[What I Did] 104.6

Today started off awesome. Good moods for me and Bear. Perfect lighting for pictures. To do list nearly done.

Then four p.m. rolled around. And Bear was warm. Too warm. I checked his temperature...

Yeah. Not good at all. So Becca and I loaded him up and took him to Emergency. By the time we finally got into the triage room, his temperature had raised to 105.3. The corpsman gave him some Motrin and Tylenol.

We waited, talked to the doctor, got him all checked out. Everything looked normal. No ear infection. Not teething. No red throat. Normal. But an hour after he was given the medicine, he was still burning up.

The doctor told me he wanted to get some blood work done.

We waited, Becca was asked to go to the waiting room...and the "torture" began.

My poor Little Bear was pretty much restrained by one corpsman while another attempted to take blood from his right arm. I say attempted, because Bear was SCREAMING and trying to pull his arm away. The needle came out, and blood started pouring out of his little arm. So the corpsman and I changed places, and he got it out of the left arm.

The whole time, Bear was screaming, looking at me like I was the one hurting him. He was calling for Husband, saying "Dadadada!" I was crying, I hated seeing that look on his face, in his eyes.

After they were done, they bandaged him all up, and we got to wait again.

My poor baby...I feel so horrible. We still don't know what is wrong with him. I'm so scared that it is something he picked up from me taking him out and about.

When we were finally able to leave, his temperature was down to 101.8. His blood work came back normal. I was told that if the blood culture came back odd, we would be notified. So far, nothing, so I'm assuming it's normal as well.

On our way home, Becca filled up my front driver side tire...only to discover that there is a screw in it. So tomorrow I have to go get that changed out. I'm so stressed right now. No fun.

Sigh...10 more days, and I will have Husband and Bear will have Daddy...

A Fashion Dilemma, Some Stalling and A Love Letter

Okay, so I recently scoured the clearance racks at Old Navy and found this gorgeous dress:

My only problem is that I am not sure what to wear with it. I do know that I will wear it over my long sleeve black Shade shirt, but I don’t want to do that every time. Ya know? I like to switch things up a bit. So, I was thinking…maybe a cardigan? And what hair accessories? I don’t want anything too overpowering, if that makes sense.

Help?

Sigh. I have 5 1/2 days till I go to California, and I have not done a single thing. I am starting to freak out. I mean, I have done stuff. It just doesn’t FEEL like I’ve done stuff.

And I know I should get a move on, but I just don’t want to. Packing stuff up is boring.

I. Hate. Moving. *bangs head on wall*

Guess what? (Should that be a question mark? Or a period? It has always confused me.)

On this day, two years ago, I was set up on a blind “date.”

On this day, two years ago, I was introduced to the absolute love of my life.

On this day, two years ago, we shared our first kiss (Yes, on the day we met. Scandalous, huh?).

On this day, two years ago, I found my soul mate. I became complete.

He has been through so much with me, for me and because of me, yet he has not faltered in loving me.

I love him more and more each and every day that I know him. I will always be there for him, no matter how hard life gets, or how unfair the universe is to us.

Come what may, Taylor.

Apple juice. :]

<3

Let The Countdown Commence!

Okay.

I am starting up my to-do list again. Cuz, well…I need to.

I have the next 9 1/2 days to do the following:

• Finish up all my sewing projects
• Paint, stencil, and distress my desk
• Finish making my Mom’s bouquet; mail it out
• Get my hair cut
• Pack a bag big enough to last for 12 days
• Sort through Matheson’s clothes; box up what is too small
• Pack up as much stuff as possible

Why only 9 1/2 days, you ask?

Well….

I’m going to Cali!

My mom is getting married, and I figured it was the perfect opportunity to see my family for the first time in FOREVER.

Also, my mom only lives an hour and a half away from my husband and also my possible future home: Twentynine Palms.

Yup. I get to see my Marine. *insert girly scream here*

I am beyond excited.

I’m gonna wear my Shabby Apple dress, and my love is going to wear his Blues. I’m almost scared we will look better than the happy couple (well, I won’t; Taylor might).

Unfortunately, by being in California, I’m gonna miss some awesomeness hosted by Miss Bee and Elise happening in SLC on the 10th:

(These girls have been busy planning neat-o parties, huh?)

Not that I would have been able to go anyway, what with living here in South Carolina. Sigh…I hate being away from the center of the bloggy universe. :[

What are y’all excited for?

Ciao for now!

<3

Happy Days Are Here Again...

Holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap!!!!!!!!!!

Tomorrow is THE DAY! I finally get to see my amazing husband after 13 excruciatingly long weeks!!!

We (the in-laws, Matheson and I) are leaving super early (like, maybe 7 if I get my way) to drive the two hours to Parris Island.

Family Day starts at 10 a.m. tomorrow, and Graduation is the day after, at 9 a.m. Then he gets to come home!!

Ah!!!

On a slightly less spastic note, I finished my 6th tutu today. Only two more to go!

It's brown and white. It's for Matheson's Godfather's daughter. Wow. That's a mouthful. :/

I also made a cluster of rosettes for my cousin's new daughter. Well, for my cousin's fetus. Ha. I'm going to be putting them on a light green minky hat. It's gonna look awesome. :]

Well, I have stuff to pack.

Ciao for now!!!

<3

8 Days To Go...

8 days till I get to see my husband, and 9 till he gets to come home.

I have so much freakin' stuff to do before then.

1. Finish putting Matheson's clothes away. 
2. Clean the room and vacuum.
3. Finish washing/drying the laundry.
4. Fold aforementioned laundry. 
5. Finish 5 tutus for my nieces and 4 stuffed owls for my nephews.
6. Make 7 family gifts for my parents and brothers/sisters.
7. Make a name plaque each for my 2 little sisters.
8. Make 3 stuffed fishies each for my little brothers.
9. Wash my bedding and then make my bed.
10. Call in refills for my prescriptions.
11. Find some good recipes for Thanksgiving (it's my first time co-chairing the cooking committee; my father-in-law is the other co.).
12. Talk my step-mom into giving me her fudge recipe.
13. Decide what stuff Tay gets to have when he comes home; hide the rest of the stuff for Christmas.

As I look at this daunting list, all I can do is sigh. With my insomnia acting up lately, I haven't really felt like doing anything at all. But I have been. Slowly. I have been home for two weeks now, and I have just barely started unpacking. I wish I had some way of just doing it automatically. Le sigh.

But I promised Tay that everything would be perfect when he came home, and that's what's going to happen, even if I have to stick Matheson down in my in-laws room for the night and take advantage of not sleeping.

On another note, I have a new project I wanna start working on as soon as the Christmas gifts are made. I kinda want it to be a surprise for Tay, since I am going to start it when he is at MCT. It's gonna be 3 square canvases painted dark red and turned into subway art, each filled with love songs and quotes. the middle canvas is going to be reserved for our songs ("Come What May" from the movie "Moulin Rouge!" and "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica). I am excited to start them, but at the same time, I wanna wait as long as possible...

Oh well. Maybe I should go to sleep. Or at least try.

Ciao for now!

<3