Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Dear Mr. Apple...





Dear Mr. Apple,

I really do like your i-Tunes product.
Really, I do. It's just not as user friendly as I thought it would be.

When I want the music to play on the computer and I select shuffle, by song, then hit play...
I kind of expected to hear more than one song before the program turned itself off.

And PLEASE do not tell me that it is not supposed to do that.

If that were the case it would mean that my computer is haunted, or possessed, or has another virus of some sort.

Can computers get AIDS? The way they can just drop dead without warning is kinda scary, don't you think?

So, Mr. Apple, if there is anyway you can make the i-tunes work better- as in play ALL the songs in my playlist- I would greatly appreciate it.

Oh, and while I have your attention?

I just wanted to let you know that the reason I have to listen to my iPod music on the computer is because my super-duper $400.00 iPod that my husband bought me so I could have a really cool electronic device like my kids, stopped working without warning.

Kinda like my last laptop, only without the blue screen of death.

My iPod won't charge, or turn on, or well, do anything and I only used it for about 6months... and not even daily!

Not to complain overly much, but please make SOMETHING that starts with i- more user friendly, or last more than 6 months, because I really can't afford to replace this stuff AND keep my kids fed and clothed.

Thank you for your time Mr. Apple.

Sincerely,

A Mom who really wants to be able to use her iPod or iTunes again.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Where, oh where, have all my thoughts gone?

I have been feeling a bit under-inspired the past week.

Now, not to worry!
I am, almost certainly, sure it is a direct result of the somewhat depressing events of the past month or so...

Death, illness, the kids getting out of school... You know, the normal stuff.

In an attempt to get my creative writing juices flowing I tried using a Random Topic Generator .

It sounded like a good idea at the time... really, it did!

Until I saw some of the topics:

Reasons to not be popular - okay had no idea this was something you could actually choose!

Getting up in the morning - well, first I roll over, then I sit up, then I put my feet on the floor, then I stand up then... Voila' I'm out of bed!

Fun things to do with your lunch - Hmmm, I guess eating it isn't fun enough?

Numerical sight-singing - Ummm, what?

Anti-gravity technology- the only thing I know about this is... astronauts use it to train for outer space... and you float if you have no gravitational pull.

AS you can see by the above topics - and mind you these are the good ones- I was not so sure about the whole topic generator thingy.

But look! It actually worked. Not exactly the way the developer thought, or the way it was marketed for use, but it did generate some blogging material.

Very much like my life, I'd say.

Things, events, plans are made with specific end results in mind.
But rarely, if ever, do the end results actually resemble the original.

Adapt. Go with the flow. Don't sweat the small stuff... and it's all small stuff.

And in the words a a world renowned author :

It's all fun and games until somebody gets a paper cut!

Oh, Come on June 30th...

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Friday Foto Feature

Here are some more things you see every day...

They just don't look the same when BratChild gets her eye








To Write Love On Her Arms

Teen Suicide HotLine and Prevention Education- Give YOUR Support

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Every cloud has a silver lining... well, not all of them

Can the weather be a reflection of the turmoil in one's life?

I think it can.

A friend died today.

She was a wife, a mother, an individual with a personality all her own...

She had sarcoidosis of the liver.

Just 2 months ago she was told that her liver was not bad enough to be put on the transplant list.

Just 3 months ago we were in New Orleans for the DeMolay Old South competition with our boys.

She spent the past 4 weeks in and out of the hospital with various health issues that were related to her liver problem, but not life threatening once the docs got them under control.

Or so they said.

Apparently not.

So, I sit here watching the sky turn black-yellow-green, the winds whip up a frenzy of flying leaves and limbs- I fully expect to see The Wicked Witch of the West fly by on her broom any second- and the rain fall in horizontal sheets obstructing all view more than a foot from the windows.

And I like the look and the sound of the storm raging outside.

It fits the storm that I feel raging inside.

Yes, the weather can reflect one's feelings.

At least today, for me, the weather did just that.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Oh Crap.... I almost forgot! HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!

Good, got that out there into the world of the unknown... AKA Cyberspace.

It's been a good day.

HeMan Hubby is on call this week- started Friday night- and his Blackberry has only BLEEB-BLEEBED in the middle of the night a few times since. Wow!

He spent all day yesterday dismanteling the existing pool deck in order to build a new addition to the house deck. I know, I'm confused about the whole thing and I live here!

He got the pressure washer working, amazingly enough- and used it on the decking he took down yesterday and this morning... yeah, can't get him up for work, but on his off-day he's up at dawn??? Well, with a little help from the BLEEB-BLEEBING of the Blackberry. He then pressure washed the front porch and front walk and driveway and... every flat surface around the yard, I think.

I got him a smoker for a combination Anniversary/Father's Day gift. I thought it would be a grand surprise.

Apparently not.

Friday, I left my walking date after only 2.5 miles, instead of the normal 4.5, to run to the store and get it so I would be home at the normal time. I thought he would then be shocked to see what I had in the van when he came out to bring in the "groceries" while I hopped in the shower.

Yeah, not so much. I had to ask him if he liked his surprise, then he only grunted. Maybe the conference call he was on had something to do with it, but I expected a smile, something?

For his Father's Day gift I turned on the air conditioning.

Do. Not. Laugh.

This is a big thing. A HUGE thing. A monumentous occasion at our house because I hate AC, and because here in the land of 'raise the frickin price of everything' electricity is just WAY expensive.

He laughed when I told him about the AC, but he was really happy about it, not a HAHA laughing. Really. He knows how I guard the AC button like a middle school hall montior!

While he was enjoying his MANLY-MAN activities for the day, I was opening several weeks worth of mail.

I have a spread sheet with the bills on it that I use to pay them on time...

Don't worry that I have unpaid bills loitering around on the dining room, breakfast room tables for weeks on end.

Oh, the bills ARE loitering there, but they are not unpaid is my point.

Silly me.

I opened the cell phone bill curious to see the printed version of it- I usually just look online- and nearly died from shock!

$499.00????

I hurry-up dialed the company and asked about the breakdown for this bill...

The deal is...

BratChild used the 'house' phone - read the cell phone that is SUPPOSED to be the house phone since we got rid of the land line- as her personal texting machine and had 3177 texts in less than 3 weeks!

Her portion of the phone bill is $305.00!!!

You remember BratChild, right?
The 13 year old girl, who lives in my house, who might not live to be 14?

Needless to say that she is now my indentured servant.
I struggled with keeping this from HeMan Hubby, it being Father's Day and all...
But I had to tell him because, well, he was gonna hear me screaming at BratChild anyway, so...

Happily HeMan Hubby DID NOT have a heart attack when I told him the bill total....
And luckily, for BratChild, he is not a violent man.

But he is a fair man and because he is...

He agrees to the whole indentured servant-ness of her summer vacation.

So, all's well that ends well...

For Me and HeMan Hubby that is!

For BratChild... not so much.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

The story of Me... Me the Nurse, and Me the Mom


The other day I started a series of posts, about why I started posting in the first place.

I decided today I would explain a little bit about why I am a nurse, or perhaps, how I got to be one would be more accurate.

When I was 14 I had a baby girl. The baby girl grew up to be my daughter- GoodMom.

She was born in the early hours on the morning after she was due, after just 5 hours of labor.

She weighed in at 9 pounds 3 ounces.

Because I was so young, and she was so big, special attention was paid to us in those first pre-dawn hours.

Then I was moved into a private room. She stayed with me, her bassinette at my bedside.

I fed her, changed her, held her and snuggled with her until I was too tired to hold her anymore, and she was sound asleep, wrapped up like a cocoon.

After putting her into the bassinette, I discovered the head of the bead would not go down. There was a hand crank at the foot of the bed, so I climbed out of the covers and tried to crank it down. It only creaked and groaned at me. I had developed a fever- thus the private room- and was not to be out of bed or up on my feet for very long because... well, no one actually ever told me why.

So, here I was in the middle of the night, tired, cold and wearing nothing but a hospital gown with my backside hanging out ...
when I heard footsteps in the hall, and as they got closer I could hear whispered voices. They stopped just outside my door. I was embarassed because I broke the bed, and feeling really weak and tired. I was about to call out for some help when I heard what the nurses were saying.

They were saying awful things about me. About me having a baby so young. About the kind of person I must be. About how I would never be able to take care of a child properly. About how I should be ashamed of myself and the mess I had made for my family.

Quietly, I crept back into the bed. Or should I say climbed as by now the bed was at it's highest setting and the head of the bed was at a 90 degree angle. I had broken the bed, and I did not want to cause the nurses any problems so...

The night nurse came in a little while later and asked what I had done to the bed. I told her I liked it that way, it was more comfortable. She shook her head and said something about me breaking the bed, being trouble...

I slept in that bed, with the mattress set at nearly 3 feet off the ground, sitting completely upright, with one hand through the railing, laid gently against my little girl's cheek so I could make sure she was breathing. So I could take care of her the way a mom should.

A year later I had the opportunity to be accepted into the Nursing school program at the local Vo-Tech. I would take the community college nursing course for half a day though my sophomore, junior and senior years of high school- if I got in.
Part of the process was an interview with the instructors. One of them asked me why I wanted to be a nurse. They knew I had a child, and like so many other teachers and instructors, they did not see past that to the person I was inside.

So, I told them the story of the night my daughter was born and how I broke the bed.
And how that nurse with her mean attitude, and judgements of me, had made me feel sad, alone and worthless. And that if I could prevent one person from feeling the way that nurse had made me feel, then I would have done something worth doing. I wanted to be a nurse because I wanted to help others get better and feel better.

I got into the program. I took high school classes half days and nursing classes half days for 3 years. I took advanced classes in high school and kept my grades up. I took college level classes like microbiology, anatomy and physiology, psychology and pharmacology and kept my grades up.

I worked several part time jobs to help my boyfriend support our daughter. I did homework late at night while she slept. I played soccer. I was in the band. I was inducted into the National Honor Society.
I worked hard to prove everyone wrong about what kind of person I was. What kind of mother I would be. What kind of person I would become.

And that is why, 26 years ago- June 8, 1984- I graduated from Nursing school, one day before I graduated from high school with honors as a National Honor Society member, and as a student in the top 5% of my class- I was ranked 14 in a class of 431. My grade point average included my college level nursing classes and my high school classes... it was 3.84.

I think I did a good job. I think I proved to everyone I could do it. But mostly, I proved to myself that I only needed to do what I needed to do for me, and my children. In the end, the only one that I had to make proud of me, was me.

And that is why I am a nurse who works nights and takes care of sick kids.

Bet you thought I was going to add a little something to make you laugh here, right?
Well, just picture me on my hands and knees trying to fix the crank on that hospital bed- I did say I was wearing a hosptial gown, right?
The kind with nothing to keep them closed in the back?
Yep- hiney in the air and head under the bed... thank god the nurse didn't walk in then!

Friday, June 18, 2010

Friday Foto Feature...

Seeing the World thru the eyes of BratChild...





Friends come in all shapes and sizes...





Be a Friend ...

Give Your Support...




Show You Care

To Write Love On Her Arms-

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Bon Anniversaire... or in the words of the people in my house... It's Your Anniversary? Today?




Today is a wonderful day at my house.

Today is me and HeMan Hubby's anniversary.

14 years ago today we went to the court house and got hitched.

I wore a watered silk dress- which was a good thing since we had to walk 8 blocks in 90 degree heat so it was gonna look like watered silk whether it was or not!

We stood in the little gray-walled room, complete with No Smoking signs and holes in the walls, and said our vows.

Exchanged rings, oh wait, never mind... no rings at that point. We were too poor. But we did get rings, eventually. Really, I swear!

We went to dinner downtown that night. We had candle light and cold salad, thanks to the power outage that hit as soon as our dinner went into the oven...

Then we hurried home, to avoid the flash flooding and dodge the hail, and snuggled into bed.

Where I promptly passed out from exhaustion.

After all, I had worked the night before and only had a few hours sleep that morning...

What? Full time nights, kids 6,10 & 14... and 6 month old?

You would have fallen asleep too...

And as we started out, so we continue...

Tonight I gotta work.

We'll do something tomorrow.

If I can stay awake...

Oh! I almost forgot... I got a blogger award!
Drum Roll Please.....
TaDa!

And Yes there are some rules to accepting this acolade of the blogging trade...
I'll be posting them on Monday to start help others start their week of right! A big Gigantic Humongous GiNormous Thank You to Cheryl @ 1 Crafty Mom and 2 Ornery Kids!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The Who and What I Am...

People who know me know what I do for a living.

At least I think they do.
They seem to know I am a nurse. I work nights. I do something with kids.

I'm a night nurse, working private cases for special needs/chronically and terminally ill children.

So yeah, they know what I do, kinda.

When I started this blog I wanted to take a look at my life.
But not just the living of my life. I wanted to look at the choices I make, and have made, and try to figure out how they got me to the person and place I am today.

I've written about lots of things. I use comic relief to take the edge off topics that are hard for me to discuss, or are just really serious.

I have found that my natural tendency to be flippant or comedic at times has resurfaced after 20 years in hiding. And I find that I speak my mind and let my personality come out in person a lot more.

I named this blog Dawning... one- because Dawn is my name, and two- because I wanted to find myself, the me I thought I had lost along my life's journey.

I have found she was not lost so much as sleeping, somewhere hidden in my inner self.

And yes, she is waking, and like the Dawn of a new day...

She is ready, and raring to go...

And she doesn't mind bringing you along for the ride.

Oh, and for those of you who are into names... my first and middle names together actually mean- A new day reborn...

I guess my parents picked the right name for me way back when... right?

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

A Poem ..for no other reason than it's what my fingers typed when I placed them on the keyboard

Days run together
I can't remember if I'm to run to
or away from them
some days I can't remember who I am
or where I am going

Days run together
Into weeks
Into months
Into years
I look back and can't remember
exactly how I got here

Days run together
I hope I'm not too late
to find the joy in my life
in my loved ones
my family and friends

Days run together
oh so quickly they fly
One day we'll look back
at these shared memories
the love of my life and I

It better be soon though, cause my memory just ain't what it used to be!

Monday, June 14, 2010

Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates...


Or like a basket full of dirty laundry.

You know that basket holds all of the clothes you wore that week.
Shirts, pants, socks...
yes, pairs of socks have gone into that basket...

But as surely as you know you put 2 socks in, you know, without a doubt, 1 will be left, lonely and bereft, in the bottom of the basket.

You can take every precaution to prevent it...

Rolling pairs of dirty socks into balls, safety pinning them in pairs, tying them together...

And still, you KNOW that a sock, or two, will be missing when the laundry is folded and put away.

So, as much as life is filled with lovely surprises, like the raspberry jelly in what looked like a coconut(YUCK)cream chocolate...

It is filled, despite our very best efforts, with lost socks.

And disappointments.
And regrets.
And missed opportunities.

The trick is to turn the lone socks of life into a positive experience.

Like pinning the mate-less loners to sweats and trick-or-treating as The Sock Monster, like SIX did several years ago.

Or wearing mismatched socks every day to show your own sense of style, like BratChild.

Sure, you can stick with the safety of ONLY wearing one color and style of sock so every one exactly matches the others...

But then, where would the fun be in that?

Go on, take a bite of that unknown chocolate... it might turn out to be your favorite!

Then try throwing caution to the wind and head outside wearing one blue and one green sock...

You just might be surprised at how much fun it is to be a little different...

And you just might find life's little problems don't have to be problems after all!

Friday, June 11, 2010

FRIDAY FOTO FEATURE...

Some pix BratChild took around the neighborhood... a friend, a flower and...

A Miss Utility marker?

Looking thru the eyes of a girl with a camera.














Please take the time to check out the link below to To Write Love On Her Arms... an organization both BratChild and I whole-heartedly support!

It's THE right thing to do!

To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Sticking to the plan.... or doing nothing all day... oh, the choices we must make!


Louisiana feeling the effects of the BP Oil Spill


Today's post was going to be about the oil spill in the Gulf.

Rue McClanahan dying much too young.

Why people bash Kate Gosselin for trying to be a mom taking care of her kids while her private life, her husband's indiscretions, the crumbling of her world as she knew it, played out for all the world to see....

Instead, I am sitting on my back deck, watching the leaves blow in the cool breeze.

Watching the dog run through the yard, barking at rabbits and squirrels who dare to enter his domain.

Searching out, and finding, the source of the loss of water from the pool every night...

It's a small leak in the return hose where there is a crack in the fitting... yes, a small and easily repaired thing... Thank goodness!

Folding towels, washing HeMan Hubby's yucky clothes from his weekend as Harry Homeowner- Home Improvement Warrior.

Getting caught up on the show's I DVR'd last week, but never found the time to watch.

Yes, today is a do-nothing day.

Or as much of a do-nothing day as I get...

And I revel in it... knowing that one week from now...

The kids will come home from school for the last time this year...

And SUMMER VACATION will officially begin...

God Help Us All!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Another day in the life of the BusyBusy Family...did the Fat Lady sing yet???

MASONIC CHIP PROGRAM


It's been a busy weekend for the BusyBusy Family, and it's not over yet!

Yesterday was the funeral for GoodMom's father in law.

He died on Memorial Day, after mowing the lawn.
It was unexpected... and sudden.
Awful, but good, too, in a way.
In that is was quick and not painful I mean...

We had prior commitments and as I so often find myself, I was jockeying kids from one place to another becasue, when you say you will do something, YOU DO IT!

We managed to get them all done, and the kids, although whiney about it at first, actually had a good time.

After the funeral I had to take BratChild and SIX to meet up with TeenBoy at a local festival where he was helping the Masons with their CHIP program.

What IS CHIP you ask?

Very good question, and something every parent needs to know about.

CHIP stands for Child Id Program, and is a nationwide program that takes information from parents/guardians of children of all ages AND puts it into a file that can be read by any law enforcement agency in the country.

Personal data, fingerprints, photos and a video ( for voice recognition and mannerisms) are done right there on a single computer, in minutes, with the end result a packet containing a CD with all the data on it, printed ID form with photo ID sections that can be laminated to carry in a wallet, and a DNA swab.
Once home you swab your child's inner cheek, then return it to it's wrapper and place in the packet envelope.
The packet can then be stored in a cool, dry place- readily accessible for vacations or if, God Forbid, and I so seriously mean that, it is needed in a hurry.

The coolest part about this is that in an emergency you just hand the CD to a law enforcement officer and they can slide it into the computer in their official vehicle and press a button and VOILA' ...

Amber Alert is out NATIONWIDE in seconds... WOWSERS!

Is that not cool, or what?

The other MOST AWESOME part is that this service is FREE.

The program software and hardware is provided by the State Police and is compatible with the 2 programs used nationwide.

Masonic Lodges all over the country have purchased these units and provide this service to anyone FREE OF CHARGE...

The Masons are a community service organization, after all, and the welfare of children is their priority.

Mason's sponsor children's hospitals, cancer centers and research, MS research, eye and hearing clinics...

and so much more...

Do you have a school or community event coming up that NEEDS this service there???

Just contact your local Masonic Lodge and ask about the CHIP program.
They'll be happy to help and you won't meet a nicer group of men who really care about their community....

Because community means family and the Mason's are all about Family...

The only problem I found is...
That in all the hectic-ness of the day I FORGOT to get my own kids done!

Next time I will...

Really, I WILL!

Friday, June 4, 2010

Friday Foto Feature...

The World Thru the eye of BratChild



Be Yourself Because the People Who Mind Don't Matter and the People Who Matter Don't Mind: Dr. Seuss













Please take time out of your busy day to check out To Write Love On Her ARMS-

BratChild's favorite Charity supporting IM ALIVE- The first LIVE Peer to Peer Suicide Prevention Service...

Thursday, June 3, 2010

What a Wonderful World it would be... Ohhhh, Yeahhhhh!


I try.

Really, I do.

I try to...

Understand the man who waited until I had my blinker on and was starting to change lanes to decide he NEEDED to honk his horn at me and jump into the spot I was trying to occupy...
he must have been late to an important appointment, or a funeral or a wedding... or something.

The new high school graduate, driving along in his uber-cool convertible BMW, music at top volume, on his was down the beach, hon... as the writing all over his car proclaims...
but please GOD! let him make a decisive move and PICK A LANE... ANY lane is fine... just get into ONE!

The man at the grocery store who * did not see* the 12 people lined up at the 20 items or less aisle as he sauntered up and plopped his stuff down right in front of me???
I've lost weight, that must be why he didn't see me...
Or he was blind and I missed the cane... That could be it, right?

See, I really and truly do try ...

I sure wish everyone else would too...
Wouldn't the world be so nice?

ME and Louis Armstrong... we're trying!