Me: Bliss
Hubba Hubba: Grave
I text him: "Really? I play a sweet word & you respond with 'grave'? It's your move...be nice".
Hubba Hubba: Over
Damn...it's a good thing I don't have any serious insecurities.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Love Songs
I'm working on a playlist...to celebrate our upcoming 15th anniversary.
Something to commemorate that "We fucking made it!" when no one figured we would. :-)
Sophie B. Hawkin's "Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover" to showcase my desperation when Hubba Hubba wasn't so sure about the whole endeavor.
Heart's "Crazy on You" has to be in there to celebrate my 48 hours in the Nuthouse.
Huey Lewis & the News: "Happy to be Stuck with You" will probably be the final song on the album.
Now, I just have to find another 12 songs to highlight the "for better or worse."
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Back in the saddle...
Is that an appropriate statement when I haven't posted to my blog in almost 2 years. or 3..some random number that means it's been ages since I put something out there.
Anywho....I still love facebook for the connection I have with friends but I miss the journal style of writing I have with my dear old blog. Methinks it's time to try again.
Sooo...Sweet Center is 14 (!) and is totally kicking ass at basketball. Sir Toots is 9 (!) has started the national religion of Texas, tackle football. It's fun to watch Sweet Center's team kick ass and Sir Toot's team try to figure out what the hell they are supposed to be doing out there when they actually have the ball. When the other team has the ball, it's pretty evident to them that they are supposed to chase the one runner down & watch them score a touchdown...but when we have the ball, they aren't real sure of the logistics of how to score. Fun times.
Hubba Hubba is still loving his dream job. He came home tonight & crashed...not sure if that was from the long hours for a new launch...or the pictures on facebook that showed the happy hour that occurred while the rest of America was still working. Either way, he got a nap in & so I'm in for a long night because he'll be up reading for several hours. ;-)
I'm cruising with my gig and the current plan is start classes for my master's in the Spring. I know I've talked about this *forever* but it's really & truly time to buckle down and get this dang thing started and finished. I'm training for a full marathon in December with a running group that I started. It's a phenomenal group of ladies and we call ourselves The Running Betty's...yes, it's totally cheesy, but it's loads of fun! I'm pretty sure that I'm going to make every person that I've ever met in my life come out and watch my cross the finish line. I did 5 half-marathons last year and it just seemed like a good time to mark the "Marathon" off my bucket list. I've promised Hubba Hubba that I'll only do this one & then get back into the half distance. The training is way more manageable. Plus, it also means that I can do the sprint distance triathlons. I just have to convince him to buy me a super quality bike so I don't feel all juvenile out with the big boys. No seriously, I did one on my current bike...the awesome one with a bell....and it was hilarious how towards mile 10 (out of 18) that I just gave up the need for speed & settled for dinging my bell when I got passed. It was a delight for the one passing me...not so fun for my ego.
Oh, Sweet Center is grounded because he failed Health. Yes, the smart boy managed to pass (with A's & B's) his AP classes but he couldn't manage to turn in his homework for Health...so no XBox, PS3, or whatever gaming system they have hiding up in their media room. We let him keep his laptop & then he lost that this past week because he still couldn't manage to turn in his homework. He's promised that he is doing his homework and will the grades up pronto. Fortunately our district has an online system that allows me to track his progress and so far he seems to get it. We'll see how a retake on a math test goes this week. I promised that he could have the laptop back if he scores well enough on the retake and brings that grade up before next weekend. Fingers crossed for the poor boy. I think he's read every book that we own in the last 3 weeks.
Okay, I think that's it for a summary. and enough journaling for me for the day. Until next time.
Sooo...Sweet Center is 14 (!) and is totally kicking ass at basketball. Sir Toots is 9 (!) has started the national religion of Texas, tackle football. It's fun to watch Sweet Center's team kick ass and Sir Toot's team try to figure out what the hell they are supposed to be doing out there when they actually have the ball. When the other team has the ball, it's pretty evident to them that they are supposed to chase the one runner down & watch them score a touchdown...but when we have the ball, they aren't real sure of the logistics of how to score. Fun times.
Hubba Hubba is still loving his dream job. He came home tonight & crashed...not sure if that was from the long hours for a new launch...or the pictures on facebook that showed the happy hour that occurred while the rest of America was still working. Either way, he got a nap in & so I'm in for a long night because he'll be up reading for several hours. ;-)
I'm cruising with my gig and the current plan is start classes for my master's in the Spring. I know I've talked about this *forever* but it's really & truly time to buckle down and get this dang thing started and finished. I'm training for a full marathon in December with a running group that I started. It's a phenomenal group of ladies and we call ourselves The Running Betty's...yes, it's totally cheesy, but it's loads of fun! I'm pretty sure that I'm going to make every person that I've ever met in my life come out and watch my cross the finish line. I did 5 half-marathons last year and it just seemed like a good time to mark the "Marathon" off my bucket list. I've promised Hubba Hubba that I'll only do this one & then get back into the half distance. The training is way more manageable. Plus, it also means that I can do the sprint distance triathlons. I just have to convince him to buy me a super quality bike so I don't feel all juvenile out with the big boys. No seriously, I did one on my current bike...the awesome one with a bell....and it was hilarious how towards mile 10 (out of 18) that I just gave up the need for speed & settled for dinging my bell when I got passed. It was a delight for the one passing me...not so fun for my ego.
Oh, Sweet Center is grounded because he failed Health. Yes, the smart boy managed to pass (with A's & B's) his AP classes but he couldn't manage to turn in his homework for Health...so no XBox, PS3, or whatever gaming system they have hiding up in their media room. We let him keep his laptop & then he lost that this past week because he still couldn't manage to turn in his homework. He's promised that he is doing his homework and will the grades up pronto. Fortunately our district has an online system that allows me to track his progress and so far he seems to get it. We'll see how a retake on a math test goes this week. I promised that he could have the laptop back if he scores well enough on the retake and brings that grade up before next weekend. Fingers crossed for the poor boy. I think he's read every book that we own in the last 3 weeks.
Okay, I think that's it for a summary. and enough journaling for me for the day. Until next time.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Addicted
I developed a love for someone else. Someone that gave me instant gratification and easy, quick sneak peeks on a whim. Facebook lured me and promised me sweet kisses and casual updates. But, I miss the writing of the daily stuff. I miss laying out there for family & strangers to read. Hmmm....that says something about me, I believe.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
First clear one thing and then get ready for another...
Believe it or not, a report was written (by an actual doctor) that included my name and the words "brain scan", and "normal." So, clearly the headaches aren't caused by a growth or some weirdo tear. Now, I get to be a guinea pig on medicine and try to find one that works to stop the headaches before they start. For now, I'm taking a pill with each meal. That's 3 times a day. And is difficult for me, because I don't eat 3 times a day. I mostly graze and eat throughout the day...but I can't do that anymore.
So, positive changes are coming, I guess. Hubba Hubba really wants me to chill out with all my activities and find something that I can let go of to save my sanity. I guess he doesn't approve of me trying to be Wonder Woman. I elected to start with Committee Chair of our cub scout pack. Someone else gets to receive the rude emails and go to all the meetings. PHEW! That one wasn't really hard to let give up; except for Sir Toot's disappointment. But, we explained that I liked being nice and fun and it was time to do something so that I could stay that way. I can still volunteer, but I'm not in charge of the Pack anymore.
On another note....I got a phone call yesterday from Sir Toot's teacher. They want to test him for learning disabilities. The esteemed school district does not feel that he is where he should be for reading and writing skills. In other words, his 1st grade brain is not testing at a 3rd grade level. They are very big on testing around here. This is Texas, where King George rolled out the intro program that eventually turned into No Child Left Behind on a national level. Scores matter around here big time.
I have a call in to the teacher and the school counselor to discuss and we'll see what they say. Hubba Hubba and I agree that we should go ahead with the testing and see what they find. We certainly don't want to be the reason he's not enjoying "Arthur Goes to Washington" with the other kiddos as they sit in a circle and hum sweet little songs.
So, positive changes are coming, I guess. Hubba Hubba really wants me to chill out with all my activities and find something that I can let go of to save my sanity. I guess he doesn't approve of me trying to be Wonder Woman. I elected to start with Committee Chair of our cub scout pack. Someone else gets to receive the rude emails and go to all the meetings. PHEW! That one wasn't really hard to let give up; except for Sir Toot's disappointment. But, we explained that I liked being nice and fun and it was time to do something so that I could stay that way. I can still volunteer, but I'm not in charge of the Pack anymore.
On another note....I got a phone call yesterday from Sir Toot's teacher. They want to test him for learning disabilities. The esteemed school district does not feel that he is where he should be for reading and writing skills. In other words, his 1st grade brain is not testing at a 3rd grade level. They are very big on testing around here. This is Texas, where King George rolled out the intro program that eventually turned into No Child Left Behind on a national level. Scores matter around here big time.
I have a call in to the teacher and the school counselor to discuss and we'll see what they say. Hubba Hubba and I agree that we should go ahead with the testing and see what they find. We certainly don't want to be the reason he's not enjoying "Arthur Goes to Washington" with the other kiddos as they sit in a circle and hum sweet little songs.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Only You
"Only you..."
That's what Hubba Hubba said to me yesterday after we left the neurologists office.
So, there's a couple of possible causes for my headaches at this point. But, the one that the doc really picked up on and is agressively pursuing is an interior tear in the arteries in my neck. From a frickin' bad massage. Seriously.
We went to this gorgeous B&B for my birthday and started out the weekend with a couples massage. Unfortunately I got the man who went all gung-ho in rubbing down my tissues and turning them into chopped meat. I politely asked him to stop pushing my shoulder blades through my body and into the table about halfway through the massage. Headaches started that weekend and have been present ever since. As Hubba Hubba said yesterday, "Only you would get a brain injury from a massage."
Evidently there's literature that details this phenomenon and I'm not the first person to get a bad massage from Attila the Hun. Who knew?
The fear is that the interior tear could stretch and lead to my artery opening up...which could lead to a blood clot...and then bang, I'm dead once it hits my brain. Sounds serious to me. I really like living.
So, I had an MRI and we'll get results shortly. I have a follow up visit on Monday and we'll know more then. Until then, I get to eat turkey, cuddle with My Boys, and basically lounge about. Hubba Hubba is all attentive and loving me up every chance he gets.
I don't want to have brain surgery....but, I'll take the loving!
That's what Hubba Hubba said to me yesterday after we left the neurologists office.
So, there's a couple of possible causes for my headaches at this point. But, the one that the doc really picked up on and is agressively pursuing is an interior tear in the arteries in my neck. From a frickin' bad massage. Seriously.
We went to this gorgeous B&B for my birthday and started out the weekend with a couples massage. Unfortunately I got the man who went all gung-ho in rubbing down my tissues and turning them into chopped meat. I politely asked him to stop pushing my shoulder blades through my body and into the table about halfway through the massage. Headaches started that weekend and have been present ever since. As Hubba Hubba said yesterday, "Only you would get a brain injury from a massage."
Evidently there's literature that details this phenomenon and I'm not the first person to get a bad massage from Attila the Hun. Who knew?
The fear is that the interior tear could stretch and lead to my artery opening up...which could lead to a blood clot...and then bang, I'm dead once it hits my brain. Sounds serious to me. I really like living.
So, I had an MRI and we'll get results shortly. I have a follow up visit on Monday and we'll know more then. Until then, I get to eat turkey, cuddle with My Boys, and basically lounge about. Hubba Hubba is all attentive and loving me up every chance he gets.
I don't want to have brain surgery....but, I'll take the loving!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Not tonight dear, I have a headache
I do have a headache. I've had one for about 2 months. Continously for 2 months. It's quite annoying and has all but driven me mad with frustration. I take tylenol when I feeling it coming on for the day, but most days I wake up with it and then it's too late to stop the irritating hum behind my left ear for the day. Nothing seems to completely take away the pain. By the end of the day, my eyes are so tired they feel like calling a strike and shutting down until they get a better vacation package and paid benefits.
My poor boys have had to suffer under my mood swings and random forgetfulness along with me. Today I go to a neurologist. Who, I'm hoping, will look into my eyes and tell me there's no swelling in my head and that I need to lay off the diet coke. If not, then I'm sure there's all sorts of testing and random torture I can endure to find a cause.
Hubba Hubba is going with me to the doctor. He's just as sick of these headaches as I am and would really like to know that there's nothing seriously wrong with me.(Physically, I mean- he's gotten used to my mental issues over the years.)
I worry about the slightest physical thing. Sweet Center has a cough and I've driven him so crazy with the water and cough drops that he went to spend the night my sister so that he could get away from me. So, you can imagine all the diseases and issues I've imagined are wrong with my noggin. Hopefully, we'll know today what's going on.
Here's to good answers and positive solutions. If you are a praying person, please give me a shout out today. And if you aren't a praying person, please think good thoughts. I'll let you know what I find out.
My poor boys have had to suffer under my mood swings and random forgetfulness along with me. Today I go to a neurologist. Who, I'm hoping, will look into my eyes and tell me there's no swelling in my head and that I need to lay off the diet coke. If not, then I'm sure there's all sorts of testing and random torture I can endure to find a cause.
Hubba Hubba is going with me to the doctor. He's just as sick of these headaches as I am and would really like to know that there's nothing seriously wrong with me.(Physically, I mean- he's gotten used to my mental issues over the years.)
I worry about the slightest physical thing. Sweet Center has a cough and I've driven him so crazy with the water and cough drops that he went to spend the night my sister so that he could get away from me. So, you can imagine all the diseases and issues I've imagined are wrong with my noggin. Hopefully, we'll know today what's going on.
Here's to good answers and positive solutions. If you are a praying person, please give me a shout out today. And if you aren't a praying person, please think good thoughts. I'll let you know what I find out.
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