As many of you know, courtesy of Ally's imagination, we have had a guest in our home by the name of Duster. Duster the pink dog cat who's favorite food is tofu. As the weather turned cold, and Ally asked us why, we told her Old Man Winter was returning to us after a spring time hiatus. Ally told us it was not Old Man Winter, but Old Man Duster.
Well, the Old Man is certainly on his return as it was a quite blustery cold day yesterday. As I picked up Ally from school yesterday this discussion occured to where I found out about the fate of Duster.
Me: It's cold! Old Man Duster is here!
Ally: Not Old Man Duster! Old Man Winter!
Me: Where is Duster.
Ally: He died.
Me: What? What happened?
Ally: He was driving his car and a dinosaur picked it up and put in his mouth and
ate him!
Me: Where was the dinosaur?
Ally: At the zoo.
So hat's off to you Duster, what a way to go out.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Missing In Action
It's not like I've ever been a religious blog writer. Though I have fleeting moments of the mind all the time, and think to myself, Oh I so need to blog that. Given my short attention span, I write the idea in my notebook and move on the next crisis. However, I as of late have a small audience, thus should be a little more dedicated to my updating you all on my crazy mis-adventures. And so I hope over the next few months to staple myself to my office chair and write about my most heinous moments to my friends and family and the complete stranger.
Of course some of you are probably wondering where I've been over the last month. Or maybe I think to highly of myself and maybe most of you are relieved that I haven't' been cluttering the Internet with useless ramblings.
Well, since I do think highly of myself, I will give you the top 10 highlights of what myself and my loved ones have been up to since I disappeared from cyberspace over a month ago.
1. I started a new job. It's still at AAAS but I'm in a different program. I'm now managing a fellowship program. It's been awesome so far I'm enjoying myself.
2. We went on a family vacation to Cape Hatteras, NC with my parents. The kids loved the beach and Jason and I learned that if we ever want to seriously end our marriage, all we need to do is get lost for 2 hours and find a divorce attorney hitch-hiker.
3.We've started trying to get more organized and succeeding on some level. My new job is more demanding in it's taking a lot more organization to get out of the door. For those who know me, this is a huge step.
4. I've started teaching High School Sunday School. Insert hysterical laughing here. Given my new business, I've only been available to teach one class so far. But, the one class I taught was fun. I do see some future blog entries on that.
5. Jack is walking. He so tears it up. And he is starting a short vocabulary and is starting to beat up his sister. Pay back is such a bitch.
6. I had my first parent/teacher conference with Ally's teacher, and so far she hasn't been expelled for organized crime, so far so good. It sounds like school Ally should come and live with us....
7. I've started seriously taking an effort in making my house look the way I want. I want a nice house, and have started looking into creative and cheap ways to do that..... I see a few more blog entries on that.
8.I'm still fighting Guillan-Barre and it's been a very difficult process. Just when i think I 'm doing awesome, I have yet another make out session with the sidewalk. Awesome. If only the sidewalk was Eddie Vedder, than I would totally kick gravity out of my life.... But as we know the sidewalk is not Eddie Vedder so wish that gravity would stop messing with me. Once again, more on that topic to come at later time.
9. My best friend Katie moved across the country to Pullman, Washington and I feel like I've lost a limb. It's so sad when you're old and it's still traumatizing when you're friends move away. The good news is I'm taking a solo trip to visit her in November.
10. I've been introduced to The Flight of the Conchords and their lyrics and the show is just pure genius. It's just funny and on days that I want to bang my head against the wall I just need to picture Jermaine and Bret singing and well the world is a better place. Of course Eddie Vedder is holding me as the Conchords sing, but the world is still a better place.
I don't know if the list is any particular order, but that's what's been going on. So now I'm back. And I have no mission but to clutter cyberspace with some more crap.
Of course some of you are probably wondering where I've been over the last month. Or maybe I think to highly of myself and maybe most of you are relieved that I haven't' been cluttering the Internet with useless ramblings.
Well, since I do think highly of myself, I will give you the top 10 highlights of what myself and my loved ones have been up to since I disappeared from cyberspace over a month ago.
1. I started a new job. It's still at AAAS but I'm in a different program. I'm now managing a fellowship program. It's been awesome so far I'm enjoying myself.
2. We went on a family vacation to Cape Hatteras, NC with my parents. The kids loved the beach and Jason and I learned that if we ever want to seriously end our marriage, all we need to do is get lost for 2 hours and find a divorce attorney hitch-hiker.
3.We've started trying to get more organized and succeeding on some level. My new job is more demanding in it's taking a lot more organization to get out of the door. For those who know me, this is a huge step.
4. I've started teaching High School Sunday School. Insert hysterical laughing here. Given my new business, I've only been available to teach one class so far. But, the one class I taught was fun. I do see some future blog entries on that.
5. Jack is walking. He so tears it up. And he is starting a short vocabulary and is starting to beat up his sister. Pay back is such a bitch.
6. I had my first parent/teacher conference with Ally's teacher, and so far she hasn't been expelled for organized crime, so far so good. It sounds like school Ally should come and live with us....
7. I've started seriously taking an effort in making my house look the way I want. I want a nice house, and have started looking into creative and cheap ways to do that..... I see a few more blog entries on that.
8.I'm still fighting Guillan-Barre and it's been a very difficult process. Just when i think I 'm doing awesome, I have yet another make out session with the sidewalk. Awesome. If only the sidewalk was Eddie Vedder, than I would totally kick gravity out of my life.... But as we know the sidewalk is not Eddie Vedder so wish that gravity would stop messing with me. Once again, more on that topic to come at later time.
9. My best friend Katie moved across the country to Pullman, Washington and I feel like I've lost a limb. It's so sad when you're old and it's still traumatizing when you're friends move away. The good news is I'm taking a solo trip to visit her in November.
10. I've been introduced to The Flight of the Conchords and their lyrics and the show is just pure genius. It's just funny and on days that I want to bang my head against the wall I just need to picture Jermaine and Bret singing and well the world is a better place. Of course Eddie Vedder is holding me as the Conchords sing, but the world is still a better place.
I don't know if the list is any particular order, but that's what's been going on. So now I'm back. And I have no mission but to clutter cyberspace with some more crap.
Friday, August 29, 2008
What a Year!
Dear Jack:
Yesterday was August 28th and you my boy, turned one years old. What a year it's been! On your first birthday you awoke at 4 am and I in my sleep induced swagger, stumbled into your room to feed you your bottle. And as I sat there holding your little body in my arms, my mind wondered to where we were a year ago.
One year ago at 4 am on August 28th you were four hours old. Your entry into this world was not an easy one for either of us. You were very content in your the underwater world of the womb and you did not want to leave. You were two weeks late, you put your momma in 2 days of heavy labor and finally you said hello. But those first cries a mother waits to hear, did not escape your lungs, as you my boy were not breathing when you were born. The NICU team did an amazing job of bringing your lungs to life, and after they let me hold you for about 2 seconds they whisked you off to the NICU to put you on a respirator and to do some tests.
Finally at 4 am one year ago, on my way to the post partum unit, they wheeled me into the NICU so I could hold your fragile little body. You were so tiny. I didn't want to let you go. But alas, I had to go, and leaving you was very hard. But I knew you were in good hands. You were only 4 hours old, but you had a large population cheering for you.
Later on that day, you were taken off the respirator because you could breathe on your own. And were moved to another area of the NICU. You had to stay there a week and your father and I were there every day. Leaving you at the end of the day was the toughest part, but I knew it wouldn't be long until you would come home.
You were finally strong enough to come home, and surviving the NICU was nothing to surviving your big sister. She loves you so much, and though sometimes that love is shown by hugging you a little too tight around the neck or throwing toys at your head she really does love you. I spent the first 6 months of your life home with you and than I had to go back to work full time.
Though I don't get as much time with you as I would like, every moment with you Jack is amazing. You are growing up to be one funny little boy.
You have the biggest 4 teeth smile and the curliest brown hair. I can test how humid a day is by the curliness of your hair. You love music. Any kind of music, you smile, laugh and clap. Though as of late Pearl Jam appears to be your fave. Perhaps you will grow up and rock some awesome tunes on a guitar.
You also love to eat. I have yet to find a food you don't' like.
You my little boy have grown up very, very fast. You have smile that is contagious.
You've started walking and everything is an adventure. And there are so many other adventures awaiting you.
I look forward to getting to know you more. I love you Jack!
Mama
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
To Future Appointments With The Principal
As noted in my previous blog entry yesterday was Ally's first day of school. I picked her up with out incident and heard all about her new friends, her nice teacher and the eternal bounty of crayons.
That evening after dinner however I got a glimpse into the academic future of my child. If not stimulated, the teacher better watch out. Ally is a mastermind.
After drinking her milk, Ally held the plastic cup up to her mouth, and began imitating the principal talking on the intercom "STUDENTS! STUDENTS! GET TO YOUR CLASS" and than began laughing mercilessly. "MAMA, CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT MAN TALKS LIKE THAT" and than again began the routine.
Though I'm her mother, and claim that my child is very ahead of the curve. I couldn't believe my 3 year old was already making fun of the principal. I totally had to give her props.
And than I began practicing reciting my speeches to the principal. I may want to have a few on hand.....
That evening after dinner however I got a glimpse into the academic future of my child. If not stimulated, the teacher better watch out. Ally is a mastermind.
After drinking her milk, Ally held the plastic cup up to her mouth, and began imitating the principal talking on the intercom "STUDENTS! STUDENTS! GET TO YOUR CLASS" and than began laughing mercilessly. "MAMA, CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT MAN TALKS LIKE THAT" and than again began the routine.
Though I'm her mother, and claim that my child is very ahead of the curve. I couldn't believe my 3 year old was already making fun of the principal. I totally had to give her props.
And than I began practicing reciting my speeches to the principal. I may want to have a few on hand.....
Monday, August 25, 2008
Separation Anxeity
Dear Ally:
Today was your first day of pre-school. We have spent much time preparing for it. Telling you all about all the new friends you're going to meet, going and getting your new school supplies- everything pink. A pink Hello Kitty Backpack, a pink princess lunch box and of course pink sequined shoes. We had to jazz up your uniform a little bit, as you do shine so bright.
I took the day off for this momentous occasion. Yesterday we laid your uniform out, labeled everything you own with a sharpie, baked cookies and packed your lunch. We were all set.
You woke up this morning with much energy and excitement on putting on your new uniform and pink sparkly shoes. We packed your back pack, loaded your brother into the stroller and began the 5 block journey.
The cafeteria was insanity with over 200 excited kids and anxious parents. You held on to my hand and kept looking up at me with those giant eyes full of fear and excitement. Finally they called your class and we went up to meet your teacher, you kept asking me "Are you going to stay?" I told you I would as long as I could. We all marched to your classroom where we hung up your back pack and you had to pick a letter to sit on. I placed you next to a girl named Ella, her mother and I were in the same birthing class when we were pregnant with you and her, and her mother and I decided that you should be letter friends. You and Ella gripped hands as though you've been best friends forever.
Your teacher seemed very nice as she explained the day, and told all of us that there would be tears and that it would all be okay. You kept looking back at me to make sure I was still there.
It was now time for your class to line up and go to art class. The parents followed and at a certain point, there were double doors that your class went through, but the parents just stopped and watched as you all were led on. You were crying and the teacher had to pick you up. I wanted to go to you, hold you and tell you it was all going to be okay, but I knew this was an adventure, the first of many, that you had to do on your own.
I cried on the way home. Not because I just left you in the hands of complete strangers I'm entrusting to teach you not only the alphabet, but life skills. I cried because, you my amazing girl, are growing up. You don't need me in the same ways you once did. And though infancy was a huge challenge for both of us, I shudder at the new challenges that are being set before us. Did I buy you the right back pack? Should I have packed you one more piece of fruit? Did I give you the right skills to stand up for yourself?
This is just the beginning of many questions I'll ask in the raising of you. There are so many things I wish for you, but the main thing I wish for you is to be happy.
So my beautiful girl, I will sit in anxiety for the next 6 hours until I pick you up and hear about your day.
I love you Allison Rose, and am so proud of you for so many reasons.
Love,
Your Mama
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Hot Mama
So it's been an interesting week since my last post. I'm beginning to think that getting over the disappointment of not meeting The Vedder has done something to my body making me send out some very powerful pheromones.... Perhaps it was fate we did not meet, perhaps Eddie could not have handled my hotness.
Now I suppose my one reader, or maybe two your wondering what on earth could II be referring too. Well in the past week, I've been one one date- and not w. my husband-, had at least 3 people tell me I was hot, and had one woman at the playground I had Jack's birthday party at tell me I was "sexy". Yes, all of the above statements are true, and as I write, yes I'm sober.
The week started when and old friend I've recently regained contact told me that I was the only person he knew that wore their inside beauty on the outside. The quote was: "I'm not sure you could hide your inner beauty if you tried. It's infectious.
People feel instantly loved by you, in a completely non-threatening way, so they can't help but love you back. It's almost reflexive."
I've never been so honored in my life. And the more I thought about it. The more I realized it was true. So maybe this sparked the confidence I've been needing to make me more comfortable in my own skin for the others to view me as the hot mama I am.
The week continued on with dinner with a someone I helped out a lot this summer. We had a delicious dinner and excellent conversation. Not wanting the fun to end we continued on to my hang out for bar trivia. We lost, but not before he told me I was hot and that I had nice legs. Upon returning home, I realized that I had just gone on a date. And as far as first dates go, it was one of my better ones. My husband is a saint for putting up with my shenanigans! And for allowing me to date..
The topper was on Saturday when I was at the park setting up for Jack's birthday party when a woman came over to help me. We were talking when she started looking me up and down and told me I was sexy. Though honored by her come on, I'm not really sure how of the etiquette of being hit on by other moms at the playground. Given my recent experiences, I may want to look into it. Perhaps that's my next project.
Given everything I've been through this summer with dealing with my new body, these compliments were welcomed. They were just what I needed to help me cope.
Now with all this flattery laid before me, I hope to handle it all responsibly. I'm now at Hot Mama status. Insert cougar growl here....
Monday, August 18, 2008
Pure Joy and Bittersweetness
So last night was the long awaited Eddie Vedder show. And it did not dissapoint and lived up to all of my excpecations. And made me want more.
The moment was also much wanted as I 've been home alone with Jack all weekend, Jason and Ally have gone to Texas. Jason escorted her down there so she could spend the week with her grandparents. He's back tonight and Ally comes back on Friday. Jack is teething and has an ear infection so he's been a little grumpy. My fabulous friends Robb and Erin babysat him while I went and spent 3 hours in pure bliss.
I saw Pearl Jam in June and that was amazing. But last nights gathering at the Warner Theatre was so intimate and wonderful. It was like he was playing in my living room. Every song was amazing and as his voice belted through the theatre, I felt like he was ravishing me with every chord.
My friends Suzanne and Sarah and I grasped hands during almost the whole show as we were at the end of our seats. We clung to every note and every word as he spoke.
He preformed every song off the Into the Wild Soundtrack and did a few Beatles and other covers. And I soaked in every moment. I almost lost it though when he sang "Throw Your Arms Around Me" one of my favorites. " I'll kiss you in 195 different places.." Oh Eddie, kiss me. I'm pretty sure I left nail marks on the wooden balcony that was in front of me.
After the show, being the groupies we are- ha ha- we went to the back of the Warner Theatre and waited with about 25 other people for him to emerge. At midnight I had to leave to come home to Jack. But my friends stayed and at 2 AM The Vedder emerged, and talked to the group and than shook every one's hands. My friends say he was so nice and I love hearing the stories, as I'm living vicariously through them. Ah, being a responsible grown up is no fun sometimes.
But someday, I'll get to meet him in person and thank him for being here and bringing such amazing music into our souls. Thank you Eddie, Thank you. Until I can thank you in person.
Photos courtesy of Suzanne. First one is me and Sarah outside of the Warner Theatre before the show. Second and third is a photo Suzanne took when he came out to meet everyone. Oh I'm so going to have my chance!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Keen Style
This represents an average evening in the Dorazio-Sanders Household. It's called Ally finds many pieces of random clothing and tries to put them all on at once.
This fine oufit is brought to you by a baby tie died shirt that hasn't fit her since she was about 11 months old, a bathing suit from last summer that is also too small, pants from this season, and what outfit is not complete without a tiara AND a magic wand. I mean serioulsy guys, please don't tell me you leave home with out the last 2 items- that is a fashion sin!
While wearing this particular outfit, Ally danced around screaming Avril Lavigne "Hey!Hey!Hey! I don't like your girlfriend! I think you need a new one" and telling me she wanted to go on a vacation in Miami. Something tells me.she'd almost blend in wearing this ansamble.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Feeling Around in The Dark
So my healing from Guillan-Barre continues.....
I went to the neurologist a few weeks ago and he says I have a long way to go, but I'm healing nicely. He checked my reflexes and well, they are pretty much gone and not coming back. They were never cat-like to begin with, so if I'm going to be a super hero, I'm probably going to have the super power of invisibility.
I've also started Physical Therapy last week. With most PT patients the slogan is "No Pain, No Gain." Not so much in my case... The PT said with GBS patients you can't push us to far or more damage will be caused. In PT right now we're focusing on strenghtnng my core being my legs like to give out when I'm walking so I can rely on my core for support rather than my weak legs. Other exercises for the week are leg massage- to get my body used to touch again as my nerve endings are in constant pain and any stimulation to them hurts. I'll be going to PT twice a week for awhile.
Yesterday was my firts Occupational Therapy appointment, and well my manual dexterity, feeling and strength is pretty much non-existent. She did some tests yesterday to see where I was and well we have a long way to go. She did a test to see how much weight I could handle, I had to squeeze the handle of this instrument. The average score for a person my age is 60 pounds, I could only handle 14 pounds. So getting into fights with old people at this point is not a good idea. Other tests for my hands skills were to dig in a bowl of rice for various objects- pennies, paper clips- for 5 minutes blindfolded. Well, my right had could find 3 and my left had could fine 1. The OT seems to think that we'll be able to save my hands somewhat, but we are defiantly working on a timeline. So I was sent home w. more exercises. I'll also have OT twice a week.
On top of learning to use my body again, my biggest complaint is the fatigue. I'm so tired it hurts to move. I'm not use to having such low energy, and I'm so tired it hurts. I believe I could sleep anywhere these days.
I'm also still in a lot pain. The doctor said he could prescribe me some meds, but they have some strong side effects. I'd rather trudge through, than have any more to deal with.
Our niece left on Saturday after being here for 2 weeks and that was glorious! Having extra hands at night to help with the kids and dinner was marvelous. She even watched the kids when I need to rest for a few which was more than welcomed. Now she's gone and it's back to balancing it all.
I'm hoping to go back to more frequent entries in my blog, as I'm learning I have an audience. The last few weeks have been crazy, but things are calming down as much as they can and I hope to amuse you all with more amusing tales.
I went to the neurologist a few weeks ago and he says I have a long way to go, but I'm healing nicely. He checked my reflexes and well, they are pretty much gone and not coming back. They were never cat-like to begin with, so if I'm going to be a super hero, I'm probably going to have the super power of invisibility.
I've also started Physical Therapy last week. With most PT patients the slogan is "No Pain, No Gain." Not so much in my case... The PT said with GBS patients you can't push us to far or more damage will be caused. In PT right now we're focusing on strenghtnng my core being my legs like to give out when I'm walking so I can rely on my core for support rather than my weak legs. Other exercises for the week are leg massage- to get my body used to touch again as my nerve endings are in constant pain and any stimulation to them hurts. I'll be going to PT twice a week for awhile.
Yesterday was my firts Occupational Therapy appointment, and well my manual dexterity, feeling and strength is pretty much non-existent. She did some tests yesterday to see where I was and well we have a long way to go. She did a test to see how much weight I could handle, I had to squeeze the handle of this instrument. The average score for a person my age is 60 pounds, I could only handle 14 pounds. So getting into fights with old people at this point is not a good idea. Other tests for my hands skills were to dig in a bowl of rice for various objects- pennies, paper clips- for 5 minutes blindfolded. Well, my right had could find 3 and my left had could fine 1. The OT seems to think that we'll be able to save my hands somewhat, but we are defiantly working on a timeline. So I was sent home w. more exercises. I'll also have OT twice a week.
On top of learning to use my body again, my biggest complaint is the fatigue. I'm so tired it hurts to move. I'm not use to having such low energy, and I'm so tired it hurts. I believe I could sleep anywhere these days.
I'm also still in a lot pain. The doctor said he could prescribe me some meds, but they have some strong side effects. I'd rather trudge through, than have any more to deal with.
Our niece left on Saturday after being here for 2 weeks and that was glorious! Having extra hands at night to help with the kids and dinner was marvelous. She even watched the kids when I need to rest for a few which was more than welcomed. Now she's gone and it's back to balancing it all.
I'm hoping to go back to more frequent entries in my blog, as I'm learning I have an audience. The last few weeks have been crazy, but things are calming down as much as they can and I hope to amuse you all with more amusing tales.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
The Wierd Leading the Wierd
I'm weird. I blame this on my parents. The path to me being a weird an unique individual was set for me in the first grade when I innocently asked for a pair of Jordache jeans- yes I come from a time when Jordache was fashionable- because all the other girls in my class had a pair. My mother told me no because people like you for who are, not for what you wear. Thus as 6 year old not wearing Jordache jeans I was to charm the folks with my fabulous personality. Thus being the catalyst for me being weird.
This no Jordache Jean has led me to a life of bizarreness. I choose my pizza topics based on weather that day I think they may be having a personality conflict. I wear combinations that may not really be worn together. I have a very strange sense of humor and for that sometimes even have a hard time getting myself.
Now, as a grown up being weird and a true eclectic individual has carved me an interesting path. One being that I somehow have found the other kids in the class whose parents also did not allow them to wear Jordache Jeans. And together we have created our own little weird Utopian society. No Jordache Jeans allowed.
I've talked of these people before and everyday I realize how destined we all were to find each other. Even when I may not get my sense of humor, they do.
And on Saturday this became clear as had our First Annual ArgoCrew family reunion. It was the weird being reunited with the weird. We had egg tosses and it was perfectly normal that adults were tossing around eggs. We had three legged races and it was okay that professional adults were using bondage as a sort of entertainment. We laughed and talked of topics that made no sense to anyone but us.
And I look at my Ally and Jack. Because my parents, their grandparents were the catalyst of them having weird mother, hence weird "Aunts" and "Uncles". Are they too destined for weirdness?
I'm considered strange by many of Ally's friends parents for not allowing her to watch Television. And this has been a catalyst for creativity and a grand imagination. Duster, the tofu eating pink dog-cat who emails his friend the possum came into our lives due to this weirdness. Jack's weirdness has not been tested yet.
So if awesome friends, creative children and a pet duster are what I get for not being able to wear Jordache jeans, maybe being weird isn't so bad.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Gravity, You Got Served
This Guillan-Barre thing has been quite a ride. A few weeks ago I could feel my body failing me and now I can feel my body getting stronger. It's so bizarre.
I haven't fallen in over a week so that's quite a bit of improvement. Gravity hasn't been taking me down, and I have to say I kind of miss the Hello Kitty band-aids adorning my knees. I'm feeling tattoo.
My legs are still weak. Though I can feel a big difference compared to a few weeks ago, stairs are still a little difficult. It takes me a little while but with every step I feel some strength coming back. I'm keeping my fingers crossed about my big race in October. I'm feeling a little hopeful. We'll see.
Oddly, even without my running, yoga and pilates, I've still managed to lose 6 pounds. I'm not complaining, but I' a little flabbergasted. I may have the makings of a new diet plan. Making out with the sidewalk at least once a week is amazing for a shrinking waist line!
My arms are still weak, holding the giant baby Jack can be pretty painful. But his little chubbiness is worth every minute. My manual dexterity comes and goes. It seems to be worse in the morning. Sometimes I drop my spoon because I can't hold it. And forget opening a yogurt container. Hell right now for me would be me trapped on a desert island with nothing to eat but yogurt with really tight aluminum lids. I guess another secret in the Guillan-Barre weight loss program.
My niece comes on Saturday to help us out. I'm really looking forward to having her assistance, as I start Physical and Occupational Therapy soon and will be able to focus on getting better.
Well, that's the Guillan-Barre update for this week and how I served Gravity.
I haven't fallen in over a week so that's quite a bit of improvement. Gravity hasn't been taking me down, and I have to say I kind of miss the Hello Kitty band-aids adorning my knees. I'm feeling tattoo.
My legs are still weak. Though I can feel a big difference compared to a few weeks ago, stairs are still a little difficult. It takes me a little while but with every step I feel some strength coming back. I'm keeping my fingers crossed about my big race in October. I'm feeling a little hopeful. We'll see.
Oddly, even without my running, yoga and pilates, I've still managed to lose 6 pounds. I'm not complaining, but I' a little flabbergasted. I may have the makings of a new diet plan. Making out with the sidewalk at least once a week is amazing for a shrinking waist line!
My arms are still weak, holding the giant baby Jack can be pretty painful. But his little chubbiness is worth every minute. My manual dexterity comes and goes. It seems to be worse in the morning. Sometimes I drop my spoon because I can't hold it. And forget opening a yogurt container. Hell right now for me would be me trapped on a desert island with nothing to eat but yogurt with really tight aluminum lids. I guess another secret in the Guillan-Barre weight loss program.
My niece comes on Saturday to help us out. I'm really looking forward to having her assistance, as I start Physical and Occupational Therapy soon and will be able to focus on getting better.
Well, that's the Guillan-Barre update for this week and how I served Gravity.
Big Underwear
A discussion had in the wee early mornings.
Ally: I'm growing taller and taller and when I get big you're going to have to share your underwear.
Me: I am?
Ally: Yes you have to share.
Me: You really want to wear my underwear?
Ally: Yes. And I grew last night so I'm going to have to wear your underwear today.
Me: But you're underwear are cuter.
Ally: I want to wear your blue underwear.
Me: My blue underwear?
She shakes her head yes. I stumble to my underwear drawer and pull out a GIANT blue pair. She takes off her properly fitting Elmo ones and offers them to me to wear. I put them on my head. She laughs and puts on the GIANT blue panties. They of course fall off her little body. But the little fashion engineer she is she puts her arms through the legs so that the sides are resting on her shoulder so she looks like a little Borat.
Ally: They Fit! I grew!
And she runs down the stairs for breakfast. I decide to let her father talk her into more sensible underwear.
Or try and shrink this pair.....
Ally: I'm growing taller and taller and when I get big you're going to have to share your underwear.
Me: I am?
Ally: Yes you have to share.
Me: You really want to wear my underwear?
Ally: Yes. And I grew last night so I'm going to have to wear your underwear today.
Me: But you're underwear are cuter.
Ally: I want to wear your blue underwear.
Me: My blue underwear?
She shakes her head yes. I stumble to my underwear drawer and pull out a GIANT blue pair. She takes off her properly fitting Elmo ones and offers them to me to wear. I put them on my head. She laughs and puts on the GIANT blue panties. They of course fall off her little body. But the little fashion engineer she is she puts her arms through the legs so that the sides are resting on her shoulder so she looks like a little Borat.
Ally: They Fit! I grew!
And she runs down the stairs for breakfast. I decide to let her father talk her into more sensible underwear.
Or try and shrink this pair.....
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Reflections Of My 12 Year Old Self
It's 1988, my best friend and I have gotten permission from our parents to attend the New Kids On The Block concert. We have their credit cards in our hands, we can barely breathe as we wait in line to score a shot of scoping out Jordan or Donny or Jonathan or Joey or Danny. Because as we both know they are so going to see us, our faces our going to stand out among the millions and millions of screaming tweens and they are going to want us. There going to invite us backstage to drink kool-aid and eat oreos because we are the coolest. It's me, my best friend and NKTOB for evah.
Alas, we get to the glass with a giant sign: SOLD OUT!
And our dreams our crushed.
I discovered a few weeks ago, that though music tastes change, I'm still a 12 year old girl. I'm now a punk, rock and roll 12 year old girl with a wine mustache. Screw the kool-aid.
My friend who was at the AMAZING Pearl Jam concert with me a few weeks ago made the discovery that EDDIE FREAKING VEDDER was coming to DC in August to do a solo show. We than plotted our scheme for securing tickets. We would come together at 10 am, she would troll the EVIL ticketmaster online and I would stalk them by phone.
We would be hearing his sweet, melancholy, beautiful baritone voice. We were determined and fearless. We would take on evel Ticketmaster and we would win.
10 am comes she logs on, I dial. I now hear ticketmaster telling me to be calm and patient as a representative would be with me shortly. Lady I don't want shortly, I want NOW, you know who Eddie Vedder is right? And he's coming to DC twice in one summer because he loves me and my friend. Because he saw us all the way from afar at the PJ show in June, and now wants us closer.
My friend is now refreshing and refreshing the computer as no seats become available.(I HATE YOU TICKETBROKERS)
At 10:15 a representative tells me the show is sold out.
WHAT! We begin to sob in hystercis as our dreams of running off with The Vedder are crushed by an 18 year old phone operator who has no idea who he is.
Wait what is that sunlight- another friend tells us to walk to the theatre where he is preforming and sometimes they have extra tickets.
We look at each other and run the 3 blocks to the theatre. Well my friend runs, I do my new duck wierd run/walk thing and pray I stay upright. Falling means lost time. No time! No time!
Tired, worn and emotionality drained, we look at the lady through the glass.
"Can I help you?"
If you value your life ticket lady you'd better be able to help us.
"Do you happen to have any Eddie Vedder tickets available"
She types at her computer. Seconds turn into hours, hours become days, I'm freebasing Xanax at this point. Something my 12 year old self would have found very beneficial.
"I do" she says.
"WE LOVE YOU TICKET LADY!!!"
She hands our tickets, which are now being stored in temperature controlled golden vault at the bottom of Fort Knox.
My 32 year old self had more luck. We're coming Danny, Donnie, Jordan, Jonathan, Joey. I mean Eddie.
And my 12 year old self cried in victory. Victourious we had gotten tickets. And victorioius we had for once won over Ticketmaster. We got our tickets the Vedder way.
Alas, we get to the glass with a giant sign: SOLD OUT!
And our dreams our crushed.
I discovered a few weeks ago, that though music tastes change, I'm still a 12 year old girl. I'm now a punk, rock and roll 12 year old girl with a wine mustache. Screw the kool-aid.
My friend who was at the AMAZING Pearl Jam concert with me a few weeks ago made the discovery that EDDIE FREAKING VEDDER was coming to DC in August to do a solo show. We than plotted our scheme for securing tickets. We would come together at 10 am, she would troll the EVIL ticketmaster online and I would stalk them by phone.
We would be hearing his sweet, melancholy, beautiful baritone voice. We were determined and fearless. We would take on evel Ticketmaster and we would win.
10 am comes she logs on, I dial. I now hear ticketmaster telling me to be calm and patient as a representative would be with me shortly. Lady I don't want shortly, I want NOW, you know who Eddie Vedder is right? And he's coming to DC twice in one summer because he loves me and my friend. Because he saw us all the way from afar at the PJ show in June, and now wants us closer.
My friend is now refreshing and refreshing the computer as no seats become available.(I HATE YOU TICKETBROKERS)
At 10:15 a representative tells me the show is sold out.
WHAT! We begin to sob in hystercis as our dreams of running off with The Vedder are crushed by an 18 year old phone operator who has no idea who he is.
Wait what is that sunlight- another friend tells us to walk to the theatre where he is preforming and sometimes they have extra tickets.
We look at each other and run the 3 blocks to the theatre. Well my friend runs, I do my new duck wierd run/walk thing and pray I stay upright. Falling means lost time. No time! No time!
Tired, worn and emotionality drained, we look at the lady through the glass.
"Can I help you?"
If you value your life ticket lady you'd better be able to help us.
"Do you happen to have any Eddie Vedder tickets available"
She types at her computer. Seconds turn into hours, hours become days, I'm freebasing Xanax at this point. Something my 12 year old self would have found very beneficial.
"I do" she says.
"WE LOVE YOU TICKET LADY!!!"
She hands our tickets, which are now being stored in temperature controlled golden vault at the bottom of Fort Knox.
My 32 year old self had more luck. We're coming Danny, Donnie, Jordan, Jonathan, Joey. I mean Eddie.
And my 12 year old self cried in victory. Victourious we had gotten tickets. And victorioius we had for once won over Ticketmaster. We got our tickets the Vedder way.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Now That's Poopy
The last few days in our house have been chaos. Not that unusual for any household with a pre-schooler and an almost toddler. What has made our last few days crazy is poop. Lots and lots of poop.
Ally's digestive system can be on the sensitive side. And our weekend eating habits were less than gastro friendly. On Saturday night we went to a barbecue at a friends house were her Argentinian husband cooked as only Argentinian can. He cooked lots and lots of meat. One word- Meatgasm. It was awesome, but as we don't eat a lot of meat in our house all of our belly's were a little woozy.
We followed that up on Sunday with lunch at Long John Silvers. Which is really rough on my non-holding gallbladder body. It didn't do too well on Ally either as she spent the rest of Sunday running to the potty screaming "I NEED TO POOOOOOOOOP".
Monday morning was greeted with changing her underwear twice before I left for work and her screaming her new word of the month " I HAVE DIARRHEA!" and than made song up about it. "DIARRHEA IS IN MY BUUUUUTTTTTTTTT!" I 'm feeling Grammy Nomination.
Oh and did I mention that during all of this pooping- the toilet broke? Oh yhea, toilet wouldn't flush. Can we say AHHHHHHHSOME!
Jason stayed home with her on Monday, as we feared a phone call from the school and dehydration. They had a fun day of fixing the toilet and napping.
We thought she was better, but Tuesday morning was followed up me changing her underwear 3 times before leaving for work. And another song about diarrhea. And another day home with dad this time going to the hardware store that gives her toys and her dad buying her "sfrinkle" donuts.
We went to friends house for dinner last night where Ally felt the need to share her ailment by screaming at dinner "I HAVE DIARRHEA!" That's always good dinner party conversation.
Everything seemed fine this morning and when I shared the bad news that her butt was fine and that there would be no day of donut eating and playgrounding, she of course had a meltdown. "I WANT MY DIARRHEA BACK!" was well the obvious response.
My response was "someday".
Ally's digestive system can be on the sensitive side. And our weekend eating habits were less than gastro friendly. On Saturday night we went to a barbecue at a friends house were her Argentinian husband cooked as only Argentinian can. He cooked lots and lots of meat. One word- Meatgasm. It was awesome, but as we don't eat a lot of meat in our house all of our belly's were a little woozy.
We followed that up on Sunday with lunch at Long John Silvers. Which is really rough on my non-holding gallbladder body. It didn't do too well on Ally either as she spent the rest of Sunday running to the potty screaming "I NEED TO POOOOOOOOOP".
Monday morning was greeted with changing her underwear twice before I left for work and her screaming her new word of the month " I HAVE DIARRHEA!" and than made song up about it. "DIARRHEA IS IN MY BUUUUUTTTTTTTTT!" I 'm feeling Grammy Nomination.
Oh and did I mention that during all of this pooping- the toilet broke? Oh yhea, toilet wouldn't flush. Can we say AHHHHHHHSOME!
Jason stayed home with her on Monday, as we feared a phone call from the school and dehydration. They had a fun day of fixing the toilet and napping.
We thought she was better, but Tuesday morning was followed up me changing her underwear 3 times before leaving for work. And another song about diarrhea. And another day home with dad this time going to the hardware store that gives her toys and her dad buying her "sfrinkle" donuts.
We went to friends house for dinner last night where Ally felt the need to share her ailment by screaming at dinner "I HAVE DIARRHEA!" That's always good dinner party conversation.
Everything seemed fine this morning and when I shared the bad news that her butt was fine and that there would be no day of donut eating and playgrounding, she of course had a meltdown. "I WANT MY DIARRHEA BACK!" was well the obvious response.
My response was "someday".
Monday, July 14, 2008
Films About Ghosts
As my cleaning project continued this weekend, I developed a greater appreciation for digital photos as I muddled through boxes and boxes and boxes of photos. And as I looked at each photo, lifetimes flashed behind me.
I found photos of my former self as a little girl wearing a mask scaring my little brother. Photos of my keen fashion sense as a tween. Neon colored fruit pants and striped shirts w. jelly shoes is really a trend that has yet to hit the market. Photos of our childhood summers spent at the beach as we built castles and pulled practical jokes on each other. My former girl self. Free and careless.
And than of course the college photos. Many taken with too much alcohol involved. Many taken with the hopes none of us will be running for public office in the near future. However, I could become a wealthy woman due to blackmail should that happen. Photos of us in costumes,and no it's not Halloween, playing croquet at midnight.
Photos of road trips. Jason and I have driven across this country probably about a dozen times. We have photos of the largest ball of twine, Gus the Dog in New Orleans in front of Cafe Du Monde before he ate a benet and took a giant dump in the French Quarter. Photos of lighthouses from every coast.
All sorts of photos of my various adventures. Lakes in Minnesota in the early morning light with the mist dancing off the tops. Tops of Mountains in Alaska reached only by taking 3 days to backpack to the top and than dancing in the snow in the middle of August. Distant Mayan ruins in Mexico where the monkeys chattered chooed and we swam in the forbidden pools in the rain forest.
Photos of friends and family who have gone too soon. My grandpa's, Jason's Grandpa's, our dear friend Mr. Breen. Friends that I've lost touch with but miss dearly.
Yet, as I muddled through the piles and boxes of photos and the 1/2 dozen photo albums I have bought to store them in, I realized that as nice as digital photography is, sitting at the computer and searching various files looking at photos doesn't have the same feeling of nostalgia.
I took the photos and diligently placed them back into their various shoe boxes, and the ghosts smiled back at me knowing that it wouldn't be long until I was back.
I may have some printing and shoe shopping to do.
(I owe the title of this post to a line from the Counting Crow'song- Mrs. Potters Lullaby- not my own creative psyche.)
I found photos of my former self as a little girl wearing a mask scaring my little brother. Photos of my keen fashion sense as a tween. Neon colored fruit pants and striped shirts w. jelly shoes is really a trend that has yet to hit the market. Photos of our childhood summers spent at the beach as we built castles and pulled practical jokes on each other. My former girl self. Free and careless.
And than of course the college photos. Many taken with too much alcohol involved. Many taken with the hopes none of us will be running for public office in the near future. However, I could become a wealthy woman due to blackmail should that happen. Photos of us in costumes,and no it's not Halloween, playing croquet at midnight.
Photos of road trips. Jason and I have driven across this country probably about a dozen times. We have photos of the largest ball of twine, Gus the Dog in New Orleans in front of Cafe Du Monde before he ate a benet and took a giant dump in the French Quarter. Photos of lighthouses from every coast.
All sorts of photos of my various adventures. Lakes in Minnesota in the early morning light with the mist dancing off the tops. Tops of Mountains in Alaska reached only by taking 3 days to backpack to the top and than dancing in the snow in the middle of August. Distant Mayan ruins in Mexico where the monkeys chattered chooed and we swam in the forbidden pools in the rain forest.
Photos of friends and family who have gone too soon. My grandpa's, Jason's Grandpa's, our dear friend Mr. Breen. Friends that I've lost touch with but miss dearly.
Yet, as I muddled through the piles and boxes of photos and the 1/2 dozen photo albums I have bought to store them in, I realized that as nice as digital photography is, sitting at the computer and searching various files looking at photos doesn't have the same feeling of nostalgia.
I took the photos and diligently placed them back into their various shoe boxes, and the ghosts smiled back at me knowing that it wouldn't be long until I was back.
I may have some printing and shoe shopping to do.
(I owe the title of this post to a line from the Counting Crow'song- Mrs. Potters Lullaby- not my own creative psyche.)
Friday, July 11, 2008
Random Ramblings
My mind has just been reeling the last few days. I feel like I've been on a 3 day heroin binge and am now just coming out it. Woah!
My decluttering project is coming along nicely. The guest bed is piled 20 garbage bags high awaiting the coming of the Salvation Army tomorrow. All is left to do is to organize some of the stuff that is in there, and give it a good cleaning. Oh and an IKEA Trip. What better way to celebrate the clearing out of stuff but by buying new stuff?
I have to say the feeling I'm having of accomplishing the decluttering project is quite freeing and I look forward to throwing out more crap.
On other fronts, my body is beginning the slow process of healing on it's own. I still walk like a duck and feel like I could fall asleep anywhere, the exhaustion is well exhausting. It's funny starting to get some feeling back in my limbs after not having it so long. My muscles feel very sensitive right now. And gravity is still not my friend. This morning I was bending down to get Ally a shirt out of a drawer and I sneezed. Well the sneeze caused my muscles to tense and feel like 10,000 needles were in them and I fell right over. Ally was very confused by this. One minute I'm upright, the next I'm like a domino on the ground. I just told her that gravity is always pulling us down.
I don't start Physical Therapy for 4 more weeks. I still can't believe that's the earliest appointment I could get. But it is what it is, and in the mean time I'm hoping to remain up right.
The hardest part is caring for 2 kids and house with limited mobility. My saving grace the last week has been a kiddie pool and a toy kitchen my mom bought the kids last weekend. At first I thought she was nuts when she purchased this GIANT toy kitchen that I was going to have to tie on to the top of my car, along with a kayak, but it's been awesome. And she got a deal on it. The kitchen is living on our back patio until a time to be determined.
When I pick up the kids I'm alone with them for about 2 hours until Jason comes home. Not normally a big deal, but when you can't button your own shirt, taking care of someone else becomes very difficult. Esp. when they can't button their own shirts either.
It's been a zillion degrees so as soon as we come home the pool goes up and the splash time begins. This keeps them entertained for about an hour and keeps me sane for about 15 minutes. Jack loves splashing and crawling around. Ally loves incorporating her cooking skills in with the water. Last night she made Jack Unicorn Stew. I asked her where she got the Unicorn and I was told by a magical fairy that lives in the oven of her kitchen.
My mom got some deal.
My decluttering project is coming along nicely. The guest bed is piled 20 garbage bags high awaiting the coming of the Salvation Army tomorrow. All is left to do is to organize some of the stuff that is in there, and give it a good cleaning. Oh and an IKEA Trip. What better way to celebrate the clearing out of stuff but by buying new stuff?
I have to say the feeling I'm having of accomplishing the decluttering project is quite freeing and I look forward to throwing out more crap.
On other fronts, my body is beginning the slow process of healing on it's own. I still walk like a duck and feel like I could fall asleep anywhere, the exhaustion is well exhausting. It's funny starting to get some feeling back in my limbs after not having it so long. My muscles feel very sensitive right now. And gravity is still not my friend. This morning I was bending down to get Ally a shirt out of a drawer and I sneezed. Well the sneeze caused my muscles to tense and feel like 10,000 needles were in them and I fell right over. Ally was very confused by this. One minute I'm upright, the next I'm like a domino on the ground. I just told her that gravity is always pulling us down.
I don't start Physical Therapy for 4 more weeks. I still can't believe that's the earliest appointment I could get. But it is what it is, and in the mean time I'm hoping to remain up right.
The hardest part is caring for 2 kids and house with limited mobility. My saving grace the last week has been a kiddie pool and a toy kitchen my mom bought the kids last weekend. At first I thought she was nuts when she purchased this GIANT toy kitchen that I was going to have to tie on to the top of my car, along with a kayak, but it's been awesome. And she got a deal on it. The kitchen is living on our back patio until a time to be determined.
When I pick up the kids I'm alone with them for about 2 hours until Jason comes home. Not normally a big deal, but when you can't button your own shirt, taking care of someone else becomes very difficult. Esp. when they can't button their own shirts either.
It's been a zillion degrees so as soon as we come home the pool goes up and the splash time begins. This keeps them entertained for about an hour and keeps me sane for about 15 minutes. Jack loves splashing and crawling around. Ally loves incorporating her cooking skills in with the water. Last night she made Jack Unicorn Stew. I asked her where she got the Unicorn and I was told by a magical fairy that lives in the oven of her kitchen.
My mom got some deal.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Catharsis
So I've begun my journey of getting rid of my clutter. And it is AHHHHSOME! I almost peed myself with glee tonight as I went into the guest room armed with garbage bags and started throwing crap into them.
Our guest room where some would say a guest may sleep has become the cemetary for useless crap like old baby stuff, clothes we will never where again and the computer carcasses that Jason has ripped apart.
Our niece is coming to stay with us in couple of weeks to help us out while I get better and I would hate for her to sleep in a closet. So tonight, I attacked that room like Rocky Balboa on a mission. Oh yhea, I made that room my bitch.
So, now the guest bed is piled high with about 15 bags of useless crap, that hopefully someone will find useful. My guardian angel, Susan, is helping me tackle this debacle. She arranged for a Salvation Army pick up on Saturday, which is one reason it's all going so quickly. Which I'm thankful for the kick in the pants.
I feel great today about what I accomplished last night. I feel awesome about the clutter I'm about to get rid of and how awesome it's all going to be. I'm making an Ikea trip this weekend to get some cute curtains and other items to beautify the room.
This decluttering thing and I may get along just fine. But as my body is still healing and is now in pain, I may have get along with decluttering while freebasing ibrofroren......
Our guest room where some would say a guest may sleep has become the cemetary for useless crap like old baby stuff, clothes we will never where again and the computer carcasses that Jason has ripped apart.
Our niece is coming to stay with us in couple of weeks to help us out while I get better and I would hate for her to sleep in a closet. So tonight, I attacked that room like Rocky Balboa on a mission. Oh yhea, I made that room my bitch.
So, now the guest bed is piled high with about 15 bags of useless crap, that hopefully someone will find useful. My guardian angel, Susan, is helping me tackle this debacle. She arranged for a Salvation Army pick up on Saturday, which is one reason it's all going so quickly. Which I'm thankful for the kick in the pants.
I feel great today about what I accomplished last night. I feel awesome about the clutter I'm about to get rid of and how awesome it's all going to be. I'm making an Ikea trip this weekend to get some cute curtains and other items to beautify the room.
This decluttering thing and I may get along just fine. But as my body is still healing and is now in pain, I may have get along with decluttering while freebasing ibrofroren......
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Long Road
I had another doctor's appointment today. He said I looked better than last week. I feel about the same, but I'll take his word for it. He also said we are out of the woods as far as monitoring me to see if my condition worsens and that now we're on the road to recovery. He said that road can take 6 months to a year but in time I should be back to Angelique who can move.
The road to recovery means that I will need physical therapy to gain strength to my weakened muscles and occupational therapy to gain my dexterity back. It's going to be tough, but I'm a fighter. And knowing how much worse this disorder could have been, I'll take it.
I had a few moments of self pity yesterday. The stress of the last week had caught up with me and I felt like there was just so much to deal with. There is, but after meeting with the doctor today, I know that is all very manageable and it's going to be okay. After all, I trained for a 10 mile run and completed it under my goal time. If I can do that I can certainly conquer PT and OT and be functional again.
Because I think way to much. This has made me realize that we really never know what is going to happen. 5 weeks ago I was running 3 miles 3 times a week and was able to hold Jack with out whimpering in pain. Today I can barely walk a block. I've set a lot of standards for myself. Standards I haven't lived up to.
This is a new era. I'm going to get my to do list done. I'm going to start living more healthy. This means tossing all of the clutter out my life and my house. I'm going to be more focused on these things. I live in chaos, and I vow no more chaos. It's going to be gone.
I realize none of this is going to happen overnight, and it's going to take a lot of perseverance.
But I've already fought GBS, I can now fight chaos. Karate chop right to the C.
The road to recovery means that I will need physical therapy to gain strength to my weakened muscles and occupational therapy to gain my dexterity back. It's going to be tough, but I'm a fighter. And knowing how much worse this disorder could have been, I'll take it.
I had a few moments of self pity yesterday. The stress of the last week had caught up with me and I felt like there was just so much to deal with. There is, but after meeting with the doctor today, I know that is all very manageable and it's going to be okay. After all, I trained for a 10 mile run and completed it under my goal time. If I can do that I can certainly conquer PT and OT and be functional again.
Because I think way to much. This has made me realize that we really never know what is going to happen. 5 weeks ago I was running 3 miles 3 times a week and was able to hold Jack with out whimpering in pain. Today I can barely walk a block. I've set a lot of standards for myself. Standards I haven't lived up to.
This is a new era. I'm going to get my to do list done. I'm going to start living more healthy. This means tossing all of the clutter out my life and my house. I'm going to be more focused on these things. I live in chaos, and I vow no more chaos. It's going to be gone.
I realize none of this is going to happen overnight, and it's going to take a lot of perseverance.
But I've already fought GBS, I can now fight chaos. Karate chop right to the C.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Songs About Inanimate Objects
Ally's bedtime ritual practically needs a manual. Teeth Brushing, PJ's, 3 stories, prayers, 3 songs, and than a made up story preformed by daddy.
As daunting as the bedtime routine can seem sometimes, I like it. It's special time with us and until recently my favorite part of the whole saga was song time. She would cuddle in arms and ask me to sing her my childhood classics like "Waltzing Matilda", "My Favorite Things", "Somewhere over the Rainbow" and slew of others.
Now at song time I am being taken out of my comfort zone and being asked to perform lullaby improv. The last few nights I have sung songs about ceiling fans, bunk beds, shoes, pacifiers, poop, and windows. Ironically enough all of the songs have almost the same tune. And the same substance
" Poop, Poop, you stink so bad, you come out of body and stink so bad"
"Fan, Fan you go round and round, you keep me cool while I lay on the ground"
"Shoes, Shoes you say on my feet, shoes, shoes you are really neat"
I'm clearly not winning any grammy's this year, however the challenge has been put before me. The challenge actually comes when she asks me to re-sing the songs... Hopefully poop will forgive me when I mix up the words.....
As daunting as the bedtime routine can seem sometimes, I like it. It's special time with us and until recently my favorite part of the whole saga was song time. She would cuddle in arms and ask me to sing her my childhood classics like "Waltzing Matilda", "My Favorite Things", "Somewhere over the Rainbow" and slew of others.
Now at song time I am being taken out of my comfort zone and being asked to perform lullaby improv. The last few nights I have sung songs about ceiling fans, bunk beds, shoes, pacifiers, poop, and windows. Ironically enough all of the songs have almost the same tune. And the same substance
" Poop, Poop, you stink so bad, you come out of body and stink so bad"
"Fan, Fan you go round and round, you keep me cool while I lay on the ground"
"Shoes, Shoes you say on my feet, shoes, shoes you are really neat"
I'm clearly not winning any grammy's this year, however the challenge has been put before me. The challenge actually comes when she asks me to re-sing the songs... Hopefully poop will forgive me when I mix up the words.....
Monday, June 30, 2008
A Little Help From My Friends
As I mentioned before we have a huge support system here by the name of the Argocrew. And these are the most amazing people I've ever met and have ever been around.
I've been letting everyone know what's been going on via this blog, email and a few frantic phone calls here and there. And the kind words and thoughts that are being sent my and my family's way is like a wave of adrenaline.
There have been a lot of comments on how strong I've been through this ordeal and what a good attitude I've been maintaining. And after some serious thought about it tonight, I think it's because I know I'm not alone. I have about 50 people on call right now, and that's very comforting. And that makes me brave, and strong.
I'm not a mushy person, expressing feelings and emotion is not what I'm about. But today the 30 emails I received from my friends with nothing but well wishes and offers from cleaning my house to cooking me dinner to getting Eddie Vedder for me to lick made me sob like a baby. It all moved me in such a way I almost created a river that I was going to have to swim in.
Ally and Jack are the luckiest kids in the world to be surrounded by such love. The family of friends we have created here in DC is irreplaceable.
You all know who you are, and I thank you. You have all made me speechless with your kindness and you know that must say something!
I've been letting everyone know what's been going on via this blog, email and a few frantic phone calls here and there. And the kind words and thoughts that are being sent my and my family's way is like a wave of adrenaline.
There have been a lot of comments on how strong I've been through this ordeal and what a good attitude I've been maintaining. And after some serious thought about it tonight, I think it's because I know I'm not alone. I have about 50 people on call right now, and that's very comforting. And that makes me brave, and strong.
I'm not a mushy person, expressing feelings and emotion is not what I'm about. But today the 30 emails I received from my friends with nothing but well wishes and offers from cleaning my house to cooking me dinner to getting Eddie Vedder for me to lick made me sob like a baby. It all moved me in such a way I almost created a river that I was going to have to swim in.
Ally and Jack are the luckiest kids in the world to be surrounded by such love. The family of friends we have created here in DC is irreplaceable.
You all know who you are, and I thank you. You have all made me speechless with your kindness and you know that must say something!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Diagnosed
I have been Diagnosed. On Friday while we where driving in the mountains on our way to Pittsburgh to visit my parents, my neurologist left me a voice mail.
My brain looks good, and yes there are in fact a large gnome population residing in it. The large population explains my superior intelligence and well, just general awesomeness. And the MRI showed no signs of MS which is good.
The EMG, also known as the torture me with electricity and needles did confirm that I do have Gillain Barre Syndrome. And carpal tunnel.
Now that we have an answer I'm trying to absorb it all. We are still monitoring me this week to make sure I don't worsen. I feel like my manual dexterity is getting worse, but it's hard for me to know being I haven't been able to figure out things for weeks. My stair climbing ability is not so awesome but the good news is I can climb them. Jason and I are going to time how quickly- now that's funny- I stagger up them to monitor the situation. I'm really hoping I don't end up in the hospital this week because if you've read the website I had on a previous post- NOT FUN!
I'm meeting with the doctor this week to go over some things. It could take me weeks or years to get better. I will also need physical therapy to repair the damage done to my weakened muscles. Before I got sick I was running a lot and had run a few 10 mile races in the last few months. I have a 10 miler in October and I 'd like to run it. But we'll see what happens. Maybe instead I'll host a Gillain- Barre Fun Run and have Eddie Vedder preform, mainly so I can lick him. I hear he has great healing powers.
Jason and I are also figuring stuff out and asking for help. Which if you know me is a huge deal. I'm very independent and like to do things myself. But, being my mobility is very limited, I'm learning that help is what I need. What a growing experience. My parents have Jack this week which will be a huge help. Funny how all of a sudden a 3 year old seems manageable. They also sent us home with dinner for almost every night so I don't have to cook. Our niece is coming in a few weeks to stay for 2 weeks to help with kid juggling and chores. And we'll figure it out from there.
As for my mood. I'm feeling a little down. I'm scared. I already feel like crap and can't imagine what this thing will do to me if it gets worse. I'm also angry. Why does my immune system hate me? Come on, it's supposed to fight germs, not my nerves.
Funny how this blog has become the blog on everything you need to know on an obscure neurological conditional. Stay tuned.
My brain looks good, and yes there are in fact a large gnome population residing in it. The large population explains my superior intelligence and well, just general awesomeness. And the MRI showed no signs of MS which is good.
The EMG, also known as the torture me with electricity and needles did confirm that I do have Gillain Barre Syndrome. And carpal tunnel.
Now that we have an answer I'm trying to absorb it all. We are still monitoring me this week to make sure I don't worsen. I feel like my manual dexterity is getting worse, but it's hard for me to know being I haven't been able to figure out things for weeks. My stair climbing ability is not so awesome but the good news is I can climb them. Jason and I are going to time how quickly- now that's funny- I stagger up them to monitor the situation. I'm really hoping I don't end up in the hospital this week because if you've read the website I had on a previous post- NOT FUN!
I'm meeting with the doctor this week to go over some things. It could take me weeks or years to get better. I will also need physical therapy to repair the damage done to my weakened muscles. Before I got sick I was running a lot and had run a few 10 mile races in the last few months. I have a 10 miler in October and I 'd like to run it. But we'll see what happens. Maybe instead I'll host a Gillain- Barre Fun Run and have Eddie Vedder preform, mainly so I can lick him. I hear he has great healing powers.
Jason and I are also figuring stuff out and asking for help. Which if you know me is a huge deal. I'm very independent and like to do things myself. But, being my mobility is very limited, I'm learning that help is what I need. What a growing experience. My parents have Jack this week which will be a huge help. Funny how all of a sudden a 3 year old seems manageable. They also sent us home with dinner for almost every night so I don't have to cook. Our niece is coming in a few weeks to stay for 2 weeks to help with kid juggling and chores. And we'll figure it out from there.
As for my mood. I'm feeling a little down. I'm scared. I already feel like crap and can't imagine what this thing will do to me if it gets worse. I'm also angry. Why does my immune system hate me? Come on, it's supposed to fight germs, not my nerves.
Funny how this blog has become the blog on everything you need to know on an obscure neurological conditional. Stay tuned.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
The Inside of My Head
I had my MRI this morning. Their main focus was to look at my brain and my spinal cord. The MRI wasn't nearly as bad as it was yesterday. I only had one needle today and that was to put some stuff in my body so I'm guessing the could make my organs glow. I keep hoping the stuff will make me pee neon green but no such luck yet. The MRI tube freaked me out a little, but it wasn't bad. Luckily Jack was awake a lot last night so I was able to doze.
I'll probably meet with the Doctor next week to go over the results of all these tests. I didn't really go into detail what they were looking for, because I was still digesting it myself. The doctor ordered the MRI to basically rule out MS. At this point he doesn't think it's MS but the doctor thinks it may be something called Guillain-Barre Syndrome. This is a syndrome in where my immune system may be attacking my peripheral nervous system. Sometimes it just goes away and sometimes a person needs to be admitted for treatment. So if what I have is Guillain Barre Syndrome, we are basically monitoring me to so see if I get worse. Which is more difficult than one would think, because I can't feel my hands or feet, so how do I know?
So basically there are still a lot of questions to be answered, and we should have answers soon. It's just a waiting game basically.
I'm actually surprised at how calm I am. I'm looking at this practically. What else can I do? The one thing I really want though is to see the pictures of my brain. How cool would that be?
So that's it for today. More information pending. Here is a link to information on Guillain-Barre Syndrome: http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/gbs/gbs.htm
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Doctor, Doctor
Well this morning began yet another exciting adventure into our lives. For the last few weeks I've been experiencing a numbness and tingling in my hands and feet. I've also felt my legs becoming very heavy and weak, where walking and well, staying upright has been challenging. Oh that gravity always bringing you down. My knees look like that on an 8 year old boy, all skinned up and oh so pretty. Ally decorates them quite often with Hello Kitty band aids.
Knowing that these symptoms are not normal, I went to my GP a few weeks ago and he drew blood but it all came back normal. So, off to a neurologist I went to this morning. We talked about what was going on, he made me do a few tricks, trying to stand on one foot, the other being walk the sobriety line. I failed. If only I was full of a few martinis first.
He than suggested that we do a few test to rule out a few things and to figure things out. The one test I have tomorrow is your classic MRI to look at my brain. I hope they don't find a whole village of gnomes in there. The other test I had today, an EMG. It was not so awesome.
Jason the brave soul he is, came along with me today. We trekked on the metro to Chevy Chase. To the neurology center up there where we were greeted by a brutish Eastern European woman, who asked to what relation Jason was to me and sent him out of the room. She than had me change into a classy hospital gown and had me lie down where she than proceeded to put electrodes on me and shoot me full of electricity in various places around my arms and legs. And she didn't talk to me the whole time, and when my body jerked with surprise or pain she told me to lie still and relax. RELAX? Really? Tell you what lady, let's switch places and you can relax.
Dr. Shock Electrodes left and there I was alone in the exam room for an hour and half waiting for the second part of my test.
Second part you say? Wasn't being shot with electricity enough? No it really wasn't. This other doctor came in. A nice elderly Mediterranean man who talked nonstop about heroin addicts and psychotics as he poked both of my arms and one of my legs repeatedly with a needle. Just one leg you ask? He felt how weak my one leg was during the process and had a heart to stop. Nice guy.
So that was round one of tests. Like I said tomorrow is the MRI. I looked into and it doesn't look like any torture techniques are going to be involved. I just need to skip breakfast. That could be torture.
So I will post again tomorrow once we figure more out. It's a wierd proccess, but I'm not freaking out about anything yet. And for those who know me, you know that's a huge step.
Knowing that these symptoms are not normal, I went to my GP a few weeks ago and he drew blood but it all came back normal. So, off to a neurologist I went to this morning. We talked about what was going on, he made me do a few tricks, trying to stand on one foot, the other being walk the sobriety line. I failed. If only I was full of a few martinis first.
He than suggested that we do a few test to rule out a few things and to figure things out. The one test I have tomorrow is your classic MRI to look at my brain. I hope they don't find a whole village of gnomes in there. The other test I had today, an EMG. It was not so awesome.
Jason the brave soul he is, came along with me today. We trekked on the metro to Chevy Chase. To the neurology center up there where we were greeted by a brutish Eastern European woman, who asked to what relation Jason was to me and sent him out of the room. She than had me change into a classy hospital gown and had me lie down where she than proceeded to put electrodes on me and shoot me full of electricity in various places around my arms and legs. And she didn't talk to me the whole time, and when my body jerked with surprise or pain she told me to lie still and relax. RELAX? Really? Tell you what lady, let's switch places and you can relax.
Dr. Shock Electrodes left and there I was alone in the exam room for an hour and half waiting for the second part of my test.
Second part you say? Wasn't being shot with electricity enough? No it really wasn't. This other doctor came in. A nice elderly Mediterranean man who talked nonstop about heroin addicts and psychotics as he poked both of my arms and one of my legs repeatedly with a needle. Just one leg you ask? He felt how weak my one leg was during the process and had a heart to stop. Nice guy.
So that was round one of tests. Like I said tomorrow is the MRI. I looked into and it doesn't look like any torture techniques are going to be involved. I just need to skip breakfast. That could be torture.
So I will post again tomorrow once we figure more out. It's a wierd proccess, but I'm not freaking out about anything yet. And for those who know me, you know that's a huge step.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Afterglow
My eyelids are heavy and I'm plotting the quickest and fastest way to do my post bedtime chores so I can be in bed at say 8:30 am, but under neath it all I'm cuddling with the sweet afterglow of a declicious weekend.
As I may have mentioned Jason and I have had a couple of bad weeks. And you're probably sick of my whining, at least the 2 readers that read this blog, but you're just going to have to deal with it. But I digress, occasionlly we have little rainbow here and there, and well this weekend was one of them.
Friday was our 10 year wedding anniversary, so to celebrate our brave, brave, brave friend Auntie Christa came and spent the night with the little cherubs while we went spent the night at this really great historic hotel here in DC. Though we weren't very far from our homes or our jobs, those 20 hours of quiet and nothing were bliss. We did nothing. We slept all night. We relaxed. It was glorious and our batteries were recharged for us to step back into the madness. I think that we are going to make these little overnight get-a-ways a little more frequent. I used to think maybe a nice snort of cocaine would be get me going, but I 'm wrong. A full night's sleep is a real upper.
Our children were happy upon our return and of course we were happy to see them. We had in impromptu dinner party where Jason fried some chicken. It was delcious. Sunday was a pool party. Yada, yada yada.
But the grand finale came last night with Jason and I attending a Pearl Jam concert. I got free tickets randomly on Thursday. Right place, right time. If you have never have had the chance to see this band live, I assure you will not be dissapointed! I've listened to Pearl Jam and before last night thought they were okay. But last night's show blew me away. The crowd was sending out engergy and Eddie Vedder absorbed it and gave it back. The band played for 3 hours which is unheard of these days. I tell thee to get yourselves to a Pearl Jam concert now!
Now, It's Monday and i'm still cuddling with Eddie Vedder and the weekend for a few more mintues.
As I may have mentioned Jason and I have had a couple of bad weeks. And you're probably sick of my whining, at least the 2 readers that read this blog, but you're just going to have to deal with it. But I digress, occasionlly we have little rainbow here and there, and well this weekend was one of them.
Friday was our 10 year wedding anniversary, so to celebrate our brave, brave, brave friend Auntie Christa came and spent the night with the little cherubs while we went spent the night at this really great historic hotel here in DC. Though we weren't very far from our homes or our jobs, those 20 hours of quiet and nothing were bliss. We did nothing. We slept all night. We relaxed. It was glorious and our batteries were recharged for us to step back into the madness. I think that we are going to make these little overnight get-a-ways a little more frequent. I used to think maybe a nice snort of cocaine would be get me going, but I 'm wrong. A full night's sleep is a real upper.
Our children were happy upon our return and of course we were happy to see them. We had in impromptu dinner party where Jason fried some chicken. It was delcious. Sunday was a pool party. Yada, yada yada.
But the grand finale came last night with Jason and I attending a Pearl Jam concert. I got free tickets randomly on Thursday. Right place, right time. If you have never have had the chance to see this band live, I assure you will not be dissapointed! I've listened to Pearl Jam and before last night thought they were okay. But last night's show blew me away. The crowd was sending out engergy and Eddie Vedder absorbed it and gave it back. The band played for 3 hours which is unheard of these days. I tell thee to get yourselves to a Pearl Jam concert now!
Now, It's Monday and i'm still cuddling with Eddie Vedder and the weekend for a few more mintues.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
10 Years In The Making
Tomorrow will mark Jason and my 10 year wedding anniversary. That's right 10 FREAKING years! I can hardly believe it myself.
I become very pensive and thoughtful when it comes to such events. I've been looking at him in a different light this week. I can hardly believe that he's been able to put up with me for 10 years. I can be very difficult to live with. I know some of you may find that hard to believe, but I can be a bit of drama queen.
Our relationship, like all relationships, have not been easy and there have been many, many, many moments when it may be have been easier to call the other person a poopy pants and just walk out the door never to be heard from again, but for what ever reason, we haven't' done that. We've stuck through it, and I'm proud of that.
In a time where it's so easy to call it quits, we haven't'. The last year has been a lot of the Universe taking it's cosmo nervous breakdown out on us, we still somehow smile at the end of the day, knowing that we're still here for each other and we're still together.
Our roles have changed and the chaos has grown. We now have a 3 year old and 9 month old. Those of course have changed our lives drastically. Instead of adventures of being chased through Mexican Jungles our adventures now involve who is going to take what kid at 3 AM when they are both screaming.
I see it as a form of evolution. We're evolving. Adapting as our environment changes. As we change. As those around us change.
As as weird and has hard as things get, I couldn't imagine a better person to evolve with than Jason.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Jesus Rode a Dinosoaur
There is a group of about 20 of us who hang out regulary. In fact we amuse ourselves so damn much that we created a list serve so we can pass on important information and musings. Though 20 of us meet regularly, about 40 people are on the list serve because well, we just sound so damn awesome. Who wouldn't want to listen to us.
We call our selves the Argo Crew, named after the bar we hang out at regularly-The Argonaut.
And discussions like to today make me want to toungue kiss everyone in this group at once.
Jason: From the classic kids biblical coloring book... awesome.
http://i27.tinypic.com/2h6yet5.jpg
Me: I disagree with the artists interpretation. I really do not see Jesus riding a T-Rex but maybe a Tricertops. I hear they are easier to train.
Gary: I think Jesus will ride aT-Rex at the second coming -- it's easier to separate sheep from the goats with at T-Rex.
Katie: Why not ride a Pteranodon so he could fly? Question...aren't dinosaurs bigger than the ark?
Christa: Maybe they took 2 dinosaur eggs of each type. Jesus raised them from babies, which is why he was able to ride the otherwise ferocious T-rex. Or, the fossil records are also wrong about the size of dinos, and they were much smaller.Wonder if they have Jesus riding a dinosaur here? http://www.theholylandexperience.com/All amusement parks should have a dinosaur ride.
Sarah: Well, clearly that's a miniature T-rex...unless Jesus grows to enormous proportions when it is time for dinosaur riding.
KJ: Maybe he's a grow in water Jesus - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dd9PuoPpOK8
And now you too want to join the list serve right? Or at least ride a dinosaur.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Paris Clampett Goes Down River
My parents have in the past few years have become avid kayakers. They go on the water quite a bit and I love seeing them show such vigor interest in an activity as they prepare for retirement. Though, the idea of my mom outdoors does hold some fascination for me. She always looks stunning and never leaves the house with out her hair or make up done.
Recently on a trip to Savannah, Georgia the two worlds collided. My parents took a kayaking trip with some friends and their boat tipped. In talking to my mom it wasn't the camera or any of the gear that she feared getting wet or lost, it wasnt' the fear of thier heads being smacked of rocks as they were taken down river, it was the fact she had lost her lip gloss, lip gloss that was a recent gift from a friend.
Relaying the story to me my mom says " And of all the things to lose, I lost my lip gloss!" I told Paris Hilton to take it down a notch.
My mom's response "But it wasn't just any lip gloss, it was Chicken Poop lip gloss!"
And just than Paris Hilton flew out of my mom's body and was replaced buy Jed Clampett.
Recently on a trip to Savannah, Georgia the two worlds collided. My parents took a kayaking trip with some friends and their boat tipped. In talking to my mom it wasn't the camera or any of the gear that she feared getting wet or lost, it wasnt' the fear of thier heads being smacked of rocks as they were taken down river, it was the fact she had lost her lip gloss, lip gloss that was a recent gift from a friend.
Relaying the story to me my mom says " And of all the things to lose, I lost my lip gloss!" I told Paris Hilton to take it down a notch.
My mom's response "But it wasn't just any lip gloss, it was Chicken Poop lip gloss!"
And just than Paris Hilton flew out of my mom's body and was replaced buy Jed Clampett.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Look What Me Did!
Above is the first teamwork art project that Ally and I completed. There were no power struggles and we both left the project happier and better people than what we came in- I did this with her after just that morning running a 10 mile race. Yes, I am the woman!
I picked up the clothes-pin people kit a while ago, and found it recently. Ally very carefully followed directions and was truly pumped about her princesses, but the mermaid one is truly the masterpiece. As we glued on the shell Ally pointed out "This one is very special."
Ally wanted her creations to move into her sorority house, I mean doll house, but it's already way to crowded with about 20 other princesses, so I was able to convince her these pieces of art would look best in a shadowbox in her room.
Hopefully years from now she'll cherish them and not say "Clothes pin dolls? Where you to cheap for plastic ones?"
Friday, May 2, 2008
It's Jaaaaaaack!
I realized upon looking over my last few entries one may assume that I only have one child. That the elusive Jack I mention here and there could be the dog or an imaginary person I just made up.
No indeed Jack is real. He is another wise known as Ally's little brother.
Jack just turned 8 months this past Monday and I can't believe how time has flown. Has it really been 8 months? He is the most perfect boy baby I've ever seen.
I've been struggling with some things regarding Jack. Not him but things with me being his mom. With Ally I was home with her for year, so I was lucky enough to breathe in every moment of her first year of life. But alas, when she was a year old we made the decision that it was best if I went back to work full time. Which is where I am now.
I had a very generous maternity leave of 4 months and I was able to work from home for some time. But now I'm back to the office 40 hours a week, and my time with Jack is snippets here and there. And honestly, it's breaking my heart.
When I'm near him the world is just a better place. He loves to cuddle and be held close and his smile could melt a glacier. His laugh is amazing and he began crawling this week, so watch out world! He's a mobile one!
When I'm with him I realize and know all the things I'm missing with him. And I wish I could just stop time and keep him little and with me always. His babiness is just going away to fast, and I'm away too much.
This post has become far more sappy than I intended. I realized that now as I sit hear with giant tears and sobs and my arms longing for that little bundle of giggles and smiles.
I never saw myself as the stay at home mom type, but maybe just maybe I am.....
The Things You Say..
For those of you who deem your lives boring and meaningless, I suggest getting yourself a 3 year old. I'm telling you there is no entertainment like one.
Since Ally's third birthday, it appears as if we've turned a corner. We've left whiny toddlerdome behind and have entered the high engergy charged world of preschooler. The world is her domain and she is here to conquer.
Along with this new conquistador behaivor has come some awesome conversation. I honeslty wish I could record everything that comes out of Ally's mouth, because just when I think that she can't out do herself, she does. And I want to put all of these moments in a jar and keep them forever.
Some of my favorite moments over that last few days:
Ally screaming at the top of her lungs at breakfast, Jack begins to cry.
Us: Ally, please do not scream like that. It hurst Jacks ears!
Ally begins to cry.
Ally: Well it hurts my ears when he cries like that!
She and I went to the zoo the other day and the cheetahs were running around. It was a brisk morning.
Ally: Why are the running?
Me: Maybe they are cold?
Ally: Well they need warmer coats!
We often go to the playground after school and last night she wasn't ready to go home. She wanted to create more sidewalk chalk art, but alas we had to go.
Ally: I don't want to go home.
Me: Do you want to walk or ride?
Ally: I don't want to walk or ride. I want to fly.
Me: You want to fly?
Ally: Yes, but I don't have my wings yet. I'll have them soon.
Me:Where are you getting your wings?
Ally: At the store. I want green ones.
Me:Where are you going to fly to?
Ally: To the tops of the treeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss.
And that is just a sampling! I am not going to staple my journal to my wrist so I can write all this down and never miss a beat.
Or store it that jar...
Thursday, May 1, 2008
My IQ is now 5
I am now thankful we don't have cable. Because well, I get sucked into plenty of mindless television shows with out it.
After my chores were done and the kiddies were in bed, I sat down with all good intentions to increase my IQ by reading my book club book, but instead I turned on the TV and CW blessed me with an hour long train wreck.
Said Train wreck? The television premiere of Farmer Wants a Wife. I honestly couldn't look away.
The premise is we have this farmer countery boy who works on his family farm and desprately wants a wife to pop out a few units. He can't find no small town lovn' cus all the small town babes have hooked up with there a high school sweethearts and have all ready pounded out some prodigy. So, Farmer Matt- that's his name- decides to hook up w. some reality show producers and fly him in 10 "City" girls to fight for his attentions.
We cut to scence where the city girls are flwon into BFE Missouri and than school bused, that's right I said school bused- to the farm where our hero rides into the picture shirtless on his tractor. The babes are smitten and here the competition begins.
We Josie who askes the hostess of the home they are staying in if they have maid service. She also deems the other girls "working class" later on in the show when they particpate in a chicken cooping competition to get the farmer.
We have Brooke the nanny who just loves the farmer and just wants to be his wife so bad. Did I mention she's a virgin? Oh and she's no the only one. There is one more there in the pack.
The whole show was a fiasco, yet I couldn't look away.... By the end of the show I was like YEE HAW! I could so be the farmers wife....
But than again I share the same fear of Stephanie, the city babe who was afraid the chickens were going to peck her eyes out..... But than how would I see who became the farmers wife?
After my chores were done and the kiddies were in bed, I sat down with all good intentions to increase my IQ by reading my book club book, but instead I turned on the TV and CW blessed me with an hour long train wreck.
Said Train wreck? The television premiere of Farmer Wants a Wife. I honestly couldn't look away.
The premise is we have this farmer countery boy who works on his family farm and desprately wants a wife to pop out a few units. He can't find no small town lovn' cus all the small town babes have hooked up with there a high school sweethearts and have all ready pounded out some prodigy. So, Farmer Matt- that's his name- decides to hook up w. some reality show producers and fly him in 10 "City" girls to fight for his attentions.
We cut to scence where the city girls are flwon into BFE Missouri and than school bused, that's right I said school bused- to the farm where our hero rides into the picture shirtless on his tractor. The babes are smitten and here the competition begins.
We Josie who askes the hostess of the home they are staying in if they have maid service. She also deems the other girls "working class" later on in the show when they particpate in a chicken cooping competition to get the farmer.
We have Brooke the nanny who just loves the farmer and just wants to be his wife so bad. Did I mention she's a virgin? Oh and she's no the only one. There is one more there in the pack.
The whole show was a fiasco, yet I couldn't look away.... By the end of the show I was like YEE HAW! I could so be the farmers wife....
But than again I share the same fear of Stephanie, the city babe who was afraid the chickens were going to peck her eyes out..... But than how would I see who became the farmers wife?
Monday, April 28, 2008
Bag This........
So in our effort to cut down on our carbon footprint, we've been trying to switch from dreaded plastic bags to eco friendly reusable bags. Unfortunately, being I live in what one might call a "transitonal" neighborhood, carbon footprints don't really seem to matter.
I went to our locally wonderfully rennovated ghetto supermarket a few days ago excited about using my eco friendly reusable bags. I thought I just looked too cool with my enviro-bags and my "Don't Worry Earth- I'm here to save you" attitude. After a while of filling my cart with delectable treats it came time to check out. I proudly presented my beautiful bags to the check-out lady. She looked at them and looked at me. The look was as though "What? Our wasteful plastic bags are too good for you white girl" She proceeded to put my items into the plastic bags than place those into my eco-friendly bags. It was like good vs. evil as the plastic touched the sides of my my recylce re-usable bags. Evil winning burning the sides of good with plastic acid.
But oh you UnSafeways of Safeways, Me and my eco-friendly bags will be back to your carbon filled aisles, and next time, you will bag it my way........
Thursday, April 10, 2008
It's Duster, Buster!
We have a new family member. He appeared to us on Sunday Afternoon as Ally stared out of the window into our patio and said "My friend Duster lives out there".
Duster is Ally's first imaginary friend. He lives on our patio under the canoe, he's a dog/cat, he's pink, and his favorite food is tofu.
These are the moments I crave having a kid around.
Duster is Ally's first imaginary friend. He lives on our patio under the canoe, he's a dog/cat, he's pink, and his favorite food is tofu.
These are the moments I crave having a kid around.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
You're THREE!
Dear Ally:
Yesterday was your third birthday. You are growing into a beautiful and inquisitive little girl. Watching your mind develop had been amazing and I want to thank you for giving me this opportunity to watch you grow and for inviting me into your big world.
The past year has not been an easy one for you. You've gone through a lot of changes.In August your world as an only child ended as your little brother came into this world. And though you embrace your new title as BIG SISTER you can't help resenting it sometimes too. You are very sweet to your little brother, but somtimes his little body looks too much like a chair, or his little ears need a good tugging. You're just doing your job.
While I was on materinty leave we took you out of school so we could hang out. We had many adventures and taught and are still teaching me so much.
One of the most profound momenst of that time is when We, along with Sienas' mommy and her little brother went to the Capitol building in October to see the Dalai Llama. You and Sienna chased each other on the Capitol grounds, and I was convinced the most you got out of that day was some good exercise. But 3 days later, as we were walking to the playground you looked up at me and said "Momma, what is the Dalai Lama doing right now?" I think I made up something like he's brushing his teeth. You seemed pleased with that. But as we were eating our lunch you looked at me and said "The Dalai Lama is eating his lunch and is going to take a nap too." It was such an amazing moment.
You're recognizig those around you more and choosing your favorite people. You are currently obsessed with princesses and I'm still figuring out how to deal with this. But hey if sleeping in Tiara makes you happy and brings you peace maybe more people should try it!
I treasure our time together and am looking foward to so many more years of amazing you.
I love you Ally Gator!
Momma.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Notes on a Scandal
I know I usually write funny stories on my kids and myself but something is bugging me this morning.
Yes, I live in Washington, DC. A city that is no stranger to scandals and the fall of morals. Yes, it is a city of corruption and power. And as scandals break all the time, I'm either mildly amused by them or I just ignore them.
Yesterday the story broke on the prostitution ring that the Governor of New York was involved in and of course the story has ties in Washington. But that's not whats bugging me.
On the news they showed pictures of the Mayflower Hotel here in town where many of the illicit activities took place. And they showed photos of the Governors family. And to my horror, there he was with his wife and 3 daughters. 3 daughters. 3 girls. And he was involved in a prostitution ring, exploiting other people's daughters. Other girls. And there he was with his 3 daughters.
As a mother of a beautiful girl this angers me. It angers me how the father of 3 daughters, who no doubt has nixed the job of prostitute for his own girls has not problem using other ladies, who turns out are daughters of someone else.
Raising a girl is tough. There are so many pressures on them and so many awful things that can happen to them. I'm beat myself up on on a daily basis wondering if I said or did the wrong thing to Ally that could start her life in a downward spiral of drug abuse or promiscuity. And than I realize, she's only 3 and it's going to be okay.
Yet, I find myself wanting to protect her. Wanting to guide her to be a strong girl. We've recently found ourselves in princess hell where Ally loves the princesses. And all the princesses meet prince charming and fall in love and get married. And as it turns out, most of the princesses are married at 16. But I add anecdotes like, well first Cinderella got her PhD in Biotechnology and after she reached tenure and the won the Nobel prize for all of her research, than she got married. I want my daughter to have strong values. And I try not to contradict those by trying to be strong woman myself.
I have Jack, and I worry about him too, I want him to have good values and to get his PhD too. I don't have double standards. Boys have social pressures too.
And than there's that guy. The Governor of New York, who I'm sure wants good for his daughters, yet exploits women at the same time.
We live in world of double standards, and I guess this is my vow to try and raise my kids to be the opposite of those standards. To be strong individuals.
And in the meantime, to the daughters of the Governor. I'm so sorry.
Yes, I live in Washington, DC. A city that is no stranger to scandals and the fall of morals. Yes, it is a city of corruption and power. And as scandals break all the time, I'm either mildly amused by them or I just ignore them.
Yesterday the story broke on the prostitution ring that the Governor of New York was involved in and of course the story has ties in Washington. But that's not whats bugging me.
On the news they showed pictures of the Mayflower Hotel here in town where many of the illicit activities took place. And they showed photos of the Governors family. And to my horror, there he was with his wife and 3 daughters. 3 daughters. 3 girls. And he was involved in a prostitution ring, exploiting other people's daughters. Other girls. And there he was with his 3 daughters.
As a mother of a beautiful girl this angers me. It angers me how the father of 3 daughters, who no doubt has nixed the job of prostitute for his own girls has not problem using other ladies, who turns out are daughters of someone else.
Raising a girl is tough. There are so many pressures on them and so many awful things that can happen to them. I'm beat myself up on on a daily basis wondering if I said or did the wrong thing to Ally that could start her life in a downward spiral of drug abuse or promiscuity. And than I realize, she's only 3 and it's going to be okay.
Yet, I find myself wanting to protect her. Wanting to guide her to be a strong girl. We've recently found ourselves in princess hell where Ally loves the princesses. And all the princesses meet prince charming and fall in love and get married. And as it turns out, most of the princesses are married at 16. But I add anecdotes like, well first Cinderella got her PhD in Biotechnology and after she reached tenure and the won the Nobel prize for all of her research, than she got married. I want my daughter to have strong values. And I try not to contradict those by trying to be strong woman myself.
I have Jack, and I worry about him too, I want him to have good values and to get his PhD too. I don't have double standards. Boys have social pressures too.
And than there's that guy. The Governor of New York, who I'm sure wants good for his daughters, yet exploits women at the same time.
We live in world of double standards, and I guess this is my vow to try and raise my kids to be the opposite of those standards. To be strong individuals.
And in the meantime, to the daughters of the Governor. I'm so sorry.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Mary had a WHAT?
Ally has been doing her own mashups lately, capitalizing on the most recent trends within the entertainment industry amongst the toddler set. Just this morning she was laying down some dope gospel on top of a trippy lulabye backbeat...
< tune - mary had a little lamb >
Mary, had a Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ
Mary, had a Jesus Christ
Mary had a Vagina
And well, it's all true.
< tune - mary had a little lamb >
Mary, had a Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ
Mary, had a Jesus Christ
Mary had a Vagina
And well, it's all true.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Party Hats
It's 6 Am. Ally has decided that sleep is no longer necessary as she stands next to me and screams I"M DONE MOMMY IT"S MORNING AND I"M DONE! Which translates into sleep is no longer necessary for her no matter how necessary it is for me.
Her baby brother has also now decided that he is done sleeping. More so the decision has been made for him as his sister climbs into his co-sleeper and sits on his head.
Mom: Ally Get off your brothers Head!
Ally: No He likes when I sit on it!
Mom: No, He does not like it when you sit on his head.
Ally: Well, I like it! I like that party Hat!
And so begins another Dr. Suess day.
Her baby brother has also now decided that he is done sleeping. More so the decision has been made for him as his sister climbs into his co-sleeper and sits on his head.
Mom: Ally Get off your brothers Head!
Ally: No He likes when I sit on it!
Mom: No, He does not like it when you sit on his head.
Ally: Well, I like it! I like that party Hat!
And so begins another Dr. Suess day.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
2008- That's Our Year
That was also my theme of 2007. I decided with all the crap and good stuff of 2007 I broke even. This year I've decided is going to be all good. Good things are going to happen.
I've given my personal motto for 2008 to be Decluttering. I've decided I'm going to declutter this house as well as my mind. Yes, it's going to be a good year of getting rid of all the baggage and nonsense that holds us down.
This is the year we get our act together. I've joined Weight Watchers and signed up to do a 10 mile run in April. I went for my first big run this morning- 3 miles and it almost killed me, but I finished it and am ready to run again. This is the year I get my body together.
This is the year we tackle all those demons that scare us and that have been holding us down. This is our year.
Maybe I'm putting too much pressure on 2008. Maybe I'm expecting too much to happen. But as I'm learning, nothing good ever came to those who just sat around waiting for it to happen. They made it happen. And this is what I plan to do.
I've given my personal motto for 2008 to be Decluttering. I've decided I'm going to declutter this house as well as my mind. Yes, it's going to be a good year of getting rid of all the baggage and nonsense that holds us down.
This is the year we get our act together. I've joined Weight Watchers and signed up to do a 10 mile run in April. I went for my first big run this morning- 3 miles and it almost killed me, but I finished it and am ready to run again. This is the year I get my body together.
This is the year we tackle all those demons that scare us and that have been holding us down. This is our year.
Maybe I'm putting too much pressure on 2008. Maybe I'm expecting too much to happen. But as I'm learning, nothing good ever came to those who just sat around waiting for it to happen. They made it happen. And this is what I plan to do.
Conversations from the Potty
It was 5 AM when Ally woke me up because she had to use the potty. As we sat there on the toilet in the early morning hours we saw an ant crawling on the floor- why we saw an ant in January I don't know but we did.
The following conversation followed:
Ally: There is ant.
Me: Where is he going?
Ally: To the work.
Me: Where does he work?
Ally: At the hospital.
Me: Is he a doctor?
Ally: No Mom, he's a baby ant.
I should have known. What else would an ant work as at a hospital?
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