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June 23, 2005

A Little Exhausted

Well, M has been gone for almost a full week, and I'm here with the kids, who get out of school this week, while still, I have one more week of classes.

So, I've been trying to keep them entertained while reading, writing, and cleaning. Don't get me wrong; they help me clean too, but there are some things that I just have to take care of myself.

I so need M's help. I guess that after my last classes next week, I'll have somewhat of a break, but not really. Anyhow, got to get T off to school. Today is her last day too. I'm just glad the she will be going a full day and not for a half day.

June 21, 2005

Replacing the In Sink Erator

Well, yesterday started off strange.

After breakfast, I dumped food in the disposal as I normally would. And the disposal stopped. I thought it was the disposal's run-of-the-mill way of saying, "Please force a broom down my throat, so I can eat again." Well, it completely stopped. I reset the button, screwed it with the wrenchette, removed it from the sink, put it back, unplugged it, plugged it, cleard the residue of food left over from it's last run, and repeated the process, but I couldn't get it to eat.

So, this morning after I dropped T at school, I drove over to Home Depot. As I walked to the isle of kitchen sink contraptions, I tried to look like a handywoman, confident and sure of myself. I located the erators, and carefully read the descriptions and prices, looking for one that was within my budget.

I noticed that neither of the erators had a power supply plug (for the outlet under my sink). Now I was confused because the one at home had one. And when I looked on the internet, I saw a few that seemed to have an attached plug.

At first, I thought I'd wait until M comes home, so he can fix it. But then I'd have to wait too long. So I selected a 1/2 power erator, and placed it in the cart. (Didn't really know whether this choice was good or bad. I thought to myself, "Hopefully, I'm making the right decision.")

As I walked away, I looked back and saw several power supply cords hanging on the wall. I took one, believing that the directions would not be poorly written. That I would be able to read the directions and install the damned thing myself.

Got home, followed the directions for both the plug and the erator. Woohoo, I installed the contraption!!! It's working, and I'm happy! Oh, And yes, it's grounded.

June 16, 2005

That Reminds Me...Back to the Doctors

Well, as I was gearing up to come to Syracuse, making sure that I had my immunization record complete and up to date. I ran into something that struck me as odd.

I needed a copy of my immunizations from birth up through say age twenty. This was necessary because my primary physician, who was at the time in IL, did not have this information on file. I guess this was my fault, but I hadn't needed an immunization record since I had been an incoming freshman (undergraduate). And even at that time, my mother had taken care to send the information to the school I had attended.

Since I've seen my childhood physician, who used to practice in LA (now he's too old, probably dead), I've gotten married, had three children, had several jobs, and I've obtained a Master's degree (without needing a record of immunizations). That's been over a period of about twenty years.

Anyhow, as I gathered the paper work, I called my old doctor's office in LA:

Office person: Good afternoon, Dr. X and X's office. How can I help you?
Me: Hi, I used to be a patient of Dr. X, and I know that Dr. X has taken over his patient records. My last name was Thompson. Is it possible to get a copy of my medical records? I'm particularly interested in getting a copy of my immunizations.
Office person: Well, we should have that on file. What was your name?
Okay. Please hold.

. . .

Office person: Dr. X says that Dr. X's patient files are archived in a database that's no longer in this office. Can we call you back after we've gone to storage to retrieve your files?
Me: Sure, that's not a problem. You may reach me at 630....

. . . (2 days later)

Office person: Hello, Mrs. Jefferson.
Me: This is she.
Office person: Dr. X says that your records are no longer available.
Me: What's wrong? You told me two days ago that you needed to retrieve the records from the database.
Office person: Well, your files were deleted from the system.
Me: What! Well, why didn't you tell me that when I called. You mean to tell me you have no record? I have no medical history? You destroyed the files! There must be some mistake.
Office person: Well, Mrs. Jefferson. There's nothing more we can do on this end…

Now, what do you make of that? I felt utterly invisible. I immediately thought--poor slavery records (not kept, destroyed); same with medical records (not kept; destroyed). I thought, with technology being what it is today, they really could have archived those records. What the hell! is wrong with people. They really don't care about the well-being of other folk.

I hope that all doctor's offices don't practice erasure of medical records. I hope that somehow they've caught up with technology and archived, if nothing else, the immunizations.

To make this long story even shorter, I called the university where I received my undergraduate degree, and they had a copy of my immunizations on file. They faxed them to me. I was relieved and amazed at the same time.

Well, It's not Tonsillitis

My left tonsil seems to have a knack for insulting my ear and voice. I hate it! And when it becomes inflamed after I've eaten nuts, rice, oatmeal, popcorn, rice cakes, and any other granular food, it lives. Yes, it lives. It has its own personality too.

Today not only is my left tonsil moody, but he's irritating my ear, my sinus, and the left side of my tongue. If I'm not careful, there goes my voice. I know. I know. Go to the doctor, right? Nope. No can do. They only want to shove antibiotics down my throat, which don't help. It's only a band-aid for what's really ailing me. If only they'd wise up and remove them, especially that left one.

You'd think that my primary physician would really read my "historical" patient records and locate this information. I've been dealing with this since age 14. And every time I complain or ask for surgery, my physician either says that I'm too old or that the insurance company needs me to complain more so that they will have a record of illnessess. So, complaining to a doctor is out of the question. Besides, do you realize how much that would cost me? The money for a doctor's visit certainly adds up.

Guess I'll have to do the usual peroxide, needle, chant, Benadryl, bed. Oh, I feel the Benadry starting to work already.

June 10, 2005

Image as a South Park Princess

Picked up this cool link. Where you can create your own South Park image.

Here's the image I created:

The only negative thing is that you have to copy and paste the image from the South Park site.

Squirrels and the 5 Year Old

This morning I managed to prepare T her favorite breakfast: Pancakes. Once I sat the plate in front of her, she insisted that I cut them up and pour lots of syrup. BTW, T's favorite syrup is maple. Anywho, she was positioned in front of the window, where if you were to look out, you'd see nothing but the neighbor's house and a few trees. It's not the most beautiful site to view.

But when T looked up from her plate, her eyes expanded, her mouth flew open, and she said, "Mama, look at those squirrels! There are so many! And they're jumping from tree to tree to that house over there!" So I stood, leaned over the side of the table and completely opened the blinds. "Now," I said. "We can watch them play." She sat there, ate pancakes, and watched the squirrels. For her, it was like watching a nature show on television. For me, it was nice seeing the excitement of watching squirrels play through the eyes of my 5 year old.

Blogging it

"Mama, are you going to blog that?"

June 07, 2005

Remarkable 5th Grade Musicianship

M-jr. asked us sometime in late-April to purchase a trumpet, which was, I thought, another one of those "spend your money on me gimicks." Although we are at the rent a trumpet stage, and not the fools full purchase stage, this turned out to be a good investment.

Tonight the Jamesville-DeWitt Middle School band performed at the high school. M-jr. was amongst the band. I was one proud mom. He had worked so hard to get a seat in the band, and after just a few weeks of practice to hear him play with the entire band was a bit overwhelming.

As I sat there, my heart raced; yet, I intentionally sat waiting to hear a screech or a wrong note. None of that. I found myself wanting to listen to more of this remarkable musicianship. When the trumpet section stood--to play a memorized piece of one of the selections--I wanted to stand and shout, but I didn't. Like other moms and dads alike, I kept my cool.

Seeing and listening to that 5th grade band made me think of my own band playing, while in high school. After seeing M-jr in the hallway--fresh haircut, long sleeve white button-down, red tie, black pants & shoes--I hugged him as if to stop his breathing and said to him several times, "I'm so proud of you!" To see that smile of personal best and personal accomplishment on his face was priceless; something I'll never forget.

So, whenever I'm done shouting at him, and being totally pissed off about something stupid he said/did or about something he didn't think through, he's always off to play his horn (as loud as he can). I guess my fostering has been useful and helpful for him.

At any rate, I'm still proud to be his mom.

Aleshia's Little Instruction Book

  • Pay your bills, even if that means paying them in increments.

  • Take time to enjoy your family, everyday!

  • Get to know your child's teacher(s). Attention to the teacher, helps your child in the long run.

  • Call your parents, at least once a week, to let them know that you love them and haven't forgotten about them, even though your life is spasmodic.

  • It doesn't hurt to call your siblings every now and then either.

  • Sometimes you have to live with the mistakes you make. Just don't repeat them!

  • When you're wrong, admit it, especially if there is another person involved. Tell them that you were wrong, and live with it. Not with the guilt.

  • Learn to use at least two software programs really well.

  • Read something that turns you on!

  • Sometimes it's okay to tell a white lie (whatever that is) as long as you don't truly offend anyone.

  • Drink more, stay happy.

  • Don't get frustrated when it feels like things are closing in. Just keep your chin up and keep smiling. No one will ever know.

  • As you move through life, try and find a person whom you can confide in. It's better than fried toast!

  • Everytime you find loose change, put it in a box, jar, or whatever you have. Make a promise to yourself to spend it only when you really need it.

  • Don't let anyone force you to do something that makes you uncomfortable. When you start to do it, you'll feel out-of-place and you'll be anti-social.

  • If you have overpronate feet, purchase only the best shoes for your feet; other wise, you'll regret not doing so, when you are older (and all fatted out).

  • Learn about financial investments, and then invest in something. With the flip-flopping econonmy and loss of pensions, you may not have a "fixed" income when you retire.

  • Plant a garden and try living off your land for a while.

  • It's better to have at least two children instead of one, if that is possible for you. Single children can be a pain in the ass; and so are spoiled brats.

  • Remember your birthday, anniversary, or a special moment you shared with your best friend, and treasure that event.

  • Get out and do something for yourself, at least once a week.

  • Everyday you wake up gives you another chance to live just a bit differently, to see life just a bit differently, and to gain just a bit more knowledge.
  • June 01, 2005

    I'm a Pie

    Never thought I had it in me. This was a quiz I stumbled on, but it didn't list my favorite color, so I'm somewhat disappointed.


    find your inner PIE @ stvlive.com