Sunday, September 26, 2010

Week 4

1. Nothing to do, so one of my friends, my son and I decide to head to Bangor for a shopping day. We didn’t have much money, so it was more window shopping than anything. We went to the mall and a few other stores. Then drove to the Halloween store. We heard it was awesome. A little expensive, but worth it. Considering we LOVE Halloween, we decided to give it a try.
We head in the door, and my six year old stops dead in his tracks.
“Mum, this store looks scary.”
“Its all fake,” I say. “None of this is real, and most of it is made up. Kind of like unicorns and Spiderman.”
He shook his head nervously, as if to say okay, but I’m still weary.
We walk past the few really scary things and head to the children’s costumes. He wants to be the Mad Hatter this year. My friend Chelsea help me rifle through the costumes. Of course…nothing. I guess I’m going to have to make it this year.
Since us adults don’t dress up anymore for Halloween, we needn’t look at the adult costumes. We left and found a restaurant to get some grub.
 
2. Sitting around the house on a Sunday morning. Bored out of my mind. My phone rings. YES, it’s Chelsea! I chant in my head.
“You wanna go to Bangor and do a little shopping? Maybe go to the Halloween store?”
“Yes, I don’t have much money, but window shopping beats sitting here bored out of my mind. Hope you don’t mind if Riley comes….It’s so weird I was just gonna call you and see if you wanted to get together.”
“Great minds think alike! I’ll be down in a few to pick you guys up. K?”
“Okay, see you in a bit.”
After singing and talking with Riley for what seemed like days, we finally made it. Once in Bangor, we decided to head to the mall first. By the time we went to Sears, J.C Penney, The Children’s Place, Baby Gap, Dick’s Sporting Goods, Build-a-Bear and Bath & Body Works we decided we had had enough of the mall.
“Wanna go out to eat and to the Halloween store?”
“Woohoo, the Halloween store!” my six year old, Riley, yells. “Let’s go to the Halloween store, and then McDonalds!”
“Calm down Riley and sit down in your seat. Do you want to go to the Halloween store first Chels? I’m not that hungry right this minute, so it’s up to you…”
“Sure.”
As we walk in the door you could see machine made fog, bloody mannequins, and costumes galore. Riley stopped, mid step. He had very little hint of color in his face and he was latched on to my shirt pretty tightly.
“Umm Mum, this place looks scary. I don’t know if I like it.”
“It’s all fake Riley. See this guy? He’s plastic. Feel it. This blood? Its fake. Those alien things over there? There is no such thing. Kind of like Unicorns and Spiderman. They aren’t real, they’re made up. If you don‘t want to go in, we don‘t have too!”
He shook his head, and started his journey to the children’s costumes, but made sure he held my hand tightly the whole time. We all rifled through the costumes in the hopes that we would find a Mad Hatter one in Riley’s size. No such luck. He could be a princess, a brown dog, Super Man, or a whoopee cushion if he wanted…but no Mad Hatter. With a disappointed Riley, we leave and head to the Texas Roadhouse for dinner.


3. Sitting around the house on a Sunday morning. Bored out of my mind. My phone rings. Woohoo, it’s Chelsea! I say dancing around in the living room.
“You wanna go to Bangor and do a little shopping?
“Yes, I don’t have much money, but window shopping beats sitting here bored out of my mind. Hope you don’t mind if Riley comes….It’s so weird I was just gonna call you and see if you wanted to get together.”
“Great minds think alike! I’ll be down in a few to pick you guys up. K?”
“Okay, see you in a bit.”
After singing (or yelling; whichever you prefer to call it) and talking with Riley for what seemed like days, we finally made it. Once in Bangor, we decided to head to the mall first. By the time we went to Sears, J.C Penney, The Children’s Place, Baby Gap, Dick’s Sporting Goods, Build-a-Bear and Bath & Body Works we decided we had had enough of the mall. Exhausted, and very hungry we headed out.
“Wanna go out to eat and to the Halloween store?”
“Woohoo, the Halloween store!” my six year old, Riley, yells. “Let’s go to the Halloween store, and then McDonalds!”
“Riley if you don’t stop I‘ll leave you on the side of the road,” I laugh. ”Chelsea you wanna go to the Halloween store first, since Riley is super excited?”
“Sure.”
As we walk in the door you could see machine made fog, bloody mannequins, and costumes galore. Riley stopped, mid step. He had very little hint of color in his face and he was latched on to my shirt pretty tightly. He looked like he was gonna puke.
“Umm Mum, this place looks scary. I don’t know if I like it.”
“Don’t crap your pants, Riley”, Chelsea jokes. “I don’t wanna have to go to Wal-Mart and buy you new underwear.”
“It’s all fake Riley. See this guy? He’s plastic. Feel it. This blood? Its fake. Those alien things over there? There is no such thing. Kind of like Unicorns and Spiderman. They aren’t real, they’re made up. I don’t want you to have nightmares for a week, so if you wanna leave we can!”
Chelsea picked up a small skeleton, threw it at him. Trying to scare him.
He shook his head, and started his journey to the children’s costumes, but made sure he held my hand tightly the whole time. We all rifled through the costumes in the hopes that we would find a Mad Hatter one in Riley’s size. No such luck. He could be a princess, a brown dog, Super Man, or a whoopee cushion if he wanted…but no Mad Hatter.
“I wanna be a fart cushion!” Riley yells.
Bahaha “Seriously, Riley?”
“No, I was only tryin to make you laugh.” he giggled.
I looked at the price tag, “Fifty bucks, haha, yeah right!”
With a disappointed Riley, we leave and head to the Texas Roadhouse for dinner. On the way he started hysterically crying.
What’s wrong, buddy?”
“It was just scary and I keep thinking that those things are going to come to me in my dreams, and…I think I peed my pants….I didn‘t dare to ask if they had a bathroom, because I would‘ve had to go in by myself, scarrry”
Off to the store to buy more clothes, we go, then to Texas Roadhouse.


Not sure if this is what you were looking for. This was hard, and it sounded like a good topic when I started...not so much. haha



 
 

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Week 3-Set the Scene

Standing outside the restaurant, the bitter air blusters through my helmet, causing my skin to tingle and sting. The coldness has seemed to pervade through my many layers of clothes, making my finger and toes numb. Tiny, icicles start forming on my face shield as soon as I remove my helmet.
My tummy is obviously telling me there is something wrong. I cant wait to get inside and eat some food. It has only been about six hours, but It feels as though we haven’t eaten in days.
I think back; The ride was exhilarating. The ITS trails were amazing and freshly groomed.. The weather conditions were perfect. Everything glistened as the moon shone off the new fallen snow. The fresh cover of snow made the tree’s seem to hug the trail and give you a sense of comfort. Serenity was in the atmosphere….
“Are you guys ready to go in?”
I quit daydreaming.
“Of course we are Dad!”
“I’m not staying out here another minute, I’m ready to run to the door, I’m so cold!” says Chelsea
“I’d love to see you run in those boots and ski pants!” ha-ha ha
“Oh, shut up.” She said jokingly.
We walk in to the restaurant and go to sit down.
“Can I help you?” the waitress asks.
“Yeah, we would like some food. We are starving!”
“Oh I’m sorry, we closed five minutes ago,”
It was one of the most insincere apologies I had ever heard.
“What? I thought the sign said you were open until 11pm?”
“Oh, we usually are, but we decided to close early tonight since it‘s snowing.”
“So can we get anything? Something easy and fast to cook, maybe a hotdog?” Chelsea asked.
“Oh no, we already shut our grills off, but you can go to the store part. There is already made sandwiches out there for sale, but you better hurry, they are closing up also.”
We head to the store. The only sandwiches in the cooler case looked like they had been made 5 days ago, the cheese looked hard, the tomatoes brown, the pickles soggy, and the salami had left a permanent mark on the cheese. But we were so hungry. We made our purchase, trying not to think about how long they had set there. We got sodas (since the coffee was already dumped), sandwiches and a few snacks, and headed out the door.
As the store and restaurant closed up, we were made to stand outside and eat. It was so bitter even our tomatoes started freezing.
“This is nasty, what kind of store would sell something like this?”
“Never mind the sandwiches, what kind of person would make you eat outside in the freezing cold, have a friggen heart, stupid lady?”
“Did you guys see those deer on the ride up? They don’t seem to get spooked by anything, Dad said trying change the subject”
“Nate, who cares about deer? We still have a 6 hour ride home, and they wouldn’t even let us get warm…bastards!”
“Oh, we’ll make it, it’s not that cold out. If it was it wouldn’t be snowing.” he said as he grabbed my sandwich and took a huge bite.
“Yeah right Dad. My cheeks are burning. Are they red Chels?”
“Yeah, a little.”
“If it keeps snowing like this you are going to have to break trail, Ginger.”
“Awe, Dad, I hate breaking trail! Why can’t you do it?” I whined.
“We have been over this many times, Ginger. Your snow sled is made for it, and does a lot better job than mine. If it gets too hard, just pull over and I’ll switch sleds with you.”
“Alright,” I mouthed with a sarcastic tone. “I am chilled to the bone, lets go!”
We throw our trash away. I put my helmet on, find my gloves and pull my neck warmer up over my mouth, in hopes that it will keep my face from turning into a popsicle. We turn the hand and feet warmers on high, and start the sleds. I go first, as they follow. I hope I remember the way.
Down the trail we go, in hopes to find a place to warm up.
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Journal 7

9/13/2010
I went with my Mom to the vet today to put her dog down. It was the most horrible experience EVER! I have had animals put down, but nothing like this. To start; we had asked for Blizzard’s (The dog) actual veterinarian. We ended up with a lady, in which we had never met. We didn’t say anything because we had heard good things about her. Goes to show that you should never believe anything you hear. About 18 pricks, 3 vials of drugs and about 20 minutes later; he was finally gone. You don’t know how bad I wanted to take the needle and stick the vein myself. I have never had training with needles on animals, but I have had training on humans. I have confidence in knowing I could have handled the situation a little differently than she did. I am sure she could have had the other Vet come and help her. Then, to make matters worse; she wouldn’t shut up after and kept repeating herself. We don’t care why you couldn’t get the vein or why the first set of drugs didn’t work. We just want to go home. Remind me never to go there again in my life. I love you Mom, so sorry about Blizzard. Fifteen years is a great life for a dog though. RIP Blizzard
 

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Journal 5 and 6

9/11/2010


Had my doubts about God after my father died, but after Justin's heart problems the other day, and one of my best friends and her family hitting a moose today; someone had to have been looking down on them. Justin is home from the hospital and Jenn and her family don’t have a scratch on them. All they have is a freezer full of meat. Even the car is fine. All’s well in this house today. J

9/12/2010

Dear Coffee,

I think I made a mistake when I cut you from my diet. I know coffee and pregnancy don’t mix well, but I haven’t been pregnant in almost four months. I forgot how much I missed thee. Holy shit, I could type for hours. Well, maybe not. I could babble for days I think though. I need to move, I can’t sit still. I have nothing to do though, because you have made me clean uncontrollably for hours. I think tomorrow I may cut back a little on the caffeine intake. All I wanted to say is, thanks for coming back in to my life. I have missed you more than words can say!

Sincerely, Ginger

Friday, September 10, 2010

Journal 4

9/10/2010


Was in a crappy mood, but Natelee cheered me up. We were playing airplane and I not only got lambasted once, but twice with baby drool; right smack dab in the eye. Gross, but she made me smile (after I dug the drool out of my eyeball)! Have to do something to keep her happy, she's so uncomfortable.

I wrote this for the kiddos today:

My heart grows fonder every time they smile, cry, laugh, and every time I look in to their eyes. Time is going by so fast, and it makes me not want to blink, in fear I may miss a beat. I couldn't imagine losing a child, and my heart aches for anyone that has. I love you Riley and Natelee and couldn't imagine life without you! ♥

Oh, and I got this on my facebook today too. It made me smile:

I have to say you’re an amazing person Ginger! You care for your family so much and you work your ass off to make things better for your family! I just thought I should remind you!

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Journal Day 3

9/9/2010


I was thinking of you a lot today Dad while I was headed to visit our family that is up from Florida. On the way there right by your house one of the tapes you used to play when I was younger came on. “Every Rose has its thorns.” Made me smile and cry at the same time. I hope your okay and everything they say about after death is true.

I can’t believe it has been over a year since you have left us. We miss you so much. You would love your granddaughter. She is so amazing, has an exceptional personality and is growing so fast. Riley asks about you often. He picked out a star in the sky and says it’s you. It’s really a planet, but we won’t tell. J RIP Dad, we miss you so much.

P.S You would be so proud. Justin took Riley target practicing with his b.b gun and he loved it. He hit the target more times than he missed. He was having a hard time though, so we think we may have to buy him left handed guns; which kind of sucks, because he was going to inherit your guns when he got a little more responsible. Wish you were here, you were supposed to be the one teaching him how to shoot a gun…

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Writers Autobiography

First Person


Headed through the woods with my Nikon camera, and my favorite 70-300 lens attached, I snap photo after photo of bear, moose, trees, acorns, or even just the sky. I know how to stand, I know how to angle the camera, I know how to examine even the tiniest spectacle and maintain a good picture. As I step over twigs, between puddles or over the tallest grass I have no care in the world. It doesn’t matter who is looking over my shoulder or critiquing my every move. I ignore all that’s around, and focus on my passion; photography. All my worries and problems have been left behind, almost like the Sony Cybershot that I no longer desire. I have bigger and better.

Writing is nothing like photography; to me anyways. I need critiquing; I desire a better writing stance. I know my journals and poetry don’t compare to that of William Shakespeare, but I attempt to get A’s and try my hardest. If I am writing, please don’t look over my shoulder. I don’t have the confidence in writing as I do photography. I know in my blogs and journals I have mountains of room to grow, and I expect criticism.



Second Person

You are headed through the woods with your Nikon camera, and your favorite 70-300 lens attached. You snap photo after photo of bear, moose, trees, acorns, or even just the sky. You know how to stand, you know how to angle the camera, you know how to examine even the tiniest spectacle and maintain a good picture. As you step over twigs, between puddles or over the tallest grass you have no care in the world. It doesn’t matter who is looking over your shoulder or critiquing your every move. You ignore all that’s around, and focus on your passion; photography. All your worries and problems have been left behind, almost like the Sony Cybershot that you no longer desire. You have bigger and better.

Writing is nothing like photography; to you anyways. You need critiquing; you desire a better writing stance. You know your journals and poetry don’t compare to that of William Shakespeare, but you attempt to get A’s and try your hardest. If you are writing, hopefully nobody looks over your shoulder. You don’t have the confidence in writing as you do photography. You know in your blogs and journals you have mountains of room to grow, and you expect criticism.



Third Person

She was headed through the woods with her Nikon camera, and her favorite 70-300 lens attached, she snaps photo after photo of bear, moose, trees, acorns, or even just the sky. She knows how to stand, she knows how to angle the camera, she knows how to examine even the tiniest spectacle and maintain a good picture. As she steps over twigs, between puddles or over the tallest grass she has no care in the world. It doesn’t matter who is looking over her shoulder or critiquing her every move. She ignores all that’s around, and focus’ on her passion; photography. All her worries and problems have been left behind, almost like the Sony Cybershot that she no longer desires. She has bigger and better.

Writing is nothing like photography; to her anyways. She needs critiquing; she desires a better writing stance. She knows her journals and poetry don’t compare to that of William Shakespeare, but she attempts to get A’s and tries her hardest. If she is writing, please don’t look over her shoulder. She doesn’t have the confidence in writing as she does photography. She knows in her blogs and journals she has mountains of room to grow, and she expects criticism.

Journal

9/7/2010


I am hoping everything goes okay with the cardiology appointment next week, so we can have some income coming in to the household. We had to decide whether to buy food or pay the electric bill. Of course we bought some food and diapers so we can keep the kiddos healthy. It sucks to lose an income that large. If Justin doesn’t get cleared to go back to work I may have to quit school and find a full time job. Or try and juggle all of it. It is difficult to work, go to school and find time for your family. I hated it, but I had to do it the first two years I was taking classes. Everything was going great this year, so I got done work; which wasn’t worth it in the end anyways. Babysitters are expensive. So I’m keeping my fingers crossed that Justin will be released to work soon and we can resume our normal lives.



9/8/2010

So, we were riding in the car today and that old lady McDonalds sweet tea commercial came on. Riley says, "Does BFF mean best friend forever?" I said, "Yes" He says, "Then you’re my BFF!" I felt special for a minute until he started naming off everyone else and their brother that was his BFF. Way to ruin a good moment Riley! bahaha He says, “Your my BFF, Natelee's my BFF, Justin's my BFF, Daddy's my BFF, Nana's my BFF, Mema's my BFF, Pappy's my BFF, Bampy's my BFF, Cheryl's my BFF, Nykson and Ethan are my BFF's, Josh is my BFF, Hunter, Mason, Emmah and McKenna are my BFF, that guy that gave me 5 bucks is my BFF!” I heard this for about 10 minutes straight. God, I love him! 