Wet Concrete+Flip Flops=

A few weeks ago I had a little accident. Carl, Brady and I were driven home from a friends house late (at like 11:30) one rainy night. I had Brady bundled in my arms since we had put him to bed at our friends. As I was walking into the garage I noticed a bug or something on the ground. I turned my body to look at it and possibly squash it. But, uh-oh, my foot slipped. I tried catching my balanced with the other foot, but that slipped too. Down we went, right inbetween our two parked cars. SMACK!!! Hello Concrete! Brady is wailing! Carl rushed over to us, stricken with fear of what just happened. My elbow and knee hurt, but so what. I'm more concerned about Brady. Did he hit his head?? I didn't hit mine, I don't think. There's no blood from him, no bumps. He just seems to be startled. Whew!! Our friend gets out of his car to see if we're okay. Carl points out a large purple bump on my elbow. They both comment that it's pretty gross. I'm feeling a little light headed so I take a seat on the ground. I reassure them I didn't hit my head and that I'm okay, I just needed to sit for a minute. We tell our friend we're okay and that he can go home.
Carl is carrying Brady now, my elbow hurts pretty bad. As I'm walking through the kitchen I think "Well, I won't be reading my book tonight....I'm really sleepy." I had just made it to the carpeted living room when I go down. I remember going down, though it's hazy, I didn't just fall over. The next thing I know Carl is yelling my name, Brady is crying again, and I'm signing milk (opening and closing my hand) with my good arm. Oh, that was strange. I tell Carl to put Brady in his bed and I'll just stay put til he gets back.
Upon his return, Carl assists me up and to the bedroom. I inform him of my need to use the toilet. We decide we'll just go to bed and have my elbow check in the morning at the Urgent Care. Carl stays by my side the whole time. He help me not to have to move my elbow. Just about finished, I think "I'm not going to bother washing my face tonight...." Again, Carl is yelling my name and I'm signing milk, all slumped like on the toilet. That wouldn't have been the first time I've fallen off the potty....
Carl tells me I went all unfocused and my body tensed up and just slumped down. He's the only reason I wasn't lying on the cold tile. We get me up and to the bed. Carl doesn't like my recent activities and has decided we're going to the hospital. After trying to get ahold of the friends we were with (they live just down the street) with no success, we decide we should probably take Brady with us anyway just incase. Poor kid had probably just gotten back to a good comefy sleeping position.
That was a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG night in the E.R. Everything was all fun and games until they decided I got to wear a C-Brace (a neck brace for people who may have ceasures) and to set up an IV. Now I was miserable. Not to mention Brady's adrenaline had worn off and he was tired and fussy. It was hard for him to lay down with me cuz he kept trying to get up and I couldn't hold him down due to my new incapacitations plus a bum elbow. The doctor checked him out and said he looked fine. We concurred. He could go home. I, however, was still getting tests done. The x-rays looked fine, nothing broken or fractured. They did a CAT scan. There were no cats in my head.
We contacted the LaVetters and got Brady over there at about 5 a.m. Things aren't very quick in the ER. Brady did manage to get some sleep until the baby in the next room started crying. I also got some sleep while Brady slept and while Carl took him to the LaVetters. About half an hour after he left, the nurse came in and told me I could go. Well, I couldn't REALLY go because 1)I had no car, 2)I couldn't drive until I got an EEG, and 3) I was DEAD tired! I waited a little while longer for Carl. I'm sure they were jut a tap, tap, tapping their feet to get me out of that room.
We went to bed when we got home, which was about 6ish. We slept until 9:30ish. Carl went to get Brady, who woke up at the LaVetters at 6. We spent most of the day sleeping, all three of us. Carl let me sleep more while he watched Brady. He's so good to me. We went to the nieces Ballet performance that night. I wouldn't miss that.
Carl stayed home Monday in the event that I could get into the doctors for the EEG. No luck, but it did help to have him home. Upon seeing the doctor (on Tuesday) he said I seem to be okay since I didn't have anymore issues after the bathroom one. He said what most likely happened was that my blood vessels in my neck expanded from all the adrenaline from not only falling, but falling with a child in arms, and caused the blood to drain from my head/brain. He called it syncope. I could drive and didn't need an EEG.
My elbow took a few weeks to heal up. It still is very sore on the little round ball part that is at the end. I'm pretty sure it took most of our weight.
Now that you have (possibly) read my fun little story, here are the pictures of my elbow a week later. Oh, what fun it is to fall on a rainy, stormy night! (think jingle bells)

Show me a sign....or poster.

We went to Tyrza's end of year violin performance a few weeks ago. I saw these posters in the lobby of the concert hall:

Impressive, huh? Look closer...

February 12th, that's my birthday.

It's hard to see it, but April 26th, that's Carl's birthday. Now I know we're meant to be together.

*Oh and there was a poster with Brady's birthday on it, but our ride was leaving so I didn't get to it.

What's the story?

Seriously? SERIOUSLY???

I spent some time this afternoon with a family that needs some help. They are being assisted by the government because of "disabilities". While we were out they asked to go to a video store and return some items. They told me they are on a program where they can get upto 3 items out at a time. The brochure they showed me said that package was $25 a month! While we were there, they spotted a gaming system that is $170, a good deal. But I'm thinking, "Hey! I wish I could just drop $170 on a gaming system. Heck I wish I had time to play the ones I already own!" They have a little girl. She's growing so fast. They sold their working TV to get her clothes and replaced it with a Rent-To-Own version of something better than what I have in my own living room.

Now, I know I can't judge because I don't have all the facts. But I feel like saying, "Hey! That's MY tax money you're spending! Sure you need recreation and enjoyment, but c'mon!" I actually slipped a little and said "Maybe I should claim disability." I'm crazy, I could do it.

It just doesn't seem fair that my husband has to get out there and bust his butt to pay for what we do have. And if we want more, then I have to give up my time with my son and find a job. In my perfect little world, the government would have programs that monitor the spending of those on assistance. If their spending is appropriate, i.e. going towards food, reasonable clothing, moderate entertainment expenditures and the like, then they are allowed more funds. But if the recipient is blowing their funds in an irresponsible way, they get cut off. Without working all the details out, it sounds great to me.

Maybe the next time they ask for a favor, I'll say something. I don't mean to be rude, but just to open their eyes. Sometimes people are so blind to what is really going on. Some people don't know any better. Some people don't want to put in the work and effort it takes to help them selves out. And then there are those that just don't care.

It sure has been heck financially here. Carl and I struggle. Many times I feel like just giving up and getting whatever the crap I want at the grocery store. But then that little voice, whether it be logic or the spirit, tells me that I won't learn anything from doing it the easy-for-now way and that developing frugal habits will pay off. Darn little voice. Darn learning makes you stronger. Darn trials that make you so much better of a person when you've worked through them. Darn life. Sometimes I'd like to claim ignorance. Too bad I know too much.

Please leave your thoughts/comments. I'd like to know what others think about this. Am I the only one who thinks there is something wrong? Is there something I'm missing? Enlighten me folks!

Long Time, No Blog

It's been awhile. Some of you have been aware that I got sucked (no pun intened) into Twilight. Now that that is all over with, I've been catching up on the house work.
We're also working on getting a garden in before it is too late. Hopefully this year will go better than last.
We've also been busy with Church callings and mom fallings.
We're doing good and enjoying the last few days before Carl starts school again in June. Brady is walking everywhere!!! Although he can't get up in the middle of a room, he much prefers walking to crawling.
I hope to get back to my regularly unschedualed blogging soon. Stay tuned.

Bedtime Stories

My mom got Carl Betime Stories with Adam Sandler for his birthday. We give this movie like, 17 thumbs-up. I kept thinking as I was watching "We should buy this movie." Uuuh, DER! It was fairly clean, except for the scantily-clad swimsuits that adorned the beach goers. It was HILARIOUS!! There's a boy in our branch who talks about a gerbil with huge eyes. Now I know what he means and that he's not just crazy (Kim, you know your kids are, well, imaginative ; ).) Even though it was a Disney Production, it wasn't far-fetched like some other productions, i.e. the Cheetah Girls.

I think the combination of a Happy Madison (which are usually PG-13 and make me cringe A LOT) AND a Disney production was muy exellente. I hope they have some more successes as oringinal and family friendly as this.

Oh, and Carl says he will let anybody borrow it for FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Twilight

I am still awaiting an available copy of Eclipse and was in need of a Twilight fix. As you may know, I'm addicted. So we watched Twilight last night as a celebration of Carl being done with this semester. I was UTTERLY dissapointed. Blech!!! I think even if I didn't read the books and had no idea what was going on, I would have thought it was a bad movie. Nevermind the gaping holes in the story that happen to every Based on a Book movie. I did not enjoy the extra sexual content that I didn't read (or notice) in the book. But I guess that's the sort of stuff that is a requirement for a movie these days. We watched the "extended" scenes and the director just creeps me out. I will not be anxiously awaiting the next movie.

This was like really cheap heroine. Or you know when you REALLY want a Dr. Pepper and all you can get is a Dr. Thunder? Yeah, it was like that.