Staci’s Life

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Gracie says her tooth is loose!!!! We’re so excited!

We’re heading out to the Liberty Bell Memorial Museum today. I hope it is fun, as well as educational. We began formal schooling last week and did well. Yesterday, however, did NOT go well.

SOMEONE who shall remain nameless allowed my daughter to stay up 2 hours past her normal bedtime Sunday night. I warned that it would not go well. And I was right. All day yesterday, said daughter whined and cried and acted extremely irritable. We did not accomplish any school work and FINALLY the child took a nap 30 minutes before a playdate. I woke her in time for the playdate because I’d spent all day trying to get her to catch up on rest and that was the stipulation. Plus I wanted her to go to bed back on schedule.

So she’s reading about Plymouth history and quite pleasant this morning. Yeah!

On a side note, we will be traveling to Boston Friday, September 4 and returning home Saturday, September 12. (I think the dates are right–the days are correct for sure!) We look forward to seeing our family and taking the kids to a living history museum– Plimouth Plantation. Grace has been working very hard on a 8-unit “History Pocket” of Plymouth and Colonial life. We plan to visit a replica of the Mayflower and the unassuming “Plymouth Rock”, as well! This will be a wonderful reward for her hard work. AJ, too, will enjoy chasing the chickens at the very least!! (We covered Columbus’ discovery of the New World, and Ponce De Leon’s discovery of America last year when we visited St. Augustine).

AJ started preschool yesterday. He was very excited about his teacher and his new friends and his new lunch box AND his new underpants! Then he walked into the classroom, completely overwhelmed by all the excitement, and fell to the floor sobbing. Apparently he recovered at snacktime. We will arrive earlier than most tomorrow to transition him a bit easier.

Wednesday, I brought Terry home after our hospital ordeal. He was very tired and weak and pale. He asked me to pick up a prescription at the pharmacy before it closed that evening. I grabbed the script, ran up to the pharmacy, walked in, looked at the script, and realized it was for lab work. I went home, ran inside with the car running to grab the script, couldnt locate it. Went outside, turned off the car, realizing it might be a while before we figured it out. Terry realized that he did NOT have additional medication to pick u p and had gotten the message confused at the hospital, after we read all the discharge info and went through the paperwork. I breathed a sigh of relief, because I was feeling rather worn out myself.

Fast forward to Thursday morning. AJ and I were about to go pick up his immunization waiver and go to Chik Fil A to grab lunch. I could not locate my purse. Now, we all know Im rather scatter brained and set things down and find them in odd places later. If I get Alzheimer’s when I am older, we will probably have trouble identifying it initially because I do odd stuff now. The house and van are in pretty good condition because I spent all last week cleaning, anticipating our vacation in NC. I thought I’d left it in the van, but knowing me, I assumed I’d misplaced it. We searched the whole house, top to bottom, and searched the van.

We concluded that I left the van unlocked Wednesday night and my purse between the two front seats. My cell phone was in my purse and went straight to voicemail when I called it. We have some troubled teenagers in our neighborhood and the police officer told us that he was certain it was them. But good luck proving it.

What sucked the most? Terry’s wallet was in my purse, because I was trying to keep it “safe” while he was in the hospital. I didn’t leave it home because I was afraid it would be lost or stolen! So both of our driver’s licenses, all of our credit cards and check cards, my social security card (I don’t want to hear it, thanks), my picture of me smiling at the camera while AJ glares from his school, my 16 -hour -doesn’t- come- off- no- matter- who- you- kiss- or- what- you- eat lipstick, $30 cash, and my purse and fancy red wallet with a pink S my sister gave me are all missing. Oh yeah, and my LG Chocolate phone.

So poor Terry, just home from the hospital, had all this extra stress upon him. We cancelled all of our cards, suspended my phone, put a fraud alert on my social, put stop payments on the missing check book, got Terry a new driver’s license (because HE keeps his Social Security Card secure someplace OTHER than his wallet), went to the bank and ordered new check cards. . . .

So if you’re trying to call me, call the house #.

Lesson Learned: Lock your car.

I’ve been doing some research. It appears that a medication that was prescribed to Terry has caused all of this drama. I’m relieved to think it’s not cancer. And pissed to think that a dr would prescribe this medication despite many warnings about it from the FDA.

Hopefully his body will stop attacking his platelets. Hopefully they will let him come home soon. I missed vacation, I’ve missed Terry, and I’m ready for him to spend some time at home with me and AJ.

In other news, I made it to the grocery store today. AJ and I are having bacon and eggs for breakfast. Because I finally bought eggs. And bacon.

In other news, the pasta maker from Goodwill didn’t turn out so well, so I will be returning that tomorrow. We had leftover pasta from about a week ago for dinner tonight in lieu of the fresh stuff. AJ didn’t mind.

going around. I think I’ve caught it. My throat hurts, ears are stopped up, getting tired.

 Ugh. I’ve been taking Emergen-C for mega vitamin C doses. Drinking echinacea tea. Zinc lozenges. I might have to go to Jamba Juice for their cold-stopping smoothie next!

My uncle was riding his motorcycle when a pick up truck hit him today. He’s in the hospital,  broke his leg in the same place it broke 20 years ago when he was in a motorcycle accident. Meanwhile, his wife–my aunt–is battling breast cancer, with regular chemo and radiation treatments  scheduled through the  summer.

My heart is burdened for them.  All I can do is pray, and praying  I am.

is the best game ever. Grace LOVES to be Cinderella, and I, of course, get to be the mean Stepmother. I get to snap at her and act mad and make her clean her room and the living room and the bathrooms and her brother’s room (he’s Drizella, most days) and she thinks it’s SOOOO COOL!!!! Plus I get a spotless house!! 

It’s so funny. But the other day I snapped at her that Drizella and Anastasia were still sleeping and she must be quiet, and her eyes got big and she whispered, (“Wait–are you still Stepmother?”) It was so cute.

Pshew! I got my T-shirt. It fits. Hallelujah!

 I’ve found a new love for non-weight bearing exercise: SPIN class. It feels good, it kicks my butt, and I leave 45 minutes later with 650 calories burned.

I played racquetball with Terry tonight, and he commented that he could tell SPIN has paid off: I’m much more agile. We actually volleyed instead of me just trying to dodge his serves and watch him play!

Unfortunately, the January New Year’s Resolution crew have decided to actually use their gym memberships. The class, which had extra bikes in Dec, is filling up by 11:35 for a 12:00 class!! People are arriving at 11 to get a bike.  Regulars, who work, arrive and find the bikes are all gone. I watched two separate chicks sign in for 4 different people and grab 4 tags. I think that’s ridiculous: That’s half the class right there, with only 18 bikes available! Plus one chick’s mother was 2 minutes LATE arriving, which hardly seems fair to the people who were actually on the premises and didn’t get a bike.

My suggestion to the gym is to add an 11:00 class for the early birds, thus lightening the burden of the 12:00 class. Or keep the tags/sign in behind the counter and assign ONE tag per person. Or both. Or add some SPIN bikes on the general floor, since the bikes they have out there won’t do extended positions.