tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46357427828639522762024-03-08T05:44:56.003-08:00wife.mom.nursewife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.comBlogger208125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-18874573690227398052011-02-12T12:05:00.000-08:002011-02-12T13:45:16.506-08:00Valentine's Day is Not for Everyone...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdf51U0dT93CRBSPU4MARgUsP2i_DHcXNwIy8Vkc2EEg7RBv69vU_EnUegnZh0Gn2NCtqdHx4orh4nSQDu2V_gxk_M90eLzcM1pO345ZkBdGpEY12MnoGe4YyJqb2n2k9hG8pKnk5sjYQ/s1600/tone-it-up-valentines-day-cupcake-frosting.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 382px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdf51U0dT93CRBSPU4MARgUsP2i_DHcXNwIy8Vkc2EEg7RBv69vU_EnUegnZh0Gn2NCtqdHx4orh4nSQDu2V_gxk_M90eLzcM1pO345ZkBdGpEY12MnoGe4YyJqb2n2k9hG8pKnk5sjYQ/s400/tone-it-up-valentines-day-cupcake-frosting.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572899651187888002" /></a><p><br /></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">Firehubby and I went to the most fabulous bed and breakfast many years ago. We wanted to avoid the Valentine's Day rush, so we went a bit early.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">We realized that it was Ground Hog Day and that's how our crazy tradition was born.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Sooooooo...</span></p><p></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I have to admit (shock!) I made up that whole</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"Ground Hog Day is for Lovers" thing.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But I think it's catchy :)</span></p><p><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(and it's much easier to get dinner reservations)</span></i></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Wishing a Happy Valentine's Day to all of you "traditional" folks ;)</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-12101675200735300522011-02-09T17:47:00.000-08:002011-02-09T17:50:05.011-08:00Hunky Firefighter Giveaway<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqQgpAFt9Hvtrk7rMf9sAjY796lp8lBwe2E0hFDgnAtfiMvj6_1trhGs9KEBNjjTX_LRgtwBBNGow4EECzUxnGAJbOfje1re7benq4SEvdfvgK7tK3oGSWG_PSoU8JFSbMiPA0CY6BKQ/s1600/firefighter_at_flames.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqQgpAFt9Hvtrk7rMf9sAjY796lp8lBwe2E0hFDgnAtfiMvj6_1trhGs9KEBNjjTX_LRgtwBBNGow4EECzUxnGAJbOfje1re7benq4SEvdfvgK7tK3oGSWG_PSoU8JFSbMiPA0CY6BKQ/s400/firefighter_at_flames.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571872100949677970" /></a><br /><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">No, I am not giving away my hunky firefighter hubby...</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But, if you head over to his blog: </span></p><p><a href="http://www.thedamageisdone.net/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The Damage is Done</span></a></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">you just may win his giveaway.<br /></span><br /></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-26262538261603484242011-02-05T23:39:00.000-08:002011-02-05T23:59:25.638-08:00helllllloooooo...anybody out there?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CslZGgPVQVzFvQMNnRJDTfMW1ixGbXeE4iuyByGOSrt-rErJUO_DWQ0btKu4gEEYIiAhFLFrrSGG95o7WYigaHKQeaa1YaWoiicZcqMUdxUN43DiuenIkkoiOES7rDowFl0IUDnBYMw/s1600/groundhog-enorme-toute-grosse-253x300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CslZGgPVQVzFvQMNnRJDTfMW1ixGbXeE4iuyByGOSrt-rErJUO_DWQ0btKu4gEEYIiAhFLFrrSGG95o7WYigaHKQeaa1YaWoiicZcqMUdxUN43DiuenIkkoiOES7rDowFl0IUDnBYMw/s400/groundhog-enorme-toute-grosse-253x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570481888567925426" /></a><br /><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Hello my long lost bloggy friends (wait...I guess I was the one who was lost ;)</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I had become a blog reader...but not a blog writer for quite a while.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Life is good. I am now working full-time and am trying to come up with a balance with all of my activities.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I am not complaining! That is for certain. I see so many of my friends and family who are struggling to make ends meet. </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Thankful that I am working as well as Firehubby. Not taking it for granted!</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The kiddos are pretty good. </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">We have been running them around to their many activities. I am so happy to put the miles on the car in order to keep them focused on a positive path! They are 12 and 13, coming into those vulnerable years. </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Firehubby had his blog taken over by some drug ad... here is his new blog "The Damage is Done":</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><a href="http://www.thedamageisdone.net/">http://www.thedamageisdone.net/</a></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Oh, and last but not least...we were thrilled to announce that we celebrated our 17th Groundhog's day together.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">As the saying goes..."Groundhog's Day is for Lovers".</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> My sweetheart spoiled me with a box of my favorite candies...yummy chocolate covered cherries. </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">How did you celebrate?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span><img style="border:none;" align="right" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/135/ECAA64D99E8460CFE55FDC0E66A34E66.png" /></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-16891784880207058942010-12-11T07:09:00.000-08:002010-12-11T07:18:55.224-08:00Number Geek Alert!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAWSybHSYBYzrVLPWX1c2opDVXkmQUOMAbwdXVFty94-WBNh0rDhF8tS_bcbTCazfEE4CwoHLlhDacUulwRjOmWDfBATI1dcA2RjXy1L9USgOoTbJFpSoewYX-dNoTLECtM3ocmRAXQI4/s1600/happy-birthday-quotes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAWSybHSYBYzrVLPWX1c2opDVXkmQUOMAbwdXVFty94-WBNh0rDhF8tS_bcbTCazfEE4CwoHLlhDacUulwRjOmWDfBATI1dcA2RjXy1L9USgOoTbJFpSoewYX-dNoTLECtM3ocmRAXQI4/s400/happy-birthday-quotes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549444247097885122" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">All of the good birth date numbers are running out!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm just in a panic!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But today is a really good one...</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">12-11-10</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So if you are due to have a baby...run on out TODAY and have the little one!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hurry! </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Your child will thank you :)</span></span></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-39360283224933177852010-12-08T06:53:00.000-08:002010-12-08T07:05:02.912-08:00I've Got a Thing for Steve Urkel!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZqB3uxxlAE7snbaVJ0m43E-oaW8xORXdB5cM7HK9xj20XofGwNx6uKVrlTwNTEHHZowXne4nZHcpUtiOsb-u94rY6oaLJqckw0_GTCLNlB1sjejgcDGf3goytzBGy_J9PlkudJQbab_0/s1600/urkel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 370px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZqB3uxxlAE7snbaVJ0m43E-oaW8xORXdB5cM7HK9xj20XofGwNx6uKVrlTwNTEHHZowXne4nZHcpUtiOsb-u94rY6oaLJqckw0_GTCLNlB1sjejgcDGf3goytzBGy_J9PlkudJQbab_0/s400/urkel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548326662415539010" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I am OVER sagging (oh, like I ever enjoyed it?!)</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My boy is trying to get into the sagging action.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"This belt just doesn't keep my pants up."</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Well, let's be on our way to Kohls Mr. Skinny Bottom!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Did you see this news story out of Memphis?</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I just love this school principal!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It will be worth the click (and even the commercial)</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.click2houston.com/video/26044896/index.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Click here and watch 'em be Urkeled!</span></span></a></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-80823676964812707312010-11-15T21:19:00.000-08:002010-11-15T21:21:45.414-08:00A Season of Gratitude<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKI45mZwjHrInunlAu0BY34joL25tlYrdQZzrL6E2K5m4pgp5zl3QeTeTDHY41OU8NBq9Ggm9yu_uAz7XeHHASba5aTpnvR3JNrqcOdp-CUMiY05ijuYQoMo4fOYQ9fNAwF0CRjpNROB0/s1600/gratitude+wordle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKI45mZwjHrInunlAu0BY34joL25tlYrdQZzrL6E2K5m4pgp5zl3QeTeTDHY41OU8NBq9Ggm9yu_uAz7XeHHASba5aTpnvR3JNrqcOdp-CUMiY05ijuYQoMo4fOYQ9fNAwF0CRjpNROB0/s400/gratitude+wordle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540013349111125922" /></a><br /><p><!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today I give thanks for my job and for Brian’s job at the fire department.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I see so many suffering around me…out of work and on the edge of financial disaster.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My heart breaks for them.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I know many of you are in a difficult place.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Praying for the people around me who are struggling.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Praying for my blogger friends who are trying to make ends meet.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Praying for our country…</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-84509549639256336812010-10-30T13:36:00.000-07:002010-10-30T13:44:25.665-07:00Gotta Love... Halloween<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxkDqK1vtKwsBjPNW2HIsqtFkJteMdD3Ko8rPUWURuNztl_hDVzo9XEsEX-zwXgSJzO0Kgz8yTnt5Hyp0fL42ZY6u-sEo7ypU6RTZGbyn8qA71uA6iXnoNQUKOMZkNe4XVc3vKmMw_zE/s1600/1030001236a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxkDqK1vtKwsBjPNW2HIsqtFkJteMdD3Ko8rPUWURuNztl_hDVzo9XEsEX-zwXgSJzO0Kgz8yTnt5Hyp0fL42ZY6u-sEo7ypU6RTZGbyn8qA71uA6iXnoNQUKOMZkNe4XVc3vKmMw_zE/s400/1030001236a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533941234542002274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Gotta Love...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">my sweet girl's smile</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">pumpkin families</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">California in October and wearing tube-top sundresses</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtTPKq0OH-Lks1fBwqaw18oyhYhrZTOQIOh9MZU2oph2ypn1z0j_EolpQSd750wUamCq1WHgNlBZZ5kxO6zILUiDvmv7hTc03FR7jYHd1y51ny8TvXmBanAbuJqzprsXkMGe-bzrtWB8/s1600/1030001244.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtTPKq0OH-Lks1fBwqaw18oyhYhrZTOQIOh9MZU2oph2ypn1z0j_EolpQSd750wUamCq1WHgNlBZZ5kxO6zILUiDvmv7hTc03FR7jYHd1y51ny8TvXmBanAbuJqzprsXkMGe-bzrtWB8/s400/1030001244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533941104051541714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Gotta Love...</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">my sweet boy's morning wild curly hair</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">carving a cool pumpkins</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">the early teen years</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p><br /></p></div>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-53184219852650235282010-10-26T23:08:00.000-07:002010-10-26T23:21:46.446-07:00Since I whined in my last post...<p><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I thought I'd lighten up and re-run of one of my favorite posts</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> "I never give advice but..."</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Ladies, please hear this… avoid tummy tattoos before your child bearing years!<br /><br />Years of experience in L&D have taught me that...<br /></span><br /><br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">delicate rings of tiny flowers become…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9fbeyr03nk9J__b86IkXUifn_9Xb_yNkqZFLXGnJKKortSzUf_iKxii2VzZOmHb5fvZS1sxYVhYMhhZ7zsKRgYH3mpyLx6WvDwDZt9hWsT8BFSf6ev5MBuqNM2cz6q0Opi_kdrZQbPBnN/s1600-h/ring+of+flowers.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9fbeyr03nk9J__b86IkXUifn_9Xb_yNkqZFLXGnJKKortSzUf_iKxii2VzZOmHb5fvZS1sxYVhYMhhZ7zsKRgYH3mpyLx6WvDwDZt9hWsT8BFSf6ev5MBuqNM2cz6q0Opi_kdrZQbPBnN/s320/ring+of+flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305503626686156754" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px; " /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Christmas wreaths!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">tiny fluttering butterflies become…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhruce5-lSHbg-10jas9T3f4OFqxlKV_PG8loETpMiwkbGvJjuRfKr4NtHZKMId8NLkOx7r-vDJSwUBl6eM0kcwYARtY9H2lFh7OP0O4TmYBnOuXZ8bJRW9RbB-tFM4HJzZGnj4tDRzzvso/s1600-h/butterfly-hawk.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhruce5-lSHbg-10jas9T3f4OFqxlKV_PG8loETpMiwkbGvJjuRfKr4NtHZKMId8NLkOx7r-vDJSwUBl6eM0kcwYARtY9H2lFh7OP0O4TmYBnOuXZ8bJRW9RbB-tFM4HJzZGnj4tDRzzvso/s320/butterfly-hawk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305503944947309170" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">hawks!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">a simple little name becomes…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2HrL-rwHYorUziZGreHe7EkdirLy4XU2W_kVpkqvk1eB8a0rvkyeDH4aV2vyY-LbR7lfmLZ5FOrBuz0X3_Fm1Hl5_1BJPRInaH065KBtxUEigy4E_0WxO87EPnD64ZRLodTvfbXAFBVHL/s1600-h/billboard+tattoo.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2HrL-rwHYorUziZGreHe7EkdirLy4XU2W_kVpkqvk1eB8a0rvkyeDH4aV2vyY-LbR7lfmLZ5FOrBuz0X3_Fm1Hl5_1BJPRInaH065KBtxUEigy4E_0WxO87EPnD64ZRLodTvfbXAFBVHL/s320/billboard+tattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305504162268346834" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">a billboard!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">I think the look on her face says it all …</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6lC2d_dEIc2IZHNWsncMR0XqnkvyhEr8els9hTENvk9xqE1mP-G4jAG-NwiXzqW_p75ow-zHDykLuVjBui3YVTCJZlrMrSAwBum_u6_0qJfD_7i-CBbriSzFW4mhQloSpfcMqKBaDKO-/s1600-h/tattoo+woman.bmp"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6lC2d_dEIc2IZHNWsncMR0XqnkvyhEr8els9hTENvk9xqE1mP-G4jAG-NwiXzqW_p75ow-zHDykLuVjBui3YVTCJZlrMrSAwBum_u6_0qJfD_7i-CBbriSzFW4mhQloSpfcMqKBaDKO-/s320/tattoo+woman.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305504388415211442" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><i>“My tats are going to be destroyed by this pregnancy!”</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"><span style="font-size:130%;">P.S. That tattoo of the little man mowing your... <span style="font-style: italic; ">ehem...</span> hair is funny, but you may find it a bit embarrassing when you go to have your baby!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">P.P.S. I may be missing my target audience with this post ")</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">P.P.P.S. I actually have seen some amazing works of art, as I see a lot of "canvas" in my work<span> ")</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span><br /></span></span></div><p></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-14360509955825901932010-10-26T22:19:00.000-07:002010-10-26T22:39:42.497-07:00Please...please...let's get it over with<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz83B95-TQvRMbapHsL6RNwunUv2MJNOX68XKkohYjVHapcqXDtabZfVVBWlzzwNP1k7SZrcNVrC1JAYJW7HkYDQ65cOaKkcssB7xgwbg8_Aq60f3n7FvjOvB64zmew2mhxkoTH9hhgeE/s1600/campaign_20ads.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz83B95-TQvRMbapHsL6RNwunUv2MJNOX68XKkohYjVHapcqXDtabZfVVBWlzzwNP1k7SZrcNVrC1JAYJW7HkYDQ65cOaKkcssB7xgwbg8_Aq60f3n7FvjOvB64zmew2mhxkoTH9hhgeE/s400/campaign_20ads.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532596128753814978" /></a><br /><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Is it just me? </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Or are we getting bombarded with more political commercials than ever this year?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I am seriously getting exhausted with this election year.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Think I will not listen to the radio the next week. UGH!!!!</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Cannot wait for election day...so I can vote and finally have a voice in my country's future.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And so that the commercials will STOP!!!!</span></span></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-73620428970821922762010-10-19T08:24:00.000-07:002010-10-19T08:25:11.132-07:00We're in Counseling...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9G_18ijnZo3bUcphaWBohUPwlFF_9yBKICzmPIWVCuHHsL9_6JldrqLbU1TZCYRAbetqux9PxskxAFLbzMYvg2Dzk2TnYTpLsTacox7NVAV5sIQx0Lzbab6fBC8dhYUdi8Nb1N_noeKE/s1600/Scan+102920000.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9G_18ijnZo3bUcphaWBohUPwlFF_9yBKICzmPIWVCuHHsL9_6JldrqLbU1TZCYRAbetqux9PxskxAFLbzMYvg2Dzk2TnYTpLsTacox7NVAV5sIQx0Lzbab6fBC8dhYUdi8Nb1N_noeKE/s400/Scan+102920000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529778508300936674" /></a><br /><p><img style="border:none;" align="right" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/135/ECAA64D99E8460CFE55FDC0E66A34E66.png" /></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-80660603231025668622010-10-15T16:38:00.000-07:002010-10-15T16:49:29.851-07:00Is it wrong to admit...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOa1QO4_hWbK9H2rDYeLtSZ5ZseZ0U1r2D72bZpSy7Cr9UFjRdnT9xLIdh6dNUk_NRWciEfGyWHppS48e6rNf5bYOpDqlKB14BCqIb9A_79J9EaMV715xo-8lFFEA7jy6iVeT8QdC70nE/s1600/cardiothoracic_surgery1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOa1QO4_hWbK9H2rDYeLtSZ5ZseZ0U1r2D72bZpSy7Cr9UFjRdnT9xLIdh6dNUk_NRWciEfGyWHppS48e6rNf5bYOpDqlKB14BCqIb9A_79J9EaMV715xo-8lFFEA7jy6iVeT8QdC70nE/s400/cardiothoracic_surgery1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528423520663383682" /></a><br /><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">...that during surgery, it grosses me out to watch the scalpel on the skin? </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Yep, it is true. When I scrub, I focus on the skin just to the side of the scalpel, just millimeters to the side. After that initial incision I am just fine. </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I know, as a nurse I am supposed to be strong and handle anything that I do and see.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well, we nurses have our weaknesses. For some it is m-eeewww-cus, other it is vomit, some it is the ol' "code brown". </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">For me...yep, the skin incision.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hey...at least I don't faint at the sight of blood! LOL :)<br /></span></span><br /></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-69808289720651240642010-10-11T08:07:00.000-07:002010-10-11T08:17:58.354-07:0010/10/10 ... it's your birthday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQWa-f4q-uNHz7wJ3NHfu1Mz4HiieWEXbxbFyZgaHQhw8nVEIZu8ZB5GWNfvDsDcgoaSi2A7SsnZOmGgPTGWbZ2PlnTqBUazoQIkIdC1dUwOEKpzc9973ixQ-Vg7NOselwViFw2vab1vs/s1600/8f3ddebeaa1f6b06211be09d1a3f1eda50c5ff07.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQWa-f4q-uNHz7wJ3NHfu1Mz4HiieWEXbxbFyZgaHQhw8nVEIZu8ZB5GWNfvDsDcgoaSi2A7SsnZOmGgPTGWbZ2PlnTqBUazoQIkIdC1dUwOEKpzc9973ixQ-Vg7NOselwViFw2vab1vs/s400/8f3ddebeaa1f6b06211be09d1a3f1eda50c5ff07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526807375704440770" /></a><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Is it just me?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Wouldn't it be great to have 10/10/10 as your birthday?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">How cool would that be?!</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Yesterday at work, I met a little fella and a little gal who will hear how awesome that b-day is many, many, many times during their lives.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I am not usually a numbers geek (math...EEK!)</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But I think that certain dates are fun (yep, geek)</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I will only get to be numerically delighted two more times... 11/11/11 (my girl's 13th b-day by the way) and 12/12/12. </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Oh, there will be other numbers...but none as beautiful as 10/10/10 (<i>sigh</i>)</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(okay, it's just me)</span></span></p><p><br /></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-76806368286449031322010-10-04T14:16:00.000-07:002010-10-04T18:48:51.223-07:00A Walk to Remember 2010...was amazing<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">A Walk To Remember</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwrUpoAC2V8Fsoq_jV2VanlAZ6eVTo3CrDFjbvjwQ_ruDWd2fLmcEzGXvKZK38KvRYaqjZgYcQxRCmwPG4FS3uzvDDIFwEKEoyuxAjQ17C3pFDuphxJhqt3NHqdCxJH7JqoEkiv0V_xM/s1600/babyfootprint.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwrUpoAC2V8Fsoq_jV2VanlAZ6eVTo3CrDFjbvjwQ_ruDWd2fLmcEzGXvKZK38KvRYaqjZgYcQxRCmwPG4FS3uzvDDIFwEKEoyuxAjQ17C3pFDuphxJhqt3NHqdCxJH7JqoEkiv0V_xM/s400/babyfootprint.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524371792383860642" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We Walk For The Steps They Will Never Take</span></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Our Fifth Annual "A Walk to Remember" was a huge success.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nearly 700 parents, family, and friends came to honor their babies.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">There were many tear, hugs, and much love that swept over the medical center grounds. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The service was lovely. Our honorary family spoke of their daughter with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Trisomy</span> 18, whom we supported through our palliative care program. They shared of the precious 34 hours they held and loved on her. There was not a dry eye in the auditorium.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">privilege</span> to validate the lives of the many babies represented through "the reading of the names".</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">As the group walked around the medical center moods brightened and many stayed to share memories of their babies and enjoy refreshments.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I was touched to see that so many parents had huge walking teams who came to support them. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">A Walk to Remember gives bereaved parents a chance to talk of their babies each year with family and friends. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">When a baby dies, many people do not see the loss as significant.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"Well, at least you didn't know her."</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"You can have another one."</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">From the moment a couple finds out they are pregnant, they are parents.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">No matter how many weeks or months the baby was in the womb or days the baby lived, they were and always will be the mother and father of a baby who will always be precious to them.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This month, National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness, reach out to those you know have lost their baby. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Always remember...</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-87894560164643149102010-10-01T18:31:00.000-07:002010-10-01T18:49:13.944-07:00A Walk to Remember<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VqYLos4W1XG5yw0YJhC9CswNc3MFt3RtlC6AbNaI2OPHUHdeIZwfBcrsyrcgps5sI-mhDuxvL96GMqckgeUJWYgQqjw8SNpOQmm_vNYwfYfUjyxeYiSuOEGvuRXUrQXgemcyTErZ1Cg/s1600/2ea6dc91a8e061e8.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VqYLos4W1XG5yw0YJhC9CswNc3MFt3RtlC6AbNaI2OPHUHdeIZwfBcrsyrcgps5sI-mhDuxvL96GMqckgeUJWYgQqjw8SNpOQmm_vNYwfYfUjyxeYiSuOEGvuRXUrQXgemcyTErZ1Cg/s400/2ea6dc91a8e061e8.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523257722382096466" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Each October walks are held throughout the country to honor </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Sunday is my hospital's A Walk to Remember.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My bereavement colleagues and myself have been working hard for months to provide this beautiful event for our families who have suffered such a tremendous loss...the loss of a baby.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">We will start with a remembering service, including a reading of the name of each baby being honored.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Then, a bag-piper will lead us in a procession to an open lawn.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">There, he will start playing Amazing Grace...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and doves will be released.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">A special bereaved family will lead us around the hospital for a one mile walk.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">We will come back for refreshments and professional photographs.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">We are expecting nearly 700 people to come and honor their precious babies.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It will be a bitter-sweet, incredibly meaningful day.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>All of my friends who have lost a baby, through miscarriage, stillbirth, or newborn loss, are in my thoughts and prayers.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>I remember you and your babies.</i></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-89003366015427769082010-09-26T20:29:00.000-07:002010-09-26T21:09:09.881-07:00Texting...It Keeps Our Family Close<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNebGDw8n579oQOKbjFOvdloDZbFcvxjjEiL8O2RY70mHZZuQugxYqU_gHyqT5b_TVibUaGQDTi_-GjMfE9VWDc_OF52fvwqjXqRSp1oNlulNBZPmZ_bRBM6ofmhwJyvGq8zP450mbnOc/s1600/texting.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNebGDw8n579oQOKbjFOvdloDZbFcvxjjEiL8O2RY70mHZZuQugxYqU_gHyqT5b_TVibUaGQDTi_-GjMfE9VWDc_OF52fvwqjXqRSp1oNlulNBZPmZ_bRBM6ofmhwJyvGq8zP450mbnOc/s400/texting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521440343046505954" /></a><br /><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I really never thought that I would like texting.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I thought that it would be a negative for my kids.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I worried that it would isolate our kids from us...</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">fingers to buttons and nose to screens?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But...</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Texting is wonderful for our family!</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It draws us closer when we have to be apart.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I use to refuse to text because it was a hassle with my old phone.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Now I have my QWERTY keyboard with buttons. </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Love it!</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Firehubby and I text and touch base at times during the day when he's at work...</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We send love notes:</span></span></b></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"Miss us so much babe, luv u" </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"LFY" </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"AYIR"</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Parent together:</span></span></b></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"Do you want to take her 2 swim tomorrow or shall I?"</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"Is (insert video game name) appropriate for him?"</span></span></p><p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"He wore his new Vans to camp!!! #$@%"</span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></b></p><p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "></span>We also text to keep in touch with the kids...</span></span></b></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My boy:</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"David's dad driving me, will be @ house soon"</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"Can I walk the dog with Hannah?"</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"Hey mom" </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My girl:</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"I forgot my gym shoes...will you bring them?"</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"Luv you mom"</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"I need to stay over for band today"</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We do keep the kids texting under control with a little white lie...</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We have unlimited texting for the entire family, because it is the best deal.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But, we tell our girl that she is only allowed 15 texts a day (sending and receiving)</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And we tell our boy that he has 30 a day</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We'll keep it up as long as we can! LOL!</span></span></p><p><br /></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-76950076822766888692010-09-19T14:49:00.000-07:002010-09-19T14:57:13.784-07:00I Want to Keep my Job...so,<p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Recently, my employer made an announcement.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"No staff member shall tweet, facebook, blog, or any other form of social networking, about patients. This is a violation of HIPAA and you could face discipline or termination."</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We were told that even if we thought we were changing detail sufficiently, the medical center would assume we were not. </span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So, sadly, my days of posting Stories from the Delivery Room are over.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have taken my posts down.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It has been a pleasure sharing my adventures with you.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My writing on being a firewife and mom shall continue.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(By the way, life has gotten in the way of blogging. As always, I have missed you.)</span></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-71369081769811966732010-08-08T14:04:00.000-07:002010-08-08T14:48:51.486-07:00~hugging~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzI7waugqWhy_3qEgxPsvWDge-eqpvhdKRLlrXiULgE7zXSvzsk-b5HzAXZ3aDmmMc3tAeMMc3baRMjIQFpOk07IUO4cbL7er7XRWaxuW4To5e1tq8e9Ay5atdsDv4VRXLdSMa8ggoqIc/s1600/20091008-tows-protect-290x218.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzI7waugqWhy_3qEgxPsvWDge-eqpvhdKRLlrXiULgE7zXSvzsk-b5HzAXZ3aDmmMc3tAeMMc3baRMjIQFpOk07IUO4cbL7er7XRWaxuW4To5e1tq8e9Ay5atdsDv4VRXLdSMa8ggoqIc/s400/20091008-tows-protect-290x218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503155450364853730" /></a><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">When you hug your kiddos are you usually the first to let go?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">That used to be me.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Now, I remind myself to hug as long as they need.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Especially at my kid's current ages (11 & 13), it makes for a special moment and connection. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I often get the sweetest smiles after.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It's easy in this rushed world to hurry things up...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">sometimes even affection.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Don't forget to hug someone you love today :)</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-13290128860232439492010-08-02T14:59:00.000-07:002010-08-02T15:13:36.418-07:00for sweet Jennifer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaILTvl0DReFKcHaTY6qJw1EkMKiDvKHrZMRZcf9Q7-tSzPHvdQzsNydHKWMA3x8WQ7L33m7284iNcwO3A4BgjbPYw48CiwhdH5SqltEA5d40wHNIa5WAO-oGuCW5klmsH8_7m0RWN4gk/s1600/10._Over_a_rainbow_95x951.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaILTvl0DReFKcHaTY6qJw1EkMKiDvKHrZMRZcf9Q7-tSzPHvdQzsNydHKWMA3x8WQ7L33m7284iNcwO3A4BgjbPYw48CiwhdH5SqltEA5d40wHNIa5WAO-oGuCW5klmsH8_7m0RWN4gk/s400/10._Over_a_rainbow_95x951.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500935990440180658" /></a><br /><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Do you know Jennifer from </span><a href="http://jenn625.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">the blue sparrow</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">? </span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She the loving mother of a baby in heaven. </span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">His name is Bryston.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I've been following her journey of sorrow, heartache, remembering for the past year. </span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She has touched my heart.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She is a firewife and has a deep desire to become a nurse.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jennifer...this is for you.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(credit amazing artwork of talented </span><a href="http://davidsandumart.posterous.com/?page=4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">David Sandum</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> from his website)</span></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-18098721040542656932010-07-22T08:56:00.000-07:002010-07-22T08:59:57.611-07:00Last Day to Vote for Rachel :)<p>Thanks for all of your support in voting for Rachel. </p><p>You can vote once a day and today the voting will close @ 5 pm pacific time.</p><p>If you haven't had a chance to vote yet, I would really appreciate if you would consider it </p><p>:)</p><p>http://1043myfm.clearcontests.com/front/image_contest2.asp?s=A6889271C4BCB3A3557BA5BEA5B19D84939EB49BB6B4678DD1CF8B998EAFA6BDBD777CA6CCC6C2BCA1897D685F7F718B7FA4BC6F91796F66A6B5AF948C6A618499A7A0737C7D64687267916E9791B58DA0626A</p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-19146576510815139692010-07-19T18:33:00.000-07:002010-07-19T18:39:11.106-07:00Rachel Made it to the TOP TEN!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizkiIBr27aZgHDLwabaP-3BDo-2T7Q0Rxlnzcc46ycnRoQUUpWUEBNnXVx7m4tImvBRufgqn4nAXuc4Tz1OjzeVK-i7pASftPDmgz0QLdKK_fO7sWMA46A4uk2lDFtGqL54dYQKZBtUu8/s1600/5614_1127538961738_1625101138_311587_5085308_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizkiIBr27aZgHDLwabaP-3BDo-2T7Q0Rxlnzcc46ycnRoQUUpWUEBNnXVx7m4tImvBRufgqn4nAXuc4Tz1OjzeVK-i7pASftPDmgz0QLdKK_fO7sWMA46A4uk2lDFtGqL54dYQKZBtUu8/s400/5614_1127538961738_1625101138_311587_5085308_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495796325051619922" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Of 250 contestants trying to get their dream wedding, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">RACHEL MADE IT TO THE TOP TEN!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">(see her inspiring story a couple of posts below)</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Will you help make her dream a reality?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Click on the link below...take a moment to register... get your email confirmation...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And then vote each day this week (or just once if that is all of the time you have :)</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Thanks...such a simple thing to vote...but a huge gift for a wonderful woman!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">VOTE HERE:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><a href="http://1043myfm.clearcontests.com/front/image_contest2.asp?s=A6889271C4BCB3A3557BA5BEA5B19D84939EB49BB6B4678DD1CF8B998EAFA6BDBD777CA6CCC6C2BCA1897D685F7F718B7FA4BC6F91796F66A6B5AF948C6A618499A7A0737C7D64687267916E9791B58DA0626A">http://1043myfm.clearcontests.com/front/image_contest2.asp?s=A6889271C4BCB3A3557BA5BEA5B19D84939EB49BB6B4678DD1CF8B998EAFA6BDBD777CA6CCC6C2BCA1897D685F7F718B7FA4BC6F91796F66A6B5AF948C6A618499A7A0737C7D64687267916E9791B58DA0626A</a></span></div><p></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-90320219364642586892010-07-05T23:28:00.000-07:002010-07-05T23:33:51.536-07:00Giveaway Canceled...But So Very Proud of a Special Lady<p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As I lay down to sleep tonight and prayed and contemplated my day I realized that the giveaway that I was planning on behalf of Rachel (see my last post) might be viewed as "vote buying". </span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Of course, I would never want to do anything to jeopardize Rachel's chance of getting her dream wedding.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Her strength of character, selflessness, and love speaks for itself.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I hope that I have not caused you any inconvenience.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Please consider will taking a moment to vote for Rachel.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She truly is a special sister and mother.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Thanks,</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Julie</span></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-82693127713294957352010-07-05T17:49:00.001-07:002010-07-07T16:35:10.321-07:00The Gift of Life-the Love of a Sister/New Mother<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Meet Brook.</span></span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhDAPtToNvrhmNyp8L5i_zLdvRsp-CEihvqArqFOoUiKer80IJOU2UjjBXCZiQcaYxbiTTMPWqmt9I-vhVS-kuQ7hEgpwRkZY6WmCPXFy6mlul-iZlFU-B9ZX0CrbydV_9VJvrxja-4M/s400/20836_1528846780547_1216032799_1505012_748151_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490590139166716402" /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">She is winning the fight against Leukemia.</span></span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">You may know </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.mattersoftheheartblog.net/">Elaine at Matter's of the Heart</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">...she is Brook's lovely sister.</span></span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcn-flbIlOvC69ae9swMUbeFQZl-PVrkeDsYviIlgInBJDp6_AZYGgLMdkkwZggwTbgMaEIMtUDJUhlhIYG2DjnYOPoYPNop_uf374ORumuDaJ2MuOBN156NG213SC3YNHd31qs2UXugk/s400/32516_1507728492603_1216032799_1448411_5908636_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490589134752842882" /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Meet Rachel.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiduI6f5_aShcxZyI-rS8YZz11hKHDIakC5cqgIMp1EnSThORuMHGRyIuMTOVoMHA0pzuVrSPgvRwnVPbtbsPWmVbsOjqdlKnLpmznL3Hwlz5FlnMYwetBycfPXjsYtMauSQFD54a2HX68/s400/5614_1127538961738_1625101138_311587_5085308_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490588052752925506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">She's also Brook's sister.</span></span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Just after Rachel delivered her baby she found out that she was a perfect bone marrow match for Brook.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Without a second thought, Rachel prepared to donate her marrow, Brooks only chance for living.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">But, Rachel was faced with a dilemma.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">She could choose to go through a procedure where she could take medication and then have blood taken to extract the marrow. The problem with this choice was she could not nurse her precious baby for a period of time.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">The other option was to undergo a painful operation to have her marrow extracted. This would allow her to have minimal interruption to her nursing.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Rachel made the sacrifice of her own comfort and did what was best for her sister AND her baby.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#262626;">She went through the surgery.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#262626;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">In my eyes Rachel is a true hero.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">This brings me to today.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">I have the opportunity to do something special for Rachel.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">You see, she is getting married soon.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixMW9quZ66D6inClBPqwUcBlGPwHhUMMHFO91X6bEI_kMhynN-G41CQDQB7vPdwYFK5PlY5bsnO-cPDcxKxCgekcTYWlBz0PMLV02cA7UG3pPIfsWSHFtwzFVrCgRpApqdaP6n_4Mxr94/s1600/Silk+Bridal+Bouquets.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixMW9quZ66D6inClBPqwUcBlGPwHhUMMHFO91X6bEI_kMhynN-G41CQDQB7vPdwYFK5PlY5bsnO-cPDcxKxCgekcTYWlBz0PMLV02cA7UG3pPIfsWSHFtwzFVrCgRpApqdaP6n_4Mxr94/s400/Silk+Bridal+Bouquets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491311859830272386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(38, 38, 38); ">With the economy being so bad, planning a wedding is tough.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Well, Elaine found this awesome opportunity for Rachel…an opportunity to win the wedding (plus a honeymoon!) of her dreams through a local radio station.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">The catch…she needs people to vote for her online.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">So, I’m in!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">I am eager to help this sweetheart</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Wingdings, serif;"> :)</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">I can vote each day to help her.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 16pt; line-height: 14pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Easy peasy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Wingdings, serif;">!</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">If you want to help, you will need to confirm your email, that confirmation will probably go to your spam box.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Once registered you can come back and vote for her once a day until the July 16th.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">If she makes it into the top 10, then the voting will begin again, with the winner announced July 23rd with a week to plan the wedding.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Here is the link:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2F1043myfm.clearcontests.com%2Ffront%2Fimage_contest2.asp%3Fs%3DA6889271C4BCB3A3557BA5BEA5B19D84939EB49BB6B4678DD1CF8B998EAFA6BDBD777CA6CCC6C2BCA1897D67657F77897FA4BC6F91796F66A6B5AF948C6A618499A7A0737C7D636D7069916E9791B58DA0626A&h=50432rc0Nk-u9cBJMj9DLoUIv8Q">http://1043myfm.clearcontests.com/front/image_contest2.asp?s=A6889271C4BCB3A3557BA5BEA5B19D84939EB49BB6B4678DD1CF8B998EAFA6BDBD777CA6CCC6C2BCA1897D67657F77897FA4BC6F91796F66A6B5AF948C6A618499A7A0737C7D636D7069916E9791B58DA0626A</a></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(38, 38, 38); ">Thanks!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">(p.s. It is great to be back!)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style=" ;font-family:";color:#262626;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"> </span></span></p><p></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-80452730670285200552010-06-12T21:09:00.000-07:002010-06-12T21:11:36.232-07:00Summer Bloggy Break<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIwq4V34lkxUNfPeMwqKLeilzbY0aRCKZW8grPQ8GARmfMhb4Jbq48zoktsFrISxyMySRawkyL21hRTd-SS-MsTCE0jJhkiDgx7Rq3Imt3411Eeswyuy6kVsN629SRqjLZ6rc-mfR8s0/s1600/Sunflowers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIwq4V34lkxUNfPeMwqKLeilzbY0aRCKZW8grPQ8GARmfMhb4Jbq48zoktsFrISxyMySRawkyL21hRTd-SS-MsTCE0jJhkiDgx7Rq3Imt3411Eeswyuy6kVsN629SRqjLZ6rc-mfR8s0/s400/Sunflowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482105877634282786" /></a><br /><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 245, 238); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">~Taking a break~</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">*See you soon*</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">(you may see me commenting here and there...after all, I can't take a break cold turkey ;)</span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-59975043673958412242010-06-12T21:06:00.000-07:002010-06-12T21:12:09.252-07:00Protected-return of the missing post<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-Jl0xDYOb9XbvQWHaSSVK6JeSUpkgzpi9IXFGOlbEdOJphGfacoJ3sHhkWow4GOYaqDXPiZgnzPZ6dEYBfaEHnZzCq-OYlYpSCvKA2pBEJuWYy0hjvRD2JNJvZXM4O9MtpBZtJjqPLQ/s1600/our-front-door.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-Jl0xDYOb9XbvQWHaSSVK6JeSUpkgzpi9IXFGOlbEdOJphGfacoJ3sHhkWow4GOYaqDXPiZgnzPZ6dEYBfaEHnZzCq-OYlYpSCvKA2pBEJuWYy0hjvRD2JNJvZXM4O9MtpBZtJjqPLQ/s400/our-front-door.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482105486341064626" /></a><br /><p><!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Is it really Tuesday already?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Wow, time flies.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m joining Mr. Daddy and Rachel from Once Upon a Miracle for True Story Tuesday again today. Pop on over to their blog and read more great stories.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Okay, time to tell you about a scary, scary thing that happened to me…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Do you remember the lost boy from about a month ago?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">If not, click here</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, shortly after I got back from Seattle, a neighborhood came by to tell me some bad news.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Someone found the boy again,” she said.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“He was on Main St.-ALONE!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">(Now, to get to Main St. from my house, you have to walk down 10 houses and turn right. Then, go down 15 houses and turn left and go down 10 more houses.)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A man on Main St. had found the boy wandering about and was dialing 9-1-1 when a woman pulled up to his front yard and rushed out of the car.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She identified herself as the boy’s grandmother and upset that the little guy he had gotten out of the house again. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“His father died the other day,” she told the man before she loaded the boy into her car. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yes, the boy’s father, one of the new renters down the road… was dead.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">(BTW- I believe that a death in the family is not an excuse for not watching over defenseless little children. This family is extremely fortunate that they are not mourning two family members now: the father and the little boy)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Let’s pause and I’ll set up a timeline here. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">(It’s important so that you can understand what happened.)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Saturday #1 Lost Boy</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Saturday #2 Police officer at my door (?)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Saturday #3 Boy’s father dies</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Wed….boy found on Main St.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Saturday # 4 Return from Seattle</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My prior post was about Saturday #1.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">At 7a.m. on Saturday #2, my girl comes upstairs and tells me that someone is knocking at the door. Looking out the peep hole, I can see a man who is wearing a black t-shirt that seems to have an iron-on badge on it, and khaki pants. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He looks like a police officer, I don’t answer it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He stands there and continues knocking.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I pick up the phone and call Firehubby, who has gone to work.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“There’s a guy knocking at the door. It looks like he may be a police officer.” I whisper, “If he identifies himself as an officer, I’ll call 9-1-1 and be sure that he is really a police officer.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Firehubby agrees with the plan and stays on the phone with me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I peek out the blinds to see if there is a car in front of the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>No, none. But, while peeking, I rattled the blinds. When I looked back through the peep-hole, he knocked again. I know he saw me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A few minutes later, he went away.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I thought maybe it was an officer doing a follow-up on the lost boy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was not overly concerned about what happened.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Okay, follow me here…there is a reason I am giving all of this info.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So now we are back to Saturday #4-return from Seattle:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">After I found out about the lost boy and the death of his father, I headed to yet another neighbor’s house to find out what had happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I had suspected that the mother may have been a druggy because of her lack of maternal instinct and her demeanor, and I wondered if drugs were involved with his death.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sure enough…illegal drug overdose had killed the lost boys father.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Here is where it gets scary for me:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Julie, remember when you asked me if I had a knock on my door a couple of weekends ago?” my neighbor asked.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Well,” he said, ”my son-in-law told me he was up with his baby and (saw the lost boy’s father) go to your door at 4:30 in the morning. He saw the guy knock on your door and then leave.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then the neighbor told me his son-in-law saw the same guy go to my door around 7a.m. and leave again.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I had CHILLS.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The lost boy’s father (the guy who later overdosed on drugs) had come knocking on my door at 4:30 in the morning. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The guy would have just watched my husband leave for work.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Do you think it was a social call?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me neither. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The guy knew I had called the police about his son, the lost boy.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">No one from the lost boys house had come to talk about what had happened.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I would have let them know that the reason I called 9-1-1 was because his child was in danger and for all I knew, he was frantically searching for his son.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And I also found out that, with the type of work the guy was in, he likely carried a gun.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thank GOD that I did not hear the knock on the door.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I would have been scared to death.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I would have called Firehubby, who would have turned right around and raced home.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There might have been a horrific confrontation.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I also would have called my next-door neighbor, my protector when my husband is gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He would have come to the front yard.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">That confrontation could have been equally horrific.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am thankful that I had the wisdom not to open the door to the guy at 7a.m.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I truly think he wanted me to believe he was a police officer.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I also see God’s provision/protection in the fact that between Saturday #2 and Saturday #3 we had no idea that the guy had been to our home.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I don’t know how I would have functioned in my home.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">If we knew what had happened, Firehubby would have gone down to the guy’s house and defended our family by confronting him about his inappropriate visits.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thank God that did not happen.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I don’t know why the son-in-law would not have mentioned the early morning visits before the guy had died…but I am actually so thankful that we did not know.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The lost boy’s mother will be moving in a couple of weeks. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am thankful that this brief chapter of my life is coming to a close.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I thank God for the protection he has given my family…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">and I pray for protection for the lost boy and his brothers.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635742782863952276.post-77892144236612629832010-06-11T11:13:00.000-07:002010-06-11T11:36:27.444-07:00Summer Bloggy Break<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpcgFlwDlQUYawQfULhXNzDjnh5gwVSFxvsBkCeT7aKYElKvG-0B0spnqfzCyHqRKQB-oVVdf687pwOXXrw_H6q1tdge0L-_0N1mW0GFmcvr_dv3RTodCJMW1GCGnHPmjy6vmtAh6sHvc/s1600/Sunflowers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpcgFlwDlQUYawQfULhXNzDjnh5gwVSFxvsBkCeT7aKYElKvG-0B0spnqfzCyHqRKQB-oVVdf687pwOXXrw_H6q1tdge0L-_0N1mW0GFmcvr_dv3RTodCJMW1GCGnHPmjy6vmtAh6sHvc/s400/Sunflowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481582523021845170" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~Taking a break~</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">*See you soon*</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(you may see me commenting here and there...after all, I can't take a break cold turkey ;)</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>wife.mom.nursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161476116382515206noreply@blogger.com15