What a mess!!! They've totally restructured the data processing system at Altru, and let me be the first to tell you...the receptionists upstairs ARE NOT HAPPY! Of course I asked, why wouldn't I? I was lucky to be in there at all, getting a six-week checkup.
Not everybody on the globe gets six-week check-ups, and lucky also for me, I'm not uncomfortably pregnant. Just slim, and trying to decide which exercise program will best tighten my abs. Never really had a problem with stretch marks, I'll have myself know.
Already back down to a weight I shall not announce, but will privately pat my very own mother's jeans on the back for. Thank you Mom, for being skinny, and passing on those genes. Has served the hair-dye industry well (no need when you're not gray!)
Anyway, this is WAY OFF on a tangent, and I'm SUPER late and having to get home and explain myself. Which I don't tend to mind. It's better than being self-reproachful and self-condemning all the time, which Jill says is NOT of God. Oops, my bad!
Just wanted to let the girls know that my uterus is back to its healthy size, everything's in place despite what the media tends to teach to disenfranchise women everywhere. And, totally going to try out those little blue pills.
Of course, it was ME who had to ask my doctor to give me the lower dose (ain't having a stroke during MY lifetime)...I'll just have to combine methods. Never been a problem for me, really.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Morning rituals
I'm a bullshit artist, so bear with me. The internet is so unpredictable, I never know WHO'S going to entice me...just get used to it is the only advice I can propose.
I've thought once or twice about being so organized a school-parent, that I'd lay my children's clothing out the night before. Never, would I throw up my hands and do what "other moms" just do, which is to get kids dressed the night before.
I can barely stand the thought of the wrinkles, let alone an uncomfortably spent sleep in denim, snaps and buttons. We don't even let them sleep in SOCKS, for God's sake (learned that good habit from my husband).
Laying clothes out the night before isn't nearly as sinful, but I SAVOR walking into their rooms each morning, embracing the unpredictable. First, I turn on a light and sit quietly, then decide who needs a shower-bath, or just get their clothes out.
Even my eleven year old, who's fully fashion-capable...I enjoy being that mom who does it the same way everyday. Back, when the school year began, I chose something easier. Allowing for the "hurry up and get dressed" chaos, I'd sneak downstairs a tad earlier.
Sitting on the couch alone, watching music videos. That's how I began our school year, and had planned to spend all winter. But, I adapted to new requirements for new rhythms and saved my videos for a little later.
I have the best of all worlds, the way I see it and live it. Nothing like new artists being added to the mix though, my time for "me time" begins once they're out the door.
I've thought once or twice about being so organized a school-parent, that I'd lay my children's clothing out the night before. Never, would I throw up my hands and do what "other moms" just do, which is to get kids dressed the night before.
I can barely stand the thought of the wrinkles, let alone an uncomfortably spent sleep in denim, snaps and buttons. We don't even let them sleep in SOCKS, for God's sake (learned that good habit from my husband).
Laying clothes out the night before isn't nearly as sinful, but I SAVOR walking into their rooms each morning, embracing the unpredictable. First, I turn on a light and sit quietly, then decide who needs a shower-bath, or just get their clothes out.
Even my eleven year old, who's fully fashion-capable...I enjoy being that mom who does it the same way everyday. Back, when the school year began, I chose something easier. Allowing for the "hurry up and get dressed" chaos, I'd sneak downstairs a tad earlier.
Sitting on the couch alone, watching music videos. That's how I began our school year, and had planned to spend all winter. But, I adapted to new requirements for new rhythms and saved my videos for a little later.
I have the best of all worlds, the way I see it and live it. Nothing like new artists being added to the mix though, my time for "me time" begins once they're out the door.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Not going to download that picture
Just thought I'd announce my intentions before I didn't complete the task. It was the serious, womanly one from church, remember? I second-guessed downloading it only this evening, as before then, I didn't really care one way or the other.
My original inspiration, for when I was planning to download it, had to do with other pictures I've seen taken when people didn't care. Care about what? Oh, about exactly how it looked to other people. You know, there's character to be seen in those moments when you don't care how it looks to other people.
Now, I've downloaded the picture. Second-guessed that second-guessed thought. Not even going to call it third-guessed, because that would cross the line into kitschy, and you know how I LOVE kitchy.
There, I've downloaded the picture and yes, my forehead is shiny, my skin is blotchy, and my glasses are crooked. Not that I care, these days. I just wanted to prove something to myself I guess...one, being that character counts more than superficiality.
Two, that I can be wrong, and correct my own self. And three...that one day at a time, with faith, God's will is best. Whatever that might become in this day-and-age. Whatever, you know?
My original inspiration, for when I was planning to download it, had to do with other pictures I've seen taken when people didn't care. Care about what? Oh, about exactly how it looked to other people. You know, there's character to be seen in those moments when you don't care how it looks to other people.
Now, I've downloaded the picture. Second-guessed that second-guessed thought. Not even going to call it third-guessed, because that would cross the line into kitschy, and you know how I LOVE kitchy.
There, I've downloaded the picture and yes, my forehead is shiny, my skin is blotchy, and my glasses are crooked. Not that I care, these days. I just wanted to prove something to myself I guess...one, being that character counts more than superficiality.
Two, that I can be wrong, and correct my own self. And three...that one day at a time, with faith, God's will is best. Whatever that might become in this day-and-age. Whatever, you know?
Monday, February 8, 2010
Of course, Daphne's not such a bitch either
She DOES have more money than the rest of us, and might stay married to that chef. I don't know, some of those vlogs... And, her annoying edge of having already interviewed every celebrity on the planet and NOT made fun of their fashions. I think she likes people too.
She's not the whole entire reason I started watching the TV GUIDE channel religiously (it was the Adrianne Curry re-runs, totally). In fact, I'm not sure I've seen Daphne on the TV GUIDE channel enough to make it worth my time.
And no, I'm not saying the TV GUIDE channel is going to usurp Seacrest's attempts at red carpet event handling...can't really compete with half-a-screen no matter how great the hosting is. Anyone else notice this about the TV GUIDE channel?
It has half a screen and NO TWITTER!!! Strangest thing I've ever witnessed in my life, but I keep watching anyway. Just in case I see a name I like. Sometimes.
Okay, never.
She's not the whole entire reason I started watching the TV GUIDE channel religiously (it was the Adrianne Curry re-runs, totally). In fact, I'm not sure I've seen Daphne on the TV GUIDE channel enough to make it worth my time.
And no, I'm not saying the TV GUIDE channel is going to usurp Seacrest's attempts at red carpet event handling...can't really compete with half-a-screen no matter how great the hosting is. Anyone else notice this about the TV GUIDE channel?
It has half a screen and NO TWITTER!!! Strangest thing I've ever witnessed in my life, but I keep watching anyway. Just in case I see a name I like. Sometimes.
Okay, never.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Only the Game Show
Turns out drooling IS allowed on television these days. And, marionettes have strings emanating straight from their hearts, uplifting. Makes me less resentful of the pile of laundry I stared down this morning, determined to come up with an actual plan that involved concerted effort.
A small goal, to never leave the house again before all my laundry is folded and put away. Seemed simple and possible in the moment, not too much to ask the universe's guiding grace for. Yet, within moments I was attacked by SEVEN DEMONS!!!
C'mon, this happens to other people all the time, right? Can a housewife never remain permanently satisfied, ever? God forbade it, of course.
And so, I started ruminating about past blogs I've loved who've let me down. Chef Anne came immediately to mind, because she's the only trained chef I know who has a husband who fell off a roof and never regained his totality back. Thank God she thought to go to cooking school before she birthed seven kids. Plus, she gives out free cookbooks. To ME!!!
Garlic bread IS an art, I knew it.
A small goal, to never leave the house again before all my laundry is folded and put away. Seemed simple and possible in the moment, not too much to ask the universe's guiding grace for. Yet, within moments I was attacked by SEVEN DEMONS!!!
C'mon, this happens to other people all the time, right? Can a housewife never remain permanently satisfied, ever? God forbade it, of course.
And so, I started ruminating about past blogs I've loved who've let me down. Chef Anne came immediately to mind, because she's the only trained chef I know who has a husband who fell off a roof and never regained his totality back. Thank God she thought to go to cooking school before she birthed seven kids. Plus, she gives out free cookbooks. To ME!!!
Garlic bread IS an art, I knew it.
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