Here it is midnight again, and I am in front of the pc writing. Brad has been asleep for a long time now, and I am quite sure he can here my typing in his dreams. We had the computer in an office once, that was the dining room, and now, it is a playroom. That my friends is called "good use of space" and I don't even appear on HGTV.
Anyway, one of the reasons that I am still awake is because I have been talking with a dear friend through facebook tonight. She is a couple of years younger than me and a truly remarkable girl. She has three kids and is suffering from Chronic Lyme Disease. Her case is even worse than most chronic lyme disease patients because her case was diagnosed very late. This young woman has gone through so much in this life, and through it all she remains strong and faithful to God and his Word. Her name is Crystal, and if you are reading my blog, and you are a person who believes in God Almighty, please lift her up in prayer. Her bone marrow came back clear and she hasn't been on antibiotics for about three months. All of that is good, but she had a set back today and I am praying that is all it is, a set back. I believe God is using Crystal as he has used others, to show that He is still in control of us, and that He still performs miracles every day even when we are not aware. She has a caring bridge site: www.caringbridge.com type in southernbelle28 and read her story. You will come away from your computer screen with a new out look on life after you read it, trust me.
Nothing exciting to type about the Boz household today except that I went to the Dr. today and my pink eye is slowly fading. He said I can wear contacts again Friday. Praise the Lord. I hate my glasses right now. Oh, and for those of you who are wondering:
Brad graduated with his accounting degree!!! We received his diploma in the mail on Friday. Funny thing though, it reads, Bachelor of Science, in the school of Business. Well, that is funny because his diploma from Mississippi State reads the same darn thing. After checking his official transcript from UAB to make sure that he has an accounting degree, he found out that no diploma actually lists what it is you graduated in, that being your degree. My question to universities every where is this: WHY NOT? They need to realize that corporate America doesn't give a darn that you have a BS, BA, they want to know what your degree is in or you don't get a high paying job. Needless to say, the diploma from UAB will not be hung on the wall in a frame. But the transcript might.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
The need for hand sanitizer
I have never been a sickly person. I grew up in a smoking household, so I got my fair share of sinus infections, and colds, had my tonsils out when I was 8 years old and of course had tubes put in my ears as a baby. Other than those listed, I have never been sick very often. Until I started this new part time job at the bank. In the last six months I have been sick three different occasions, and each illness lasted for two or more weeks. I had two really bad colds, got a staph infection on my toe, and now I have contracted pink eye.
I haven't had pink eye in a long time and did not remember how much it hurts.
Let me tell you now, it hurts like hell, and I am talking Dante's Inferno type hell.
Brad and I had our anniversary yesterday and celebrated over the weekend by going to the movies and dinner by ourselves Saturday night. My eye had been red all morning Saturday and one of the girls that I was working with even said it looked like pink eye. I told her, "No, it doesn't hurt, I think it is just an infection from my contacts." So much for my keen sense of intelligence. That afternoon, Brad and I were sitting in the movie theatre watching Valkyrie (which is VERY good by the way) and my eye started tearing up, tears were pouring down my cheeks. Thankfully it was dark and no one could see my eye dripping. We went on to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, which is also darkly lit. We ate dinner, and my eye stopped dripping. As soon as we got into the car to ride home, the pain set in. It felt as though there was a piece of sandpaper stuck onto the inside of my eyelid. Every time I blinked, my eye would pull inward and the pain would make me flinch. We stopped at a drugstore to get over the counter drops because I wasn't about to go to an after hours clinic with all of the drug addicts in this town and pick up another bacteria. I went to sleep with my eye still oozing and hurting, but not too severe.
Sunday morning I woke up in misery. My eye was swollen completely shut, my nose was stopped up and my throat was sore. I told Brad that I would be making it to church and asked for a cold wash cloth and some Aleve. Then I fell asleep for three more hours waking up at 11:00 which is a miracle in itself. Finally around 2:00 I gave in and called our family doctor who by the Grace of God called in a prescription of antibiotic drops for me. They helped but not enough. I am finally feeling better today and had to go to work yesterday with pink eye because the stupid people there are just, well, stupid and wouldn't let me go home. So, in a very non Christian like way, I hope that they all get pink eye and walk through the inferno as I had to, only maybe they will get scars on their feet from the coals. I don't like ignorance, in fact I detest it, and that is a very bad fault of mine. I am working on it.
I have come to the conclusion that all of these years I have been working in a very clean corporate atmosphere with professionals who were also clean people. I am also OCD when it comes to germs, and am a frequent handwasher. Just ask the lady that used to manicure my fingernails when I had the money to get them done on a regular basis. The skin on my hands is as dry as a piece of paper. Now that I work in a branch as a teller and have to deal with the general public two and a half days a week, and count their gross money that has been Lord only knows where, I am getting sick more often. I can't wash my hands after every customer, I can't even use my wet wipes or sanitizer after every customer. My immune system is just not what I thought it was. It has disappointed me but I am sure that it will rebound soon. Until then, I have to stay well! I can't take care of these three boys (Brad included) in my life when I am sick all of the time.
Well, now that my rant is over I am going to go and make Brad and Tucker a lunch for tomorrow. Speaking of jobs, I have to say that a mommy never gets a day off, and her job is much more like a 20 hour shift than an 8 hour shift. There is no monetary payment given to a mom for her time or her talents. However, there is one thing that I am certain of and it is this: There is no greater job than being a mom, who is blessed with the ability to stay at home with her children even if it is only three days a week. I would not trade all of the money in (France? US doesn't have any so don't want theirs) for what I get to do every day. I have waited 6 long years to be able to wake up in the morning and play with my child during the early morning hours, eat lunch with him at our table in the kitchen, (even if it is a lean pocket and chips and not an extravagant lunch out) and then be able to hold him in my arms until he falls asleep for his nap during the day. I am only sad that I was not able to do this with Tucker. But the 5 years that I got to have him all to myself makes up for the additional time at home that I get to spend with Connor now. I hope that every stay at home mom that I know realizes how very lucky, no change that, BLESSED we are to be able to be with our children every day.
I look back on all of those days that I had to take Tucker to daycare in the morning, waking him up early, rushing around the house, shoving food in a bag for his teachers to feed him when we got there, and walking down the hall listening to him crying because I was leaving him all the while knowing that I had no choice but to keep walking. That is what I did, I kept walking, and praying that someday, it wouldn't have to be that way anymore. Beth Moore said something in a Bible study that I was in this morning that really hit home. I can't remember it verbatim, but it went something like this, "God has a purpose for each of us. We don't know what that purpose is, sometimes things do not go the way that we plan for them to go. We don't always get what we pray for when we pray for it, because it all falls into His plan and His purpose for us. Not ours." I will never fully understand why things happen the way that they do, but I believe in God's Promise to me that he will always love me, take care of me, and be here for me when ever I need Him. For right now, that is all I need. Thank you God, for my life, and all you have blessed me with!
I haven't had pink eye in a long time and did not remember how much it hurts.
Let me tell you now, it hurts like hell, and I am talking Dante's Inferno type hell.
Brad and I had our anniversary yesterday and celebrated over the weekend by going to the movies and dinner by ourselves Saturday night. My eye had been red all morning Saturday and one of the girls that I was working with even said it looked like pink eye. I told her, "No, it doesn't hurt, I think it is just an infection from my contacts." So much for my keen sense of intelligence. That afternoon, Brad and I were sitting in the movie theatre watching Valkyrie (which is VERY good by the way) and my eye started tearing up, tears were pouring down my cheeks. Thankfully it was dark and no one could see my eye dripping. We went on to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, which is also darkly lit. We ate dinner, and my eye stopped dripping. As soon as we got into the car to ride home, the pain set in. It felt as though there was a piece of sandpaper stuck onto the inside of my eyelid. Every time I blinked, my eye would pull inward and the pain would make me flinch. We stopped at a drugstore to get over the counter drops because I wasn't about to go to an after hours clinic with all of the drug addicts in this town and pick up another bacteria. I went to sleep with my eye still oozing and hurting, but not too severe.
Sunday morning I woke up in misery. My eye was swollen completely shut, my nose was stopped up and my throat was sore. I told Brad that I would be making it to church and asked for a cold wash cloth and some Aleve. Then I fell asleep for three more hours waking up at 11:00 which is a miracle in itself. Finally around 2:00 I gave in and called our family doctor who by the Grace of God called in a prescription of antibiotic drops for me. They helped but not enough. I am finally feeling better today and had to go to work yesterday with pink eye because the stupid people there are just, well, stupid and wouldn't let me go home. So, in a very non Christian like way, I hope that they all get pink eye and walk through the inferno as I had to, only maybe they will get scars on their feet from the coals. I don't like ignorance, in fact I detest it, and that is a very bad fault of mine. I am working on it.
I have come to the conclusion that all of these years I have been working in a very clean corporate atmosphere with professionals who were also clean people. I am also OCD when it comes to germs, and am a frequent handwasher. Just ask the lady that used to manicure my fingernails when I had the money to get them done on a regular basis. The skin on my hands is as dry as a piece of paper. Now that I work in a branch as a teller and have to deal with the general public two and a half days a week, and count their gross money that has been Lord only knows where, I am getting sick more often. I can't wash my hands after every customer, I can't even use my wet wipes or sanitizer after every customer. My immune system is just not what I thought it was. It has disappointed me but I am sure that it will rebound soon. Until then, I have to stay well! I can't take care of these three boys (Brad included) in my life when I am sick all of the time.
Well, now that my rant is over I am going to go and make Brad and Tucker a lunch for tomorrow. Speaking of jobs, I have to say that a mommy never gets a day off, and her job is much more like a 20 hour shift than an 8 hour shift. There is no monetary payment given to a mom for her time or her talents. However, there is one thing that I am certain of and it is this: There is no greater job than being a mom, who is blessed with the ability to stay at home with her children even if it is only three days a week. I would not trade all of the money in (France? US doesn't have any so don't want theirs) for what I get to do every day. I have waited 6 long years to be able to wake up in the morning and play with my child during the early morning hours, eat lunch with him at our table in the kitchen, (even if it is a lean pocket and chips and not an extravagant lunch out) and then be able to hold him in my arms until he falls asleep for his nap during the day. I am only sad that I was not able to do this with Tucker. But the 5 years that I got to have him all to myself makes up for the additional time at home that I get to spend with Connor now. I hope that every stay at home mom that I know realizes how very lucky, no change that, BLESSED we are to be able to be with our children every day.
I look back on all of those days that I had to take Tucker to daycare in the morning, waking him up early, rushing around the house, shoving food in a bag for his teachers to feed him when we got there, and walking down the hall listening to him crying because I was leaving him all the while knowing that I had no choice but to keep walking. That is what I did, I kept walking, and praying that someday, it wouldn't have to be that way anymore. Beth Moore said something in a Bible study that I was in this morning that really hit home. I can't remember it verbatim, but it went something like this, "God has a purpose for each of us. We don't know what that purpose is, sometimes things do not go the way that we plan for them to go. We don't always get what we pray for when we pray for it, because it all falls into His plan and His purpose for us. Not ours." I will never fully understand why things happen the way that they do, but I believe in God's Promise to me that he will always love me, take care of me, and be here for me when ever I need Him. For right now, that is all I need. Thank you God, for my life, and all you have blessed me with!
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Happy 2009!
Wow, where do you start when you haven't posted in over three weeks? Well, I guess I can start with Brad's tonsillectomy and the reparation of his deviated septum. He did pretty well, considering that his entire nasal cavity was probed, prodded, sliced and stitched. The doctor that performed the surgeries is a friend of Brad's that he met while playing basketball at the Jewish Community Center here in town. The fact that the doctor knew Brad personally was a comfort for me, and he spent a little extra time talking to us before and after the surgery. It took about an hour and a little change to complete both procedures. The amount of time was disconcerting to me because I was told that it would be a 45 min. deal, tops. When the doctor came out to talk to me he said that Brad's tonsils were some of the largest that he had ever seen and that his septum was in one of the worst conditions he had ever seen. He told me that it was a challenge to rebuild the cartilage in between the nostrils so that the tip of Brad's nose would not dip onto his upper lip.
Post surgery was pretty tough on Brad the first day after the pain meds wore off. My dad and Jackie kept Connor for us at their house so that I would only have to take care of two boys, instead of three at one time. I was worried about Tucker seeing Brad with his nose bloody and bruised, but Tucker was not phased. He and Jake both saw Brad that first day and neither of them were scared by his appearance, in fact, they thought that he looked pretty cool. Of course they would. Anyway, once the Hydro Codene wore off, he was in pain. I believe the nose hurt him worse than the throat at first, then vice versa. The coolest, and most gruesome act of the entire saga occurred when I took Brad to have the stints taken out of his nose the following Friday after his surgery. When the doctor told us he was inserting stints into the nostrils to hold up the new cartilage, both Brad and I pictured those little pieces of cardboard that you hold in your mouth while you get an x-ray at the dentist. So, to watch the doctor pull a 4 inch long, two inch wide piece of thin plastic out of my husbands nostrils, on both sides, was surprising to say the least. One might think that a non medical person as myself might be grossed out by this. Quite the contrary, all I could say was, "Cool! Did you see what he just pulled out of your nose?" Yes, I am not a very empathetic wife. I was not thinking of the fact that Brad was only slightly numbed when these apparatus were pulled from his skull. He nodded yes, and then the other 'stint' was pulled out. He looked at them for second before we walked out of the room and almost threw up on the spot. I still thought they were pretty awesome. The doctor said that people have no idea how large the nostril cavity actually is, and he is right.
On to Christmas. Very busy, very hectic, but enjoyable. Thanks to some awesome friends and new customers to my business, I was able to paint enough lap trays and picture frames to pay for both Tucker and Connor's Christmas gifts! It took me about three weeks to get them all done, but I was happy with the results and I certainly hope my customers were as well. The Lord was there for us again, because had it not been for those orders, I don't know what we were going to do. It is so true that He will always provide, no matter what. Not that my kids needed toys for Christmas, but He still found a way to make sure that we had groceries in our pantry and food on our table instead of us spending it on the toys. God is good. So good.
Brad's parents actually spent the night with us on Christmas Eve, and Tucker loved having them and Uncle Bryan here to see all of his and Connor's gifts. Connor got a really cute toddler bus that he can sit in and ride through the house or in the yard. It is adorable to see him riding in it, and he is becoming a better driver every day. I am just glad that I know how to fix the new notches in the walls that he is making. Tucker got every Star Wars toy known to man between Santa, and his Grandparents. I swear, that child is going to be speaking backward like Yoda soon. Brad received enough gift cards to Dick's Sporting goods to buy me two new Life Is Good T-shirts to go with my new running shoes that my mom gave me. He is planning on purchasing a mountain bike with the rest. lucky dog. I also got two gift cards to book stores, one of which I have already depleted, but am looking forward to reading all of my new books!!!! I am currently reading The Black Tower, and it is very good so far. There is a lot of French terminology in the text but I am slowly getting through it. :) Should have listened more to that French teacher I had in high school. Hindsight, you know what they say. Great, now I sound like Yoda. I had better stop writing for now. The bed is calling, as well as my book and I need to finish a chapter.
Post surgery was pretty tough on Brad the first day after the pain meds wore off. My dad and Jackie kept Connor for us at their house so that I would only have to take care of two boys, instead of three at one time. I was worried about Tucker seeing Brad with his nose bloody and bruised, but Tucker was not phased. He and Jake both saw Brad that first day and neither of them were scared by his appearance, in fact, they thought that he looked pretty cool. Of course they would. Anyway, once the Hydro Codene wore off, he was in pain. I believe the nose hurt him worse than the throat at first, then vice versa. The coolest, and most gruesome act of the entire saga occurred when I took Brad to have the stints taken out of his nose the following Friday after his surgery. When the doctor told us he was inserting stints into the nostrils to hold up the new cartilage, both Brad and I pictured those little pieces of cardboard that you hold in your mouth while you get an x-ray at the dentist. So, to watch the doctor pull a 4 inch long, two inch wide piece of thin plastic out of my husbands nostrils, on both sides, was surprising to say the least. One might think that a non medical person as myself might be grossed out by this. Quite the contrary, all I could say was, "Cool! Did you see what he just pulled out of your nose?" Yes, I am not a very empathetic wife. I was not thinking of the fact that Brad was only slightly numbed when these apparatus were pulled from his skull. He nodded yes, and then the other 'stint' was pulled out. He looked at them for second before we walked out of the room and almost threw up on the spot. I still thought they were pretty awesome. The doctor said that people have no idea how large the nostril cavity actually is, and he is right.
On to Christmas. Very busy, very hectic, but enjoyable. Thanks to some awesome friends and new customers to my business, I was able to paint enough lap trays and picture frames to pay for both Tucker and Connor's Christmas gifts! It took me about three weeks to get them all done, but I was happy with the results and I certainly hope my customers were as well. The Lord was there for us again, because had it not been for those orders, I don't know what we were going to do. It is so true that He will always provide, no matter what. Not that my kids needed toys for Christmas, but He still found a way to make sure that we had groceries in our pantry and food on our table instead of us spending it on the toys. God is good. So good.
Brad's parents actually spent the night with us on Christmas Eve, and Tucker loved having them and Uncle Bryan here to see all of his and Connor's gifts. Connor got a really cute toddler bus that he can sit in and ride through the house or in the yard. It is adorable to see him riding in it, and he is becoming a better driver every day. I am just glad that I know how to fix the new notches in the walls that he is making. Tucker got every Star Wars toy known to man between Santa, and his Grandparents. I swear, that child is going to be speaking backward like Yoda soon. Brad received enough gift cards to Dick's Sporting goods to buy me two new Life Is Good T-shirts to go with my new running shoes that my mom gave me. He is planning on purchasing a mountain bike with the rest. lucky dog. I also got two gift cards to book stores, one of which I have already depleted, but am looking forward to reading all of my new books!!!! I am currently reading The Black Tower, and it is very good so far. There is a lot of French terminology in the text but I am slowly getting through it. :) Should have listened more to that French teacher I had in high school. Hindsight, you know what they say. Great, now I sound like Yoda. I had better stop writing for now. The bed is calling, as well as my book and I need to finish a chapter.
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