Feeling odd today. I don't know were the day went to. I am glad it was uneventful at work though, if you read my last post you would know that major bloodshed and calling 911 while at work is not my cup of tea. I am trained for that stuff being first aide and cpr certified and all but still, I didn't think I would have to use it. Poor kid ended up getting stitches, and he showed them to me proudly today. I joked with him and told him.. "aren't you glad I called 911?" he giggles and says "yeah." Good kid. He was in shock when the paramedics arrived and was telling me he didn't want to go. Horror movie gore is weird when it's for real, time slows down....... and you have to stop the bleeding, and do what you have to do.....

Anyways I love this cartoon, and isn't it true??? haha. Have a great evening.

Ok so on Thursday I went to work and had some high school students come in and tutor the kids with their homework. After that we had the kids in the gym. Well........... they were playing soccer. One of the boys was running and looking down and dribbling the ball between his feet. He didn't see the metal box on the wall surrounding the fire alarm lever.... he ran his head into it HARD. Horror movie blood running down the front of his face, he was in pain and shock. He got the very crown of his head real good. I had to  give first aide and call 911. After they got him into the ambulance and all the blinking lights in town left and he got to the hospital his mother called me and said the paramedics told her that I did everything just perfectly.

Turns out he got 3 stitches and then yesterday he was back at school with bragging rights!    I am so glad he was ok. I was so worried all night. I am glad I called 911. Had I not, he would have gone to the ER later and I would be in trouble for not calling...... I guess I work well in traumatic situations. Everything slows down and I am thinking clear on what to do next.

So yesterday... we didn't go to the gym and we had a nice time doing Halloween type things and watching the Wizard of Oz until all the kids were picked up. It was a pretty good day.

Today I picked up my new glasses and we are waiting for hubby to get home. Later we are going to get Rhiannon dressed up for trick or treating.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN PEOPLE!!!!!

This was originally a chain letter. But I do believe we learn and get meaning from many different places. This story maybe fictional who knows, but I think it is beautiful all the same.

--Amanda

DAD'S STORY

On July 22nd I was in route to Washington , DC for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr.  Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately.   I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if he were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk.  

When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, "Mr.   
Glenn, there is an emergency at your home. I do not know what the emergency is, or w ho is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital."  My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over. Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes, and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.  

By t he time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart.  They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crushed. After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.

The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying s o still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream. I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any damage.

Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before.  

Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken. He said, "Daddy hold me" and he reached for me with his little arms.  

[TEAR BREAK...smile]


By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine, we took Brian home, we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father th at comes to those who brush death so closely.  

In the days that followed there was a special spirit about our home. Our two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family Life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused, and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.  

The story is not over (smile)!  

Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, "Sit down Mommy.. I have something to tell you." At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed , and he began his sacred and remarkable story.  

"Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you, but you couldn't hear me. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad And then the 'birdies' came."  

"The birdies?" my wife asked puzzled.  

"Yes," he replied. "The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage. They took care of me."

"They did?"  

"Yes," he said. "One of the birdies came and got you. She came to tell you "I got stuck under the door." A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air. My wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as "birdies" because they were up in the air like birds that fly.. "What did the birdies look like?" she asked  

Brian answered, "They were so beautiful. They w e re dressed in white, all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white."

"Did they say anything?"  

"Yes," he answered. "They told me the baby would be all right."

"The baby?" my wife asked confused.  

Brian answered. "The baby laying on the garage floor." He went on, "You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave."  

My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed chest whispered, "Don't leave us Brian, please stay if you can." As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left His body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form.. "Then what happened?" she asked.  

"We went on a trip," he said, "far, far away." He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words for. My w if e tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but finding the words was difficult.  

"We flew so fast up in the air. They're so pretty Mommy," he added.  

"And there are lots and lots of birdies." My wife was stunned Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known. Brian went on to tell her that the "birdies" had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the "birdies." He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck, and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay. The story went on f or an hour.  

He taught us that "birdies" were always with us, but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart). They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much. Brian continued, stating, "I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan.. Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much."

In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it, again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies.  

Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the "birdies." Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled. Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be  

You have just been sent an Angel to watch over you. Some people come into our lives and quickly go...Some people become friends and stay a while...leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts ... and we are never quite the same because we have made a good friend!!

Lilly

Check out this ghost story! It might be a good read and you may be able to see it on TV. Have a great Monday all! This has to be better than my last Monday.

scariest hauntings of all time

Have fun reading this!!! I just love this stuff!

how about a nice Friday laugh???---Amanda

I have such a bad a day I could just cry. I went to work this morning and right before the bell rang for the kids to file in to line up for their classes an Et girl of mine ripped her toe open massively. Blood gushing---- the kids are all coming in and PE teacher notices me with her and my first aide kit out. He said "you stay here and I will walk her down to the nurse". I thought this was good since school has started and I would not be able to keep her there with me since it was so bad. Well I walk her things to her in the nurses office on my way out of the building to get bombarded by an office staff lady yelling at me about how the nurse wasn't there yet and how I should have taken care of this myself. She really was yelling at me. All I could tell her was that it was so close to the bell and since school was in session then the PE teacher and I thought the nurse was the right thing to do. --- I called my boss and told her everything.

On to the next thing now. On the 15th our taxes were due to the IRS and my hubby took the forms to the post just before 6pm. The website said they were open until 6...wrong they were closed at 5. the envelopes got sent back to our house with insufficient postage because hubby dropped them in the slot since it was closed. I took them back to the post today to see what was going on with their hours of operation and why it took them so long to get back to our house????? All the manger could tell me was is that they were open blah blah blah..... I got copies made of the envelopes with the return to sender stickers on them, what good that will do I don't know.....

And then I went to Insurance agency for our house insurance. We were ordered to get our front porch steps fixed so we don't have our insurance canceled. I took the pictures over to the guy in person today and he says he didn't know the company wanted us to do other things as well as the steps. We are going to loose the insurance now because we don't have the railings done for the steps and we haven't re-shingled and area on the roof nor have we power washed the moss off of one part of our roof..... we weren't told about these other things.

Also last but not least somehow my entire iPhoto Album has been erased. over a years worth of pictures just gone POOF. I have no idea how or when in the last week this happened. I could just cry right now the stress and tension is crazy and all of this happened in one day in the course of 2 or 3 hours.

I need to relax bad and get my mind off of things and I though blogging about it would help... I hope it does.

This weekend has been interesting at best. On Friday I went and got a flu shot. They don't use the active live flu anymore. They use a synthetic one made with egg. So they told me that I might get a fever and thats all if anything that will affect me. Now my mother used to get the flu every year when she got her old kind of shots. She would be so sick with the flu she would be out of work for several days if not a week. So I have been real hesitant on getting the shot for many years. This year I broke down and did it, especially with the swine flu going around and since I work with kids everyday. Ok so here is how this new kind of shot affected me.....  I got the shot at 9:30am since they told me they were running out and i needed to go in then... off I went to get my shot. I went to work at 2:30 and by 5-6pm I was very useless and glad I had another worker with me. I could barely clean up so we could leave. I was starting to be feverish. I went to bed early. On saturday I had a fever of 100. something and layed around a lot and by evening my stomach and back were in serious pain. Today this morning i came downstairs and slipped/fell down the stairs... then I was dropping things all day like my fingers would not work. Then recently my back was hurting again.. mild flu like symptoms from the shot that was supposed to do nothing to me...... yeah right. I have gotten a lot sleep though but i didn't expect to get the symptoms that I did when other people have no side effects. Also we have been rebuilding the front steps to our house and that has been time consuming. Lately I feel like I have been running a rat race and I am tired dang it.

Also we sent out our taxes on the 15th and the website for our post office said they were open and Bradley went there and they were closed and hour earlier. So he had to put the envelopes in the slot. Well it took them 2 days to get back to us saying insufficient postage. WTF? they should have sent them on to the IRS and if not they should have made it back here quicker than 2 days later. I need to go to the post tomorrow and talk to them about this and see what they can do for me. Back date them or something??? I am a bit pissed off right now. time sensitive material they are monkeying around with us. Well I have no idea right now except but to go there tomorrow and see what they say..... rrrrrgh.

I am feeling a bit better now since the flu shot finally but it pretty much ruined my weekend. I hope everyone else had a great one though..... take care all.

This is too good not to read, especially if you thought ghosts didn't exist! This happened about a month ago just outside of Stoughton, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real. This out of state traveler was on the side of the road, hitchhiking on a real dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped. Wanting a ride real bad the guy jumped into the car and closed the door; only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel, and no sound of an engine to be heard over the rain. Again the car crept slowly forward and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and began begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into a nearby lake and he would surely drown! But just before the curve a shadowy figure appeared at the driver's window and a hand reached in and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Then, just as silently, the hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker was alone again! Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran and ran, into town, into Stoughton. Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two shots of whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural experience. A silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth (and was not just some drunk). About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to the other, "Look Ole, ders dat idiot dat rode in our car when we wuz pushin it in da rain."


hahahaha......

It's a long weekend and Friday I was cleaning house in preparation of my hubbys Bday party.  I walked around all day long picking up and cleaning. A friend of ours I will call her K, offered to come over and keep me company and help a little. I was looking forward to that but knew that I should do the hard yucky stuff. So i was busy all day long cleaning and decided she could keep me company while I dust out the big cario cabinet. Just dusting light easy you know. Well she was having troubles with errands and came over in the evening and that was ok. She told me she would come over the next day early before the party and help me since she was too tired to right then since it was so late. I was like thats perfectly ok. Well yesterday morning I woke up early and started baking the cake and doing the last picking up and decorating and decided I would do the cabinet slowly and so I put on some good music and did the dusting and sorting all by myself. I heard nothing from K, all day long. I decided I would not call her and be a nuisance, I just let it fly. Well I got everything done by myself and the party started at 3. By 4 we had a houseful and no sign of K. I finally called and left a nice message and asked of she was still planning on coming. I still heard nothing. Then around 8pm some good friends showed up that wanted to see her too and so I had C. call her. Nothing...... she left a message and we then heard nothing the whole night.

Well today I feel like K. disrespected me. Should I feel this way? Is it wrong of me to feel like I was let down? She lives 5 minutes from me and didn't even bother to call me and tell me her change of plans. It's now Sunday and I still have heard NOTHING. I am kind of pissed off. I mean to offer me the assistance no matter how little, I was looking forward to it even if she didn't help me and just hung out. I must not be a good enough friend to her to be treated with respect. I would not have been mad at her her for changing plans at all. It would be respectful to call me and let me know. I mean I did everything myself anyway. I was just looking forward to the company. I would never get anyones hopes up and then pull a no show and not even call or even answer my phone. Was that shitty of her or am I just being a drama queen?