Yearbook Yourself

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . July 31, 2009 . 10:09AM

Ok, everyone’s doing it and being the lemming that I am, I jumped off the freaking cliff. I yearbooked myself. This happened Tuesday night as it was 11:48 pm and I was waiting for the 12 am woot to come up. What? You never know when it will be the bag o’crap?!

So, anyway, I was bored and Leon was sleeping. A.J. was sleeping. The dogs were sleeping. I had insomnia and a woot was coming! So, I gave in. I am ashamed.

In my defense, I was BORED. There was NOTHING GOING ON. It was TUESDAY NIGHT.

*mumbling to herself like a crazed woman who just wants some milk duds*

That doesn’t mean you don’t get to see how I’d look through the ages. I. am. smokin hot.

Look, I know some people think I couldn’t pull off 1994. Here’s why I can: the facial hair. I think it compliments my eyes.

As you can see, I age pretty well. I think I had a couple of these styles, but there is not a chance that I’m going to tell you which ones of them they are. I couldn’t post ALL of my pictures from yearbookyourself, because there were a ton of them and this post is already picture intensive, but you get the hint.

For the record, the woot was cheapie noise activating headphones. *sigh* No bag o’ crap that day, folks, but totally worth the time spent to mess with the toy.

Winner of the Post it Giveaway!

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . July 30, 2009 . 5:25PM

And the winner is:

Here are your random numbers:

9
Timestamp: 2009-07-30 22:20:06 UTC

ShootingStarsMag!

Please email me your physical address to my name (can be found on the author page) at blueshelled dot com within the next 5 days (so by Wednesday at 5pm) or I will draw another winner.

Thanks to everyone that participated. A new giveaway will start soon so keep your eyes here!

Can you get pregnant from swimming in a pool?

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . July 30, 2009 . 1:23PM

A Polish woman is suing an Egyptian hotel because she says her 13-year old daughter got pregnant while swimming in its sperm-infested waters.

Whoops.

Someone is in trouuuuuubleeeeeeee.

I can’t figure out if it’s because she should be scared that she has poor intellectual genes or that she is now the proud winner of a hard life at the age of 13 years for an ill-informed decision made by her hormones. Either way, she’s got her mom, smart or not, wrapped around her finger.

Sweetie, if swimming in a pool could get you pregnant, women everywhere would be using that excuse like WOAH.

I feel bad for the girl, who may honestly believe it’s true now. Yes, it’s a naive thought, but I try to see the best in people. WE KNOW something takes place to get someone pregnant. At 13, and in another, less-sexualized country, we don’t know how much SHE knows.

I DON’T feel bad for her mom, who is clearly an idiot.

I DON’T feel bad for the lawyer who is going to get smacked for a frivolous lawsuit.

Am I wrong that I’m just incredibly thankful that this story, for once, took place outside of the United States?

Vacation Part III: The finale

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . July 29, 2009 . 11:55AM

So, we finally got A.J. settled into the car and Livvy was working at keeping him calm. Overall, he was quite a brave little soldier. Every now and then he’d break the brave face and it reminded me how young he really is. He’s such a tall, big child that I forget he’s only 8. When I see him next to Lola, who is small and delicate, I remember that there is just a little one in that body who still needs his mama and who is a scared child.

I’d given him ibuprofen at on the pontoon boat. If there was anything I remembered from when he broke his femur, it was how terribly incompetent the medical staff were at that hospital and how long he had to wait for both water and pain medication. I immediately gave him both.

It took us 30 minutes to drive to the nearest hospital due to the excessive twists and turns and unfamiliarity with the wood-laden area. We’d already spent 30 minutes on the pontoon boat just getting back to land and A.J. had been in pain quite a while. I was on edge and ready to hurt someone. Anyone really. If someone had volunteered to be a Bobo doll, I’d have aggressed something fierce.

When we pulled up to the hospital, all of us did a double take. It was small and about the size of a large sit-down restaurant. I inwardly groaned and feared for the worst. There were no cars in the parking lot and I admit that my first thought was “Can they close the emergency room over the weekend in towns like this?” Look, I grew up in a small town, but this was ridiculously small. We dropped Leon and A.J. off at the doors and parked the car.

As we walked through the doors, the nurses immediately said “to the right.” How did they know who we were and whom we were with? Were they magical? Did they have mystical powers? The real answer is that they had TWO people in the E.R. One that had been there for hours and A.J. This further cemented, in my mind, that they didn’t know squat.

I don’t like being wrong, but I was.

Within 20 minutes, A.J.’s stats were finished and he’d been through X-ray. The doctor came in, checked him out and said that he had a foot sprain and that he’d be tender. We have a week of elevated feet and icing it once an hour to look forward to and then he should be good as new. Once he can put weight on it, he’s good to go.

Really? That’s it?

My first thought was that I wanted to go back and have a “chat” with the first responder who made A.J. hysterical. Then, I just felt lots of relief. We went back to the condo and spent the rest of the weekend relaxing in the cabin.

It wasn’t the best way to spend our time or money, but it sure wasn’t the worst. It could have been much, much worse. We were lucky.

We parted ways with our family and came home to 3 relieved dogs and one crabby cat.

Life is good.

Vacation Part II: Where it all goes downhill

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . July 28, 2009 . 1:19PM

The morning started beautifully. We slept in and ate leftover spaghetti from the night before for breakfast. A.J. loves nothing more in life than his NeeNee’s spaghetti. Snails followed us from TN and the water was simply breathtaking. We were all in good spirits.

The pontoon boat was loaded and I was feeling incredibly peaceful. As I expressed earlier, I wanted nothing more than a day floating on the lake and reading my book. A.J. loves his extended family. He had really taken to Ashley’s new boyfriend Ricky and kept going up to talk to them. He’s also quite partial to my uncle Jeff and my cousin Tyler, so he spent quite a bit of time at the front of the boat. My spidey senses weren’t tingling and the boat bounced up and down in the water. My cousin, Justin, was driving the boat like it was on the way to some kind of fire only a pontoon boat can put out, so the rest of us were dodging waves and looking for some kind of landmark to tell us where we were.

I was snuggled in the very back of the pontoon boat with Leon and dreaming about my ideal water day. About the time I was ready for my imaginary hammock nap, we saw the sandy beach area. (dum-dum-dum) Justin slowly pulled us into the beach area and we planned on spending the day there. On the other side of the “sandy beach island” there were plenty of drunk college students dancing and grilling food. Various activities such as cornhole and beer pong were aplenty and there was only another pontoon boat on our side of the beach. What WAS on our side of the beach was a huge log and a rope swing to jump into the water and Tyler and Adrian immediately jumped ship to join the kids who were jumping from the rope.

I bet you know where this is heading, don’t you? I think part of me did, too, but the other part of me said, “Quit being an overprotective parent. He’s 8 now and if you stifle him, he will never have any childlike experiences.” I should have slapped that part of me and run after my kid.

Instead, I grabbed my camera and hoped for the best. It never turns out that way, though, does it. He did have one successful jump and splash. The second time, however, ended with him falling straight down and hitting both a tree trunk and deeply packed sand. I don’t remember much from that moment other than being angry that Leon just sat there (now I realize it was in shock) and that I couldn’t move until he did. I remember slapping Leon and yelling at him to GO!

Somehow, I still reached A.J. before Leon. I have no idea how as I lost my flip flops in the sand and my Baywatch run was definitely in slow motion. What I also didn’t realize, until much later, was that my Uncle Jeff got there much faster than any of us. He actually handed A.J. to me and then to Leon when I realized I couldn’t hold A.J.’s weight.

I need to take a minute here because high emotions offer the opportunity for a heart to be tightly sewn to a sleeve. My uncle Jeff married my aunt when I was in my early teens. He has been a fantastic step-dad to my cousins, Ashley and Justin, and an amazing father to my cousins, Tyler and Lola. He has been there for every person in my family every time they have needed him and done so with quiet strength and dignity that I think often goes either unnoticed or uncommented.

He and A.J. bonded from A.J.’s birth, as Lola and A.J. are about 3 months apart in age. Jeff is always the first to play with the bored kids or to deal with crotchety grandparents. He has helped me and Leon in many ways and he has been not only the best uncle I could wish for, but someone that I would genuinely call a friend to us. He’s one of those people that I wish lived closer, and it’s rare for me to feel that way about people. I know that he would do anything for my son. On the pontoon boat, on the way back to take A.J. to the hospital, he sat behind me to comfort me and A.J. and he will never know how much that helped me. I just wanted to take a second and thank him for everything he has been for me throughout my life and for my family. Thank you.

Ok. Deep breaths. Again, high emotion levels here.

When A.J. fell, Jeff handed him to Leon and Leon took him to the boat. We were instantly accosted by a woman in the pontoon boat next to us. She announced, at least four times, “Back off! I’m a first responder! You MUST do this. You MUST do this!” And gave us direction after direction. I tried to make it clear to her that A.J. broke his femur when he was 2 and we had a good idea of what we needed to do, but she would not be dissuaded. Her tone was making A.J. hysterical and our goal was to get her off the boat so we could get him back to the car.

Justin put the pontoon in full throttle, but it still took us 30 minutes to get back to the “mainland.” Water splashed over us from head to toe as I gently sang to A.J. to help keep him calm. Leon held his feet still and Jeff and Ashley and Lola talked to A.J. to keep his mind off of his foot. When we finally got back to the docks, A.J. looked at me and softly said, “Mama, can I choose the color of my cast?”

I grinned at him and said, “If you need one, yes.” He has his priorities straight. Color coordinating his cast with his clothing is important for fashion purposes. He also asked if Livvy could come with him to the hospital. I told you before that my sister is the most generous person ever. I don’t know many 13-year old girls who would give up their day on the pontoon boat to sit in the hospital with their 8-year old nephew. Her response to this was, “I would just worry about him all day so I may as well come.”

I love my family.

…Up Next: The hospital…