Tuesday, February 24, 2009

But, they are free Mom.

House prior to Club Crabby

First off, the title was suggested by my girlfriend, Cyndie Dosser. Who even in my darkest hours can make me laugh! Love ya!
My daughter, Faith, inherited two hermit crabs by a girlfriend she met here at our new place. They could not bring the crabs with them, as they had to go back home to Germany. I agreed to take them, they had their own little habitat and were low maintenance. I started doing some research on the crabs and found out that they were going to require a bit more work. We go to Petco and $85.00 later come home with club crabby. They have a new hide away, drift wood to climb on and a small dish with salt water to dip in. They have a spray bottle so that they can be spritzed once a day with special crabby water. We bought treats and looked at new shells for when they shed their old ones. Of course, we got the white sand (with Calcium) so they can dig. We can even go back and buy special beach balls and a salt covered pail and shovel...hmmm, maybe next time. So... Blueberry and Hercules, whom Faith named have their new home.

A NOT so funny thing happened on the way to the doctors..

Today, was my cardio appointment that was supposed to happen last week. Gregg was sweet and took off work to bring me. I was already ahead of the game with my paperwork filled out and copies from my emergency stay. We arrive ahead of schedule, and the lady knew my name as I approached the counter. We go through the necessary rigmarole (is that a word?) and she asks, "Where is your referral?" I explained that the emergency doctor had made my appointment with the Cardiologist and I didn't need one. She continued to argue and basically became a complete jerk. Gregg comes up to tries to tell her we don't need a referral with our insurance, but she was set in her ways. Gregg had it! We marched across the street to the Emergency Room where Gregg demands to see the head of Emergency. When they asked us to sit, he refused and told them to have him come to us. The doctor was really nice and called the Cardiologist on his cell phone and explained the situation. Back over we go...back to the front desk. She then tells me, "We are going to do this even if we don't get paid." I assured her she would. I made the comment that my blood pressure was probably ski high and then she says,"Well, then we can't do the test today." At this point, the lady was almost on the verge of being taken down! Finally, I get in to do the test and yes...sky high blood pressure. I explain to the Sonogram lady all I had been through, and she was not happy, she assured me it would be dealt with. She was great and had me laughing in no time. Bottom line: All results came out great and I was released to go back to my normal life...Hooray!

Friday, February 20, 2009

The Diet Rollercoaster....

This last week to put it bluntly was like being in purgatory! I thought I would share how my first week went on my new diet plan.
I am going to a place called Medi, which have doctors that monitor your weight loss. This includes weekly shots, a myriad of supplements, and 500 calories of protein only. When ever you first start a new diet you are so motivated. My first day, I set my alarm to take my first pill and stayed faithful to the plan. I even took an 1 1/2 hike. At the end of each day, you have to take a urine test to see if your body is in ketosis(fat burning mode). The first day nothing! I am a want it now type of gal and was a little discouraged.
Fast forward to Tuesday, I am starting my day and all the sudden I have chest pains so bad I had to lie down. I assure Gregg I am fine and for him to go to work. Meanwhile, I am on the bed in tears hoping it would pass. He wanted me to call a doctor that morning but I got busy with life and forgot. He called several times during the day to make sure I was fine and to remind me to call the doctor. I went to pick him up at work and his first question was,"What did the doctor say?" I then had to tell him I forgot, I won't include what he said. After I called the doctor, he wanted me to go to the emergency room right away. On the way there, we get a flat tire. I really think the stress of knowing I was going to a place with needles, the flat tire and unhappy husband made my chest feel not so great again. The thing is, Gregg has been trying to get me to go get checked for the last year but I am always claiming I am to busy. In my defense, we are living in a new state and I need to find a new primary doctor. The first thing is always the IV and I have a huge fear of needles. I proceeded to tell the nurse you get one try and she made funny jokes like, " Oh, I have the biggest needle...I have a terrible rate of getting it the first time." I really wanted to smack this lady upside the head! Gregg told her it wasn't funny and that I really am afraid. After she finished, I am thinking whoo hoo bad part done... WRONG! I get informed they are taking it every 30 minutes to do a certain panel. I looked at Gregg and told him, "This is why I don't go to the doctors!" After the first panel is done, a man walks in and asks my name. I told him and he informed me he was there to take me to do a cat scan. Apparently, my D-dimers were way over the top and they wanted to rule out a blood clot or cancer. It was said so subtlety like ...do you want cream with your coffee? I had a million thoughts going through my head but I felt the worst for Gregg, he didn't look so hot. The guy was really awesome and Gregg sat with him during my whole procedure. Thank goodness, after the cat, chest x-rays, and more blood they determined I had neither. At this point, they wanted to keep me overnight and do a stress test in the morning. We had been in emergency for 5 1/2 hrs and I just wanted to go home. Not to mention, both my arms were very bruised. I looked like a junkie that didn't know how to hit a vein. Gregg spoke with the doctor and convinced him I wanted to be at home and we signed away liability. I have a Cardiology appointment this Tuesday.
After all this, I still kept faithful to my diet plan less the exercise...doctors orders. Today was my first weigh-in and I lost 5lbs and 4.5 lbs of body fat! As I start my second week, I am really hoping this one is not so stressful.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Time stops

At 4:30 p.m. everyday at Mac Dill Air Force base...time stops. All over the base retreat plays followed by the National Anthem. It is the coolest thing I have ever seen. People stop their carts in stores, kids get out of the pool, cars stop in the middle of the road and people get out....everything just freezes. People all over the base stop and place their hands on their heart and listen. Then when the music stops, things return to normal. I love that as busy as people are in their lives, they can take that brief moment to show their patriotism.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Thre Mail Tribune does a story on my hubby!

As you know, my husband spent a little over a month in D.C. during the Inauguration. Our local paper did a interview about him, but this was much more than we thought. They mentioned some of medals my husband has received. He has also received the Bronze Star and the Silver star for his actions overseas. My husband is a very humble man and has always felt the true hero's are the men that have died for our country, not so much those serving now. I am so proud of him and love that he has received some recognition for all he has done for our country.

By Paul Fattig-Mail Tribune
Central Point resident Gregg Ramsdell has never been one to shy away from a little athletic competition.So the Army master sergeant naturally stepped boldly forward when the man in the gymnasium at Fort Myer, Va., asked whether anyone wanted to shoot some baskets."He said he wanted to play some hoops and asked who was up for a game," he recalls. "I've always been one to state my mind. So I said, 'Sure, I'll play.' "Ramsdell may be 50, but he is in the Army's Special Operations Command. Staying fit is part of his Green Beret mission, the rest of which is largely classified. A power lifter, he had been in the gym working out on weights in January while on temporary assignment in Washington, D.C. for the presidential inaugural."He said, 'Aren't you a little old to be playing this game?' " Ramsdell says. "I told him, 'You go ahead and shoot from the outside but don't try to come inside.' "With that, Ramsdell played a game of three-on-three basketball with his future commander-in-chief, Barack Obama, the man who would become president of the United States.Turns out Obama frequently works out in a game of basketball at Fort Myer, which is adjacent to Arlington National Cemetery."He's about six-one, and pretty strong — a very good athlete," observes Ramsdell, who played football and baseball at San Diego State University. "I suck at basketball but I can shoot the ball pretty well."There was the usual horsing around that comes with a pickup game, including ribbing your opponent about potential fouls, thanks to a few flying elbows. Obama was a good sport who played well, Ramsdell says.The three-man team that included the man who would be president won, incidentally. But it wasn't the last meeting the soldier would have with his soon-to-be top boss.We'll get back to that later.Ramsdell, who is currently stationed at MacDill Air Force Base in Florida, was reared in Fort Jones, Calif. He joined the Army 25 years ago in Medford, serving 17 years on active duty. He was mobilized as a reservist in 2005, and has since served four stints in Iraq and two in Afghanistan.The son of a retired Marine Corps sergeant major, Ramsdell is a good fit for the Green Beret. Suffice it to say you want the soft-spoken fellow on your side should you ever be in harm's way."A lot of what we did was classified — just operational, meeting the bad guys," says Ramsdell, who received a Purple Heart for an incident in northern Iraq in which he explains, "I got blown up pretty good."Enough said, given the details are classified."I like what I do and I like to think I do it halfway decently — they keep me around," he says, then adds, "I serve my country with pride."No doubt that's why his military boss submitted him as one of more than 3,000 applicants to be assigned to the 2009 presidential inauguration. Of those, 300 were selected but only 10 were named to be military assistants to potential cabinet members.Ramsdell was assigned as military assistant to Hillary Clinton, the then-nominee for Secretary of State.Here's a fellow who is not unfamiliar with power brokers. He currently works for Gen. David Petraeus and formerly for Gen. John Abizaid, both military heavyweights. And he had met briefly with former President George W. Bush and former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice.But he had never been involved in a presidential inauguration."I'm used to the political side, but this was really fascinating," he says. "I met with Clinton three or four different times and drove her to the inauguration."He was even part of the inauguration parade."It was really the opportunity of a lifetime," he says.But it was his two encounters with Obama he likely will tell his grandchildren about in the years to come. The second meeting occurred a few days after the basketball game.Ramsdell and a fellow soldier, both in full military dress uniforms, were inside a federal building in D.C. that day. If you've spent any time in our nation's capital, you know it has a small-town atmosphere where you are likely to bump into all types of folks.When the elevator stopped on their floor, out stepped Obama and his entourage. They apparently had gotten out on the wrong floor, but that didn't stop the gregarious Obama from stopping to greet folks."He came up and said, 'Don't I know you?' " Ramsdell said. "I said, 'Yes, sir, we played basketball a few days ago.' "After they joked a bit about the game, Obama asked him about his Purple Heart."I told him I fell off a bar stool in Singapore," says Ramsdell, who then hastened to explain how it really happened. "I was very respective of the man. He wanted to know about our lives and where we were from. He asked how public schools were in Oregon."Ramsdell was not complimentary."He crossed his arms, tilted his head and said, 'Let's talk about this,' " the soldier recalls. "He spent about 25 minutes or so talking to us, getting to know our views, asking us about our families and our lives."He is my commander in chief and he wasn't just listening — he was having a real dialogue with us," he adds.
Reach reporter Paul Fattig at 776-4496 or e-mail him at pfattig@mailtribune.com. Reply Forward

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Day 5 & 6 in D.C.


{I thought this picture they had in the lobby was amazing}
The day was very chilly as snow was expected. Gregg took us to Arlington National Cemetery. It was beautiful to see all the white headstones in perfect formation but sad to see so many. We visited Kennedy's grave, where there is a constant fire burning and a guard standing by. We walked to to the tomb of the Unknown Solider and watched the changing of the guard. It was hard to fight back the tears as they moved with such precision and grace. Although, there was a crowd watching, no one was stirring as though time stopped. Faith was getting very cold but Gregg needed to visit some of his buddies he lost. There was a service going on nearby and there were several men dressed in their blues, which was very impressive. As Gregg knelt by his two buddies graves, I took Faith and gave him some time alone. After a brief time, I knew I needed to get him away, it is hard to see your man crying. We left the cemetery and went to Pentagon City which has a three story mall and warmed up at the one of the diners. We spent some time shopping and laughing at some of the Obama fluff-like flip flops with six of his heads on it. I think a little over the top.
{Every twenty-one seconds they take twenty-one steps, then they click their heels, do a ritual with the gun and start over again. They do this for an hour and then they change the guard.}
The next day, Gregg got us a tour in the Pentagon. I dressed nice, which meant heels and man, do I regret that. Gregg's friend took us to all rings A-E. That includes, all branches of the military. We even got to go two floors below the basement level to where the war phone calls come in. Not in the actual room, but close enough. It was neat to see the history of paintings from all decades. The displays with actual events and pieces preserved in the displays. They had guns, uniforms,disasters and wars that had taken place. This had more history then all the museums we visited. We spent 2 1/2 hrs and he said we could spend many more hours and still not take in everything. My feet were screaming...enough! I feel very honored that we had such an opportunity to see the innards of the mysterious Pentagon. As you know, I couldn't take any pictures.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Day 3 & 4 in D.C.


Saturday, we ventured into China town and went to Madam Tussuad's wax museum. Faith and Gregg humored me and posed by the people so I could have fun taking pictures. My favorite part was going through history and the important people of the different time periods. Then you flowed into the movie stars and reporters. Faith loved the Jonas Brothers and Hannah Montana. The last room was the Presidents and First Ladies. You could pose with Obama at the oval office desk. As always, you end up in the gift shop, and Faith is my little shopper. We bought a book of all the different wax museums. I would love to visit the one in London, they have a horror section with live people. After we finished, we strolled across the street to the Spy Museum and ate lunch. The food was horrible! We were next to Ford theatre but didn't check it out. That night we meet Gregg's buddies at Hillstreet Blues in Crystal City and had dinner. It was a fun little place with great food. We sat in the Louie Armstrong booth, one of my favorite songs is by him...."What a wonderful world."


The next day, we met up with some friends to view the Natural Museum of History and the Space Museum. Brad & Camela, and their two sons, Teddy and Jack came from Maryland. Ahmed & Danielle, and their two daughters, Layla and Sabrina came from Pennsylvania. I have been corresponding with these two ladies for the last year online and it was so great to meet them. I felt like we had been friends forever and the kids all got along great. The kids had a great time exploring and playing with all the hands-on exhibits. I think the adults had just as much fun. We saw an IMAX film on Fighter Jets and then finished the evening with dinner at Applebees.



Griffin gets destroyed by jerky