SO I AM LAYING IN BED AT, OHHH SAY 2:30 IN THE MORNING SATURDAY... WATCHING HGTV, WAITING FOR TOMMY TO COME HOME...WHICH HE DID NOT UNTIL AFTER 6 BUT ANYWAYS...... I SEE EXACTLY WHAT I NEED TO DO TO COMPLETE THE LOOK OF OUR LOFT. ORANGE SILK DRAPES AGAINST MY BLUE WALL! I LOVE IT! ONTO THE NEXXXTTT........ THING I NEED TO COMPLETE NOW! 
HAVE I EVER MENTIONED HOW MUCH JAX LOVES PUDGIE? THEY CHASED EACH OTHER ALL OVER OUR HOUSE TONIGHT...WITH THE NERF GUNS LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY AS THEY SHOT EACH OTHER! (WELL, PUDGIE ISN'T SUCH A GREAT SHOT WITH THE LITTLE BULLETS BUT HE HAS A PRETTY GOOD AIM WHEN HE THROWS THE GUN AT JAX!)
THIS POST IS FOR ME. IT IS GRAPHIC, IT IS NOT POLITICALLY CORRECT, SOME REFERENCES MAY OFFEND PEOPLE AND REALLY ... DOES THAT MATTER? THIS POST IS ALL ABOUT THE ANNIVERSARY OF MY MOTORCYCLE WRECK... AND FOR ME... THIS IS THERAPY. IF YOU CHOOSE NOT TO READ IT THAT IS OK. THE PICTURES ARE NOT PRETTY. MY WRECK WAS FAR FROM THAT. THE RESULTS EVEN FARTHER. FROM WHERE I WAS 6 YEARS AGO TODAY, TO WHERE I AM NOW... I AM PRETTY DAMN PROUD OF MYSELF AND OF WHAT I HAVE ACCOMPLISHED. NOT MANY CAN SAY THEY COULD HAVE MADE IT THROUGH THE HELL I HAVE BEEN THROUGH AND MOST HAVE READILY ADMITTED THEY WOULD NEVER HAVE SURVIVED (TOMMY INCLUDED.) MANY A HUSBANDS WOULD HAVE LEFT THEIR WIVES ... MINE STAYED AND DID THINGS FOR ME THAT I COULD NOT. HE FOUGHT THROUGH TEARS TO HELP ME GET PAST PAIN THAT WOULD CAUSE ME TO BEG JUST TO DIE.. HE PUSHED ME TO LEARN HOW TO GO UP STAIRS SO THAT I COULD GO HOME TO OUR HOUSE AND RECOVER WHERE I WAS IN FAMILIAR TERRITORY AND HE SAT WITH ME WHEN I WOULD BURST INTO TEARS BECAUSE I COULD NOT EVEN PUT MY OWN SOCKS ON. THERE IS SOMETHING TO BE SAID FOR BEING PHYSICALLY STRONG, EMOTIONALLY STRONGER AND DOWN~RIGHT STUBBORN WHEN IT COMES TO SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST!
I CAN ONLY SAY THAT HAVING A HUSBAND THAT WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR ME, THE LOVE I HAD FOR JAX AND BRINKLEY AT THE TIME, AND HAVING MY ENTIRE FAMILY HELP TO SUPPORT ME AND THE BABIES ARE WHAT GOT ME TO WHERE I AM... THAT AND AS I WOULD TELL EVERYONE IN THE HOSPITAL.... "I AM JUST TO MEAN TO DIE!"
THERE WILL ALWAYS BE A BEFORE... AN AFTER.... AND 31 LONG DAYS IN BETWEEN. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME. SIX YEARS AGO TODAY I DIED.....AND THEN I WAS SAVED BY SOMEONE I CAN ONLY COMPARE TO GOD...... NOT ONCE, NOT TWICE, BUT THREE TIMES I WAS SAVED. I GUESS SOMEONE HAD BIGGER AND BETTER PLANS FOR ME! IT WAS FATE THAT, INSTEAD OF A MEDIVAC, THEY CHOSE TO SCOOP AND RUN WITH ME TO SCOTTSDALE OSBORN'S TRAUMA CENTER. IT WAS FATE THAT MY DOCTOR JUST HAPPENED TO BE THE ON-CALL TRAUMA SURGEON FOR THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES WHEN HE IS IN TOWN. IT WAS FATE THAT HE HAD SEEN MY EXACT INJURIES TWO TIMES BEFORE (I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO SURVIVED THEM.) IT WAS FATE THAT HE HAD USED "OLD SCHOOL" TECHNIQUES RATHER THAN NEW FANGLED TECHNOLOGY TO SAVE ME. IT WAS FATE THAT MY HUSBAND WAS STANDING IN THE TRAUMA ROOM, WATCHING EVERY MOVE THAT WAS BEING MADE TO HELP ME... AND IT WAS SIMPLY DIVINE INTERVENTION THAT I EVEN SURVIVED.
I REMEMBER THE DREAM LIKE SEQUENCE OF IT ALL. MY LAST RADIO TRANSMISSION. "TOM 27, 10-4. 902 THE CHURCH." I RODE FOR AWHILE WITH A FEW OTHER MOTORS. I MADE MY TURN AND THEN IT HAPPENED. THERE WAS NO PANIC. MAYBE A LITTLE WHEN THE BEE FLEW INTO MY GLASSES. I CAN STILL HEAR MY PADS SCRAPING THE METAL AGAINST THE CURB. NOT A BIG DEAL. WE WOULD SCRAPE PADS ALL THE TIME. I CAN FEEL THE WIND BEING KNOCKED OUT OF ME AS I HIT THE BOULDER. I WAS SO VAIN ALL I COULD DO WAS ROLL OVER TO CHECK TO MAKE SURE MY TEETH WERE STILL INTACT. I HEARD CHRIS TELL ME TO LAY STILL AND THEN I FELT HIM LAY DOWN IN THE ROAD AGAINST ME TO MAKE SURE I WOULDN'T MOVE. I WAS TOLD I STARTED TURNING A HIDEOUS COLOR OF BLUEISH PURPLE AT THIS POINT. TOMMY STOOD AND WATCHED. I WAS DYING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM.
I HEARD HIM AS THE PARAMEDIC WAS TRYING TO START A LINE IN MY ARM. "OUR BABIES NEED YOU DEANNA!" "YOU HAVE TO BE OK." I WAS PISSED. I FOUGHT IN THE AMBULANCE SO I WOULD NOT GET THAT NEEDLE STUCK IN MY ARM. THIS WAS THE LEAST OF ANYONE'S WORRIES. I HAD JUST GONE DOWN ON MY MOTOR AND I WAS DYING AND THERE WAS NOTHING ANYONE COULD DO ABOUT IT.
I REMEMBER HEARING THE NURSE SAY, "SHE IS A MOTORCYCLE COP?" " ARE YOU SURE?" I COULD FEEL THAT I WAS NOT BREATHING ON MY OWN AND THEN I HEARD A SICKENING SOUND. I HEARD A DRILL. THE WHIZZ OF IT FREAKED ME OUT IN ADDITION TO THE FACT THAT I WAS NOT BREATHING ON MY OWN AND I THOUGHT I WAS NOT GETTING ENOUGH OXYGEN. THEN I FELT PRESSURE ON MY RIGHT KNEE. NO PAIN.. ONLY PRESSURE. WHAT THE??? THEY ARE DRILLING MY KNEE. I FORCED MYSELF TO MOVE MY FINGERS ON MY RIGHT HAND AND THEN I HEARD THE PANIC IN SOMEONES VOICE... "HER HAND IS MOVING." TOO MUCH HUSTLE AND BUSTLE. I CAN FEEL THE PANIC IN THE ROOM. I OPENED MY EYES. THE LIGHTS WERE PAINFULLY BRIGHT. THEN IT ALL HIT AT ONCE. A NURSE YELLED, "OH MY GOD, SHE IS AWAKE!" "GO GET HIM." HIM??? I WONDERED WHO HE WAS. THEN I HEARD THE CALMEST VOICE EVER. "HI DEANNA" I WAS PISSED. MY HANDS WERE STRAPPED DOWN AND I CAN NOT BREATHE ON MY OWN AND THERE IS TOO MUCH GOING ON. WHO DOES THIS MAN THINK HE IS? THEN, IT BECAME A MADE FOR TELEVISION SHOW........"DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE?" "BLINK ONCE FOR YES AND TWICE FOR NO." ONE BLINK. "DEANNA, CAN YOU MOVE YOUR OTHER HAND?" ONE BLINK AS I WIGGLE MY LEFT FINGERS. "CAN YOU FEEL YOUR FEET DEANNA?" LOTS OF BLINKING. I DON'T KNOW. I STRUGGLED.. THEY ARE STRAPPED I THINK. I THINK I WIGGLED MY LEFT TOES. "DEANNA, I AM DR. WACHTEL" AND THE PANIC IS NOW GONE BECAUSE THEY PUT ME BACK UNDER. (I HAD JUST BECOME A STATISTIC. I WOKE UP DURING EMERGENCY SURGERY!)
I HEARD MY DAD AND TOMMY. I CAN FEEL TOMMY'S HAND ON MY RIGHT HAND. CRAP, I AM NOT BREATHING ON MY OWN STILL AND AGAIN, I AM STRAPPED DOWN. TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE I OPEN MY EYES AND THERE IS A PRIEST AND MY FATHER ON THE LEFT SIDE OF ME AND TOMMY ON THE RIGHT TELLING THEM I AM NOT GOING TO BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS. HE WAS RIGHT. I WAS DOWN RIGHT LIVID. I THOUGHT THAT MY DAD WAS GIVING UP ON ME AND LETTING ME DIE. I THOUGHT THEY WERE GIVING ME LAST RITES. I THOUGHT THAT THEY FIGURED I WAS NOT TOUGH. I STARTED PULLING VIOLENTLY AT THE WRIST RESTRAINTS AND SHAKING MY HEAD BACK AND FORTH IN THE "NO" MOTION. (THIS IS NOT HIGHLY RECOMMENDED WHEN YOU ARE INTUBATED) I DIDN'T WANT THEM TO DO THAT. TOMMY KNEW ME BETTER THAN EVER. IN REALITY, THEY WERE PRAYING FOR ME, NOT GIVING UP ON ME. I FELL BACK TO SLEEP.
I HEARD KELLY TALKING TO ME. STILL NOT BREATHING ON MY OWN. STILL RESTRAINED. MAD MAD MAD. I STARTED SHAKING MY HEAD AND FLOPPING MY RIGHT HAND. KELLY GOT WORRIED AND THOUGHT SOMETHING WAS WRONG. THE I.C.U. NURSE HAD SEEN IT BEFORE. SHE KNEW. I WANTED TO WRITE. I WROTE QUICKLY BECAUSE I DID NOT KNOW IF I COULD STAY AWAKE. I TOLD HER OF THE BEE IN MY HELMET, I KEPT SAYING I WAS SORRY AND THAT THERE WOULD BE NO MORE MOTORCYCLES AND I FINALLY ASKED HER, "AM I GOING TO DIE?" I HAD NO IDEA WHAT EXACTLY WAS WRONG WITH ME. SHE CRIED AND CRIED.
THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS WERE SEMI-CONSCIOUS DAYS. PEOPLE CAME AND WENT AND I DON'T THINK THE REALITY OF MY INJURIES HIT UNTIL THE DOCTORS STARTED EXPLAING THAT I MIGHT NEVER WALK AGAIN. FOR ME, IT WAS NOT AN OPTION. I COULD FEEL THE PAIN, THEREFORE, IN MY OWN MIND, I WOULD WALK. IT WAS A GOOD SIGN THAT I WOULD PASS OUT FROM THE EXCRUCIATING PAIN. (SICK WAY OF DEALING WITH IT, BUT IT WORKED FOR ME AND THE LOGIC WAS GOOD IN MY MIND.) REALITY SET IN THE DAY THAT THEY RUSHED ME INTO SURGERY TO REPAIR A TEAR IN MY INTESTINES. THE PAIN WAS BEYOND INTENSE. I THOUGHT I MIGHT ACTUALLY DIE.
THINGS PROGRESSIVELY GOT WORSE FOR ME. MY PELVIC REPAIR SURGERY WAS NOT FOR A FEW MORE NIGHTS AND THE PAIN OF HAVING YOUR SPINE AND PELVIS LITERALLY RIPPED APART IS A BIT PAINFUL... TO UNDERSTATE THE OBVIOUS. TWO NIGHTS BEFORE SURGERY I WAS HAVING A ROUGH NIGHT. THIS WAS THE NIGHT THAT I STARTED HALUCINATING THAT I WAS ON A RIDE WITH WILLY WONKA, I COULD LICK THE WALLPAPER AND TOMMY WAS SLEEPING NEXT TO ME IN A BOAT SURROUNDED BY WATER. THE REALITY OF THAT DREAM WAS.. THEY HAD TO PACK MY BODY IN ICE BECAUSE I WAS SCREAMING FROM PAIN, I HAD A 103 DEGREE FEVER FROM AN EAR INFECTION, THEY GAVE ME DRUGS TO CALM ME WHICH CAUSED THE IMAGINATION TO VIVIDLY TAKE ME ON MY TRIPS, THE PLASTIC BAGS THAT THE ICE HAD BEEN PLACED IN HAD STARTED LEAKING CAUSING WATER TO POOL AROUND THE CHAIR TOMMY WAS SLEEPING IN AND I PULLED OUT MY NG TUBE THAT WAS DOWN MY NOSE AND INTO MY STOMACH FROM MY FIRST EMERGENCY SURGERY TO REPAIR A TEAR IN MY INTESTINES. SUCH FUN WE ARE NOW HAVING.
I CAN STILL SEE THE LIGHTS OF THE CORRIDORS FLIP FLIP FLIPPING PAST AS I AM BEING WHEELED TO THE SURGERY WAITING AREA. THERE ARE COPS ALONG THE WAY. THE DOCTOR IS TALKING TO TOMMY MOSTLY. I AM JUST THERE FOR THE RIDE. EVERYTHING IS EXPLAINED AND I AM GETTING READY TO GO BACK INTO THE STERILE ROOM. TOMMY KISSED ME AND MY MOM HUGGED ME AND I CRIED. I TOLD THEM HOW SORRY I WAS AND THAT I CAN'T LET OUR BABIES BE HOMELESS. WHO THINKS LIKE THIS? MY MIND WAS EVERYWHERE. MY BABIES WERE A LITTLE OVER TWO YEARS AND ONLY 6 MONTHS AND I WAS DEATHLY AFRAID I WOULD DIE AND THEY WOULD LIVE IN A BOX ON THE STREET. I SEROUSLY TOLD MY MOM THAT. SHE REASSURED ME THAT I WOULD BE FINE AND JAX AND BRINKLEY WOULD NEVER LIVE IN A BOX. OK.....I GUESS SHE WAS RIGHT.
WHEN I WOKE UP, REALLY WOKE UP, THE DOCTOR EXPLAINED THE ENTIRE SURGERY TO ME AND TOLD ME THAT HE WAS VERY GLAD THAT WE HAD ALREADY HAD OUR BABIES. "UMMM OKAY, SO I NOW HAVE PLATES AND SCREWS HOLDING MY BODY TOGETHER, LITERALLY, SO THAT I CAN, ONE DAY BE UPRIGHT, AND WHAT???? WHAT ELSE DID YOU TAKE OUT WHILE YOU WERE PUTTING ME BACK TOGETHER? MY ORTHO SURGEON EXPLAINED THAT ALL MY PARTS WERE STILL INTACT BUT BECAUSE I HAD TORN MY SI JOINT, AKA: "THE MOMMY JOINT" I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO CARRY ANOTHER BABY, I WOULD MOST LIKELY NEVER GET PREGNANT AGAIN ANYWAYS, BUT IN THE EVENT THAT I DID, I WOULD NEVER TAKE THE BABY TO TERM BECAUSE MY BODY COULD NOT HANDLE A PREGNANCY. WHAT??? THE SI JOINT IS THE PART OF A WOMAN'S PELVIS THAT OPENS UP TO DELIVER A BABY AND THAT EXPANDS TO CARRY A BABY. GREAT... MINE DOES NOT MOVE ANYMORE. OK. I CAN DEAL WITH THIS. WE ARE GOOD. I THINK. THEY ARE STILL NOT SURE IF I WILL WALK AGAIN... YEAH RIGHT. THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHO THEY ARE DEALING WITH.
THE DAYS SLOWLY PASSED. I TRIED TO DIE AGAIN. TOMMY WATCHED IT ALL HAPPEN AGAIN. I PASSED A BLOOD CLOT THROUGH MY LUNGS. NOT THE MOST COMFORTABLE FEELING IN THE WORLD. RATHER SICKENING WHEN YOU HEAR A CODE BLUE GO OUT OVER THE HOSPITAL INTERCOM AND KNOW IT IS FOR YOU.
I SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN THE HOSPITAL AT LEAST 4 TO 6 MONTHS TO LEARN TO WALK AGAIN. THAT WAS NOT HAPPENING.
AFTER 3 LIFE SAVING SURGERIES, 16 PINTS OF BLOOD, STAPLES, STITCHES, A DIET THAT CONSISTED OF LIPIDS (THINK A GREY LIQUID OF GOUP THROUGH AN I.V) ANYTHING THAT I COULD HAVE A PERSONAL CHEF MAKE AND THEN KEEP DOWN, THERAPY THAT WAS BEYOND ANYTHING WE HAVE EVER SEEN (THINK HANNIBAL LECTOR IN HIS LITTLE CHAIR BEING STRAPPED IN WHEN HE STANDS UP)... YOU NAME IT AND I DID IT AND I CAME HOME. THERE IS A LOT TO BE SAID FOR BEING A STRONG WOMAN IN A MAN'S WORLD. I CAME HOME TO A HOUSE FILLED WITH HOPE AND A FAMILY READY TO DO WHATEVER IT TOOK TO KEEP MOMMY AROUND.
LIFE CHANGED DRASTICALLY FOR OUR WHOLE FAMILY. I HAD TO GIVE UP ONE OF THE GREATEST LOVES IN MY LIFE WHEN I RETIRED FROM THE POLICE DEPARTMENT. IT STILL BREAKS MY HEART EVERY DAY TO THINK ABOUT IT. I MISS IT TERRIBLY AND SOME DAYS I JUST WONDER WHAT IF????
THEN, I LOOK AT TODAY. PUDGIE WOULD NOT BE HERE HAD THE WRECK NOT HAPPENED. I WAS FULL FORCE BACK INTO MY CAREER WHEN GOD PUT THE BRAKES ON OUR FAMILY. TOMMY AND I WERE SERIOUSLY LIVING LIFE AT FULL SPEED. AS FAR AS I WAS CONCERNED... I WAS DONE WITH BABIES... DIDN'T CARE WHAT HE THOUGHT. WE WERE WORKING A LOT... LIKE 70 HOUR WORK WEEKS EACH AND JUST FLYING THROUGH LIFE. IT WAS TIME TO SLOW DOWN. IT WAS NOT THE WAY I WOULD HAVE CHOSEN.....
TOMMY AND I HAVE SURVIVED WELL. I WISH I COULD SAY THAT THERE HAVE BEEN DAYS WITHOUT PAIN. THERE ARE NOT. THERE NEVER WILL BE. I CAN'T SAY THAT THERE AREN'T DAYS THAT I JUST WISH FOR ONE MORE DAY ON THAT MOTOR. ONE MORE DAY AS A COP. ONE MORE DAY TO MAKE THAT TRAFFIC STOP OR TO BE ONE OF THE "GUYS" ON THE ROAD! I DO MISS IT. BUT DANG, MY KIDS ARE LUCKY TO HAVE A MOMMY THAT: WAKES THEM UP EVERYDAY FOR SCHOOL, MAKES THEM BREAKFAST, WALKS THEM TO SCHOOL, PICKS THEM UP FROM SCHOOL AND HAS SNACKS WAITING FOR THEM, SITS DOWN AND HELPS WITH HOMEWORK, SCHOOL PROJECTS, PLAYDATES AND JUST ANYTHING KIDS NEED. THEY WOULD BEG TO DIFFER ON THE PART ABOUT MOMMY BEING AROUND SO MUCH TO SPANK AND YELL TOO... HEY THERE HAS TO BE A LITTLE GIVE AND TAKE RIGHT? IT WOULD NOT BE LIKE THAT IF I WAS STILL ON THE ROAD WITH TOMMY. I KNOW THAT.
I AM LUCKY. I AM ALIVE AND I HAVE A HEALTHY FAMILY. THREE KIDS THAT ARE WONDERFUL, DIFFICULT, BEAUTIFUL, MOUTHY, SILLY, LOVING, GROSS SOMETIMES, GOOFY, CUTE, MEAN, CRAZY ... JUST WONDERFUL KIDS....AND ONE IS A TRUE MIRACLE. I HAVE A HUSBAND THAT IS GREAT. HE DRIVES ME NUTS SOMETIMES, AS ALL HUSBANDS DO. BUT HE IS MINE AND I PLAN ON KEEPING HIM! WHEN I SAY THAT I AM LUCKY.. MOST OF YOU HAVE NO IDEA JUST HOW TRUE IT IS. MY LAST RIDE AS TOM 27 WAS TO ESCORT SGT. TOM HONTZ AND HIS FAMILY THROUGH A FUNERAL PROCESSION. TOM WAS THE FIRST AND ONLY SCOTTSDALE POLICE OFFICER TO BE KILLED IN THE LINE OF DUTY. I CAME HOME 31 DAYS AFTER TOM'S FUNERAL. I CAME HOME WITH BROKEN BONES, BRUISES, SCARS, PINS AND PLATES HOLDING MY BODY TOGETHER, UNABLE TO WALK ON MY OWN IN EXCRUCIATING PAIN, WHICH WILL MOST LIKELY LAST THE REST OF MY LIFE. I CAME HOME TO TWO BABIES THAT COULD NOT UNDERSTAND WHY MOMMY WENT TO WORK ONE DAY BUT DIDN'T COME BACK FOR A LONG TIME AND WHEN SHE DID, SHE DIDN'T LAY ON THE FLOOR AND PLAY OR RUN WITH THEM FOR A VERY LONG TIME. FOR ALL THE BAD THAT HAPPENED TO ME 6 YEARS AGO... I CAN SAY I AM LUCKY. I CAME HOME. ONE DID NOT.
OH, MY POOR POOR PUDGIE. TOMMY AND I ARE NOT TIME OUT PARENTS. WE ABSOLUTELY DO NOT BELIEVE IN THIS. I THINK IT REVERTS BACK TO THE NORTH SCOTTSDALE PATROL DAYS AND THE WONDERFUL TIME OUT BABIES WE ENCOUNTERED DRIVING THEIR $75,000 MERCEDES TO AND FROM HIGH SCHOOL AT MACH 3 SPEEDS. I DON'T KNOW...WHATEVER THE REASON, WE JUST DON'T BELIEVE IN IT......
UNFORTUNATELY, TODAY AT THE GYM, POOR PUDGIE GOT PUT IN TIME OUT. I AM SURE HE WAS TOTALLY CONFUSED AT ALL THE FUSS AND WONDERED WHY ON EARTH HE WAS HAVING TO SIT IN SOMETHING CALLED "TIME OUT."
NEEDLESS TO SAY, PRIOR TO THE ENTIRE EXPLANATION, WHEN LITTLE ASHLEY TOLD ME PUDGIE WAS PUT IN TIME OUT TODAY..... I WAS MORTIFIED. I IMMEDIATELY ASKED HER IF HE HIT SOMEONE, HURT SOMEONE, THREW A TOY AT SOMEONE, PUSHED, PULLED OR WAS JUST DOWN RIGHT MEAN. (WE ARE WORKING ON BEING NICE AND SOFT.) ASHLEY LAUGHED. THEN ASHLEY TOLD ME.....
PUDGIE WOULDN'T STOP SITTING ON THE BABY! WHAT???? HE WAS SITTING ON THE BABY?? GREAT, NOW PUDGIE THINKS HE IS A BABY~SITTER. I THOUGHT SHE WAS KIDDING. THEN IT HIT ME.
PUDGIE LAYS ON THE CAT TO SHOW HIM LOVE,
HE LAYS ON THE DOG TO SHOW HIM LOVE, AND
HE LAYS ON THE KIDS TOO AT HOME...TO SHOW THEM LOVE.
WHEN ASHLEY POINTED OUT WHICH LITTLE GIRL PUDGIE WAS SITTING ON.... I REALIZED...
SHE IS PUDGIES FAVORITE LITTLE GIRL AT THE GYM AND HE WAS TRYING TO LOVE ON HER TOO. NOW I GUESS WE NEED TO WORK ON NOT BABY~SITTING, OR IN PUDGIE'S CASE, NOT BABY~CRUSHING!
SO THE SAGA OF THE CAMERA HAS ENDED! ON WEDNESDAY WE ATTEMPTED TO TAKE BACK MY BROKEN CAMERA TO COSTCO. ALAS, THE COMPUTER SYSTEM WAS DOWN AND THEY COULD NOT ACCESS ANYTHING EARLIER THAN 2006. I HAD FINALLY REALIZED WE BOUGHT THE CAMERA FOR PUDGIE'S BIRTH IN 2005. WOW HOW TIME GOES BY... ANYWAY, AFTER I HAD PICKED UP THE KIDS FROM SCHOOL TOMMY ASKS ME IF I AM GOING TO TAKE THE CAMERA BACK ..... AGAIN....... WHAT?????? NO! I JUST FIGURED WE COULD DO IT TOMORROW.
HE IS HORRIBLE AT RETURNING THINGS AND STARTS TO ALMOST WHIMPER. I TOLD HIM THAT HE NEEDED TO CALL THE DESK AND SEE IF THEY COULD EVEN ACCESS OUR RECORDS AND THEN AND ONLY THEN WOULD I TAKE THE CAMERA BACK AGAIN! OH, AND IF I HAD TO GO BACK TO THE STORE TODAY, I WAS COMING HOME WITH THE TEETER~TOTTER WE HAD SEEN THERE EARLIER IN THE DAY. I WAS SERIOUS. I DID NOT WANT TO GO BACK.... I WAS ON A MISSION NOW. THERE WAS NO WAY HE WOULD AGREE TO THAT! HA!
I LOST. AND THE KIDS WON.... AND TOMMY WON.... WE GOT A NEW TEETER~TOTTER AND A NEW CAMERA... FOR $18.48.
WELL, THEN THERE IS THE WHOLE BOX THING AGAIN. PUDGIE LOVES THE PLANE. ABSOLUTELY LOVES IT..... BUT THE DARN BOX PULLS HIM BACK LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME. UNTIL BULK TRASH IN ANOTHER WEEK. I WILL LET HIM PLAY... OR UNTIL THEY LEAVE IT IN THE RAIN!
I AM PRETTY SURE THESE PICTURES SAY IT ALL~ PUDGIE SUPERVISED EVERYTHING FOR ME TODAY...
PUDGIE IS KILLING ME. IT IS OFFICIAL. I CAN NOT AFFORD THIS CHILD ANY LONGER. KILLING ME! IN THE PAST MONTH, SINCE I STARTED DOING HIS ROOM AND GOTTEN INTO THE BLOGGING THING A LITTLE MORE THIS IS WHAT THIS CHILD HAS DESTROYED OR EATEN OR BROKEN...
* 2 DVD PLAYERS
* 1 VCR
* CARPET (LUCKILY I CAN HIDE IT)
* 4 TUBES OF TOOTHPASTE
* 3 DVD'S
* 5 MUSIC CD'S
* 3 VCR VIDEOS
* 1 XBOX GAME.. HOPEFULLY JAX WILL NOT NOTICE IS GONE
* COUNTLESS DRY ERASE MARKERS
* NUMEROUS WALLS HAVE HAD TO BE REPAINTED
* THE BOTTLE OF LAUNDRY SOAP...SPILLED EVERYWHERE
* THE BOTTLE OF APPLE JUICE...SAME..EVERYWHERE
* 6 BOXES OF CRACKERS TRAMPLED INTO THE PANTRY FLOOR
* 2 BAGS OF CHEETOS FED TO TIGGER
* 1 JUG OF LEMONADE DUMPED... (THANKFULLY IN CRYSTAL FORM)
(I GOT SMART AND PUT A LOCK ON THE PANTRY NOW)
THIS LIST IS LITERALLY ENDLESS AT THIS POINT!!!
TODAY WAS THE KICKER......
I GO TO USE MY DIGITAL CAMERA THAT IT HAS TAKEN ME 3 YEARS TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO WORK SOMEWHAT EFFICIENTLY... AND BAM... THE KID HAS PUSHED THE LENS BACK INSIDE CAUSING THE ROLLING MECHANISM TO BREAK.... THE SAME THING HE DID WITH THE DVD PLAYER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGGGGGHHHHH!
KILLING ME I TELL YA...... HOPEFULLY COSTCO WILL LET ME EXCHANGE IT SINCE WE BOUGHT IT BEFORE THE NEW POLICY WENT INTO EFFECT!!
TOMMY IS A NAPPER. SINCE DAY ONE OF US BEING TOGETHER HE HAS LOVED TAKING NAPS. SOME OF HIS NAPS COULD BE CONSIDERED, "SLEEPING THE DAY AWAY AND THEN WHAT IS THE POINT," TYPE OF NAPS, BUT NONE THE LESS... HE IS THE NAPPER IN THIS FAMILY.
AT THE START OF THIS YEAR I DECIDED I WOULD TRY TO TAKE NAPS WITH HIM. I KNOW IT SOUNDS FREAKISH THAT I HAVE TO TRY TO NAP... WHO DOES THIS? WHO DOES NOT LIKE NAPS? I AM THE FREAK OF THE FAMILY I GUESS. I WANT TO NAP. I WANT TO LAY THERE IN THE STILL OF THE DAY AND RELAX AS THE WORLD GOES BY...... BECAUSE I DO NOT SLEEP AT NIGHT..... THE WHOLE HIP-HURTING, LEG-CRAMPING, SHOULDER GOING NUMB, FOOT-TWITCHING, GABAGE FROM MY ACCIDENT IS NEVER ENDING SO I HAVE LIVED ON 2-3 HOURS OF SLEEP A NIGHT FOR ALMOST SIX YEARS... THAT IS JUST HOW IT IS FOR ME.... UNTIL NOW. I WAS GONNA BECOME A NAPPER. I WAS GOING TO BE ABLE TO BRAG ABOUT NAPPING AND LOVING IT!
I WAS ALL SET. THIS WAS HOW IT WAS GONNA GO DOWN ~GET HOME FROM THE GYM EVERDAY, FEED THE BABY, CLEAN UP WHATEVER, GET THE BABY READY FOR HIS NAP, EAT A LITTLE SOMETHING, GET LAUNDRY GOING AND AHHHHH TAKE A LITTLE NAP. I FIGURED AN HOUR WOULD BE A DELICIOUS AMOUNT OF TIME TO JUST REJUVENATE FOR THE AFTERNOON WITH THE CRUMBSNATCHERS AFTER SCHOOL. OH I LOOKED FORWARD TO THIS NEW ME THAT WOULD EMERGE. I WAS GONNA BE A NAPPER AND I WAS GONNA LOVE IT!!! EVERYONE WAS GOING TO NOTICE WHAT AN AMAZING MOOD I WOULD BE IN FROM NAPPING! THIS WOULD BE GREAT!!!!
THIS IS HOW IT REALLY IS~ GET HOME FROM THE GYM. FEED THE BABY AND MYSELF AND TOMMY USUALLY, DO SOME HOUSE WORK, DO SO SOME MORE HOUSE WORK (NOT THAT ANYONE CAN ACTUALLY TELL,) GET PUDGIE READY TO GO DOWN FOR HIS NAP, PUT PUDGIE BACK IN HIS CRIB 10 TIMES SINCE HE NOW CLIMBS OUT, RETURN PHONE CALLS, DO THE MAIL, CLEAN UP LUNCH AND THEN.......AHHH NAP TIME... LAY DOWN, TOSS AND TURN FOR THE FIRST 10 MINUTES, FORCE MYSELF TO CLOSE MY EYES AND RELAX... THINK THINK THINK.. WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING? ..... WASHING THE KITCHEN FLOOR, CLEANING THE LAUNDRY ROOM, THE BATHROOM, THE KIDS' ROOM... ANYTHING... RELAX STOP THINKING, AHH OK RELAXING MAYBE TRYING TO FALL ASLEEP, OK TALK TO TOMMY.. WHO JUST STARTED SNORING... OK NOT SUCH A GOOD IDEA.. TOSS AND TURN, STEAL SOME COVERS... SIGH A LITTLE, LAY REALLY STILL (BECAUSE ANYONE WITH KIDS KNOWS THAT WHEN THEY DO THIS THEY MAY FALL ASLEEP?? YEAH RIGHT!) DEEP BREATHS... STARE AT THE CEILING... FINALLY TOMMY SITS UP AND SAYS...."YOU ARE NOT SO GOOD AT NAPPING!" UUUGGGGHHH, THIS I KNOW. I AM STILL TRYING THOUGH!
*NOT SO FUNNY SIDE NOTE~ TODAY I ACTUALLY FELL ASLEEP FOR LIKE 15 MINUTES. I WAS SERIOUSLY EXCITED THAT I HAD DONE THIS...UNTIL I GOT DOWNSTAIRS AND REALIZED...I LEFT THE RICE A RONI ON THE STOVE...STILL COOKING..THANKFULLY ON LOW....DID YOU KNOW THAT WHEN IT COOKS FOR ALMOST AN HOUR AND A HALF IT CARMELIZES? TOMMY WAS REAL PLEASED WITH ME!!! LUCKILY IT DID NOT CATCH ON FIRE!*
JUST TO NOTE THIS SUPER~FAST. PUDGIE HAD A WELL-VISIT/SHOTS CHECK UP AT THE DOCTOR TODAY. TOMMY DOES NOT DO WELL WITH THESE VISITS....SO HE RARELY GOES WITH ME. TODAY WAS ONE OF THOSE DAYS HE SHOULD HAVE STAYED HOME.
PUDGIE, AS EVERYONE CAN GUESS...IS BEYOND "OFF THE CHARTS" FOR EVERYTHING. HE IS A BIG BOY. HE HAS A BIG HEAD, BIG BONES, BIG BUTT, BIG LEGS, BIG FEET, BIG ARMS...... HE IS A VERY BIG HAPPY TWO YEAR OLD BOY!
THE BAD THING ABOUT THE VISIT WAS THAT THE DOCTOR TOLD TOMMY THAT PUDGIE SHOULD BE TALKING A LOT MORE THAN HE IS. WELL, DO THE MATH... HE IS BABY NUMBER THREE... BIG BROTHER NUMBER ONE WILL DO ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING FOR THIS CHILD THE SECOND HE GRUNTS IN JAX'S DIRECTION. BRINKLEY WILL DO ALMOST ANYTHING FOR HIM AS LONG AS IT DOES NOT INVOLVE HER PET SHOP TOYS.......AND AS FOR ME.... WELL... HE IS BABY NUMBER THREE AND I HAVE TWO THAT ALREADY TALK BACK SO WHY MAKE IT WORSE?
TOMMY WAS JUST MAD. HE WANTED TO SWITCH DOCTORS, GET HER FIRED, GET A SECOND OPINION, ASK HER WHO SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS AND FIND OUT IF THIS WOMAN HAD ANY CHILDREN THAT SHE WAS RAISING TO BE MAKING SUCH "HORRIBLE" ACCUSATIONS ABOUT OUR PRECIOUS PUDGIE. .... YOU KNOW... THE TYPICAL DADDY BEING PROTECTIVE OF HIS BABY BOY KINDA THING! IT WAS SUPER CUTE! IN THE END I WAS KINDA LAUGHING. IT GOES BACK TO THE SAME THOUGHT OF THE POTTY TRAINING THING....IT'S NOT LIKE HE WILL BE WEARING DIAPERS WHEN HE IS 16... IT WILL COME! AND THEN, LOOK OUT!
SO JUST REMEMBER DADDY... WE DON'T HAVE THIS BIG DUMB BABY WHO DOESN'T TALK ENOUGH! HE IS AMAZING AND WONDERFUL AND SO MUCH FUN (EVEN WHEN HE SNEEKS OUT OF HIS CRIB IN THE MORNING AND SLIDES DOWN THE STAIRS AND SAYS "HI" WHILE THROWING HIS WOOBIE ON THE CAT!) AND JUST THINK, WHEN HE IS SIXTEEN... WE WILL WANT HIM TO STOP TALKING!!!!
I WAS RATHER SHOCKED THAT TOMMY CAME UP WITH A NEW WORKOUT~WEIGHT LOSS CHALLENGE FOR THE TWO OF US TONIGHT. TOMMY AND I HAVE SOME PRETTY EXCRUCIATING WORKOUTS THAT WE DO DAILY BUT SOMETIMES, OUR BODIES GET SO ACCUSTOMED TO THEM THAT WE DON'T SEE THE RESULTS THAT WE NEED TO SEE. SINCE WE ARE GOING TO BE CELEBRATING OUR 10 YEAR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY IN MAY WE FIGURED, WHAT BETTER TIME TO ACTUALLY PUSH OURSELVES TO THE POINT WHERE THOSE $250.00 ABERCROMBIE AND FITCH JEANS THAT I POSTED ABOUT EARLIER, ACTUALLY FIT ME AND TOMMY IS BACK DOWN TO 199LBS.
SO OUR GOALS ARE SIMPLE... TOMMY WOULD LIKE TO BE DOWN TO 199 POUNDS AND I WOULD LIKE TO BE DOWN TO 140 POUNDS, BY OUR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY TRIP (MAY 4TH). THAT BEING SAID AND PUT OUT THERE FOR ALL THE WORLD TO MONITOR... EVERY WEDNESDAY WE WILL WEIGH OURSELVES AND DOCUMENT IT ON THE BLOG....AGGGGHHHH! I DON'T DO SCALES BUT FOR TOMMY I WILL DO JUST ABOUT ANYTHING.......I WILL MENTION THIS.... 140 POUNDS IS PROBABLY NOT AN ATTRACTIVE WEIGHT FOR MY BODY STRUCTURE. I HAVE BEEN THERE AND IT IS MORE LIKE STICK CHICK...HOPEFULLY, IF IT IS ALL MUSCLE, IT WILL LOOK GYM~RAT~RIPPED! THERE IS NOTHING MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN SHEER, ROCK-HARD, RIPPED-UP, STRIATION SHOWING, STRENGTH EMPHASIZING, POWERFUL, TOUCHABLE, TOUCHABLE, TOUCHABLE MUSCLES.
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