Friday, September 25, 2009

6544 Dykes Way, Dallas, Texas

Yesterday, ventured out of the office to find a place to have the oil changed in my car. Instead, I ended up trying to find the house my grandparents lived in during my childhood. I have worked in this office for almost three years now. It’s just a few miles away from the neighborhood, but I have never seemed to either find the time or remember to go look and see if the house is still there. Today I did and today I found the house.

My grandparents moved to this house in 1952. My mother was in college at Hardin-Simmons University and had not met my dad yet. Going to Maye Maye (Clara Maye was my grandmother’s name) and Grandad’s was a highlight of my childhood and I’m sure my brothers would agree of theirs too. When I was born, my parents live in Dallas. My dad had just started his dental practice in Hurst, Texas, so they found a house and moved to Hurst a month after I was born. Going to our grandparent’s house, the only grandparents my brothers and I knew, was always a day-long trip. In my mind, it seemed like it too forever to get there. It’s odd to me that I drive that same path every single day now.

The house is a peer and beam with hardwood floors that were always covered by carpet throughout the house. When you walk in the front door, “the boys” room was immediately on your left and the formal living room was to the right. Next to “the boy's” room was “my room”, also my mother’s room when she would come home from college, before she and my father married. Up just a little bit, on the right, was the den and behind that was the kitchen, which you could also get to through the formal living room. There was a bathroom that connected my room and the boy's room but you could not get it to from the hallway. At the very end of the hallway, on the left, was the master bathroom and Maye Maye and Grandad’s room at the end. This was the layout and from all I can see it must still be the same. If I had seen someone outside of the house, I would have asked to go in. I don’t know if my explanation would have been sufficient, but I sure would have tried. I believe the last time I was in that house was in 1989, after Maye Maye had passed away and my parents were cleaning out the house to sell it. I have driven by one other time, I believe, but it was many years ago.

This house is just across the street and down a couple of houses. I am not completely sure, but I think it stands now where one of my neighborhood friends lived. Her name was Heather and she would come running over when she saw that we were visiting my grandparents. I wonder what Maye Maye and Grandad would say if they could see their neighborhood now. There are several new houses being built where the old ones used to be. It’s odd to see a mixture of what once was and was is now. It doesn’t fit, in my mind.

This is how I knew I was close to the house. The brick wall at the end of the street happened after my grandfather had passed away (the day before I turned 11, so it was July of 1978) and before my grandmother got to the point where my parents had to move her in with them. I was probably a teenager. I would go over to visit her every now and then on my own once I started driving. On the other side of the wall was just woods. Then the wall went up and these mansions started growing all around this little quiet neighborhood. One time we went on a tour of one of them, just amazed at the size. Now, that size house is very normal for just about any nice neighborhood – even in Bedford.

This is Andy and me sitting on the back step of the house on Dykes Way. This picture make me happy. We are so sweet and innocent. This house holds so many good memories for me. Running through the house, hearing the floors creak and groan. There is a part of me that wishes we still had the house. Just like I wish we still had the house we grew up in.
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Thursday, September 24, 2009

Nonsense in the Cubicle

So, I came into work this morning and noticed that a picture had “fallen” off the shelf in my cubicle…or so I thought. It looked like someone had probably hit the wall on the other side of where I sit, which caused a couple of pictures to fall and things to be a little turned over. As I was putting things back together, I started to realize this was just too much of an organized mess. Then I saw that these two post-it notes that I keep on the bottom of my monitor were removed, put together and place on my computer. The final “this was staged” realization was that I couldn’t find the graduation picture of Michael that I keep on the shelf was gone. I looked everywhere. It was gone…not on the floor, on my desk, no where. So, I ask Will, who sits next to me, “what happened to my desk? Things were all messed up”. He and I start discussing it and then the guy on the other side of me is talking to a friend and says, “No. I just noticed my mirror was turned.” Before long, there are several of us discussing what was messed up in our cubicle when we got in. It becomes apparent that someone was playing a practical joke on the whole floor last night.

My only issue was I still couldn’t find the picture of Michael and it was starting to bother me. I decided to move everything around on my desk and sure enough, the picture was under my keyboard. Random, but true. So now, I am curious who did this and if there are going to be repercussions from it. Now, I am thinking it was completely innocent, no one had anything stolen, it was just a joke to make everything think. Everyone I talked to said they noticed a little something out of place and just though “Hmmm. That’s weird.” But that’s it, nothing missing, no damage. But around here, you just never know who is going to be the one to make a big deal about the fact that someone was in their space, messing with their stuff, and get someone in trouble.

It amazes me how those things happen around here. What do they say? The louder you bark the more attention you will get? Something like that. We are a very close-knit group down here. We are all in the same main department with four smaller departments inside the main department. I would say most of us get along. It seems that the work environment is a mature and professional one. I just really hope no one makes a big deal about it. We shall see!
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Saturday, September 19, 2009

Three Down and I've Only Been to One

So far, Bell has had three football games and I've only managed to make it to the first one. The second one was rained out, rescheduled and still rained out. Then there was one last night. Apparently, we finally managed to win a game. I hate that I missed the band march. I was home recovering from a procedure that I had done at my doctor's office that morning. I promise not to go into great detail, but I had a procedure called cryoblation. I am tryng to avoid a hysterectomy and this is the best thing I've found to be able to do that. I do not like hospitals (hence the reason I was up for having three of my kids at home) and I don't like being put under anesthesia. I do have a high pain tolerance, which helped yesterday. It wasn't so much painful as just really uncomfortable. They give you an antianxiety drug and a shot for pain and local anesthesia. I got home and slept, went through a little nausea last night and thought I had a little fever, but woke up this morning feeling much better.

The kids were great, just leaving me along, letting me rest but being there if I needed something. Then there's this guy...he talked to me on the phone when I just wished I had someone next to me rubbing my back where it hurt or whatever. I am so not used to being "sick" and I don't handle it well. I do know now, after what I was feeling last night, that when I just think I don't feel good - I feel fine. I have a lot to do around here, but am trying to take it easy. The kids are still asleep, well Ben and Jonathan anyway. Alyssa went to babysit this morning until mid-afternoon and Michael is at a Men's Retreat. My son is old enough to go to a Men's Retreat?? How does that happen?

It's now less than two months until we move into our apartment. The band has something almost every weekend from September 26th until November 15th, pretty much. I need to pack, have a garage sale, been trying to sell stuff on Craigs List....I am sure it will all wait until the last minute. This has been a good week. The rain has let up for now and the temperature has cooled down a lot! I am going to lay down again. Thanks for reading my blog. I know there are a lot of you out there. I really hope it makes you laugh. It's not supposed to be a downer!
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Sunday, September 13, 2009

I. Love. Rain.

This is the best picture I could get. It's out the front window of my car. It has officially rained here for over 48 hours straight. Now, please do not think I am complaining - I love rain. I just don't like getting out in it. This was what my weekend consisted of...Friday evening I wasn't feeling so great and had a football game on the agenda. I didn't necessarily want to go but more importantly didn't want to disappoint Ben. He loves to know that a parent (usually me) is there to watch him perform. The rain came just in time to send the band home, so that put me on the couch watching movies for the night.

I had rented four movies and needed to get them back by Saturday night. I had all kinds of things recorded on the DVR and I had no kids for the weekend. It is best to be as lazy as possible when it's raining, because really, what can you do outside when it's all wet. I woke up Saturday at 9:15 and went to the couch to watch another movie. Everytime I listened I heard rain coming down outside. It is such a calming feeling. Michael and Ashleigh came home and wanted to play xBox, so I got up and went and got a pedicure, took the movies back and picked up the dry cleaning. I wanted to get my toes fixed because I am going on Friday to have a female procedure done and we all know you must shave your legs and have pretty toes. It's just a must.

I went to church this morning. It's the only reason I can see that it's worth it to get out in the rain. Michael has been leading worship for a month now. He is doing so good and I am so proud to see him up there every Sunday. During the service this morning, I was thinking, I hope he doesn't start not liking what he's doing now because he is being paid for it. I hope it becomes more exciting and more of what he wants. He is so good at it. I am amazed at his ability to sing and play guitar and just let what is in his heart come out. I wish he would do a solo one Sunday. He isn't the only singer on Sundays. I would love to hear him sing a song, just him, like he and Ben did on Christmas Eve last year. I need to talk to him about that.

I think it's finally quit raining for now. It is such a peaceful sound, hearing the rain fall down with no thunder or lightning. It's just like a washing of the earth.
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Monday, September 7, 2009

Labor Day

Today is Labor Day. It's Monday, which means we got a long, three day weekend. There are all these holidays we observe and I don't really know anything about most of them. I mean, I know why we do them, but all it means to me is a day off work and school. A friend of mine works for the government and get a LOT of days off, like LBJ's Birthday. It's in the middle of the week so I am not as envious. What today is for us is just hanging out and being lazy. Social people take this opportunity to have barbecues and parties. I would love to do that, but that's not me. We have a grill, but I don't cook much, so....maybe this will change when I move. I don't know.

Labor Day marks a lot of different things. It's used to mark when you can't wear white anymore - or is it when you CAN wear white? The city pools shut down after Labor Day. School used to start after Labor Day. Now it's just a day the kids have off. For me, today, it marks two months until we move. It's surreal because I really don't have that much to do (save this for later when I realize I probably didn't do enough in the next two months). It also makes for a short work week, which we all enjoy.

This is a short blog, just some thoughts I wanted to get down and pass along. My brother, Andy, started teaching school today. They don't have Labor Day in Amsterdam. They have other holidays that we don't have, like Queen's Day. If you get a chance to skip on over and read his blog, it's always fun and interesting. It's (or click on his name up there). Have a great Labor Day everyone!
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Sunday, September 6, 2009

The Price of Moving On

Today is the day we are taking the dogs back to where they came from. Moving means no more animals because I don't want to pay a pet deposit and more importantly, they are messy and I just don't want to deal with that anymore. I am ready to have a good smelling house without pee and poop on the floor no matter how consistantly we take the dogs outside. I am ready to not have dog hair all over the house and no more gates up at the carpeted areas. We had a cat, Lucy, but after the new carpet got put in and she promptly went upstair and pooped in Alyssa's room, she was gone to my mom's house next door. Mom had just lost a cat and loved Lucy although Lucy wasn't so friendly to her when she was with us. The report three months later is that Lucy has finally come out of the closet hiding space and snuggles up to mom - even sleeping with her on the bed.

We are going to take them as soon as church is over. I cleaned out the kennel really well yesterday, washed their beds and are just about all set to go. The drive is about 2 hours to Emory where Angie and CJ live on an acre of land in the middle of no where. They already have five dogs - Baby's sister Eva, Tiny's Grampa Bruser, mama Baby Girl, sister Heidi and brother Harley. So, once they get settled in I feel sure they will be fine. I know for sure they will be loved. The rest of this blog will be about the deposit...

It has been a week since we dropped the puppies off. I am a little behind in my blogging. Taking the dogs was not as hard as I thought it might be. I did my share of crying at the church alter that morning. The drive was pleasant with the kids except that the dogs, who aren't used to being in the car, couldn't get comfortable the entire 1 hour 45 minute drive. As Jonathan put it on the way home, "All the whining in the car kinda hardened me to the whole thing".

Ok, so when we got there it was dogs everywhere! I knew Tiny was small but I didn't realize just how small they both are until I saw them with the other dogs. Tiny is now with his mom, sister, brother and grampa. He is about the size of Bruser, the grampa. Baby is with her sister, Eva, who looks so much like her it's incredible. Eva has more gray on her mussle though.

We stayed about 45 minutes, talked and watched them adjust to the new house and all the land. They both enjoy being outside, Tiny more than Baby, and now they have lots of land and friends to run around with.

It has been a quiet week around here. I had a crying breakdown on Tuesday night and finally just let it all out. It was like giving away my children, but I know they are happier and get more attention now than they did with us. I will call today to find out how things are going. I have only gotten one small update and haven't called because I just need to let go.

I know they are love.
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Saturday, September 5, 2009

LD Bell Marching Starts - NOW

Last night was the first game for LD Bell. Ben was so excited and ready to perform. I love his enthusiasm for the band. He is so proud of what he has accomplished up to this point. The first picture here is him in the stands at the beginning of the game. I am only going to say this once, but I will never again sit in the high school section. The kids are so incredibly irritating. I will have to start sitting in the more expensive section at home games. I got a little too irritated last night at the kids who were messing with the band seat pads. I know my limits.

The band did amazing. I love the light blue shrouds with the white and dark blue. I wish everyone could see this in person. The energy and excitement in the air when the band takes the field is absolutely invigerating. There is such a charge of excitement to see for the first time what they have to offer this year. As a parent, to know what your child has put into getting himself to where he is at this very moment, makes the difficult points of being a parent worth it all. Just knowing how excited he was, along with all of the other great kids in the band - it's just such a great feeling.

October 10th will start the competition season with BOA Arlington. Then we have UIL, HEB Marching Contest, BOA San Antonio and the finale with Grand Nationals in Indianapolis. I have already booked my flight and reserved my hotel room. I would love to find someone to travel with. If nothing else, there are lots of parents that I know going so I will be fine. I am excited to see how the show will grow and change and progress throughout the next three months. They always have so much in store and even with the new band director this year, I am certain that part of it will not change.

Me, Alyssa, Michael, Ashleigh and her parents are going to San Antonio together to stay overnight and go shopping the next day. This is something I am really looking forward to, just because it's more than a quick trip turn-around. I love going to San Antonio. The hotel we have is on the Riverwalk, which is sort of within walking distance when you are up to it. Saturdays are always a long day, but watching all the bands compete is so much fun to me. I just love this time of year!
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

How does one go about getting Impetigo?

I don't really want you to answer that. I know how you get it. I just never thought I would have to deal with somethng with such an odd name...then again, with my life as of late, it totally fits.

Monday morning, Alyssa comes down, ready to go to school, and says "I think I got bit by something in my sleep. Look at my face." I could tell it wasn't a bite, but I wasn't sure what it was. Being the kind of mom I am...I handed her a tube of Neosporin and said, "Keep putting this on there. Ket me know if it gets worse. We have to get going." And off we went. It wasn't any better after school. In fact, it almost looked worse. She spent the night with Melina that night because the next day was Melina's birthday and they are best friends AND they did this for Alyssa's birthday, so....I told her to let me know as early as possible if it was continuing to get worse so that I could take her to the doctor before school. When I picked them up the next morning, it wasn't worse, just not getting any better and it seemed like it was spreading. Melina's mom pegged it as what it was, but since we live by exemptions, I told her I would get her a doctor's appointment that afternoon, after school and sent her on her way.

She text me a little later and said it was itching. I told her to go to the school nurse, not thinking they would send her home, just wanting to get confirmation about what it was. I had made her an appointment at 4:30 so we were going to get it taken care of. Well, the nurse said it was Impetigo and said she had to go home because it was very contagious. She was so SO mad. She needs those exemptions and missing this one day meant she would only have one more exemption for the Tri. I got her into the doctor and they weren't exactly sure if it was Shingles or Impetigo at first. We left with a diagnosis, prescriptions for ointment and pills AND a doctor's note that said she could go back to school the next day.

We still aren't sure where it came from, but it healed really fast. Now we are just dealing with the spots left from the scabs. Mederma here we come!
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