Equipment @ MindSay 
Today's news is brought to you by Smurfy and the word "irony." In Lancaster, PA, a truck full of fire extinguishers and safety equipment caught on fire last week. Firefighters arrived at the scene to find that the '91 Ford f-350 Super Duty truck was experiencing an engine fire. The truck was parked at a house near Hershey Village Apartments, close to civilization. It resulted in the burning of some branches, as well as minor damage to a nearby parked car.
The truck belonged to the Lancaster Safety Technologies company. The company's specialization is "fire extinguisher inspections, recharges and sales." Though none of the safety equipment was damaged, the company lost their truck and had about $25,000 in total damages.
The fire was determined as accidental.
So, I was going about my day. I had finally stopped procrastanting (sp?) and got off of chat, neopets, mindsay, and a few other sites and got busy.
I finally finished dejunking my room. And while cleaning out my closet, I found one bat, one 12 inch softball and one 11 inch softball, my first catching pud, my last pair of highschool softball cleats, six batting gloves, one lefty mitt, and an equipment bag. With a suprise!:O I always wondered where that dayum box of condoms in my senior year had gone too! Now I know! At the bottom of my softball equipment bag!:D Looks like my mom only took the main equipment bag of my softball gear and handed over to my diabetic counselor. I put all the gear in the bag and it is sitting next to the mudporch door so I can hand it over to my mom's to give to my diabetic counselor. Once I meet my goals, THEN I can have all my gear back!
I changed my bed sheets (the bi weekly changing!:D), rounded up Randy's and my dirty laundry, put away clothes and had just gone down stairs to start a load of laundry when I got the phone call from the school!
Secratary: "Jackie? Can you come up to the school? DeLaney smashed her fingers into the class room door somehow!"
Me: "Dayum! Is she bleeding? Can she bend her fingers at all?"
Secratary: "No blood, but lots of swelling and discoloration. Hold on let me see if she can bend her fingers. It is on the first knuckles that got it. She can bend all her first knuckles with out pain but her left ring finger."
Me: "Dayumit all to hell! Okay, let me get dressed, call the doc's office to see what they want to do and I will be up."
I got dressed (it was cleaning/lounge day so I took the kids in my jam jams and was still in them!), put a call into the doc's office, called my mom and asked if she could look at the finger before I decieded to drive to the city with DeLaney. And got on the road.
Luckly by the time I got there, (they were icing the finger down) the swealing had gone way down and according to the Mission Secratary not the school Secratary, the discoloration had gone from angry deep purple down to a angry pink color. She still couldn't bend that left ring finger though and she had a good size dent in the finger with a bit of dried blood but nothing major. I signed her out of school and we headed down to the Tribal Clinic so Granny could take a look at her finger for me.
I didn't think it was broke but I wasn't taking any chances. My mom agreed with me that she didn't think it was broke but suggested I take her up to the doctor anyway. I again called the doctors office to let them know we were coming up, stopped back at the school and signed Coltin out. (Randy is on the road, my mom didn't get off of work till 6 this evening, and yay not really an emerency so my dad wasn't going to go pick my boy up for me!)
We were right. It isn't broke just badly brused. Doctor didn't even order xrays but we are going to buddy wrap the left ring finger to her tall man finger for a week. If her nail turns black or if she complains that she can't move it at all, then we are to take her back up to get the nail taken off and then get some xrays. The doc did clean out the dent and put a small gauze wrap around that and suggested we keep that on for about 3 or 4 days so it doesn't get infected.
What a day.
I treated the kids to what Randy calls "Dog Food" aka McDonald's for an early supper. When we got home, I dosed DeLaney up with some Motrin and made her ice down her fingers again. Then we went about our afternoon/evening chores.
I did manage to get a few more loads of laundry done, fiddled with my sewing machine (it is acting up) and managed to get one panel of a set of bottom curtains done for my kitchen.
I am keeping my fingers crossed that we have no more incidents of injuries at school this year. DeLaney is really worried about testing now for our next taekwondo rank. We have a couple of finger tip punchies that we have in our form and have to demenstrate on the bags. I told her not to worry if her fingers are still hurting when it comes time for testing we will let Mr. Johnson know that she can't punch with her left hand and he would understand. He is allowing mommy to forgo the jump kicks and take steps instead so I dont' injure my knee.
She seemed okay with that.
Now I am off to procrstanate some more.
I can remember my heart hitting my stomach and other strange experiences in the pit of my gut, especially as the tiniest of my bambinos would run up to the highest point, at the speed of light and reach for some bar only to miss it. Never a rail--just open space and me reaching in all the wrong directions. They never seemed to actually fall just make my head sort of drop over and over again from sheer fear. "Watch this Mommy!!" I would try so hard to show just my pride in their capable display of talent. At the same time I wanted to yank them down and head home to the protection of what I don't know lol
With somewhat safer equipment the fear is still the same for the new mothers out there. I'm sure it feels just as dizzy and scary for them as it did me with the sky scraper in comparison equipment. The kids get bigger and the equipment gets smaller both in comparison to the child's growth and in actuality (sometimes) So what do kids do? They add more danger. Gotta keep you in that stomach flipping mode at all times until the day you die lol.
I'm glad I didn't yank them down though. The message is clear to a child when you do that. You are not capable. It's not I love you and am looking out for you or care. It is simply, I don't trust your abilities. Sorry, but that is what they hear. That is what I heard all my life as I watched from the window; the children who's parents "didn't care for them". How I longed to be those children.
I bit my tongue as my daughter pulled my grand daughter away from her fun and learning. I wanted to interfere as the fear was being instilled in her. I knew battle of supposed authority was not the answer. I was silent. Knowing, we are going to the park today to skin some knees possibly. I did a soft loving lecture, if that is possible and will continue to, a little at a time. My daughter was totally irate, scared and selfish by not suffering as a mother does as her child grows. I don't think she realizes yet how much she could ruin the grand baby. I told her to do her best to teach safety and act like a net if need be, but don't pull her away from babies her age. Any possible message she gets, is not going to be a positive one. It' s just a fact. No one said motherhood was easy.
So, my son likes to test me by adding a skateboard to the story lol. I missed all the cool shots of him dropping off the highest point but I got the smart ass grin on his face before he skated down the slide. Who needs to work out to get that old heart pumping? lmao
I can remember once, my uncle, who was an absolute total genius with heart, telling my a-mom, "she isn't going to learn here in the house looking out the window nor in school, it's out there under that streetlight with peers where she is going to learn life lessons. You have to think of her and not be selfish or you will be sorry." He was right -a child eventually wants to live --hopefully. Let them obtain the tools in which to do so wisely or they will do it otherwise. My Uncle was a very educated, successful man, so it's not like this was coming from someone still playing under the streetlight.
This weekend I sang at a very good friends wedding. The wedding was held at a public park, and rain was in the forcast. I was worried that the rain would come while I was singing and really worried about my equipment getting wet. The plug in we would have to use was located across the street from the gardens where the wedding would be held.
The first plan was for the music to be down the walkway inside the garden. Due to the threat of rain, we made the decision to put the equipment just outside the entry archway into the garden, so if it did start to rain, I could unplug and as quickly as possible, get my equipment under a pavillion. Due also to this change, my mic cord was not long enough for me to stand in front of the speakers.
I practiced a few songs, having someone stand in the gardens to make sure the sound was okay and everything was heard. At the last minute, before people started arriving, I made another change. I didn't really feel comfortable with the music in front of me where I couldn't hear it very well. An after thought I had was that I should have brought earphones then there would have been no problem at all. But that was an after thought and didn't do me any good at the time. I scooted the speakers back just enough where I could get in front of one of them.
At least I could hear the music, but the mic cord was still too short for me to face the crowd. They were a little to the side though and shouldn't have been facing me anyway so that wasn't too bad. I ended up having to stand sideways and sing to the flowers that were in front of me. If anyone was video taping, I can imagine what that looked like. Anyway, I was told it sounded great, which I was pleased about. It was the Bride and Grooms day, not mine and I did not want to be in the spot light at all. The rain held off and Brenda Decker became Mrs Eric Welch on August 25th 2007.
When singing outside many things need to be taken into consideration. The weather, rain, snow, the heat, how the sound from the speakers sounds and travels differently than when inside. Where to place the equipment, where I was, the grass was still wet. Fortunately there were bricks that I sat my equipment on to keep it off the wet grass. The wedding was down in the garden, and I was just outside the garden. Therefore in a situation like this I could not hear my cues when it was time for me to sing. Arrangements had to be made ahead of time with a person in the garden to signal me when it was time for me to sing.
When singing outside take everything into consideration to make sure you sound your best. You never know who will be listening.
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