Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Friday, October 03, 2008
She's Gone.
Nani is gone. The vet said she had cancer. There is a huge cockatiel-sized hole in my heart.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
My "Baby" is Sick. :-(
No, not Miss N. I mean, not my human child, Miss N. My 10.5 year old cockatiel, Nani, is currently spending the night in a heated, oxygenated cage at the emergency avian vet in a town that is roughly 30 miles from our home.
I'd noticed the last week or so that she'd been sleeping with her head under her wing a lot. I didn't think too much of it. And then today I noticed she was having a hard time moving around the cage. She was struggling to get up onto the perch where her food dish is. I took her out of the cage and she could barely hold her wings up, she was so weak.
I went into panic mode. I started calling vets trying to get her an appointment immediately. This was at 5 pm, and most of them closed at 6 and weren't willing to stay open late. So Brad offered to take her to the emergency vet.
I had worship team rehearsal tonight, so I called a friend from my playgroup who lives VERY close to our church, and asked her if she could watch Miss N (my human child!) for an hour or so while I attended rehearsal. She was willing and able, and I am so very thankful for her!
Brad was home when we got back to the house. He said the vet said she was encouraged by the fact that Nani was eating and moving around some more. The vet called a little later and said they were trying to take blood but couldn't get a vein, so they gave Nani some fluids and tried again a little later, and were still not successful, so they'd keep trying. They said she's more active now, which is a good thing.
The vet said it could be one of three things: a kidney problem, which they can do little about (and which I suspect because of how her stools have been over the past couple of years), cancer, which they could possibly operate on and successfully remove, or a bug that could be beat with antibiotics. We're obviously praying for the last one and for our baby bird to be healed! We won't know anything until they can run the blood tests, and they have to be able to get blood for that.
I'd noticed the last week or so that she'd been sleeping with her head under her wing a lot. I didn't think too much of it. And then today I noticed she was having a hard time moving around the cage. She was struggling to get up onto the perch where her food dish is. I took her out of the cage and she could barely hold her wings up, she was so weak.
I went into panic mode. I started calling vets trying to get her an appointment immediately. This was at 5 pm, and most of them closed at 6 and weren't willing to stay open late. So Brad offered to take her to the emergency vet.
I had worship team rehearsal tonight, so I called a friend from my playgroup who lives VERY close to our church, and asked her if she could watch Miss N (my human child!) for an hour or so while I attended rehearsal. She was willing and able, and I am so very thankful for her!
Brad was home when we got back to the house. He said the vet said she was encouraged by the fact that Nani was eating and moving around some more. The vet called a little later and said they were trying to take blood but couldn't get a vein, so they gave Nani some fluids and tried again a little later, and were still not successful, so they'd keep trying. They said she's more active now, which is a good thing.
The vet said it could be one of three things: a kidney problem, which they can do little about (and which I suspect because of how her stools have been over the past couple of years), cancer, which they could possibly operate on and successfully remove, or a bug that could be beat with antibiotics. We're obviously praying for the last one and for our baby bird to be healed! We won't know anything until they can run the blood tests, and they have to be able to get blood for that.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Lens Filters are a GOOD THING
Well, sort of...
If you bump your camera lens against something, your lens filter will protect your lens. The good news is that this was a $20 filter on a $200 lens. The bad news is that this was much more than just a bump...the impact was strong enough to jam the filter out of the threading and down into the lens, and messed up the zoom and focus rings. They move, but not smoothly! I have no idea if I'll be able to get the filter off of the lens. Thankfully, it was my cheap kit lens and not one of my more expensive lenses - THAT would have made me really mad.
In case you're wondering, this happened over two weeks ago. I stepped off a curb I didn't see (don't ask how). I sprained my ankle and broke a bone in my leg. It sounds much more dramatic than it actually is - the broken bone was the very tip of my fibula (the little bone on the outside of the leg). I'm walking around ok and am able to drive, praise God! I do not know what I would have done if Miss N and I were cooped up in the house for four to six weeks!
If you bump your camera lens against something, your lens filter will protect your lens. The good news is that this was a $20 filter on a $200 lens. The bad news is that this was much more than just a bump...the impact was strong enough to jam the filter out of the threading and down into the lens, and messed up the zoom and focus rings. They move, but not smoothly! I have no idea if I'll be able to get the filter off of the lens. Thankfully, it was my cheap kit lens and not one of my more expensive lenses - THAT would have made me really mad.
In case you're wondering, this happened over two weeks ago. I stepped off a curb I didn't see (don't ask how). I sprained my ankle and broke a bone in my leg. It sounds much more dramatic than it actually is - the broken bone was the very tip of my fibula (the little bone on the outside of the leg). I'm walking around ok and am able to drive, praise God! I do not know what I would have done if Miss N and I were cooped up in the house for four to six weeks!
Not So Much...
Rule of physics: when a toddler drops a crayon from a height of 3 feet onto a hard, tile floor, that crayon will NOT be "Hard to break!"
Photo Meme
Tagged by Becca, sort of! She says, "If you read my blog and you are cool enough to do this, then you should."
Go take a picture of things in your house AS THEY ARE RIGHT NOW! No fixing before you snap the picture!
1. My Closet-
If we had it to do over again, we wouldn't have the builder install any of those shelves or rods. We plan to redesign it and tear it all out and install Elfa, probably this January when Container Store does their big 30% off sale!
2. Kitchen Sink
Ahhh, a clean, shiny kitchen sink. Thank you, FlyLady!
3. Toilet in Main Bathroom-
Exciting stuff, huh?
4. Kids in their best form-
She was quite frustrated that she couldn't get that brown shoe off in order to put her other pink Croc on.
5. A Beautiful place I want to visit:
Treasure Cay, Abaco Island, Bahamas
6. Something I do not enjoy:
I HATE folding laundry! HATE HATE HATE!
7. My Fridge and freezer:
You can see all of the fridge clutter is on the side so I don't have to look at it all the time. Miss N brings home one piece of artwork from MDO each day (so 2 per week). I put one on the front of the fridge and replace it with the newest piece each time.
8. My Favorite room-
Right now this is my favorite room because it is 90% done. We still have stuff to hang on the walls and some decor to put on top of the bookcases, but it gives me hope that the rest of our house will be complete some day!
9. Self Portrait-
This was the best I could get.
10. My favorite shoes-
I LOVE these shoes on Miss N!
And these are my favorites to wear. They're probably horrifically out of style, but I don't care, they're still cute!
If you read this, guess what? Tag, you're it, NO TAG BACKS! :-)
Go take a picture of things in your house AS THEY ARE RIGHT NOW! No fixing before you snap the picture!
1. My Closet-
If we had it to do over again, we wouldn't have the builder install any of those shelves or rods. We plan to redesign it and tear it all out and install Elfa, probably this January when Container Store does their big 30% off sale!
2. Kitchen Sink
Ahhh, a clean, shiny kitchen sink. Thank you, FlyLady!
3. Toilet in Main Bathroom-
Exciting stuff, huh?
4. Kids in their best form-
She was quite frustrated that she couldn't get that brown shoe off in order to put her other pink Croc on.
5. A Beautiful place I want to visit:
Treasure Cay, Abaco Island, Bahamas
6. Something I do not enjoy:
I HATE folding laundry! HATE HATE HATE!
7. My Fridge and freezer:
You can see all of the fridge clutter is on the side so I don't have to look at it all the time. Miss N brings home one piece of artwork from MDO each day (so 2 per week). I put one on the front of the fridge and replace it with the newest piece each time.
8. My Favorite room-
Right now this is my favorite room because it is 90% done. We still have stuff to hang on the walls and some decor to put on top of the bookcases, but it gives me hope that the rest of our house will be complete some day!
9. Self Portrait-
This was the best I could get.
10. My favorite shoes-
I LOVE these shoes on Miss N!
And these are my favorites to wear. They're probably horrifically out of style, but I don't care, they're still cute!
If you read this, guess what? Tag, you're it, NO TAG BACKS! :-)
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
In Honor of Labor Day (a couple of days late)
Saw this on Jess' blog and was instructed to complete it!
How long was your labor?
5 hours
How did you know you were in labor?
my water broke
Where did you deliver?
at home, in a nice warm tub of water!
Drugs?
No way!!!
C-section?
Nope
Who delivered?
I DID!
How long was your labor?
5 hours
How did you know you were in labor?
my water broke
Where did you deliver?
at home, in a nice warm tub of water!
Drugs?
No way!!!
C-section?
Nope
Who delivered?
I DID!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Happy Anniversary!
Brad and I have been married four years today. One thousand, four hundred sixty-one days, and a handful of hours. It's really hard to believe that it was four years ago that we became husband and wife. It's been quite an adventure, full of fun and several challenges. I know that with our foundation built on Christ that we will successfully weather any storm that may come along.
I'm a very blessed woman to have such a wonderful husband who truly knows what it means to follow Christ and lead our family.
Here are some photos of us from our wedding day. If you want to see more details, visit Our Wedding Web Page. The wedding highlights video link doesn't work any more, but I haven't had any desire to update the web page.
To celebrate the day, I cooked Brad's favorite meal, sauerbraten and mashed potatoes. Yesterday he brought home a dozen red roses for me and one hot pink rose for Nyssa (so sweet!). He told me last night that when I went to bed, I couldn't get back up until in the morning. I had no idea what kind of surprise I'd be waking up to! When I left the bedroom in the morning, there was a piece of computer printer paper with a smiley face printed on it that was taped to the wall facing the bedroom door. As I rounded the corner, I spotted two more pieces of computer paper with prints of ducks on them (we have an inside joke about ducks that goes all the way back to our third date). And then I spotted the larger-than-life love letter he had written to me, printed out on over 200 sheets of paper and taped to the longest wall of our living room. I was blown away by his creativity, as well as the sweet letter he wrote to me (no, I won't be sharing it). There was another two sentence letter on the wall in the entry of our home, and he had scattered more prints of random ducks on the walls in the main living area. He also had taped Howard (the duck that started the whole inside joke about ducks) to the wall with a letter (we've been doing that for over five years now!).
After dinner we exchanged gifts - the fourth anniversary gift is supposed to be fruit/flowers (traditional) and appliances (modern). I ordered him six bottles of St. Lucia banana ketchup, which he fell in love with on our honeymoon to St. Lucia. I figured since banana is a fruit, that counts! And he got me the latest Flip video camera, which was originally on my Christmas list for this year. I can't wait to really use it and post lots of fun videos over on Nyssa's blog.
Tomorrow night we are going out for dinner to Ruth's Cris. I'll have more photos to share tomorrow!
I'm a very blessed woman to have such a wonderful husband who truly knows what it means to follow Christ and lead our family.
Here are some photos of us from our wedding day. If you want to see more details, visit Our Wedding Web Page. The wedding highlights video link doesn't work any more, but I haven't had any desire to update the web page.
To celebrate the day, I cooked Brad's favorite meal, sauerbraten and mashed potatoes. Yesterday he brought home a dozen red roses for me and one hot pink rose for Nyssa (so sweet!). He told me last night that when I went to bed, I couldn't get back up until in the morning. I had no idea what kind of surprise I'd be waking up to! When I left the bedroom in the morning, there was a piece of computer printer paper with a smiley face printed on it that was taped to the wall facing the bedroom door. As I rounded the corner, I spotted two more pieces of computer paper with prints of ducks on them (we have an inside joke about ducks that goes all the way back to our third date). And then I spotted the larger-than-life love letter he had written to me, printed out on over 200 sheets of paper and taped to the longest wall of our living room. I was blown away by his creativity, as well as the sweet letter he wrote to me (no, I won't be sharing it). There was another two sentence letter on the wall in the entry of our home, and he had scattered more prints of random ducks on the walls in the main living area. He also had taped Howard (the duck that started the whole inside joke about ducks) to the wall with a letter (we've been doing that for over five years now!).
After dinner we exchanged gifts - the fourth anniversary gift is supposed to be fruit/flowers (traditional) and appliances (modern). I ordered him six bottles of St. Lucia banana ketchup, which he fell in love with on our honeymoon to St. Lucia. I figured since banana is a fruit, that counts! And he got me the latest Flip video camera, which was originally on my Christmas list for this year. I can't wait to really use it and post lots of fun videos over on Nyssa's blog.
Tomorrow night we are going out for dinner to Ruth's Cris. I'll have more photos to share tomorrow!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Stud Finder of Odd Proportions
I hate conventional stud finders. We have never been able to get one to work properly, as evidenced by the nine or so holes that are hidden behind the giant blue marlin that is hanging in the photography studio. There were another sixteen holes in the wall of our apartment where he was hanging in our living room for the same reason.
A few weeks ago I sat down with my 1994 copy of Reader's Digest Household Hints and Tips. It mentioned the use of a strong magnet to locate the studs in the walls of your house. I was skeptical but figured it had to be better than nailing hole after hole after hole hoping to hit the 2x4 on the first try.
What do you know! It actually works! You start by locating the poorly spackled nail hole in the baseboard.
Then you take your magnetic Tot Lok (any other strong magnet will work, the Tot Lok is just the one we happened to have handy) and starting at the baseboard, move your way up in a straight line, following the magnet until it is at the height you want to place your nail. You'll feel the magnet stick every few inches.
Quite ingenious, no? Too bad I didn't think of it myself, many moons ago!
A few weeks ago I sat down with my 1994 copy of Reader's Digest Household Hints and Tips. It mentioned the use of a strong magnet to locate the studs in the walls of your house. I was skeptical but figured it had to be better than nailing hole after hole after hole hoping to hit the 2x4 on the first try.
What do you know! It actually works! You start by locating the poorly spackled nail hole in the baseboard.
Then you take your magnetic Tot Lok (any other strong magnet will work, the Tot Lok is just the one we happened to have handy) and starting at the baseboard, move your way up in a straight line, following the magnet until it is at the height you want to place your nail. You'll feel the magnet stick every few inches.
Quite ingenious, no? Too bad I didn't think of it myself, many moons ago!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Sunday, June 01, 2008
I *heart* Dr. Sears
"Babies will wean and someday they will sleep through the night. This high maintenance stage of nighttime parenting will pass. The time in your arms, at your breast, and in your bed is a relatively short while in the life of a baby, yet the memories of love and availability last forever. "
This is why we 1) cosleep and 2) REFUSE REFUSE REFUSE to sleep train our daughter to go to sleep on her own.
I do not want to send the message to her that we are only available to her during the day. I want her to learn that (to use Dr. Sears' phrasing) sleep is a pleasant state to enter into and a safe state to remain in. I do not believe that leaving her to cry alone until she falls asleep will accomplish those goals.
I'm not criticizing any other parent for choosing to use the cry-it-out method to get their children to sleep. I believe that, generally speaking, parents do what they feel is best for their families based on their own beliefs and principles when it comes to raising children. So why do I not get the same courtesy from other parents? If I'm venting about having trouble with sleeping, just offer some sympathy and encouraging words: "This too shall pass."
This is why we 1) cosleep and 2) REFUSE REFUSE REFUSE to sleep train our daughter to go to sleep on her own.
I do not want to send the message to her that we are only available to her during the day. I want her to learn that (to use Dr. Sears' phrasing) sleep is a pleasant state to enter into and a safe state to remain in. I do not believe that leaving her to cry alone until she falls asleep will accomplish those goals.
I'm not criticizing any other parent for choosing to use the cry-it-out method to get their children to sleep. I believe that, generally speaking, parents do what they feel is best for their families based on their own beliefs and principles when it comes to raising children. So why do I not get the same courtesy from other parents? If I'm venting about having trouble with sleeping, just offer some sympathy and encouraging words: "This too shall pass."
Saturday, May 31, 2008
WRONG!!!
Um, wrong. There is ONE person in the US that has MY NAME....
DUH!
Who writes these programs?!
Friday, May 30, 2008
Bachelorette Party
You know you're in trouble, when you Google, "Name-of-hometown Nightlife" and the only thing that pops up is the local historical downtown movie theatre.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Halfway House?
So as of yesterday, there are now seven beating hearts living in our house. No, I'm not pregnant! I just have a 3-week-old cottontail bunny living inside a plastic box in our bathroom right now. He's a temporary resident and will be returned to the "wild" (aka our yard) probably this weekend.
A storm came up yesterday mid-morning and the wind that preceded the storm was blowing our empty 5-gallon plastic water jugs all over the front porch. I stepped outside and glanced down at the planter that sits right outside the front door. I noticed something out of place...there was a tennis-ball-sized pile of fluff sitting huddled between the wall and the container. It startled me and I exclaimed, "OMG What IS THAT?!" I quickly realized it was a baby bunny. Great. I figured out he had probably been disturbed when the landscape guys came that morning to mow our grass (we have landscape guys because Brad is HIGHLY allergic to most grasses and weeds, I just refuse to mow, and N isn't tall or strong enough to push a mower yet).
Hilarity ensued...after talking to my friend Kimberly (who had recently had the same problem, except there were TWO bunnies invovled in her case, and they were much younger) I decided to set some water and spinach out for him. Well, in doing so, I frightened him and he darted off to the end of the porch. Now he was huddled next to the wall and under the porch railing, but remember the storm I mentioned was coming? Well, it had arrived and the wind was blowing sideways, soaking this poor rabbit.
I ran to the garage to get the stroller and my umbrella. I secured Nyssa in the stroller and set her in the front door where she could see me but wasn't getting soaked like I was about to be. I then opened the umbrella, walked around the porch in the pouring rain, and poked the bunny back toward his original hideout. I had to nudge him a couple of times, but he ended up back where he was, except now he was quite wet, poor thing.
I then got an email from a wildlife rehabilitation lady (http://www.rescuedrabbits.org/), who advised me to get the rabbit, put him in a small shoebox lined with a t-shirt, and set the shoebox on a heating pad set on medium. Then she sent me a Power Point presentation that showed Eastern Cottontails in various stages of development, from birth to adulthood. She asked me to guess how old the bunny was. I figured 2.5-3.5 weeks, and then sent her a picture, which she confirmed was probably a 3-week old bunny.
She said I could either get him to her later that evening, or she could tell me how to care for him over the next few days. We opted to care for him ourselves. She advised us to put him in a tall box, keep part of that box on a heating pad, and to provide water in a shallow dish and give him cut grass from our yard for him to eat. She also listed some of their other favorite foods (dandelions, pansies, petunias, hibiscus), but I don't have any of those so he's just getting grass!
I found out a little later that they don't eat spinach. She advised against giving apples and carrots since they don't get those in the wild.
So I put the little shoe box inside a big clear plastic box and then set a baby gate on top of that. I realized that evening that rabbits are nocturnal! He was bumping around a bit while I was trying to fall asleep, and then he was quiet through the night. And then at dawn, he started bumping around again. Silly guy! When I went to check on him after I got up this morning, I panicked, because I didn't see him at first. He had burrowed underneath the t-shirt that was in the shoe box. I uncovered his head, worried about him getting enough oxygen. He was probably fine, but the mom in me was concerned.
I'll post a photo of his latest set up later.
A storm came up yesterday mid-morning and the wind that preceded the storm was blowing our empty 5-gallon plastic water jugs all over the front porch. I stepped outside and glanced down at the planter that sits right outside the front door. I noticed something out of place...there was a tennis-ball-sized pile of fluff sitting huddled between the wall and the container. It startled me and I exclaimed, "OMG What IS THAT?!" I quickly realized it was a baby bunny. Great. I figured out he had probably been disturbed when the landscape guys came that morning to mow our grass (we have landscape guys because Brad is HIGHLY allergic to most grasses and weeds, I just refuse to mow, and N isn't tall or strong enough to push a mower yet).
Hilarity ensued...after talking to my friend Kimberly (who had recently had the same problem, except there were TWO bunnies invovled in her case, and they were much younger) I decided to set some water and spinach out for him. Well, in doing so, I frightened him and he darted off to the end of the porch. Now he was huddled next to the wall and under the porch railing, but remember the storm I mentioned was coming? Well, it had arrived and the wind was blowing sideways, soaking this poor rabbit.
I ran to the garage to get the stroller and my umbrella. I secured Nyssa in the stroller and set her in the front door where she could see me but wasn't getting soaked like I was about to be. I then opened the umbrella, walked around the porch in the pouring rain, and poked the bunny back toward his original hideout. I had to nudge him a couple of times, but he ended up back where he was, except now he was quite wet, poor thing.
I then got an email from a wildlife rehabilitation lady (http://www.rescuedrabbits.org/), who advised me to get the rabbit, put him in a small shoebox lined with a t-shirt, and set the shoebox on a heating pad set on medium. Then she sent me a Power Point presentation that showed Eastern Cottontails in various stages of development, from birth to adulthood. She asked me to guess how old the bunny was. I figured 2.5-3.5 weeks, and then sent her a picture, which she confirmed was probably a 3-week old bunny.
She said I could either get him to her later that evening, or she could tell me how to care for him over the next few days. We opted to care for him ourselves. She advised us to put him in a tall box, keep part of that box on a heating pad, and to provide water in a shallow dish and give him cut grass from our yard for him to eat. She also listed some of their other favorite foods (dandelions, pansies, petunias, hibiscus), but I don't have any of those so he's just getting grass!
I found out a little later that they don't eat spinach. She advised against giving apples and carrots since they don't get those in the wild.
So I put the little shoe box inside a big clear plastic box and then set a baby gate on top of that. I realized that evening that rabbits are nocturnal! He was bumping around a bit while I was trying to fall asleep, and then he was quiet through the night. And then at dawn, he started bumping around again. Silly guy! When I went to check on him after I got up this morning, I panicked, because I didn't see him at first. He had burrowed underneath the t-shirt that was in the shoe box. I uncovered his head, worried about him getting enough oxygen. He was probably fine, but the mom in me was concerned.
I'll post a photo of his latest set up later.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Why I Love Dr. Sears
It's no secret that I am a HUGE fan of Dr. Sears.
This is my latest favorite quote of his.
"To expect a curious two-year-old to be a model of obedience in a supermarket that is set up to make adults act impulsively is unrealistic."
This is my latest favorite quote of his.
"To expect a curious two-year-old to be a model of obedience in a supermarket that is set up to make adults act impulsively is unrealistic."
High Fructose Corn Syrup
I have been avoiding almost all products that contain high fructose corn syrup (HFCS) for a while now. It started when we found out Brad had a corn allergy. And then I started doing some reading about how awful HFCS is, and so far this is my favorite paragraph about it:
"If nothing else, think of high fructose corn syrup as a giant red flag that says 'I’m heavily processed! I’ve lost most of my nutritional value! The people who made me took the cheap way out, because they care more about profits than quality! You don’t want to eat me!'"
from http://cleanerplateclub.wordpress.com/2007/06/20/take-the-high-fructose-corn-syrup-challenge/.
I think the only thing in our cabinets that contains the stuff is my jar of Miracle Whip lite and the bottle of Lea & Perrins worcestershire sauce, both of which will be going into the trash tomorrow. I learned from a couple of different Canadians that the Lea and Perrins sold in Canada does NOT contain the HFCS. I bought some other brand from Whole Foods, but may have to get my friend in Canada to send me a bottle or three of the Lea & Perrins if the Whole Foods brand doesn't taste right.
As for the Miracle Whip, I'm going to just have to start eating my sandwiches dry.
"If nothing else, think of high fructose corn syrup as a giant red flag that says 'I’m heavily processed! I’ve lost most of my nutritional value! The people who made me took the cheap way out, because they care more about profits than quality! You don’t want to eat me!'"
from http://cleanerplateclub.wordpress.com/2007/06/20/take-the-high-fructose-corn-syrup-challenge/.
I think the only thing in our cabinets that contains the stuff is my jar of Miracle Whip lite and the bottle of Lea & Perrins worcestershire sauce, both of which will be going into the trash tomorrow. I learned from a couple of different Canadians that the Lea and Perrins sold in Canada does NOT contain the HFCS. I bought some other brand from Whole Foods, but may have to get my friend in Canada to send me a bottle or three of the Lea & Perrins if the Whole Foods brand doesn't taste right.
As for the Miracle Whip, I'm going to just have to start eating my sandwiches dry.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Free on Craigslist!
Need some entertainment? Check out what's being offered for free on Craigslist sometime!
Free Toilets. slightly used in good condition
Ok, yuck.
2 Epson inkjet printers- don't work
Old Dirty Gas Grill PLEASE COME GET IT -
I know why people post these, but it still cracks me up.
***Need shade trees?*** FREE Maple trees you dig up -
Nice way to get revenge on your neighbor.
Bees and Beehive-Please take away
Um, yeah. Good luck with that.
Old, dirty, stained, stinky furniture
I'm guessing this person didn't major in marketing.
free small clown cake
I had extra cake batter and frosting and made a small clown cake. Pick up soon please. Lewisville off 121 and 35 thanks!
While I suppose this is a nice gesture, it falls into the, "Don't take candy from strangers," category.
COLOSTOMY SUPPLIES -
I have a box of leftover supplies from my colostomy and would like for someone to have these that really need them. They are very expensive and already paid for so I would like for them to go for someone's good use.
I have no words.
Fish tank & all supplies, litter box, framed pictures, phones etc
Wow, these fish are litter-box trained, and have a nice set-up with framed photos and phones!
2 Empty Buckets -
Ok, random! The post even included a photo. They were joint compound buckets.
FREE SHRUBBERY
Not so funny if you haven't seen Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail.
FREE : Two Used Tires to good home
Why do they care if the tires go to a good home? What constitutes a good home for used tires, anyway?
FREE MINT GROWING IN MY BACK YARD
This was just weird and random and bound to bring crazies out of the woodwork!
Free Toilets. slightly used in good condition
Ok, yuck.
2 Epson inkjet printers- don't work
Old Dirty Gas Grill PLEASE COME GET IT -
I know why people post these, but it still cracks me up.
***Need shade trees?*** FREE Maple trees you dig up -
Nice way to get revenge on your neighbor.
Bees and Beehive-Please take away
Um, yeah. Good luck with that.
Old, dirty, stained, stinky furniture
I'm guessing this person didn't major in marketing.
free small clown cake
I had extra cake batter and frosting and made a small clown cake. Pick up soon please. Lewisville off 121 and 35 thanks!
While I suppose this is a nice gesture, it falls into the, "Don't take candy from strangers," category.
COLOSTOMY SUPPLIES -
I have a box of leftover supplies from my colostomy and would like for someone to have these that really need them. They are very expensive and already paid for so I would like for them to go for someone's good use.
I have no words.
Fish tank & all supplies, litter box, framed pictures, phones etc
Wow, these fish are litter-box trained, and have a nice set-up with framed photos and phones!
2 Empty Buckets -
Ok, random! The post even included a photo. They were joint compound buckets.
FREE SHRUBBERY
Not so funny if you haven't seen Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail.
FREE : Two Used Tires to good home
Why do they care if the tires go to a good home? What constitutes a good home for used tires, anyway?
FREE MINT GROWING IN MY BACK YARD
This was just weird and random and bound to bring crazies out of the woodwork!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Tagged
Here are the rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people and post a comment to the person who tagged you once you’ve posted your three sentences.
So since the nearest books were "Shiny Touchy Smelly" - no words, "Happy Baby 123" - not 123 pages, and "Moo, Baa, La La La" - also short on pages, I got up and walked into the study to get a book that had 123 pages.
"Women admitted to the hospital in early labor or prelabor may be more likely to have labor interventions. If you have reached the point in pregnancy when labor looms even larger than you do, you have almost certainly considered pain relief medication for labor. Obstetric management offers only two options: injected narcotics and epidurals."
From Henci Goer's _The Thinking Woman's Guide to a Better Birth._
No, I'm not pregnant. I lent the book to a friend and just got it back a couple of weeks ago, and hadn't bothered to return it to its proper place on my bookshelf yet.
Tagging: April, Erin, Adri, Lynn, and Misty. And anyone else that wants to participate.
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people and post a comment to the person who tagged you once you’ve posted your three sentences.
So since the nearest books were "Shiny Touchy Smelly" - no words, "Happy Baby 123" - not 123 pages, and "Moo, Baa, La La La" - also short on pages, I got up and walked into the study to get a book that had 123 pages.
"Women admitted to the hospital in early labor or prelabor may be more likely to have labor interventions. If you have reached the point in pregnancy when labor looms even larger than you do, you have almost certainly considered pain relief medication for labor. Obstetric management offers only two options: injected narcotics and epidurals."
From Henci Goer's _The Thinking Woman's Guide to a Better Birth._
No, I'm not pregnant. I lent the book to a friend and just got it back a couple of weeks ago, and hadn't bothered to return it to its proper place on my bookshelf yet.
Tagging: April, Erin, Adri, Lynn, and Misty. And anyone else that wants to participate.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Best laid plans...
Yesterday evening Brad could tell I needed a break, so he sent me out for some retail therapy. I headed to Michaels, where I stumbled upon a fabulous sale - 60% off all of these super-cute cottage-style decorations (photos are over on the house blog). I instantly knew that I had to have these things for our downstairs bathroom. I picked out several pieces and decided it was time to pick a color for the bathroom walls. I selected a couple of shades of paints and decided that the next morning N and I would head to the paint store and buy samples so I could choose one color and get started on painting.
Since it was really nice outside, I decided we should walk to the paint store. I mean, it was only a half-mile from our house - literally around the corner - the weather was great, I could use the exercise, I wouldn't have to get N in and out of her car seat just to go a half-mile, fuel prices are really high (ok, so that wasn't really any motivation for not driving, I mean, it was ONLY a half-mile away!), I had lots of great reasons why I should walk. Brad asked me if I was sure I wanted to walk there, and I insisted that it was a good idea.
It turns out I should listen to my husband more. He is wise. Wise enough not to try and convince his stubborn wife that she really should just get in the car and drive the half-mile to the paint store.
I loaded N up in the stroller, gave her a little scrapbook that happens to be her favorite right now, and off we went.
About three-quarters of the way there, I was reminded of Shel Silverstein. The sidewalk ended. Not only was our nice paved surface gone, but so was the flat terrain. All of a sudden, we were presented with an uneven, hilly area that was extremely difficult to navigate with a 20 pound stroller and a 21 pound toddler. And when the hill finally flattened and the sidewalk picked back up, it was over a bridge and the sidewalk was just as wide as my stroller. And then the sidewalk ended again! We walked through a parking lot, only to find that there was no sidewalk along the MAJOR road (think three lanes of traffic on each side!), so now I was pushing the stroller across the grass just a few feet from cars and trucks driving 50 mph or more. It was nerve-wracking to say the least!
We did make it to the paint store safely, selected the paint and a few supplies, and then I called Brad to see if he was close enough to come pick us up, as I was dreading the walk back home. Unfortunately, he was a couple of towns away (so probably just 15 minutes, plus the time to go home and pick up the car seat) and I decided I'd suck it up and walk back home. Fortunately, I had had the foresight to put the Beco in the basket of the stroller, just in case. I ended up putting N on my back, since the stroller without 21 pounds of toddler would be easier to manage on that stupid hilly terrain. Once we reached the sidewalk again, I returned N to the stroller as it really was too hot to wear her and continue to walk home.
Since it was really nice outside, I decided we should walk to the paint store. I mean, it was only a half-mile from our house - literally around the corner - the weather was great, I could use the exercise, I wouldn't have to get N in and out of her car seat just to go a half-mile, fuel prices are really high (ok, so that wasn't really any motivation for not driving, I mean, it was ONLY a half-mile away!), I had lots of great reasons why I should walk. Brad asked me if I was sure I wanted to walk there, and I insisted that it was a good idea.
It turns out I should listen to my husband more. He is wise. Wise enough not to try and convince his stubborn wife that she really should just get in the car and drive the half-mile to the paint store.
I loaded N up in the stroller, gave her a little scrapbook that happens to be her favorite right now, and off we went.
About three-quarters of the way there, I was reminded of Shel Silverstein. The sidewalk ended. Not only was our nice paved surface gone, but so was the flat terrain. All of a sudden, we were presented with an uneven, hilly area that was extremely difficult to navigate with a 20 pound stroller and a 21 pound toddler. And when the hill finally flattened and the sidewalk picked back up, it was over a bridge and the sidewalk was just as wide as my stroller. And then the sidewalk ended again! We walked through a parking lot, only to find that there was no sidewalk along the MAJOR road (think three lanes of traffic on each side!), so now I was pushing the stroller across the grass just a few feet from cars and trucks driving 50 mph or more. It was nerve-wracking to say the least!
We did make it to the paint store safely, selected the paint and a few supplies, and then I called Brad to see if he was close enough to come pick us up, as I was dreading the walk back home. Unfortunately, he was a couple of towns away (so probably just 15 minutes, plus the time to go home and pick up the car seat) and I decided I'd suck it up and walk back home. Fortunately, I had had the foresight to put the Beco in the basket of the stroller, just in case. I ended up putting N on my back, since the stroller without 21 pounds of toddler would be easier to manage on that stupid hilly terrain. Once we reached the sidewalk again, I returned N to the stroller as it really was too hot to wear her and continue to walk home.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
A Word to the Wise...
If you want to spend four days gimping around like you're a hundred and thirty years old, then I recommend that you do squats to failure. That means that you tap your hiney to a chair (without actually sitting down) until you simply cannot return to a standing position any longer.
I confess, I did quit probably a few squats before total failure, since Miss N was getting rather impatient sitting in her stroller watching her crazy mommy sit down and stand back up again, over and over, to the tune of a hundred and five times.
And boy, let me tell you, simple movements like standing, sitting, rolling over in bed, getting in and out of the car, etc! have become unbelievably difficult in the last few days. I know I've been rather comical to watch moving around the house. I even caught my foot on the door frame of our bathroom and my TODDLER laughed at me! Eesh.
The last time I remember being this sore was right after giving birth. The time before that was after the White Rock half-marathon in December of 2003.
What prompted me to do such a thing in the first place? Well, our StrollerFit instructor has issued another 6-week total body challenge. Last year we just took measurements. This year she's added in a few physical challenges as well: total situps in 60 seconds (I HATE situps! Crunches are good, situps SUCK), pushups to failure, and squats to failure. As my workout buddy Becky pointed out, I'm going to have to beat my initial count of 105 on the squats in 6 weeks. Right now I don't see that happening, not because I don't think I will get stronger and can do more by then, but because I do not want to be this sore again for a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time. Back when I was working a desk job, it wasn't a big deal. My job now requires me to be a LOT more active - I spend a lot of time going from sitting in the floor to standing and am on my feet and walking around a lot more than I used to!
I confess, I did quit probably a few squats before total failure, since Miss N was getting rather impatient sitting in her stroller watching her crazy mommy sit down and stand back up again, over and over, to the tune of a hundred and five times.
And boy, let me tell you, simple movements like standing, sitting, rolling over in bed, getting in and out of the car, etc! have become unbelievably difficult in the last few days. I know I've been rather comical to watch moving around the house. I even caught my foot on the door frame of our bathroom and my TODDLER laughed at me! Eesh.
The last time I remember being this sore was right after giving birth. The time before that was after the White Rock half-marathon in December of 2003.
What prompted me to do such a thing in the first place? Well, our StrollerFit instructor has issued another 6-week total body challenge. Last year we just took measurements. This year she's added in a few physical challenges as well: total situps in 60 seconds (I HATE situps! Crunches are good, situps SUCK), pushups to failure, and squats to failure. As my workout buddy Becky pointed out, I'm going to have to beat my initial count of 105 on the squats in 6 weeks. Right now I don't see that happening, not because I don't think I will get stronger and can do more by then, but because I do not want to be this sore again for a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time. Back when I was working a desk job, it wasn't a big deal. My job now requires me to be a LOT more active - I spend a lot of time going from sitting in the floor to standing and am on my feet and walking around a lot more than I used to!
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