Wednesdays are commissary days. For those who are unfamiliar with military bases, a commissary is a grocery store available for military id card holding people (so glad I found that card). I have yet to find a calm time to visit the commissary and most frequently find myself shopping with the gerontologically advanced. Today was no different. I try to be aware of their shopping so as to make myself available for hard to reach items. "I can't do everything, but I can do something."
As I made the final turn into the frozen section, my eyes caught sight of a sweet grey haired woman with a slight sloop to her posture. A bit frazzled and confused she searched in vain for some limeade. Never you fear, I am taller and more limber (on good days) and I will find your limeade. Sure enough, on the top back shelf, 4 tiny limeade concentrates were available for the taking. She graciously thanked me and even told me how such actions should more than count for helping the elderly. I smiled and retorted with something along the lines of "no problem ma'am, just doing my job" and tipped my proverbial cowgirl hat. Then while I raided the freezer for minute maid oj that was actually under a $1 she said, "I feel bad telling you this, but I feel like I must. . . I needed the limeade for the daiquiri's I am making tonight." Laughing I responded with "Well, I am not sure about how to make daiquiri's but I am sure if I knew that was what they were for, I wouldn't of helped!" We giggled together and wished each other well. She left feeling loved, I left with a guilty conscience for enabling alcohol consumption. I guess that teaches me to be willing to serve!
POST POST:
I really don't feel bad about helping her. I just hope that she doesn't decide to pop too many of her concoctions and end up as one of the many St. Patty drinkers who will keep Fernando up working all night tonight.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
She Picked Up Her Hammer and Saw
I wish I could remember the rest of that "joke", but more to the point. . .I can see again. I have been hanging on to my last pair of colored contacts for months and as of Saturday, my eyes decided it was to for me to trash them with their own mutiny via pink eye. Sadly, I only had my skeewampous glasses that are missing a key appendage to keep the glasses on your head. This wouldn't do for anything more then driving.
My last eye doctor experience here in TX was horrible and occurred in 2008! I was more than hesitant to try another place again especially since it is all out of pocket for us when you want contacts which I do. The previous eye visit was wrought with rude receptionists (who had multiple phone conversations after I began talking with them), unclean conditions like not pre sanitizing the eye equipment, and losing my prescription that was a little off anyway.
Luckily, upon calling many offices, I found a place that would take my limited eye insurance which dropped my $115 appointment down to $46. The office was close, clean, professional, to the point, and even offered a helpful reprimand for treating my eyes so poorly. I have nothing but praise for the office and doctor who looked younger then me. The best part: walking out and seeing clearly.
My last eye doctor experience here in TX was horrible and occurred in 2008! I was more than hesitant to try another place again especially since it is all out of pocket for us when you want contacts which I do. The previous eye visit was wrought with rude receptionists (who had multiple phone conversations after I began talking with them), unclean conditions like not pre sanitizing the eye equipment, and losing my prescription that was a little off anyway.
Luckily, upon calling many offices, I found a place that would take my limited eye insurance which dropped my $115 appointment down to $46. The office was close, clean, professional, to the point, and even offered a helpful reprimand for treating my eyes so poorly. I have nothing but praise for the office and doctor who looked younger then me. The best part: walking out and seeing clearly.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Little Miss
I am up way too late. . .again. After watching two episodes of hoarders and searching webmd for the answer to my annoying cough, I began looking for spring break activities. Then I figured I should sync them to my phone so I don't forget about them during the week. This syncing process always brings up the photo application. When I stumbled across these gems:
These pictures of Little Miss Mia remind me of all the sweet times we shared together. I can't believe that she is already in school and we are trying to figure out things to do during her spring break.
These pictures of Little Miss Mia remind me of all the sweet times we shared together. I can't believe that she is already in school and we are trying to figure out things to do during her spring break.
Appreciation
As I lay sick in bed with all sorts of random illnesses this weekend, I began pondering on the simplicity of my life as compared to mothers long ago. I am sure there are trade offs here and there, but what happened when moms got sick back then? You couldn't call for take out or even stick your kids in front of how many movies. Moms had to haul water, skin animals for dinner, keep some semblance of housework using straw brooms, and hand wash how many grimy things in dirty water. It was hard to feel bad about my nagging cough that leads to restless nights and the GI wonder that kept me from wanting to move even an inch. At least I had an air conditioned house and vicks vapor rub. (yeah, we already need to turn on the air conditioning) I threw dinner in the crock pot and let my kids revel in the fact that more then one movie would be seen this week.
So here is to all the women who did far more then me with far less. Here is to the willingness to still bring children into a world that was strife with all manners of illnesses and no names or reasons for their existence. Here is to the many inventors who make my life wonderful (special shout out to indoor plumbing and soap creators) Here is to a body that takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'.
So here is to all the women who did far more then me with far less. Here is to the willingness to still bring children into a world that was strife with all manners of illnesses and no names or reasons for their existence. Here is to the many inventors who make my life wonderful (special shout out to indoor plumbing and soap creators) Here is to a body that takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Not Again
Yesterday, while doing some random house chore I had a random thought--I really should give an extra key to my neighbors just in case. And just like most random thoughts I have, it left as soon as it came. Then, as I was racing out of the house to get Mia to school on time I thought--I should take my other car keys since they have the house key attached. Again, I dismissed such things since I was driving in the car with the garage door opener programed into a button in my van so I wasn't worried about not getting back into the house.
I quickly discovered the wisdom of my random thoughts when the garage door didn't even think about budging upon arrival at our home. I said a half heart felt prayer since I realized this was all avoidable and a direct consequence of ignoring spiritual promptings. At least I felt confident that Heavenly Father still helps those who choose to ignore His warnings, it just often isn't as easy.
Most mornings I have the kids fed and ready to go with plenty of time to get to school. This morning I decided to work out on the elliptical sitting in my garage. I felt so on top of things working out before I took Mia to school. I figured that I could mow the lawn after I got home and still have time to shower before going back to Mia's school to volunteer. I was so confident that I didn't even change out of my nighttime attire that happened to be Fernando's basketball shorts and an over sized military PT shirt. I didn't even put on a bra. (sorry for the TMI but it makes the story that much better)
Luckily, my sweet neighbor was home and I immediately asked her for a ladder. I felt terrible bringing my stinky, sweaty self into her beautiful home even though my kids were ecstatic. She pulled out her ladder and it was a few feet too short. We contemplated the two story drop from the only unlocked window in my house and figured we should attempt a few other options. Calling Fernando didn't work because he was across town in a surgery. She called her friends who owned the home prior to us moving in to find the security code for the garage which we have never been able to figure out. All else failed. I found a tall enough ladder and propped it up to my home. Some how looking up seemed far more doable. Looking down at my tile below was more than daunting.
Fearing a broken anything, I pulled the ladder up to the roof and dropped it down into my home. That was scary enough. With that minor set back, life went on as usual. I volunteered, went to library storytime, and mowed the lawn. I cleaned up my downstairs for recipe exchange, and made a should have been delicious soup but I fobbed the recipe. Number one plan tomorrow--spare keys in hidden places.
I quickly discovered the wisdom of my random thoughts when the garage door didn't even think about budging upon arrival at our home. I said a half heart felt prayer since I realized this was all avoidable and a direct consequence of ignoring spiritual promptings. At least I felt confident that Heavenly Father still helps those who choose to ignore His warnings, it just often isn't as easy.
Most mornings I have the kids fed and ready to go with plenty of time to get to school. This morning I decided to work out on the elliptical sitting in my garage. I felt so on top of things working out before I took Mia to school. I figured that I could mow the lawn after I got home and still have time to shower before going back to Mia's school to volunteer. I was so confident that I didn't even change out of my nighttime attire that happened to be Fernando's basketball shorts and an over sized military PT shirt. I didn't even put on a bra. (sorry for the TMI but it makes the story that much better)
Luckily, my sweet neighbor was home and I immediately asked her for a ladder. I felt terrible bringing my stinky, sweaty self into her beautiful home even though my kids were ecstatic. She pulled out her ladder and it was a few feet too short. We contemplated the two story drop from the only unlocked window in my house and figured we should attempt a few other options. Calling Fernando didn't work because he was across town in a surgery. She called her friends who owned the home prior to us moving in to find the security code for the garage which we have never been able to figure out. All else failed. I found a tall enough ladder and propped it up to my home. Some how looking up seemed far more doable. Looking down at my tile below was more than daunting.
Fearing a broken anything, I pulled the ladder up to the roof and dropped it down into my home. That was scary enough. With that minor set back, life went on as usual. I volunteered, went to library storytime, and mowed the lawn. I cleaned up my downstairs for recipe exchange, and made a should have been delicious soup but I fobbed the recipe. Number one plan tomorrow--spare keys in hidden places.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Hungee Mommy? Food, Yes
I love when little kids start making sentences out of the words they know. More often then not, it takes a whole lot of listening on the mom's part and lots gesturing on the child's part to ascertain the meaning of said sentences. Talia, like the rest of my children, loves to eat. Sometimes, when food isn't fast enough for her standards, things start to get ugly. Or she simply takes matters in to her own hands.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
I don't know much about this Baseball Thing
San Antonio winters are crazy. They have a bit of a schizophrenic feel. One day it's 64 degrees and everyone is outside soaking up the gorgeous weather and the very next day it will be 42 degrees. (please don't bock northerners. . .20 degrees in one day is hard to adjust to) A few weeks ago we were enjoying such fine weather with a neighborhood friend. I suggested that the kids grab some soccer balls and have races in the backyard. I came out to find one soccer ball and one basketball. The child was kicking her little heart away at the said basketball before I stopped her. I informed her that basketballs are bounced by hand and not our feet and decided that I should grab the real soccer ball for her.
As Tiago and our friend lined up, the girl cleared her blunder by stating "I just don't know that much about this baseball thing"!
The above photo was taken during one of Fernando's and Tiago's hang out sessions. (daddy son date sounded a little lame) Tiago is strangely very good at baseball. Fernando attributes it to his white genes in him since Fernando insists that white people are better at "stick" sports. Who knows. Fernando sadly picked baseball instead of soccer when he was younger since soccer hadn't become cool in the states back in the 80's. May be it came from Fernando's early childhood training.
As Tiago and our friend lined up, the girl cleared her blunder by stating "I just don't know that much about this baseball thing"!
The above photo was taken during one of Fernando's and Tiago's hang out sessions. (daddy son date sounded a little lame) Tiago is strangely very good at baseball. Fernando attributes it to his white genes in him since Fernando insists that white people are better at "stick" sports. Who knows. Fernando sadly picked baseball instead of soccer when he was younger since soccer hadn't become cool in the states back in the 80's. May be it came from Fernando's early childhood training.
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