Last night I watched Interview With the Vampire. Well, part of it. Damn, that's a long movie. So today I'm chock full o' IWTV quotes. (I'm full of something alright)
Shut up, Louis!
What if there is no hell, or they don't want us there. Ever think of that?
Where do you think we are, my idiot friend?
A vampire gone mad that pollutes it's very bed?
Hmmm, there are a lot of questions in that movie.
Turns out the only fictional ghoulies I love more than zombies are vampires. And it's not as if I love any partcular zombies, although Bubba was ok. Just the idea that the dead would rise and attack, that's pretty scary stuff. But vampires, that's absolutely romantic. You can be young for all time, and sickness and death could never touch you.... And so the lion fell in love with the lamb. What a stupid lamb. What a sick, sadistic lion.
But enough of my non-sparkly vampire friends. I've decided I need, NEEED a pair of black, matte motorcycle boots. The question is, where to get them?
I'm going to go back to eating potato chips for breakfast (is it any worse than hash browns?) and pondering life's big questions. Like whether I can sell 29 $10 raffle tickets to meet my fundraising requirement.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Update!!!
My mom is cancer free!
The PET scan shows that the tumors are gone. All gone. She's almost done with treatment, and all will be well.
Many, many thanks to my amazing and wonderful friends that helped me through this, gave practical advice, and were shoulders to cry on, sent get well cards and are just awesome in general.
The PET scan shows that the tumors are gone. All gone. She's almost done with treatment, and all will be well.
Many, many thanks to my amazing and wonderful friends that helped me through this, gave practical advice, and were shoulders to cry on, sent get well cards and are just awesome in general.
Monday, September 27, 2010
With Alacrity
I'm going to go on a small rant, like small children do. I love stingrays! This weekend I took Isaiah to Stingray Bay, where you can interact with the stingrays. It was amazing. Isaiah said he was nervous, and didn't want to touch them. I'm pretty sure when I was 6, you couldn't have paid me to stick my hands in there, either.
Yesterday Isaiah climbed in my lap and said, "You know what I like about you? You love me." That was odd, but nice anyway. Well, if that's all it takes....
My kids are so affectionate. They're very huggy, and very liberal with the "I love you"s. I compliment them often, whether it's on school work, on how well they did a certain chore, whatever. Now they, in turn, compliment others often. I like to see that. It's a positive cycle :)
My mom is doing well, she's got 8 treatments done and either 2 or 4 to go. We'll know more after the next PET scan. On Friday she went to see her PCP, Dr Wilson. She said that Dr Wilson asked her to say hello to me. All I could think of was when this whole thing started, sitting in Dr Wilson's office with my mother, when Dr Wilson assumed this was lung cancer. She said, "You never know what will happen. I've had patients who were told they had 3 months to live, and they lived for 3 years." And all I could think was THREE YEARS?? It's not enough. It's not enough. It may sound unnecessary to say, but here it is anyway: I'm so glad that dr was wrong, and that my mom will be ok.
All things said, things are running smoothly at Martinez Inc. I'm looking into my fall class schedule, and facing the possibility of Saturday classes. I don't like it, but if that's what I have to do, so be it. I'm hoping to get a chance to have all 3 instructors be ones that I've had before, which will theorhetically make things easier since you already know what to expect and how they grade. We'll see.
Oh, and the title here? I was reading a Petrarch passage for my Renaissance history/philosophy class and I had to look up "alacrity" to find out what it meant. Now you have to, as well! Muahahaha!
Yesterday Isaiah climbed in my lap and said, "You know what I like about you? You love me." That was odd, but nice anyway. Well, if that's all it takes....
My kids are so affectionate. They're very huggy, and very liberal with the "I love you"s. I compliment them often, whether it's on school work, on how well they did a certain chore, whatever. Now they, in turn, compliment others often. I like to see that. It's a positive cycle :)
My mom is doing well, she's got 8 treatments done and either 2 or 4 to go. We'll know more after the next PET scan. On Friday she went to see her PCP, Dr Wilson. She said that Dr Wilson asked her to say hello to me. All I could think of was when this whole thing started, sitting in Dr Wilson's office with my mother, when Dr Wilson assumed this was lung cancer. She said, "You never know what will happen. I've had patients who were told they had 3 months to live, and they lived for 3 years." And all I could think was THREE YEARS?? It's not enough. It's not enough. It may sound unnecessary to say, but here it is anyway: I'm so glad that dr was wrong, and that my mom will be ok.
All things said, things are running smoothly at Martinez Inc. I'm looking into my fall class schedule, and facing the possibility of Saturday classes. I don't like it, but if that's what I have to do, so be it. I'm hoping to get a chance to have all 3 instructors be ones that I've had before, which will theorhetically make things easier since you already know what to expect and how they grade. We'll see.
Oh, and the title here? I was reading a Petrarch passage for my Renaissance history/philosophy class and I had to look up "alacrity" to find out what it meant. Now you have to, as well! Muahahaha!
Thursday, September 23, 2010
63
Sixty three is the number of infants that have been successfully placed in safe, loving adoptive homes though Illinois' Safe Haven program.
Sixty three families that have opened their hearts and homes to children whose parents wanted the best for them, but couldn't provide it themselves.
Sixty three birth mothers that trusted in the law, and trusted their babies to the arms of adoptive families.
Safe Haven in Illinois has made these sixty three adoptions possible, but it only works if people know about it. The Safe Haven Law allows for an unharmed infant up to 30 days old to be left with personnel at any police station, fire station or hospital. The baby is given a medical exam and the adoption agencies spring into action to place them with their forever families. The parent is given information on caring for yourself after birth, the Safe Haven law, and the Illinois adoption registry. They can provide as much - or as little - information as they want, and mail it in later. The goal of Safe Haven is to have no children abandoned, and no parents being prosecuted. No shame, no blame, no names.
Safe Haven worked for these sixty three babies, but sadly, there have been 62 babies abandoned in Illinois since 2001, and half of those did not survive. Please, take a moment to tell someone about Safe Haven today.
Sixty three families that have opened their hearts and homes to children whose parents wanted the best for them, but couldn't provide it themselves.
Sixty three birth mothers that trusted in the law, and trusted their babies to the arms of adoptive families.
Safe Haven in Illinois has made these sixty three adoptions possible, but it only works if people know about it. The Safe Haven Law allows for an unharmed infant up to 30 days old to be left with personnel at any police station, fire station or hospital. The baby is given a medical exam and the adoption agencies spring into action to place them with their forever families. The parent is given information on caring for yourself after birth, the Safe Haven law, and the Illinois adoption registry. They can provide as much - or as little - information as they want, and mail it in later. The goal of Safe Haven is to have no children abandoned, and no parents being prosecuted. No shame, no blame, no names.
Safe Haven worked for these sixty three babies, but sadly, there have been 62 babies abandoned in Illinois since 2001, and half of those did not survive. Please, take a moment to tell someone about Safe Haven today.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Passive Aggressive
Some days, I find that I take my frustrations out on the wrong people. And when I do, I apologize. Hey, I'm only human. And when I say, "take out my frustrations", I don't mean I'm snarky or abusive. Just less pleasant than my usual sunny demeanor.
But I am not passive aggressive. I'm just.... misplaced aggressive.
When I want something, I will ask. When I don't like something, I will let you know. When I say "yes", it means yes. When I say "no", I mean no. I'm pretty obvious like that. Not only do I not play silly mind games or participate in ridiculous pissing contests, I don't appreciate it when others do.
Really, dear Hubs, when I said I thought it was awesome that you got baseball tickets for free, and that you should go and enjoy it, and thank you, but I just don't have the energy to join you.... I meant it. Plain and simple. No hidden agenda.
But I am not passive aggressive. I'm just.... misplaced aggressive.
When I want something, I will ask. When I don't like something, I will let you know. When I say "yes", it means yes. When I say "no", I mean no. I'm pretty obvious like that. Not only do I not play silly mind games or participate in ridiculous pissing contests, I don't appreciate it when others do.
Really, dear Hubs, when I said I thought it was awesome that you got baseball tickets for free, and that you should go and enjoy it, and thank you, but I just don't have the energy to join you.... I meant it. Plain and simple. No hidden agenda.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Looking Forward to Communism
Oh hai! Thanks for stopping by.
Block party was a success, and I even remember some people's names. And and and, I even remember what a few of them do for a living. Why is that the first thing someone asks? Why are we so defined by our jobs? Or am I just bitter because the AC is out at work and I spent every minute of my 8 hours there today hating the shit out of that place? Hmm, could be.
School is coming along well. I'm anxious to be done already. Each time I look at how many classes I still have to take (and how much I *already* owe in student loans) I wonder what the HELL I was thinking when I decided to go back.
My kidlets are adjusting ok to being back in school after summer break. Probably better than I am. Well, if we compare my wine consumption to their SweetTart binges, we're probably about even.
Today I hate being a homeowner. I hate being anchored to this one thing, and all the things I can't do because of it. Can't take the kids to Disney World. Can't go visit my sister. Can't quit my job.....
Sunday Idragged took the kids to Family Mass. As a family that receives financial aid from the school to reduce tuition, we're pretty compelled to attend once a month. Half way through, Isaiah said, "I can't wait to go to second grade and get my first communism."
"It's communion, kiddo."
"Yeah, that. I want that."
Block party was a success, and I even remember some people's names. And and and, I even remember what a few of them do for a living. Why is that the first thing someone asks? Why are we so defined by our jobs? Or am I just bitter because the AC is out at work and I spent every minute of my 8 hours there today hating the shit out of that place? Hmm, could be.
School is coming along well. I'm anxious to be done already. Each time I look at how many classes I still have to take (and how much I *already* owe in student loans) I wonder what the HELL I was thinking when I decided to go back.
My kidlets are adjusting ok to being back in school after summer break. Probably better than I am. Well, if we compare my wine consumption to their SweetTart binges, we're probably about even.
Today I hate being a homeowner. I hate being anchored to this one thing, and all the things I can't do because of it. Can't take the kids to Disney World. Can't go visit my sister. Can't quit my job.....
Sunday I
"It's communion, kiddo."
"Yeah, that. I want that."
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Block Party?
There was a big, neon green notice on our door this morning. No, not from the gas company. It's about the "1st annual" block party to take place next week on our block. That made me laugh. How do you know it's going to be annual? What if neighbor A hits on neighbor B's wife and a fight breaks out? What if the people in the only apartment building on the block scummify things with their lack of social skills? (and believe me, they lack social skills)
Wasn't sure how to react to this. Giddiness, at first. Yay! We're having a big party! But then suspicion. Uh oh, we're having a big party. I only know 2 of my neighbors by name. Well, if "Fuzzy Head" counts as a name, since that's what we've been calling him for the 5 years we've lived here. Oh, and I do know the daughter's name of the other neighbor. She and her husband sometimes take all the kids bike riding around the 'hood. Does that count? And 2 years ago I talked with the woman who runs a home day care on the block. Okay, we're not exactly a close knit community. We know one another by sight, and we exchange pleasantries. Or head nods, same thing, right? Except for my neighbors to the west and their neighbors to the west, they kind of hate each other. And that's also the place that I suspect called the police about Ilio. Yeah, I don't want to share any pot luck with them.
BUT in the spirit of community and all, we're in. The day starts with yard sales at 10am (so, um, we're just going to barter our cast offs to one another?) then pot luck lunch at 2, and an extra large bounce house in the street until 6pm. Fingers crossed that a lovely time will be had by all.
Wasn't sure how to react to this. Giddiness, at first. Yay! We're having a big party! But then suspicion. Uh oh, we're having a big party. I only know 2 of my neighbors by name. Well, if "Fuzzy Head" counts as a name, since that's what we've been calling him for the 5 years we've lived here. Oh, and I do know the daughter's name of the other neighbor. She and her husband sometimes take all the kids bike riding around the 'hood. Does that count? And 2 years ago I talked with the woman who runs a home day care on the block. Okay, we're not exactly a close knit community. We know one another by sight, and we exchange pleasantries. Or head nods, same thing, right? Except for my neighbors to the west and their neighbors to the west, they kind of hate each other. And that's also the place that I suspect called the police about Ilio. Yeah, I don't want to share any pot luck with them.
BUT in the spirit of community and all, we're in. The day starts with yard sales at 10am (so, um, we're just going to barter our cast offs to one another?) then pot luck lunch at 2, and an extra large bounce house in the street until 6pm. Fingers crossed that a lovely time will be had by all.
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