I love you both. I miss you both. I know moving and life sometimes sucks (J). I know that meetings and bugs sometimes suck (G). But today has been really, really hard. Atleast, starting at 11:50. I just have one question after these photos.....
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Dear Julie,
Sorry you had to be in the room as the doctor did a pelvic exam. Thanks for laughing about it with me. You are a great nanny and a better friend. Thanks too for your dog that was so nice to pet while the doctor was so mean. Pushing near surgery sites is just rude.
It was nice of the doctor to come to the house....but even nicer that you would hang out so I couldn't sue for odd behavior.
Do you think it was odd that we talked about speculums infront of him?
Well...regardless, glad that part of our day is over.
Love,
Rachel
It was nice of the doctor to come to the house....but even nicer that you would hang out so I couldn't sue for odd behavior.
Do you think it was odd that we talked about speculums infront of him?
Well...regardless, glad that part of our day is over.
Love,
Rachel
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Dear Sharky,
I am babysitting your family,
and you are outside barking at god-knows-what.
I like your curly Puggle tail and soft ears,
but for the love of all things holy,
STOP BARKING.
Love,
Julie.
and you are outside barking at god-knows-what.
I like your curly Puggle tail and soft ears,
but for the love of all things holy,
STOP BARKING.
Love,
Julie.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Dear today,
suck it.....
SUCK IT!!!
I'm excited to see Harry Potter 6 though.
but still, you can suck it.
ready for tomorrow.
Love,
Julie
SUCK IT!!!
I'm excited to see Harry Potter 6 though.
but still, you can suck it.
ready for tomorrow.
Love,
Julie
Monday, July 13, 2009
Dear children,
Dear my 4 children,
I love you. I miss out on a lot. I could do better. But my eyes work. And my ears work. I love to listen to you play outside. I can tell what you are doing. It makes me so happy to see you work and play together. I love the giggles from little Mark as he plays on the swingset. I can just picture his chubby thighs running. I love that the big kids swing and swing and swing. Looks like we might need to pour some more cement to ancher it!
I know you are growing faster than I'm getting better, but I love you. Pain changes how I show you I love you, but pain doesn't change my heart.
Love,
Rachel
I love you. I miss out on a lot. I could do better. But my eyes work. And my ears work. I love to listen to you play outside. I can tell what you are doing. It makes me so happy to see you work and play together. I love the giggles from little Mark as he plays on the swingset. I can just picture his chubby thighs running. I love that the big kids swing and swing and swing. Looks like we might need to pour some more cement to ancher it!
I know you are growing faster than I'm getting better, but I love you. Pain changes how I show you I love you, but pain doesn't change my heart.
Love,
Rachel
Friday, July 10, 2009
Dear Cake wrecks
Dear Cakewrecks,
We love you. You make us smile, laugh and cringe (but in a good way)
Like this classic cake, for the procreating nerd
And i'm glad I'm past wedding cakes, but this is a warning to Julie. Find a great baker!
Love,
Rachel
We love you. You make us smile, laugh and cringe (but in a good way)
Like this classic cake, for the procreating nerd
And i'm glad I'm past wedding cakes, but this is a warning to Julie. Find a great baker!
Love,
Rachel
Dear Newest Pain Management Doctor,
Dear Doctor,
I hate you. You made me cry for hours yesterday. I thought the worst part about the day would be filling out the paperwork. Detailing my pain, analyzing it for the paper is like setting each pain on fire. Then I had to repeat it all for a nurse to put into a computer. Then I had to tell you again.
Then you described just how I feel.
Sitting by the side of the road in a broken car, while I watch the highway of life pass me by
(YES! Oh, I love you Doctor!)
The pain like a constant drip, drip of water. It's Constancy enough to carve out marble. And now I'm just a hollow marble shell of a person, left empty because the pain has continued, unending, for so long.
(YES YES! I LOVE YOU DOCTOR!)
I didn't want my tomb stone to stay "Died at 30, Buried at 90". If I waited for the pain to be gone to live my life, I would die waiting.
!?!?! WHAT !?!?!
Then you told me that the pain would never go away. If I chose, you could help me 49%. But I would have to give 51%. I would have to slowly get back to life, set a plan and follow it NO MATTER WHAT PAIN I'M IN. If I kept at it, you said I could push pain to the back of my head. All of this would be done without medicine. No more patches. No more nerve pills. No more narcotics. Except...except one thing I refused to try. 2 long acting meds (given just for a short time, to get me going on the program, then taken away for me to live life without them) 2 meds...one that I've tried and was so sick for the 12 hour duration. The other that is so full of negative stories, people who never get off it. Methadone.
Really doctor? REALLY? I'm stuck with this pain for the rest of my life, so live my life with the pain, and a short "training wheel" time with Methadone?
Doctor, I hate you.
I am not that strong. I can't do this without my pills and patches to get me thru the worst hours and days. No more laying around to control the pain??? WTF??? I live laying down so that I can have a life. I am not that strong. There has to be another way, another answer. I'm too young. Can't you do something more to reduce the pain?
I've cried so much, it hurts. Suck it doctor.
Love,
Rachel
I hate you. You made me cry for hours yesterday. I thought the worst part about the day would be filling out the paperwork. Detailing my pain, analyzing it for the paper is like setting each pain on fire. Then I had to repeat it all for a nurse to put into a computer. Then I had to tell you again.
Then you described just how I feel.
Sitting by the side of the road in a broken car, while I watch the highway of life pass me by
(YES! Oh, I love you Doctor!)
The pain like a constant drip, drip of water. It's Constancy enough to carve out marble. And now I'm just a hollow marble shell of a person, left empty because the pain has continued, unending, for so long.
(YES YES! I LOVE YOU DOCTOR!)
I didn't want my tomb stone to stay "Died at 30, Buried at 90". If I waited for the pain to be gone to live my life, I would die waiting.
!?!?! WHAT !?!?!
Then you told me that the pain would never go away. If I chose, you could help me 49%. But I would have to give 51%. I would have to slowly get back to life, set a plan and follow it NO MATTER WHAT PAIN I'M IN. If I kept at it, you said I could push pain to the back of my head. All of this would be done without medicine. No more patches. No more nerve pills. No more narcotics. Except...except one thing I refused to try. 2 long acting meds (given just for a short time, to get me going on the program, then taken away for me to live life without them) 2 meds...one that I've tried and was so sick for the 12 hour duration. The other that is so full of negative stories, people who never get off it. Methadone.
Really doctor? REALLY? I'm stuck with this pain for the rest of my life, so live my life with the pain, and a short "training wheel" time with Methadone?
Doctor, I hate you.
I am not that strong. I can't do this without my pills and patches to get me thru the worst hours and days. No more laying around to control the pain??? WTF??? I live laying down so that I can have a life. I am not that strong. There has to be another way, another answer. I'm too young. Can't you do something more to reduce the pain?
I've cried so much, it hurts. Suck it doctor.
Love,
Rachel
Dear Cousin Morgan
Dear Morgan,
We love you. You are the first follower. That makes us feel cool. Thanks for following us. Kiss cute little Peter for us. Yes, he's getting bigger. Compared to walking Mark, he's still a little baby. We LOVE babies.
Love,
Rachel
We love you. You are the first follower. That makes us feel cool. Thanks for following us. Kiss cute little Peter for us. Yes, he's getting bigger. Compared to walking Mark, he's still a little baby. We LOVE babies.
Love,
Rachel
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Dear today,
you are moving too fast!
it is already 5!
I need to make dinner...pronto...
dumb jet-lag or whatever you call it....
tomorrow will be better.
I guess the coffee doesn't help.
oh well :P
Love,
Julie
it is already 5!
I need to make dinner...pronto...
dumb jet-lag or whatever you call it....
tomorrow will be better.
I guess the coffee doesn't help.
oh well :P
Love,
Julie
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Welcome Home Dear Julie!
Dear Julie,
We missed you every hour. REALLY! We are so excited, we want your first day to be nicer than normal. So the kids cleaned their rooms
(hi Julie!You can guess how bad this room looked before they cleaned up)
We tidied the living room (AKA, put all the books back on the shelf)
((Mark is the blur. Man, is he faster and bigger. He had a growth spurt, and over night he was even heavy to me)
(Alex can't wait to have you be here! zoom in, see the big smiles!)
I've even pulled out some breakfast to celebrate.
Hmmm...butery croissants...do you eat butter now? I don't want to be the first to tempt you with it if you've been eating clean vegan on the trip.
So, Dear Julie, we love you enough to clean the house at the end of a very long week, and keep the kids up from bed to do it. While I edited, had the laptop shut down, pluged the lap top in, the started this up....the kids got ready for bed. They are in bed, but I can still hear them.
Which means another late morning. I bet we'll just be getting out of bed to great you!
All this is just our way of saying: WE LOVE YOU, WE NEED YOU STILL!!!
Love,
Rachel
Love
Mark
Love,
Alex
Love,
Katelyn
Love,
Emily
Love,
Grant
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
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