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The adventure of picking up the cake

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It’s an understatement to say nothing ever goes right with me. So the logical conclusion would be that picking up the cake was a true Mole adventure. When I called the sculpture park and the office is closed until Monday I went into full on panic mode because the auction site said they had to be picked up by the fourth. I also wanted my cake, like today. I call Meg in a panic and she said why don’t you try to find a park ranger and talk to him. She is so smart! So I jump in my car and find the ranger. Now he is in his car on his cell phone and I am standing out in the rain waiting for him to get off the phone. He finally gets out an apologizes for keeping me waiting. i said its no big deal I’m too mean to melt. When he caught my humor he started laughing. So I told him I won the auction and he said let’s go see if anyone from maintenance is still here and we can talk to them and I will show you the back entrance to the park. I showed the maintenance guy my papers and he was fine with me coming back with my husband. So I found the back parking lot which was right next to the cake. Most people parked over on the other side and had quite a walk. So my husband and I turn the cake over to remove the sandbags and guess what? My cake does not have a secret hatch or sandbags. So we removed the concrete blocks that were inside and put it safely in the truck. When we got home we were moving it into the front yard to hose it off when it slipped out of my hands and went skimming down my leg and to the ground. Now my husband saved the day by not just letting him (the cake) fall. The cake was fine, my leg not so much. (His back is now hurting because of not letting the cake fall to the ground.)  My leg doesn’t hurt too bad right now but by tomorrow it should be a hot bruised mess. I had on a brand new pair of jeans and luckily it did not rip a hole in them. My cake has metal around the bottom which is what nailed my leg. So my cake is safely home and he is in the garage till he dries and then will be safely in the basement. My husband is acting about the cake like he does our dog. He can’t stand the thing when I actually I think he finds it really cool.

Yes i am referring to my cake as a boy. Most of the cakes I would consider to be girls but I think the sculpture park was one of the most boy cakes around. And my husband who “thinks the thing is stupid” has already looked at my picture from the spring to see how the top looked and what is missing. He is also figuring out what was used to glue the wood to the top. The cake could use some fixing, I am hoping at some point to meet the artist Nick Lang and see what he suggests.

Mole moral: We own the coolest cake ever!!!

 

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A trip to Salem

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For the longest time Emily and I have wanted to go to Salem to see where her great grandparents are buried and where my dad grew up. Well it’s been well documented that I have a fear of not knowing where I am going so it took my dad volunteering to go with us for us to finally make it to Salem. I have dreamed many times that I have went back there and the place looked exactly the same. Well in real life it has changed a lot! I don’t think I could have found anything without an address. The road from Rolla to Salem was horrible back in the day. Twisty and hilly and I would end up with a really bad headache and trying not to puke. Now almost 25 years later the road has been straightened and flattened so no car sickness. So we discussed going home via St. James as that road is still twisty. And then we drove to the farm. Now the house on the farm that my dad grew up in burned to the ground some years ago and was replaced by a log cabin. My dad brought pictures of how it looked back in the day and the next time he comes over I plan to scan them and reprint them for my scrapbook. He also showed us pictures of the barn that is no longer there. I always envisioned this place in the middle of the road but it was on the corner. I found that interesting because when my grandparents moved to town their house was also on the corner. By the time we got to the farm we were all ready to vomit and said forget going home St. James it’s back the way we came.

Our next stop was the cemetery and yes we took pictures of the gravestones. My dad asked if that was creepy. I said nope we have pictures of Grandpa Millers as well. It’s a mole thing. My grandparents are buried by both of his brothers and their wives. My dad was 20 years younger than his brothers so they have already gone onto heaven. We then discussed what his wishes were when he joins all of them in heaven.

Next stop we found the house in town. The trim use to be green and a car port instead of the garage. So many memories and I can remember exactly how the inside looked. I told Emily a big treat was we always had radishes. She looked at me like I was insane (ok I am) so I said we also had ice cream with fresh peaches or strawberries and candy corn. On my sister and mines birthday she would mail a card. The birthday girl would get 4 dollars and the non birthday girl would get a dollar. It was really really cool and one of my favorite memories. My grandma had pneumonia 7 times one winter (or something crazy like that) and had a breathing machine. Looking back it was probably one of the early nebulizer. Every time I was down there I would work on memorizing the sermon on the mount. I never did get it memorized but can still see the guest bedroom and her bible and the really cool brush she would let us play with.

Our last stop was Aunt Ruth and Uncle Bobs house. They moved to Salem to keep an eye on my grandparents and when they went to heaven my aunt and uncle moved to Arkansas. They both recently passed away. So many memories of all of them sitting around their house talking while my sister and I dozed off. Uncle Bob had a horse and he took us out to the property where he kept it. I can’t remember if we ever rode any of his horses but I do remember petting it.

And that is my trip down memory lane. I had a fantastic time with my dad and Emily. It was a great day. Now some pictures posted in the order that we visited.

Mole moral: My dad is a much better navigator, he didn’t talk super loud and get all excited when we had to turn around or went the wrong way. Unlike my days of screaming during caking!

 

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Rachel takes the cake

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IMG_4653 IMG_4654It was a fun night last night. Brian was in bed, Emily and Kayla were out and Allyson was reading in her room. And what was I doing? I was bidding on the Stl250 cakes. When I first heard they were up for auction I really wanted the      Laumeier Sculpture Park cake. When Allyson and I went to see it this summer we were fascinated with the way it was designed. There were pencils and rocks and screwdrivers and fencing and all kinds of stuff. The bid on that took off and was out of my price range right away.

So I turned my sights on the Harley Davidson Cake because it is orange and my favorite color. I was added to the stl250 cake way to the west Facebook group a couple of weeks ago and what a blessing that has been. I met Andrea and her love of cakes and knowledge about them is amazing. She told me that the Harley cake was originally supposed to go to Fast Eddies so if I looked on the base I would see the Pisia bird.

IMG_0950 Just mentioning that bird brings back one of our most frustrating cake experiences ever.That was the day Kayla, Dominic, and I did a ton of cakes in IL. Alton was a nightmare and the address listed for the bird took us to a subdivision. I thought it was like a real bird statue. We finally found Alton Visitor cente,r they told us the bird was on the way to Grafton on the great river road. When we saw it, we wanted to set the cliff on fire. Its a painting of a crazy looking bird on the side of a cliff. That was also the day I got a new iPhone, took all the cake pictures and came home and plugged my phone in and set it to my old phone settings losing all of my cake pictures. Three hours of research later I discovered how to go back to the first settings and retrieve the photos. I ran into Kayla’s room and sang the Doxology to her and Dominic because that was such a long day we did not want have to redo them.

So back to the bidding. I had a limit and then found out a friend wanted to give me some money towards it. The Harley Cake was quickly reaching my max so with 15 seconds left I bid my max amount of money on the sculpture cake and won it. Allyson was very excited, especially when I told her I wanted to give her the cake when she is older. She is my artist and the cake just makes me think of her.

Brian thinks I am a fruitcake for wanting “some stupid cake”. He does not realize that first of all its art and second of all it represents so much for me. First of all its a reminder i set my fear of not knowing where i am going and went to places in St. Louis I would have never ventured to! Each cake holds so many memories with the people who were with me when I found each cake. All the yelling and screaming when we were lost and the euphoria when we finally spotted one. It was a crazy fun summer and fall and I am sad it has come to an end.

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“The best day ever!”

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The best day ever is a spongebob squarepants quote and accurately reflects my day today. I am so thankful that a couple of days ago I asked the stl250 Facebook page if they were ever going to display the 2 roving cakes (as in the two I have yet to see) before the end of the year. I really want to finish my digital scrapbook but not if I can still see those two cakes. The answer I received was better than I imagined.

IMG_0902Today the finishing touches were being put on the last roving cake and I was invited to not only see the cake but everyone that stopped by could paint dots on the cake. Ok that alone was freaking cool. Also there is a gold cake that was the prototype for the real cakes and it was going to be there too! This means the only one I have not seen is the cartoon cake. It is one of the cakes that is up for auction. Well on New Years Eve at First Night the cakes are supposed to be displayed. The gal in IMG_0899charge was not sure if the cartoon cake would be there. Trust me the room was filled with crazy cake people wanting to know the answer to that question. If the cake will be out on New Years Eve, then Emily and I will be attending First Night for the first time ever. The funny thing is, I originally signed up to work New Years Eve but was told it’s not considered a major holiday so I am working New Years Day instead. So I can see my last cake. If not, I might have hunted down the IMG_0907person that won the cake and ask to see it. Yes I am that obsessed. All 257 cakes is my goal.

While we were there I purchased the complete post card set of all 253 official cakes (the extra Ameren UE cake, the two rovings and the gold cake are not considered official) and two extra postcards for a friend of mine. I also purchased a different artist pencil drawings of zebras. They also had a contest of who took the best pictures of cakes and the winners on the wall for sale. Emily wanted the picture of The Church of the Holy Family in Cahokia IL. At the time Allyson and I went there (our second cake) my mom was writing her blog When The Church Bells Rang about our family history. She said the bells use to ring all the time and she hadn’t heard them in thirty years. Just as Allyson and I finished with the picture the bells rang and I really felt it was my grandpa Miller saying hello from Heaven. The photo is really cool and Emily is going to hang it up in her apartment since I do not believe in hanging up pictures.

I couldn’t ask for a better day. This caking my seem crazy but the family memories we have made are indescribable. I will be glad when my scrapbook is finally finished and we can all look it!

Mole moral: Mama mole worked 74 hours the past two weeks because the Shaw Art Show was going to have the last cake and she would need to purchase a few really cool things!

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Never say Never

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imageI may have written about the word never before and one day I will learn not to use it. It was a Christmas eve at least ten years ago when my husband decided to get me a fire extinguisher for Christmas. I went off (shocking) and told him that was the stupidest gift ever, that I worked in the burn unit and the house could burn to the ground before I would attempt to fight a fire. And this past Tuesday happened. I was attempting to make cracker crack for our work party the next day. Cracker crack is saltines crackers and then you pour melted butter and brown sugar over them. Slap them in the oven for five minutes and then put chocolate chips on top and then freeze. So as I was taking it out of the oven a flame was shooting out of the bottom hole of my gas oven. I then threw the whole RACE and PASS into effect. We have learned this every year at the hospital for fire safety who would have known I could do it without even realizing it.

Rescue-I made sure the kids were all safe

Alarm-I said holy (insert curse words) we have a fire in the oven.

Close-Suppose to close the doors but instead I said open the back door and turn the attic fan on before the smoke detector comes on and wakes up your dad.

Extinguish-I grab flour out of the pantry and throw it on the flames, it gets worse instead of better.

I soon realize I have no choice but to move onto the next acronym knowing full well I will have to eat the I’m NEVER using the fire extinguisher comment.

Pull the pin

Aim the nozzle

Squeeze the trigger

Sweep it back and forth.

And then the fire was out and fire extinguisher dust was all over the cracker crack. And next I had to google if you could use an oven after a fire and how to clean it. And so I vacuumed the extinguisher dust out of the oven and wiped it down. I then put oven cleaner in and was going to clean the next morning. Except work called and had me come in at 8 in the morning so I did it today. After self-cleaning and the smoke detector going off at least the times, the oven is back to normal.

Mole moral-Looks like I will be getting a brand new fire extinguisher for Christmas! Oh and the flour was really corn meal. I grabbed the wrong stuff.

And the next day at work I get a text from Emily saying I am trying to burn the house to the ground as I left the straightener on.

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The Christmas Spirit

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IMG_6422Something crazy happened to me this year and I got the wild idea to put up Christmas stockings on all the patients rooms on WH. At first I was just going to cut them out and hang them up. However, one day at the rec center I came up with the great idea to put the Christmas Story in bible verses on all the stockings so that if you started at 2301 and walked around in room order you would read the entire thing. Now with the great invention of the internet and biblegateway.com this was rather easy.

 

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Over the past three weeks every Monday when I work 2 of the stockings have disappeared. 2301 went missing twice so when I made a third one, I taped it to the door hanger because I thought maybe it kept falling off. When I came in yesterday 2319 was missing. I did learn that it was taken as a reminder of the patients stay on WH. Now I really did not think anyone would want to have these because I give myself no credit for being creative. So today I spent an hour redoing 2319 because not only did I not save any of the pictures but I had a heck of a time remembering what size. But it’s finished and will return to the room door shortly.

Mole moral: Always save pictures and the size they were printed, one never knows when they might be needed again!

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A life changing event

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232323232fp93232>ydnjthgqubwsnrcgu8243>nu=3235>844>978>WSNRCG=3-94445564324nu0mrjIt’s hard to believe that ten years ago today the RN strike started against St. Johns Mercy Medical Center. In some ways it seems like just yesterday, and others many lifetimes ago. It was certainly a life changing event for me. I was picket site #6 (why do I remember this stuff?) and met a lot of new people over the almost six weeks we were out in the freezing cold. I remember Christmas Day being extremely cold and since I would have worked 3-11, I did four hours on the picket line. Then on New Years Eve it was so warm we didn’t even have the fire barrels fired up. We certainly turned the medical center into shanty town. I remember that some people who lived there complaining about it. It really was monumental. I do believe we were the first nurses union in the state of Missouri and certainly the first to strike.

During this time, we created an email chain and would send out emails for support and to let each other know what was going on. Well since I love to write, you can see that I became heavily involved. It is how I became fairly well-known all over the hospital. Now this totally cracked me up because you see ever since I was a little kid, I would hide out in the corner hoping no one would notice me. I am still that way most of the time. My sister-in-law worked at Dierbergs and people would come through her line and say I know your sister-in-law Rachel. It was crazy.

The emails were turned over to management upon return to work. We eventually found out who did it and although it was infuriating at the time, as time as passed it really no longer matter. Everyone that was out on strike had to go to meetings before they could return to work. I am not sure if they thought all the people who stayed out the entire time were going to break the legs of people who worked during that time. I certainly had no intention of it. However, I was not allowed to attend one of those meetings but had a special one on one meeting with HR and my nurse manager. They had to access my level of anger to see if I was safe to return to work. I remember talking to my father after the meeting and he said he would have walked in there and told them to F off. I however played the game because I really just wanted to come back to work and resume taking care of the heart print patients. (moms who lost a baby). And so I promised to be good and stay out of trouble. And that lasted about two shifts at work. Management put a note on the dry erase board stating we could no longer chart at the main nurses station but had to chart at the pods. So what did I do? I wrote spare me next to it. The next shift I worked I got called into the office and talked to by HR like I had just sold heroin to kids on the school playground. I was informed I would be formally counseled for this to which my smart reply was great I will bring a union rep. Our secretary was a union person and she honored the picket line and never returned to work. So Holly was our new secretary. I walked up to her and said do you smoke and she said yes. I said I’m Rachel and we are going to go smoke a cigarette. So after not smoking for six weeks while out on strike I was back at it. I also made a great friend in Holly that day!

The nurses union would be voted out three years later and not return. I became involved with CNA (California Nurses Association) now called NNOC (national nurses organizing committee.) until the union was voted out. I was then finished with it and ready just to focus on nursing.  I became good friends with those representatives as well who also constantly told me I was a leader. I still don’t see myself as a leader but since everyone else seems to, I try to behave these days.

After the strike was over Laura talked me into signing up to do a 1/2 marathon with Team in Training. She ended up becoming pregnant and did not do the marathon but I did. I smoked all during the training and would actually smoke to and from the way to the track. It would be another 4 years before Erin would talk Jennifer and I into doing a 1/2 marathon. It was the Lewis and Clark half and my number was 2319. (Yep the monsters inc code which i was totally excited). Erin ended up not being able to do it because that is when our computer documentation started but it triggered my walking and then running obsession.

A lot of good things came out of the strike. I made some great friends especially Kathy, Jean, Carol, and Jane from the surgery center. I found out I am seen as a leader of sorts, no matter how scary that might be. I eventually started running and got into the best shape of my life. And I still work at Mercy despite my constant paranoia that I will be fired at anytime.

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A busy week for mom mole!

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The past four days I was at Mercy for a total of 38 hours. Of those, 12 I did not get paid for. Why you ask because I am crazy and went and observed surgery on my day off. I have been wanting to see Dr. Veronikis surgery for a couple of years now and since my all time favorite resident is with him this month, I finally made my way down there. It was awesome. Ok that’s probably obvious or otherwise I would have never stayed the entire time. I saw a bunch of different surgical procedures. I saw a sling release (I had that done my second surgery when I had the hematoma drained), I saw the exact same surgery I had and I saw vaginal and abdominal mesh removal. The best part is when I read operative reports I will be able visualize exactly what is happening.

This transvaginal mesh and mesh for pelvic organ prolapse has been a big interest in mine for the past year or so. It has actually taken over my heart print (moms who have had a pregnancy loss) calling. My first thought is I agree with the resident, if you can put it in, you better be able to take it out. However there are very few uro/gyn’s in the country who can take it out and even less that can do full mesh removal. Heres my opinion and my opinion only after doing a lot of reading and talking to a lot of patients. Most doctors flat-out deny that any of a woman’s symptoms is related to mesh. They blame everything else under the sun and deny deny deny mesh is causing issues. The only training most doctors have received to put in mesh is a weekend crash course. When mesh first came out some doctors were compensated by the mesh companies for each mesh surgery they did. It seems like a lot of time the statutes of limitation has run out by the time the mesh victim has finally gotten someone to say yes this mesh is the cause of your issues. It’s sad because a lot of the women are in so much pain they cannot do much of anything except lay down. Even sitting causes severe pain. This leads to job loss, loss of friends and even spouses. Yet it continues to be put in everyday by doctors who cannot remove it if the patient has issues. Ok that’s my mesh rant for the day.

After surgery was over they all asked me if I wanted to come work down there. I said no, it is not my calling. Funny enough when I started nursing school I thought I wanted to be a surgical nurse. One day in clinical’s down in the OR and I knew that it was not for me. The patients are asleep so you can’t even talk to them. Plus standing for 10 hours is tough! I did see all kinds of cool things. I saw massive abdominal adhesions, the retroperitoneal  space and the peritoneal cavity. I saw a JP put in and when Dr. Veronikis was doing the vaginal packing I told him if he thought that was lightly packed, he was crazy. I got to see a cystoscopy after the patient was injected with blue dye (can’t spell the name) and watch urine come out of the ureters into the bladder. Now that alone was worth not getting paid. And I got to give Dr. V. crap for all the staples he uses, because the resident did them and then he added more!

Last week I became a high fall risk again. I hadn’t fallen since 1/1/13 when I was running in front of Ugas. However I went with Emily to Dr. Hottie (aka Dr. Larkin) to see if she had a stress fracture in her other leg. He came in and said your x-ray was clear so its just shin splints. However when he did the hands on physical exam he got really upset because they all screamed stress fracture. So he wanted to do an MRI to be sure which would have to be done in Kansas City. So I ran upstairs to use the bathroom and on the way down I fell down the steps. My foot didn’t hit the step right and backwards I went. Emily who couldn’t even see me started laughing. I wasn’t hurt but I was annoyed because I need a yellow bracelet again.

I hope I never have to work full time. I don’t know how people do it. My house is a mess and I have zero energy to do anything today. It does not help that it is raining. Maybe just maybe I will get the ornaments on the Christmas tree this weekend. Hey at least the lights are on!

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A Mole Thanksgiving

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IMG_6478Every year we go to Brian’s parents house for Thanksgiving as a tradition. When I was growing up we never really did much and certainly never had a turkey. It’s probably one of the reasons I really don’t like turkey very much. Anyway this year Chris (Tracy’s husband) was home from the Army so everyone was there. It was totally out of control. It started with Allyson burping like a boy. Then Tyler starts making farting noises with his armpits. Then to top that off he makes farting noises with his knee. Grandma Judy then tells Tyler that is horrible and Tyler says like you could do any better. Tracy busts out laughing and Emily almost chokes. Chris says to Emily don’t spit anything out of your mouth. She didn’t. Then all of a sudden Kyle dumps macaroni and cheese all over his lap. He manages to get it all scooped up into his napkin and Chris takes it out of his lap. I think they might have fed it to the dog but I am not sure as Allyson chose this time to burp even louder than the first. It was quite the comedy hour.

It was one of the best Thanksgivings ever. Chris’s cancer must be stable. I don’t think he has gotten any better but his cancer hasn’t gotten any worse. He has stage 4 lymphoma. He has one more year of military service and then he can retire. So I said the plan is not to kick the bucket until january of 2016. I am one sick nurse. I know it. But hey if you have terminal cancer why beat around the bush. CR always asks and tells it as it is.

Mole moral: If you have manners and etiquette, you have no business sharing a meal with the moles.

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A tribute to Bob Stehlin

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While the world is fixated on the events unfolding in Ferguson after the grand jury decided not to indict Darren Wilson, Bob lost his fight to ALS. Of course with this horrible disease there is no other outcome. It is a death sentence he received a little over 5 years ago. I will admit I did not visit him and haven’t seen him since we went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner. That was probably 2 years ago. Or maybe the last time I seen him was when his daughter’s apartment burned. I was selfish and didn’t go because I couldn’t stand to see his body deteriorate I tried to be supportive of Laura and let her vent and talk in any way she needed. But I did not call her or text her because I didn’t want to bother her and be intrusive. You see this is such an awful thing and it is hard to know what to do.

Bob shared a birthday with my nephew Andrew who passed away at six hours old. I can find comfort in that maybe those two have already met and are sharing communion in Heaven. I also find comfort in knowing that Bob is no longer suffering. He can breathe, eat, move, play and take photos again. He loved photography and was starting up his own photography business when this all started. Maybe we don’t eat it heaven but if we do I hope he is having a seven course meal!

The hard part is for those left behind. His wife Laura, his two boys and his two daughters and every single other person that met Bob. Yes one day they will be reunited in Heaven but for those of us here on earth it will seem like a lifetime while I imagine in Heaven its in a flash. So Bob is the lucky one. He’s now living pain-free while the rest of us are sad and will miss him terribly. Although I am sad he has went to be with Jesus, I am happy his suffering has ended.

May peace be with his family as they make arrangements for his funeral and say their good-byes. I will miss you Bob Stehlin, more than you will ever know!

Mole moral:Always be kind to one another, it could be your last opportunity!