Life has been busy...but not really! Nothing wild and crazy...just the regular minute-munching mundane activities....BUT I LOVE IT!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Life is SOOOOOOO Good!!!
Life has been busy...but not really! Nothing wild and crazy...just the regular minute-munching mundane activities....BUT I LOVE IT!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Long Over Due....
Well, this update has been a loooooooong time coming…yes, I am well aware of that!! Here’s the thing…after the birth of sweet little Brooks, we have been BUSY! So much fun and excitement (literally), bunches of running around…and of course taking care of two little boys, just does not leave me with much time to update my blog. But, for those of you out there in the blogosphere wondering what the heck is going on in the Moseley home…HERE YA GO….
Brooks was born Tuesday, July 20, 2010 at 10:18 am. Here’s how it all started…I was READY to get this kid out…I was right at 38 weeks and my feet were swollen to the size of my head, my back ached, I was tired…and just ready to be done with the whole pregnancy thing. Mom and I had been power walking the week before (you know, shake something loose) but the doctor had recently put me on bed rest due to my blood pressure shooting up. Well, after one weekend of bed rest, I just could NOT do it anymore…how was laying in a bed help progress this along? I had a doctor appt scheduled for 9:30 that morning, the word on the street was that if I hadn’t gone into labor yet the doctor was going to send me to the hospital to induce. I had gone to the pharmacy on Monday night and purchased Castor oil…just in case the doctor was not inclined to help me out ;). I went to work Monday and felt HORRIBLE…so I told my boss-lady that I would not be coming in on Tuesday (day of the dr appt)…and that she can probably plan on not seeing me again for at least 6 weeks….
Tuesday morning, Mom hauls me out of bed at 7 am to go on a 3 mile power walk…I had been having minor contractions all morning…but nothing that really bothered me or came with any sort of regularity. That started to change about half-way through our walk. My power walk started to turn into a crawl when I started having pretty regular contractions…they were still about 8-10 minutes apart and they weren’t hurting all that bad. We got home from our walk at about 8 am, and I took a shower…at this point, the contractions were starting to get uncomfortable…I could not walk through them and I was starting to sweat. Mom came in the room while I was getting dressed, took one look at me and said she was going to drive me to my appointment.
We got to the doctor’s office at 9:15…at this point, the contractions were coming pretty quick and I could not stand to sit down AT ALL! I paced the entire 10 minutes I waited to see my doctor…and I was white-knuckling Ronnie’s hand the ENTIRE time. The doctor put me up on the examination table to check me out and she said, “Girl! You are dilated 7 ½ almost 8 centimeters! We are having the baby today!! Go over to the hospital (which was literally right across the street) and check yourself in. I’ll be over shortly.” I was SO excited…and Ronnie and Mom were both about to jump out of their skin with excitement. The next few minutes were a blur of pain, activity, and signing forms…I got to the hospital at 10:00…the lady at the front dropped the clipboard and her pen while she was FRANTICALLY trying to get me signed in for a wheelchair…I felt like there was a head poking out and this woman is driving me nuts with getting me to sign a form to ride in a freakin’ wheelchair!!!
Finally, we get the wheelchair issue worked out and they carry me to the 2nd floor…wheel me into a room and make me stand up and get naked so they can put a gown on me…it is REALLY hard to get naked when you have contractions doubling you over every 2 minutes…just sayin’…plus, they are asking me to sign forms…CRAZINESS!!! They finally put me in the bed and say they are getting the anesthesiologist to come and give me my epidural….ha ha ha…joke is on me, you see…when they give you an epidural, you have to curl up into a ball and hold VERY still so they can insert the needle into your spine…have you ever tried to curl up in a ball and hold very still while your entire mid-section is cramping up?!?! It ain’t gonna happen…and the idiot anesthesiologist cannot see past his own paycheck to get out of the way and just let me roll over and have the baby!! But, I digress, finally my Mom pushes him out of the way and says, “Even if you get that needle in…that baby is going to be out before it takes effect! Just move and let me help her!”…Gotta love the Momma who has done natural childbirth for 5 out of 6 of her own births and coached several other women through it!! I don’t know how well I would have done without her. Finally, they rolled me over…I pushed 2 ½ times and the little guy came FLYING out…seriously, the doctor nearly didn’t catch him! But it was the most wonderful feeling when they laid him on my chest and informed me that he was perfect (like I didn’t already know!!)…I wasn’t tired or groggy…in fact, I felt completely energized, like I had just climbed a mountain and was staring out over the beautiful scenery. It was simply amazing! Checked into the hospital at 10:00 am...had a new baby boy in my arms at 10: 18! And I NEVER thought I would be able to do that without some serious medication!
That night, I spent a lot of time thanking my Heavenly Father for the wonderful gift and experience he had given me!
Brooks was born Tuesday, July 20, 2010 at 10:18 am. Here’s how it all started…I was READY to get this kid out…I was right at 38 weeks and my feet were swollen to the size of my head, my back ached, I was tired…and just ready to be done with the whole pregnancy thing. Mom and I had been power walking the week before (you know, shake something loose) but the doctor had recently put me on bed rest due to my blood pressure shooting up. Well, after one weekend of bed rest, I just could NOT do it anymore…how was laying in a bed help progress this along? I had a doctor appt scheduled for 9:30 that morning, the word on the street was that if I hadn’t gone into labor yet the doctor was going to send me to the hospital to induce. I had gone to the pharmacy on Monday night and purchased Castor oil…just in case the doctor was not inclined to help me out ;). I went to work Monday and felt HORRIBLE…so I told my boss-lady that I would not be coming in on Tuesday (day of the dr appt)…and that she can probably plan on not seeing me again for at least 6 weeks….
Tuesday morning, Mom hauls me out of bed at 7 am to go on a 3 mile power walk…I had been having minor contractions all morning…but nothing that really bothered me or came with any sort of regularity. That started to change about half-way through our walk. My power walk started to turn into a crawl when I started having pretty regular contractions…they were still about 8-10 minutes apart and they weren’t hurting all that bad. We got home from our walk at about 8 am, and I took a shower…at this point, the contractions were starting to get uncomfortable…I could not walk through them and I was starting to sweat. Mom came in the room while I was getting dressed, took one look at me and said she was going to drive me to my appointment.
We got to the doctor’s office at 9:15…at this point, the contractions were coming pretty quick and I could not stand to sit down AT ALL! I paced the entire 10 minutes I waited to see my doctor…and I was white-knuckling Ronnie’s hand the ENTIRE time. The doctor put me up on the examination table to check me out and she said, “Girl! You are dilated 7 ½ almost 8 centimeters! We are having the baby today!! Go over to the hospital (which was literally right across the street) and check yourself in. I’ll be over shortly.” I was SO excited…and Ronnie and Mom were both about to jump out of their skin with excitement. The next few minutes were a blur of pain, activity, and signing forms…I got to the hospital at 10:00…the lady at the front dropped the clipboard and her pen while she was FRANTICALLY trying to get me signed in for a wheelchair…I felt like there was a head poking out and this woman is driving me nuts with getting me to sign a form to ride in a freakin’ wheelchair!!!
Finally, we get the wheelchair issue worked out and they carry me to the 2nd floor…wheel me into a room and make me stand up and get naked so they can put a gown on me…it is REALLY hard to get naked when you have contractions doubling you over every 2 minutes…just sayin’…plus, they are asking me to sign forms…CRAZINESS!!! They finally put me in the bed and say they are getting the anesthesiologist to come and give me my epidural….ha ha ha…joke is on me, you see…when they give you an epidural, you have to curl up into a ball and hold VERY still so they can insert the needle into your spine…have you ever tried to curl up in a ball and hold very still while your entire mid-section is cramping up?!?! It ain’t gonna happen…and the idiot anesthesiologist cannot see past his own paycheck to get out of the way and just let me roll over and have the baby!! But, I digress, finally my Mom pushes him out of the way and says, “Even if you get that needle in…that baby is going to be out before it takes effect! Just move and let me help her!”…Gotta love the Momma who has done natural childbirth for 5 out of 6 of her own births and coached several other women through it!! I don’t know how well I would have done without her. Finally, they rolled me over…I pushed 2 ½ times and the little guy came FLYING out…seriously, the doctor nearly didn’t catch him! But it was the most wonderful feeling when they laid him on my chest and informed me that he was perfect (like I didn’t already know!!)…I wasn’t tired or groggy…in fact, I felt completely energized, like I had just climbed a mountain and was staring out over the beautiful scenery. It was simply amazing! Checked into the hospital at 10:00 am...had a new baby boy in my arms at 10: 18! And I NEVER thought I would be able to do that without some serious medication!
That night, I spent a lot of time thanking my Heavenly Father for the wonderful gift and experience he had given me!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Welcome Home!
We have a new baby boy...Brooks Grayson Moseley was born at 10:18 am on July 20, 2010! He was 7 lbs 2 oz, and 19 inches long.
Little little stinker came so fast, I didn't even have time to get an epidural! But, it turned out really well...and I am eternally grateful for that!
Little little stinker came so fast, I didn't even have time to get an epidural! But, it turned out really well...and I am eternally grateful for that!
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Do you...
Ever feel like you have WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too much going on at one time...but there is not a damn thing you can do about it!??!!? I'm having one of those periods in life...and I would give ANYTHING for a nice, long, relaxing vacation....
But that just ain't in the cards.
But that just ain't in the cards.
Monday, May 3, 2010
American Thinker: A Stranger in our Midst by Robert Weissberg
As the Obama administration enters its second year, I -- and undoubtedly millions of others -- have struggled to develop a shorthand term that captures our emotional unease. Defining this discomfort is tricky. I reject nearly the entire Obama agenda, but the term "being opposed" lacks an emotional punch. Nor do terms like "worried" or "anxious" apply. I was more worried about America's future during the Johnson or Carter years, so it's not that dictionary, either. Nor, for that matter, is this about backroom odious deal-making and pork, which are endemic in American politics.
After auditioning countless political terms, I finally realized that the Obama administration and its congressional collaborators almost resemble a foreign occupying force, a coterie of politically and culturally non-indigenous leaders whose rule contravenes local values rooted in our national tradition. It is as if the United States has been occupied by a foreign power, and this transcends policy objections. It is not about Obama's birthplace. It is not about race, either; millions of white Americans have had black mayors and black governors, and this unease about out-of-synch values never surfaced.
The term I settled on is "alien rule" -- based on outsider values, regardless of policy benefits -- that generates agitation. This is what bloody anti-colonial strife was all about. No doubt, millions of Indians and Africans probably grasped that expelling the British guaranteed economic ruin and even worse governance, but at least the mess would be their mess. Just travel to Afghanistan and witness American military commanders' efforts to enlist tribal elders with promises of roads, clean water, dental clinics, and all else that America can freely provide. Many of these elders probably privately prefer abject poverty to foreign occupation since it would be their poverty, run by their people, according to their sensibilities.
This disquiet was a slow realization. Awareness began with Obama's odd pre-presidency associations, decades of being oblivious to Rev. Wright's anti-American ranting, his enduring friendship with the terrorist guy-in-the-neighborhood Bill Ayers, and the Saul Alinsky-flavored anti-capitalist community activism. Further add a hazy personal background -- an Indonesian childhood, shifting official names, and a paperless-trail climb through elite educational institutions.
None of this disqualified Obama from the presidency; rather, this background just doesn't fit with the conventional political résumé. It is just the "outsider?" quality that alarms. For all the yammering about George W. Bush's privileged background, his made-in-the-USA persona was absolutely indisputable. John McCain might be embarrassed about his Naval Academy class rank and iffy combat performance, but there was never any doubt of his authenticity. Countless conservatives despised Bill Clinton, but nobody ever, ever doubted his good-old-boy American bonafides.
The suspicion that Obama is an outsider, a figure who really doesn't "get" America, grew clearer from his initial appointments. What "native" would appoint Kevin Jennings, a militant gay activist, to oversee school safety? Or permit a Marxist rabble-rouser to be a "green jobs czar"? How about an Attorney General who began by accusing Americans of cowardice when it comes to discussing race? And who can forget Obama's weird defense of his pal Louis Henry Gates from "racist" Cambridge, Massachusetts cops? If the American Revolution had never occurred and the Queen had appointed Obama Royal Governor (after his distinguished service in Kenya), a trusted locally attuned aide would have first whispered in his ear, "Mr. Governor General, here in America, we do not automatically assume that the police were at fault," and the day would have been saved.
And then there's the "we are sorry, we'll never be arrogant again" rhetoric seemingly designed for a future President of the World election campaign. What made Obama's Cairo utterances so distressing was how they grated on American cultural sensibilities. And he just doesn't notice, perhaps akin to never hearing Rev. Wright anti-American diatribes. An American president does not pander to third-world audiences by lying about the Muslim contribution to America. Imagine Ronald Reagan, or any past American president, trying to win friends by apologizing. This appeal contravenes our national character and far exceeds a momentary embarrassment about garbled syntax or poor delivery. Then there's Obama's bizarre, totally unnecessary deep bowing to foreign potentates. Americans look foreign leaders squarely in the eye and firmly shake hands; we don't bow.
But far worse is Obama's tone-deafness about American government. How can any ordinary American, even a traditional liberal, believe that jamming through unpopular, debt-expanding legislation that consumes one-sixth of our GDP, sometimes with sly side-payments and with a thin majority, will eventually be judged legitimate? This is third-world, maximum-leader-style politics. That the legislation was barely understood even by its defenders and vehemently championed by a representative of that typical American city, San Francisco, only exacerbates the strangeness. And now President Obama sides with illegal aliens over the State of Arizona, which seeks to enforce the federal immigration law to protect American citizens from marauding drug gangs and other miscreants streaming in across the Mexican border.
Reciprocal public disengagement from President Obama is strongly suggested by recent poll data on public trust in government. According to a recent Pew report, only 22% of those asked trust the government always or most of the time, among the lowest figures in half a century. And while pro-government support has been slipping for decades, the Obama presidency has sharply exacerbated this drop. To be sure, many factors (in particular the economic downturn) contribute to this decline, but remember that Obama was recently elected by an often wildly enthusiastic popular majority. The collapse of trust undoubtedly transcends policy quibbles or a sluggish economy -- it is far more consistent with a deeper alienation.
Perhaps the clearest evidence for this "foreigner in our midst" mentality is the name given our resistance -- tea parties, an image that instantly invokes the American struggle against George III, a clueless foreign ruler from central casting. This history-laden label was hardly predetermined, but it instantly stuck (as did the election of Sen. Scott Brown as "the shot heard around the world" and tea partiers dressing up in colonial-era costumes). Perhaps subconsciously, Obama does remind Americans of when the U.S. was really occupied by a foreign power. A Declaration of Independence passage may still resonate: "HE [George III] has erected a Multitude of new Offices [Czars], and sent hither Swarms of Officers [recently hired IRS agents] to harass our People, and eat out the Substance." What's next?
After auditioning countless political terms, I finally realized that the Obama administration and its congressional collaborators almost resemble a foreign occupying force, a coterie of politically and culturally non-indigenous leaders whose rule contravenes local values rooted in our national tradition. It is as if the United States has been occupied by a foreign power, and this transcends policy objections. It is not about Obama's birthplace. It is not about race, either; millions of white Americans have had black mayors and black governors, and this unease about out-of-synch values never surfaced.
The term I settled on is "alien rule" -- based on outsider values, regardless of policy benefits -- that generates agitation. This is what bloody anti-colonial strife was all about. No doubt, millions of Indians and Africans probably grasped that expelling the British guaranteed economic ruin and even worse governance, but at least the mess would be their mess. Just travel to Afghanistan and witness American military commanders' efforts to enlist tribal elders with promises of roads, clean water, dental clinics, and all else that America can freely provide. Many of these elders probably privately prefer abject poverty to foreign occupation since it would be their poverty, run by their people, according to their sensibilities.
This disquiet was a slow realization. Awareness began with Obama's odd pre-presidency associations, decades of being oblivious to Rev. Wright's anti-American ranting, his enduring friendship with the terrorist guy-in-the-neighborhood Bill Ayers, and the Saul Alinsky-flavored anti-capitalist community activism. Further add a hazy personal background -- an Indonesian childhood, shifting official names, and a paperless-trail climb through elite educational institutions.
None of this disqualified Obama from the presidency; rather, this background just doesn't fit with the conventional political résumé. It is just the "outsider?" quality that alarms. For all the yammering about George W. Bush's privileged background, his made-in-the-USA persona was absolutely indisputable. John McCain might be embarrassed about his Naval Academy class rank and iffy combat performance, but there was never any doubt of his authenticity. Countless conservatives despised Bill Clinton, but nobody ever, ever doubted his good-old-boy American bonafides.
The suspicion that Obama is an outsider, a figure who really doesn't "get" America, grew clearer from his initial appointments. What "native" would appoint Kevin Jennings, a militant gay activist, to oversee school safety? Or permit a Marxist rabble-rouser to be a "green jobs czar"? How about an Attorney General who began by accusing Americans of cowardice when it comes to discussing race? And who can forget Obama's weird defense of his pal Louis Henry Gates from "racist" Cambridge, Massachusetts cops? If the American Revolution had never occurred and the Queen had appointed Obama Royal Governor (after his distinguished service in Kenya), a trusted locally attuned aide would have first whispered in his ear, "Mr. Governor General, here in America, we do not automatically assume that the police were at fault," and the day would have been saved.
And then there's the "we are sorry, we'll never be arrogant again" rhetoric seemingly designed for a future President of the World election campaign. What made Obama's Cairo utterances so distressing was how they grated on American cultural sensibilities. And he just doesn't notice, perhaps akin to never hearing Rev. Wright anti-American diatribes. An American president does not pander to third-world audiences by lying about the Muslim contribution to America. Imagine Ronald Reagan, or any past American president, trying to win friends by apologizing. This appeal contravenes our national character and far exceeds a momentary embarrassment about garbled syntax or poor delivery. Then there's Obama's bizarre, totally unnecessary deep bowing to foreign potentates. Americans look foreign leaders squarely in the eye and firmly shake hands; we don't bow.
But far worse is Obama's tone-deafness about American government. How can any ordinary American, even a traditional liberal, believe that jamming through unpopular, debt-expanding legislation that consumes one-sixth of our GDP, sometimes with sly side-payments and with a thin majority, will eventually be judged legitimate? This is third-world, maximum-leader-style politics. That the legislation was barely understood even by its defenders and vehemently championed by a representative of that typical American city, San Francisco, only exacerbates the strangeness. And now President Obama sides with illegal aliens over the State of Arizona, which seeks to enforce the federal immigration law to protect American citizens from marauding drug gangs and other miscreants streaming in across the Mexican border.
Reciprocal public disengagement from President Obama is strongly suggested by recent poll data on public trust in government. According to a recent Pew report, only 22% of those asked trust the government always or most of the time, among the lowest figures in half a century. And while pro-government support has been slipping for decades, the Obama presidency has sharply exacerbated this drop. To be sure, many factors (in particular the economic downturn) contribute to this decline, but remember that Obama was recently elected by an often wildly enthusiastic popular majority. The collapse of trust undoubtedly transcends policy quibbles or a sluggish economy -- it is far more consistent with a deeper alienation.
Perhaps the clearest evidence for this "foreigner in our midst" mentality is the name given our resistance -- tea parties, an image that instantly invokes the American struggle against George III, a clueless foreign ruler from central casting. This history-laden label was hardly predetermined, but it instantly stuck (as did the election of Sen. Scott Brown as "the shot heard around the world" and tea partiers dressing up in colonial-era costumes). Perhaps subconsciously, Obama does remind Americans of when the U.S. was really occupied by a foreign power. A Declaration of Independence passage may still resonate: "HE [George III] has erected a Multitude of new Offices [Czars], and sent hither Swarms of Officers [recently hired IRS agents] to harass our People, and eat out the Substance." What's next?
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
No Excuses
I am sooooooooooo far behind in blogging, it's just sad! I don't have any good excuses ...so I won't even try!!
Anyways, for those of you who have not heard...Ronnie and I are expecting baby #2!!! WAHOO!!! Will find out at the beginning of March whether it is a boy or girl...and the little bundle of joy is due August 3, 2010. Cole runs me ragged already...I know that I am just asking for trouble...but I can't help it...I'm EXCITED!!
Work has been super hectic. We've lost several employees...and no one is being replaced, work is just getting shuffled around. So, they are keeping me pretty busy. Can't complain...it's job security. And it definitely makes the days go by quickly when you don't have time to even take a bathroom break!
Anyways, I'm about to go pour myself into the bed. So, have a good nite!!
Anyways, for those of you who have not heard...Ronnie and I are expecting baby #2!!! WAHOO!!! Will find out at the beginning of March whether it is a boy or girl...and the little bundle of joy is due August 3, 2010. Cole runs me ragged already...I know that I am just asking for trouble...but I can't help it...I'm EXCITED!!
Work has been super hectic. We've lost several employees...and no one is being replaced, work is just getting shuffled around. So, they are keeping me pretty busy. Can't complain...it's job security. And it definitely makes the days go by quickly when you don't have time to even take a bathroom break!
Anyways, I'm about to go pour myself into the bed. So, have a good nite!!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
