tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185283456630801252024-02-19T05:14:20.251-05:00Bekah's BabblesBekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-9311386166954168962012-11-27T11:16:00.001-05:002012-11-27T11:18:26.433-05:00Becky Crocker<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The past couple days have been great. I have been in a big "baking frenzy". No one in the house, especially Sam, Seth and Sam's friends, seem to mind tho. It keeps my mind busy and I feel it is good for the soul. Not as good as Jesus, nothing can come close to that, but it still does me good. I find myself very comfortable in the kitchen now. Don't enjoy cooking as much as baking, but I will take either one. I found a ton of great recipes to try on Pinterest. Looking forward to being able to bring some goodies into work when I return. But for now, I will show you the two that I have made and were a great succes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I made what jello flavors we had, which were orange and strawberry banana. They were also sugar-free jello's. Everyone seemed to like them without the extra sweetness. The orange was compared to a starburst and the strawberry banana was compared to a pop tart. Just so you get an idea.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">These were just SO pretty and appealing in the picture that I HAD to try them. Not only do we all love pistachios, but that cool lime green color was just calling my name saying "Bake me! You know you are going to love me!" So I did. And they were devoured before I ever got to make the icing to go on them. I still would like to make the icing and have the "whole" cupcake one day, but they are delicious by themselves. Very moist and exactly what you would want a cupcake to taste like.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Yesterday was a big day for me. I got to leave the house for a little while!! First time in a month and a half, other then going to the doctor. I went to work and stood outside as healthy people came out to give me hugs and to catch up. It was great to see everyone. Mom ran some more errands and I stayed in the car for most of it. Then we had Sonic for lunch. I love that place! Blue coconut slush, my mouth is watering just thinking about it. By the time we got home I was exhausted. It was definitely worth it tho.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Been doing my daily devotionals through theYouVersion app on my phone. I tell you, it feels like the Lord is speaking directly to me each day. Like each one was written just for me. If I feel myself start to lose patience or getting irritated, I can just read the devotional again. God is good. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, for today I'm hoping I can do some sewing. I'm absolutely horrible at it, but the only way to get better is to practice, right?? Sooo, I'm going to work on the Secret Santa gifts for the girls. Hopefully they turn out alright. If not, we have some new cleaning rags :) Hope everyone has a blessed day! Keep God first!</span></div>
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Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-373012374156271022012-11-25T03:15:00.001-05:002012-11-25T03:56:03.220-05:00Born again<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, where to start? I can't believe it has been a year and a half since my last blog. And oh how things have changed in that time. The months and years flew by, but the days and weeks dragged on. I figured today was as good a day as any to start blogging again. You see it's my one month anniversary of waking up. Having a fresh new start to life. Getting that second chance that I never really deserved but am so thankful for. Well, at least it was my anniversary 1 hour and 25 minutes ago. The steroids keep me awake a lot. And I can't stop my mind from just running and running. So I'm going to try to write my thoughts down and just tell my story of the last month. Hopefully it will help. I pray it does. If not, God has a purpose for me to be awake.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">It all started on October 12. I woke up in the middle of the night with chest pain. Thought nothing of it. I woke up Saturday morning, October 13, at 4:30am to get ready for work. My chest still hurt, but I just figured it was like a normal fall morning. Your throat is a little scratchy, chest is sore, no biggie....right?? I proceeded to work all day. My chest started hurting worse toward the end of my shift and I started having a little trouble breathing. I just felt cruddy. Like I could be getting a fever. I left work at 1:30pm and by the time I got home, 1:45pm, it was like I was hit by a plague. I was throwing up, freezing, sweating, just had no strength. That's when I heard it. That ever-haunting chest crackle. That's when it clicked in my head, "I have walking pneumonia". Pssh, easy fix. I had that once when I was like 10 or 13. No biggie. Boy was I ever wrong. Mom and Dad came home from helping the church all day with Second Saturday Serve, to find me in the bathroom floor hunched over the trashcan. I had to say the words I never wanted to say. "I need a doctor NOW". </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">In the car I went with Dad and my trashcan. We headed to Express Care. There was nobody else there, Thank God (first answer to MANY prayers that went up to him),and the doctor decided she wanted a chest x-ray. Obviously. So the tech took the x-ray and her response was not what I was hoping to hear. It was a gasp, followed by an "Oh my goodness, you definitely have pneumonia!! You need to see this." She proceeded to tell me it was a "pretty impressive" x-ray and showed me that I only had 1/3 of my right lung functioning. That's it!! How?? When did that happen? How could I feel so fine and all of a sudden I only have 1/3 of one lung operating? So the doctor came in and said she was unable to treat me there. That I needed to go to the ER. I guess the look on my face showed her exactly what I was thinking and she decided to re-iterate her last statement, "You need to go to the ER NOW!!" Ok then lady, I will go. But I'm going to give one last look to let you know how un-thrilled I am. Out I walked to the waiting room and Mom had come up to meet us there. I informed them of the "fabulous" news I just received and with my x-ray and papers from Express Care, we were out the door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">There is something about walking into an emergency room and instantly getting that feeling that you are being judged. Like everyone is trying to figure out what is wrong with you because you look perfectly normal. I felt normal minus the fact I couldn't breathe and I knew I had a fever. I go back to triage and they do the usual stuff. Temp was at 103, they drew blood, did EKG, all that jazz. I thought that since I had paperwork from Express Care that I would be taken back at a reasonable time. Three hours later, the nurse from triage came out, asked me to come back, that they wanted to re-evaluate me. My fever had gone up a little. My breathing was horrible. She apologized up and down and said I looked miserable. I told her I understood and that there were a lot of sick people there. I would wait my turn. She sent me back out to the waiting area. She then came out with some aspririn, said she wasn't supposed to do this but she felt that she needed to get my fever down (yet another answered prayer). Finally after being in the waiting room for 4 hours, I got called back. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Bloodwork, more poking, fluids, oxygen mask. The nurses were great. Very sweet. Very concerned. My oxygen level without the mask was in the mid to lower 80's, its supposed to be 95 or higher. After a while the doctor came in, said he wasn't impressed with the x-ray from Express Care and that he didn't think it was pneumonia. Ummm what??? Did you not hear my chest? Can you not see that I'm breathing with my stomach and not my lungs? Do you not see that I'm taking 75-80 breaths a minute?? Something is very wrong!! The doctor ordered another x-ray. The nurses had done some breathing treatments, still couldn't get my oxygen level up and were convinced that I would be admitted. Once the results from the x-ray came back, the doctor informed me that it was indeed pneumonia. Well DUH! He then gave me a choice. I could be admitted or I could go home. Well anyone who knows me, knows that I would much rather be home (or anywhere for that matter) then be in a hospital. The doctor said I was young enough to be able to overcome this with the antibiotics he prescribed and that if there were any issues to come back. The nurses were shocked. So there I was, getting my IV removed, with an oxygen level at 83, at 1:37am, being sent home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Laying in bed was horrible. All I could do was try to rock myself and tell myself that "The prescriptions will be filled tomorrow, don't concentrate on not being able to breathe or the pain. Stop thinking about the fact that you are so hot it feels like you could melt into the sheets". Less then 5 hours later, I was being told that we were going back to the ER. And that's when I knew something was wrong. I was really sick. Because I found myself saying "ok" and getting my shoes on without changing clothes. I brushed my teeth and brushed my hair and we were back in the car heading to UCMC.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">We arrived and I was so scared that we would have to wait again. Nope. They rushed me right back to a room. Had a bunch of nurses in there, taking blood, putting oxygen on, getting the story about what happened the night before. There was no question now, I was being admitted. It was just a matter of when they could get a room. And that's when my life changed, October 14, 2012.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I got a double room in IMC and immediately was not impressed with the nurse and tech that I was assigned to. The tech had almost ripped my IV out because she had an attitude, dropped a piece to the oxygen mask on the floor and put it on my face and was arguing with the nurses from the ER that had brought me up to the floor. Of course that didn't sit well with me and I was NOT going to be in the care of her with her acting like that. I kept telling them that I wanted the other oxygen mask back because I could breathe better with it. They wouldn't listen to me!! Finally I broke down and was crying. I was in so much pain, I couldn't breathe and they weren't listening. The male nurse finally gave me the mask back and got me my own room.It was a rush of doctors, 4 different ones to be exact. They were all watching me and my case. I was "too young" for this. And for it to be "this severe". Those key words never belong in the same sentence. I know I was in IMC for 2 days. I remember John, my nurse, and the guy that would give my breathing treatments, standing on either side of me, and beating my back trying to get me to cough something up. It hurt to cough. It felt like something should be coming out but nothing would. John would stress it over and over how badly they needed a sample and soon!! I kept telling him I was trying and I honestly was. I didn't want to be in there forever. I later found out why that sample was so important. If they had started treating me for the wrong kind of pneumonia, then found out the correct kind and had to use steroids after starting another treatment, it could potentially make it worse and even kill me. They got a little sample. Not much, but I coughed up what I could. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">On October 16, I got the worst news. They were going to intubate me. I started crying and begging the doctor. I would do whatever it took to cough up more. I remember pleading with Matt, Mom, Dad and the doctors, "Please!! I don't want that tube in my throat!" There was no other way. Of course, in my head, I thought I would be awake the whole time. Not the case. While the doctors and nurses got ready for the procedure, I learned that in the last 2 days the x-rays had shown nothing but bad news. My lungs had gotten worse. To the point where you couldn't even see my ribcage. It was all white. This is where things get blurry. I remember hugging Mom and Dad, crying. They were trying to hold back their tears and re-assure me that everything would be fine and they loved me. That's the last thing I remember.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"> Dad is next to me in a chair. He has a hat on and the hood of his jacket over his head. He is staring into his lap and won't look at me. I'm reaching for his hand and he won't even turn his head. "Dad, I'm sorry. Please. Dad, I love you". Still, he sits pefectly still. Never once moving or turning to me. I start to cry. What have I done? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">There are 2 women at the end of my bed. And Mama Grace was also in the room. The one woman said she was the doctor and the other said she was an intern. They told me they were taking the tube out. That I needed to sit straight up. So I did. Out comes the tube. I think to myself "Ha, no problem. Why was I so worried about that?" Then they tell me that they are going to remove the tube. "Ummm you just did". They must have seen the confusion on my face. They began to explain that they removed the feeding tube first. That was a piece of cake. That they were going to remove the breathing tube. I was told to sit very still, not to pull my head back or yank my head away, to stay calm and that it would be very uncomfortable. The intern started to pull the tube out and hesitated, the gag reflex and panic kicked in. I yanked away, she pulled fast and I'm screaming a blood curdling scream. At least, in my head it's a blood curdling, top of my lungs scream. But nothing was coming out. I'm crying. In a flash, Mama Grace is by my side rocking me in her arms, Dad is gone, the nurses are trying to suction my mouth out, they are putting oxygen on me. Mama Grace is telling me to calm down and asking me what hurts. "My face!! My face!" as I pointed to my cheeks. They felt like they were bleeding, like I had been cut deeply somehow (later found out it was from the tape on my cheeks holding the tubes down). Mama Grace said " Your face is fine. What else hurts you??". "My throat!!! Oh God, my throat! It's excruciating" as I point to my throat. Mama Grace replies again "Your throat is very sore right now. I need you to stop crying and calm down. Crying will only hurt it more". I calmed myself down. Or God calmed me down. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Little did I know, that I never once spoke through that whole ordeal. And my Dad..... was never there. Or that the date was October 24 at 9am. I had no idea I missed 8 days. All I knew were the crazy dreams I had. Things that I honestly thought were happening. These were caused by all the medicines I was on to keep me asleep. I do know, that I don't wish ANYONE to have to get a breathing tube removed. It's horrible! I still wake up at night and hear myself letting that scream out and seeing people walk by my room like I wasn't saying anything. That's because nothing was coming out!! I had no voice. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I remember Mom and Dad coming to see me that day. They immediately commented on the tube being out. Then I was out. I'm awake again. Mama Grace is asking me where I am, what's the date, how long have I been here. I answer the questions whole-heartedly "I am in the hospital, it is November and I have been here 3 days". Mama Grace smiles so sweetly and asks me "What month comes before November"? I look at her as if she is playing a joke and reply matter-of-factly "April". she smiled sweetly again and said "No. It's ok. We will get you up to speed". Wait, what's going on?? I don't know the order of the months? I don't know the date? Boy oh boy, if that was the least of my worries. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It seems Mama Grace was the only one who could read lips. I tried so hard to talk to my family. With much frustration, from both sides, we decided to go to writing. This would be much easier....or would it?? I finally get the pen in my hand and it looks like Anthony hijacked my hand and scribbled on the paper. This can't be!!! No! I'm 26 years old, I did NOT forget how to write! Reality sunk in quick, fast and in a hurry. I was pretty much the same as a stroke patient. Each day you are asleep in the ICU, you lose 8% of your body muscle. That meant I lost 64%. CRAZY!! I couldn't stand up. My feet gave out. I definitely couldn't walk. I could barely feed myself. I never thought that I would have to learn all of that over again. Very, VERY humbling. Definitely do NOT take it all for granted now. Especially being able to go to the bathroom by myself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I still do not know a lot of what happened while I was asleep. I do know that I was diagnosed with ARDS (acute respiratory distress syndrome) and eosynophilic pneumonia. I had apparently inhaled something I was allergic to. Scary thing is, we don't know what. So it could happen again. I was moved out of the ICU on the afternoon of the 24th. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">On October 26, I was transported to Good Sam for my therapy. It was scheduled for a week stay. I could leave at any time and I could go home if improvement was quicker then expected. I had already been in the hospital for 12 days, I wanted to be HOME, in my bed, with my family. I didn't want to be woke up all hours of the night for blood work and finger pricks and needles in the belly. I had 3 hours of therapy a day. Physical and occupational. I learned to walk, climb stairs, get my balance back, do the laundry, make brownies all over again. In 3 days, I was released. Yes, 3 days!!! That's a miracle! Another answered prayer!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">October 29, 2012, Hurricane Sandy was rearing her ugly head, but thank you God, I was going home!!! After 15 days in the hosiptal! The house wasn't put back together yet but it smelled like home. We made it through the storm. Everything was going just peachy. Then, it wasn't. We had a scare and I was back in the hospital on November 6th. I was admitted just so they could monitor me and make sure it wasn't coming back. I had 9 different antibiotics through the IV. They wanted to be on the safe side and treat me for any hospital type pmeumonias. I was released from the hosital on November 8th.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Since then, I have continued to get stronger each day. There have been no more scares. I have had my follow-up and my lungs are almost completely clear. I still need to be on the steroids for another month. I am so ready to be done with them!! I have gained back all 13 pounds I lost in the hospital and then some. But I constantly find myself saying "You have no right to complain. You are a lucky one. God has a purpose for you. He MEANT for you to be here!!" Not a day goes by that I don't thank Him for allowing me to wake up in the morning. It has been very humbling for me. I realized how much of a hypocrite I was before. And I promised myself that I wasn't going to be like that with this fresh start. I got saved a long time ago when I was 5. But I tell you, I feel closer to God now, then I ever had before. And whoever reads this blog, please don't be like me! Please don't let it take you almost dying, to open your eyes and realize what you are missing out on. God is so good! The power of prayer is amazing! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I know it killed my family to see me like that. And I wish with everything I have, that I could rewind it and they wouldn't have to go through all that. But it made us stronger!! We are so much stronger. I am truly blessed and SO very thankful for everything God has given me and done for me. If you don't take anything else from my story, take this. It's so easy to get caught up in our day-to-day lives that we forget to take the time out to talk to the one that gave us that very day. To thank Him for it. Nothing is guaranteed. Tomorrow is not promised. Give it to God and I promise, your burdens will be A LOT lighter. Don't sweat the small things, He has it all. God Bless!!</span><br />
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Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-60979680028374143312011-03-09T15:31:00.008-05:002011-03-09T18:21:06.451-05:00PatienceSo it has been a little while since my last post. I have been a busy lady. Working the usual 40 hours a week and on my days off I have my little man. He wears me out more than the 40 hour work-week, but none-the-less, I love every second of it.<br />
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This post is basically to all my Aunts, cousins, friends, etc.....that I have played with or watched their kids or grandkids at some time. I never knew how such small things could test us. I have always loved kids, always wanted to be around them and most definitely can't wait to have my own. However, Anthony has been a perfect "trial run" to the future....<br />
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I always remember doing whatever I could to get the little ones to laugh. Never thinking about the time that I was trying to do this in. Example: making a funny face or playing hide-and-seek while they are trying to eat, or tickling them while they are getting their diaper changed. To everyone, especially Jenny, I'M SORRY!!! It has come to my attention that this makes the task at hand EXTREMELY DIFFICULT. How did I find this out? My mother, that's right, Mom. You see, I am solely responsible for Anthony when I have him. This doesn't stop the whole family from loving and spoiling him, but feeding, changing, bathing, dressing, etc.....are all my job. Everyone plays with and entertains him. So one day, I was feeding Anthony his lunch. He, out of nowhere, starts laughing and moving all around while I had a spoonful of whatever. I tell him to settle down and open his mouth. He finally eats that bite. Then guess what? He does it AGAIN! What is going on? Turns out it was Mom. She was playing with him. He thought it was just great. Mom thought it was just great. I, on the other hand, wasn't too thrilled. I had nap time in mind. That comes after lunch time. This "game" was slowing down the process. So now, every time he is ready to eat, Mom and him look at each other and give this grin. Then Mom turns away and says "Alright! I'm getting you in trouble". <br />
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It's funny to me now that I can look back and see how he has grown to be so close with all of us. He is an extension of our family. But he does try your patience at times. All you can do is love him. He is a hand-full but still my little love bug. I don't know how Mom had 5 of us!! Forget doing anything on your own, you have a shadow. Bathroom, kitchen, laundry room....yea he is everywhere. Try to cook or do dishes, he is going between your legs, yelling into your legs, then trying to climb up your legs. Laundry, oh he helps alright. Takes every piece out of the basket and then puts them back in. One. At. A. Time. Vacuuming, yea he pushes the canister around. Heaven forbid it gets stuck on something! You would think somebody pinched him! He helps with everything. But patience, is what he helps me with. If you don't have any.....don't have kids. That simple.<br />
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Christmas came and went. It was a great time spent with family. New Years followed. It was also a great time spent with family. I can't believe January is almost over already. Time sure does fly. Most of my time has consisted of working and having my little boy Anthony. He has gotten so big and very smart. He is practically a part of this family. He has learned "buh bye" and waves both hands as he says it, "thank you", high five and "shut". It is to the point if we are in the cabinet or fridge getting something out, he comes along and shuts it saying "thank you", while we are still in it. It is pretty funny to see. February 3rd, he will be 15 months old. Grow up way too fast.<br />
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Work on the other hand, is a little different story. We were informed of some "changes" being made this past Tuesday. They eliminated 3 senior manager positions, meaning 2 people were fired out of the blue. It was a big wake-up call. They say there are more changes to be made this coming week, but they won't tell us what kind of "changes". Until then, I am thankful to be employed. McDonalds is always hiring if push comes to shove. <br />
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I'm sure I am forgetting some things, but they will come up in another blog. I have to work early in th morning. Hope all is well with everyone. Until next time....<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-64473907975124191132010-12-10T18:15:00.000-05:002010-12-10T18:15:06.925-05:00Couple DaysSo the past few days have been interesting. I had off on Tuesday and Wednesday. Tuesday I went over to a firends house and played some pool. After that, the plan was to make some Christmas cookies. So over to the house we went. Exactly 7 hours and 31 dozen cookies later....we were exhausted. It was a lot of fun. Lots of laughs.<br />
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Wednesday consisted of going to the dreaded stores to even TRY to do some Christmas shopping. Then we sat around, ate dinner and wrote out 60 Christmas cards. All while watching "Monty Python and the Holy Grail". Oh my goodness! Who thought of that movie?!? Yes....I did think I would have a permanent indentation of the pen on the end of my finger. Needless to say, it went away. <br />
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I worked from 6-3 today. It was a long day. Very dragged out. I seem to be taken from one end of the store to the other. At least I know I get my exercise in. I get to work 7-4 tomorrow and then its 2 overnights in a row! I can tell you know, I may be a tad grouchy on Tuesday if I don't get at least 6 hours of sleep. Consider this fair warning :) Nah, it should be all good. <br />
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I don't know what else to say for now so "Peace, Love and Grits" Until next time...<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-5310049641774653152010-12-06T12:01:00.000-05:002010-12-06T12:01:39.842-05:00WhispersYesterday morning I woke up to "Bekah...Bekah", I opened my eyes, "it snowed last night!" My response, "no it didn't Sam". Sam- "Yes it did. Look outside." I rolled out of bed as Sam came into my room. I opened my blind, and sure enough, the ground was dusted with snow. Sam- "See, I told you. Alright, I gotta go to my CPR class". This whole conversation, was done through whispering. You could tell the excitement in his voice. Like he just couldn't wait to tell someone.<br />
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So he woke me up just to tell me. Then memories flashed through my head. The times that we would listen to those superstitions about wearing your pj's inside-out. The whole time crossing our fingers that school would be cancelled. Sam, Seth & I all piling into one bed and sleeping sideways so all 3 of us would fit, on Christmas eve, and non-stop talking until we passed out. Just to wake up at 6:30 and know that we still had to wait for Mom & Dad to get up. <br />
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Or even farther back, when we were at the old house on Hickory Mill Rd. Oh how I loved that place! When we had nothing but each other, our cousins, our FAMILY! On Christmas morning, Matt or Dan, would sneak downstairs and take a peak around. Then come up and talk about the presents they saw. Sometimes even giving hints when the presents were too big to be wrapped. I will never forget the morning that Dan went down and came back up, his eyes as big as could be and said "Bekah, you are going to LOVE it!" He sat down on the floor and started "air pedaling". Instantly I knew I had gotten a bike. I remember jumping up and giving him a big hug, as if he had gotten me the present. Or the Christmas I got the big dollhouse. I was so upset when Sam started playing with it before me! I can laugh at it now. Then there was the Christmas that I got the leash and dog bowl. I remember ALL the excitement from every one of us! We sat there in the living room floor, building legos and thinking of what names we would pick for the dog. Never knowing that we would get Frosty. He was a pain, but very much a part of our lives that we will never forget. That dog was loyal and a little snappy, but he was a part of our family.<br />
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As we get older, the tables turn. We could care less about what we get. We even say we don't want anything and can literally mean it. Just spending that time with family is the best. Talking about those old days and sharing those memories, makes my heart all warm and fuzzy. It's irritating to me that people make it about worldly possesions. You can't take it with you! If thats all your life has mound up to, it's going to be lonely. So just to set it straight, its CHRISTmas, not x-mas. Don't take the reason out of the season! He gave us all another chance at life. Whenever you want it, just ask for forgiveness. He is why we are all here! Just a thought. Until next time...<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-45337006419083547202010-12-04T21:19:00.000-05:002010-12-04T21:19:15.831-05:00Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXXmU0QEvROn3RtwdV-R8BiPjsfzullZmkMCIJI_ChpBaLMq5c8cAS_l1ykptcBbCDQJ1gx49EC_cm7fcduWl97d7O1Q9VvEppEOqSv8tGOeSopi4lrPSrPlnS_7s7yfR2B1IPnFBI_8/s1600/2010-12-02+15.47.59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXXmU0QEvROn3RtwdV-R8BiPjsfzullZmkMCIJI_ChpBaLMq5c8cAS_l1ykptcBbCDQJ1gx49EC_cm7fcduWl97d7O1Q9VvEppEOqSv8tGOeSopi4lrPSrPlnS_7s7yfR2B1IPnFBI_8/s320/2010-12-02+15.47.59.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Thursday night was a blue night...literally. Mom & I decided to paint the brown accent wall in my bedroom blue. We did this successfully and laughing at each other having our blonde moments. Friday was moving day. I can't even tell you the number of times I went up & down stairs. Mom, Dad & I got everything moved, completely unpacked and situated within 10 hours. Not too shabby huh? <br />
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I can't tell you the relief I feel. I don't think reality has even set in yet. It feels SO good to be HOME! I have passed out every night since I have been here. Sleeping like a baby. As I sat in my room last night, I was almost in tears. As we finished the final touches, I heard "welcome home Bekah Boo". Moms words ran through my head until I fell asleep. <br />
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I am so fortunate to have my family. Without them, I would be nothing. I can't believe it takes such stupid mistakes to make people finally realize what they have. I love these people with my whole being. I am truly blessed. Here are a few pics of the final product...<br />
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After we got everything cleaned up, we ordered some chinese for Sams birthday dinner. He didn't feel too well so we all just chilled. Work went crazy as usual. Mom & I went to the mall and did some Christmas shopping for Sam and Seth. I realized, I don't really have a tolerance for teeny-boppers. Sorry, but I have just outgrown that phase. Tomorrow I get to work yet again. But I will be home in time for the football game. Ravens vs. Steelers.....it's going to be crazy. <br />
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I'm going to help Mom with laundry, then jump in the shower. Who knows, maybe I will dream tonight. Until tomorrow....<br />
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* Life isn't about the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away *Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-21647902035285095492010-12-01T16:06:00.000-05:002010-12-01T16:06:41.191-05:00Catchin' upSo, yet again, it has been a little while since I have written. Thanksgiving here was great. I spent all day with my family. Mom, Dad, Ganny & I were in the kitchen until dinner was ready. Keeping up with the dishes as we were finishing with them. Once the boys got to the house, it really started getting fun. It was a good day to sit around, laugh and eat WAY too much. <br />
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Work has been the usual. Doing my my job and everyone elses. But it is a job. A source of income, I have no reason to complain.<br />
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Then comes the most crazy news of it all. I officially moved back home (for financial reasons). It feels good to be home, but at the same time, I feel like I failed. Mom had to give up her spare room that we spent all our time setting up and making it look nice. I have goals though. I am going to pay off all debt. Save up for Matt & Amandas wedding. Then I am going to go back to school and save my money!! I am officially never moving out again until I get married. Luckily I have a family that welcomed me back. I love them to death. Now it is my turn to do them proud. <br />
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I hope all is well with everyone. I will continue to write. It should be more frequently now because I won't be going back & forth. Until next time...<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-64735318655161883042010-11-16T16:46:00.000-05:002010-11-16T16:46:07.174-05:00First stepsOh my goodness!! It feels like ages since I have blogged! I have been as busy as a person could be. There are sooo many things to catch up on.<br />
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Work has been hectic as usual. Doing the normal chores, like cleaning, dishes, laundry, grocery shopping, etc. And then of course, having my little love bug. Spending lots of time with the family. Just been here, there and everywhere. But amidst all this running around, one of the most exciting things happened!!<br />
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Anthony just turned 1 on November 3rd (I have no clue where the year went). He is growing too fast! I decided that we would stay at home for the couple days I had him. By home, I mean HOME! Not my townhouse, but with my family. Of course they welcomed us with open arms. And might I say, packing for a baby is DAUNTING! I had one bag with everything and he had 3 bags. I still felt like I had forgotten something! I had closed the night before. Not getting in bed until 12:30. Woke up at 5 to go pick Anthony up, and headed back home. He was a little out of it at first....<br />
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So we got him in a bath, changed and fed him some breakfast. He was a happy camper. Such a little cutie. Happy as can be. He took a nice nap and we went about the rest of our day as usual. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzbYIdowwk-XUJ3N3Id4dDWDEXmT9eJqR3upYnzvYgTIKrXdGGOV8WIP1CFgX9VVRC8Lr13Cvx6IvWbE_kd' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Needless to say.....we tried to get him to do it again. But little man was tired and finally fell asleep. He couldn't seem to get comfortable and wound up sleeping on me all night. So I didn't get any sleep because he was causing me to sweat to death. He woke up in his usual way, talking and with a big smile on his face. We started day 2.<br />
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It was a great few days! Yet again, spending time with family. If only work could go as easy! Hope all is well with everyone. Hopefully it won't be as long until the next blog. I plan on blogging again tomorrow. Until next time...<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-30407220215746030172010-11-05T10:36:00.000-04:002010-11-05T10:36:24.680-04:00Laughter...<div align="center">....is the BEST medicine.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So this past week was my week to open. Of course, it had to happen when I was sick. Waking up at 4:30 every day and not getting nearly enough sleep. But I somehow made it through. Wednesday after work, I went home to see my family. Mom & I decided that we were going to move the plants from the foyer and put them in the family room. Basically just swap them around. We get this done. She had already decided that she wanted to move some of the bird feeders down to the back porch.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We go outside to do this. At this time, it is dark. I had NOT been informed of all the "details" before I said I would help with this project. The way she made it sound, it would be easy and done in no time. LOL. SO very wrong. I go out back to see that we were putting a shepherds hook in a big garden pot. No problem right? Wrong. In the 2 big pots were 2 trees. Naturally, they had to come out first. Mom asked me to go get a small shovel from the garage. She said it was hanging on the wall. So I went and got a small shovel aka a trowel and bring it out. She starts laughing hysterically and says "Could you have gotten a smaller shovel?" I had just done what I was told. I didn't know that the shovel was supposed to be used to dig holes in the ground to replant the trees!! I thought they were going "buh-byes" for good! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So we cut the trees out of the pots and I "lovingly" throw them on the ground. We get the shepherds hook in the pot and fix the bird feeder. Mission accomplished....right?? Wrong. We had to plant those trees now. I figured this shouldn't be too bad. I figured wrong. Of course, Mom wanted them planted down by the woods in front of this HUGE tree. So it was inevitable....I was going to hit those roots! After almost falling off the shovel, scaring myself with my own hair and throwing some of the "good" dirt away.....I finally had one tree in the ground. Oh my goodness, I have to do this again?!? After a hysterical laughing spell. We (when I say we, I mean I) started digging again. It struck me. We are outside in the dark, digging holes by the woods.....our neighbors probably thought we were burying somebody!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Finally, that nightmare was over. We went inside, Dad had come home from work. We ate dinner and sat around for a little bit. Dad decided that he wanted to bring some firewood up before it rained. We grabbed our jackets and gloves and out we went. Mom, Dad and I all out in the dark again. I thought we would be using the "old" method. A wheelbarrow and our legs. Well yet again, I was wrong. Dad grabbed the tractor and the wagon. I started laughing hysterically. If our neighbors thought it was weird that Mom & I were digging holes, they definitely think we are burying somebody now. We dug the holes and Dad took the body down in the wagon. BAHAHAHA!!! Finally the wood was done.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We then headed to the garage to empty off the pallets for the pellets to be delivered on Thursday. That was done in a jiffy. By this time it was 9:40pm. It was time for me to head to the house. It had been decided that I would get off of work on Thursday and stay the night at my parents since I had off Friday. Great plan. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I got to the house, showered, went to bed, went to work and back at home. Mom & I ran some errands. We had left the mall and I noticed there was a stink bug about 3 inches from Moms head!! I decided it would be best for me to wait and tell her after we were parked at the grocery store. I kept watching it to make sure it didn't fall on her at any time. We get parked and were about to eat a pretzel when Mom saw me glance over to her side with a smile on my face. She immediately looks out the window, "What are you looking at? Whats so funny?" Of course I said nothing. The she glanced up and let out a hysterical scream. Of course she was demanding to know why I hadn't told her. I had my reasons. For one, I wanted us both to live. For two, I couldn't imagine trying to explain to Dad how Mom totaled the brand new car because of a stink bug! I just couldn't see that going over well. So she went to get it to "crawl" onto a piece of paper. She knocked it right onto herself and let out this horrified scream. I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. I don't think I even took a breath for a minute!! Utterly priceless!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We finished at the grocery store, came home and started making dinner. It was scrumptious. And then we made a new bread pudding. That was delicious WITHOUT the rum sauce. It was a very relaxing night. Slept great. Today will make many more memories I'm sure. I will keep you posted. Hope all is well with everyone. Until next time....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">LoVe <3</div>Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-12938023006375830552010-10-30T23:01:00.000-04:002010-10-30T23:01:32.831-04:00Little thingsSo the past few days have been trialing. Work is unforgiving. Sickness deepens. Life seems to slow. It is then, that the "little things" in life, seem to be the best. The numerous inside jokes, or handshakes, or nicknames that I have with everyone at work. The chance to stand around and talk about the days events. This makes it easier to get through work. Even being wrongly accused of something, can't stand up to this. I know the truth. And luckily, I have witnesses. They have my back.<br />
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Times like these, family is great. Mom & Dad came into work today. We hung around for a little bit. They met some more people and talked with ones they already knew. It's like a burst of energy to get you over the hump. To continue the rest of your day.<br />
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And it's always a great feeling to have associates come up to you and tell you how cool your parents are!! DUH!! This, I already know. I am fortunate. Don't really have much to say. Tomorrow is Halloween and I have off. Going to try to relax. Hand out cavities to little kids and take some medicine. Hope to see the family sometime too. LOVE YOU ALL!! Hope all is well with everyone. Until next time...goodnight.<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-31260258305127945452010-10-26T00:03:00.000-04:002010-10-26T00:03:30.642-04:00Lil MasonSo this was my weekend off. The only thing I had planned was going to my parents for the Ravens game on Sunday, and of course the usual things, like cleaning and going to the store. Well, I suddenly had more plans. Keshia called and asked me to babysit Anthony for the weekend. Anthony is my godson and I love him like he is my own. I hadn't had him for about a month so I was excited to see him. He is growing so fast. It is hard to believe that he will be 1 on November 3rd. Where did the time go?? He looks so different even from a month ago....why can't they stay little? A month ago, he looked liked this....<br />
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I got him around 5:30pm. Had all my errands done and the house clean. As soon as he saw me, he reached out for me. Instant happiness. He is the happiest baby. I just love him!! So we played for a while, he ate, then he acted like he was going to go to sleep. PSYCH!! He closed his eyes for 5 minutes, then woke up with a crazy energy. He was "talking" away and I was talking back. I taught him how to drink out of his cup and he was still talking....<br />
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I fell back asleep. I woke up by him talking yet again. This time it was 9am. We slept almost 12 hours.....that's my boy. Goes to bed happy and wakes up happy.<br />
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I got him up, changed his diaper and started to get my clothes out. Then it hit me...."What am I going to do with him while I was in the shower??" I decided to bring up his bouncy chair and sit it in the bathroom. However, it wouldn't fit through the dang door. Soooo I did what i could. Sat him in it with his cup of water and some strawberry-apple puffs. He was fine UNTILLLLL he couldn't see me. He screamed for the 2 seconds that it took me to stick my head out. I instantly thought "Oh my...this is going to be the shortest shower of my life". Yay motherhood. LoL. So I started talking to him and I remembered what Mom used to do with us ALL the time. She would make up songs. Then I was like "Oh great. I can't sing and I can't write a song". But the words just came to me. The most ridiculous song you would ever here, but it worked. He was quiet the whole time. It went like this...<br />
<div align="center">Anthony is a big boy,</div><div align="center">sitting in his chair.</div><div align="center">Eating his puffs and playing,</div><div align="center">waiting for me to be there.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Anthony is going to get a bath,</div><div align="center">so he can be all fresh and clean.</div><div align="center">And hes got a jersey,</div><div align="center">to support his favorite team.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I must admit, I felt ridiculous singing this over and over. But also a sense of accomplishment because he wasn't crying. He then got his bath and all dressed up in his jersey. My lil Mason...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBLSFlays3MCoPR1lrvoo1vWml2vLW2Y_K71-2WPVoaD14SKZ4VzVoKTo32VkIgLF7bT5Cv0ilEHO18oa94EHPIK27Ft11s3t3JLb0r_nipIdyIsM4GsYrtJId4SajdfWDMxC9sgt3FY/s1600/lil+mason.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBLSFlays3MCoPR1lrvoo1vWml2vLW2Y_K71-2WPVoaD14SKZ4VzVoKTo32VkIgLF7bT5Cv0ilEHO18oa94EHPIK27Ft11s3t3JLb0r_nipIdyIsM4GsYrtJId4SajdfWDMxC9sgt3FY/s320/lil+mason.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>We headed over to Mom & Dads. I gotta tell you, the first grandkid in our family is going to be SPOILED ROTTEN!! Anthony isn't even ours and he is sooo loved by everyone. He is my little love bug. He loves Sam to death....<br />
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Today was just another day at work so nothing special there. All the highlights of my life are with family. I LOVE YOU ALL!! I guess I have run out for now. Hope all is well with everyone. Until tomorrow... goodnight.<br />
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P.S. Mom- sorry for all the handprints and drool on the door and all your appliances. LoL. Forgot how that could be. He doesn't sleep all the time anymore.<br />
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<div align="center">My Favorite Song</div><div align="center">by Mom</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">5 little monkeys on the wall,</div><div align="center">what do you think we should call them all?</div><div align="center">Matt, Dan, Bekah, Sam, Seth</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">5 little monkeys can't you see,</div><div align="center">those little monkeys belong to me.</div><div align="center">Matt, Dan, Bekah, Sam, Seth</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><3 <3 <3</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div>Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-49865092544664548452010-10-20T18:56:00.000-04:002010-10-20T18:56:18.853-04:00HomeSo I came over to my parents on Monday afternoon. Every intention of working my overnight and going back to my parents by 6am Tuesday morning to sleep for a few hours. I worked my overnight, got off at 5, took a hot shower and climbed into "my" bed. I call the spare bedroom "my" room because I frequent it often. Once I layed down, I swear I never moved all night. I woke up exactly 6 1/2 hours later at 12:30pm. Realizing I had left my contacts in all night. No wonder my eyes hurt so bad!!<br />
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Mom and I spent the day sitting on the couch, reading our books and doing a whole lot of nothing. Somewhere around 3:30, I snuck back up to "my" room and curled up under the covers. I fell asleep for another 2 hours. Next thing I hear is Mom saying "You little stinker! Get out of that bed right now! You won't be able to sleep tonight!" I hadn't intended on staying Tuesday night also, but as dinner time rolled around, I had no desire to get in my car and go to my house. Soooo....another sleepover it was. <br />
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The plan for this morning was to go to Moms haircut appointment with her and then who-knows-what for the rest of the day. So yet again, I was pretty much in a coma. Oblivious to the outer world in a nice deep sleep. Moms appointment was at 10:45. I hear shoes coming down the hallway. I know it is Mom. I can just tell by the walk, the sound of her steps. Each placed perfectly, not loudly, but on a mission. My brain halfway kicks on as the door opens. "Good Morning!! (way too chipper) If you still want to go with me you are going to have to get up. It's 9:30". What?!? I slept another 11 hours without ever moving? Wow! I guess my body needed it, as well as my mind.<br />
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As I get out of bed, the pain in my leg almost shoots through me. I thought I had just pulled a muscle by going up & down while working my overnight. But something was definitely different. I try to shake it off as I get in the shower. I get myself together and I am driving to the hair place before I know it. We are waiting and waiting.....and waiting. Tiffany (the girl who cuts Moms hair) never takes this long. Keep in mind it has only been about 5 minutes. Tiffany comes out in a sort of whirlwind. "Donna I have you down for NEXT Wednesday". The look on her face saying "Oh God PLEASE let me have written the right date on her appointment card!" Mom digs her card out of her wallet and sure enough......it was next wednesday. Gotta love it. Oh well. What were we off to now?<br />
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We then went to Marshall's and TJMaxx and Target and even the mall. All the while I develope a nice little gimp. My leg is on fire. What the heck did I do to it?? So as we were getting ready to go home, we decided to get a salad from Qdoba. We are walking back to the car and some ignorant teenager, driving WAY too fast, has the nerve to blow his horn at me!!! This sends Mom into a laughing frenzy and me into an utter rage. I wanted so badly to fly over there, put my hand out and give those obnoxious teenagers the "butt-whooping" of their lives. However, I kept my composure and finished hobbling across the street. We got home, ate our salads entirely too fast and watched "Cool Runnings". <br />
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After it was over we headed out to Kohl's. Once we made it home, it was understood.....I was staying the night again!! I have to work tomorrow morning at 8. But I can leave from "Home". It does the heart good to just have these past few days that I have had. Spending the days with Mom and the nights with Mom & Dad. The stress of work, the stress of everyday life disappears when you are around the ones you love. It has done me much good. Now if it could just mend wounded knees. We are making dinner, which consists of spaghetti and salad and some italian bread. And drinking yet another glass of hot tea. I think I have a new favorite thing. The brand is called "Bigelow" and the flavor is Vanilla Caramel. Absolutely Divine! <br />
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It's just about time to get off of here. I think I have run out for now. Going to spend some time with the "rents", eat some dinner and ice my knee. Hopefully it will feel better by morning. Hope all is well with everyone. Until tomorrow....goodnight.<br />
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P.S. Mom.....even though you sound like Frankenstein when you clear your throat, I still love you! ;)Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-71343381505311596242010-10-17T21:59:00.000-04:002010-10-17T21:59:47.173-04:00Quince (15)This is my 15th post. Didn't know if I would even write this many when I first started. Hopefully I can keep it going. So Mom and Dad are back from their mini vacation. They had a blast. They brought me back the sweetest gift.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">P.S. Parents go from people we have to listen to.....to being the first people we ask for advice. The shoulder to lean on. Best friends. Your biggest fans. Just your whole world. I love you Mom & Dad. Thanks for everything!! XOXOXO</div>Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-50654881391806520412010-10-15T21:45:00.000-04:002010-10-15T21:45:05.542-04:00InstinctsToday started like any other day.....waking up, showering and heading into work. It was another day at work. Not bad, but also not amazing. One of my associates, Carl, is 64 years old. He is like a grandfather to me. Reminds me of Chesty. Will stand up for me and bend over backwards to help me. He has been with the store since we opened. He doesn't ever take all his vacation time. And he has over 500 hours of sick time! He had to call out today. He is taking care of his 93 year old father. When I got the call, my heart sunk. I knew something had to be wrong. Not even 5 minutes after the store manager informed me that Carl called out, the hardware phone started ringing. I answered it & it was Carl. He was apologizing for calling out!! I told him it was fine and asked if he was ok. He said "Dad fell again today. He cut his head open and I can't get the bleeding to stop. I have to take him to the hospital to get stitches". I told him to be careful and to call if he needed anything. To stop worrying about Lowe's, his father was way more important. Please keep them both in your prayers. To keep Carl strong and to keep his Dad healthy.<br />
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By the time my lunch had come around, I had pretty much made up my mind that I was going to stay at my parents tonight and hang out with Sam & Seth. So I went home, packed up my stuff for the night, work clothes for tomorrow, ate some left-over spaghetti and headed back to finish my shift. When I got back, I was joking around with some of my fellow associates. Another associate came around the corner and said "It's so great to see a smiley Bekah. Just makes my day great". That was touching but also struck me....Do i really look that serious all the time?? So I'm going to work on tryin to stay positive. Things can always be worse, remember?<br />
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So I'm on my way to Mom & Dads. As soon as I walk in the door (literally) I hear Seth saying "Are you serious Mom? Really? I have no clean underwear!!" I bust out laughing hysterically!! Couldn't have entered at a better time. I had every intention of making them a nice dinner. But Seth left and Sam wouldn't tell me what he wanted. So taquitos it was. Bad idea!! I made some brownies with peanut butter M&M's in them and thawed some cool whip. <br />
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I took a shower and then guess what? I found myself doing the dishes, doing their laundry and cleaning up the house. Not that it was dirty. Just instinct. Not that I would never help out but I never imagined that I would just pick up and start doing my brothers laundry. Good 'ole mother instinct kicked in. I gotta look out for those boys. I love 'em too much!<br />
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LoVe <3<br />
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I am challenging everyone, to get together with their families. Maybe you need to get closer with your immediate family or maybe everyone needs to get together just to catch up. Like the old days. I am extremely close with my parents and my brothers. I couldn't be luckier. But I miss spending time with Aunts, Uncles, cousins, grandparents. Just everyone. I would love to see us all get together like we used to do when Deda was alive. Every Thanksgiving, Christmas, Super Bowl....we were together.<br />
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The cousins were like brothers and sisters. Now, we barely know what is going on in each others lives. Yes, I know as we get older and everyone works, that our lives change. People get married, have kids, have demanding jobs....but it doesn't mean we should lose touch with those that we were raised with. I am challenging us to all be able to get together sometime by the end of the year. It would be a blast for everyone to catch up and just have fun. So lets plan something!<br />
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That's pretty much my bright idea. I slept in until 11 today. Felt like I slept my day away. Still got a lot accomplished tho. Mom, Dad and the Johnsons made it to Williamsburg successfully and safely. I'm sure they will have a blast. I think I have run out for now. Give everyone a hug & kiss. They deserve it! Until tomorrow....goodnight.<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-48867854200213358252010-10-13T23:23:00.000-04:002010-10-13T23:23:08.727-04:00"That looks like you....you want it?"The plan was to sleep in today. Instead, Jay decides to text me at 8am. Why is he up that early on our days off?? And if he is up that early, he could let me sleep. He could talk to his girlfriend. LoL. So since I was awaken, I decided to do some laundry and make my bed. Shortly after, I heard footsteps running above my head. So I would have been awake anyway. Mom calls me & wants to swing by and see my room. I go to jump in the shower and there is a surprise upstairs. BRAYDON!! He is Michelle's nephew. Just turned 1 and he is a cutie. No bigger than a minute. She says "Go get your Bekah" and he walked to me!! I was so ecstatic. They grow up too fast!!<br />
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Mom stops by and then we had to Kohl's and Marshalls to make some returns she had. While we are in Kohl's and getting ready to leave....Mom sees a shirt. She says "That shirt is really cute. It looks like you. You want it?" Something about this struck us both funny. We were in hysterics. I think it was just the way she said it without taking a breath. I love her!! Then we went and got lunch and headed to her house. Luckily Sam was there to share my Arby's with. I didn't need that stuff anway. We chilled there for a little while. Sam & I were tossing pillows around at each other. Then Mom & I decided to go to Rack Room Shoes. She got a nice pair of clogs and I got a pair of cute clogs too. <br />
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Shortly after we got back to Moms, I had to leave. Tonight was "Family Night" at the Towson Lowe's. Chelle asked me to go with her. It turned out really nice. They had Coldstone Creamery ice cream, edible arrangements, cakes, pit beef, drinks,mints....pretty much everything there. Store is very nice. Smaller than mine, but still nice. Then the firetrucks came. Kayla got in and put the hat on. Very cute.<br />
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Once we got home from that, we made dinner and sat down to watch a movie. Im exhausted. Just sitting here listening to music while I type this. Mom & Dad leave in the morning to go on a mini vacation with the Johnson's. Hopefully, Mom will get better and Dad won't get any worse. I'm sure they will have a blast. Hope they make it safe. I think I have pretty much run out for now. Count your blessings...most of the time they are right in front of you! Until tomorrow....goodnight.<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-26274295006778784792010-10-12T23:28:00.000-04:002010-10-12T23:28:35.051-04:00Ugh..So I hit snooze on my alarm this morning 3 times.....this translates into 30 minutes. I somehow was able to get myself together and out the door by the regular time I would have been leaving. I am driving to work and realize....today is the 12th. The new traffic pattern for 24 started today. UGH!!! Talk about the most retarded, unnecessary thing ever. A man definitely had to think of that! Instead of getting to work 15 minutes early, I punched in at 8 o'clock on the dot!!<br />
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Work went like any other day. Lots of drama and hardly any customers. Hopefully things will improve soon. Once I got off, I went home and took a shower. Next thing on the agenda was to clean and re-arrange my room. Once I got started, I instantly regretted it. I was supposed to be off and relaxing, instead I was sweating and swearing under my breath. Not to mention, I was doing laundry during all this. After I almost tipped over my bookshelf, I realized I had to take half of everything off in order to safely move it. I got everything situated to where I wanted it to be and decided I could put my sheets on later.<br />
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I go upstairs to start dinner. I was GOING to cook some park chops on the grill. I defrosted them enough to separate them, headed out to the grill to get it started and it didn't start. NO BUENO!! So I got out the magic pot from pampered chef. Thank goodness for that. Whipped up some pasta and and heated up some corn. I had a hot dinner ready in no time. <br />
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After I ate, I went to empty the dishwasher. And guess what?? The bottom drawer wouldn't open. And on top of that, EVERYTHING smelled like sour milk. DOUBLE UGH!! So I then proceeded to take everything out and hand-wash it. While doing this I noticed what was keeping the bottom drawer from opening....one of the beaters had dropped underneath. Finally got all this done. <br />
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Then Chelle, Kayla and I all sat down to watch DWTS results show. Which is entirely wayyyy too drawn out. As this was going on, the basement door aka my bedroom door, started creaking. And creaking. And it creaked some more. I must admit, I was scared to open the door. I finally did and everything is fine. I finished the laundry and put my sheets on my bed while I watched the season finale of Teen Mom. <br />
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Definitely been an interesting day. At least I won't have a whole lot of cleaning. Planning on sleeping in, but we will see how that goes. Oh yea....I received one of the funniest texts ever today. I asked how my friends night at work was going. His response was "I rolled down a hill into a pond today". I was busting out laughing. Just think about that. At least that wasn't me. No matter what is going on in your life, there is always something worse. Just keep that in mind. <br />
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I think I have run out for now. I have the next 2 glorious days off. Tomorrow night is "Family Night" at the Towson store. Chelle asked me to go with her to meet everyone there and just walk around her new store. It should be interesting. Hope all is well with everyone. Feel better soon Mom!! Love you! Until tomorrow... goodnight.<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-47979397063781742152010-10-11T23:03:00.000-04:002010-10-11T23:03:05.638-04:00Another day, another dollar....Oh boy! What a day. I'm glad it is over. Started out by waking up and literally feeling like my brain was trying to ooze through my ears. My head was throbbing. And what is this?? My throat hurts and I have junk draining down my throat! EEWW! I then received a text message from one of my friends, Jay. He asked how I was doing. He apparently was getting the same thing I was. I told him to just call out. He never calls out. I told him it would be better for him to call out and get better instead of him coming in and giving it to someone else in his department. Most of the people he works with will call out in a heartbeat. So that would just be worse for him in the long-run.<br />
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One o'clock rolls around....then 1:30....then 1:50. Nobody has seen Jay, he hadn't told me he was calling out. He is never late. His department is genuinely concerned at this point. They had called him & left messages, they had text him.....no response. So I went up front to the "call out" book. He wasn't in there! Odd. So I text him....no response. Ok....something is wrong! The first manager I see, I ask if Jay had called out or if they had heard from him. The managers response was "Yes, he called out". I was like "Oh ok, because nobondy has told his guys in his department. They were worried". The managers response at this point was "They will figure it out". WOW!! I told his guys. They were grateful and asked me to tell him to get better. I just can't believe what the manager said. Blows my mind.<br />
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So with all that being said......we had very little coverage for Zone 3. My closer for Hardware & Tools wouldn't be in becasue he had his toe amputated, Jay called out for the night....spells disaster. That left 1 person to cover Hardware, Tools, Millwork & Lumber after 9pm. I helped cover Millwork after 7....but after that Barry was on his own. I felt bad for the poor guy. At least he only had to deal with it for an hour.<br />
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Work was finally over!! I missed most of DWTS but I caught the last 3 dances. I really am hooked on that show for some reason. Not looking forward to working tomorrow. I work 8-5. I'm hoping I will wake up a lot better than today. Then I will have 2 glorious days off. Thinking I am going to do my laundry, go to the grocery store, re-arrange my room and change over my bedding. Who knows though. Hopefully I will see my special friend sometime during those 2 days. Also, I NEED to get "Just Wright" from redbox and take it over to Moms on Wednesday to watch with her. Before her & Dad leave for the weekend. <br />
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Not a whole lot to write about today. Just kind of tired and ready to knock this stuff out of my system. Hope all is well with everyone. Until tomorrow...goodnight, sleep tight & don't let the bed bugs bite.<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-2345488908639513512010-10-09T21:14:00.000-04:002010-10-09T21:14:14.984-04:00Catoctin Colorfest...After getting less than 4 hours of sleep, I got out of bed and got ready for the day. By 7am I was on the road to go get Amanda. Today was the day....Thurmont!! After picking her up we headed to Mom & Dads. Everyone was here. We ate some banana nut bread and zucchini bread. Then it was time for everyone to pile into the cars to get started on our adventure. As soon as I got in my car & ready to drive away....my car didn't go anywhere.....ummmm. Dad had put my emergency brake on and I had no idea where it was to release it. LoL. Finally, we found it and were on our way. Dan, Amanda, Mrs. Denise and I were all in stitches. What a great way to start our trip.<br />
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After 1 1/2 hours of driving, we are finally in the "sea of people". I wasn't even interested in looking at the stands....I was "people watching". We saw some pretty crazy characters. So crazy that I just have to share a few with you...<br />
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Watching these people was hysterical. There were many more that I wasn't able to take pictures of. It was very hot too. The heat was starting to get to me just a little bit and I was hungry. So we went to get some lunch. We decided on a pit beef stand. I ordered a pit ham sandwhich and a sweet tea. The total came to $10!! Unfortuantely, they gave me a dry pit turkey and a big glass of dish water. Very disappointing. <br />
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After this, we decided to go walk through the stands in the park. That way we would be in the shade. It was even more crowded in here. We are walking along and Amanda & I decided to get something from the Rita's stand. We waited our turn in line and the woman asks "What can I get for you ma'am?" As I am trying to place my order some dude says "Theres a line back here". I ignore him and place my order. He repeats himself even louder "There is a line back here!" I am irritated at this point and turn around and say "And there was a line over here too!" The woman at the stand then says "Yes we are working from both sides". The only thing this obnoxious redneck could say at this point was "My bad, my bad". Yes sir, it is your bad, maybe you should think before you talk next time. Please and thank you.<br />
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After I get over this near meltdown, we continue walking through the town. Laughing harder and harder at everyone that we are seeing. We ate so much junk that was so unhealthy. I never want to eat any of that again. As fun as it was to get a good laugh in, it was time to go. People were too much in my bubble. It was time to say goodbye to the "sea of people".<br />
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The drive home felt like it took forever!! I could barely keep my eyes open. All I wanted was sleep! We get back to Mom & Dads and I had every intention of taking a nap. This did NOT happen. Instead I got up and threw the football around with Dad & Dan. Then Aunt Crickett and I sat down and she helped me "bling" my blog. THANKS A BUSHEL!! I never would have figured it out. We then sat down to eat dinner. Beef stew that had been cooking in a crock-pot all day. REAL food. After this, you could tell exhaustion was setting in. We started to get crazy. I swear a song came on the radio and it sounded like they were singing "baked potato, baked potato, baked potato". <br />
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Then we were talking about the macarena and doing our own versions of it. Things just went downhill from there.<br />
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It was a great day with everyone. We are getting ready to eat some ice cream and then I will probably pass out. Still have to drive home. Many memories were definitely made. Lots of laughs. Thanks everyone for coming and being a part of these memories. I love you all!! And to those of you who have no idea how many laughs you gave us, thank you! It made our trip well worth it. Until tomorrow....good night.<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-674031697128961572010-10-09T00:05:00.000-04:002010-10-09T00:05:16.673-04:00A day in my life...Today started out like any other day.....waking up. It was a glorious day off. Didn't have to be up early, so obviously, I was looking forward to sleeping in. Then I heard my phone go off. It was a text saying "so what u got planned for today?". As I was getting ready to respond, I noticed the time. It was 8:30 in the morning!! Why would someone else be up that early?? LoL. My response was...."I WAS sleeping. What do you have planned?" Needless to say, I got no response.<br />
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After I was awaken, I decided to just get up for the day. Start my day early. I hopped in the shower, received a phone call from Mom and headed to the store. It's funny how before I would go shopping for things I "needed". Now I go shopping for things I NEED! Priorities are in line. After I got what all I needed for the house, I received a phone call from Matt. He wanted to know if I could swing by the post office and pick up a package for him. He didn't think I would be able to without the paper that was left at his house but I told him I would try. It baffles me how I was able to just give his address and I was given the packages. They never even asked for his name or anything. I just signed and was headed on my way. <br />
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After I got everything put away at the house, I headed over to Mom & Dads. We chilled for a little bit and then Mom & I went to the grocery store and Target. While we were at the grocery store I found a nice little halloween section. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am a sucker for hats. I LOVE hats. So naturally, I couldn't help myself but to try some on.....so we have orange...<br />
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</div>Once we got back home I took Seth out for ice cream. We went to Coldstone Creamery. That stuff is expensive, filling and you get A LOT of it. We had a nice time together. It was definitely nice to get to talk with him and hang out. Once we got back home yet again I ended up cutting Sams hair. I couldn't help myself but to cut a design first....although it looks normal from the front....<br />
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We then ate some pizza for dinner. I headed over to Matt & Amandas to drop off the packages. Stayed there for a liitle bit, then headed home. Can't wait for Thurmont in the morning. I am going to swing by and pick up Amanda on my way to Mom & Dads. Sooo excited. Right now I am painting my nails and they are drying as I am typing this. Now THAT is multi-tasking. LoL. I think that is all for now....until tomorrow.<br />
Good night.<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-53997165008819177522010-10-08T12:55:00.000-04:002010-10-08T13:47:51.729-04:00MommiesOnce I woke up this morning I realized that I had forgotten to mention one of the funniest things that had happened all day yesterday.<br />
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As I mentioned before, my best friend (Michelle) and I are roommates. Chelle has a 4 year old daughter named Makayla. She is very bright, outspoken and funny. A few weeks ago, I had the day off so I decided I would watch Kayla while Chelle had to work. We went up to Annie's Playground. We were there for almost 3 hours. I had lost track of time.<br />
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I was pushing her on the swings when all of a sudden Makayla says, (very loudly) "thats redicalus". She cannot say the word correctly, hence the spelling being wrong. I said "Whats ridiculous Kayla?" In her world there is no black and white. It is chocolate or banilla. She replied " There is a chocolate Dad, a banilla Mom and a chocolate baby". I started laughing. At this time the 2 Dads with their kids on the swings next to us are looking at me. I explained to her that she would have been the same way. She would have a chocolate Dad, a vanilla Mom and then her.....<br />
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This did not go over well with her. Her response was "No I don't!" I continued to tell her it was. Her next response left me speechless. She said, and I quote, "NO I DON'T! I have 2 banilla Moms. I have you, Miss Bekah & I have my Mom Michelle". My face turns blood red. The other Dads are now looking at me with their jaws dropped. I am telling her no that isn't the case. The more I say no, the more she says yes. Needless to say, it wasn't very funny at the time. Very embarrassing. But now I can laugh at it.<br />
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So yesterday I go home for my lunch break. Chelle is there but Makayla isn't. She gets a phone call and leaves the room. Once she comes back in she tells me about what she was just told. The sitter called and said they were going to be bringing Makayla home becasue she was having a meltdown. She kept crying and saying she "misses her mommies". Yes i did put an "s" on the end of that. Michelle and I are busting out laughing. <br />
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Kids say the darndest things! It is all so very innocent, but keeps us laughing every time. Just like the other day when I made dinner. Makayla then declares "Mommy, you need to put me on a rice diet". Where do these things come from?? If only the world could see everything through a childs eyes. Things would be much simpler. I am very fortunate to have these 2 in my life. Friends forever. We learn a lot from each other.<br />
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I believe that is all for now. I will have much more to talk about tonight. My Aunt & Uncle are coming up for the weekend. Can't wait!! Thurmont is tomorrow. Came so fast! Until later on....ta-ta for now.<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-31046515374490976832010-10-07T23:23:00.000-04:002010-10-07T23:23:32.950-04:00Miss Robotica"Oh how I love my job. Oh how I need my job." (rub ears & repeat) This was the calming method I used today at work. I hate how I can have such a good morning and it instantly gets shattered when I walk into work. I barely got a chance to get punched in when I got a complete, slurred, unsure and almost in-audible rundown for the day up to that point. It was at this time that I decided it would be best to just nod my head, half smile and pretend like I heard & understood everything that I was just told. When in reality my mind was flipped upside down and twisted. I figured if it was really important my manager would tell me.<br />
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Shortly after, meaning approximately 30 minutes, I punched in I noticed a nice, heaping red cart full of boxes. This cart was not at my desk when I clocked in. Then the same associate that couldn't clearly tell me what had happened all morning came over and said "John dropped this off & ran". I just shrugged it off and went to face "The Cart". <br />
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Let me explain this wonderful cart full of boxes. Remember those 99 boxes I mentioned the other day? Well these boxes are just as bad, maybe worse. They vary in sizes and on the outside of the boxes in big, bold green letters reads "Hillman". Inside these boxes are bags filled with smaller bags, boxes filled with smaller boxes. If you have ever been to Lowe's or any hardware store, you know they are going to have one thing....nuts, screws, bolts. All of those little bags of screws, the individual screws, the keys, key accessories, mailbox numbers, yard signs, nuts and bolts are what "Hillman" is. Lots & lots & lots of tiny pieces. The only good thing about putting Hillman away is that it is time consuming and with the store being so slow, it was actually great. It took 3 1/2 hours of my shift for me to get it all put away.<br />
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Once I accomplished this task, I walked around and helped what little bit of customers we had in the store. Shortly after I headed to lunch at 6. The whole plan that was discussed with me before I went to lunch went as follows:<br />
* When I got back from lunch I was to help my manager finish hanging the posters that we had started yesterday.<br />
So that was fine with me. I had no problem with that. When I got back from lunch, my manager, Scott, was still on lunch so I decided to be proactive and start removing the other papers that had to come down in order for us to hang the new posters. While I was doing this in the breakroom, one of our regular thieves came in & went to the family bathroom. I instantly called my guys in Tools to give them a heads up. This person has stolen thousands from us and knows he cant get away with it when I am there. I am on him like white on rice. <br />
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He finally leaves the family bathroom and goes into the mens bathroom. Ummm.....I'm confused. Didn't you just take care of what you needed to? Turns out he got scared. He went out to his car, sat in his SUV for about 10 minutes, then drove to the end of the parking lot. At this time I realized that he might be waiting for someone else to show up. So I started to walk out into the parking lot. I made it approximately 5 steps, keep in mind I would have needed about 75, and he drove away. Woohoo!! He went home empty-handed. Didn't even get a chance to look at product.<br />
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At this time it is now 9pm. The store closes in an hour. Scott pages for me overhead. He tells me about the current situation. It was at this point that I wished I wasn't a dependable person. I had so much dumped on my plate. I had to go down and spot lumber to bring in product from outside. Then I found out the truck wasn't even done being unloaded yet!! The truck is normally done and the pallets are already taken out to the floor by 9:30! So I head down to spot lumber.....Scott pages me again. He asks me to go unload the truck instead. So I find someone to spot lumber and head back to help finish the truck. I get back there and take 2 pallets out to the floor and help them move a couple big shelving units onto carts. I take the blue carts with product out to the floor and I'm on my way back to receiving to finish the truck....Scott pages me AGAIN.<br />
He wants me to stop what I am doing and finish hanging the posters. Holy mackerel!!! I am only one person!<br />
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So I stop what I was doing and go to hang the posters. I get the posters hung, without any interruptions. They looked good. At this time it is 10:10. Scott pages me. Ok, seriously?? He then tells me I can go home, thanks me for everything and tells me that he couldn't have gotten in done without me. It was at that point that I was in shock. He is the only manager that will go out of his way to actually say "Thank You". Yea, it might just be 2 small words, but to some people it means a lot. I have the ut-most respect for him. Yea he ran me like a machine tonight. But at least he knows he can count on me. My parents always told me that a job half-done, is a job not done. <br />
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So all-in-all, it was a CRAZY night. But thankfully I have the next 2 days off!! Can't wait for Thurmont! I feel so wide awake right now, but I know as soon as I lay down I will be out like a light. I think I have emptied my brain for now. Until tomorrow....Good night.<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-91816829046787929632010-10-07T10:22:00.000-04:002010-10-07T10:22:38.222-04:00Finally!!After eating leftovers for 8 straight days, the pumpkin bake is finally gone!! This is one of my favorite things for fall, but when I am the only person in the house to eat leftovers, I am actually kind of sick of it right now. LoL. Have to close again today. But as of right now, I am baking chocolate chip brownies. I will be taking some in to the unloaders at work. They also received half of the pan of pumpkin bake I made, they loved it. *Note to self: give them almost the whole pan next time. Less leftovers for me :)<br />
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I almost don't know what to do with myself before work. I did all the cleaning yesterday. I put the trash out for the trashman, brownies are in the oven. Just have to get myself together when the time comes. Sooo, I am just going to relax. Something that doesn't happen very often.<br />
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Thurmont is on Saturday! I text Dan yesterday. He said he is coming, but Carrie isn't sure yet. He would let me know for sure by tomorrow. The last time I went was a couple years ago. Aunt Crickett, Uncle Bob, Mom, Dad and I all went. <br />
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Not to mention, hanging plastic bags from our ears...<br />
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....or rubbing your head like one of the 3 stooges....<br />
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...or even running around on a broom like a witch.<br />
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Well my brownies are all done and I have written another post. This time, before work. I swear it's like therapy. After I write I just feel, I don't know, relieved. It just makes me feel good. I am going to go get ready for work. Until next time...<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918528345663080125.post-791601659048468292010-10-07T00:21:00.000-04:002010-10-07T00:21:54.343-04:00Inked...<span style="font-family: inherit;">Today was a very productive day. I got up early, did ALL my laundry, vaccumed, swept, mopped, cleaned all the bathrooms, did the dishes and even cleaned out the fridge. All before 11 am. After I finished all this, I definitely couldn't get motivated to go to work. Then I get a nice phone call, from Mom. She asked if I wanted to go to Kohl's. Normally I would be all over this, but at that point in time all I wanted to do was chill. So Mom went to Kohl's alone.</span><br />
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After her trip to the store, she brought lunch by. We were sitting there talking and eating our lunch when Mom's phone says "message from Matt....beep beep beep" (and yes, her phone does talk). Of course, he wanted to know what she was doing. I swear that boy can smell food no matter where he is! So Mom and I both cut our sandwhiches in half so he would have something to eat also. He comes over and the 3 of us just hung out for a while before I had to go to work. It was nice and relaxing. Then it was time to go to work...<br />
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I get to work and guess what?? I barely get a chance to get punched in before I have 2 customer issues dumped on me. Ummm hello, but the last time I checked I am NOT the only person in the store capable of picking up a phone and calling the vendor and/or customer in order to resolve an issue. But then again, maybe I am. They let the issues sit all day until I came in at 2:30. I literally resolved both issues AND called the customers back in less than 10 minutes. Why would they push it off? I guess it was just the fear of the unknown. But that which doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. <br />
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As my work day started off rocky, it got worse. I was parched so I went back to my locker to get something to drink. It was then that one of my fellow employees asked "Bekah, what did you do? You got your shirt all dirty". I gazed at my sleeves as I saw him point to the bottom of my sweater. I was in utter shock! My marker had exploded in my vest pocket. At this point, I realized I had sharpie all over my hands and fingers. I had NO clue how it got there. It bled through the vest, onto my sweater and also on my jeans. I immediately went back to HR to get a new vest. She saw what happened and grabbed a HUGE can of hairspray from I don't know where and sprayed the areas. I started to wipe it off and luckily a good bit of it was removed. If nothing more I have a new pair of work pants and a work sweater :)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhelNmY5CLywmukCjq8k4NVRT6QsIvj6yNqSnRCP3ng4h6zHSmJkNe4hoI9bUypnzSlH4R-R_Vowu3lwjRZUEaQz3_4yxAeEuRHVrC2H2sxIuC-7cVOR9DoPExjpXXBCTs7q1_AVzQKL-w/s1600/2010-10-06+16.26.50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhelNmY5CLywmukCjq8k4NVRT6QsIvj6yNqSnRCP3ng4h6zHSmJkNe4hoI9bUypnzSlH4R-R_Vowu3lwjRZUEaQz3_4yxAeEuRHVrC2H2sxIuC-7cVOR9DoPExjpXXBCTs7q1_AVzQKL-w/s320/2010-10-06+16.26.50.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>As if this wasn't bad enough, I get one of the most ignorant customers. I understand it is my job to help them, but if we don't have it, I can NOT pull it out of thin air. I especially like once you tell them that we don't carry the product, they then demand that you get it or that you find it. It is at this point that I wish I knew where they worked, so I could in turn go to their job and give them a hard time over something that they cannot control. However, I was not raised this way. Treat others as you wish to be treated. I definitely am tired of being yelled at by people because they are having a bad day. So I kill them with kindness. Put a big grin on my face and talk in a very calming tone. Unfortunately for me, this sometimes comes off as sarcastic or as if I am talking to you like a child. LoL. It's a lose-lose situation. But I wasn't the only person she was ignorant with, so I had witnesses. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDILQyzYedd8W-Kb8lPIN_fVaoTBSlf2gH3RmRVZu1OfDD_gPY3kjW4BW4kCE2kSZ24hWXSIn_VSwC24yn0qazGHnr1JI4W9m_EER9hOKK-lEnalH86qi-Qh-n3GjHrI8jQDZ488JEg8/s1600/2010-10-06+23.35.56_Abingdon_Maryland_US.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDILQyzYedd8W-Kb8lPIN_fVaoTBSlf2gH3RmRVZu1OfDD_gPY3kjW4BW4kCE2kSZ24hWXSIn_VSwC24yn0qazGHnr1JI4W9m_EER9hOKK-lEnalH86qi-Qh-n3GjHrI8jQDZ488JEg8/s320/2010-10-06+23.35.56_Abingdon_Maryland_US.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>After all this, I was then paged overhead by my manager. GREAT!! You can only imagine the thoughts going through my head. I was getting ready to tell him how everything happened, when he asked me to go back to the training room. OH GREAT!! The HR manager was still there so I instantly thought I was getting written up. Instead he asked me to hang some big posters. My face must have been white as a ghost when I walked in the room. Thank God it wasn't anything bad. <br />
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So all-in-all it was a crazy day, but still good. I am going to ask one thing though. Anyone reading this, could you please pray for Bob? He is a fellow employee of mine that has diabetes really bad. He just found out, that he does in fact, have to get his little toe amputated on Friday. Just please pray that everything goes well. Thank you!!<br />
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I guess I am running out for now. Only 2 full days until Thurmont!! I can't wait!! Very excited. Thanks Mom & Matt for a great day before work. Love you both. Until tomorrow......Good Night.<br />
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LoVe <3Bekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274456849689798494noreply@blogger.com1