Remember this post? Well, I'm still figuring things out on my car. We went about two weeks before we figured out how to have the dome lights come on when you open the door. I know, we're quick.
One of the great technological gadgets on this car tells you how much farther I can go on the tank of gas I have. It will tell you all sorts of other things, too. I leave the gadget on the range setting so I know when to get gas. That seems pretty important.
Yesterday was another one of those 100 degree days. I walked around downtown in this weather for school. (Yeah, it sucks.) I sat through 75 minutes of a crazy professor. (She puts her lipstick above her lips.) I stopped by my husband's army post to register my car and get a new ID. I spent an hour at home before leaving for work. We cut and pinned flags for 2 hours then I stood outside with a bunch of high school kids for two and a half hours. Basically it was one of those days.
When I got to the school for practice the car said I could go 36 miles. Plenty to take my nephew home and get to the gas station. After practice the car said the range was low. What exactly does that mean. Low? How low?
After dropping my nephew off, I headed toward home which would take me by two gas stations. Less than one mile from the first station my car just quit. I RAN OUT OF GAS!!!! For the first time ever. I don't do things like that. Why didn't I just stop earlier in the day? Arrrggghhhh!!!
I pulled over as much as I could, which put the car leaning to the right quite a bit. I had left my cell phone in my husband's car earlier in the day. Wouldn't you know it. Luckily my car had it's own phone bulit in to it. I called my brother. I figured he would be faster than calling On-star.
He showed up, put a couple gallons gas in the tank and....the car still wouldn't start. The incline had all the gas on the wrong side. About that time a police car showed up and turned its lights on. Great. Could I be any more embarrassed? Of course, we had to pull my car off the incline into the road to see if it would start. During that time another police car showed up.
My brother was able to pull me on to the road and on the second try the car started. We drove the half mile to the gas station and I put 5 gallons in. I didn't fill up because that is probably the highest gas station. My brother was nice enough to call my husband and tell him what had happened. So when I got home I got the look and 20 questions.
Thank God yesterday is over. I bet I don't let my tank get below half again.
One of the great technological gadgets on this car tells you how much farther I can go on the tank of gas I have. It will tell you all sorts of other things, too. I leave the gadget on the range setting so I know when to get gas. That seems pretty important.
Yesterday was another one of those 100 degree days. I walked around downtown in this weather for school. (Yeah, it sucks.) I sat through 75 minutes of a crazy professor. (She puts her lipstick above her lips.) I stopped by my husband's army post to register my car and get a new ID. I spent an hour at home before leaving for work. We cut and pinned flags for 2 hours then I stood outside with a bunch of high school kids for two and a half hours. Basically it was one of those days.
When I got to the school for practice the car said I could go 36 miles. Plenty to take my nephew home and get to the gas station. After practice the car said the range was low. What exactly does that mean. Low? How low?
After dropping my nephew off, I headed toward home which would take me by two gas stations. Less than one mile from the first station my car just quit. I RAN OUT OF GAS!!!! For the first time ever. I don't do things like that. Why didn't I just stop earlier in the day? Arrrggghhhh!!!
I pulled over as much as I could, which put the car leaning to the right quite a bit. I had left my cell phone in my husband's car earlier in the day. Wouldn't you know it. Luckily my car had it's own phone bulit in to it. I called my brother. I figured he would be faster than calling On-star.
He showed up, put a couple gallons gas in the tank and....the car still wouldn't start. The incline had all the gas on the wrong side. About that time a police car showed up and turned its lights on. Great. Could I be any more embarrassed? Of course, we had to pull my car off the incline into the road to see if it would start. During that time another police car showed up.
My brother was able to pull me on to the road and on the second try the car started. We drove the half mile to the gas station and I put 5 gallons in. I didn't fill up because that is probably the highest gas station. My brother was nice enough to call my husband and tell him what had happened. So when I got home I got the look and 20 questions.
Thank God yesterday is over. I bet I don't let my tank get below half again.
Labels: new car
Posted
by Hedda on Friday, August 24, 2007
Finally, after 14 years, I have started my last semester in college. No, I haven't been in school the full 14 years. There were a couple of breaks in there.
This semester I have to do three group projects, a 30-page paper, and a 10 page paper. Both of the papers include a presentation. All this on top of working with the high school marching, taking care of a three year old, and trying to find a job.
I may not be around very much this semester. I mean, everyone needs a break, but I'm not sure how much time I will be able to find.
At least I know that December 16 I will graduate. Hopefully after that I will be able to take a vacation begore I start work.
Anyone want to write a paper for me?
This semester I have to do three group projects, a 30-page paper, and a 10 page paper. Both of the papers include a presentation. All this on top of working with the high school marching, taking care of a three year old, and trying to find a job.
I may not be around very much this semester. I mean, everyone needs a break, but I'm not sure how much time I will be able to find.
At least I know that December 16 I will graduate. Hopefully after that I will be able to take a vacation begore I start work.
Anyone want to write a paper for me?
Labels: school
Posted
by Hedda on Friday, August 24, 2007
What have I done? I have no idea what I'm doing. The color guard instructors with the band I work with have been looking for someone to sew the flags for this year. No one would help them.
When I was on color guard (a moment of insanity) we had to sew our own practice flags. While we were talking about the flags for this year I was told they were just simple rectangles. So what did I do? I said very proudly, "I can do that!!"
HA! I mean a really big HA!
They want a curved rectangle, a teardrop, and a flag that has stripes of different fabric. OMG!!
I can cross stitch with no problem. A bit different from using a sewing machine.
Today I went and picked up one of the fabrics. I took my ghetto pattern that we blew up from a picture in the fabric book and cut out the fabric. So far I have pinned the hem. It took 45 minutes. Is that normal?
I'm hoping to get one flag finished today. That will leave 59. I wonder if they need them this year.
Anyone have any suggestions for me?
Updated: It only took me 30 minutes to sew one flag. The girls are supposed to cut them out and pin them. That will make my job much easier. I'm still not so sure about the different colored strips.
When I was on color guard (a moment of insanity) we had to sew our own practice flags. While we were talking about the flags for this year I was told they were just simple rectangles. So what did I do? I said very proudly, "I can do that!!"
HA! I mean a really big HA!
They want a curved rectangle, a teardrop, and a flag that has stripes of different fabric. OMG!!
I can cross stitch with no problem. A bit different from using a sewing machine.
Today I went and picked up one of the fabrics. I took my ghetto pattern that we blew up from a picture in the fabric book and cut out the fabric. So far I have pinned the hem. It took 45 minutes. Is that normal?
I'm hoping to get one flag finished today. That will leave 59. I wonder if they need them this year.
Anyone have any suggestions for me?
Updated: It only took me 30 minutes to sew one flag. The girls are supposed to cut them out and pin them. That will make my job much easier. I'm still not so sure about the different colored strips.
Labels: me
Posted
by Hedda on Thursday, August 16, 2007
It's that time. I'm one of those people that plans their life as much as possible. More than anything I want to have a May baby. Although with my past, you really can't plan when a baby will come. (Due in November had the baby in September. Due in August had the baby in July.) So when I returned from band camp we started trying to get pregnant.
The first time we tried to get pregnant it took four months. The second time I was apparently very fertile. First time and bam we were pregnant.
This time we weren't so lucky. I swear I have the signs of pregnancy, but after two home tests I think it must be all in my head. So we wait another month. No big deal.
However, getting the negative result really put me in a bad mood. Odd. I know that getting pregnant can take a few months. I don't get it.
The first time we tried to get pregnant it took four months. The second time I was apparently very fertile. First time and bam we were pregnant.
This time we weren't so lucky. I swear I have the signs of pregnancy, but after two home tests I think it must be all in my head. So we wait another month. No big deal.
However, getting the negative result really put me in a bad mood. Odd. I know that getting pregnant can take a few months. I don't get it.
Labels: Baby #3
Posted
by Hedda on Monday, August 13, 2007
My brother was deployed today. He left for the Horn of Africa. Everyone keeps asking if that is a combat area. In fact it is. I'm not sure where he is going. Actually, neither is he. But this morning he got on a plan headed for Norfolk, VA and then hopped a military flight to Africa.
This is not the first time this war has affected me. My dh spent a year in Baghdad. He let when weeman was 6 months old. It was hard. This December my oldest nephew is deploying to Fallujah. I guess it's a good thing I support our troops and the war.
My brother and I haven't always gotten along. Most people say that when they are teenagers. I could say that until about 4 years ago. He was stationed in Seattle and met a wonderful woman. While he was there, I lost my first child. He called while I was in the hospital multiple times. I was amazed.
I helped plan their wedding. Never in my life had I been able to work with my brother without being insulted by him. He was very appreciative of everything I did.
He has 4 days to kill before he left. He came "home" to wait. Since I am out of school we were able to spend a lot of time together. I watched him repack all of his stuff from 5 bags to 3. I took him to find speakers to play his iPod on. We ate lunch together every day. Never once did we argue. And when I said goodbye to him last night (he left a 4 this morning) he said thanks for helping me with everything.
This is not the first time this war has affected me. My dh spent a year in Baghdad. He let when weeman was 6 months old. It was hard. This December my oldest nephew is deploying to Fallujah. I guess it's a good thing I support our troops and the war.
My brother and I haven't always gotten along. Most people say that when they are teenagers. I could say that until about 4 years ago. He was stationed in Seattle and met a wonderful woman. While he was there, I lost my first child. He called while I was in the hospital multiple times. I was amazed.
I helped plan their wedding. Never in my life had I been able to work with my brother without being insulted by him. He was very appreciative of everything I did.
He has 4 days to kill before he left. He came "home" to wait. Since I am out of school we were able to spend a lot of time together. I watched him repack all of his stuff from 5 bags to 3. I took him to find speakers to play his iPod on. We ate lunch together every day. Never once did we argue. And when I said goodbye to him last night (he left a 4 this morning) he said thanks for helping me with everything.
Sunday night the whole family went to dinner to say goodbye. My sister-in-law took a picture of all the boys. I have a really bad feeling about this deployment. I hope this in not the last picture I will have of him.
(top middle:wee man, middle row:Todd, Stephen, front row: Dad, Scott-deployed, dh)
Labels: family news, military
Posted
by Hedda on Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Wee man went to the doctor Wednesday for his 3 year well check.
He is 39 1/4 inches tall. That puts him in the 99th percentile.
He weighs 31.8 pounds. That puts him in the 50th percentile.
Apparently he is tall and skinny. No wonder I can't find clothes to fit him.
He is 39 1/4 inches tall. That puts him in the 99th percentile.
He weighs 31.8 pounds. That puts him in the 50th percentile.
Apparently he is tall and skinny. No wonder I can't find clothes to fit him.
Labels: wee man