I regularly blog on Wordpress. You'll find my weekday posts at http://canismajorismadre.wordpress.com/. However, with my Wordpress ID, I can't comment on Blogger blogs. I don't know why that is, but god forbid somebody not get to partake in the wisdom of my comments. So to comment on a Blogger blog, I have to be signed in with my Google login. This gets confusing because then my Google login is associated with any blog I comment on, yet it is not the blog I post on.
Are you dizzy yet?
So....if you link to my blog from someone's Blogger blog, then just scootch on over to my Wordpress home.
Whew! It shouldn't be this difficult!
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Christmas 2011
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Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Moving Day
Hey ya'll! I'm moving! I've been thinking about it for a little bit and finally decided to bite the bullet and switch to Word Press as my blog host. I'm still figuring things out over ther, but have at least figured out how to post, which I guess is all I really need to know. So, come on over and see me there! Bear with me as I work out the look of the blog. So far it's pretty plain. Plain, but functional. See ya on the flip flop!
Monday, June 6, 2011
Let's Get Philosophical, Philosophical
I'm part of a fantastic community online and we have some fabulous discussions. Last week's discussion was the things we were afraid of. Now, by nature I really don't have any significant fears. Or do I? The only thing that really could qualify as a fear could possibly be spiders. I never used to be afraid of them but it seems that within the past couple of years I've had some very unfortunate experiences with them that has left me, how shall we say....tentative around them. OK, fine. They just damned well creep me out. But seriously, if you saw this:
anywhere near you, wouldn't you feel a little hesitant to be less then completely creeped out? Be honest. To put this into perspective, the board that thing is on is not a 2 inch board. No, indeed. It is a 1x4, which means the board is 3 and 3/4 inches! And that spider easily covers it. Show of hands: Who is not cringing right this very moment? Really, I would like to know. Because if that is not one of the creepiest things to you I'd like to shake your hand because you've got brass balls. So, while I'm not all "Kill it, kill it, kill it!!" I am totally, "Honey, YOU go into the shed and get _______." Fill in the blank with whatever it is I might need out of the shed. The whole evening we sat by the campfire I had to keep glancing up at the shed to make sure it was still there. If it disappeared, then I was nervous because I'm certain it is trying to find a way to climb on me. Anywho...we'll go ahead and call that "fear."
A lot of things were mentioned on this particular thread that just are not scary to me. I'm not afraid to die. I'm not afraid of snakes. I'm not afraid of clowns. I'm not afraid of heights. I'm not afraid of failure. Elevators/Escalators? Totally OK with them. I guess I should admit that a Palin/Beck ticket & win is pretty scary, but the feasibility of that happening is so slim that I wouldn't even give it a second thought. But then I read this: "The fear of being incapacitate." And I literally shuddered. Oh yes. I am a control freak to the Nth degree. The thought of not being in control of my faculties, whether that be physical or mental, scares me to death!
When Ann was born I had been in labor a very long time. I was totally unprepared for the amount of pain that childbirth would entail and I ended up getting an epidural. Everything I've heard from my sisters makes me think that they screwed something up with it because I was unfunctional. I couldn't walk. I could barely sit up without assistance. I had to pee and the nurses had to help me into the bathroom. I had to walk like a tin soldier with my knees locked or I would go crashing to the ground. Do you know how I know I would come crashing to the ground? Well, it's because when they got me into the bathroom the nurse said, "Now gently lower yourself onto the toilet." The moment I bent my knees to lower myself to the toilet I went crashing down. The nurse was standing there saying very firmly, "Gently, Gently!!" She assured me that she would be just outside the door and to holler when I was ready to get back into bed. I did my business, said, "I'm done." and there was no response. "Hello." I said again. I tried to get up by myself and I couldn't. I couldn't get off the stupid toilet seat. How basic is that function?? I began to panic. "Anyone out there??" No response. I had to pull the cord before anyone came to help me.
Later that evening they brought the baby to me. I tried to feed her. I held her. I was just in awe of this baby. After she fell asleep in my arms I went to put her back in the little basinett and my arm hit it, causing it to roll away. It rolled out of arms reach. I knew that I couldn't stand up to retrieve it because my legs weren't working. I leaned over as far as I could to try and get the basinett. I couldn't do it. I rocked Ann for a bit wondering what I was supposed to do. Well, I did the only logical thing. I began to cry. Because I couldn't take care of the baby. Because I couldn't get up and put her into the basinett. Because I couldn't go to the bathroom without assistance. I do not remember a time in my life where I have ever felt so helpless. I swore I would never be out of control of my body again. Three more babies, no epidural. I just couldn't risk it. It scared me too much to even consider getting one. When I had Michelle they had to induce me so I started off my labor at a pretty severe intensity. The pain was horrible and the nurses begged me to get an epidural. My husband begged me to get an epidural but I could not do it! I could not willingly give up the use of my legs. It just wasn't going to happen.
So there you have it. My worst fear (rational or irrational, I don't know) is not being able to take care of myself. Mark is the same way. Whenever we're doing something that is "adrenaline filled" (a.k.a. dangerous) one or the other of us will say, "OK, if you have an accident be sure to die and not maim yourself." It's a joke between us. Because neither of us fear death. But we're both scared shitless to be incapacitated.
Anyone else the same? Or did you see that picture of the spider and run away?
A lot of things were mentioned on this particular thread that just are not scary to me. I'm not afraid to die. I'm not afraid of snakes. I'm not afraid of clowns. I'm not afraid of heights. I'm not afraid of failure. Elevators/Escalators? Totally OK with them. I guess I should admit that a Palin/Beck ticket & win is pretty scary, but the feasibility of that happening is so slim that I wouldn't even give it a second thought. But then I read this: "The fear of being incapacitate." And I literally shuddered. Oh yes. I am a control freak to the Nth degree. The thought of not being in control of my faculties, whether that be physical or mental, scares me to death!
When Ann was born I had been in labor a very long time. I was totally unprepared for the amount of pain that childbirth would entail and I ended up getting an epidural. Everything I've heard from my sisters makes me think that they screwed something up with it because I was unfunctional. I couldn't walk. I could barely sit up without assistance. I had to pee and the nurses had to help me into the bathroom. I had to walk like a tin soldier with my knees locked or I would go crashing to the ground. Do you know how I know I would come crashing to the ground? Well, it's because when they got me into the bathroom the nurse said, "Now gently lower yourself onto the toilet." The moment I bent my knees to lower myself to the toilet I went crashing down. The nurse was standing there saying very firmly, "Gently, Gently!!" She assured me that she would be just outside the door and to holler when I was ready to get back into bed. I did my business, said, "I'm done." and there was no response. "Hello." I said again. I tried to get up by myself and I couldn't. I couldn't get off the stupid toilet seat. How basic is that function?? I began to panic. "Anyone out there??" No response. I had to pull the cord before anyone came to help me.
Later that evening they brought the baby to me. I tried to feed her. I held her. I was just in awe of this baby. After she fell asleep in my arms I went to put her back in the little basinett and my arm hit it, causing it to roll away. It rolled out of arms reach. I knew that I couldn't stand up to retrieve it because my legs weren't working. I leaned over as far as I could to try and get the basinett. I couldn't do it. I rocked Ann for a bit wondering what I was supposed to do. Well, I did the only logical thing. I began to cry. Because I couldn't take care of the baby. Because I couldn't get up and put her into the basinett. Because I couldn't go to the bathroom without assistance. I do not remember a time in my life where I have ever felt so helpless. I swore I would never be out of control of my body again. Three more babies, no epidural. I just couldn't risk it. It scared me too much to even consider getting one. When I had Michelle they had to induce me so I started off my labor at a pretty severe intensity. The pain was horrible and the nurses begged me to get an epidural. My husband begged me to get an epidural but I could not do it! I could not willingly give up the use of my legs. It just wasn't going to happen.
So there you have it. My worst fear (rational or irrational, I don't know) is not being able to take care of myself. Mark is the same way. Whenever we're doing something that is "adrenaline filled" (a.k.a. dangerous) one or the other of us will say, "OK, if you have an accident be sure to die and not maim yourself." It's a joke between us. Because neither of us fear death. But we're both scared shitless to be incapacitated.
Anyone else the same? Or did you see that picture of the spider and run away?
Friday, June 3, 2011
One Moment In Time-Reuse, Renew, Recylce
I love creating things. Whether it's a new scrapbook, or a piece of clothing, or a piece of furniture. I love to get an idea in my head and watch it come to fruition. I also may or may not be a little cheap. So, what do you do when you like to make things, but are a little cheap? Well, you find ways to reuse what you've already got.
In this addition of One Moment In time, I'm going to show you the various things you can do with an old 1970s waterbed. Intrigued? Well, let's get to it then!
I needed a way to keep the dogs out of the garden. A plain old fence was going to be boring so I wanted an arbor for my garden entrance. The top of the arbor is made from old waterbed sides. Yup.
I built a bar in my downstairs, not taking into consideration that I am tall, so normal size bar stools were not going to work. Too tall for counter height stools, too short for pub height stools. So I decided to build some. Out of.... yup... waterbed sides. I made six of them; three for each side. (Side note: that tile on the floor?? I laid it. By myself. Cause I'm awesome like that.)
I bought a huge ceramic planter that is a heavy, heavy sonuvabitch. I looked forever for an end table that would be sturdy enough to hold it once it was full of dirt and plants. I couldn't find one so the logical thing would be to make one. Out of...you guessed it...waterbed sides.
Sadly, I can't find a picture of my two sheds. But, the ramps in front of both sheds were made by yours truly. And they were made out of the traditional waterbed sides. Thank god for being a 70s child. All we had in the house was waterbeds. Once I finally stepped into a new decade (or century) and got new beds I didn't want to toss out the waterbed sides. They're so sturdy and I knew I could use them for something. When we bought the second shed Mark goes, "Hey, do you have any waterbed sides left? Because I need you to build me a ramp."
That's it. A tour of my recycled stuff. It's the story of my house. And it's very rewarding and satisfying.
In this addition of One Moment In time, I'm going to show you the various things you can do with an old 1970s waterbed. Intrigued? Well, let's get to it then!
Sadly, I can't find a picture of my two sheds. But, the ramps in front of both sheds were made by yours truly. And they were made out of the traditional waterbed sides. Thank god for being a 70s child. All we had in the house was waterbeds. Once I finally stepped into a new decade (or century) and got new beds I didn't want to toss out the waterbed sides. They're so sturdy and I knew I could use them for something. When we bought the second shed Mark goes, "Hey, do you have any waterbed sides left? Because I need you to build me a ramp."
That's it. A tour of my recycled stuff. It's the story of my house. And it's very rewarding and satisfying.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Say What You Need To Say
What I really want to talk about is how totally FUBAR work is. (Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition, in case anyone is living under a rock.) But, to avoid the risk of being Dooced, I will refrain from discussing my day!
So instead of talking about the ridiculousness of things going on right now I will talk about the best stress reliever in the world. And why do I need a stress reliever? Because work is so totally FUBAR!!!!
With the continual rain we've had this spring, it's been about a month since I have been able to ride my bike. Well, I guess I could have ridden, but there is something about lightning and tornadoes that make it relatively unappealing. When I'm out on the Katy Trail I can just ride and not have to think about anything. I don't have to put out fires. I don't have to pick up the slack caused by others. I can totally unwind and enjoy the fresh air. I also love to be near the river. Holy cow, the river is rockin' and rollin' right now (remember the rain). It is close to the tops of the levee. And it is moving. I'm supposed to be doing a canoe race on it at the beginning of next month and hopefully the levels will be down a little because the river is kind of scary at flood stage.
The last time I rode I climbed down the 12 - 15 foot bank and sat on a log at the edge of the river. See how calm it is.
Here is a look down. It is no longer 12 - 15 feet down the bank to the river's edge. It is now about 3 feet to the river's edge. To say the river is full would be a huge understatement.
You can see on the other side of the river there is no bank at all. The road that runs next to the river on the other side is under water at the moment. The Katy Trail at this point is high enough that it isn't submerged, but up the trail about 20 miles you can't pass on the trail.
Total relaxation! Good cardio workout getting to and from this area. Great conversation with my husband while we take our water break. Completely helps me unwind and forget about the FUBARness of work! Ahhhhh. I feel better.
So instead of talking about the ridiculousness of things going on right now I will talk about the best stress reliever in the world. And why do I need a stress reliever? Because work is so totally FUBAR!!!!
With the continual rain we've had this spring, it's been about a month since I have been able to ride my bike. Well, I guess I could have ridden, but there is something about lightning and tornadoes that make it relatively unappealing. When I'm out on the Katy Trail I can just ride and not have to think about anything. I don't have to put out fires. I don't have to pick up the slack caused by others. I can totally unwind and enjoy the fresh air. I also love to be near the river. Holy cow, the river is rockin' and rollin' right now (remember the rain). It is close to the tops of the levee. And it is moving. I'm supposed to be doing a canoe race on it at the beginning of next month and hopefully the levels will be down a little because the river is kind of scary at flood stage.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Isn't She Lovely?
Or should I say "they?" Since the girls were home this weekend I took advantage of the time and took photos. I know. Huge surprise! Michelle stayed up at camp with Mark, Matt and Janel, but Ann came home with me, Jackie and the boy. Jackie and the boy wanted to go to church so we spent Saturday night at home, then went to take pictures. Aren't they adorable?
I don't even know what I can say without sounding totally biased.
The whole weekend I couldn't get over how disgustingly smitten they are with each other. It won't surprise me at all if we get wind of an engagement before long.
Whenever Jackie was nowhere to be found, I could always count on her being at the very tip top of a tree somewhere. Some things never change.
They're goofy.
Jackie always tells me that she only has a certain number of "serious" smiles she can do. It's exceedingly difficult for her to do these photo shoots. *sigh*
Bragging to each other about their muscles.
Bless his heart, he's trying to help her pay attention to the task at hand. I think he just wanted it to all be over with so I'd stop taking pictures.
Awwwwww.
So great to have them home for the long weekend.
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