OneTrueMedia.com – A BIG thumbs up!

5 12 2006

I have been a member of OneTrueMedia for a while now. I have been creating a video montage of my baby girl from birth until now. My husband and I thought it was a great idea to get copies of the montages for my parents and his parents for Christmas gifts.
I am sooo thrilled with them. They are awesome and I highly recommend them to anyone!!!
I place my order last Thursday. My order shipped Friday and I received it yesterday. I came home from work and was like WOW! Super quick!

I opened up the box and there were 2 beautiful DVDs of our little girl. I stuck the DVD in the player and watched this montage that I created. I got teary eyed and it was so beautiful. They did such a great job.

What a great gift for our parents. We live 500 miles away and they don’t get to see our new baby that much so I thought this would be a great gift.

Has anyone ever ordered from Onetruemedia.com? How was your experience with them? I would love to hear about it!!! Share your experiences and thoughts!!

Thanks for reading.





Police: Baby Might Have Been Microwaved

29 11 2006

Such horrible, horrible people in this world. They do not deserve to have children.

An infant girl who died in August 2005 of a high body temperature might have been put in a microwave, and her mother has been charged in the death, authorities said Tuesday.

China Arnold, 26, was arrested at her home Monday on a charge of aggravated murder, more than a year after she brought her dead month-old baby to a hospital, police said.

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Thanksgiving….from my family to yours

22 11 2006

I just wanted to wish everyone a great holiday season!!

Thanksgiving, or Thanksgiving Day (Action de grâce in French),is an annual one-day holiday to give thanks (traditionally to God) at the close of the harvest season. In the United States, Thanksgiving is celebrated on the fourth Thursday of November. In Canada, it is celebrated on the second Monday in October. In the United Kingdom, Thanksgiving is another name for the Harvest festival, held in churches across the country on a relevant Sunday to mark the end of the local harvest, though it is not thought of as a major event (compared to Christmas or Easter) as it is in other parts of the world. This tradition was taken to North America by early settlers, where it became much more important.

In America, certain kinds of food are traditionally served at Thanksgiving meals. First and foremost, Domesticated turkey is usually the featured item on any Thanksgiving feast table (so much so that Thanksgiving is sometimes referred to as “Turkey Day”). Stuffing, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, Indian corn and other fall vegetables, and pumpkin pie are also commonly associated with Thanksgiving dinner.

On Thanksgiving Day, families and friends usually gather for a large meal or dinner. This results in Thanksgiving holiday weekend being one of the busiest travel periods of the year.

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5-Year-Old in Coma After Dental Visit

26 09 2006

Diamond Brownridge, a 5-year-old Chicago girl remained in a coma this morning after she was sedated during a visit to the dentist and never woke up. She is now in critical condition at Children’s Memorial hospital and not expected to survive.   A few things don’t add up.  First, why would any dentist put such a young child under sedation?  Especially when it’s to work on a couple cavities.  Where was the specialist to administer the drugs?  Why wasn’t the mother allowed to stay in the room?  The incident started about 8 a.m. Saturday when Travis brought her daughter to the Little Angel Dental office, a storefront dental clinic in Chicago’s Little Village neighborhood. The girl had complained of tooth pain. A dentist discovered a couple of cavities and also determined the child should get caps on her lower front teeth.

To prepare her for the procedure, Diamond was given an oral sedative, followed by an intravenous sedative and nitrous oxide gas, Travis said. The mother said she was told to leave the room during treatment. (ABSOLUTELY NOT)

Travis returned a half-hour later, paid the bill for the office visit and found her daughter lying on her side in a chair. The child was not breathing.

“When I reached to get my daughter, I turned her around and immediately… her head went back, her eyes were in the back of her head, and she was just numb,” Travis told a news station.

Diamond had no pulse, and paramedics were unable to resuscitate her. She was taken to Mt. Sinai Hospital and then transferred to Children’s Memorial.

Family members were stunned by the turn of events. They described Diamond as an outgoing and intelligent girl who had just started kindergarten.

“It’s very hard dealing with this right now because she was everything to me, my little princess, my little best friend,” the child’s father, Paris Brownridge, news reporters.

Travis, a medical assistant, said she would have been able to tell something was wrong.

“I feel if I would have stayed there, I would have known when her heart stopped,” the mother said. “I believe her heart probably stopped in the middle of the procedure, and they did not recognize it.”

The lesson for other parents, she said, is, “Whenever you go to take your daughter to the doctor, don’t leave the room. Regardless if they tell you to leave the room, do not leave the room.”





Maybe it’s you – Nice email I received

24 09 2006

MAYBE IT’S YOU

It was one of those cold winter nights in the Haight district of San Francisco, the kind where the rain hurts, and your breath forms huge cotton balls that bounce on the pavement.

I was driving an eyesore that could only be referred to as a “car” by someone who was either a shameless liar or a good friend. Technically, the vehicle was totaled when I bought it from an unscrupulous neighbor, because it needed an engine overhaul that would have cost more than the car itself. I added a quart of oil before every journey. Most of it would leak out along the way. I tried to imagine I was driving a huge magical snail; that way I didn’t mind the slow speeds and the slime trail it left.

The car’s outer paint had transformed into a hideous mixture of rust and “something brown.” The engine sounded like a lawnmower with tuberculosis. If anyone ever wondered what the inside of an automobile seat looked like, my car had the answers. It was a difficult car to drive because you had to keep your fingers and toes crossed to keep the engine running.

That night I must have uncrossed my fingers to scratch something. The car died in the middle of a four-lane stretch of Oak Street. I coasted as far as I could, hoping for a place to turn off, but the street was lined with parked cars and the nearest intersection was beyond coasting distance.

There I sat, in busy evening traffic, no lights, no locomotion, as tons of steel and plastic screamed by. In my rearview mirror I saw a pair of headlights pull up and stop behind me. I knew what was coming. Soon the horn would start and someone would be cursing at me.

In San Francisco, if you dawdle too long after a light turns green, you get the horn. If you dare to come to a full stop at a stop sign, you get the horn from the car behind you. I figured I was begging for trouble.

But I was wrong.

A stranger got out of the car and came to my window. He shouted, “Do you want a push?”

I was stunned but must have nodded in the affirmative. He waived to his car and two teens piled out to apply themselves to my bumper. When I was safely delivered to a side street, they hopped back into their car and rejoined the sea of anonymous traffic.

I didn’t get to thank them.

Over the years I’ve realized something about the stranger who stopped to help. I’ve noticed that every time I’m in trouble, he appears. He never looks the same. Sometimes he’s a woman. His age and ethnicity vary. But he’s always there.

I’ve started to understand he’s the best part of what makes us human beings. The one true thing in this world is an unasked kindness provided by a stranger. It’s the invisible cord that binds us all together and makes life worthwhile.

This year, when you find yourself immersed in the clutter and bustle, annoyed by the long lines, baffled about how you’ll get everything done, remember this:

One of the people in that crowd is the stranger. Today, maybe it’s you.

By Scott Adams





Received this in an email

19 09 2006

 

If you woke up this morning
with more health than illness,
you are more blessed than the
million who won’t survive the week.
If you have never experienced
the danger of battle,
the loneliness of imprisonment,
the agony of torture or
the pangs of starvation,
you are ahead of 20 million people
around the world.

If you attend a church meeting
without fear of harassment,
arrest, torture, or death,
you are more blessed than almost
three billion people in the world.

If you have food in your refrigerator,
clothes on your back, a roof over
your head and a place to sleep,
you are richer than 75% of this world.

If you have money in the bank,
in your wallet, and spare change
in a dish someplace, you are among
the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.

If your parents are still married and alive,
you are very rare,
especially in the United States.

If you hold up your head with a smile
on your face and are truly thankful,
you are blessed because the majority can,
but most do not.

If you can hold someone’s hand, hug them
or even touch them on the shoulder,
you are blessed because you can
offer God’s healing touch.

If you can read this message,
you are more blessed than over
two billion people in the world
that cannot read anything at all.

You are so blessed in ways
you may never even know.





Do you have a story or news to share?

18 09 2006

I would love to hear your TTC story…or any other story you might have to share. Whether it is about pregnancy, being a mom, a teacher, a grand-parent, a dad, or a sibling. ALL stories are welcome….

I will be posting my birth story of my beautiful 5 month old baby girl soon. I also will post my other 2 childrens birth stories as well. I will also be sharing what it was like growing up with an autistic brother.

Cannot wait to hear from you!

~Angie~