Well, you knew the Jury Duty Fairy would bestow his or her graces on me one day. Today would be that day. Fourteen years and this is the first time called, I guess its a small sacrifice to decide the school board every few years. And being a Lifetime Girl Scout, you knew I wasn't looking for a way to shirk my responsibilities (if my boss can use prepone, I can use Shirk. I'm an English Major, I've earned the right.) So I've been here 20 minutes and so far, I wish I had brought a couple of the DVDs I needed to catch up on. Its so far a very long morning and hopefully, this will be the only day. Since we cannot watch the news, we are watching the Jeffersons. I guess its better than the soap operas. I never could get into those. My mom watched them until I was 5 and the tv caught on fire. No, the two were not interrelated, it was bizarre coincidence. That ended that for her (yes we did get a new TV, but spend I think a least a month with a 9" B&W as our only TV until the television store had a sale.)
This weekend was very tiring with Jimmy (Bri went to Eema's house again.) Jimmy went to bed after 11pm Sat and woke us up at 2:45 Sunday morning soaking wet. I guess it was a combination of water from daddy's glass and leaking pull-up, but I really don't want to venture too far into that. He went back to sleep after we turned on the infomercials (anything else is too simulating and he WILL keep us up all night). He woke us up sometime after the sun rose to watch Sponge Bob. James and I tried to get a little more sleep and Jimmy decided it was time to play with his paint with water book (the one where the pictures appear with water and disappear when dry). So we got out of bed and proceeded to chug coffee to get moving. We did a few things around the house and decided he needed a nap (at noon). So we took a drive and he fell asleep after 30 minutes. James and I got some tacos and I went to a Christian bookshop to look for Anita Renfoe books. I liked the shop, but their system of organization was rather odd. Did not find a single one of her books. Since I have to go to Target after Jury Duty today for the things we forgot this weekend, I will stop by Family where I can find what I am looking for. I know what you are thinking, why didn't you ask, but that would take too much effort and then I would feel I had to buy the book.
Gotta Go, they are paging us
Monday, March 31, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Well, chalk this up to another one of my bad ideas...
Last year, I saw they came out with Sugar Free Peeps. I was unable to find them. So this year I was pleasantly surprised when they were in my Easter bag from my parents. Yes, my parents don't give baskets, but gift bags from Easter (oh and part of our gift bag is new socks). So I was so happy. Yes! Candy I can eat on Weight Watchers! Whoo Hoo!!! Thank you mom and dad! (And I did need the socks).
Well.
It was not a good idea. On the back of the package are the words "Excessive Consumption May Cause Stomach Discomfort and /or a Mild Laxative Effect". Ok I know if I eat a whole bag of Sugar Free Crunch Bars I will get sick (yes I've done it before). What I know now is one package of Sugar Free Peeps will do the same thing. Even though a package is one serving. Its not like I ate 10 packages in a sitting. So, Back to square one. Can't eat the sugar free peeps. The regular ones are three points a serving, but the benefit is they will not clean you out as if you are scheduled for a colonoscopy tomorrow.
And while we are at it, let's discuss the fact I am now a Weight Watchers failure! I've gained 2 lbs in the three weeks I've been on it. GAINED 2 LBS!!! This is totally sucking. I am the heaviest I have been, pregnant or not. GRRRRRRR. Its not helping that the diet products make me sick. Not the Weight Watchers stuff I have. Anything with Splenda or Olestra is out for me (unless I need to prep for a colonoscopy, just kidding). And the other thing that is irritating me is that my friends I have brought this up to all ask me if I am retaining water? Yeah, ok, my rings fit fine and my shoes aren't tight. Another friend told me I drink too much soda. I drink a couple Diet Cokes a day and I think my lunch had more sodium than the Diet Coke. I guess we'll see next week if I can lose any weight or its time to schedule surgery.
That's it because I gotta go to the bathroom again.
I think these guys are laughing at me.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Did the Wii Go wee-wee?
You have now heard the big news in our house, we now are proud owners of a 10 lb white and blue Wii. Boy, I have a learning curve to navigate. WAAAYYY different than our last system, the Xbox, bought when Bri was mere days old. I bought it because the controllers looked easiest to operate for Jimmy and they had plenty of family friendly titles. I guess this might make up for not getting to Disney this year. Its cool, got it working fially, won't go through the VCR, which like the TV was a wedding present about 8 years ago (note to us, we need a new TV with more imputs. need to work on this).
So, I am sitting at the Toyota Dealership waiting for my oil to be changed. I heart my dealership. Free Wi-fi and Starbucks Coffee and they send us coupons and they are willing to wash the digustingness that is my Yaris. So cool. Its worth the 20 minute drive to get here. Much quiet that playing the Wii with Bri. Jimmy kept saying he had a wee wee when we were settting up the Wii. We tried it out, Bri and I bowled, James and Jimmy played baseball. I'll try to get some pics of us playing the Wii up soon.
That's it for now, I'm going to catch up on my blogs and watch Nancy Grace on the TV at the dealership.
So, I am sitting at the Toyota Dealership waiting for my oil to be changed. I heart my dealership. Free Wi-fi and Starbucks Coffee and they send us coupons and they are willing to wash the digustingness that is my Yaris. So cool. Its worth the 20 minute drive to get here. Much quiet that playing the Wii with Bri. Jimmy kept saying he had a wee wee when we were settting up the Wii. We tried it out, Bri and I bowled, James and Jimmy played baseball. I'll try to get some pics of us playing the Wii up soon.
That's it for now, I'm going to catch up on my blogs and watch Nancy Grace on the TV at the dealership.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Jimmy's birth story
Lotus at Sarcastic Mom is have a Birth Story Carnival today, so here is the story of how Jimmy came into this world.
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Saturday January 8, 2005. It was eight days until my due date. That morning we took Bri to her sibling class at the hospital. Afterwards, we got Taco Bell for lunch. I didn't feel good after lunch so I laid down. I was still laying down at 2 pm when James needed to leave for work and asked him to stay home (my parents were going to be coming back from Disney World that night and I think his parents were doing something). So James called in to work and stayed home with me. Bri was running around the house as usual and James was going to take her to the mall about 4pm. I wanted to go with, I needed a gift bag for the baby shower I was supposed to go to the next day. So we headed to the local mall. I got to the Hallmark store from the play area, bought a bag and came back. I did have to stop a few times while walking through the mall. James thought we should call the doc. I thought he was silly. I was late with Bri, so I figured I was just uncomfortable.
We got home and had something for dinner, but I kept having to stop talking or walking at times. He called my doc. The doc on call's opinion was to come in and be checked. I thought this would be a waste of time, so I put together Jimmy's new baby swing before we left. We packed up Bri's stuff (my suitcase was already in the car) and left to first drop Bri off with the in laws and then go to the hospital.
We got to the hospital around 9 pm. I had called my parents to tell them we were going to the hospital to get checked out. The nurse checked me and then said "you're probably dehydrated. Drink more water and walk around for a while and we'll check you then." Great, so James carried my huge cup o' water as I did laps around the L&D area. I kept having to stop because it HURT! Finally, around 10:30, they decided I was really in labor and admitted me to a real room, not the triage room.
So they started an IV and hooked me up to the monitors. We got into a discussion about Group B strep, which my docs office forgot to add to the hospital chart. Then we had to go thought the list of antibiotics I cannot have until they found one to give me through my IV. James and I sat there and watched tv for a while. He also got my bag out of the car. About 1 am they checked me again and decided I could have an epidural. Oh thank the Lord, it was beginning to really hurt without the pitocin. So the anesthesiologist came in and did the epidural. On the second try, they got it. Then the whole left side of my body went numb. That was the weirdest feeling I have ever had, even my eyeballs were numb, but I was not letting them take it out and try again. Meanwhile, I was stuck watching a Dallas basketball game because James was asleep and the way the room was set up, he was in front of me, not next to me. So I dozed in and out, they would check me every once in a while, my water decided to break somewhere in here which made the nurse happy. About 5 am, they checked and decided I was almost ready to go. So the nurse paged the doc. Then they told me I would have to wait. It got worse. I was fully dilated and ready to push and couldn't. They were waiting for the doc, who was at home, not the hospital (they had been giving him updates all night) and the nurse told me flat out she would not deliver my baby. I really needed to push and couldn't. Trying to hold a baby in is very difficult. Finally, about 5:30am, the doc showed up and got ready to catch the baby. A couple pushes and Jimmy was born at 5:39 am 1/9/05. He was a healthy 8.2 lbs 19.5" long. He was born with blisters on him, which they said would heal up and were harmless. The doc pulled out the pieces of placenta that refused to come out, stiched me up and left (and he got $4000 from my insurance for 20 minutes of work!).
So no, I did not make it to the shower that day and neither did my parents, they came to see us. We came home Tuesday and the fun really began!
There you have it. Now Jimmy is a hyperactive three year old and all the trauma he caused me may one day be a memory.
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Saturday January 8, 2005. It was eight days until my due date. That morning we took Bri to her sibling class at the hospital. Afterwards, we got Taco Bell for lunch. I didn't feel good after lunch so I laid down. I was still laying down at 2 pm when James needed to leave for work and asked him to stay home (my parents were going to be coming back from Disney World that night and I think his parents were doing something). So James called in to work and stayed home with me. Bri was running around the house as usual and James was going to take her to the mall about 4pm. I wanted to go with, I needed a gift bag for the baby shower I was supposed to go to the next day. So we headed to the local mall. I got to the Hallmark store from the play area, bought a bag and came back. I did have to stop a few times while walking through the mall. James thought we should call the doc. I thought he was silly. I was late with Bri, so I figured I was just uncomfortable.
We got home and had something for dinner, but I kept having to stop talking or walking at times. He called my doc. The doc on call's opinion was to come in and be checked. I thought this would be a waste of time, so I put together Jimmy's new baby swing before we left. We packed up Bri's stuff (my suitcase was already in the car) and left to first drop Bri off with the in laws and then go to the hospital.
We got to the hospital around 9 pm. I had called my parents to tell them we were going to the hospital to get checked out. The nurse checked me and then said "you're probably dehydrated. Drink more water and walk around for a while and we'll check you then." Great, so James carried my huge cup o' water as I did laps around the L&D area. I kept having to stop because it HURT! Finally, around 10:30, they decided I was really in labor and admitted me to a real room, not the triage room.
So they started an IV and hooked me up to the monitors. We got into a discussion about Group B strep, which my docs office forgot to add to the hospital chart. Then we had to go thought the list of antibiotics I cannot have until they found one to give me through my IV. James and I sat there and watched tv for a while. He also got my bag out of the car. About 1 am they checked me again and decided I could have an epidural. Oh thank the Lord, it was beginning to really hurt without the pitocin. So the anesthesiologist came in and did the epidural. On the second try, they got it. Then the whole left side of my body went numb. That was the weirdest feeling I have ever had, even my eyeballs were numb, but I was not letting them take it out and try again. Meanwhile, I was stuck watching a Dallas basketball game because James was asleep and the way the room was set up, he was in front of me, not next to me. So I dozed in and out, they would check me every once in a while, my water decided to break somewhere in here which made the nurse happy. About 5 am, they checked and decided I was almost ready to go. So the nurse paged the doc. Then they told me I would have to wait. It got worse. I was fully dilated and ready to push and couldn't. They were waiting for the doc, who was at home, not the hospital (they had been giving him updates all night) and the nurse told me flat out she would not deliver my baby. I really needed to push and couldn't. Trying to hold a baby in is very difficult. Finally, about 5:30am, the doc showed up and got ready to catch the baby. A couple pushes and Jimmy was born at 5:39 am 1/9/05. He was a healthy 8.2 lbs 19.5" long. He was born with blisters on him, which they said would heal up and were harmless. The doc pulled out the pieces of placenta that refused to come out, stiched me up and left (and he got $4000 from my insurance for 20 minutes of work!).
So no, I did not make it to the shower that day and neither did my parents, they came to see us. We came home Tuesday and the fun really began!
There you have it. Now Jimmy is a hyperactive three year old and all the trauma he caused me may one day be a memory.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
If its spring why is it snowing?
So yesterday, I stayed home with the kids. Jimmy's spring break started yesterday and Bri has been on break since Monday. So I agreed to take them both and take a day off work. It went really well, until about 2pm, when they both really needed naps and were not going to take them. The kids played nicely together for the most part(including dolls for a long time), ate (although Jimmy is doing a new thing where he asks for something, goes back and forth about wanting it and then wants it, but eats a small portion), and let me get a couple things done like paying bills. It was nice to spend time with the kids and they were not sick. However, it decided to snow yesterday, so they were asking to ride bikes outside since it was the first day of Spring and I said no, for obvious reasons. Bri aslo asks where we were eating for lunch, and I said home because they were predicting 6-8 inches of snow, we didn't get that much but I was not taking chances. About the time they were really acting silly, James came home from work and I left for the doctor.
I had to have my yearly checkup with the gyn. Now I love this woman, she delivered my daughter and did my pre-natal care for my son. But she is REALLY popular and I waited an hour in the waiting room until they called me back into a room and then waited about another 1/2 hour to see her for 10 minutes. And then it was "oh, you need to talk to your general doc about this" "Oh you need to see a specialist for that" "Here we'll change your med again and see in three months if it helps." So we are back to square one on a lot of things. Which is the most frustrating thing of all because I am getting sick of docs that if it isn't the new hip diagnosis or can't get them in a medical journal, they want nothing to do with it. Meanwhile, I am in pain, bleeding and miserable. I guess a lot of this stuff is routine to them, but its not to me. So, my parents had gotten here at 5 for dinner and I didn't get home until 6:15 when all was said and done.
I gotta get ready for Easter tomorrow and having people in my house for dessert.
I had to have my yearly checkup with the gyn. Now I love this woman, she delivered my daughter and did my pre-natal care for my son. But she is REALLY popular and I waited an hour in the waiting room until they called me back into a room and then waited about another 1/2 hour to see her for 10 minutes. And then it was "oh, you need to talk to your general doc about this" "Oh you need to see a specialist for that" "Here we'll change your med again and see in three months if it helps." So we are back to square one on a lot of things. Which is the most frustrating thing of all because I am getting sick of docs that if it isn't the new hip diagnosis or can't get them in a medical journal, they want nothing to do with it. Meanwhile, I am in pain, bleeding and miserable. I guess a lot of this stuff is routine to them, but its not to me. So, my parents had gotten here at 5 for dinner and I didn't get home until 6:15 when all was said and done.
I gotta get ready for Easter tomorrow and having people in my house for dessert.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Happy Birthday to me, now pass the fiber
My birthday was fine, went out to eat with the family on Wens, my friend at work took me out Friday and James and I got to go out on Saturday for a dinner that did not involve costumed characters or children's menus. Its nice to go out once in a while for a meal that does not involve telling the kids to sit down, and get out from under the table and don't eat anything while they are under there.
I didn't get the best news today, I had to go for a follow up with the GI doc. I ended up in the ER last week for bleeding. They ran some blood work and sent me home. I called my primary before I went to the ER and the nurse sent me to the ER. So I went for the follow up. I have to have the dreaded c word (colonoscopy). I had one about 7 years ago. It sucked. They at least gave me a different prep for it, so I don't have to drink the gallon of nasty stuff that supposedly tasted like lemon lime. I also probably have Barrett's esophagus. My new GI is going to reread the results from the endoscopy in November. It means I'll be on the acid reflux drugs for the rest of my life and that hopefully will keep me from getting cancer. I also have to start taking fiber supplements again, since it does not appear to bother my IBS. I forgot how much fun that is. I mixed it with orange juice so it didn't taste too bad.
With the colonoscopy, I feel bad about my kids because I know it was hard on James when I had the last one, we didn't have kids yet. I will try and explain to Bri but Jimmy is not going to understand much beyond, mommy is sick and on the toilet.
We also are cancelling going to Disney this year. We'll probably take two shorter weekend trips and get a Wii instead. Hopefully next year, we will be able to go. The problem is we will probably have to drive if we go, so that adds two day on either end of the trip to drive. It als means we have to plan a long enough trip so its worthwild to take the trip.
That's it for now. I'm going to try and find a Wii online.
I didn't get the best news today, I had to go for a follow up with the GI doc. I ended up in the ER last week for bleeding. They ran some blood work and sent me home. I called my primary before I went to the ER and the nurse sent me to the ER. So I went for the follow up. I have to have the dreaded c word (colonoscopy). I had one about 7 years ago. It sucked. They at least gave me a different prep for it, so I don't have to drink the gallon of nasty stuff that supposedly tasted like lemon lime. I also probably have Barrett's esophagus. My new GI is going to reread the results from the endoscopy in November. It means I'll be on the acid reflux drugs for the rest of my life and that hopefully will keep me from getting cancer. I also have to start taking fiber supplements again, since it does not appear to bother my IBS. I forgot how much fun that is. I mixed it with orange juice so it didn't taste too bad.
With the colonoscopy, I feel bad about my kids because I know it was hard on James when I had the last one, we didn't have kids yet. I will try and explain to Bri but Jimmy is not going to understand much beyond, mommy is sick and on the toilet.
We also are cancelling going to Disney this year. We'll probably take two shorter weekend trips and get a Wii instead. Hopefully next year, we will be able to go. The problem is we will probably have to drive if we go, so that adds two day on either end of the trip to drive. It als means we have to plan a long enough trip so its worthwild to take the trip.
That's it for now. I'm going to try and find a Wii online.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Hope From Shopping
I know, no postings all week, I'm feeling better, thought I was getting a sinus infection, willed it away by going "ohnononogoawaynonotnownonono" and throwing sudafed at it. Its getting better, but not 100%. I'm dizzy on occasion and it hurts from time to time. I'll update on the week later, but this post is important and wanted to get it done before it got past me.
If you don't read too many blogs, you probably haven't met Lotus aka Sarcastic Mom yet . She is cool, funny and always a daily read for me. She named her back fat (and writes posts about it), writes a weekly haiku (I majored in English and I can't do that) and takes AWESOME pics, I love a woman like that. Well, the blogosphere has gotten together to help. See, she, her hubby and the cutest little boy Braden (next to Jimmy of course) live in a house that has a rather nasty mold problem, and they need to move away from it (the management co has let them out of the lease!). So, we are pitching in to help. There is a button on the side (look down, keep looking...)and if you click on it will explain how we are helping out. If you can, please do so. If you can't give monetarily, please pray and send positive comments to her.
If you don't read too many blogs, you probably haven't met Lotus aka Sarcastic Mom yet . She is cool, funny and always a daily read for me. She named her back fat (and writes posts about it), writes a weekly haiku (I majored in English and I can't do that) and takes AWESOME pics, I love a woman like that. Well, the blogosphere has gotten together to help. See, she, her hubby and the cutest little boy Braden (next to Jimmy of course) live in a house that has a rather nasty mold problem, and they need to move away from it (the management co has let them out of the lease!). So, we are pitching in to help. There is a button on the side (look down, keep looking...)and if you click on it will explain how we are helping out. If you can, please do so. If you can't give monetarily, please pray and send positive comments to her.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
I fought the Flu and the Flu won
Yup, I got really sick over the weekend. Bad news was James was also. So, two sick adults and one getting better hyper child (Bri went to Eema's Friday.) So no new shoes, no Kids Fair and I'm trying to pull myself together to go to the shower, which I don't know I haven't heard from my parents yet and they were saying they didn't feel well either yesterday.
So yesterday sucked the worse, I got a fever last night and spent a few hours in bed shivering with a 102 temperature. It finally broke, but that sucked. Now my sinuses are clogged and hurt, so I'm probably getting a nice sinus infection next. Oh well.
I'm going to watch SpongeBob with Jimmy and get a little more rest.
So yesterday sucked the worse, I got a fever last night and spent a few hours in bed shivering with a 102 temperature. It finally broke, but that sucked. Now my sinuses are clogged and hurt, so I'm probably getting a nice sinus infection next. Oh well.
I'm going to watch SpongeBob with Jimmy and get a little more rest.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Not now! I have plans....
I am officially sick, my whole body hurts. You would think as the only member of this household who actually got a flu shot, I would be well. Nope, I'm sick. At least I made it to March. I'm trying to finish my oatmeal so I can go take another nap. The nice part is when I blow my nose its clear not green anymore, but most of the gunk is running down my throat. I'm supposed to take Bri for new gym shoes tonight, go the the Children's Expo tomorrow and a baby shower for a family friend who is having twins on Sunday. I need to get all the rest I can now.
Jimmy went back to the ped yesterday. He was crying all day at Early Childhood, which is highly unusual. School is one place we rarely have behavioral issues. So his Eema, who takes him from the school to daycare for us since the district thinks its better if I switch to an in-district daycare facility instead of keeping him SPD in check (to get busing), took him home with her for the afternoon. His ear is getting fluid again and he's got a swollen gland, so you know what that means? More antibiotics! Which I can't give him! This kid is going to end up like me shortly with all the antibiotics that look like penicillin they give him.
I really had other ideas for this post, like I am sick of hearing about Autism. I'm sorry to any family that is living with a child who has been diagnosed, but my kid (and I'm sure plenty of others) have SPD and its not in the DSM-IV so some people don't believe it exists. Try getting insurance to cover that. How about they throw some funding behind SPD? How about a public awareness campaign so people will stop calling mine (and other children) spoiled. Do you know how many books there are just about SPD that I saw at Barnes and Noble? One. One lousy book, which I own. Two if you count its companion play book. I want to write one, but I'd like to get a couple more years of this under my belt before I start advising people about my son's life.
And before anyone says I don't know what Autism is like, I do know families who are dealing with it and I can empathise. But it does not make me hurt less for my son or want more for him.
Jimmy went back to the ped yesterday. He was crying all day at Early Childhood, which is highly unusual. School is one place we rarely have behavioral issues. So his Eema, who takes him from the school to daycare for us since the district thinks its better if I switch to an in-district daycare facility instead of keeping him SPD in check (to get busing), took him home with her for the afternoon. His ear is getting fluid again and he's got a swollen gland, so you know what that means? More antibiotics! Which I can't give him! This kid is going to end up like me shortly with all the antibiotics that look like penicillin they give him.
I really had other ideas for this post, like I am sick of hearing about Autism. I'm sorry to any family that is living with a child who has been diagnosed, but my kid (and I'm sure plenty of others) have SPD and its not in the DSM-IV so some people don't believe it exists. Try getting insurance to cover that. How about they throw some funding behind SPD? How about a public awareness campaign so people will stop calling mine (and other children) spoiled. Do you know how many books there are just about SPD that I saw at Barnes and Noble? One. One lousy book, which I own. Two if you count its companion play book. I want to write one, but I'd like to get a couple more years of this under my belt before I start advising people about my son's life.
And before anyone says I don't know what Autism is like, I do know families who are dealing with it and I can empathise. But it does not make me hurt less for my son or want more for him.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Another fun Wens in the life of an underwriter
Well, I'm getting whatever has been going around. I've been lucky this far, but my luck is running out. Jimmy was sick yesterday and stayed home with me in the morning. He had a 102 fever and I figured if school didn't ship him back, daycare would. I neti potted my sinuses tonight and I really need more practice. I nearly drowned trying to do it. I got a lot of stuff out of my throat, but it still hurts.
We took Jimmy to the GI doc yesterday also. Being sick, he wasn't a happy camper. According to their scale, he lost two lbs from the allergist visit last week. The doc isn't concerned, he's 95th per. for height and 90th for weight for his age. The doc gave me the number to the nutritionist if I wanted to discuss this, but he thinks its ok. We are to keep an eye on him and put him back on the meds if we see serious problems like we have before. Go back in 6 months to a year for follow up.
We are trying to start a WW group at work, again. I have always done great, when I am on the program. I lost 20 lbs last year, quit in September, ended up on serious asthma drugs and gained 35 back. I am heavier now than either of my pregnancies. I am off the asthma drugs, however since it seems to be really bad GERD that natural cures cannot handle. So, do I really want to spend almost $200 to try and lose weight, have the group quit and gain more back again? This is my 4th attempt to get back to my wedding weight (57 lbs total to lose). I would be ok with that. The sick thing is, based on weight and BMI I can qualify for lap-band surgery. However, will insurance pay it and can I give up bagels for good? Probably not for either point.
James and I went to Whole Foods again tonight. We got to walk around and talk, which is unusual. We discussed laundry detergents, Born Free bottles, and why do "natural" fabric softener sheets costs so much? We also looked at marshmallows. The options are commercially produced with fish gelatin or bakery made neither with blue dye. James was happy when he found commercially made ones, but I said I didn't get them because they have the fish gelatin (but are kosher) and I had no clue if it was worth it. Did not spend as much as Sunday. Got a couple more things for dinners. Textured Vegetable Protein Sloppy Joe's anyone? Not like mom used to make.
So, that's really it, I hope to beat whatever I got by this weekend. It really sucks and I've got plans.
We took Jimmy to the GI doc yesterday also. Being sick, he wasn't a happy camper. According to their scale, he lost two lbs from the allergist visit last week. The doc isn't concerned, he's 95th per. for height and 90th for weight for his age. The doc gave me the number to the nutritionist if I wanted to discuss this, but he thinks its ok. We are to keep an eye on him and put him back on the meds if we see serious problems like we have before. Go back in 6 months to a year for follow up.
We are trying to start a WW group at work, again. I have always done great, when I am on the program. I lost 20 lbs last year, quit in September, ended up on serious asthma drugs and gained 35 back. I am heavier now than either of my pregnancies. I am off the asthma drugs, however since it seems to be really bad GERD that natural cures cannot handle. So, do I really want to spend almost $200 to try and lose weight, have the group quit and gain more back again? This is my 4th attempt to get back to my wedding weight (57 lbs total to lose). I would be ok with that. The sick thing is, based on weight and BMI I can qualify for lap-band surgery. However, will insurance pay it and can I give up bagels for good? Probably not for either point.
James and I went to Whole Foods again tonight. We got to walk around and talk, which is unusual. We discussed laundry detergents, Born Free bottles, and why do "natural" fabric softener sheets costs so much? We also looked at marshmallows. The options are commercially produced with fish gelatin or bakery made neither with blue dye. James was happy when he found commercially made ones, but I said I didn't get them because they have the fish gelatin (but are kosher) and I had no clue if it was worth it. Did not spend as much as Sunday. Got a couple more things for dinners. Textured Vegetable Protein Sloppy Joe's anyone? Not like mom used to make.
So, that's really it, I hope to beat whatever I got by this weekend. It really sucks and I've got plans.
Monday, March 3, 2008
How green are you?
And if you're not, I won't beat you up for it.
I grew up with closet environmentalists disguised as a Republican (dad) and a Democrat (mom). We recycled before it was hip or curbside. I can remember my mom bagging up old newspapers to be loaded in the trunk of the Fairmont to go to the big trailer at the fire station to recycle. We bagged cans and I took them on my bike to get money, about $4 a bag. My mom reused margarine containers to store leftovers, beads, you name it, it got a margarine tub. We ate soy when it was not the hip thing to do. We ate vegetarian meals when it was weird to do so. So, I have been exposed to a lot of it from an early age. I grew up, got married, explained to my husband (and house guests) cans do not go in the trash and give me the plastic silverware to wash before it goes in the blue bin. I also explained how real meat was processed, why phosphates are bad (but still haven't found a decent green dishwasher detergent) and that soy "meat" was not a bad thing but rather tasty. I have never shoved my views down any one's throat (exception of James and my kids), but if you ask, I will tell. My kids have always grown up with recycling and I get them involved. I have gotten a lot more conscientious about household products, and even groceries since Jimmy started the Feingold diet (I have always tried to buy organic food, when possible, I'm just going out of my way for it more often). So, since Earth Day last year, here are the products I have been able to change that actually work:
I grew up with closet environmentalists disguised as a Republican (dad) and a Democrat (mom). We recycled before it was hip or curbside. I can remember my mom bagging up old newspapers to be loaded in the trunk of the Fairmont to go to the big trailer at the fire station to recycle. We bagged cans and I took them on my bike to get money, about $4 a bag. My mom reused margarine containers to store leftovers, beads, you name it, it got a margarine tub. We ate soy when it was not the hip thing to do. We ate vegetarian meals when it was weird to do so. So, I have been exposed to a lot of it from an early age. I grew up, got married, explained to my husband (and house guests) cans do not go in the trash and give me the plastic silverware to wash before it goes in the blue bin. I also explained how real meat was processed, why phosphates are bad (but still haven't found a decent green dishwasher detergent) and that soy "meat" was not a bad thing but rather tasty. I have never shoved my views down any one's throat (exception of James and my kids), but if you ask, I will tell. My kids have always grown up with recycling and I get them involved. I have gotten a lot more conscientious about household products, and even groceries since Jimmy started the Feingold diet (I have always tried to buy organic food, when possible, I'm just going out of my way for it more often). So, since Earth Day last year, here are the products I have been able to change that actually work:
- fabric softener (liquid and sheet)
- window cleaner
- toilet bowl cleaner
- bathroom wipes
- shower cleaners
- hair detangler
- bleach (mixed reviews)
- dish soap (this was the easiest one)
- shampoo
- floor cleaner
- light bulbs (some were already florescent)
- napkins/tissue/toilet paper
So not great, but not bad either. This is my next round of products to try and find:
- sprinkles for cupcakes/ice cream
- marshmallows that have no blue dye and don't taste gritty
- wood polish
- wood floor cleaner
- air freshener
- dish washer soap (there has to be one that gets the stink out of the dishwasher)
- windshield washer fluid (anyone makes this stuff?? I go through way too much of it)
If anyoe has ideas, please let me know and I'll try it and post it here if it worked or not. This will be an occasional thing, so don't get mad if I don't do it every Monday, for example.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
Yes I'm quoting Switchfoot lyrics, bear with me. Its been a bad week.
I'm at a crossroads. How do you figure out what's important and where you should be? Does your job define you or you define the job? What comes first; God, family, money, friends, interests? Do you do what you love and the money will follow or accept the sacrifice of taking home less for what you love? Do you take a job you won't love just because it supports you and you family? I'll be honest, I know what's important to me, I know where I belong in my personal life, its my professional life that causes issues. Am I using my talents to their fullest ablilites? Am I where I should be or is God sending me messages that I am not in the right place? Should I be better developing the ideas on scraps of papers in my purse and those that swirl around my head? Can the pay be replaced or ignored? Can we make due with less? Should I care more about benefits and less about the pay? Do I sacrifice my home life for my professional life? How does someone decide which path to go down? How do I?
Its going to be possibly a rough few months coming up. All prayers and positive thoughts are greatly appreciated. St. Jude is going to be hearing from me a lot as I feel this is pretty hopeless.
I'm at a crossroads. How do you figure out what's important and where you should be? Does your job define you or you define the job? What comes first; God, family, money, friends, interests? Do you do what you love and the money will follow or accept the sacrifice of taking home less for what you love? Do you take a job you won't love just because it supports you and you family? I'll be honest, I know what's important to me, I know where I belong in my personal life, its my professional life that causes issues. Am I using my talents to their fullest ablilites? Am I where I should be or is God sending me messages that I am not in the right place? Should I be better developing the ideas on scraps of papers in my purse and those that swirl around my head? Can the pay be replaced or ignored? Can we make due with less? Should I care more about benefits and less about the pay? Do I sacrifice my home life for my professional life? How does someone decide which path to go down? How do I?
Its going to be possibly a rough few months coming up. All prayers and positive thoughts are greatly appreciated. St. Jude is going to be hearing from me a lot as I feel this is pretty hopeless.
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