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Weight and Waiting…

December 29, 2009
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I’ve spent the last week knowing that I need to be patient, since it was Christmas; and knowing that I’ll have to be patient again this week, since it’s New Year’s.  I’m failing miserably in my efforts… 

See, I got on the scale at the surgeon’s office last Tuesday, and they are resubmitting all of my paperwork to the insurance company to see if they approve me for the banding surgery.  Funny, I was eternally patient while I was there…  Took about 40 minutes to get to the office; I got there 20 minutes early, didn’t get seen til 20 minutes after my appointment time, only to get weighed and have my bp taken (it’s a little higher than it was last time {108/74}, but still low: 115/85).  I sat in the exam room for another 10 mintues or so before Dr. Monash came in to see if I had anymore questions.  Of course, I’ve asked all my questions a hundred times, so I didn’t have any new ones.  And then I was gone and drove the 40 minutes back to my house.  Barely noticed the time going by on THAT day!  But now, here I am, a week later, wondering just how LONG this is going to take! 

And it’s not like I haven’t been busy.  I mean, it was Christmas week, for goodness’ sake!  I had Victoria’s second birthday (party was the saturday before), Christmas decorating and baking, not to mention Christmas Eve and Christmas Day… I was moving and occupied pretty much non-stop; but it was always there, in the back of my mind: wait, wait, wait… AGH!!!!  I’m just so READY to have this over with.


It’s all so frustrating!

December 15, 2009
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I’ve been thinking, recently, about how frustrating military life can be.  I mean, I spent 3 1/2 years in Germany, during which time my husband was deployed to Iraq twice, and we missed countless holidays and births and special occasions that are meant to be spent with family,  only to come back to the States (thank you, God!!), and be dropped in the middle of the desert.  Don’t get me wrong; compared to Germany, Tucson, AZ, is a kind of heaven.  But… I don’t know… don’t you think they could just NOT tease me, and either drop me on another continent, or let me live where all of my family is?  My parents and my sisters are ALL in the same place, and that place is in the same town as an Air Force base.  There’s no reason they have to be so cruel as to put me so close (compared to before), and yet too far away to visit without breaking the bank.  And now, it’s Christmas time, Thanksgiving is just recently passed, and my sister is on her way to the hospital to have a baby.  I have no idea when I am going to see him…  It’s all just so frustrating.  I think I might rather be in Germany, on any other continent, really, than to be this close, and not be able to get closer.  It’s beyond frustrating.  It’s downright infurriating, sometimes!!!  These are things that families are supposed to be together for, that they’re supposed to share…  and now I sit here in the dark, looking at the lights on my Christmas tree, wondering when I will be with my family again.  Don’t get me wrong–I LOVE my husband and kids, they really are the best–but my sisters and I, and our parents… we’ve always been close.  Even when we were fighting.  And Christmas was always a very special time for us.  Going out with our dad to find the perfect tree (even now, I call him up to check and see that I’m getting a good one), decorating that tree together as a family; baking cookies and Jewish coffee cake and pumpkin bread and endless goodies with my mom; wrapping presents with my dad on Christmas Eve… listening to Mariah Carey Merry Christmas over and over and over and over……  You’d think that, after 3 Christmases away from home, that I’d be used to it, and start my own family traditions (and I really have been trying), but there’s just something about those old memories that just come to the surface this time of year and make me nostalgic and lonely, even surrounded by my kids and husband.

So, all of that rambling to say what?  I don’t really know.  I guess I just needed to vent.  I’m waiting up for news about my sister who’s having a baby right now, and I guess I’m just overwhelmed with all of the stuff that I’m missing.


Our Thanksgiving Festivities

December 1, 2009
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So, I was thinking that it might be nice to share our Thanksgiving fun with everyone.  I grew up as the youngest of 3 girls, and we always had so much fun for Thanksgiving.  We lived in “up-state” New York, about 65-70 miles north of New York City (not even close to really being up-state, but the City folk considered us “up”), and my dad’s best friend from his Army days lived in Connecticut.  He and his wife had a son, and they were all practically family.  We would alternate traveling every year and spend Thanksgiving with them, so it was usually a pretty decent-sized gathering.  My sisters and I would enjoy rubber band wars (we had “guns” and everything) with our “cousin” Mark while the adults would get the food ready.  We’d still be finding rubber bands behind furniture and under rugs for the entire next year! 

Now, I’m all grown up with kids of my own, and far away from the rest of my family.  It’s nice to have friends here who invited us over for Thanksgiving dinner with them.  There were 3 families, total, so there were about 15 people.  It was so great.  I made my grandma Brundage’s baked maccaroni and cheese and my mom’s awesome cranberry sauce (whole berry sauce with mandarin oranges, walnuts, and a hint of cinnamon–it’s to die for!).  That morning, while the mac’n cheese was baking in the oven, it smelled like I was home and made me a little less homesick.  We got to our friend’s house around 1, and visited while we waited for the family with the turkey.  Dinner was incredible.  2 fried turkeys, dressing, deviled egges, gravy, home-made mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, corn, the mac’n cheese, and the best ever sweet potato casserole!.  Then there were the desserts!!!  Pumpkin pie, chocolate pie, apple pie… and this delicious cake with strawberries and kiwi and cream cheese frosting.  I thought I wouldn’t need to eat again for days!  After all the dinner dishes were cleared and we thought we might slip into a food coma, we decided to go around in a circle and tell what we were thankful for–that was, after all, the reason for the day!!  It was so wonderful to give thanks, and to hear everyone else’s.  Then we played a game called killer, and then spoons, and then Egyptian rat screw.  It was such a blast.  Here are some pictures of our fun!


Woman Found Dead in Pile of Clothes

December 1, 2009
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A local husband came home from a long night at work to find his wife buried in a pile of clothes at the foot of the stairs of their home.  Twisted ankle and broken neck seem to be the cause of death.  The culprit: a LeapFrog radio left on the stairs.  It seems that the wife was carrying a pile of laundry down the stairs after a long day with the kids.  Said LeapFrog radio was on the stairs, hiding from sight beneath the clothes, and proceeded to trip up the woman, causing her to tumble down the stairs to her laundry-padded death. 

Services will be held this weekend at whatever time you’re unable to make it.

This could very well have been my story, if I didn’t have some uncannily quick reflexes.  Thank God for well-installed railings…


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