Here we go again

My day started as it usually does. Not enough sleep, my cell phone alarm going off at 5:30 a.m. Another week day of getting boys up and out for school. This morning however, only 2 boys would be going to school. The 3rd one, my 9 year old awoke with a fever of over 102. OH NO!!! Not again. His was just home for three days with a really bad cold a few weeks ago. Along with the fever came, nosebleeds and a really yucky stomach. Ok. I can handle this. I have done it countless times. I would just give him some Ibuprofen, a large glass of water and put him back to bed. I didn't count on the 7 year old bursting into tears and holding onto me for dear life. Begging and Pleading, "PLEASE don't make me go to school today mom!" "I don't want to go without Matthew!" "The kids are mean to me and I don't want to go!" It truly was heartbreaking. My common sense was being crushed by these sorrowful pleas. But he wasn't done yet. Nope! He threw me a low blow as he continued with, "I want to stay home with you mommy and bake cookies and eat your homemade soup for lunch"! Oh! You know where to aim Ky. Right in a cooking mother's heart. Mind you, he only tries to eat the chocolate chips when i make cookies and he NEVER eats my homemade soup. I knew the only thing I could do was call in re-enforcements. Paul, help! Thankfully, he was home today. I peeled the crying child off of my chest and passed him over to his dad. He talked to him for awhile repeating what I had told him already. But,dad was able to stop the tears. He knew he could still use those eyes on me though as he asked me to please make his favorite Belgium waffles for breakfast. Sure Ky. How could I say no to those big,red puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks? I sat the boys down for breakfast, but I guess MJ's fever had overtaken his appetite. He opted for a large glass of water along with his big blanket and tv remote. Ky finished his meal, packed his lunch and gave me a big hug. Kissing me and telling me to have a good day and to "be good". He was all smiles as he walked out the door and I felt better too. It will be a good day Ky. I've got my Keurig, a whole lotta coffee pods, a fresh bottle of ibuprofen for MJ and the industrial sized can of Lysol.(still have some left over from the last illnesses) Just another day in the Dorsey house. Guess I had better put a pot on for soup. I have a feeling it's going to be needed. Peace!

02/17/1994-How I met my Husband

I used to work for First Chicago Bank as a bank teller supervisor back in the 90's. I worked most days by myself and it could get pretty boring. If I didn't have a lot of customers, I could literally spend an entire day doing nothing. My favorite part of the day would be when my co-workers would come over and spend their lunch hours with me. They weren't always able to do this, so on one such lonely day, I decided to call in to a radio station and request a song. I didn't think I would actually get through, but I tried it anyway. To my surprise, someone actually answered the phone.

 It was "Crazy Howard McGee" (a very popular radio personality) from WGCI on the other end of the phone! After my initial shock, I heard him ask me what I was doing for my guy that day. He went on to explain that it was, "Men's Thursday" and that I had to do what ever my husband/boyfriend wanted me to do that day. I told him that "Men's Thursday" didn't apply to me because I was single. He asked me my name and what company I worked for and he told me he would play me a song. I hung up still laughing that I had actually gotten through.

 My phone started ringing at work from friend's who had heard me. They mostly told me that I was crazy and that I was gonna get calls from weirdos. I continued working and didn't think twice when the phone rang again about 20 minutes later. I answered as usual,"Good Afternoon First Chicago Bank, this is Jocelyn". I heard in reply, "Hi, you don't know me, my name is Paul. I just heard your voice on the radio and I had to find you."..... *silence*...... "Oh snap," They were right! To say I was a bit shocked, is an understatement. I felt like one of those women in a horror movie where the call is coming from inside the house. I was nervous but, as we started to talk and I listened to his voice, all fear washed away.


We talked for about an hour and I felt a calm wash over me. It was the first time in a long time that I felt that warm fuzzy feeling inside. We agreed to meet after work. He came by my job and believe me when I say this. When I saw him, I knew he would be the man I would marry. When I told my friends,they wondered if had lost my mind. They were convinced of my insanity when I announced my engagement to my radio guy a mere 3 months later. Which of course, had been done over the radio as well. We were married 2 months after that. (July 23rd 1994)  So, that's the story of how I met my husband. As crazy as it sounds, it's all true. And, it has most certainly been one adventure after another.

One day I'll learn (Maybe)

When I was a little girl( and older), I always brought home stray animals. Cats, dogs, squirrels, birds, etc...It got to the point that other people actually started bringing me their strays because they knew I would take them in. When I moved in my current home, I vowed to stop doing this, especially because I had 4 children and they definitely kept me very busy. It wasn't long though until i started feeling that itch to rescue something. We had a couple dogs that weren't a good fit for our family. Most of them had anger management problems and I didn't trust them around my boys. I was resigned to not having a pet until our dog, Benji came into our lives 3 years ago. He is a sweet, poodle mix that fit into our family perfectly. We finally had our pet. The boys loved him, he was housebroken and he was smart. Skip ahead 2 years and my husband now has the itch. Even though we still have Benji,he wants a large breed dog. Something that has a menacing bark but could sneak up on bad guys. :) We looked on different rescue sites and checked out pictures online of all the animals that needed to be rescued. My husband declared that, "His perfect dog would come to him". The next day, our dog Benji was outside doing his normal bark at everything that moves routine, when my husband looked out the window to see what he was barking at this time. To his surprise we saw a thin, dog running down the alley. We thought maybe she was being walked off leash, but no one was behind her. We watched her walk away. My husband went back to doing something else, but she stayed in my mind. My old rescue gene kicked into high gear and I went outside to see if she was still there. To my surprise, she was. I walked toward her and she came right to me. I should have walked right back into my house right then. Why oh why did I bring her back to the house? I thought I had finally grown out of this. My husband took a good look at her and fell in love. Darn it! I did it again. I figured we would let her get warm and give her something to eat and take to the shelter. Nope. By the end of the day, she had a name(Loni), a bed and a new home. Benji, is slowly coming around. We reassure him several times a day that he is not being replaced. Loni seems to be either a boxer mix or a pit bull mix. She is kind, gentle and thinks she is a lap dog. It is a bit different having the two of them underfoot. But, their daily game of keep away is always fun to watch. Am I crazy for bringing this dog into our lives? Probably. Do I wish I had just let her walk away? I don't honestly know. Do I love her? Yes. Time will tell how this new adventure plays out. But, at least we know that for now she is off the streets and being cared for by a family that loves her. I don't plan on bringing any more strays home anytime soon. But with me, you just never know.

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