To sum up our feelings about the true meaning of Christmas, I don't think anyone could say it better than Charles Schultz, with some help from God:
"'And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them, and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them: 'Fear not, for I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be for all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you: Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying, 'Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace, goodwill toward men'
That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.'"
We hope that you and yours will know the love of that baby wrapped in swaddling clothes who became a man and came to seek and save that which was lost. Merry Christmas.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Darwin Award
Although I'm not convinced that anyone actually reads this other than Big Brad and occasionally Burly (not even my own family), I feel the need to explain the prolonged blog-absence. You see, I feel that I am now a candidate for a Darwin award...you know, survival of the fittest in spite of our doing something completely stupid and suffering a completely avoidable injury or something like that.
What happened? Thanks for asking. My husband and I bought a safety gate to keep our fast mover my boy out of the kitchen while one of us is cooking/cleaning, etc. It came in some packing which was securely tied onto it with one of those thick plastic ties like you find on kids' toys to keep the toy in the box. Instead of going and getting scissors to cut the ties off (which would have involved walking into another room), I opted for the easy way out and grabbed the knife that was within arm's reach. I did not realize, however, that this particulary knife was quite dull. So here I am, sawing and sawing to get the plastic ties off, all the while having the knife blade pointed toward me. It slipped underneath the plastic tie and impaled itself about 2 inches into my left forearm. My first thought was how stupid the whole scenario was. Then, being a nurse, I thought, the knife wasn't clean, I'm going to get osteomyelitis, I'm going to be on IV antibiotics for 4 weeks, etc. Meanwhile, blood is spurting, not trickling out of my arm, as I have sliced through a huge vein. So I'm running around the house trying to find something to stop the bleeding with, tracking blood as I go, panicking because I'm alone with my boy, and do I call 911 or do I call Hubs to take me to the ER or do I drive myself, or do I just put pressure on it and go on about my day, and am I going to pass out? I called my grandma who's a retired nurse and was able to talk some sense into me. I put a clean pair of socks over the cut to absorb the blood and called Hubs, who had not yet arrived at work. Bled through that pair and another pair in the time it took him to get back home. Also, my boy has by this time discovered the blood in the kitchen floor and decided, hey, this makes great fingerpaint. So I'm holding pressure on the cut and trying to get him out of the kitchen pushing him with my feet as though dribbling a soccer ball. Hubs got home, we went to the ER and I had to get stitches. Mind you, the cut itself was not that wide, I only needed 3 stitches, but it was deep. Because I managed to slice through several muscles as well, I had no strength whatsoever in my left hand for almost a week. And was unable to type. Which would explain the blog-fast. Fortunately, things are on the mend. I still have a huge bruise on my arm and it's occasionally sore, but I can do most of what I need to do. My wonderful husband was able to pick up the slack and cook, clean, change diapers, etc. until I was back to baseline. And my boy, well, he got to show off in the ER. Everyone thought he was adorable.
I hope everyone else's week has gone better!
What happened? Thanks for asking. My husband and I bought a safety gate to keep our fast mover my boy out of the kitchen while one of us is cooking/cleaning, etc. It came in some packing which was securely tied onto it with one of those thick plastic ties like you find on kids' toys to keep the toy in the box. Instead of going and getting scissors to cut the ties off (which would have involved walking into another room), I opted for the easy way out and grabbed the knife that was within arm's reach. I did not realize, however, that this particulary knife was quite dull. So here I am, sawing and sawing to get the plastic ties off, all the while having the knife blade pointed toward me. It slipped underneath the plastic tie and impaled itself about 2 inches into my left forearm. My first thought was how stupid the whole scenario was. Then, being a nurse, I thought, the knife wasn't clean, I'm going to get osteomyelitis, I'm going to be on IV antibiotics for 4 weeks, etc. Meanwhile, blood is spurting, not trickling out of my arm, as I have sliced through a huge vein. So I'm running around the house trying to find something to stop the bleeding with, tracking blood as I go, panicking because I'm alone with my boy, and do I call 911 or do I call Hubs to take me to the ER or do I drive myself, or do I just put pressure on it and go on about my day, and am I going to pass out? I called my grandma who's a retired nurse and was able to talk some sense into me. I put a clean pair of socks over the cut to absorb the blood and called Hubs, who had not yet arrived at work. Bled through that pair and another pair in the time it took him to get back home. Also, my boy has by this time discovered the blood in the kitchen floor and decided, hey, this makes great fingerpaint. So I'm holding pressure on the cut and trying to get him out of the kitchen pushing him with my feet as though dribbling a soccer ball. Hubs got home, we went to the ER and I had to get stitches. Mind you, the cut itself was not that wide, I only needed 3 stitches, but it was deep. Because I managed to slice through several muscles as well, I had no strength whatsoever in my left hand for almost a week. And was unable to type. Which would explain the blog-fast. Fortunately, things are on the mend. I still have a huge bruise on my arm and it's occasionally sore, but I can do most of what I need to do. My wonderful husband was able to pick up the slack and cook, clean, change diapers, etc. until I was back to baseline. And my boy, well, he got to show off in the ER. Everyone thought he was adorable.
I hope everyone else's week has gone better!
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Leno and more
Monday night I couldn't sleep so I got up and watched some Leno. Monday is headline day, you know, when Jay reads funny or stupid things in the written media that viewers send in. Well, there were a few that were G-rated and funny enough to share. Here goes:
1) On a restaurant menu: "BLT sandwich $1.99. Lettuce and tomato .10 extra." Doesn't that kind of miss the point??
2)"Antique Manure Spreader Makes Great Christmas Gift" Hurry everybody, make sure Santa knows it's on your list....
3) "China Working Hard to Stop Spread of Bird Flu" right next to a picture of a small child playing with a basket full of chickens in the open market. Hmmm.
4) A misspelled word in a religious column led to the title "A Personal Massage from Jesus" Jesus does a lot of things for a lot of folks, but massage, I'm not so sure about.
5) In the classifieds: "Identity Theft: Part-time, home based work. Great earning potential. Call now!" Um yeah, if you want to spend some time in the big house!
Hope that brightens your day. My boy is trying his best to walk. He'll stand still for a few seconds and clap his hands like "Hooray for me!" and then sit down. Other than that, he's a mess. He loves my pots and pans. He bangs on them with wooden spoons and sings to me all day long. It's fun.
1) On a restaurant menu: "BLT sandwich $1.99. Lettuce and tomato .10 extra." Doesn't that kind of miss the point??
2)"Antique Manure Spreader Makes Great Christmas Gift" Hurry everybody, make sure Santa knows it's on your list....
3) "China Working Hard to Stop Spread of Bird Flu" right next to a picture of a small child playing with a basket full of chickens in the open market. Hmmm.
4) A misspelled word in a religious column led to the title "A Personal Massage from Jesus" Jesus does a lot of things for a lot of folks, but massage, I'm not so sure about.
5) In the classifieds: "Identity Theft: Part-time, home based work. Great earning potential. Call now!" Um yeah, if you want to spend some time in the big house!
Hope that brightens your day. My boy is trying his best to walk. He'll stand still for a few seconds and clap his hands like "Hooray for me!" and then sit down. Other than that, he's a mess. He loves my pots and pans. He bangs on them with wooden spoons and sings to me all day long. It's fun.
Friday, December 02, 2005
I just have to give my 2 cents' worth about Tom Cruise. Who in the world does he think he is??? He who knows absolutely zero about postpartum depression goes on national TV blasting Brooke Shields for using antidepressants. So then he gets his young fiancee pregnant. (from the looks of her belly, that may have happened first, who knows.) Having had postpartum depression, I would wish it on no one, but if anyone deserves to know what it's like, Tom Cruise is the one. Now he has bought an ultrasound machine to do ultrasounds of their child?! That's not a toy! Turn up the frequency too high and you do damage to the baby. Sounds like he has just enough knowledge to be dangerous, and not enough to know what he's doing! And why can't they be like the rest of us mere mortals who get one, maybe two ultrasounds?! They get to have one whenever they feel like it? So I think it's safe to say that you can cross Tom Cruise off my "Respected Celebrities" list. Opinions?
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