Long wait

Dear walmart,

I live in a small town and do not have many options.  You know this.  You are probably responsible for this.  You seem exploit this.  Here’s why.

Today is the first day of the month.  You know what this means, right?  It’s payday for the majority of the county.  It is also the start of tax free weekend for families to prepare for going back to school.

I work retail on a part time basis (because being a high school math teacher doesn’t pay well as we all know).  Walmart, let me tell you what we did at the small shoe store in which I work.  We called in extra employees to handle this glorious shopping day.  In fact, we typically have 3 people working in my store on a Friday.  Do you know how many people we scheduled to work today?  We had 9 people.  Triple what we typically have because we knew we were going to be busy, my dear Walmart. 

My latest accusations of exploitation come from my shopping experience tonight.  At 9:30 pm I entered your store to buy dog food, contact solution, and milk.  Of course I picked up a couple of impulse purchases on my way through the store but my item count was under 10. 

Do you know how long I had to pay for these items?  I waited in line for over 40 minutes.  You see, my dear walmart, you did not seem to prepare for this glorious shopping day.  You only had a few registers open (maybe only 1 more than typically open at 9:45).  There were 4 employees standing in the school supply aisle so I know you at least thought about the shopping focus of the weekend but apparently you didn’t not think about the fact that people were actually going have to pay for those supplies.

I read an entire People magazine while I waited.  I didn’t pay for it because I was finished before I got to the register.  And while you are not going to go broke because I didn’t pay for a magazine (and I know you probably don’t care because I still remember when I tried to buy bikes from you at Christmas)

The problem I have is that I have no other options and you don’t seem to care.  Someday, I will live in a big city again.  And when that day comes, my dear walmart, I will shop at Target because at least if I have to wait a long time, my fellow shoppers will be a little less dirty, a little better dressed, and have a little higher vocabulary.

Sincerely,
The lady that thinks 40 minute in line is way too long.

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Its an emergency

If you have read my blog over the last few years you already know that I seem to have an allergy to exercise. 
I have always claimed that I have trouble breathing, I break out into a sweat, and my skin gets blotchy.  All signs of an allergic reaction.
But I am on (yet another) mission to get healthy and fit. In order to do that I have to exercise.  There are a few things that I have found that I can handle the nasty side effects I mentioned above. Those include getting on an elliptical machine, going to my powerhouse dance class, and a small assortment of beachbody dvds.
Despite the fact that I have completed 5 half marathons, running is not on that list. In fact it is possibly the most horrific thing I do.
Tonight, though, that was my only option as I am out of town and the hotel fitness center is only a fitness center by name.
So I have run about 2 miles or so and my stomach starts to rumble.  But the rumblings are not high enough to signal hunger.  I start to panic.  I am at least a mile from the hotel and I have got to go.  NOW.
We can add loose stools to the list of allergic reactions I have from exercise.
And here I am in a Walmart bathroom, sharing my pain with the world. Please feel sorry for me.  But be proud that I am exercising despite my allergies.

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

I have the greatest parents

This week marks 40 years of marriage for my parents!  

Isn’t that amazing?

1974- when it all began

1974- when it all began

 

I am so proud of them.  I am even luckier to call them my parents  They have been the best role models I could have ever dreamed of having.

My parents have taught me about a good marriage.  They have shown me that it is not something to give up on.  I have watched them my whole life.  I have seen them work together to reach a goal.  I have seen them encourage each other.  I have seen them sacrifice for each other.  I have seen them lift each other up.  I have seen them pray together and put God at the front of all they do.

My parents have taught me about being a parent.  Growing up, I watched them sacrifice for their children.  They provided my sister, brother, and me guidance while letting us take risks.  They walked with us.  They pushed us.  They held us accountable.  They let allowed us to grow and do amazing things.  My parents taught us to be independent from them but, more importantly, dependent on God.

Sometime in the middle (probably the mid 80's judging by the hair)

Sometime in the middle (probably the mid 80’s judging by the hair)

I pray that my marriage will continue to grow and be as strong as theirs.  I pray that I will be as good of a parent to Bubba and Dude as they have been to me.  I thank God for giving me my parents. 

Happy anniversary Mom and Dad!  Here’s to many more years together!

I love you guys!!

Still happy and in love after 40 years!

Still happy and in love after 40 years!

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

it has been a busy month

It has been too long since my last post.  I have been busy.  School is out for the year and summer school is in full swing.  The end of the semester was a whirlwind of finals, assemblies, saturday school, and piles of late work.  I spent last week writing curriculum and planning for summer school (I was supposed to have 42 students for credit recovery math but I ended up with a little over half that).  On top of everything else, the boys are playing baseball and I have finally started working on my masters degree.  It has been busy to say the least!!

The busy might be getting to me. The following conversation took place between the hubs and I last night:

Me (working on an assignment):  What date is it?
Hubs: I don’t know… (looks at the calendar on his computer)… the 8th.
Me:  Thanks… (goes back to work for a few minutes)
Me again:  If today is the 8th then tomorrow is the 9th, right?
Hubs: Uh, yeah (in the duh voice).
Me:  I think tomorrow is our anniversary
Hubs: (thinking for a second) I think you are right.  I think tomorrow is our anniversary.
Me: Well… happy anniversary.
Hubs: hey, you too.  Its has been a good 13 years
Me: Wow!  13 years.  I am sorry but I didn’t get you a card or anything.
Hubs: Yeah.. I didn’t get you anything either
Me: How do we both forget our anniversary?
Hubs: I knew it was coming up but I didn’t realize it was already here.

That last statement has been the story of my life lately.  Time is going too fast.  They say time flys when you are having fun.

I guess you could say it has been a really fun 13 years.  Definitely an adventure.  I wouldn’t trade any of it.

On that note…  Happy 13th anniversary to the Hubs.  I love you!

1 Comment

Filed under Uncategorized

a decade

10 years ago at this time i was lying in a hospital bed near Nashville, TN. I was surrounded by my friends and family and we were waiting.

My parents and sister drove in from St. Louis.  My sister was getting ready to run the Country Music Marathon the next weekend.

My brother rented a car and drove in from college.

My mother-in-law and sisters-in-law drove 7 hours from Springfield.

My teacher friends came straight from school.

We were laughing but it wasn’t real laughter.  I was in a fog and I was heavily medicated. 

We were waiting. Waiting for the nightmare to be over. Waiting for news that there had been a mistake. Waiting to hear that our baby was going to be born alive and healthy.

We never heard that.

We continued to wait while the medication worked to induce labor.  We waited through back labor.  We waited through a botched epidural.  We waited for more than 24 hours for Sarah to finally be born.   Born still on April 23, 2004.

I remember when she finally started coming how hard I was crying.  Not because I was in pain but because I experienced a deep sadness that I had never felt.  I remember announcing to everyone (I don’t know why but there were a ton of doctors and nurses) in the room that I was crying because I was “just really sad.”  I remember how much the grief hurt (emotionally and physically) in the weeks following.

It has been 10 years since Sarah left us. Life has continued and we have been blessed but today, suddenly I feel lost.  I know that I will never get over it, but I have gotten through it.  Yet some days I fall back into that sadness.  

When Bubba and Dude talk about wishing their older sister were still here so they could pester her. When I see my sister and sisters in law with their girls. When I think about my baby girl finishing up 4th grade. When the hubs and I decided we weren’t going to have anymore children. That whole in my heart opens up big and cold.  I hurt and feel sadness.  Sometimes briefly.  Sometimes it lasts a little longer.

But I somehow I make through.   

10 years ago I started making it through because I was surrounded by people that love me and were hurting for me.  They helped carry my burden.  My husband, my parents, my sister, my brother, my mother in law and my sisters in law, my team of teachers- each held a piece of my life together until I could walk on my own again. I cannot express enough gratitude for them.

Today I am hurting. I had a good cleansing cry in the bathroom after school.  But I am making it through because I have Bubba and Dude wrestling at my feet and performing armpit fart songs for me.

Say a prayer for me today, please.

1 Comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Confused Tooth Fairy

Dude hates losing teeth.  

The first one he lost freaked him out a bit.

The second one he lost got so wiggly that it fell out when he jumped into the pool last summer.  He had to write a note to the tooth fairy to see if she could find it in the pool.  She wrote back that she did find it but would not go looking for anymore teeth.

The third one got so wiggly that it almost fell out when he went to get his teeth cleaned at the dentist.  Good thing it didn’t actually fall out… we have crappy dental insurance and probably would have had to pay for an extraction or something.

The fourth one was hanging by a thread and sticking sideways.  it was so gross that the hubs and I conspired to pull it out while he was sleeping.  Good thing it didn’t come to that.  He knocked out while brushing.

Apparently, he lost another one last week.  Saturday morning, we woke up to him complaining that he had written to the tooth fairy but she still hadn’t shown up.

Image

If you can’t read or make sense of this note, you are not alone.  Dude had Bubba write it some time last week.  It says:   

“Tooth Fairy:
I lost my tooth again. I think it is at the YMCA soccer field.  Do you mind if you look for it.  Your friend Isaac”

(By they way, we knew nothing about a lost tooth at the YMCA or that he even had a wiggly tooth for that matter)

Anyway, I guess things changed after they got into bed.  I guess the tooth turned up in his bed (he must have lost it the night before instead of at soccer practice) and they decided to edit the note rather than just get rid of it altogether.  That is in black ink written sideways.  “PSS I found it!”

But alas, it did not stay found for long because the note is updated again in green ink:  psss it is in my bed lost.

The hubs and I knew nothing about any of this and thus were unable to alert the toothfairy to pick up said tooth.  Saturday morning came around and Dude was not happy.  I am pretty sure Bubba is starting to figure things out about who the tooth fairy really is and this may have sent him over the edge of non-belief.  (he is on the fence about all of the guardians (santa, tooth fairy, easter bunny, etc) because he is super logical and none of it makes sense without a strong imagination but he is afraid to not believe in case it is all true).

Anyway, Dude brought me the note and explained everything to me.  The only thing I could come up with for why she hadn’t shown was that his note was super confusing and the tooth fairy didn’t know what he was talking about or where to look for the lost tooth.  I told him we should probably rewrite the note and he asked if I would send her a message on facebook (because that is how a kindergartner thinks you should get a hold of the tooth fairy).

Image

I made Dude write the second note (no bribing older brother to do his dirty work).  If you can’t read the inventive spelling, it says: 
Dear Tooth Fairy,  I lost my tooth.  Its in my bed. Sorry for my note last night.  Please find my tooth.  Isaac  (and then he drew a picture of a tooth.)

These boys crack me up.

Are your kids afraid of losing teeth?  Have they ever had to write the tooth fairy a note?

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Cadbury Creme Eggs

It is that time of year…
Little bunnies hopping around laying eggs.  Such a bizarre tradition.  I have no idea where it started but the one thing I love about it is that the Easter Bunny always brings Cadbury Creme Eggs.
This seems to be the most divisive of all candies (black licorice and black jelly beans might be more bring more division but I am not sure). I have heard terrible things said about my beloved Cadbury Creme Egg. I don’t understand the haters.

Oh the milk chocolate egg. So soft and melty. 
Oh the creamy soft fondant center. I can’t even begin to describe the delicious taste.

The hubs admitted to me that he had never had one so I shared the goodness with him tonight. 
He took a little bite and responded “it’s alright,” as he handed it back.  That is his polite way of saying it was gross.
I hope our relationship can withstand this split on our culinary path.  At least I can say more for me although my pancreas might be able to keep up with my blood sugar spikes.

My dear Cadbury Bunny it is probably a good thing you only lay your eggs once per year.

On which side of the egg fence do you sit?

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized