Friday, October 31, 2008

I was stunned.

My kids, for whatever reason, keep saying they are "voting" for John McCain. Needless to say, their "views" are not supported by the two adults in this house. I have many theories as to why this is so - the majority of the kids at school are hearing their parents talk about John McCain and/or have signs and other campaign stuff around the house and are therefore also "supporting" McCain/Palin and my kids don't want to be in the minority. I am going to have to work on that. Not in relation to this campaign so much but letting them know it's ok to stand alone when it's the right thing to do. Like my dad, McCain has white hair, giving him that grandfatherly appeal. I think CJ is saying it because his brothers are. CJ is the only one who has a "reason" and that is "because he has white hair" which supports one of my theories.

Yesterday, Sous Chef finally said he had a reason he didn't want Obama to be president but he just couldn't say it out loud. My stomach dropped because I had an idea of what was coming and that I was NOT going to like it.

Sous Chef: "Remember when Martin Luther King, Jr. was trying to get rights for black people and stop all that stuff that was happening to them?"
Me: "Yes."
Sous Chef: "Well what if Barack Obama becomes president and he's mad that that happened and that Martin Luther King, Jr. was killed? And then he does the same thing to us because he's mad?"
Me: My first thought was "MOM!" and that my mother was instilling her racist/bigoted/prejudice beliefs onto my children. So I asked: "Did someone tell you they thought that would happen?"
Sous Chef: "No it's just a theory I thought of. I'm sure it would never happen, but what if?"

I then repeatedly told him this would not happen and went through all of the reasons why. I was shocked and am still not convinced he didn't hear this from someone else. Or maybe this is the result of having a gifted ed child who thinks a lot about the big stuff. I don't know, but I wanted to get sick and I honestly had to fight back a couple of tears. I can only assume he was afraid to mention it because he knew what my answers would be and that I would shoot down his theory since we have always shared our family values regarding races, ethnicity, religions, cultures, gender orientation. I hope I made it clear to him about how his theory would not become reality and reiterated what our family values are on diversity and acceptance. OH MY GOD, I hope I made it clear to him.

Cluttered brain

I have talked before about my cluttered brain. It's cluttered again - overwhelmed, tired and maybe just a little fucking bored. That means a few things - my house is a mess, my kids have no clean clothes to wear, their projects that they need help with are only half-assed finished, I have no candy for Halloween, and I am going shopping. For clothes. For me. Today. At least I know that generally, after a good night's sleep and some good socializing, it goes away. I honestly think that what brings this on is that too much is going on at one time. I volunteer a lot, my kids always have something going on, my husband always wants sex, I work (even if just a few hours a week), and I have the usual stuff that someone running a household has - you know, trying to feed your family and keep your kids clean. It's easier for me to just shut down - my thoughts, my actions - and withdraw into my own little world inside my head. I am so good at tuning everyone and everything out. I hear my kids calling my name, but it could take me a good few minutes to say "What?". Usually that's after they come and tap me on the shoulder and say "MOM" real loud in my face. I haven't found a way to tune that out yet. But I'm working on it. Lexapro anyone?

Thursday, October 30, 2008

White shirts

I have so many white shirts. Some are blouse type shirts and many are t-shirts that I wear under a sweater or another T. I am having a problem with them, though. It seems after a couple of "wearings", they get underarm stains. Come on, I don't even sweat (see 1st entry today!). I don't put off any pungent armpit odor, so I just don't know where this comes from. And worse yet, I don't know how to get rid of the stain once it's there. I have tried bleach with no success. I recently started using Oxi Clean, so that might prevent future stains from taking up residence in my shirt pits. But what do I do with the stains I have? Maybe I'll just throw away the stained shirts and keep a fresh, new supply of shirts in my closet.

Any suggestions?

Cold

I tend to be cold more than I am warm. I don't mean "bitchy" cold, I mean temperature cold. Now that the cooler weather is setting in, I am not just chilly, but cold to the bone. It takes me about an hour to get warm once I get under the covers at night. It's hard for me to go to sleep when my feet are like bricks of ice. I hate sleeping with socks on, but I will often do it anyway and then kick them off once I warm up. My husband is like a furnace so I do use him sometimes, but then I have to deal with my "space" issues. I think I would look ridiculous wearing a coat to bed and I am guessing it would be just a tad uncomfortable. I am totally dreading winter and now that the cooler days are here, I am almost thankful we did not move to Boston last spring. Although at least there once it gets cold, it starts snowing. Maybe a little snow for us would improve my winter attitude. The grey, damp winters of Ohio are the worst. I wish fall and winter each lasted only a month and then we went right back into spring and summer. That would be the perfect climate for me!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Blogging

I entered the blogosphere a little over a year ago. I originally started my blog as a way for me to keep a journal of sorts and also to share what was going on with me with long distance friends. I had made a move from Kansas to Ohio and my best friend moved from Ohio to Delaware (and now moving onto Guam!) and it was an easy way for them to check in if/when they wanted. As time has gone on, though, it really has become a place for my random thoughts, venting, sharing tidbits of nonsense and more. I have never shared my blog with my family members (with the exception of my husband). I don't ever plan to! How on earth can I talk/vent/make fun about them if I know they are going to read it? As it turns out, I've not really done that here, but I have definitely talked about things that I do NOT need them reading about. Either they don't need to know it or we don't need to rehash anything from the past or stir up any more political fights, oops, I mean DISCUSSIONS. Plus my mom would shit her pants if she saw I typed f-u-c-k. (She would be totally ok with s-h-i-t.)

Anyway, over this year +, I have acquired several people who read my blog daily - from multiple US cities and three countries. Some of these people I have never met and don't expect I ever will. Some just visit once and then don't return. People have found my site via search engines, using key words for: chiari malformtion, cancer, yankee candle, facebook photo and more. If you know anyone who might enjoy this blog, I encourage (and would love it) if you share it with them.

I would also like to acknowledge my first public follower - Ali from Home of the Lazy Dog. I like her - she leaves me comments! I follow several blogs, that you can see listed to the left and close to the bottom, of this entry page. They are all unique in their own way and I frequently get a chuckle from reading them. Check them out! And feel free to leave me a comment! (I'm not too proud to beg.)

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Love/Hate

There are so many foods I love. I don't think I can list them all, but here are a few:
  1. french fries
  2. mashed potatoes, with or without gravy
  3. baked potatoes
  4. oh hell, maybe i should just say ANYTHING WITH POTATOES
  5. mayo
  6. mayo. on my french fries.
  7. indian food
  8. pasta of any kind, the more calories, the better
  9. shrimp
  10. steak
  11. iced tea, no lemon or sugar

What do I hate about food? All of my favorites are the most fattening, most caloric, most carbs possible. Well, maybe not the shrimp and and definitely not the tea. Unless you consider I love fried shrimp, and then it goes right back into those three nasty categories. And my cholesterol? I am always surprised that it stays within the normal range and is not causing my arteries to clog and shut down. Why is it that fruits and vegetables can't make the list? Actually, I probably could add asparagus. With hollendaise sauce. That pretty much blows the healthy aspect of the asparagus, so maybe it should qualify for the list.

The solution? Some days I eat what I want (see above list) and other days I starve myself.

Monday, October 27, 2008

I suck!

I totally suck at notes - any kind of greeting card (with the exception of Christmas), thank you note and any other type of "note" that requires advance planning. My youngest son's birthday party invites did not go out until a week before his party. I had wanted to get them out about two weeks ahead of time. I still have not finished the thank you notes, though I am working on that right now. If I weren't taking a break to write in my blog, I'd probably be finished. My oldest son had a birthday party in May and he wrote his thank you notes in August. They are still sitting on my desk. What is the grace period for a thank you note for an 11 year old? My godson's gift was over a month late. His mom, my best friend, never did receive a birthday card from me. We celebrated my mom's birthday on Saturday and I had my kids making her birthday card about five minutes before we were supposed to leave our house. Every year I say I will do better. And every year I continue to suck. I give up. I am just going to tell everyone I know that I suck at this and apologize in advance. If you are reading this blog and have fell victim to my pathetic ineptitude with cards and other Hallmark acknowledgement, here it is: I am sorry. This apology does not expire.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Old Friends

Really, I should probably say "long time friends" because at the age of 41, we are NOT old. Anyway, I finally started a Facebook page. I know I am way behind the times and I kicked and screamed the whole way. But I did it. And I'm having fun with it. One of my first "friends" on Facebook is a friend from high school. It's rare that we see each other - she went off to U Mass for college and then moved to Florida. Shortly after becoming Facebook friends, she downloaded this photo. The funny thing is, I was talking about this trip at probably the same time she was adding this picture!

1985, New York City. Check out those hair dos! Wow. We went on this trip during our junior year in high school for spring break. It was a blast and I have this same exact picture somewhere (obviously, Donna is much better with her picture organizing than I am!). The girl in the green jacket, Diane, can also be seen in this picture . She's second from the left on the couch.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Square peg in a round hole

Why do fast food restaurants make rectangular trays but trash can openings that are round? Do they expect the average consumer (that would be me) to actually manage to get all of the trash from that rectangular tray through the round hole that has a diamater smaller than the tray? The result of this poor design is SOME of my trash goes into the trash can, but the rest of it goes onto the trash can top, and then I have to push it in with my hands. I am so tempted to just leave it piled up around that round hole, but my mild and self diagnosed OCD won't let me do it. There is more than one restaurant guilty of this poor planning. I can only assume they are owned by the same "corporation" with the same idiotic buyers who purchase their "furniture" from the same idiotic designer/manufacturer. Someone needs to tell them to make the diameter of the trash can opening large enough that you can fit the tray in to dump the trash OR make rectangular openings to the trash can. Maybe they fear you will throw the tray away, too? If that's the case, then I am NOT the average consumer, because I would NOT do that. Never. No way.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

D.A.R.E. continued

On a somewhat separate note, at the graduation last night, I wore my new boots. I love them and I have been dying to wear them. The bad news about the boots is that I didn't want to wear them until it was cooler, and that can only mean winter is around the corner. sigh. Anyway, I digress. I wore my new black biker boots and my new cool poncho my hubby and kids got me for my birthday and I was HOT. So hot, that my hubby snuck up beside me with his piece of cake and said "hey hot mama!" Yes, I was a MILF for the evening and damn proud of it.

D.A.R.E.

My oldest son had his D.A.R.E graduation last night. Unfamiliar with D.A.R.E? It stands for Drug Abuse Resistance Education. The program teaches the kids about the dangers of illicit drugs, alcohol and tobacco and the importance of not abusing these things. The irony that Motorcycle Guy came to the graduation smelling like beer after attending a UC Alumni happy hour was not lost on me. I had to chuckle about that.

The kids had to write essays about what they learned in this program and three kids were selected to read their essays. I sat there wondering if I would have made different choices after a program like this. Hhhhmmm...I am not sure. While my past drug use is not extensive, it wasn't a one time thing, either. And alcohol use - ok, that could just be explained as downright ABUSE. Fun, but hey, there are days where I know I am lucky to be alive.

After recently reading "Beautiful Boy" and "Tweak", I have decided I will LIE, LIE, LIE (or at least avoid the truth, which is its own form of a lie) to my kids about my past use. The exception is if they don't ask me about it until they are a little older, then I would fess up. But I am NOT going to tell my young teenagers about my antics in high school and college. I never thought I would lie about this, but I will. Liar, liar, liar (or maybe just "truth avoider"). I am a good example of "well, she did it and turned out fine." But as I mentioned earlier, things could have easily gone in a different direction.

In general, it's just a scary thing. I don't expect my kids will never try/use drugs and alcohol. I just hope when/if they do, they are older and in a safe environment.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Proposition K

San Francisco will be voting on Proposition K, which will decriminalize prostitution, which is different than making it legal. And this really isn't a discussion on Propositon K, but more on prostitution. I have spent enough of my younger life in bars to know that if you want to get laid, just strike up a chat with the guy/chick next to you. Then the sex is free. No money exchanged, no laws broken, no need to legalize anything.

My guess though, (and it is only a guess since I have never hired a prostitute, male or otherwise,) is that the benefit of paying for sex, is the guarantee you get what you want the way you want it. If you pick up a one night stand, there are no guarantees because the other person may be more interested in their own big O instead of making sure your needs are met. You might be expected to give instead of receive. Probably not the case if you are the sex for pay consumer.

Neighbors as friends

When we lived in another burb in the area, I had great neighbor friends. We went on weekend trips, had regular playdates, dinners out, etc. etc. Our kids were all about the same ages. I had a "policy" that if my front door was open, anyone was welcome to stop by unannounced. If it was closed, I either wasn't home or wasn't up for visitors.

When we moved to Kansas, I had GREAT friends, but none of them lived within walking distance. We had some neighbors we were friends with, but not the same as what I was used to.

Now we are back in Ohio and I am thankful to have neighbors as friends again. I have a next door neighbor that I can visit at almost any time to just say hi, hang out, have a drink, etc. etc. We have shopped for clothes together and even gone grocery shopping together. Behind her is another neighbor who enjoys hanging out, too. And all of our husbands enjoy hanging together. It's a lot of fun. We hang out frequently on the weekend nights - sometimes on a deck, sometimes in a garage. We recently hung out one evening by the fire pit after having a meal together and chatted away (and drinks, too, of course!). There wasn't much that wasn't discussed. In fact, many of the conversations could have rivaled any "girl talk" that I have ever participated in.

This weekend, the we are all headed to breakfast at a local restaurant. This restaurant is owned by a young husband and wife. They buy as much local and organic products as possible. The menu changes daily, so there are always a few surprises. The other cool part is that it's in a 100 year old house! I have been for lunch a couple of times and am looking forward to trying their breakfast. It's so nice to have a locally owned restaurant that supports local agriculture and serves healthy, fresh food. Especially in a burb that is full of mega-chain restaurants!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Big red spot

You would think after almost 15 years of marriage, my husband would know NOT to say: "You have a big red spot on your face." Since it is not normal for me to walk around with a big red spot on my face, it can only mean one of two things - I have splashed some sort of food product on my face or I have a zit. Considering the majority of the time he points out the "big red spot on my face" we have NOT just consumed a meal with our bare hands and no napkins, you can pretty much rule out the food substance. Why does he point out my blemishes? They are few and far between, so maybe it's the "shock" of seeing something unusual on my face. Today, he pointed out the "big red spot" on my cheek, just below where the dark circles under my eyes end. He must be used to those, because he hasn't mentioned them since the last time he asked me how I got a black eye.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Dog strollers

When I started this blog over a year ago, I never EVER, EVER thought I would be writing about dog strollers. WTF is up with these? Aren't dogs supposed to love to run, jump, play and be on a leash walking WITH their owner(s), not being pushed in a stroller? Specifically made for a dog? What has this world come to when a dog has it's own special stroller to go for a "walk" with its owner? If you have a dog that is incapable of walking, I guess MAYBE I can see the need. Although leaving them put in the house or putting them out on the back deck for a little sunbathing will probably do the trick and then you can go out for your walk sans dog. These people look like total idiot's when pushing their dog IN A STROLLER down the street.

Has anyone else seen these ridiculous contraptions? If you haven't, click here. I am laughing too hard to even copy a picture and put in this post. Now I know not only do dog strollers exist, but cat strollers, too. And double strollers for cats and dogs for the pet lover who has more than one pet who is neurotic enough to push their animals in a stroller. There's even one that is a Pet Travel System with a stroller, carrier, and a CAR SEAT. Now I have seen it all.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Colin Powell endorses Obama!

Read it here, though I suspect almost everyone already knows this!

Colin Powell

It went well.

My oldest brother and his wife came to dinner last night. I know he is a picky eater and I couldn't decide what to cook and the more I thought about it the more exhausted I became. That can only mean one thing: we went out to dinner. It was an enjoyable evening, no heavy discussions and quite a few laughs. The hard part is explaining to my kids why we don't see them when we visit my parents and why they don't see my parents. Motorcycle Guy said my sister-in-law reminds him of my mom. I summed that up with "and there lies the problem." I would never say that to either of them since there is quite a bit of tension between them, but their personalities are so very much alike and I think that is one of the reasons they have a hard time getting along.

On a funny note, CJ was playing with a new toy he got at his birthday party. It's called a Zoom-O Disc Launcher (which I recommend for boys of all ages!). Well, he held it up close to his face and launched the propeller and it hit him right in the nose, causing a small, bleeding scratch on the tip of his nose. He said he was fine and then went to the bathroom. When he came out, he looked like this:

Yes, he put that band-aid on his nose. He came walking into the family room with a great big smile. Needless to say, all of us started cracking up.


This is what the Zoom-O Disc Launcher looks like.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Whatever happened to scarves?

After I posted my first entry today, I drove CJ to school. As I was sitting at a red light, a van went through the intersection. In the passenger seat was an elderly woman who had a scarf on her head to protect her hair (wig?). Not a highly fashionable/trendy kind of scarf, but one of those sheer, polyester scarves I remember from when I was a kid. It was light blue. I remember in the early/mid 70's seeing my mom and every other woman with a big hairdo (not officially a beehive since those were more "60's" style, but it was similar) wear these scarves outside, especially on a breezy day. My mom would also put one over her hair when she got dressed so that when she pulled her shirt over her head it would be less likely to mess up that big hairdo.

Anyway, I saw that woman and thought "Wow, I haven't seen a scarf like that in well over 30 years!"

On the note of hairdos. I recently had a male client in the clinic. I was starting to massage his scalp when he quickly informed me he had on a hairpiece if I felt something that felt weird. Ooohh! It definitely felt weird and I massaged his scalp only long enough to make it look like I wasn't grossed out. Why couldn't he just wear a scarf?

Relaxing is a good thing!

Yesterday, I again got to rush home from dropping off CJ at school and crawled onto the couch with a blanket and the remote. And slept. For two hours. To add to the enjoyment, it was a cool day and I had the windows open to let in the breeze, requiring me to bundle up in the blankets. Oooohhhhh so good.

I might even get to do it again today! Two days in a row. That will be a record.

I was wondering what else I could write about today and realized I really don't have much. I'm a little burned out on the political thing, no one really wants daily updates of my grass growing project, which is going very well, by the way; and my kids haven't done anything super funny. Boring is good sometimes, but a little excitement and humor would be a welcome change.

My oldest brother and his wife are coming to my house tomorrow for dinner. This is a strained relationship. Not between the two of us so much, just that I am in the middle of my dad and mom vs. my brother and his wife. I really don't want to go into the details - it might take days to type it all up and it is rather childish on all parts. I can say in a nutshell, it comes down to my mom being my brother's step-mom. My dad was married prior to marrying my mom and having more children. There are hurt feelings that go way back on all sides and it came to a blow a few years ago. I am being Switzerland and will let the four of them behave however they want.

Wish me luck.

PS: Thanks to those who have left recent comments! I like reading ALL opinions, even when they aren't in line with my own.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

65% Bitchy

Below are the results of a "How Bitchy Are You?" quiz. Test yourself here.

You Are 65% Bitchy


While you may not think of yourself as the ice queen, admit it, you're often in a bad mood.And it's those around you who often bear the brunt of your annoyance, even if they haven't done anything wrong!

Helpful sites

Fact Check
PolitiFact

Here are two websites I like to look at to help me decipher what our candidates are saying and whether it is accurate.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

puh ... puh ...

Do you recognize this sound? My husband tends to make this noise in his sleep. He is a very noisy sleeper. This was also part of a Seinfeld episode where either Elaine or a boyfriend made this noise when they slept and it drove the other one crazy. I can confirm, IT DRIVES ME CRAZY! If you are not understanding how it sounds, let me try to explain - breath in through nose, keep lips closed, hold air in for only a second, then PUH, force/push out the air between your lips, resulting in the PUH sound rushing out.

I guess it's not enough that I have to listen to this on a fairly regular basis, coming from the other side of the bed. Recently, I had a client who fell asleep during his massage. Not only did he PUH, but prior to the PUH he snored instead of quietly breathing in through his nose. It went like this: snore, PUH, snore, PUH, snore, PUH. To make it even more entertaining, it was a couples massage. The other therapist and I were doing all we could not to laugh out loud. And usually, when one of the clients snores in the couples room, the other client tells them to stop, or they giggle, or they make a comment. In this case, the wife didn't utter a sound. I guess she's used to it and was able to tune him out, unlike us two giggling therapists.

Reagan endorses Obama!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Politics continue

I still get a lot of questions about what I think of Sarah Palin. Here it is:

Based on what I have seen so far, I think if I knew her personally, we would get along fine. Though our political views are very different, I can handle that. I don't choose my friends based on political views and I have many friends whose views are different than my own. She seems feisty and has the ability to pull off sarcasm, which I like. She is a little too "cutesy" at times with the winking and the finger waving and the "betchas" type of comments, but I can deal with that, too. If she were a friend of mine, I would just tell her to STOP DOING THAT!

Does it bother me that she was found to have "abused her power" in the governor's office? Yes. Enough that I wouldn't vote for her IF I was going to vote for her? Probably not. But I am NOT going to vote for that ticket, so I guess at this point, it's not really an issue for me. If they win, then maybe I will be a little more concerned about what else she and her husband might do that is "out of bounds". This appears to be a situation where a personal family matter worked its way into how she was performing her job, what decisions she made and how she handled her authority over others. And I do agree that is wrong.

Do I think she is qualified? No. Not because she is "inexperienced". I think any governmental position requires a lot of "on the job training". Though it would be nice if she had at least stepped foot into Congress to see how it works, and maybe she has and I am unaware, but I still don't think it's a requirement. I think she isn't qualified because I am not convinced she is smart - not book smart, not common sense smart, not smart. Don't translate that into I think she is dumb, because I don't think she is that either. I am just not convinced she has the brain power to pull off being second in command of this country, and very possibly, president.

Do I think it's wrong for her to be running for this office with her current family situation - the mom to five, one with Down's Syndrome, one unwed mom to be daughter? NO. NO. NO. Has a man ever been criticized for this? Maybe, but not nearly as often as women and it is WRONG! She will be able to bring Down's Syndrome to national and international attention. She may even be able to afford help/services for this child that she would not be able to do if she's not VP. Her daughter is already pregnant. Staying home now is not going to resolve that. Just because she might be in the office of VP does not mean she won't be able to support her daughter through all of this. And come ON. Maybe Mr. Palin is the type of father who does/can/will provide all of the same benefits as a mom.

Thermos vs. Thermostat

The other day, I forgot to pack Sous Chef's lunch. Later in the morning, I packed it and dropped it off at school for him. Normally, I just pack a sandwich, yogurt, fruit, a drink. It was a kind of cool day, so I decided to surprise him with some tomato soup in addition to his sandwich. He has a thermos specifically for packing his lunch.

When I picked him up at the end of the day to go to an appointment, I asked him if there was anything special about his lunch. He said, "Yes, there was a thermostat with soup in it!"

Monday, October 13, 2008

We have grass!

You can't tell from these pictures, but we have blades of grass coming up! Though it takes 7-10 days for the seeds to germinate and grow and Saturday was only day seven, we were getting nervous. We were afraid maybe we planted too soon after the kill off and that the soil was retaining some of the grass killer and it had killed our seeds. This morning, I spotted growth! Green blades of grass sprouting above the new layer of soil we put down!

Here are pictures of what the yard looks like today:


Here are some other pictures prior to the grass seed going down over a week ago:





This is our neighbor and Sous Chef loading the wheel barrow with soil.


Motorcycle Guy and the kids made a tunnel in the soil pile to climb through.


Big E in the tunnel.


Motorcycle Guy had to join in on the tunnel fun, too!

Sunday, October 12, 2008

His first party!

CJ had his first "friends" birthday party today! We have always done a party with family members, but this year we had a bowling party with all of his preschool friends. I am not sure the bowling lanes we used will ever be the same again - they may need to come in and buff out the dents from balls being dropped and thrown into the lanes! CJ had a blast and I think all of the other kiddos did, too!









Friday, October 10, 2008

Uh oh!

Off the kids went to school today and I sat down to rest a few minutes, when BAM! I remembered Sous Chef has school pictures. I could not remember exactly what he was wearing or what his hair looked like, but I knew the shirt was not a "picture" shirt. In fact, I was pretty sure he was wearing a faded Skyline Chili t-shirt with a character of some sort. I ran upstairs showered and got him a nicer shirt (though nothing fancy!) and ran up to school. His teacher laughed when I walked in because she said as soon as Sous Chef got to school this morning his first comment was "I forgot it was picture day!" He was indeed wearing the Skyline Chili shirt. His hair was fine.

On the note of mistaken clothing, my husband went to work one day this week with two different shoes on his feet. He is not the world's greatest dresser. Like many men, he thinks just because your shirt is green and your pants/tie/shorts are green, it matches. Never mind one is army green and the other is kelly green. So he said he kept thinking his foot was swollen because one shoe was fitting tighter than the other. When he got to work, he realized his shoes were different. Two black shoes do not make a matched set! Thankfully, he has Doc Martin steel toed "dress" shoes at work for when he is in the lab or out in one of the plants and he was able to wear those until he left to come home and work from here.

Dressing appropriately has not been our forte this week.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Up the meds

I canceled my doctor appointment last week because it was on my birthday and I decided that was on the list of what I did NOT want to do. So I went yesterday. Blood pressure still really good at 90/60 (thanks, Dad!). Colon still could flow a little more freely and she upped my meds. I am now up to a full tablet. We'll see what happens!

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Vanilla Chai

Doesn't that sound like a yummy coffee house drink?

My husband works for a large consumer products company. We get all kinds of free stuff. When Sous Chef was a baby, we didn't buy diapers from about his three month birthday until he was potty trained. We ended up giving away cases of diapers to the Free Store once he was potty trained. I can't remember the last time we bought dishwashing, dishwasher or laundry detergent. Same for fabric softener. In fact, if you stop by my house on the right day, you may find yourself going home with a box full of these things, as often happens to our friends, family and neighbors after a visit to our home. Toothpaste? What aisle is that in? I can't remember because it's been ages since I made that purchase. Anyway, recently he came home with a variety of deodorants for men and women. One of my "flavors" was vanilla chai. Seriously. When I wear it I smell like a candle from the Yankee Candle Co. I am thinking this might be one of their products they are giving away because it didn't pass the test market requirements. Yes, I still wear it. IT WAS FREE. But then I cover it up with a lot of my husband's cologne. Indeed, I have been wearing his cologne because A) I love the way it smells and B) I haven't bought any perfumes for me since I ran out.

Monday, October 6, 2008

But you're already pretty!

The other day I was taking care of some facial hair grooming (ie. mustache) with some hair remover. When I brush it on, it's white and it looks like I have a milk mustache. CJ asked me why I had that stuff on my face. I told him to help make me pretty. He looked at me funny and said, "but you are already pretty!" A few minutes later, after I had washed it off, he said, "there, you are pretty again. And so is your hair." I love his compliments.

Lots of people asked me what I did for my birthday. I prefer to talk about what I did NOT do on my birthday. I did NOT cook, clean, do laundry, make beds or anything else that resembled my daily activities. I DID go to lunch, just me and a book, and relaxed and read. It was perfect. I had a couple of meetings that evening and then when I got home, I opened my presents and we all went to bed.

On Saturday, Motorcycle Guy and I went to Eddie Merlot's for dinner. It was very good if you are a steak eater. I think I still prefer Jeff Ruby's or Capital Grille, which unfortunately, we do not have here. There is one in Pittsburgh, though!

Friday, October 3, 2008

It seems like a lifetime ago...

... and yet, it feels like yesterday.

It was one year ago today that a very good friend of mine lost her mom and step-dad in a carbon monoxide poisoning accident. I remember that phone call as if it had just happened. I have shed more tears over their deaths than any other I can think of. I miss Mary-Beth and I miss not having known her new husband better than I did. I feel terrible that I can't do more to help my friend through this. Needless to say, she and her family are having a very difficult week. Mary-Beth would have celebrated her birthday tomorrow.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Five years ago

I can't believe it was five years ago that CJ was born! I can't believe my YOUNGEST CHILD is five years old. He is so cute.

Here he is opening his presents this morning at 6:45 AM!






He still says really funny things. He has been getting in bed with Motorcycle Guy and I more often than not. The other night I was rocking him before bed (this does not happen very often and I LOVE to do it!) and I told him I thought he should stay in his bed the entire night. He didn't understand why. I explained even though my bed is really big, it was hard to sleep with three people in it.

He said, "I will just sleep in the middle." This is where he does sleep when he climbs in.
I said, "Why do you want to sleep in the middle of us instead of in your own bed?"
He said, "Because I like touching you."

Indeed he does. The entire time he is in bed with us, he either has his foot on me or laying in my hand if I have my hand by my side or he will hold on to my arm.

Yesterday, he asked, "What time are we going bowling tomorrow?"
I told him we were not going bowling.
He said, "You said we were going bowling for my birthday."
I explained to him we are going bowling for his b-day party with his friends, but not until next week, when the bowling alley is available.
His response? "But my birthday is tomorrow."
I continued to explain to him that the bowling alley was not available on his birthday plus we needed to go on a non-school day so his friends could be there.
His response? "But that makes no sense. My birthday is tomorrow."

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

More?

I decided not to ramble on today about my political views or my lawn. Really, what fun is that anyway? Well, actually, just indulge me for a minute. Our lawn is officially officially dead. Check it out. What might not be able to tell, is that it is mostly just dirt - very little dead grass, just NO GRASS. Yeah!



Now on to more important things. Like my BIRTHDAY! Yes, today is my birthday. As of this morning, I am 41 years old. Tomorrow, CJ will be 5 years old. WOW, is all I can say to that.

What am I doing for my birthday? First, I have a doctor's appointment. You may have read here that I was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder back in August. So, my follow up appointment is today to see how the meds are working. I think they are working fine. I no longer find myself awake in the middle of the night wondering how to end the Iraq war, what will happen if it continues forever and they reintroduce the draft and my three boys are at risk - will Canada let us in? I don't lie awake at night wondering why people are mean, sexist, violent or racist and how I can fix that. I have not officially withdrawn all of my money from my bank accounts, college funds and 401(k)/retirement plans and buried it all in my back yard during this economy crisis on the verge of serious recession on the verge of a depression. So, all in all, I think I am doing good. I do still lack the amount of patience I would like to have, especially with my husband and kids, so maybe a little higher dose is in order, but hey, I am not a doctor.

I have a PTO board meeting at one of my son's schools. I am on the board of two schools and normally, both meetings are in the same week. However, since the beginning of the month starts in the middle of this week, I only have one meeting and the second meeting is next week. Sounds like a great way to spend one's 41st birthday, yes?

After that there is Mothers & More meeting. We will be discussing bioidentical hormones and how messed up hormone levels really fuck with a woman (and men, but since there are no men in our chapter, we will be discussing women's issues!). It should be interesting. Being that I am always interested in alternative therapies for traditional maladies/conditions/illnesses, I would like to be at this meeting. However, I have not determined I want to be there on my birthday. It'll really just be a "let's see what I want to do when the time comes." I am spontaneous that way. Woo hoo! I really know how to live it up!

And I guess that's all I have. Enjoy the day.