tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56727576382570644502024-03-13T23:34:23.252-05:00Mary the 1st I am, I amgo big, or go home!Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.comBlogger323125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-62274262808110579472016-04-12T10:40:00.000-05:002016-04-12T10:40:58.765-05:00Gaining PerspectiveAs I ran the streets of my neighborhood whistling and calling my dog's name, the worst possible scenario kept playing over and over. It was 8:30pm on a Sunday night, and somehow our front door was open and Koa was no where to be found. I enlisted the help of anyone I saw outside, and once he was found I sat back and reflected on what just happened. With wet hair, shorts and a t-shirt (which are strictly for sleeping in) I was approaching strangers that were walking their dogs, watering their plants, or just walking to their car. These people didn't run from me, even though I probably looked mentally disturbed, but instead grabbed their flashlights and got in their cars to start canvassing the neighborhood...for someone they didn't know.<br />
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We have only lived in this neighborhood for a couple months, and I've spent the last 2 months being a hermit while I recover from neck surgery. In all honesty, I have spent the last 2 years being pretty miserable. Living with chronic pain is not just physically taxing, but emotionally as well. I kept pushing myself to maintain the same level of function, even though my condition continued to worsen. My handful of muscle relaxers, anti-inflammatories, Tylenol, and growing number of acid reflux medications became the norm and I didn't see any other way of dealing with it because I couldn't afford to slow down.<br />
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Our move to AZ last year was a much needed gut check. I wasn't working as a nurse, since we would only be there for 5-6 months, and I took some time to re-evaluate my health. When I had a Nurse Practitioner tell me I had to stop exercising, I was forced to put things into perspective. I had to slow down. My last 2 digits on my Left hand had been numb or tingling for over 2 years, and I was now using Lidocaine patches to deal with the worsening muscle spasms. I hadn't been able to pick up my children in over 2 years, I was dropping things, and the pain was becoming unbearable. For the last 4 years I've had my own cervical traction machine at home to help alleviate the pressure from the bulging, turned herniated, discs in my neck. Narcotics have never been an option for me because I had already decided if it got to that point, then medication was no longer helping. <br />
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Once we got to TX, I immediately went in to see my NP and ask for a referral for a neck surgeon. He listened and easily agreed that I had exhausted all other resources. My surgeon ordered a new MRI which revealed that my herniated discs had now ruptured. I was completely out of options. February 1st I had 2 discs removed from my neck, cadaver bone put in place, and C5-C7 fused with a plate and 6 screws. This required wearing a very sexy neck brace for 8 weeks, and fully embracing "we are Super Woman until we can't fly." (Sharon W.)<br />
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My amazing MIL came to take care of me and the boys since my Sexy Beast would be gone for my first 4 weeks post-op, and I had to embrace my limits. I kept trying to wean myself off the muscle relaxers and pain killers too early, and my Surgeon scolded me and told me that there is a reason it is a FOUR month recovery. Every time I went too far, my body was quick to tell me, and eventually I <br />
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After almost 10 weeks, I am finally without my neck brace, and starting to smile again. The pain is intermittent and I understand that recovery takes time, and I can't rush it!<br />
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I took the boys to Dallas to visit family for the weekend, and when I got home I was offended that my Sexy Beast didn't shower me with love and hugs and tell me how much he missed me. I now realize how I've been treating him. I haven't been affectionate or doting or even fun to be around, so WHY on Earth was I expecting him to treat me any differently than I had been treating him.<br />
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So, I am making a renewed effort to put forth the attitude and love that I want back. I want to be the neighbor that will help you look for your dog! I want to be the mom at the park that looks like she is fun to talk to! I want to be the person in the grocery store that SMILES at you and brightens your day.<br />
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I am hanging up my Mean Mug face and am determined to be the change I want to see! I want to apologize to my family and friends that have had to endure my poor attitude. I am eternally grateful you've stood by me because I wouldn't have gotten through it without you!Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-88920210182446845002016-01-11T09:43:00.000-06:002016-01-11T09:43:17.235-06:00For a Season or a Lifetime?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This weekend I had the pleasure of visiting with one of the amazing Army Wives I've met in my travels. We first became friends 5 years ago while our husbands attended the same school, and there was an instant connection. I was stationed 4 hours away, and she was stationed at the same post as this school. The boys were 6 months old and seeing her smiling face made the journey worth it. We've stayed in contact throughout this time apart and now I feel truly blessed that we are finally at the same duty station!<br />
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We made plans to have her family over for dinner, and Cooper started referring to it as "The Feast." This then evolved into a costume party for the kids, and even involving the boys in picking the menu. After a few hours of great conversation, and watching the kids run and play together, I walked them through the door and reveled in the amount of joy I felt. I was truly blessed to have such an amazing person in my life, and especially so close.<br />
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Moving to Texas also brought us within 3 hours of my mom and 2 sisters, as well as another friend just 3 hours in the opposite direction. Can I really be this lucky?<br />
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The military offers the unique opportunity to interact with more people than most families that live in the same town/state their entire lives. It is then that you form friendships and bonds that may be simply for a season or, if you're lucky, for a lifetime.<br />
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My friend and I had discussed how we've lost contact with some of the friends before being an Army Wife due to a lack of relatable issues. I agreed and remembered people I couldn't seem to life without during Nursing School, but then once we graduated the interaction seemed less vital to my survival. This isn't saying those relationships aren't as important (because I would not have survived without their help), but as we grow and change, so do our needs.<br />
I am so thankful for the friends I have made in my life because they:<br />
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<li>would sing along to my internal jukebox and bring a smile to my face</li>
<li>consume copious amounts of caffeine while studying into the wee hours of the morning</li>
<li>would watch me grow and support my decisions</li>
<li>wouldn't hesitate to drop a truth bomb when necessary</li>
<li>would assist me in conquering things I didn't know I was capable of</li>
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Whether you believe everything happens for a reason or not, I am grateful. It would've been hard to survive my crazy life if it without the innumerable people that I've been blessed to meet. Each and every person has made an impact, assisting me in the journey to become the best Mary I can be.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-34542724898284649182015-10-14T12:38:00.002-05:002015-10-14T12:40:15.524-05:00Quality time with Friends<br />
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This summer I had the wonderful opportunity to travel to San Diego to visit not only my Nursing mentor, but an amazing friend. It took a lot of coordination, and cooperation with visiting family, but I made the trek to California and had an amazing time. It was on this trip that I finally had a comprehension of my mom's importance of spending quality time with her friends that I didn't understand as a child. The people I'm lucky enough to call friends, are such an integral part of who I am, and I am thankful for the roles each one has played in my life.<br />
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We had such a good time being goofy, talking, and feeling like old times. I truly love my Peds ED family at Cape Fear, and miss them all horribly. Spending this time with LoLo brought back such good memories and I'm thankful we were able to make it happen!</div>
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As we prepare for our next adventure in Texas, I am overjoyed at the number of friends that are already there, and the ones that will be joining us soon. Although the Army is often on my Dead to Me list, it has afforded us many opportunities that we wouldn't have had with any other career.</div>
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This week the boys started Kindergarten, and they were so excited. We are fortunate to live less than a mile away from the school, so this is a great excuse to walk and get some exercise in. As the school came into view, Cooper said, "I'm about to get a little nervous." We reassured him that everything was going to be okay and as he saw the playground, all was well.<br />
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The morning routine for the school is to drop off the kids at the main playground, which has teachers/aids present. The Kindergarten classes all line up their back packs in their respective teachers lines, then when the bell rings their teacher meets them and walks them in lines to the classroom. <br />
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Most parents wait until the kids are out of sight and then leave, since the parents aren't supposed to walk them to their class. This has worked out fine until today.<br />
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I stood at the back of all the lines, and tried to keep my eye on both boys, in each of their lines (they are in separate classrooms). Once they started walking away from the playground, I put in my earbuds and started to find an exit (they lock all the chain link fences at different times so my exit is never same). I saw Carter's teacher and looked down the line and didn't see him. <br />
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I thought, "don't panic, I must have overlooked him." So, I continued to walk next to the line and also stopping to survey the line in search of him...but he wasn't there. I quickly walked to the front of the line and made eye contact with his teacher and said, "Carter isn't in line!" She said, "thanks for letting me know. The aid took some kids to the nurse's office, or he might just be in another classroom. I put out an all call." I tried to stay calm and walked to the nurse's office and found the aid and asked if Carter was with her. Her eyes got huge and she said no and immediately started making calls to try to find him. <br />
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It was the longest 30 seconds of my life. She came back and said they had found him and all was well.<br />
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I wanted to cry! There is so much chaos in the morning, and we all know how well 5 year olds follow directions. <br />
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I can't help but wonder how my parents were never worried. Is it that there is more danger now than almost 30 years ago, or are heinous acts more televised and accessible?<br />
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Needless to say, I did a very short run this morning because my nerves were shot. Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-9888652485459681182015-06-16T23:12:00.002-05:002015-06-16T23:12:43.901-05:00Why not?I had the pleasure of reconnecting with an amazing friend from High School today, and we both agreed that eventually we figured out that being "weird" was just fine. I accepted this more as an adult but some struggle with not fitting the mold for their entire lives. <br />
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The amazing profession of Nursing opened my eyes and helped me throw away a bias that I never knew existed, until I started caring for people outside of my normal circle. People come from all walks of life, having individual experiences that shape their views and their future. This has helped me show love and compassion to people, without bias, and I am grateful.<br />
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Tonight as my Sexy Beast and I were watching a military documentary, Cooper walks into the room and whispers, "can I tell you a secret?" Of course I have taught them that they ALWAYS tell mommy secrets, and he whispers, "can you put color on my feet right here (pointing to his toes)?"<br />
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I was a little shocked, but immediately tried to keep a straight face and asked, "you want me to paint your toenails?" He smiled and said yes. Quickly I started running through phrases in my head and searching for the write wording to encourage, educate, and validate him in his request. After all, he had been playing Lego Marvel Heroes on the Xbox with his brother for the last hour and I didn't know where the request was coming from.<br />
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I told him that if he wanted me to paint his toenails I was happy to do that. I also said, "just so you know, most girls like to paint their toenails, and most boys do not. Some people might tease you, but if you want them painted, I'm delighted to do that for you." He then said that he wouldn't show them to anyone, and immediately started asking me what colors I had, and decided on red for his Right foot and blue for his left. I looked at my Sexy Beast and asked if I handled that well, and he nodded in agreement.<br />
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After locating my polish I went to the living room to begin. As I started tearing paper towels to place between his toes, Carter said, "what are you doing?" I told him and he said, "only girls paint their toenails!" Cooper said, "we don't have to show anyone, and can keep socks on around other kids." Carter smiled and said, "I want black!"<br />
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Here is the final result, and they are both thrilled.<br />
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While I'm not campaigning for boys to wear skirts or girls to play in the mud, I want to let my boys know that their home is a place that they will always be loved and accepted. I want to instill a trust in us, as parents, and always feel comfortable telling us the truth and any secret they need to share.<br />
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There are a few things that I truly take pride in outside of being a mom & wife, and precepting is my pride and joy in the Nursing profession. I was able to log over 750 hrs in the last year precepting new graduates and new employees. My love to teaching others stems from a specifically awful experience when I was in Nursing School, and again as a new graduate.<br />
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I was in the middle of my 3rd semester and after almost a year and a half on the same unit, we had learned which Nurses would teach us and which to avoid like the plague. I had gathered my information about my patients the night before, and the next morning when I saw which floor nurse was assigned to my patients my heart sank. Not HER! Anyone but her! I was worried but quickly decided that I would be the BEST Nursing Student she had ever seen and things would be different. While at the Nurses Station another RN had noticed who I was assigned to and wanted me to relay a message. I jumped at the opportunity and went on a search for her. <br />
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Seeing her about 20' down the hall, I smiled and said, "Oh, did you" but was quickly cut off as she declared, "I just got here and I haven't even gotten report yet so I don't have time for our questions." <br />
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I stood flabbergasted with my mouth still open as she walked past me towards the Nurses Station.<br />
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Quickly, I found my fellow students and told them what happened. I was given words of encouragement and we all went back to our assigned patients. Later that morning, one of my friends came to tell me the nurse who I was assigned to had apologized to her. This Nurse couldn't even recognize who she had yelled at!<br />
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We heard many times that "Nurses eat their young," and this incident fueled my fire. I never wanted someone else to feel the way I did.<br />
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I continued to hold fast to my optimism and was excited to start my career in Pediatrics! My orientation on the floor consisted of an insane amount of reading and learning the flow of the department. Eventually I would be on night shift but initially was trained on day shift. Every time I encountered the Nurse I would be working with, I was either ignored or glared at. After two weeks it finally took a toll and I ended up sitting in my car, crying and wondering what I had done wrong. I always smiled, had a welcoming posture, and a positive attitude. I had been warned that many new RNs had been "run off" in Peds, and finally I decided I wasn't going anywhere. This is where I wanted to be and I had earned a right to try.<br />
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As my first shift on nights drew closer, I started giving myself little pep talks by restating that I was going to excel and was NOT going to be run off!<br />
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My first official night shift had me so worried that I was trying not to puke. We received report and as soon as the day shift RN left the unit, this Nurse lit into me. <br />
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She said, "New grads have no place being in pediatrics because you have NO experience and you are putting the whole unit at risk by being here!"<br />
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I smiled and said, "I understand that I have no experience, which is why I'm so excited to be here, and I hope to learn everything I can to become the best Nurse I can."<br />
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She had no retort but continued to have a less than favorable attitude towards me for quite awhile. Later, she even gave me the nickname "hateful heifer," which I'm still not sure if it was a joke or her true perception of me.<br />
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After almost 2 years we were moving, and I had the pleasure of orienting a nurse (who had worked there previously) to new changes and procedures. At the end, she told me how great I was at orienting and thanked me for welcoming her. That was the best compliment I had ever received and it gave me the confidence I needed while venturing into my next job in a Pediatric Emergency Department.<br />
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After 18 months at my new job, I was able to start precepting and it brought me so much joy. There is no better feeling then seeing others take the knowledge you have given them and watch them grow. I had the privilege of precepting many of the new staff in our unit, and especially the "baby nurses" (new graduates). I cherish all the hugs and thank yous, and credit it all to the staff that trained and welcomed me!<br />
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I truly hope "a change gone come" in the Nursing profession. Instead of "eating" our young, we will watch proudly as our baby birds soar and excel in a career that we hold so dear.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-80865284368517091042014-02-26T21:19:00.000-06:002014-02-26T21:19:26.260-06:00What a year!With Carter & Cooper's birthday just under two weeks away, I can't help but reflect on the transformation we've all taken in the last year.<br />
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Removing wheat, eggs, and diary from our diet continues to be challenging, but not impossible. The boys love rice milk, I'm back to my quick shopping trips (although I have to go to 3 different stores), and I've found great products that allow for the boys to feel less excluded when it comes to treats at daycare & birthday parties! My first few trips to the commissary, I literally spent 2 hours reading every ingredient list. Now, I shop along the outside and rarely go down the center aisles except for a few items.<br />
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I've also been on my own major transformation with a 60lb weight loss over the last 15 months. This was very apparent while searching for Ball gowns only to find that last year I was a size 18, and this year I'm a size 12! I still have a 20lbs left, but I promised my MIL that she would have a family picture by my birthday (June)...and I will keep that promise! I'm very thankful for the first time I lost weight (95lbs back in 2006) using the Biggest Loser Club online, because it was easy to fall right back into the habit of counting my calories. I also did the Dirty Girl Mud Run in Raleigh with two friends, the Diva Dash in DC with my homie V, and a 5K in October with some awesome people from work. I just have to keep reminding myself that I can't feed my feelings!<br />
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Although I didn't return to school last year, we've updated our goals for the next several years and have a game plan in place. I was VERY impressed with my skills as a nurse when it came to my re-certifications this time, and have spent the last 8 months being a preceptor for different new hires on our unit. Although there have been days where I've wanted to pull my hair out in frustration, it gives me an opportunity to re-evaluate each person's needs and find the best way to address them so they can succeed...which in turn makes us a better team. It has also solidified that I eventually want to teach Nursing School or be a clinical educator.<br />
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On a recent trip to Raleigh we took the boys to the Lego store and although they didn't care much about making their own Lego person, I thought it was awesome! Here she is, radio in hand anxiously chanting, <a href="http://way2cool2bcocky.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-first-i-wasnt-looking-forward-to.html" target="_blank">"over 18, over 18..."</a><br />
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I'm trying to stay positive (at work & home) and take it one day at a time.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-60334366889307488922013-11-25T14:45:00.000-06:002013-11-25T14:45:27.729-06:00Too good not to share!!I love a quality product so I had to share this great find with everyone! The hubby's super talented cousin, Emily, started an online business called <a href="http://www.teenydreamer.com/" target="_blank">Teeny Dreamer</a> that turns your child's favorite drawing into real life. This side of the family is well known for their artistic talents, but the real life versions of these children's drawings are amazing. <br />
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My pal V just ordered one for her daughter, and see for yourself!<br />
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I just wish the boys were old enough that I could get them one too...you better believe I'm keeping a CLOSE eye on their artwork from now on.<br />
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Please show Emily some love, check out the website, share her link on Facebook, or post a blog about your purchase.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-59580900557778995712013-08-28T08:52:00.000-05:002013-08-28T08:52:42.524-05:00I am a little Perplexed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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With the hubby off training, I am no longer subjected to sitting through recorded episodes of bizarre post-apocalypse shows on the SciFi channel. I've slowly started to find some new favorites (Duck Dynasty, where have you been all my life?!?) and "What Not to Wear" sparked my interest. <br />
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Who doesn't love shopping with a free gift card? It also got me thinking.<br />
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Is this show helping women understand what styles are best for their body type or forcing the current fashion trends on women who otherwise were happy?<br />
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While watching there is frequently one area of each woman's body that they are uncomfortable with, which drives most of their wardrobe to conceal it or accentuate another area. I enjoy watching the hosts give encouragement and attempt to increase each persons self esteem by telling them they are beautiful...but even more so AFTER the full makeover is complete. This almost makes me feel like telling the participants "there is a beautiful woman inside" is only validated after her clothes, hair, and make-up is to everyone else's standard of beauty. <br />
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I do understand that changing one's outside appearance can drastically affect one's mood and level of confidence. If so, more power to ya! I just continue to wonder if it sends the wrong message.<br />
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I fully admit that I have a biased point of view. <br />
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During High School, I attended Seminary (early morning scripture study) which started at 0600, Monday-Friday. This did two things: started my day off on the right path, and made for one seriously tired teenager. My mother didn't wear make-up, and my older sister was 5 years older and wasn't around to give me beauty tips. Armed with teenage hormones and all the joys of high school, I decided that EVERY second I could spare would be devoted to sleep. This meant going to bed with a wet head of hair, never wearing make-up and throwing on whatever pair of jeans/t-shirt combo was clean. <br />
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The part of my body I loathed in HS, due to rumors and hateful comments from jealous girls, is the part of my body that I finally embraced as an adult. Having a large rack gets attention, wanted or not, so I focused on concealment and baggy t-shirts for quite a few years. I finally embraced the girls after HS, and stopped being embarrassed that I was a girl.<br />
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Even though my clothing changed, I still don't wear make up. The only real exception was HS formals, my wedding day, and Military Balls. The older I get, the more freckles grace my cheeks and slowly taking over my face, but I LOVE them! They've taken over my nose & cheeks, and have started to spread upwards around my eyebrows. If I wore traditional make-up to "even out" my skin tone, it would cover my freckles, and I'm bad at applying eye make-up.<br />
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When I talk about make-up people often say, "but you don't HAVE to wear make-up." The reality is I don't WANT to, so I don't. Why do I need to conform my face so it is visibly appealing for someone else, when I am happy with how it looks now. When most people wear make-up everyday, it is extremely noticeable when they don't. I am not saying it's bad to wear make-up, just that it isn't bad to be all natural either.<br />
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It took many years (almost 25) for me to be comfortable with my body, and who I was as a person. So, if two people walked up to me and said I dress poorly and look like a homeless person, I'd have to force myself to refrain from punching them in the throat. There is aspects of my body that I hate (saddlebags should ONLY be on a horse), but I am happy with who I am as a person regardless of what I wear or if I'm wearing make-up.<br />
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I've come to the conclusion that there are good aspects to the show. When these woman gain self-confidence and embrace themselves as beautiful, everybody wins. That being said, if they go back to wearing tie-dyed t-shirts and camo pants and are happy, then let your freak flag fly girl!Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-8047013688804127092013-08-05T11:01:00.002-05:002020-08-14T09:30:35.691-05:00The FIRST I wasn't looking forward to<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The sound is undeniable. As I hear the distinctive chime on my radio, I stop, turn the volume up and begin to softly whisper, "over 18, over 18, over 18."<br />
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More people start to fill the room, roles are assigned and we all take our place. <br />
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I've been a nurse for 4 years and up until that day, I had never done chest compressions. I'd helped bag, done charting, given meds, do procedures, and assist, just never compressions. It isn't something that I was afraid of, the role was just always assigned to someone else. <br />
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Someone in the hallway calls out, "CPR in progress" as I hear the ambulance bay doors open. I immediately grab the stool and have it ready.<br />
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The EMS personnel stayed to help with compressions, switching out every 2 minutes or whenever someone got tired. It was WAY more tiring than I ever could have imagined. Towards the end, the RN assigned to medication offered to switch roles to give me a break. I was out of breath and I could feel the sweat dripping down my face.<br />
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A parent was brought in, and as they called out their child's name I could feel my eyes welling up with tears. I was so focused up until that point, and as I turned away I found comfort in seeing almost every person in the room struggling with the same thing. I said I silent prayer for The Lord to PLEASE help me not break down in front of the family...that would be saved for the drive home. All efforts continued with a time frame set. Then it was called.<br />
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Later, I took an opportunity to hug the parent and tell them that we loved them. <br />
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I spent the rest of the day trying to focus on the task at hand. I re-entered my assigned rooms, apologized about the wait, and continued on for rest of the shift. I saved the tears for the drive home, and anytime I am alone and think of the children that left this world too soon.<br />
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I keep thinking back to a specific moment in High School. My mom worked nights, and as I went into the dining room one morning, I saw her crying. When I asked what was wrong, she said one of her patients had passed away that night. I felt bad that she was sad, but I didn't truly understand...until now.<br />
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I truly love being a Nurse. I am also grateful that eventually I realized my mom was right, and following in her footsteps was the right choice. I work with such an amazing group of talented people who are self motivated and will not hesitate to help out whenever needed. <br />
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Even though my career is challenging, physically/mentally/emotionally, it is rewarding. I try to stay focused on the patients & families that make me smile, and my work family that keeps me coming back. When faced with tragedies, I think about how blessed I am to Love what I do.</div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-71048386704686390732013-07-12T17:49:00.000-05:002013-07-12T17:49:30.934-05:00It's the END OF THE WORLD...or I've lost my taste in fashionFor several months I've been on the look out for some new tops. I always seem to pick the same colors and very plain t-shirts and I am trying hard to NOT look frumpy.<br />
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Earlier this week when I had some time to kill I went to a few stores and couldn't bring myself to try on a single item. The only tops I liked were solids and mostly either black or white. I don't know about most of you but I don't look good in hot pink/orange/yellow/lime, turquoise/orange combo or these grandma floral prints that I swear came from curtains in a nursing home. I thought we were over the 80/90's look of stone washed jeans, lace/sheer combo, and putting spikes/studs on clothing. Also, I know there are other curvy ladies out there who don't appreciate the horizontal stripes. <br />
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The final insult was today, at Forever 21, where the hubby found this:<br />
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I'm prepping for the <a href="http://way2cool2bcocky.blogspot.com/2013/03/training-starts-now.html" target="_blank">Apocalypse</a>, are you?Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-3506016094726624812013-07-02T09:50:00.000-05:002013-07-02T09:52:50.244-05:00Wait...what was I doing?I love <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/" target="_blank">Goodreads</a>. It is a great place to find new books that your friends have liked and find reviews from real people. It also mocks me. It seems I get a daily email update with new reviews from my friends who can actually finish a book. <br />
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I have a Kindle, <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">which I stole from the hubby after it went almost a year without being used</span></i>, that is great for series and cheaper for new releases. That being said, there are some authors that you have to get the hardback because understanding the format for footnotes on the Kindle might as well be Arabic.<br />
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I am in the middle of several books right now, and with all the time I spend NOT at work lately, I started to really get frustrated as to why I can't seem to finish any of them.<br />
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Each morning after I finally fall back to sleep, from my complimentary kiss goodbye from Sexy Beast, my days seem to play out the same way...<br />
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Waking up to a smiling face two inches away and/or Cooper crying because Carter looked at him wrong. <br />
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Bargaining with the promise of Caillou or Little Einsteins if someone will get a scoop of food for Koa while I cleverly hide Benadryl & Phenobarbital in hot dogs pieces. <br />
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Corralling Carter off the kitchen counter as he puts his inhaler on the spacer, then the meltdown because he doesn't have the hand strength to pump it.<br />
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Explaining who's turn it is for everything.<br />
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Pulling Cooper off the shelving in the pantry as he is inches away from the coveted fruit snacks on the top shelf.<br />
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Doing laundry & dishes left in the sink from the night before because I decided "it can wait."<br />
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Holding back Koa with one foot as I try to answer the door for my FedEx package...which as soon as I remove the contents a fight ensues over who's plane/rocket ship it is.<br />
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Carter insisting on sitting on my lap because I took a second to sit and blog, with Cooper crying because he wants to play with the iPad, and Koa scratching at my leg & grumbling due to lack of attention.<br />
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Explaining, over crying/screaming, that TV time is over and there is a mountain of toys & books in the playroom...which no longer "spooky" or has monsters because Koa & Mommy scared them all away.<br />
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Wrestling an apple out of Koa's mouth that Carter decided he no longer wanted it.<br />
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Telling Cooper that "hiccups" do not warrant a visit to the Doctor.<br />
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Standing up to give the look, and watching Carter instantly stop & hand the toy back.<br />
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Applying the 18th Star Wars Angry Birds band-aid to the invisible wound on various extremities.<br />
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Koa is also a great tattle tale and will come find me and cry if the boys are doing something they shouldn't. I am <b><span style="font-size: large;">SUPER</span></b> grateful that Cooper is now potty trained, and I have not had to buy diapers/wipes in over a month!! Here's hoping that one day I won't have to reread several chapters to remember what was going on in a book...I'm thinking 15 years :o)Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-17402557091207539722013-04-25T12:06:00.000-05:002013-04-25T12:06:12.681-05:00I think I'm being punishedI've always boasted about my Sexy Beast being the chef in our house (also housekeeper, handyman, gardener, and walking work of art, but who's counting). It's not that I don't know how, I just hate it. I LOVE baking and making pretty things but standing over a stove and trying to coordinate everything finishing at the same time always ends up in a failed attempt for me. I'm more a boxed dinner kind of girl...which is why I think I'm being punished.<br />
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Last month Cart-baby was hospitalized due to dehydration from a nasty stomach bug, and the chronic diarrhea for almost 3 months. When I got his blood work back I was not prepared. He is allergic to egg whites, wheat, and cow's milk. SERIOUSLY?!<br />
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We have since cleaned out our pantry and done some serious shopping at Trader Joe's, Whole Foods, & The Apple Crate. I've found some great recipes, discovered the boys will drink rice milk and eat goat cheese. My mom got us a ton of great Paleo (pretty much the diet we've all had to switch to) books and cookbooks<br />
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Now I have to provide all their meals at daycare which really cuts into my sitting down being lazy time. My 25 minute shopping trips to the Commissary have turned into 3 hr excursions in 3 different cities to get everything I need, only after reading EVERY ingredient label. <br />
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Even though I am doing something I hate, the boys finally have a great appetite. We're still waiting on Cooper's results, but since we switched their diet last month, his GI issues have disappeared as well.<br />
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We even were able to take a trip to Tennessee using our timeshare for the indoor waterpark. Having a full kitchen made everything so much easier!! We made all our food & the boys had a blast. Cooper still talks about the tunnels we went through on the drive and said we needed to go back to TN so we could see the tunnels again. We also stopped by Ripley's Aquarium on our way out and the boys loved it!<br />
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No matter how many times I get frustrated with the Army, I have to remind myself that it has been a blessing in my life. Being separated from a husband is not something most women would ask for, but it has helped me gain a self-reliance and situational awareness that I didn't think possible.<br />
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In the absence of our soldiers, time after time, I see Army Wives band together in joy, frustration, service, and sometimes sorrow. This sisterhood lasts long beyond the end of deployments and carries with them as they PCS to the next duty station.<br />
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It can be witnessed on a large scale in fundraisers, support groups, or on TV. That being said, it is the small acts of service that mean the most and set an example to those around you.<br />
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<b><i>Someone showing up unannounced with dinner.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Late night phone calls to vent, cry, or talk about your day.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>A smile from a stranger when it's your first FRG meeting.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Mowing a lawn.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Going shopping for a new Ball gown or homecoming outfit.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Giving a ride to a doctors appointment.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Sending a card just because.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Watching a sick child because they can't miss one more day of work.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Volunteering a spouse as a shuttle to/from the airport.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Sharing the number of your favorite babysitter.</i></b><br />
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I am EXTREMELY lucky that I have had the pleasure of meeting so many amazing women that I never feel lost, and know I can pick up the phone and talk to someone that knows exactly what I'm going through. No matter how many months have passed since the last conversation, it's easy to pick up right where you left off. They never turn down a plea for help and always look for ways to aid those in need.<br />
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I love my fellow Army Wives & all the women I've met in my travels. These ladies never cease to inspire me and give me hope even in the darkest of hours.<br />
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This all was inspired due to some nagging thoughts of failure about how many Army Wife friends I've made since moving here. I quickly realized that a number is just a number, but the quality of friends is what has helped me survive! <br />
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I have also felt immense support and teamwork in the Nursing field, and specifically where I'm currently employed. We sink or swim together, and if one person is swamped it is because we all are. People care if someone has a sick child/spouse, or having trouble outside of work. They are willing to switch shifts or cover for another for doctor appointments, school functions, or special occasions. <br />
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I am doing my best to recognize how rich my life is and enjoy the blessings I have!Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-83601062579727934112013-03-11T04:31:00.000-05:002013-03-11T04:31:32.660-05:00Training starts nowToday my twinkies are turning 3! Cooper is talking non-stop and there doesn't seem to be a puzzle or gate that can stump Carter.<br />
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Since they are getting older, we decided it was time to introduce one of the most important lessons they will ever learn. How to be part of a team. So, with the Zombie Apocalypse forever looming, training must start now.<br />
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What kind of team would we be without T-shirts?<br />
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We hope that once the hubby retires, we will be able to live in an area that we will have enough room for more hands on training. For now, they'll just have to wear these AWESOME shirts from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/gorillatactical" target="_blank">this Etsy shop</a>! The owner was super patient and generous with her time while we finalized exactly what I wanted.<br />
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Happy Birthday boys!!!Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-72772973141910117272013-03-05T07:32:00.001-06:002013-03-05T09:08:58.172-06:00I NEED HELP!!!Those of you that are familiar with the military are well versed in the term "mandatory fun." This can be used for unit events that force the soldier to be present, and by guilt, the spouse as well. <br />
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The Brigade Ball is in 22 days and the panic starting to build. With the AMAZING help of a fellow Army Wife & Nurse, Lora, I was able to find a dress that made me feel pretty, and I already have a black jacket that will work well with it. Here is the bead work at the top:<br />
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The boys attended their first party this weekend at Monkey Joes (inflatable bounce houses/slides). Cooper played with all the kids and had a blast. Carter started it off with a bang...in his diaper...and all over his pants...all before we even walked in. He then preceded to refuse to play with anyone and threw tantrum after tantrum. I'm just glad the hubby was around to help!!<br />
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Can I just tell you how awkward it was around the other parents from daycare! Since I drop the boys off at 0555 & pick them up at 1930, I never see any of the other parents in their classroom. Some of the parents recognized the boys while other said they've never seen them before. I thought I might have something to talk to people about, since at least one of the parents works at the hospital, but no. Maybe I just don't know how to interact with people in a social setting. We'll save that for another post.<br />
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Do I have a small "party" with the few adult friends I have or invite some of the kids from daycare & co-workers kids to a party at the house with food & other activities.<br />
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I'm still debating on whether or not to make the cake or just order one. The boys are really into Spider-Man right now, so it would be easy to order cakes....but I kind of enjoy making the cake. After seeing how awful Carter was this weekend, I can say that a destination party is out! If I did have one, I would have it at the house.<br />
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Am I putting too much thought into this?Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-37477882131328878162012-12-28T08:29:00.001-06:002012-12-28T09:03:42.686-06:00The past few monthsI'm seriously slacking on blogging, and after my <a href="http://way2cool2bcocky.blogspot.com/2012/10/cruisin-with-my-homies.html">last post about my cruise</a> (in October) the rest of the year has flown by way too fast!!<br />
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November flew by and we made a major change. After having the most amazing nanny, Erica, with us for a year, the boys made the change to daycare. They cried for the first 4 days, and now only occasionally. <br />
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In December we experienced a great Christmas program where Cooper danced, sang and had the time of his life...and Carter stood in the front, maintained a disgusted look on his face, and refused to move for all 4 songs. It was great.<br />
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We are enjoying our Christmas break, doing little excursions and Eric is working on his Capstone Exam. I was most excited that Santa brought me 12 gauge Mossberg 500 for Christmas. We went to the range yesterday so I could get comfortable with it, and I was very impressed with the result.<br />
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It has been a relaxing week with the hubby & the kids and we look forward to what the next year brings!Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-47468977979861376612012-10-31T15:09:00.000-05:002012-10-31T15:09:55.982-05:00Cruisin' with my HomiesEarly this spring, soon after Eric finally joined us here in NC, I decided to go on a cruise with a girl from work. Charleston, SC is a short drive away and the prices were considerably lower in the fall. We ended up planning on the same cruise as a few other girls from work, and the planning began. We organized sitters, planned our adventure and anxiously awaited our 5 day adventure.<br />
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October couldn't have come soon enough, and we planned, sent numerous messages & texts, had impromptu meetings and finally set off. We all piled in the hubby's truck and headed for South Carolina. Parking was quite the ordeal at the Charleston port, but soon enough we were had our bags in our rooms and headed to the Lido deck to relax and let the vacation begin.<br />
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I spent most of the time in my floppy hat, sunglasses & cover-up while drinking ice water and catching up on some recent purchases on the kindle. It was GREAT! The food left a little to be desired, it was really hit and miss, but by the second day I knew what I liked and looked forward to not being on anyone's schedule but my own. <br />
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Our first stop was in Nassau where my roomie was nice enough to wander with me through the Straw Market as every vendor was peddling the same thing and trying to squeeze every dollar they could. Due to copyright laws in the US, fake designer handbags are against the law...but <i>supposedly</i> a person could find a vendor to take that person to a hidden area above a real store where <i>supposedly</i> there is a wide selection of great knock-offs. <b>Supposedly</b>. And supposedly the entrance to this fictional location was scary enough that SOMEONE was almost abandoned as they walked up the stairs naively. I hear everyone survived and came back unscathed.<br />
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That night was one of the girl's birthdays and we had decided on dressing up to an 80's theme. I was at a loss but with A LOT of help I decided on Punky Brewster. My roomie, Lisa, was Run DMC (equipped with a boombox), and we also had Richard Simmons, Cindy Lauper, & Jane Fonda.<br />
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I had such an amazing trip with amazing women!!! I truly suggest a girls cruise to every woman! But, next time I want the hubby to come :o)Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-3878279611762804712012-09-12T15:32:00.000-05:002012-09-12T15:32:27.492-05:00When I grow up......oh yeah, I am already there. <br />
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Although there is no specific age declaring you are fully grown, I'm starting to realize that I should really have all my ducks in a row by now.<br />
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I am now in my 30's, married with kids, have a job I love and we are always planning for potential possibilities in the future. <br />
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With all of that you would think I would feel "grown up," but it wasn't until a Dr appointment last week that it all really sunk in. <br />
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I have had chronic back and neck pain since I was 15. FIFTEEN years of pain, physical therapy, chiropractic care, massages, pain killers, and muscle relaxers all without any substantial long term improvement. Six years ago, when I was at my most healthy weight, I was told I had bulging discs at the base of my neck and did six months of cervical traction that wasn't helping, then I started getting massages on a regular basis that gave more pain relief and made my migraines more infrequent. I've continued my own routine of monthly massages with occasional muscle relaxers until this summer when I knew something else had to be wrong. The 2 bulging discs are now both herniated.<br />
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My NP was baffled that I had not been in a car accident or some other traumatic event to have caused this, and why I wasn't asking for pain meds.<br />
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So, I guess I am finally a grown up, with knees that predict storms and a neck/back that gives me good and bad days.<br />
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All that being said, my game plan is not going to change. I've always had the goal of getting into Nursing Education after having 10 years experience, and this is my kick start back to school! I'm going to continue to work where I am at because I am happy there and have learned more in the last year than I ever thought possible.<br />
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What experience made you realize you were a "grown up?"Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-30546129518459069982012-09-07T09:17:00.000-05:002012-09-07T09:17:16.768-05:00Just another Girls Night OutOne of the most important things every military wife has is friends. They are there to share moments of sadness, frustration, but also joy. Spending numerous months away from your spouse just plain sucks sometimes, especially for holidays and birthdays. Lora and I took a weekend getaway back in June to Charleston, SC where we both decided to force our husbands to retire there and share a row house together in downtown. So, when it came time for her birthday, I knew it needed to be fun. Since the hubby and I had so much fun at <a href="http://www.zipquest.com/">Zip Quest</a>, I figured it would be the perfect thing for Lora and I to do!<br />
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It was 2.5 hrs in the treetops with amazing zips and great conversation. We actually had one of the same guides, Amanda, both times and so far everyone has a great sense of humor and making sure you have a great time is their job.<br />
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So, if you want to come visit Fayetteville, NC be sure to check them out AND hit up Pierro's on Hay Street, you won't be disappointed!Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-67596998516318555282012-07-17T11:21:00.000-05:002012-07-17T11:21:41.978-05:00Reviews, reviews, and reviewsWhen I find something that makes me happy, I love to pass it on and share the joy!<div>
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Last month I had the joy of reading a great book by <a href="http://bethannestrasser.blogspot.com/">Bethanne Strasser</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/For-Love-or-Duty-ebook/dp/B0089QAFIE/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1339848636&sr=1-1&keywords=for+love+or+duty">"For Love or Duty."</a> I was first attracted to her blog, as she is a fellow Army Wife, and then was intrigued that she was also a writer. I purchased the Kindle version of her book and was thoroughly pleased with the read. I am not a fan of traditional romance novels because of all the sex. I just don't want to read OR see it. Bethanne did a tremendous job portraying the two main characters passion for one another without making me blush. It made my heart smile! It was sweet and kept me rooting for a romance to blossom while each character faced their fears. I recommend this to not only my fellow Army Wives, but to anyone looking for a great, clean, read!</div>
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I have a confession. While everyone is OBSESSED with Pinterest, I'm addicted to Etsy! I love one of the kind things, and love supporting small business. I recently purchased <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/77341060/sweet-pearl-peas-in-a-pod-necklace-2-3">a necklace</a> that is fast becoming my favorite accessory. I have wanted a necklace like this ever since I found out I was having twins, but it makes a perfect mommy necklace with the option of up to 4 pearls. From the day I purchased this necklace, to it arriving at my house was less than a week. It was even in a pretty white box with blue ribbon! Also, if you are an etsy fan too, find me so I can see some of your favorite things!</div>
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Last, the hubby and I went to <a href="http://www.zipquest.com/">Zip Quest</a> here in Fayetteville to celebrate our 11 year anniversary this month. I've heard people at work talk about wanting to go, and I thought it was a perfect thing for the hubby and I. We did the fancy dinner last year, so flying through the tree tops seemed like the best idea! When we arrived at 1630 it was 103 degrees outside and the hubby was already sweating. We got rigged up and after properly demonstrating that we knew how to slow down, stop, and able to pull ourselves a short distance, we headed out. It was SO much fun, and our guides, Ryan & Amanda, were fantastic. If you are ever coming to the area, Zip Quest is a must. It would also make a great girls, or guys, night out.</div>
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Sorry I don't have any great pix or my own, but PLEASE check out the links, you won't be disappointed!</div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-42002471533224772792012-07-04T01:00:00.000-05:002012-07-04T01:00:07.770-05:00Happy 4th of July!!!I hope everyone is enjoying this wonderful holiday that celebrates the founding of this nation of freedom. I want to give a big birthday wish to my Sexy Beast!!!<br />
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The 82nd Airborne Choir is an LGOP (little group of paratroopers) here at Bragg that recently performed at my brother's residency graduation. His amazing wife was able to record two of the songs they performed, and today is the perfect day to share them with you.<br />
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So, grab some kleenex, and God Bless the USA!<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MOkZEm5Pl1c" width="420"></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hWCEYOPnqxo" width="420"></iframe>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-86727092160248306662012-07-01T18:10:00.003-05:002012-07-01T18:10:52.694-05:00It's that time of year again, PCS season!After almost eleven years of being an Army wife, I am truly ready to move after three to four years in the same place. As I have said before, we have been exceptionally lucky when it comes to duty stations. Eighteen months after our wedding, we boarded a plane and spent the next three years on the glorious island of O'ahu. Three years later we headed to the swamps of Northwest Florida where we spent almost six years. Then, the boys and I headed to North Carolina last year. I have made all kinds of friends in our journey, and am thankful for every one of them.<br />
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One of the main reasons that lead to our decision for moving to NC while the hubby went to school, was that my brother was stationed there. Most people have the opportunity to grow up with family close by, but I never have. And until this last year, I didn't know what I was missing.<br />
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We found a house that was only 3 miles away, and I secured a job and a nanny. Although my Sexy Beast was away, there was always the comfort of knowing I had family close by. I had someone to spend holidays, birthdays, and lonely days with...until this weekend.<br />
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I have been fortunate enough to attend my brother's High School, College, and Medical School graduations, and finally, his Residency Graduation. It was a gorgeous day and I would have enjoyed it more if I wasn't already mourning their impending departure.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Gonna miss you guys!!!</b></span></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672757638257064450.post-12258211140792168052012-06-28T12:26:00.000-05:002012-06-28T12:26:03.373-05:00It's just a number, right?Yesterday marked a big event in my life...I left my 20's behind and boldly embraced being 30! Well, I let it sneak up behind me and saw no feasible way of holding it off any longer. I woke up bright and early at 0430 and slowly got ready for work. I had originally had the day off, but needed to switch shifts for something more important on Friday. <br />
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I have truly been dreading my birthday. Birthdays had a way of disappointing me. There were two disasterous surprise parties in my teenage years, but nothing compares to being stood up on your sweet 16. I realize now I had unrealistic expectations, and it was my own fault for expecting the world to stop turning so everyone would have the opportunity to recognize how amazing it was that I had aged yet one more year.<br />
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I had a nice steady day at work with people I LOVE. I have worked in quite a few different places in my life, and I can honestly say that I look forward to going to work. I've learned more, and certified more, in the last year than I ever thought was possible. One of the things I love about the medical field is that it is forever evolving. New procedures, medicines, and practices are discovered constantly, and the best part is that I never know what I will encounter. I have both laughed and cried at work, but nothing beats having a patient or family member thank you for simply doing your job. My favorite yesterday was when I asked a new mother if she had any other questions or concerns after I gave her discharge instructions, and she asked if she could have my phone number. I laughed and assured her she was doing great and to keep an open communication with her pediatrician.<br />
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The highlight of my day was when my Sexy Beast surprised me with lunch from Panera Bread and my favorite strawberry cake, AND he was able to eat with me. Love that guy!<br />
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He also held off getting promoted until today so I could be there. Yesterday starts out a 10 day celebration together as we celebrate both our birthdays and anniversary. <br />
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I am a very lucky person, and am grateful for the knowledge and experience I have gained in the last 30 years, and I look forward to many many more!<br />
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<a href="http://youtu.be/7m1rTU8sqpA">My Next Thirty Years</a>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940692121210503441noreply@blogger.com4