The wonders of wifely nudging can accomplish a lot. Lately, what I've been able to accomplish by my nudging is getting Eli to start a blog. He constantly comes home with hilarious stories and I just love his child-like humor on certain subjects. So without further ado, here is Eli's blog.
I hope you enjoy it.
Remove Before Flight
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Saturday, January 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Way overdue
It's been so long, way to long. I am still working on my vacation post--there is so much to cover that it's been a bit time consuming. I promise, it is on it's way. If we are connected on facebook, feel free to check out the pictures. They are amazing--if I do say so myself.
Thanksgiving was wonderful! Eli ended up making it home. He was scheduled on reserve and as luck would have it, he didn't get called. So he flew home. Made it just in time for us to arrive together at his mom's. His mom hosted 16 people! Most were friends of the family. It was terrific. Growing up, my family would just spend it with the 4 of us. It was lovely but I do believe there is something wonderful about opening your home to others outside of your immediate family and sharing the spirit of Thanksgiving. Plus a whole lotta wine that is shared by EVERYONE, kicks up the fun notch as well.
The rest of the weekend was just as wonderful too. We mostly ate and drank ourselves silly. That is my kind of weekend! We opened up a 1000 piece beer puzzle that we some how aquired. It sucked us in on Saturday and Sunday and it is still not finished.
While the weekend was so good, it also was not so good. The Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I received a call from my mom about my grandpa (her dad). He ended up in the hospital with a tooth infection that had gone bad. So bad that it caused a blood infection. After numerous efforts to give him a fighting chance on Thursday and the remainder of the weekend, it looked like he was going to pull through. He was out of the ICU and in a private room. Eating food and breathing through an oxygen tube through his nose. I called my mom this morning to check in on when he would be discharged. The light-hearted call I had originally intended to have with my mom did not happen. My grandpa was back in the ICU and his kidney's were failing. Mom, her sisters and brother decided this afternoon that all life sustaining support would cease to continue. As far as I know now, they've pulled the feeding tube. My mom's younger sister is flying in tomorrow. I am not sure when the rest of it will be pulled. I am sure it will only be a matter of days or day.
As I am writing this, I feel a pinch of denial. Denial that this is really happening. It was year ago to this week that we were in a similar situation with my dad's dad. He passed away on December 7th. My dad and I've decided that we are starting a petition with the rest of the family members on not dying during the month of December. I really don't think that this is too much to ask for.
This is just way to hard to stomach--I am not sure that my heart has healed enough from last year to say goodbye again.
Give yourself a big hug from me, dear internet.
Thanksgiving was wonderful! Eli ended up making it home. He was scheduled on reserve and as luck would have it, he didn't get called. So he flew home. Made it just in time for us to arrive together at his mom's. His mom hosted 16 people! Most were friends of the family. It was terrific. Growing up, my family would just spend it with the 4 of us. It was lovely but I do believe there is something wonderful about opening your home to others outside of your immediate family and sharing the spirit of Thanksgiving. Plus a whole lotta wine that is shared by EVERYONE, kicks up the fun notch as well.
The rest of the weekend was just as wonderful too. We mostly ate and drank ourselves silly. That is my kind of weekend! We opened up a 1000 piece beer puzzle that we some how aquired. It sucked us in on Saturday and Sunday and it is still not finished.
While the weekend was so good, it also was not so good. The Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I received a call from my mom about my grandpa (her dad). He ended up in the hospital with a tooth infection that had gone bad. So bad that it caused a blood infection. After numerous efforts to give him a fighting chance on Thursday and the remainder of the weekend, it looked like he was going to pull through. He was out of the ICU and in a private room. Eating food and breathing through an oxygen tube through his nose. I called my mom this morning to check in on when he would be discharged. The light-hearted call I had originally intended to have with my mom did not happen. My grandpa was back in the ICU and his kidney's were failing. Mom, her sisters and brother decided this afternoon that all life sustaining support would cease to continue. As far as I know now, they've pulled the feeding tube. My mom's younger sister is flying in tomorrow. I am not sure when the rest of it will be pulled. I am sure it will only be a matter of days or day.
As I am writing this, I feel a pinch of denial. Denial that this is really happening. It was year ago to this week that we were in a similar situation with my dad's dad. He passed away on December 7th. My dad and I've decided that we are starting a petition with the rest of the family members on not dying during the month of December. I really don't think that this is too much to ask for.
This is just way to hard to stomach--I am not sure that my heart has healed enough from last year to say goodbye again.
Give yourself a big hug from me, dear internet.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
33 not 83
I know I said in a previous post that I wasn't that excited for my birthday but I didn't realize I would be spending my birthday in bed. Grant it spending a birthday in bed isn't so bad unless you are laid up because your back decided to give out on you.
That is what happened to me.
It all started Monday morning, when I tried to get up from my chair at work to go get coffee with a co-worker. As soon as I stood up, something pulled and my lower back spasmed. Goodness it hurt so bad. I could barely walk or stand up again. Thankfully Eli was home so I called him to come get me. About 45 minutes later, he arrived and found me hugging the wall in my office. I was trying to head to the bathroom but every step I took, my back freaked out. It is funny to picture this in my head now, as I had my arms wrapped around his neck as he held me vertically to walk me out of my office, in the elevator and out the building, into his car.
I have never experienced pain like this before. I'd like to think I had a tiny peak into what contractions are like. I could just feel myself tighten up as my back shot pains down my left leg and up into my upper back. Breathing certainly helped albeit a tiny bit. 2 hours later in the doctor's office, I left with a prescription of muscle relaxers and advil. We got home and Eli put me straight to bed. The cutie that he is, he set me up in communication central. I had my cell phone, his laptop, ice cream bar, ice pack, magazines, and medicine. He had to leave to work sound at the jazz club he occassionly works at. The bummer part about this, is I was supposed to join him at the jazz club after work to start my birthday celebration.
The next morning, we were praying hard that he wouldn't get called into work. He was sitting reserve yesterday and should have left for Chicago yesterday morning. The state that I was in, there was no way he could leave me alone or alone with our 100lb+ dog. Thankfully he did not get called in. Once we woke up, Eli started in on giving me the best birthday celebration as possible. He made me breakfast in bed and even climbed in bed with me to eat. We opened up my bday cards and his 2nd of two gifts. I made him give me the first one early as I was desparate to have it. It was a franklin planner with the 7 habits of highly effective people planning tools. The 2nd gift was a new bike helmet. It is so cute! I hated my old one and could never get it to fit right. This one is perfect!
As the day wore on, it got hot and sunny out and I was bored. So E helped me into my bathing suit and got me all set up on a lounge chair. He went on his errands and brought back a costco pizza--which if have not tried one their pizza's, you definitely should! They are so good and so cheap!
Later that night, we settled on the couch, opened some wine and chilled. Our neighbor came over for a glass of wine. After she left, we both climbed into bed. I slepted good--thanks to the muscle relaxer and a couple of glasses of wine. Eli left this morning for his 4 day trip. I did manage to take a shower and dress all by myself. Tomorrow I am going to tackle my commute and head into the office.
Not exactly how I pictured my 33rd birthday but despite everything, it still was a good one. I had my hubby with me.
That is what happened to me.
It all started Monday morning, when I tried to get up from my chair at work to go get coffee with a co-worker. As soon as I stood up, something pulled and my lower back spasmed. Goodness it hurt so bad. I could barely walk or stand up again. Thankfully Eli was home so I called him to come get me. About 45 minutes later, he arrived and found me hugging the wall in my office. I was trying to head to the bathroom but every step I took, my back freaked out. It is funny to picture this in my head now, as I had my arms wrapped around his neck as he held me vertically to walk me out of my office, in the elevator and out the building, into his car.
I have never experienced pain like this before. I'd like to think I had a tiny peak into what contractions are like. I could just feel myself tighten up as my back shot pains down my left leg and up into my upper back. Breathing certainly helped albeit a tiny bit. 2 hours later in the doctor's office, I left with a prescription of muscle relaxers and advil. We got home and Eli put me straight to bed. The cutie that he is, he set me up in communication central. I had my cell phone, his laptop, ice cream bar, ice pack, magazines, and medicine. He had to leave to work sound at the jazz club he occassionly works at. The bummer part about this, is I was supposed to join him at the jazz club after work to start my birthday celebration.
The next morning, we were praying hard that he wouldn't get called into work. He was sitting reserve yesterday and should have left for Chicago yesterday morning. The state that I was in, there was no way he could leave me alone or alone with our 100lb+ dog. Thankfully he did not get called in. Once we woke up, Eli started in on giving me the best birthday celebration as possible. He made me breakfast in bed and even climbed in bed with me to eat. We opened up my bday cards and his 2nd of two gifts. I made him give me the first one early as I was desparate to have it. It was a franklin planner with the 7 habits of highly effective people planning tools. The 2nd gift was a new bike helmet. It is so cute! I hated my old one and could never get it to fit right. This one is perfect!
As the day wore on, it got hot and sunny out and I was bored. So E helped me into my bathing suit and got me all set up on a lounge chair. He went on his errands and brought back a costco pizza--which if have not tried one their pizza's, you definitely should! They are so good and so cheap!
Later that night, we settled on the couch, opened some wine and chilled. Our neighbor came over for a glass of wine. After she left, we both climbed into bed. I slepted good--thanks to the muscle relaxer and a couple of glasses of wine. Eli left this morning for his 4 day trip. I did manage to take a shower and dress all by myself. Tomorrow I am going to tackle my commute and head into the office.
Not exactly how I pictured my 33rd birthday but despite everything, it still was a good one. I had my hubby with me.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Randomness..
So, if I had to rate this week on a scale from 1-10. I think I would give it a 7.
Overall, I had a good week. Work is going well. I am rereading 7 habits of highly effective people. I've also decided to check out toastmasters in order to gain more confidence in public speaking. My first meeting is next Thursday. I am nervous, but I figure everyone that goes there is nervous for the same reasons, so I will be in good company.
Poppy training is going well. E and I are finally on the same page with training Poppy. We are totally buying into Cesar Milan aka Dog whisper's method of dog training. I do have to say it is working! I fully believe in the power of the walk. We are now walking her twice a day for at least 30 minutes. It has made a huge improvement. We still need to overcome her aggresiveness with other dogs when she is on leash but I am more confident then over that we will be able to fix it.
E is doing well with his flying. He is on reserve this month, which can sometime suck in terms of not getting flight hours. However, E is managing quite well. He is flying a ton, which is fantastic. Not only for the extra $$ we are getting but more importantly he is building his flight time. For a pilot, flight hours are EVERYTHING. I am just so proud of him and how proactive he is. It totally blows having him home only give or take 3 1/2 days a week. I do know that this isn't forever him commuting to his base in Chicago. Hopefully in the next few years, he will get picked up by another airline and be based here on the left coast.
What's been troubling me is that my two grandmothers' have been in & out of the hospital this month. It's been a revolving door between the two of them. Tonight I found out that my grandma morris is at the ER. She had a pacemaker put in a week ago and then had gallbladder surgery on Monday of this week. She was released on Wednesday but now is back in the ER tonight. We aren't sure what is going on. My other grandma, has been in and out for various reasons, but on Wednesday night, she fell at home, and broke her hip. She had surgery today and I heard she is doing well. My poor Grandpa finally got to see her today. He hasn't seen her since Wednesday night when they took her to the ER. I am worried, sad and just plain lonely. I couldn't get a hold of any of my girls to talk and E is in Chicago tonight.
Another thing that happened this week is that I was late. It was the first experience I ever had on being late. Mainly because since I was 18, I've been on BC. When I went off the pill, I missed the first month, but that was to be expected. Ever since that month, I've been right on schedule. While we aren't fully trying right now, we've also just decided what ever happens, happens. So what got me this week, is that finding out that I was late and looking at the calendar, realizing that there is really no way I could be pregnant, made me worry why I was late. Of course from the first day on that I was late all sorts of emotions kicked in. I will admit I did take a few HPTs and all of them were negative. After the 4th day, "it" showed. When it did. I will admit I was relieved but at the same time I was sad.
Maybe I am more ready then I give myself credit for. One thing is for sure, I hope my two grandmothers' and my one grandpa that is still alive will be around to see their great-grandchildren. That is my ultimate wish.
This is me with my grandmothers' at my wedding shower in Iowa.
Overall, I had a good week. Work is going well. I am rereading 7 habits of highly effective people. I've also decided to check out toastmasters in order to gain more confidence in public speaking. My first meeting is next Thursday. I am nervous, but I figure everyone that goes there is nervous for the same reasons, so I will be in good company.
Poppy training is going well. E and I are finally on the same page with training Poppy. We are totally buying into Cesar Milan aka Dog whisper's method of dog training. I do have to say it is working! I fully believe in the power of the walk. We are now walking her twice a day for at least 30 minutes. It has made a huge improvement. We still need to overcome her aggresiveness with other dogs when she is on leash but I am more confident then over that we will be able to fix it.
E is doing well with his flying. He is on reserve this month, which can sometime suck in terms of not getting flight hours. However, E is managing quite well. He is flying a ton, which is fantastic. Not only for the extra $$ we are getting but more importantly he is building his flight time. For a pilot, flight hours are EVERYTHING. I am just so proud of him and how proactive he is. It totally blows having him home only give or take 3 1/2 days a week. I do know that this isn't forever him commuting to his base in Chicago. Hopefully in the next few years, he will get picked up by another airline and be based here on the left coast.
What's been troubling me is that my two grandmothers' have been in & out of the hospital this month. It's been a revolving door between the two of them. Tonight I found out that my grandma morris is at the ER. She had a pacemaker put in a week ago and then had gallbladder surgery on Monday of this week. She was released on Wednesday but now is back in the ER tonight. We aren't sure what is going on. My other grandma, has been in and out for various reasons, but on Wednesday night, she fell at home, and broke her hip. She had surgery today and I heard she is doing well. My poor Grandpa finally got to see her today. He hasn't seen her since Wednesday night when they took her to the ER. I am worried, sad and just plain lonely. I couldn't get a hold of any of my girls to talk and E is in Chicago tonight.
Another thing that happened this week is that I was late. It was the first experience I ever had on being late. Mainly because since I was 18, I've been on BC. When I went off the pill, I missed the first month, but that was to be expected. Ever since that month, I've been right on schedule. While we aren't fully trying right now, we've also just decided what ever happens, happens. So what got me this week, is that finding out that I was late and looking at the calendar, realizing that there is really no way I could be pregnant, made me worry why I was late. Of course from the first day on that I was late all sorts of emotions kicked in. I will admit I did take a few HPTs and all of them were negative. After the 4th day, "it" showed. When it did. I will admit I was relieved but at the same time I was sad.
Maybe I am more ready then I give myself credit for. One thing is for sure, I hope my two grandmothers' and my one grandpa that is still alive will be around to see their great-grandchildren. That is my ultimate wish.
This is me with my grandmothers' at my wedding shower in Iowa.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
I remember why...
We haven't been married long nor have we really gone through knock down hard stuff nor do we have kids but tonight reminded me of why I fell in love with my husband.
After work, I met him out for a drink, dinner and then a live music show at the place where he does sound (his other job). I arrived at the bar and he had a glass of red wine waiting for me. We joked a bit about how his other girlfriend off and left because she knew I was coming and was so sweet to leave me her untouched glass of cabernet. After discussing whether or not a bbq place would be the perfect place for a first date, we decided even though we aren't on our first date we should head there for some yummy southern bbq. After we placed our order. We talked and laughed. Continued to laugh all through dinner. The laughter I experienced instantly brought me back to when we were first dating, living together and everything else we have been through. And of course, one of the many reasons why I fell in love with him.
I am sure me missing him so much when he is on his trips fueled this memory lane kick. However, it is sure nice to be reminded why you love someone so much.
After work, I met him out for a drink, dinner and then a live music show at the place where he does sound (his other job). I arrived at the bar and he had a glass of red wine waiting for me. We joked a bit about how his other girlfriend off and left because she knew I was coming and was so sweet to leave me her untouched glass of cabernet. After discussing whether or not a bbq place would be the perfect place for a first date, we decided even though we aren't on our first date we should head there for some yummy southern bbq. After we placed our order. We talked and laughed. Continued to laugh all through dinner. The laughter I experienced instantly brought me back to when we were first dating, living together and everything else we have been through. And of course, one of the many reasons why I fell in love with him.
I am sure me missing him so much when he is on his trips fueled this memory lane kick. However, it is sure nice to be reminded why you love someone so much.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Sorry for the delay
It's been awhile for sure! E's been home now for 3 weeks! It's been so great. He is currently waiting to go for IOE, which is "initial operating experience." Essentially he has to observe the pilots flying the jet he will be flying before he can be put on line. SO...he is home. He got a call last wednesday that had him scheduled for a trip to Chicago leaving last Sunday for the week. But at 630am on Sunday, crew scheduling called and cancelled the trip. I swear if he doesn't get called soon, I think he is going to go nuts. He is getting a ton of yard work done so that's been really helpful.
I am going to try to fix the slideshow of Poppy. We are having so much fun with her. She has totally become one of the family. Tonight we took her to Point Isabel. It is a dog park near the bay. There are a ton of doggies and you have amazing views of San Francisco, Golden Gate Bridge and the Bay Bridge. We were so proud of Poppy as we took her of the leash for the second time. She did so well!! While I am so happy she is with us, it literally breaks my heart when I stop to think about the family who left her. Whoever this family was they did an excellent job training her. She will only sleep on her doggie bed. When I tell her to go lie down, she immediately trots to her bed. She has not had an accident in the house. I could go on and on.
Will promise to catch up here soon with everyone.
I am going to try to fix the slideshow of Poppy. We are having so much fun with her. She has totally become one of the family. Tonight we took her to Point Isabel. It is a dog park near the bay. There are a ton of doggies and you have amazing views of San Francisco, Golden Gate Bridge and the Bay Bridge. We were so proud of Poppy as we took her of the leash for the second time. She did so well!! While I am so happy she is with us, it literally breaks my heart when I stop to think about the family who left her. Whoever this family was they did an excellent job training her. She will only sleep on her doggie bed. When I tell her to go lie down, she immediately trots to her bed. She has not had an accident in the house. I could go on and on.
Will promise to catch up here soon with everyone.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
spring in my step and sparkle in my eye
All is good and calm at the nest. E is home and our worlds are back to normal. YAY!
I did however shed a tear today. Is anyone surprised? I am not. It is all because I read this...
Being a Mom
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually
mentions that she and her husband are thinking of 'starting a family.'
'We're taking a survey,' she says half-joking.
'Do you think I should have a baby?' "It will change your life,' I
say,carefully keeping my tone neutral.
'I know,' she says, 'no more sleeping in on weekends, no more
spontaneous vacations.'
But that is not what I meant at all.
I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to
know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.
I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will
heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that
she will forever be vulnerable.
I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper
without asking, 'What if that had been MY child?' That every plane crash,
every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving
children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child
die.
I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that
no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to
the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.
That an urgent call of 'Mom!' will cause her to drop a soufflé or her
best crystal without a moments hesitation.
I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has
invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood.
She might arrange for child-care, but one day she will be going into an
important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet
smell.
She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running
home, just to make sure her baby is alright.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be
routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room
rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right
there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues
of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect
that a child molester may be lurking in that rest-room.
However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself
constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually
she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same
about herself.
That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she
has a child.
That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but
will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams,
but to watch her child accomplish theirs.
I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will
become badges of honor. Vanity becomes a thing of the past, she will
unselfishly stand back and allow her children to shine.
My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the
way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a
man who carefully bathes the baby or who never hesitates to feed, change or
play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with
him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.
I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women
throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.
I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child
learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a
baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want
her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in
my eyes. 'You'll never regret it,' I finally say. Then I reached across
the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her,
andfor me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into
this most wonderful of callings.
Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends
who may someday be Moms.
May you always have in your arms
the one who is in your heart.
If this doesn't make your ovaries skip a beat and kick baby fever into overdrive. I don't know what will.
I did however shed a tear today. Is anyone surprised? I am not. It is all because I read this...
Being a Mom
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually
mentions that she and her husband are thinking of 'starting a family.'
'We're taking a survey,' she says half-joking.
'Do you think I should have a baby?' "It will change your life,' I
say,carefully keeping my tone neutral.
'I know,' she says, 'no more sleeping in on weekends, no more
spontaneous vacations.'
But that is not what I meant at all.
I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to
know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.
I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will
heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that
she will forever be vulnerable.
I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper
without asking, 'What if that had been MY child?' That every plane crash,
every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving
children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child
die.
I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that
no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to
the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.
That an urgent call of 'Mom!' will cause her to drop a soufflé or her
best crystal without a moments hesitation.
I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has
invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood.
She might arrange for child-care, but one day she will be going into an
important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet
smell.
She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running
home, just to make sure her baby is alright.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be
routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room
rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right
there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues
of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect
that a child molester may be lurking in that rest-room.
However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself
constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually
she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same
about herself.
That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she
has a child.
That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but
will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams,
but to watch her child accomplish theirs.
I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will
become badges of honor. Vanity becomes a thing of the past, she will
unselfishly stand back and allow her children to shine.
My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the
way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a
man who carefully bathes the baby or who never hesitates to feed, change or
play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with
him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.
I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women
throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.
I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child
learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a
baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want
her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in
my eyes. 'You'll never regret it,' I finally say. Then I reached across
the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her,
andfor me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into
this most wonderful of callings.
Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends
who may someday be Moms.
May you always have in your arms
the one who is in your heart.
If this doesn't make your ovaries skip a beat and kick baby fever into overdrive. I don't know what will.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
ahhh, the weekend...
My weekend was so wonderful. Well Friday night through Sunday morning was good. The rest of the day on Sunday, was just plain BLAH! However, we will focus on the good parts of the weekend. E arrived at 9:30pm. A little delayed but it was okay because I got to take a nap and shower before I went to pick him up from the airport. Friday night was all about catching up! Saturday we both were up and dressed by 9:15am!! This is huge because my husband is a sleeper! He could sleep all day if he could. Me, I am the total opposite. I wake up at 7am and go all day long. I seriously fault 10 years of working that inhibits my ability to sleep in.
Our Saturday consisted of running errands, seeing friends and hanging out. Oh, and he taught me how to check my oil and refill the oil in my car should it run low again. We reveled in the fact that we are such in a good place in our lives. We are getting the hang of the marriage thing, he is now only working one job and not going to school, I am in a good place my work, etc. Life is good!
We also took on the job of painting our room. It was the first time we have ever done something like this and it was hiliarous! We ordered pizza, drank some beers and managed to finish the room. I can't post pictures just yet because towards the end of the project we started to run out of paint so were doing everything we could to make the paint last and get the room done. So on Monday, I went and purchased some more paint to touch up the areas that were sparse. Our walls are textured so the paint didn't catch in some parts. So while touching up the paint, I managed to screw everything up so I have to repaint the room.
Sunday, E left early. I came home from the airport and was so down, I just sat on my couch, watched pointless tv and worked on my beginner knitting project. I am very thankful for having Monday off because I pushed myself out of the house, which is what I needed.
Overall, I am slowly getting used to this lifestyle. It's amazing what happens to you when you are single for so long and love to live independently and then you meet someone, fall in love, get married and come to relay on your husband for so much! When you are put into a situation where you have to be independent again, it kinda rattles you. At least it is for me. But I am getting back on my independent feet again. I fall a lot, but I am remembering how good I use to be on my own and trying to rechannel that person. :)
Our Saturday consisted of running errands, seeing friends and hanging out. Oh, and he taught me how to check my oil and refill the oil in my car should it run low again. We reveled in the fact that we are such in a good place in our lives. We are getting the hang of the marriage thing, he is now only working one job and not going to school, I am in a good place my work, etc. Life is good!
We also took on the job of painting our room. It was the first time we have ever done something like this and it was hiliarous! We ordered pizza, drank some beers and managed to finish the room. I can't post pictures just yet because towards the end of the project we started to run out of paint so were doing everything we could to make the paint last and get the room done. So on Monday, I went and purchased some more paint to touch up the areas that were sparse. Our walls are textured so the paint didn't catch in some parts. So while touching up the paint, I managed to screw everything up so I have to repaint the room.
Sunday, E left early. I came home from the airport and was so down, I just sat on my couch, watched pointless tv and worked on my beginner knitting project. I am very thankful for having Monday off because I pushed myself out of the house, which is what I needed.
Overall, I am slowly getting used to this lifestyle. It's amazing what happens to you when you are single for so long and love to live independently and then you meet someone, fall in love, get married and come to relay on your husband for so much! When you are put into a situation where you have to be independent again, it kinda rattles you. At least it is for me. But I am getting back on my independent feet again. I fall a lot, but I am remembering how good I use to be on my own and trying to rechannel that person. :)
Friday, February 15, 2008
guess who is coming home tonight????
My hubby!!!! YAY!!! He lands at 8pm tonight! He will most likely leave on a red eye tomorrow night but I don't care because I have him all to myself tonight and tomorrow!!!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Too quiet
E's been gone now for almost two weeks. It's waaay too quiet at the Robbins Nest. Lately all I've been doing is working late, futzing around the house and going to bed way to late. I guess you could say I am bored.
I did a little shopping this past weekend. Finally purchased a shower curtain for our bathroom, curtains for the kitchen and paint for the bedroom. The house is slowly but surely really coming together. I was going to paint the bedroom last weekend but chatted with E on the phone and he wanted to help. So I've postponed it to when we can do it together. This weekend was really nice weather wise, so sunday I started my weeding project again and sat out in the sun with my latest book.
Some "big" things have happened in the last week or so...I mastered the power drill and attempted to grill chicken on E's new gas grill. The grilling went so so, I think partly because I couldn't really see if the chicken was cooked all the way so I ended up cooking the bigger piece the rest of the way in the oven.
Other then that, I am kinda blah. I really need to get back into a excercise routine and my yoga. I believe that my blah mood is because I am not getting out besides going to work every day. Thanks KMT for checking in...his ground school is going well. Now he is learning the systems of the plane. We've talked every night which has been really nice. I just hate crawling into bed alone. I've started sleeping diagonally in the bed, with my head on his pillow. Kind of funny, I think.
I mentioned a couple of posts ago, that we went puppy shopping. We've decided to put that on hold. With our schedules, it just not conducieve for a puppy right now. Jenny, I would love some advice on puppy training. You are totally the expert in this area! Any tips would be so great.
I did a little shopping this past weekend. Finally purchased a shower curtain for our bathroom, curtains for the kitchen and paint for the bedroom. The house is slowly but surely really coming together. I was going to paint the bedroom last weekend but chatted with E on the phone and he wanted to help. So I've postponed it to when we can do it together. This weekend was really nice weather wise, so sunday I started my weeding project again and sat out in the sun with my latest book.
Some "big" things have happened in the last week or so...I mastered the power drill and attempted to grill chicken on E's new gas grill. The grilling went so so, I think partly because I couldn't really see if the chicken was cooked all the way so I ended up cooking the bigger piece the rest of the way in the oven.
Other then that, I am kinda blah. I really need to get back into a excercise routine and my yoga. I believe that my blah mood is because I am not getting out besides going to work every day. Thanks KMT for checking in...his ground school is going well. Now he is learning the systems of the plane. We've talked every night which has been really nice. I just hate crawling into bed alone. I've started sleeping diagonally in the bed, with my head on his pillow. Kind of funny, I think.
I mentioned a couple of posts ago, that we went puppy shopping. We've decided to put that on hold. With our schedules, it just not conducieve for a puppy right now. Jenny, I would love some advice on puppy training. You are totally the expert in this area! Any tips would be so great.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
6 1/2 weeks
that is how long E will be in training down in Dallas. I hope I can get down there at least once to see him. February is going to suck :(
Time to break out the list of projects....
Time to break out the list of projects....
Friday, February 01, 2008
his last day..
Today is E's last day as at SW. He has been with them for 5 years in all sorts of capacities. Ramper, recruiter, ramp supervisor and now cargo agent. As he was leaving to go into work today ( I am working from home today), he told me that in 5 years he will be back at SW as a pilot. The look on his face was priceless. It was the look of determination, satisfaction of how far he has come and pure happiness.
He leaves on Sunday for 6 weeks. He starts with AE on Monday and will starting his pilot training with them down in Dallas. We have a fun-filled weekend planned...Tonight: hanging out. Saturday: brunch with MIL, puppy shopping, sushi dinner out and salsa dancing. Sunday, I will take him to the airport so that he can catch an 11am flight.
Cheers to you babe! I love you!
Monday, January 28, 2008
just breathe....
Sometimes it takes some time away to realize how great it is to come back home to familiar surroundings to make your thoughts come back to perspective. Thanks again to all the warm comments--it truly means so much.
Taking a step back, I'll share what was going on last time I posted.
The week of my last post, we found out E got the job with American Eagle as a first officer pilot. YAY!
I'll be honest my first reaction was not so positive. On the outside for him, I was extremely excited. On the inside--scared, sad--weepy to be exact, and well, just plain scared. Scared of more change. Scared of what this means for us financially for the next 5 or so years while he is just getting started at a regional airline, scared of what it could possibly mean for me and our marriage knowing he will be gone so much until he gets to a point with a major airline and has established seniority.Scared about what this means for us and my desire to start adding to our family of two. So with all this emotion, I became REALLY WEEPY. Weepy to the point that it was difficult for me to admit what I was thinking and feeling.
I am very fortunate to have such a great support system here, that I started to share my feelings and began to seek advice from others who have been or are in my similar situation. I also gained the confidence to share my thoughts and feelings with E--while we were downing a bottle of celebratory champagne. Gotta love bubbly courage.
Nonetheless, I received positive support from everyone! This enabled me to get back on my feet and realize that it will all be okay and life in general will have a way of working itself out--family, finances and all.
So, I am in the midst of trying to get caught up with everyone..I have missed you all so.
Taking a step back, I'll share what was going on last time I posted.
The week of my last post, we found out E got the job with American Eagle as a first officer pilot. YAY!
I'll be honest my first reaction was not so positive. On the outside for him, I was extremely excited. On the inside--scared, sad--weepy to be exact, and well, just plain scared. Scared of more change. Scared of what this means for us financially for the next 5 or so years while he is just getting started at a regional airline, scared of what it could possibly mean for me and our marriage knowing he will be gone so much until he gets to a point with a major airline and has established seniority.Scared about what this means for us and my desire to start adding to our family of two. So with all this emotion, I became REALLY WEEPY. Weepy to the point that it was difficult for me to admit what I was thinking and feeling.
I am very fortunate to have such a great support system here, that I started to share my feelings and began to seek advice from others who have been or are in my similar situation. I also gained the confidence to share my thoughts and feelings with E--while we were downing a bottle of celebratory champagne. Gotta love bubbly courage.
Nonetheless, I received positive support from everyone! This enabled me to get back on my feet and realize that it will all be okay and life in general will have a way of working itself out--family, finances and all.
So, I am in the midst of trying to get caught up with everyone..I have missed you all so.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
note to self--don't take things personally
Throughout the day today I've been rehashing a conversation that took place last night. I can't help but feel extremely pissed off, annoyed and personally attacked by this individual. I recognized that this person was giving my husband "pilot career advice" and validating some of the thoughts Eli has about certain airlines or a pilot path he should or should not take. However,when you tell the wife that it sucks that she is in a good job or not mobile..meaning able to pick up and move for her husband's job as a pilot, you piss the living hell out of her and she is not going to be nice in future conversations you have with her for the rest of the evening.
Let's go back in time....
Eli and I head over to a family friend's home for a great Christmas dinner. Upon arriving, Eli meets a friend who is a pilot for a commercial airline. These two immediately start talking for a very long time. I am chatting up everyone else, catching up with my MIL, etc. Next thing I know, we are in a conversation of why we decided to buy instead of rent, questions on whether or not I am mobile or if my job allows me to be mobile and then I hear that I suck because my job is good and that Eli can't move around for his pilot training and that he should be sleeping on couches etc. When this comes out, I become extremely defensive and say that I have been there done that--paid my dues for my job and that we are lucky that I have a decent paying job so that Eli can pursue his dream. I understand what it takes for him to get to where he needs to be--being away ALOT of the time. I get that, I am not happy about it, but I get that. Eli comes in on my behalf and explains to this guy how supportive I am, etc. Finally this guy gets it and is all about how great I am. Sweet.
I know Eli knows that I am fully on board with his dream and I am beginning to understand that being married to a pilot is not going to be easy. Right now we are getting by on my salary which is great but I know how much he hates that I am pulling the weight around here. I think what pissed me off about this guy is how one sided he was. I know you don't know what you don't know and it is very obvious that he has no idea what being married means or even how your choices in life affect others. I guess it just made me so mad that here I am giving up things--willingly so that my husband can have the career of his dreams--so don't tell me that I suck. Because honestly I don't.
I don't know if this guy meant it or not or that it was the wine talking but he seriously made me upset. This of course lead to me being very sarcastic--I daresay bitchy towards him at dinner. Eli then got pissed at me for being a bitch--ummm didn't this guy tell me that I suck????!!!!
note to self--get over it and don't take things personally because it is not worth the extra energy it takes to get upset over it.
Let's go back in time....
Eli and I head over to a family friend's home for a great Christmas dinner. Upon arriving, Eli meets a friend who is a pilot for a commercial airline. These two immediately start talking for a very long time. I am chatting up everyone else, catching up with my MIL, etc. Next thing I know, we are in a conversation of why we decided to buy instead of rent, questions on whether or not I am mobile or if my job allows me to be mobile and then I hear that I suck because my job is good and that Eli can't move around for his pilot training and that he should be sleeping on couches etc. When this comes out, I become extremely defensive and say that I have been there done that--paid my dues for my job and that we are lucky that I have a decent paying job so that Eli can pursue his dream. I understand what it takes for him to get to where he needs to be--being away ALOT of the time. I get that, I am not happy about it, but I get that. Eli comes in on my behalf and explains to this guy how supportive I am, etc. Finally this guy gets it and is all about how great I am. Sweet.
I know Eli knows that I am fully on board with his dream and I am beginning to understand that being married to a pilot is not going to be easy. Right now we are getting by on my salary which is great but I know how much he hates that I am pulling the weight around here. I think what pissed me off about this guy is how one sided he was. I know you don't know what you don't know and it is very obvious that he has no idea what being married means or even how your choices in life affect others. I guess it just made me so mad that here I am giving up things--willingly so that my husband can have the career of his dreams--so don't tell me that I suck. Because honestly I don't.
I don't know if this guy meant it or not or that it was the wine talking but he seriously made me upset. This of course lead to me being very sarcastic--I daresay bitchy towards him at dinner. Eli then got pissed at me for being a bitch--ummm didn't this guy tell me that I suck????!!!!
note to self--get over it and don't take things personally because it is not worth the extra energy it takes to get upset over it.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
What a difference a year makes
Hard to believe that this time last year all 140 of our closets family and friends were gathered in Des Moines, Ia for our wedding. A year ago on 10/22 I married my best friend. All week long, I've thought about what I was doing this time last year and this morning I woke up to remembering my day with my girls and getting ready for the rehersal and rehersal dinner. Tomorrow when I wake up..will be our wedding day a year ago.
We've been through a lot this past year. Immediately when we returned from our honeymoon, we packed up Eli and sent him off to Orange county. I followed a month later. New jobs and a new city. We learned alot about each other in the 9 months we were living alone. So far away from family and friends. We discovered the importance of communication. Communication is the key to making a marriage strong and healthy. While my best friend and I have come together to pledged our lives and to love and respect one another--we are still two individuals with different dreams and goals. Communication will forever bond our dreams and goals on the same path.
Communication lead us to both discover we were not happy in Orange County. So we followed our hearts to Northern California. Another new job for the both of us and another new city. I know deep in my heart we made the right decision to come back here. As I look at Eli, I can tell he is so happy and content to be here. The fact that he is so happy, makes me so happy. All the things that were missing in southern california are here. We've bought our first house and are begining to plant our roots. This is something that I have wanted for a very long time.
Tonight we are heading to the Westin SF--we are using the last of Eli's points for a very romantic and quiet evening. Because are still living at the MIL's house, all we really want tonight is just to have our time with out any interruptions. I doubt we will even go out to dinner--probably just order room service. We have my favorite champagne waiting to be popped. I love Eli and I can't wait to celebrate our first wedding anniversary!
We've been through a lot this past year. Immediately when we returned from our honeymoon, we packed up Eli and sent him off to Orange county. I followed a month later. New jobs and a new city. We learned alot about each other in the 9 months we were living alone. So far away from family and friends. We discovered the importance of communication. Communication is the key to making a marriage strong and healthy. While my best friend and I have come together to pledged our lives and to love and respect one another--we are still two individuals with different dreams and goals. Communication will forever bond our dreams and goals on the same path.
Communication lead us to both discover we were not happy in Orange County. So we followed our hearts to Northern California. Another new job for the both of us and another new city. I know deep in my heart we made the right decision to come back here. As I look at Eli, I can tell he is so happy and content to be here. The fact that he is so happy, makes me so happy. All the things that were missing in southern california are here. We've bought our first house and are begining to plant our roots. This is something that I have wanted for a very long time.
Tonight we are heading to the Westin SF--we are using the last of Eli's points for a very romantic and quiet evening. Because are still living at the MIL's house, all we really want tonight is just to have our time with out any interruptions. I doubt we will even go out to dinner--probably just order room service. We have my favorite champagne waiting to be popped. I love Eli and I can't wait to celebrate our first wedding anniversary!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
We pause during our regulary scheduled program to
give a shout out to my husband for saving me from my MIL's cooking and bloody chicken.
He is a good man my friends, a good man.
He is a good man my friends, a good man.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Eli's lunch
this is what my husband packed for his lunch tomorrow:
1) Turkey and cheese/hummus sandwich
2) Big slice of leftover lasgana
3) left over breast of grilled chicken
4) plum
5) rest of the grapes
6) carrots
7) almonds
8) bbq sunflower seeds
as he read this list to me, he said if I am still hungry..I quickly interrupted him to say "you have a tapeworm". he just looked at me and replied..."punk"
btw: this lunch is justified b/c he works a double tomorrow....
1) Turkey and cheese/hummus sandwich
2) Big slice of leftover lasgana
3) left over breast of grilled chicken
4) plum
5) rest of the grapes
6) carrots
7) almonds
8) bbq sunflower seeds
as he read this list to me, he said if I am still hungry..I quickly interrupted him to say "you have a tapeworm". he just looked at me and replied..."punk"
btw: this lunch is justified b/c he works a double tomorrow....
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Thank you
Thank you to all you who gave a "shout out" of congrats to E. He is very excited!
This Sunday we are planning to fly to Catalina Island and go for a hike. He is flying us!! I am excited but a little nervous. It is a tiny, tiny plane we are flying. He brought home barf bags from SW so that if I do get sick, I have some place to get sick in..Told you he was a keeper :)
I am brining my camera with me on Sunday so I will share all the fun photos.
This Sunday we are planning to fly to Catalina Island and go for a hike. He is flying us!! I am excited but a little nervous. It is a tiny, tiny plane we are flying. He brought home barf bags from SW so that if I do get sick, I have some place to get sick in..Told you he was a keeper :)
I am brining my camera with me on Sunday so I will share all the fun photos.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
He becomes a pilot and I
get flowers--roses and a night out--sushi and a movie!!
hmmmm....he's a keeper for sure!
hmmmm....he's a keeper for sure!
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