Wednesday, January 28, 2015
#bolehmyass
Saturday, January 24, 2015
My Grama...
My dad called to tell me that my Grama passed away yesterday. We knew it was coming. She had been sick with cancer and recently was in great pain...which none of us wanted. And while you know it's for the best, it still sucks. Cancer sucks.
I wrote this and I'm thankful my brother will read it at my Grama's funeral on Wednesday...I know I never could've read it...it was hard enough to write.
It is not easy to express how much I love my Grama...not easy at all. The last few weeks there has been nothing more that I wanted than to be home with my family, but situations as they are, it was not possible.
But, I have spent the time reminiscing about all the times we spent together...and the times continuously bring a smile to my face.
When I was little, Grama was our number one favorite babysitter. There was no one better to take care of us when mom and dad were going out. I think we probably encouraged my parents to go out so that she could come watch us. Afterall, she never yelled at us…ever! She always had treats for us – Wink soda and Cheetos were amongst my favorite. And we could always count on being up an extra 30 minutes past our bedtime – without a word being said to Mom and Dad.
As I got bigger Grama taught me some important things. Well, they were not the conventional things that you would think of like baking cookies or knitting…people always think of grandmothers teaching grandchildren those types of things. My Grama taught me the importance of the numbers 1-75 and how those numbers correlated to the letters B-I-N-G-O. My Grama loved BINGO and while the love of BINGO skipped a generation with my mom, I LOVED to go to BINGO with Grama. She and I would laugh at the people with their troll dolls and silly good luck charms and we would just roll our eyes when people would yell out “Chicken Legs!’ when the number B11 was called out – because 9 times out of 10 we didn’t even have B11 on our cards and this silly yelling was just wasting time until the next number could be called. And, I was always amazed at how many cards she could keep track of when she played…to me it seemed like dozens.
My Grama also loved to shop…this I’ve known since I was little and this is a family trait that has been consistently passed down through the generations. When I was young, Saturdays were our shopping day – and it always included lunch at Friendly’s. Always. As I got older, we continued to shop and grab lunch. Last summer I was shopping with my mom and Grama and volunteered to buy lunch for them – maybe someplace nice. But, what do they choose? Hot Dog Charlie’s. I don’t know if you’ve ever been to Hot Dog Charlie’s, but they sell hot dogs that are about the size of your pinkie and my mom and Grama spent the next 3 days laughing at “What a big spender” I was for buying them lunch at this fine establishment. I probably should’ve pushed for Panera at the very least, but I’ll always remember the good-natured teasing.
And lastly, if you want to know how wonderful my Grama was, all I can tell you is that my senior year of college, I spent spring break in Florida – with my Grama. While my roommates were heading off to the craziness of warmer climates, I was heading to Boynton Beach to see her. It was a week full of shopping, BINGO, lots of laughs, breakfasts at the local bagel shop, and cold beer for me and vodka and tonics for her. There was no place I would’ve rather spent my spring break.
Cicero wrote, “The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.” Rest assured Grama that you have given us a lifetime of fantastic memories.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Fab 5 Friday...
Monday, January 19, 2015
I have a child...
In December and January I have received 8 calls from the school health office - and I've probably missed a few in there - because my hypochondriac/attention seeking child is in the nurse's office. I can tell you that he is not dying. He is not sick. He's not bleeding. He doesn't even have a freaking paper cut. He either wants out of something they are doing in class or he just loves the attention that the school nurses shower on him or both.
In December when the calls from the school nurse were coming so frequently that I wanted to change my cell number, we had a long talk with him about this...how he was wasting the time of his classroom teacher, the nurse, and the student who walks him down to the nurse. We even made him write apology notes to the teacher and nurse for wasting their time when he truly wasn't sick. We talked about the story of the little boy who cried "Wolf!" and that he needed to be very careful when he went to the nurse because he truly has a medical issues that might need the nurse's attention one day.
And yet again, today, I received a phone call that he was at the nurse because he was coughing. Give me a break! 2 hours ago the kid was running up and down the stairs acting like a maniac - and yeah, he might have coughed once, but it was nothing serious.
So now I am back wondering what I should do? My immediate reaction is to take away his electronics and not allow him to play with his friends for a specified period of time or take away one of the birthday parties he's been invited to this weekend. But, the punishment doesn't seem to fit the crime.
I have threatened. I have pleaded. I have punished. I have praised him for his good qualities. And now, I am open to suggestions. How do I get my child to stop being a frequent flyer at the nurse's office? Please...Tell me!
Thursday, January 15, 2015
This Week...
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
1600 Pandas...
I just couldn't help but grab my camera and snap a few shots of these guys...
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Far Away...
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Fab 5 Friday...
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Phuket...
Okay...so here's the scoop on our trip. We stayed at a serviced apartment in Kalim Beach. We really liked having an apartment with a kitchen - which allowed us leisurely breakfasts which we cooked ourselves and a frig full of beverages! It was quite spacious and worked perfectly for us.
That being said, it was a tuk tuk ride into town (Patong) - which cost us 200 baht each time (Blaine is a good negotiator - as most drivers wanted 300 baht). I think it was worth it and we really had no trouble getting cabs or tuk tuks.
We are pretty easy going and went to Phuket with little planned. We hung out at the pool, ate Christmas Eve dinner at Acqua (which was delicious if you are looking for a finer dining experience), did an elephant trek (A-W-E-S-O-M-E!!!), did a quad/buggy tour, saw the Big Buddha (Is it terrible to say that I'm getting to the point where I feel that if I've seen one Big Buddha, I've seen them all?!?!), went mini golfing, to the go carts, saw a monkey show, watched Thai boxing (missed seeing Beyoncé and Jay-Z by 2 days), ate Thai food, drank lots of margaritas, had many inexpensive massages, hung out at the beach (many days), haggled with the local vendors, watched the Fantasea show, made friends with Nadia, made many sandcastles, celebrated New Year's Eve at Coyote, lit our paper lantern and watched fireworks.
And I think that's it! We were going to do the boat trip to Phi Phi Island, but with Blaine's knee not 100% we didn't want to have him climbing in and out of a boat since there would be no real docks. We'll save that for next time!
I hope 2015 is treating everyone well so far! School starts back up next week and then we'll jump back to our normal routine! Or, somewhat normal routine!