1. I'm reading It Sucked and the I Cried: How I had a baby, a breakdown, and a much needed margarita by Heather Armstrong. Probably not my best timing, but I finally found it at the library and I grabbed when I had the chance. So far, it is wonderful. She writes so well and only a couple of chapters in I already feel like I know her. I've read her blog, occasionally, but not regularly.
2. I sort of accidentally started writing in time to begin at the beginning of the month and so far have a lot of content spewing forth from my head and hands. So, after several years of wanting to to do it, but being scared to (I'm really terrible about doing stuff like this) I finally signed up for NaBloPoMo. I'm actually sort of proud of myself.
3. My husband's 2nd-in-command boss (there's the owner, then this guy and then my husband) was let go this week for setting up a competing company. While I don't blame the boss for letting him go, we are worried about what this means for my husband's workload.
4. I'm dying to get some new clothes - some really nice ones. Specifically shoes at the moment, which is especially odd for me, since I'm not a big shoe person. I'm more about the comfort than the looks and I'm dying to get some really pretty shoes - peep toe heels or kitten heels - that really aren't comfortable, usually. I also love boots, but that, at least isn't as surprising. I think it might have something to do with some of the books I've been reading lately which mention things like this. I'm obviously really influenced by advertising and that sort of thing.
5. We had lunch at a new Cajun restaurant the other day. I've been obsessing about the vacation we want to take to New Orleans lately, and I'm now even more motivated to go and to eat more Cajun food. I love all that stuff - ettouffe, shrimp creole, beignets, gumbo, etc. I also once had a little bit of heaven called crab au gratin while in New Orleans. Sigh.
6. My Numfar will never get to do the dance of joy. I'm really sad about that.
7. Fuss ripped the back page out of a library book recently. Thankfully, it was a blank page, but it had the library security sticker on it. Thankfully, the man checking in books was very nice about it.
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Friday, November 6, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Thursday's Things That Rock
And now it's time for Amanda's Things That Rock.
This week's Thing that Rocks is this: Timing your traumatic/hormonal event so that there is plenty of chocolate in the house (even if it technically belongs to your kid - but she's not allow to eat most of it anyway).
Runners up include: sales at Ann Taylor Loft (I got a new sweater and a long-sleeved t-shirt that are both great colors and very soft), finally getting a break in the weather (in November!) and new cajun restaurants.
I think my Thing that Doesn't Rock is probably obvious, but specifically, I'm hating the symptoms that I'm feeling. The nausea, the heavy bleeding and the feeling down, even when I'm mostly okay for the moment. I just can't seem to shake the "dragging" feeling, even when in most ways I feel normal.
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This week's Thing that Rocks is this: Timing your traumatic/hormonal event so that there is plenty of chocolate in the house (even if it technically belongs to your kid - but she's not allow to eat most of it anyway).
Runners up include: sales at Ann Taylor Loft (I got a new sweater and a long-sleeved t-shirt that are both great colors and very soft), finally getting a break in the weather (in November!) and new cajun restaurants.
I think my Thing that Doesn't Rock is probably obvious, but specifically, I'm hating the symptoms that I'm feeling. The nausea, the heavy bleeding and the feeling down, even when I'm mostly okay for the moment. I just can't seem to shake the "dragging" feeling, even when in most ways I feel normal.
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
One More Angel In Heaven
(Tuesday)
Fuss bit her tongue really badly last night - lots of blood, etc. She settled down and went to bed an hour or so later without too much effort. We then had a horrible night - she screamed in her sleep off and on from 11:30 to 3:00. At 4:00 she woke UP screaming and was burning up hot. When I tried to take her temp, it kept coming up normal but there was no way. I had to wake Daddy Fuss to help me and when she saw him she basically demanded that we both stay with her until she fell asleep.
I said to her this morning, "Today's gonna suck, too, isn't it?" and she said, "uh huh" from around her paci as she leaned her head on my arm. I should have known better than to declare that tomorrow had to be better than today (last night).
The worst day of my life previous to this was the day that my uncle died. We had been very close and among other things, I had to be the one to tell his son that his father had passed away. (I was closer to my uncle than my cousin was - they'd really only recently started having any relationship at all about 2 years before my uncle's death). Previous to that, the death of my grandfather when I was 15 was pretty sad, too. The last few days have been some of the saddest of my life. Part of me wants to wallow. When we got home yesterday, I took a nap when Fuss did. When Daddy Fuss came to wake me up, I didn't want to get out of bed. I actually, briefly thought "what's the point?"
Part of me wants it to be over. I want to be able to leave it behind me and move on. Of course, it's not that easy.
I started getting comments and emails about my post yesterday that asked if my baby was in heaven. I had already gotten my head around that fact - my baby is in heaven. She/he is romping around on the streets of heaven. I'm not of a brand of Christianity that does a lot of symbolic things, especially for those who are gone away, but I really want to light a candle or something for my baby.
Fuss bit her tongue really badly last night - lots of blood, etc. She settled down and went to bed an hour or so later without too much effort. We then had a horrible night - she screamed in her sleep off and on from 11:30 to 3:00. At 4:00 she woke UP screaming and was burning up hot. When I tried to take her temp, it kept coming up normal but there was no way. I had to wake Daddy Fuss to help me and when she saw him she basically demanded that we both stay with her until she fell asleep.
I said to her this morning, "Today's gonna suck, too, isn't it?" and she said, "uh huh" from around her paci as she leaned her head on my arm. I should have known better than to declare that tomorrow had to be better than today (last night).
The worst day of my life previous to this was the day that my uncle died. We had been very close and among other things, I had to be the one to tell his son that his father had passed away. (I was closer to my uncle than my cousin was - they'd really only recently started having any relationship at all about 2 years before my uncle's death). Previous to that, the death of my grandfather when I was 15 was pretty sad, too. The last few days have been some of the saddest of my life. Part of me wants to wallow. When we got home yesterday, I took a nap when Fuss did. When Daddy Fuss came to wake me up, I didn't want to get out of bed. I actually, briefly thought "what's the point?"
Part of me wants it to be over. I want to be able to leave it behind me and move on. Of course, it's not that easy.
I started getting comments and emails about my post yesterday that asked if my baby was in heaven. I had already gotten my head around that fact - my baby is in heaven. She/he is romping around on the streets of heaven. I'm not of a brand of Christianity that does a lot of symbolic things, especially for those who are gone away, but I really want to light a candle or something for my baby.
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