Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Even a Pirate Can't Stop Me

I am a runner.

I run at 6:30am.

Last night, when I told Hubby this bit of news, exactly like that, he laughed.

"Really, you have the wrong tense.  If you've only gone out one morning, you must say, 'I ran at 6:30 today.'  It's more accurate."

When I told the kids, they laughed, too.

"Really?" they asked.

Yes, really.

Even my mom was doubtful.

I know.  It's shocking.  Gotta say, though, it doesn't shock anyone more than it does my own body.

The 7.5 minute run went something like this:

When you read this, use a piraty-type accent.  For some reason, that's what my brain sounds like, being the captain of the ship and all.

Brain:  Blimey!  She's doing physical activity.  Is there another pig on the loose?  No?  What in tarnation is she doing?

OK, so maybe it's a pirate/Yosemite Sam combo.

Brain:  Muscles!  Smartly there!  Git to work!

Me:  Oh, silly brain, I was a college athlete.  I know the muscles won't hurt for long.  I just need to push through.  Weak move, Brain.  Weak.

Brain:  Skin, start itchin'!

Me:  Why, Brain?  Why have you always done this to me?  It's so annoying.  Too bad for you, I mastered the art of scratching my thighs while still running back in high school.  Yes, it's silly looking, but it doesn't stop me.

Brain:  Arg!  She still be runnin'!  I hates runnin'!  Lungs!  Now!

Me:  Finally, you picked something that makes me rethink this whole running thing.  You know, I'm not a fan of it either.

Brain:  We got 'er, me hearties!  Give 'er everythin' ya got!  ANKLE!!!!

Me:  Well played, Brain.  Well.  played.  Lucky for you, I planned on stopping now anyway.

You are probably wondering why I went for a run in the first place.   It's a valid question, seeing as how I always say running is so bad for you.

Monday night, we were at the soccer fields for the U10 end of year party.  As we were about to eat, I realized we left the picnic blankets in the car.  I ran the 100 yards to the car to retrieve them.    Ya'll, I was wiped when I got to that car.  I started to run back with the blankets, but I couldn't do it.

Then and there, I decided to do something about it, but in one of those I don't really mean it kinda ways.  On Tuesday morning, as Hubby left for work at 6:20 and I lied layed lain  stayed in bed, I thought, "No, I really don't want to run."

I can't go back to sleep once awoken, so I got up.  And that's when it hit me.  My legs were sore.  MY LEGS WERE ACTUALLY SORE FROM RUNNING A HUNDRED YARDS!!

It's official.  I am horribly out of shape.

I'd seen it coming.  Since the (is it?) Lupus diagnosis, I've been careful not to do too much, always afraid that I will do too much and not be able to make it through the day.  Yeah.  I went overboard. 

So, it was the sore legs that put me over the edge.  I immediately donned my running clothes (left over from years ago) and hit the driveway.

Yes, I stuck to the driveway.  I had a house full of kids who had no idea I was going to be leaving the house.  I simply went down, up, down 3/4, and up.  I ran less than a mile.  But I ran!  And I ran again today, going even farther.  Down, up, down, up, down 1/2, and walk back up.  (Up is a hill!)

Hubby called at 7:30 this morning.  I got on his case about waking up the entire family.  And I asked, "What made you think I'd actually be up this early?"

He responded with a laugh, "I figured you'd just be getting back from your run."  He didn't think I'd do it.

But I did.  Aaaand got a shower in before he called.

So, yes.

I am a runner.

I run at 6:30am.

Have a lovely day!

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Ways to Volunteer

I am a firm believer in stewardship.  (You can read about it here if you like.)  Basically, I believe everything we have has been given to us, and we are to share that which has been given.  I don't mean just financially.  Our health and our brains are just as important to share.  This is why I volunteer. 

I want my kids to understand this, so I have always included them in my volunteering.  I have heard many people say they would like to volunteer, too, but have no idea how or where to start.  I thought I'd give you a few ideas.  These are all things I have done with my kids over the years.

1.  Library helper.  When we first moved to Indianapolis, I knew no one.  I delivered Phoenix a mere 4 weeks after we moved here.  I was lonely and bored, so I went to the first place I thought of.  I offered my services, but I was upfront and said my newborn would be coming with me.  They were hesitant to say the least, and put us on a probationary period.  I ended up volunteering there every week for over a year, and Phoenix became their mascot.  They even threw a first birthday party for him.  Once I was very pregnant with Buttercup, I stopped coming in every week.  However, each summer for years, I would bring the kids and we would work their summer movie nights.

2.  Leaf raker.  Our church matches up families and groups (Confirmation or sports usually) to rake the yards of elderly parishioners.  A few years ago, we were paired up with Mrs. G.  All six kids get in and work their tails off to get her yard cleaned up.  I just ran into her at church last week.  She was with two of her friends.  As soon as I introduced myself, they both started gushing, "Oh, we know all about you and your kids!  They are such hard workers and so cute and polite.  She is so grateful to have you all come each year." 

Then Mrs. G spoke up.  "I'm 92, but still planning on being alive in October.  If I am, will you be coming out again?" 

Of course we will.

3.  Food pantry.  (I've written about this before.) Volunteers set up a store then help the customers shop.  The one where we volunteer also has a community center.  We've helped organize school supplies, too.

4.  Catholic Charities.  Birthline in particular.  I did this when Phoenix and Buttercup were little.  Mothers are referred to Birthline by social workers.  I would get the information about the new (or not so new) babies and put layettes together (from donated items) for the moms.

5.  Meal preparer.  Several years ago, a mother of one of Star's classmates died from leukemia.  In her name, a group of people got together to help people having to come to Indianapolis for treatments.  There is a house downtown, right next to the hospital where people can stay, free of charge, while they are in town.  Star and his classmates are the ones who did the landscaping around the house.  Each week, at least two nights a week, the meal team supplies dinners for the families staying in the house.  My kids (Buttercup mostly) has helped me make dinners.  We even spent one full Saturday making tons of food for the freezer, so when there are last minute needs, we are ready to help.

6.  PTO.  Our school doesn't allow classroom volunteers to bring siblings, but there are PLENTY of other ways to help.  My kids have helped me sell SpiritWear and Scrips.  Turken has taken it upon himself to find, cut out, and count every Box Top that enters the house.  The older kids have spent hours entering Coke Reward numbers to the school's account.  They help set up and clean up from the fish fry.  They've grilled hot dogs for the fall festival.  See?  Plenty to do.

7.  Kids' activities.  The kids love them some VBC, so I have always worked a station.  The big kids are now old enough to work it instead of attend it, and they sign up every year. Hubby and I have both been coaches for teams the kids have been on.  I wasn't the head track or cross country coach, but they always need assistants.  Just yesterday, the little boys were asking when cross country practice was going to start again.  Turken, because he likes to run with all of the big kids.  Cuckoo because he wants to play on the playground while everyone else runs.

8.  Personal shopper.  When a friend went on bedrest with her 4th baby (for 10 weeks!) I offered to do her grocery shopping each week.  At least a few kids were with me each time I went to the store.  They helped do the shopping and delivering.

9.  Just be friendly in general, even to strangers.  My kids see me helping people all the time.  In the grocery store, if I see a person of shorter stature can't reach something, I'll get it for her.  When someone has his hands full, and is headed for a door, I point it out to the kids, and one of them will open the door for him. 
 
Every once in a while, I will help someone out on the open road.  I don't recommend this in every instance.  I don't help all strangers, seeing as how I don't want my kids and me to be killed.  I do, however, help when someone is in obvious need of help AND my creep radar isn't sending any flags AND the road is safe to do so.  For example, we came across an older gentleman on one of the backroads around here who was still driving, albeit very slowly, his truck which had a flat tire.  I pulled up alongside him and offered him some help.  In the end, I drove him home, about 2 miles down the road.  Ended up, his brother is the policeman that lives right around the corner from us.  This gentleman happened to raise horses.  He was so grateful for the ride, he told me to bring the kids down to ride the horses any time they wanted.

10.  Use their art.  When someone is in need of prayers, I sometimes suggest the kids draw pictures/write cards for her.  Our church is involved in prison retreats, and they asked for kids to make placemats.  My kids were all over it.

11.  Our school has some sort of service project each month.  I absolutely love the way it is done.  They aren't looking to raise a lot of money or tons of goods, because they don't want the kids to simply go out and ask parents/grandparents for money.  They want the kids to earn it/donate/do the work themselves.  For example, each class decides what animal it wants to buy for Heifer, International.  Each animal costs a different amount, so the kids look over the catalogue, decide how much they think they can earn, then choose.  They then have a goal of their own making, which makes it that much more satisfying to obtain.

12.  Two of my kids play piano.  Now that they are getting good enough to play real songs, and lots of them, I am planning on visiting a nursing home with them.  They can play the piano, and then we can visit for a bit.  I know a lot of kids find nursing homes very uncomfortable, but mine do not.  Their grandma is a physical therapy assistant in a nursing home, and Buttercup has gone to work with her more than once.  They all have visited both their great-grandma and great-grandpa in nursing homes, and have done very well.  At first, yes, they didn't know exactly how to behave/what to do/what to say.  They caught on real quick, though, once they saw how Hubby and I behaved.

13.  Trash clean-up.  Our soccer club has volunteers to clean up the trash on the fields.  We've done that.  We've also simply been playing at a park, seen a bunch of trash around, and decided to clean it up all impromptu-like. 

Volunteering takes time.  Volunteering can be difficult logistically sometimes.  Many times, it is just plain hard work.  And yet, I have never, not once, regretted doing it.  Depending on the age of your children and the type of volunteering you do, the kids will either be of big help, or simply be "helping" you, but really be kind of getting in the way.   Both are good, as the kids are seeing you help others, and they see themselves as helping, too.  When choosing what activity to do, get the kids involved in the choosing.  Think of their talents and interests and abilities.  Ask them if they have any ideas.  You may be surprised at what they come up with.

Simply look around.  There are calls for volunteers all over the place, with phone numbers and email addresses for you to respond.  If you don't see any organized calls for help, figure out what you want to do, then simply walk in and volunteer your services.  It is a rare day that the organization won't be completely glad to see you.

I'm always looking for new ideas.  Got any?? 

Have a lovely day!

Monday, June 3, 2013

Feel Like You're Being Watched? It's Probably Me.

Today's Monday Listicle is "10 Things I First Notice about Someone". 

I am a people watcher.  I so enjoy observing others, and seeing what they do, how they interact, and their choices in personal hygiene.  I like to try to figure out their stories, their relationships.  I know I'm wrong almost every time, and there is no way to know anyone's story by simply observing them from afar, but I still enjoy doing it.

Oh, the conundrum...

Do I admit to being judgmental and turn you all against me?  by saying things like, "I notice if you're wearing pajama pants someplace other than your house.  I love to wear pajama pants, seeing as how they're so comfortable and all.  However, when you leave the house, GET DRESSED!  For the love, it's not that hard to put on a pair of real pants."

Or do I go safe and boring, although sometimes a bit creepy?  I always notice people's eyes.  That's boring, until I add... Especially one of Phoenix's friends.  He has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, and I just can't take my eyes off of them.  Even when I'm watching the boys play in a basketball game, I just look at this kid's eyes.  I'm sure the poor boy is completely creeped out by me.

 I think I'll go semi-safe.   On Thursday, I received a text that read, "Want to go see Tim McGraw tonight?  (a friend) backed out at the last minute, so I have an extra ticket."

Will it be way past my bedtime?  yes.

Do I even know any Tim McGraw songs?  One, I think.

Do I want to go?  Heck, ya!

So I went.   I gotta tell ya, there is some goooood people watching to be had at a Tim McGraw concert, my friends.

And for the list...

10 Reasons I Noticed People at the Tim McGraw Concert

1.  Honey, it looks like you outgrew that outfit when you were 14.  How about you head on to the stores and get yourself some clothes that actually cover your assets.  And by "assets" I mean your butt and your boobs and your belly.  Just to be clear.

2.  Sir, if you were with me, I'd pop you.  You are really making it hard for your lady to dance with your hand in her back pocket the entire evening.

3.  Excuse me, ladies, but there are six of you and one little boy which you seem to be sharing.  I'm just dying to know what the situation is.   Can you at least tell me which one of you is the mom?  Are you all related?  Are you sister wives?  Why aren't there any men?  This boy could grow one of two ways: the best husband in the world, as he knows women, or the worst husband ever, as he's spoiled rotten and would expect it from his wife.  Give me just a hint.

4.  Ma'am, where are your teeth?  Perhaps, instead of splurging on pavilion seats, you could have sat in the grass and used that saved money for some chompers?

5.  Older Lady with the outfit my daughter wore when she was 5, I recognize those dance moves.  You are a fan of High School Musical, aren't you?

6.  Tim, why are you singing a love song with Taylor Swift?  You are married to a famous singer.  Why not sing it with your wife

7.  People wandering around in the dark, looking for your cars in the humungous grassy parking lot, stinks to be you.  Although, it's good for me.  You are quite enjoyable to watch.

8.  Lady doing her hair after leaving the bathroom stall, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE WASH YOUR HANDS!!!!  And now, as you leave, I will vomit in my mouth.

9.  Awww, older couple slow-dancing while everyone is sitting through the third slow song in a row.   Many happy years to you!

10.  Grumpy boys in yellow "security" polos, um, I can't take you seriously.  You are an 18 year old making sure no one stands in the aisle.  You are not the secret service guarding the president.   Smile a bit.  Or at least do something besides grunt.   You aren't old enough, nor fit enough, for me to actually trust you if an emergency were to break out.   Try to be a bit more polite.  I actually have a friend who is a secret service agent guarding the president.  He's not as grumpy as you.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

The Pig Saga Continues...

One thing I learned from yesterday:  I have marvelously caring friends who get very twitchy when I'm sad.  The texts, phone calls, emails, and comments really helped my mood.  Thank you.  Still sad, but there is nothing I can do in any of the bad news situations except pray and go to a funeral.  So I will.

Now, back to our regularly scheduled program...

I suggest you listen to our new theme song while reading this post.



Throughout this entire pig ordeal, I have learned and done more things than I ever could have imagined.  If I were to write it all out, it would take me days to tell the whole story.  I'll just give you the highlights.

(If I knew how to make a button, this is where it would be.  And it would say "118* things I learned about vets, pigs, pig maladies, and what to do about them.")

1.  There is only one vet in our area that deals with swine. 
2.  Swine is the official term for pigs.
3.  Vets will not do fecal tests on animals they have not seen before.
4.  It is best to figure this out before collecting, double-bagging, and driving fecal samples to the vet's office.
12.  A 75 pound dead pig is much easier to drag to the back field than a 200 pound pig.
13.  Children still find dead pigs fascinating.
14.  When you dispose of a 200 pound dead pig in the back field, the imprint in the field is still there a year later.
5.  Human's can get the same illness as a pig.
6.  When a person thinks she is dying from the same thing that killed her pig, she just might panic.
7.  And send out texts similar to this:


8.  And call her husband, mom, and sister-in-law to discuss the situation.
9.  When a person is dying, there is no such thing as TMI.
10.  People tend to laugh when told the pigs and their owner have the same "bathroom issues".
11.  It's still not funny.
15.  The one swine vet may not actually exist.  I have yet to hear from or see him.
16.  When a pig dies and a vet chooses not to come or even call, sister-in-law vet techs get anxious and suggest completely crazy things to try.


14.  I tend to ignore crazy ideas.
15.  Sister-in-law vet techs don't like to be ignored and will just show up at your door, even if they live 2 hours away.
16.  She will have a couple bags full of medicines, needles, and syringes.
17.  A rope is very handy when trying to catch an uncooperative pig.
18.  Sister-in-law and I need to take lasso lessons.
19.  When a pig is finally caught with a rope in the most difficult way possible, he will squeal, kick, bite, spin around, run, and put up quite a fuss.
20.  Sister-in-law vet techs are strong!
21.  And just as stubborn as a pig.
22.  It is important to be quick when injecting an uncooperative pig.
22.  I am a rock star when it comes to giving a pig multiple injections.
23.  No, sister-in-law wasn't just saying that. 
24.  A pig should only receive 5ml of lincomix in one injection site, even if he needs 10ml.  You need to stick him twice.
25.  If you only want to give a pig 5ml of meds at a time, don't put 10 in the syringe.
26.  A pig who has been given 10 ml of lincomix in one shot will live, but he will have one heck of a painful bump at the injection site.
27.  If your pig has diarrhea, it's a good sign, as that can be fixed.
28.  If a human has diarrhea, it's not good in any way, shape, or form.
29.  Catching and injecting meds into pigs is a great way to bond with your sister-in-law.
30.  You may even end up with your own secret-meaning handshake.
31.  And promises to always call the other when a farm animal is sick and in need of a shot.
31.  When a pig has diarrhea, electrolytes are very helpful in warding off dehydration.
32.  Electrolytes taste nasty.
33.  So I've been told.
33.  Add sugar to the electrolyte/water mix and the pigs will drink every drop.
34.  I just might become a real farmer after all.
35.  Once I actually get through this little bout of assumed salmonella.

*I have no idea how many things I learned.  I got tired of going back and changing the numbers each time I thought to add a point or rearrange the order.  Thus the completely wacky numbering we have going on.

Because of the number of needles being thrown around, the amount of mud in the pen after 5 hours of rain, and the incredible tantrums thrown by the pigs, I didn't let any kids in to take photos.  You're going to have to live with drawings.





Times three.

This morning, the three pigs are still alive.

It's been raining for hours and hours, so the pen is just a pit of deep mud.  The pigs have the small barn area to stay dry, so I can't get a good read on how active they are.

I'll keep you posted.

Have a lovely day!

Friday, May 31, 2013

Saddness Rules the Day Today

We interrupt our regularly scheduled pig post to tell you I ain't feeling it.

I have tried so hard to stay positive this week, but bad news has been hitting me from every side.  Today, the worst blow of the week came.  I'm not going to list it all here, seeing as how I don't want you to be brought down into my sadness.  (And because the news is not public information)  I called my one super good friend, who I haven't talked to in 2 weeks, to tell her we couldn't come to her son's graduation party after all, and the floodgates opened.  Within 2 minutes of her answering the phone, we were both sobbing messes of snot and tears.

She thanked me profusely.

I told her she really needed to talk to me more often if she didn't want to hear everything in one sitting.

And then my SIL texted to see how the pigs were doing.  I called her to say I don't give a damn anymore about the stupid pigs, seeing as how all these other worse things are happening, and she said, "I have my shoes on and my hair is already done.  I'll be there in 2 hours."

I told her, "No, you don't have to do that.  You have your own farm and kids and life stuff to do."

Know what she said?

"I know we aren't sisters by blood, but I love you dearly, as if you were.  This is not a pity visit.  This is a sister emergency visit.  You have an incredible amount on your shoulders right now, and I'm going to help.  I may not be able to do more than stand by you while we watch all the pigs die, but I'll be there."

And so, even in my pit of utter sadness, Positive is fighting for a place in my day.  

*So as not to scare you all, nothing has happened to me, my husband, or my children.  They are all healthy and fine.  A bit sad, (I have only told them bits of the bad news from the week.) but fine. 

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Pig Drama, Part One

I have a favor to ask all of you.

Please, please post more.  A constant stream of posts would be extremely helpful.

See, I'm trying very hard to live in a state of denial, but it's hard, when I can't live vicariously through you all.

We have what can only be called a situohmylandswhosaidweshouldraisepigsation.

We noticed on Tuesday, because we aren't quick, that one of the pigs was looking quite skinny and wasn't eating.  I googled, "why won't my pig eat?" and got an eyeful of horrible options. 

I went out to the pen to make darn sure the pig was sick.  Yep, sick.  Getting worse by the minute. 

I called my sister-in-law, who is a trained vet tech.  (The one with the lambs.) 

Me:  My pig is sick.  I know there are a couple of possible reasons.  My thought is to treat them for the one, as it won't do it any harm, because the other will kill him no matter what I do.

SIL:  Agreed.  This is what you need to do.  Go to Tractor Supply and buy LA200 (an antibiotic), a 12cc syringe, and a 16 gauge, 1 in. needle.  Actually, buy lots of needles.

Me:  You're going to tell me I need to give this pig a shot, aren't you?  You realize I've never given anyone or anything a shot before.  I'm not really a farmer.

SIL:  One of you will need to sit on the pig to hold it down.  The one giving the shot should sit on its head.

Me:  (a bit of a squeak)

SIL:  Because you eat the pigs, you have to put the shot in a place where you won't be eating the meat, which is in his neck.  Below the ear, between his jowl and shoulder.

Me:  You have got to be kidding me.

SIL:  No, I'm not.  The pig will struggle, and when you stick it, he will really start kicking.  That's why I had you buy extra needles.  Since this is your first time, you will probably break a few off.

Me: 

SIL:  Good luck.  Keep me posted.  I fully expect a blog post with pictures at the end of this.

Me:

I then called my mom.

Me:  I have to give a pig a shot in the neck.  Sitting on the pig will be important.

Mom:  Hahahaha!

Me:  Oh, and I will probably have to do it multiple times, seeing as how when he flails around, I will break needles.  I can't get the image of an acupunctured pig running around the pen out of my head.

Mom: Hahahahahha! (snort)  (breathless) Stop.  I'm sorry.  Picturing this whole thing and the many ways it could go makes me laugh.  It's sad.  Poor pig.  But, hahahahahahaha!

Me: 

So, when the Hubs got home, we headed to the pen.  The biggest problem was getting the other pigs to stay away from us.  Every time I knelt down next to the sick one, they were all over me.


Hubby thought he could help by holding them off.


Besides the fact that he couldn't possible keep 3 pigs away, and he kept scaring the sick one, who would then get up and move, I couldn't very well sit on it's body and head at the same time.

We spent 5 minutes getting the pigs shut up in the barn.  With me.  Which means Hubby had to move the "extra precautions" in order to get me out of the barn.

THEN we were ready to take care of the sick pig.

Honestly, all that activity had worn the poor thing out.  No sitting on the pig was required.  Hubby held him, just in case, but I gave it the shot without a flinch from the pig.

Not a good sign.

If the meds were going to work, they would do so within 24 hours.

I went to bed fully expecting to have to dispose of a dead pig, and thoughts of the other pigs in my head.

Have the other's been eating?

Are they seeming a bit less peppy?

Did that one urinate or was it diarrhea?  (no joke.  I caught the sight out of the corner of my eye when with the sick pig.)

Have a better day than me!


Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Nearly Wordless Wednesday - Graduation

Because if I use too many words, I'll cry.

It's all about Phoenix today.

first day of kindergarten
1st grade - A friend of mine happened to be in the school, came out of the room, and saw this.  Phoenix is the one on his knees, helping the other boy with his shoe.

2nd grade - First Communion
3rd grade - One and only year of playing football.  On his helmet, you can see his team nickname - "Bones".  Still fits.
5th grade - Wax Museum - He went as Jesse Owens.
6th grade - jack-o-lantern decorating contest at school
7th grade - Boy Scout trip out west (with original Mt. Rushmore driller)

8th grade - High School Musical performance as Jack Scott
Ten minutes after graduation.  He's a high schooler now!
Do not be deceived by the photo.  I'm in high heels.  He's really tall.

Have a lovely day!