vacation

I love being on vacation, I hate not getting paid for it, but that is the price we pay for being in business for yourself. This year with so much going on, we traded our timeshare for one up at The Ridge in Stateline. We only had it for a week, but had a wonderful time bonding. Stevi and I had it to ourselves most of the time because Jay had to work that week and traveled to and from work. We did some sight seeing and got to go on our friends boat on the lake and where totally pampered by Cat and Jerry for the day, Stevi and I played Raquetball for exercise, (whoa) almost everyday, and went hiking. We hit the gym once but Stevi took advantage of the swimming pool 3 or 4 times and we all enjoyed the hot tub. I got a facial one day and we took our friend Cat horseback riding, which was wonderful......haven't been on a horse in about 18 years. Cat and Jerry invited us over for dinner one night and treated us again, this time to Tri-tip, mashed potatoes and brocoli and cheese, with ice cream and fresh berries for dessert..mmmmmmm. They are such amazing people. Oh and I finished a book I have reading for the last 6 months. Eye of the Dragon by Stephen King. I got to sleep in till 8 or 9 everyday and now I am paying for it by trying to play catch up at work, todays schedule was 6am - 5pm and the rest of the week is as crazy, I am there till 9pm tomorrow, but at least I don't have to go to work until 9am. Well, I am back and oh yeah, the picture is of Stevi, uh , after I beat her at checkers, the stand off was an hour and a half long, our rematch I didn't do so well....Such is life.

I'm officially a Grandma

Well he is finally here, actually he is 2 weeks early...Jack. I am now at age 39 a grandmother. Everyone asks me how I feel and then wince as if I am about to hit them, but there is nothing more amazing than seeing your child have a child. Only a grandparent can truly understand that I suppose. Christina was made for having babies (even though she doesn't think so). Her water broke at 11:40 am on the 16th of August, but she said she only felt what she thought was one contraction. An hour later she had one more and it hurt a little more. So I picked up Jayson and we went to lunch..waiting. Right as we finish, she text messaged me that she had 8 in the last 40 mins. and they really hurt. Well, she thought they did. She was admitted and dialated to a 5 by the time we paid our check and arrived at Renown. Now they were so close they couldn't keep track. It was now approaching 2 o'clock, by 4 she was at an 8 and going pretty good, 4:20 they called Dr. Klaich and told him she was ready. She could have had that baby by 5 but it was terrifying to her so she was a little resistant but finally she got down to business and Jack Sparrow (yes Sparrow) Reese-Lynch was born at 5:40, looking just like his father. The only difference is....he got Jay Sr's and Chrissi's side of the families dimples!!! Of course I think he is adorable and handsome. Last night was thier first night home alone with Jack and he gave them a run for thier money......with 4 phone calls to Grandma (it was gas) after discovering the importance of burping him after feeding, they actually got a little sleep, I am available to stay over night for relief duty, but it looks like Jayson and Christina have it handled, so I may get to charge over thier and take Jack off thier hands for a little while, (my fingers are crossed) or I will just visit when am invited over, (I told them to bond and let me know when I can come back over). So for now.......Grandma Beautiful out.

Sober.......

Well, my husband is finally going to AA. This picture you see above you, I hope will not ever be taken again unless he has an O'Douls in his hand. He is an alcohalic and it has been a very rough and emotional road for our whole family. He was sober once for 6 years ( the best 6 years of our lives together) but then one day he had that one drink and never stopped. Those of you who read this are probably wondering if his accident was alcohal related, hmm, umm yeah. Amazing that he survived, amazing we are still married, amazing how one person can hide so much and the other person gets so good at covering up and putting on a happy face. Well guess what, I am not covering for him anymore, he decided he didn't want a divorce so the other option for him is to get sober, He started AA and is now going to church with us again. Please pray for him so he gets better. I love him when he is sober, can't stand him when he is drunk, but underneath that drunk jerk is a wonderful, loving , caring husband and father who has a good heart and is a great provider. I decided I will not cover for him anymore, I will not cry anymore , nor will I let him abuse me and my heart. I hope he loves himself enough to stay sober, I have loved him enough to stand by him for 21 years......the ice is starting to melt around my heart, but I am scared to let down my guard.......I just want to be happy again, truly happy without hiding behind my mask, it has been awhile, but I am starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel, hopefully it involves him, but that is a choice he needs to make for himself, I can't make it for him. I will be there for him, whether we stay married or not, but I hope this nightmare is over for us......it hasn't been easy.

almost died today........

I have been trying so hard to live a healthy lifestyle, I try to fit in 3 days of 45 mins. of cardio a week so today I decided I would ride my bicycle with Stevi to school then ride back to pick her up after school. Great idea right? Well piece of cake on the way, it was all down hill. The way back was another story. I did not stop, I was determined to keep going even if it killed me? I don't remember it being this hard when I was a kid. Let's just say, by the time I got back home, I was wheezing like a HEAVY smoked who had emphyzema. I couldn't talk, pet my dogs or even stop pacing to sit down for at least 15 minutes. That was this morning at 8:30 and 70 degrees out, can't wait till this afternoon when it is supposed to reach 99 at the hottest part of the day, which is usually around 3- 3:30 which is the EXACT time I need to leave to go back and get her. Well, if I do die from this, I guess I won't have to worry about the other 90 minutes for the week right?

When do you love too much?

When is too much, too much? When is it, I've done everything for you, you've done nothing for me? How many pieces can a heart break into before it is broken beyond repair? When do you give up hope and just come to the realization that it is what it is and people will never change no matter what consequences may arrive? Does anyone really know the answer to this? I sure don't. When is someone beyond help? Are we really equipped to handle the heartache we are dealt in life? And can we survive and still be the same person we always were or do we just become empty and a hollow shell of what we once were? Hmmmm, I hope someday I know this answer.

Rough Weekend for us.........

I had to work on Saturday to do a wedding, so Jay went on the H.O.G. ride with our group by himself. I got a call around 3:30 from our friend Doug that he had an accident in Mammoth and was on his way to the hospital. When I am under pressure I automatically go into calm mode. So I made some phone calls and went to pick up Stevi and started out towards Mammoth. Of course there is no phone service from Reno to Mammoth in a lot of areas so the ride there was very worrisome and quiet. All I knew was that his bike was completely wrecked and so was Jay, they brought him in and nobody had seen him since. It took me 3 hours to get to Mammoth and right as I pulled in Jay walked out, slowly, with our friends Doug, Bill, Dave and Patty who were all concerned and kind enough to stay in Mammoth until I got there. We stayed the night and had a nice dinner at Perry's Italian Cafe and Restaurant, I am so thankful he is alive, he flipped his Fat Boy four times and bounced and skid at around 65 to 80 mph. Yes he was going too fast trying to catch up to the group. He has bruised and fractured ribs, stitches and multiple cuts and road rash all over his body, even his face, somehow he slid on his butt and face at the same time and completely took the seat of his pants off as well as half his rear. He is moving very slow and swollen, bruised, cut and his ego is bruised as well. I was told that nobody thought he was alive after they saw what they saw, so I am thankful I missed the ride. I saw his bike......I think that was when it really hit me......he probably shouldn't be here, thank God he is and I am so relieved, sad, scared and happy all at the same time. Tough lesson to learn, let's pray he did.

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Notice the scores....................Hmmmm, who is the greatest of them all? Me.