At the ripe old age of thirty years, you would think that by now I would know everything there is to know about everything, and even more so, about myself. So this thing called 'self discovery' that these new agers all speak of is hard to achieve for someone like me. But this past week I have discovered two important things about myself, that I had absolutely no idea about before. One is that I am actually not very good at black jack. Two is that I actually like tuna salad. Now, perhaps they are not deep or profound, but I think that their everyday utility makes them important learnings nonetheless.
The first learning occured at Geoff's staff party this Thursday past. It was a little shindig to celebrate the end of golf season. After dinner we had this little casino thing (when Geoff's planning the event, you can bet there's gonna be either gambling or football. Thankfully, for this venue, it was gambling.) We were given $40,000 play money to gamble with. I lost it in about half an hour at the black jack table. The people at the table said that I was terrible at blackjack, and in fact, probably shouldn't play it anymore, but that I was a really sweet girl. Geoff kind of felt bad for me when I told him that, but I was like "well, in the scheme of things, would you rather be remembered as a good blackjack player, or a good person?" Geoff said black jack player, but I think it's an honor to be considered 'sweet'. Anyways, being that I'm married to Geoff he gave me another 40G's. So I was back in the game. People wondered where I had gotten my fat stack of cash from, certainly they knew that I hadn't won it, and I was like 'you have to be sleeping with the banker'. But even as I said the words, another young blondie went up to him and he slipped her another wad, too. I was like "But, perhaps there are other factors operating there. Or at least I hope so." So, all in all, it was good time, despite the fact that I lost eighty thou and my husband may or not be having an affair. There was cheescake and bruschetta, so I was happy.
The other learning took place last Saturday at the HQC seminar. They had all these little sandwiches for lunch, and I didn't want to take most of them because they had mustard on them, so I had no choice but to take the tuna salad one on the offchance that I might like it. Certainly, I knew it would be better than mustard. For those of you who know me, you will note my strict "No condiments" philophy, which I live and die by except in one rare case: I will eat ketchup with frozen fish sticks. And that is the one and only time. Otherwise, I do not like ketchup anywhere within a two foot radius of my food. I don't even like to touch the bottle. Ditto for mustard, mayo, relish, etc. But anyways, as I was saying, about the conference, the pickings were slim for a picky person like me so I rather reluctantly took the tuna. I was loathe to take a bite, but I was hungry so I tasted it warily. But I liked it!! I couldn't believe it. So that was interesting. There I was, eating a tuna salad sandwich, something that I had never thought possible. So it just goes to show: conquer your fears!! If I can eat tuna salad, you can go bungee jumping or scale Everest. The sky's the limit. Dream the impossible dream.
One more quick thing before I go. You remember the difficulty I was having with my Hazelnut coffee cream at work last month?? Well I jus like to let you all know that problem is now resolved. On Friday, I was presented with a bottle of it from the staff in lieu of the stuff they had used and we all agreed to share from now on and take turns buying it. So in summary. Life is good. I have Hazelnut at work, I like tuna and am generally regarded as a sweet girl. It couldn't possibly get any better than that. Could it??
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
The war wages on.
Here I am again. I don't know why I do this, people. You say 'we want the blog', 'we need the blog'. So I write one and what response do I get? Nothing. A comment from my mom and my SIL. I mean, bless them (and really, I do. They're great people. If you don't know them, you should meet them), but the thing is that I talk to them like every day anyways. So I don't really need to write a blog for them. You see where I'm going with this? But anyways.
For those of you who are familiar with dates and holidays, you will note that today is Halloween. This year was quite swell. Gage was a vampire and Payton was Dora. It was a busy day and it is good now to relax. I am looking forward to throwing out our Jack O Lanterns, as they seem to have sprouted hairs. I've consulted the manuals, and apparently this is a bad sign. I know you may thinking 'what manuals are there for pumpkins and where shall I purchase mine?' Well, there are a variety of manuals available (You and Your Gord, Harper Collins; Gording to Know your pumpkin, McNally Robinson and Pumpkins for Dummies, Random House Press.) They are very titillating if you love pumpkin trivia and facts, which I can only assume that any warm blooded woman would. The pumpkin issue aside, every year I seem to notice a disturbing trend. My children were trick or treating for about forty five minutes and got about two bags of candies each, which if you do the calculations, is about fourteen cubic centimeters of candy every four minutes. I am quite certain that when I was a child this formula was quite different. To get that same amount of candy I probably would have had to go trick or treating for nine to eleven hours. And it's not just the quantity of candy that's on the rise. The quality is also much improved. During my trick or treating years, I got probably 85% crap-- which includes those horrid molasses things, God only knows what they're made of, those "Rockets' which are just like chalk or something, jelly beans, raisins and suckers. These days it's 85% chocolate bars and chips, 15% 'other'. These kids these days. They just don't know how good they have it. I'll tell ya, it wasn't like that back in my day. Back in my day we had to walk thirteen miles in forty below weather with no shoes on just to get a mesely bag of Rockets and raisins, but it was worth it because that comprised at least 50% of your candy consumption for the year. Nowadays, candy is like a staple in thier diet. My kids don't even eat their Halloween Candy because they get better candy just in the usual course of their daily lives. Well, I guess, I'm to blame for that, really, but I'm a victim of this society, so I don't know any better, so don't be hatin'.
Onto other matters. They say that 'once an addict always an addict' and that recovery is just day by day "One day at a time, Sweet Jesus"). This is a lesson that I have learned through my many wise and learned years. And I guess that pregnancy test addictions are more similar to other addictions than I had realized. I seem to have caught the buzz again. Some months ago, I posted a little diddy called "My last pregnancy test". Sadly, unbenounced to me at the time, that was not to be the case. So now I am back at it, although I do seem to be able to space them out by two to four days in between tests, which is good. I did one today, which was negative. I just hate it because I never really know what is up with me. I haven't had my period since... well it's complicated to explain. Here is a rundown of my menstual cycle for the past several months. I know that is something that weighs heavy on everyones mind.
Nov 23 '06-- miscarried
Dec 24 '06--Started period
Jan 22 '07 --Started period
Feb 22 '07--Last period before next misc.
Mar 20 '07--Positive preg. test
April 23 '07-- Miscarried.
May '07--No period
June '07-- No period
July '07-- Induced period July 2
-Postive preg test July 31/07
August 30/07--Miscarried
Sept/07--No period
Oct/07--No period.
So, it seems that things have been out of whack. I think my uterus took a little vote and voted to strike. It's like "they don't pay me enought for this S**T." and just walked off the job, which, to a certain extent, I could understand, because it has had a rather busy year. I asked to OBGYN about it and she was like 'it doesn't really matter. As long as you get four periods a year we don't worry about it." She said the only thing is that it will make it harder for me to get pregnant, but the only way to regulate it is to go on the pill, which, obviously will make it even harder to get pregnant. I don't see her again until January, so hopefully things will straighten themselves out before then, because I don't even know if I can get pregnant at the moment with things like this, not that we're really trying to, but at the same time, we're not trying not to try, either. You're probably not following me, but that's OK. Anyways. Today a patient at my work asked me if I was pregnant. I said "No. Why do you ask? Am I getting fat? (and face it, I am. Read my entry "Roll out the barrel for my feelings on that subject). She said I looked 'glowing' like a pregnant person. I said no, that was just the after effect from being overworked (I'll thank the nursing shortage for that), but thanks. Anyways. I guess that is all I really wanted to say. Have a nice night!!!
For those of you who are familiar with dates and holidays, you will note that today is Halloween. This year was quite swell. Gage was a vampire and Payton was Dora. It was a busy day and it is good now to relax. I am looking forward to throwing out our Jack O Lanterns, as they seem to have sprouted hairs. I've consulted the manuals, and apparently this is a bad sign. I know you may thinking 'what manuals are there for pumpkins and where shall I purchase mine?' Well, there are a variety of manuals available (You and Your Gord, Harper Collins; Gording to Know your pumpkin, McNally Robinson and Pumpkins for Dummies, Random House Press.) They are very titillating if you love pumpkin trivia and facts, which I can only assume that any warm blooded woman would. The pumpkin issue aside, every year I seem to notice a disturbing trend. My children were trick or treating for about forty five minutes and got about two bags of candies each, which if you do the calculations, is about fourteen cubic centimeters of candy every four minutes. I am quite certain that when I was a child this formula was quite different. To get that same amount of candy I probably would have had to go trick or treating for nine to eleven hours. And it's not just the quantity of candy that's on the rise. The quality is also much improved. During my trick or treating years, I got probably 85% crap-- which includes those horrid molasses things, God only knows what they're made of, those "Rockets' which are just like chalk or something, jelly beans, raisins and suckers. These days it's 85% chocolate bars and chips, 15% 'other'. These kids these days. They just don't know how good they have it. I'll tell ya, it wasn't like that back in my day. Back in my day we had to walk thirteen miles in forty below weather with no shoes on just to get a mesely bag of Rockets and raisins, but it was worth it because that comprised at least 50% of your candy consumption for the year. Nowadays, candy is like a staple in thier diet. My kids don't even eat their Halloween Candy because they get better candy just in the usual course of their daily lives. Well, I guess, I'm to blame for that, really, but I'm a victim of this society, so I don't know any better, so don't be hatin'.
Onto other matters. They say that 'once an addict always an addict' and that recovery is just day by day "One day at a time, Sweet Jesus"). This is a lesson that I have learned through my many wise and learned years. And I guess that pregnancy test addictions are more similar to other addictions than I had realized. I seem to have caught the buzz again. Some months ago, I posted a little diddy called "My last pregnancy test". Sadly, unbenounced to me at the time, that was not to be the case. So now I am back at it, although I do seem to be able to space them out by two to four days in between tests, which is good. I did one today, which was negative. I just hate it because I never really know what is up with me. I haven't had my period since... well it's complicated to explain. Here is a rundown of my menstual cycle for the past several months. I know that is something that weighs heavy on everyones mind.
Nov 23 '06-- miscarried
Dec 24 '06--Started period
Jan 22 '07 --Started period
Feb 22 '07--Last period before next misc.
Mar 20 '07--Positive preg. test
April 23 '07-- Miscarried.
May '07--No period
June '07-- No period
July '07-- Induced period July 2
-Postive preg test July 31/07
August 30/07--Miscarried
Sept/07--No period
Oct/07--No period.
So, it seems that things have been out of whack. I think my uterus took a little vote and voted to strike. It's like "they don't pay me enought for this S**T." and just walked off the job, which, to a certain extent, I could understand, because it has had a rather busy year. I asked to OBGYN about it and she was like 'it doesn't really matter. As long as you get four periods a year we don't worry about it." She said the only thing is that it will make it harder for me to get pregnant, but the only way to regulate it is to go on the pill, which, obviously will make it even harder to get pregnant. I don't see her again until January, so hopefully things will straighten themselves out before then, because I don't even know if I can get pregnant at the moment with things like this, not that we're really trying to, but at the same time, we're not trying not to try, either. You're probably not following me, but that's OK. Anyways. Today a patient at my work asked me if I was pregnant. I said "No. Why do you ask? Am I getting fat? (and face it, I am. Read my entry "Roll out the barrel for my feelings on that subject). She said I looked 'glowing' like a pregnant person. I said no, that was just the after effect from being overworked (I'll thank the nursing shortage for that), but thanks. Anyways. I guess that is all I really wanted to say. Have a nice night!!!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Hello Kitty
Well, I've decided to post again after much public pressure. Okay. In reality, there were two people who asked me about the blog. But, really, two people is nothing to sneeze at. And it's not the size of the wand, anyways, it's the magic it can perform. Well, now I think I'm onto another subject entirely.
So it's been a month since I've blogged. The leaves are turning color, a testament to the fact that the seasons are changing once again. Things for me remain much the same, with few differences. First off, we are, again, in the process of getting a new coffee pot at work. The old one sprung a leak. So this is interesting and exciting. I'm not a big coffee drinker, but still, it's hard not to get caught up in the fervor of it.
On the home front, my dad came to visit me this week. It was nice to have company. I prepared a nice pot roast which was well recieved, though I still don't undertand why they call it pot roast. Where's the pot?? What does the pot have to do with anything?? It's perplexing, but I try not to spend too much time thinking about it. Some things we simply must accept for what they are.I think I shall have to add that little peice to my stand up act. "What's the deal with pot roast? It's a roast, but it's not a pot." Jerry Seinfeld eat your heart out. At any rate, for those of you who have not heard my stand up routine, just trust me when I say it's quite stellar. I would post it on here, but it just wouldn't do it justice because in comedy, delivery is everything. From the reviews that I have gotten so far, my delivery is spot on. It basically makes the routine. So. I can't post it on here. Perhaps sometime, for those of you lucky ones, you will get to hear it. As for my other career, I continue to soldier on with the book that I am writing. I am almost finished it now and am pleased with the progress. I submitted a query letter to a literary agent, and am hoping to hear something one way or the other soon. If I can get an agent, there is some chance that I could get it published. Without an agent, I will surely perish as a writer and be forced to live off of wieners and beans. Pot roast will be a thing of the past for me, such as it is.
As for the whole baby issue, things are still very much up in the air right now. The bad news is that Geoff states that he does not wish to have any more children. The good news is that it seems to me that he hasn't quite figured out where babies come from as he is not particularly insistent on using any form of birth control. As such, I continue to take my folic acid every day. I find this time of year a bit tricky, as I am approaching yet another due date. My due date from the pregnancy I lost in April was November 29th. I find it hard to believe that I would already be close to term and perhaps starting my mat. leave soon. I see people who are very pregant and think to myself "I would look like that now, too." But. Instead I am getting a kitten. Kittens are cute, though. So. I guess that should be good.
The kitten will be here tomorrow at 10 sharp. Her name is Zoey Brooks Makepeace and we got her for free out of the paper. She looks fairly cute and the children much anticipate her arrival. I can only hope that the cat experiment goes better than the dog experiment, which went terribly awry (see: Goodbye my Friend for more details.) Will post a picture of the Zoeymiester tomorrow. Have a nice night.
So it's been a month since I've blogged. The leaves are turning color, a testament to the fact that the seasons are changing once again. Things for me remain much the same, with few differences. First off, we are, again, in the process of getting a new coffee pot at work. The old one sprung a leak. So this is interesting and exciting. I'm not a big coffee drinker, but still, it's hard not to get caught up in the fervor of it.
On the home front, my dad came to visit me this week. It was nice to have company. I prepared a nice pot roast which was well recieved, though I still don't undertand why they call it pot roast. Where's the pot?? What does the pot have to do with anything?? It's perplexing, but I try not to spend too much time thinking about it. Some things we simply must accept for what they are.I think I shall have to add that little peice to my stand up act. "What's the deal with pot roast? It's a roast, but it's not a pot." Jerry Seinfeld eat your heart out. At any rate, for those of you who have not heard my stand up routine, just trust me when I say it's quite stellar. I would post it on here, but it just wouldn't do it justice because in comedy, delivery is everything. From the reviews that I have gotten so far, my delivery is spot on. It basically makes the routine. So. I can't post it on here. Perhaps sometime, for those of you lucky ones, you will get to hear it. As for my other career, I continue to soldier on with the book that I am writing. I am almost finished it now and am pleased with the progress. I submitted a query letter to a literary agent, and am hoping to hear something one way or the other soon. If I can get an agent, there is some chance that I could get it published. Without an agent, I will surely perish as a writer and be forced to live off of wieners and beans. Pot roast will be a thing of the past for me, such as it is.
As for the whole baby issue, things are still very much up in the air right now. The bad news is that Geoff states that he does not wish to have any more children. The good news is that it seems to me that he hasn't quite figured out where babies come from as he is not particularly insistent on using any form of birth control. As such, I continue to take my folic acid every day. I find this time of year a bit tricky, as I am approaching yet another due date. My due date from the pregnancy I lost in April was November 29th. I find it hard to believe that I would already be close to term and perhaps starting my mat. leave soon. I see people who are very pregant and think to myself "I would look like that now, too." But. Instead I am getting a kitten. Kittens are cute, though. So. I guess that should be good.
The kitten will be here tomorrow at 10 sharp. Her name is Zoey Brooks Makepeace and we got her for free out of the paper. She looks fairly cute and the children much anticipate her arrival. I can only hope that the cat experiment goes better than the dog experiment, which went terribly awry (see: Goodbye my Friend for more details.) Will post a picture of the Zoeymiester tomorrow. Have a nice night.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Roll Out The Barrel
As you know, I am well into my thirties now. The arthritis hasn't crept in yet, and I haven't started listening to AM radio yet, but some changes are taking place. First of all, I seem to be noticing that my clothes aren't fitting so great. At first I blamed it on the dryer- that somehow my pants had gotten shrunk but everything else in the laundry was spared. But a quick visit to the weigh scale tells me that this is not the case. The title of this blog reflects how I am feeling body image wise. I have this vision of myself, rolling out of the house and being hoisted down the sidewalk, and the neighbors will gather round and stomp and clap and sing "Roll out the barrel". It sucks, really. So now I guess I'm going to have to try to lose weight. But its not easy. Its so much more compelling to just sit and watch TV.
Secondly, I fear I may be losing my mind. I don't know if Altzheimers can creep in this early or not, but I feel it slowly approaching. Yesterday there were two incidents that worried me. I went shopping at Wal Mart and went to return to my van. I turned the key to unlock it, and it wouldn't open. So I kept on trying and trying and was like 'what the hell?' Finally, I looked inside the van and noticed that it wasn't mine. Mine was parked a row over. Talk about emberassing. So then I went to my van, opened it up and put my stuff inside. Being the responsible customer that I am, I pushed my cart over to the little cart area and then returned to my vehicle. I drove home. When I got home I realized I didn't have my purse with me. Panic. So I drove like a madman (or madwoman, I guess) back to Wal Mart. My purse wasnt there. I asked at the customer service desk if any purses had been turned in and they said no. I went home, despondent, dejected, cursing myself. Now I was going to have to cancel all my credit cards (fat lot of good they were going to do to anyone, anyways), phone all these places to try to get more ID. What a hassle. But when I got home, there it was. Like magic. Someone had found it and drove it back to it's home. I was so happy. My husband was kind of like 'how could you leave your purse in a shopping cart?', which I suppose is a valid point. I could use the kids as an excuse and say that they distracted me, but in actuality I didn't have the kids with me. So there's no excuse, no other explanation. It's altzheimers. Soon my kids will be spooning me pureed applesauce and reminding me not to leave the stove on. Well, I guess I've had some good years. Anyway, alls well that ends well.
On to other issues. The hazelnut creamer. I bought another bottle of it on Monday and left it the fridge at work. Now I know that strictly speaking, it doesn't have to be refrigerated, but I found it vaguely disturbing to have it sitting out all night and then pour into my coffee and ingest it. It makes me seriously question what the hell is in that stuff that it doesn't go sour. So psychologically, I just feel better when I put it in the fridge. But things have gone much better this week. I bought the no fat kind ( remember- 'roll out the barrel') and this does not seem to be as popular with those greedy little gobblers. So I think I've solved two problems at once. I figure there was probably a gram or two of fat per serving of that stuff, so even by just drinking the no fat kind I could probably lose like about a pound in about eighteen months. So that should be good. I'll be a size eight again by the time I hit forty for sure.
Secondly, I fear I may be losing my mind. I don't know if Altzheimers can creep in this early or not, but I feel it slowly approaching. Yesterday there were two incidents that worried me. I went shopping at Wal Mart and went to return to my van. I turned the key to unlock it, and it wouldn't open. So I kept on trying and trying and was like 'what the hell?' Finally, I looked inside the van and noticed that it wasn't mine. Mine was parked a row over. Talk about emberassing. So then I went to my van, opened it up and put my stuff inside. Being the responsible customer that I am, I pushed my cart over to the little cart area and then returned to my vehicle. I drove home. When I got home I realized I didn't have my purse with me. Panic. So I drove like a madman (or madwoman, I guess) back to Wal Mart. My purse wasnt there. I asked at the customer service desk if any purses had been turned in and they said no. I went home, despondent, dejected, cursing myself. Now I was going to have to cancel all my credit cards (fat lot of good they were going to do to anyone, anyways), phone all these places to try to get more ID. What a hassle. But when I got home, there it was. Like magic. Someone had found it and drove it back to it's home. I was so happy. My husband was kind of like 'how could you leave your purse in a shopping cart?', which I suppose is a valid point. I could use the kids as an excuse and say that they distracted me, but in actuality I didn't have the kids with me. So there's no excuse, no other explanation. It's altzheimers. Soon my kids will be spooning me pureed applesauce and reminding me not to leave the stove on. Well, I guess I've had some good years. Anyway, alls well that ends well.
On to other issues. The hazelnut creamer. I bought another bottle of it on Monday and left it the fridge at work. Now I know that strictly speaking, it doesn't have to be refrigerated, but I found it vaguely disturbing to have it sitting out all night and then pour into my coffee and ingest it. It makes me seriously question what the hell is in that stuff that it doesn't go sour. So psychologically, I just feel better when I put it in the fridge. But things have gone much better this week. I bought the no fat kind ( remember- 'roll out the barrel') and this does not seem to be as popular with those greedy little gobblers. So I think I've solved two problems at once. I figure there was probably a gram or two of fat per serving of that stuff, so even by just drinking the no fat kind I could probably lose like about a pound in about eighteen months. So that should be good. I'll be a size eight again by the time I hit forty for sure.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Happy Anniversary Baby
So today is our anniversary, if you couldn't tell by the title of my blog. This may come as a surprise to my mother, who had my wedding date pegged as something TOTALLY different during a recent game of Trivial Pursuit the Randine Edition (Copyright Lorrie Sorowski productions, patent pending). She didn't even get the year right. Pu-Leez. So for those of you not in the know- this is our fourth year of wedded bliss. Or wedded something.
Our wedding night. A beautiful night. Romance. Tender kisses. Softly whisperd professations of love. This is how one might envision a wedding night. But ours was different. First of all our accomodations got all screwed up so we ended up sleeping in the cabin that had been henceforth unrentable because of some problems with the heating and lighting. And by problems with the heating and lighting- I mean NO heating or lighting. And then my husband decides to go off to someone elses cabin to party. I was like 'what am I supposed to do here'. He was like 'chill'. And so I did. Quite literally so. Mere hours into the marriage and there I was- cold, alone, and in the dark. Not quite how I pictured things. Geoff wasn't actually gone for long. It probably seemed longer than it was. Hard to have a sense of time when you're in the complete blackness. And so then we were totally intent on having s*x, not because we really wanted to but because we felt like we HAD to do it, on account it was our wedding night and all. So this resulted in a lengthy discussion/argument about who would have to be on top, because we were both too tired to really expend any energy. Anyways, it was a rather poor effort on both our parts, and would have to go down as one of my low points, sexually speaking, right next to that one rather unfortunate night with this one guy who was a real loser, thanks to a little too much merrity at the old tavern. Anyways, here we are now, four years later. Still married, despite our dreary beginning. Four years is actually four times longer than I ever thought we would be married. That first year was tough slugging. But I do go on.
Anyways, the good thing about spending your wedding night cold, alone and in the dark is that there is literally nowhere to go but up. So I can truly say that I am happier today that I was four years ago at this time. Although right at this precise moment I am not sure-- Payton is shrieking, the dog is puking and Gage is refusing to do his homework. I may have been cold and alone that night, but the key word there is ALONE. It's not such a bad thing.
Speaking of alone- my little Pooky is going to be going to my 'rents cabin tomorrow for the week. We shall miss her but it shall be a nice break. And when I say Pooky, just for the sake of clarity-- I mean Payton, not Geoff. I love him, but not that much.
Anyways, as far as marriage goes, things are good. Four years comes and goes quickly. Geoff is no picnic to be married to, let me tell you. In case you haven't noticed- he's not exactly Mr. Congeniality most of the time- or even half of the time. But you know, what can I say?? I have learned to accept him for who he is- flaws and all, and I have found that in four years he has become a much better man, husband and father. I am sure that for him, being married to me IS truly a picnic, as I know that I am without faults, so that's a lucky thing for him. One thing that I have noticed about Geoff when it comes to anniversaries is he ALWAYS buys me cards with cartoons on them. Every year I expect to get a really sweet, mushy card, and then I end up getting a card with Snoopy that has some cheesy line in it. Anyways, I had better be going. It is my anniversary after all, and I definately plan on getting it on. So I shall report on that later. TTFN.
Our wedding night. A beautiful night. Romance. Tender kisses. Softly whisperd professations of love. This is how one might envision a wedding night. But ours was different. First of all our accomodations got all screwed up so we ended up sleeping in the cabin that had been henceforth unrentable because of some problems with the heating and lighting. And by problems with the heating and lighting- I mean NO heating or lighting. And then my husband decides to go off to someone elses cabin to party. I was like 'what am I supposed to do here'. He was like 'chill'. And so I did. Quite literally so. Mere hours into the marriage and there I was- cold, alone, and in the dark. Not quite how I pictured things. Geoff wasn't actually gone for long. It probably seemed longer than it was. Hard to have a sense of time when you're in the complete blackness. And so then we were totally intent on having s*x, not because we really wanted to but because we felt like we HAD to do it, on account it was our wedding night and all. So this resulted in a lengthy discussion/argument about who would have to be on top, because we were both too tired to really expend any energy. Anyways, it was a rather poor effort on both our parts, and would have to go down as one of my low points, sexually speaking, right next to that one rather unfortunate night with this one guy who was a real loser, thanks to a little too much merrity at the old tavern. Anyways, here we are now, four years later. Still married, despite our dreary beginning. Four years is actually four times longer than I ever thought we would be married. That first year was tough slugging. But I do go on.
Anyways, the good thing about spending your wedding night cold, alone and in the dark is that there is literally nowhere to go but up. So I can truly say that I am happier today that I was four years ago at this time. Although right at this precise moment I am not sure-- Payton is shrieking, the dog is puking and Gage is refusing to do his homework. I may have been cold and alone that night, but the key word there is ALONE. It's not such a bad thing.
Speaking of alone- my little Pooky is going to be going to my 'rents cabin tomorrow for the week. We shall miss her but it shall be a nice break. And when I say Pooky, just for the sake of clarity-- I mean Payton, not Geoff. I love him, but not that much.
Anyways, as far as marriage goes, things are good. Four years comes and goes quickly. Geoff is no picnic to be married to, let me tell you. In case you haven't noticed- he's not exactly Mr. Congeniality most of the time- or even half of the time. But you know, what can I say?? I have learned to accept him for who he is- flaws and all, and I have found that in four years he has become a much better man, husband and father. I am sure that for him, being married to me IS truly a picnic, as I know that I am without faults, so that's a lucky thing for him. One thing that I have noticed about Geoff when it comes to anniversaries is he ALWAYS buys me cards with cartoons on them. Every year I expect to get a really sweet, mushy card, and then I end up getting a card with Snoopy that has some cheesy line in it. Anyways, I had better be going. It is my anniversary after all, and I definately plan on getting it on. So I shall report on that later. TTFN.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
The Great Hazelnut Heist
Let me see. Where to start. Well, I guess first of all, the biggest and most stressful thing that has happened was the Great Hazelnut Heist of last week. I brought with me when I went back to work a full bottle of hazelnut creamer and left it in the fridge. I only drink a cup of coffee a day so you would think this would last me a while. But on Friday I went to make a cup of coffee, and the creamer bottle was in the fridge- completely empty. This is a source of much frustration for me. Everyone at work denies using it- and believe me you I was very vocal about the fact that my creamer supply had been depleted. I don't know what to do. I write my name on it but it doesn't seem to be enough. I'll have to somehow devise a contraption so that the lid can only be opened with a lock and key.
The other news is that I've started taking my folic acid again. I'll tell you- a little bottle of folic acid can actually go a long way- a lot longer than a bottle of hazelnut cream that's for sure. So that has been good. Geoff hasn't actually agreed to trying again, but I'll worry about that later. It's a minor detail, and the way I look at it- sperm is a pretty cheap commodity. There are a number or routes to go to get some- some of which could be kind of fun. Anyways, we aren't using anything for contraception so I basically take that as implied agreement that he could live with another baby. Not that we'll necessarily have a baby. I just get pregnant but it never seems to lead to a baby. Well, better luck next time. I've read some stuff online and according to some sources, my chances are still good- 70% or so. So I think that is encouraging.
Unfortunately, there's not much else to report. I seem to be really very tired these days, so my creative energy is low. I'm really pumped about the new line up of TV shows. That should be exciting once they start up again. Anyhoo, I will try to do better next time. Peace out.
The other news is that I've started taking my folic acid again. I'll tell you- a little bottle of folic acid can actually go a long way- a lot longer than a bottle of hazelnut cream that's for sure. So that has been good. Geoff hasn't actually agreed to trying again, but I'll worry about that later. It's a minor detail, and the way I look at it- sperm is a pretty cheap commodity. There are a number or routes to go to get some- some of which could be kind of fun. Anyways, we aren't using anything for contraception so I basically take that as implied agreement that he could live with another baby. Not that we'll necessarily have a baby. I just get pregnant but it never seems to lead to a baby. Well, better luck next time. I've read some stuff online and according to some sources, my chances are still good- 70% or so. So I think that is encouraging.
Unfortunately, there's not much else to report. I seem to be really very tired these days, so my creative energy is low. I'm really pumped about the new line up of TV shows. That should be exciting once they start up again. Anyhoo, I will try to do better next time. Peace out.
Monday, September 10, 2007
On the blog again
Well, here I am. On the blog again. I have decided to make my blog public, because let's face it- it's not going to open the floodgates. There is not as wide an audience of people who are dying to read about my menstral cycles and pregnancy woes as you might think. So, that is that. I am going to remove some posts maybe. There is not a whole lot new with me.
One big thing is that I turned thirty recently. I didn't really want to turn 30. I don't know why. It's just kind of- you know. I feel old. And perhaps I am old. I seem to notice that I cannot jump on the trampoline without having to empty my bladder first in order to avoid certain problems from occuring. My bladder control is going south. Perhaps I will soon be in Depends. If that happens to me- try not to judge. It could happen to you if you were pregnant six times.
Speaking of pregnant six times, I got an appointment time for Oct 12 to see this new doc. An OBGYN dealy kind of doc. Hopefully she will be nice. Regretfully, she is not yet on RateMDs.com
so I can not dig any dirt on her. Most doctors are nice, though, so operating under that pretense, I'm sure it will be fine. It's a bit disapointing that its a month away, but what can you do? Things are going well though and I guess at this point I'm just glad that that last pregnancy is behind me because it was a difficult ordeal from the get go with my HCG being crap and so on and so forth. I am back at work and it wasn't so bad to be back.
The other news with me is that I took the plunge and did it... painted my kitchen. Some time ago there was some controversy over paint color (see 'More Decisions' Mar/07). I have decided to go with yellow, after Gails insightful comments that "yellow is the new taupe". I must say that it looks great and you are all invited to come and check it out. It was a bit of a pain to paint, shall we say it puts the 'pain' in 'paint'?? Get it. That's pretty funny. Almost as funny as my 'dime a dozen' joke. For those of you who don't know it- you'll have to wait until my stand up act comes out to here. I don't want to say too much right now. But it's funny. Anyways, as I said, the kitchen looks good. I am enjoying it quite a bit.
So basically, that is all. There is more to write about being 30, but it's too much to get into right now. Perhaps next time. Toodles.
One big thing is that I turned thirty recently. I didn't really want to turn 30. I don't know why. It's just kind of- you know. I feel old. And perhaps I am old. I seem to notice that I cannot jump on the trampoline without having to empty my bladder first in order to avoid certain problems from occuring. My bladder control is going south. Perhaps I will soon be in Depends. If that happens to me- try not to judge. It could happen to you if you were pregnant six times.
Speaking of pregnant six times, I got an appointment time for Oct 12 to see this new doc. An OBGYN dealy kind of doc. Hopefully she will be nice. Regretfully, she is not yet on RateMDs.com
so I can not dig any dirt on her. Most doctors are nice, though, so operating under that pretense, I'm sure it will be fine. It's a bit disapointing that its a month away, but what can you do? Things are going well though and I guess at this point I'm just glad that that last pregnancy is behind me because it was a difficult ordeal from the get go with my HCG being crap and so on and so forth. I am back at work and it wasn't so bad to be back.
The other news with me is that I took the plunge and did it... painted my kitchen. Some time ago there was some controversy over paint color (see 'More Decisions' Mar/07). I have decided to go with yellow, after Gails insightful comments that "yellow is the new taupe". I must say that it looks great and you are all invited to come and check it out. It was a bit of a pain to paint, shall we say it puts the 'pain' in 'paint'?? Get it. That's pretty funny. Almost as funny as my 'dime a dozen' joke. For those of you who don't know it- you'll have to wait until my stand up act comes out to here. I don't want to say too much right now. But it's funny. Anyways, as I said, the kitchen looks good. I am enjoying it quite a bit.
So basically, that is all. There is more to write about being 30, but it's too much to get into right now. Perhaps next time. Toodles.
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