Oh, if life could be this wonderful all the time!!! Have I mentioned that I love the mountains?? My stress level here doesn't go beyond which run to take or what massage do I want?? Yes I miss the kiddos, but I know they're having fun with Oma (I heard they DID make it to church). Went shopping today at the outlet mall (forgive any spelling errors you see; I'm drinking Fat Tire) and bought way too much stuff but had a ball. There was a little incident at the shoe shop when one of the employees said we'd have to leave the store because their manager had collapsed and they'd called 911. We told them we had two docs with us and they went back to assess the situation and determined the woman probably had kidney stones. Once we knew it wasn't an actual emergancy, Debbie was like "So, can I buy these shoes now?" and the guys said "It's our first day and we don't even know how to work the registers!!" Wow. What a way to break them in!!!
Jer & I are killing time before our dinner reservations. Jeff & Lad are talking anesthesia nonstop and we're going to have to separate them; Bob promised he'd see to that!!
Miss you guys!!!
Monday, February 28, 2005
Friday, February 25, 2005
And Away We Go!!!!!
Well, I'm all ready to go to Vail and see some snow!!! My mom just drove up and I've got to start the "things to go over list" with her. Talk to you guys when I get back!! Keep the Andersons in your prayers as Grace & Maggie have their first sleepover!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, February 19, 2005
It's a done deal!!!
Well, our little Randi is now a married woman. She looked beautiful, as did her mom and Amanda, and I'm assuming the ceremony went well as I spent most of it walking Kendall around at the back of the church. Funny how a quiet atmosphere can make a 21 month old decide to test her voice.......Randi DID insist that all the kids be there. As if there was anybody availible to babysit!!
Hey Lo: Maggie seems to have forgotten her name. It's as if, I don't know, it got knocked out of her or something. Would you know anything about that?? Just kidding. She's fine and is currently tormenting her sister, who actually did perk up the minute that dress and bow were off of her. She hates dressing up as much as Maggie loves it. Sisters. Gotta love 'em.
Hey Lo: Maggie seems to have forgotten her name. It's as if, I don't know, it got knocked out of her or something. Would you know anything about that?? Just kidding. She's fine and is currently tormenting her sister, who actually did perk up the minute that dress and bow were off of her. She hates dressing up as much as Maggie loves it. Sisters. Gotta love 'em.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Decisions, decisions.......
OK, now that I'm on the better living through chemistry track I can move on to more important issues such as, "What to wear to Randi & Justin's wedding??"
I found two cute little dresses for the girls at that place we love to hate, Wal Mart. They're white with flowers, pink for Maggie and blue for Kendall. Will it clash too much in pictures if I'm wearing an ivory suit?? Opinions, please.
I found two cute little dresses for the girls at that place we love to hate, Wal Mart. They're white with flowers, pink for Maggie and blue for Kendall. Will it clash too much in pictures if I'm wearing an ivory suit?? Opinions, please.
Monday, February 14, 2005
Warning: This is a vent!!!
OK so I've broken down and decided to try this thing my friends are all raving about and figured I might as well use it to vent and clear out my system!!
I've been struggling with something since November (Amy & I had a semi-deep discussion regarding this in the GSPS alley back then) and I think my body finally made it clear to me yesterday that I need to stop being so darn stubborn and get some help with it. Back in college I was diagnosed with mild stress-related depression mixed in with seasonal affective disorder (i.e. winter blues). I think it's been something I'd dealt with for years but never sought out help or treatment for it. I was on Prozac for a year and it made a huge difference. I thought I'd learned how to deal with life on my own during that time, and for about 10 years I've done that, but last November things started changing. I recognized some of the signs & symptoms but kept telling myself that it was just that time of year and were I to get on a prescription the stress-causer would be over by the time the meds really kicked in. That was 3 months ago, and I'm still irritable, fatigued and restless. Yesterday I broke down in my church, and you have to understand that I absolutely hate crying in front of other people. I don't care if others cry in front of me, but I guess I tend to not apply those rules to me. Mandy (bless this woman!!) gave me a hug and got me calmed down, but I couldn't go to the service because I knew I wouldn't make it. So instead I ran a few errands and then talked with Donna until the kids were done with Children's church. Donna was a godsend, too, and basically reaffirmed that no, I'm not crazy, and it's OK to get help. All of these things I already know, but again, I'm stubborn. I think I've managed to put it off for so long because it's not like I haven't been happy for 3 months because I have (my birthday party was a great example) but there have been times I feel like I'm putting on a happy front or that it seems like I'm really having to work hard to have a good day. I think I could have gone on like this for longer except I think my body told me yesterday in a way I'd be forced to listen that enough is enough, I need help with this. Looking at myself, I don't know what the problem is; I don't have a stigma about going on meds as I've done it before and they helped me until I could deal with things myself. I have a wonderful group of friends here that I know would let me cry on their shoulder any time I needed to, but I tend to think "They don't need to be worring about me; they have their own lives & families to deal with without my pity party dropping in on them". Again, this is a rule I apply only to me; if a friend was having a hard day I'd love to be her shoulder to cry on or her sounding board to vent at. Actually, I'd expect it. But for some reason I have a hard time accepting the help that would be there for me. Goes back to that stubborness thing again. Jeri- I know you were trying to help me yesterday and get me to talk, and had we been anywhere else I probably would have. I just kept pushing it off because I knew I'd start crying and didn't want to take anything away from Randi's happiness at her shower; it was her time and I wanted all the attention on her, not me. So if I seemed short with you I am very sorry; it's kind of a coping mechanism to talk as little as possible when I'm on the verge of tears. I know you'd have let me sob my heart out to you, but I wouldn't forgive myself for ruining her shower. I'll talk; I promise!!
Anyway, I finally talked to the hubby and told him I'd decided it was time to get some help and he was supportive. I have a call in to my doctor and am waiting for a call back so I can talk to her and decide where to go from here. I already feel better just having finally admitted out loud to needing help and taking the first step towards getting some. In my heart I know it's a temporary thing but it's already taken over a larger period of my life than I think is normal. The on-line test I took yesterday gave me a score that was smack in the middle of the mild range and I showed some of the signs of the anxiety disorder, even though 'anxoius' isn't one of the words I'd use to describe myself. It'll get better, at least I know that.
So thanks, guys, for letting me vent. I know that for me it's a form of therapy and I'm ready to move on!!!
To my buddies: You guys rock my world and have helped just by being you, so thanks.
I've been struggling with something since November (Amy & I had a semi-deep discussion regarding this in the GSPS alley back then) and I think my body finally made it clear to me yesterday that I need to stop being so darn stubborn and get some help with it. Back in college I was diagnosed with mild stress-related depression mixed in with seasonal affective disorder (i.e. winter blues). I think it's been something I'd dealt with for years but never sought out help or treatment for it. I was on Prozac for a year and it made a huge difference. I thought I'd learned how to deal with life on my own during that time, and for about 10 years I've done that, but last November things started changing. I recognized some of the signs & symptoms but kept telling myself that it was just that time of year and were I to get on a prescription the stress-causer would be over by the time the meds really kicked in. That was 3 months ago, and I'm still irritable, fatigued and restless. Yesterday I broke down in my church, and you have to understand that I absolutely hate crying in front of other people. I don't care if others cry in front of me, but I guess I tend to not apply those rules to me. Mandy (bless this woman!!) gave me a hug and got me calmed down, but I couldn't go to the service because I knew I wouldn't make it. So instead I ran a few errands and then talked with Donna until the kids were done with Children's church. Donna was a godsend, too, and basically reaffirmed that no, I'm not crazy, and it's OK to get help. All of these things I already know, but again, I'm stubborn. I think I've managed to put it off for so long because it's not like I haven't been happy for 3 months because I have (my birthday party was a great example) but there have been times I feel like I'm putting on a happy front or that it seems like I'm really having to work hard to have a good day. I think I could have gone on like this for longer except I think my body told me yesterday in a way I'd be forced to listen that enough is enough, I need help with this. Looking at myself, I don't know what the problem is; I don't have a stigma about going on meds as I've done it before and they helped me until I could deal with things myself. I have a wonderful group of friends here that I know would let me cry on their shoulder any time I needed to, but I tend to think "They don't need to be worring about me; they have their own lives & families to deal with without my pity party dropping in on them". Again, this is a rule I apply only to me; if a friend was having a hard day I'd love to be her shoulder to cry on or her sounding board to vent at. Actually, I'd expect it. But for some reason I have a hard time accepting the help that would be there for me. Goes back to that stubborness thing again. Jeri- I know you were trying to help me yesterday and get me to talk, and had we been anywhere else I probably would have. I just kept pushing it off because I knew I'd start crying and didn't want to take anything away from Randi's happiness at her shower; it was her time and I wanted all the attention on her, not me. So if I seemed short with you I am very sorry; it's kind of a coping mechanism to talk as little as possible when I'm on the verge of tears. I know you'd have let me sob my heart out to you, but I wouldn't forgive myself for ruining her shower. I'll talk; I promise!!
Anyway, I finally talked to the hubby and told him I'd decided it was time to get some help and he was supportive. I have a call in to my doctor and am waiting for a call back so I can talk to her and decide where to go from here. I already feel better just having finally admitted out loud to needing help and taking the first step towards getting some. In my heart I know it's a temporary thing but it's already taken over a larger period of my life than I think is normal. The on-line test I took yesterday gave me a score that was smack in the middle of the mild range and I showed some of the signs of the anxiety disorder, even though 'anxoius' isn't one of the words I'd use to describe myself. It'll get better, at least I know that.
So thanks, guys, for letting me vent. I know that for me it's a form of therapy and I'm ready to move on!!!
To my buddies: You guys rock my world and have helped just by being you, so thanks.
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