Menu Plan Monday

Oh no! Monday is over and I'm already behind! The laundry is piled up, the dishwasher is full, the refrigerator needs to be cleaned out... and I don't want to do any of it.

My menu really fell apart at the end of last week. Friday I took the girls out to a movie and stopped at the store on the way home for a junk food feast instead of cooking pizza. Saturday we were busy all day and ended up just grabbing McDonalds on the way home. Sunday Taylor fell down the stairs and split her chin open. It took five hours to get her stitched up and the poor girl just wanted mashed potatoes for dinner.. so that's what I cooked. Hopefully this week will be better although we aren't off to a great start. Dinner tonight was at the Japanese steakhouse.

Tomorrow I'd better get back to cooking.

Our CSA share for this week contained:

4 ears sweet corn
1# Roma beans
1½# German Butterball potatoes
1# summer squash
1# slicing tomatoes
1# tomatillos
1 red onion
1 sweet onion
1 bunch carrots
1 bunch rainbow chard
2 cucumbers
2 jalapenos
1 head garlic
1 lettuce
1 bunch chives
1 bunch cilantro
1 bunch flowers

I used the tomatillos and jalapenos for chile verde. Everything else will be pretty easy to use up.. nothing too weird this week.

Monday - dinner out
Tuesday - Rainbow Chard Tacos with Caramelized Onion and Fresh Cheese, Pink Beans
Wednesday - Beef Stroganoff, Vegetable Stroganoff, Potato and Cheese Pierogis
Thursday - Spaghetti and Meat or Bean Balls, Salad, Garlic Bread
Friday - Leftovers
Saturday - Make your own Pizza
Sunday - Bob grills something yummy

For more weekly menus visit www.orgjunkie.com. Have a great week everyone!

Six impossible things before breakfast

At 5am my son woke me up asking me to drive him to work because his ride didn't show up. I hate 5am but I got up, got dressed, got on the freeway, and got him to work on time. Then I came home and couldn't go back to sleep so I gave up and just got busy. Ok, maybe I didn't do six impossible things but I did discover that getting up extra early definitely improves my productivity.

I had onions, garlic, jalepenos, anaheims, tomatillos and cilantro to use so I made a pretty arrangement with them.



It looked nice but was a little too green for my decor so I roasted them all.



and made a couple quarts of chile verde salsa.

Then I took a nap!

That'll do pig

I have refrained from commenting on the healthcare debate this summer because most of you know my position on the subject anyway. Some of you agree while others disagree, which is perfectly fine, but, on this issue, I have found myself unable to simply ignore those who disagree with me. I want to argue with them, and arguing isn't something I do well. Additionally, arguing with people who dismiss what I have to say simply because they have decided I'm liberal does bad things to my blood pressure. I'm trying to keep my blood pressure down so that it doesn't increase my insurance premiums. So, with that in mind, I decided I would not rant about healthcare... and I'm trying very hard to keep that promise even though I do occassionaly scream at the television.

However, I really want to share this vlog of John Green's because it's a rational, well balanced and comical look at the issue. I hope you enjoy it.

"What do you do when you have a pig that's so big he can't walk? You either kill him, put him on a diet, or keep feeding him.. which is more or less what the healthcare debate boils down to." John Green




Oh... and a bit of good healthcare news. After more than six months of conversation with my insurance company and a formal request for reevaluation, that did not inclue this blog post but did include several of the pictures, our insurance company finally agreed to pay for the ambulance transport from helipad to hospital. Hurray!

Menu Plan Monday

Summer is almost over and my house is starting to buzz with the excitement and anxiety of a new school year. I love this feeling of anticipation, of a fresh start coming up, it makes me want to start over too. So it's time to get myself organized... again!



This summer we joined a CSA (that's community supported agriculture) and have really enjoyed getting a weekly box of vegetables from a local organic farm. However, it has been a bit of a challenge to learn how to use them all, especially the kale and kohlrabi. I did find a fantastic recipe for kale tacos that my family will eat but so far the kohlrabi has been a dismal failure. Fortunately this week we don't have either vegetable in our box.

We have:

1 pint Sungold cherry tomatoes
1½# slicing tomatoes
1½# Roma beans
1½# all-purple potatoes
2 fennel bulbs
1# summer squash
1½# tomatillos
1 bunch carrots
1 cucumber
1 sweet fresh onion
2 jalapeno peppers
1 head garlic
1 red butter head lettuce
1 bunch cilantro
1 bunch chives

Most of the vegetable will be used in our meals but I'm also going to make a chile verde salsa with the tomatillos, jalapenos, and cilantro. I love the fact that an abundance of vegetables has pushed me to build vegetarian menus with meat on the side instead of meat based menus with adjustments for our vegetarians.

• Monday - Patty Pan Squash with eggs, purple potato galette, sliced tomatoes and cucumbers
• Tuesday - Spanish Rice, Nachos with beans, Salad
• Wednesday - Roasted Vegetables with Polenta , turkey sausage, french bread
• Thursday - Chicken and Fennel made with chicken and Chick'n Cutlets, golden couscous
• Friday - Make your own pizzas
• Saturday - Community Garage Sale - Sandwiches or Leftovers
• Sunday - Bob grills something yummy

Thanks to Laura at www.orgjunkie.com for hosting Menu Plan Monday. Check out her blog for more great ideas!

Sunday Evening

Life is good.

Blueberry Preserves

Friday morning we picked blueberries. She set out across the field to find the best berries, alone, but soon scurried back to me because wild animals were making noise in the brush beyond the fence. She told me knock knock jokes, stories of being a child, dreams of being grown, and we picked buckets full of berries.

Perfectly Ten she balances between sweet childhood and tart teen and I wish I could save this moment for the future. To savor. Like the blueberry jam that will remind us of summer on cold winter mornings.

Reeling and Writhing

Once upon a time there was a boy named Zane.

When Zane was eight he loved puzzles, mazes, taking things apart, and the food channel. He had a wicked sense of humor and a hilariously accurate Swedish accent. He was patient. He was kind to his younger sisters and cousins. He was a happy, quiet kid who was well liked by his teachers and helpful in the classroom. There was just one problem... Zane's teachers said he couldn't read or write.

In the third grade Zane was singled out because of his reading problems. Zane didn't like this extra attention and countered it with a new tactic. Silliness. His third grade teacher wasn't amused and decided that his problem was ADHD. Zane's mother didn't agree. She didn't believe that the boy who could work on complex puzzles for hours had an attention problem. She didn't believe the boy that would sit perfectly still in order to avoid disturbing the baby sister sleeping on his lap was hyperactive. She knew the teacher was wrong but the teacher had Zane six hours a day and, as the school year progressed, his confidence waned and his silliness increased. At the end of third grade the school said he was reading at a first grade, third month, level but they were sending him on to fourth grade with the warning that if he didn't catch up he might have to repeat the year. The district reading specialist suggested that the problem could be dyslexia but she was unable to provide assistance because Zane was less than 2 grades behind.

So Zane's parents made a radical choice. They decided to stop sending him to school.



When we decided to start homeschooling it was truly an act of desperation. We didn't know what we were doing.. we just knew that we couldn't face another year of watching Zane struggle. A neighboring school district had a charter school for homeschooling families and they happily accepted us into their program. The school supplied curriculum, a few enrichment classes, and an education coordinator.. a teacher who was available to give advice and guidance. Our education coordinator was also a reading specialist and she helped me to design a plan to help Zane. We turned every subject into a reading or writing exercise. I spent hours every night planning lessons.. dividing text into chunks for reading aloud and planning questions to enhance his comprehension. Every morning we sat down with a huge list of tasks, and a stack of worksheets, and dutifully plodded through fourth grade. Zane hated it. He would struggle to read aloud but after a while he would give up and just put his head on the table and refuse to even try.

One day he asked why he always had to read aloud when it was so much faster to read silently. I explained that all of the reading we were doing would help him read better and he protested that he could read just fine.. he just couldn't read aloud. Writing it out like this makes it all sound so polite and civilized but actually there was a lot of whining and growling in this conversation. I was annoyed, he was frustrated, we were both sick and tired of sitting at the dining room table day after day doing nothing but reading the most boring textbooks on the planet. So I got mad and decided I was going to prove to him how wrong he was. I slammed open the science book.. next on our list of tasks.. and told him to read a page silently. He said he was finished in just a few minutes, a fraction of the time it should have taken him to read a page at his 88wpm skill level, and then I started firing question at him about what he had supposedly just read... and he answered every one correctly.

For the rest of fourth grade and all of fifth grade Zane took charge of his schedule. I still made lists and worksheets and gave tests but I didn't teach him much. He learned by reading and he learned fast. He could zip through a day of work in just a few hours and spend the rest of the day doing more important things.

When the school invested in a program to test comprehension and reading speed we discovered that Zane was actually well above grade level. He still struggled with writing so our coordinator suggested that he learn how to type.. and before I knew it he was doing most of his work on the computer and writing funny stories and poetry too. One of his poems even won a state competition.

Zane went back to regular school in sixth grade and faced a new group of teachers who were convinced that they could fix his problem by forcing him to read aloud. But he was a more confident student who knew what he was capable of and teachers didn't seem to scare him anymore. He did what was asked of him and faced their concerns with good humor... and let his work speak for him.


Last week we were notified that Zane passed his high school exit exams with an "exceeds standard" score for reading and an amazing 23/24 score for writing. The next day we learned that he passed the college board AP World History exam and will be able to recieve college credit for the course. Zane just shrugged but I felt like dancing... I wanted to send copies of the tests to a few of his old teachers... I wanted to hug him and celebrate... but he's sixteen and cool so I just said "Good job!" and made him a mango smoothie.

The regular course was Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with; and then the different branches of Arithmetic - Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.

~Lewis Carroll

20 years ago

Today my first baby turned 20.

From the day he was born Ian was determined and self willed. He was three weeks late when they finally decided to do something about getting him out. There I was, lying in a hospital bed, upset that I was disappointing my natural childbirth instructor, while they pasted sensors on my belly and prepped me for induction, but before the nurse could even get the IV started Ian did a little flip and suddenly alarms were sounding. The umbilical cord was pinched and they couldn't find a heart beat. Within a minute my room was full of staff. I have a vivid memory of a harried, gray haired Asian nurse telling another nurse to stop messing with the monitor and get a doctor NOW. For the first time I really appreciated our HMO insurance that forced me to give birth at a huge teaching hospital rather than the newly remodeled birthing suite at the little local hospital... because there was an obstetrician on the floor and I was wheeled into surgery (as the bossy nurse cursed the new-fangled birthing bed that didn't roll fast enough) immediately. The last thing I remember was telling the surgeon "His name is Ian." as they knocked me out and delivered him... a mere six minutes after the alarms started going off. He was in amazingly good shape for a baby that required an emergency cesarean. I wasn't in such good shape but I survived. Everyone joked that Ian had decided he wasn't going to go through that labor crap and just found another exit... I wonder if we set the stage for a life of doing things his own way?

Nah.. he really was that determined.

Happy Birthday Ian!

Before and After

Before

After...

...six weeks of planning, rototilling, digging, and planting.

Two apple trees, one cherry tree, two blueberry bushes, one Japanese Maple, one quaking aspen, assorted flower plants, and SIXTY bags of cedar bark mulch...

I have learned that a garden is like a child.

You never feel like you've done enough

but when you aren't looking things start to bloom.

High School... here she comes!

A father... knows exactly what those boys at the mall have in their depraved little minds because he once owned such a depraved little mind himself. In fact, if he thinks enough about the plans that he used to have for young girls, the father not only will support his wife in keeping their daughter home but he might even run over to the mall and have a few of those boys arrested. ~Bill Cosby

On the first day of Jr. High I watched my suddenly grown up girl straighten her hair, put on make-up, and leave for school without me... for the first time ever... and I marveled at how fast baby girls grow up.

But on the night before the last day of Jr. High I realized just how fast they truly grow.

She has a brilliant mind, fantastic grades, great friends, and a delightful personality.

Her classmates voted her the class "Peacemaker".

She also has the proudest Mom around.

Still here STOP

No, I haven't fallen off of the earth... although I've been very close to the edge lately. So much has happened in the last few months, so many things I could have blogged about, and yet every time I sit down to write I have no words. I have always been a dysfunctional journalist... most girls who keep journals write down their deepest secrets, fondest hopes, and greatest emotional moments... My childhood journals were detailed accounts of days in which nothing happened. For the emotional times of my life... my parents divorcing, moving, all of Junior High... there is no record. I just couldn't write about things that really mattered to me. My friends and regular readers of this blog probably aren't surprised at all by this little revelation. If I stop talking or writing it usually means that something is going on and when I finally write about what's been happening in my life it's with the skill of a telegraph operator.

"Rain over working in the garden STOP worrying about job and money STOP Zane failing classes girlfriend a problem grounded STOP dining room my new office love it STOP girls growing up too fast STOP Ian and girlfriend fighting STOP girlfriend suicide threat STOP I visit scary apartment STOP More fighting STOP Ian moves home for awhile living in my office STOP dishwasher and computer die STOP Delaney's friends to new school next year STOP Taylor finishes jr hi looks like she's 20 at grad dance STOP Zane's grades up test scores amazing STOP now I have two kids in high school STOP I'm old STOP bought a new computer STOP"

There you go.. three months of blogging in one economical paragraph. Exciting isn't it? I will expand on some of this later but today I just need to break through my stage fright and get something posted to the blog!

Over and out.

April First

Oh April! The month of warm gentle rains and light winds fragrant with daffodils and cherry blossoms... I am the consumate April Fool.



The reward for my wishful thinking?

Today we have high winds, freezing rain, and snow showers.

Happy Spring!

Random Ramblings About Nothing Much

How do I explain why I've only written three posts in the last two months? I don't. Instead I give you a list of a bunch of junk that I didn't write about while I wasn't writing. Do with it what you wish. Just don't throw things at me. I'm delicate. Like a flower... a weedy little flower that just keeps coming back no matter how many times the lawn mower runs it over. Yeah, something like that..

Signs of Almost Spring:

Washington is not normal. In the last three days we have had bright sunny skies, torrential rain, hail, lightening, light snow, heavy snow, and fog. Often in the same hour. Despite the crazy weather I did find signs of spring when I went looking a little while ago. My yard is greening nicely as the moss creeps toward my front porch and on the back patio the algae is in bloom! I would take pictures but I don't want to make you all jealous.

My dogs are incapable of reproducing through normal means so they have conspired to create puppies out of their own shedding hair. Dust Bunnies are nothing! Despite daily vacuuming we are in danger of being over-run by litters of fur puppies. The weather simply makes things worse by being warm and sunny for three days, encouraging loose hairs to jump off the dogs in anticipation of summer, and then snowing for a week so that the dogs grow new fur to keep them warm.

Delaney's school has a yearly spring play. Traditionally it is an elaborate production with roles for a hundred kids plus at least one scene with teachers, principal, and occasionally the district superintendent. It's a spectacular show. This year, instead of using a purchased script the director and a few others actually wrote the show. Last week I joined two other Moms and the art teacher to turn pictures drawn by third graders into scenery for the show. We had a lot of fun painting rolling hills, squat hen houses, leaning skyscrapers, and a huge rainbow. I wish I could share pictures here but it's a SECRET. It's like Christmas morning and the theater is a big present in the hall closet. Parents aren't allowed in... and it's driving some of them insane! (and I do mean insane.. one of them had a fit yesterday when she was told she could not watch rehearsal) Opening night is Thursday!

Signs of the Apocalypse / Signs of Recovery:

It's hard not to shake in your boots when the stock for the company your livelihood depends on goes into a spiraling nosedive and loses half of it's value in the first two months of the year.. after losing two thirds of it's value in the last three months of the previous year... but the day that the closing price is 6.66 certainly feels like the end of the world. Of course, it's not. Although the rain, hail, snow, fog of the weekend didn't do much to relieve me... and the fur puppies were approaching the size of small horses... Oh! and the earthquake! Did I mention we had an earthquake too? It was just a tiny one. I'm sure there really isn't anything to worry about. However, if you hear that a volcano in Washington state has erupted without warning you might want to find your Bibles and start reading. Oh, and pray for my soul, because we are right in the path of the pyroclastic flow if Mt. Rainier blows.

Despite the moss, algae, dog hair, insane weather, and shadow of the volcano business, I really do love my home and my neighborhood. We live very close to the largest Army base in the country and a huge percentage of my neighbors are military. They are fantastic neighbors. However, when they are transferred they have to sell their houses and go, no matter how bad the economy is. Our neighborhood is large and the builders (three separate companies) are still building new homes. In January great big yellow AUCTION signs started appearing on the streets where the model homes are and the paper published an article about foreclosures in our neighborhood.. not on individual homes but on the builders lots and models. So I was feeling awfully bad for the four neighbors on my street trying to sell their houses in this mess. Then.. in the last two weeks the signs went away, the builders started three new houses, and all four of the houses on my street sold. I don't know if it is really a sign that things are getting better.. but I sure am glad that the bright yellow signs of despair have been taken down.

Signs of Change:

Bob left yesterday for his first business trip since the accident. It was hard for me to let him walk out the door and head for the airport but I am so glad that he is able to.

Ian called me on Saturday to ask for advice. He wasn't sure if he should pay $16 a week for health insurance through his new job. I'm so happy that he's going to have insurance and even happier that he has worked at a company long enough to qualify for it.

Signs that it's time to stop rambling:

It's 1:30 and I've got to vacuum and get dinner started before heading to the theater for a dress rehearsal. If you made it this far, thank you! You are a true and wonderful friend for still being around to read my ramblings even though I just abandoned you for a few months. I promise to be a better blogger in the future... at least as long as that volcano stays dormant!

Valentine's Day Meme

I've been having a tough time coming up with things to blog about lately so I've borrowed this Meme from Leeann @ Is It Morning Already?

♥ How long have you been together? 24 years, married for 21.
♥ How long did you know each other before you started dating? A few weeks.
♥ Who asked who out? Bob asked me out.
♥ How old are each of you? 44
♥ Whose siblings do/ did you see the most? When we lived in CA we saw my siblings most but now that we live in WA it's about equal.
♥ Do you have any children together? Yes, Ian, 19, Zane, 15, Taylor, 13, Delaney, 10.
♥ What about pets? 2 dogs, 1 cat, 4 hermit crabs, 1 large lizard, 2 mice.
♥ Did you go to the same school? Yes we attended the same college briefly.
♥ Are you from the same home town? No, we are from opposite coasts. I grew up in San Jose, CA and he grew up near Boston, MA
♥ Who is the smartest? I think we are very evenly matched but we have different areas of expertise.
♥ Who is the most sensitive? Hmm.. I'm not sure.
♥ Where do you eat out most as a couple? As a couple we don't eat out anywhere. I don't think we have been out alone once in the last five years.
♥ Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple? Pisa, Lucca, and Florence, Italy.
♥ Who has the worst temper? I do. I get angry over stupid little things all the time. Bob is much slower to anger but I think he hangs onto it longer.
♥ Who does the cooking? It used to be pretty equal but since his accident I do all the cooking.
♥ Who is more social? Definitely Bob! If it wasn't for him I would probably be a hermit.
♥Who is the neat freak? Hahahahaha! Neither of us.
♥ Who is the more stubborn? Bob. When he makes up his mind he is like a brick wall. Our son Zane is just like him.
♥ Who hogs the bed? The dogs! For 19 years we had a no dogs on the bed rule and then I lost my mind and let the puppy sleep with us.
♥ Who wakes up earlier? Definitely Bob. He has always been a morning person. I will never be a morning person.
♥ Where was your first date? I spent most of the evening sitting on the porch with his Mom and dogs while he helped his Dad set up a stereo. After that we went to Round Table for pizza. It was a preview of our exciting future together!
♥ Who has the bigger family? We have an equal number of siblings but I have a bigger extended family.
♥ Do you get flowers often? No but that's because years ago I asked him not to get me flowers. Every once in awhile he will and I love it. I guess it's more special because flowers aren't his automatic gift idea.
♥ How long did it take to get serious? Oh, he was serious before we even went out! He didn't ask me on a date he said he was looking for someone to build a life with. Pretty major stuff for a nineteen year old! I laughed at him and said I would go out on a date but I wasn't making any promises. I'm not sure how long it took me to decide I was going to marry him.
♥ Who does/ did the laundry? Me. ick.
♥ Who’s better with the computer? His life is computers but I get to say that I taught him how to use his first one. A week later he knew twice as much as I did about computers and he has been learning ever since.
♥ Who drives when you are together? Well, since his accident I do but before that he did most of the driving.

We didn't do anything for Valentine's Day. I'm sure that doesn't surprise anyone who just read my fascinating list! However, we did have plans to go out to dinner and the movies but Taylor, Delaney and I all have the flu so we stayed home and ate pizza.

I did have a Valentine's date though... yesterday Ian took me out to lunch! We had a very pleasant visit. He talked about his job, his cats, cooking... It was a very comfortable, adult conversation. I'm praying that we will have many more lunches like this in the future.

So that's all the news that's fit to tell tonight... I'm off to find some cough medicine.

We have a right to write...

A few weeks ago Kelly, of Don Mills Diva, was featured in an article at the London Times On-line. She wasn't interviewed for the article. The authors actually "borrowed" her interview from a Canadian paper and directly from a few posts on her blog and tied them together to make it look as if they had interviewed her. It's an infuriating story, and one that Kelly tells much better than I would, so I'm going to ask you to click on the link and go read what she has to say.

The article was about the dangers of blogging, the loss of privacy, the online predators, and the potential psychological trauma we may cause our families and ourselves when we choose bare it all and seek attention on the web. Some of it is true but most is overblown hyperbole aimed at denigrating bloggers. Because many journalists have the misguided opinion that what they do is write and what we do is wrong. As Kelly pointed out, there are a whole lot of journalists out there who think that Bloggers are ruining journalism. So, she has asked other bloggers to join the Respect the Blog movement and write about what makes us and our blogs worthy of respect. I'm going to do that... but first I'm going to take a few paragraphs to address what is truly ruining journalism.

Newspapers have been losing readership for decades and they continue to point fingers at other media sources as the root of the problem. Radio, television, the Internet, and now blogging, have been blamed for the fact that newspapers are faltering. Heck, if you looked back far enough I bet you could find some ancient newspaper editor complaining that the town crier was impacting his business! Unfortunately, the cause isn't simply competition. Journalists need to take a hard look at themselves and their industry to find the real problem.

Newspapers are unique. When done right they are a cross between timely reporting and measured evaluation. They could have a virtual lock on local news and the ability to connect global events to neighborhood issues. Unfortunately, most local papers have been swallowed up by large conglomerates which eliminated local reporting and centralized national reporting. Newspapers, which used to reflect the personality of their communities, now all look alike. The consumer has very little reason to value their local paper. With this generic focus newspapers are just another version of the TV, radio, and Internet news.. all of them reporting the same stories. Of course newspaper readership has dropped off, the only thing they offer that you can't get anywhere else is ink stains on your cuffs.

Once upon a time you could find everything; unbiased news reporting, birth announcements, a review of the high school play, city council meetings, Mr. Jacob's travel adventures, recipes for the green tomatoes that wouldn't ripen because of the early freeze, plus editorials and letters to the editor that made world news feel more personal, in the paper that waited on your doorstep every morning. Much of the content that made these papers unique wasn't written by the staff of the paper. It was content contributed by the community. Was it all important? Probably not, but it was the kind of news that held communities together. My generation has never had a good source for that kind of specific local news but we haven't lost the desire to connect in a more personal manner with the news. In the last few decades there have been many forms of media that attempted to fill the void, community access TV and radio, newsletters, websites, and now blogs.

A blog is news on a very personal level. It is narrowly focused and interesting to a small group of people. Much of it is trivial and opinionated but it fills a need that we humans have to connect with others. Bloggers aren't competing with journalists. A journalist (also called a newspaperman) is a person who practices journalism, the gathering and dissemination of information about current events, trends, issues, and people while striving for viewpoint that is not biased. (Wikipedia) A blog is often the opposite of journalism. The people who write blogs are creating a community with their words and it is a mostly positive and supportive community. Those words have value and their creators deserve respect and recognition. They deserve the same respect granted to other writers; credit for their work, proper citation, and protection from plagiarism. It is a very simple concept, one that every high school student has beat into their heads whenever a paper is assigned. You don't steal other people's words or ideas. Whether that person is a journalist, a novelist, a memoirist, or a blogger.

I write for myself, to help organize and solidify my thoughts. I write for others, because what I learn, or don't learn, might be helpful to someone else. I write for my family so that they will know me better. I write because I love writing. I write a blog because it's the most convienent and efficient way to do all of these things at once. I don't feel an urge to defend my choice to blog. I am a writer and this blog is one of the things I write.

Respect the Writer!

Adventures in Healthcare - episode XIIV

I promise this will not be a long, drawn out, frighteningly TMI post about universal healthcare. I know in the past I have ranted hysterically but I won't do that today. I won't do that because I have fantastic insurance now. I love my insurance so much I would marry it if I wasn't already married to Bob. However, I am married to Bob and some of you may remember that I almost lost him in September.


After his accident he was transported by ambulance to a local hospital ($798), then airlifted to the regional trauma center in Seattle ($14,000). I wasn't there, of course, and he wasn't conscious, so we didn't know that there was another ambulance at the end of the helicopter ride to transport him emergency room of the hospital. I never would have expected that. Since the landing pad is on top of the garage directly across from the hospital, and there are several walkways from the garage to the hospital, I just assumed that there was an elevator and hallway into the emergency room.


I was amazed to learn that they actually landed and then loaded his stretcher into an ambulance with an entirely different crew who then drove around the block and into the ambulance bay of the hospital. It doesn't even make sense but that's how they do it. I'm sure that there must be good reasons for this... far be it from me to question the gods of trauma medicine. (The same gods who missed not one, not two, but four additional injuries and discharged him after three days of observation with an undiagnosed BROKEN NECK.)


Whatever the reason.. the multiple ambulance procedure is how it's done. Apparently the final ambulance company didn't get our correct insurance information so a few weeks ago I received a bill from them ($859 for one block) which I forwarded to our new insurance company.

Yesterday I got a love note notice from the beloved insurance company. They have denied the claim for the final ambulance ride. When I called them, to inquire why they had withdrawn their loving support, I was told that there is a limit to how much emergency treatment you can receive in one day and we had one transport too many on that day. The customer service agent actually asked me, after I explained the whole thing, "Did you call for the ambulance to transport him to the trauma center?" I think he was a bit bothered by my maniacal laughter. He transferred me to a supervisor who has promised to have the claim reviewed.

Feel the love.

One World - One Heart: Two give-aways

And the Winners are...

(order assigned by RNG)

For the Green set:
Jamaise @ Wishing Penny

For the Blue:
Marie at My Little World

And for the one that I haven't made yet...
Coralie at The Charms of Ordinary Days

Congratulations!

Thank you to everyone who entered. This has been a fun couple of weeks and it's been so nice "meeting" everyone and seeing all of your work.

Vallen at Queenly Things was the first person to tell me about the One World - One Heart give-away that Lisa at A Whimsical Bohemian hosts every year. After browsing through the various items that people were offering I wanted to enter all 500+ drawings! There are some incredibly beautiful items being given away.

Now I truly believe that if you want something it is very good luck to give something of your own and, since one of my goals for this year is to complete a project every week, I actually have something of my own to give away!

The green necklace is glass and brass beads strung on cotton cord, the earrings are glass and brass on gold filled wires.

The blue necklace is a handmade heart pendant with glass and silver plated beads on cotton cord, the matching earrings are glass and silver on stainless wires.

My give-away is open to anyone, regardless of location. You don't have to have a blog or be participating in OWOH. Simply leave a comment on this post by February 11th and, on February 12th, I will place all the names in a hat and one of my kids loyal apprentices will draw the winners. After you have entered, click on the One World icon and it will take you to a magical place where you can find hundreds of other give-aways to enter.

Good luck!

Please make sure I have a way to contact you.. if you don't have a blog leave your email address.

1/29 amendment - We still have two weeks until the drawing so I've decided that I will add a third prize if I get more than 300 comments. It will be another set similar to the first two but either pink or yellow. gina

2/12/09 7am: Comments are now closed. I will be chosing three winners using a random number generator and will post them by 5pm today.

Wandering in a Fog

It's a little foggy in Washington lately.

Every morning.
Every evening.
All week long.
Is it any wonder my brain is getting mushy?

Putting aside childish things...

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord. On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics. We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things.
President Barack Obama, Inaugural Address, January 20, 2009

I was so proud of my country today and so proud of the man that we elected. President Obama gives me hope for the future. I am ready to follow his lead. Ready to make hard choices and help prepare our nation for a new age!

Right after I finish being childish one last time...

Design Dissatisfaction

Have you ever looked at your blog and felt like it just doesn't represent you well? That's how I'm feeling right now. I've played with different designs for two days now and I just don't like any of them. I'm not sure what I'll try next. However, in the depths of my ennui a ray of light brightened my day.

Bellezza, the most charming hostess of Dolce Bellezza, has honored me with the Premio Dardos award.



The Dardos Award is in appreciation of the merits - culturally, literary and individually- of every blogger who expresses him/herself on his/her blog. The conditions are to:

Be tickled pink,
Copy and paste the award picture to your blog,
Write down the regulations,
Link the blog who bestowed you the award,
and finally Nominate 15 blogs for the award.

And I am tickled pink.. I even tried on some pink blog designs but they didn't fit. Thank you so much Bellezza!

I am passing the award on to a wonderful group of writers. Some are friends but I seem to pass awards on to the same friends over and over and, while I love everyone's blogs, I am trying to highlight some new blogs today. Others are complete strangers who will wonder why in the world this person who they have never heard from is giving them awards. Their blogs are all wonderful in their own very unique ways. They are blogs I read for ideas and inspiration. Check them out, you might find something new to love.

I hope this Premio Dardos brightens your winter day as much as it did mine.

Lilly Rose @ Lilly Rose Chen
Debbie @ Etc.,Etc.,Etc.
Laura @ CenterDownHome
Kate @ Kate5kiwis
Tiffany @ But I Had A Tiara
Vallen @ Queenly Things
Elaine @ Quixotical
Ms Moon @ Bless Our Hearts
Pen @ Dogtales and Dreams
Michele @ Frugal Granola
Lisa @ The House of Payne
Kyddryn @ Shade and Sweetwater
Rowena @ Rubber Slippers in Italy
Susan @ Farmgirl Fare
Marc @ Mental Masala