We've coined a new term in the Garner family... Floppy Joh! Sounds fun, but its no good, still too fresh to be funny even.
Last night I had planned an escape from the zoo. After feeding time and bathing of the monkeys, I put real clothes on and headed out the door with dreams of a movie theater, Starbucks, and singing really loudly in the car... All sans children.
I should have known better. No one cried, whined or contested when I left. This should have been my first indication, but it wasn't I got on the freeway already belting out notes one should not attempt while recovering from a cold.
RIIIIIIINNNNNG!! Like the sounds of a prison door closing! I answer, and my worst nightmare is realized. One of my monkeys, my littlest monkeys is hurt.
It seems my little Joh fell and bit his tongue, so badly grandma wanted me to return to the zoo and inspect the injuries myself. Taking the nearest off ramp, I sped off in the direction of my house, only half looking out for the po po.
I pulled into the drive way and ran in, my Joh had fallen asleep in the arms of his grandma. I washed my hands so I could triage the patient. On first inspection I saw nothing to warrant extreme concern, but instantly I realized that my sleeping Joh hadn't even flinched when I opened his mouth.
I called his name ... nothing. My mom shook him, nothing. He was dead weight,just flopping about and even paler than usual. After we attempted to wake him again, and he still didn't respond I called 9-1-1. I haven't had to do that yet...call 9-1-1 in an emergency for one of my babies.
As I gave the operator our address Joh came to, cried and reached out to me. It was then I knew he was ok, and told the operator to cancel the Ambulance, police escort, helocopter, and three fire trucks just for show.
So, no more Floppy Johs! We don't like Floppy Joh's regardless how fun it is to say it!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I have a serious problem...
And just because I'm ready to admit it, doesn't mean I'm ready to change it.
To explain...
I'm having some serious lower back pain. It hurts to the point that I'll take an OTC med and even a prescribed muscle relaxer...but only a 1/4 of a tablet because I can't be incapacitated. If I do anything physical, walk, bend over, pick up a kid, scratch my butt... I'm in for some 10.0 pain scale pain... throw in some unpredictable muscle spasms and I'm a real piece of work. Ever since my childhood I have considered medicine as the last possible option, avoided at all costs, so if I pop a OTC pain med you can be assured that I'm in some serious, tear worthy pain.
So whats the problem you ask?
Well, I'm woman and a mother, and the later makes my wants, needs, and aliments, dog treats in the real world.
I recently underwent 6 weeks, three days each, of physical therapy for my neck and shoulder; in a nursing home I might add.
When I finally made an appointment to have it evaluated the doctor was astonished to learn I have been dealing with this issue for at least six years ago. Just about the time I had my first child, and my right arm started the work of six. She kindly berated me for waiting so long to have it looked at, ordered x-rays and prescribed muscle relaxers that would have CPS agents tripping over themselves.
After six weeks of physical therapy I learned I've been picking up, pulling, twisting, and breathing wrong. I was again lectured by my therapist for waiting so long, she took it out on me as she applied 3 tons of pressure on a knot the size of the titanic in my shoulder. At the end of my alloted visits my therapist aka torture director informed me that a. I was doing great! My range of motion had doubled. b. I could continue with Physical Therapy if I wanted to... but she suggested c. I follow up with my doctor and request (read: beg) for additional diagnostics.
So here I am, again, at the threshold, at the mercy of doctors and medical personnel who cannot fathom why I've waited so long for something that I swear hurts as much as childbirth. I need an appointment for my right lower back. It hurts, it hurts everyday sometimes all day. It pinches, it twitches it goes into full spasm mode which feels like hell within my short-less-than 5 foot frame.
Why didn't I call when it first started? Please read through the reasons below, and some how understand its because of all of them. There is no set order of relevance, complete random- reason-vomit if you will.
1. Making a phone call with three children is harder than putting together a full sized desk that comes in a box the size of a toaster. Inevitably someone will get hurt, spill a gallon of a sticky substance, start bleeding, vomiting or freaking out because Dora the Explorer is over.
2. Scheduling an appointment concurrent with school, traffic, and naps is less difficult than reassembling a bicycle blindfolded, but with just as much stress and apprehension. Its difficult to convince a health provider you're in sincere pain, when you're holding one child on your lap, pulling another off the exam table, and giving the "We're almost done!" eyes to another. Securing a babysitter is the Holy Grail, great idea, but never found.
3. I know, without a doubt I wont be taken serious.
After being being pregnant three times, suffering more pain and discomfort than you would wish upon your worst enemy, I am told by my doctor and then midwife, "Yes, pregnancy is hard".
Imagine having the pain, pressure and pain of a watermelon barreling down on your girlie bits with the force of a 14 category hurricane during a 7.9 earthquake...now imagine a MALE physician instructing you to NOT push as if you have a choice. A PhD does not make you an expert, it does not empower one to tell a pregnant woman what she's enduring is just the normal effects of pregnancy, nor does it give one the right to tell a crowning woman to stop pushing.
So, just because I've assumed years of discomfort and moderate pain... doesn't mean the excruciating pain I am now dealing with isn't relevant and worthy of your sincere consideration.
4. Lastly, and most important. I waited because I had better things to do. Homework, laundry, grocery shopping, even yard-work took precedence to my unworthy condition. I put my children, my husband, my responsibilities before all else.
Where did I learn that you ask?
I learnt it from my mother, she her mother, she from her mother.
I learnt it from the health providers that wrote my concerns off... certainly I was over exaggerating. A prescription for Motrin 800mg will certainly cure it ALL.
Its who I am on a biological level...Take care of everything, everyone else...and if you're still awake maybe take care of yourself. But probably not, better get to sleep, it all starts again in just a few short hours.
5. Because when I called for an appointment I was told there were none for today or tomorrow. I can't schedule one for the day after next, because acute appointments can only be scheduled 24 hours out. Please call back tomorrow morning. Lather, rinse, repeat...
So, hi my name is Lea. My 29 year old body is falling apart and its nearly impossible for me to do anything about it.
Whats worse is, it is my greatest responsibility to take care of myself, but I don't see it that way, and so I fail. That is why I wait until the pain is unbearable, this is why I ignore what starts as discomfort and grows into something I can no longer ignore.
I am a Mother before I am a person...and that is probably my biggest downfall.
To explain...
I'm having some serious lower back pain. It hurts to the point that I'll take an OTC med and even a prescribed muscle relaxer...but only a 1/4 of a tablet because I can't be incapacitated. If I do anything physical, walk, bend over, pick up a kid, scratch my butt... I'm in for some 10.0 pain scale pain... throw in some unpredictable muscle spasms and I'm a real piece of work. Ever since my childhood I have considered medicine as the last possible option, avoided at all costs, so if I pop a OTC pain med you can be assured that I'm in some serious, tear worthy pain.
So whats the problem you ask?
Well, I'm woman and a mother, and the later makes my wants, needs, and aliments, dog treats in the real world.
I recently underwent 6 weeks, three days each, of physical therapy for my neck and shoulder; in a nursing home I might add.
When I finally made an appointment to have it evaluated the doctor was astonished to learn I have been dealing with this issue for at least six years ago. Just about the time I had my first child, and my right arm started the work of six. She kindly berated me for waiting so long to have it looked at, ordered x-rays and prescribed muscle relaxers that would have CPS agents tripping over themselves.
After six weeks of physical therapy I learned I've been picking up, pulling, twisting, and breathing wrong. I was again lectured by my therapist for waiting so long, she took it out on me as she applied 3 tons of pressure on a knot the size of the titanic in my shoulder. At the end of my alloted visits my therapist aka torture director informed me that a. I was doing great! My range of motion had doubled. b. I could continue with Physical Therapy if I wanted to... but she suggested c. I follow up with my doctor and request (read: beg) for additional diagnostics.
So here I am, again, at the threshold, at the mercy of doctors and medical personnel who cannot fathom why I've waited so long for something that I swear hurts as much as childbirth. I need an appointment for my right lower back. It hurts, it hurts everyday sometimes all day. It pinches, it twitches it goes into full spasm mode which feels like hell within my short-less-than 5 foot frame.
Why didn't I call when it first started? Please read through the reasons below, and some how understand its because of all of them. There is no set order of relevance, complete random- reason-vomit if you will.
1. Making a phone call with three children is harder than putting together a full sized desk that comes in a box the size of a toaster. Inevitably someone will get hurt, spill a gallon of a sticky substance, start bleeding, vomiting or freaking out because Dora the Explorer is over.
2. Scheduling an appointment concurrent with school, traffic, and naps is less difficult than reassembling a bicycle blindfolded, but with just as much stress and apprehension. Its difficult to convince a health provider you're in sincere pain, when you're holding one child on your lap, pulling another off the exam table, and giving the "We're almost done!" eyes to another. Securing a babysitter is the Holy Grail, great idea, but never found.
3. I know, without a doubt I wont be taken serious.
After being being pregnant three times, suffering more pain and discomfort than you would wish upon your worst enemy, I am told by my doctor and then midwife, "Yes, pregnancy is hard".
Imagine having the pain, pressure and pain of a watermelon barreling down on your girlie bits with the force of a 14 category hurricane during a 7.9 earthquake...now imagine a MALE physician instructing you to NOT push as if you have a choice. A PhD does not make you an expert, it does not empower one to tell a pregnant woman what she's enduring is just the normal effects of pregnancy, nor does it give one the right to tell a crowning woman to stop pushing.
So, just because I've assumed years of discomfort and moderate pain... doesn't mean the excruciating pain I am now dealing with isn't relevant and worthy of your sincere consideration.
4. Lastly, and most important. I waited because I had better things to do. Homework, laundry, grocery shopping, even yard-work took precedence to my unworthy condition. I put my children, my husband, my responsibilities before all else.
Where did I learn that you ask?
I learnt it from my mother, she her mother, she from her mother.
I learnt it from the health providers that wrote my concerns off... certainly I was over exaggerating. A prescription for Motrin 800mg will certainly cure it ALL.
Its who I am on a biological level...Take care of everything, everyone else...and if you're still awake maybe take care of yourself. But probably not, better get to sleep, it all starts again in just a few short hours.
5. Because when I called for an appointment I was told there were none for today or tomorrow. I can't schedule one for the day after next, because acute appointments can only be scheduled 24 hours out. Please call back tomorrow morning. Lather, rinse, repeat...
So, hi my name is Lea. My 29 year old body is falling apart and its nearly impossible for me to do anything about it.
Whats worse is, it is my greatest responsibility to take care of myself, but I don't see it that way, and so I fail. That is why I wait until the pain is unbearable, this is why I ignore what starts as discomfort and grows into something I can no longer ignore.
I am a Mother before I am a person...and that is probably my biggest downfall.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Sometimes the best ideas are STOLEN.
Months ago I decided I'd steal my bestie's Deployment Countdown craft idea... She stole it from NoTimeForFlashCards although it seems the original post is gone. Of course I think mine is by far the cutest rendition, but I'm sure you could have guessed that!
Daddy is underway for deployment. To help the girls understand the length of time I adapted Kelsey's version and made it all our own.
This is now hung on our sliding glass door.
Daddy is underway for deployment. To help the girls understand the length of time I adapted Kelsey's version and made it all our own.
This is now hung on our sliding glass door.
Here Gogo holds our sea creatures awaiting placement (from Wallyworld). Please note her amazing sense of style.
Every night the girls will place a certain amount of sea creatures onto our ocean scene. When the container is empty daddy will be home!
For OPSEC reasons my complicated formula for daily placed sea creatures will not be revealed, and can not be understood simply by looking at the picture. Certain sea creatures amount for different day amounts, color also plays a part. The very placement of the sea creatures makes breaking the code extremely hard :D
PRIDE RUNS DEEP!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
The Story of The Ring
It was late 1996, or early 1997... My mom had recently divorced my step dad, and we moved into the condos with Bright Blue Doors. I remember when we toured the model home, I crossed my fingers that we wouldn't get the place... The blue doors could be seen for miles and miles, and it didn't help that these condos were atop a hill overlooking the newly expanding city of Corona.
I remember embarrassingly explaining to friends where we now lived... "Yea, we moved into a Condo, the ones on the hill...you know the ones with blue doors..."
"Oh, those ones!"
In my teenage mind I hated the Condominium manager, I imagined that he had a budget to paint the doors... found a huge surplus of clearance paint at Home Depot, and used the remaining monies at Angels on the OTHER side of the railroad track. Thanks buddy, for making my teenagehood all that more miserable!
So one bored night, one of many I must say... My brother, Ryan and I ventured down to the lower half of our Blue Door community to use the work out room. I'm pretty sure my intent wasn't about working out, but rather I hoped I'd meet some kids my age. I went to school 20 miles away, so I didn't have any friends around.
After a few minutes of attempting to use the machinery, disappointed that it wasn't swarmed with cute boys, I looked down and just happened to find a ring on the floor. There was no one else there, and I knew I couldn't trust the next person to return it.
When we got home I told my mom what I had found, she immediately told me to take it to the management office.
Yeah riiiiiiiight...
Obviously my mom didn't know how the world works... Why would I take this ring to the office...so the stupid clearance blue paint guy could take it home? He'd probably pawn it for $25 and spend it at aforementioned Angels, on the WRONG side of the tracks.
So, I did what I thought was best... I made a sign, something like... "Have you lost a piece of jewelry? Call 909-555-5555 to identify" A few days later, I remember distinctly my mom asking if I had in fact given the ring to the management office, I lied and told her I had.
I honestly believed I needed to get it back to its owner myself, I didn't trust anyone else. Besides, looking back... I probably was hoping that this girl would call, be so thankful I had found her ring and returned it and we'd end up best friends.
I had searched a million times, Myspace.com, Classmates.com, Zabasearch.com, Facebook.com, Yahoo.com, etc. etc. etc. I made a faux profile on Classmates, one for a school I hadn't gone to. I was desperate to return the ring. I joined the Myspace group for her school, I even tracked down people that had known her... I considered contacting the school but I never got very far, until today.
It took more than ten years, but today I found the ring's owner.
I found her on Facebook...but only after getting an alert that she had joined Classmates.com. I couldn't contact her via Classmates without joining and paying some crazy fee to do so. But I did have a new piece of the puzzle...her married name. Instantly I punched it in Facebook, no luck... I tried Myspace... No luck... Then I did a general search on Google. HIT. She hyphenated her name... I found her AND a link to her Facebook. I immediately sent her a message, to make sure she was the right "Stacie S."
Stacie responded, she did in fact attend Centennial High in Corona, California... Class of 1997...
I've probably spent a collective 20 hours searching for her in the past ten years. The ring went with me when I moved to Los Angeles, and then here to Hawaii.
Its got one more move to make...back to its owner, after so many years...
P.S. Mom, are you mad?
UPDATE: The Ring is enroute to Nebraska as of 10/27/09. Too cool...
I remember embarrassingly explaining to friends where we now lived... "Yea, we moved into a Condo, the ones on the hill...you know the ones with blue doors..."
"Oh, those ones!"
In my teenage mind I hated the Condominium manager, I imagined that he had a budget to paint the doors... found a huge surplus of clearance paint at Home Depot, and used the remaining monies at Angels on the OTHER side of the railroad track. Thanks buddy, for making my teenagehood all that more miserable!
The Ring.
So one bored night, one of many I must say... My brother, Ryan and I ventured down to the lower half of our Blue Door community to use the work out room. I'm pretty sure my intent wasn't about working out, but rather I hoped I'd meet some kids my age. I went to school 20 miles away, so I didn't have any friends around.
After a few minutes of attempting to use the machinery, disappointed that it wasn't swarmed with cute boys, I looked down and just happened to find a ring on the floor. There was no one else there, and I knew I couldn't trust the next person to return it.
When we got home I told my mom what I had found, she immediately told me to take it to the management office.
Yeah riiiiiiiight...
Obviously my mom didn't know how the world works... Why would I take this ring to the office...so the stupid clearance blue paint guy could take it home? He'd probably pawn it for $25 and spend it at aforementioned Angels, on the WRONG side of the tracks.
So, I did what I thought was best... I made a sign, something like... "Have you lost a piece of jewelry? Call 909-555-5555 to identify" A few days later, I remember distinctly my mom asking if I had in fact given the ring to the management office, I lied and told her I had.
I honestly believed I needed to get it back to its owner myself, I didn't trust anyone else. Besides, looking back... I probably was hoping that this girl would call, be so thankful I had found her ring and returned it and we'd end up best friends.
No one ever called.
This ring HAD to get back to its owner, it wasn't just a ring, it was a CLASS RING. 10 kt Gold, light blue gem, six small diamonds... 1997, Centennial High, engraved with "Stacie Sxxxxxx. My search began...
I had searched a million times, Myspace.com, Classmates.com, Zabasearch.com, Facebook.com, Yahoo.com, etc. etc. etc. I made a faux profile on Classmates, one for a school I hadn't gone to. I was desperate to return the ring. I joined the Myspace group for her school, I even tracked down people that had known her... I considered contacting the school but I never got very far, until today.
It took more than ten years, but today I found the ring's owner.
I found her on Facebook...but only after getting an alert that she had joined Classmates.com. I couldn't contact her via Classmates without joining and paying some crazy fee to do so. But I did have a new piece of the puzzle...her married name. Instantly I punched it in Facebook, no luck... I tried Myspace... No luck... Then I did a general search on Google. HIT. She hyphenated her name... I found her AND a link to her Facebook. I immediately sent her a message, to make sure she was the right "Stacie S."
Stacie responded, she did in fact attend Centennial High in Corona, California... Class of 1997...
I've probably spent a collective 20 hours searching for her in the past ten years. The ring went with me when I moved to Los Angeles, and then here to Hawaii.
Its got one more move to make...back to its owner, after so many years...
P.S. Mom, are you mad?
UPDATE: The Ring is enroute to Nebraska as of 10/27/09. Too cool...
Friday, October 16, 2009
An act of desperation...
Or SHEER Genius!?
You decide!
Mr. Coffee Maker $15.00 (Black Friday Score)
Folger's French Roast $8.67 (Free after Coupons)
Slip, fall CRASH... Broken Carafe $9.00 (Replacement from Wally World)
Making coffee against all odds?? Priceless...
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Operation Popps Continues!
And the beat goes on...
Check out HAWAIIMILITARYWIVES.com/board for all the latest! We've got updates on the family, pictures, and details on the Blood Drive to be held in celebration of baby Christian's amazing recovery!
Check out HAWAIIMILITARYWIVES.com/board for all the latest! We've got updates on the family, pictures, and details on the Blood Drive to be held in celebration of baby Christian's amazing recovery!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
OPERATION <3 Popps **Updated!!**
The Entire Popp Family has been reunited! Baby Christian is recovering beautifully from his surgery, and his big brothers couldn't be happier with the new addition!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your love, support and prayers.
God BLESS!
Orginal Post:
Since our start in 2004, HMW (HawaiiMilitaryWives.com) has come together several times, to help one of our own.
Here's how you can help!
Thank you from ALL of HMW and the Popp Family and Friends!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your love, support and prayers.
God BLESS!
Orginal Post:
Since our start in 2004, HMW (HawaiiMilitaryWives.com) has come together several times, to help one of our own.
That time has come once again...
If you're willing and able we need your help!
Curtis and Kelsey Popp welcomed a beautiful baby Boy, Christian Kenneth Popp on August 23rd, at 6:31am at Castle Medical Center in Kailua, Hawaii. He weighed 7lbs. 13oz. and 19 inches long. After a rushed and complicated delivery mom and baby were separated just minutes after being born.
Just hours later Christian was diagnosed with a congenital heart failure, and will need to be life flighted to Children's Hospital San Diego. Curtis and Kelsey will not be permitted to accompany their son on his first plane ride, at just six days old. They will both take a commercial flight to San Diego where they've been told to expect may be a 6 week stay.
In addition to his loving parents, Christian has two brothers Conner (4yrs), and Cohen (2yrs) and his infant cousin Ethan (6mo). Ethan's father is a hero at work in Afganistan and will remain in the Popps care until his father's return to the US. Conner, Cohen, and Ethan will remain here in Hawaii with their proud Grandpa Jay Kenneth, with whom Christian is named after.
The Popps are hoping to reunite the entire family in San Diego, after Christian is deemed stable following his much needed open heart surgery.Upon their arrival Curtis and Kelsey will take residence at the brand new Ronald McDonald House.
Once the entire Popp family makes it to San Diego new accomidations will be needed, as only four, including baby Christian can be housed at the RM House.
Here's how you can help!
-Donate good ol' greens via PayPal :
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-Donate Gift Cards/Cash! Check your stash, or purchase new ones.
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Keep baby Christian and his entire family in your hearts and prayers, ask your friends, family, and church contacts to also pray
Donate funds that are directly helping The Popp family and so many others!
Thank you from ALL of HMW and the Popp Family and Friends!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
"Wooooooooo saaaaaaaaaaH"
You know to be perfectly honest my day to day life is pretty extraordinary, repetitive yes, boring no!
After being victim to a nasty bout of viral gastroenteritis, sick for a week, even a visit to the Tripler Day Spa (read ER) I have a new lease on life! I feel redeemed from being burnt out by all of my Day to Day Operations, a hidden blessing you could say!
I awoke with three children in my bed, I have no idea how they got there, I personally put them in their own beds last night. You never know how small a queen sized bed is until you share it with three little people...especially ones that have a deep seeded hankering to sleep as close to you, preferably on you with occassional kicking and flaling about.
After three failed attempts to beseech them back to La La Land (One of my FAVORITE vacation spots) I grimly made my way into the bathroom, before I have had a chance to fully wake up the demands start...
"Mama I want chocket melk!!"
"Mama what we dunnin today?"
"Mama, my daddy home?"
"Mama, I thought you makin' me chocket melk!!??"
Begging for just a moment of peace I throw my contacts in my eyes, sorrowfully glancing at what could be a glorious hot shower and head towards the kitchen. Its happened again... ghosts, robbers, geckos, or Hawaiian Menehune have once again stolen into my house, into my kitchen and left it a disaster! OK, that's not the truth, but it feels like it! Its takes 2.5 seconds for my clean, organized kitchen to turn into complete chaos. Its all that damn "chocket melk" orders I fill!! The fun stuff is when the "chocket melk" cups don't make it to the sink before they start a curdled milk nightmare!
So the "chocket milk" orders have been filled, the dogs have been let out, fed, watered, the trash has been taken out, and cartoons are ON. Time to get my bearings, today's going to be a big day! We've made plans with our Le Popps!
The plan is:
After being victim to a nasty bout of viral gastroenteritis, sick for a week, even a visit to the Tripler Day Spa (read ER) I have a new lease on life! I feel redeemed from being burnt out by all of my Day to Day Operations, a hidden blessing you could say!
I awoke with three children in my bed, I have no idea how they got there, I personally put them in their own beds last night. You never know how small a queen sized bed is until you share it with three little people...especially ones that have a deep seeded hankering to sleep as close to you, preferably on you with occassional kicking and flaling about.
After three failed attempts to beseech them back to La La Land (One of my FAVORITE vacation spots) I grimly made my way into the bathroom, before I have had a chance to fully wake up the demands start...
"Mama I want chocket melk!!"
"Mama what we dunnin today?"
"Mama, my daddy home?"
"Mama, I thought you makin' me chocket melk!!??"
Begging for just a moment of peace I throw my contacts in my eyes, sorrowfully glancing at what could be a glorious hot shower and head towards the kitchen. Its happened again... ghosts, robbers, geckos, or Hawaiian Menehune have once again stolen into my house, into my kitchen and left it a disaster! OK, that's not the truth, but it feels like it! Its takes 2.5 seconds for my clean, organized kitchen to turn into complete chaos. Its all that damn "chocket melk" orders I fill!! The fun stuff is when the "chocket melk" cups don't make it to the sink before they start a curdled milk nightmare!
So the "chocket milk" orders have been filled, the dogs have been let out, fed, watered, the trash has been taken out, and cartoons are ON. Time to get my bearings, today's going to be a big day! We've made plans with our Le Popps!
The plan is:
- Story Time at the Salt Lake Library @10:30am.
- Layover at Pass & Id (Mrs. Le Popp needs new base stickers...expired much!!!??)
- Picnic lunch at "The Blue Park" near Scott Pool on Pearl Harbor.
- Makalapa Clinic for Rx pick up.
- Quick stop at Le Popp residence to drop off a.) Carpet Cleaner b.)Dumpster Dived Excersaucer.
- Return to Kapolei for rest and relaxation (read Laundry and Dishes galore!)
But alas, I said extraordinary!
Minutes before we leave the house to begin our adventures I receive a call from Mrs. Le Popp whom informs me that Popplet #1 is feeling sick...so much so that he's asking for medicine and declines all previously planned festivities... I'm immediately mentally assaulted of visions of my aforementioned sickness. Time to re plan:
I decide to forget Story Time and instead knock off a few "To Dews" I've got.
So we head out the door, in search of the nearest Sprint Store. My poor Black Berry roller ball is ready to jump ship, and the previously spilled orange juice just isn't holding it together anymore! To my great dismay we walk into the Sprint Store only to find its completely overrun with people. Apparently people in the real world get today off, must be nice!
After waiting 20 minutes to "Check In" I'm told I can leave my phone and return in an hour. Feeling optimistic about our day I cheerfully head to the nearest Ben Franklin's. A quick Craft shopping trip to fill an hour, then off to the park...or so I thought!
As soon as we pull into a parking stall Jordan announces she needs to use the restroom, I think I growled... I know beyond a shadow of a doubt Ben Franklin's doesn't have a public restroom, so I ask where the nearest one is...
"Chuck E Cheese or Mc Donalds"
Seriously? Why not freakin' Disney Land!! I took the obvious choice and led my three ducklings down the street, up a flight of stairs to Mc Donalds. My "chocket melk" lover enthusiastically points out the Play Place just as I see a sign "Restrooms closed for Repairs". I reroute my brood back in the direction to Ben Franklin's with no other option but Chuck E Cheese. In my head I practice my opening lines to the expected door attendants...
'Hi, can we use the restroom... No, we're not paying customers... '
'Hi, GREAT shirt...can my kid use the restroom?'
Swallowing my pride and embarrassment I say nothing to the door attendant who's only care in the world is to stamp my hand with a black light specific hand stamp... (Great, no chance of ditchin' my kids here for a kidless craft shopping trip!) We head off past the flashing, noisy games, my poor kids drooling... After we all ceremoniously wash our hands and make our way to the exit doors I again start preparing my monologue...
'We're leaving now, we're fast huh!'
'HA We got you, we just peed for FREE!!'
I settled on mumbling something about our friend not being there... they didn't even check to see if my black light specific hand stamped matched that of the three kidlets on my heel... Oh well, guess I'll take them home, kinda cute anyways I suppose! ;)
We spent a horrific 45 minutes in Ben Franklin's where I somehow managed to pick out seed beads and pinwheels without breaking the whole store... We head back to Sprint, pick up my fixed Black Berry and head towards the Le Popps to make our delivery!
Once at Le Popp Res we learn that Popplet #1 is feeling MUCH better and ready to play! I unload my gang and head into the house... Ooooooohhh Aaaaahhhh, Air Conditioning! FREE Air Conditioning... I could stay there all day! And we did! The kids played (read playfoughtplayfought) and I covertly ate an entire box of Crunch n Munch, my drug of choice!
At 6pm Mrs. Le Popp and I decide to head towards Waikele Outlets in search of some fabulous July 4th Sales. We started at Oshkosh, put our finds on "hold", headed over to Carter's, back to Oshkosh, and up to The Children's Place.
Its there that I wanted to run for the hills! There was 1/2 dozen "$2.99" clothing racks that needed my attention, but six kidlets and two mama bears leaves lots of room for monkeying around! It still amazes me that the proper authorities weren't alerted! Of two things I'm sure of... Everyone in that store thinks we're horrible moms for letting our precious children run a muck, if they don't already have children they swore they'd never purposely have any(more)!
We left with four HUGE bags of clothes...and our tails between our legs.
My life is nothing short of an adventure! Lions, Tigers and Bears I've not got... but three monkeys with a passion to drive their mama batty I have!!!!
"Wooooooooo saaaaaaaaaaH"
Friday, June 19, 2009
My Joh, a year old...
Its been a year since God above blessed me with a beautiful baby boy... I never thought I'd get the honor to mother a boy baby, and I'm madly in love!
Just for fun...
Kelz took an awesome picture of Joh sitting in her small garden infront of her house. We both agreed he looked like the perfect garden gnome with a bit of tweaking of course! ;)
By the way... Josiah is nicknamed "Joey" but I almostly immediately changed it to "Johey" to honor Kelsey Joh. She attended his birth, dispite my foul language and rude demands!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY my baby boy!!
Lets add a stolen hat from some unsuspecting picture uploader... Nice knitting! Hid the hair blowing in the wind with foliage !!
A gnome isn't a gnome with out a beard!! Some more internet theivery and fancy Paint mastery!
Oh dear, receeding beardness...lets fix that!!
Fixed the beard!
Lets bring that cute face back out here!!
Brillant!! Another great plug for the awesomeness that is Picnik.com!!
Just for fun...
Kelz took an awesome picture of Joh sitting in her small garden infront of her house. We both agreed he looked like the perfect garden gnome with a bit of tweaking of course! ;)
By the way... Josiah is nicknamed "Joey" but I almostly immediately changed it to "Johey" to honor Kelsey Joh. She attended his birth, dispite my foul language and rude demands!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY my baby boy!!
Lets add a stolen hat from some unsuspecting picture uploader... Nice knitting! Hid the hair blowing in the wind with foliage !!
A gnome isn't a gnome with out a beard!! Some more internet theivery and fancy Paint mastery!
Oh dear, receeding beardness...lets fix that!!
Fixed the beard!
Lets bring that cute face back out here!!
Brillant!! Another great plug for the awesomeness that is Picnik.com!!
Friday, March 20, 2009
I just bought a house for $32!
I'm one heck of a bargain shopper huh!!! :P
http://www.seemynewhome.net/slideshow/r09020663/Congratulations.html?Frmusername=r09020663
($32 out of pocket, 30 years worth of mortgage payments) Contact me for the BEST realtor on Oahu!!
http://www.seemynewhome.net/slideshow/r09020663/Congratulations.html?Frmusername=r09020663
($32 out of pocket, 30 years worth of mortgage payments) Contact me for the BEST realtor on Oahu!!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
The Lord is My Strength...
Dh has been gone for just over a month and I'm settled into a great routine which isn't to say I'm not very vigilant about our safety while at home. At night I double check all the locks, set my alarm and sleep with my phone at arms reach.
My ultimate fear has been being woke up by my the alarm and being terrified and unable to move to protect my three young children... and last night it happened...
I awoke to the sound of my house alarm blaring. It took me a second to realize it wasn't a wake up alarm, or a fire alarm. Someone had opened a window or a door and was in my house. It felt like slow motion.
I immediately thought of my dogs, and realized they had not forewarned me... maybe I slept through that.
I jumped up not knowing what to do... do I call 911? Do I call the alarm company?
My alarm once went off but instantaneously my phone rang with the Alarm Company to verify all was well. I got no such call.
I rubbed my eyes, desperate for my contacts to moisten so I could see. Then Jocelyn came to my side awoken and scared by the noise. This reminded me that I had three little people to protect... I sent her back to her room, and started down the hall way.
I was desperate to hear anything, foot steps, growling, but more than anything a door opening and a scared bad guy retreating... Nothing. I grabbed a screwdriver left on the banister. I had put the crib together and thankfully hadn't cleaned up after myself...
As I took the first steps I dialed the alarm company, someone, anyone should probably be listening in... Before I hit the middle landing a comforting voice told me that it was a system malfunction. Still gripping the screwdriver with all my might I disarmed the alarm and reset it.
This all happened in 45 seconds or less...it felt like a life time. I was scared out of my mind but I was ready to kill anyone attempting to hurt my children...
I made my way back upstairs to comfort Johey who had woke up and was crying... I sat to rock and nurse him and the tears started to come.
My biggest fear had come and gone. I was still shaking from the adrenaline, my heart beat so fast I could hear it...but overall I was proud of myself. I didn't lay in bed scared to move, I didn't cower into a closet and await my fate... I grabbed the nearest tool and I was ready to fight.
I'm a military spouse and a mother, and I can do anything.
My ultimate fear has been being woke up by my the alarm and being terrified and unable to move to protect my three young children... and last night it happened...
I awoke to the sound of my house alarm blaring. It took me a second to realize it wasn't a wake up alarm, or a fire alarm. Someone had opened a window or a door and was in my house. It felt like slow motion.
I immediately thought of my dogs, and realized they had not forewarned me... maybe I slept through that.
I jumped up not knowing what to do... do I call 911? Do I call the alarm company?
My alarm once went off but instantaneously my phone rang with the Alarm Company to verify all was well. I got no such call.
I rubbed my eyes, desperate for my contacts to moisten so I could see. Then Jocelyn came to my side awoken and scared by the noise. This reminded me that I had three little people to protect... I sent her back to her room, and started down the hall way.
I was desperate to hear anything, foot steps, growling, but more than anything a door opening and a scared bad guy retreating... Nothing. I grabbed a screwdriver left on the banister. I had put the crib together and thankfully hadn't cleaned up after myself...
As I took the first steps I dialed the alarm company, someone, anyone should probably be listening in... Before I hit the middle landing a comforting voice told me that it was a system malfunction. Still gripping the screwdriver with all my might I disarmed the alarm and reset it.
This all happened in 45 seconds or less...it felt like a life time. I was scared out of my mind but I was ready to kill anyone attempting to hurt my children...
I made my way back upstairs to comfort Johey who had woke up and was crying... I sat to rock and nurse him and the tears started to come.
My biggest fear had come and gone. I was still shaking from the adrenaline, my heart beat so fast I could hear it...but overall I was proud of myself. I didn't lay in bed scared to move, I didn't cower into a closet and await my fate... I grabbed the nearest tool and I was ready to fight.
I'm a military spouse and a mother, and I can do anything.
Friday, February 20, 2009
I believe in Child Labor...
Well... only when it benefits me! :P
I noticed the playroom walls were looking a wee bit DISGUSTING so I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone!
I handed each kidlet a wet towel and told them to get cleanin'!! I cheered them on, telling them how White they were getting the walls! They had fun, and had NO idea I had tricked them into a chore! Now if only they could do laundry and dishes!!
I noticed the playroom walls were looking a wee bit DISGUSTING so I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone!
I handed each kidlet a wet towel and told them to get cleanin'!! I cheered them on, telling them how White they were getting the walls! They had fun, and had NO idea I had tricked them into a chore! Now if only they could do laundry and dishes!!
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Just A Weaver
Just A Weaver
by Benjamine Malachi Franklin
My life is but a weaving,
between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes he weaveth sorrow,
and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper,
and I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent,
and the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas,
and explain the reasons why
The dark threads are as needful
in the skillful weaver's hand
As threads of gold and silver
in the pattern He has planned.
by Benjamine Malachi Franklin
My life is but a weaving,
between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes he weaveth sorrow,
and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper,
and I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent,
and the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas,
and explain the reasons why
The dark threads are as needful
in the skillful weaver's hand
As threads of gold and silver
in the pattern He has planned.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
And this is how the cooki... Laptop Crumbles...
What a day, what a day!
My day started off as any other Wednesday... I Woke up, drank some coffee with Peppermint Mocha creamer {{YUM!!}} and waited for my Popp Children to arrive. After kissing Kelz on the cheek and smacking her butt as she left for the office I settled into my cream colored leather couch and began my normal Internet routine... check Gmail.com, check HawaiiMilitaryWives.com/board, check Myspace, etc. etc.
Main Objectives for the Day:
1. Review Black Friday Ads and compile list of WANTS.
2. Decide whether or not I "need" a new Lappy. (ALERT: HP SUCKS. END PSA.)
3. Review List of Wants...
4. Review BF Ads again, List again, Ads again...
Everything was normal until Kelz came home with the bacon and I forced her to accompany me to Mc Doodles for an impulse "lunch" while the older children's went to Speech. Once at the Promised Land, I ordered, what else, but the norm! (Even Gogo could order this on her own!!)
'Number 10, Coke, and Sweet 'N Sour Sauce'... {{PAUSE}} 'add a Hot Fudge Sundae, extra Hot Fudge please'
Maybe that's what sent things spiraling...but I had to spring for the ice cream goodness, it was my fault Kelz was in the Sacred Place to begin with!
I get my order, (Read in the voice of that Lord of the Rings-creepy-guy)
WAIT! There's NO extra Hot Fudge in my sister wife's Hot Fudge Sundae... I quickly scan my receipt, no charge for it... I throw a really dirty look at the much too old lady working the counter. (Who lets their 80 year old grammah work at Macadonaldz nEways!?) ::ROLLEYES::
This is where it gets really bad... The clock strikes 12:58pm and we make our way out to the car... As I start to back out a flat bed tow truck surprisingly comes into my field of vision backing up with little or NO consideration for anything or anyone in its way. I quickly stop my reverse and thank God for sparing my bumper. I recover, and start to back out again... then quickly slam on the brakes... There's an old women right behind me and she came out of NO WHERE!! She must be friends with the Mean Hot Fudge lady... I Begin to reverse for the THIRD time and GOOD LORD there's NO room to back out!! Three point turn, and I'm starting to think I need to get home quickly and STAY home.
1:05pm... Back at the Elementary School; I pull into an empty "Reserved" Parking stall, buckled up Jordie, got in the driver seat, looked in my rear view mirror only to find... Another mother has blocked me in... No problem, she's here to pick up her kidlet too. I sit and wait... I wait and watch as she has a conversation with her son ... presumably about his Turkey artwork. Now I'm getting irritated, besides...Jordan's rendition is sooo much better. Another minute passes by... Seriously? Do you not see me? Do you not care that you're double parked, taking your sweet time... Sure, I'm parked in a reserved spot...but that's not the point. After what seems like 23 minutes she finally finishes buckling in her kid and drives off... I'm more annoyed that she never even had the decency to look my way, I had a really good dirty look for her!! I don't like to waste those!
Ok, so back home... I think things are back to normal... Henry barks for no reason, normal. The house has mysteriously turned into a pigsty, normal. Kids wont nap, normal. I'm strangely calm in the chaos that is my life. . . Until. . .
Dusty comes home...and he's got a silly smirk on his face... Oh no, here it comes...
BaCkTrAcK tO mOnDaY: Dusty informs me he thinks he's lost his BRAND new Black Berry... I'm furious and nauseous all at once. He insisted on purchasing a $85 8GB to compliment this MP3 Player, Organizer, Camera, Movie Playing, disgustingly expensive phone... He goes back to the scene of the crime and confirms the worst when he finds his cracked clear case. If you're wondering, yes He got lots of dirty looks...LOTS.
BaCk To ThE fUtUrE: He walks in and says "So guess what I found on my rack today?"
Yupp, someone had found his Blackberry, ripped off the case with all the intentions of stealing it... Then this someone nicely returned it to his tin-can-Glorified-Cot.
Confuzled, but mostly relieved I ask him if the memory card is still there. It is! It is!!
But wait! UPS just delivered the replacement... what now!? The $50 deductible is non-refundable... Dare I say it? Does Lea get a new fantabulous phone!? What a day it would be!! Dusty calls the Sprint people, and yes... we get to keep it!! A $300+ phone for $50!!
The Birds are chirping, the sun is shining, somewhere in the world SOMEone is getting their extra Hot Fudge... All is perfect in the world... but NOT Lea's world...
Jordie, my recently clumsy daughter...trips on my Hp Laptop Power Adapter cord and pulls my laptop crashing to the floor. The birds stop chirping, the Mean Hot Fudge lady cackles in my ear... and my Hp Laptop now closely resembles a stain glass window ... broken in lots and lots of teeny pieces.
How ironic, just two days before the biggest shopping day of the Year! WAIT, that means my Warranty isn't expired! I bought that piece of crap on Black Friday LAST year!! I quickly sign onto HP ONLINE Cust. Service, using last-last years Crap HP Lappy and start a convo with Jahkmed (The "J" is silent).
Here's a snippet of our conversation...
Lea Garner : Hi Jahkmed, my Lappy fell and the LCD is broke yo'. So how's your mom, its been about a month since we last talked.
Jahkmed : That must have been very inconvenient. Thats very unfortunate to have this issue.
Jahkmed : Let me help you in this.
Lea Garner : ok
Jahkmed: Lea, does the sreen cracked and need to replce complete LCD screen to fix the issue?
Lea Garner : I think so but I'm not really sure what you just typed so...
Jahkmed : Because there is no be Troubleshoot or setting to fix the LCD screen insteak replacing complete screen.
Lea Garner : Yea, sorry Jahk still don't understand you.
Jahkmed : Thats clears that it need to replace complete LCD Screen. Let me check what best can do to fix or the best option to fix the issue.
Yea so... my warranty expired last month and Jahkmed tells me "The service charge for the Notebook is high in this regard, I suggest you to purchase completely key board and it will cost you less than the service done to the Notebook."
What a day... I'm refused extra hot fudge, I'm nearly obilerated by a tow truck, trapped by a craized mom, score a cool phone, get a GREAT excuse to buy a new laptop...and this is all in one day!!
Whats more? I wish I could tell you this a pretty extrodinary day for me... comparitively speaking it was pretty low key!
My day started off as any other Wednesday... I Woke up, drank some coffee with Peppermint Mocha creamer {{YUM!!}} and waited for my Popp Children to arrive. After kissing Kelz on the cheek and smacking her butt as she left for the office I settled into my cream colored leather couch and began my normal Internet routine... check Gmail.com, check HawaiiMilitaryWives.com/board, check Myspace, etc. etc.
Main Objectives for the Day:
1. Review Black Friday Ads and compile list of WANTS.
2. Decide whether or not I "need" a new Lappy. (ALERT: HP SUCKS. END PSA.)
3. Review List of Wants...
4. Review BF Ads again, List again, Ads again...
Everything was normal until Kelz came home with the bacon and I forced her to accompany me to Mc Doodles for an impulse "lunch" while the older children's went to Speech. Once at the Promised Land, I ordered, what else, but the norm! (Even Gogo could order this on her own!!)
'Number 10, Coke, and Sweet 'N Sour Sauce'... {{PAUSE}} 'add a Hot Fudge Sundae, extra Hot Fudge please'
Maybe that's what sent things spiraling...but I had to spring for the ice cream goodness, it was my fault Kelz was in the Sacred Place to begin with!
I get my order, (Read in the voice of that Lord of the Rings-creepy-guy)
'Fries...My Precious'
WAIT! There's NO extra Hot Fudge in my sister wife's Hot Fudge Sundae... I quickly scan my receipt, no charge for it... I throw a really dirty look at the much too old lady working the counter. (Who lets their 80 year old grammah work at Macadonaldz nEways!?) ::ROLLEYES::
This is where it gets really bad... The clock strikes 12:58pm and we make our way out to the car... As I start to back out a flat bed tow truck surprisingly comes into my field of vision backing up with little or NO consideration for anything or anyone in its way. I quickly stop my reverse and thank God for sparing my bumper. I recover, and start to back out again... then quickly slam on the brakes... There's an old women right behind me and she came out of NO WHERE!! She must be friends with the Mean Hot Fudge lady... I Begin to reverse for the THIRD time and GOOD LORD there's NO room to back out!! Three point turn, and I'm starting to think I need to get home quickly and STAY home.
1:05pm... Back at the Elementary School; I pull into an empty "Reserved" Parking stall, buckled up Jordie, got in the driver seat, looked in my rear view mirror only to find... Another mother has blocked me in... No problem, she's here to pick up her kidlet too. I sit and wait... I wait and watch as she has a conversation with her son ... presumably about his Turkey artwork. Now I'm getting irritated, besides...Jordan's rendition is sooo much better. Another minute passes by... Seriously? Do you not see me? Do you not care that you're double parked, taking your sweet time... Sure, I'm parked in a reserved spot...but that's not the point. After what seems like 23 minutes she finally finishes buckling in her kid and drives off... I'm more annoyed that she never even had the decency to look my way, I had a really good dirty look for her!! I don't like to waste those!
Ok, so back home... I think things are back to normal... Henry barks for no reason, normal. The house has mysteriously turned into a pigsty, normal. Kids wont nap, normal. I'm strangely calm in the chaos that is my life. . . Until. . .
Dusty comes home...and he's got a silly smirk on his face... Oh no, here it comes...
BaCkTrAcK tO mOnDaY: Dusty informs me he thinks he's lost his BRAND new Black Berry... I'm furious and nauseous all at once. He insisted on purchasing a $85 8GB to compliment this MP3 Player, Organizer, Camera, Movie Playing, disgustingly expensive phone... He goes back to the scene of the crime and confirms the worst when he finds his cracked clear case. If you're wondering, yes He got lots of dirty looks...LOTS.
BaCk To ThE fUtUrE: He walks in and says "So guess what I found on my rack today?"
Yupp, someone had found his Blackberry, ripped off the case with all the intentions of stealing it... Then this someone nicely returned it to his tin-can-Glorified-Cot.
Confuzled, but mostly relieved I ask him if the memory card is still there. It is! It is!!
But wait! UPS just delivered the replacement... what now!? The $50 deductible is non-refundable... Dare I say it? Does Lea get a new fantabulous phone!? What a day it would be!! Dusty calls the Sprint people, and yes... we get to keep it!! A $300+ phone for $50!!
The Birds are chirping, the sun is shining, somewhere in the world SOMEone is getting their extra Hot Fudge... All is perfect in the world... but NOT Lea's world...
Jordie, my recently clumsy daughter...trips on my Hp Laptop Power Adapter cord and pulls my laptop crashing to the floor. The birds stop chirping, the Mean Hot Fudge lady cackles in my ear... and my Hp Laptop now closely resembles a stain glass window ... broken in lots and lots of teeny pieces.
How ironic, just two days before the biggest shopping day of the Year! WAIT, that means my Warranty isn't expired! I bought that piece of crap on Black Friday LAST year!! I quickly sign onto HP ONLINE Cust. Service, using last-last years Crap HP Lappy and start a convo with Jahkmed (The "J" is silent).
Here's a snippet of our conversation...
Lea Garner : Hi Jahkmed, my Lappy fell and the LCD is broke yo'. So how's your mom, its been about a month since we last talked.
Jahkmed : That must have been very inconvenient. Thats very unfortunate to have this issue.
Jahkmed : Let me help you in this.
Lea Garner : ok
Jahkmed: Lea, does the sreen cracked and need to replce complete LCD screen to fix the issue?
Lea Garner : I think so but I'm not really sure what you just typed so...
Jahkmed : Because there is no be Troubleshoot or setting to fix the LCD screen insteak replacing complete screen.
Lea Garner : Yea, sorry Jahk still don't understand you.
Jahkmed : Thats clears that it need to replace complete LCD Screen. Let me check what best can do to fix or the best option to fix the issue.
Yea so... my warranty expired last month and Jahkmed tells me "The service charge for the Notebook is high in this regard, I suggest you to purchase completely key board and it will cost you less than the service done to the Notebook."
What a day... I'm refused extra hot fudge, I'm nearly obilerated by a tow truck, trapped by a craized mom, score a cool phone, get a GREAT excuse to buy a new laptop...and this is all in one day!!
Whats more? I wish I could tell you this a pretty extrodinary day for me... comparitively speaking it was pretty low key!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I got tagged!!
10 Years Ago, in November 1998,
I was:
1. a Senior in high school
2. Drove a Geo Metro with NO Hood... It flew off, literally and COMPLETELY!
3. Planning to join the Navy with Wendy...
4. Addicted to In N Out and Taco Bell.
5. Wishing I had never "homeschooled" my first semester of Freshman year.
Five things on today's "To Do" List:
1. Watch the last two episodes of Grey's Anatomy.
2. Try not to miss my Dusty too much...
3. Wait 'til the kids fall asleep and raid the kitchen.
4. Finish laundry...Finish. HAHAHA
5. Ignore the To Do List, tomorrow's a new day!
Five things that I would do if I were a millionaire:
1. Ok, how many millions are we talking? One? Several? Lets go with TEN. I'd invest five million.
2. Buy a house in Ohio, California, and Oahu.
3. Visit Europe, Australia, Africa, and anywhere else I can dream up!
4. Gift each parent with 500k. Appoint a trustee for the ones I can't trust to use it usefully!
5. Donate to some deserving charities!
Five places I have lived:
1. Rancho Cucamonga, California
2. Corona, California
3. Great Lakes, IL.
4. Hawaii Kai, Hi
5. Honolulu, Hi
Five jobs I have had:
1. Ruby's Food Server
2. Receptionist at California Animal Hospital, Dept of Surgery, now known as Animal Surgical and Emergency.
3. Puppy Nanny to Marjorie L. Everett
4. Receptionist at Kuakina Medical Center, Oahu.
5. Newborn photographer
Okay the five people I'm tagging are:
1. You
2. KatieD
3. You
4. You
5. You!
I was:
1. a Senior in high school
2. Drove a Geo Metro with NO Hood... It flew off, literally and COMPLETELY!
3. Planning to join the Navy with Wendy...
4. Addicted to In N Out and Taco Bell.
5. Wishing I had never "homeschooled" my first semester of Freshman year.
Five things on today's "To Do" List:
1. Watch the last two episodes of Grey's Anatomy.
2. Try not to miss my Dusty too much...
3. Wait 'til the kids fall asleep and raid the kitchen.
4. Finish laundry...Finish. HAHAHA
5. Ignore the To Do List, tomorrow's a new day!
Five things that I would do if I were a millionaire:
1. Ok, how many millions are we talking? One? Several? Lets go with TEN. I'd invest five million.
2. Buy a house in Ohio, California, and Oahu.
3. Visit Europe, Australia, Africa, and anywhere else I can dream up!
4. Gift each parent with 500k. Appoint a trustee for the ones I can't trust to use it usefully!
5. Donate to some deserving charities!
Five places I have lived:
1. Rancho Cucamonga, California
2. Corona, California
3. Great Lakes, IL.
4. Hawaii Kai, Hi
5. Honolulu, Hi
Five jobs I have had:
1. Ruby's Food Server
2. Receptionist at California Animal Hospital, Dept of Surgery, now known as Animal Surgical and Emergency.
3. Puppy Nanny to Marjorie L. Everett
4. Receptionist at Kuakina Medical Center, Oahu.
5. Newborn photographer
Okay the five people I'm tagging are:
1. You
2. KatieD
3. You
4. You
5. You!
The $1400 Schick Effect!!
"A picture is worth a thousand words..." blah, blah, blah...
The following picture is worth approximately $1,400.80 ... One Thousand, Four Hundred dollars and eighty cents in FREE groceries!! In the course of three months I purchased 1030 Schick Slim Twin Razor Two packs ($0.64), for each I redeemed a coupon for $2, thus I saved $1.36 for every razor I bought. Go ahead, read that again! ;)
I had to buy a chest freezer, my pantry is jam packed, and I'll NEVER need to buy another razor EVER again! :P
I always held my breath hoping the baskets were full, I carefully chose my cashier, I had my copy of the DECA Directive at the ready, and I argued with a dozen cashiers and managers and always won the fight... Shopping WILL never be the same.
Thank you Schick, from the bottom of my full chest freezer, Thank You!
P.S. I'll take a picture of my stash of Ky later!! ;)
The following picture is worth approximately $1,400.80 ... One Thousand, Four Hundred dollars and eighty cents in FREE groceries!! In the course of three months I purchased 1030 Schick Slim Twin Razor Two packs ($0.64), for each I redeemed a coupon for $2, thus I saved $1.36 for every razor I bought. Go ahead, read that again! ;)
I had to buy a chest freezer, my pantry is jam packed, and I'll NEVER need to buy another razor EVER again! :P
I always held my breath hoping the baskets were full, I carefully chose my cashier, I had my copy of the DECA Directive at the ready, and I argued with a dozen cashiers and managers and always won the fight... Shopping WILL never be the same.
Thank you Schick, from the bottom of my full chest freezer, Thank You!
P.S. I'll take a picture of my stash of Ky later!! ;)
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