May 25, 1997 - August 28, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Be afraid
| You Are 34% Evil |
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I want some pancakes.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Sick!
And it's almost July! Jeez. Almost rescheduled the appointment I had with the doctor this morning. Glad I didn't. I've got a doozy of a sinus infection. All the symptoms have been there for about 2 weeks now, I just never put 2 and 2 together. No wonder I've been so tired and crankier than usual. Took my first dose of antibiotics earlier this evening and am hoping by tomorrow morning that at least the constant splitting headache I've had for the past week will cease to be. And I'm looking forward to not seeing stars every time I turn my head too quick, sneeze or stand up straight after feeding the cats or picking something up off the floor. Oddly enough, it feels like the antibiotics may already be working - the pressure in my head isn't quite as intense right now, I've been sneezing like a madwoman most of the evening (which the cats haven't been too pleased with), and my vision isn't quite so blurry. But unfortunately my stomach doesn't seem too happy with the medication. It'll just have to get over it!
15 days and 1-1/2 hours until the day I'm on vacation. I can hardly wait!
15 days and 1-1/2 hours until the day I'm on vacation. I can hardly wait!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Stress-induced Tourette's
If it exists, I have it! When my life gets as stressful as it is right now, I swear like a sailor, and sometimes it does feel uncontrollable. Tourette's or no, if my mother heard a fraction of the stuff coming out of my mouth this week, she'd wash my mouth out with soap!
I love my mom. :-)
Speaking of Mom, I was finally able to talk to her about Zachariah this morning. It was the first I'd spoken with her since he passed. We both cried. Again. But this time it was with each other, even if it was only on the phone.
Hey! Our loser neighbors haven't moved out, and eviction day was early last week! Surprised? Me neither!
My fingers are okay now, btw. Just a few little scratches and a torn nail. And boy, does grating those little buggers make your hand cramp! Why was I shredding them in the first place? Well, can't safely bite into a carrot while wearing braces now, can I? And since I don't want the baby carrots to go to waste (because they're so cute, sweet and tasty!), they get shredded into pasta salad, coleslaw or whatever I think they'll be good shredded into/onto. The Man thinks I'm crazy but, hey, takes a crazy to know a crazy!
Tomorrow there will be only 22 (or is it 21?) days until the beach. Talked with one of The Man's aunt's today who goes to the beach the same week we do and she told me she's bringing a ginormous bottle of Irish Creme that she won at a church fair. Now that's funny. And since it was won at a church fair, none of us has to feel guilty if we drink too much of it.
And hey, one of this aunt's mottos is, "Why Not Tourette's?"
And there you have the premise of the insanity that is beach week with The Man's family.
Damn, I can hardly fucking wait!
I love my mom. :-)
Speaking of Mom, I was finally able to talk to her about Zachariah this morning. It was the first I'd spoken with her since he passed. We both cried. Again. But this time it was with each other, even if it was only on the phone.
Hey! Our loser neighbors haven't moved out, and eviction day was early last week! Surprised? Me neither!
My fingers are okay now, btw. Just a few little scratches and a torn nail. And boy, does grating those little buggers make your hand cramp! Why was I shredding them in the first place? Well, can't safely bite into a carrot while wearing braces now, can I? And since I don't want the baby carrots to go to waste (because they're so cute, sweet and tasty!), they get shredded into pasta salad, coleslaw or whatever I think they'll be good shredded into/onto. The Man thinks I'm crazy but, hey, takes a crazy to know a crazy!
Tomorrow there will be only 22 (or is it 21?) days until the beach. Talked with one of The Man's aunt's today who goes to the beach the same week we do and she told me she's bringing a ginormous bottle of Irish Creme that she won at a church fair. Now that's funny. And since it was won at a church fair, none of us has to feel guilty if we drink too much of it.
And hey, one of this aunt's mottos is, "Why Not Tourette's?"
And there you have the premise of the insanity that is beach week with The Man's family.
Damn, I can hardly fucking wait!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Monday, June 19, 2006
26 days...
...until I'm here:
Right now it feels like an eternity.
Work has been off the wall. I'm so stressed and in such desperate need of time off that I'm forgetting to do things I do every day, forgetting what I'm talking about mid-sentence, and completely over-reacting to idiotic things such as how much spam I get in my work inbox. IT is supposed to be blocking it and they aren't. When my email 'dings!' I check it immediately, and nothing pisses me off more than when I've stopped what I'm doing because of FREAKIN' SPAM!
See?
If I'd been wise I'd have saved the rest of the Cloves I bought for Zee's weekend out here. If I had, I'd be having one... no, three of them right now. And I could really go for a White Russian, but we're out of milk. Besides, The Man is at the Red Sox game tonight and I'm going to need to go out at some point to pick him up from the train station. I feel bad for not going to the game tonight but I'm in no frame of mind to deal with the traffic, the cramped Green Line trains and drunken idiots tonight. Fortunately a guy he works with took my ticket, so it won't go to waste. Sweetheart that The Man can be, called about 5 minutes to 7 and said, "Guess who's starting in right field tonight?" I said, "Gabe Kapler?" He said, "Gabe Kapler" and we both "Woohoo!"'d at the same time. I am SO happy Gabe's finally back in the lineup.
Zee came out last weekend for some birthday Haggis! She's had me and The Man listen to their music a few times when we were back home and I thought, "Ehh, they're not bad." Then I saw them live last weekend and oh my lord, I've turned into a Haggis Head. They're unlike anything I've listened to before and their shows are very energetic. I can not wait to see them again. In fact, the day we were originally supposed to head home from the beach they're going to be playing about an hour from here, but we've already accepted an invitation to go rafting up in Maine that weekend. My arm had to be twisted a bit for that and now I'm trying to untwist it so I can go see Haggis!
Zee, your birthday Haggis was a treat for us both! I'm so glad you were able to come out and I'm so glad we went to both shows. It was medicinal. It was fun. And I can't wait to do it again back home with you next month! :-)
The Sox game is only in the bottom of the 2nd and The Man just called to say he was leaving at the end of the inning. I feel so bad. The guy who was going to go with him bailed. Plus, The Man had surgery on his right eye last Tuesday and he said he can't see what's going on all that well. He still has stitches in the left eye causing astigmatism, and the right eye still has all the stitches in it, plus it's still healing. I'm glad he's coming home early though. If he gets on a train that gets back here before 9 I think I'm going to take him out for an ice cream. There's a dairy farm close to here that has the best ice cream in the world. They have a flavor called Birthday Cake that's fantastic. Add some jimmies and all you're missing is some candles and the embarassing "Happy Birthday" song.
Yeah, I need some Birthday Cake ice cream. More than I need the Cloves. Well, I don't need either, really but... oh hell, yes I do. ;-)
Haven't spoken with my mom since Zachariah passed away. She's having a very hard time with it. I've called several times but my dad has been reluctant to put her on the phone. When I talked with my sister yesterday though, she told me that Mom is starting to consider going to the MSPCA to look around and talk with the folks there. Even before Zachariah passed away, his brother Micah would have separation anxiety from Mom whenever she had to leave the house. It's worse now. She doesn't want his nose to get bent out of joint if she gets another cat, but she doesn't want him to be alone when she has things to do outside of the house.
Well, The Man just called again and is going to be at the train station in half an hour, so if we're going to get some ice cream I'd better go make myself look presentable.
Right now it feels like an eternity.
Work has been off the wall. I'm so stressed and in such desperate need of time off that I'm forgetting to do things I do every day, forgetting what I'm talking about mid-sentence, and completely over-reacting to idiotic things such as how much spam I get in my work inbox. IT is supposed to be blocking it and they aren't. When my email 'dings!' I check it immediately, and nothing pisses me off more than when I've stopped what I'm doing because of FREAKIN' SPAM!
See?
If I'd been wise I'd have saved the rest of the Cloves I bought for Zee's weekend out here. If I had, I'd be having one... no, three of them right now. And I could really go for a White Russian, but we're out of milk. Besides, The Man is at the Red Sox game tonight and I'm going to need to go out at some point to pick him up from the train station. I feel bad for not going to the game tonight but I'm in no frame of mind to deal with the traffic, the cramped Green Line trains and drunken idiots tonight. Fortunately a guy he works with took my ticket, so it won't go to waste. Sweetheart that The Man can be, called about 5 minutes to 7 and said, "Guess who's starting in right field tonight?" I said, "Gabe Kapler?" He said, "Gabe Kapler" and we both "Woohoo!"'d at the same time. I am SO happy Gabe's finally back in the lineup.
Zee came out last weekend for some birthday Haggis! She's had me and The Man listen to their music a few times when we were back home and I thought, "Ehh, they're not bad." Then I saw them live last weekend and oh my lord, I've turned into a Haggis Head. They're unlike anything I've listened to before and their shows are very energetic. I can not wait to see them again. In fact, the day we were originally supposed to head home from the beach they're going to be playing about an hour from here, but we've already accepted an invitation to go rafting up in Maine that weekend. My arm had to be twisted a bit for that and now I'm trying to untwist it so I can go see Haggis!
Zee, your birthday Haggis was a treat for us both! I'm so glad you were able to come out and I'm so glad we went to both shows. It was medicinal. It was fun. And I can't wait to do it again back home with you next month! :-)
The Sox game is only in the bottom of the 2nd and The Man just called to say he was leaving at the end of the inning. I feel so bad. The guy who was going to go with him bailed. Plus, The Man had surgery on his right eye last Tuesday and he said he can't see what's going on all that well. He still has stitches in the left eye causing astigmatism, and the right eye still has all the stitches in it, plus it's still healing. I'm glad he's coming home early though. If he gets on a train that gets back here before 9 I think I'm going to take him out for an ice cream. There's a dairy farm close to here that has the best ice cream in the world. They have a flavor called Birthday Cake that's fantastic. Add some jimmies and all you're missing is some candles and the embarassing "Happy Birthday" song.
Yeah, I need some Birthday Cake ice cream. More than I need the Cloves. Well, I don't need either, really but... oh hell, yes I do. ;-)
Haven't spoken with my mom since Zachariah passed away. She's having a very hard time with it. I've called several times but my dad has been reluctant to put her on the phone. When I talked with my sister yesterday though, she told me that Mom is starting to consider going to the MSPCA to look around and talk with the folks there. Even before Zachariah passed away, his brother Micah would have separation anxiety from Mom whenever she had to leave the house. It's worse now. She doesn't want his nose to get bent out of joint if she gets another cat, but she doesn't want him to be alone when she has things to do outside of the house.
Well, The Man just called again and is going to be at the train station in half an hour, so if we're going to get some ice cream I'd better go make myself look presentable.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Rest in Peace, Zachariah
June 10, 1994 - June 9, 2006
I love you, Buhbee.
Christmas 2004
Christmas 2005
I love you, Buhbee.
Christmas 2004
Christmas 2005
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
A Friday morning quickie
Shouldn't we all be so lucky...
::ahem::
The past several weeks in a nutshell - I hope to elaborate more soon.
The Man had surgery on his left eye - he's having contact lenses surgically implanted. It's cool seeing him without glasses. :-) The right eye is being done next month.
I'm finally sleeping through the night with the CPAP machine. It's been about 2 weeks now. Noticing small differences and it's all good. Will definitely discuss this more later.
My nephew J was run over by a garbage truck at work and we're all thanking God he's still alive. He's in tremendous pain though, and has been pretty down the past few days. Wish we could get out there to see him. When the accident happened I was ready to drop everything and head out, but everyone said to stay put. So, planned to head out over the weekend and my father said, "To do what? Stand around in the hospital the whole time? Stay home." So we figured we'd head out this weekend or next, only we found out that our LOSER NEIGHBORS got served a 30-day eviction notice on Saturday (WOO-FREAKIN'-HOO!!!!!!!!!), so aren't inclined to go away overnight until they're gone.
One of my parents cats, Zachariah, has been pretty sick with a tumor. Vets think it's cancerous. Hit me hard because Zack was my baby when I still lived at home. Early last week the vet gave him days. Mom started putting Holy Water in his food. As of this morning, he's been eating, has gained a little weight back, and this morning he caught a mouse! Our prayers have been either he go quickly and painlessly or is cured altogether. Either way, right now he's comfortable and happy, and that's what matters.
Have also become completely enamored with this man over the past couple of months:
He's Christopher Eccleston. I'm now working on a collection of his works. He's currently on Sci-Fi Friday nights at 9 as Doctor Who. And what a fine Doctor he is.
Okay, gotta go run through the raindrops and get my butt to work.
Have a good one!
::ahem::
The past several weeks in a nutshell - I hope to elaborate more soon.
The Man had surgery on his left eye - he's having contact lenses surgically implanted. It's cool seeing him without glasses. :-) The right eye is being done next month.
I'm finally sleeping through the night with the CPAP machine. It's been about 2 weeks now. Noticing small differences and it's all good. Will definitely discuss this more later.
My nephew J was run over by a garbage truck at work and we're all thanking God he's still alive. He's in tremendous pain though, and has been pretty down the past few days. Wish we could get out there to see him. When the accident happened I was ready to drop everything and head out, but everyone said to stay put. So, planned to head out over the weekend and my father said, "To do what? Stand around in the hospital the whole time? Stay home." So we figured we'd head out this weekend or next, only we found out that our LOSER NEIGHBORS got served a 30-day eviction notice on Saturday (WOO-FREAKIN'-HOO!!!!!!!!!), so aren't inclined to go away overnight until they're gone.
One of my parents cats, Zachariah, has been pretty sick with a tumor. Vets think it's cancerous. Hit me hard because Zack was my baby when I still lived at home. Early last week the vet gave him days. Mom started putting Holy Water in his food. As of this morning, he's been eating, has gained a little weight back, and this morning he caught a mouse! Our prayers have been either he go quickly and painlessly or is cured altogether. Either way, right now he's comfortable and happy, and that's what matters.
Have also become completely enamored with this man over the past couple of months:
He's Christopher Eccleston. I'm now working on a collection of his works. He's currently on Sci-Fi Friday nights at 9 as Doctor Who. And what a fine Doctor he is.
Okay, gotta go run through the raindrops and get my butt to work.
Have a good one!
Thursday, April 20, 2006
I smell s'mores!
Well holy crap. Zee mentioned on Sunday (wait, no, it was Saturday) that'd it'd been a while since I blogged and that I left her (and the only other person who reads this - hi Valerie!) hanging on the water heater issue. I'm so sorry! When I stop and try to remember the events of the past several weeks, almost everything is a blur. The only things that aren't a blur are last night's Red Sox game, the issue The Man and I had a couple of weeks ago (nope, not talking about it - it's done and over with), and going to watch some men's curling in Lowell.
Shiny keys moment - the windows are open and it smells like someone's made a little fire in their driveway to cook up some s'mores or something. It smells incredible. The fire, not the s'mores. I don't know that they're even cooking s'mores. Actually it might be one of the restaurants close to here that does a lot of wood fire cooking so maybe that's what I smell. Either way, it's a comforting smell and I'm totally enjoying it.
Where was I? Oh. Blurry weeks. Yeah. Well, long story short we had hot water again that Tuesday night. One of The Man's friends is a carpenter and came over to knock a hole in the bathroom wall so we could get to the heater. We had hot water not 15 minutes after the hole was made. The plumber (who bears a striking resemblance to my favorite chef, Alton Brown
) dropped by again that Wednesday morning, went over everything with a fine-toothed comb and said he didn't find anything else wrong with it. So, there's a wire in the plug cord thingie somewhere that's a little screwy, but at least we know now that's what it is and have access to the heater now.
Oh yeah, and head-up-his-ass contractor finally called that Wednesday night. We didn't answer the phone (God bless caller ID). Nor did we ever call him back.
Jerk-wad.
Tuesday night we got a couple of late night phone calls from some asshat with nothing better to do with his life. The first was at midnight and we even got a message, the second at 3:15 a.m. The first one startled me so much that I couldn't get back to sleep. When I finally did fall asleep, about a half hour later he called again, let the phone ring only twice this time and then hung up. So I called him back. Apparently he wasn't expecting to get a call back because he didn't answer his phone. Had I been thinking, I'd have grabbed my whistle and left a message that would've given him an internal ear piercing. Thankfully he hasn't called back. But if he does, I'm ready.
I can't remember what else I was going to write about tonight. Hmph.
Shiny keys moment - the windows are open and it smells like someone's made a little fire in their driveway to cook up some s'mores or something. It smells incredible. The fire, not the s'mores. I don't know that they're even cooking s'mores. Actually it might be one of the restaurants close to here that does a lot of wood fire cooking so maybe that's what I smell. Either way, it's a comforting smell and I'm totally enjoying it.
Where was I? Oh. Blurry weeks. Yeah. Well, long story short we had hot water again that Tuesday night. One of The Man's friends is a carpenter and came over to knock a hole in the bathroom wall so we could get to the heater. We had hot water not 15 minutes after the hole was made. The plumber (who bears a striking resemblance to my favorite chef, Alton Brown
) dropped by again that Wednesday morning, went over everything with a fine-toothed comb and said he didn't find anything else wrong with it. So, there's a wire in the plug cord thingie somewhere that's a little screwy, but at least we know now that's what it is and have access to the heater now.Oh yeah, and head-up-his-ass contractor finally called that Wednesday night. We didn't answer the phone (God bless caller ID). Nor did we ever call him back.
Jerk-wad.
Tuesday night we got a couple of late night phone calls from some asshat with nothing better to do with his life. The first was at midnight and we even got a message, the second at 3:15 a.m. The first one startled me so much that I couldn't get back to sleep. When I finally did fall asleep, about a half hour later he called again, let the phone ring only twice this time and then hung up. So I called him back. Apparently he wasn't expecting to get a call back because he didn't answer his phone. Had I been thinking, I'd have grabbed my whistle and left a message that would've given him an internal ear piercing. Thankfully he hasn't called back. But if he does, I'm ready.
I can't remember what else I was going to write about tonight. Hmph.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Surprise!
Oh what an exciting day it’s been! We woke up to no hot water this morning and no way to get to the hot water heater. The contractors who re-did our kitchen and bathroom a few years ago placed a new hot water heater in our kitchen in the corner, under the counter, and failed to provide a way for us to access it should any problems arise. Can you say, “D’OH!”? The Man has put in 4 phone calls (that I’m aware of) to them and we’ve still had no response. The plumber came and went because he’s not about to pull up our kitchen counter or cut a hole underneath our kitchen sink to get at it, and we certainly don’t blame him. But the plumber’s office called back a couple of times to see if the contractor’s returned our calls yet. If the contractor ever gets around to getting back to us he better a) get to our place no more than an hour after hanging up the phone and b) not charge us for the visit or the access he’s going to provide us to the heater.
Un-freakin-believable.
The Man ended up staying home from work today. He was pretty sick over the weekend anyway and still wasn’t feeling 100% this morning so between that and the water situation, he decided to stay home. If the water situation isn’t rectified by tomorrow, and head-up-his-ass-contractor calls tonight and hems and haws and says, “Oh I’ll be there tomorrow” I’m going to tell him he has to be there on my schedule. No exceptions. No excuses.
Dumbass.
What an adventure it was getting ready for work this morning. Took me back to the days of growing up when our well would decide to not give us any water (the ground was mostly shale around the house I grew up in). We’d have to trek up to the springs to stock up on water, heat it up when we needed to bathe and do dishes, and keep big buckets in the bathrooms so we could flush the toilets. Oh it was just a happy go-lucky time when that happened! I don’t miss those days – and neither do my parents! – and I’m not at all happy about re-living them now.
I’m so angry right now I feel like I could turn into The Hulk.
Grrr, baby! GRRR!
Un-freakin-believable.
The Man ended up staying home from work today. He was pretty sick over the weekend anyway and still wasn’t feeling 100% this morning so between that and the water situation, he decided to stay home. If the water situation isn’t rectified by tomorrow, and head-up-his-ass-contractor calls tonight and hems and haws and says, “Oh I’ll be there tomorrow” I’m going to tell him he has to be there on my schedule. No exceptions. No excuses.
Dumbass.
What an adventure it was getting ready for work this morning. Took me back to the days of growing up when our well would decide to not give us any water (the ground was mostly shale around the house I grew up in). We’d have to trek up to the springs to stock up on water, heat it up when we needed to bathe and do dishes, and keep big buckets in the bathrooms so we could flush the toilets. Oh it was just a happy go-lucky time when that happened! I don’t miss those days – and neither do my parents! – and I’m not at all happy about re-living them now.
I’m so angry right now I feel like I could turn into The Hulk.
Grrr, baby! GRRR!
Sunday, March 26, 2006
It's Sunday
Seems as though everything and nothing has been going on. Still pretty busy at work. Last week I finally had a chance to go over all the stuff I've been putting on the back burner and kinda freaked out when I saw how far behind and disorganized I'd become on a few things. I hate that. When someone comes to me and asks about something - where it is or what the status is - I feel like a failure if I don't have an immediate answer, or procure one within two minutes.
I'm a Virgo, and though I don't really believe in the horoscope stuff, I do have to say the characteristics of a Virgo are pretty right on for me.
Which reminds me, my acid reflux is kicking in again. It's been pretty quiet for the past year and a half, thankfully. Called the doctor on Friday to see if she'd phone in some Protonix for me but it hasn't been done yet. Shocking! Meanwhile my stomach will just sit here and rot. That's okay. I don't really need it anyway.
Last weekend The Man and I met up with a friend I've made on a curling forum and took a curling lesson! We had a blast! Curling is something you definitely need to be in shape to do, so it's another kick in the butt to keep me going to the gym on a regular basis because curling is something I want to continue doing.
Next weekend we're going to the World Men's Curling Championship in Lowell. Crossing my fingers we get to meet the U.S. Men - you know, the ones who won the bronze at the Olympics. That has me completely stoked!
Babs is doing well for the most part. She's been off the blood pressure med for 2 weeks now. This past Friday night I was a little concerned as she was breathing faster than normal, but it wasn't labored breathing. Kept our eyes on her and she was back to normal yesterday. I'm going to call the vet tomorrow and see what they have to say about it. She's still acting like her normal, crazy self so I know she feels okay.
Sorry this isn't a very compelling entry. Then again, not many of my entries are! Ha!
I'm wanting some french toast, so I'm off to make breakfast. Have a lovely day! :-)
I'm a Virgo, and though I don't really believe in the horoscope stuff, I do have to say the characteristics of a Virgo are pretty right on for me.
Which reminds me, my acid reflux is kicking in again. It's been pretty quiet for the past year and a half, thankfully. Called the doctor on Friday to see if she'd phone in some Protonix for me but it hasn't been done yet. Shocking! Meanwhile my stomach will just sit here and rot. That's okay. I don't really need it anyway.
Last weekend The Man and I met up with a friend I've made on a curling forum and took a curling lesson! We had a blast! Curling is something you definitely need to be in shape to do, so it's another kick in the butt to keep me going to the gym on a regular basis because curling is something I want to continue doing.
Next weekend we're going to the World Men's Curling Championship in Lowell. Crossing my fingers we get to meet the U.S. Men - you know, the ones who won the bronze at the Olympics. That has me completely stoked!
Babs is doing well for the most part. She's been off the blood pressure med for 2 weeks now. This past Friday night I was a little concerned as she was breathing faster than normal, but it wasn't labored breathing. Kept our eyes on her and she was back to normal yesterday. I'm going to call the vet tomorrow and see what they have to say about it. She's still acting like her normal, crazy self so I know she feels okay.
Sorry this isn't a very compelling entry. Then again, not many of my entries are! Ha!
I'm wanting some french toast, so I'm off to make breakfast. Have a lovely day! :-)
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Dumpster fire
We had a dumpster fire last night. Heard some mighty big vehicles pull up outside of our building last night so of course I peeked through the blinds to see what was up. Two fire trucks had arrived and they were putting on full gear. I got a little freaked, hollered to The Man and he said he already had the scanner on. I saw The Dude from downstairs (the one who took our door mat) standing outside watching them and The Man decided to go out and have a look himself. The Dude told The Man that there were some punk ass kids hanging around earlier (we were in and out all day yesterday so didn't see any of this going on), smoking, going under cars, just generally being stupid, punk ass kids, and that he figured one or more of them must have tossed a cigarette or two in there. I hope whoever set it off is found and has their ass whooped. And their parents, too.
Thank God it was only the dumpster that caught fire.
Some good news - Miss Babs no longer has to take Enalapril!! We took her to the vet in Boston yesterday for her echocardiogram. She still has a little thickening around her heart, but the cardiologist told us that the amount she saw was typical for a kitty of her weight (16.5 lbs.). She told us it would be safe to take her off the Enalapril, and wants us to bring her back in 6 months for a follow-up, just to be safe. YAY! No more medication for Babs! Every night, The Man would get home, change, grab the bottle of pills and give one to her. And every night she'd sit in her bed, squinting at him, waiting for it with a "Screw you!" look on her face. Now she can just be happy he's home and hop into his lap as soon as he sits down.
Being the paranoid cat mom that I am, asked the cardiologist if it was safe to take her off of this stuff cold turkey. She said absolutely and if anything were to happen to her, it wouldn't be immediate, which is why she wants to see her in 6 months. So, I'm not so paranoid anymore. :-)
Thank God it was only the dumpster that caught fire.
Some good news - Miss Babs no longer has to take Enalapril!! We took her to the vet in Boston yesterday for her echocardiogram. She still has a little thickening around her heart, but the cardiologist told us that the amount she saw was typical for a kitty of her weight (16.5 lbs.). She told us it would be safe to take her off the Enalapril, and wants us to bring her back in 6 months for a follow-up, just to be safe. YAY! No more medication for Babs! Every night, The Man would get home, change, grab the bottle of pills and give one to her. And every night she'd sit in her bed, squinting at him, waiting for it with a "Screw you!" look on her face. Now she can just be happy he's home and hop into his lap as soon as he sits down.
Being the paranoid cat mom that I am, asked the cardiologist if it was safe to take her off of this stuff cold turkey. She said absolutely and if anything were to happen to her, it wouldn't be immediate, which is why she wants to see her in 6 months. So, I'm not so paranoid anymore. :-)
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Just do it
Did you hear that blood-curdling scream around 5:30 this morning, EST? Yeah... that was me. Sorry about that. I stepped on the scale for the first time in 4 months and have gained almost 10 pounds since the day I had the fibroid removed. I'm not a small girl to begin with. This extra 10 pounds is most unwanted. It does tie in with my sleep apnea, but I have to be able to control what I put in my mouth, too. I'm not going to blame my entire weight problem on my sleeping disorder.
Speaking of which, I went a few nights without using the machine. It just seemed pointless to be using it for only an hour a night. Well, yesterday I noticed that all my little aches and pains were coming back. They were clearing up so slowly I hardly even noticed. So I decided okay, maybe an hour a night actually is accomplishing something and decided to start using it again. As I was plugging the machine in next to the bed last night, the man exlaimed, "Yay! The machine!" I just looked at him and said, "What do you mean 'yay machine'?!" And he said, "Cranky pants." I asked, "Have I been crankier than usual since I stopped using it?" And he said, "Yup". So I'm thinking to myself, "Why the hell didn't you say something?" and then realized this is the man who barely says boo to me while I'm PMS-ing because he knows better, so I didn't make an issue out of it.
But now what to do about finding a food/weight loss plan and sticking to it? I've been on Weight Watchers a gazillion times. Sure it works, until my will power runs out. I've tried L.A. Weight Loss, but much of the food they wanted me to eat was soy based so I quit, plus the staff at the particular location I went to just sucked. I've tried low-carb, no-carb, no sugar. You name it, I've probably tried it. And here I am, still carrying around all this unwanted extra weight. Saying "Just do it" to someone like me will likely get you a punch in the face. And that leads me back to that freakin' CPAP machine. The more I thought about it, the more I noticed as I was using it that my view on exercise was changing. So if I keep using it, hopefully it'll keep changing, as will my view towards food. Guess I just need to give it a little more time.
So here goes.
Speaking of which, I went a few nights without using the machine. It just seemed pointless to be using it for only an hour a night. Well, yesterday I noticed that all my little aches and pains were coming back. They were clearing up so slowly I hardly even noticed. So I decided okay, maybe an hour a night actually is accomplishing something and decided to start using it again. As I was plugging the machine in next to the bed last night, the man exlaimed, "Yay! The machine!" I just looked at him and said, "What do you mean 'yay machine'?!" And he said, "Cranky pants." I asked, "Have I been crankier than usual since I stopped using it?" And he said, "Yup". So I'm thinking to myself, "Why the hell didn't you say something?" and then realized this is the man who barely says boo to me while I'm PMS-ing because he knows better, so I didn't make an issue out of it.
But now what to do about finding a food/weight loss plan and sticking to it? I've been on Weight Watchers a gazillion times. Sure it works, until my will power runs out. I've tried L.A. Weight Loss, but much of the food they wanted me to eat was soy based so I quit, plus the staff at the particular location I went to just sucked. I've tried low-carb, no-carb, no sugar. You name it, I've probably tried it. And here I am, still carrying around all this unwanted extra weight. Saying "Just do it" to someone like me will likely get you a punch in the face. And that leads me back to that freakin' CPAP machine. The more I thought about it, the more I noticed as I was using it that my view on exercise was changing. So if I keep using it, hopefully it'll keep changing, as will my view towards food. Guess I just need to give it a little more time.
So here goes.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
The World's Shortest Personality Test
And they ain't kidding!
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Thursday, March 02, 2006
Metal mouth
Well, I'm finally biting the bullet. I'm getting braces. That's right, Becky's going to have a mouth full of metal in a few short months. Actually, if the quote I received was correct for what I want, I'm getting ceramic braces on the top teeth and metal on the bottom. Not really looking forward to it, but it needs to be done. Really like the orthodontist I met with yesterday. She was much more informative than the others I've been to for consultations. And it's going to be a little cheaper there too, so that obviously helps. I won't have them on until at least May, so I've got time to psych myself up. Or chicken out.
Don't think I ever shared my good news. Had my review at work a couple of weeks ago. Got a 4-1/2% raise and a promotion. It's nice to finally work for someone who appreciates the work I do and rewards me for it. It's about time!!
Meanwhile, the person who took over my old position is finally teetering on the edge of dismissal.
The Olive Garden was packed last night so we ended up going to a place called Smokey Bones for The Man's birthday dinner. It's a barbecue restaurant. Not exactly the place to go on holy days during Lent. I asked The Man, "God's not going to strike me down for celebrating your birthday with a piece of barbecued chicken... is He?" Of course The Man said no, but I still didn't feel right about it. But I was able to work around it. The restaurant offered the typical veggie burger laced with soy so I couldn't eat it (too much soy gives me migraines), and some other meatless stuff that didn't look very palatable. I settled for the "Lodge Salad", minus the sunflower seeds. It had enough protein and fillers without actual meat to make it filling and to my surprise it was one of the best salads I've ever had! And it was huge, so I was definitely full when I was done. The Man got pulled pork and when we got home told me I could have his leftovers for dinner tonight. He can be such a sweetie. When we got home he was too full to have any of his cheesecake, but I wasn't. It was delicious. It's got whipped cream and strawberries on top. Can't wait to have another slice tonight after the pulled pork. I actually snagged a few strawberries off of it this morning for breakfast. Oh, okay! I had a very thin sliver of the cheesecake as well. Jeez. And The Man won't be eating any of it again tonight because he's heading to volleyball (Thursday is league night). If he's not careful I'll have the whole thing gone by the time he gets to it! *insert evil grin here*
It's snowing like a mother out right now. Was hoping it would hold off until the evening commute was over but oh well. We've had it pretty good this winter. Last year we got hammered with snow and freezing cold. This winter has been pretty mild and think we've gotten only 2 snow events worthy of a little freaking out.
Okay, I'm off for some pulled pork and cheesecake.
Cheers!
Don't think I ever shared my good news. Had my review at work a couple of weeks ago. Got a 4-1/2% raise and a promotion. It's nice to finally work for someone who appreciates the work I do and rewards me for it. It's about time!!
Meanwhile, the person who took over my old position is finally teetering on the edge of dismissal.
The Olive Garden was packed last night so we ended up going to a place called Smokey Bones for The Man's birthday dinner. It's a barbecue restaurant. Not exactly the place to go on holy days during Lent. I asked The Man, "God's not going to strike me down for celebrating your birthday with a piece of barbecued chicken... is He?" Of course The Man said no, but I still didn't feel right about it. But I was able to work around it. The restaurant offered the typical veggie burger laced with soy so I couldn't eat it (too much soy gives me migraines), and some other meatless stuff that didn't look very palatable. I settled for the "Lodge Salad", minus the sunflower seeds. It had enough protein and fillers without actual meat to make it filling and to my surprise it was one of the best salads I've ever had! And it was huge, so I was definitely full when I was done. The Man got pulled pork and when we got home told me I could have his leftovers for dinner tonight. He can be such a sweetie. When we got home he was too full to have any of his cheesecake, but I wasn't. It was delicious. It's got whipped cream and strawberries on top. Can't wait to have another slice tonight after the pulled pork. I actually snagged a few strawberries off of it this morning for breakfast. Oh, okay! I had a very thin sliver of the cheesecake as well. Jeez. And The Man won't be eating any of it again tonight because he's heading to volleyball (Thursday is league night). If he's not careful I'll have the whole thing gone by the time he gets to it! *insert evil grin here*
It's snowing like a mother out right now. Was hoping it would hold off until the evening commute was over but oh well. We've had it pretty good this winter. Last year we got hammered with snow and freezing cold. This winter has been pretty mild and think we've gotten only 2 snow events worthy of a little freaking out.
Okay, I'm off for some pulled pork and cheesecake.
Cheers!
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Happy Mardi Gras!
Before I begin, even though she doesn't read this (because I know she'd be horrified at some of the things I write in here if she did), I want to say...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!! I love you!
I can't believe the season of Lent is upon us. Ugh! I've given it a lot of thought and decided my Lenten discipline is going to be exercise - 5 days a week for at least 30 minutes per workout. My gym keeps sending postcards saying, "We miss you!" and the owner calls me from time to time to be sure I'm not dead. That and good old Catholic guilt should keep me motivated!
I hate, I repeat, I HATE the CPAP machine. Argh! Still am not getting any more than an hour of sleep per night with it. The nurse called again tonight to see how I've been doing and if I've noticed any differences. Told her I hate it but am willing to keep at it. The only thing I've noticed so far is a week or so ago when I got only about 4 hours of sleep. One of those hours was with the machine. Typically when I get that little sleep, when I wake up the next morning I feel like I've been hit by a truck and I ache all day. This time, there was no ache. I was incredibly tired, but amazingly didn't ache at all. It's still going to be a long haul with this thing though. Right now, when I wake up, if I don't fall back to sleep within 15 minutes it comes off. And if I don't put it on before I go to sleep, The Man always asks, "Aren't you going to wear the mask tonight?" I always grumble when he asks, but he knows as well as I do that eventually it's going to help. A lot. Maybe my new exercise regiment will help move things along. Hmmm...
The Man's birthday is tomorrow. I got him "THE BOOK! Holy Cow!" and Confessions of a Street Addict. Buster and Babs got him Republic Commando. He wants to go to the Olive Garden for dinner, and I really hope they have vegetable lasagna otherwise I won't be able to eat much! He also wants a cheesecake from our favorite pastry store which I need to pick up tomorrow morning.
Speaking of tomorrow morning, I have a consultation with an orthodontist at 9 o'clock. I have a missing tooth that has finally started wreaking havoc in my mouth. My dentist has been after me for two years to get braces to fix everything before it gets worse. Crossing my fingers that I can afford it. Insurance won't cover it. Grrr. If certain areas weren't painful I wouldn't even worry about it, but I have one tooth that's twisted 45 degrees already (that's the one that hurts the most), and several others that are seriously out of whack, so I'd like to get this done before the twists and changes get worse and more painful, and before it starts affecting all the teeth that people can actually see when I smile.
So I'm going to be late for work tomorrow, and I still have to take my lunch break anyway to go to Ash Wednesday Mass. Good thing about that is my boss is probably going to Mass with me!
Over President's Day weekend The Man and I went to The Museum of Science and visited the Star Wars exhibit again. At one point we were near a family with a couple of kids who were completely hamming it up for pictures. One of them stood in front of the Wookies with a completely petrified look on his face. And the youngest boy's pose in front of Darth Vader prompted me to do the same (after asking his Mom's permission to copy his pose!)...
Not very convincing, but silly and fun nonetheless!
Babs' appointment has been re-scheduled yet again! Her appointment is now next weekend. She's still doing great. In fact she's been helping me with this entry. And by helping me, I mean she's holding down my left arm so that a majority of this has been typed with just my right hand. And my right hand is pretty darn tired, so I think I'm going to stop typing now.
Have a great evening!
Monday, February 20, 2006
A month and a half?
Holy smokes! Can't believe I haven't been here since the very beginning of the year. Suffice it to say, life's been busy. We've been busier than usual at work, what with the opening of a new branch and all. I've been utterly exhausted by the time I get home and haven't had much ambition to do much of anything once I walk through the door. Getting dinner together is a feat in itself these days! That's why it's so nice to have today off. 3-day weekends are always welcome relief.
So... what's been going on... umm... I have the CPAP machine now. It hasn't been easy or fun getting used to it. The first few weeks I battled severe anxiety issues. I was having nightmares about regular people turning into breath sucking demons. Oh sure, it sounds funny now, but it sure as heck wasn't when I was going through it. Am still having a little anxiety with it, but on the whole am much better. The most amount of sleep I've gotten while wearing the mask is 2 hours. A nurse called me a couple of weeks ago to see how I was doing. I was completely honest with her - told her about the anxiety, that I wasn't sleeping well with it, etc. She encouraged me to use it consistently for 3 weeks, even if it's for only 15 minutes a night. She said she would call again in 3 weeks to see how I'm doing and then we'd take things from there. So I've got about another week to go until she calls again. It'll be interesting to see if anything changes between now and then. I'd like to be sleeping an average of 3-4 hours per night with it on.
Let's see... the people across the hall are still flaming assholes.
I'm enjoying the Winter Olympics. LOVE to watch the curling matches. When I was in 5th grade my math teacher told us he played a game called Curling and we all thought he was pulling our leg. The Man and I have been talking and are going to see if there's anywhere around here where we can try our hand at it.
Really digging Volkswagen's Fast commercials.
Babs is doing great. Her follow-up appointment is next Saturday afternoon. She's having an echocardiogram done. They'll probably have to sedate her for it. My poor Sweet Pea. :-( With any luck we'll be able to get her off the blood pressure meds.
Must be off. Buster's treat supply has been depleted and we still haven't heard the end of it from him. Surprised he didn't stomp on our heads all night long.
TTFN!
So... what's been going on... umm... I have the CPAP machine now. It hasn't been easy or fun getting used to it. The first few weeks I battled severe anxiety issues. I was having nightmares about regular people turning into breath sucking demons. Oh sure, it sounds funny now, but it sure as heck wasn't when I was going through it. Am still having a little anxiety with it, but on the whole am much better. The most amount of sleep I've gotten while wearing the mask is 2 hours. A nurse called me a couple of weeks ago to see how I was doing. I was completely honest with her - told her about the anxiety, that I wasn't sleeping well with it, etc. She encouraged me to use it consistently for 3 weeks, even if it's for only 15 minutes a night. She said she would call again in 3 weeks to see how I'm doing and then we'd take things from there. So I've got about another week to go until she calls again. It'll be interesting to see if anything changes between now and then. I'd like to be sleeping an average of 3-4 hours per night with it on.
Let's see... the people across the hall are still flaming assholes.
I'm enjoying the Winter Olympics. LOVE to watch the curling matches. When I was in 5th grade my math teacher told us he played a game called Curling and we all thought he was pulling our leg. The Man and I have been talking and are going to see if there's anywhere around here where we can try our hand at it.
Really digging Volkswagen's Fast commercials.
Babs is doing great. Her follow-up appointment is next Saturday afternoon. She's having an echocardiogram done. They'll probably have to sedate her for it. My poor Sweet Pea. :-( With any luck we'll be able to get her off the blood pressure meds.
Must be off. Buster's treat supply has been depleted and we still haven't heard the end of it from him. Surprised he didn't stomp on our heads all night long.
TTFN!
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Starting the year with a bang!
And by "bang", I mean the word FUCK! It will be used repeatedly in this entry, so if anyone who reads this is offended by the word "fuck", please stop reading now! :-)
I'm so tired of living around FUCKING MORONS! I've decided my New Year's Resolution for 2006 is to utter the phrase "Many of my neighbors are fucking morons" at least once a day. The morons across the hall and the morons directly below us seem to be having a contest as to who can make the most noise and piss off the most neighbors. The morons downstairs started in on Wednesday. The morons across the hall started yesterday. However, in spite of their late start, the morons across the hall are winning by a landslide! Why they feel they need to play their music so fucking loud is beyond me. We can hear it in the bedroom for God's sake. Turn it the fuck down! The condo manager still hasn't sent the letter out about noise pollution and fines. I was hoping she'd be a little better than our last condo manager. Well, I guess she is since the fucking morons across the hall have on the whole quieted down. If their loud music continues past today though, you can bet your sweet bippie I'm going to bitch about it again; and whatever the hell that noise is that's coming from the dude downstairs. I think it's a video game, but I can't tell for sure. Sure as hell don't appreciate hearing it at 11:30 on a work night though.
Okay, I think for the moment I'm done with the word "fuck". But I'm not sure.
I had a revelation the week before Christmas. And remember where you heard it first! *Disclaimer - if anyone steals this revelation from me without asking, you'll be dealing with my minions! And trust me, that won't be fun!*
Okay, now as I share this revelation, you must, I repeat, you must picture me jumping up and down on a couch with a semi-psychotic look in my eyes. Are you ready?
Are you sure you're ready?
Okay, but prepare to be completely horrified...
Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes' unborn child is the ANTICHRIST!
Of course I have no proof to back up this claim. I only have chills and waves of nausea everytime I think about it. And that's enough, dammit!
IT'S THE ANTICHRIST!!!
Now if they have a boy and name him Damien, well then, that'll solidify everything.
I hope everyone had a truly wonderful Christmas/Hanukkah/Whatever You Celebrate. I don't understand why we can't just wish those who celebrate Christmas a "Merry Christmas" and those who celebrate Hanukkah a "Happy Hanukkah". This "Happy Holidays" stuff gets annoying. Well, actually, if you don't know what a person celebrates, then "Happy Holidays" is perfectly fine. But if you do know what a person celebrates, then just wish them a Happy/Merry whatever! For several years I worked in an office dominated by Jewish men and women, and none of us had any problem at all showing respect for the others holidays. It was utopia, I tell you! Well, in showing respect for religious holidays, at least.
Ranting and raving aside, I really do love Christmas and the Christmas Spirit. Most people are a little less obnoxious and rude. It's just a magical time of year. And I love being able to spend time with family. We took a few pictures over our extended Christmas weekend that I'd like to share...
The altar at my parents church, decorated for Christmas.
My sister's dog passed out after playing with all the toys he got for Christmas.
My parents cats.
Babs enjoying the new bed Santa brought her.
Buster enjoying the new bed Santa brought him.
The next (and last) picture needs a disclaimer - *If this picture is taken and used anywhere without a link to me or without my permission, you will again have to deal with my minions. Oh will there be pain and suffering.* Actually this is true of any picture I post.
Okay, this isn't a Christmas picture per se, but it was taken this past Tuesday morning as we headed home after a wonderful Christmas visit with my family. The Man and I laughed our asses off when we saw this.
Happy New Year!
I'm so tired of living around FUCKING MORONS! I've decided my New Year's Resolution for 2006 is to utter the phrase "Many of my neighbors are fucking morons" at least once a day. The morons across the hall and the morons directly below us seem to be having a contest as to who can make the most noise and piss off the most neighbors. The morons downstairs started in on Wednesday. The morons across the hall started yesterday. However, in spite of their late start, the morons across the hall are winning by a landslide! Why they feel they need to play their music so fucking loud is beyond me. We can hear it in the bedroom for God's sake. Turn it the fuck down! The condo manager still hasn't sent the letter out about noise pollution and fines. I was hoping she'd be a little better than our last condo manager. Well, I guess she is since the fucking morons across the hall have on the whole quieted down. If their loud music continues past today though, you can bet your sweet bippie I'm going to bitch about it again; and whatever the hell that noise is that's coming from the dude downstairs. I think it's a video game, but I can't tell for sure. Sure as hell don't appreciate hearing it at 11:30 on a work night though.
Okay, I think for the moment I'm done with the word "fuck". But I'm not sure.
I had a revelation the week before Christmas. And remember where you heard it first! *Disclaimer - if anyone steals this revelation from me without asking, you'll be dealing with my minions! And trust me, that won't be fun!*
Okay, now as I share this revelation, you must, I repeat, you must picture me jumping up and down on a couch with a semi-psychotic look in my eyes. Are you ready?
Are you sure you're ready?
Okay, but prepare to be completely horrified...
Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes' unborn child is the ANTICHRIST!
Of course I have no proof to back up this claim. I only have chills and waves of nausea everytime I think about it. And that's enough, dammit!
IT'S THE ANTICHRIST!!!
Now if they have a boy and name him Damien, well then, that'll solidify everything.
I hope everyone had a truly wonderful Christmas/Hanukkah/Whatever You Celebrate. I don't understand why we can't just wish those who celebrate Christmas a "Merry Christmas" and those who celebrate Hanukkah a "Happy Hanukkah". This "Happy Holidays" stuff gets annoying. Well, actually, if you don't know what a person celebrates, then "Happy Holidays" is perfectly fine. But if you do know what a person celebrates, then just wish them a Happy/Merry whatever! For several years I worked in an office dominated by Jewish men and women, and none of us had any problem at all showing respect for the others holidays. It was utopia, I tell you! Well, in showing respect for religious holidays, at least.
Ranting and raving aside, I really do love Christmas and the Christmas Spirit. Most people are a little less obnoxious and rude. It's just a magical time of year. And I love being able to spend time with family. We took a few pictures over our extended Christmas weekend that I'd like to share...
The altar at my parents church, decorated for Christmas.
My sister's dog passed out after playing with all the toys he got for Christmas.
My parents cats.
Babs enjoying the new bed Santa brought her.
Buster enjoying the new bed Santa brought him.
The next (and last) picture needs a disclaimer - *If this picture is taken and used anywhere without a link to me or without my permission, you will again have to deal with my minions. Oh will there be pain and suffering.* Actually this is true of any picture I post.
Okay, this isn't a Christmas picture per se, but it was taken this past Tuesday morning as we headed home after a wonderful Christmas visit with my family. The Man and I laughed our asses off when we saw this.
Happy New Year!
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