Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Still the point I was getting at was that the older you get the more crap you gather. What's the phrase? Something about gathering wool? Or the stone and moss? Damn I totally forget the phrase...help me out here people!!! I was trying to get the kid to try some of her clothes on this evening so we could figure out what clothes we need to buy her in preparation for the new school year. She grew like 15" over the summer but at least all the pants we last got her were capris so they all still work! Sadly though she had emptied out all, and I do mean all, of her toys out onto her floor. Sometime at the beginning of the summer. And has not put them back in. All of the games she has disassembled, things with cards like Cranium, and spread out everywhere so they are all useless. Her dad and I have been awful about keeping up with her and riding her about cleaning. It's our fault for not being more strict about being clean, we let her get away with it. If we made her be neat it would not be such a horrid chore. Now it's like a serious punishment and no one can handle it. Too much to handle for any one much less a 6 yr old. There's too much crap and no where to put it all. I try to put it away but you can't throw any of it away when she is there or she has a fit. The dh is terrible about it, he will stack it all in a pile and then leave it there. One time like 6 months ago he put aside all the shoes that did not fit her anymore against one side of her room. And guess what happened to them? They sat there until they got thrown around into the rest of the mess that is her room. Why bother? What was the point? Why waste the time and energy?
Can I just go back to shoveling out horse shit from a stall please? It's way easier than the kid's toys. The kid went to the zoo today and I think her feet smell worse today than the manure.
Can I return the crazy dog, the stupid dog, and the incontinent dog? Cause the wet spot in the stall is easier to clean than dog pee in this frackin carpet.
And the dh, he's just plain old hard to train. I get him close and then he thinks joining the military is cool or some odd shit and I have to start looking for a divorce lawyer. Do you have any idea how tiring this is getting? I am getting way too old for this game. I was over this a decade ago.
Can I start over again please?
I had a part of my instrument at work go down and it was made in Scotland. The service engineer was from England. He shows up, I point him in the direction of the broken part and tell him to let me know when he has an idea of how many days he'll be so I can call the other installation engineer when he should book a flight to come back. He says to me, in that lovely King's English accent, that he should be done by early afternoon. He hasn't even looked at the damned thing. Of course I totally believe the man. Why? Well because he sounds like James Bond of course. Duh. He was done by 2pm. I emailed the installation engineer that I had the guy with the British accent in and he seemed confident that all was well in the world and to book his flight out to come on back. And it was so there ya go. An accent can make everything right in the world. Well unless you were one of the Revolutionaries right?
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Tomorrow I'll try to wreak more havok in the name of cleaner fun of some sort. I'm sure I'll come up with something. World peace by way of mass destruction or something of the like. I tried to rearrange LA today by sinking it into the ocean but it didn't work damn it. Must shake it harder next time. I really hate Los Angeles.....
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Regardless Friday the dh had a few things on the schedule that did not work out the way they were supposed to, and let me do a bit of back story so you can understand the importance.
*side note, the dh did not have the day off Friday, he called in to get the day off so it's important to note that he needed to make this day worth taking off and missing.
#1 - The Mustang aka the DH's car: Why? Because I am too short to put the clutch all the way in unless I am eating the steering wheel. I can drive it but it's just not a fun experience. At all. The 2 car garages in TX are not really 2 car garages. Unless you don't need to open the doors on one side of either of the cars and the other side of the car you can only open enough to let out really skinney people. Have you seen the average sized Texan? OK I rest my point. Good thing we're native Southern Californians and skinney minneys. OK so the DH is, I'm just short and small. Anyway you also can't put anything else in the 2 car garage if you want both cars in there so we have 2 cars (his on the right) and nothing else in there. One day he pulls out really too quickly, not paying attention and rips off his passenger side mirror. Does this surprise me? Hell no, not in he very least. I didn't even consider putting the thing back on, why when I know he'd just rip it back off. Hell 3 weeks later he managed to rip off the molding on his side of the garage door with his wheel well (talent!) not paying attention. So what does this all have to do with the point? Well I'll tell you. In TX there's this emissions testing thing you hae to do once a year. They don't remind you to do it you just have to remember to do it. Haahahaha. Yeah sure right, uh huh. You're lucky people remember to brush their teeth in the morning. So on his 168 mile round trip commute the other week he gets pulled over for this expired emissions sticker. He's so flustered by this (now mind you we're from CA, they remind you to send in money for any and everything months ahead of time so something like this would never happen) that he can't even find his proof on insurance. Which was there, I found it myself. So he gets a ticket for an expired emissions sticker and no proof of insurance. He's all kinds of bent now, it's like a $200+ ticket in a BFE town in an hour out with a judge he has to appear before with odd ass hours. Oh and to get his emissions sticker he has to have a functioning side mirror. Well kinda. According to the emissions testing place he called he has to have a side mirror, according to the written website he does not. So I figure that my sticker is expired and find the closest place to my work and have it done during my lunch and talk to the guys there and ask them about it. They say he doesn't need the side mirror. Bonus! We buzz the Mustang down there and have it done. Looovely. so all he needs to do is drive to see the judge on Friday afternoon (she's not there in the am) and have it signed off on and pay the $25 rather than the $200+. Alright, things are looking a bit better. OK, next!
#2 - The dd's dance recital: this is the only summer camp we were able to send the dd to this summer, my dad paid for her to go to a ballet fantasy camp (thanks dad!). She had a lovely time and they had a performance at the end on Friday at 2pm. There was a little performance at the end. It was, of course, smack dab in the middle of the day (2pm) which is typical in San Antonio, so that really, only stay at home parents can make it to these things. I find it very typical of this area and for the most part many families have at least 1 stay at home parent. I am thinking with today's economy going down the tubes as it is though it is going to become more and more rare even here. Anyway this was the original reason for the DH to take the day off, he wanted to see her performance and he knew the dd wanted him there. It was very cute and lasted 30 minutes. He didn't even come close to seeing it. We didn't even hear from him until 7 pm.
Now here is the reason I entitled this post the glass is half full and preempted it with the warnings about me being a distrustful wife. I was married before. My first husband was military, Army to be exact. Nothing like my present lovely DH to be more exact. If you'd like more back story on my wild and crazy (it was sooo not) younger years feel free to say so and ask in the comment section, I'll post stories. If you don't ask for it I won't bore you. Some of my friends that read this already know, others like Alison probably don't know the details. Like my ex husband told me he was was sleeping with his best friend's fiancee when I told him I wanted a divorce. Ah I am so glad I left that man. And ya'll wonder why I'm a paranoid untrusting freak of a woman. Yeah well back to where I was going with my wandering ramblings. So the DH last talked to me at 10:30 am Friday to let me know he was going to take the ASVAB (Armed Forces Vocational Aptitude Battery test) he had scheduled for 12:30 I thought ok that's cool how long could that take right? The plan was take the test, zip over and watch the dd's recital, then drive south and get the ticket taken care of. OK fine sounds good right? I didn't hear from him again until 7pm that night. So I am thinking....yeah his ass signed up for special forces and he shipped off for Afghanistan right? Bad untrusting wife. Really after this many years I should have a little more faith right? No so much. Hey, I'm honest. In public. I've come a loong way.
So what happened? The Army happened. I hate the Army, always have, always will. They are so FUBAR. So SNAFU that I was having first marriage flash backs. So they didn't even get going over to the base to take the test until 2pm. It took him abut 2 hours and then they had all the other crap they had to go through. So yeah after all was said and done it was 7 by the time he was out.
Nothing else got done but that test. He misses the kid's recital, no trip down to get the ticket taken care of. Now he will still get the ticket done eventually but the recital, well it's a good thing it was just a little week long class and not some big huge long thing like the other dance recitals she's done or she'd be very disappointed. As it was she was ok fine since it was just a little thing. I'd kick his ass myself but he felt guilty enough. I had several of his friends call him to make sure that he knew joining the military was a bad bad bad idea and that his wife would be sure to leave him and take the child with her. He understood and had not signed any papers, he's well trained and a smart boy too. Passed the test with flying colors and for those of you who want to know he can choose any MOS he wants but of course his choice would be special forces. Like there'd be any other choice in his book. Them and their stupid boy penises. Haven't I gone over this before? I sense a repetitive theme going on here....
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Anyway the DH, he's always wanted to do something manly or risky or something like that. Assasin or swat or police officer or what ever. So he ends up as this correctional officer at a max security prison and lo and behold it's not all that. Wow, big friggin surprise there. It's not the prisoners either, nope, it's the redneck ass backwards co workers and the stupid long hours and 168 mile round trip commute. What can ya do? So today he decides to got to the Army recruiters office. Oh yeah, that's the next cool job on the list. With that last cool job career choice I'm just all excited about this next one let me tell you! So this next one is special forces, can I get a Boo Yah from ya'll? Yeah I thought not. I wish I could get excited from one of these great ideas he comes up with I really do because I'm supposed to be the supportive wife right? Right? I'm the bad wife aren't I? I think this goes back to that blog post I did where I am not into that whole 60's crap where we burned our bras and thought it was cool that we got to put the kids in day care right after we popped them out and then go straight back to work and get paid low wages. I think it's all just fucked up and the system is jacked, yup that's what I think. Bitter much? Just a little bit, yup I think just a little.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Marianne also seems to think we are artists. She's such a sweet pessimist, not at all a realist though. I do love her blog and take her advice very seriously, she is the expert and an artist to boot. She did a post recently stating that we should keep a color swatch book noting things like what inks we used, papers, pens, stamps, etc and it is a great idea but since I am not an artist mine is much more basic. I use 1 brand of paper, it is the only paper I really use for my Copics (Georgia Pacific from Walmart) simply because it's cheap, abundant, and readily available. I only use one ink to stamp with when using my Copics to color so I don't even bother stamping it on my swatch, this card is simply used for color selection (again, I'm not an artist, I'm just coloring here). My one color card is kept on my desk so I can pick it up and say hmmmm, I think I need these colors to color in this stamp. Otherwise you can pick up a pen based on the color the cap says it is and when you put the pen to the paper it comes out totally different. Yuck, who wants that? Dang and I just realized there are only 40 colors on that picture and I know I have 50 pens. Now I have to go up and figure out which 10 I haven't put on there yet. Hmmmm....
So spending is tight. It's like a bad word in the world of scrapbooking/stamping. No woman wants to deal with the fact that her budget has officially been jacked but lets face it, it has. So my answer has been set at $24 plus $5 shipping. Or better translated to The Unity Kit of the month club. Happens every month automatically. That way I am not tempted to buy a whole bunch of other exciting stuff that I just HAVE TO HAVE because there's always something right? Plus I still get a stamping treat, am happy and satiated for the month and don't feel totally like I am working every day and getting nothing. Then I'd be bitter wife and no one likes bitter wife right honey? So for your viewing pleasure I figured I take a picture of what the last 2 Kits of the months look like in my messy messy stamp area that is never clean. It is never clean because I am a horrible messy housekeeper. Plus the 6 yr old shares the space and that just really pushes it over the edge. Not that I can blame it all on her by any stretch of the means! Oh and there are some of the individual Unity stamps in there too, I love those, I think they are some of my favorite things that Unity makes. Biblical quotes right next to Anias Nin, can't ask for anything more than that. Maybe someday soon I can find me a bit of time to create and make something with Unity's beautiful stuff, I really want to incorporate it into a scrapbook I've been working on for oh, maybe 2 years or so. If I really put some effort out I swear I could probably pump it out in a day but it'll be a miracle if I can get it done in the next decade. I even think I have all the materials I need. Ah but the time...does time count as a material?
So I told ya'll about that SU party I took the kid to. Unwillingly. We made 3 cute projects, I even have pictures as proof! Before the kid deconstructed them...she made her own sock monkey card and colored it too but this picture is of mine, the coloring is a wee bit neater. On the one with the frogs there is a weight on the snail so it moves up and down when you open the card, it's cute and I like the stamp set, especially the saying on the inside "Have I toad you lately that I love you". I like the sock monkey set too but I have no idea what I'd do with it so I don't think I'd but it until it goes into retirement and someone puts in on mega sale. Really, sock monkeys are cute but what do you do with them?
Having to share and all. At some point I put up pics of my little guy Corbin's bed and one or two of the boxer dog's trying to squeeze their big butts into his bed. It works but it isn't pretty. I have since gotten pics of the relative size and what it looks like when they have to share. Like when Roxy gets in first and Corbie has to make do and get in on top of her. She'll eventually get out and get up on the couch or go to her own bed (we do not suffer from a lack of sleeping spaces in our room, oh please, not in this house, no). But why oh why do they all insist on trying his bed, oh tell me why? For reference realize that Jaynie the big boy is 65lbs (brindle in the bottom pic), Roxie is 55 lbs and Corbie is 22lbs (both in top pic). Jaynie's shoulders stand above my hips and I am 5'1", Roxie's shoulders are about 3" below his and Corbie's legs are maybie 3" long and he's built like an anvil.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
So because of network issues beyond my computer networking skills I can not link my instrument computer to the network at my work. I can not link my work computer directly to my instrument computer. I must now have an external hard drive that I will move between the two so that I can work the data as it needs to be worked on separately from the instrument computer. Yeah, the instrument is picky like that. It's sensitive, all mass specs are female. Sacrifice the right color cat on the keyboard on the full moon and you'll be fine, don't and you tempt the fates of the mass spec goddesses. I go with calico just to cover my ass on colors, it's worked so far. So anyway I had to order an external hard drive and I haven't seen any of these things in awhile. Hell I haven't even ordered a pen drive in 2 years. So I got on Best Buy's web site and looked at the pictures and randomly picked a pretty looking one (beacuse I'm a girl and that's how we pick things) that was 1TB, sounded nice and good sized right? Look at those pics (taken on the iPhone so it's not exactly high quality but these are for dimensions here people). It's adorable! My hands are very small too, very small. It stands 6 1/4" tall 5" deep and 2" wide. It's wee. These things have come a loooong way baby.
On the iPhone that is. I may not ever be able to see it or my hubby again but that's ok, they're in love and that's all that matters right? That's not entirely true. It does have my phone line integrated into it so he grudgingly let me have it back but if there were a way to sneak his phone line into it I would have never seen them again. They would have disappeared silently into the night. No wait, he'd have taken the kid too and she hasn't shut up for at least 5 weeks (damn that kid has not shut up, I don't know what it is!) so he could not have not been noticed. I would have pretended to not notice though because the incessant noise would be leaving and I'd have been ok dandy doodle fine with it. Anyway last night he figured out quite easily how to get all the music on it and has decided that it iPhone is the niftiest thing since sex. Which is no great surprise to anyone else out there with an iPhone I am sure hence Apple's insane success right there behind Viagra. Gotta love American society and what drives it. Hey, I have music on my iPhone, I'm happy! So now the hubby has one more incentive to find a new job. As soon as he gets paid more he can afford to buy me a new next gen iPhone and he can have this one. Commercialism, it is, after all, what drives America.
Monday, July 21, 2008
in San Diego she had this class mate. A total demon redhead named Paris. An honest to goodness demon. One of those children you look at and think "Damn I'm glad that's not my child, have fun with that one lady!". So I'm watching TLC and they're doing a show called Must Love Kids where they have these single moms that are being set up on dates with men that must love kids. And in this case let me tell ya, these guys are really going to have to love kids. Because there she is, Paris the demon and her sweet mom Tracy. OMG, Paris has this hellion look that she gives that makes my skin crawl and that's saying something. Not much scares me, in fact I'm not sure I can come up with something that scares me. I'll have to ask the dh about that one. Honey when you read this put something that scares me in the comment section, there has to be something, not related to housework or the dog that eats poo. Anyway so I'm watching Jon & Kate plus 8 because I love that show. I figure if they can survive parenthood anyone can. Really, they can go on a vacation and get on an 8 hour flight (that took 14 hours) with 8 kids that gets redirected to friggin Idaho and survive. I think I'd just throw myself off the plane. Kids are on the aisle screaming, Kate is bawling, it's terrible and yeah, I've got one kid and I don't like getting on a 3 hour plane trip with her. OK back to this other show that I'm so recording to watch. I have to see what Paris is going to do to further ruin her mother's life. You reap what you sow. I mean the kid could not have gotten this bad all on her own could she have? Really this child is a monster I swear! It's going to be a train wreak and I want to record it! Is that horrid of me? Yes? OK, just making sure living this close to the bible belt hasn't softened me up. It's on tomorrow night, be there or be square! If not then I'll be sure to give you all an update when I get around to watching it...
Saturday, July 19, 2008
'k. now. 30 more minutes and maybe I'll be able to see through my left eye again if the brain pain goes away from the pissed off'edness from the pooter angst. Yeah so I manage to get the iPhone situation straightened out. AT&T phone call sends me to the Apple store who sends me to the AT&T store (which is where I need to go to buy a little card thingy, no problemo) so I can set said old gen iPhone up (thanks Jas!) and I do. I connect it up to dh's comp because he's the music guy and his comp is the one with iTunes on it (side note, my comp does not have speakers, the sound drivers don't work, funky mother board, long story, home built, don't ask) and you need iTunes for the iPhone. Yeah whatever. So I manage to set up the iPhone which I think it kinda did on it's own because I didn't really prompt it to....anyway it works and I can send and receive calls, tada! OK but I can't figure out how to get the music on iTunes onto it. That kinda pissed me off a wee bit but I just blew it off as something the dh can figure out pretty simply because that was his thing right? Right. OK so moving on. This entire time, in the background I had a bouncing 6yr old squealing and going on about how she wanted her new Hannah Montana CD downloaded onto her Barbie Girl (mp3 player) also connected to dh's comp and it has it's own pink little file system and game system that they both do together, very cute and it's just a pen drive so it can't be that hard right? Oh damn did that thing piss me off. Yuppers skeedoodles I think that's what pushed me right over the edge. By the end of that nothing made it onto the iPhone or the pink Barbie girl and I couldn't see out of my left eye and the kid was crying in the shower. Yeah fabooolus evening. Daddy's going to be thrilled when he gets home, no doubt in my mind. I know he loooves working weekends when he gets to leaves his two lovelies home to grate on each other's nerves. Oh and did I tell you that I think Jaynie has it in for the little guy STILL? I am keeping my eyes peeled on that big dog. He's going to swallow Corbie whole as soon as I turn my back.
And was that one run on sentence or two? Sorry about that, should've taken the pain pills earlier I spose.
Friday, July 18, 2008
So the Corbinator is fine. We have to clean his ear up good every day for the next few days and make sure a scabs don't form over and it doesn't abcess. His eardrum looks good. They gave him a shot of penicillin but he didn't need to be on pills. Oh he did not like the thermometer! He squealed for that one. The tech was like "Oh what!" and the doc said "Oh don't worry this breed are Prima Donnas". Dr Williams has only 3 frenchie patients and she's already caught on to that one! He did well though considering he is not feeling his best. On the way out my mom was feeding him the treats they had out front. I told her to stop because I noticed on the way there he was already getting car sick. He's the only dog I've ever owned that gets car sick poor thing, drools like a nut and pukes something awful. So we get about a block from my work and he heaves up all over the place. Big ol chunks of dog treats all over her back seat. Hehehe. Why is it my mother thinks I have not a clue in the world and needs to prove it by torturing my little dog?
On that wonderful digression from the point, I'll let you all know what goes on at the vet's office, I hope it's something simple like a popped ear drum.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
I do wish I had a camera though.
There were 3 projects to do and I helped the dd do 2 of them. One had a piece of candy stuck to the middle of it so of course we started with that one. She did very very well and when I went on to do the last project by myself, it had a little cut out and a thingy that was too complicated and not interesting enough for her I deemed this so, she did not, more on that later, she sat and worked on her own project. She had her own scissors and stamps she brought and pens but she wanted to use some stamp pads there and she she asked our host politely and was helped accordingly. Our host thought she was delightful (as she should, dd knows if she isn't deemed delightful she is not brought back, mean mommy is like that) and gave her full access to the stamp pads. Even though at some point dd thought she'd paint the clouds of the sky using her finger as a stamp, ugh. The dd also came up with this nifty little thing that she wanted to make a slip through where she cut 2 slits and threaded a slip a piece of paper through it with a sun and a moon drawn on it. Of course I was sitting at another table while this was happening and a lady was sitting next to me and pointed out to me that my dd was using scissors and pointing them down at her palm and, quite frankly, freaking the woman out. I wasn't even bothering to look up just going "yeah yeah it's ok" to the poor lady. Apparently this group was a group of home schoolers too so you know this was a group of the uber overly protective kind of moms, I'm more from the school of Darwinism. Mind you the dd is left handed and very small featured. She's tall but looks even younger than she is. (this is where I wish I had a camera for a picture for you all) The combo makes her look uncoordinated and dangerous with scissors. She's been using them since she was 2 and always uses the insanely dangerously sharp kind that children are never given access to, they are the only ones we own. Hey, you get in more trouble with the dull ones, those are the ones that slip. Her grandmother and mother are quilters, her mother is a scrapbooker and her father is a knife buff, if it can't kill or sever in the first swipe we throw it away or sharpen it. Child gets killing implements at age 2 and learns coordination early. Yeah Darwinism see, it works. Nuff said.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Anyway, since then I have been living the life of girlie stuff that I so do not like. My dh has been painting toe nails with the delight that I should be showing but don't because that stuff just does not delight me. He even paints each nail a different color which is very endearing, the dd just does not know how good she has it.
My point being, because I do have one, is that I am an only child and as such, like my alone time. As a parent you don't get much. As a parent of an only child you still don't get much. They have a tendency to expect you to entertain them all the time always when they don't have each other to kill. I wish I had others so they could torture each other. The I could just do what Ebony (my friend) does and hose down the dirt in my back yard, create a mud pit and let them have at it.
So I had a Stampin Up party I wanted to go to this evening. By myself. So I could just have some fun time. To myself. Lord forbid I have some fun time with out a 6 yr old attached to my side. Do not get me started, I know she loves scrapping and stamping. She has more scrapping ans stamping stuff than most scrappers. She has the entire Stampin Up pen set for gods sake. I had no intention of bringing the kid with me so I didn't mention it to her or the hubby while I was at home. Instead I called home and told the hubby while I was at work. So what does he do? He tells her. And it makes her sad. Why? Because she wants to go of course. That's why I didn't tell her about it. So why did he tell her? Go ahead, answer this for me. Why would you tell her this? Don't get me started because I could go on forever but I won't. It was stupid. He should have just said mom had to work late or something minor. But nooo lets say mom went to a Stampin Up party. Smart! Duh.
Ok so I tell him to ask her if she wants to go and so he does and says that she gives him big happy animae eyes and is very happy to go. She wants to know if it'll be a big party or a small party. I say about 15 people and according to her that means it's a medium sized party. Why she asks this I don't know. Probably to figure out how many accoutrements she'll bring along. And she does tend to over pack so it may take a bit to wean her down this evening. Ah this is why I didn't want to tell her where I was going. That and I didn't actually want to buy anything...damnit.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Anyway we are back at it again but the rich and famous are now on the band wagon so there is now more available mainstream (ie at Costco) which is nice. So it prompted me to take a look at what we have in our home that is green. OK so let's take a look:
Everything is new and energystar, everything, house insulation, fridge, stove, water heater, a/c, water dispenser, dish washer, deep freezer, washer and dryer. The washer is even a German made front loader.
The washing detergent is HE and ecofriendly. Why? Because they sell it in bulk at Costco and the other brand there is Tide and Tide has phosphates and the phosphates aren't good for the environment. OK how many other of you readers knew that fact? Answer that, I want to know if you know!
The light bulbs in the huose are all being switched to the energy efficient ones as they blow out (waste not want not). Why? Because they sell them in bulk at Costco.
I think we have a theme going here...
I do put out a bit more effort than just shopping at Costco though. I recycle. I put a concerted effort into recycling actually. And I have a compost bin. I'd compost more if the hubby didn't complain about the grossness of it. It's not bad but when you open the top to throw stuff in it is rotted compost, not pretty to anyone but a gardener that can appreciate compost. Plus we rarely use it. It requires us (read the dh) digging holes for all of my potted plants, yes I have many, and that just doesn't happen that often. The ground here is 2" of sod and then solid rock until the earth's core. Not so fun.
And my favorite stamps, they are Unity Stamps and they use a system that conserves wood, yeah that's right, they conserve wood. Check it out.
Oh wait and there's one more little thing, I don't use disposable pads and tampons anymore. That's another thing I don't put into our landfills. But that ones just as as self serving as not. Disposable pads suck, I think I already covered that one didn't I?
Saturday, July 12, 2008
I'm sure of it. It was a man that created the modern day disposable plastic nasty sanitary napkins. Those uncomfortable noisy, crinkly, diaper rash giving, bleach filled, plastic, sweaty, jacked up things we have to wear unless we want to jam a tampon up our vajayjays? Oi I did it again. I started another tmi post with out giving fair warning. I'm sorry. You all should be expecting it by now though shouldn't you? You poor masochistical dears. You've now officially been warned since it's only going to get worse. Relax though this ones not so bad it's more of a male bashing one. My good friend has been insisting that it's a penis thing. All bad things can be linked back to penises. Today I'm going with that one. Go ahead, read my last few posts and see if the root of their misery is not based in penises. Go ahead, do it.
Anyway today I received a package I had been waiting for from a friend of mine, it had momma pads in it. The one friend I had helped with the Great Cloth Diaper Hunt (online cloth diaper treasure hunt, way fun). She has sent me some momma pads, basically sanitary napkins/pads made from the same cloth that they make cloth diapers from. Holy crap where have these things been all my life? I put one on and wow, instant difference. No really, NIGHT and DAY. I can not stress this point more. This is like the difference between indoor plumbing and no running water and toilets in a house. A total night and day difference luxury. Really. If you have to wear pads (like some of us do). Yeah, I know, I did the whole Diva Cup review but remember my cervix was abused 2 days ago. Nothing and I mean NOTHING is going anywhere up near that area for a few weeks on pain of death or severing. Period. End of debate. So pads it is right now until my body is done protesting the abuse it's been given for the greater good of birth control. Since the dh doesn't want to have any more children (post script, the dh debates this but he can rant about that on his own blog. This is my blog and on my blog he can piss off). I won't be having another one of these put in again though, no no. This one's strings will not be cut down. They will be left so that when it needs to be pulled out no one will need to go rooting for it with 15" hemostats. And if the dh doesn't like the strings on this one like he didn't like the strings on the last one he can just suck it up and deal.
But I digress. So back to the momma pads...a WAHM (work at home mom) made these (from soft soft flannel) and I am sooo going to buy more. (If you want the woman's email let me know and I'll pass it on to ya) I need them for back up for those days I just don't want to wear anything complicated like the Diva Cup. Oh and for those who exclusively wear pads and would look into buying a bunch sometimes they have bulk buys over on the Mommy Forum (see list of links on the right) where they get together to get them for a better price. It's kinda hard to find in the cloth diaper section under co-ops. I know, weird but that's how it's organized. You have to register to view the forum and there is a reason for it but I won't bore you with the details. Or I am also going to be making a bulk order from my friend so get a hold of me and get yourself included!
Back to the original theme though, it was a man that invented plastic pads, trying to make money off of us and not really concerned at all with the comfort of a woman. Them & their stupid boy penises.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
About the sounding:
▸ noun: the act of measuring depth of water (usually with a sounding line)
Yeah only with an ob/gyn what they measure is the depth of the uterus. With a stick. In my case with 2 sticks. One metal (like the ones in he first picture) and one plastic. A total of 5 times. Yup, you heard me 5 times. They couldn't believe it was that damn deep. Apparently when I healed from my c-section part of the face of my uterus welded itself to my belly wall rendering it incapable of shrinking back down to a normal size. Oh yeah and did I mention that this sounding occurred after the removal of the old iud? With a set of curved hemostats that were no less than 15 inches in length. *See second picture* Yeah no pain killers, just a wildly lucky and talented ob/gyn rooting around for a tiny tiny string on the opposite side of my cervix with that monstrous set of hemostats and a ultrasound wand being smashed into my lower belly/outside uterus by a nurse. Oh my yes that was soo much fun! Only to be followed by the 5 soundings. Oh and then the insertion of the iud, that was just like another sounding only then it left something behind (iud) on the inside. My uterus is very very unhappy with me this evening. The good news is that I don't have to go in for surgery to have this done. Although in retrospect it's kinda like childbirth, scheduled c-section or vbac? Will the vbac even work? Is it worth the try? In this case it was because it worked. The doctor's odds were good, she's done this fishing many times before and has only ended up going into surgery for one once. Turns out the things strings were up top and wrapped up upside down in that case. That must have been soooome fun! Not. Miraculously that was not my case, thank any god of your choice. I am in enough pain as it is and would be less than pleased if they had to root around me more then they already did. Now I'm good for another 5 years and by then I'll be menopausal. Or at least 40 and ready to have the dh snipped for good.
That I have 2 doctor’s appointment’s today? Yeah well one good one not so fun. The first was with the neurologist (finally! A woman I like, her staff, not so much. She thought I had several headaches over the weeks, she did not know it was one headache over 3 weeks. Something her staff failed to mention I suppose.) So we met and this was supposed to be where I am prepping to get weened off of the anti seizure meds (Keppra). Well since we now have this migraine thing to deal with it’s going to work a bit differently. OK fine dandy. We do have an explanation (maybe) of a few things. 1) There’s a type of migraine that you get after head trauma which is due to all the dissipated blood settling out in the brain which can happen up to 1 year out. And 2) Keppra has a side effect, weight gain. Great, I have an excuse now! The upside? The new med, Topomax, is used to control migraines and seizures. Oh and its side effect? Weight loss. Well then maybe it’ll all balance out. Doubtful but one can always hope. I think my weight gain was just normal since I lost so much after surgery. We’ll find out soon enough. So we’ll get me on Topomax, take my blood levels, then start weening me off the Keppra. One step at a time and someday I’ll be nice and normal. Or at least as close to it as I was before.
Then there’s appointment number two, oh that’s going to be a fun one. A real fun one. It’s with the ob/gyn. If you’re a guy just stop reading now, this will all be tmi. I have a Mirena IUD, they last for 5 years. My 5 yrs was up in May so it has to be replaced. They have these strings that hang down and are pulled to get the thing out. Well for reasons I won’t scare people with my strings were cut off. So to get this sucker out I have to be dilated and they have to go up after it. And then stick a new one up there. Doesn’t that sound like fun? Oh yeah, I am so looking forward to this appointment you don’t even know. I’ll post later on tonight or tomorrow to let know all know how well it goes or if we just opt for no sex ever again. You never know, it may just be that bad.