Monday, June 1, 2009

Edison has not been feeling well...

Edison had his first real illness. I was awakened in the middle of the night last week with "Mama, Mama, owwww, owwww!" I ran into his room and he was grabbing himself in the front of his diaper area, throwing himself on his mattress, standing up and falling down again and crying - the big crocodile tears! After 2 hours in the middle of a very long night, I loaded him into his car seat and took him to the Emergency Room. Emergency Room copays are way more expensive than a regular office copay but it was only 5:00 a.m. and there was no way I was going to make my baby suffer three more hours before I could even call and talk to a doctor!

We arrived at the ER and was immediately taken into the triage room for assessment. He seemed okay at first and then he had to pee. He started crying, screaming, grabbing himself and saying "owww" while they were trying to take his temperature and his pulse. The first thing they wanted to do once they got him into a room was a catheter. Now, I've had a few catheter's performed in my lifetime and I know from experience how painful they are. I knew it was going to be horrible, but I also knew that it had to be done!

One nurse held his legs, I held his arms and the other nurse inflicted the pain. His blanket was close by and he bit it as hard as he could. He let go and it fell out of his mouth. I leaned down toward his ear to whisper and tell him that I was there and everything would be better in just a little bit. Unbeknownst to me, the tip of my ring finger was nearing his mouth...and yes, you guessed it, he bit my finger so hard, that I started crying. Luckily, the nurse quickly finished and he let go of his clench. My finger was purple on the end for a few hours but I know it was nothing like the pain he experienced.

A Urinary Tract Infection was diagnosed and we were sent home with an antibiotic and orders to "drink plenty of fluids" and "alternate Tylenol and Motrin for pain". Unfortunately, a few days later, he was no better. A urine culture revealed the antibiotic they prescribed was not helping the bacteria he had, so they switched his medication. The new antibiotic is nasty! It looks gross and it tastes horrible. Wasband described the color in two ways: One time he said it looked like "thick, nasty, green snot" and another time he said it looked like it was "radioactive" -- if that is any indication! Regardless, Edison hates it and it was a struggle to get him to take it until my niece, the mother of two, bribed him with candy! I usually do not like to bribe my kids, but this medicine deserves candy!

Now, when we tell Edison that it is time for his medicine, he says, "Canny?" and we say, "as soon as you take your medicine!" We squirt it into his mouth with a syringe but he will only take a little bit at a time. After each little bitty quirt, he starts clapping his hands and saying "Yayyy! Canny?" and we have to keep saying "just a little bit more!" Finally, the medicine is all down, he has a look on his face that will make you think he is going to 'yak' and then he smiles and says, "Canny?" Sometimes he gets a Dum-Dum sucker and other times a chocolate kiss. Each time, he is so excited and then he hugs my leg to say "thank you" and leaves me part of his chocolate kiss on my leg!

He is finally on the mend and I am actually hoping this experience will prepare him for future potty training! I'll probably bring out the "canny" to help get this accomplished too...

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Things I want to do for ME...

Considering the fact I was married ALL of my adult life until recently, I have discovered that I do not really know who I am. The "me" that exists today is a product of choices I made in the past and people I met along the way. I'm not saying that the "me" that exists is not worthy of existence, just that there are parts of "me" waiting to be discovered.

There are many things I have never done for myself that I have always had the desire to do. Many things have occurred in my life preventing these desires, whether it was marriage, my parents, lack of money, children, work or school, the reasons for not doing doesn't really matter. What does matter is that I am figuring out who the real Dana is and I realize that I need to do some of these things --- for ME!

So, here's my list:
  1. Learn to play the piano
  2. Learn to swim
  3. Take cake decorating classes
  4. Get a massage or two or three or more
  5. Go on a vacation by myself
  6. Visit a spa and take a mud bath
  7. Spend an entire week scrapbooking
  8. Sing special music at church (actually, I've always wanted to be a Wedding Singer)
  9. Earn my Master's Degree (not sure in what - I just know that I want a Masters)
  10. Have something published

Alright, I'll call this my Top 10 List --- Let me know what you think as I am open to suggestions as to how to get some of this accomplished.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Single, Married, Widowed, Separated or Divorced???

Miss, Mrs., Ms. - what's in a title? Why can't you just call me Dana?

For 18 years and 4 months, I was Miss Dana Renee' Woods.
In 1989, I got married and became Mrs. Wasband Underwood.
I kept that title for 19 years and 10 months.

Mrs. Dana Underwood
Mrs. Wasband Underwood
Mr. and Mrs. Wasband Underwood

Now, I am Ms. Dana Underwood. I don't even get to be Ms. Dana Woods. I could have, I guess, but I have three children with the last name Underwood and I have had the last name Underwood longer than I ever had the last name Woods. It only made sense to keep the name I most identified with and with whom everyone identified me.

I remember being all excited when I first got married. Filling out forms was so fun. I got to check the "Mrs" box and then I got to check the "married" box. I liked it! No more little "Miss", I was grown-up, I was MARRIED!

I went to visit my gynecologist for my annual checkup not long ago. I've seen the same doctor for any "downtown" issues for almost 20 years. I really like him but like most other women, I do not enjoy going for this annual exam. I am guilty of not seeing him annually and instead I see him about every 18 months. Since I only go every year and a half, I always have to update my paperwork. This year, given the fact that everything in my life had changed, I found myself sitting in the waiting room, filling out forms and I didn't like it this time...

The very first box I had to mark was the Miss, Mrs. or Ms. box. My only option was "Ms." because I am no longer a "Miss" and I had a divorce decree indicating I was no longer a "Mrs". Next I filled in my name, my new address, my gender (as if that needs to be marked on a gynecological form), my new telephone number, work information, insurance information. Everything had changed! It was the last box that I didn't want to mark. My choices were: "Single" "Married" "Widowed" "Separated" or "Divorced". Why does that matter? Why does anyone really need to know that? I'm "Single" now. I'm "Divorced." Doesn't that mean the same thing? My divorce decree says that I am restored my "single status", it doesn't say that I must now identify myself as "Divorced". "Separated?" - what does that mean? I am "Separated" from the life I knew - I'm "Separated" from my kids half of the time. I felt like I had been "Widowed". The only box I didn't want to check was "Married" - all the others seemed like perfectly good choices.

Being the rule follower that I am, I marked the box that said "Divorced" - but I didn't like it. Forms are no longer fun - yet another thing I did enjoy but no longer find enjoyable. It's not just the doctor where you have to fill out these forms - it is employment applications, loan applications, school forms for your children, etc. Now, I get mail and it either says "Dana Underwood" or it says "Ms. Dana Underwood". Even my ex-mother-in-law sent me a Valentine's Day card that said "Ms. Dana Underwood and children." OUCH!!!

I don't think anyone, including my ex-mother-in-law, means anything by it, and maybe it is a title that I will someday get used to. Right now, though, Ms. Underwood just sounds lonely to me. The missing "r" means that someone is missing from my life.

I received a wedding invitation the other day and I liked the way it was addressed. It said:
Dana Underwood and Family. That is what I prefer - Dana Underwood - so if you send me any mail, a title really isn't necessary, it will get here just the same and it won't remind me that something is missing....

Like Loretta Lynn sings "I Miss Being a Mrs." - that doesn't mean that I miss Wasband, just that I miss the title that went with being married.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Naked Mom Crying on Mother's Day

I wasn't sure what to expect this year on Mother's Day and you may be wondering what to expect from this post given the title... please keep reading.

I think last year was probably the worst Mother's Day of my life - and I hope I never have another that equals it. Let's see - last year - Wasband (who was Husband at the time), printed a picture of each of our children on a piece of regular white paper. Each of our two daughters had written something beside their picture - Emily wrote "Happy Mother's Day"; Kensley wrote "I love you more than As-U-May (her horse); and Husband wrote beside Edison's picture "Can't wait for you to be my mommy!" Edison was still in Guatemala at the time. Granted, we did go to Lowe's the day before Mother's Day and bought some flowers - but nobody mentioned anything about those being my Mother's Day gift! The picture page would have been sweet and cute had I received it on Sunday morning, but I received it Sunday night - after I made it clear I was NOT happy! Two weeks later, I received a Wii Fit balance board and game for our Wii system. I guess that should have been a CLUE but last May, I thought things were looking up for the two of us, and remained CLUELESS!

Fast forward - one year later. I was dreading Mother's Day this year - knowing it couldn't possibly be worse than last year except for the fact that I was now, officially, a "Single Mom". Don't get me wrong - I love my children more than anything and I know that Mother's Day should be a day that I celebrate being their Mother. This year should have been extra special since Edison was going to be with me to celebrate his first Mother's Day. Unfortunately, it was somewhat clouded by the fact that this was my first "Single Mom Mother's Day". Unless you have been in this situation - you may not understand the loss. I never wanted to be a single mom. I made the decision I was going to make the best of this Mother's Day weekend. Both of the girls seemed excited to spend time with me and we were looking forward to being together. I think they too, realized how different this year was going to be and wanted to make it special for me.

When I got out of the shower Sunday morning, I went to my bedroom to get dressed and there on my bed was an envelope. I opened it to find a gift certificate to my favorite local restaurantn and another envelope inside with a card. Wasband (or someone) had come through with a gift. Did I mention I love getting presents??? Presents are important to me - I think it is one of my love languages. The best gift of all was the handwritten card I received from my kids. It was in Emily's writing and said something like "You are the best mom we could ever ask for - we know you have been through a lot this past year and you have tried to stay strong for us and we love you." I'm crying as I re-type the message. Each had signed the card, including Edison, who had scribbled over the signature one of his sister's had signed for him.

I was still wrapped in my towel, had tears in my eyes, and went into the living room to give Emily a hug and a kiss and to tell her that I love her. Kensley was now in the shower. I walked toward Emily and she asked, "What's wrong?" I said, "Nothing, that was the sweetest card. Thank you." I bent down to hug her and she let me kiss her on the forehead and she started grinning showing her beautiful teeth and said, "This is weird." I said, "What's weird? That fact that I'm crying and kissing you and I'm naked?" She said, "Exactly!" We had a good time laughing and it was one of those moments we will both probably always remember.

After Kensley had gotten dressed, I met her in the hallway and said, "Thank you for the card and the gift certificate - it was really sweet." Emily said, "Yeah, just be glad you didn't get the thank you from Mom that I got!" I said, "Yeah, lucky for you - I'm dressed!" Kensley just looked at us and then told me that she had made something for me at school but had to leave it there on Friday because it wasn't dry. I can't wait to see what it is. Like I said, I love presents!

As for Edison, I took it upon myself to make my own gift from him. I painted both of his hands and his feet and put his prints on a piece of corkboard. He was amazed and kept looking at his hands and feet and saying, "Wow!" Now I just have to be sure he doesn't find where I keep the paint and the paint brushes or he will be trying that himself. That would not be good!

So, the naked Mom crying on Mother's Day??? That was me! Hey...I was in a towel!!

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Happy Mother's Day!

I love to search for quotes about things. Just take a look at my Facebook status from day to day - LOL! Today, I wanted to share some quotes about Mother's.

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mom's who follow my blog... and especially, to my own Mother. I love you, Mom! I could have never made it through this past year without you - nor would I have wanted to. Thank you for listening to me, for loving me, reminding me who I am and who God wants me to be.

Emily Dickinson is my very favorite poet - probably because I think it's cool that we share the same birthdate. I love to read her poetry although I have trouble understanding a lot of it. We were both born on December 10th - she, 140 years before me!

[A] mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled. ~Emily Dickinson

A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. ~Washington Irving

A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all. ~Washington Irving

Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that suppose to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987

A daughter is a mother's gender partner, her closest ally in the family confederacy, an extension of her self. And mothers are their daughters' role model, their biological and emotional road map, the arbiter of all their relationships. ~Victoria Secunda

Thursday, May 7, 2009

RESILIENCE - this is long

I stayed home from work today because I was sick. My house was clean and I had a stress free day. I napped off and on all day and fell asleep through Dr. Phil but I got to catch Oprah's interview of Elizabeth Edwards. I am a believer that all things happen for a reason and I think I was supposed to see this interview. I plan to buy Elizabeth Edwards' book tomorrow. The title is Resilience.

Her interview was amazing and I could have been sitting there telling my own story. I have a transcript of the interview in front of me and I just want to re-write it using my own words...

When Dana Woods married Wasband Underwood in 1989, she asked him for one thing - fidelity. "I wanted him to be faithful to me, It was very important."

To many, the Underwood's marriage seemed unbreakable. After waiting 4 years to start a family, they miscarried their first child. They mourned this loss and grew up a lot during that time. Months later, they celebrated with the birth of their daughter, Emily and four years later, another daughter, Kensley. Many years later, they celebrated the adoption of their youngest child, Edison, a son.

During Wasband's career as a police officer, Dana was a constant support. Although the long hours, odd shifts and travel and stress of being married to a "cop" took a toll on her physically, emotionally, and mentally, she stood by him.

Unlike John, Wasband did not tell me that he had broken the promise he had made 19 years earlier, instead she learned through a text message. It was several more months before she learned the extent of his unfaithfulness.

I'm not sitting with Oprah in the dream house Wasband and I built together, instead, I sit at my computer in a much smaller home that I now rent. I will continue to share my thoughts as they correspond with Elizabeth's story.

The first time I found out, I cried, I sceamed and I cried some more. When I first confirmed what I knew in my heart had happened months before, I too, threw up. I threw up in the Wal-Mart parking lot. I have had lots of really tough nights!

Like Oprah's agreement with Elizabeth, I will not mention the other woman by name. Wasband told me initially that the other woman was out of his life; but I later learned that was not the truth. Unlike John, Wasband never said that "he had regretted what he had done".

Fortunately, I didn't have to ask Wasband to drop out of a presidential race - so I will skip this portion of the transcript.

Everthing was overwhelming for me. I was angry and hurt and had a lot of self-doubt about who I was and what I meant to Wasband. I could totally relate when Elizabeth stated she was thinking "all those things [other women] in my position go through."

John and Elizabeth attempted to keep the affair a secret. At first, I did the same - telling no one that we were having problems, until I realized Wasband had no intention of trying to work things out. Rumors were circulating - lots of people noticed Wasband's weight loss, his increased phone usage, his excessive travel, his inability to look people in the eye. People kept telling me there was someone else and I continued to deny it wanting to protect Wasband.

Months later, the truth finally came out. Fortunately, millions weren't watching on Nightline. I don't guess Wasband has ever publically admitted he had cheated on me. I think Elizabeth is blessed to have a husband like John who said, "Let me say this, and I want to say it absolutely clearly, I was wrong, and I am responsible."

My story drifts a little from Elizabeth's at this point. When John admitted publicly that he had cheated, Elizabeth was struggling with another admission John had made. She had learned the whole truth - that his relationship with the other woman was not a one-time indiscretion. I did not learn the whole truth until two months after our divorce was final. John admitted he had cheated more than once and in fact, the affair had lasted for months. I learned that Wasband's affair had been going on almost the entire time we had been adopting our son.

In Elizabeth's words - which could be mine "It felt like a blow to me...It was so hard for me to even imagine such a thing." Learning that it had hapened more than once. "That was probably the worst...they compete for the worst moment because [of] all the work we'd done, all the trust we'd tried to build."

To try to make sense of Wasband's betrayal, I asked him how it started. By his account, they met each other while he was working. By John's account, his affair began with just four words -- "You are so hot." I wonder if that is how Wasband's began????

While working on a long-term investigation, Wasband met the other woman, they began having lunch together, and that led to more...

Like Elizabeth, I would have wagered my home on the fact that Wasband, my husband of 19+ years at the time, would never have responded to this sort of come-on. Elizabeth stated she doesn't think John knows to this day why he said yes." I wonder the same thing about Wasband.

The next part of this transcript strikes such a nerve with me.

Like many women in her situation, Elizabeth says she wanted to know the
details of her husband's affair. "I'm a puzzle-doer." she says.
"I had pieces of the puzzle, and I felt like it was going to make sense if I
had all the pieces."

I have never been given all the pieces and was recently told I was not entitled to them because we are now divorced and none of that matters! I have so many questions... I remember one time asking Wasband if he loved her because in the text message he said he did. He said he didn't know. It seemed impossible to me. Like the other woman in John and Elizabeth's life, this other woman in my life was very, very different from me and really very different from him.

To this day, I don't really know why he cheated. I don't know if he has tried to figure it out. He says he has talked to people to try to work that out but I personally don't think he has talked to the right people. I think he needs to get back in touch with the people who know who he really is. He avoids all of his old friends. He avoids all the people from our church - a church he had been a member of for more than 20 years. Wasband had the opportunity for an affair and I think it turned into more than he thought it would. The consequences for him have been minimal. I am the one who has lost everything.

Elizabeth says she encountered the other woman once and didn't really meet her. They were just in the same place at the same time. I, on the other hand, have had to deal with the other woman in my life on a weekly basis. Wasband enjoys bringing her to every sporting event my child participates in. He even wanted her to be a part of Edison's 1st birthday party, but I told him I was not ready for that. He and his family chose not to come and instead, had their own party. That is okay. I still stand by the decision I made. I am not ready.

At first, like Elizabeth, I wondered if I did something to cause the affair but I have come to the conclusion that it was never about me. I hold Wasband and the other woman responsible.

"I blame [Wasband], but also, women need to have more respect for other women," she says. "It takes a lot of work to put together a marriage, to put together a family and a home.... You have to have enough respect for other human beings to leave their lives alone. If you admire that life, build it for yourself. Don't just try to come in and take somebody else's life."

[skipping another part of the transcript that does not apply]

Elizabeth says part of being resilient is deciding to make yourself miserable over something that matters... or making yourself miserable about something that doesn't matter. This is where our stories drift apart but I wish they were still parallel.

These days, Elizabeth says she and John are still living under the same roof and trying to make their marriage work. In Resilience, she writes, "He can try to treat the wound, and he has tried. He can try to make me less afraid, and he has tried. But I am now a different person. The way we were is no longer the way we can be."

Wasband and I no longer reside under the same room and actually our divorce is already final. I would give anything if Wasband had tried to treat the wound or tried to make me less afraid, but he chose to walk away. I am a different person but I still pray for my family to be reunited.

I always thought of myself as self-confident and comfortable with myself. Like Elizabeth I had a pretty good idea of who I was, what my limitations were and knew my virtues. I pretty much spoke my mind and if someone disagreed with me, it didn't bother me too much. I looked like I looked and although I too, have struggled with my weight or other things - all in all - I felt secure in my life and who I was.

Things changed when Wasband cheated. My sense of self was shaken. Everything I do, everything I think is questioned by ME. I worry about how I look, about my wrinkles, my weight, my smile, my attitude - not to mention the stresses of being a single mom, holding a job, being totally dependent on myself, having no benefits, worrying about retirement, my children, and I could go on and on and on....

John and Elizabeth are focused on rebuilding trust, which she says is a slow process. "It means that sometimes he has to have conversations he doesn't want to have," she says. I would love nothing more than to work on rebuilding that trust and I know it would be hard and slow-going.

Elizabeth says she will not let John's affair define HER life or her marriage. "This is a really good man who really did a very, very bad thing. If you take that piece out, I do have a perfect marriage. I have a husband who adores me, who is unbelievable with my children," she says. "And in times where I have been in enormous pain, with the [miscarriage or family deaths], he's been by my side." I know that Wasband is a really good man. For so many years, he adored me and he, too, is unbelievable with our children. Until recently, he was always by my side and I miss him. It is like a death - but he is still here. I continue to have to see him - going on with his life with someone else in my place.

Again, like Elizabeth, there are moments when I wish to protect Wasband. I wanted him and me and our children, to come out of this like we were. I know that will not happen. Wasband was well-respected in our community and I know that a lot of that respect has been lost. He hurt many people - not just me and my children or my family - he has hurt our friends and people who looked up to him. I do not want him to be defined by his choice of unfaithfulness but when he continues to have a relationship with a married woman - there is nothing I can do about that!

Elizabeth was asked by Oprah "Are you still in love with him?" and Elizabeth's response was that it was a complicated question because when you are mad at somebody, it's really hard. I agree with her answer. She went on to say that "trust is a very important part of love". Wasband and I were told during pre-marital counseling that "trust is a major part of a relationship" and we used to always say that to one another. Somewhere along the way - this was forgotten. I will always love Wasband and cannot imagine not loving him.

A quote from her book says, "The only way to find peace, the only way to be resilient when these landmines explode beneath your foundation is to first to accept that there is a new reality."

This is my reality - I am divorced. I am lonely. The person I loved most in the world betrayed me. I now have to share my children. I am totally dependent on my own self. I am humiliated. My self-esteem has been shattered. I am scared.

John stated that when he told Elizabeth about his affair, he didn't know if she would leave ... but he was afraid she might. I don't think Wasband ever cared, actually, I think he got what he wanted - he wanted me to leave.

Resilience - I'm going to Wal-Mart at lunch on Friday to purchase it. Although Elizabeth's story branches off from mine - at a time I wish it would have remained parallel, I realize that I must be resilient. My goal is to be resilient. I am divorced but it is never too late to live happily ever after. I am lonely now but that doesn't mean I always will be. The person I loved most in the world betrayed me but the person I love most in the world now - is God - and I know that he will NEVER betray me. I do have to share custody of and time with my children but when I have them, I will make the most of our time together and when I don't have them, it will give me an opportunity to regenerate and focus on ME! I am dependent on myself to provide food, shelter and clothing to me and my children but I can do it! I was humiliated but this affair was not about me. I did everything I could to save our marriage and preserve our family. My self-esteem - well that may take awhile. I can't undo the fact that I am just a few years shy of 40. I've lost some weight and still have much more to go. My eyes do not have the sparkle they once had and my smile is not quite the same. I do, however, still have the same morals and values I have always had. As for being scared - I think I will always be scared of something - while I think a lot of my fears will be alleviated in the future, it will be hard to trust another but I can do all things through Christ who stengthens me.

Oprah Interviews Elizabeth Edwards: http://www.oprah.com/printarticlefull/oprahshow/20090328-tows-elizabeth-edwards

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

My 2 year old colt had a spectacular showing on Derby Day!

I know I have said it before and I am going to say it again. I think it was so cool that Edison joined our family in Kentucky and celebrated his first birthday in the USA on none other than the 135th running of the Kentucky Derby! Since we didn't get to celebrate his 1st birthday with him, I wanted to make this one extra special.
The weather was not as cooperative as I had hoped, so like the horse - "I Want Revenge" I scratched the pony rides. The kids also didn't get to play with the giant plastic horse shoes I had purchased. While I was looking forward to the pony rides, I know that Beach Boy, Emily's miniature horse, is somewhat of a beach bum and he doesn't exactly enjoy giving rides to little boys and girls. I'm sure he was much happier standing out in the rain than he would have been giving pony rides to little ones!

Most of Edison's favorite little friends and many of his big friends came to celebrate! Of course, our theme for the big day was horses and Derby 135! I made use of the 135 Kentucky Derby logo, buying balloons and even making Edison a special t-shirt to wear on his special day.
Actually, my sister had purchased his t-shirt. The front of it said "Birthday Boy" and had a dump truck with toys in it. I added the derby logo and "Edison is 2!" to the back using my printer and t-shirt transfer sheets. It will be a keepsake for him if I can get the cake, punch and sucker stains out of it. That reminds me, I need to buy some SHOUT!
His cake had a horseshoe shaped rose garland and a banner that said "Happy Birthday Edison!" It also had a big gold 2 on top and was surrounded by little horse cupcakes. These were made by the Twisted Sifter in Perryville, Kentucky. They were adorable and the cake was DELICIOUS!


Edison was a wonderful "candle blower-outer". I missed the first time he blew out the candles so lit them again. I missed the second photo op too. Here he is checking out one of his "horsh" cupcakes. Did I mention that he loves "horshes".

Edison received lots of wonderful gifts. He got books, tub toys, trucks, balls, sidewalk chalk, clothes, bubbles and a bubble machine, a Diego tricycle and lots of money! Lots of people knew I wanted to purchase the new Step 2 Neighborhood Fun Center for his birthday. Thanks everyone for the gifts of money - they will go toward his Fun Center. It is a combination playhouse, slide, and picnic table and one side has a ring toss and ball game. It gets really good reviews and I can't wait until we get it. Hopefully the middle of May.... I'll post pictures of it as soon as we have it! Here is Edison opening his gifts and riding his new tricycle. Notice my t-shirt in the background.

Although the pony rides and horseshoes had to be canceled, the kids had lots of fun in the garage. We played Pin the Tail on the Donkey, had stick horse races and beat the devil out of a pinata that ended up having to be torn open to get the candy out!! For some reason, I didn't have a camera when we were busting the pinata, but I did get a few photos of the stick horse races.

Miss Isabella was declared the winner of the stick horse race. She was the only little girl there and I knew she would appreciate the roses more than any of the little boys. She was so excited! She carried the roses with her through the rest of the party. Check out the stick horse Isabella is holding. I made those and they turned out really cute. It's amazing what you can do with construction paper, yarn and a stapler!

Before the end of the day, I gave Goodie Bags to all of Edison's friends. Inside were stickers, a ball, a birthday blowout, a noisemaker, a beaded necklace, UK tattoos, some candy, and a few other trinkets. The big hit inside the Goodie Bag were the glasses! Check out these hilarious pictures!


This is Isaac Clay


This is Kain and big brother, Cash


This is Ty
This is Dylan

and here is Kensley and Courtney
The day did not end when the party was officially over. My mom and dad hosted a Derby party for the grown-ups. My brother-in-law, Fred, grilled the most delicious chicken and we had lots of yummy side dishes. My niece organized a Derby Pot. Each person who wanted to participate put $1.00 in the pot and pulled out a derby horse name. I put in $2.00 and pulled out 2 names. I know that one was General Quarters and the other started with an A but I can't remember the name. I was feeling pretty good about having General Quarters and thought I might walk away with the $19.00 pot. There was one horse left and I decided to put $1.00 in for Edison. Well, guess who walked away with $19.00 more dollars...

It was EDISON, the Birthday Boy, he had pulled "Mine That Bird". We all watched in amazement as Mine That Bird maneuvered through all the other horses to Run for the Roses! Everyone started asking, who pulled that horse? I thought about it and said, "Edison did!" Of course, he had no clue that he had just won $19.00, actually when we showed him the money, he took two $1.00 bills and gave one to Cash and the other to Ty. His $17.00 will go toward his Neighborhood Fun Center! What a perfect ending to a wonderfully, perfect day!

A big thank you to EVERYONE who came to share in this special day!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDISON!
Mama loves you sooooo much!
Welcome to the Terrible, I mean, Terrific Two's...

Thursday, April 30, 2009

STRANGE

I absolutely LOVE Reba's new song titled "Strange".
Here are part of the lyrics - you'll see why I love it. I think someone was watching me and found themselves a hit song. Below you will also find a link to her live performance of "Strange" at the Country Music Awards.

I laid there feeling sorry for myself
In a bed of kleenex
Stuffin chocolates in my mouth
On the phone with my best friend cussin my ex
He broke my heart
Felt like the world had ended
I cried myself to sleep Thinkin I cant get over him

Strange
Talk about luck I woke up
And the sun was shining
Strange
I oughta be in bed with my head
In the pillow cryin over us
But I aint, aint love strange

http://www.onlylyrics.com/lyrics_video.php?grid=8&id=1032248


Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Tattoos and Disappointments

I was so excited to learn there was a Derby hopeful named Square Eddie. Because of his name, I was going to root for him to win the derby and to capture the Triple Crown. Since working as Kerry Cauthen's secretary in the mid-90's, I've never wanted another horse to win the Triple Crown. Mainly because Kerry's older brother is Steve Cauthen, the last jockey to ride a Triple Crown winner. Kerry and I have remained friends and I still tease him that I taught him everything he knows about practicing law. Brand new attorneys have a lot to learn and I had the honor of teaching Kerry what he didn't learn in law school. Kerry and I are about the same age. While working together, he went with Paul and I one night to Tattoo Charlie's. At age 24, I decided I had never done anything I might regret and wanted to do something "bad". I opted for a tattoo - the "in" thing at that time. He and Paul helped me pick it out - and as it turns out - I should have chosen my own tattoo and not left the choice to those two. We waited in line forever (like 5 hours) before it was finally my turn. Emily was with us (age 2-3 yrs at the time) and she was good as gold. Paul finally took her somewhere to eat because she was hungry and I couldn't lose my place in line. While getting the tattoo, I started to black out from a combination of things - mainly the pain and lack of eating. Charlotte (of Tattoo Charlie's) talked me through the blackout explaining everything that was going to happen. In the meantime, she sent for Orange Juice and Oreo's in the back to help me recover. Do I regret the tattoo? Not really - I don't ever have to look at it. It's on my left outside ankle. I made the choice to place it there so that if I ever drove a UPS truck or a Jeep, I could take the doors off and people could see my tattoo. Now that is what young logic is all about! And to think, by that time, I had been married about 6 years and had a small child. Scary...

Kerry and I both moved on from the law firm of Wyatt, Tarrant & Combs. He is now the Managing Partner for Four Star Sales, a thoroughbred sales agency. I moved on, expanding my family, returning to college and ending up in the adoption field. Since I know the Cauthen family, I just wanted them to hold on to the title so to speak.

Anyway, back to my original story. Square Eddie had to drop out of the Kentucky Derby due to a shin injury. So, now I'll have to find another horse to be my favorite. It'll take more than the name this time around... and I probably will not be hoping for a Triple Crown winner this year either.

I may post a picture of my tattoo sometime - come to think of it - I don't even have a picture of my tattoo. Maybe I should take one...

Monday, April 27, 2009

Someone has a birthday coming soon...

Click on the invitation below to read. My creativity was hard at work! Edison absolutely loves horses. It is his favorite word and he calls most everything with 4 legs a horse. He always says the word with a question mark - horse? How cool to come all the way from Guatemala to the USA, live in KY and celebrate your birthday ON Derby Day! I have a big celebration planned with stick horse races and pony rides! I also splurged on a cake made by the Twisted Sifter. Can't wait to post pics of that...



Monday, April 20, 2009

Happy 2nd Birthday Isaac Clay!

Edison was invited to his first social outing with friends the other day. We went to the park to celebrate his best friend's birthday. We call Isaac Clay and Edison "partners in crime" - take a look and let me know if you agree...

Notice the lipstick on both of their cheeks. Those lips came from IC's mom. I am so excited that Edison and Isaac Clay are going to grow up together. Right now, they both go to the same baby sitter, the same church, and our families have been friends forever! My mom grew up with Isaac Clay's paternal grandparents; Isaac Clay's dad and I have known each other all of our lives and got into some trouble of our own - LOL! They will be playing soccer and t-ball before we know it!


As you can see below, Edison had tons of fun at the park with his friends. He can't wait to celebrate his 2nd birthday. It's coming soon - on Derby Day!!!





God knew I needed this rainbow...

As Edison and I were eating dinner tonight, I had to move his high chair around because the sun was shining very brightly onto his tray. I looked out the back door thinking that I needed to adjust the blinds and could not believe that it was raining as hard as it was. I immediately knew that with the sun shining so brightly, there had to be a rainbow, so I grabbed my camera and went on a mission to find it. The picture is not the best, but you can see it. God knew I needed to see a rainbow to remind me that no matter how many promises are broken by man, His promises will always be kept.





Being the Google queen that I am, I went on a search tonight for quotes about rainbows. Enjoy them and give me your thoughts.

Life is like a rainbow. You need both the sun and the rain to make its color appear. Author Unknown

The way I see it, if you want the rainbow you gotta put up with the rain. Dolly Parton

“May God give you...For every storm a rainbow, for every tear a smile, for
every care a promise and a blessing in each trial. For every problem life sends,
a faithful friend to share, for every sigh a sweet song and an answer for each
prayer.” Irish Blessing

“May those who love us, love us; and those who don't love us, may God turn their hearts; and if He doesn't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so we'll know them by their limping.” Irish Blessing

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. John Vance Cheney

Let no one who loves be unhappy... even love unreturned has its rainbow. James Matthew Barrie

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. Lyman Frank Baum

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Mama's Christmas Present

This is a counted-cross-stitch picture I started for my Mom as a Christmas gift in 2007. I gave it to her on Christmas Day; however, I still had a few tobacco leaves around the edge to finish and some backstitching to do. I took it the sampler home with me and intended to get it back to her before the end of the year.

Fast forward to April, 2009! I explain it this way - Life Happened! When I started the project, I had just finished my degree and had started a new job. I had all of this free time on my hands because I no longer had papers due or tests to study for. That didn't last long as my new job led to finding a child who needed a Mom and Dad. We started the adoption process and I got side-tracked with all the paper-chasing and then preparing for the baby, taking care of my girls, etc. Our little bundle of joy finally arrived and THEN, along came the divorce which pretty much shattered my ability to function for awhile.

Anyway, I finally returned to the land of the living. I pulled Mama's Christmas present out of its hiding place and went back to work on it with a goal of having it finished, framed and on her wall by Easter. Mission accomplished! Many hours was spent on this project and it was worth every stitch! I knew, as soon as I saw this pattern, that I wanted to do it for my mom. The pattern is a Shaker pattern and it reminds me and other family membrs of my PaDaddy's tobacco farm. PaDaddy and Nannie were my great-grandparents.

While typing this blog entry, I started thinking about all the jobs I had while growing up in a tobacco farming family. I know I have some blog followers and bloggy friends who are not from Kentucky and probably have no clue about raising tobacco. I come from a long line of Kentucky Burley Tobacco growers! I am proud of my heritage and although I do not smoke or chew tobacco, I understand the hard work that goes into raising this crop. As a young girl, I helped my mom and dad with their tobacco crop and it is probably some of the most tiring work I have ever done. Raising tobacco keeps a farmer busy through all seasons and it keeps their kids busy during summer break and on winter snow days!!! If I have time, I may finish this story another day...

Monday, April 13, 2009

Etiquette and The Professional Pincher

My girls were on Spring Break last week. All three kids spent the first half of the week with Wasband and then spent the last half of the week with me.

As a getaway for the girls, I made arrangements to spend one night in a guest house owned by my aunt and uncle in a nearby city. The house has been beautifully restored and is a lot of fun for kids. Great hiding places, 2-1/2 stories, themed suites and a jacuzzi tub are just a few of the highlights. The kids love to visit and it is a fairly inexpensive getaway. I, too, was looking forward to it. It's nice to leave home and leave responsibility behind - to be able to sit on the couch and watch a movie without worrying about laundry and other household chores you should be doing.

Let's just say, I didn't get much rest. Each of the girls invited a friend. The first fight began over who was going to sleep in the Africa suite on the top floor. Granted, there is room for 4 to sleep in that room, but they didn't all want to sleep in the same room. This is a recurring theme in my home, the teen and tween do not like to share (or even be together most of the time)! After showing their friends the house, my teen and her friend came down and informed me that they would not fight for the Africa suite if I would let them stay in the Kentucky room. Well, the Kentucky room was the room I wanted. I was looking forward to a big King Size bed and easy access to the jacuzzi; however, to avoid any problems, I told the teen and her friend they could stay in the Kentucky room and that Edison and I would take the Texas room on the first floor.

I didn't mind the Texas room - it has a nice queen size bed which is plenty big for one person and Edison would be sleeping in his portable crib anyway. I went to bed around 11:00 that night, listening to the soundtrack of "Lonesome Dove" on the CD and reading a book about the Alamo. I had just closed my eyes around midnight when I had the eery feeling that someone had opened the door and was standing in my room. My back was toward the door and I lay still waiting for something to happen. That was when I heard "Mama" in a very soft whisper. By that time, my brain had realized I was probably going to hear that word and therefore I did not jump out of my skin. "Huh?" I replied. It was my tween who said that they couldn't sleep up there in the Africa Suite - it was too scary. She then told me that they had tried sleeping in the Shaker Room, across from where teen and friend were sleeping, but they couldn't sleep there either. I then asked, do you want to sleep on the pull out sofa in the living room? Of course they did! So at midnight, I was pulling the sofa bed out, finding sheets, blankets and pillows and setting up a place for the two tweens to sleep in the room right next to mine. I can't help but smile when I think about this. As much as they want to be big and brave - they still need Mama!

It wasn't until the next day that I realized both tweens had each taken a jacuzzi bath and two showers each. The teens had also helped themselves to more showers and baths than were needed. As I was walking around the house making sure things were still in place, I realized that three of the four girls had opened a new toothbrush, helped themselves to a new razor, and all four girls used a new towel each and every time they got into the water! It was then I realized that I would probably not get a jacuzzi bath because I needed to straighten up all the beds that had been "tried out" through the night and put a load of towels in the dryer.

I had to have an etiquette talk with the girls but I didn't want to hurt their feelings. I just casually mentioned later that the toothbrushes, razors, toothpaste, etc. were there for people who forgot to bring those things and were not for them to just help themselves. I got one response from my tween's friend who said that she had forgotten her toothbrush. I also told them that I had paid for 5 people to stay in the house and when the housekeeper came she would probably think there had been 25 people there with all of the wet towels. I told them I thought they were clean enough after all the baths that they could have re-used their towels. No one said a word.

As it turned out, I got most of the towels washed, the toddler down for a nap and jumped into the jacuzzi while the towels were in the dryer. It was an enjoyable bath - up until the Tornado warning! I hear little girls screaming and running up the stairs, banging on my door and yelling that there is a Tornado Watch. I remained calm and said, if it's a watch, that just means that a tornado can happen. It looks like the sun is shining outside to me. A few minutes later, I hear them running up the stairs again, this time they say there is a Tornado Warning in the county where we live. I remained calm and told them that we were not in that county right now. I told them what county and city we were in right now and they went away. Next, I hear them running up the stairs again and this time I hear the toddler crying from all the noise they have made. They say, the sirens are going off outside! There is a Tornado Warning for us!!! By this time, I am getting out of the tub and trying to look outside. The weather looks great out one window but my - it was black out the other window! I quickly got dressed and went downstairs to watch the weather with the girls. They were all a little scared. I was trying to laugh with them and show them where we were on the map and tell them all the things you say to try to calm your children's fears until the storm was over.

The girls were full of questions and worries. Where do we go if there is a tornado? Can we all fit in that closet? Do you think my dad is okay? Can I call my dad? He's not answering - do you think he is okay? I'm worried about Daddy's girlfriend - she lives where the tornado was. Have you ever been in a tornado? What does a tornado cloud look like? Have you seen one? How close are we to where the tornado is?

As it turns out, a tornado actually touched down at the county line but other than lots and lots of rain and some pea sized hail, it wasn't much of a storm. When I was a little girl I was terrified of storms but I'm really not anymore. That's a good thing since I now live alone and it is Springtime in Kentucky!

I haven't told you much about Edison. He enjoyed walking up and down and up and down and up and down the stairs of the house. That is what he did most of the time we were there. When he wasn't playing on the stairs, he was pinching the girls. My tween's friend was picked up by her mom later in the day. She told her mom that she had a good time and that Edison was a Professional Pincher! I wonder where that will get him in life...

Until next time

Hoppy Easter!

Here are some Easter pics for you to enjoy! The first is Edison taking a break from hunting eggs. He was really excited that some of them had "cannie" in them-yummy! The second is Edison checking out what the Easter bunny left in his basket. The next picture is me with my beautiful children on Easter morning. The next three are right after Church on Easter Sunday. Kensley had a soccer game on Saturday. We also had our big family egg hunt on Saturday afternoon at my mom and dad's house. The next picture shows that Kensley was pretty much exhausted. She fell asleep on my mom's couch! The next picture of Kensley was taken earlier in the day. She loves to twirl around in her dress! I love the last picture of Emily and her cousin (my nephew), Jase.



Saturday, April 11, 2009

Things I've Learned in the Past 3 Months

A little over three months ago, I set up my own household and I have learned quite a few things about life, about myself, about everyday things.


Here are just some of the things I have learned:

About my household -
  • Furniture sliders are a girls best friend! I can move every single piece of furniture in my house without the help of a man. You should buy yourself some!
  • Landlords fix things that are broken much more quickly than husbands do.
  • Snakes live in town too.
  • Halogen light bulbs may save energy but they do not last for 6 years!
  • A house is much easier to keep clean without a man living in it but little boys are very messy!

About maintaining a vehicle:

  • I can walk into an auto parts store and find what I need without any help.
  • Sometimes you have to get your Mom to call your mechanic! Especially if the mechanic is taking his sweet time to fix the only vehicle you own and you have to keep borrowing hers!
  • The smell of "doe estrus" will come out of the upholstery of your truck and you can turn a "huntin' truck" into something driveable!
  • Touching a halogen lightbulb for your vehicle will shorten its life; it has something to do with the oil from your skin/fingers - so don't touch it when you replace the one that is bad.
  • I can check the anti-freeze level, the power steering fluid and the oil in my truck. I can also tell you which one is leaking on my driveway!
  • Rotors should be turned each time your tires are rotated (or at least every other time) and tires should be rotated more often than I thought.
  • I am going to need new rotors and new tires in about one month!

I have learned lots of other things about myself and about life and I would love to share them but they may seem "negative" to some who read this and I have promised this blog would not be negative. Personally, I would not consider them "negative" - just truthful - and sometimes the truth hurts.


Monday, April 6, 2009

Grief

I have learned that it is okay to grieve the death of my relationship with Wasband. I have not fully grieved but feel I have gotten through the worst of it. There are so many losses in a divorce. I know as I continue to live life, there will be other things I will grieve. I just pray it will continue to get easier. Here are a few of the things I have grieved the loss of:
  • hopes and dreams for our future together
  • raising my children WITH their father
  • the loss of Wasband's love for me
  • time with my kids
  • growing old together
  • celebrating our 50th Wedding Anniversary (or at least a 40th or 45th - gosh I would have loved to have made it to 20!)
  • the loss of my home and home ownership
  • the loss of a nice vehicle with leather seats and "bun warmers"
  • the Weeping Cherry Tree we planted last Fall
  • the loss of my horses
  • the loss of some of my friends
  • the loss of my neighbors
  • not knowing where my children are or what they are doing sometimes
  • the loss of Wasband's family
  • going to Church together with my spouse and our chidren
  • the standard of living to which I was accustomed
  • living 1/2 mile from my parents in the community where I grew up
  • sharing holidays together
  • sharing our grandchildren together
  • sharing all of the memories we made together
  • watching Wasband raise a son
  • I also lost my cook, my driver, my lawn mower, my lover, my housekeeper, and my best friend

I could go on and on with this list because I have lost so much! What I have realized is that I cannot ignore this. I must grieve my losses in order to recover.

Jeremiah 48:20 says, "Wail and cry out!". Trust me, I have wailed loudly and I have cried out and oh, it makes me feel so much better! It's been a long time now since I "wailed" and the tears don't come as often as they did. I still have difficult days but the hard days are becoming fewer and fewer and there are many more happy days in between!

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Emily & Edison & some other stuff


I live on a street surrounded by little old widow ladies.
Actually, one of them passed away last week.
My next door neighbor has the most beautiful flowers.
Here are some of her tulips right next to my drive that I get to enjoy each day.


This is Emily's dog. His name is RJ and he is a Blue Heeler.
Blue Heeler's are cattle dogs meaning he will nip your heels
to try to get you to go wherever he thinks you need to go!




Here is Emily holding Edison. They love each other soooo much!


Edison loves to play ball - any kind of ball!



Do you think my tractor's sexy?



Emily!! Are you drinking out of a sippy cup?


Edison decides he better drink up, before Emily drinks it all!





Saturday, April 4, 2009

Soccer Game April 4th



Kensley was asked to play on the boys' team today. Most of the guys on the blue team had left for Spring Break, so the "boys" team ended up being mostly a "girls" team. Kensley played really tough today and I was so proud of her. Enjoy some pictures...







Ouch - she fell hard on her shoulder - here she is with her dad as he's helping her work it out.