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Category: Observations (Page 22 of 24)

Poetry Wednesday: The discombobulated edition

I know I know, Poetry should be on Tuesday.  But this week I am a day off.  Let’s get right to it then!

Peritoneal dialysis

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This poem was written at a conference we went to at Kidney Kamp after my daughter got sick.  We had been trying to do Peritoneal Dialysis on her for 4 months at this point, and it was not working.  It was at this camp that we finally ended all of the attempts at PD(peritoneal Dialysis) and went exclusively to Hemo Dialysis in the clinic.  She had been doing Hemo during those 4 months as well.

This conference, actually more of a symposium on dealing with kidney disease had a lady come in and have the parents write about their feelings.  Good for me, I wrote 2 pretty good poems that day.  I wil feature the other one another week.

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Nothing But A Pile Of Sticks: Part 6- The Aftermath

Christmas lights in a residential neighbourhoo...

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Previous posts on the Pile of Sticks Series were written when the wounds were fresh and the ideas were rough edged.  I sit here now, removed from the actual moves 4 months, and it has gotten better.  We still have some things in boxes in the garage that we will get to sometime soon.  We still have a few things in storage at my Mother in Law’s house,  Things that we will not be using anytime soon, like our kitchen sink.

I will be trading the lawn mower for the snow blower soon, not being able to store both at this new house.  The good news is, there are no other storage units.  We have downsized, cleaned out and restarted so many things now.  I have finally gotten rid of all the empty boxes and garbage from the move as well.

We are finally getting the house organized in a manner that works for us.  We are figuring out how to live in the place again, and how to make everything work.  Just tonight I had to find my cable that hooks my computer to the TV so we can watch some stuff over the internet.  We have everything, it is just a matter of finding some of it.  Some things may never be found, or they may be in the few boxes left in the garage.  Some things we may never miss.  It is a good thing to purge much of this out of our lives.

We are now looking ahead for Christmas and all of the materialistic madness that it entails.  We are purging some of the kids old toys that we have hung onto for years.  Some things that they just don’t play with, some that are broken, and some they have just grown out of.  I am getting ready to put some of it up on eBay to make come coin for new toys to replace them when Santa comes.

But through everything we are still doing well as a family.  There will always be money issues, I don’t know that we will ever be totally caught up until I either get my book sold or we win the lottery.  Just FYI, there is no lottery in Utah so I had better get writing.

We all have discovered that whatever happens or wherever we are our home is with the family.  It has always been a cliche, or just something that people have said but it is true, the pile of sticks you live in is only a pile of sticks until you make it a home.  We have a home.  We have a community around us with our church that is very supportive.  My parents still are not very supportive, my dad still hasn’t been to our house.  That is another post though.

This week we are looking forward to Thanksgiving in only a week and watching the weather closely, trying to decide when to hang the Christmas lights before the snow hits.  I finished decorating last year in a blizzard.  But we needed a wreath in the alcove.  Planning a big holiday dinner and gearing up for the holidays are more things that make a pile of sticks a home.   The kids love it, and of course I do as well.

The wife and I have always decorated for holidays, even in our crappy first apartment we had lights up.  We decorate for Halloween with as much gusto as Christmas.  Easter gets a turn, as does St. Patricks Day, the Fourth of July, and Thanksgiving.  Those traditions are things that make a home.  The kids remember what we had out last year, they remember the things that Grandma has made for us to put out.  It doesn’t matter where they are displayed.

So, all in all, the saga of the Sticks is over for now.   We are settled into a new pile and we are going to stay for a year or two.  We may never get through all of the boxes, or find some things that we have been looking for, but we have enough.  We have our family and the basics.  We have gotten over giving up the dog and the fish.  We are at peace with everything except the bank.  (this is a good place for a blatant hint to use my affiliate link if you need anything from Amazon.  just look over there in the sidebar)

Now, I need to get back on a schedule, and get my writing back on track, as well as  my business.  You know those commercials that says “Life comes at you fast”?  It is true.  It comes fast, but can be handled.

Have a great day, or else.

-Justin

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Who is the strongest person you know?

So really, who is the strongest person you know?  and I don’t just mean in terms of being able to pick up heavy stuff.  I mean strong in personality and just traits that can make them able to do anything that needs to be done.  Being able to lift heavy things is just a bonus.

For me, the strongest person I know is…well lets start with some back story.  I used to think my Dad was just about it.  He could lift the aforementioned heavy things, he could handle anything that came up.  He could influence his world just by being around.  Everyone respected him because of who he was with not a small measure of fear attached to it.

My Dad is still a strong person.  He Still gets what he wants and can influence his world.  But he is no longer the strongest person I know.  That honor now resides with a 4 year old girl, my daughter Amelia.  Now, she can’t lift heavy things yet, but she is getting there.  She can swing a 10 lb kettlebell pretty darn good.  Her strength is a bit different.

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My TSA Nightmares begin…

LAS VEGAS, NV - FEBRUARY 01:  U.S. Transportat...

LAS VEGAS, NV - FEBRUARY 01: U.S. Transportation Security Administration supervisor Nick Fox (R) and another TSA employee demonstrate an advanced image technology (AIT) millimeter wave scanner using new Automated Target Recognition software being tested by the TSA at McCarran International Airport February 1, 2011 in Las Vegas, Nevada. The new software detects potential threat items and displays them on the outline of a generic body displayed on a monitor attached to the unit instead of using passenger-specific images. TSA officers will no longer need to use a remotely located room to view the images, which will make the process more efficient according to a TSA spokesman. (Image credit: Getty Images via @daylife)

Last year there was much speculation and fear associated with the TSA and flying in general.  It hasn’t eased up.  If you haven’t read already, we are headed to Florida in 3 weeks for my daughters Make A Wish trip.  We have known this for a while now, and, of course, getting to Florida from Utah means flying.

With that I know that the TSA is imminent.  I began to research the new security procedures and things we would have to do.  It didn’t encourage me.  I started figuring that I may as well make the best of this and get through security with as little hassle as possible.  Now, with the trip so close, I have a plan for dealing with security.

I did not have a plan for my nightmares about dealing with the TSA and spending the whole Make A Wish trip in a jail cell.  The jail cell came after handing the tickets to my wife and saying, “Have a nice trip” as I launched myself at the TSA Agent who went above and beyond his duty in the pat down search of my 11 year old daughter.

His wandering hands earned him a broken nose and disfigured face.  I may not be a finesse boxer but I have spent considerable amounts of time on the heavy bag just hitting hard.  It was no different in this dream.  The first punch caught his nose, the second his jaw.  By the time he fell and I jumped on top of him, there were 3 other agents there pulling me off.  I woke up after that so I don’t really know if I made it to Florida or not.

I hope that was not a prophetic dream.  I am still trying to take a deep breath and make the best of the TSA thing, but I have 4 kids to get through security.  Even writing this post may doom all of us to full body scans and pat downs but I have nothing to hide so it should be ok.

Image from the backscatter advanced imaging te...

Image from the backscatter advanced imaging technology (AIT) machine used by the TSA to screen passengers. This is what the remote TSA agent would see on their screen. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Any horror stories from you all about the TSA, or better yet, good stories that will take me away from all fo the bad that happens to show up every day.  Let me know in the comments.

 

 

Teen Blames TSA For Broken Insulin Pump

Weeping four-year-old girl accused of carrying a GUN by TSA officers after she hugged her grandmother while passing through security

“Don’t touch my junk!”…or anything else

The TSA?  Not again!??!

Podcast 4: More Woes from the land of the TSA

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