Friday, September 29, 2006

My week, in review.

Hi all! This week has been jam packed for me. I have a bit of time, finally, so I thought I would bring you all up to speed.

Sunday: Attended a family birthday party in which no one in my family was having any fun. We all tried sticking it out, but after my crying son begged to leave 3 different times, my hubby pulled the plug on it and escorted us all to the car. This sucked. Who likes to leave a 5 year olds party on a wave of drama? Family behavior is a harsh reality, for both sides involved. Family and friends, at times, don't mix well together. Normally, I would choose blood family over friends. Lately, it seems that blood is not thicker than water, and that friends on both camps are becoming more like our family than our family is.

Monday: In past posts I have refered to my intuitive side. It runs in my family (mother, sister, nephew, son) and I use it extensively within my profession. Because of this ability, I tend to become overwhelmed and retreat into myself. Thankfully, a dear client told me about another of her practitioners who is very similar to me. I had the opportunity to meet him. What was to be an hour meeting ended up being 3 hours in which I allowed myself to be myself. I learned some very important things about myself which I had no clue of, or was ignoring. With this knowledge, I learned how to stop a person who has been psychically attacking me for over 5 years, and have begun the process of reclaiming my life from this vicious loser. This person really fucking sucks and needs to get on with his own life and stay the fuck out of mine. I left him for many reasons and HE needs to deal with it on other levels than fucking with me. For a taste of how he affected me in the past I refer you to this post.

Tuesday: Some of you may have noticed in the last posts comment field that Ms. BabyVog mysteriously left a comment announcing HER gender. Yes, the baby temporarily residing within me is a GIRL. She is doing very well, has ten fingers and toes and all her internal organs are functioning as they are supposed to be. Truthfully, her gender was no surprise to me.
Hubby has ramped up the cleaning and organizing to make way for baby Vog. The flat is looking the best it ever has.

Wednesday: Went for a much needed Rolfing session to unpinch a nerve in my back. This nerve was and still is, sort of, causing my right hand to cramp to the point I can't close it into a fist. I was glad that it is only a nerve and not MS or Parkinson's. I tend to work on a lot of clients with brain issues, which then causes me to freak out if something weird like this happens to me.

We also attended a school function for my son at his favorite place in the world, the Hands on Museum. There was lots of good food, and meeting more of the parents was fun. Watching the kids tear it up at this private party was a blast.

The State of Michigan decided that my 4 year old could get health insurance, so he went to his doctors for a much needed exam and shots. He flunked his eye test and now has to go to the eye doctor in December. That was the soonest they could get him in. Go figure. I was hoping he would have perfect vision like his dad. Oh well. I have been wearing glasses since I was 5 and am used to it. If he needs glasses, he needs them and that is something he can deal with. He is so cute, and I admit that that it kind of saddens me to have to accessorize him with specks.

Thursday: Went to the 12 Oaks Mall in Novi, MI so my kid could redeam a gift card at Build A Bear. The store was a nice experience, and son chose a nice snow leopard to stuff. He named it Cat 2, and he got a birth certificate for it. You can even dress your animal if you want. Lucky for me, my kid said no way to this since cats don't wear clothes. Geez, the clothes for these things cost more than clothes that I would buy for myself. As for the mall... ick. I suffered culture shock and had to leave as soon as the cat was completed.

I attended a great knitters group in the evening. I had bought this beautiful yarn awhile ago and attempted to make a lace scarf for my mom. I had never knit something this complicated and was pissed when I couldn't figure it out. I took it to this group, and a very nice lady showed me how to do it once. By the time I left, I had knit about 4 inches and made no mistakes. I am confident it'll be done before Christmas.

Today: Easy laid back morning. Spend time at a Myspace Group that was started for the punk community of my hometown of Flint, MI. I have reconnected with many people, and unfortunately have learned that a lot of my old friends have since died often horrific deaths. Thanks to Zeneric for connecting me with this group.
Hubby has just returned from the knee specialist wearing a brace. The doctor has told him there is nothing he can really do for his worn out knee. Now he must wait at least 25 years before he will be allowed to get a knee replacement. Poor guy. Living with him dealing with this pain is going to be a challenge.

That's about it. I will try to be a better poster, or at least, let you all know that I am alive and will post more when I have time. Have a good weekend, everyone. I plan on catching up on everyones blogs this weekend.

ps. Pie, I had a dream about you last night. You were the fire chief in my hometown. It was odd.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

"I'm the patron saint of denial..."

Ugg! Boredom. From a hermit who is sick of being in the house. I'm a Gen-Xer in search of reform. Fuck off Douglas Coupland. Your last book sucked. You even wrote yourself in it as a character, showing me you've become a Reagan-era prick. What is it like to buy your own health insurance and not beg it off the Fed's like I have too?

Fuck off to the rental ghetto I live in, where the offspring of miss spent youth create their own Fight Club in the courtyard for the under ten set. Fuck off to the welfare mothers who live here, who think their kids are too good to play with my kid. Despite the fact that my kid is far more intellegent than theirs, and that he could actually teach their kids more than a few things of importance. Fuck off to the rich bastards of this city who don't hesitate to drop hundreds of dollars on useless shit to attempt to make them feel anything. Fuck off to people who don't return a real smile because they are afraid the first smile hides an agenda that might make them feel uncomfortable. Fuck off to the uneducated teenage youth who troll the rental ghetto, ready to drop a race card at you if you even look in their direction. Jesus, I left the ghetto of Flint, Michigan for this mask of a community in search of tolerance. What a joke this economy has made of this city. It really is turning into an area of rats looking for a piece of the pie. I am not a rat, but where do I go now? Do I continue to look within for the real change?

Over and over.... You can reminisce over the past. When does it rectify? Things can set it off. Movies, "Before Sunset" "After Sunset" "Eyes Wide Shut", "Trainspotting", "Platoon". Music, the entire Grunge era, the Stooges, old Red Hot Chili Peppers, Oasis. Scents, cigarette smoke in cold December air, the smell of the interior of any Volkswagon before 1994.... Even heart shaped tattoos.

What is the one time in your life that you could comfortabley revisit if you could? You're only allowed one time. If only conscience alternative existance were permited...

title credit: "St. Jimmy" by Green Day

excuse me while I vent my spleen...

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Parents of boys, listen up!

Warning: May offend some viewers. Don't like it? Stop watching.

This is a clip from my new favorite show, Weeds. Since only the first season is available on DVD, I was trolling YouTube for season two episodes and found this. Being a woman, I never had to deal with this. Since I am a mom to a boy (far too young for this talk, thank god) I found this funny.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

New Day Rising....

A new day, time to clear the air. Life goes on, life still sucks, life is great, this is our lives. Coffee tastes great, even though it is de-caf. Cartoons are on the television, Hubby is cleaning out the closets (thank you thank you! I knew if I held out from doing it long enough he would do it. I am bad, so bad.). My kid woke up on the wrong side of the bed, again. Good to see he takes after me when it comes to not being a morning person. My clients are returning from their summer holidays, filling my schedule with appointments. School has started for my kid. He loves it, and frowns at me when I arrive to pick him up. He has asked me for a Gameboy Advanced portable gaming system. Some kid at his school has tipped him off about a game called Pac-man Pinball that is only available for Gameboy Advanced. I told him he had to wait for Christmas, being that it is a high ticket item. He told me to work more so he could get it sooner (he even used his laser stare at me while saying it). I told him it was time he got his own job. He ran to his room screaming that he was only 4 and was too little to get a job. I don't remember being this way when I was 4. He must take after his father more than I thought. Well, looky there! Hubby has found the operating software for the DVD burner that was installed in our computer a year ago (hahaha, it was in the closet). Wow! Maybe we can use the thing now. Well, off for more coffee and to clear the computer seat for Hubby to fiddle with the DVD burner thingy. Been trying to get Hubby to start his own blog, being that he loves interjecting comments (while I am typing them)on all your blogs. He doesn't think you'll find him interesting. I even volunteered to let him be a contributor on my blog (gasp!). He declined, saying that he may cause a huge stir which would prompt Blogger to kick me off (huh?). Okay, okay...he is getting annoyed, must get off computer.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Setember 11, 2006

I wasn't going to write about this today. What could my mind offer that millions of other bloggers wouldn't say?

After three solid weeks of television viewing (6 of those days without commercials) 5 years ago, I made the decision that I would no longer watch footage of that day. I couldn't. It brought out too much pain for me to relive it over and over again.

Today started just like it did 5 years ago. I got a cup of coffee and sat down to watch the Today Show with my hubby. I was pregnant then, as I am now. The school buses were picking up children for school, exactly as they are now. The sun was out, the air crisp, same as today. This morning, instead of the Today Show, I turned on MSNBC cable news. I found that they are replaying that episode of the Today Show real-time as if it was 5 years ago. I sit in horror, this time the tears begin before the first plane hits on the replay. We know more now at this time than we did then. This knowledge doesn't make the pain any easier to deal with.

5 years ago, the first person I phoned was my mom. She didn't have the T.V. on. She turned it on, we sat in silence watching. The first words out of her mouth were "Osama Bin Laden". The second person I called was my dear friend Ron at Fluffy Stuffin'. We sat on the phone saying nothing more than "Holy Shit", " Oh my God", "I can't believe this" for 20 minutes straight. I had my NYC maps and guide books out, using them as reference as Ron explained what areas were under siege. Ron and I had just been to the city a year or so before. I remember him saying "If those towers go down, the city will never look the same again". We hung up with each other just before the first tower went down. My most vivid viewing of the towers in real life was from the office of our buddy ack/nak who was working in the city during our last visit. Ack/nak, I can't remember, were you still working there 5 years ago?

I end this post here, with no closure, just as it was 5 years ago.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Camie the Hammie no more!

Ha! After a morning and afternoon of painful tennis ball face, otherwise known as Camie the Hammie, I am free! Yes, that bastard of an obstruction has left my face via my mouth. I spent hours with that hot water bottle on my face, sucking (painfully) those lemon drops. The pressure was so intense I was unable to eat, and could barely lift my head from the pillow. Just as I was reaching freak-out stage (and after I left an alarming comment at Dilling's begging her for any tips that could help me out after I learned she had once had this)it came out. I was talking to my hubby on the phone, telling him I thought my face would explode and that I now had developed a sore in my mouth, when it exited the sore. I dropped the phone as I spat a huge amount of salty tasting nasty liquid into my hand (honestly, I was expecting blood). Included in the nasty mess was the foul object, about the size of a trimmed fingernail all hard and gritty. I continued to spit liquid from my mouth for about 5 more minutes since it was just pouring out of the hole. Hubby, the concerned guy that he is, stayed on the phone the entire time waiting for me to return. Happily, I grabbed the phone and announced to him I was free! I immediately packed up my kid, and went to the all you can eat Chinese Buffet where I ate 3 whole plates of food. I was so hungry! The hole is still draining, not as much, and my face is returning to normal size. It is still sore to the touch, so I'm not touching it. I still have to go to the specialist to make sure I got it all out, and I get to take the chunk so they can see it. I guess this sort of thing doesn't happen very often so they want to "study" it.

Thanks for listening, and I apologize for the gore. I have never had anything like this happen to me before, so I decided to share it all with you. Lucky you! Hmmm, I think it is time to eat some more. See you all later. Have a good weekend.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

At least it's not Mumps...

Yesterday, during lunch, I felt the left side of my face swell. The swelling came with intense pain under my left ear and jaw. Odd, I thought. No problems, right? I am a trained/certified Lymphatic Bodyworker... I could fix this. I worked on it for about an hour, nothing worked. Fuck! I had to work on clients after this occured to me. Luckily, I still haven't gotten my hair cut, so I pulled it down over my ear in hopes of concealing it from my clients. Only I knew how horrific it felt and looked.

Later, after attempting to eat dinner, the mass enlarged even more to the size of a tennis ball. Stinging pain, jaw nearly immobile, I phoned my mom. I explained my symptoms to her, and sat in horror as she said that it sounded like Mumps. Fuck, again! (Me: Haven't I had Mumps? Mom: No Me: Did you have me vacinated for them? Mom: I think, I can't remember. You really should see a doctor.) Being pregnant, this worried me. I raced to the computer to see if little baby was at risk. No, no, the fetus will be fine. Phew! But, the Mumps! No way! I had to wait until the morning to get to the doctor. It had decreased in size, and she said it wasn't Mumps and that it didn't look that bad. I told her it doubles in size when I eat. With glee (!), she left the office and came back in with a cookie and told me to eat it. Within seconds, the tennis ball reappeared with that searing pain. My doctor laughed and said I had a stone trapped in the saliva gland. Her order of treatment was to apply heat and suck on sour lemon candy in order to release more spit from the gland to dislodge it. I also have to see a specialist to check the size of it. If I can't get it out on my own, they will cut into my neck and fish it out for me. Nice.

Mentally, I like getting older. Physically aging is pretty sucky (no pun intended). I have spent the last two hours with a scalding hot water bottle on my neck, sucking these candies which make the tennis ball and pain return. I am thankful that I have been very healthy in my past 37 years. Geez, normal people get stones in their kidneys. Me, no, I always have to be the odd one out. Per usual.

Monday, September 04, 2006

The Number 12

I dedicate this YouTube Clip to my new pal, Life, or something like it. She had some old time Sesame Street videos up recently, which allowed me to share my ancient childhood memories with my kid. This video is my kid's all time favorite one, and since I was so excited at finding it, here it is.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Please, someone stop me....

Because you are learning far more about me than I ever wanted you to know...
At least I turned out to be Jerry and not Bob Weir. Better dead than half dead....I am so Grateful.


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Friday, September 01, 2006

Lookie who I turned out to be!

I am so full of flair!

Katharine Hepburn

You scored 26% grit, 9% wit, 61% flair, and 11% class!

You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically beautiful or conventionally woman-like, but you possess a more fundamental common sense and off-kilter charm, making interesting men fall at your feet. You can pick them up or leave them there as you see fit. You share the screen with the likes of Spencer Tracy and Cary Grant, thinking men who like strong women.

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