Giving Thanks

Thanksgiving Kids 2009

Lots to be thankful for this year… my husband, my children… but this second half has been a hard one for my side of the family which makes Thanksgiving more bittersweet. There are both physical and emotional problems that some are enduring, but this week my family lost our oldest aunt, my dad’s oldest sister, Tess. I haven’t seen her for three years since she moved from Chicago to the Philippines, but she has been a big part of my growing years. I thought about her often after her move, and now, I believe she is in a better place without physical pain, without worries.

My dad’s three other sisters are in the Philippines now, making arrangements, while a few families are here in Chicago making the most of this Thanksgiving by coming together for dinner at our home. We give thanks for those here and abroad who have touched our lives in so many ways…

Thanksgiving pumpkin cupcakes

One Fall Day

Hope you all had a nice weekend. We certainly enjoyed ours. I should have been getting ready for the Craft Social, but I had other projects in line.

Enjoying the Backyard

The boy is crying not because he was hurt. He tried to lock me up in the garden and I yelled at him. Needless to say, he went back inside the house for a while.

Black and Decker Cultivator

This garden tool was pretty nice to use once the hard clay was amended with peat moss.

Planting Garlic

After planting the garlic, it was time to enjoy the leaves.

Fall Leaves

Life is Fun

**Updated: Wow! This is my 100th post – a great way to “celebrate”. Thanks to everyone who takes time out of their day to share time with us!

Favorite band names that aren’t real bands

I’m feeling much, much better now and I’m catching up on lots of household chores. The laundry room was very lonely without me over the last week or so. In between loads, I was thinking about some construction terms, medical diagnoses and even some medications that would make really good band names. Why do I fill my brain with this bizarre information? Because it’s fun… share your own, or let me know if these are actual bands!

Frozen Corneas: heard about this on a morning radio show

Tessalon Perles: not only is this fun to say, but it’s my favorite prescription cough suppresant

Quarter-inch drill bits: this is my made-up band name

Hole Hawgs: this is a kind of drill

FDIOS, the dyslexic dogs: not medical or construction, but silly.

Jumping Frenchmen of Maine
Jumping Frenchmen of Maine is a form of the exaggerated startle reflex known as hyperexplexia, so named because it was first observed in French-Canadian lumberjacks in the Moosehead Lake region of Maine in 1878. Sufferers were reported to react abnormally to loud, sudden noises — screaming, flailing, muscle seizures and, most puzzlingly, obeying commands in a reflexive, involuntary manner. For instance, when instructed in a loud, authoritative voice to hit someone, they would do so without question. It’s believed to be a genetic condition caused by a blockage of an amino acid that calms the central nervous system. (Information from http://www.medicalassistants.info)

Stay tuned. I’m heading up another table at the craft social! This time… doodling.

Celebrating Halloween and a Birthday

Happy birthday 3 year old Ollie

I’m still recovering from being sick. I think it’s sinusitis. Well, that’s just me the non-doctor that I am, self diagnosing, like I do all the time. Saw my kids’ doctor today though, and she said, “Yeah, 7-10 days… it’ll clear itself out. Come back if it’s bad.” Oy, this afternoon, my headache was so bad, I wanted to put my head in a vice and squeeze it.

Despite the sickness, we celebrated Ollie’s 3rd birthday with family and friends, and the kids had a nice little Halloween weekend. Abby was Raven from Teen Titans and Ollie was Pablo from The Backyardigans. I made Abby’s cape with no real pattern. Didn’t turn out too shabby, if I say so myself. I did trace the hood from her Jedi cape that she wore on Halloween when she was two. I couldn’t get it quite right, but I think it worked out. Ollie was going to be Robin, Boy Wonder, but he changed his mind a week before I started working on his costume. Good thing, too. We had just enough time to buy his costume.

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Happy birthday, Little Man!! We love you so much…

Raven from Teen Titans and Pablo from The BackyardigansWaiting for Dad to go outside

Visiting neighbors on Halloween

Sick Mommy Thursday

Hard to get motivated when I’ve been a little under the weather, but life goes on. Ollie took a few pictures of me yesterday as I was trying to rest on the couch. Two-year olds don’t understand the concept of resting, and I’m not sure how to more clearly explain that “Mommy is not feeling well. Mommy is a little sick.”

sick mommy collage

He said, “I ts-icky, too, Mom! Chin mine chin, Mom. ” He doesn’t say “my”. Chinning: that’s just one of his ways of snuggling. He totally gets that way when he’s super tired or just wants to say he loves you, and I’m so glad I had a moment to capture it. I love when he smushes his little cheek onto my cheek, or his forehead against my face. It hurts a little now that he’s older, though. Thanks, Little Man, for sympathizing. I sat on the floor afterwards and played a little Candyland with him.

The upside to sitting on the couch, while the fever shivers are subdued by Tylenol, is having a little time to sketch another piece.

sketch 10-29

About Line Parking (a.k.a. handicapped parking)

Eastman demonstrating handicapped parking

The diagonal lines next to handicapped parking spots in a parking lot… let’s talk about them.

I will admit that I have left a shopping cart in the lines from time to time, making sure it’s up against the post and never when it’s windy outside. But that’s wrong, and I’m truly sorry for those times. As a recovering shopping cart abandon-er, I haven’t done it in a long time. However, it is one of my pet peeves seeing people park their vehicles ON those diagonal lines, so much so that I want to carry post-it notes and leave neighborly reminders that THOSE spots are NOT legal parking spots, nor are they “waiting” spots. Like you’re waiting for someone to just drop off that rental movie in the drop-box. It’s not necessarily a pet peeve just because my husband is disabled, though it might fuel the fire. I have never in my driving career parked on the lines, in those spots. It’s respect, it’s the law.

Trying to get into the car at Costco parking lot

I apologize for this eensy, teensy photo that I took with my mobile phone. We were out tonight grocery shopping and look at what happened. Those carts weren’t there when we got there.

Those lines are there not as mere or more spot holders for disabled drivers or those driving with disabled passengers. People are not supposed to park their cars or motorcycles there so that those disabled people have room to maneuver their car, wheelchair, equipment and/or themselves. The space is there for everyone’s safety. You might see an elderly person with a walker – they need room. Maybe you’ve seen a full-size van in the handicap spots – they might have a wheelchair lift inside and if you park right up next to them in the lines, you’ll be blocking their equipment. Your car could incur damage, or maybe their equipment might get damaged if they try to operate it. Either way it’s not a great situation.

How about someone in a wheelchair, paralyzed or not? Some people out there may not realize that the disabled person is actually the driver. They’re not always the passenger. So, don’t assume that just because there’s a spot on either side of that car in the handicap parking spot, you could possibly park next to the driver’s side. You can’t maneuver a wheelchair in a space that’s three feet or less. My husband’s chair is a smaller width, and sometimes he can shimmy by, but it’s tough. It’s even tougher if he’s by himself and has no room to take apart his chair as he usually does. We definitely don’t like to run the risk of dinging someone’s car.

And, you know where I find it most surprising where line parking occurs? At our church! And, on occasion, I have seen our fellow parishioners enter their non-disabled license plated cars (or sans handicap placard) after services while we’re also at our car loading up. They will not make eye contact with us whatsoever. They will not look up, they will not acknowledge, etc. Okay, maybe they’re busy, running to the Sunday pancake breakfast with the family, or getting ready to sit down for football, but I do hope that they think twice about parking on the lines.

Sometimes, people look at me and even approach me like I’m the one robbing the handicap spot and I have to explain, “My husband uses a wheelchair, he just went in ahead of me.” Then I get a “Oh, I’m sorry.” S’okay, folks, I appreciate you policing the parking lot! I wish more of you did! On the other hand, it’s a tough, tough call when I see handicap license plates or placards up in a car that’s parked on the lines. Lots of times it’s during the holidays when parking lots are packed. In those situations, I let it go, and usually, I end up seeing those people getting in or out of their car, and I nod in understanding.

So, please, friends, when you see those diagonal lines, remember those spots are already taken. Don’t risk getting that $250 to $500 fine. There’ll probably be more open spots in the next aisle or just around the corner.

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