Mom....in dog years.....

We had an emergency that added 10 years to my life. So now in dog years I am 110 years old and dead.
Samantha had a medical complication with her diabetes brought on by the stomach flu.
She ended up going to the hospital by ambulance and spent the night in ICU. She is now fine and back at school for a few days till break for Thanksgiving.

These photos were taken a few weekends ago. Her and her pooch.

Just a quick post, I am about 3 day's behind in everything and I keep passing myself, trying to catch up so I will be back..... I love all of these photos and I am so grateful for the love and support we received from our friends and family during this crisis... My family always amazes me with all their love, Paige... your my best friend and my sister, love you... and to our new family the Brown's, thank you for the calls and well wishes, you have no idea how much it means....

Ghostly Apparition.....

This is the most beautiful chicken I have ever seen.... I fell in love with her...

Her name is Ghost and she lives in Colorado with a little girl named Linkin, Evan's niece. The rest of the chickens are black and remind me of crows. But this beauty just shimmers silver... Evan handled the chickens and they were all so friendly... But alas.... she needed to stay in the west....*sigh*

Yes, I just had to mess with it....

the blog, I mean..... Its easier than moving the furniture in the living room and no one gets hurt in the dark....

Liz from PA...asked me to bring back the Quilt picture so I did, just a little more of it... So thanks Liz for your wonderful comment and enjoy....

Wall of shame.....

Its awful.... I found out this weekend that I am a CHEATER.....

But thankfully its totally on accident.... See Evan and I went out on Friday night to meet up with our buds, Noodle Ninja Warrior and Inspector Underpants at the Woodland Roadhouse and ended up heading back to the house for a game of Farkle.....

So as we are playing, and I take a chance on stealing extra points from Inspector Underpants, I Farkle, which means I didn't roll a 1 or a 5 dice... So I get 500 points deducted from my score.... UMMMM.... You mean you don't get the whole 1500 points I had bet on????? Only 500 points..... Now Evan is looking at me with raised eyebrows and a huge grin on his face.....

Evan: "You are in so much trouble you, Cheater.... I am going to tell my dad....."

Me: "What, I didn't mean it....Crap...OH my god... I taught your family with the wrong rules...what do you mean your going to call your dad and tell on me....."

Evan: gets out his phone and starts dialing.....

Me: "Crap, your dad is going to kill me....

Evan: Evil laugh..... his phone is ringing.....

So he rat finks the whole thing out to his dad....."Ya, dad you won't believe what Tina Marie did...." Everyone gets a good laugh, including me....even though I am quite embarrassed that I had that rule wrong, and I am pretty sure that cost his dad a couple of our Farkle games in Colorado...

Oh ya... by the way... Evan soundly whomped all our butts...

We went to my brothers (Chip and Michelle) for dinner on Saturday night... Watched the movie "Duplicity".... I sat there the whole time trying to follow the plot... I was very confused... I didn't like it at all.... So glad that Michelle and I did not waste 10 bucks to see it in the theaters for "Girls Night Out"...

Then on Sunday..... I killed a bra....totally on accident, but it was Samanthas favorite and I sent to to its doom in the dryer.....I mean I feel bad, but its not like I backed over the dog...but she stood there holding this limp black bra that used to stand up on its own and...."But mom you dont understand, I need all the help I can get and this was expensive" Sorry kiddo, I didnt mean it.....really.... want one of mine? We could stuff it with well....a whole sheet, might work....

Flat tires happen.... but......

why do they have to happen to me? OK, well I have been dealing with these dang, stupid, CHEAP tires since well, January 2009.... I was never in charge of tires, that was the EX's department.... I know how to change diapers NOT tires..... Sorry, that was the deal....

Then I found myself in charge of tires BY default..... Where is that damn referee in the game of life... he skipped out of the game too, rat fink....

So I have had one problem front tire, that keeps loosing air, due to a cheap set of rims that really are dinged up and don't hold the bead very well.....(yes, I do know that much, thanks to my POP, who keeps telling me how CHEAP someone was, yes I know Pop's, and I am sorry I made the diaper deal, should have been the other way around, but then your grand kids butts would have been a MESS)

So on Monday, I dropped Nate off at school and the tire sensor came on.... So I stopped at the gas station and tried to put in air, but after giving the machine my 75 cents, it didn't work, it only let more air out of the tire and the pressure gauge on the thing was not working... So, before letting out too much more air, I decided to turn around and go home where I knew my air compressor worked and pulled in and Evan came to the rescue.... and on a whim cked the back rear tire which was at only 10 pounds of pressure....YIKES! We discovered yesterday that the other back tire has a big ole nail in it.... YIKES again....

So this morning I walked out to go to work and the back tire was basically flat...and I was late.... So I took my truck instead and decided to just get the right tires on the correct rims for my Van...
See tires for the original rims 16 inch are expensive so SOMEONE decided that they would get 15 inch rims to get cheaper tires and its been a disaster that I have had to deal with SO tonight I am going to take my NICE 16 inch rims to the Amish tire place and have them put new tires on and this will be over and my Pop's can stop worrying (I love you Pops).....and NO Pop's I don't need any money (thank you, though). No, you dont have to come over, Evan will help me put the new tires on but if you want to supervise, that's OK....

Maybe just maybe, I will get better gas mileage....

Veterans Day....

Veterans Day 2009....

Let me introduce you to one of my ancestors: William W. Chesley, born in 1845. His grandfather- Jonathan Chesley was a Veteran of the War of 1812, his great-grandfather- George Chesley was a Veteran of the Revolutionary War...

William enlisted in the F Co. 120th Inf Reg. NY on August 22, 1862. He died in Washington, DC on February 16th 1865 at Harewood Hospital of wounds he received at the battle of Hatcher's Run, Va. He came home to be buried in the family plot, Union Cemetery, Hector NY, with his parents, George and Elvira, his sister Helen and his maternal grandparents the Goulds.

For some people Veterans Day is not personal, it's just another day the "dang government employees, bank employees and postal employee's have off", but for some of us, like me, every year its personal and I think of all of my family that has served, their parents, their wives and their children that had to wait, pray, rejoice when they came home or cry when they buried their babies.

This year I add a new set of parents to my thoughts, thankful that their story had a happy ending...Thankful that Evan came home from war and frankly the thought that he was there and ever in such danger, brings tears to my eyes and makes my guts churn. So today its even more personal than its ever been.

And this year we are all spending the day together.... I had requested this day off months ago to make it special for Nate (who is very proud of his ancestral military history) by taking him to a few area museums that have some military history, and now we have Evan to join us so that makes it even more special.

Shopping....with Men.....

So....in this new world of mine there are all these learning curves....Shopping is one of them.....So on our own we do just fine, we have fun....add a catalyst named "Nathan" to the mix and I am in trouble...

On the drive back to New York from Colorado, we were in a shop and we found something so cool for all the kids, Evan and I stood there like we were 5, trying on each pair and seeing what they did, exclaiming how "cool" they were... the sales people were laughing at us. We just looked at each other and started counting kids on both sides of our families to see how many we would need for the holidays....

Evan is in love with one of our big grocery stores here - Wegmans - we are a college town with people from all over the world living here, so this store has foods from everywhere, huge selections of fresh seafood, meats, vegetables as well as unusual prepared foods. So every time we go in there its fun to see him discover new things.

So back to the issue.... I have to buy supplies for our office, so this weekend I had a huge list and it took most of Saturday running around to accomplish buying supplies as well as taking Nate to the Mall to satisfy is teenage urges to blow every dime in his pocket and we also took him out to lunch to reward him for a fantastic report card (that frankly blew my mind) a 92 in chemistry (he was very worried about this grade).

Working for a medical office sometimes the supplies you have to get, well can be questionable, as was this one item.... Depends.... no, its not the word... its the supply.... Depends in size large.... We have older patients that sometimes need them in our office... So, Evan and Nathan see these hit the shopping cart and the rest of the shopping excursion in this store was about how can we use this to embarrass me.... and as a tag team the two of these guys are pros what one didn't think of the other did.... At check out.... Evan pipes up and says "But, honey don't for get your Depends", as loud as he can... I gave him the best stink eye I could muster, but had to bust out laughing at the look on the check out ladies face....

At one point I threaten them with both having to go into Toys R Us if they didn't knock it off, and then instead of groans I heard, "Ya, lets go!" "Wahoo, Nerf guns!", totally backfired......

Just remember boys, revenge is sweet....