I thought for a fact I was turning 36. Have I really gone that loopy? Is it possible that I'm just not sure how old I am? I mean, I am mostly sure how old I am, and at worst I was only a year off...
Does this sort of thing happen to everyone when they get older? The years just running all together?
As I am taking this as a sure sign of old age, I must admit outloud that I am a pro at Guitar Hero, I climp (and jump!), I like my music loud... very loud and sometimes I eat pie for breakfast....
Eeep!
L xxxx
Thursday, 24 July 2008
Wednesday, 23 July 2008
A Mimi thought of the day...
In response to my asking her if they went to a Mardi Gras parade that day...
Email on Feb 5, 2008:
As a matter of fact we had to go have Doug's hearing aid worked on. And then to vote. Your grandfather voted for Hillary so I am leaving him. Work hard.
-------------- Original message from "Ophelia Immortale" <ophelia.immortale@googlemail.com>: --------------
I don't suppose you will be downtown today drinking warm beer? I told all my friends that you would be....
Email on Feb 5, 2008:
As a matter of fact we had to go have Doug's hearing aid worked on. And then to vote. Your grandfather voted for Hillary so I am leaving him. Work hard.
-------------- Original message from "Ophelia Immortale" <ophelia.immortale@googlemail.com>: --------------
I don't suppose you will be downtown today drinking warm beer? I told all my friends that you would be....
Upcoming Colonoscopy Exam...
Hey - it's a scary thing having a 'cricket ball' sized lump in my guts. I've done loads of reading, and it would appear that I'm in pretty good company on that front. There are so many things that could be wrong.... ranging from cancer to irritable bowl issues. The symptoms seem to really mirror each other in these cases.
It's pretty stressful, the unknown and all the tests and scans they give out are mysterious and add to the stress. So I've decided to share my experience in my blog. I'm hoping that someone who is in the same boat as myself will find some comfort in it.
Last week I had a CT scan - it was all very civilised. It was one of those new things that looks like a big polo mint. It moves over the areas it wants to see and la-te-da, you're done. To have this scan, they make you drink a 'special' drink. It wasn't so bad - milky white and smelled a bit like peaches. I wouldn't say it tasted good... but it was tolerable. I've surely tasted worse!
When I got on the table, they hooked an IV looking thing to my arm so that they could inject some dye at the right time.
I gotta confess, this was a little stressy. It's the unknown. Well, as it turns out, it wasn't so bad. The dye made me a little warm for a couple of minutes and then it was all over.
The worst part now is waiting for the results. My doctor tells me that when we see this scan, we will pretty much know what sort of thing my 'cricket ball' is. I should know tomorrow or Friday. And when I do, I'll share.
A colonoscopy exam was scheduled for me before I had my CT - and that's going to happen on the 30th. I'm absolutely stressy over this. According to the doc... I get heavily sedated and they are shoving (gently inserting?) a long camera thing up my bum, far into my bowels. I know that I'm not the only one scared and put off by this process... So I'm hoping that talking about the experience before and after on here will help with relaxing the fears of others.
Anyway - this is my plan - to share. Ask me questions, offer comments, share anything at all really.
Here we go!
L xx
It's pretty stressful, the unknown and all the tests and scans they give out are mysterious and add to the stress. So I've decided to share my experience in my blog. I'm hoping that someone who is in the same boat as myself will find some comfort in it.
Last week I had a CT scan - it was all very civilised. It was one of those new things that looks like a big polo mint. It moves over the areas it wants to see and la-te-da, you're done. To have this scan, they make you drink a 'special' drink. It wasn't so bad - milky white and smelled a bit like peaches. I wouldn't say it tasted good... but it was tolerable. I've surely tasted worse!
When I got on the table, they hooked an IV looking thing to my arm so that they could inject some dye at the right time.
I gotta confess, this was a little stressy. It's the unknown. Well, as it turns out, it wasn't so bad. The dye made me a little warm for a couple of minutes and then it was all over.
The worst part now is waiting for the results. My doctor tells me that when we see this scan, we will pretty much know what sort of thing my 'cricket ball' is. I should know tomorrow or Friday. And when I do, I'll share.
A colonoscopy exam was scheduled for me before I had my CT - and that's going to happen on the 30th. I'm absolutely stressy over this. According to the doc... I get heavily sedated and they are shoving (gently inserting?) a long camera thing up my bum, far into my bowels. I know that I'm not the only one scared and put off by this process... So I'm hoping that talking about the experience before and after on here will help with relaxing the fears of others.
Anyway - this is my plan - to share. Ask me questions, offer comments, share anything at all really.
Here we go!
L xx
Monday, 21 July 2008
At what point can you remove yourself from pointless convo....without rudeness?
Or, do we give a shite if we are rude or not?
It's a new world these days, and manners aren't what they were. When I was growing up, men still opened doors down South....
Now, here in Merry Olde England, I could grow old and feeble while I wait. It's just that terminal. I know it's not a big deal, a fellow opening a door, but it does start to show a bit of the confusion we all suffer on the 'who gives a shit and why do I have to listen' scale.
It's OK to cut folks off in traffic, never let anyone out, have cart rage at the grocery store, talk on the mobile in the cinema, and let your precious pup leave little doggy turd-treats on the sidewalk for all the world to enjoy.
But god forbid if we really don't give a shit about what a near stranger is blabbering on about. You know the ones... you run in to them every 6 or 8 months at the grocery store or post office. You generally don't hang out with them because you find them annoying. You're in a hurry, and they get all excited to see you and regale you for the next half an hour on jam recipes, handmade cat treats and foot blisters.
It's not that I have any real desire to be rude, and I don't think anyone else does either (up to a point). But why aren't we working on changing the common courtesies back in to what they once were? Why is it OK to never ever let anyone else out in a traffic jam and not OK to just admit you're in a hurry and don't want to chat? Why is it OK to steal a parking space from someone you KNOW is watching it, yet make ourselves late for an appointment in the process of having a chat you would rather not have? You only had 5 minutes to buy that postage stamp, after all...
My point is that we contradict ourselves to a horrible degree in this society. I believe that gentlemen should open doors. I believe we should be honest with people, that way we are surrounding ourselves by people who enrich our lives and are OK with the truth. I believe that letting a car in front of you and giving up that extra two foot of gain in a traffic jam is fine. Kids should show manners, people should pick up dog poo.
It makes you wonder where we are going wrong, doesn't it. Kids curse their parents, groups of more than 2 walking home from a night out will disrupt a whole street, parents let small children run riot in stores. Why is all of this ignored and treated as something that just 'is', but yet....
I'll listen about your burnt roast for half an hour, miss my appointment, never buy that stamp, and up my own stress levels for.... what was your name again?
We really need to wake up, folks. Our world is becoming a rude and brutal place, and our kids are learning from the worst of examples. Any chance we can spend less time on a pint and more on helping a nameless granny with her shopping bags?
It's a new world these days, and manners aren't what they were. When I was growing up, men still opened doors down South....
Now, here in Merry Olde England, I could grow old and feeble while I wait. It's just that terminal. I know it's not a big deal, a fellow opening a door, but it does start to show a bit of the confusion we all suffer on the 'who gives a shit and why do I have to listen' scale.
It's OK to cut folks off in traffic, never let anyone out, have cart rage at the grocery store, talk on the mobile in the cinema, and let your precious pup leave little doggy turd-treats on the sidewalk for all the world to enjoy.
But god forbid if we really don't give a shit about what a near stranger is blabbering on about. You know the ones... you run in to them every 6 or 8 months at the grocery store or post office. You generally don't hang out with them because you find them annoying. You're in a hurry, and they get all excited to see you and regale you for the next half an hour on jam recipes, handmade cat treats and foot blisters.
It's not that I have any real desire to be rude, and I don't think anyone else does either (up to a point). But why aren't we working on changing the common courtesies back in to what they once were? Why is it OK to never ever let anyone else out in a traffic jam and not OK to just admit you're in a hurry and don't want to chat? Why is it OK to steal a parking space from someone you KNOW is watching it, yet make ourselves late for an appointment in the process of having a chat you would rather not have? You only had 5 minutes to buy that postage stamp, after all...
My point is that we contradict ourselves to a horrible degree in this society. I believe that gentlemen should open doors. I believe we should be honest with people, that way we are surrounding ourselves by people who enrich our lives and are OK with the truth. I believe that letting a car in front of you and giving up that extra two foot of gain in a traffic jam is fine. Kids should show manners, people should pick up dog poo.
It makes you wonder where we are going wrong, doesn't it. Kids curse their parents, groups of more than 2 walking home from a night out will disrupt a whole street, parents let small children run riot in stores. Why is all of this ignored and treated as something that just 'is', but yet....
I'll listen about your burnt roast for half an hour, miss my appointment, never buy that stamp, and up my own stress levels for.... what was your name again?
We really need to wake up, folks. Our world is becoming a rude and brutal place, and our kids are learning from the worst of examples. Any chance we can spend less time on a pint and more on helping a nameless granny with her shopping bags?
Friday, 18 July 2008
My Mom... She's the most beautiful woman in the world. She's strong, she's loving and she's proud.
She's so practical, that she can see straight from A to Z, while the rest of us are running around worrying between all the other letters in between. Watching her handle life, I find strength and insight. I learned from my mom how to 'out dance' the pain and embrace the day.
Music is best when it's loud. Laughter is awesome between two. Southern charm can get you out of nearly any tight situation. Speak up and take notes....
Oh, and always know where you are at all times.
Love you Mom!
Hello! Welcome!
Oh yay! I'm a member of the modern world now - I have my own blog.
Maybe it's more of a case of me having wayyyyy too many opinions and I'm just dying to share them. I'm gonna sit back and assume that y'all are waiting for my every nugget of wisdom - better for the ego that way.
Some topics I hope to cover in greater detail along the way in the next few weeks....
1. At what point is it considered 'ok' (not rude) to politely not give a shit and remove yourself from a seemingly terminal converstaion? Does one lie? Or is one blunt?
2. Reading on the toilet - Novels? Newspapers? Timewasting or relaxing? Parental hideout?
3.Eating pie (chocolate...) for breakfast - Is it better for you earlier in the day? Should we just have our puds first thing? I firmly think so!
4.Hip hugging tight jeans and big bellies and booties - Does no one love these girls at home? Don't they realise that there are other styles out there that don't make the soft chicks like homeless?
5.Grocery store snobbery - Do you secretly shop at Tesco and claim outloud that you shop at Mark and Spencer or Waitrose?
These are just for starters.... I'll also take comments and requests. I will also be sharing random thoughts from Mimi as I get them.
Cheers M'dears,
L xx
Maybe it's more of a case of me having wayyyyy too many opinions and I'm just dying to share them. I'm gonna sit back and assume that y'all are waiting for my every nugget of wisdom - better for the ego that way.
Some topics I hope to cover in greater detail along the way in the next few weeks....
1. At what point is it considered 'ok' (not rude) to politely not give a shit and remove yourself from a seemingly terminal converstaion? Does one lie? Or is one blunt?
2. Reading on the toilet - Novels? Newspapers? Timewasting or relaxing? Parental hideout?
3.Eating pie (chocolate...) for breakfast - Is it better for you earlier in the day? Should we just have our puds first thing? I firmly think so!
4.Hip hugging tight jeans and big bellies and booties - Does no one love these girls at home? Don't they realise that there are other styles out there that don't make the soft chicks like homeless?
5.Grocery store snobbery - Do you secretly shop at Tesco and claim outloud that you shop at Mark and Spencer or Waitrose?
These are just for starters.... I'll also take comments and requests. I will also be sharing random thoughts from Mimi as I get them.
Cheers M'dears,
L xx
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