wish it were (next) Sunday.
The countdown has officially begun - five days until our party. Seemed like a long time, until I starting making my to-do list. Sheesh!
Today's agenda includes weeding the big flower bed, repotting flowers and setting them out in the beds of ground cover, and laundry.
So far (before lunch), I've weeded 1/3 of the bed, transplanted lots of ground cover that needed thinning out, and started one load to wash. I've also uploaded three videos to Facebook, and several new pictures from yesterday.
(and, in the interest of being a healthier person, I did NOT eat a Donut Country donut with the boys this morning. . . I just drank Dr Pepper.)
J has been my helper today. He has scrubbed both bird baths, helped weed, and helped plant. His (requested) reward was "sugar cereal" (Cinnamon Toast Crunch) for lunch.
C stayed inside, not doing anything helpful. D's mom just came to pick him up so she could take him and K to the library. . . she's mad at us because we wouldn't let C spend the night last night. I suspect he'll be spending the night over there tonight so they can all go to the movie tomorrow. Whatever.
In other updates, D and I have been rewatching a favorite mini-series of ours, Band of Brothers. If you have any interest in WWII, I encourage you to watch it. We LOVE it.
Once we finish it, we have the first two seasons of Roswell on DVD to watch. Don't know anything about it, so we'll see how we like it. I was also able to download (for free!) the pilot episode of Arrested Development, which I've been told is worth watching. So we'll see. I've got it on my iPod now, so the next time I'm in the car and not driving (lol) I'll get to watch it. Perhaps on the drive to take C to camp next weekend.
Well, lunch break's over. Time to get back outside and work on my tan. I doubt my neighbors think I own any shirts - they always see me outside in sports bras and bikini tops during the summer. LOL
29 June 2009
26 June 2009
Week in Review, Disney Style
I know you're shocked to learn that, every year, I am given a 365 Days of Disney calendar for Christmas. It's a page-a-day style, with a scene and quote or bit of trivia. I LOVE these calendars. I keep them to use in art projects later on. I have five years' worth in my desk drawer. I look forward to this present every year.
I've decided that on Fridays, I want to go through the pages from the past week and what they say. Sometimes they are very appropriate to what's been going on with me.
Monday, June 22:
scene: Bernard and Bianca, flying in the sardine can on Orville the Albatross' back.
caption: The Rescuers, released June 22, 1977
quote: "He just went through a red light." (Bernard) "Oh, I do that all the time, darling." (Bianca)
*I'll interject here that Bernard was voiced by Bob Newhart and Bianca was voiced by Eva Gabor.
Tuesday, June 23:
scene: Pocahontas looking at her father
caption: Pocahontas, release June 23, 1995
trivia: Chief Powhatan gives his daughter Pocahontas the necklace her mother wore at their wedding. It was her mother's dream that Pocahontas would wear it at her own wedding one day.
* Fitting because June 23 is our wedding anniversary.
Wednesday, June 24:
scene: Scar, with Zazu's beak protruding from his mouth.
caption: The Lion King, released June 24, 1994
quote: "Impeccable timing, your majesty!" - Zazu, when Mufasa saves him from being eaten by Scar
* Perhaps my favorite Disney feature.
Thursday, June 25:
scene: Stitch with an oven-sized and -shaped cake
caption: Lilo & Stitch, released June 21, 2002
trivia: Stitch seems to believe if he's going to the trouble of baking a cake, he's not going to waste an inch of space in the oven.
* This is hilarious to me for two reasons. 1) that the cake even has ridges in it to match the lines on the side where the racks sit. 2) because it reminds of the episode of I Love Lucy when Lucy and Ethel bake bread ("Pioneer Days"). Classic comedy.
Friday, June 26:
scene: WALL-E picking up another lighter
caption: WALL-E, released June 27, 2008
trivia: The hero of this film is a Waste Allocation Load Lifter, Earth class, but you can call him WALL-E for short.
* WALL-E makes me sad because I can see that being our future. I can see our B&L (Wal-Mart) helping us destroy our planet and promoting our laziness, gluttony, and otherwise ovine behavior. I might should note that this is not the first time I've read politics into a simple movie. I also read Biblical allusions into most films. It's a gift.
I've decided that on Fridays, I want to go through the pages from the past week and what they say. Sometimes they are very appropriate to what's been going on with me.
Monday, June 22:
scene: Bernard and Bianca, flying in the sardine can on Orville the Albatross' back.
caption: The Rescuers, released June 22, 1977
quote: "He just went through a red light." (Bernard) "Oh, I do that all the time, darling." (Bianca)
*I'll interject here that Bernard was voiced by Bob Newhart and Bianca was voiced by Eva Gabor.
Tuesday, June 23:
scene: Pocahontas looking at her father
caption: Pocahontas, release June 23, 1995
trivia: Chief Powhatan gives his daughter Pocahontas the necklace her mother wore at their wedding. It was her mother's dream that Pocahontas would wear it at her own wedding one day.
* Fitting because June 23 is our wedding anniversary.
Wednesday, June 24:
scene: Scar, with Zazu's beak protruding from his mouth.
caption: The Lion King, released June 24, 1994
quote: "Impeccable timing, your majesty!" - Zazu, when Mufasa saves him from being eaten by Scar
* Perhaps my favorite Disney feature.
Thursday, June 25:
scene: Stitch with an oven-sized and -shaped cake
caption: Lilo & Stitch, released June 21, 2002
trivia: Stitch seems to believe if he's going to the trouble of baking a cake, he's not going to waste an inch of space in the oven.
* This is hilarious to me for two reasons. 1) that the cake even has ridges in it to match the lines on the side where the racks sit. 2) because it reminds of the episode of I Love Lucy when Lucy and Ethel bake bread ("Pioneer Days"). Classic comedy.
Friday, June 26:
scene: WALL-E picking up another lighter
caption: WALL-E, released June 27, 2008
trivia: The hero of this film is a Waste Allocation Load Lifter, Earth class, but you can call him WALL-E for short.
* WALL-E makes me sad because I can see that being our future. I can see our B&L (Wal-Mart) helping us destroy our planet and promoting our laziness, gluttony, and otherwise ovine behavior. I might should note that this is not the first time I've read politics into a simple movie. I also read Biblical allusions into most films. It's a gift.
25 June 2009
Into the Mystic (with the other late-night blogs in my mind)
This was a blog I was writing in my head as I went to sleep last night. . . so, of course, I've forgotten it. Grrr.
Let's see, maybe if I just start rambling, it will come to me.
I'll tell you about C and the "fun" we've had so far this summer. He had a half day of school on May 29. He spent the afternoon here at home, playing his PlayStation 2. That evening, he went to D's parents' house to spend the night, as my T-ball team had a game the next morning and he didn't want to go. So, Saturday morning at around 7:00 we get a phone call. . . C's mother is here and ready to pick him up. (Let me back up to say that his supplies had not come in yet, and the order at the pharmacy wasn't due to be refilled for a week or more. . . so, for her to pick him up before those were done, she agreed with D that she would order another month's supplies and have them shipped to her, and also to go to the pharmacy and refill his insulin and test strips. Remember this!) So D rushes to get ready and go to his parents' house so he can say goodbye to C. While there, he guilts his parents into coming to J's first tournament game. They all show up late. (we won the game, though.)
Fast forward to last week - Wednesday. We're hanging out outside, waiting for J to come home from VBS. D's phone rings. It's C's mom. Can D call the pharmacy in Florida and pay for the insulin and test strips over the phone? 'Cause C is completely out, and she doesn't have any money. In fact, since she doesn't have any money, her other ex-husband (father of C's half-brother and -sister) will be bringing C home the next day. . . that's okay, right? D does NOT pay over the phone and suggests she buy a small amount in the pharmacy in order to send him home and we'll just get it here. Legally, she's required to pay half of all copays. I've never seen money come from her, ever. So, moral of the story, C came home two days early and with no supplies. D's parents wanted to go get C, so they had D ride with them. . . telling D that they wanted to go and he would rather see them than me and J. True or not, WE are his family. So, he comes home on Thursday. He stays here Thursday and Friday. He spends all day Saturday and Saturday night with D's parents. Doesn't call D Sunday morning to wish him a happy Father's Day. We spend all day Sunday at D's parents' house. We bring him home with us Sunday night, screaming and crying. He stays here Monday. Tuesday, D's mom picks him up to go to a movie with her granddaughter. Tells J she's sorry he can't go, maybe he can get Mommy to let him go next time (ahem - she has taken K, the granddaughter, to a movie every week this summer. she has never asked J to go. as soon as C was home, she asked him to go. when she asked me and D if it was alright, she said, "I'd love for J to go, but I just don't think he could behave or I could deal with him in a movie." riiiiiight.). So C is over there Tuesday, and we D goes to pick him up after work, C throws a fit and is crying again. D is fairly adament that he is coming home, seeing as it is our anniversary and we had plans for the family. D's mom defends C, saying that K is spending the night, so why can't C? D comes home in a foul mood. . . pissy and mad, because his son would rather be anywhere than here. He came home last night and is here today. Yay for me. As long as I keep him and J in seperate rooms, it's not so bad. If they are in the same room for more than about five minutes, though, J is in tears and usually has a new bruise coming up on him. Is it any wonder I have a hard time being excited about him being home??
That wasn't the blog I meant to post, but I can't remember what I was going to write. . . oh well.
Maybe I'll remember later.
Let's see, maybe if I just start rambling, it will come to me.
I'll tell you about C and the "fun" we've had so far this summer. He had a half day of school on May 29. He spent the afternoon here at home, playing his PlayStation 2. That evening, he went to D's parents' house to spend the night, as my T-ball team had a game the next morning and he didn't want to go. So, Saturday morning at around 7:00 we get a phone call. . . C's mother is here and ready to pick him up. (Let me back up to say that his supplies had not come in yet, and the order at the pharmacy wasn't due to be refilled for a week or more. . . so, for her to pick him up before those were done, she agreed with D that she would order another month's supplies and have them shipped to her, and also to go to the pharmacy and refill his insulin and test strips. Remember this!) So D rushes to get ready and go to his parents' house so he can say goodbye to C. While there, he guilts his parents into coming to J's first tournament game. They all show up late. (we won the game, though.)
Fast forward to last week - Wednesday. We're hanging out outside, waiting for J to come home from VBS. D's phone rings. It's C's mom. Can D call the pharmacy in Florida and pay for the insulin and test strips over the phone? 'Cause C is completely out, and she doesn't have any money. In fact, since she doesn't have any money, her other ex-husband (father of C's half-brother and -sister) will be bringing C home the next day. . . that's okay, right? D does NOT pay over the phone and suggests she buy a small amount in the pharmacy in order to send him home and we'll just get it here. Legally, she's required to pay half of all copays. I've never seen money come from her, ever. So, moral of the story, C came home two days early and with no supplies. D's parents wanted to go get C, so they had D ride with them. . . telling D that they wanted to go and he would rather see them than me and J. True or not, WE are his family. So, he comes home on Thursday. He stays here Thursday and Friday. He spends all day Saturday and Saturday night with D's parents. Doesn't call D Sunday morning to wish him a happy Father's Day. We spend all day Sunday at D's parents' house. We bring him home with us Sunday night, screaming and crying. He stays here Monday. Tuesday, D's mom picks him up to go to a movie with her granddaughter. Tells J she's sorry he can't go, maybe he can get Mommy to let him go next time (ahem - she has taken K, the granddaughter, to a movie every week this summer. she has never asked J to go. as soon as C was home, she asked him to go. when she asked me and D if it was alright, she said, "I'd love for J to go, but I just don't think he could behave or I could deal with him in a movie." riiiiiight.). So C is over there Tuesday, and we D goes to pick him up after work, C throws a fit and is crying again. D is fairly adament that he is coming home, seeing as it is our anniversary and we had plans for the family. D's mom defends C, saying that K is spending the night, so why can't C? D comes home in a foul mood. . . pissy and mad, because his son would rather be anywhere than here. He came home last night and is here today. Yay for me. As long as I keep him and J in seperate rooms, it's not so bad. If they are in the same room for more than about five minutes, though, J is in tears and usually has a new bruise coming up on him. Is it any wonder I have a hard time being excited about him being home??
That wasn't the blog I meant to post, but I can't remember what I was going to write. . . oh well.
Maybe I'll remember later.
23 June 2009
Just a Daydream Believer. . .
It has come to my attention that I blog in my sleep. Rather, I dream about blogging and wake up convinced that I have blogged. So, my sincerest apologies on the month long hiatus. It was not intentional.
Some of the topics in recent weeks I have thought I blogged on:
- D
- C being gone and the circumstances of his return
- my grandmothers (both)
- my cats
- my birth control
I'm sure there have been other topics as well, but those are the highlights. So, go get your drink and perhaps a snack and settle in for a long(ish) read.
I'll start at the bottom and work my way up.
My Birth Control
I currently have the Mirena IUD/IUC in place. I got it put in January of 2007. It lasts 5 years. It does all sorts of wonderful things, not the least being that it typically causes periods to cease. Strike up the band, that's wonderful news! Another side effect is that it can cause women to gain weight. . . since I'm typically clinically underweight, this was viewed as a positive for me. Well, I have lost weight. . . yet again. (To give you an idea - the end of my senior year of high school, I was a size 8 thanks to my migraine meds. End of my freshman year of college I was a size 7. Leaving the hospital after giving birth to J, I was a size 6 - and wearing clothes from my junior year in high school. Before getting the Mirena, I was a size 5/6 and happy. Now, some of my clothes are 4s and too large.)
Another fun tidbit is the information I learned yesterday - Mirena causes increased levels of anxiety and depression in those women with a previous history. Suddenly I'm having a bad flashback to last fall when I was being called by my nurse practicioner every 8 hours to make sure I was still alive, when I learned I'm horribly allergic to Xanax, and when my then four year-old son was bringing me food during the day and making me eat because he thought I was sick. I was at the point where driving down the road caused me to hyperventillate because every police car was going to pull me over and arrest me. Sitting in the living room was impossible because every car that drove past our house was going to shoot at me through the window. I was afraid to see my husband because I was afraid he was going to leave me or, worse, take J from me.
Now I learn that by birth control may have been a contributing factor to my breakdown. It's made me wary, apprehensive. I'm luckily in a better place mentally, so I'm not afraid. If I hadn't come so far, I have no doubt I'd be trying to remove the implant from my uterus myself.
I'm planning on leaving it in at this point, since I'm a year and a half out from getting it removed anyway. But, it worries me that I wasn't made aware of this before hand, given my history.
My Cats
We have cats. . . lots and lots of cats. We had two, then one showed up and adopted us. My baby died (had her 13 years), then the newest one had kittens. . . inside. So we add four kittens to the two cats. One kitten loses a fight to a dog, so now we have three kittens. We try to get rid of them. Really try. No one will take them. I fall head-over-heels for one. He falls for me. One of the kittens gets pregnant. She is still pregnant. I will deliver or ship her anywhere to get her gone before the kittens are born. And her brother. And their mother. Leaving me with my cuddle bug and our old, sick cat. Want a cat or two or three?
My Grandmothers
One grandmother died five years ago yesterday. I still haven't gotten over that. More accurately, I haven't gotten over the after effects of the death. I had/took the responsibility of telling my great-grandmother (who I am named for) that her daughter had died. That was the longest, saddest hour of my life. I was always closer to my great-grandmother than any grandparent.
My other grandmother just celebrated her 85th birthday. I missed it, since it was scheduled at the same time as my T-ball end of season party (mine was scheduled first). She is not doing well at all. Ever since my grandfather died 17 years ago (three days before my birthday. . . see a trend here?), she's gone down hill. It's not been pretty. She's getting worse every day. It's sadder than being there for my other grandmother's death. So hard to watch.
C (and D)
Came home from his mother's early because he ran out of supplies and she couldn't refill the prescription - couldn't pay the copay, or so she said. Sent him home with another man and no supplies. Part of the arrangement with her getting him for so long and when she did was that she would be responsible for the refills. And, yet again, she says "Jump!" and D asks "how high?" GRRRR
And then I'm the effin' bad guy for wanting him to grow a pair (or at least a spine) when it comes to her. GRRRRRR
There may be more tomorrow . . . if it rains, there surely will. If it doesn't rain, then I may sit in the hammock and blog.
Oh - and today is my 6th wedding anniversary. Six years ago today, we eloped to KY and got married.
Some of the topics in recent weeks I have thought I blogged on:
- D
- C being gone and the circumstances of his return
- my grandmothers (both)
- my cats
- my birth control
I'm sure there have been other topics as well, but those are the highlights. So, go get your drink and perhaps a snack and settle in for a long(ish) read.
I'll start at the bottom and work my way up.
My Birth Control
I currently have the Mirena IUD/IUC in place. I got it put in January of 2007. It lasts 5 years. It does all sorts of wonderful things, not the least being that it typically causes periods to cease. Strike up the band, that's wonderful news! Another side effect is that it can cause women to gain weight. . . since I'm typically clinically underweight, this was viewed as a positive for me. Well, I have lost weight. . . yet again. (To give you an idea - the end of my senior year of high school, I was a size 8 thanks to my migraine meds. End of my freshman year of college I was a size 7. Leaving the hospital after giving birth to J, I was a size 6 - and wearing clothes from my junior year in high school. Before getting the Mirena, I was a size 5/6 and happy. Now, some of my clothes are 4s and too large.)
Another fun tidbit is the information I learned yesterday - Mirena causes increased levels of anxiety and depression in those women with a previous history. Suddenly I'm having a bad flashback to last fall when I was being called by my nurse practicioner every 8 hours to make sure I was still alive, when I learned I'm horribly allergic to Xanax, and when my then four year-old son was bringing me food during the day and making me eat because he thought I was sick. I was at the point where driving down the road caused me to hyperventillate because every police car was going to pull me over and arrest me. Sitting in the living room was impossible because every car that drove past our house was going to shoot at me through the window. I was afraid to see my husband because I was afraid he was going to leave me or, worse, take J from me.
Now I learn that by birth control may have been a contributing factor to my breakdown. It's made me wary, apprehensive. I'm luckily in a better place mentally, so I'm not afraid. If I hadn't come so far, I have no doubt I'd be trying to remove the implant from my uterus myself.
I'm planning on leaving it in at this point, since I'm a year and a half out from getting it removed anyway. But, it worries me that I wasn't made aware of this before hand, given my history.
My Cats
We have cats. . . lots and lots of cats. We had two, then one showed up and adopted us. My baby died (had her 13 years), then the newest one had kittens. . . inside. So we add four kittens to the two cats. One kitten loses a fight to a dog, so now we have three kittens. We try to get rid of them. Really try. No one will take them. I fall head-over-heels for one. He falls for me. One of the kittens gets pregnant. She is still pregnant. I will deliver or ship her anywhere to get her gone before the kittens are born. And her brother. And their mother. Leaving me with my cuddle bug and our old, sick cat. Want a cat or two or three?
My Grandmothers
One grandmother died five years ago yesterday. I still haven't gotten over that. More accurately, I haven't gotten over the after effects of the death. I had/took the responsibility of telling my great-grandmother (who I am named for) that her daughter had died. That was the longest, saddest hour of my life. I was always closer to my great-grandmother than any grandparent.
My other grandmother just celebrated her 85th birthday. I missed it, since it was scheduled at the same time as my T-ball end of season party (mine was scheduled first). She is not doing well at all. Ever since my grandfather died 17 years ago (three days before my birthday. . . see a trend here?), she's gone down hill. It's not been pretty. She's getting worse every day. It's sadder than being there for my other grandmother's death. So hard to watch.
C (and D)
Came home from his mother's early because he ran out of supplies and she couldn't refill the prescription - couldn't pay the copay, or so she said. Sent him home with another man and no supplies. Part of the arrangement with her getting him for so long and when she did was that she would be responsible for the refills. And, yet again, she says "Jump!" and D asks "how high?" GRRRR
And then I'm the effin' bad guy for wanting him to grow a pair (or at least a spine) when it comes to her. GRRRRRR
There may be more tomorrow . . . if it rains, there surely will. If it doesn't rain, then I may sit in the hammock and blog.
Oh - and today is my 6th wedding anniversary. Six years ago today, we eloped to KY and got married.
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