Spiral Slide

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This isn't THE slide. But this is a similar one I found a picture of, so that you can get an idea.

When I was growing up, I always remembered that there used to be a big metal spiral slide in the park in town. I think I may have only gotten to play on it once in my life. Maybe during a kindergarten picnic. When I was little, I really liked slides. I think that may have been the only spiral slide I had ever seen. (I didn’t get out much. I was only six.)

Notice how I said “used to be”. The local gossip I had always heard was that they had removed the spiral slide from the park because some kid got hurt on it. I was always mad about that. For like 15 years. I know how to hold a grudge. How bad could the kid have been hurt, anyway?

Years later, I had started dating my future husband. We were in the car, headed somewhere. Probably looking for somewhere to make out. I think I looked at the park and what usually ran through my mind came out my mouth as well. Something like, “I can’t believe they took out the spiral slide just cause some kid got hurt.” Hopefully, I didn’t say much more than that. There is a reason why I can’t remember. That is because my future husband looked at me with an “I see dead people” expression and told me he was the kid. I thought he was joking. Then I didn’t know if he was joking or if he was serious. Finally I let it lay in case he was serious.

What are the chances?

Talk about a small world. Apparently when he fell he fractured his skull. Which sounds bad enough, but recently we talked to his cousin who was older at the time it happened and could remember more. Apparently he also stopped breathing and the fire department had to revive him. Scary stuff. Especially on a four year old.
I can’t believe in all the years I knew that story, I never knew who it was. His sister was in my grade in school and I still didn’t know. (Now, everyone knew which kid got his arm ripped off on the bridge—he was the kid in school with one arm.) If my husband hadn’t of made it that day, my son wouldn’t be the blond-haired (shut up, it isn’t red), blue-eyed, curious cutie he is today. It is amazing how our lives can be changed by tiny moments. (See my great-great-great-great grandparents falling through the ice.)

And it is also amazing how easy it is for one to put one’s foot in one’s mouth.

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“Wrinkled Kidney” Never Sounded So Good!

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Just a quick update for anyone who actually reads my blog and is curious. In Tuesday’s blog “When leaving on vacation feels like going to the hospital”, I mentioned that my son had a follow up with his pediatric urologist on Wednesday.

And, wait for it…

We got GOOD NEWS!!! Where as our previous pediatric urologist only ever gave us bad news using his bad beside manner, the current pediatric urologist has only ever given us good news! He said my son’s left ureter seems to be working properly. His left kidney has shrunk from 3.8 to 2.5. I don’t know what unit of measure that is or how they can think that is reliable from an ultrasound, but I DON’T CARE! Good news is good news.

They said his kidney showed “wrinkling”. Think deflated balloon. Which is good, because that means it is no longer dialated (experiencing pressure stretching it out), which could do permanent damage. My son’s left kidney has been dialated since it was created, and he is 16 months old now. That is a long, scarey time. This is the news we have been waiting for since he was in utero! And now he can quit taking preventative antibiotics! Which he has been on most of his 16 months on this planet.

Next up is another ultrasound in 6 months. So happy! Ya!

We totally should have hugged the doctor. Heck, I should have kissed him. I did throw up my hands and yell “ya”.

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Open Letter to Samsung

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Samsung will be added to the list of brands we won’t buy again, along with Emerson and Canon.

TO: Samsung
CC: Underwriters Laboratories
RE: Model Number LN-T3242H C
Model Code: LNT3242HX/XAA
MFD: September 2007
Purchased: Spring 2008/Circuit City – Ann Arbor, MI
Today’s Date: 4/18/2012

Last night we were watching our television and it started hissing and turned itself off. My husband turned it back on and the screen began to flash. We turned it off. It was still hissing. We unplugged it. Our house filled with the smell of burning plastic. I am sure the odors are not healthy for any of us, especially my 16 month old sleeping son. The back of the TV has a circle of melted plastic.

We have only had this TV for four years. We are not heavy users. My expectation is that a television should last for at least five years minimum. This is not the first time your products have performed inferior to our expectations. We had a Samsung Blu-Ray player that would not play any discs properly. At least it did not burst into flames.

We will no longer be buying any Samsung products.

Sincerely,

Me

sad empty entertainment center


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My Latest Obsession: My Family Tree

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I grew up saying my ancestry was “American”. I always felt uncomfortable at stupid Heritage Day at school, when you were supposed to say what country your ancestors came from. I didn’t know where mine were from. My mom has always said my great great great grandpa was from Germany.

Then at work one day I got a book for free (because we used to get perks like that) called Our Family History. It got me excited, and I started gathering all the info I could from my mother, who is one of the few close relatives I have that is still alive. Then my husband and I went to the Lenawee County Historical Museum and I copied old obituaries of people with the same last names as my family. Over time, some proved to be related, others not. Then we went cemetery hopping around the county. This was way more fun than it sounds. It is very convenient that most of my relatives were in the area for a while. I spent a lot of time looking for two specific families who lived near Rome, Michigan. It is a tiny place, with a current population of only 1,772 and a gas station. But surprisingly, it has like six cemeteries. Of course, my ancestors were in the last cemetery I looked in. (West Rome Cemetery—give me a shout out if you have ever been there!)

About at this point is when I got overwhelmed and got a computer program to store all my data in. A program for genealogy work is wonderful. It saves you from having to type the same info over and over again. I bought the Cosmi Perfect Family Tree. I do not recommend it. Perfect Family Tree seemed to store the information well enough. But it wasn’t easy to navigate. The real problems started when I tried to print. It would randomly show spouses or children for people who they did not belong with. It also always truncated the information to only one page, no matter how many notes you had. Sometimes, you would like a lot of notes. Like the article below about my great-great-great-great grandparents. My mom said she always heard the story as a whole family of my great grandpa’s side drove across the lake and fell through the ice. Turns out it was too early for cars. And if the Potts had had their four year old daughter with them, I wouldn’t exist to write this blog now.

Article called “Sad Casualty” from the Adrian Evening Expositor, P2, Column 3, 30 Jan 1858:

A Mr. Potts and Mr. Thomas Hopkins, together with their wives, were drowned in Devil’s Lake Sunday last. They were worthy English people, and resided near the village of Addison, in this county. The parties were returning from afternoon church, in Rome, and undertook to cross the Lake on the ice. When about fifteen or twenty rods from the shore the ice gave away, and they were precipitated into the water, which was about ten feet in depth. The accident was witnessed from the shore by Mr. Daniel Curtis, who promptly seized a small boat, and pushed boldly out to the rescue. Pushing the boat on the ice, before him, he soon reached the struggling people, and succeeded in getting both men into his boat and was just in the act of drawing in one of the ladies on board when Hopkins becoming exhausted, fell, upsetting the boat, and again plunged the whole party into the water. Curtis, narrowly escaping the fate of his companions, drew himself upon the ice chilled and exhausted, too late to render further assistance.

Aid was soon obtained and the bodies were recovered, but not until life had become extinct.

The true heroism exhibited by Mr. Curtis in his perilous endeavor to save the sufferers, will not soon be forgotten by those who read this account of their sad fate.

I come and go with genealogy. Sometimes I have time work on it, sometimes I don’t. I have tried to always leave it in a condition where I can just pick it up again fairly easily. I created binders for each of my grandparent’s family names (that’s four) and the same for my husband (also four main families). I also have a couple of notebooks for great grandparents—I am not sure how that happened. I also have a box of things still to be filed.

For Christmas, I got a new laptop. I knew I would have to transfer my family tree files and program on to the new computer. I dreaded that. I searched for a new program I could buy. Ancestry.com’s Family Tree Maker and RootsMagic seemed to be the two most popular. I ruled out Family Tree Maker because, while someday I would like to buy a subscription to Ancestry.com, I definitely don’t want to be forced to. I found out I could download a free version of RootsMagic from their website. So far I am very happy with it. I lost a little information in the conversion, which is to be expected.

I can now actively place photos with my family tree factual information (which is also much more fun now that I have a scanner). There are oodles of fields to input information. My last program only had birth, marriage, death, address, and notes sections (address is the field that did not transfer:(. There is a handy index which makes navigation easy. The free version doesn’t offer all the print out choices of the paid version, but so far the ones I do have look great. I worry about how some of these nifty features will work out if I ever need to transfer this data into another program. But I will cross that bridge when I get there.

Here are some tips I have compiled from my limited experience.

Family Tree Research Tips:

1. Source the hell out of everything. Write down what you got and where you got it from. Everyone gives this advice, but it is really true. I have been lax on this element in the past. I am going back and trying to rectify that now. Luckily RootsMagic makes it a lot easier than in my old program. You could end up with three conflicting birth dates. Knowing the source will help you figure out why they are different and which one is most reliable.

2. Use “Favorites”. I am terrible at remembering how I came to find a certain website and how I found the info in front of me. I just make the page a favorite in my browser and I know I can return to it anytime later. You just have to go through occasionally and delete them as you no longer need them. I am bad about that part.

3. When you tour cemeteries, write down the info and also TAKE PICTURES. It is good to write down the info, as you can’t always tell what a tombstone says in a picture. Make sure you note if there is a veteran marker next to the main headstone. Taking pictures is a good idea because if you later question what you wrote, you can refer back to your pictures. Also, tombstones are only going to continue to deteriorate. If you can only read half of it now, in 10 years the other half could be unreadable as well.

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When leaving on vacation feels like going to the hospital

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I just returned from vacation. As I was packing my little purple suitcase and my toothbrush to leave home at the beginning of my trip, I felt as though I had done all this before. Recently. But that was impossible, as I hadn’t been on vacation since July 2010, before my son was born. But then I remembered. I HAD done all this recently. Three times. For the occasions my son had to stay in the hospital. And maybe that was my first sign that this vacation just wouldn’t be all I hoped it would be.

A few posts ago, I talked about how well I was doing battling all my fears. When it comes to vacation, that all goes out the window. I worried that my car with 190,000 miles under its belt would not make it (that is before I realized we were going through the Appalachian Mountains with it). I worried that the dog boarding lady would come up with a reason not to take my dogs. I worried that my dogs would freak out at the boarding place and get bloat like Marley and die (I hate that damn book). I worried someone would break into my empty house. I worried my house would catch on fire (or get hit by a tornado, tsunami, etc.). I worried my son would cry the whole time in the car from Michigan to North Carolina (he usually only cries in the car when his future BFF is in the backseat with him). I worried he would cry when I took him in and out of the car more than three times in a day (this is a real thing that usually happens—he is a homebody, like his grandma). I worried the Fiesta factory would be closed when we got there. I worried that my new dress shoes I have never worn before would make my feet hurt. I was worried the rash under my eye would break out if I didn’t take my hydrocortisone cream.

I am happy to say, none of those things happened. My 16 month old son was an excellent multi-state traveler. Better than I ever could have imagined. Except the shoes did kill my pinky toes and I did get my eye rash. Can’t win them all.

I discovered traveling with a toddler makes a relaxing vacation rather stressful. He relies on us (his parents) for everything! He gets easily distracted and wouldn’t have eaten all day if I hadn’t made him. We have to remember to change his diaper at frequent intervals. Which, I am very happy to say, only once did his diaper overflow peepee, and that was on the very last day on the way home. Hey, no one is perfect. Although I wish I was.

The whole trip it felt like my husband and I disagreed about where to go. The purpose of the trip was his Aunt and Uncle’s 50th wedding anniversary. Which is fine. We had visited them previously, so they were not exactly strangers. My in-laws went down too. And I love them (and I am not just saying that because they read my blog:). But we spent a lot of time with his family, and I felt like I should have had time to visit a couple places I wanted to. We did have an extra time cushion while we were there.

I did get to stop at the Fiesta Factory on the way down. Which is amazing. But I was so overwhelmed and felt so rushed that we were only there like an hour. And we hadn’t had any lunch at that point. (Did I mention my husband starved me? I’m joking. Sort of.) I really wanted to go to Tamarack, because twice before I didn’t get to. But we didn’t go. And I feel we could have spared like two hours for that. After two days of family events, on the way home we went to Saltville, Virginia, for some Civil War history. We were there for four hours, not counting the hour we went to find lunch. Then we went home through Pikeville, Kentucky, where some of my ancestors were born. Which is sort of my pick and we spent the night there. But there was no way there would have been time for me to do any genealogical research. What I really wanted was a picture of my son and I in front of the sign of the city where his great-great-great-great grandfather was born. But I didn’t get that. On the way home I saw a sign for a store that sells fireworks, moccasins, souvenirs, and (wait for it) FUDGE! How great would that be! In the middle of nowhere Ohio! I thought, if we could just stop for a few minutes, that would make up for a few of my other disappointments. After all, I love cheesy souvenirs and the only ones I really got were from the Museum of Middle Appalachians in Saltville. But no luck.

Wall of Fiestaware


Now I know I am being petty. And my frustration comes from being a bit of a control freak. And I have hogged previous vacations visiting numerous lighthouses that my husband could probably care less about. But I can’t help it. I am still a little bitter.

Virginia


I really have no reason to be unhappy with the trip. My kid was the youngest and cutest one at all the family functions. I got numerous requests to make more cute children like him. I got told I looked thinner. I got compliments on my new fancy dress. I got a new bathing suit, which my husband seemed very fond of. I got a box full of Fiestaware. My son behaved extraordinarily well. Every mother’s dream.

Maybe I missed how it was to travel without a toddler. Or maybe I was bummed because I didn’t get to overplan the trip as much as I normally would have. Or maybe the image of packing for the hospital kept haunting me somewhere in the back of my mind.

My son goes to the specialist again on Wednesday for a checkup. I hope-hope-hope, pray to God (except I don’t—except when I am exhausted and need a hotel room in the middle of nowhere Kentucky) that we get good news. It would be cause for celebration! How best to celebrate? Hmmm…Maybe a trip?

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