10 Days

Only 10 more days until we leave for Disney.  I think I have finally figured out how I am going to tell Kaci we are going.  Since our flight is early in the morning, I decided to tell her Sunday night (of course, now I won't be able to get her to fall asleep).  I bought her a new Cinderella dress (Sleeping Beauty is her favorite princess, but I didn't like the off-the-shoulder number they had, plus we're eating at Cinderella's castle so I thought it would be appropriate), I wrote a little poem full of clues about where we are going, and I'm going to get her a princess balloon.  I'm going to put it all inside of a large box wrapped in princess paper.  That way, when she opens it the balloon will float up and reveal the poem and dress.  There will also be a trail of new princess items (tiara, bracelets, necklace) leading her to the box to hopefully build some suspense.

Now I'm just hoping she'll react the way I envision.

17 Days

17 days...yep...just 17 more days and I am finding it harder and harder not to tell Kaci we are going to the place where dreams come true.  Now off to research how I exactly I am going to surprise her.

A to Z

I saw this on my friend's cousin's blog (makes me think of that scene from Ferris Bueller's Day Off...My best friend's sister's boyfriend's brother's girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid...you get the point) and thought it was a cute idea, so I thought I'd give it a shot.

A {age} 32

B {bed size} queen

C {chore you hate} cleaning floors

D {dogs} 1 shih tzu named Bella

E {essential start to your day} shower

F {favorite color} black is my favorite to wear

G {gold or silver} white gold

H {height} 5'1

I {instrument you play} I played the flute and piccolo in middle/high school

J {job title} I get paid to be a teacher, but I'm also a mom, wife, chef, chauffeur, maid...you get the point

K {kids} 4-Kaci, Kelsey, Jordan, Justin

L {live} Northern Kentucky

M {maiden name} Zacharias

N {nickname} don't really have any

O {overnight hospital stays} when I had a c-section

P {pet peeve} when people leave the lights on and they aren't in the room, when they burp and don't say excuse me

Q {quote} God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and wisdom to know the difference

R {righty or lefty} righty

S {siblings} little sister, Becky

T {time you wake up} Ugh, I hate waking up!  On school days, I wake up at 6:45

U {universities} Miami University (undergrad), Northern Kentucky University (grad)

V {vegetable you hate} cooked spinach

W {what makes you run late} not wanting to wake up and Kaci moving slowly

X {x-rays you've had} teeth (at the dentist), ankle (high school injury)

Y {yummy food} tacos, pizza, Coke-a-Cola

Z {zoo animal favorites} monkeys

Beware of the Little White Pill

See this pill?

Know what it is?  Does this help?

Please beware of this little white pill.  This stupid sleeping pill resulted in a 911 call from my home this weekend.

Jim was prescribed this medication months ago and he was very leery to take it because of all the side effects associated with it.  I even have a friend who had suffered from hallucinations while taking it.  Well, his Advil PM wasn't cutting it so he decided to give it a try Sunday night.  Bad idea...Terrible idea...Horrible idea...100% the wrong decision.

At 2:00 AM, Jim came down the stairs with his shirt on backwards, shoes on his feet, and was carrying a baseball bat.  I myself have been suffering from terrible insomnia so I was still awake on the couch working on schoolwork.  He gave me the blankest stare when I asked him what he was doing.  Next thing I know, he's out the front door and began roaming the streets.  I tried to chase him down, but he had no clue who I was and kept swinging his bat talking about the 'people' he had to get.  I ran back in the house, checked on Kaci and woke up Kelsey.  We proceeded to try to drag him back to the house and when he still wasn't coherent, I sent Kelsey back to call 911.  Six minutes later, an officer (whom Jim knows) showed up and managed to get the bat away from him.  Next came the life squad and took him away on a stretcher.

At some point in the squad, he began to come back to himself but had no clue how he got there and what had happened.  Lab work at the hospital showed nothing, so the prognosis was a bad reaction to the medication and at 7:00 AM he was finally discharged.  The little white pills were disposed of at the hospital.  No way were they coming back into my house.

So, let this be a lesson to you all.  The little white pills are bad, bad news.