I’m in heaven today…Molly said MOMMY!!!! This is huge huge huge for us!! Neither of my girls says Mommy on a regular basis (we’re all about Daddy in this house)…and Molly has NEVER said it!! I was very excited to hear it 😀 Now I’m a proud Mama!!
More stuffs coming soon, later today…It’s time to get the little brats out of bed!
Okay, back to this. To recap…I was cute:
I danced a lot…
And I did theatre too. Here I am as Laura Ingalls in Plum Creek…a play I wrote myself as well as starred in. Yeah…I’d almost forgotten about that. It was…sixth grade, I believe. The year before I was in a Lewis & Clark play as Lewis…
Then I became gawky….
And Geeky…
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And then I moved to Indiana. I had high hopes for a ‘new life’…but I’m afraid I remained in the geek realm. I was a flaggot…flag hag…I was in color guard. I started dating one boyfriend at a Star Trek Convention my junior year (Yes. I’m serious.) In fact, here we are a month later going out to a party…
But by just before my senior year I was not so much a geek anymore, at least I don’t think so, in appearance. I still didn’t have a ton of confidence…despite the fact that I did pageants (and did WELL in them), and was in dance, my self-confidence was shot. Here I am, slouching but pleasant enough, taking pictures for pageant stuffs…my hair was long, but not its longest…
I started dating Bryan. He was my first long term boyfriend…like we dated for three years, I think. We got ‘engaged’ *rolls eyes*…he was my first. He was also abusive. Emotionally and on rare occassion physically (I got slammed into a wall for saying ‘no’ one night). In my mind I thought I was happy. I thought I deserved a relationship like that. I was still the ‘nerd’ the ‘geek’. It wasn’t until years later that I learned the guys I crushed on in high school actually liked me back…and of course, it was too late then. Instead, I was with Bryan. By this time, looking back, I think I was pretty damn attractive, actually…totally not so geek like (although my love of STar Trek was still strong *lol*). As my prom picture displays, I was s’okay…but still with him.
Can you tell I regret being with him? I chose my college because of him. I got accepted to many schools, got a scholarship (small one that barely covered books, but a scholarship) to one…out of state schools, state schools…but I chose my school based on him.
Remember, I warned you before this all started…I was STUPID!!!! STOOOOPID!!!
So, I went to IU. One semester is all I lasted. I continued to date Bryan. I skipped class for Bryan…I only went to three days of classes. I don’t COMPLETELY blame this on me dating Bryan. I also blame it on the fact that I went to college for something I did NOT want to do. That was NOT related to dance in any way…and I hated every minute of it.
Of course, adding to my stupidity is the fact that I continued to date Bryan when I could have had the hottie in that pic. *sigh* Yeah, he turned frat guy…but damn was he cute!!!
So, a semester at IU and I flunk out. I continue to date Bryan for another year and a half. I’m ashamed to admit that I begged him to stay with me when we broke up…but I was moving out of state anyway…so it’s all for the best. It’s an embarrassing part of my past…but it’s one I learned from.
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Tomorrow I move on to North Carolina. Many things there…good school and birth of the DC.
According to the teachers/therapists Molly had the “Best day ever” at day care! She still wasn’t a conversationalist – but she made tons of choices. She picked what mat she wanted, her name, what treat she wanted. The OT said she let her do the oral motor exercises and everything. Apparently it was a very very good day…
Then she came home and has turned into a holy terror. Yay me. *thunk*
Before I get to the part of my life where I bring in my DH, there’s a lot of backstory to go through…well, quite a bit. I’m short on pics right now (especially decent ones of me once I improved from geekdom)…but I’ll post those tomorrow once I have access to my bedroom (DH is snoozing now).
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In the beginning there was me. And I was cute (seriously, check me out with my brother at 10). I was little and cute and very much what K is probably going to look like in about 7 years. I was happy, popular, and relatively outgoing – but a bit of a crybaby. I danced all the time, took many classes and by the age of this picture I was teaching little ones to dance (yes, seriously).
P.S. Not the JELLIES on my feet! Yay for the 80’s!!
Then in sixth grade something very strange happened. The most popular girl in school decided I was a nerd. She told everyone…and that was the end of me. I was picked on constantly, and I wasn’t even truly geeky yet. But within the next two years I did it all. I got braces, glasses and zits like mad. Janet must have been psychic…or it’s true that you come as you believe.
Shortly thereafter I met Kathy. She was my bestest best friend. She was REALLY cute and VERY popular…but she didn’t go to my school. I met her at a campground – she was the cousin of my parents best-friends kid (you got all that?). After I met her I did something very very stupid in an attempt to be like her…I had my hair cut really short and permed…just like Kathy. Oy, you can see the sad sad results in this other picture (LOVE the HUGE glasses…don’t you?). This was a very bad point for me…ALTHOUGH I was happier than I had been for 3 years because of Kathy. She was genuinely nice and genuinely liked me. Our friendship lasted for YEARS.
The next year the hair grew out and I started to come out of the zit zone, and was actually looking halfway decent. This was me, Kathy…and my cousin, obviously:
That same year I fell in love with Mark. He was fi-ine…but he was dating my BFF (of course, the cute one) Kathy. I got his BFF Eric…who had a big nose and wasn’t a good kisser. Mark and I developed a close friendship, close enough that he used to write me from boot camp. We never dated, and I’ve since learned that he got married and had 6 kids and got fat…but back then he was fine and I SOOO Crushed on him!!!
And we moved to Indiana my freshman year of high school. New school = new hope? But does the hope pan out? Possibly…but you’ll see tomorrow 😀
Sputum Culture
Lovely word, isn’t it? Sputum. Sorry. Definition…
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A sputum culture is a test used to determine what bacteria or fungi are infecting a persons lungs and/or breathing passages.
The test is run using a swab at the back of the throat to collect the Sputum**. The culture is then tested for growth. If not growth is present, the culture is considered negative. If there is growth, the test is positive and is then checked under a microscope to determine the type of bacteria.
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**Extra definition: Sputum. The thick fluid fluid produced by the lungs and the airway leading to the lungs.
Well, it looks like our Christmas, and our pocketbook have been saved! We don’t physically have the money yet, but it has been withdrawn from DH’s 401K. We can fix Dh’s car now, and this means we can sell my car (this is bad and good) to CarMax, pay it off and get that bill, and the cost of insurance off our backs!! This translates into HUGE relief.
On top of that, our Christmas will be nice for the first time in 5 years. We can get our ‘big’ gift for Denver (space camp! Whee!), and a few others (It is SO hard to shop for a 10 year old boy, you know that?). We can round out the girls toys (right now they are primarily clothes)….AND…*gasp* BUY FOR EACH OTHER!!
AND, I can buy the supplies to make the girls holiday dresses…and purses for the rest of my fam (I’m still hoping mom’s sweater will be knit in time…but just in case…hello pursy!).
We’ve been waiting on news for over a week on this! The thought of getting this money has been a glimmer of hope for us! We need it…and a good Christmas. It’s been far too long! (Plus the added money every paycheck that he can’t pay into his 401K will help, too).