Meagan from over at The Lady Who Lunches tagged me in a meme to name my favorite feel good song. Do you know how hard that is. I mean, I am a sucker for all music (especially BAD music) (Rock Me Amadeus, anyone?). I thought long and hard, poured over my iTunes files, wracked my brain and came to a decision. While there were many candidates (sorry, "Jump Around" by House of Pain), there could only be one winner.
And the Winner is...
"More Than a Feeling" by Boston. No, it isn't just because Brad Delp, the original singer for the group has probably the best mustache known to man in the the music video. No, it isn't because my husband used to play the song constantly on Rock Band. No, it isn't because it is probably in one of the best scenes in the history of the show "Scrubs" (ok, it might be a little because of that). It is because it really is one of those songs that you can't help but either nod along to, or sing along to, or play a little air guitar to (not that I would EVER do that..ever...much.). I mean, it really just makes you FEEL good.
I dare you to not at least tap your toe along.
Also, if you have time watch the Scrubs version. Air band awesomeness.
I am going to pass this little meme along to....Tara from Sticky Fingers, Jess from This Life is MIne, Amy from The Bitchin Wives Club, Not From Around Here, and Melissa from Smitten By Britain. Tag your it. Have fun girls!!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
A Letter From The Man
LETTER FROM AFGANISTAN..America’s Warriors and Heroes
Dear readers,
I’ve been here in Afghanistan for almost a month now, and I wanted to use this avenue to reflect on some thoughts that I have had. This is my first trip to the warzone as it is called, and it is has been quite an experience for yours truly so far. Working long hours, very little time off, cramped living conditions, and above all not being able to spend time with my family are the norm for me and my fellow Airmen now. The average person would probably go crazy after I while, but everyday I see dedicated professionals going on about their business. Everyone here with my unit is excited to be here because we have a very important mission..to protect the guys and girls with boots on the ground. We all take it very seriously and we wouldn’t have it any other way. Every day I see young men and women, fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives, sons and daughters…all out here to do our job no matter what military branch you belong to. We all fight for the Red, White, and Blue, but out here it is more than that. We fight for each other. I see young Army soldiers, Marines, Navy personnel, and Airman everyday that I know will soon be in harm’s way, and it brings everything into the real perspective. As you go about your daily routine, please take some time to think about these men and women. Remember that they have made a choice to put themselves into the line of fire to defend our nation and preserve the freedoms that so many take for granted. They sacrifice much so that most people don’t have to. Continue to pray for the safe return of all of our military men and women….in my eyes they are all true warriors and heroes.
The Man
Dear readers,
I’ve been here in Afghanistan for almost a month now, and I wanted to use this avenue to reflect on some thoughts that I have had. This is my first trip to the warzone as it is called, and it is has been quite an experience for yours truly so far. Working long hours, very little time off, cramped living conditions, and above all not being able to spend time with my family are the norm for me and my fellow Airmen now. The average person would probably go crazy after I while, but everyday I see dedicated professionals going on about their business. Everyone here with my unit is excited to be here because we have a very important mission..to protect the guys and girls with boots on the ground. We all take it very seriously and we wouldn’t have it any other way. Every day I see young men and women, fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives, sons and daughters…all out here to do our job no matter what military branch you belong to. We all fight for the Red, White, and Blue, but out here it is more than that. We fight for each other. I see young Army soldiers, Marines, Navy personnel, and Airman everyday that I know will soon be in harm’s way, and it brings everything into the real perspective. As you go about your daily routine, please take some time to think about these men and women. Remember that they have made a choice to put themselves into the line of fire to defend our nation and preserve the freedoms that so many take for granted. They sacrifice much so that most people don’t have to. Continue to pray for the safe return of all of our military men and women….in my eyes they are all true warriors and heroes.
The Man
Monday, January 25, 2010
Back in the 80's
I was talking to by buddy, NFAH, and she mentioned Moonlighting as the first adult show she was allowed to watch despite the sexual innuendo. Then I mentioned that I would sneak into my parents bedroom and try to watch 21 Jump Street on my parents old black and white TV with rabbit ears. Yes, I knew it was wrong to do, but 21 Jump Street was an awesome show, can you really blame me?
Then I got to thinking about my family and our TV watching habits. When I was growing up, cable TV was just coming into it's own. No longer were we restricted to just the big three TV stations. We now had Fox (which wasn't cable), MTV, Nickelodeon, HBO and around 80 other new networks. It was a TV explosion.
When I used to arrive home from school, I would do my homework as my mom would watch Oprah. I would sit at the dining room table and watch the TV from across the back of the sofa that defined the partition between the living room and dining room in our condo; often getting told to get a move on with my homework. My dad would arrive home shortly after 5 and we would have dinner as a family, around the dining room table. After dinner, we would all watch the local and National News together. Always NBC with Dan Rather. At 7:30 we watched Looney Tunes on Nickelodeon as a family, then it was time for bed. Now, I knew I HAD to be asleep by the time I heard the theme song to Roseanne through my bedroom wall (the tell tale harmonica riff was like my mental clock), which was attached to the living room. If I heard the theme song to China Beach, I knew I had better not come out of my bedroom with a lame excuse. That was my Mom's favorite show and she really didn't like to be interrupted. Plus it was on crazy late, like 10pm. If the Tonight Show was on, well, I just better pretend I was sleep walking.
It is weird what you remember from your childhood. What do you remember about TV shows and how they related to your family from when you were a kid?
Then I got to thinking about my family and our TV watching habits. When I was growing up, cable TV was just coming into it's own. No longer were we restricted to just the big three TV stations. We now had Fox (which wasn't cable), MTV, Nickelodeon, HBO and around 80 other new networks. It was a TV explosion.
When I used to arrive home from school, I would do my homework as my mom would watch Oprah. I would sit at the dining room table and watch the TV from across the back of the sofa that defined the partition between the living room and dining room in our condo; often getting told to get a move on with my homework. My dad would arrive home shortly after 5 and we would have dinner as a family, around the dining room table. After dinner, we would all watch the local and National News together. Always NBC with Dan Rather. At 7:30 we watched Looney Tunes on Nickelodeon as a family, then it was time for bed. Now, I knew I HAD to be asleep by the time I heard the theme song to Roseanne through my bedroom wall (the tell tale harmonica riff was like my mental clock), which was attached to the living room. If I heard the theme song to China Beach, I knew I had better not come out of my bedroom with a lame excuse. That was my Mom's favorite show and she really didn't like to be interrupted. Plus it was on crazy late, like 10pm. If the Tonight Show was on, well, I just better pretend I was sleep walking.
It is weird what you remember from your childhood. What do you remember about TV shows and how they related to your family from when you were a kid?
Friday, January 22, 2010
Dear So and So...NOT Out for the Count!!
Dear Murphy (as in Law),
I got your number a-hole. My preemptive strike when LaLa said her ears hurt yesterday lead to a feverless diagnosis of her double ear infection. She is back at school, feels fine, and is on her antibiotics.
Take That Egg and Suck On It, Kat
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Dear ER Doc #1,
I'm not going to say you missed KiKi's ear infection and I'm not going to say you didn't. Let's just say after three days of a 103-104.7 temperature I had to go BACK to the ER to get a diagnosis. Don't worry, your cute English accent and grandfatherly like ways completely saved your backside on this one.
Forgiven, Kat
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Dear ER Doc Numero Dos,
Thanks for being so awesome. You not only found the problem, but you were kind enough NOT to mention the fact we had just been to the ER a couple of nights before. I know I should have made an appointment with KiKi's PCM (Primary Care Manager)(which your front desk attendant had NO PROBLEM chiding me for), but she would act fine during the day and then her temp would sore at night. Not only were you understanding, but because you have a child her age you were completely great with your bedside manner with her. You didn't talk down to her, but you explained in terms she would understand. Grade on your performance: A+.
Thank You, Kat
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Dear KiKi and LaLa,
I know you are sick and all that jazz, but I think you are forgetting a few rules that we must follow while Daddy is gone.
#1- I am the Mom, I am in charge.
#2- When I say it is bedtime at 8pm, I don't mean 8:15, 8:20, 8:45 or 9. I mean 8. That means get your hind quarters into bed, close your eyes and go to sleep.
#3- Hamburger Helper is an acceptable meal option for all meals. Don't complain about what is set in front of you, it could be worse.
#4- Talk back to me and end up in time out. (This is to you LaLa)
#5-If you make a mess, clean it up.
See now if we follow these rules everything will run a lot more smoothly.
Love, That Crazy Woman You Call Your Mother
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Dear Local Friends,
You have been a godsend. Thank you so much.
*Big Puffy Hearts*, Kat
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Dear Dad,
I promise next time I am too busy to write I will warn you.
LOL, Kat
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Dear Joanie,
Did it live up to your expectations??
*smooches* Kat
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Dear Readers,
If you have letters you would like to get out into the open, please leave a link!! I love reading all your letters, even if I don't comment, believe me, I have been by!
Big Squishy Hugs, Kat
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I got your number a-hole. My preemptive strike when LaLa said her ears hurt yesterday lead to a feverless diagnosis of her double ear infection. She is back at school, feels fine, and is on her antibiotics.
Take That Egg and Suck On It, Kat
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Dear ER Doc #1,
I'm not going to say you missed KiKi's ear infection and I'm not going to say you didn't. Let's just say after three days of a 103-104.7 temperature I had to go BACK to the ER to get a diagnosis. Don't worry, your cute English accent and grandfatherly like ways completely saved your backside on this one.
Forgiven, Kat
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Dear ER Doc Numero Dos,
Thanks for being so awesome. You not only found the problem, but you were kind enough NOT to mention the fact we had just been to the ER a couple of nights before. I know I should have made an appointment with KiKi's PCM (Primary Care Manager)(which your front desk attendant had NO PROBLEM chiding me for), but she would act fine during the day and then her temp would sore at night. Not only were you understanding, but because you have a child her age you were completely great with your bedside manner with her. You didn't talk down to her, but you explained in terms she would understand. Grade on your performance: A+.
Thank You, Kat
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Dear KiKi and LaLa,
I know you are sick and all that jazz, but I think you are forgetting a few rules that we must follow while Daddy is gone.
#1- I am the Mom, I am in charge.
#2- When I say it is bedtime at 8pm, I don't mean 8:15, 8:20, 8:45 or 9. I mean 8. That means get your hind quarters into bed, close your eyes and go to sleep.
#3- Hamburger Helper is an acceptable meal option for all meals. Don't complain about what is set in front of you, it could be worse.
#4- Talk back to me and end up in time out. (This is to you LaLa)
#5-If you make a mess, clean it up.
See now if we follow these rules everything will run a lot more smoothly.
Love, That Crazy Woman You Call Your Mother
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Dear Local Friends,
You have been a godsend. Thank you so much.
*Big Puffy Hearts*, Kat
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Dear Dad,
I promise next time I am too busy to write I will warn you.
LOL, Kat
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Dear Joanie,
Did it live up to your expectations??
*smooches* Kat
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Dear Readers,
If you have letters you would like to get out into the open, please leave a link!! I love reading all your letters, even if I don't comment, believe me, I have been by!
Big Squishy Hugs, Kat
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Thursday, January 21, 2010
I'm Not Dead Yet
Ok, so here's the deal. KiKi is sick. Like she has been running a fever of about 104 for the past 3 days sick. First ER trip on Monday netted me a WHOLE BOTTLE OF TYLENOL. Yeah, that did me a lot of good. Finally couldn't stand it last night and took her back in, Found out that she has a "significant" ear infection. Landed her some antibiotics and more fever reducing medications (Tylenol and Motrin). Now I just have to get over my phobia of her Amoxycyllan (allergic to it) manage the fever and make her feel better. ALSO, LaLa woke up screaming last night that her ears hurt, so 1:45pm appointment with the pediatrician for us today. Now, don't you feel a whole bunch more informed on where I have been.
Topics to Soon Be Covered:
Why it is wrong to put corn on pizza
How I read four books in two days
LaLa's strange request to start eating school lunches
LaLa now calls dessert "pudding" now
Topics to Soon Be Covered:
Why it is wrong to put corn on pizza
How I read four books in two days
LaLa's strange request to start eating school lunches
LaLa now calls dessert "pudding" now
Friday, January 15, 2010
Dear So and So...Idiots are Among Us!
Dear Lady at the BX,
Pajama pants are meant for bed, not the public. I don't even go out to the bus without changing into at least a pair of jeans, and I don't even have to leave my yard for that. When you wear such things it makes you look like you have just given up. I know, you probably have a baby at home and haven't showered in 3 days, but still, just a little effort please, for those who have to look at you.
Thanks in advance, Kat
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Dear Stupid Cow at Tesco,
If you see me and my three year old who is obviously going to be sitting in the trolly, don't take the dry one. Your purse can't feel the wetness on it's bottom, my kid can.
Grrr, Kat
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Dear Bus Driver,
I know we were late yesterday morning, but that doesn't give you the right to tell me off. It is the first time I have ever been late. It isn't like I was extremely late, I just had to get LaLa's coat on and send her out the door.
Cut Us Some Slack, Kat
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Dear LaLa,
You can not fake sick. I am the master of the art and know a fake cough when I hear it. Nice try kid.
Love, Mom
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Dear Readers,
If you have some letters and need to get something off your chest, please leave your link with Mr. Linky. Have a fabulous weekend.
Love, Kat
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Thursday, January 14, 2010
Heartbreak
I sit, watching, feeling helpless. The devastation. The hurt. The sadness, soon to be replaced by anger. They had nothing at the start and are left with even less. Digging out of the rubble with their bare hands. A mother who has lost all four children when her home collapsed and then the last one died at the hospital. I can't imagine it, yet, I see the horrors of it plain as day on my television screen.
I fall into puddles of tears each time I turn on the television. I want to help, but have no means. So, I write. That is my part. This is what I can do. I can raise awareness.
There are countless places to donate to in order to help the people of Haiti. Here are a few very reputable charities who are active in the relief efforts for Haiti. If you can donate, please do. If you can't, raise awareness.
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