So, the test results came back from the 10 (yes TEN) vials of blood that were taken from me on Thursday, and the 24 hr urine collection.
Overall, I'm not in BAD shape, but I'm definitely on the way there. My B12 is low, as is my vitamin D, E, and calcium. So, it's going to be counter-acted with lots and LOTS of supplements, and hopefully in a few weeks I'll be feeling better.
I'm going to be getting a liquid B12 supplement, as well as a once-per-week 50K dose of Vitamin D, a once-per-day dose of Vitamin E, and a calcium with vitamin D daily supplement.
I'm really hoping that, with the increased B12 and D/E vitamins in my system, I'll finally start to feel better, and less like the walking dead.
On the much cooler side, Boo is standing on her own now, for about 10-12 seconds at a time. Since she's now figured out she can do it on her own, she wants nothing to do with anyone "helping" her stand. She'll do it herself, thankyouverymuch... She hasn't moved to the actual walking stage, but I'm figuring in another week or so, she'll be off and running.
Yesterday she had her first "official" run in the baby bucket(tm) swings at the park... LOVES them, and wants to go again and again. Not so sure on the slides, but loves the swings. Giggled through the whole experience, and wanted more - Fred video-taped the whole thing with his camera phone. Slept through from around 6:30pm to 4:30am this morning. Tuckered right out.
I'm starting bellydance lessons again as of this Thursday. I'm so excited! It'll be nice to be able to boogie down and actually get good again - too much belly, not enough dance!
The stitch-and-bitches have been going pretty well so far. Taught how to do a simple chemise yesterday, and both S and Ronnie made their own. I walked them through patterning and cutting it out, and as it got further in, I let them go further on their own until they finished it on their own. Really nifty. We have plans already for the next dress, a viking under-dress, also known as a 10-gore-dress. All the rage at your local Allthyng. If anyone wants a copy of the patterns, I'll post up information on them under the "projects" part of my Myspace info.
~M
Monday, September 22, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
My personal opinion on the whole thing...
A long time ago, I learned that discussing politics and religion in the office were definitive no-noes. I started my blog with that same general rule. It's just not something I normally blog about unless I can lock the entry. My personal beliefs are just that - personal. You don't necessarily have to agree with me, and I don't have to agree with you, and that's ok. What's not ok is attacking someone when their beliefs don't lie on the same side of the line as yours.
I don't see a spirited debate, where each side has valid, clear points as attacking. That's debating, and my husband and I do that all the time (we love playing devil's advocate, with the understanding that it really is just playing, and is not anything personal). However, when it starts to go downhill into name-calling, mud-slinging and general nastiness, that's when it is attacking - and that's not right. Each individual has the right to have their own opinion, no matter what it is. It could be that they feel that penguins really *do* enjoy having their feathers dyed purple and spiked... Whatever. I don't care. It's your opinion on a subject, and that's ok. As long as you're ok with me not necessarily agreeing with it (personally, unless one can translate what a penguin is squawking about, it's probably just not a good idea to dye feathers or spike them).
Granted, political and religious opinions drive a LITTLE more emotion than the example above. Why? Because, deep-down, we feel much more passionate about it. Religiously speaking, it's my beliefs that are telling me what is right and wrong, and how best to go about proving that to others. Politically speaking, it's those who would support my beliefs that I will support - because without the political clout, my beliefs might lose their ground and get dug under by those who don't want my beliefs to see the light of day.
Politically- and religiously-speaking, however, things are not black and white (no pun intended regarding the current presidential race). They are, in fact, several (hundred) shades of gray. Humans just aren't simple. Our lives aren't simple, our beliefs aren't simple, and so our politics are not going to be simple - no matter how much we hope and/or pray for it.
So far, I've seen a lot of smear campaigning going on - and oddly enough, it's (mostly) NOT directly from the campaign headquarters of the opposing forces. Instead there's LOTS of nasty statements going back and forth from constituants about how one side should be doing one thing, and the other should be doing this and that, and because they aren't doing it, they're obviously either "Anti-American", or "Anti-Global"...
"Anti-War" means that the person doesn't appreciate what our country has gone through to get to where we are now, and what we're doing to help those nations across the globe... "Pro-War" means we're using our huge political and military might to bully those outside the US into a democratic government, forcing those same countries to put aside thousands of years of their own history to suddenly change gears and follow us, because we're at the forefront of national perfection.
If you're a Republican, you're expected to support the war, be pro-life, possibly even move toward faith healing (if you support Palin), teach and support total abstinance without the benefit of any sex education (because that would be bad), support higher taxes for private citizens but support tax loops for high profile companies and rich folk.
If you're a Democrat, you're expected to be against the war, be pro-choice, possibly move toward herbal healing (even possibly some alternative religions thrown in for good measure), teach all kinds of sex education and support gay rights (because being anything but would be bad), support low (if any) taxes, and boo down large corporations, demanding that they and the rich folk give a large cut of their wealth to the little people because everyone deserves a cut.
Unfortunately, it seems that those of us who realize that the world is not only round, but made of about ten BILLION shades of gray (one for every 20 people or so), are left out in the cold. We aren't exactly Republican, but we aren't exactly Democrat. We don't ride the fence on ANY of our beliefs - it's just that our beliefs tend to go 50% on one side, and 50% on the other (ok, so some people are more on one side than the other, but there you are).
My own personal beliefs? Well, I'll tell you only this once. I am not interested in being personally attacked, and I don't feel the need to support my own beliefs because you think yours are better.
I believe that our troups are in a war that they have no choice but to be in. They have signed up voluntarily, given an oath to follow through with all orders given by their superior officers, and have given up their own freedom because they felt it necessary to do so. I did not support the war when we went over there while Saddam was in power the first time. I did not support the war when we went over again. Both times, however, I understood that our troups had no choice in the matter, and both times I hoped and prayed to any diety that would listen, to bring them home safe to their families.
I believe that, regardless of what (and why) we went over there for in the first place, we don't belong there now. Why? Because their government has asked us to leave. We were requested to be there, now we have been requested to leave. End of story. Very few things can be simplified, but this point can be. We have been requested to leave - their government feels they are now able to take care of things themselves. We should respect their wishes and leave, whether we feel it's the right thing or not.
I believe that we are not the watchdogs of the world, we are not the police force of the world. Honestly, until we get paid back the money that we're owed from France, Germany, Isreal and any other country out there who owes us money from when we lent it to them YEARS ago - with interest - we don't need to be running to save anyone. Our countries deficit is badly in need of that money. We are no longer able to look within our country to make that deficit go away. It must come from outside - and if the United Nations wants us to be the world protectors and/or police force, we should get paid for it - just like every other police force gets paid.
I believe that each family should be responsible for their own reproductive beliefs. That being said - I also believe that each child should get sex education, and be told the truth about how their bodies work. I believe that abstinance should be included and stated to always be the best alternative - but I know, having been a teen at one point in my life, that realistically speaking, sex will happen. Better that it happen safely.
I believe that it doesn't (and should NEVER) matter what sexual orientation someone is. I don't care about which sex you like - only if you can do the job that I request of you, or if you can pay your rent on time if I'm renting to you. Other than that, it doesn't matter to me.
I believe that each person has the right (NOT the privilage) to bear arms. And if they commit a serious crime, they forfeit that right. As part of that right, each person should be given proper and FULL instruction on gun safety and at least 12 weeks of practices, and should qualify for a license every few years, with a practicum exam to show that they still understand and practice good safety.
Same thing goes for driving. It's a right, not a privilage, and people should continually qualify for it - and if they commit a serious crime, they forfeit that right. A car, given the right circumstances, can be just as deadly as a gun - and people should respect that.
As for the have's vs the have not's - yeah, I think there should be a balance between them - there has been a widening gap between them, and we no longer have a "middle class" anymore. We have the working poor, the very poor, the very rich, and the uber-rich. My parents used to be middle class... Now, they'd be considered the working poor. And the separation between the working poor and the very rich is getting larger by the day.
As for how, well, that's another entry for another day. So, there it is. That's where I stand.
~M
I don't see a spirited debate, where each side has valid, clear points as attacking. That's debating, and my husband and I do that all the time (we love playing devil's advocate, with the understanding that it really is just playing, and is not anything personal). However, when it starts to go downhill into name-calling, mud-slinging and general nastiness, that's when it is attacking - and that's not right. Each individual has the right to have their own opinion, no matter what it is. It could be that they feel that penguins really *do* enjoy having their feathers dyed purple and spiked... Whatever. I don't care. It's your opinion on a subject, and that's ok. As long as you're ok with me not necessarily agreeing with it (personally, unless one can translate what a penguin is squawking about, it's probably just not a good idea to dye feathers or spike them).
Granted, political and religious opinions drive a LITTLE more emotion than the example above. Why? Because, deep-down, we feel much more passionate about it. Religiously speaking, it's my beliefs that are telling me what is right and wrong, and how best to go about proving that to others. Politically speaking, it's those who would support my beliefs that I will support - because without the political clout, my beliefs might lose their ground and get dug under by those who don't want my beliefs to see the light of day.
Politically- and religiously-speaking, however, things are not black and white (no pun intended regarding the current presidential race). They are, in fact, several (hundred) shades of gray. Humans just aren't simple. Our lives aren't simple, our beliefs aren't simple, and so our politics are not going to be simple - no matter how much we hope and/or pray for it.
So far, I've seen a lot of smear campaigning going on - and oddly enough, it's (mostly) NOT directly from the campaign headquarters of the opposing forces. Instead there's LOTS of nasty statements going back and forth from constituants about how one side should be doing one thing, and the other should be doing this and that, and because they aren't doing it, they're obviously either "Anti-American", or "Anti-Global"...
"Anti-War" means that the person doesn't appreciate what our country has gone through to get to where we are now, and what we're doing to help those nations across the globe... "Pro-War" means we're using our huge political and military might to bully those outside the US into a democratic government, forcing those same countries to put aside thousands of years of their own history to suddenly change gears and follow us, because we're at the forefront of national perfection.
If you're a Republican, you're expected to support the war, be pro-life, possibly even move toward faith healing (if you support Palin), teach and support total abstinance without the benefit of any sex education (because that would be bad), support higher taxes for private citizens but support tax loops for high profile companies and rich folk.
If you're a Democrat, you're expected to be against the war, be pro-choice, possibly move toward herbal healing (even possibly some alternative religions thrown in for good measure), teach all kinds of sex education and support gay rights (because being anything but would be bad), support low (if any) taxes, and boo down large corporations, demanding that they and the rich folk give a large cut of their wealth to the little people because everyone deserves a cut.
Unfortunately, it seems that those of us who realize that the world is not only round, but made of about ten BILLION shades of gray (one for every 20 people or so), are left out in the cold. We aren't exactly Republican, but we aren't exactly Democrat. We don't ride the fence on ANY of our beliefs - it's just that our beliefs tend to go 50% on one side, and 50% on the other (ok, so some people are more on one side than the other, but there you are).
My own personal beliefs? Well, I'll tell you only this once. I am not interested in being personally attacked, and I don't feel the need to support my own beliefs because you think yours are better.
I believe that our troups are in a war that they have no choice but to be in. They have signed up voluntarily, given an oath to follow through with all orders given by their superior officers, and have given up their own freedom because they felt it necessary to do so. I did not support the war when we went over there while Saddam was in power the first time. I did not support the war when we went over again. Both times, however, I understood that our troups had no choice in the matter, and both times I hoped and prayed to any diety that would listen, to bring them home safe to their families.
I believe that, regardless of what (and why) we went over there for in the first place, we don't belong there now. Why? Because their government has asked us to leave. We were requested to be there, now we have been requested to leave. End of story. Very few things can be simplified, but this point can be. We have been requested to leave - their government feels they are now able to take care of things themselves. We should respect their wishes and leave, whether we feel it's the right thing or not.
I believe that we are not the watchdogs of the world, we are not the police force of the world. Honestly, until we get paid back the money that we're owed from France, Germany, Isreal and any other country out there who owes us money from when we lent it to them YEARS ago - with interest - we don't need to be running to save anyone. Our countries deficit is badly in need of that money. We are no longer able to look within our country to make that deficit go away. It must come from outside - and if the United Nations wants us to be the world protectors and/or police force, we should get paid for it - just like every other police force gets paid.
I believe that each family should be responsible for their own reproductive beliefs. That being said - I also believe that each child should get sex education, and be told the truth about how their bodies work. I believe that abstinance should be included and stated to always be the best alternative - but I know, having been a teen at one point in my life, that realistically speaking, sex will happen. Better that it happen safely.
I believe that it doesn't (and should NEVER) matter what sexual orientation someone is. I don't care about which sex you like - only if you can do the job that I request of you, or if you can pay your rent on time if I'm renting to you. Other than that, it doesn't matter to me.
I believe that each person has the right (NOT the privilage) to bear arms. And if they commit a serious crime, they forfeit that right. As part of that right, each person should be given proper and FULL instruction on gun safety and at least 12 weeks of practices, and should qualify for a license every few years, with a practicum exam to show that they still understand and practice good safety.
Same thing goes for driving. It's a right, not a privilage, and people should continually qualify for it - and if they commit a serious crime, they forfeit that right. A car, given the right circumstances, can be just as deadly as a gun - and people should respect that.
As for the have's vs the have not's - yeah, I think there should be a balance between them - there has been a widening gap between them, and we no longer have a "middle class" anymore. We have the working poor, the very poor, the very rich, and the uber-rich. My parents used to be middle class... Now, they'd be considered the working poor. And the separation between the working poor and the very rich is getting larger by the day.
As for how, well, that's another entry for another day. So, there it is. That's where I stand.
~M
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Monday, September 01, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Save the Dragons!!!
Please click on each of my dragon's view page! They will die otherwise. I need lots of views from different computers to make sure they don't die - two of them only have about 2-3 hours left, and if they don't hatch, they will...
Please help!
~M
Save us!!!
Please help!
~M
Save us!!!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
New rule! Diaper covers at bedtime!!
So, our little darling Boo has become an escape artist when it comes to her diapers. Apparently, she's not always willing to wake us up when her diaper gets dirty, so she's decided in the past few days to remove the offending item completely.
This would be fine but for two items. Item 1: The diaper in question last night was poopy. Item 2: The baby in question then slept for 2 hours with it, and sleep-crawls...
So, at 1:45 this morning Fred went in to feed and change her... And let out a "Holy Christ!"... I knew this couldn't be good, so I got out of bed to help, and found him vigorously scrubbing her down with baby wipes.
"She's covered in dried crap! Dammit! Looks like she's been out of her diaper a good 2 hours."
I looked in her crib and found the offending item, squished flat by a rambunctious baby butt and looking rather forlorne in the midst of the crib. It was in the middle of an ocean of pee, which had apparently been provided post-removal...
"Right," I said. "I'll take care of the crib, you take care of the baby."
"Grunt," came the non-committal reply, along with several epithets as he attempted to hold a now-happy, wiggly baby (munching on her bottle while kicking legs in apparent appreciation for all of daddy's hard work) in place whilst still scrubbing her down. There was some muttering of hoses at one point...
I got the crib stripped of sopping bedclothes, and after removing sodden blankies, sheets and mattress pads, had the crib re-made with a new sheet and blankets.
Fred went to lay her down and I stopped him mid-lay: "No - new rule... Diaper cover before we lay her down to sleep."
"It won't stop her," Fred said, sleepy disguist and annoyance in his voice.
"No - but it will slow her down enough to let us get there first - I hope..."
A tired nod of acceptance, and I trundled her into a diaper cover.
We turned on her turtle (it's a music box with a light show and wiggly, dancing fishes in the belly), laid her down, turned off the light, and laid back in bed with a thankful sigh that at least she hadn't found out about finger painting...
~M
This would be fine but for two items. Item 1: The diaper in question last night was poopy. Item 2: The baby in question then slept for 2 hours with it, and sleep-crawls...
So, at 1:45 this morning Fred went in to feed and change her... And let out a "Holy Christ!"... I knew this couldn't be good, so I got out of bed to help, and found him vigorously scrubbing her down with baby wipes.
"She's covered in dried crap! Dammit! Looks like she's been out of her diaper a good 2 hours."
I looked in her crib and found the offending item, squished flat by a rambunctious baby butt and looking rather forlorne in the midst of the crib. It was in the middle of an ocean of pee, which had apparently been provided post-removal...
"Right," I said. "I'll take care of the crib, you take care of the baby."
"Grunt," came the non-committal reply, along with several epithets as he attempted to hold a now-happy, wiggly baby (munching on her bottle while kicking legs in apparent appreciation for all of daddy's hard work) in place whilst still scrubbing her down. There was some muttering of hoses at one point...
I got the crib stripped of sopping bedclothes, and after removing sodden blankies, sheets and mattress pads, had the crib re-made with a new sheet and blankets.
Fred went to lay her down and I stopped him mid-lay: "No - new rule... Diaper cover before we lay her down to sleep."
"It won't stop her," Fred said, sleepy disguist and annoyance in his voice.
"No - but it will slow her down enough to let us get there first - I hope..."
A tired nod of acceptance, and I trundled her into a diaper cover.
We turned on her turtle (it's a music box with a light show and wiggly, dancing fishes in the belly), laid her down, turned off the light, and laid back in bed with a thankful sigh that at least she hadn't found out about finger painting...
~M
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Day 3 of the crankypants march...
So, Boo (aka Crankypants), is working on day 3 without a nap. Oh - I beg your pardon... She had a 20 minute nap on Monday just prior to me coming home, and a 20 minute nap yesterday...
On top of this, she has a cold, is teething in her 2nd tooth, and still isn't sleeping through the night... Apparently, the combination of the teething, the cold, and the new babysitter has caused her to convince herself that she doesn't *need* a nap - and won't take one... And Jess is very soft-hearted. Boo cries and she will pick her up to snuggle her - which is fine with Boo, but does mean that Jess leaves looking like she was pulled through a knot-hole backwards by the end of the day. Poor girl.
I finally had to tell her that if Boo wasn't hungry, and wasn't dirty, then it was ok to let her cry for a while in her crib while Jess took a break. It wasn't going to hurt Boo at all... She said she was going to put her in her crib and try a nap again about 20 mins ago... We'll see how that goes.
On to other updates...
Meanwhile, my dragons need daily clickings... So, if you're visiting on a daily basis, please click on my eggs and baby dragon to help them grow up. Yay for baby dragons!
My thyroid thing is apparently doing better. I'm still tired, but not quite so exhausted, so apparently my iron level is better. My thyroid count is down from where we started, so that's good too. My dr is going to continue to watch it and I'll be tested again in 3 months to see where we are. If it doesn't move from where it is currently, she'll up the doseage.
My computer died a horrible death this last weekend... The processor fan had rattled it's last breath about a month ago, and I (in my obliviousness) hadn't noticed... The processor itself is completely fried, so I now have to look into getting another computer. We'll pull what guts we can save from mine, and get rid of the rest of it. It's yet another expense that I wasn't expecting. I'd say that I was underwhelmed with the prospect, but that would imply that somehow, I'd been whelmed in the first place. *sigh* On the other hand, there's a possibility that I get to have a larger hard drive, so there's that...
Haven't heard back on the job over in the other office. I'd really like to get it, but so far it's been silent. I'm not sure how I feel about that, other than desperate to get out of the call center. I've gotten tired of this office's type of politics and cliques. I'm so done with kindergarten drama...
I'm trying to get into bellydance classes again... Again, an expense that I could most likely do without - but on the other hand, it's not as though I'm splurging on that hot lamborghini or the 4-story house in Malibu. So, I suppose one splurge isn't bad - besides, I can justify it by saying it's exersize, which will help me... LOL.
Other than that, not much is going on in my life...
~M
On top of this, she has a cold, is teething in her 2nd tooth, and still isn't sleeping through the night... Apparently, the combination of the teething, the cold, and the new babysitter has caused her to convince herself that she doesn't *need* a nap - and won't take one... And Jess is very soft-hearted. Boo cries and she will pick her up to snuggle her - which is fine with Boo, but does mean that Jess leaves looking like she was pulled through a knot-hole backwards by the end of the day. Poor girl.
I finally had to tell her that if Boo wasn't hungry, and wasn't dirty, then it was ok to let her cry for a while in her crib while Jess took a break. It wasn't going to hurt Boo at all... She said she was going to put her in her crib and try a nap again about 20 mins ago... We'll see how that goes.
On to other updates...
Meanwhile, my dragons need daily clickings... So, if you're visiting on a daily basis, please click on my eggs and baby dragon to help them grow up. Yay for baby dragons!
My thyroid thing is apparently doing better. I'm still tired, but not quite so exhausted, so apparently my iron level is better. My thyroid count is down from where we started, so that's good too. My dr is going to continue to watch it and I'll be tested again in 3 months to see where we are. If it doesn't move from where it is currently, she'll up the doseage.
My computer died a horrible death this last weekend... The processor fan had rattled it's last breath about a month ago, and I (in my obliviousness) hadn't noticed... The processor itself is completely fried, so I now have to look into getting another computer. We'll pull what guts we can save from mine, and get rid of the rest of it. It's yet another expense that I wasn't expecting. I'd say that I was underwhelmed with the prospect, but that would imply that somehow, I'd been whelmed in the first place. *sigh* On the other hand, there's a possibility that I get to have a larger hard drive, so there's that...
Haven't heard back on the job over in the other office. I'd really like to get it, but so far it's been silent. I'm not sure how I feel about that, other than desperate to get out of the call center. I've gotten tired of this office's type of politics and cliques. I'm so done with kindergarten drama...
I'm trying to get into bellydance classes again... Again, an expense that I could most likely do without - but on the other hand, it's not as though I'm splurging on that hot lamborghini or the 4-story house in Malibu. So, I suppose one splurge isn't bad - besides, I can justify it by saying it's exersize, which will help me... LOL.
Other than that, not much is going on in my life...
~M
Friday, August 22, 2008
Here there be Dragonses... hopefully...
http://dragcave.net/incubators/incubator_merripan.png
Click on them! Click them, darn it! You know you want to! Actually, in order for them to hatch, you need to click on them. The more you click, the healthier they are, and the better chance they have of hatching.
~M
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Scattergories meme
It's harder than it looks! Copy and paste into a new email. When you are done, send it on, including to the person who sent it to you. RULES: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...they have to be real places, names, things...nothing made up! Before you answer them, add 1 question to the list, then answer them all.
Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial. You CANNOT use your name for the boy/girl name question.
Your name? Merripan
4 letter word: More
Vehicle: Mustang
TV Show: Meerkat Manor
City: Mukilteo
Boy Name: Mark
Girl Name: Maria
Drink: Margarita
Occupation: Mandoline Player
Song: Morphine
Something you wear: Mask
Food: Melon
Something found in a bathroom: Massager
country: Madegascar
Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial. You CANNOT use your name for the boy/girl name question.
Your name? Merripan
4 letter word: More
Vehicle: Mustang
TV Show: Meerkat Manor
City: Mukilteo
Boy Name: Mark
Girl Name: Maria
Drink: Margarita
Occupation: Mandoline Player
Song: Morphine
Something you wear: Mask
Food: Melon
Something found in a bathroom: Massager
country: Madegascar
Update on my brother...
So, Friday afternoon the doctors put in a tube to clear out the blood and fluid in my brother's left lung. 650l later, he was cleared of all fluids in that area, and the tube was left in over the weekend to make sure everything was functioning properly. X-Rays were taken twice per day to make sure nothing shifted, and he was kept relatively sedated through the weekend.
Monday they removed the tube, stitched up the openings, and let him rest without poking and prodding him. The nurse reported he was in fairly good spirits, but resting practically constantly - which I don't blame him for.
Mom reported Tuesday that they had discharged him to a friend's house, where he is to rest for the next 3-4 weeks with an upper chest brace. After that, they'll re-evaluate him for physical therapy and rehab, to get him back up on his feet properly. Nothing physical prior to that, as there are floater chips from his spine that have yet to be re-attached, and 9 ribs that need healed.
So, the upshot is that he's out of the hospital and doing much better, and for that I'm profoundly thankful.
~M
Monday they removed the tube, stitched up the openings, and let him rest without poking and prodding him. The nurse reported he was in fairly good spirits, but resting practically constantly - which I don't blame him for.
Mom reported Tuesday that they had discharged him to a friend's house, where he is to rest for the next 3-4 weeks with an upper chest brace. After that, they'll re-evaluate him for physical therapy and rehab, to get him back up on his feet properly. Nothing physical prior to that, as there are floater chips from his spine that have yet to be re-attached, and 9 ribs that need healed.
So, the upshot is that he's out of the hospital and doing much better, and for that I'm profoundly thankful.
~M
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Me-Me... One Word...
Only one word
_____ TYPE ONLY 1 WORD. IT'S HARDER THEN YOU THINK!!!
1. Where is your cell phone? Desk
2. Your significant other? Fred
3. Your hair? Red
4. Your mother? Washington
5. Your father? Passed
6. Your favorite thing? Baby
7. Your dream last night? ??
8. Your favorite drink? butterschnapps
9. Your dream/goal? book
10. The room you're in? cube
11. Your fear? drowning
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? married
13. Where were you last night? In bed
14. What you're not? skinny
15. Muffins? raspberry
16. One of your wish list items? farberware
17. Where you grew up ? seattle
18. The last thing you did? breathed
19. What are you wearing? clothing
20. Your TV? large
21. Your pet? cat
22. Your computer? on
23.Your life? good
24. Your mood? ok
25. Missing someone? Dad
26. Your car? Tri-met
27. Something you're not wearing? necklace
28. Favorite Store? fabric
29. Your summer? 1974
30. Your favorite color? blue
31. When is the last time you laughed? today
32. Last time you cried? Tuesday
33. Who will/would re-post this? anyone
Here's what you're supposed to do...and please don't spoil the fun... hit 'forward,' delete my answers, type in your answers and send it to a bunch of people - including me.
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1. Where is your cell phone? Desk
2. Your significant other? Fred
3. Your hair? Red
4. Your mother? Washington
5. Your father? Passed
6. Your favorite thing? Baby
7. Your dream last night? ??
8. Your favorite drink? butterschnapps
9. Your dream/goal? book
10. The room you're in? cube
11. Your fear? drowning
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? married
13. Where were you last night? In bed
14. What you're not? skinny
15. Muffins? raspberry
16. One of your wish list items? farberware
17. Where you grew up ? seattle
18. The last thing you did? breathed
19. What are you wearing? clothing
20. Your TV? large
21. Your pet? cat
22. Your computer? on
23.Your life? good
24. Your mood? ok
25. Missing someone? Dad
26. Your car? Tri-met
27. Something you're not wearing? necklace
28. Favorite Store? fabric
29. Your summer? 1974
30. Your favorite color? blue
31. When is the last time you laughed? today
32. Last time you cried? Tuesday
33. Who will/would re-post this? anyone
Here's what you're supposed to do...and please don't spoil the fun... hit 'forward,' delete my answers, type in your answers and send it to a bunch of people - including me.
On a lighter note...
Boo decided that she needed to be a little more mobile than she had been... So she's taken things into her own hands... er, feet... er, whatever.
She did this all on her own, and repeated the action over and over again yesterday until her little legs got tired and she got frustrated.
~M
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Update on Irony...
Well, it's looking better than we expected. Kelly is due to be out of ICU in the next few days. His spleen is punctured, but there doesn't seem to be as big an internal bleeding issue as first expected.
The back breakage was actually 3 spurs off the side of his spine, where the ribs connect - this is better than actual cracked or broken vertebraes, since it doesn't actually affect the spinal chord. There are still 9 cracked or broken ribs, but they all look pretty good, too.
All in all, he's in good spirits. I called today at 10 on my first break, and spoke with both he and Mom. Doc seems to be pretty upbeat about the whole situation, so that's good.
I'm still undecided about whether I should forgo the event, drop off Fred and go up to see the family. Going to talk with Fred about it tonight and see what he says...
~M
The back breakage was actually 3 spurs off the side of his spine, where the ribs connect - this is better than actual cracked or broken vertebraes, since it doesn't actually affect the spinal chord. There are still 9 cracked or broken ribs, but they all look pretty good, too.
All in all, he's in good spirits. I called today at 10 on my first break, and spoke with both he and Mom. Doc seems to be pretty upbeat about the whole situation, so that's good.
I'm still undecided about whether I should forgo the event, drop off Fred and go up to see the family. Going to talk with Fred about it tonight and see what he says...
~M
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Ironic, isn't it...
So, we had a guy over here this evening talking with us about accidental life insurance, and what we may want to invest into it. The overall consensus was yes, we need it, and yes, it's a good idea, and yes, we'll take it, provided that we get approved (he isn't sure they will, considering our hobby of fire-dancing - but he's going to check).
He leaves around 8:45pm, totally jazzed about the living room decor and the fire-dancing thing, and at 9pm, I get the first of the text messages from my mother and sister.
My brother has fallen 3 stories from the roof of a house he was working on, through two railings, and onto a broken concrete floor. He's in ICU at Evergreen Hospital in Washington, and is expected to stay there for at least two weeks - then moved to in-pt rehab for a while longer... his injuries reads like a laundry list from a boot party, and include:
9 broken ribs
cracked spleen
broken back in 2 places
air & blood in back of left lung
internal bleeding
The good news is, he's concious - if you can call that good news. The man is a non-practicing drug and alcohol addict, and is most likely doped up to the eyeballs in morphine to deal with the pain... Not to mention the fact that he just got OUT of physical rehab about 7 months ago after he had a hip replaced...
So far, I haven't heard anything other than that. Mom's on her way over to the hospital, and Mel is already there. I'm getting updates as they find out about them as texts. I don't know that I'll sleep well tonight, and am not sure whether I'll be up to going to work tomorrow - I'll have to see. I just don't know.
Little known fact about my brother - he and my father (we only shared a mother) never got along until probably the last 6 months my father was alive - it was then that Kelly realized what it was he really wanted to be, and followed through with it. It was the one thing he always respected about my father: he became a carpenter... And now, here he is.
Isn't it funny...
~M
He leaves around 8:45pm, totally jazzed about the living room decor and the fire-dancing thing, and at 9pm, I get the first of the text messages from my mother and sister.
My brother has fallen 3 stories from the roof of a house he was working on, through two railings, and onto a broken concrete floor. He's in ICU at Evergreen Hospital in Washington, and is expected to stay there for at least two weeks - then moved to in-pt rehab for a while longer... his injuries reads like a laundry list from a boot party, and include:
9 broken ribs
cracked spleen
broken back in 2 places
air & blood in back of left lung
internal bleeding
The good news is, he's concious - if you can call that good news. The man is a non-practicing drug and alcohol addict, and is most likely doped up to the eyeballs in morphine to deal with the pain... Not to mention the fact that he just got OUT of physical rehab about 7 months ago after he had a hip replaced...
So far, I haven't heard anything other than that. Mom's on her way over to the hospital, and Mel is already there. I'm getting updates as they find out about them as texts. I don't know that I'll sleep well tonight, and am not sure whether I'll be up to going to work tomorrow - I'll have to see. I just don't know.
Little known fact about my brother - he and my father (we only shared a mother) never got along until probably the last 6 months my father was alive - it was then that Kelly realized what it was he really wanted to be, and followed through with it. It was the one thing he always respected about my father: he became a carpenter... And now, here he is.
Isn't it funny...
~M
Monday, August 11, 2008
General updating for life...
So, this weekend was the fabric sale at Fabric Depot. I love that place - probably too much, considering we spent way too much money there. I will have to ask Fred for help for this weekend to cover gate and the car rental - thankfully it won't be more than $30, but I do hate to ask for help when it's my own fault for over-spending... Couldn't resist the trim, though I tried... *sigh* I am a sucker for a pretty trim. I introduced Susan, a co-worker, to the joys of Fabric Depot, and promised that at some point during the winter months, I would teach her how to sew and read a pattern.
Boo went with us, and was relatively good for such a long and stimulating outing (about 3 hours, and full of bright colors, new things, and lots of people. She was gnawing on my hand Saturday afternoon, and swapped from her right side to her left, and I was suddenly attacked by a very sharp pain. Checking in her little gummy mouth, I found one little tooth had busted through her gum and was now peeking out at me. Needless to say, she's not going to be chewing on mommy anymore.
Our interviews for a new Mary Poppins is going fairly well. We're leaning toward one in specific, but will continue to interview until the 14th, just to make sure that we have given everyone interested ample time to apply. I'm determined to have it all done prior to this upcoming weekend, so we can go to the event without the worry of having to find someone quickly. This gives a pretty good time frame for most people to set up and get ready for a new position. The good news is that we've had 4 or 5 people very interested in the job, even at the rate we've advertised it at - which is really nice.
Life at the call center is... well... filled with drama. I have, for the most part, tried to simply keep my head down and out of the way to avoid it, while trying to find another position within the company. The level of childish drama has lowered from high school when I first arrived (which is typical of most call centers, and fairly easy to deal with), to almost kindergarten level now. The worst part is that it's the supervisor who seems to egg on a lot of it - which is just sad. There shouldn't be that type of drama at any workside, and certainly not to the levels that it has deteriorated to. The manager has simply stepped out of the loop entirely, and has turned a blind eye to it - apparently she figures that there are growing pains involved, and she needs to let us get over it all. It's been over 6 months, however, and it's no longer growing pains - it's the pain of an incompetent supervisor, egging on her 4 favorite employees to attack anyone she doesn't like, and tattle on anyone who says anything against her...
On a positive note, the position that I've been attempting to get into for several months has finally opened back up, so I've applied for it - I was basically told by one of the gals at that clinic that if I applied this time around, I would pretty much have the job, so I'm so applying for it. The hours are about the same that I'm working now, and it's a better pay that I'm getting, which is nice all the way round.
All in all, life isn't horrible, and things are moving along. I really need to get going on the clothing that I'm working on for Amie - I've been horribly lax on it and should be kicking into it with a vengeance after Boo goes to bed. I should be able to get through at least one every other day (estimating based on some of the more difficult ones to do - the pants are easy-peasy). There's one piece that I'll have to take almost completely apart. I need to definitely put together another pair of pants for her, and get one of the dresses put together and ready for her - she wants to wear it at a specific function... I think I should be able to get both of those done by the end of this week.
~M
Boo went with us, and was relatively good for such a long and stimulating outing (about 3 hours, and full of bright colors, new things, and lots of people. She was gnawing on my hand Saturday afternoon, and swapped from her right side to her left, and I was suddenly attacked by a very sharp pain. Checking in her little gummy mouth, I found one little tooth had busted through her gum and was now peeking out at me. Needless to say, she's not going to be chewing on mommy anymore.
Our interviews for a new Mary Poppins is going fairly well. We're leaning toward one in specific, but will continue to interview until the 14th, just to make sure that we have given everyone interested ample time to apply. I'm determined to have it all done prior to this upcoming weekend, so we can go to the event without the worry of having to find someone quickly. This gives a pretty good time frame for most people to set up and get ready for a new position. The good news is that we've had 4 or 5 people very interested in the job, even at the rate we've advertised it at - which is really nice.
Life at the call center is... well... filled with drama. I have, for the most part, tried to simply keep my head down and out of the way to avoid it, while trying to find another position within the company. The level of childish drama has lowered from high school when I first arrived (which is typical of most call centers, and fairly easy to deal with), to almost kindergarten level now. The worst part is that it's the supervisor who seems to egg on a lot of it - which is just sad. There shouldn't be that type of drama at any workside, and certainly not to the levels that it has deteriorated to. The manager has simply stepped out of the loop entirely, and has turned a blind eye to it - apparently she figures that there are growing pains involved, and she needs to let us get over it all. It's been over 6 months, however, and it's no longer growing pains - it's the pain of an incompetent supervisor, egging on her 4 favorite employees to attack anyone she doesn't like, and tattle on anyone who says anything against her...
On a positive note, the position that I've been attempting to get into for several months has finally opened back up, so I've applied for it - I was basically told by one of the gals at that clinic that if I applied this time around, I would pretty much have the job, so I'm so applying for it. The hours are about the same that I'm working now, and it's a better pay that I'm getting, which is nice all the way round.
All in all, life isn't horrible, and things are moving along. I really need to get going on the clothing that I'm working on for Amie - I've been horribly lax on it and should be kicking into it with a vengeance after Boo goes to bed. I should be able to get through at least one every other day (estimating based on some of the more difficult ones to do - the pants are easy-peasy). There's one piece that I'll have to take almost completely apart. I need to definitely put together another pair of pants for her, and get one of the dresses put together and ready for her - she wants to wear it at a specific function... I think I should be able to get both of those done by the end of this week.
~M
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Rushing around...
This weekend is Dragon's Mist Defender's Tourney, so we're in the last mad dash to get ready for it. Then it's a week off and then back into one last camping dash to Blackthorne Revel the weekend of the 15th.
Meanwhile, I'm sewing clothes for the baby (but only after she goes to bed - she's crawling now, and is into EVERYTHING otherwise), trying to keep the house relatively clean, trying to find time to make and sew garb for me, tailoring people's office clothing, and trying to get another babysitter lined up as our dear Val will be leaving us for good after the 23rd of Aug. :-(
The good news is that we will (hopefully soon) have a little bit extra cash coming in. I'm still trying to get a second job, but am thinking that I may have to hold off on that until after we're done camping AND we have my thyroid under control... More good news is that we already have a few possible choices for a new sitter, so that's good, too. I'm not nearly as wigged out as I had been the last time.
Mum is heading down tomorrow to come with us, and should be here in the early afternoon - she was hoping to get here early, but apparently was still chasing her tail at 1pm today, so...
I'm still having to figure out what to do about food this weekend. I need to remind Fred to send to everyone we're camping with that we'll be doing a pot-luck on Saturday. That way, there'll be plenty of foodstuffs for everyone, and we won't break the bank doing it. I will be making the hash for Sunday morning breakfast, but will scoot out enough for mom before adding sausage (veg-head that she is).
Other than that, there'll be some new recipes posted up soon, I'm sure...
~M
Meanwhile, I'm sewing clothes for the baby (but only after she goes to bed - she's crawling now, and is into EVERYTHING otherwise), trying to keep the house relatively clean, trying to find time to make and sew garb for me, tailoring people's office clothing, and trying to get another babysitter lined up as our dear Val will be leaving us for good after the 23rd of Aug. :-(
The good news is that we will (hopefully soon) have a little bit extra cash coming in. I'm still trying to get a second job, but am thinking that I may have to hold off on that until after we're done camping AND we have my thyroid under control... More good news is that we already have a few possible choices for a new sitter, so that's good, too. I'm not nearly as wigged out as I had been the last time.
Mum is heading down tomorrow to come with us, and should be here in the early afternoon - she was hoping to get here early, but apparently was still chasing her tail at 1pm today, so...
I'm still having to figure out what to do about food this weekend. I need to remind Fred to send to everyone we're camping with that we'll be doing a pot-luck on Saturday. That way, there'll be plenty of foodstuffs for everyone, and we won't break the bank doing it. I will be making the hash for Sunday morning breakfast, but will scoot out enough for mom before adding sausage (veg-head that she is).
Other than that, there'll be some new recipes posted up soon, I'm sure...
~M
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Recovery? What's that?
This last weekend was Sea Dogs. While Fred headed off with Ronnie for the weekend, I stayed home with Boo, secure in the knowledge that they would be off to *ba-ba-ba-bum* certain sunburn.
Saturday, we woke up fairly early (Boo woke up hungry, but happy, at 6:30am, so I figured we'd get up and get her fed at that point). She had her first "2nd foods" mix of apples and cherries, mixed with some rice cereal, and she at the entire 2.5 oz in one sitting. I think she has a sweet tooth... LOL.
After that, we changed, got everything together that was left to do, and headed out the door by 8am to catch the bus downtown on the first leg of our journey to the zoo.
We stopped at work to say "Happy Birthday" to one of my co-workers and show off the pirate dress to everyone, then headed over to the Saturday farmer's market just up the street.
We wended our way through the streets and I got one of the best fruit pasties that I've had in a while - huckleberry sweetened with pear. Yum. I always forget how good huckleberries are until I get really good ones.
We headed over to the zoo at that point, met up with Linda and Susan, and Linda's two grand-children, and headed into the zoo... Whereupon I found that the foot-gear I'd chosen was sadly not up to the task. I purchased flip-flops at the store, and we went on with our journey.
Boo actually was interested in the animals this time, and only had one major crying fit through the whole 4 hours we were there - pretty good for a 6 month old, honestly. We had lunch there, and then headed back home to our individual pads, my feet being very angry with me (the flip-flops didn't help, either).
We got home around 4:30, and I fed Boo and let her crawl around for a bit. She ended up collapsing around 6:30pm, and didn't wake up again until 2am, hungry and disgruntled (as usual - she doesn't like this whole bodily function thing going on). I fed her, then changed and settled her back down to bed, and settled down myself.
We both woke up later Sunday, around 7-ish, and spent the day lounging around the house, waiting for Fred to come home - which didn't happen until late that evening... Because he was a big dork... But that's his story.
~M
Saturday, we woke up fairly early (Boo woke up hungry, but happy, at 6:30am, so I figured we'd get up and get her fed at that point). She had her first "2nd foods" mix of apples and cherries, mixed with some rice cereal, and she at the entire 2.5 oz in one sitting. I think she has a sweet tooth... LOL.
After that, we changed, got everything together that was left to do, and headed out the door by 8am to catch the bus downtown on the first leg of our journey to the zoo.
We stopped at work to say "Happy Birthday" to one of my co-workers and show off the pirate dress to everyone, then headed over to the Saturday farmer's market just up the street.
We wended our way through the streets and I got one of the best fruit pasties that I've had in a while - huckleberry sweetened with pear. Yum. I always forget how good huckleberries are until I get really good ones.
We headed over to the zoo at that point, met up with Linda and Susan, and Linda's two grand-children, and headed into the zoo... Whereupon I found that the foot-gear I'd chosen was sadly not up to the task. I purchased flip-flops at the store, and we went on with our journey.
Boo actually was interested in the animals this time, and only had one major crying fit through the whole 4 hours we were there - pretty good for a 6 month old, honestly. We had lunch there, and then headed back home to our individual pads, my feet being very angry with me (the flip-flops didn't help, either).
We got home around 4:30, and I fed Boo and let her crawl around for a bit. She ended up collapsing around 6:30pm, and didn't wake up again until 2am, hungry and disgruntled (as usual - she doesn't like this whole bodily function thing going on). I fed her, then changed and settled her back down to bed, and settled down myself.
We both woke up later Sunday, around 7-ish, and spent the day lounging around the house, waiting for Fred to come home - which didn't happen until late that evening... Because he was a big dork... But that's his story.
~M
Friday, July 25, 2008
Weekend of something...
So, the weekend is upon us. Fred and Ronnie left around 10:45 this morning, and handed Boo to Val for the rest of the day. I'll take over when I get home, and then have the weekend with her while Fred's at the event.
This is the first "official" weekend I've had the baby all to myself since she was born. It'll be difficult, to say the least. Normally there's at least a little bit of a respite that I can get when I need it.
We're going to go to the zoo tomorrow morning - this is mostly to distract both Boo and me from the fact that we're on our own, and to wear her out to a point where she'll sleep and be a little easier to deal with (I hope)...
I was going to BBQ tomorrow night, but so far it doesn't look like that will happen. Though I sent out information on it almost a month ago, most of my friends are going to be at the event. Those that aren't going are busy with other things.
My main issues will be trying not to focus on the fact that I'm once again at home while Fred's at an event, and trying to remember to eat. I'm tired enough already, I don't need to add lack of food to the issue... I'm feeling depressed, what with no one at home to talk with outside of the baby, and no one to hang out with since everyone is at the event. I'm not sure that I'll be interested in doing much of anything other than the zoo.
The thyroid issue seems to be continuing. Meds perked it up a bit, but it's slowly going back downhill to where I was. I know they're leaning currently toward Hashimoto's disease as a "final" diagnosis. I go in on the 18th to see what's up and will most likely get results by the 20th. If it *is* Hashimoto's, they'll try and kill the thyroid, to make sure that my body doesn't do it for me... Should make an interesting ride. I just hope that I don't lose more hair than I already have.
~M
This is the first "official" weekend I've had the baby all to myself since she was born. It'll be difficult, to say the least. Normally there's at least a little bit of a respite that I can get when I need it.
We're going to go to the zoo tomorrow morning - this is mostly to distract both Boo and me from the fact that we're on our own, and to wear her out to a point where she'll sleep and be a little easier to deal with (I hope)...
I was going to BBQ tomorrow night, but so far it doesn't look like that will happen. Though I sent out information on it almost a month ago, most of my friends are going to be at the event. Those that aren't going are busy with other things.
My main issues will be trying not to focus on the fact that I'm once again at home while Fred's at an event, and trying to remember to eat. I'm tired enough already, I don't need to add lack of food to the issue... I'm feeling depressed, what with no one at home to talk with outside of the baby, and no one to hang out with since everyone is at the event. I'm not sure that I'll be interested in doing much of anything other than the zoo.
The thyroid issue seems to be continuing. Meds perked it up a bit, but it's slowly going back downhill to where I was. I know they're leaning currently toward Hashimoto's disease as a "final" diagnosis. I go in on the 18th to see what's up and will most likely get results by the 20th. If it *is* Hashimoto's, they'll try and kill the thyroid, to make sure that my body doesn't do it for me... Should make an interesting ride. I just hope that I don't lose more hair than I already have.
~M
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