Monday, Monday
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Good mornin' and a Happy Halloween to you. Or Samhain if you prefer. :)
So we're back to Monday again, though an hour later than it officially is. Did you know that cats that are portion fed don't understand this whole 'fall back' thing? Yesterday our two fine felines began the OMG WE'RE STARVING!!! routine at about 4 pm. But, I get ahead of myself...
Saturday was lovely. One of those rare 'lets just stay in our PJs' kind of days. Slept in, fed the furry ones, and then played The Game ('Dynasty Warriors IV: Empires' for those who haven't been hanging on my every posted word). Took turns as apparently 'co-op' play isn't allowed in the Empire. So while the Hubby played I stitched, or watched and tried very hard not to tell him how to play. At some point in the afternoon a nap was taken- which was initiated by seeing the Leo snoozing on our bed and a 'let's flank the kitty!' -No we haven't been playing too many military-esque games!- idea. Which led to sleeping (though Leo left, he hates to share the bed. ;) ).
Hubby was kind enough to make dinner while I played The Game (steak, baked potato and Italian cut green beans- YUM!). As far as The Game goes, my current favorite thing to do is to use the edit officer ability to create a sweet looking girl and then give her a truly bad ass weapon. For those who know the game (like![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mightyafrodite) this would be like creating a Xiao Quio character and giving her Wei Yan's weapon. This amuses me to no end, and my amusement amuses the hubby.
At some point we also watched the Simon Schama 'History of Britain' disk 2 or 3, I forget, but this one covered Elizabeth I and Mary Queen of Scots in one episode, and then the time around Cromwell (and Charles I and II) in the next. Was fun. I love Simon Schama! He's really quite witty, in that British sort of way. He explains the events that unfolded and the word choice he employs is wonderful. Of course I can't think of any lines right now, that would explain why I like him so much and we can't have that.
Saturday also marked two things, one- I lost the cross stitch auction. It got to be over $20, was less of a bargain than I was wanting. So it went away. So did too the fear that the missed monthly was anything serious. Which was both a huge relief, and yet something of a disappointment. But, there's plenty of time- and I'm still trying to get used to being married much less anything else.
Sunday on the other hand... Wow. Woke up early and in pain. Seemed to be just another one of the sinus migraines I've been getting. So I got up, let the hubby sleep and curled up on the couch with a heat pack against the left side of my head and my oh so lovely soft white robe acting as a blanket. The latter would be why Ms. the Grey decided to come sleep against my legs. Pain lasted most of the day. I felt somewhat better after a hot shower, and the hubby was too good and gave me frequent head/neck rubs. Nothing was working.
As an aside, I did get to watch him playing The Game. It's fun to watch because he can't just sit still and play. Apparently moving the controller around helps to move the character. But still with the pain. Tried all sorts of things, nothing really helped. Then we added in the nauseated feeling- joy of joys. Headaches are bad, they make me whine and occasionally cry. Nausea? Don't deal well with that at all. Deal with that worse than with the headaches.
I don't know why, but it seemed that pizza would be a good option for dinner. Again, I don't know why, but as I was congested I thought it might be the only thing I could taste. But then we add in nausea. The Hubby called in the pizza order and I just couldn't deal with being nauseated anymore. So, I decided to deal with it the only way I know how- via vomiting. I keep ipecac for this purpose- and I have to say as a method of dieting? I don't get it. I was in the bathroom for quite sometime, and today my abs hurt. (Course, this could in part be related to not having eaten much and the ipecac working a little to well).
Afterwards, I decided that eating right away wasn't really high on my list of things to do. Instead I curled up on the couch again to 'close my eyes' while the Hubby ate. Once again I ended up with a Sasha curled up against my legs (she REALLY likes that robe). Later the Hubby rubbed my feet while I 'had my eyes closed.' At some point it seemed logical to realize that I didn't have a sinus headache (not enough congestion) I had a migraine! Woah... been so long I mistook it for something else. Also, I have a lovely older sister who shares. :) So I took a migraine med, closed my eyes for a bit more, and then slowly began to feel somewhat human.
Had a piece of pizza and everything! And watched "Noir" with the Hubby. Noir is anime, and much fun. Two young women who happen to be assassins. The younger of the two not knowing who or what she really is. They're on a journey to discover their pasts. In the meantime they work as assassins for hire using the name Noir. Is much fun.
I was feeling well enough at this point to stitch, so I worked on a project for awhile, and the Hubby made a quick run to the store to get ice cream for himself (and some for me too while he was there). I was able to eat that too! This meant I was feeling much better, if slightly silly.
We got a call on Sunday from the Hubby's mum. Apparently M is going to have her baby this week. Hubby tells me this and I laugh, because Hubby's Sis K told me that last weekend. Hubby mum and step-dad will be out of town 11-1 and 11-2, so of course M will have her baby one of those two days. Well, that turned out not to be the reason.
M's doctor has decided that if she hasn't had the baby by Wednesday he will induce her. Have I mentioned that 11-2 (or 11/4) is her due date? She hasn't mentioned any health conerns- so this whole inducing thing annoys me. Why force the labor so soon? I could see it if she were really late- I know some of my friends were born up to a month late. But Wednesday is her due date! The only thing I can think of is that it's more convenient to the doctor to have her deliver so he gan bugger off somewhere.
Gah! Maybe there's some reason I don't know. Maybe there is a health concern for M or the baby. But if not! Just deciding to induce on her due date? What kind of sense does that make? Do we have no patience for natural process? Seems to me that sometimes there's a reason babies aren't born on their due dates, sometimes it takes a little longer. The body, often time, does seem to know what it's doing- so why force it? Hmph. Seems to me that sometimes these things are done merely for the convenience of the doctors's schedules. Yes, there are times when induction and C-sections are very necessary and Good Things. But I also think that nowadays these things are done when they aren't necessary.
**EDIT** Apparently The dratted Hubby forgot one little, teeny, tiny detail. That being that she's already dilating and thus is 'in labor.' MIGHT have been good to know that yesterday! On the plus side this means I might win the 50/50 'bet' of Guess the Delivery Date :)
The above leads me to a conversation I had with the hubby yesterday about being 'normal.' My life is 'normal' and by that I mean extraordinary things don't happen to me. Even how the hubby and I met- through mutual friends- wasn't all that extraordinary, and doesn't make for an exciting tale. In many ways the events around me are, well, ordinary. Though I do have to say that to me our lvoe is anything but ordinary. :)
When I was young I wanted a vivid, exciting life. I wanted extraordinary. To be famous, or at least well known, to be rich, or... something, anything. But those thigns never happen to me. I was a 'jack of all trades' kind of student even, fairly good in all the subjects I took- but not fabulous at any of them. This used to cause some bit of distress. I *wanted* to be different from everyone else. I wanted to be known for something.
That something though could also be bad. What can make someone extraordinary is the pain that they've suffered and lived through. The terrible disease that has left them crippled in some ability- but through which they still shine and inspire others. But again, those things don't happen to me. I have had friends that are extraordinary, both by virtue of having tremendously good things going on and by having negative events.
It's not because I'm good, or pure, or anything silly like that. It's just that I'm ordinary. I'm coming to terms with this, being okay with the idea that while I may never win $35,000 on my favorite lottery scratch off ticket- I can still win $20 here and there. Being okay with the middle road- the emotions tend to be easier, the dips and upswings aren't as wild- and I'm sure some would say that I'm not really living- but the negatives aren't so bad. This isn't to come across as pitying, or somehow being down on myself. It just is. Perhaps to some other people this is a 'well, duh!' sort of idea, but it's been percolating in my mind for awhile.
Even my worry about a missed monthly occurence never took real root- because those things don't happen to me. The odds were quite low- and it just wasn't terribly likely that the needed percentages would be met. A planned event? That would be different. It's all little things, like much of what life is. Little ups and downs. Not terribly exciting. But then again, I've seen what a wreck terribly exciting can make of a life. So, I'm ordinary, which means I must not be alone, huh?
Or is it that which makes me so ordinary in so many ways actually makes me extraordinary? Or maybe I don't see something. I know there are many friends out there who might say 'well yeah, we're ordinary too.' but I see something about them that makes them- to me- extraordinary.
(the boss just came out asking "Alright Anne, what did you do?" Which I met with my 'wha huh?' look as I hadn't done anything... So then I hear about the police officer cruising our halls. "I didn't do... well, I'm not telling." Boss laughed "Ignorance is bliss" and my quip, "What you don't know can't implicate you." then he muttered something about coffee and wandered away...)
Good mornin' and a Happy Halloween to you. Or Samhain if you prefer. :)
So we're back to Monday again, though an hour later than it officially is. Did you know that cats that are portion fed don't understand this whole 'fall back' thing? Yesterday our two fine felines began the OMG WE'RE STARVING!!! routine at about 4 pm. But, I get ahead of myself...
Saturday was lovely. One of those rare 'lets just stay in our PJs' kind of days. Slept in, fed the furry ones, and then played The Game ('Dynasty Warriors IV: Empires' for those who haven't been hanging on my every posted word). Took turns as apparently 'co-op' play isn't allowed in the Empire. So while the Hubby played I stitched, or watched and tried very hard not to tell him how to play. At some point in the afternoon a nap was taken- which was initiated by seeing the Leo snoozing on our bed and a 'let's flank the kitty!' -No we haven't been playing too many military-esque games!- idea. Which led to sleeping (though Leo left, he hates to share the bed. ;) ).
Hubby was kind enough to make dinner while I played The Game (steak, baked potato and Italian cut green beans- YUM!). As far as The Game goes, my current favorite thing to do is to use the edit officer ability to create a sweet looking girl and then give her a truly bad ass weapon. For those who know the game (like
mightyafrodite) this would be like creating a Xiao Quio character and giving her Wei Yan's weapon. This amuses me to no end, and my amusement amuses the hubby. At some point we also watched the Simon Schama 'History of Britain' disk 2 or 3, I forget, but this one covered Elizabeth I and Mary Queen of Scots in one episode, and then the time around Cromwell (and Charles I and II) in the next. Was fun. I love Simon Schama! He's really quite witty, in that British sort of way. He explains the events that unfolded and the word choice he employs is wonderful. Of course I can't think of any lines right now, that would explain why I like him so much and we can't have that.
Saturday also marked two things, one- I lost the cross stitch auction. It got to be over $20, was less of a bargain than I was wanting. So it went away. So did too the fear that the missed monthly was anything serious. Which was both a huge relief, and yet something of a disappointment. But, there's plenty of time- and I'm still trying to get used to being married much less anything else.
Sunday on the other hand... Wow. Woke up early and in pain. Seemed to be just another one of the sinus migraines I've been getting. So I got up, let the hubby sleep and curled up on the couch with a heat pack against the left side of my head and my oh so lovely soft white robe acting as a blanket. The latter would be why Ms. the Grey decided to come sleep against my legs. Pain lasted most of the day. I felt somewhat better after a hot shower, and the hubby was too good and gave me frequent head/neck rubs. Nothing was working.
As an aside, I did get to watch him playing The Game. It's fun to watch because he can't just sit still and play. Apparently moving the controller around helps to move the character. But still with the pain. Tried all sorts of things, nothing really helped. Then we added in the nauseated feeling- joy of joys. Headaches are bad, they make me whine and occasionally cry. Nausea? Don't deal well with that at all. Deal with that worse than with the headaches.
I don't know why, but it seemed that pizza would be a good option for dinner. Again, I don't know why, but as I was congested I thought it might be the only thing I could taste. But then we add in nausea. The Hubby called in the pizza order and I just couldn't deal with being nauseated anymore. So, I decided to deal with it the only way I know how- via vomiting. I keep ipecac for this purpose- and I have to say as a method of dieting? I don't get it. I was in the bathroom for quite sometime, and today my abs hurt. (Course, this could in part be related to not having eaten much and the ipecac working a little to well).
Afterwards, I decided that eating right away wasn't really high on my list of things to do. Instead I curled up on the couch again to 'close my eyes' while the Hubby ate. Once again I ended up with a Sasha curled up against my legs (she REALLY likes that robe). Later the Hubby rubbed my feet while I 'had my eyes closed.' At some point it seemed logical to realize that I didn't have a sinus headache (not enough congestion) I had a migraine! Woah... been so long I mistook it for something else. Also, I have a lovely older sister who shares. :) So I took a migraine med, closed my eyes for a bit more, and then slowly began to feel somewhat human.
Had a piece of pizza and everything! And watched "Noir" with the Hubby. Noir is anime, and much fun. Two young women who happen to be assassins. The younger of the two not knowing who or what she really is. They're on a journey to discover their pasts. In the meantime they work as assassins for hire using the name Noir. Is much fun.
I was feeling well enough at this point to stitch, so I worked on a project for awhile, and the Hubby made a quick run to the store to get ice cream for himself (and some for me too while he was there). I was able to eat that too! This meant I was feeling much better, if slightly silly.
We got a call on Sunday from the Hubby's mum. Apparently M is going to have her baby this week. Hubby tells me this and I laugh, because Hubby's Sis K told me that last weekend. Hubby mum and step-dad will be out of town 11-1 and 11-2, so of course M will have her baby one of those two days. Well, that turned out not to be the reason.
M's doctor has decided that if she hasn't had the baby by Wednesday he will induce her. Have I mentioned that 11-2 (or 11/4) is her due date? She hasn't mentioned any health conerns- so this whole inducing thing annoys me. Why force the labor so soon? I could see it if she were really late- I know some of my friends were born up to a month late. But Wednesday is her due date! The only thing I can think of is that it's more convenient to the doctor to have her deliver so he gan bugger off somewhere.
Gah! Maybe there's some reason I don't know. Maybe there is a health concern for M or the baby. But if not! Just deciding to induce on her due date? What kind of sense does that make? Do we have no patience for natural process? Seems to me that sometimes there's a reason babies aren't born on their due dates, sometimes it takes a little longer. The body, often time, does seem to know what it's doing- so why force it? Hmph. Seems to me that sometimes these things are done merely for the convenience of the doctors's schedules. Yes, there are times when induction and C-sections are very necessary and Good Things. But I also think that nowadays these things are done when they aren't necessary.
**EDIT** Apparently The dratted Hubby forgot one little, teeny, tiny detail. That being that she's already dilating and thus is 'in labor.' MIGHT have been good to know that yesterday! On the plus side this means I might win the 50/50 'bet' of Guess the Delivery Date :)
The above leads me to a conversation I had with the hubby yesterday about being 'normal.' My life is 'normal' and by that I mean extraordinary things don't happen to me. Even how the hubby and I met- through mutual friends- wasn't all that extraordinary, and doesn't make for an exciting tale. In many ways the events around me are, well, ordinary. Though I do have to say that to me our lvoe is anything but ordinary. :)
When I was young I wanted a vivid, exciting life. I wanted extraordinary. To be famous, or at least well known, to be rich, or... something, anything. But those thigns never happen to me. I was a 'jack of all trades' kind of student even, fairly good in all the subjects I took- but not fabulous at any of them. This used to cause some bit of distress. I *wanted* to be different from everyone else. I wanted to be known for something.
That something though could also be bad. What can make someone extraordinary is the pain that they've suffered and lived through. The terrible disease that has left them crippled in some ability- but through which they still shine and inspire others. But again, those things don't happen to me. I have had friends that are extraordinary, both by virtue of having tremendously good things going on and by having negative events.
It's not because I'm good, or pure, or anything silly like that. It's just that I'm ordinary. I'm coming to terms with this, being okay with the idea that while I may never win $35,000 on my favorite lottery scratch off ticket- I can still win $20 here and there. Being okay with the middle road- the emotions tend to be easier, the dips and upswings aren't as wild- and I'm sure some would say that I'm not really living- but the negatives aren't so bad. This isn't to come across as pitying, or somehow being down on myself. It just is. Perhaps to some other people this is a 'well, duh!' sort of idea, but it's been percolating in my mind for awhile.
Even my worry about a missed monthly occurence never took real root- because those things don't happen to me. The odds were quite low- and it just wasn't terribly likely that the needed percentages would be met. A planned event? That would be different. It's all little things, like much of what life is. Little ups and downs. Not terribly exciting. But then again, I've seen what a wreck terribly exciting can make of a life. So, I'm ordinary, which means I must not be alone, huh?
Or is it that which makes me so ordinary in so many ways actually makes me extraordinary? Or maybe I don't see something. I know there are many friends out there who might say 'well yeah, we're ordinary too.' but I see something about them that makes them- to me- extraordinary.
(the boss just came out asking "Alright Anne, what did you do?" Which I met with my 'wha huh?' look as I hadn't done anything... So then I hear about the police officer cruising our halls. "I didn't do... well, I'm not telling." Boss laughed "Ignorance is bliss" and my quip, "What you don't know can't implicate you." then he muttered something about coffee and wandered away...)
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Date: 2005-10-31 09:16 am (UTC)I figured that's what you meant. With more excercise he would need more food- but if he's getting LESS excercise (or will be once he curtails his outdoor ramblings) less food is good.