Wordless Wednesday – The Season is Changing

The season is changing.  It’s crisp and cool outside, beautiful and refreshing.  But I’m not going to lie – I’m mourning summer’s end.  Today, I’m really wishing I was back here:

Dragon Cay, Middle Caicos

Dragon Cay, Middle Caicos

On the plus side, I bought a rockin’ pair of jeans yesterday for very cheap and I’m enjoying wearing those today.  But I’d rather be in my bathing suit with crystal blue waters lapping around my ankles. 

But that’s just me…

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A birthday wish

There are certain moments in my life that I would love to live all over again. Several childhood days stand out as good enough to relive – most of college I would relive – not a ton of high school though!

One of those memories that I would love to walk just one more time is the night, eight years ago, when my brother and I walked the “streets” of the city walk in Orlando, smoking cigars and just talking. It was the first time the two of us really talked as adults. He was preparing to embark upon a mighty adventure in the Navy; I was a newlywed and living independently.  We weren’t kids anymore. 

It was the first time I recognized my brother as an adult. It was the first time that I realized how cool he was (he wasn’t just my goober-y little brother anymore). It was the first time I really realized that he and I had a lot in common. We had drifted apart during the years I was away at college, and in that late night stroll, a lot of healing took place in our relationship.

We talked about dreams, hopes, goals – all over cheap cigars. And isn’t that how life is figured out – over a pack of cheap tobacco?

I would do that night again. That was a good night.

Happy Birthday, Brett. I love you and miss you. Hope your 28th year sees your dreams become a reality.

You can read more about my “little” brother here.

Blink

I’m not sure how it happened, but it seems that I blinked my eyes and this baby grew up…

Sloan Alexander Stuart

Sloan Alexander Stuart

Blink...

Blink...He's 1

Blink...He's 2

Blink...He's 2

Blink...He's 3

Blink...He's 3

Blink...He's 4

Blink...He's 4

Blink...He's 5

Blink...He's 5

Blink...He's 6 and he's in Kindegarten!
Blink…He’s 6 and he’s in Kindergarten!

I never thought I’d get emotional sending Sloan off to school.  In fact, I haven’t been at all emotional about it…until yesterday when I sat in the cafeteria of his school and it all hit me.  Even though he’s only going a half day (which I’m so thankful for), it’s still a big step in life.  I’m now the mom of an elementary school student.  I am getting information on the PTO. How the flip did I get here?

Sloan had a blast at school.  When asked what his favorite part of the day was, he replied, “Everything.”  He thought riding the school bus was “rockin’ awesome,” and “super loved” gym. 

So there it is.  I blinked and my baby grew up.  And I spent the entire morning blinking hard against the tears that kept pricking my eyes.  Especially after the big yellow bus drove away with my boy inside it’s belly.

Summer '09 143

Blink…blink,blink,blink,blink,sniffle,blink,blink…

The Campout

On Friday, Lee bought a tent.  For some time now, we’ve talked about wanting to campout with the kids.  I have great memories growing up of camping with my family and I wanted to create similar memories for my children.

So, with a little help from some very excited kiddos, Lee pitched a tent in our backyard.  We figured that was the best place to try a first campout in case we needed to bail in the night.  But we did not need to worry!  The kids did fantastic.  They had a ball.  We ate S’mores, put a movie on the garage, let them play until well into the darkness with the neighbor girl, then hosed them off and tucked them into their sleeping bags. 

They fell asleep around 10:30 and slept all night!  I was very proud of them.  Lee, of course, slept in the tent with them.  I did not…

Not because I didn’t want to, ahem, but I wasn’t comfortable with Landon asleep in the house by himself and we don’t own a monitor anymore so I worried he might wake up.  I can’t say I was overly diappointed, though, when Lee stumbled in the house Saturday morning with a sore back and circles under his eyes.

It went so well that this Friday, weather permitting, we’ll do it again.  Only this time we have scheduled Sloan’s very first sleepover so he and two friends will sleep in the tent.  Because we’re gluttons for punishment, I guess.  Lee will sleep with them, of course – only this time, I think he’s using an air mattress!

Enjoy…

Daddy pitching the tent.

Daddy pitching the tent.

So excited...

So excited...

It's up!

It's up!

Much fun was had by all

Much fun was had by all

S'Mores

S'Mores

Tia thoroughly enjoyed hers. Who's surprised?

Tia thoroughly enjoyed hers. Who's surprised?

Time for bed

Time for bed

Landon and Mommy slept well in the house...

Landon and Mommy slept well in the house...

Pancake breakfast in the tent

Pancake breakfast in the tent

It was a fun way to “end” our summer vacation. Today is school orientation and tomorrow is the first day. Stay tuned for a weepy mom post sometime tomorrow. I know…you can hardly wait.

Not Here – Just There

My kids spent the night at my parents’ house last night.  Which means I slept in this morning.  Until 8:00-please, try not to be jealous…

After taking a long, leisurely shower where I actually shaved without nicking my leg because I was trying to rush, and running a few errands (including getting my driver’s license renewed because it expired more than two months ago – awesome…) I am now home, kids are in their beds (or bedrooms) and I’m tired.  Even though I slept in, I’m tired.  So I’m going to go lay on the couch, because – well, did I mention I’m tired?

So no real post from me today.  But I did post over at the St. Louis Bloggers Guild this morning, so you’re welcome to jump over there and read to your heart’s content.  Then go lay down on the couch and study the back of your eyelids, like I’m going to do. 

Enjoy!

Those Little Pink Bags

It was tax-free weekend here. Which means the masses were out, ignoring the weak economy and indulging in some good old fashioned retail therapy. Even Lee got into the groove and so we packed up our adorable brood Saturday morning and headed out to buy a few things we needed and a bunch of stuff we didn’t.

After filling little stomachs at Bob Evans (where Sloan specifically requested chocolate chip pancakes, which they didn’t have on the menu so they grabbed a bag of M & M’s from the store and tossed those in and even gave him a smiley face in whipped cream – that, folks, is how you keep your customers coming back!), we headed to the Promised Land.

That’s right – we went to Target. Because Target makes me happy. It’s like a drug; a beautiful, glorious good-deal drug. Forget that other mega store (the one that rhymes with Smallcart) – Target is the place that brings sweet joy to my soul…

After stocking up on Sloan’s school supplies (12 glue sticks??? Really? Why again? Do they eat it? (thanks Melissa for the great line:) ), we decided to brave the mall for some new school clothes. Us and the whole of West County.

But you see, we were smart because we hit the stores as soon as they opened. And we spent all of our money as fast as we possibly could. Which is pretty fast when the first two stores you go to are Old Navy and White House Black Market.   Oh yeah, and when you don’t have any money to begin with – that helps too…(And yes, I took advantage of the no tax weekend for myself as well and I got the rockin’ red shoes at the top of this page – aren’t they awesome?)

After all the retail loveliness, Lee and the kids went to unwind in the vortex of automated rides meant to suck the life out of anyone over the age of twelve and I headed to the store with the hidden Secret.  Because I was in need of some unmentionables…because I tend to buy those about as often as I buy a new car…which is about as much information as I’m sure any of you are going to want…

I’ll confess, shopping for underwear is not my favorite thing.  I find it horribly intrusive to have sales people hanging around me as I purchase my intimates, asking me whether I prefer a thong or full coverage, lace or cotton and would I like this specially made bra? It’s on sale for only 30 dollars!

And can we talk about the prices?  I can buy a kickin’ pair of shoes for as much as two undergarments (or one in some cases). Really?  Reeeaaallly?

So it was with a bit of reluctance that I entered the store Saturday.  And I made my plan to find what I wanted and get out of there in record time.  It’s not that I’m not seduced by all the pretty, girliness of the store – I just feel a little weird about everyone knowing what I’m buying.  Especially since it is apparently a stipulation for hire that you must be just out of puberty and as bubbly, if not more so, than the Starbucks baristas.  Maybe they all train at the same school.

So imagine my surprise/horror when I was approached by a DUDE the other day, asking me if I needed help finding anything.  If I hadn’t been trying so hard not to make eye contact with him, I would have studied him more closely to try and figure out what this guy was doing selling underwear in the store with a Secret and OMG no I don’t need your help AND CAN WE PLEASE SAY UNDERWEAR INSTEAD OF PANTIES! GAH!

Then there was the woman who dragged her poor son in the store.  Bless his heart – he was around 12 and his face was all shades of red as his mom dug through the stacks of silky underwear.  He looked like he would gladly crawl through the floor and die a thousand horrible deaths simply by being amidst all the negligee. 

 Then I remembered the one time I brought Sloan in the store about a year and a half ago and caught him oohing and aahing as he stroked the leg of one of the manniquins and I giggled.  But then the DUDE approached me again to tell me about the sales, and I got all uncomfortable and jumpy again and JUST WANTED OUT OF THE STORE WITH THE SECRET!

So I quickly went about my business, found what I needed, checked out with the DUDE (DUDE!) and left the store with the Secret.  And as I walked through the mall, I felt conspicuous with my little pink bag swinging by my side.  It’s as if everyone knew my secret.  Only I don’t know my secret. 

All I know is that I really, really hate underwear shopping.

The Health Care Debate

For those of you who read my blog regularly, you know that I rarely dive into politics.  There are two reasons I avoid political posts:

1.) I’m not the most articulate when it comes to expounding upon my political beliefs.  I know how I feel and I believe in my convictions, but I don’t always articulate them well.

2.) This blog was not and is not a forum for me to talk about politics.  It’s a forum for me to talk about my family and about motherhood.  Sometimes, however, politics and motherhood intersect.

Yesterday, Obama’s proposed health care plan hit a little closer to home for our family.  A report came out calling into question the effectiveness of a common medical procedure used to treat those with osteoporosis and compression fractures.  This procedure is called Vertebroplasty and it is the main product that my husband sells.

So yesterday was a stressful day for Lee, to say the least.

The study was apparently conducted in America and in Australia.  Using a group of patients who were all candidates for Vertebroplasty (a procedure in which doctors inject bone cement into the spine to relieve pain from compression), some of the group received the Vertebroplasty injection and the others received a placebo.

According to the study, those who received the placebo had the same measure of pain relief as those who received the cement.  This, they say, reveals that the Vertebroplasty procedure is ineffective and unnecessary.

There are some major flaws in this study, however, and many of those are being revealed today.  First, using the group in America, only 131 patients were willing to even take part in this study.  Out of 1800 people eiligible for Vertebroplasty, only 131 were willing to take their chances on the study.

Second, 6 months after the procedures, the patients, who were still unaware of whether or not they were given the placebo or the Vertebroplasty, were given the opportunity to have the opposite procedure done if they still experienced back pain.  Of the placebo group, 40% opted to have the procedure redone.  Of the Vertebroplasty group only 11% opted to have the procedure redone.

This fits perfectly with Vertebroplasty statistics, which say that the Vertebroplasty procedure has roughly an 89% effectiveness rate.

Finally, as stated in this rebuttal of the study, 131 people is a very small control group.  Even those conducting the study admitted that they had hoped for a group of at least 250.  The fact that so few people were willing to even take their chances on such a study is telling.  Also, not all the facts on the results of the study were given in the report (surprise, surprise):

Per the above cited rebuttal: Pain is often measured on a 0 to 10 scale, with higher numbers indicating greater pain. The studies demonstrate that patients who received the vertebroplasty procedure had reductions in pain of 2.3 and 3.0 points in the two studies, compared to reductions of 1.7 and 2.6 for the facet injection procedure.

So one must ask the question – were the findings of the study really accurate?  Vertebroplasty has helped countless individuals who suffered from severe and chronic back pain.  To say that the mere injection of a placebo, which as the article points out, was not really a placebo but rather a facet injection – a different but still effective treatment (which did not have the same lasting results), is all it took to make these patients feel better is to call all those who experienced relief from Vertebroplasty liars.

What disturbed me most about the Katie Couric piece, however, was this quote regarding the potential to cut medical costs:

These results point to the kind of savings President Obama has said can be achieved, when there are well-designed studies on whether expensive treatments really work.

President Obama’s proposed health care plan has many dangerous facets.  One of them being that the government would get to decide what kind of procedure someone should or shouldn’t receive based on studies that are not accurate or complete.

The government has no business taking control in such an arrogant and presupposing manner.  President Obama is taking our country in a direction that I find frightening and disturbing.  I don’t want the government taking over the private sector.  I don’t want them dictating how I receive medical care, or how my children receive medical care.  It’s dangerous, it’s socialist (and I do not use that term lightly, I guarantee you) and it’s not what many, many Americans want – not just me.

I have a very high and deep respect for the office of President.  Therefore, I try hard to not speak ill of the man who was elected leader.  Though I did not vote for him, I believe that he was placed in his position not by the American people, but by God Himself.  That does not mean, however, that I will silently watch him take my country in a place that I find disturbing.

My respect for the quality of leadership that President Obama is exhibiting, however, is waning fast.  I am proud of the many, many Americans who are standing up for what is right through grassroots movements like the Tea Party movement. I have desired to participate in the St. Louis tea parties, but have not wanted to expose my kids to that so I’ve stayed home.

(It’s not that I don’t want my kids exposed to partiotism, but I want to teach them to respect the office of President as well and find it difficult to do that at a protest rally.  It’s just my personal opinion.)

I urge those of you who are participating in the tea party protests to continue to lift up the desires and concerns of the American people.  Political office is not about exerting power.  It’s not about getting your way or laughing in the face of the constituents.  It’s about listening to the desires of those you lead and in wisdom and humility being willing to take their concerns into consideration and truly do what’s best for the whole of your country.

I know President Obama will never read my blog – but if he did, I would urge and implore him to open his eyes to the conerns of America.  Do not placate us with political rhetoric.  Don’t talk down to us as though we are selfish children in need of reprimanding.  We love our country and all we want is for our leaders to listen to us.

I also urge those who are protesting to do so respectfully and civilly.  Angry riots and aggression will not accomplish our goals.  We cannot stoop to that which they are trying to push us – namely fighting , yelling, screaming and rioting.  We must show them that a civilized America respects one another.

Obviously this Vertebroplasty study hits me a little differently than it would most people.  But it is one more example, in my opinion, of how the government is losing sight of what’s in the best interest of the people.

And that, my friends, is the end of my soap box.  I shall not climb up again, at least for a little while.

Have you seen me?

If I believed in karma, I’d say we were getting a good dose of it. 

If I believed in fate, I’d say she was out to get us. 

But I don’t believe in those things.  I do, however, believe that our dog sensed the fact that we were thinking about finding her a new home.  And I think she took matters into her own hands paws.

Sadie ran away yesterday.  She’s run off before, but never for very long.  Usually she stays pretty close to home and comes back quickly.  But when she wasn’t home after a couple of hours yesterday, I knew something was up.  I’ve called the Police Department and animal control.  I even drove almost all the way to Illinois this morning to the shelter to see if she had been brought in.  But so far, no one has seen her.

This is not how I wanted it to end with Sadie.  I wanted to find her a good, loving home where she would be taken care of and loved better than we were able to love her.  And, oh my, the tears from my kids today have broken my heart.  Sloan just brought me this drawing that he made for Sadie.

In case you can't read it, it says, I Love You Saedie. Love, Sloan.

In case you can't read it, it says, I Love You Saedie. Love, Sloan.

So I am now going to print out some flyers to hang around the surrounding neighborhoods and see if anyone has her.  We’ll see.  Perhaps getting rid of her will be easier this way, but it sure seems like a sad way to lose our sweet dog.  I didn’t want this for her.  She really is a good little dog.  If you live in Ballwin and see her, let me know!

Sweet Sadie

Sweet Sadie

Girl’s Nite

Don’t you hate it when people misspell a word just because they think it amkes the event sound more catchy?  I mean, really, what’s the purpose of spelling night, NITE?

Anyway, moving on…I had the privilege of joining my lovely neighbors for a girl’s NIGHT out last night.  I had been looking forward to this for a while and the evening did not dissapoint.

We began our evening at The Old Spagetti Factory in the valley.  I haven’t been there in years, and I’ve never been to the new one.  I forgot how good their food is.  And coupled with pleasant conversation made for a fabulous dinner.

Following our dinner, we headed to the mall where we saw Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.

Let me tell you what I thought of the latest installment of the Harry Potter franchise.  Pull up a chair, grab a Cup of Joe – let’s have a chat.

So far I’ve been slightly disappointed in the Harry Potter movies.  Up until last night, that is.  I realize that the books are long and the storylines are complex so to make all of the movies true to the books would mean they would each be 5 hours long.  Which isn’t realistic.

However, in the first five movies, I felt like such an emphasis was put on the special effects (which were fantastic for sure) that a lot of the dialogue was missing.  In my opinion, if you’ve never read the books, they movies would seem very confusing.  The movies make the assumption that everyone’s read the books first, so they cut out key elements of the books.  (For example, little explanation was given on the prophecy concerning Harry and this was a key element I felt was missing in movie 5 – I could list a lot more examples, but I won’t bore you.

You are welcome.)

Did you like how I ended that paranthetical pause in a completely different paragraph?  My college professional writing professor would have had a small heart attack over that one.

Last night’s movie, however, I felt was the best so far – until the end when they seemed to run out of time and steam.  It followed the book pretty accurately, had great effects, and actually gave us a better insight into the characters of Harry, Ron and Hermione, which we haven’t really seen so far.

In short, I really liked it.  It was funny, sweet, exciting and well done. Alan Rickman as Snape is superb, in all of the films, really, but particularly in this one.  The the kids playing the title characters have just gotten better and cuter with age.  It was just a really good movie.

Okay, I need to sign off.  We’re headed to meet some friends this morning and I am still in my pajamas.  I have roughly 20 minutes to change, fix mine and the kids’ hair, pack a lunch and get out the door.

I think we’re going to be late…

Mini S’Mores Cheesecakes

Mmmmm…mouthwatering.

We’re having friends over tonight for dinner.  It will be simple – grilled chicken, salad, bread – maybe grilled vegetables – I haven’t decided yet.  But the delight will come at dessert. 

*UPDATE- So our friends had something come up and had to cancel so I’m not going to make these tonight – but I will find an occasion sometime this week to make these!  Oh yes, I certainly will…

This recipe comes from Tea Time Magazine.  I will add it to my tea recipes page (as well as some other recipes that I’ve been meaning to add).

Mini S’Mores Cheescakes
2 1/4 c graham cracker crumbs
1/2 c plus 2 T sugar, divided
1/2 c butter, melted
1 egg white, lightly beaten
1 1/2 (8 oz.) packages cream cheese, softened
1/4 c unsweetened cocoa powder
2 large eggs
1 t vanille extract
1 (1-oz) square bittersweet baking chocolate, melted
24 jumbo marshmellows

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees
2. In a small bowl, combine the graham cracker crumbs and 1/4 cup sugar. Add the melted butter and egg white, and stir to combine. Press the crumb mixture into bottoms and halfway up sides of 2 (12 well) mini cheesecake pans. Bake for 3 minutes; set aside.
3. Increase oven temperature to 375.
4. In a medium bowl and using an electric mixer at medium speed, beat the cream cheese until smooth. Gradually beat in the remaining sugar and cocoa powder until mixture is smooth. Add the eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Stir in the vanilla extract and melted chocolate, and mix until combined.
5. Divide the cream cheese mixture evenly among the prepared crumb crusts, filling 2/3 full. Bake for 6 – 8 minutes or until puffed and set. Remove from oven and let cool on a wire rack for approximately 20 minutes.
6. Freeze for 1 hour. Just before serving, preheat broiler. Place 1 marshmellow on top of each cheesecake, and broil for 1-2 minutes, or until lightly browned. Carefully remove cheesecakes from pan, and serve immediately.

It sounds lick your lips good! I’ll try to take pictures later of the finished product.  Now I need to go because my house just got eerily quiet, which almost always means someone’s up to no good.  I’m off!