I am actually using this blog entry as a S.O.S. Help me! David has super glued my ass to my chair. I am only allowed to do two things today: I can shower, and I can go to the bathroom. Other than that I am stuck here riding my cushion.
It is all because of the pain killers that I took yesterday. You see I took them and I felt great! Since I felt great I did a lot of stuff I shouldn’t have; I sat cross legged, I bent down to do a lot to cleaning, I went for a walk, and, I horsed around with my dog. I am already aware of the fact that I am stupid. (David seems to taking too much glee in pointing out that fact.) UGH.
My stomach retaliated as soon as the pain killers were out of my system. I tried to take some more, but my stomach was too mad. There was no point of gobbling down more pain killers, so I ended up going to bed.
I expected to wake up feeling better, but no luck; my stomach is still sore. Now I am refusing all pain medication, because of the trouble it got me in yesterday. The pain is not unbearable; it is just really uncomfortable.
I am going to get up and take a shower. YIPPIE!!!
I just got back from the shower, and I am disappointed to learn that I gave my wound a little tear from all of my activities from the day before. That explains why it is hurting so much.
It looks like one more day of sofa surfing.
POOP!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
I am Okay
I have made my way out of the trenches of the sea foam green operating room of Delta hospital. My tummy is cut to shreds, but my spirits still high. Maybe the word ‘shreds’ is an exaggeration…maybe it was just one or two slices, but it still hurts. Not as much as the lapband hurt, because holy cow the lapband surgery almost killed me.
There are some troublesome things about this whole recovery thing.
1. I can’t shower for 48 hours, or bathe for 72. I don’t bathe so that is not as big of a deal as the shower part.
2. I can’t bend over. (Duh!)
3. Because my stomach muscles have been tampered with I can’t pee; well I can it just takes a lot of effort and time. Don’t ever take peeing for granted; that is all I have to say.
4. I don’t know if laughing is a problem, because I have not found anything funny since my surgery. I think that is what one would call self-preservation.
I am glad it is over. I am glad I did it. Now I can move on to other pressing matters in my life.
I wonder if this entry makes any sense… I am writing it while I am jacked up on pain medication. If I was willing to, I would laugh about posting this entry as it is, but I won’t let myself laugh, but take comfort in knowing that I am smiling on the inside.
Amy out.
There are some troublesome things about this whole recovery thing.
1. I can’t shower for 48 hours, or bathe for 72. I don’t bathe so that is not as big of a deal as the shower part.
2. I can’t bend over. (Duh!)
3. Because my stomach muscles have been tampered with I can’t pee; well I can it just takes a lot of effort and time. Don’t ever take peeing for granted; that is all I have to say.
4. I don’t know if laughing is a problem, because I have not found anything funny since my surgery. I think that is what one would call self-preservation.
I am glad it is over. I am glad I did it. Now I can move on to other pressing matters in my life.
I wonder if this entry makes any sense… I am writing it while I am jacked up on pain medication. If I was willing to, I would laugh about posting this entry as it is, but I won’t let myself laugh, but take comfort in knowing that I am smiling on the inside.
Amy out.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Me and Cone Head
My dog has a very good life. I feed him, brush him, walk him, and play with him. I even rub his belly until he laughs. Yes it is true; dogs do laugh, and my dog is very ticklish. Let’s not forget I spend a fortune on toys for him.
Yes my dog has a good life, but he has earned it. I can’t complain about him. Even as a puppy he refrained from chewing up slippers, peeing on the carpet, and eating the garbage. He can even ring a bell to tell you that he has to go outside to go pee.
My only real complaint is that he likes to greet people at the door with a bark, and a jump. It is my fault. I thought it was cute when he was just a little guy. I am working hard to train him out of this habit.
My dog is so even tempered that I am training him to be a therapeutic dog. I know that he will LOVE working in hospitals and care homes. He likes people.
My dog likes to take care of me. Whenever I am in pain my dog knows it. He spends a great deal of his time watching over me as it is, but if I am in any physical pain my dog will not leave my side. I mean that literally. Then how does he eat? How does he take care of his own ‘business’? David told me that my dog will leave when I am in a deep sleep to quickly run, and do his own ‘errands’, and then he will race back to lay at my bedside. Poor puppy, I feel bad for him because I am always getting hurt. He probably never gets a good night sleep.
My dog’s name is Simon, but last week I renamed him Cone Head based on the fact that we had to put a puppy cone on him, because he was licking one of his paws to the point where it was getting infected. I figured it was my turn to look after Cone Head, so I stayed by his side. (Well actually he set up
camp next to me, but that is beside the point.) I have been living with a cone in my lap for the last week. When ever the TV reception isn’t as good as I want it to be I adjust the dog’s head to one side. It seems to be working.
Tomorrow I am going in for my port revision surgery. There may be pain involved. I can’t ask Cone Head to take care of me! I am NOT asking the cat; you can forget about that. I know he will just try and steal something the minute I fall asleep. (I am watching you cat!)
Who am I kidding I know Simon will stay up, and worry about me, because he is my best friend. I am lucky to have a best friend as good as Simon. People should take a lesson or two from their dogs. The world would be a better place if we treated people as good as our dogs treated us.
Wish me luck. Don’t worry about me too much; Simon has my back.
Yes my dog has a good life, but he has earned it. I can’t complain about him. Even as a puppy he refrained from chewing up slippers, peeing on the carpet, and eating the garbage. He can even ring a bell to tell you that he has to go outside to go pee.
My only real complaint is that he likes to greet people at the door with a bark, and a jump. It is my fault. I thought it was cute when he was just a little guy. I am working hard to train him out of this habit.
My dog is so even tempered that I am training him to be a therapeutic dog. I know that he will LOVE working in hospitals and care homes. He likes people.
My dog likes to take care of me. Whenever I am in pain my dog knows it. He spends a great deal of his time watching over me as it is, but if I am in any physical pain my dog will not leave my side. I mean that literally. Then how does he eat? How does he take care of his own ‘business’? David told me that my dog will leave when I am in a deep sleep to quickly run, and do his own ‘errands’, and then he will race back to lay at my bedside. Poor puppy, I feel bad for him because I am always getting hurt. He probably never gets a good night sleep.
My dog’s name is Simon, but last week I renamed him Cone Head based on the fact that we had to put a puppy cone on him, because he was licking one of his paws to the point where it was getting infected. I figured it was my turn to look after Cone Head, so I stayed by his side. (Well actually he set up
camp next to me, but that is beside the point.) I have been living with a cone in my lap for the last week. When ever the TV reception isn’t as good as I want it to be I adjust the dog’s head to one side. It seems to be working.Tomorrow I am going in for my port revision surgery. There may be pain involved. I can’t ask Cone Head to take care of me! I am NOT asking the cat; you can forget about that. I know he will just try and steal something the minute I fall asleep. (I am watching you cat!)
Who am I kidding I know Simon will stay up, and worry about me, because he is my best friend. I am lucky to have a best friend as good as Simon. People should take a lesson or two from their dogs. The world would be a better place if we treated people as good as our dogs treated us.
Wish me luck. Don’t worry about me too much; Simon has my back.
Friday, September 18, 2009
All About Me in 60 Seconds
On Facebook there is an application called 60 second Interview. Here are some of the questions, and my answers.
Which is worse? Nails on a chalkboard or lemon juice on a cut?
Nails on a chalkboard
I am totally paranoid about…
Bugs
What was your favorite childhood toy?
Cookie Monster (Duh)
I like to wear…
Jammies with fuzzy socks
If you had your own army of 1000 identical five year olds, what would you have them do?
Rent them out to clean toilets.
Is there anything you’d like to add before we continue?
I love cookies
How many hours of sleep do you need?
7
Which letter of the alphabet can you totally not stand?
Z! I can’t say that I hate ‘Z’ but I don’t like the way we say it in Canada- zed; that is just not right people. It’s zee.
What’s the closest you’ve come to death?
I was hit by two cars in the same incident
What is the fastest you have ever driven?
150 km or 93 miles an hour
What is the strangest question you have ever been asked in a job interview?
‘Are you ready to go back to the real world?’ (I stood up, thanked the guy for the interview, and left. The 'Real World' was in regards to my salary. )
I knew I was an adult when…
I am not an adult yet, so stop calling me ma’am!
What is your favorite cake frosting?
Chocolate with coconut
What would be an appropriate name for your car?
Her name is Marsha on account that she looks like a big marshmallow.
Would you shave your head for a worthy charity?
Yes
Do you play any instruments?
Nope
G-string, thong, boy shorts, bikini, or traditional?
Come on over and look for yourself
Have you ever fallen asleep while driving?
No, but I have come close.
In a previous life I was…
Pushed down a staircase
Have you ever fallen asleep at work?
Yes
I am a member of generation___
X
I’d like to teach the world to…
Bake chocolate chip cookies
Automatic or stick shift?
Automatic
What would your clown name be?
I hate clowns- never bring up clowns again or this interview is over!
Are you a glass half full person or a glass empty person?
I am a glass is half empty; I’d better get some more to fill’er up fast because I like to be full all the way
I don’t get mad…
I get a blog
I’d be mortified if someone caught me…
…like I am going to tell you
SUV, compact, or sports car?
VW convertible bug
What always makes you smile; no matter how bad a day you’re having?
When David tells me that he loves me
Do you sleep on your side, back, or stomach?
All of them
What does the tooth fairy do with all of those teeth?
Sells them to dentist so that he can make dentures out of them
The best music comes from…
Nashville
If your life were a movie, what would be the last line?
I don’t want to think about the last line yet
What’s the scariest thing that has ever happened to you?
I blocked it out
If you were invisible for a day, what would you do?
What wouldn’t I do!!!
How many times a day do you brush your teeth?
2 to 3 (I am currently up to a strong 3.)
I know it’s time to clean the fridge when…
David takes care of that
Do you have an innie, or an outie?
Innie
Would you rather have a fast forward or instant replay button for your life?
I would like them both
What would your Olympic event be?
Bull shitting
Salty or sweet?
Sweet
People make fun of my…
Ouch! I can’t talk about it now. Let’s talk about it when we’re alone.
How many songs do you have on your iPod?
256
I feel naked without…
My clothes
No matter how desperate I was for a guy, I’d never…
Trade in my morals, values, or let him treat me poorly.
If I lived in the 1800, my profession would be…
Queen of England
I wish I could change…
My bank account balance
I like people who are…
Honest and fun
What’s your favorite blue food?
Cotton candy
What would you name your pet monkey?
Chuck
What’s the sexist thing a member of the opposite sex can wear?
A suit, tie, and glasses
My hourly rate is…
I laugh at this question! If you have to ask you can’t afford me!
If you were the first person to land on the moon, you would’ve said:
‘How the hell did I get this job? I am afraid of heights!’
If I lived in the 2100, my profession would be…
Captain Crunch Fan Club President
Have you ever been on TV?
Outside of the reality show ‘Cops’?-no
What makes you homesick?
I am not homesick as long as I have David and Holly with me.
What is/was your imaginary friend’s name?
Precious
What’s your favorite 80’s band?
Pet Shop Boys
Bikini, Tankini, or Linguini?
Linguini, that is why there is no bikini, or tankini for me!
My favorite Candy is…
M&M’s
Batman or Superman?
Superman, because Batman did not have superpowers
I’d say that vegetables are…
A good side dish
My biggest regret is…
Not going with the flow (I can be uptight.)
My super power would be…
To tell the future
What’s your favorite Jelly Belly flavour?
Black
My proposed Ben and Jerry’s flavour:
Chocolate ice cream with brownies, chocolate covered almonds, and mini marshmallows
What kind of pet would you like to have?
A Jetta. (It has 150 horses under the hood, and I think that would be a very good idea.)
Bury me with my…
I don’t want to be buried the thought of it just freaks me out.
What’s your magic word?
I can’t say my magic word here; it is a very bad word
If you were coated in jelly, what flavour would you prefer?
Strawberry
Would you rather own a dog named Growler, or a parrot named Captain?
The parrot, because I could teach it swear words
When I’m elected, the first law I’ll pass…
Is to bring all the troops home
What would your super hero name be?
Super Wonder Amazing Amy
I wish my cell phone had a…
Louder ring I am always missing calls
The key to success is…
Work really hard…I wonder if anyone is still reading these answers?
What advice would you give to your younger self?
Don’t go on Facebook
What was the first thing you bought when you got your first credit card?
Clothes
What cartoon character did you have a crush on?
Wow! That’s a pretty creepy question.
What are the strangest two foods you’ve combined together?
I don’t like to combine my food
How old were you the last time you trick-or treated?
10
What’s your favorite ice cream topping?
Nuts-the kind you get from MacDonalds
How many times have you broken your cell phone?
Never
If you were to discover that the roof was on fire, what would you do? (For example: seek water)
Are you nuts! Seek water? Hell no! I would grab the family, pets, and run for my life!
What will be your last words?
‘Shit that didn’t work out too well did it?’
Righty or lefty?
Lefty
When was the last time you threw up?
OMG! That is a totally gross question!
Who would play you in a movie version of your life?
Ashley Judd
What would you do for a new car?
What wouldn’t I do for a new car???
What is your favorite kids’ cereal?
Cocoa Puffs
I’ve always wanted to…
Star in a motion picture with Johnny Depp
Pop Tarts or Toaster Strudle?
Toaster Studle
If I were a super hero my super suit would be made out of…
Fat-sucking-in-material
What time period would you like to live in for a week?
The 50’s
When faced with a problem I…
Drink a coffee, and then think really fast
I’ll wait until nobody is looking, then I’ll…
Adjust my panties, but I always seem to mis-time it; some one catches me.
What do you wear to bed?
T-shirt and undies
When did ’10 did seconds’ become ‘two hours’?
…that is what he said…
When the world ends, I will be…
Oh man the world is ending!!! No one told me. I should have planned better.
What flavour Jell-O are you?
Cherry
If you had to get a tattoo, what would it be?
Tats are not for me. I fear what they may look like in my later years
I think they should legalize…
Anything I feel like doing
I’d totally be screwed without…
My husband and sweet daughter
The worse question on 10 second interview so far is…
Most of them
There’s something fishy about…
This 10 second interview; I feel that it has been way longer than 10 seconds.
My friend dumped me when they found…
Out I had weight loss surgery
Propose a new toothpaste flavour:
Wishmint
How often do you go without underpants?
NEVER! That’s icky.
I will never tell anyone…
That I have super human powers
I wouldn’t mind being stuck in a closet with…
Brad Paisley
What's your favorite crayon color?
Green
Are you a country mouse, or a city mouse?
Country mouse
I’d describe my sense of humour as…
Potty humour (I love fart jokes.)
I always mispronounce…
‘Our’
I shower in the…
Nude
If you had an extra toe, what would you do with it?
Have it removed
What’s you favorite pizza topping?
Cheese
How long have you spent answering these questions so far?
62 days
What’s your favorite website?
Google
What is the grossest thing you’ve ever eaten?
Seafood
PC or Mac?
PC
On a scale from 1 to crazy, I’m about a:
1000
Metric, or Imperial units?
Imperial- I am American through and through.
Make up a fact about penguins right now:
They mate 16 times a year
Cake or pie?
Cake
I collect…
Cookie Monster things
When do you normally go to bed?
Midnight
How do you like your coffee?
Starbucks- non-fat, no whip, half sweet, lid on, mocha
My worst part-time job was…
Selling vacuum cleaners door-to-door; I was so bad at it I only made .29 cents an hour
If you saw wet cement, what would write in it?
‘Amy loves David’ (I am such a dork.)
Early riser or night owl?
Night owl
Which pair of underwear are your favourites?
I chose not to have favourites I don’t want to hurt my underwear’s feelings
Five star hotel or tent in the woods?
Five star hotel
I want my last meal to be…
Cupcakes and chocolate milk
I squeeze my toothpaste…
From the middle (I know it’s gross.)
What’s the best advice you ever received?
Wear comfortable shoes
Which is worse? Nails on a chalkboard or lemon juice on a cut?
Nails on a chalkboard
I am totally paranoid about…
Bugs
What was your favorite childhood toy?
Cookie Monster (Duh)
I like to wear…
Jammies with fuzzy socks
If you had your own army of 1000 identical five year olds, what would you have them do?
Rent them out to clean toilets.
Is there anything you’d like to add before we continue?
I love cookies
How many hours of sleep do you need?
7
Which letter of the alphabet can you totally not stand?
Z! I can’t say that I hate ‘Z’ but I don’t like the way we say it in Canada- zed; that is just not right people. It’s zee.
What’s the closest you’ve come to death?
I was hit by two cars in the same incident
What is the fastest you have ever driven?
150 km or 93 miles an hour
What is the strangest question you have ever been asked in a job interview?
‘Are you ready to go back to the real world?’ (I stood up, thanked the guy for the interview, and left. The 'Real World' was in regards to my salary. )
I knew I was an adult when…
I am not an adult yet, so stop calling me ma’am!
What is your favorite cake frosting?
Chocolate with coconut
What would be an appropriate name for your car?
Her name is Marsha on account that she looks like a big marshmallow.
Would you shave your head for a worthy charity?
Yes
Do you play any instruments?
Nope
G-string, thong, boy shorts, bikini, or traditional?
Come on over and look for yourself
Have you ever fallen asleep while driving?
No, but I have come close.
In a previous life I was…
Pushed down a staircase
Have you ever fallen asleep at work?
Yes
I am a member of generation___
X
I’d like to teach the world to…
Bake chocolate chip cookies
Automatic or stick shift?
Automatic
What would your clown name be?
I hate clowns- never bring up clowns again or this interview is over!
Are you a glass half full person or a glass empty person?
I am a glass is half empty; I’d better get some more to fill’er up fast because I like to be full all the way
I don’t get mad…
I get a blog
I’d be mortified if someone caught me…
…like I am going to tell you
SUV, compact, or sports car?
VW convertible bug
What always makes you smile; no matter how bad a day you’re having?
When David tells me that he loves me
Do you sleep on your side, back, or stomach?
All of them
What does the tooth fairy do with all of those teeth?
Sells them to dentist so that he can make dentures out of them
The best music comes from…
Nashville
If your life were a movie, what would be the last line?
I don’t want to think about the last line yet
What’s the scariest thing that has ever happened to you?
I blocked it out
If you were invisible for a day, what would you do?
What wouldn’t I do!!!
How many times a day do you brush your teeth?
2 to 3 (I am currently up to a strong 3.)
I know it’s time to clean the fridge when…
David takes care of that
Do you have an innie, or an outie?
Innie
Would you rather have a fast forward or instant replay button for your life?
I would like them both
What would your Olympic event be?
Bull shitting
Salty or sweet?
Sweet
People make fun of my…
Ouch! I can’t talk about it now. Let’s talk about it when we’re alone.
How many songs do you have on your iPod?
256
I feel naked without…
My clothes
No matter how desperate I was for a guy, I’d never…
Trade in my morals, values, or let him treat me poorly.
If I lived in the 1800, my profession would be…
Queen of England
I wish I could change…
My bank account balance
I like people who are…
Honest and fun
What’s your favorite blue food?
Cotton candy
What would you name your pet monkey?
Chuck
What’s the sexist thing a member of the opposite sex can wear?
A suit, tie, and glasses
My hourly rate is…
I laugh at this question! If you have to ask you can’t afford me!
If you were the first person to land on the moon, you would’ve said:
‘How the hell did I get this job? I am afraid of heights!’
If I lived in the 2100, my profession would be…
Captain Crunch Fan Club President
Have you ever been on TV?
Outside of the reality show ‘Cops’?-no
What makes you homesick?
I am not homesick as long as I have David and Holly with me.
What is/was your imaginary friend’s name?
Precious
What’s your favorite 80’s band?
Pet Shop Boys
Bikini, Tankini, or Linguini?
Linguini, that is why there is no bikini, or tankini for me!
My favorite Candy is…
M&M’s
Batman or Superman?
Superman, because Batman did not have superpowers
I’d say that vegetables are…
A good side dish
My biggest regret is…
Not going with the flow (I can be uptight.)
My super power would be…
To tell the future
What’s your favorite Jelly Belly flavour?
Black
My proposed Ben and Jerry’s flavour:
Chocolate ice cream with brownies, chocolate covered almonds, and mini marshmallows
What kind of pet would you like to have?
A Jetta. (It has 150 horses under the hood, and I think that would be a very good idea.)
Bury me with my…
I don’t want to be buried the thought of it just freaks me out.
What’s your magic word?
I can’t say my magic word here; it is a very bad word
If you were coated in jelly, what flavour would you prefer?
Strawberry
Would you rather own a dog named Growler, or a parrot named Captain?
The parrot, because I could teach it swear words
When I’m elected, the first law I’ll pass…
Is to bring all the troops home
What would your super hero name be?
Super Wonder Amazing Amy
I wish my cell phone had a…
Louder ring I am always missing calls
The key to success is…
Work really hard…I wonder if anyone is still reading these answers?
What advice would you give to your younger self?
Don’t go on Facebook
What was the first thing you bought when you got your first credit card?
Clothes
What cartoon character did you have a crush on?
Wow! That’s a pretty creepy question.
What are the strangest two foods you’ve combined together?
I don’t like to combine my food
How old were you the last time you trick-or treated?
10
What’s your favorite ice cream topping?
Nuts-the kind you get from MacDonalds
How many times have you broken your cell phone?
Never
If you were to discover that the roof was on fire, what would you do? (For example: seek water)
Are you nuts! Seek water? Hell no! I would grab the family, pets, and run for my life!
What will be your last words?
‘Shit that didn’t work out too well did it?’
Righty or lefty?
Lefty
When was the last time you threw up?
OMG! That is a totally gross question!
Who would play you in a movie version of your life?
Ashley Judd
What would you do for a new car?
What wouldn’t I do for a new car???
What is your favorite kids’ cereal?
Cocoa Puffs
I’ve always wanted to…
Star in a motion picture with Johnny Depp
Pop Tarts or Toaster Strudle?
Toaster Studle
If I were a super hero my super suit would be made out of…
Fat-sucking-in-material
What time period would you like to live in for a week?
The 50’s
When faced with a problem I…
Drink a coffee, and then think really fast
I’ll wait until nobody is looking, then I’ll…
Adjust my panties, but I always seem to mis-time it; some one catches me.
What do you wear to bed?
T-shirt and undies
When did ’10 did seconds’ become ‘two hours’?
…that is what he said…
When the world ends, I will be…
Oh man the world is ending!!! No one told me. I should have planned better.
What flavour Jell-O are you?
Cherry
If you had to get a tattoo, what would it be?
Tats are not for me. I fear what they may look like in my later years
I think they should legalize…
Anything I feel like doing
I’d totally be screwed without…
My husband and sweet daughter
The worse question on 10 second interview so far is…
Most of them
There’s something fishy about…
This 10 second interview; I feel that it has been way longer than 10 seconds.
My friend dumped me when they found…
Out I had weight loss surgery
Propose a new toothpaste flavour:
Wishmint
How often do you go without underpants?
NEVER! That’s icky.
I will never tell anyone…
That I have super human powers
I wouldn’t mind being stuck in a closet with…
Brad Paisley
What's your favorite crayon color?
Green
Are you a country mouse, or a city mouse?
Country mouse
I’d describe my sense of humour as…
Potty humour (I love fart jokes.)
I always mispronounce…
‘Our’
I shower in the…
Nude
If you had an extra toe, what would you do with it?
Have it removed
What’s you favorite pizza topping?
Cheese
How long have you spent answering these questions so far?
62 days
What’s your favorite website?
What is the grossest thing you’ve ever eaten?
Seafood
PC or Mac?
PC
On a scale from 1 to crazy, I’m about a:
1000
Metric, or Imperial units?
Imperial- I am American through and through.
Make up a fact about penguins right now:
They mate 16 times a year
Cake or pie?
Cake
I collect…
Cookie Monster things
When do you normally go to bed?
Midnight
How do you like your coffee?
Starbucks- non-fat, no whip, half sweet, lid on, mocha
My worst part-time job was…
Selling vacuum cleaners door-to-door; I was so bad at it I only made .29 cents an hour
If you saw wet cement, what would write in it?
‘Amy loves David’ (I am such a dork.)
Early riser or night owl?
Night owl
Which pair of underwear are your favourites?
I chose not to have favourites I don’t want to hurt my underwear’s feelings
Five star hotel or tent in the woods?
Five star hotel
I want my last meal to be…
Cupcakes and chocolate milk
I squeeze my toothpaste…
From the middle (I know it’s gross.)
What’s the best advice you ever received?
Wear comfortable shoes
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Coming Un-Hinged
I don’t know if you remember this but I started to scrapbook last year. I like to think I am pretty good at it, because each time I review my handy work I get happy.
When I was starting out I had to stock up on supplies like paper, cutters, glue, stickers, and an album to store all my masterpiece pages that I had created. (For those of you who do not scrapbook this might not make sense, but just nod like you understand what I am writing about. I promise it will only take a moment.) When I purchased my scrapbook I purchased the kind that is bound together by hinges. I also stocked up on refill pages for my scrapbook. This year I come to find out that everyone got together and decided not to mass produce any more hinged scrapbooks. Not only that, but the stores decided that since the manufactures didn’t want to make them then they didn’t want to sell them. The hinged scrapbooks are gone, all gone- except on Ebay! Yeah only those stupid sellers want over $60 for an out-of-style book. (That is not including shipping.) I need one more hinged book to hold my overflow of extra paper. What was I supposed to do?
I have a fancy scrapbooking store down the street from me. I don’t usually go in there because this store is so expensive that it usually requires me to get a second mortgage out on my house just to enter the store. But I was so desperate I thought, ‘What the hell!’
Guess what? They had ONE left! And even better news it was on clearance for $19.99! Screw you Ebay!
This was turning out to be a great day. As I was skipping out to my car I looked up, and what should I see? A candy shop that’s what. Not just any old candy shop, but a British tea and sweet shop. ‘Where have you been all of my life?’
How could I have not seen this place before? The shop only takes up one entire city lot; it is that huge.
When I walked in the first thing I noticed was the smell of baked goods. That is because there is an English style bakery tucked into the back of the store. I didn’t stay in the bakery area too long. I was weak, and I didn’t want to give into temptation.
However, on the other side of the shop there was a candy store. It was beautiful. There were pretty jars of candy along the back wall just behind the counter waiting for me to take them all home. There were all different flavours, shapes, and colors; I was in candy trance.
Snap, snap, snap…where’d I go? Sorry I was just reliving the moment.
I didn’t buy any of that delicious looking jarred candy, but I did buy some interesting British chocolate. I picked the chocolate based on the name such as, Double Decker, and Wispa. I also got chocolate covered Turkish Delights; let’s just say I wasn’t delighted. Blah.
When I was starting out I had to stock up on supplies like paper, cutters, glue, stickers, and an album to store all my masterpiece pages that I had created. (For those of you who do not scrapbook this might not make sense, but just nod like you understand what I am writing about. I promise it will only take a moment.) When I purchased my scrapbook I purchased the kind that is bound together by hinges. I also stocked up on refill pages for my scrapbook. This year I come to find out that everyone got together and decided not to mass produce any more hinged scrapbooks. Not only that, but the stores decided that since the manufactures didn’t want to make them then they didn’t want to sell them. The hinged scrapbooks are gone, all gone- except on Ebay! Yeah only those stupid sellers want over $60 for an out-of-style book. (That is not including shipping.) I need one more hinged book to hold my overflow of extra paper. What was I supposed to do?
I have a fancy scrapbooking store down the street from me. I don’t usually go in there because this store is so expensive that it usually requires me to get a second mortgage out on my house just to enter the store. But I was so desperate I thought, ‘What the hell!’
Guess what? They had ONE left! And even better news it was on clearance for $19.99! Screw you Ebay!
This was turning out to be a great day. As I was skipping out to my car I looked up, and what should I see? A candy shop that’s what. Not just any old candy shop, but a British tea and sweet shop. ‘Where have you been all of my life?’
How could I have not seen this place before? The shop only takes up one entire city lot; it is that huge.
When I walked in the first thing I noticed was the smell of baked goods. That is because there is an English style bakery tucked into the back of the store. I didn’t stay in the bakery area too long. I was weak, and I didn’t want to give into temptation.
However, on the other side of the shop there was a candy store. It was beautiful. There were pretty jars of candy along the back wall just behind the counter waiting for me to take them all home. There were all different flavours, shapes, and colors; I was in candy trance.
Snap, snap, snap…where’d I go? Sorry I was just reliving the moment.
I didn’t buy any of that delicious looking jarred candy, but I did buy some interesting British chocolate. I picked the chocolate based on the name such as, Double Decker, and Wispa. I also got chocolate covered Turkish Delights; let’s just say I wasn’t delighted. Blah.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Nine-Eleven
I have started, and re-started this entry four different times already. There is so much I want to say, but none of it seems to capture what I feeling.
This is to the children who were robbed of precious moments with a parent whom they lost due to a senseless act of a coward on nine-eleven…
This is to the children whose parent is a hero for our countries. They wait patiently, and pray every night for their parent’s safe return…
This is to the spouses who have lost ‘Their-Everything’, ‘The love of their life’ on nine-eleven, and to war…
This is to the soldiers fighting for my family, and my freedom…
This is for the all the lives who were loss senselessly. There are many lives that were lost in many ways…
This is for each and every one of us who learned that freedom is not something that we can take for granted…
I am not going to tell you that I feel your pain. There is no way that I can.
I did not experience the kind of tears that you cried; the kind of tears that ripped you into pieces.
I haven’t had to spend sleepless nights worrying if David or Holly are going to return safe and sound, because they is defending freedom. In fact I sleep soundly thanks to the American and Canadian troops who fight on the battle fields for me.
I have not had to sacrifice for freedom; but I am enjoying the benefits.
This is all I have to offer:
I hope you find peace someday if you have not already. Your ability to move forward is a testament to who you really are. You are amazing strong.
This is to the children who were robbed of precious moments with a parent whom they lost due to a senseless act of a coward on nine-eleven…
This is to the children whose parent is a hero for our countries. They wait patiently, and pray every night for their parent’s safe return…
This is to the spouses who have lost ‘Their-Everything’, ‘The love of their life’ on nine-eleven, and to war…
This is to the soldiers fighting for my family, and my freedom…
This is for the all the lives who were loss senselessly. There are many lives that were lost in many ways…
This is for each and every one of us who learned that freedom is not something that we can take for granted…
I am not going to tell you that I feel your pain. There is no way that I can.
I did not experience the kind of tears that you cried; the kind of tears that ripped you into pieces.
I haven’t had to spend sleepless nights worrying if David or Holly are going to return safe and sound, because they is defending freedom. In fact I sleep soundly thanks to the American and Canadian troops who fight on the battle fields for me.
I have not had to sacrifice for freedom; but I am enjoying the benefits.
This is all I have to offer:
I hope you find peace someday if you have not already. Your ability to move forward is a testament to who you really are. You are amazing strong.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
My Hero Only Wears His Bathrobe and Underwear to Save the Day.
I am wearing two pairs of socks, a pair of slippers, a pair of sweat pants, a sweater, a t-shirt, a hoodie, and I have a heavy fleece blanket covering my legs. I forgot to mention I have an oscillating heater that is one foot away from me, and it is doing its best to keep me warm. It’s not working. I am still cold
This is not an archived entry from January; this entry is from September 8, 2009. It is 54 degrees outside. It is sunny without a cloud in sight. The way I am acting you would think it was 10 degrees below freezing, and I was somehow forced to live in my refrigerator.
I have turned off my inside heater. (I don’t want to heat the whole damn neighbourhood.) I cranked up all of my fans to high, and opened my windows. I have had to take all of these extreme measures because my husband is a good neighbour.
A few nights ago I was sitting around with some people discussing how idiotic the characters in horror movies are. What I want to know is why do those people go down the dark stairs when they hear spooky noises coming from the bottom?
From the comfort of my sofa I always seem to be shouting out my best advice, ‘Don’t go down the stairs! Get out of the house, and go stay at the Ramada for the night!’ Needless to say they don’t think much of my advice, because they tend to go down the stairs anyway. From that point forward their life is full of drama, and the possibility that some dude is waiting at the bottom planning to chase them around the house with a chainsaw. (I knew that was gonna happen, but bad for them for not listening to me. Why doesn’t anyone on TV listen to me?
Last night I was sleeping soundly, and all of the sudden David jumped out of bed, which woke me up. ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked.
‘Someone is knocking on the door. I am going to go to check it out!’
(I did not hear this phantom ‘knock’.)
‘Okay.’ I rolled over, and closed my eyes, but only for a few seconds. All of the sudden I heard what I thought was a big struggle, screaming, and then the door slamming shut.
I sat up, got out of bed, and ran to the top of the stairs. (Oh great; Now I have the opportunity to become the idiot character.) I held on to the top of the banister railing trying to decide if I should go and save my husband. After careful consideration I decided that he needed to be rescued. I crept slowly down the stairs, and that is when I looked out the window, and saw why David ran out of the house.
Our neighbour’s car was up in blazes! The flames were at least ten to fifteen feet tall, and growing by the second. I was sure the car was going to explode. Stupidly I went outside to join David. I looked over and noticed that David was only wearing his skivvies, and his bathrobe holding our garden hose trying to keep the fire from getting worse. My shoeless hero!
As I stood there helpless I also realized that my neighbour’s house could catch on fire any second. The driver of this now burning car had been under the misguided belief that his car should be nice and cozy. He liked to rear park his car up to the house with only an half a foot clearance. I betcha he was regretting that decision! (This person is not one of my neighbours, but instead a person living with my neighbours.)
I only live 1.2 miles from the fire department; thank God for that. Yeah but we had to wait FOREVER. Where was the fire department? What was taking them so long? Did they stop and get coffee?
The firemen came. FINALLY!!! They were able to save the house. There is some outside damage to the house. The car is demolished. The inside of the car resembles the embers that are left behind from a last night’s campfire. The entire inside is gutted from the flames. The outside is just as bad. It is surreal.
Our small town does not have a CSI unit, so we can not be sure how the car fire started. I know that the fire did not start in the engine, and it was 1:30 in the morning when the fire started. Things that make you go hmmm…
Now back to me…
Through out all of this commotion our garage became a dry place for people to huddle. We have a small cat door, which allows the cat easy access from the garage to the house. This cat door was also a great way for the smoke to invade our living establishment. Only now my home has a slight smoky smell to it. It’s nothing that a few fans and some open windows can’t handle. I am so cold! But it could be worse I could be without my best friends.
This is not an archived entry from January; this entry is from September 8, 2009. It is 54 degrees outside. It is sunny without a cloud in sight. The way I am acting you would think it was 10 degrees below freezing, and I was somehow forced to live in my refrigerator.
I have turned off my inside heater. (I don’t want to heat the whole damn neighbourhood.) I cranked up all of my fans to high, and opened my windows. I have had to take all of these extreme measures because my husband is a good neighbour.
A few nights ago I was sitting around with some people discussing how idiotic the characters in horror movies are. What I want to know is why do those people go down the dark stairs when they hear spooky noises coming from the bottom?
From the comfort of my sofa I always seem to be shouting out my best advice, ‘Don’t go down the stairs! Get out of the house, and go stay at the Ramada for the night!’ Needless to say they don’t think much of my advice, because they tend to go down the stairs anyway. From that point forward their life is full of drama, and the possibility that some dude is waiting at the bottom planning to chase them around the house with a chainsaw. (I knew that was gonna happen, but bad for them for not listening to me. Why doesn’t anyone on TV listen to me?
Last night I was sleeping soundly, and all of the sudden David jumped out of bed, which woke me up. ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked.
‘Someone is knocking on the door. I am going to go to check it out!’
(I did not hear this phantom ‘knock’.)
‘Okay.’ I rolled over, and closed my eyes, but only for a few seconds. All of the sudden I heard what I thought was a big struggle, screaming, and then the door slamming shut.
I sat up, got out of bed, and ran to the top of the stairs. (Oh great; Now I have the opportunity to become the idiot character.) I held on to the top of the banister railing trying to decide if I should go and save my husband. After careful consideration I decided that he needed to be rescued. I crept slowly down the stairs, and that is when I looked out the window, and saw why David ran out of the house.
Our neighbour’s car was up in blazes! The flames were at least ten to fifteen feet tall, and growing by the second. I was sure the car was going to explode. Stupidly I went outside to join David. I looked over and noticed that David was only wearing his skivvies, and his bathrobe holding our garden hose trying to keep the fire from getting worse. My shoeless hero!
As I stood there helpless I also realized that my neighbour’s house could catch on fire any second. The driver of this now burning car had been under the misguided belief that his car should be nice and cozy. He liked to rear park his car up to the house with only an half a foot clearance. I betcha he was regretting that decision! (This person is not one of my neighbours, but instead a person living with my neighbours.)
I only live 1.2 miles from the fire department; thank God for that. Yeah but we had to wait FOREVER. Where was the fire department? What was taking them so long? Did they stop and get coffee?
The firemen came. FINALLY!!! They were able to save the house. There is some outside damage to the house. The car is demolished. The inside of the car resembles the embers that are left behind from a last night’s campfire. The entire inside is gutted from the flames. The outside is just as bad. It is surreal.
Our small town does not have a CSI unit, so we can not be sure how the car fire started. I know that the fire did not start in the engine, and it was 1:30 in the morning when the fire started. Things that make you go hmmm…
Now back to me…
Through out all of this commotion our garage became a dry place for people to huddle. We have a small cat door, which allows the cat easy access from the garage to the house. This cat door was also a great way for the smoke to invade our living establishment. Only now my home has a slight smoky smell to it. It’s nothing that a few fans and some open windows can’t handle. I am so cold! But it could be worse I could be without my best friends.
Friday, September 4, 2009
$pending my Money!
It is 8:10 at night and I have been going non-stop for the entire day. Did I mention that Holly joined her middle school band? I am very excited about the never ending in-home concerts of ‘Hot Cross Buns’ which will play throughout the entire month of September.
No really, I am looking forward to Holly’s new music endeavour. At first Holly wanted to take the ever so popular standbys: acting, and art classes. Those would have been the easiest A’s she would have gotten all year. Don’t feel too bad for her; she has a very expensive Stevie Wonder approved keyboard, and a blue guitar she named ‘Betsy Blue’ just waiting to be played. The only obstacle she faces is her ability to read music; once she knows a C is a C she can play it. What better way for her to learn music but to join the middle school band.
She wanted to play the clarinet. I played the clarinet. We thought she could use mine. No go; apparently you can’t let a clarinet sit in its case for 20 years, because it can get mites! Ewww gross! I ended up buying a refurbished one that does not contain mites. I think it worked out for the best. Afterall you don't want to be swallowing mites while you are playing great pieces of music such as 'Mary Had a Little Lamb'.
I wish you could have been there to see Holly’s face when she was examining her instrument. It was a toss up between ‘I love it.’ and ‘Holy Shit there is a lot of keys on this thing!’
We had to finish up some last minute back to school shopping. We were smart, and went to mall early; we had the whole joint to ourselves.
I had a lot of fun shopping with my daughter. She is a ‘personal shopper’ just like her mother. She has an opinion regarding each and everything we looked at.
My only complaint, (Of course I had to have one) was the way the sales clerks bagged my items. I just paid for my not-on-sale-item. (I know it shouldn’t matter, but I thought I would mention it.) Guess what the sales clerk did? She rolled my new clothes into a ball and SHOVED it into the bag! AHHH! Why don’t you throw my purchase on the floor, and dance the twist on it too why’ll your at it. Please have some respect!
I worked in retail for far too many years to let this injustice happen to my new favorite clothes. Here is what I do to combat this mishandling of my articles of clothing.
I will take my balled up clothes out of the bag, proceed to slowly fold the clothes properly, and then place them carefully back into my bag. (I fold extra slow if there is a big line behind me. Hey don’t piss me off!)
I did a lot of folding today. BUT my clothes hit my hangers wrinkle free!
No really, I am looking forward to Holly’s new music endeavour. At first Holly wanted to take the ever so popular standbys: acting, and art classes. Those would have been the easiest A’s she would have gotten all year. Don’t feel too bad for her; she has a very expensive Stevie Wonder approved keyboard, and a blue guitar she named ‘Betsy Blue’ just waiting to be played. The only obstacle she faces is her ability to read music; once she knows a C is a C she can play it. What better way for her to learn music but to join the middle school band.
She wanted to play the clarinet. I played the clarinet. We thought she could use mine. No go; apparently you can’t let a clarinet sit in its case for 20 years, because it can get mites! Ewww gross! I ended up buying a refurbished one that does not contain mites. I think it worked out for the best. Afterall you don't want to be swallowing mites while you are playing great pieces of music such as 'Mary Had a Little Lamb'.
I wish you could have been there to see Holly’s face when she was examining her instrument. It was a toss up between ‘I love it.’ and ‘Holy Shit there is a lot of keys on this thing!’
We had to finish up some last minute back to school shopping. We were smart, and went to mall early; we had the whole joint to ourselves.
I had a lot of fun shopping with my daughter. She is a ‘personal shopper’ just like her mother. She has an opinion regarding each and everything we looked at.
My only complaint, (Of course I had to have one) was the way the sales clerks bagged my items. I just paid for my not-on-sale-item. (I know it shouldn’t matter, but I thought I would mention it.) Guess what the sales clerk did? She rolled my new clothes into a ball and SHOVED it into the bag! AHHH! Why don’t you throw my purchase on the floor, and dance the twist on it too why’ll your at it. Please have some respect!
I worked in retail for far too many years to let this injustice happen to my new favorite clothes. Here is what I do to combat this mishandling of my articles of clothing.
I will take my balled up clothes out of the bag, proceed to slowly fold the clothes properly, and then place them carefully back into my bag. (I fold extra slow if there is a big line behind me. Hey don’t piss me off!)
I did a lot of folding today. BUT my clothes hit my hangers wrinkle free!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Table For One
I can’t stand women who are needy. Women who have to be reassured that their man still finds them attractive. It makes me roll my eyes when women fret about if he wants to be with them or not. It is especially annoying when the man in question thinks that the sun and the moon revolve around her.
What does this poor fellow have to do? Sign legal documentation that says he will be with her ‘til his dying day? Stand up before all of their friends, family, and God, and say that he will always be there for her? How many years does he have to put into the relationship before he is considered solid? Two…Five…Ten…Nineteen?
I fear that I am turning into ‘one of those women’-gasp!
I love my husband dearly, and I am pretty confident that he has strong feelings for me. After all he has stuck around this long, and let’s face it I am not an easy person to live with.
We don’t have heated arguments. The last argument we had was in July…what was it about? (I am really thinking…) We were in the car. Why do most couples argue in the car? It took me three minutes to remember. (It was totally my fault.)
We were going to my brother’s wedding. We had to travel to get there. David had to work that day. It was my job to pack. David put out what I thought was all of the clothes that he wanted to take for the wedding; minus his suit. Not so much. Apparently he had only put out his causal clothes for the day after the wedding. Anywhoo- he didn’t have a white dress shirt, a wind breaker jacket, or causal shoes for the trip. I also forgot my passport, and the camera, which we had to go back for. (We caught that mistake closer to home, so we could turn around.) I was feeling like an idiot, so I did what any good idiot would do; I started a fight. Our fight, I mean my fight lasted 20 minutes. David finally ended it with his ‘I-Am-Really-Pissed-Off-Now-Voice’ which made me giggle. Fight over. I won, because I felt better once he was pissed off. What a relief. Sometimes it is difficult being with a nice guy.
I digress…
Lately I have been feeling down in the dumps. More to the point I have been feeling dumpy. I am married to a nice guy who is also attractive. He gets compliments often. Lately I feel that I have been fading into the background. He is not the cheating kind. His core values would never let him stray. But what if I am just not good enough anymore? What if he has to spend the rest of his life with someone who he thinks of as only a friend? I don’t think I could handle that. I love him so much.
I am sorry that this entry turned into a pity post. I am having a pity party, and apparently I am a great party planner.
I need to get focused. Change my thinking. Get a grip. I think I am just having a really bad day.
People who actually know us are going to think that I have finally lost what was left of my mind. As of today I probably have.
Update:
It is 10 to 10. I am sitting here reflecting on my day. I realize that it was ‘one of those days’. I know we all get them, and I not privileged enough to get a free pass. It is just this… I have an excellent life; better than most, and sometimes I just don’t realize how good I have it, and for not realizing this I feel stupid.
David and I spent the whole day texting each other, which is now my new favorite way of communicating when you want to say crazy things to someone. Before the days of texting I would get on the horn with David and start to babble in circles about stuff that didn’t make any sense. This whole process would leave both of us confused, mad, and drained. But thanks to texting I am limited to what I can say, because there is a limit to the amount of characters in one text. That doesn’t leave much room to mess around and say things you don’t mean. It’s too much editing. Then there is the time lapse, which is good. You don’t have to hear the other person’s silence on the other end as you bare your soul. (Why doesn’t he get why I am so angry?) Instead you can pretend the delay is due to the fact that he is very slow at texting.
He sent me sweet texts in which he professed his undying love to me, and he finally convinced me that I was just having a shitty day.
He was right this was a shitty day. I worried about things that are never going to happen. Tomorrow I am going to do something constructive with my time: like go on a date! To Vegas? No! Damn!!! To the movies? Maybe. We’ll see.
What does this poor fellow have to do? Sign legal documentation that says he will be with her ‘til his dying day? Stand up before all of their friends, family, and God, and say that he will always be there for her? How many years does he have to put into the relationship before he is considered solid? Two…Five…Ten…Nineteen?
I fear that I am turning into ‘one of those women’-gasp!
I love my husband dearly, and I am pretty confident that he has strong feelings for me. After all he has stuck around this long, and let’s face it I am not an easy person to live with.
We don’t have heated arguments. The last argument we had was in July…what was it about? (I am really thinking…) We were in the car. Why do most couples argue in the car? It took me three minutes to remember. (It was totally my fault.)
We were going to my brother’s wedding. We had to travel to get there. David had to work that day. It was my job to pack. David put out what I thought was all of the clothes that he wanted to take for the wedding; minus his suit. Not so much. Apparently he had only put out his causal clothes for the day after the wedding. Anywhoo- he didn’t have a white dress shirt, a wind breaker jacket, or causal shoes for the trip. I also forgot my passport, and the camera, which we had to go back for. (We caught that mistake closer to home, so we could turn around.) I was feeling like an idiot, so I did what any good idiot would do; I started a fight. Our fight, I mean my fight lasted 20 minutes. David finally ended it with his ‘I-Am-Really-Pissed-Off-Now-Voice’ which made me giggle. Fight over. I won, because I felt better once he was pissed off. What a relief. Sometimes it is difficult being with a nice guy.
I digress…
Lately I have been feeling down in the dumps. More to the point I have been feeling dumpy. I am married to a nice guy who is also attractive. He gets compliments often. Lately I feel that I have been fading into the background. He is not the cheating kind. His core values would never let him stray. But what if I am just not good enough anymore? What if he has to spend the rest of his life with someone who he thinks of as only a friend? I don’t think I could handle that. I love him so much.
I am sorry that this entry turned into a pity post. I am having a pity party, and apparently I am a great party planner.
I need to get focused. Change my thinking. Get a grip. I think I am just having a really bad day.
People who actually know us are going to think that I have finally lost what was left of my mind. As of today I probably have.
Update:
It is 10 to 10. I am sitting here reflecting on my day. I realize that it was ‘one of those days’. I know we all get them, and I not privileged enough to get a free pass. It is just this… I have an excellent life; better than most, and sometimes I just don’t realize how good I have it, and for not realizing this I feel stupid.
David and I spent the whole day texting each other, which is now my new favorite way of communicating when you want to say crazy things to someone. Before the days of texting I would get on the horn with David and start to babble in circles about stuff that didn’t make any sense. This whole process would leave both of us confused, mad, and drained. But thanks to texting I am limited to what I can say, because there is a limit to the amount of characters in one text. That doesn’t leave much room to mess around and say things you don’t mean. It’s too much editing. Then there is the time lapse, which is good. You don’t have to hear the other person’s silence on the other end as you bare your soul. (Why doesn’t he get why I am so angry?) Instead you can pretend the delay is due to the fact that he is very slow at texting.
He sent me sweet texts in which he professed his undying love to me, and he finally convinced me that I was just having a shitty day.
He was right this was a shitty day. I worried about things that are never going to happen. Tomorrow I am going to do something constructive with my time: like go on a date! To Vegas? No! Damn!!! To the movies? Maybe. We’ll see.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
I Can Beg, I Can Plead, But I Am Not Getting What I Want From You.
I have a good friend that I love very dearly, but right now I am frustrated with her choices. I absolutely know without a doubt that I do not have any right to be frustrated. It is not my business, but I still let it eat me up inside.
Here is the deal:
My friend is very overweight, and has a lot of health issues. At the moment this is her circle:
She has some foot issues. Her foot issues are made worse because she is overweight. She needs to lose weight so she can walk on her feet. In order to lose weight she needs to exercise. It is hard for her to exercise due to her foot issues, and also due to the fact that she is out of shape because she has not been able to exercise. She can not lose weight, and therefore her feet are still in very poor condition at best. It has gotten so bad that at the age of 52 she has a handicap parking pass, and has to have a wheelchair to go shopping. She can not go for a walk with her husband; instead she sits in the car and draws while he walks the dog. I am certain that this is not how she wants to live her life.
Now she has another circle to add to the mix: she has fibromyalgia, and needs to exercise to lose weight to help manage the pain, but…and the circle goes round and round. She can not get a break.
She is also diabetic, and has bad case of sleep apnea. I am no doctor but I believe that if she lost weight she would have a better quality of life. If she doesn’t lose the weight; well… then she may have no life at all.
Hey if you want to be chubby that is fine with me. It makes me look better when I stand next to you. I don’t want to save the world by making sure there is a lapband in every fat person’s stomach. I have many overweight friends, and I like them very much thank you. I happen to be overweight myself. But then there is this friend who just makes me scared that I am going to lose her to her weight. Now I know what my family felt like.
We have discussed the possibility of her getting the band, and we don’t see eye to eye when it comes to her reservations.
1. It is not a matter of money; however she doesn’t feel that she is worth spending that much money for a lapband.
Yeah, but how much will your funeral cost? Or even worse what if you continue to get sicker; how much will the emotional and physical pain cost?
2. She is concerned that she is an emotional over eater; and as such she is afraid that the band will not prove effective.
But I ask you were we not all emotional over eaters? We did not get fat by portion control, or eating the ‘right’ foods. We ate what felt good, and we ate big portions.
I understand that you have to get in the right frame of mind before you can take on such as an endeavour such as this surgery, but what if your life is at stake? What if this is the end of the line? It is so hard for me to watch her suffer.
I know that I can not tie her to the car, drive her to the hospital, and throw her on the operating table to get a band. (I would if I could.) I know it is time for me to stop hounding her, and just let her be, and let God take care of her. I am not going to discuss the lapband with her anymore, because why beat a dead horse? I needed to get my frustration out, so I am writing this entry. If anything happens to my friend I can go back and read what I wrote, and know that I did everything I could to help her. I can’t save everyone; even the people that I love. I just hope that God can. I believe in miracles! I love you dear friend, and you are worth it!
Here is the deal:
My friend is very overweight, and has a lot of health issues. At the moment this is her circle:
She has some foot issues. Her foot issues are made worse because she is overweight. She needs to lose weight so she can walk on her feet. In order to lose weight she needs to exercise. It is hard for her to exercise due to her foot issues, and also due to the fact that she is out of shape because she has not been able to exercise. She can not lose weight, and therefore her feet are still in very poor condition at best. It has gotten so bad that at the age of 52 she has a handicap parking pass, and has to have a wheelchair to go shopping. She can not go for a walk with her husband; instead she sits in the car and draws while he walks the dog. I am certain that this is not how she wants to live her life.
Now she has another circle to add to the mix: she has fibromyalgia, and needs to exercise to lose weight to help manage the pain, but…and the circle goes round and round. She can not get a break.
She is also diabetic, and has bad case of sleep apnea. I am no doctor but I believe that if she lost weight she would have a better quality of life. If she doesn’t lose the weight; well… then she may have no life at all.
Hey if you want to be chubby that is fine with me. It makes me look better when I stand next to you. I don’t want to save the world by making sure there is a lapband in every fat person’s stomach. I have many overweight friends, and I like them very much thank you. I happen to be overweight myself. But then there is this friend who just makes me scared that I am going to lose her to her weight. Now I know what my family felt like.
We have discussed the possibility of her getting the band, and we don’t see eye to eye when it comes to her reservations.
1. It is not a matter of money; however she doesn’t feel that she is worth spending that much money for a lapband.
Yeah, but how much will your funeral cost? Or even worse what if you continue to get sicker; how much will the emotional and physical pain cost?
2. She is concerned that she is an emotional over eater; and as such she is afraid that the band will not prove effective.
But I ask you were we not all emotional over eaters? We did not get fat by portion control, or eating the ‘right’ foods. We ate what felt good, and we ate big portions.
I understand that you have to get in the right frame of mind before you can take on such as an endeavour such as this surgery, but what if your life is at stake? What if this is the end of the line? It is so hard for me to watch her suffer.
I know that I can not tie her to the car, drive her to the hospital, and throw her on the operating table to get a band. (I would if I could.) I know it is time for me to stop hounding her, and just let her be, and let God take care of her. I am not going to discuss the lapband with her anymore, because why beat a dead horse? I needed to get my frustration out, so I am writing this entry. If anything happens to my friend I can go back and read what I wrote, and know that I did everything I could to help her. I can’t save everyone; even the people that I love. I just hope that God can. I believe in miracles! I love you dear friend, and you are worth it!
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