Merry Christmas... a wee bit early

I figured I would wish everyone a Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays now before I forget. I've been so busy these last few days my brain is numb. Here is a Christmas pic I took of me and Steve. It's not very good but the timer on the camera doesn't last long and I kept tripping on Steve's feet trying to get back into place. I am so uncoordinated, hehe.




This next picture is of Baby 'Tooth. She found the gift we got her early but she loves it. It's a cat nip pillow.






We hope that everyone has a very happy holiday and a great new year.

I want to make a difference

I've been wanting to get back into the workforce for a while now. I'm frustrated because many jobs now want you to have a degree and I don't have one. If they don't want a degree they want you to have a solid work history which I also don't have since I've been out of work for 7 years. I saw a job listing today for people to work with developmentally delayed adults helping them learn skills. I know I would be great at this job because I love helping people. I feel good about myself when I can help someone, when I can make them realize that someone does care about them and make a difference in their life. I worked in a nursing home as a CNA for 4 years and even though the pay sucked I loved my job. Knowing that by helping these men and women I cared for feel valued made me feel great. I became close with many of the people I cared for during that time. It wasn't just a job to me. I would sit and visit with them, I valued their opinion and made them feel good about themselves. I had one family who told me that I was the only one that they had trusted with their father's care. Another family told me that their mom loved me like I was her grandaughter because I took such good care of her and treated her with respect and dignity. The people I took care of weren't just patients to me they became and extended family of sorts. After I left that job I received a message from my gramma (who worked at the same nursing home as I did) and she told me one of the people I cared for was dying and she asked if I could go visit her. This was 2 years after I stopped working there. I went to see her and spent about 30 mins with her before she became too tired to visit and I left. Two days later she passed away. I received a message from the head nurse that stated the lady was so happy that I had come to visit her and thanked me. My sister had come along on that visit and as we were leaving she said that she couldn't believe how good I was dealing with the patients. Several people came up to me while I was their and hugged me and said they missed me. It's was amazing to me that they would remember me after two years and be so excited to see me. It was then that I truly realized how much of a difference I did make in their lives. I don't think that having a degree will make you better at this type of job than someone who doesn't have a degree. A degree doesn't give you the character to be successful at this type of job. However, being kind, devoted to those you are caring for and respectful is. Knowing that everyone, no matter what their lot in life is, deserves to be treated with dignity and to know that they are cared for is important. I just want the chance to make a difference in someone's life once again...

15 years ago...

... today my father died from pancreatic cancer. I remember it like it was yesterday. His one wish was that he would die at home so we rented a hospital bed and all the other equipment he would need and took him out of the hospital. He was home about 5 days before he passed away. Everything from that time is crystal clear in my head. We decided to put up our Christmas tree early that year so he could enjoy it. I remember his laughter as me and my sister tried to get the lights on the tree, going back to the store to buy a new string of lights and then back out again because the string we bought didn't fit with the others we had. I remember showing him a caricature we had done of my brothers and how he laughed so hard he had tears streaming down his face. I also remember his cries when he was hallucinating. Early in the morning on Dec 16th 1993 the Hospice nurse showed up because he had ripped his IV from the morphine pump out of his arm. She told my mom that we should celebrate Christmas early as my dad wouldn't make it to the 25th. I knew at that point that my dad would die that same day. I was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper and making goofy comments on the articles to my dad. He wasn't able to read the paper so I would sit with him and tell him about all the funny things. I was mid sentence when I realized his breath was rattling. I sat and stared at his chest and realized there was a long gap between his breaths. I yelled up to my mom in a panic and she came running downstairs. My sister and two brothers also came into the room. I told my mom that he was taking his last breaths. He died with us surrounding him. I had to make the phone calls to Hospice and then I called my gramma who rushed home from work to be there with us. When the nurse got to the house she pronounced him and turned off the oxygen. We hadn't turned it off as it would have made it so final, no turning back after the O2 is off. Now it just seems silly but at the time as long as the O2 was running he wasn't really dead.The funeral home came to pick up his body but my uncles wanted to see him first so they left the body at our house for about an hour longer. Going to the funeral home to finalize arrangements was surreal. I was 23 yo and picking out a casket for my father who was only 42 yo. Our family has never been the same since my dad's death 15 years ago. We are closer than ever but also have also drifted apart. We all grieved in our own ways, we did what we had to do at the time to survive, we didn't always make smart choices but we came through what I consider to be one of the most defining moments of our lives together as a family.










My dad and my brothers...
Jesh (middle) and Zack

Winter Wonder Land

Let me preface this by stating that I love Winter. I love the cold nights, the snow, and the way that the atmosphere is so clear that the stars look like little jewels sparkling in the vast blackness of the night sky. I love coming in from the freezing cold and having a cup of cocoa to warm me up. Last week we got an ice storm. Now I admit that where I live got spared from the brunt of the storm as there are still many people without power. The aftermath of the storm was beautiful with the ice coating the tree branches and everything glittering in the sunlight. On the other hand it was also very sobering. Trees were bent in half with the weight of the ice on the branches. Tree's violently pulled from the ground by their root system. Power lines down and much destruction to homes and vehicles. Mother nature once again reminding us that life can be both beautiful and utterly destroyed at the same moment.



Beauty and Destruction all at once






I had gone up and down the steps of my apartment several times the day after the storm without mishap. The last time I went downstairs I was looking at the ice sparkling everywhere when my right leg slipped out from beneath me. I grabbed hold of the railing with my right hand but I was off balance enough that my left leg buckled and down I went. Why is it that you never think of things like sanding your steps until you are crashing down them? Needless to say that falling down the stairs caused some damage to my left leg and right arm. I've been having some hip/thigh pain and my calf is all scraped up and quite colorfully bruised. My right arm was wrenched and I have a little bruising about halfway up my forearm. Still, the pain and embarrassment were worth it as for a short amount of time the beauty outside took my breath away.