Things I have learned about having a broken rib....
--there is such a thing as extra strength vicodan
--you can take two vicodan ES at night and sometimes it still hurts
--getting a cold when you have a broken rib is the most horrible thing imaginable
--vicodan makes you loopy
--vicodan is my friend
--three year olds take advantage of sick mommies and thrash the house
--no, wearing a constrictor band does not make it better
--breathing deeply may prevent pneumonia, but it hurts like a mofo
--wearing a bra is impossible unless it is all cotton, two sizes too large , and blue
--explaining that not wearing a bra is kind of uncomfortable to a P.A. who is a member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee is a source of mirth
--laughing hurts
--I am a member of the Big Breasted Broad Club and I would prefer to wear a bra, thanks
--giving birth is preferable to a broken rib except for that whole the next 18 years thing
--driving for hours on end hurts
--having your husband forget to gas the car so that you run out of gas on the top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere would be okay if you could just shoot yourself rather than remain in the car or sit on a log
--sighing hurts
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
My ribs are continuing to be very very sore and to limit my movement. While vioxx can make that better, I'm not sure it's better for me to be able to do more and thus, put myself at risk. Not that I'm a workaholic or anything, Nooooo, not me. Uh-unh. No sirreeee.
My mom and I were comparing notes about that too, because she's torn the cartilege between her ribs and dammit, if I'm not a whole lot like her on that whole workaholic thing. She says she keeps reinjuring the ribs and it's taking her that much longer to heal. I've actually been trying really hard to slow down and take it easy, but I've been finding phrases like "Gosh, I should really paint that bathroom" coming unbidden into my head and "Hey, only three more loads of laundry, if I hang dry them."
The biggest bitch is that I have to finish that baby quilt and there's just no way I can get there right now. Sitting up and leaning forward like you have to do for sewing for an extended period of time would have me nauseous with agony in short order. I've been thinking about what if I got it pinned and taught Angelina, but I've been also debating that whole patience with a teenager thing and with the whole nauseous pain thing happening, I'm not sure I can handle the other, especially when we are talking about my thigh squishing Bernette sewing machine. I mean, (insert high pitched voice),"It's a Bernina!" And it cost $400 several years ago when that actually counted for something.
I did go to the dermatologist on Monday and I have a full blown yeast gone to fungus skin infection under my boobs. I've got the meds for it, as well as medicated anti-itching stuff for my ever itchy back, and a fancy alpha hydroxy skin lotion. Diabetes blows chunks. It doesn't matter that I my last hba1c was a 5.7 to my skin, it still grows icky critters in inconvenient places. Although, someone found the yeast infection cream stuff in the remote flap on the couch and accused me of using it, however, my poor daughter has been the sufferer of late. Hey, there's little you can't do with a mini pad, active yogurt cultures and a tube of monostat. I think a commercial I just saw in that vein scared me some.
Basically, a commercial for yogurt and in the background has about 10 grown women smiling and clearly involved in a slumber party and all I could think is "What is this, a yeast infection party?"
What kind of women have those? Is that a bunch of single women who've hung out at the pool too long in their swim suits and all discovered somewhat offhandedly that they all have yeast infections and hey, what the heck, let's have a yogurt and monostat party?
Honestly, the only women I see at the public pools are not young pretty singles, they're frumpy pretty wives watching their kids and they don't have enough time to lay on their towels by the pool soaking up so much sun that they change their body chemistry. They are running their asses off chasing munchkins in and out of the water, walking someone to pee in the bathroom (instead of the pool), toweling off a child, suggesting that their blue-lipped child take 5 in the sun, playing "find the penny", and disciplining one of their other children with the phrase,"Please don't try tossing pennies down other people's butt cracks." And a few minutes later,"Please don't drop pennies down my swimsuit."
I hear doors thundering in the hall. I am getting in that shower before I hear the phrase,"What's for breakfast?" and feel obligated to cook.
My mom and I were comparing notes about that too, because she's torn the cartilege between her ribs and dammit, if I'm not a whole lot like her on that whole workaholic thing. She says she keeps reinjuring the ribs and it's taking her that much longer to heal. I've actually been trying really hard to slow down and take it easy, but I've been finding phrases like "Gosh, I should really paint that bathroom" coming unbidden into my head and "Hey, only three more loads of laundry, if I hang dry them."
The biggest bitch is that I have to finish that baby quilt and there's just no way I can get there right now. Sitting up and leaning forward like you have to do for sewing for an extended period of time would have me nauseous with agony in short order. I've been thinking about what if I got it pinned and taught Angelina, but I've been also debating that whole patience with a teenager thing and with the whole nauseous pain thing happening, I'm not sure I can handle the other, especially when we are talking about my thigh squishing Bernette sewing machine. I mean, (insert high pitched voice),"It's a Bernina!" And it cost $400 several years ago when that actually counted for something.
I did go to the dermatologist on Monday and I have a full blown yeast gone to fungus skin infection under my boobs. I've got the meds for it, as well as medicated anti-itching stuff for my ever itchy back, and a fancy alpha hydroxy skin lotion. Diabetes blows chunks. It doesn't matter that I my last hba1c was a 5.7 to my skin, it still grows icky critters in inconvenient places. Although, someone found the yeast infection cream stuff in the remote flap on the couch and accused me of using it, however, my poor daughter has been the sufferer of late. Hey, there's little you can't do with a mini pad, active yogurt cultures and a tube of monostat. I think a commercial I just saw in that vein scared me some.
Basically, a commercial for yogurt and in the background has about 10 grown women smiling and clearly involved in a slumber party and all I could think is "What is this, a yeast infection party?"
What kind of women have those? Is that a bunch of single women who've hung out at the pool too long in their swim suits and all discovered somewhat offhandedly that they all have yeast infections and hey, what the heck, let's have a yogurt and monostat party?
Honestly, the only women I see at the public pools are not young pretty singles, they're frumpy pretty wives watching their kids and they don't have enough time to lay on their towels by the pool soaking up so much sun that they change their body chemistry. They are running their asses off chasing munchkins in and out of the water, walking someone to pee in the bathroom (instead of the pool), toweling off a child, suggesting that their blue-lipped child take 5 in the sun, playing "find the penny", and disciplining one of their other children with the phrase,"Please don't try tossing pennies down other people's butt cracks." And a few minutes later,"Please don't drop pennies down my swimsuit."
I hear doors thundering in the hall. I am getting in that shower before I hear the phrase,"What's for breakfast?" and feel obligated to cook.
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
Okay, Mike and I took the kids to a local water park on Friday. I was then encouraged and dared to ride a ride called,"The Black Widow." As I hit the second tier, I caught a lot of air and started to flip on my big giant floaty tube thingy, so rather than go down on my face on the ride the rest of the way, I let the tube go up behind me and I landed in back in the track and went down. I knew I got banged up and I took it easy for the rest of the day. I took 800 mg of ibuprofen, and I got worse. I got to where I was whimpering when Mike drove over road seams, at which point, I called my doctor's line to see just how much painkiller could I get hepped up on. I was referred to the nurse's line, who referred me to the emergency room.
Several hours later from the emergency room, I was sent home with the prognosis: A broken rib.
Deep breathing hurts. Sneezing hurts. Belching hurts. Drinking a lot of cold water hurts. Sleeping hurts. And vicodan is a drug you can only use at night because it isn't good for driving. I know, I know -- details, details.
And clothes you can button up are just about the best damned thing you can have in your wardrobe. At least now that the muscles have mostly healed, I can get on my own underwear. Getting in and out of bed is a complete and total bitch. And hiccups are the work of the devil.
The worst part is that I can't hug the kids very well. Genny's been dying to cuddle and all I can do is hold hands, which just plain blows.
Several hours later from the emergency room, I was sent home with the prognosis: A broken rib.
Deep breathing hurts. Sneezing hurts. Belching hurts. Drinking a lot of cold water hurts. Sleeping hurts. And vicodan is a drug you can only use at night because it isn't good for driving. I know, I know -- details, details.
And clothes you can button up are just about the best damned thing you can have in your wardrobe. At least now that the muscles have mostly healed, I can get on my own underwear. Getting in and out of bed is a complete and total bitch. And hiccups are the work of the devil.
The worst part is that I can't hug the kids very well. Genny's been dying to cuddle and all I can do is hold hands, which just plain blows.
Thursday, July 17, 2003
Dear God,
I know you're testing me lately. I am studying hard and I hope I'm doing well. Someday, I'd like to make honor roll.
Today, my 15 year old friend and niece started to just leave. She made it so I could find her easily, so she wasn't really leaving, but I'd been suspecting she was sad and depressed, because she'd been hitting me so much. She made it seem like play, but when someone is always hitting you, it's like they're trying to get your attention. I kept wondering what she didn't think I was attending and today we found out.
I touched her toe and made a smooching noise and that's the straw that broke the camel's back, apparently, because she left me at the restaurant with my two kids and the unpaid bill. I watched where she walked, paid the bill, strapped the kids in the car and drove down the road 4 blocks. I called 911 and as I was transferred to the police, I saw her up ahead walking on the same street, so I picked her up and talked with her. We discussed that we love each other and that people who love each other don't just up and leave. I asked her what was going on and she said she's worrying. I said,"OK, when we get home, Genny goes down for a nap, Russell goes into the bathroom with the fan on to clean it, and you and I are going to talk."
I cried all the way home as I drove, just tears streaming down my face, quietly. Remember, God, I prayed? Thanks for hearing my prayers because when she did talk, I sat quietly and listened and I asked questions to get more answers. We reiterated the same conversation over again -- pete and repeat -- how if things go to shit, she can stay here and she'll be safe and have her needs met. How her mom seems to be making the strides necessary to provide for her. She looked desperately sad and I asked why the toe thing set her over the edge and she shrugged. I said,"After I had endured a lot of abuse, there were some things that triggered me, sometimes for no reason." I told her about my weirdnesses about hair and hairbrushes. She looked relieved and said that yeah, sometimes she has the same thing. I said that she'd been hitting, kicking and punching me for days and that I had been worried, but waiting.
She apologized.
I told her I loved her. She told me she loved me back.
And for the first time all week, she went to her room and slept.
I may not be able to save the world, and maybe even not her, but I feel I am doing the right thing by making the effort. God, you tell me to love and I hope I love enough.
God, please hold A in the light and take all my wishes and hopes for her happiness and help her make them real in her life.
Love and adoration,
Wendy
I know you're testing me lately. I am studying hard and I hope I'm doing well. Someday, I'd like to make honor roll.
Today, my 15 year old friend and niece started to just leave. She made it so I could find her easily, so she wasn't really leaving, but I'd been suspecting she was sad and depressed, because she'd been hitting me so much. She made it seem like play, but when someone is always hitting you, it's like they're trying to get your attention. I kept wondering what she didn't think I was attending and today we found out.
I touched her toe and made a smooching noise and that's the straw that broke the camel's back, apparently, because she left me at the restaurant with my two kids and the unpaid bill. I watched where she walked, paid the bill, strapped the kids in the car and drove down the road 4 blocks. I called 911 and as I was transferred to the police, I saw her up ahead walking on the same street, so I picked her up and talked with her. We discussed that we love each other and that people who love each other don't just up and leave. I asked her what was going on and she said she's worrying. I said,"OK, when we get home, Genny goes down for a nap, Russell goes into the bathroom with the fan on to clean it, and you and I are going to talk."
I cried all the way home as I drove, just tears streaming down my face, quietly. Remember, God, I prayed? Thanks for hearing my prayers because when she did talk, I sat quietly and listened and I asked questions to get more answers. We reiterated the same conversation over again -- pete and repeat -- how if things go to shit, she can stay here and she'll be safe and have her needs met. How her mom seems to be making the strides necessary to provide for her. She looked desperately sad and I asked why the toe thing set her over the edge and she shrugged. I said,"After I had endured a lot of abuse, there were some things that triggered me, sometimes for no reason." I told her about my weirdnesses about hair and hairbrushes. She looked relieved and said that yeah, sometimes she has the same thing. I said that she'd been hitting, kicking and punching me for days and that I had been worried, but waiting.
She apologized.
I told her I loved her. She told me she loved me back.
And for the first time all week, she went to her room and slept.
I may not be able to save the world, and maybe even not her, but I feel I am doing the right thing by making the effort. God, you tell me to love and I hope I love enough.
God, please hold A in the light and take all my wishes and hopes for her happiness and help her make them real in her life.
Love and adoration,
Wendy
Saturday, July 12, 2003
I am feeling like a rabid angry elephant and I'm thinking there has to be a china shop somewhere that I can demolish.
We took A for Pauline because she needed to be able to pay bills. So Pauline is now letting the girlfriend of A's older brother stay there, which means she's also letting the older brother who abused her so much that she kicked him out mid-school year when he turned 18. The girlfriend is 17 and told her parents she wanted to leave so she could be with her abusive boyfriend. Her parents said go ahead (don't let the door hit your butt on your way out the door, dear), however the girlfriend had no plan for where to live, Pauline said she could stay for a couple days, which is now stretching to a couple weeks.
I know very freakin' well that Pauline's son won't give her a penny towards anything and that Pauline will be paying for everything. I also know that despite the fact that Pauline said she was putting A first, that this is a big fat lie.
Mike and I have already discussed that A may come stay here, if the brother and girlfriend aren't out when I take her home for her birthday and that we'll simply come take her back and that Pauline will fill out custody papers granting us guardianship over A, so that we can put her on our insurance and claim her on taxes. She'll stay for the entire school year, so that she doesn't lose school time and we've also discussed that we will work out letting her get involved in school activities, so that she can have more of a social life because we know that will be the hardest thing on her about doing this.
I'm pissed because I'm paying for Pauline's son's sex life. I'm ripshit that her daughter, who has worked her ass off and been a terrific help and kept up her end of the contract with us is getting the short end of the stick. I don't give a shit if her son is a bully, Pauline needs to call the cops and have him removed from her home and provide for the one kid which she is still legally obligated to support.
We took A for Pauline because she needed to be able to pay bills. So Pauline is now letting the girlfriend of A's older brother stay there, which means she's also letting the older brother who abused her so much that she kicked him out mid-school year when he turned 18. The girlfriend is 17 and told her parents she wanted to leave so she could be with her abusive boyfriend. Her parents said go ahead (don't let the door hit your butt on your way out the door, dear), however the girlfriend had no plan for where to live, Pauline said she could stay for a couple days, which is now stretching to a couple weeks.
I know very freakin' well that Pauline's son won't give her a penny towards anything and that Pauline will be paying for everything. I also know that despite the fact that Pauline said she was putting A first, that this is a big fat lie.
Mike and I have already discussed that A may come stay here, if the brother and girlfriend aren't out when I take her home for her birthday and that we'll simply come take her back and that Pauline will fill out custody papers granting us guardianship over A, so that we can put her on our insurance and claim her on taxes. She'll stay for the entire school year, so that she doesn't lose school time and we've also discussed that we will work out letting her get involved in school activities, so that she can have more of a social life because we know that will be the hardest thing on her about doing this.
I'm pissed because I'm paying for Pauline's son's sex life. I'm ripshit that her daughter, who has worked her ass off and been a terrific help and kept up her end of the contract with us is getting the short end of the stick. I don't give a shit if her son is a bully, Pauline needs to call the cops and have him removed from her home and provide for the one kid which she is still legally obligated to support.
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
Man, I'm just tired.
Pauline came up to visit with us and we went to a local water park today. We're so sunburned and tired.
I miss my house with just my kids and just my husband. I am glad to help out, but it's just so much all the time and sometimes, I just feel tired.
I miss Mike mostly. To the good, we can lock the door and go into our room and just spend time talking and hanging out. Today, with the car full of kids and Pauline, I stopped to get my water shoes out of the back of Mike's car and I called him on the cell and asked him to come downstairs. He came out, I smooched him and we drove off.
Pauline said I was cute. I just am in love. I miss him a lot, too. With all of these kids, it's hard to have a spare moment alone with him hanging out in the livingroom. We saw T3 (dumb dumb dumb movie) and we saw it late at night, which was nice, but I miss our quiet hour or so in the evening cuddling on the couch without a 15 year old thinking we're big horny lechers. (We are, but yeesh!)
I also feel like when I have someone here, I am supposed to entertain them, so I haven't painted nor have I hardly unpacked, which sucks big wang. I want to finish my painting and I want to be able to just take a nap with the kids, if the mood strikes me and things are just too crazy right now to do that. Add to things that I am now sewing blankets and quilts for A's pregnant 15 year old friend, and there aren't enough hours in the day to sew my curtains for my kitchen or for my bathroom or a dress for Genny or a throwover for me for the pool.
The icing on the cake is that Russell's meds are just not working and he's been pretty bad. Today wasn't too awful because we just kept him running and I kept him on his usual old meds for most of the day, which wasn't great, but it made his behavior tolerable. He's trying so hard and it just about kills me. I want him to be happy. I'd give anything for him to just be happy and have a great day.
Heck, I'd like that for me, too. I'm not unhappy, just stressed. Small surprise, I guess.
Pauline came up to visit with us and we went to a local water park today. We're so sunburned and tired.
I miss my house with just my kids and just my husband. I am glad to help out, but it's just so much all the time and sometimes, I just feel tired.
I miss Mike mostly. To the good, we can lock the door and go into our room and just spend time talking and hanging out. Today, with the car full of kids and Pauline, I stopped to get my water shoes out of the back of Mike's car and I called him on the cell and asked him to come downstairs. He came out, I smooched him and we drove off.
Pauline said I was cute. I just am in love. I miss him a lot, too. With all of these kids, it's hard to have a spare moment alone with him hanging out in the livingroom. We saw T3 (dumb dumb dumb movie) and we saw it late at night, which was nice, but I miss our quiet hour or so in the evening cuddling on the couch without a 15 year old thinking we're big horny lechers. (We are, but yeesh!)
I also feel like when I have someone here, I am supposed to entertain them, so I haven't painted nor have I hardly unpacked, which sucks big wang. I want to finish my painting and I want to be able to just take a nap with the kids, if the mood strikes me and things are just too crazy right now to do that. Add to things that I am now sewing blankets and quilts for A's pregnant 15 year old friend, and there aren't enough hours in the day to sew my curtains for my kitchen or for my bathroom or a dress for Genny or a throwover for me for the pool.
The icing on the cake is that Russell's meds are just not working and he's been pretty bad. Today wasn't too awful because we just kept him running and I kept him on his usual old meds for most of the day, which wasn't great, but it made his behavior tolerable. He's trying so hard and it just about kills me. I want him to be happy. I'd give anything for him to just be happy and have a great day.
Heck, I'd like that for me, too. I'm not unhappy, just stressed. Small surprise, I guess.
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
This morning I went to the spa pool and it was okay, but I think I need to work harder. It hurt a little, but I think I was taking it too easy because I'm not hurting much tonight and because my sugars are running high, which is way not usual after a good workout. I put in a half hour of solid water work -- jogging in the water, x-c skiing, kicking, etc., but I think it was just not quite hard enough, so tomorrow, I think I'll go a little early to avoid the nosy gabbing old people and try again, working for more aerobic-ness and more time. I may even try out in the pool first and then go to the spa to warm up and get the cold out of my joints.
Today, Genny just kind of lost it. I don't know what crawled up her patooty, but man, she was just the crowned Princess of Piss and Vinegar and that's even next to the teenager with advanced PMS. It all kind of culminated with an hour of meltdown from 5-6. Word, I've never seen this kid lose it like she lost it tonight. I don't know if having to share all her stuff and her room with the teenager just hit her and turned her little world upside down today or if she's getting sick. I almost hope it's the latter because I can fix that better than the space invasion of a teenager.
The teenager is going to a drawing class tomorrow and much like Rudolph, I could even say she glows. She's very psyched about it, but she had a hard time accepting it. I think to some degree, no one has ever done something this nice for her before and she was stunned about the money. I'm really glad to be able to show her that we think she's way worth it.
While we're not rolling in money, I put in extra time on the contract and got a little extra cash and after I find out what the dental damage is tomorrow at the dentist's, we'll know how much I need to pay my dental bills to get my teeth somewhere near cleaned up, capped, and done from the stock options. I'm hoping we can avoid the whole damned thing and work out a reasonable payment plan, but I suspect it won't be that tremendously reasonable for our restricted budget in the face of my not-really-working status.
I'm getting psyched about school. I was hoping to work on a book idea with a professor, but she blew me off for the summer, so I'll approach it in the fall.
We're still figuring out the 4th celebration plans, but I think it'll be BBQ here and then we'll drive to the city and see the fireworks. We might be able to drive up a dirt road and watch two cities worth from a mountain crest, but I need to scope out the roads during the day.
My husband is naked in my bed and giving me that come hither nod. Must. go. hither.
Today, Genny just kind of lost it. I don't know what crawled up her patooty, but man, she was just the crowned Princess of Piss and Vinegar and that's even next to the teenager with advanced PMS. It all kind of culminated with an hour of meltdown from 5-6. Word, I've never seen this kid lose it like she lost it tonight. I don't know if having to share all her stuff and her room with the teenager just hit her and turned her little world upside down today or if she's getting sick. I almost hope it's the latter because I can fix that better than the space invasion of a teenager.
The teenager is going to a drawing class tomorrow and much like Rudolph, I could even say she glows. She's very psyched about it, but she had a hard time accepting it. I think to some degree, no one has ever done something this nice for her before and she was stunned about the money. I'm really glad to be able to show her that we think she's way worth it.
While we're not rolling in money, I put in extra time on the contract and got a little extra cash and after I find out what the dental damage is tomorrow at the dentist's, we'll know how much I need to pay my dental bills to get my teeth somewhere near cleaned up, capped, and done from the stock options. I'm hoping we can avoid the whole damned thing and work out a reasonable payment plan, but I suspect it won't be that tremendously reasonable for our restricted budget in the face of my not-really-working status.
I'm getting psyched about school. I was hoping to work on a book idea with a professor, but she blew me off for the summer, so I'll approach it in the fall.
We're still figuring out the 4th celebration plans, but I think it'll be BBQ here and then we'll drive to the city and see the fireworks. We might be able to drive up a dirt road and watch two cities worth from a mountain crest, but I need to scope out the roads during the day.
My husband is naked in my bed and giving me that come hither nod. Must. go. hither.
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
Teenagers are a lot of work, specifically female ones. I am so glad that my next interaction with a teenager in a parental capacity will be with a boy, not a girl and that I'm looking at at least a good 10 years before I have to deal with a female teenager again.
I love this girl. I love her like my own. She's suffered pretty awful things and I think about the time she flinched when I reached up by her head into a cabinet that I realized just how much.
According to her mom, I've been spoiling her rotten. I've bought her underwear, socks, a pair of jeans, some shirts, and a bra. She had nothing but 3 halter tops and a single t-shirt when she arrived, which was all she owned in the world, aside from a couple of jeans, and a smattering of underwear. (Okay, we also hit the Mexican bread shop and Krispy Kremes, but whatEver) Her halter tops left little to the imagination and I finally pulled her aside and said that this was a really conservative area (Little Mormonville situated just south of Baptismal Fount) and that that kind of clothing was inappropriate. Pauline said she had not bought her any of the clothes she brought, so I'm assuming that her charming daddy did. She hasn't been living with Pauline but for a few weeks, so that's the most likely.
Overall, I thought that I chose a pretty tactful way to say, "Hey, you're my 15 year old niece and you look like a tramp!"
Mike and I are cashing out stock options that have gone from being worth 15 to 40 bucks per share (in 3 months) to have extra cash. We both feel that she's had so little for so long that we are happy to find a way to give her something. We just keep telling ourselves that he can use the employee stock purchase plan to recover some of this and because the stock just split, it won't kill us nearly as much. *sigh* I'm putting her in an art class because one of the kids at the Christian youth group made aspersions about her heritage, claiming that he was just making a joke. I didn't find it funny and she was hurt by it, so I'm taking her to the library at will and she'll be taking this drawing class once a week while she's here because drawing is something she loves to do. Her mom is coming up next week to visit, so we'll all go to the local water park with the kids and hang. I might look into something else, but I'll see how happy she is and go from there.
She's been heavy on the guilt trip with her mom, but Pauline is hanging in there and not giving in because she told her "Too bad, you're going to have to stay." I've assured her that we're spoiling A rotten and while A whines about missing her friends, she's enjoying herself anyhow. She's tried pushing on the phone privileges, which I cut up short when she and I both knew she'd exceeded her limits. Mike was very clear with me about what was okay with him and what wasn't, so I've held the line fiercely. We were going to drive her home for an eye appointment and then I realized she was doing stuff that made it clear that she planned on making a run for it when we got back. I talked to her mom and we agreed that perhaps she just needed to wait on that eye appointment, but I also scratched my cornea with a drop of bacon grease, so I think it was all God's will. Everything for a reason.
The only real bummer is that a strange girl called on her boyfriend's cell and hung up on us one morning a half dozen times and finally demanded to know who I was and I identified myself and she hung up. Suffice it to say that we don't think the BF is keeping his nose clean despite the fact that he declared that "I think I love you." to her before they left. However, give this girl credit, she said that,"Hey, I've only known you 6 months, so I don't know if I love you or not." He was nonetheless unamused, apparently such that he can't keep it in his pants. Teenagers!
To follow up on the bacon grease, I saw the doctor yesterday and he said it was healed, so I'm good. No worries. I've gained weight, but I found out that there's a spa pool I could go work out in mornings. My biggest complaint with working out in water in winter is that it's cold, so now, I've got no excuses. I am going to start bolting for an hour or so mornings so I can get some working out time in there. It feels wonderful on my arthritis, and the weight loss would be lovely for my self esteem and diabetes. I got on a scale at the doctor and while it wasn't pretty, it wasn't as bad as I thought either.
Tomorrow morning, I'll be the big fat broad hauling my butt to the spa pool at the buttcrack of dawn. I figure a significant reduction of my buttcrack is a small price to pay for the lack of sleep.
I love this girl. I love her like my own. She's suffered pretty awful things and I think about the time she flinched when I reached up by her head into a cabinet that I realized just how much.
According to her mom, I've been spoiling her rotten. I've bought her underwear, socks, a pair of jeans, some shirts, and a bra. She had nothing but 3 halter tops and a single t-shirt when she arrived, which was all she owned in the world, aside from a couple of jeans, and a smattering of underwear. (Okay, we also hit the Mexican bread shop and Krispy Kremes, but whatEver) Her halter tops left little to the imagination and I finally pulled her aside and said that this was a really conservative area (Little Mormonville situated just south of Baptismal Fount) and that that kind of clothing was inappropriate. Pauline said she had not bought her any of the clothes she brought, so I'm assuming that her charming daddy did. She hasn't been living with Pauline but for a few weeks, so that's the most likely.
Overall, I thought that I chose a pretty tactful way to say, "Hey, you're my 15 year old niece and you look like a tramp!"
Mike and I are cashing out stock options that have gone from being worth 15 to 40 bucks per share (in 3 months) to have extra cash. We both feel that she's had so little for so long that we are happy to find a way to give her something. We just keep telling ourselves that he can use the employee stock purchase plan to recover some of this and because the stock just split, it won't kill us nearly as much. *sigh* I'm putting her in an art class because one of the kids at the Christian youth group made aspersions about her heritage, claiming that he was just making a joke. I didn't find it funny and she was hurt by it, so I'm taking her to the library at will and she'll be taking this drawing class once a week while she's here because drawing is something she loves to do. Her mom is coming up next week to visit, so we'll all go to the local water park with the kids and hang. I might look into something else, but I'll see how happy she is and go from there.
She's been heavy on the guilt trip with her mom, but Pauline is hanging in there and not giving in because she told her "Too bad, you're going to have to stay." I've assured her that we're spoiling A rotten and while A whines about missing her friends, she's enjoying herself anyhow. She's tried pushing on the phone privileges, which I cut up short when she and I both knew she'd exceeded her limits. Mike was very clear with me about what was okay with him and what wasn't, so I've held the line fiercely. We were going to drive her home for an eye appointment and then I realized she was doing stuff that made it clear that she planned on making a run for it when we got back. I talked to her mom and we agreed that perhaps she just needed to wait on that eye appointment, but I also scratched my cornea with a drop of bacon grease, so I think it was all God's will. Everything for a reason.
The only real bummer is that a strange girl called on her boyfriend's cell and hung up on us one morning a half dozen times and finally demanded to know who I was and I identified myself and she hung up. Suffice it to say that we don't think the BF is keeping his nose clean despite the fact that he declared that "I think I love you." to her before they left. However, give this girl credit, she said that,"Hey, I've only known you 6 months, so I don't know if I love you or not." He was nonetheless unamused, apparently such that he can't keep it in his pants. Teenagers!
To follow up on the bacon grease, I saw the doctor yesterday and he said it was healed, so I'm good. No worries. I've gained weight, but I found out that there's a spa pool I could go work out in mornings. My biggest complaint with working out in water in winter is that it's cold, so now, I've got no excuses. I am going to start bolting for an hour or so mornings so I can get some working out time in there. It feels wonderful on my arthritis, and the weight loss would be lovely for my self esteem and diabetes. I got on a scale at the doctor and while it wasn't pretty, it wasn't as bad as I thought either.
Tomorrow morning, I'll be the big fat broad hauling my butt to the spa pool at the buttcrack of dawn. I figure a significant reduction of my buttcrack is a small price to pay for the lack of sleep.
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