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I just love this car!
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Friday, March 11, 2005
Over the next few months....
Although it's not official, it looks as if we will be moving to Ft. Leavenworth, Kansas this summer.
Yes, another year or two or three in Germany would have been very nice. Yes, a tour in Italy would have been super. But, Ft. Leavenworth is okay by me. There are plenty of places the Army could send us that are much, much worse. As a matter of fact, there is a job available in Kuwait and another in Qatar. Frankly, I'd rather live in the middle of Nowheresville.
The Ft. Leavenworth news is good. We were there previously and were pleasantly surprised. It was much better than we had expected. There are green rolling hills and lots of trees. The big bonus about going there is my husband, the most wonderful man in the world, was lucky enough to get Kansas City Chiefs season tickets. He is a HUGE Chiefs fan and a day at Arrowhead Stadium is a day at Valhalla. If only the Chiefs could have a winning season and go to and WIN the Superbowl, my wonderful husband would be the happiest man on the planet.
We have a few more months left here in Germany. Before we return to the States, we still have a few trips planned here. I simply have to get back to Poland. My extended family has put in a request for more Polish Pottery. That stuff is so expensive in the states. It is unreal. One little plate that cost $53 in a catalog, costs me about $8 in Poland. Granted, I have to drive about 5 hours to get there, but it's all worth it in the end.
I'd like to get my husband to Greece since the Africa trip has been sidelined. I recently discovered Kenya was been placed on the "Hot" list and is not recommended for Americans to travel there. It would be just my luck to go, get abducted and imprisoned. I can see it now. A video message of me pleading for the U.S. to come save me from my captors. I'd have my wrists zip-tied together and I'd say, "All I wanted was to see some wildebeest!" So, I think Greece will be a better option. It'll also be cheaper, but considering all the wonderful jewelry for sale, it just might be more expensive. One can never have too much jewelry.
The next few months will be a whorlwind. My son is about to graduate from high school and part of the extended family will be coming to attend the ceremony. Last minute traveling, last minute once-in-a-lifetime purchases to be made, coordinating two children and three dogs to visit my family in Colorado and my husband's family in California, getting my son settled in the college dorm, taking delivery of my car in Missouri (it's being shipped from Germany), finding a place to live in Ft. Leavenworth, unpacking and settling in, registering my daughter for school, filling out applications for employment. Phew! There is just soooooooo MUCH TO DO.
And....Thanks for all the birthday wishes. I did not receive a slim butt for my birthday. I did however, receive an ICE CREAM CAKE! All I want for Christmas is a slim trim butt, a slim trim butt, a slim trim butt.
Yes, another year or two or three in Germany would have been very nice. Yes, a tour in Italy would have been super. But, Ft. Leavenworth is okay by me. There are plenty of places the Army could send us that are much, much worse. As a matter of fact, there is a job available in Kuwait and another in Qatar. Frankly, I'd rather live in the middle of Nowheresville.
The Ft. Leavenworth news is good. We were there previously and were pleasantly surprised. It was much better than we had expected. There are green rolling hills and lots of trees. The big bonus about going there is my husband, the most wonderful man in the world, was lucky enough to get Kansas City Chiefs season tickets. He is a HUGE Chiefs fan and a day at Arrowhead Stadium is a day at Valhalla. If only the Chiefs could have a winning season and go to and WIN the Superbowl, my wonderful husband would be the happiest man on the planet.
We have a few more months left here in Germany. Before we return to the States, we still have a few trips planned here. I simply have to get back to Poland. My extended family has put in a request for more Polish Pottery. That stuff is so expensive in the states. It is unreal. One little plate that cost $53 in a catalog, costs me about $8 in Poland. Granted, I have to drive about 5 hours to get there, but it's all worth it in the end.
I'd like to get my husband to Greece since the Africa trip has been sidelined. I recently discovered Kenya was been placed on the "Hot" list and is not recommended for Americans to travel there. It would be just my luck to go, get abducted and imprisoned. I can see it now. A video message of me pleading for the U.S. to come save me from my captors. I'd have my wrists zip-tied together and I'd say, "All I wanted was to see some wildebeest!" So, I think Greece will be a better option. It'll also be cheaper, but considering all the wonderful jewelry for sale, it just might be more expensive. One can never have too much jewelry.
The next few months will be a whorlwind. My son is about to graduate from high school and part of the extended family will be coming to attend the ceremony. Last minute traveling, last minute once-in-a-lifetime purchases to be made, coordinating two children and three dogs to visit my family in Colorado and my husband's family in California, getting my son settled in the college dorm, taking delivery of my car in Missouri (it's being shipped from Germany), finding a place to live in Ft. Leavenworth, unpacking and settling in, registering my daughter for school, filling out applications for employment. Phew! There is just soooooooo MUCH TO DO.
And....Thanks for all the birthday wishes. I did not receive a slim butt for my birthday. I did however, receive an ICE CREAM CAKE! All I want for Christmas is a slim trim butt, a slim trim butt, a slim trim butt.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
It's My Party
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR KELLY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
How's this for a super party day? I'm spending my birthday substituting for Third Grade! Cool.
Actually, I really don't mind. I like third graders. They are fun. Plus, they like me and that makes the world of difference. The bonus for the day is that I am wearing my Tiara. Yep. I'm the QUEEN. Forget that princess crap. I AM QUEEN!!
All Hale Queen Kelly, The Beatiful, The Amazing, The Spectacular, The So-Full-Of-Herself.
All I want for my birthday is a smaller butt. Okay, diamonds are good, too. But a smaller butt would be ideal.
How's this for a super party day? I'm spending my birthday substituting for Third Grade! Cool.
Actually, I really don't mind. I like third graders. They are fun. Plus, they like me and that makes the world of difference. The bonus for the day is that I am wearing my Tiara. Yep. I'm the QUEEN. Forget that princess crap. I AM QUEEN!!
All Hale Queen Kelly, The Beatiful, The Amazing, The Spectacular, The So-Full-Of-Herself.
All I want for my birthday is a smaller butt. Okay, diamonds are good, too. But a smaller butt would be ideal.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
What a Difference a Day Makes
The most amazing man on the planet has returned home!!
I finally received the advanced notice telephone call indicating that my husband would be arriving in Frankfurt. Once I knew he was in Germany and safely on the ground, a tremendous weight lifted. I still had to wait nearly three hours before I could wrap my arms around him, but those three hours were calm and reassured. My husband was FINALLY home.
My mother was relieved. His mother was relieved. I was relieved and our children were relieved.
Life can now continue on its "normal" path. Ah, but what is normal? We still have no idea if we are moving in June/July or not. If we do move, we don't know where we'll go. Here I am trying to decide whether or not to plant flowers in the flower beds, or replant my potted plants into cheap plastic pots to give away to someone who'll be staying in Schweinfurt. Such tremendous decisions like that are what ails me now. That is such a blessing. I am no longer wondering what I'll do if my husband is killed or maimed. People who don't live with those kind of possibilities every day just can't understand what it's like to not have to think about it. Families of firefighters, police officers, vulcanologists, convenience store clerks, those people understand what it's like to worry incessantly. Unfortunately, I still worry. My dad is working in Baghdad. I try not to watch CNN too often. I can't help but wonder how close my dad is to the latest car bombing. Yes, Baghdad is a big place and the likelihood of my dad being hit is statistically nominal, but I just can't help that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
That brings me to my next topic: That sickening cramping in the pit of the belly. Three days before my husband came home, I had a horrible cramp in the lower right side of my abdomen. At first, I thought nothing of it. When the pain was sever enough to wake me from a deep sleep at 4:14 in the morning, I suspected appendicitis. So, naturally, I called my mother. Since she's in the states, it was still early evening for her. She said the pain that I was feeling is not the same kind of pain associated with appendicitis. She recommended two Tylenol 3 and go back to bed.
The pain didn't go away. It lasted all weekend long and into the beginning of the week. It wasn't because I was backed up. A laxative took care of that. My bowels were working and making all sorts of noises. That meant they were working. I was farting regularly so I wasn't swelling up like a hot air balloon. But the pain was not diminishing.
The LAST thing I wanted to deal with on the first night of my husband's return was abdominal pain.
It got so bad and had continued for five days, that I finally went to see a doctor. The initial exam was inconclusive because I had no fever. Hmmm...off to radiology. Unfortunately, that meant a different hospital. My sweet and wonderful husband spent his first day home in the emergency room waiting room with me. After several more hours, three sets of vital signs, a GIANT glass of sweet glow-in-the-dark radiation beverage and a CT scan, the cause of my severe abdominal pain is.....inconclusive. How's that for a diagnosis?
So, back home and decent dinner. Wouldn't you know, by this time, 144 hours later, no more pain. Naturally. Just another pop quiz. I'm still feeling discomfort, but nothing like the bend-over-and-want-to-die-cramping-white-hot-pain of the past several days.
It's just so typical of my life.
I finally received the advanced notice telephone call indicating that my husband would be arriving in Frankfurt. Once I knew he was in Germany and safely on the ground, a tremendous weight lifted. I still had to wait nearly three hours before I could wrap my arms around him, but those three hours were calm and reassured. My husband was FINALLY home.
My mother was relieved. His mother was relieved. I was relieved and our children were relieved.
Life can now continue on its "normal" path. Ah, but what is normal? We still have no idea if we are moving in June/July or not. If we do move, we don't know where we'll go. Here I am trying to decide whether or not to plant flowers in the flower beds, or replant my potted plants into cheap plastic pots to give away to someone who'll be staying in Schweinfurt. Such tremendous decisions like that are what ails me now. That is such a blessing. I am no longer wondering what I'll do if my husband is killed or maimed. People who don't live with those kind of possibilities every day just can't understand what it's like to not have to think about it. Families of firefighters, police officers, vulcanologists, convenience store clerks, those people understand what it's like to worry incessantly. Unfortunately, I still worry. My dad is working in Baghdad. I try not to watch CNN too often. I can't help but wonder how close my dad is to the latest car bombing. Yes, Baghdad is a big place and the likelihood of my dad being hit is statistically nominal, but I just can't help that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
That brings me to my next topic: That sickening cramping in the pit of the belly. Three days before my husband came home, I had a horrible cramp in the lower right side of my abdomen. At first, I thought nothing of it. When the pain was sever enough to wake me from a deep sleep at 4:14 in the morning, I suspected appendicitis. So, naturally, I called my mother. Since she's in the states, it was still early evening for her. She said the pain that I was feeling is not the same kind of pain associated with appendicitis. She recommended two Tylenol 3 and go back to bed.
The pain didn't go away. It lasted all weekend long and into the beginning of the week. It wasn't because I was backed up. A laxative took care of that. My bowels were working and making all sorts of noises. That meant they were working. I was farting regularly so I wasn't swelling up like a hot air balloon. But the pain was not diminishing.
The LAST thing I wanted to deal with on the first night of my husband's return was abdominal pain.
It got so bad and had continued for five days, that I finally went to see a doctor. The initial exam was inconclusive because I had no fever. Hmmm...off to radiology. Unfortunately, that meant a different hospital. My sweet and wonderful husband spent his first day home in the emergency room waiting room with me. After several more hours, three sets of vital signs, a GIANT glass of sweet glow-in-the-dark radiation beverage and a CT scan, the cause of my severe abdominal pain is.....inconclusive. How's that for a diagnosis?
So, back home and decent dinner. Wouldn't you know, by this time, 144 hours later, no more pain. Naturally. Just another pop quiz. I'm still feeling discomfort, but nothing like the bend-over-and-want-to-die-cramping-white-hot-pain of the past several days.
It's just so typical of my life.
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