by Sarah | Aug 20, 2009 | All About Kennedy, All About Me, All About Molly, Crap, Cystic Fibrosis
I spent the better part of the weekend (from Thursday to Sunday) sleeping. I was sick, sick, sick…and have just now started feeling better. The worst part of being sick was having two sickies with me (*thing 1 and thing 2*) that were just as miserable as I was.
Riley recovered fast, but it clung to my Angel like glue. The cough lingered and she was put on antibiotics (drugs…woohoo). She recovered a bit, but continued to cough. And cough. And cough – waking up at nights. It wasn’t continuous – just lingering. So, as luck would have it we had our regularly scheduled visit to the CF clinic yesterday. Her lung functions have gone down, so the pulm has extended and increased her antibiotics….and added steroids.
So after all of this, I’m finally back. Still keeping an eye on my baby – but I’m here! Sorry I was so MIA. Whateer this summer cold was made of, it kicked my ass!
And the Rock and Roll?
Well, it’s RIGHT HERE!!
by Sarah | Aug 6, 2009 | Crap, Random
You thought you’d get a post from Mr. Perfect today, didn’t you? Well, you aren’t that lucky…he’s still writing. So instead you get the fun random bullets…
* I’ve been sick the past few days. I feel ‘okay’ in the morning and it starts to hit by about 1 every day. Headache, sore throat, muscle aches, grumpiness, and feeling clammy-like. After two nights of putting up with me, Archie wants me to call the doctor. I did and go in today. I’m sure I’ll be told it’s just a cold, but it’s just as well to go in w/ the sore throat and a CF babe in the house.
* Remember the Saga of the Big Toe that started in January and I thought was done in April with a big fat cortizone shot? Well, it’s not. After enough distractions and pain killers (thank you, gall bladder), I was able to ignore it for 3 months – but the pain is not gone. It gets worse when I wear my sneakers for more than an hour or two. So, I go back to the podiatrist next week. It’s a good thing I like that man with how much I despise feet….
* Today I finally got off my butt and scheduled doctor’s appointments I was supposed to a couple of months ago. My podiatrist for one, I called the OBGYN for my 2 year check (hooray for no parts, checks get farther apart) – only to find out I’d already scheduled it months ago…and I got Riley’s appt with her geneticist set again.
* I’ve been sewing like mad – well, previous to my sickliness. Trying to get Christmas presents done for the girls. It involves working my poor sewing machine to the bone, but will be worth it…if I can restrain myself from putting the clothes on the girls prior to Christmas.
* Brandon starts 6th grade on Tuesday. Tuesday! I can’t believe summer is over already…but I’m relieved in a way. We seriously need the break from each other.
* The girls old OT called today just to see how they were doing. I thought that was so sweet of her. It was good to talk to her again briefly.
* Had one of my ex’s actually act surprised and hurt that I ignored his friend request on Facebook. He sent me a message asking if I still hated him that much that I wouldn’t friend him. I didn’t bother replying – but have to say that I don’t hate him…hate is such a strong word..but really, I don’t LIKE him enough to friend him…anywhere.
* July was a great month of visiting family…and I’m sad I wasn’t able to get to Buffalo to do the same. Hopefully next year I will get there.
* Still wishing I could make it to Type A Mom. No sign of sponsorship in sight, though…so that may be another I miss again. Maybe next year.
* Have an editor actually reading my novel now. Here’s to hoping she loves it and you’ll be looking at the latest published blogger here soon 😀
That’s it for now. Hopefully soon hubs will finish his blog post for me…and yes, I’m putting this out here to help nudge him toward it 😉
by Sarah | Jul 14, 2009 | All About Kennedy, All About Molly, Crap
You know those sneaky roller coaster rides where you climb and climb every so slowly to the top and just as you crest, ready for the exhileration of the drop – it’s just a little bump? You have to wait another interminable second before the rush of the real drop? I’m stuck on a series of little bumps…waiting for the rush of the drop…
Every step forward with potty training is met with steps backward.
I’ve tried defending their actions, explaining them away…but I’m down to the last hair on my head, pulling each one out in frustration.
I can’t call them ‘accidents’ I know that they know what they’re doing…but do they? Despite the fact that they know where the potty is, how to go, they are no longer afraid of it…and have even used public toilets…they have yet to initiate a potty run.
I take that back – Angel did it ONCE, on father’s day.
I’m tired of washing sheets every day because they keep wetting the bed. I’m tired of asking them if they have to go and gettig a flat out ‘no’ – only to have them peeing on the ground two minutes later.
Is it a sensory issue? Or just stubborness? Or are they just not ready, despite being 3&4?!?
I don’t want to return to diapers…I don’t want that cost…but I don’t know how much more I can handle.
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My apologies for the potty-roller coaster analogy…and for a post about potty-training…I’m just super frustrated right now.
by Sarah | Jun 20, 2009 | Crap
I went to WalMart to pick up a few odds and ends.
Indiana was under a severe storm alert.
When I got to the parking lot I sat there watching the storm roll in, trying to get some lightning pictures with my camera (only one relatively successful one. Need to remember my tripod next time).
By the time I finally headed inside the tornado sirens were going off and the wind was kicking up something fierce. I headed inside as two guys walked up with a hard-top from a truck bed between them – cracked and ripped off the truck it had been on.
I heard the manager on the radio telling other employees to make sure no one else left the store by any door and to get everyone to the middle of the store.
Everyone in the store – full carts, empty carts, paid for bagged up products, and employees alike gathered in the middle of the store. Some people were freaking out crying, others just leaning on clothes racks bored…and just about everyone on cell phones.
Twenty minutes later we got the all-clear and the manager called off the “code black.”
A tornado had touched down a little north of us and was heading right toward us (according to NWS)…but we didn’t get hit.
When I left WM about 30 minutes later there were cars lined up in the no parking zone, people on phones with their insurance agents. One car with the rear windshield blown out, the truck that had lost the bed top, and a couple others.
So tonight was not my average trip to WM. It was far different…
by Sarah | Jun 6, 2009 | All About Me, Crap
On and off like clockwork, every six months, I look for you. I google you, your old screen name, your real name, your maiden name. I wonder how you are. I wonder where your life is now.
For a long time I never found you. Old journal entries, old youtube videos, but never anything recent.
Today I found you. Now and here and present. You’re on facebook. I stare at the picture of you and your husband and my heart breaks.
There are days that I miss you so terribly I cry. There are days that I’m so angry at myself for letting things fall apart the way they did. There are days that I’m furious with you for pushing us away.
We still talk about you…at times melancholy, and at times angry.
My heart aches and my mouse hovers over the ‘send message’ button. Even if I could push past my own pride, what would I say? It has been two years this month since things came to an end between us. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t easy. I still have a hole in my heart where you used to reside. It’s still an open wound, jagged and raw.
Do you think of us? Do you search for us? Do you miss us? Or did you just stop caring all together? Are we just a distant memory that annoys you?
I still wonder what happened. How such a friendship could crumble. Why you feared that WE would be mad at the path your life took? Of all people. Why you felt that you couldn’t trust us with the truth. Why we didn’t search for it sooner. Could things have ended differently if we’d spoken up months before we did? Or if we’d just remained blindly ignorant and let things totally slide by.
I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Was our friendship real? If it was, how could it end like that?
by Sarah | Jun 5, 2009 | Crap
Yesterday morning I was feeling positive. My novel was gettin good response from my readers, I was getting things done for the writing blog I have about said novel, the girls potty training was on a good run, I’d finally scheduled appointments for the dog and the girls’ checkups, I’d made a commitment here to post every day this month…Things were on an upswing.
In a matter of an hour it all changed.
The idiot webhost I HAD (solidinternet – do not EVER use them) once again had my site down. In the past two weeks it’s been an almost constant state.
The SUPER idiot “tree service” the local power company hired to trim back the trees DESTROYED my tree (sheered one side clean off), AND broke my clothes line.
My website continued to be down for the count.
I found a replacement webhost that ooked very positive. My BFF and I agreed to switch together to a server that we could load all of our sites into and planned the switch…I thought things were looking up…
But the transfer went kerflooey and at 2AM last night I was ready to completely give up…and did. I went to bed and just gave up.
This morning the Jess was able to save my sites and restore them to full glory (such as they are).
Then I had to take the dog to the vet. Not a big deal normally.
My dog gets carsick. On the way to the vet there was a minor incident, but barely. On the way home (a 20 minute ride approximately) she threw up TREMENDOUSLY five minutes in. On the rest of the way home she walked through it, sat in it, laid in it, ate it…got it all over my truck. I got home, managed to get her out of the car and tried to take her out back to clean up…missed the edge of the sidewalk and went down – totally wrenched my ankle.
Now I’m sitting on the couch with my ankle iced and elevated. Archie’s been wonderful, getting me pop and pizza before I disappeared.
After a day of (unfinished) cleaning, it’s nice to rest…but there’s still so much to do. I hate getting interrupted like that.
Well, after one day of hell I’m ready for the upswing. Who’s with me?
