tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20933556944951977432024-03-13T14:24:27.903-07:00Finally! A Captive AudienceWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.comBlogger519125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-40967058104116898872019-01-30T10:46:00.002-08:002019-01-30T10:46:28.892-08:00The SurgeryIt's been interesting for me to hear how this surgery is handled at different hospitals. There are differences from place to place. Here's what happened with mine.<br />
<br />I was asked to check into the hospital on Sunday, January 13 at 12:30pm. Because it was a weekend, I'd have to go through the emergency room. Jim and I arrived and got checked in and taken to the fourth floor. The third and fourth floor at IMC are dedicated to cardio and pulmonary patients. It took a couple hours for everything to be processed and get us into a room. We were given a list of about a dozen things that would happen that day. They ranged from bloodwork to Xrays to watching patient videos. When they came to get me for the chest X-ray, they brought a wheelchair and insisted I ride in it for the xray, because it was a long walk away. It was really disconcerting.<br />
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That evening, the kids drove down and we went out to dinner as a family. Saying good night to them as they left was really tough, and I struggled not to cry. Nerves were setting in, and I was having dark thoughts about whether or not it would be my last chance to see them.<br /><br />That evening, I was given a couple of hospital sponges full of stuff that looked like iodine. I was instructed to shower and clean myself thoroughly with them, first one and then the second, paying special attention to my chest. Another hygiene issue on the list was shaving. My surgeon said that they basically shave men from neck to ankle. For me, they just wanted a bikini type shave. I have had laser hair removal so they skipped that step.<br />
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Jim and I tried to sleep together on the cot thing they had in the room, but since it's more narrow than a twin size bed, I eventually gave up and slept in my hospital bed.<br />
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At 4am Monday morning, they woke me up. They had me repeat the iodine shower. The phlebotomist came in and set a special IV that was in an artery in my left wrist. This allows for continuous blood pressure monitoring. (Fun fact, 16 days later, the whole underside of my wrist is still really colorful from this). They also set a regular IV. They had me put on the hospital gown. I also met with the anesthesiologist, who seemed very nice and very good at his job. After that, they gave me a shot of something to help calm my nerves, which was very much appreciated. Things get a little fuzzy after that.<br /><br />Around 7am, they came with a gurney for me. They took me down to the second floor where surgery would take place. Jim and I said our goodbyes there. I waited out in the hall for a few minutes and then they wheeled me into the surgical suite. They knocked me out at that point, and I don't remember anything for hours (thank goodness!).<br />
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Surgery went very well, and very quickly. I was only on bypass for about 90 minutes. There was around an hour on either end of that to get me ready for surgery and to observe my heart working, then sewing me up again.<br /><br />The next thing I remember, I'm in the intensive care unit.They have my hands tied down, and the breathing tube is still in place. The night before, when I'd talked to the respiratory therapist and she got my initial spirometry test, I'd mentioned that loopy me may not be a fan of the breathing tube and may try to pull it out. I'd tried to mentally prepare myself for waking up to the breathing tube still being in place, and I'm glad I did. It was one of the bigger fears I had about surgery, but it ended up not being too bad. I was completely unable to talk, and I had to make sure I breathed with the tube. A couple times I got off rhythm because I coughed or swallowed. That gave me a sense of being unable to breathe, but I got back on track quickly. I was disappointed that my husband wasn't in there when I woke up, but I guess they were waiting for me to stabilize a little before they brought him back. I'm not sure how long the tube was in place, but I'd guess a couple hours after I woke up. After a half hour or so, they brought my husband back. They untied one hand so I could hold his hand, and I wrote a note asking for other hand to be untied so I could scratch my face. While this time is a little fuzzy, I was more or less mentally there and knew not to mess with the breathing tube. I felt weak and a little sore, but not too bad.<br /><br />FINALLY, after a couple hours and a few written notes from me, they had husband leave the room and removed the breathing tube, which wasn't a big deal.<br /><br />I was desperately thirsty but they didn't feel I was ready for that yet. The nurse finally gave in and let me rinse my mouth with water and spit it out. We did that a few times and it helped a lot. I graduated to getting a little bit of water and ice chips, and I was feeling better. By this time, it was around 8pm. We were told Jim couldn't spend the night in the ICU, so I sent him home to get a good night's rest.<br />
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My night in the ICU was not a good one. I'm not 100% sure of my memories, because I've heard stories of ICU delirium, but I am pretty sure my memories are accurate. Shift change happened and I got a new nurse. The new nurse would not let me eat ice chips or swish water in my mouth. She insisted I'd just swallow the water, which irritated me. Finally she did give me something to drink. I am not sure if I swallowed some wrong or what, but I know I started coughing and ended up throwing it up. She changed my hospital gown and then refused to give me any more painkillers or water/ice due to it. By this time, I was really starting to feel pain, both in my incision and terrible back spasms. I am not sure if it was oversight or on purpose, but for the most part, she put the nurse call button/remote thing in a place that I couldn't reach. I did beg her to do something/anything to help with the pain, and mentioned that the back spasms were the worst. She did rub the worst spot on my back for a couple minutes. Because of that, I don't think my mental nickname of Nurse Ratchett was fair, but it was a really rough night. She did say if I could sit in a chair, she'd give me ice chips and pain meds, so you better believe I drug my carcass into a chair. Around shift change, they were amazed that I was already in a chair and decided I was ready for the regular floor. I was on board with that because I did not like ICU at all. Before I could leave ICU, they wanted to lose a couple wires. So, they removed the artery IV and this other giant mass of wires that were plugged into my right jugular vein. I was enthusiastically on board with that because I was overwhelmed at all the wires and tubes connected to me. Besides the two mentioned, I had one or two regular hep lock IVs, a drainage tube (that was two tubes going into my abdomen, but combined into one a couple inches after leaving my body), two wires going into my abdomen and touching my heart in two different spots to pace my heart if needed, a constantly EKG which had half a dozen electrodes taped to my body and the box in the pocket in the hospital gown, and a urinary catheter.<br /><br />Jim was back by then. He and the nurse thought I should try to walk from the ICU to the regular floor, and I thought that was a super idea. So, they helped me out of bed and I walked to the elevator to go back up to the fourth floor. I was successful, though I was taken aback by how weak and tired I was.<br />
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I ended up spending Tuesday-Saturday nights in the hospital. It was a lot of pain, lack of sleep, and lots of blood draws. Interestingly enough, back spasms were more painful than the incision pain. Jim was a rock star, trying to massage away the pain. He bought this wooden tool that looks like the ice cream cone from Melissa and Doug playset to try to preserve his thumbs. It helped so, so much. I can't imagine how the time would have gone without him there to help get me comfortable as possible in bed, help me get out to go to the bathroom, and cheering me along for my walks. After a couple days, I asked if they could give me a muscle relaxer for my back, and that made a pretty dramatic difference.<br />
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One thing that surprised me is that many patients after a major surgery like this find that their blood sugars are really high- they believe it has to do with the fight/flight response. By treating the high blood sugars with insulin, it prevents problems down the road. They found if they didn't treat the high blood sugar, a surprising number of patients who weren't diabetic before leave the hospital insulin dependent. My blood sugars were a bit high, so for the first 3 days, they were giving me insulin a few times a day. I was also on a "carb controlled" diet, but it sure seemed high in carbs to me.<br />
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Pain relief is a weird thing in hospitals now. I think they want patients comfortable, but they're really scared of addiction. My pain meds were "as needed", which means I had to request them. It took me a while to realize that, so there were some painful moments where I was trying to patiently wait for them to bring them. I felt awkward ringing for the nurse because there were a couple patients on our floor that were..... high maintenance.<br />
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Each day that went by meant less tubes and wires connected to me. The chest drainage tubes were painful and deeply unsettling. It was weird to see all that crud coming out of those tubes. The other strange thing is the machine that held the stuff that came out made this bubbling sound. It was a pleasant, white noise sound until you realized what it was. I called it human stew simmering. When I referred to it as such, the nurses invariably choked laughing. Removing them was mildly painful. What REALLY hurt to remove was the pacing wires. Ouch.<br />
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By Saturday, I was tube free. I had a hep lock on my right hand, and the EKG wires, but was otherwise free, which was nice. However, the hep lock was good for delivering some medicine, but not for taking blood. Phlebotomists came at 3:30am each morning to draw blood. My arms are extremely colorful from all that. We had hoped to go home Saturday, but I still wasn't breathing very well and my oxygen was a little low, so I had more more night.<br />
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Eventually, I was released on Sunday and was able to go home.<br /><br />I've now been home from the hospital for 9 days. I still feel quite sore, but I am not taking the heavy painkillers, and just take motrin. It's hard to be so sedentary, but on the other hand, I don't feel well enough to do my regular routine. I am not allowed to drive until the surgeon releases me, which will hopefully be 2/27. The PA removed the steristrips from my sternotomy, and I'm very pleased with how that's healing. My outward scar is only 4 1/4" long, which was a pleasant surprise. I don't think it'll be all the visible in the first place, and most of my shirts are high necked enough that it won't be showing most of the time.<br />
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I think I had unreasonable expectations for recovery time and pain management. That has been frustrating. However, each day I feel a little better and a little stronger than the day before.<br /><br />I have been completely overwhelmed with all of the support and love from my friends and family. People have been so kind and helpful and it has made me emotional. This has definitely been the most difficult thing I've ever been through, but having my amazing husband, kids, family and friends lifting me up has made it immeasurably better. I can't imagine going through this without having a huge support network.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-31399638408818735962019-01-09T14:50:00.000-08:002019-01-09T14:50:47.659-08:00Consult with Surgeon #2 and scheduled!Today I had the surgery consult with the second doctor, which is the one that I had initially chosen as my first choice. I have a couple friends in the valve research/clinical trials sector, and they both recommended Dr C. Additionally, my uncle's friend had minimally invasive valve repair last summer, and had a great experience with Dr C.<br />
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Today I arrived at the office, and I was given the same paperwork I've filled out several times before. They weighed and took my blood pressure (113/72!!) and took me back. I first met with the PA while Dr C looked over my echocardiogram and other information. Lori was really great. She had an excellent bedside manner and was very informative and engaging.<br /><br />Eventually Dr C came in and we had a great conversation with him. We kept getting sidetracked because he enjoys photography as well (though he's a Nikon guy. *sigh*) He impressed me with his knowledge and number of surgeries he does. He agreed with Surgeon #1 that the sternectomy route was the better way to go since I'll most likely need both my mitral and my tricuspid valves replaced. He said he's only aware of one doctor in the country that does both through the side of the chest. He's observed that surgery and feels like he could do it, but he hasn't done it. If I wanted, I could be his first. I politely declined. I'll go old school for this. I told him that my first priority is to have a good repair that will perform well and last a long time, and I'd rather have him start off in the center than decide to switch to that after a while. My only concern with the sternectomy is that the scar be straight. He genuinely offered to let me draw the incision line. I think I may take him up on that!!!<br /><br />We scheduled the surgery for five days from today. I have been taking fish oil supplements, and it turns out they act a bit as a blood thinner, so I have to be off of those before he can operate. I will arrive at the hospital on Sunday morning. They'll do all kinds of pre-op stuff, and then I'll go into surgery Monday morning. They said it'll take approximately 5 hours to do the repairs.<br /><br />I have to admit that as this has drawn on, my anxiety has ratcheted up, and I probably have been drinking a bit more than I should. I called my cardiologist and asked for her to prescribe something for that, so I picked up that prescription today. It's not Xanax, and I'm a little disappointed, because I've been interested to see what that's like.<br /><br />After we met with the surgeon, we were able to say a quick hello to an old high school friend who happens to be a cardiac PA, as well as one of my hiking friends who also works on the clinical side at IMC heart institute. He had really great advice, insights and food for thought. While I am a good candidate for repair, I need to consider what I'd want for replacement if I can't be repaired. Do I want a pig/cow valve (more organic, no blood thinners, but doesn't last as long) or mechanical (probably last forever, but a lifetime of blood thinners and accompanying risks). It's definitely something to think about.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-15761424132263896922018-12-17T12:01:00.000-08:002018-12-17T12:01:05.027-08:00Consult with Surgeon #1I had my consult with Surgeon #1 this morning. This is the surgeon that my cardiologist would like for me to use for surgery. We had to wait for over an hour to talk to him. Walls were thin, so we could hear him talking to the patients in the room next door, and they were getting some very difficult news and had lots of questions. He took his time with them, and I respect that.<br /><br />When he finally did come in to meet with us (because of COURSE Jim was there to hold my hand), he also took his time, and I thought that spoke well for him.<br />
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He told me that it appears that the best fix would be to put rings around the perimeter of the two valves, and that I was an excellent candidate for repair, as opposed to replacement.<br />
<br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">There are two primary ways to access the heart for the repairs I need: <a href="https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/articles/minimally-invasive-mitral-valve-repair/procedures" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #0068a6; font-size: 16px; outline: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; transition: all 0.3s ease 0s;">thoracotomy</a> </span>approach vs the <a href="https://mmcts.org/tutorial/80" target="_blank">sternotomy </a>approach. The thoractomy is where they make a small incision between the ribs, and a couple of keyholes. Some find that this is less invasive and an easier recovery than the sternotomy approach, which is where they cut the sternum and open the chest up in the traditional way.<br /><br />This surgeon doesn't like the thoractotomy approach because the surgery takes 25% longer, is more damaging to muscles, and he doesn't get as good of a view of the heart. In addition, he says it's not a good approach if the tricuspid valve also needs repair because you can't get a good angle to work on it from that way.<br /><br />So, if I go with Surgeon #1, I'll definitely end up with the traditional scar down the chest.<br />
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Surgeon #1 said that the approach to these repairs has changed quite a bit in the 20+ years he's been doing it. He said when he first started in the field, the approach was to wait until the patient was seeing major symptoms and the heart was showing major damage. He feels that the more proactive approach gives the patient a much higher chance of living a long life and reversing any heart damage, so he's pleased that we're addressing this now, before my heart is irreversibly damaged.<br />
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2- A recovery that is as quick as possible<br />3- Less visible scarring<br />
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I'll be interested to see what Surgeon #2 says.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-88048433857233985812018-12-12T08:56:00.000-08:002018-12-12T08:56:48.612-08:00TEE and heart catheterizationI had a very fun and relaxing vacation to Morocco. I came home ready to get to the bottom of things going on with my heart.<br /><br />In the two weeks leading up to the trip, Jim and I attended the Google School of Cardiac Medicine. We learned quite a bit. I think it also helped me come to terms with my situation. The first few days, the idea of open heart surgery scared the daylights out of me (it still does, to be completely fair). I researched techniques to repair the valve that don't require the traditional open heart surgery. I was desperately searching for a less invasive, less scary sounding fix. I discovered a high school friend actually works on developing valve repairs, and he has been a valuable resource to me. My research led me to conclude that if I want a long lasting, high performing fix, one that will let me backpack and run and do other crazy things, I want the invasive surgery. It shocked me to the core to realize that I'd prefer the cracked open chest to the venous repair. I want a true fix, not something that will just keep me alive.<br /><br />Dr N ordered a TEE (trans esophogeal echocardiogram) and an angiogram (also known as a heart catheter) to obtain a better picture of what was going on. Due to the esophagus' close location to the heart, one can get much better images through a scope than through the chest wall. When heart surgery is being contemplated, doctors also like to do an angiogram to see if there are any blockages or stenosis (narrowing) of any of the vessels prior to surgery. That way if there are, they can repair those issues while they are in there. Since surprises during heart surgery sound like a very unfun thing, I was enthusiastically on board, if extremely anxious.<br /><br />The TEE and the angiogram were scheduled to take place one right after the other. Because I would be sedated, I was to have nothing by mouth for 12 hours prior to the procedures. I was warned that there was a possibility of having to spend the night if there were unexpected findings or complications. I was also told I would not be able to drive home.<br />
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When I arrived at 8am, I signed an initial consent to treat. They took me back, had me take all my street clothes off and put on a hospital gown. They then put 6-8 stickers on to do a quick EKG. I was also asked about my advance directives. (I've printed out our state approved form, but haven't signed it. I really do need to do that) I was also asked if I had a uterus, but no follow up questions. I was also asked if I'd been out of the country in the past 30 days, but no followups to that question either. The RN then set an IV (truly the most painful thing about the whole day) and took a bunch of blood samples. Dr N was going to do the TEE and Dr H (who is listed online as a cardiologist and cardiac interventionist) was going to do the angiogram. They both came in, explained the risks and the why in very clear and easy to understand terms. I signed another consent that said I understood that I could die. Dr H told me that I could choose to have the angiogram go through my wrist or through my femoral artery (thigh). I told him that my personal preference was my wrist, but that getting really great pictures/video was paramount. He said it would be easier to get better images through the femoral artery, so that's the way we would go.<br /><br />They wheeled me off to the procedure room, and this was when I said goodbye to Jim. Parked the bed outside because I asked if I could use the ladies' room first. I then wandered into that procedure room. There were half a dozen techs and nurses in there who were absolutely hilarious and fun. It felt more like a party than a life or death situation. I'm not sure they would have been that casual with everyone, but since I'd started the conversation by asked for a pole to pole vault onto the really high bed, I set a more casual tone. Because they wanted me as comfortable as possible, they wanted to numb my throat first. The throat numbing stuff was a very thick gelatinous substance in a big syringe. They had me sit with half of it on the back of my throat for two minutes. Then swallow. Dear Reader, it is not delicious. I then had to repeat the process. I told the nurse that she doesn't get to mix my cocktails. She promised if we ever got together at her house, the cocktails there were much better. While I was numbing my throat with the Very Nasty Goo, they were setting up this warm air bed tube thing around me. It was really nice to keep me toasty warm for the 8 minutes I was conscious enough to care. The mattress was also a very comfortable memory foam. <br /><br />Dr N came in and chatted for a bit. She had a numbing spray that she was going to spray as well, just in case. Gagging is not an ideal circumstance. She told me that GI doctors have a similar wand that goes down the throat, but it has a camera. It makes it easy to see if there's any anatomic abnormalities or blockages. Because they need the ultrasound wand, she has to go down the throat blind. She told me if she encountered any resistance, she would stop. However, if I am anatomically normal, it should be very easy.<br /><br />They had me lay down and gave me a canula with oxygen for my nose. They also put a bite guard in my mouth. Then, they announced it was time to give me the sedation. They gave me the first push into my IV. Within about 15 seconds, I could feel it. I felt nice and dreamy. I took the mouth guard out to say that THAT was great and he could definitely make me coctails whenever he wanted and then stuck the mouth guard back in. They decided I was a bit too with it and gave me another hit. night night<br /><br />When I came to (and remember it), it was 2.5 hours later. Evidently Dr N talked to me before this, but I have no memory of it. Because the incision in the femoral artery needs a few hours to heal, I had to lay flat on my back for 5 hours before they'd even consider releasing me. They had leg squeezy things on my legs to prevent clots, and they were kind of nice. I wished I could make them squeeze harder to really get a good massage in, but oh well. There was a tv in the room, which helped alleviate the boredom.<br /><br />Now Gentle Reader, I bet you are wondering what happens if one has to go to the bathroom? I can't stand up or move. Well. They have a thing called a Pure Wick. I know this sounds like a plug in air freshener, but it's not. It's this weird She-wee thing with suction so that you put it along your vulva, nurse turns on the suction, and you just pee. It literally took me a half hour to relax enough to do that. All that toilet training as a toddler paid off, I guess. It worked though, and was a very strange experience that I have never read about before. So there's your TMI for the day.<br />
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After 5 hours, I was finally able to go for a walk around the floor. I think it was mainly to make sure that I wasn't a fall risk anymore. I was then able to sit down with Dr N. She told me that the angiogram showed my vessels were nice and clear, and no bypass is needed. The TEE showed more details on my valves. It looks like I will probably need to have both my mitral valve and my tricuspid valve repaired. She couldn't say for sure, but she felt like it was probably a birth defect that degraded over time. While sedated, the regurgitation wasn't as severe, and the pulmonary hypertension wasn't as bad. I still need surgery, but it's not immediately emergent.<br /><br />I am going to have a bubble test done to see if there are any holes in my heart. I will also have a lung function test done, given the pulmonary hyptertension.<br /><br />I have a consult with Surgeon G on Monday. I am also going to have a consult with Surgeon C, and then choose the doctor I feel best about.<br /><br />Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-77834491165603603902018-12-12T07:49:00.000-08:002018-12-12T07:49:41.482-08:00My heart is brokenI have decided to resurrect this blog so that I can document my latest adventure. I think it'll help me organize my thoughts, and maybe it can be informative to others.<br />
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I am a very active person- I am constantly on the go. I hike, walk, backpack, run, work full time, and have my fingers in a lot of pies. Over the last couple of years, I have felt increasingly tired. Short of breath. My weight has ballooned. Hikes that I previously did without trouble were incredibly difficult. I blamed my failing energy and stamina on the weight gain, and there was a lot of self flagellation. I would talk to Jim about it, but didn't mention it to doctors because I thought the cause was obvious- I was getting fat because I wasn't working out enough, hiking fast/far enough. I would still hike, but a lot of the joy was gone because it was so hard, and I was so ashamed of myself for how slow I had gotten.<br />
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In my family, we have a strong family history of high blood pressure. While we usually die of heart attack or stroke, it doesn't happen terribly young, most of the time. My parents are in their 60s and healthy, though both are on high blood pressure medication. My grandparents lived to their 70s-80s (my grandma is still alive and kicking!). Two died of a heart attack and one of a stroke. Similar story going back to the greats. My paternal great grandmother died of a heart attack in her 50s, but that was a couple generations ago, so doesn't count, right? My maternal great grandfather died of a heart attack at age 48, but he'd also had black lung from working in a coal mine, so most of us figured that contributed to his early death. I also had a great grandmother on my father's side die So I fully expected to need blood pressure medication at some point, and for a heart issue to eventually kill me, but not for a really long time.<br />
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All that is to say that when I went to give blood in July 2018, I was startled but not entirely shocked to hear my blood pressure was really high. It had been fine at the end of May when I donated. I don't remember the exact reading, but it was high enough that I couldn't donate. They suggested I relax in the office for a few minutes, and then we'd get another reading. This time, we got 148/85, which was acceptable and donation went as planned. When I got home, I called my family practice doctor to get in to be seen so I could get on medication. I knew that untreated high blood pressure can be deadly and wanted to get going. It took about 3 weeks, but I got in. Long story short, we tried a couple medications before we found something that didn't make me violently ill. It felt clunky though- I'd leave messages that the medication was making me sick, or making my feet bloat to double their size and it would take days to get it resolved. Even after it was "resolved", my feet were often too swollen to even fit into my hiking boots, which was deeply upsetting.<br />
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At Jim's urging, I researched and found a cardiologist.When I called to make the appointment, the receptionist was a little surprised and implied that garden variety hypertension didn't really warrant a visit with a specialist. I insisted. Quietly, I thought to myself that I was glad I wasn't a *real* cardiac patient and that I was just being indulged. Ironically, I was able to see the cardiologist far more quickly than my GP. She did a couple tests, found that things seemed ok. However, given my family history and the pre-eclampsia I had with my fourth child, decided to order a stress echocardiogram to check for damage, just in case. I have great insurance (after a massive deductible), so I thought this was fine. She also switched over my blood pressure meds because she could see I was really upset by the fact that I had cankles.<br /><br />On November 16, I was scheduled for the stress echo. Basically what happens in a normal situation is that they hook you up to a whole bunch of wires with stickers (I'd wager around 15-20). They do an ultrasound of your heart while at rest, laying on your left side.Then, you get on a treadmill. They slowly increase speed and incline until you scream uncle. Then you rush back to the table and they do the same ultrasound, but this time when your heart rate is high.<br /><br />So, things started out the way described above. However, the tech seemed to take a long time with the initial images. Then, she says she's done with that part, and is going to let the cardiologist know the first test is done and is ready to go to the second part.<br /><br />Uh oh.<br /><br />I appreciate Tech trying to not panic me or anything. However, my cardiologist is a very busy woman. I felt very confident she wasn't just hanging around her office, wondering how my stress test was going.<br /><br />Tech comes back in the room and announces that Dr N will be there soon. Dr N arrives, and she looks over all of the images. She then decides to stay for the stress part of the echo.<br /><br />Bigger Uh OH.<br /><br />I know that I'm hysterically entertaining and funny (ha), but not so much that a busy cardiologist is going to hang around and visit with me about my upcoming trip to Morocco and life in general for 11 minutes and 45 seconds while I huff and puff away on the treadmill.<br />
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I reach my personal breaking point (which, honestly was partly mental. I think I could've gone to 12 minutes but I was pretty freaked out by this point because something is pretty clearly WRONG with me. I was scared that I would have a heart attack or something there on the treadmill, so when my anxiety got the best of me, I stopped).<br /><br />They did the second part of the echocardiogram. The tech did part, the cardiologist did part. Dr N asked me if I had trouble swallowing. Uhhhh, well, I never did until you asked me and now I'm convinced I do!<br /><br />Once she finished, she turned to me and told me that my mitral valve has moderate to severe regurgitation. As a result of the extra work, the right side of my heart is enlarged and I have pulmonary hypertension. She seemed worried that I will be angry with her for sharing this terrible news. She felt that I am stable enough to leave in 2 weeks for a week vacation to Morocco, but wanted to schedule further, far more invasive testing for as soon as I get back. She urged me to not worry too much about this, and to enjoy my trip. I pressed her for more details- "Will I need surgery?" She admitted that yes, most likely. I ask if it'll be open heart surgery and she nodded.<br />
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I walked out to the car kind of in a daze. I'm a heart patient. I am sick. Maybe all of the horrible things I have been saying to myself about my lack of cardiac stamina were unfair.<br /><br />I am upset and scared. Learning your heart has some big problems is terrifying. However, I am so, so grateful that my cardiologist decided to order that stress echo. As weird as it sounds, I'm glad that first blood pressure medication I tried made me really sick. My dad takes the same medication and he does beautifully on it. If I had started taking it and my blood pressure dropped to normal and I felt fine, I am absolutely sure I would've left things at that. I probably would have been out backpacking with Jim and died of a massive heart attack, hours from civilization. I can't even fathom the trauma that would've caused him. Our family. I am 42, which isn't exactly a spring chicken, but too young for people to expect me to die of a heart attack.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-57098349142273805362016-12-29T18:39:00.000-08:002016-12-29T18:39:04.808-08:00How I refinished my cabinetsI have seen a lot of information out there on how to do this. Before I started my project, I spent hours researching it. I've had a lot of people ask me how I did it, so I decided to condense my knowledge into one post.<br />
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The very first thing I did was clean everything. I have a steam cleaner, but I felt that it was making the wood mushy and wasn't really doing a great job, especially on the areas where the finish was worn off, so I stopped using that. After that, I used an orange based cleaner that said it was good at degreasing. I felt like that really helped clean off the years of built up grime.<br />
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Next, I removed all of the doors and the hinges. I left the hinge in it's corresponding cupboard so that I would know where it went. Some people talked about how their hinges were specific to that cabinet and not interchangeable, so I was cautious. As it turned out, my hinges didn't care. In the groove where the hinge was, I labeled each door with where it belonged. The upper cabinets got letters and the lower ones got numbers. I started at the far left and worked my way around. It made putting the doors back up much, much easier. I wrote those notes in sharpie, then used a little bit of painter's tape to cover it. This served two purposes- it kept paint out of the groove (which would make the area smaller) and it protected my notes.<br />
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Once the doors were removed, I inspected each one carefully for damage. One door had the picture frame coming away, so I reglued with wood glue, and clamped overnight to dry. The holes and divots were filled in with a wood safe spackle.<br /><br />Because I didn't know if the previous finish was water or oil based, I needed to prep the surfaces before painting. I ultimately decided to use an oil based primer that was compatible with water based paint. My pick was Zinsser Cover Stain. I ended up buying two gallons, but not only did I paint my kitchen cabinets, but I painted a 60" bathroom vanity and 4 more cabinets that were in the laundry room. I still have about 3/4 of the second gallon left over. Because I was painting my cabinets white, I did not tint the primer. However, when I painted yet another vanity black, I did tint that as dark as I could.<br />
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I taped around the edges of the boxes so that I wouldn't have to deal with weird edges. We were planning to paint the walls, but I just felt it was better not to have overlap. The boxes here are prepped and ready to go.<br />
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I applied two coats of Zinsser Primer to the boxes and the cabinets, letting each one dry at least 18 hours before applying the next coat. I used a small roller for the most part, with a brush for the insets on the doors. The doors took longer because I had to let each side dry before I could turn them over.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My research led me to the decision that <a href="http://www2.benjaminmoore.com/en-us/for-your-home/paint-products/advance-waterborne-interior-alkyd-paint" target="_blank">Benjamin Moore's "Advance" paint</a> line was my best bet for my cabinets. It's a thin paint, which means it's self leveling. That means that you're not going to notice individual brush strokes, as it will settle itself. I chose the semi-gloss finish because I felt it was scrub clean easier, without being weirdly shiny. <span style="background-color: white;">Did you know that Benjamin Moore has over 50 shades in the "white" category? I eventually settled on "Cotton Balls." Ultimately, I did 4 coats on the front and 3 coats on the back. I used a foam roller for everything other than the indented part, which I used a regular brush for. I noticed a lot of bubbles that I had to go back and pop. In talking with an expert, a foam roller is much more likely to create those. If I were to do it again, I'd use a very low nap traditional roller instead of a foam roller. After painting, I waited 24 hours before flipping over or doing another coat.</span></span><br />
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Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-31772489221368345452016-08-17T08:04:00.002-07:002016-08-17T08:04:37.665-07:00Back to SchoolToday the younger two went back to school. I can't believe how quickly the summer flew by. I swear they only had a week or two off. We did get to do a lot of fun things. S spent a week at Girl Scout horse camp. We spent a week at Zion National Park. We spent several days at Yellowstone National Park. We camped at a lot of local places. We swam. We hiked. We star gazed. We watched a lot of movies.<br />
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Their school requires uniforms. In theory, I don't like uniforms because I like to see my kids express themselves creatively through clothes (like the time when Z was in kindergarten and wore gray pants and a gray shirt and told me he had tricked me with the "No Costumes at School" rule because he'd dressed up as a rock). In practice though, when I'm walking around their school, seeing all of the kids in the uniform is almost too adorable to bear.<br />
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I see the first day of school as a milestone. I haven't gotten too weepy over my own children going back to school in a while, but seeing all of these darling children in uniforms, the impossibly tiny kindergartners and their parents trying to hold the tears in will almost make me lose it.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-33902034160141179102016-08-10T07:01:00.001-07:002016-08-10T07:17:28.741-07:00Minecraft Lunch BoxMy kids have gotten into Minecraft in a big way. It seems like all of the kids nowadays love it. We're getting ready to go back to school, and S announced she wanted a Minecraft lunchbox. All right, given the popularity, you'd think that'd be easy. Nope. Evidently she is the first kid in the United States who had this idea. Not one to be discouraged, I decided to create one for her, and I'm pleased with how it turned out.<br />
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Once home, I used a seam ripper to remove the rubber penguin logo off the front. Then I used a ruler and pencil to make lines on the box. I used painter's tape to block off the eyes and mouth of the Creeper.<br />
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Painting the Creeper- I mixed some white or black paint with the greens I bought to give more color variation, but still have overall tone family match. Then, I painted each square a different shade of green. The nice thing about the pixelated Creeper is that there's no particular pattern or order. As long as I didn't have two squares exactly the same color next to each other, it looked about right.<br />
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I'm pleased with how it turned out, and my total cost was well under $10.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-36760519433966573732015-08-10T15:09:00.000-07:002015-08-10T15:09:22.422-07:00Zion National Park 2015One of my very favorite places on earth is Zion National Park. We've been trying to go every year, and this year we actually were able to go. Last time we went, in 2013, we'd planned to hike the Narrows again as a family, but flash flooding levels were so high that we didn't feel it was at all safe, and the weather predictions were that a flash flood was "likely". We were disappointed, but felt like we were making the safe choice.<br />
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We managed to get out of the house only an hour or two after we planned. Considering we're still in the stocking process, I thought this was pretty good. We made great time. We always stop at the petting zoo in Scipio for a rest break and so we can play with the animals. One of the funniest things we saw (because I'm a 10 year old boy) was a sheep attempt to drink another sheep's urine, right as it came out. It then stopped, turned to us, and made this face.<br />
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Saturday dawned much brighter and sunnier. The water was the color of chocolate milk- zero visibility. Yet ironically enough, the flow was significantly lower (80something vs the 120something it'd been the day before). We decided it was the time, and set off.<br />
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We all had at least one trekking pole each, camelbacks, waterproof bags for our camera phones. On our feet were Keen water sandals. They don't give ankle support, but they really protect your toes and feet. We also all wore clothing that would dry easily and wick water away from our bodies. We kind of laughed at some of the tourists who were wearing crocs and trying to walk in the thigh deep water with their iPads. The navigating was easier than I remembered because the flow was lower and the water seemed not nearly as cold. However, zero visibility did make it difficult.<br />
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Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-82867442614682763282015-03-04T13:21:00.001-08:002015-03-04T13:21:24.292-08:00The dust settlesSo now we come to finally moving in. It turned out to be later than we hoped, but we did finally get moved in to the new house the second week of January. We had a ton of amazing friends show up and got us moved in lightning fast time. For now, S, Z and M's rooms are too messy to do an "after" photograph. If/When they get them cleaned, I will add their photos.<br />
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<br />Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-81372891158532227842015-03-04T09:10:00.001-08:002015-03-04T09:10:18.579-08:00Demolition and rebuilding begins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFqGJ3HcUysnY7FJW9S0SRtvzCBR_o_-s9X-lF7qclBqdRsqxz1ZDrAQ-wnx-RIvdUcVWZUnloW-9-CmUroeKq3uqlkGWeUnskpBzgzOscGSMg3EkpGKFP6mHthgzt8BX2RsgY-MvykVT/s1600/IMG_0192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFqGJ3HcUysnY7FJW9S0SRtvzCBR_o_-s9X-lF7qclBqdRsqxz1ZDrAQ-wnx-RIvdUcVWZUnloW-9-CmUroeKq3uqlkGWeUnskpBzgzOscGSMg3EkpGKFP6mHthgzt8BX2RsgY-MvykVT/s1600/IMG_0192.JPG" height="200" width="150" /></a>When I left off, I was left with a smelly, filthy house and a husband who had to go to Europe. It was time for demolition to begin. We initially thought we'd save the tile in the house because we liked how it was tiled through the main living areas. As we looked closer though, we realized that several of the tiles were broken, and we were unable to find matches. We realized we'd have to tear it all out. This was bittersweet. Bitter because it was going to make renovation cost and time jump. Sweet because I have to admit I didn't like said tile. The kids got a kick out of pulling the tile and were pretty helpful.<br />
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As we started pulling it up, we realized that most of it hadn't been properly set- they'd put the tile directly on subfloor in some places and vinyl flooring in others. Tile should be on cement or cement board. Because of this improper installation, the grout had cracked, and water got underneath. We had to replace subflooring in some places because of mold. Luckily the mold didn't go beyond that.<br />
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They also had some rather unique ways of leveling the mud in the family room- the cement wasn't level, particularly around the edges, so this was their solution. Some people (like us) would think to use leveling compound. Not these guys!!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigqj5QsOJpghS8g_TMavK5TXJzzy250wVJf7zgLomCcAb3KNtE2im3hjxpLai7cEBnYjKoXR6HiE5VXj0AkR-DIlZDyGvqoAayQePuk63EAr_Os9etxVEX4gMCTnjLYqijFpZlUEygdzs/s1600/IMG_0406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigqj5QsOJpghS8g_TMavK5TXJzzy250wVJf7zgLomCcAb3KNtE2im3hjxpLai7cEBnYjKoXR6HiE5VXj0AkR-DIlZDyGvqoAayQePuk63EAr_Os9etxVEX4gMCTnjLYqijFpZlUEygdzs/s1600/IMG_0406.JPG" height="150" width="200" /></a>J's dad helped a lot with the drywall work and other highly skilled labor. I decided I didn't like the natural oak rails and spindles and decided to strip and restain them. That was incredibly difficult, given the coarseness of the grain of oak. There's all kinds of sites all over the internet and pinterest that claim it's easy. They lie. Trust me on this. I think that if I had been working with a finer grain, like, say, maple, it would've been a completely different story. I eventually did get all of the rails, toe, shoe and base stripped and restained. When I saw those 49 spindles staring at me, I decided to have a change in design plan. Instead of them being the darker stain, I'd paint them. I think my sanity thanks me.</div>
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My other big project was the kitchen cabinets. I loved the tall cabinets and how large the kitchen was. However, the cabinets were filthy, dinged, damaged, and the polyurethane was coming off in places. I decided to paint them. To make the job look as professional as possible, I took all doors off the cabinets. I then cleaned them very thoroughly. This took quite a long time, given the layer of dirt and grime on the cabinets. Some of the drawers needed significant repair too. I spackled the dents and cracks in the doors as well.</div>
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For the main living areas, we chose to go with porcelain tiles that looked like wood. That way, we'd get the durability of tile, but the look of wood. Also pictured here is the fireplace. If you look at the before pictures, the surround to the fireplace wasn't symmetric, which bothered us. We had J's dad build out the drywall so that the look was even.<br />
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Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-65393294020818109322015-03-04T07:50:00.000-08:002015-03-04T07:50:01.752-08:00The New House, part 1The long anticipated post about our new house is finally here.<br /><br />As a Realtor, my morning usually begins with me eating breakfast while I browse homes on the MLS. Most of the time I'm looking with a particular client in mind, but sometimes I'm simply looking at the market so that I'm familiar with current conditions. The morning of September 4th was no different. I was browsing around, mind half on what to make for dinner that night when a listing caught my eye. I was immediately intrigued. We'd been thinking of moving for a while- I really wanted a garage, and I wanted the kids to have their own bedrooms. I was not sure why this house in particular intrigued me so much. Yes, it had a 3 car garage. However, the lot was about half the size I wanted, it only had 4 bedrooms, and it was about half of the anticipated budget of the new house. It also was significantly smaller than I wanted- I wanted a house with at least 3500 sq feet, and this one was only about 2300 sq feet, which is 200 feet bigger than our current, incredibly cramped house.<br /><br />It was a HUD home, and had been foreclosed on twice in as many years. Since I have the awesome luxury of having all four kids in school, I drove over to look at it. It was the typical "Utah Mushroom", which is a multi level. Kind of an updated twist on the "tri-level" that was all the rage a few years ago. Yet something about the house called to me. The house was filthy, and smelled very, very bad. The paint was atrocious. I still saw potential though.<br />
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This just SCREAMS potential, right? Well, to us, it did. We had both sets of parents walk through- with J's dad being a contractor and my dad owning an HVAC company, I knew they could determine whether structurally and mechanically it was sound. They deemed it to be not that bad. So, with less thought than I've put into some family dinners, we made an offer for the property. With it being a HUD home, there were all kinds of fun and different paperwork to do, but we got word the next day that our bid was accepted. Getting financing wasn't particularly easy. The appraiser, astute fellow that he is, noted that the house was missing flooring in the front room and the family room, as well as all major appliances. He noted that as a livability factor. Normally if there's livability factors, you have to get a special type of FHA financing. We didn't want to do that because then we'd be stuck with mortgage insurance, and we definitely didn't want that. We were able to convince the underwriter to let us close, and then have the appraiser come inspect the house 10 days after closing to confirm that there was flooring in those two areas, as well as a fridge, dishwasher, microwave and stove. This was deeply inconvenient because we had to tear out all of the flooring. I didn't want appliances in the house just yet. Plus, about a week after we closed, J was scheduled to go to Europe for two weeks. Nevertheless, we were able to fulfill those requirements. We closed as scheduled, and were able to show the appraiser that we had appliances in the kitchen and flooring in the main living areas. Jim jetted off to Europe, feeling bad that he left me with such a mess. </div>
Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-72401580544739320432014-12-25T18:32:00.001-08:002014-12-25T18:32:05.091-08:00Christmas 2014I have to admit that Christmas snuck up on me this year. We've been so consumed with renovating the new house, work, school, scouts, etc etc that I didn't see it coming. I've felt guilty that our kids have not had much of a Christmas season. I was hoping to be moved into the new house by Christmas (didn't quite happen), and so I didn't want to put up the tree at our old house. We finally put up our tree on 12/22. We put it in the new house, after we finished grouting. Here are the little kids decorating the tree.<br />
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We did try to make the house look as festive as possible- we hung up the stockings at the new house (only to rush to the house at 10pm on Christmas Eve to retrieve them so that Santa could fill them while we slept).</div>
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I did make peanut butter fudge, as well as a batch of traditional fudge, and we brought it to the neighbors in our new neighborhood- we thought it was a nice excuse to try and meet all of our new neighbors. I am very optimistic that we'll really like it there.</div>
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Alas, Christmas doesn't wait for distracted moms and dads, and Christmas Eve was upon us. I thought I was being SO SMART. I put all of the kids' Christmas presents at my office. That way, I didn't have to worry about any potential moves, forgetting where I hid things, or kids stumbling/snooping upon their gifts. A couple of days ago, I bought K a beautiful Christmas Cactus (hey, it was on her list, along with cactus potting soil. I buy off their wish lists!) My office doesn't have any windows, so I left the cactus out in the conference room, along with a jasmine plant that Santa was going to bring me.</div>
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So, after we picked up the gecko, we had our traditional Christmas Eve party at my parents' house. It was really fun. We got home, and got the kids into bed. I then drove to my office to pick up the presents. Everything was how I'd left it, except for K's cactus and my jasmine plant. The paper bag I'd brought them in was there, but the plants were gone. I searched the office high and low, but NOTHING. I'm not going to lie. I kind of lost my temper and said a lot of very bad words. I texted my broker/friend, very diplomatically, and asked her if she knew where my plants were, and explained they were Christmas gifts. It was nearly 11pm though, so I didn't expect an answer back.<br /><br />I came home, swearing like a sailor. I decided that we were getting the kids NOTHING (because that means I wouldn't have to wrap anything), and that Santa was giving ALLLLL the gifts this year. J talked me down a little, and we set everything out.<br />
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I had trouble sleeping. I was genuinely disturbed that my presents had been stolen. I like, respect, and trust all of my coworkers, so the idea that they disappeared was distressing. I felt sure that it was an honest mistake, but I was pretty full of rage. Sometime in the night, my broker/friend texted me back. Another agent had told her there was a bunch of gifts for her in the conference room, and she should come get them. Evidently, she'd thought the plants were part of that. She had been so excited about them that she'd taken pictures of them before she took them home. She was absolutely mortified that she'd taken something that hadn't belonged to her and was really upset. Upon hearing what had happened, my rage instantly evaporated, and it became hilarious. My broker and I immediately started calling it The Plant Heist of 2014.</div>
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After he woke up, Z came in to show us his super cool lizard feet slippers, and told us how much he loved them. A little surprised that THAT was what he wanted to talk about, I asked him what his favorite gift was. It was an enthusiastic "Slippers!!!"<br /><br />"Really? The slippers were your very favorite gift?!"</div>
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All in all, this was a wonderful Christmas. We received wonderful gifts. While I didn't give it the normal attention, I hope I gave good gifts.<br />
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I go to bed tonight feeling incredibly loved, and loving the family and friends I'm surrounded by.<br />
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Love you guys!Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-10844310915713330272014-10-27T14:45:00.000-07:002014-10-27T14:45:52.621-07:00ADD Home ImprovementIt feels like I have been suffering from ADD (attention deficit disorder) when it comes to fixing up our new house. I am leaving half started projects all over the place.<br />
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The first weekend we had possession, I started by trying to remove the wallpaper in the upstairs bathroom. It was an awful plaid, and an affront to the senses. I couldn't remove any flooring or start with my kitchen plans until after the appraiser came back to the house and verified there was carpet everywhere and that we had kitchen appliances.<br /><br />J wanted to have a couple functioning toilets and sinks. He discovered that the upstairs toilet was grouted to the floor and wasn't properly installed. Hmmm. Interesting. When he pulled it up to put a new wax ring in place, he discovered previous owners had installed the tile right on top of the vinyl flooring. For you beginners out there, this is NOT the right way to install tile. So, we knew we had to pull it up. He abandoned the plumbing so that he could pull up the tile so that he could properly install the toilet. At that point, we made the awesome discovery that there was mold on the floor around the toilet, due to improper tile installation. So, we cut out the subfloor in that spot so that we could replace it with non-moldy flooring. Well, since there's now a big hole in the floor in that bathroom, no toilet, and I quit with the wallpaper removal because I was convinced I would trip and fall in the hole.<br /><br />We finished the flooring assignment and then J left on his business trip, leaving me with a shockingly little amount of supervision on home improvement.<br /><br />I decided to begin by tearing out all of the flooring. The upstairs bedrooms and hall were gross but uneventful. Then came the tile floor on the main level. This turned out to be really messy and time consuming. Plus, we needed a trailer to put the broken tile bits in (as well as the carpet), and my father in law's trailer was not available. I decided to jettison this idea, figuring when J got back, he could do it quicker, and the trailer would be available, so cleanup would be possible. Then I decided to move on to stripping the rails and spindles so that I could refinish them. This was not going well. The stripper I bought wasn't as effective as envisioned, and it was very frustrating.<br /><br />After a couple days of this, I was re-reading all the tutorials on painting cabinets, and it occurred to me that the cabinets project is going to be a couple weeks. Maybe I should get going on the cabinets, and strip the banisters while I waited for paint to dry?<br /><br />So, I moved on to cabinets. I got all of the faces removed from the cabinets and put in the garage. Here I encountered another problem- there's an awful lot of carpet and pad in the garage, and an awful lot of cabinet faces. I also started envisioning the sprayer spraying paint. If I don't clean the garage up, I'm going to have little bits of carpet and pad permanently painted to my garage. I need to get that carpet out of there! But no trailer.<br /><br />So I go back inside, and start scrubbing down the cabinet boxes so I can just paint those. Except, I realize that the tile floor is probably going to interfere with my painting. So, I need to get that tile out.<br />
<br />I swear, my life has become "If You Give A Mouse A Cookie"Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-29577052791587274862014-10-17T08:39:00.001-07:002014-10-17T08:39:25.806-07:00Summer CatchupI feel bad that I have been neglecting this blog. It's ironic that the busier I get, the more material I have to blog about, but I have less time to actually write it down.<br />
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The sad thing is, while this summer was really busy, there's not a lot to show for it. K got her driver's license, which is terrifying, but she's been a really good driver. She also got a job at Lagoon, which has been a lot of fun for her. She's working in their landscaping department, and has really loved learning how to work with plants. It was a lot of weekends though, which made camping difficult.<br /><br />Further complicating our usual camping plans was my work. I love my work, and this summer was truly spectacular for me. I worked very hard and sold a lot of houses.<br />
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M took summer school for math. So while he's still in 9th grade and attending the junior high, he goes to the high school for his math class, which is nice to give him a little extra challenge.<br />
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We also recently made a major life decision- we bought a new (to us) house on a whim. We've been toying with the idea of getting something bigger since, well, almost immediately after buying this one. We were waiting to pay off debt, and waiting for the timing to be right. I found a home that has been foreclosed on TWICE in the past two years. From the sound of it, it's had some rough times the past few years (meth test came up very mildly positive, but well below any state standards). While it's not significantly bigger than this one by square footage, the floorplan better utilizes the space. Plus, we'd have a garage again, a master bathroom, AND each of the kids would get their own room. However, it's in terrible shape. But, for the price we paid, we can make the repairs that it needs, then move in, then sell this house. Of course, we'll be trying to market it during the worst time of year for that. Oops! The new house will need all new flooring, new paint everywhere, some drywall repair, a couple windows replaced, new appliances, countertop and we need to add a window to K's room. Because it was kind of spontaneous, we bought it a week before J leaves for Europe for two weeks. He's been working so hard and stressing out trying to get as much done before he goes. I think he also feels bad that he's leaving for PARIS while I have to deal with the smelly house. As time goes on, I'll post some before/after pictures.<br />Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-84078496943686912472014-07-02T22:54:00.002-07:002014-07-03T08:57:53.048-07:00Ragnar Wasatch Back 2014- It will be fun!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you know me at all, you know that I do not like running. I also don't like waiting in lines, traffic, and not going to bed at a decent hour, all of which are critical parts of Ragnar. However, you also probably know that I'm a sucker for a good adventure, and I'll forget what I don't like if you offer up an amazing sounding adventure.<br />
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After I did the<a href="http://acaptiveaudience.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-tough-mudder.html" target="_blank"> Tough Mudder in 2012</a>, I swore I'd never run again. We won't mention the fact that since then, I have done 3 Dirty Dashes and 2 Undead Runs. So obviously, my vow never to run wasn't taken all that seriously.<br />
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What is Ragnar, exactly? It's a relay race, in which a team of 12 people run a total of 200 miles over the course of 24-38 hours, depending on how fast they are. Wasatch Back is where it started, and most agree that it's the toughest, given the high elevation and very hilly course. Runner 12 has the shortest distance to cover, but two of the legs are trail courses, and there's a lot of hills.<br />
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I had seen the following video a year or two earlier, and sent it to the group after we signed up. It ended up becoming such a big joke that our theme became "It Will Be Fun!"<br />
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Everyone started training, and given that we're all OLD, we all had our injuries and issues getting ready, but we persevered. Kevin struggled especially with knee issues, and the day before the race started, acknowledged that he would have a really hard time running all three of his legs, and asked for us to try to find a substitute. I posted on Facebook, and my adventure-loving friend Kristy enthusiastically (naively?) agreed to it. She said she'd always wanted to do a Ragnar relay, but just had never had the opportunity. So, 13 hours before start time, she arranged time off work and was the latest member of our team.<br />
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The biggest emotional setback, at least for me, was the news Sue received a couple weeks before the race. She is a 4 year survivor of ovarian cancer, and she fought so hard to be called "cancer free". Because she is responsible, she was doing frequent health checks to make sure everything was still clear. Unfortunately, a couple weeks before she and Nels were scheduled to fly out here, she got bad news. It appears her cancer is back. Never one to take this lying down, she consulted with her oncologist and got a big dose of chemo a couple days before the scheduled flight, and was out here on time. Seriously, what an inspiration of an amazingly strong woman!<br />
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I know that all the real runner blogs would have a blow-by blow here of how each leg went, how fast they went, and lots of photos of scenery. But, I'm an adventure monger, not a runner. In my opinion, everyone was amazing and fast and strong. By the time Van 2 took over, we were a good half hour ahead of the spreadsheet's predicted time.<br />
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Van 2 took over, and again, everyone was remarkably fast. My first leg was a quick 2 mile trail run at Snow Basin, just before it started to get dark. It started at about 6400' above sea level and climbed 300 feet. I got more and more nervous as the day went on. Everyone on my team was so strong and so fast, and I was just convinced I was going to let everyone down. Even under the best of circumstances, I'm not fast. I'd done a test run of legs 12 and 36, and I knew it was trail run, and all of the rocks, bumps, roots, hills and plants were going to be challenging, and slowing me down. I hadn't anticipated being so anxious about the whole "letting my team down" that it would further impact my time. Unfortunately, it did. My time was slower than I'd anticipated, and I was disappointed. But, I did pass a couple people, so I knew I wasn't the very slowest runner out there.<br />
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After we handed off to van 1 again, we went to exchange 18 and tried to rest for a couple hours. It was very noisy, so I don't think anyone got much sleep. Around midnight, we were ready to go again. Kevin had decided to travel with our van. He ended up deciding to run that leg with Nykki as a pacer. I think it helped her time, and Kevin at least got to run one leg, which was a far cry from what he wanted, but better than nothing.<br />
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Saturday was another day of amazing feats by my teammates- running through pain and injuries and illness, but they just kept going. I think I'm most in awe over Jim and Erik. Erik ran more than 11 miles in the middle of the night, only to start up Guardsmans' Pass the next afternoon. Jim had "Ragnar Hill", which is a 4 mile run starting at 7200' and ending at 8900'. that's almost 1700' of climb. I don't even like doing that hill in my civic, let alone on foot!<br />
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If you DO want to see amazing photos from the race, click <a href="http://blognar.ragnarrelay.com/2014/07/80-jaw-dropping-photos-from-ragnar-wasatch-back/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_content=80moments&utm_campaign=blognar" target="_blank">HERE</a>.<br />
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I found it ironic- when we bought them, I said I was fine with all of the raising and caring for them, but when it came time for them to be "processed", I didn't want to be there. I was assured by many that I wouldn't need to be, that there were several people who WANTED to be there. I was even urged to schedule it on a Friday so that those with flextime schedules wouldn't have to take off work. When the time came, the only ones there aside from the guys I hired was the ever curious llamas and me.<br />
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Despite my tender heart and hippy, pacifist ways (I don't even kill spiders unless they're venomous!), I found the process very fascinating. A significant reason I agreed to raise beef for meat was because I felt it was important to be a conscientious consumer. I believe that we already were significantly more aware and careful than the average American, but this did bring it up a notch for me.<br />
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I was very impressed with how quickly, cleanly and efficiently the deed was done. The Butcher used a very old rifle. He shot them both within just a few seconds of each other. I don't think either of them even had time to form the thought that maybe this was not good when the trailer came back into the field. I could tell the trash cans on the side had a very interesting smell to the cows, as they kept sniffing them. While they were investigating that, it was lights out for both.<br />
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I won't go into details on the processing here, nor will I show photos. However, if you want to see the few I took, I'm happy to share. I just don't want to upset the sensitive.<br />
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I will say that I want the knives the Butchers used. It was amazing to watch how well they worked- they made the infomercial knives cutting through aluminum cans look like plastic sporks.<br />
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The other thing I will comment on is how skilled the Butchers were. It is obviously an art form to work so quickly so that the animals don't suffer. Then, to process it out so neatly, yet so fast. Despite myself, I was fascinated.<br />
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From our house, the Butcher took the sides to the meat cutting facility of my choice. There, they will hang for a couple weeks to age. Then, they will be cut, wrapped and frozen. I will come and pick them up, and we'll divide it amongst our other owners.<br />
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I was disappointed with the size of them. I haven't heard what the hanging weight was, but when it was all said and done, it seemed like a very, very small amount of meat. Butcher said that Casanova was the right size and fattiness for his age/breed, but T-Bone was small. We knew that though. I guess if I'd wanted more meat, I should've 1- bought an Angus, and 2- had it be mama fed for the first few months. Also, grass fed beef does tend to be leaner.<br />
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It occurred to me as I type this that I haven't had beef since they were taken to freezer camp 5 days ago. I don't eat a lot of beef, and I don't remember AVOIDING it, so I'm not sure if it's an accident or subconscious avoidance.<br />
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My emotions are complicated. It was hard to watch, and it was also a little sad. When I look over the field, and I still obsessively do, making sure they haven't escaped AGAIN, I'm 40% sad, and 60% relieved.<br />
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Scratch that, 80% relieved. I always had a mild-moderate amount of anxiety that the cows were going to escape, and cause trouble. Knowing that is never going to happen again (unless I get more cows) is a huge load off my mind.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-64267760728143188872014-02-17T09:46:00.002-08:002014-02-17T09:46:36.190-08:00Remembering a MotherAs you probably know, I am a Realtor. I think my favorite task as a Realtor is showing homes to buyers.<br />
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When getting a home ready to show, the traditional advice is to de-personalize the home so that others can imagine themselves in the house, as opposed to feeling like a guest in the home. I have a vivid imagination, so I often try to imagine the people who live(d) in the houses I'm showing. So, while de-personalizing to a certain degree is a good idea, if the home is absolutely occupied, but there's zero hints as to the people living there, it distracts me. I advise my clients that it's ok to have one or two photos on the wall, but that it shouldn't be an overwhelming presence. Just enough for them to see, "Oh, this family just gave birth to their third child. I bet that's why they're moving out of this two bedroom condo".<br />
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The other day, I was showing a vacant home. The house had wonderful potential, but was fairly dated. Vacant homes don't drive my imagination crazy like completely impersonal homes, so I just assumed it was an older couple was was scaling down, or possibly had died.<br />
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A man surprised us by popping up in the back greenhouse window, causing my client to nearly jump out of her skin. Once he recovered from his amusement, Dennis came in and gave us the tour. He was selling his parents' house. Dad had died 9 years earlier, and Mom had died this past September. As he gave us the tour, he told us about his mother. She seemed like such an amazing person that by the end of the tour, I simultaneously felt like I KNEW her, and mourned her loss, and the fact that I hadn't known her.<br />
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In one drawer, she had every owner's manual to everything she'd ever owned. Each sealed in a plastic bag and neatly labeled in her leftie handwriting. There was everything from a circa 1970s range to a twist on faucet regulator.<br />
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The yard had been her crown jewel, and she had won yard of the year a few times. Lining the back of the house was a row of mature rose bushes. They were perfectly pruned back, save the last two. The second to last one was partially pruned, and the last one was a bit overgrown. Dennis told us that his mother had fallen while pruning the rose bushes. That fall had caused a lot more internal damage than she realized, and she'd died within a few days. <br />
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He buried her with roses from the remaining, unpruned bush, as well as her gardening gloves and shears. He felt she would've liked that.<br />
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He said the family couldn't bear to finish the rosebush job, so there it had stayed.<br />
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I'll admit I had noticed the perfectly groomed yard, and thought it was interesting that the rose bushes hadn't been completed. After hearing the story, I was nearly in tears, looking at those roses and knowing the significance and the story behind them.<br />
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It was a very interesting showing, and it was nice to remember the people that live in the homes I show.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-29710205767836416612014-01-31T12:00:00.003-08:002014-01-31T12:00:41.145-08:00Winter HikingIn the past, I've always seen the coming of winter as the end of outdoor adventures outside of sledding until spring came. I still am refusing to run in the snow. A couple reasons: It sounds even WORSE than running in heat, the air quality is so bad that I think I'd be poisoning myself and lastly, I'm afraid of the trail not being groomed.<br />
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Last weekend, J went to the outdoor retailer show, and he bought us higher quality crampons. Mine were sized ladies' 5-7, and this time, I had zero trouble with them. They were really handy. The second hike, we went on the Malan's Basin trail. We didn't go all the way back to the basin- most people are stopping at the look at the view from Malan's Peak (I think that's what it's called, but I'm not sure). M came with us.<br />
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The kids play their last games tonight. I think they're sad about it. They've had such a wonderful time, and have made pretty dramatic improvement. I don't think either of them are going to play professional ball, but they had a lot of fun, and that's what really matters. S really has great hustle, and she's truly a joy to watch. We've actually had other parents approach us and say how amazed they are at how quick and tenacious she is. It's really pretty amazing to watch because she is so much smaller than most of the other girls.<br />
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For Halloween, Z was a ghoul of some sort, S was a fairy (I sewed the costume, thank you very much!), M was Jack Frost (I attempted to do the frost design on his hoodie) and K fell back on her Super Girl costume. J and I dressed up as meth addicts.<br />
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I got my own office (admittedly, that happened at the tail end of 2012). 2013 was my best year yet. I hope that 2014 will be even better. I'm wanting to paint the walls, and make my office look like I actually have decorating taste.<br />
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In Dec., S participated in the third grade economics fair. She chose to make bath bombs, which were a hit!<br />
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We have said for a while that we wanted to move to a bigger home. A couple things had to happen first. First off, we had to pay off all debt other than our mortgage. We accomplished this goal this past summer, which was an incredible achievement for us. Secondly, the cows had to go to freezer camp. Freezer camp day has been set: February 21. So now, we're starting to really focus on things we need to do to get the house ready for sale. One of the big things is to remove the remaining popcorn on the ceilings, and retexture the kitchen ceiling so that it matches the front room.<br />
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We also need to do some major de-cluttering, as well as some painting. I think we may need to replace the carpet in our room and S & Z's bedroom. The idea of getting a house that fits us sounds unbelievably wonderful.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-39613998439059654762013-10-27T20:00:00.002-07:002013-10-27T20:00:37.717-07:00Cow UpdateI don't post about them as much now, but I'm still the reluctant owner of cows. <br /><br />TBone earned a stay in execution for both of our steers. He's just too small to send to freezer camp this week, as I'd originally planned. I was deeply disappointed, because feeding and watering livestock in the wintertime is not nearly as much fun as it sounds (yes, I fully understand it does not sound like a good time. Trust me, it's not!).<br />
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We got quite a bit of hay (I think around 125ish bales?) and started to hunker in.<br />
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Today, we struck a deal with the neighbor to the south. We'll open up the pasture so their llamas and our cows will have free reign of both properties. We'll be able to water everyone from their barn (and their heated hose and NOT have to haul 25+ gallons of water a day to the pasture... YIPPEE!!!!), and we'll share our hay with the llamas. They plan to rehome the llamas soon, but are contemplating a steer. Having buddies will be good for their steer, so it's a win-win all around.<br />
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So, this morning J and I opened up the gate in the pasture. The llamas were very quick to go to our side to play. The cows were a little more cautious, but as we backed off, they went to investigate. When they saw us walking back, they ran to our side of the field. I think this PROVES they knew that escape was naughty.<br />
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As a side note, as we were walking the fenceline, checking to make sure all was intact, we scared up a beautiful pheasant. I wish I'd gotten a photo of it.<br />
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Do you remember the scene from "A Christmas Story" when Flick sticks his tongue to the flagpole and gets stuck? It was always one of the funniest, yet most awful scenes of the movie.<br />
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Today when I picked up the kids from school, S got in the car first. I asked how her day was, and she said emphatically, "It was TERRIBLE!!"<br />
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Evidently, they have their last recess at the same time. Z was climbing around on the playground equipment and got his ring finger stuck in a hole on a metal bar. Said metal bar was about 5.5 feet off the ground, and his finger went all the way through (there were holes on either side), but then it wouldn't come out. He was trapped there, standing on a rope with his finger firmly stuck. A classmate got a recess duty who came right over. Recess duty couldn't do anything. The second recess duty came over. She was equally flummoxed.<br />
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About this time, the predicament started to get a lot of attention, including S. S is a sensitive type, and was really, really upset. She was on the ground crying over Z being stuck. About that moment, the bell rang.<br />
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Z's classmates went inside and told her teachers. Because she couldn't leave the class alone, she brought the whole class out there to the playground, so she could check out the situation.<br />
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Finally, someone brought out some lotion or soap out and got him all slipped up, and he was finally able to slip his finger free. Ms V (Z's teacher) knew that S was really upset, so she had him go see her in class so S would know he was free and ok. I thought that was very thoughtful of Ms. V.<br />
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Z was pretty stoic and casual about it, and seemed much less traumatized than S. All's well that ends well, though I hope that they do something to fill that hole. I'm a little surprised it's never been a problem before, and while Z was none the worse for wear, the potential for significant injury is big, I think.<br />
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Once J got home from work, we took Z back to school so that he could show us exactly how he could get stuck on the playground. I thought they were fairly fail-safe. Shows how brilliant (?) my kids are.<br />
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Z has been pretty casual about the whole thing, though this evening, he admitted that he was afraid that he was going to be stuck there forever. <br />
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<br />Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093355694495197743.post-34795807900668149542013-10-15T20:00:00.004-07:002013-10-15T20:00:53.720-07:00Helpful LlamasSo, TBone, the escape artist cow, has been up to his tricks again. Our fenceline has field fencing the entire length of the field; however it starts about 18" above the ground, and is probably 20+ years old and in need of new posts. So, we installed some barb wire on our side of the posts. Unfortunately, even this hasn't been enough.<br />
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I came out a couple weeks ago and found this scene. Casanova is poking his head under the fence, and TBone is off in the distance, grazing. This particular section of fence goes all the way to the ground, but the railroad tie posts are old and somewhat rotted, so getting things firmly attached is difficult. Plus, once a steer gets to a certain size, keeping them in a pasture requires a certain level of cooperation from the animal. Cooperation is not something that TBone has ever really had. I'm glad I've never had to take him to parent/teacher conference- he probably wouldn't do well with the "plays well with others" part either.<br />
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I borrowed some dog kennel panels from my neighbor to fix the section of fence that Tbone had burrowed under, as J was in Germany, and major fence repairs are more his thing than mine.<br />
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This year, however, heralds unprecedented freedom for me. Two exciting things changed this year. First, and most exciting, is that Z is now in first grade. That means that once I get S & Z to school, I am free (sort of) to my own devices until 3:25 pm. Second: K is now in high school (eeeeeek!!!!), and conveniently enough, the IB high school just happens to be our neighborhood school. Even better, we are far enough away that she qualifies for the bus! This means that transportation isn't my responsibility this year. No Jazz Band rehearsals. No carpools for her.<br />
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Speaking of carpools, my junior high carpool for M has FIVE parents in it this year, so no more rotating Fridays to keep track of. I make two carpool trips a week, and that's it.<br />
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So far this year, the only challenging thing has been whether or not I can access my car and/or the road when taking the little kids to school. Road construction is still ongoing, and more often than not, the road is closed, which means a couple mile detour to the school that is 5 blocks away. Even more exciting, now that curb and gutter is done, I've found my car blocked in the driveway by misc. street workers. I've had to make it my policy to take the kids to school 15-20 minutes early to school. That way, if I come out and the cement truck is pouring cement and blocking my car in (like it did yesterday), it's no big deal to just walk the kids to school.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510392454345860827noreply@blogger.com0