I need a happy place!

I Need a Happy Place
So... it was one of those mornings. Keleb woke up at quarter-to-6. I finally got him to eat and I fell asleep and Brooklyn came in and asked me if it was cold outside, then I fell back asleep, just then my mom called. So I get off the phone with Mom and I figure I should really get up and get in the shower. Rewind this week. Monday: I saw as Private practice and a kid had measles and died from it, the next day Brooklyn gets crazy little bumps all ofer the bottom part of her face... ahh! She has measles! No... she doesn't but we took her in and she has 5th's Disease. Not a biggie, but a little scary for mom and dad... so then I have a HUGE presentation on Wednesday and I'm working my ass off on it! I have NO time to hang out with my kiddos:(. In the meantime Kaleb gets this crazy rash on his bum and he still has whatever he has all over his face. So I took him to the doctor on Wednesday for his check-up. He's almost 16 lbs.. CHUNCKY!! He has some crazy something all over his face (we haven't quite figured out what it is, bad cradle cap, some fungal infection on his butt and on top of everything... and ear infection... my poor baby! So jump tp today... i decided I should start with Kaleb and smother him in his perscriptions (oh and he got shots yesterday) give him the stuff for the ear infection, wash the cradlecap stuff off and get him dressed. So I got him out of the tub and I was snuggling with him and he peed on me... nice. So while I'm getting him dunked back in the tub Brooklyn comes in with gum ion her hair... WTF? Why does she have gum in her hair at 8 in the morning? I get Kaleb put back together and smother him in his ointment concoction and then I get Brooklyn ready.. I run another bath while I have a gob of peanut butter in her hair. I get the gum out get her in and out of the tub and them Kaleb pukes all over himself... AHH. BAck in the tub goes Kaleb. Then Brooklyn comes in with 3 huge slivers in her hand. This is awesome.... I finally get them to daycare, clean and sliver, puke, poop, peanut butter and gum -free! VICTORY!!! To make my stress-level even better Matt's Birthday is Saturday (only the 2nd time we have left Kaleb anywhere overnight) and Brooklyn's birthday is Tuesday.. this will be the first time that we have had a party with her friends! STRESSFUL! Hannah Montana here we come!

BUS-TED!!!

At approx. 22 hundred hours (10pm) I was driving south bound down Poleline road when a blue impala didn't stop at the stop sign and pulled right out in front of me. I had just been enjoying a relaxing evening with my BFF at Wal-Mart (AKA Hell) and was driving home when I came in contact with this mysterious vehicled. She pulled out in front of me and I slammed on the breaks and she stayed in the middle of the road and didn't move... WTF? We get the the eldrege light and she stopped at the green light... interesting thought I. By the time we were about to turn into my road she was swerving and going 20mph then speeding up to 50mph. For those of you who know where I live you know that's really not that far to make this assesment. So by this time we were pretty sure that she was drunk. Val and I decided to follow her while I called the Pocatello Police. I gave them a description and license plate #. I followed her through nearly running red lights, stopping at green ones. Never using a turn signal and weaving across 2-3 lanes of traffic. We really wanted to see her get arrested so we kept following her until the road splits into 4th and 5th. She is in the right lane and goes clear across the lanes and turns left. We lost her because we couldn't stop as irrationally as she did. We went up a few blocks and turned around to go back home and hopefully find her. As we were about to give up hope we looked at the Police Department/City hall/liquor store parking lot. IT was all but abandoned except for...... THE BLUE IMPALA! I could not beleive it. The woman exited the car and stumbled toward the liquor store (which was long since closed) she looked through the window, pulled on the door walked to the other window, looked in, pulled on the door again... are you kidding me? By this time we cannot beleive that a drunk driver decides to get MORE booze RIGHT next to the cop shop... SERIOUSLY???? So I immediately call dispatch again and tell them that the drunk driver that I had called in on was now trying to satisfy her need for more drunkeness and break into the liquor store.... I was laughing so hard. She got back into her car just in time for the police to show up... We cirlcled the block for a good 20 minutes and watched the whole ordeal. By the time it was over the drunken-breaking-into-the-liquor-stroe-at-the-cop-shop woman had been detained and 2 other officers were at the scene. It was AWESOME!!! I feel like Val and I really did our civic duty. Citizens of Pocatello, you may rest in peace knowing that there is one less drunk driver on the road!!!

53 cents... WTF?

Originally posted March 31, 2009

This morning I went to MCDonalds to get my morning heart attack and Orange juice. I ordered a #3 (Bacon egg and cheese biscuit meal) The sign says $3.89. So I ordered it and she said... "That will be $4.66 at the next window" "What" I thought. It should be just over $4. I pulled out my phone and figured it out. Even if you round the tax to .24 I over paid by 53 cents. I'm not sure how many people will complain about .53 but if they are overcharging everyone .53 that's a lot of money they are pocketing. Can anyone tell me why they would put one price on the menu and charge me another when I get to door #1. The same thing happened to me at KFC a few weeks ago. IT said 1.99 on the menu and they charged me 2.49 at the window. Maybe KFC and McDonalds have a 50 cent conspiracy against me!

Melvin

Originally posted February 17, 2009



So, I found out today that one of my favorite teachers from High School and Jr. High passed away today. He was kind of a pain in the ass, but when you are constantly being harassed by 13-17 year-old... who wouldn't be? We teased the man relentlessly and our scienceclass dubbed him Melvin... to this day I don't know if that was his real middle name. I can say that he taught me a lot of things. He was there when I first decided I wanted nothing to do with the health field when I started disecting a worm (the first project) He moderated our group therepy sessions. We talked about a lot of really sensitive subjects and he encouraged me to live up to my potential. I was going through a really hard time with my health and nearly everyday he would ask me how I was doing and praised my accomplishments.
It makes me think of people who come and go, why things happen, and to whom they happen to... this was a day just like everyother day for me and for him. We both got up and got ready like we do everyday... we both got into our cars and headed to school just like we do every other day but I made it to school and he didn't. That could have just as easily been me, my husband, my mom, my proffessor, my neighbor... anyone. Makes you think huh?
I think about the 10 minutes prior to Kaleb's birth. I was all smiles. Everything was going perfect and in a matter of minutes I almost lost my baby and could have potentially lost my life. 10 minutes. I wonder if that were my last 10 minutes on this earth what I would have done... would you want to know the end is coming or leave suddenly. Would there be any unanswered questions, unfinished business, things left unsaid? It's sad that something like this make me think of being a better mother, daughter, wife, and friend...

Hate Songs and Aspirations for my life!

Originally posted January 29,2009


My Freshman year at ISU (not that I went to any onther college, but...) I had a great boyfriend... I did some bad things and I screwed it up, but everything worked out in the end but he told me one day that the Puddle of Mudd song "She ... Hates Me" made him think of me" Which leads me right in to my next point. Hate songs... I was inspired by this young man whom I had tore out his heart... Who ever had inspired that song did A LOT of damage to the writer. She got under his skin SO bad that he just HAD to write a hit hate song. I have expressed this desire to many ex-boyfriends and most of them have given me some version of "I would never give you the pleasure of knowing that you got under my skin so bad by writing a hate song about you... I would write a love song..." SUCKERS! So I have not had the luxury of having a hit hate song written about me yet but every once in awhile songs get popular that are hate songs... here are a few of my favorites

She Hates Me- Puddle of Mudd
I Don't Want You Back - Eamon

and now my new love

Gives You HELL - All American Rejects
The video is pretty funny but I think that it should ahve taken the hate song approach... between a girlfriend and such, but still a pretty funny vid.

So... comment and add YOUR fav hate song!

Inaguration Bash!

Originally posted January 11, 2009



No, We're not having a party, but ti's not a bad idea, huh? Anyway, So in preps for the Inaguration of our new president I thought that everyone might like this...

BYU condom

Originally Posted January 2, 2009

Don't get mad at me. I'm just reposting this from my VERY mormon and conservative little brother's blog and I thought it was hillarious due to the fact that just 2 days ago I had mentioned something about Levi Lovin' and no one knew what I was talking about... so here you go!





This very typical . . . . (from urbandictionary.com)

1. BYU condom

A synonym for blue jeans or Levi's. Brigham Young University (BYU) is owned by the Mormon church, which has very strict rules about chastity. A large number of BYU students regularly participate in Levi lovin' or dry humping, because they are trying to get it on without having real intercourse. So, in a sense, their jeans are protecting them from having sex.

Yeah, we were getting it on and I blew my load, but luckily I had on my BYU condom. I wonder if she noticed?

Business Time!

So this is the most freaking hillarious thing that I have seen in a long time. If you have already heard it, shame on you for not telling me before! Matt played this for me the day we came home from the hospital. I think that my recovery is going to take twice as long now... I think I popped al of my stitched multiple times! I still almost cry EVERY time I watch it because I'm laughing so hard. Well... have fun!

Charmin Harmon

My Charmin’ Harmon
So... first I need to apologize to everyone for not keeping anybody informed about what has happened in the last 2 weeks but hopefully after you read this you will understand that I wasn't intentionally being a jerk, I've been a little busy!

K... so here's the story. We went to the hospital Friday morning (it was midnight so more like Thursday night) and they started me on the drugs and the Pit. drip. Everything was going perfect I was at a 4 and about 90% when we started the epidural. Matt watched and didn't pass out... I think he was doing much better than me. My doctor came in and checked on me every once in awhile and everything looked perfect. I dialated to a 10 by about 1 or so and we were on our way. The nurses got everything ready and we were off. I pushed about 3 times before I knew that something was wrong. My doctor got the suction thingy out and she had both hands pulling him out... no luck. She kept looking at the fetal monitor and back at me. We pushed one more time and she looked at one of the nurses and asked if an Operating Room was open. I panicked. I started sobbing. My baby's heart rate was slowing each time I pushed and not recovering. He was in rough shape. My doctor kept telling me "We have to get him out now Krystal, this is our last shot... " There goes the last push and when he didn't come out she said "Let's go" and there I was being wheeled down the hall into the OR. I couldn't stop crying I was a wreck. A million things were running through my mind.... I never thought that I would be in this situation. I just said that I would see my family in just a minute. Everyone had a smile on until about 5 minutes before this. Everything was fine and now I feel like it turned into a nightmare . Everyone was trying to be optimistic, but I wasn't about to lose my baby. I immediately got onto the operating table and they stuck a sheet over me and started scrubbung down my tummy. My doctor said "Can you feel this?" Can you feel this?"... "yup" "yup" Then there she goes... both of her hands were in my stomach. The anestetiologist wasn't there yet and there wasn't much anyone else could do for me. I was screaming at the top of my lungs in agony and somewhere I must have passed out. The last thing I remember is my doctor yellling at someone to get me something for the pain and at another doctor to push the baby back out of the birth canal so we could get him out. I just looked at Matt and said "I can't do this." The rest is from Matt's perspective. He heard my doctor say "We have baby!" and he said that instantly he knew that he was going to be okay when he saw him, then he looked down at me and my eyes rolled back into my head. He thought he lost me. The anestisiologist had returned and put me completely under before he told anyone. Remembering everything that happened that night, I truly feel sorry for everything that Matt had to go through. When we checked into the hospital, we were full of life. We knew our son was on his way. We were joking with the admissions nurse and somehow we got on the subject of dying. Something about how on the entrance form they ask you why you are there and I said something like "Well, I guess if you are going to die, you don't know it when you are admitted." I said that there is still a risk of dying during childbirth and Matt said, "Well... if you are going to go, you're lleaving are son here... " "Deal" What is that called.... foreshadowing. Now he's standing with our brand new son thinking that he was alone with him. His family wasn't at the hospital and we had almost planned it that way. We thought everything would go so smoothly and that it would be a special time for the 3 of us... we were wrong.

So after he was told that I really wasn't dead and some altercation happened between the anestesiologist and him he went out and took Kaleb down to the nursery. One of the doctor's let Matt see me while I was still in surgery and he said that there was so much blood just gushing out the sides of me. My doctor finally came out and she was crying and just went into the nursery and held our son and cried. When I talked to the receptionist at her office a few days ago she said that my doctor had a really rough time with it and just cried and said, "I thought we weere going to lose him." I'm so greatful for her for making the decisions that she did when she did to give me my little boy.

So I get out of surgery and I am in recovery and I was freaking out! I didn't know if my baby made it, where he was... anything! I was crying and asking where he was and I know I was completely out of it but I felt like no one was telling me that he was alive, just trying to keep me calm. Finally one of the nurses brought me a picture of him... that was the first time I saw my son... it was a very surreal expirence. I wanted to make sure Matt was okay and they let him in for just a second. He leaned down and told me that our son was okay and that everything would be fine and he loved me, then they made him leave again. About an hour later I was back in my room and I got to hold my son for the first time... what an expirence.... I could not have been more relieved.

The next few days were pretty hard. We still have a hard time talking about it and the fact that we were so close to losing one of us... I lost a lot of blood and on Sunday had to have a blood transfusion. I'm recovering well and besides being sleep deprived am doing as well as can be expected. The snow has dampened my spirits and the fact that my only sanctuary probably would have been wal-mart but due to the shopping frenzy, have been stuck in the house. I'm trying to get out a little bit. I'll fee better when I can drve without fear of being killed by stupid drivers on the crazy ice-packed, not plowed Poky roads.

Anywho... there's the story of how my little man came into the world. It was the scariest, most painful, and besides my daughter, most rewarding thing that I have ever done in my life He's truly a blessing and a welcome addition to our family!

Stripping my memories

Originally posted December 4th, 2008

So yesterday (after a long day at the hospital and a lot of dissapointment) I go to pick up Brooklyn from school and her teacher saw me come in and said "Brooklyn is sooo funny she said, "My mom spent all day at the hospital and they stripped her memories and we still didn't have brother!"



(they stripped my membranes... NOT memories as much as I would like to have some of them taken away... not what happened :)

Hillarious! I can't get over it. She is so adorable. Just goes to show that she really DOES listen... she doesn't get it, but she listens! Anyway, I'll keep everyonee updated on the progress of our little baby if he will ever hurry up and get here!!!

Politics... not the black and white kind

Originally posted Novmber 12th, 2008



So I was inspire by my sister's blog about her passion for rocks (she's a Geology major and she's one of those crazy rock people... I didn't get it until I read her blog)

I'm a Political Science Major. I am a Junior at ISU and I LOVE it! I first found out that I was good at debating early in life... ask my mom. My debating skills were a little rusty but still pretty good. I moved into Jr. High when I started CARING about what was happening in the world and thinking that if people would just learn and discuss then maybe the world would be a better place (I am older and wiser to know better now) but in my green days I was an idealist. I took a Street Law class from Mrs. Olsen at Grace High School and that's where I fell in love with law, government, and particularly family law. I had always told people that I was going to go to college and become an attorney but I only know that it was a "desireable job" (now I know it's because of the Benjamins and no other real reason). But now I know that that was where my heart was. I was in my Junior year when I was approached by Deloris Gilbert of the American Legion Aux. to apply for a scholarship to Girls State. I had no idea what it was and all I was told is that I could get a scholarship for school, it was only a week and it was in Nampa... cool, I filled out the paperwork and no one else had any interest in it, so I got to go.

I stepped off of the bus in Nampa and my life was forever changed. I didn't know what to expect so I thought, what the heck, dive in head first. I walked away with an understanding of government, particularly state government, how legislature works, I was able to sit in the Capitol and speak my opinion and know that it was heard. I returned to my little old school with a heart full of patriotism, love for our veterans, and total appreciation for democracy itself.

I entered college and it has been a bumpy ride, but finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I have chosen to become a teacher instead of an attorney. My very first proffessor asked us all how many of us were planning on attending law school and most of us raised our hand... he said something that will always stay with me



"They don't teach justice at law school, they teach law"



I knew in my heart that I didn't want to stand in a room and truly understand the implications of what my job required me to do without any regard to JUSTICE.

So last summer I returned to where it all started... Nampa, Idaho the campus of NNU and I passed on my love and admiration for this country to a group of girls that I will always consider "my girls" as a counselor at Girls State. Hopefully I will be able to participate in Gils State for many years to come.

The rest is history... "blink"

Stay tuned for Fall 2010 when I graduate!!!!