Monday, May 24, 2010
We went to the cemetery today to visit Mr. H's grandparents and the boys. Upon driving up to the section in which his grandparents rest, I realized their flowers looked a little funny. We grabbed a new bouquet from the back seat along with some things to clean the headstone. When we approached their marker we realized that the flowers did indeed look funny. They weren't in a vase. Instead they were sticking in a hole in the ground in where a vase should be.
We went to the office to inquire about it. I waited in the car while Mr. H went in to talk to someone about the missing vase. their response was that there were two brothers that were going around central Texas stealing thousands of bronze vases to melt them down and collect the money. Who does that? The men were caught and are now in prison (according to the woman he spoke to) but the cemetery doesn't plan on replacing the vases and they aren't being returned.
Luckily, the boys headstones and vases were untouched.
So in order to get another vase to replace the stolen one, WE have to pay for it. That is wrong on so many levels. They did say that instead of the usual $300 to replace it we could purchase one for $60. Again, not okay with me. Over 400 bronze vases were stolen from this one cemetery, yet we were never notified. I know it's not the cemeteries fault that this happened but doesn't someone have to be held responsible.
What would you do?
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
I've been wondering lately (well actually for a couple years now) what our next child's gender will be. We've had a boy and girls name picked out since we first found out we were pregnant with Sam (4 years ago) and neither have been used.
I've wondered if we'll have a girl and if I'll be satisfied with that. I know that sounds shitty, but my heart desires and misses my boys. I want a boy because I feel like I need to live out my life parenting a son. I need to know what I've been missing out on.
A few weeks ago, I was eating a popsicle while taking care of LD. It was a fruity one with a joke on the stick. The icy treat was covering up part of the popsicle and as soon as I read it, I got anxious and had to call Mr. H.
I felt like it was a sign (from the popsicle gods???) of what was to come. Then I finished the lemony pop and read the rest of the joke.
And it made me laugh.
Will we have a girl? I don't know but if we do, we'll know what to call her and it won't be Patty. She will be loved, there's no doubt about that. But do I want a boy? Yes. Will I be happy and blessed with either? Absolutely.