Sunday, September 18, 2011

Things to think about

I found these sweet stories that I loved and wanted to share.  Theres three of them:

Abbey the Dog:

Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.  She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.  I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:

Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.

I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.

A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.  I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’

Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.

Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog.

Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.

I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.


Belker the Dog:

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.”
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me.  I’d never heard a more comforting explanation.  He said, “People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life – like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?”
The six-year-old continued, “Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”

The Violinist:
Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.

4 minutes later:

The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

6 minutes:

A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

10 minutes:

A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children.. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly..

45 minutes:

The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

1 hour:

He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.

The questions raised:

*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
*Do we stop to appreciate it?
*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made.

How many other things are we missing?

Thursday, September 15, 2011

In Unrelated News...

   In unrelated news, Rob and I went to Vegas this weekend.  He had an orientation with the Vegas Metro Police! All I had to do was drop him off at some ungodly hour in the morning, but he was put through the Physical Fitness ringer!  I guess the Metro Academy there is one of the toughest in the country, so they want to make sure recruits know what they're getting into before they proceed with the hiring process.  If you cant get through that first PT during orientation, you're automatically out!  Luckily Rob is in great shape and had no problem.  Apparently around 1900 people sent in applications for the 30 positions that are going to be opened in the Academy.  Of those, only 600 and some change actually signed up for the first orientation.  So far over 100 have not passed the orientation.  Of the 55 that were scheduled in Robs particular orientation, only 26 showed up.  If that's the general trend here, I am REALLY liking these odds here.
    While Vegas is not my favorite place in the world, it would be a tremendous blessing for us if Rob could get the job.  We could start our family without a huge worry about the finances (though I know that is an inescapable worry til the day we die =)), and Rob would work so hard to do a great job and be the best that he can be.  That man tries so hard, bless him!
   While we were there, in our down time, we got tickets to see David Copperfield.  While the man does seem to be a little bit arrogant, his show was genuinly entertaining.  He pulled off some illusions that you could pretty much guess how it was done, and some illusions that were just baffling!  And to give the guy credit (or the guy that writes his stuff?) , he was pretty dang funny!
    In other unrelated news, my next doctor appointment is on the 30th!  So excited to see what the doctor says is our next step!  Hopefully all these hormonal imbalances wont be a setback, and this last packet of birthcontrol can really be my last!  only 2 more weeks of active pills and 1 week of the placebos!  Cross your fingers we get the Clomid prescription and that it is successful!  On that note, does anyone have any experience with Clomid?  How does it make you feel?  any side effects?

Personalized Day planner

So I love that Pin on Pinterest that says "Thank you Pinterest for making me feel creative even though all I've done is spent the last 3 hours on the computer" or something to that nature... But in all reality, it is inspiring me to be a little creative!  I decided to personalize this dayplanner I had.  I bought it cause I loved the colors and designs of the pages inside, but I was slightly dissapointed by the plain black cover.  So after seeing all the craftyness on Pinterest with mod podge and scrappy paper, I decided I was going to personalize my planner!  I took pictures to show how, but please excuse how terrible the pictures are!

We'll go from this:

to this:

It was super easy and only took me a couple of hours (including drying time)!  All you need is:

  • Plain day planner
  • Some sort of graphic you want for the front
  • Scrapbook paper (if I could do it over, I'd choose a thin paper.  Loved my vintage choice though)
  • Scissors
  • Mod Podge
  • Spongy applicators
  • Scrap Newspaper to lay everything on
1) The first thing I did was chose four or five different scrapbook papers, cut them into random shapes, and then arranged them around the border of the planner, making sure you have about an inch or two hanging over the edges.  Once I knew what order to place them in, and made sure that when my graphic was placed over this, there would be no original front page showing, I Mod Podged the cover (not the paper) and then pressed the paper onto it. (Of course if some paper is going to overlap, place the glue on the first paper and press the second layer down)

2) Once dry, open the cover page and glue/Mod Podge the overlapping paper down

(At this point in the drying, it would be handy to have clothespins to keep it firm against the cover.  I, however did not, and was forced to seek alternative methods)...

3) Once dry, I secured the edges with some duck tape, and then Mod Podged a sheet of cute scrabook paper on top of that to hide everything!

(dont worry, I had company through the periods of letting the glue dry!)

4) Finally, Mad Podge your graphic down to the front, and then paint a layer of the Mod Podge over everything!  Make sure you apply it in the same direction with every stroke.  It will give uniformity and texture to the front, plus will seal the edges of the graphic so it doesn't lift up over time.  I added a cute little "Love" embellishment, I think it would look just as cute with little buttons, ribbon, or pinwheel flowers.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Another doctor follow up

Arg.  Another example of why I changed Dr's.

Today I had a follow up for my last hospital visit a month ago.  I had to see my old Dr. instead of my new one cause he was the first available.  I know, right?  Appearantly they are pretty busy over there.  Good thing it wasn't all that important.  Anyway, I went in today.  I was the first appointment of the day.  I still had to wait 30 minutes before the Dr came in!!!  How do you figure???  Then he finally comes in and just starts talking at me.
 *Backstory- Last month I went to the urgent care cause I was bleeding heavily.  Like, extremely heavily, and it wouldnt stop.  They sent me to the emergency room cause they wanted to do an ultrasound, but didnt have the tech there that day.  I went to the emergency room where they did a pregnancy test first, it was negative, so they said there was no need for an ultrasound.  It was just a hormone imbalance.  Cue meds, and a few days later the bleeding stopped.  Follow up recommended within 2 days*
So the Dr. starts talking at me.  Telling me that I was bleeding due to hormone imbalances.  (YA, I KNEW THAT).  That the birth control coming on the tail of  the ectopic surgery just sent me into a tail spin and its nothing to be concerned about.  (I FIGURED THAT WHEN THEY SENT ME HOME instead of admitting me).  That we can up my dose of B.C. and that should help stabilize my hormones over the next 3 months.  ("But we want to get pregnant.  We are only taking the B.C. temporarily to suppress my hormones and allow healing time.")  Oh, yes, yes, thats right.  Well, you can stop the B.C. now then, resume your Metformin, and start trying again. (Riiiiight.  Smile and nod, continue with the last month of birth control and then discuss the next step with my CURRENT Dr. who is not a big fan of metformin *I know its helped many people get pregnant, I'm not knockin the drug*)

Seriously, I don't even know why I had to go in.  They didnt take blood, do any tests, or anything.  He just talked at me and made decisions for me like he's my current DR.  According to my current DR, whom I have an appointment with on the 30th of this month, we have one more cycle of B.C. then he wants to start us on Clomid.  He doesnt want me to go back on Metformin unless clomid is unsuccessful and if I want to try that again.  Appearantly it did work for me, its just the stinkin' embryo didnt make it all the way to the finish line.  I'm open to other methods now.