Friday, December 29, 2006

I haven't written a poem in years. Apparently ... loving my husband has me thinking and writing again. I was lying there in bed next to him (he was sound asleep) and the words just kept running in circles the other night until I had to get up and type them out. Only then could I fall asleep. Well, first I took the calendar he'd asked me to buy for him, and wrote our "firsts" in red ink with hearts all over the thing. Then I fell asleep.

Yes, I gave him the poem. No, he still hasn't said anything about it. But he was pretty lovey dovey all day, he did clean the kitchen and put laundry away, he did get off the computer when I asked last night, we did have dinner as a family, and he did cuddle me for a while on the recliner (which was only built for one, not two) before his arms fell asleep.

Nope, he's not perfect. But he's mine. He was brave and took alllllllll the risks in our dating relationship. He held my hand first, he kissed me first, he said I love you first, he proposed (first? I never have propositioned him ... hm ...), he gave me poetry first.

I am a chicken.

An old friend emailed me last night about a former friend of mine. Got me thinking about why I was such a chicken with my sweetie. I've made first moves before, but refused to even try with him.

I expected him to disappear. Up until the day we went to the temple, I expected him to bail. Even after he stuck through the surgery and the ICU and me puking all over everyone (morphine -- I'm allergic, apparently), I still half expected him to disappear.

I'm glad he didn't.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

My husband sure loves me.

He hates cameras. Even during our engagement photos, he was trying to escape from the camera. The wedding, he did better, but I think the promise of some nookie had him holding still for them. and the making out on camera helped, too.

Since then, he's lost a bunch of weight, but still hates posing, maybe even more so.

So, imagine my surprise Christmas morning when his present for me was a digital camera. He knew how much I wanted it and bought it even though he never wants to be in a shot.

What a sweetie.

Makes my gifts of the "Book of Mormon" on CD and miscellaneous stocking stuffers pale in comparison ... Then again, I did also purchase him a new wedding band, which was more inexpensive than his original one, but did count as part of his Christmas. It showed up today. He's wearing it. Hope he doesn't lose it. lol.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

I've been tagged!

1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate? Hot Chocolate. Unless the egg nog is nonalcoholic and has been "watered down" with Sprite or 7-up. Even then, I can only drink a few sips.
2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? At our house, he has done both ... this year, he will be doing both. Wrapped for the grownups and unwrapped for the kidlet.
3. Colored lights on tree/house or white? Yes. Pre-lit tree is colors, house has white. The other tree would be white if I'd put it up and strung lights, but didn't this year.
4. Do you hang mistletoe? No. It is poison.
5. When do you put your decorations up? The first Sunday in Dec. this year (every other year it was the day after Thanksgiving, but uh, hubby thought that was too soon).
6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)? Sweet potato casserole? Honey-baked ham? Hashbrown casserole? I.e., anything FATTENING.
7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child? Sleeping under the piano with my brother, and/or looking at the Christmas tree lights with my glasses off (they're all blurry that way).
8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? A friend told me. I was around 8. I was mad.
9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? Usually.
10 How do you decorate your Christmas Tree? I have a few glass balls for filler, but mostly a hodge podge of ornaments from Christmas trees past, vacations etc., plus the girls in our family usually get a new ornament every Christmas and those are all on there.
11. Snow! Love it or Dread it? Blech.
12. Can you ice skate? Yes, and would go with the whole family if hubby didn't hate snow more than I do.
13. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you? Family time and the true reason for Christmas (NOT santa, the other One, the Savior).
14. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? Anything I've made or cookies H sent. lol
15. What is your favorite holiday tradition? Reading the Christmas story out of the Bible on Christmas Eve with the kids, then reading a storybook about a Russian woman called Babushka who had a chance to see the Christ child but didn't, and then spent the rest of her life searching for Him, giving presents to children she found in case it was Him. Then everyone gets a gift (little ones -- like from the dollar store -- something the kids can play with that night and break before they get their real toys the next day, and semi-gag gifts for the grownups).
16. Which do you prefer giving or receiving? Yes.
17. What are favorite Christmas Songs? Mary's Lullaby, White Christmas, Let it Snow, The First Noel, Breath of Heaven, The Holly and the Ivy, O Little Town of Bethlehem, etc. etc. etc. I LOVE Christmas music and usually start listening in November, but out of respect for hubby, I chose not to this year.

If you've read this, consider yourself tagged!

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

After an hour of crying and three or four hours of being mad at the world, I took my herbs this morning. Hubby held me. We talked. A couple hours later, all is right with the world again. Life is good. I am one happy girl right now. hehehee.

I love my husband. And my herbs.


Herbs. Wonderful things. MindTrac is an herbal antidepressant with St. John's Wort and Valerian Root to help chill you out. It has some other things in it, too. I've used it off and on for probably 10-12 years, and only have to take it when I need it. It's made by Dr. Christopher's and you can find it for cheap at It doesn't work for everyone, and will just take the edge off the most severe cases of depression. But hubby took two pills Sunday during a bipolar crash and 30 minutes later, he was almost normal again. Unheard of for him. He does not take other medications for his bipolar disorder. Do not mix it with pharmaceutical antidepressants.


Sunday, December 17, 2006

I got a book from a dead man's wife this week.

When I lived in Oregon, the 'rents ordered a lot of Schwan's food from our Schwan's guy, Allen Stephens. We got to know each other pretty well, and then his wife, Sheila, became my writing coach. I love them both a lot and miss Sheila's sweet smiles and encouragement, and Allen's joyful nature. He was a sweetie. I bet he still is, actually.

A couple years ago (after I'd moved back to Utah), he was delivering some stuff at work and got hit by a truck and killed. My parents were out of town, so none of us found out until after the funeral. I emailed Sheila to express my sympathy and condolences, and she actually lifted my spirits. She's a neat lady.

Anyway. Before he died, he'd completed a manuscript for a western novel. His wife got it published after his death. I'd meant to buy a copy of it, if just to support Sheila, but lost the order form she'd sent me. So, for our wedding/Christmas present from her and their two grown sons, she sent me the book.

I cried when I opened it.

Hubby hates it when I cry.

I'd already told my sweet husband about this wonderful man and his loving wife and how special they are to me, and so even though I was crying when I was reading his book today, I just said, "It's good tears, I'm okay, I'm in a good mood, everything is fine." He was relieved.

They're not members of our faith, but they are Christian and they believe they'll be together again after this life. Hubby asked if I had planned to send them any Church videos or anything for Christmas. No, but good idea. I'm off to the distribution center and the post office tomorrow.

So, Allen and Sheila, while I enjoy your book, I'm going to tell everyone I know to buy it. I think you can order it at their website, If there's not a link to order it there, I know there's a phone number to call. It's $16.95 plus shipping. Buy it! Read it!

Friday, December 15, 2006

Sweetness just came home from measuring and weighing in ... Well. I'm totally disgusted. hehehe. He went from 251 pounds to 202 pounds, 31% body fat to 14.8% body fat. His 36-waist jeans are too big now. However. Because one of the teammates got sick and lost 10 pounds of muscle in one week, and the other part of the contest is to see how much muscle they packed on, they decided to push for one more day. Why? To try to sweat off as much water weight/fat as they can. A trainer at the gym told them to drink 3 gallons of distilled water then spend an hour in the sauna, to "fudge" their numbers a bit -- supposedly, this will make them lose 3% of that weight and make it look like they've gained more muscle than they have.

Okay, this doesn't seem the safest thing to me, and hubby knew I'd feel that way, so before he told me any of that, he started off with, "I'm sorry." I asked, "Did you wreck the car?" He shook his head. So, my mind is racing with possibilities for a few minutes until he can explain the above.

Honestly, there's no need to apologize. Y'know, unless he kills or maims himself with water intoxication, which does happen.

He was going to say, "Bag it, I'm done," but the team captain is the one who really needs the money. They've been strapped financially for a long time, but they just had a baby who was only 10 days early, but her lungs aren't developed and she's in the NICU.

So, we go through the crazy diet and weird water theory for one more day. I can handle that. I hope.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Proof positive (or is that negative?): I'm not pregnant.

I just started my monthly. I have mixed emotions about this because once I thought about it, I started getting used to it and maybe a little bit excited. But hey, at least my husband can stop worrying about it. This month. hahahaha.

Now we just need to figure out why I've been so sick and tired. *sigh*
Day 28. Still no period. Still somewhat nauseated. Still having some mild cramps. This is getting old.

Sweetness tried to take today off but was unsuccessful. He does have tomorrow morning off for weighing in with the competition, so we'll see how that goes and take a test (unless I start soon), and maybe get a few cuddles in. lol.

Hyz and her munchkin (Penter, which is how our munchkin used to say his name) came over last night for the kids to exchange gifts. We gave Penter Lego cars and he gave Munchkin a bead set to make jewelry. Guess what? we now have over 10,000 beads in our carpet! Just kidding. We did make a necklace last night and it's quite cute. She's going to wear it to school today. Penter had a birthday party Saturday, which was fun, too. Hyz's mom made this awesome cake -- pirate party, gotta have islands and oceans and fishes and seashells and buried treasure, right? It was way cool. The party was fun, the kidlets enjoyed seeing each other, and Penter got presents, so it's all good. lol.

My aunt actually called last night to ask us to a family Christmas party tomorrow night -- we don't usually get even one day's notice, so I'm totally impressed. I'll call my sibs today and see if they've been notified about it and invited and stuff. Hubby actually wants to go since (drum roll) the competition will be over in the morning and he'll actually get to EAT FOOD!!! WAHOO! lol. It's been a rough 12 weeks, but I sure love that guy. And if eating real food more often will help him be more stable and bring my sweetie back to more normal, then I'm all for it. lol.

Aight. Munchkin and neighbor's kids need to get to the bus stop, so I gotta get her fed and me dressed and out the door. Life is good.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

So, I'm still nauseated, still having cramps. Hubby asked me to wait until Friday and take another test then *if* I haven't started yet. This is oh, so much fun. But I'll wait because ... he's having a rough time right now and the possibility of pregnancy is freaking him out so much more. At least he's now talking like medication isn't evil and he might consider taking it -- and HE brought it up. So, I just have to be patient I suppose and hope we can find something that works and not something that makes him go, "Huh. One pill made me feel better. Wonder what the whole bottle will do." Yes, he ended up in the hospital over that one.

So, here's the rest of the ice scraper and rope joke. Merry Christmas! lol

Tips for gift-buying for the men on your Christmas list:

Rule #1: When in doubt - buy him a cordless drill. It does not matter if he already has one. I have a friend who owns 17, and he has yet tocomplain. As a man, you can never have too many cordless drills. No oneknows why.

Rule #2: If you cannot afford a cordless drill, buy him anything withthe word ratchet or socket in it. Men love saying those two words. "Hey George, can I borrow your ratchet?" "OK. By-the-way, are you throughwith my 3/8-inch socket yet?" Again, no one knows why.

Rule #3: If you are really, really broke, buy him anything for his car. A 99-cent ice scraper, a small bottle of de-icer, or something to hang from his rear view mirror. Men love gifts for their cars. No one knows why.

Rule #4: Do not buy men socks. Do not buy men ties. And never buy menbathrobes. If men really wanted to wear bathrobes, they wouldn't have invented Jockey shorts.

Rule #5: You can buy men new remote controls to replace the ones they have worn out. If you have a lot of money, buy your man a big-screen TV with the little picture in the corner. Watch him go wild as he flips, and flips, and flips.

Rule #6: Do not buy any man industrial-sized canisters of after-shave ordeodorant. I'm told they do not stink - they are earthy.

Rule #7: Buy men label makers. They are almost as good as cordless drills. Within a couple of weeks, there will be labels absolutelyeverywhere. "Socks. Shorts. Cups. Saucers. Door. Lock. Sink." You get the idea. No one knows why.

Rule #8: Never buy a man anything that says "some assembly required" on the box. It will ruin his Special Day, and he will always have parts leftover.

Rule #9: Good places to shop for men include Northern Tool, Lowes, Home Depot, John Deere, Harbor Freight, and NTB. NAPA Auto Parts and Sears' Clearance Centers are also excellent men's stores. It doesn't matter if he doesn't know what it is. "From NAPA Auto, eh? Must be something I need. Hey! Isn't this a starter for a '68 Ford Fairlane? Wow! Thanks."

Rule #10: Men enjoy danger. That's why they never cook--but they will barbecue. Get him a monster barbecue with a 100-pound propane tank. Tell him the gas line leaks. "Oh the thrill! The challenge! Who wants a hamburger?"

Rule #11: Tickets to a football game are a smart gift. However, he will not appreciate tickets to "A Retrospective of 19th Century Quilts."Everyone knows why.

Rule #12: Men love chainsaws. Never, ever, buy a man you love a chainsaw. If you don't know why-please refer to Rule #7 and what happens when he gets a label maker.

Rule #13: It's hard to beat a really good wheelbarrow or an aluminum extension ladder. Never buy a real man a step ladder. It must be an extension ladder. No one knows why.

Rule #14: Rope. Men love rope. It takes us back to our cowboy origins, or at least The Boy Scouts. Nothing says love like a hundred feet of 3/8" manila rope. No one knows why.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Cycle day 26.

Still nauseated.

Now having cramps AND nausea.

Still no period.

There's yer update.

Okay, seriously, took Munchkin back to the dentist this morning to get the "band-aid" taken out of her mouth from her frenectomy a couple of weeks ago. Then went shopping with SIL for Babushka* presents. Tired, nauseated, want to go to bed now but have to work. Yup, must work to pay the bills, since I spent the bill money on Christmas because we need to get my step-daughter's box in the mail ASAP. Oy. I've done that a time or two before -- spent Munchkin's school clothes money on ME, then had to work overtime to fix it. Yeah, I'm selfish. *sigh* Anyway. That's where we are. Still sick. Done Christmas shopping (except I need rope and an ice scraper apparently**). And now trying to work OT around the nausea to pay the bills.

The good news is that I still adore my husband and he still lurves me and we're gooey and happy and I miss him and wish he was home from work. Now. lol.

*Babushka: There is a Christmas story about a Russian woman who has the chance to go with the Wise Men to see the Christ child but doesn't, then spends the rest of her life looking for him. Yeah, 'cuz the Wise Men took a European tour on their way to Bethlehem, right? Anyway, it's a tradition I got from my former roomie to read the story (the book is out of print now but I found a copy on Amazon) and give small presents/toys on Christmas Eve to everyone at your house, as if they were from Babushka. I usually hit the dollar store and get gag gifts for the adults and something the kids will enjoy. Sometimes the gifts for the adults aren't gags, but still. They're from the dollar store. This has been my thing that I do every year during our family Christmas party, but I totally spaced it this year until I talked to SIL yesterday and she asked. So she went shopping with me. THANK HEAVEN.

**Watch for the rest of this joke later.

Friday, December 8, 2006

"Is that a + or just a - ?"

Okay, if you haven't bought any pregnancy tests lately (or ever), that is how I spent Thursday. Peeing in a cup, putting a plastic stick into that cup, and waiting for results.

Wednesday, my husband woke up to me being nauseated for the 5th morning in a row and asked me flat out if I was pregnant. The short answer is, "I don't know." The long answer is more complicated.

The crazy thing is that my husband has never been married and his daughter ... well, he wasn't around during the pregnancy, birth, or first 6 years of her life because her mother didn't tell him she was pregnant. Well, okay, she did but said it wasn't his, then disappeared. So, after he repented and served a full-time mission for our church, he came home to a paternity suit and $20K back child support. Because he didn't know about her, the court (and the church) actually sided with him and exonerated all the back child support. The mother has 3 children from different fathers and pulled the same stunt with the third one, only didn't wait 6 years, just one. So, hubby has never been around a pregnant woman really besides his mother, and his youngest sister is only 8 years younger than he is. Very observant. More than a little scary.

I'm not late. Yet. I started out just being nauseated in the morning, then the morning and night, and now it's all damn day. Today is day #7, I think, of complete and total nausea. And fatigue. I'm sleeping more. My husband then spent Wednesday silently freaking out and sleeping most of the day. He's better now. I then spent Thursday silently freaking out, alternately trying to work and trying to convince myself I'm not pregnant and that I'm fine. Which is why I took the (negative) pregnancy test, knowing full well it wasn't an early detection test and that it is still too early to tell if I'm pregnant or not. My garbage can looks suspicious: Full of empty ginger ale cans, saltine packages, and mint wrappers. I've been living on them for a week.

With Munchkin, I was (obviously) married to someone else. I was nauseated from the second she was conceived, which most doctors will tell you is impossible. Liars. My sister, G, gets sick that early, too. Fortunately, my OB then gave me Phenergan, which is a miracle drug for me and keeps me from being nauseated and/or throwing up. For now, I'm sucking on mints and nibbling ginger snaps after I eat anything, and I kind of have to force myself to eat 'cuz everything makes me nauseated. Smells of things makes me nauseated. Ugh.

So, I'm not taking another test until hubby is done with his body building competition next weekend, which was the original plan until he asked me if I was pregnant. Yeah. I dunno. I don't know if I'm pregnant. At this point, I both do and don't want to be. And if I am, I'm going to demand my midwife give me Phenergan so I can be a happy pregnant person.

And if I'm not, next time I tell hubby I'm ovulating, he better darn well listen.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Just gimme a hug, tell me you love me, KEEP HUGGING ME, let me cry for a while, and we'll be okay.

That's the new lesson learned this week.

Newlywedhood is simultaneously wonderful, amazing, HOT, loving, awesome, incredible, did I mention HOT???, rocking my world, and an emotional sobfest where one or the other of us is crying and making life difficult for the other ... which sucks.

Part of that is getting married so late in life (hush, I know I'm not old), both of us expecting life to be run certain ways while getting used to living with someone with very different ideas. My sweetie says I need to be more Polynesian. I think he needs to be more Palangi*. Being laid back works to some extent, but not when the bills have to be paid and the kid has to get to school and we have appointments at certain times. In Poly-land, it's acceptable and expected to be late to anything and everything. Think Mormon Standard Time magnified by 10 or 20. There you have Poly Time. Please don't think I'm being racist -- I love my Poly relatives and yes, even their laid-backed-ness ... and I especially adore my sweet husband. Sometimes, though, the casual attitude ... gets to me.

I hate being late, have to pay the bills before they're due (he lets me do this -- hands me his paycheck, I say I'll pay the bills, and he asks if he gets to keep any of it. No.), and would rather be busy doing *something* most of the time than chilling constantly.

He says I don't know how to relax. He's right. There is only one time I'm truly relaxed ... and ... well ... that's part of the HOT, awesome, amazing, incredible, loving part of being a newlywed.

Then there's the rest of the time. I mean, you can only do the above so many times in one day/night/weekend. Things get sore after a while. The rest of the time, I still need a hug when he gets home from work. I still need face time to talk, even if we're both dead tired. I still need to cuddle, to hold his hand, to kiss his cheek, etc. etc.

The thing is, he needs that, too. He needs the hang out time, not just the bed time. He needs hugs, hand holding, talking, etc. etc. etc. But when he's tired, he just falls asleep before either of us get the hang out time we're used to having. And then I take things personally. And that creates problems. As soon as he hugged me last night after a two-hour "discussion," I felt instantly better. It's like a miracle pill.

So, sweetie, the lesson learned is, if I start acting psycho or cold or distant, STOP what you're doing and take me in your arms and just hold me. Kay??? Okay. Oh, and apologizing for whatever insensitive thing you may have said without realizing it wouldn't hurt.

*Palangi means white.

Disclaimer: My husband doesn't actually READ my blog, and he always apologizes when my feelings are hurt -- but ONLY IF I TELL HIM THAT I'M HURT AND WHY. He can't read my mind any more than I can read his! Go figure. This is posted for the benefit of all the other newlyweds in the world struggling through their first year or two or three, trying to figure out why they're not getting along except in the bedroom, and maybe those oldyweds who are struggling, too. And for those friends of mine who will be getting married someday. Here ya go. Try this! It works! lol.

Monday, November 27, 2006

personality test linked to from kip ... veddy intedestink.

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Stability results were moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.

Orderliness results were moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly organized, reliable, neat, and hard working at the expense of flexibility, efficiency, spontaneity, and fun.

Extraversion results were moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.

trait snapshot: expressive, open, self revealing, loves large parties, loud, social, outgoing, does not like social isolation, assertive, social chameleon, positive, always busy, likes to fit in, likes to stand out, enjoys leadership, brutally honest, trusting, optimistic, desires attention, dominant, aggressive, attachment prone, wants to be understood, realistic

Friday, November 24, 2006

Black Friday. For the first time in years, I did not go shopping. Instead, I stayed home. In bed. With my man. And a migraine.

Thanksgiving was great with the inlaws. My father-in-law expressed his gratitude for me and my daughter joining their family this year and told us we were a blessing to them. Well, they're a blessing to us as well. I'm so thankful for my sweet husband. He's amazing. Yep, we're still definitely newlyweds.

I love cooking. I cook all the time. I usually make enough for leftovers for lunches or enough to give away or whatever. Munchkin doesn't eat much, although she's starting to eat more now and be a bit less picky. It's been hard with my husband in this body building competition because during our courtship, he ate everything I put in front of him. Not so anymore. Although, he did eat some of everything yesterday (and paid for it today with a belly ache). But I could tell my efforts were appreciated. We showed up with 4 pumpkin pies, a sweet potato casserole with a nut topping, hashbrown casserole, and stuffing. Lots of all of the above. They roasted the bird we'd taken over last Friday, which is when we told my father-in-law and brother-in-law what we were bringing, but somehow mother-in-law didn't get the message (whether they told her or not is another story -- FIL insists yes, MIL insists no). So, she bought a pie and stuffing and potato salad and rolls. Nobody ate any of that, just the homemade stuff we took.

I have a brother-in-law who can eat an entire pizza by himself and wash it down with a half gallon of ice cream. He got a plate ready for himself with an entire drumstick and good sized helpings of everything else, ate a few bites, asked mom if he could have pie, so I handed him one and said, "I made four, this one's yours." His eyes got big and he said, "wow, thanks," took it and his plate to his room and we didn't see him again for a while.

My sister-in-law was working, but came home and there was still food on the table. Enough that she could pick what she wanted and didn't want. She was so excited, and said it was the best Thanksgiving they've ever had. My husband said that made his day. It made mine, too. Apparently last year, there wasn't even any turkey left when she got home from work. (she works in a care center, and they try to split up the holidays into 4-hour shifts so no one is stuck there all day, but they usually eat while she's gone. lol). My father-in-law just kept saying, "We are going to gain weight." My mother-in-law took tiny helpings of everything I made, tasted it, and once she decided she liked it, made her husband get more for her. They're so funny. FIL said he now knows the difference between homemade and store bought and that they need to learn to cook. I laughed.

The thing is, they do know how to cook Island food. My sweetie thought they'd be making some for yesterday but they didn't make any -- they were worried about offending me or something. Really, I just want them to be themselves. We were both sort of disappointed there wasn't any. But it was still good, and it was nice to spend time with the family. We don't see them much, but that's because they don't want to impose. Well, I don't want to impose either, so don't go down there often, and I never know if anyone is going to be home besides the one brother-in-law who has some mental health issues and being alone with him or him and the other brother-in-law isn't comfy for me. So we avoid imposing on them, too.

So, after we got home, I started working, but I started getting a headache. So I went to bed. Hubby was up most of the night, and around 4 o'clock this morning, the headache woke me up. I was too tired to get up and take anything, so I made myself go back to sleep, but I wasn't resting very well. Around 8, I finally got up and took 2 Excedrin with a Pepsi and about 20 minutes later I felt fine.

I hate migraines, but at least it wasn't the kind where I have to go to the InstaCare and get a shot. I hate shots, too. The last time I did that ... whoa. We weren't even engaged yet, but we were dating. That was a rough day. Sis took me to the InstaCare, I got shot in the butt, came home and passed out. She took my daughter home with her. The phone rang all damn day and kept waking me up. I finally woke up enough to call my sweetie and ask him to get kidlet before he came over for our "family" night that night. He did. He'd told me long before I had him whipped and he'd do anything for me, but I didn't entirely believe that or understand it until I was in the hospital this summer when, in my mostly uncoherent state in the ICU when they were pushing morphine and I was puking, he said he was going to go home and sleep and I begged him to stay, so he slept in a chair that night. The rest of the nights, he stayed in a cot in my room. I don't remember asking him to stay that night, but I do remember crying because he was still there after my surgery. I think that's when I really realized how much he loves me. Actually, I'm not sure I entirely know it even now, but I'm grateful for him and for his love for me, and for the fact that he would do just about anything to keep me happy. Even when he's tired.

I'm getting really random, but the gist is this list of things I'm thankful for (not entirely copied from kip, but I did see her list which is much longer than her Thursday 13, and thought I'd start a list here of things I'm thankful for, too).
1. My husband.
2. Our children.
3. The gospel.
4. My health.
5. My friends.
6. The surgery I had this summer, ensuring good health in the future, and reminding me how great it is to feel healthy the rest of the time.
7. Our home.
8. Cars.
9. TOILETS and other indoor plumbing, including dishwashers and washing machines.
10. Electricity.
11. BEDS.
12. Blankets.
13. Clothes ... and not clothes.
14. Air conditioning/central air/heating. Good stuff.
15. Medicine.
16. My job, my husband's job, and our ability to provide for our family.
17. Music -- I'm not talking Smashing Pumpkins or Faith Hill or anything like that, although that's fun, too. I'm talking the classics that I grew up playing. I miss having a piano.
18. Slow dancing with my husband.
19. Parents who sacrifice so we can have better lives.
20. Bridal showers and parties and wedding receptions. Saw people I love whom I haven't seen in years. Good times.
21. Co-workers who make me laugh all day -- Schweddy Balls, indeed.
22. Glasses and/or contacts.
23. Bubble baths.
24. Grandma's painting hanging on my wall -- it's not of her, but a seascape she did in oils. I also have a still life of a fruit bowl because my brother couldn't take it to Japan. I'm betting he'll want it back when they move back here.
25. Babies.
26. Baby wipes and disposable diapers.
27. Faith.
28. I'm thankful I no longer have the evil IUD.
29. My brother-in-law D who introduced me to my husband.
30. Pillows and pillow fights.
31. Massage oil that doesn't break out my skin.
32. Clearer skin than when I had the evil IUD.
33. Skin care.
34. Hot showers.
35. Edible body wash/lotion ... ahem.
36. Shampoo.
37. Hair dryers.
38. The temple and the peace I find there.
39. Eternal marriage.
40. A husband who runs from temptation -- like co-workers hitting on him since he's dropped so much weight, and getting the message across that he's married and not interested.
41. Wedding rings. lol.
42. Pedicures and manicures.
43. Haircuts a la Tilly (who is pregnant and QUITTING. gr.)
44. Exercise. Not that I've been doing as much as I want of late, getting sick over and over puts a cramp in my healthy habits, but I do enjoy working out and am grateful I actually can now.
45. Computers.
46. OxyClean. Luv that stuf.
47. Periods coming when you start stressing about being late 'cuz yer not ready to have another munchkin.
48. Cell phones.
49. Scriptures.
50. The power of prayer.
51. Priesthood blessings.
52. The Atonement.
53. Christmas!
54. Thanksgiving and time with my family.
55. Willow Tree figurines. Good stuf.
56. Drills, wood screws, staple guns, striped fabric, and the inspiration on how to fix my kitchen chairs.
57. Tax returns.
58. Rain. Dancing in the rain. Making out in the rain.
59. Snuggling hubby in bed on a rare lazy morning when neither of us has to work and kidlet keeps herself entertained for a while.
60. Pumpkin pie for breakfast.
61. Turkey-induced comas.
62. Pictures, scrapbooks, and semi-preserved memories.
63. Books.
64. Movies.
65. Jiu jitsu.
66. Airborne. Buy this. Drink it. Stay well. Wish they paid me for all the advertising I do for them. hahahaaha.
67. Hugs and kisses from munchkins.
68. Hugs and kisses from my husband.
69. My aunt the massage therapist, bless her hard-working self. Glad she's here for the holiday so I can get some of these knots out. Hubby tries, but isn't trained except for a few things from her.
70. Airplanes and other modes of transportation that allow us to get from one place to another relatively quickly and painlessly.
71. The pioneers who settled the West.
72. The pioneers who came from the Old World and settled the New.
73. Tres Leches. It's awesome. I also left most of it at the in-laws' since I knew I'd just eat the whole damn thing. lolol.
74. Pumpkin pie with cinnamon whipped cream. Or pumpkin bread pudding with the same. Actually, anything pumpkin at this time of year ...
75. Nutmeg and other spices that make food so wonderful.

Man, that's enough. My hands are tired. So is my brain. At least I'm not nauseated anymore from the migraine (nausea lasted all day). And since hubby's tummy finally calmed down (it's 8 o'clock at night), we're gonna go see Casino Royale. So, I bid you adieu.

Friday, November 17, 2006

So, it's Friday night. Not date night in our house, I usually have to work. We picked up Munchkin from school and went to Costco and bought turkeys for Turkey Day next week for my family and my in-laws, and have now dropped off the turkeys at their respective houses for cooking.

Marriage. It's awesome, my husband is fabulous, but it's sure different than being single and just doing whatever the hell I want for the holidays. or any other day for that matter. lol. After discussions with hubby, parents, and sister, we decided we're eating with the in-laws, and mom and dad are eating at sister's house. We'll have the 'rents over for dinner another day during the week they're here, and we'll have a party of some sort one of the other days.

Part of the problem with the holiday and traditions and me cooking is that I have to work a full shift that day. I've not had to do that for 3 years, since my first Thanksgiving on this job. My old boss let me have it off every year, but I have a new boss this year and missed the boat with asking for the day off. (I did get Christmas off, which is more important in my mind, so it's all good).

I don't mind spending the holiday with the in-laws -- I like them, they're good to me, and it'll be interesting to see how Tongans celebrate a traditional American holiday. Thus far, whenever they've eaten in my presence, they hold back and don't eat as much as they typically do. I'm wondering if this trend will hold out on the biggest pigout fest Americans ever thought of. I'm making some dishes I know Munchkin will eat, and my sweet husband loves and says his family will enjoy, so hopefully it'll work out all right. Cheesy hashbrowns (similar to Cracker Barrel's dish by the same name), crustless sweet potato pie with a streusel topping, dressing, pumpkin pie, and broccoli. The broccoli is an effort to provide something besides turkey that hubby can "legally" eat during the last 3-4 weeks of his body-building competition. Whatever else they prepare, I know Munchkin will be fed and we'll share some of the foods we love with our new family. I'm actually looking forward to spending some time with them.

One of the things that this Thanksgiving and the preparation going into it has illustrated to me is just how awesome my husband is, our marriage is. The discussions have been peaceful, loving, no drama at all. In fact, even the times we have argued, he's only ever raised his voice once in my presence and it wasn't directed at me (or Munchkin). No drama, no yelling, no name calling. Just respect and love even in a disagreement or misunderstanding. And the discussion about where to spend Turkey Day really was that: A discussion. Not a demand or a tyrant telling me what we'd be doing or vice versa, but a mutual discussion. I sure do love my husband.

Holidays were HELL when I was married the first time -- fights, drama, yelling, name calling, throwing things ... and that was before we ever left the house to see either of our families. Once his nutso relatives got involved, it was a million times worse. I avoided his family as much as possible living in a small town, but at the holidays, we always at least saw them. After 3 hellish Turkey Days and Christmases, I dreaded the holidays and was glad I got out that October, just before Halloween. That Thanksgiving was really hard -- it was my wedding anniversary and my family didn't understand just how important the traditions we'd had growing up were to me on that particular day and I couldn't explain it, so instead of the traditional dinner, we went out to eat. I cried the whole time. I enjoyed the time with my family and the movie we saw that day, but missed Mom's dressing and cranberry relish and the other things we traditionally ate that day that I hadn't been able to enjoy for the 3 years prior. Since then, we've had a lot of good holidays, full of love and joy of being together, no matter if it was just my daughter, me, and my parents, or the whole clan, eating out or cooking up a storm, they were still good.

I love my family. I'm so thankful for them and their love and support the last 7 years especially. And I'm thankful for my new husband and new family and the good times we've had so far, and I look forward to many more good holiday seasons to come.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Don't have a ton to say today. Happy I got my monthly. I'm still in love with my husband. My daughter is starting to feel better from her cold or whatever she had. And I feel better about my job today. WHY?

I edited some of the work India has done. I've never laughed so hard. mwahahahaha. I'm mean, I suppose, especially since someone said, "oh, they probably laugh at us trying to transcribe for Indian docs." Well. Those *were* Indian docs. It was so sad ... and funny.

Gotta go give Ms. Germy her prednisolone.

Friday, November 10, 2006


TGIF. Seriously. WHY? Well, found out this week my company is destroying our healthcare bennies (seriously, it's a nasty situation), I've had the flu but am somewhat better today, but my supervisor hasn't ever approved my time off for Mon. and Tues. when I was really bad off, so I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop from Corporate. Pay cuts? No more paid time off? No more rentention bonus? No Flex-spend account (which we really need for next year to get hubby's dental work done)? Gah. They're lame and if they do cut my pay, I'll be looking elsewhere ... even though when I've looked in the past, no one could touch what I make there. *sigh*

The medical field is going to hell in a handbasket PDQ, and much of that is the pork bellies on Capitol Hill. Sadly, I've considered myself a Republican much of my life, but am now going to register as a Democrat -- a Blue Dog Democrat to be more specific. They support the average American, NOT big business, are pro-life, pro-NRA, anti gay marriage (why can't we do like Mexico City and just call them gay unions -- they get the bennies of married heteros ...) ... I'm thinking of getting more involved in politics. WHY? HIPAA was passed to protect our private medical information from being shared with anyone without our permission. Most people in this country don't know that someone like me exists -- I type medical records all day. I have to comply with HIPAA -- I don't share personal information on anyone, give no specifics when requesting help understanding a doctor, and do my best to provide the most accurate record I possibly can.

Sadly, I've always worked for a company who outsources medical records off shore -- our friends in India get to type them so we don't have to stay up all night. This has always bothered me, and one of the main reasons is that HIPAA can't be enforced in other countries. So, our friends in India (and before anyone gets ornery with me, I have nothing against people from other countries) type your medical records and are not legally obligated to keep that information private. That includes your Social Security Number, if your hospital or clinic happens to identify you by that number. Anyone else concerned about this? Our company insists they do keep it private, but who the heck really knows? Our private medical information is over there, floating around. Not only does this bother me, but it bothers me that my credit card company and my cable company has moved their customer service to India as well, meaning my financial information, including SSN and mother's maiden name, are in another country. Why should my information be anywhere but on Ameircan soil, with other Americans protecting it?

The company I originally started working for almost 4 years ago has been swallowed up by another company, and our bennies are getting cut. The smaller company always did outsource off shore, and it didn't bother me quite as much then ... partly because they did it and still made sure we had good bennies and that we were happy, but the big company insists they can't do that. So. My open-heart surgery this year cost me $4500, hitting my out of pocket max for the first time in my LIFE. Had it happened NEXT year, it would have cost over $10K before I hit my OOP max. And for the privilege of owing more than double the debt, my premium would have remained exactly. the. same. Around 85% to 90% of medical transcriptionists are women. Our corporate employees (most of whom are men), however, get to keep our old insurance. Can anyone say discrimination?

Thank heaven for Nestle and their insurance through hubby. Hopefully they don't decide to become idiots like my employers.

Speaking of hubby, I'm completely and totally jealous of my sweet husband, who has dropped like 40 pounds of FAT in about 6 weeks -- going from a tight 40 waist pair of jeans (which i can now wear, blargh), to a size 34 waist (which he looks *tight* in). Go Moe! He's working very hard to win this competition, and I sure hope he does. :)

Wednesday, November 8, 2006

Today, I have the flu. I have the flu and other bugs a lot these days. The body still isn't happy after open-heart surgery, still feel like an alien force has invaded and cursed me. But life is good anyway. Even when I'm emotional, moody, and sick, my sweet man is still loving and patient with me. Even when I don't deserve it. :) awwww. We're disgustingly happy.

So, I started a blog because I checked up on kipluck and colorchrome and read their blogs one morning instead of working (hey! I logged out of the timeclock first!), and realized I probably need one of my own, where I can be as narcissistic as I like and talk only about me. So I started one. And realized I'm not all that interesting. ha.

I'm 30 years old, happily married, mother of one, step-mother of another one, and content with life as we know it. My surgery earlier this year was to repair something wrong with my left ventricle which I've apparently had my whole life but never knew about until shortly before my 30th birthday. It's all better now, I mostly am back to normal with energy and stamina, but I still do get sick frequently (see above).

I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, otherwise known as the Mormons. Yep, I go to church every Sunday and believe in the Gospel whole-heartedly. If I didn't, I wouldn't be where I am today. I believe the Priesthood was restored through Joseph Smith, and through that Priesthood, I was blessed during my surgery and recovery to be as healthy as I am today, just 4 months later. I believe in the Book of Mormon and other scriptures, including the Bible, and I believe that the Lord has a plan for each of us. Sometimes we get impatient with Him, but if we can convince ourselves to wait for His timing, things turn out often much better than if we'd taken our own shortcuts. Trust me. I'm living proof of this.

Ten years ago, I was engaged to a drunk, and I eventually married him and became a battered wife. I was very rebellious and didn't want to wait on the Lord's timing, and because of that, I placed myself in a very dangerous position with a very stupid man and nearly died. I had a child by him and left when she was just a tiny infant. Then I stayed single and bitter until one day when my brother-in-law decided to hook me up with his friend, the soft-spoken hottie Tongan I'm completely in love with and am now married to. Our wedding was 8 weeks after my surgery. He's been there through all of this with me, and I've never been happier. Following the Lord's plan has given me much more satisfaction and joy than being a rebellious, prideful person. I'm still prideful at times, but try not to be rebellious anymore. That being said, my husband knew we'd get married from our first date. It took me a lot longer to see it.

This is pretty random, but maybe that's because I am. I'll blog more later, but had to get some thoughts down today before I lose my mind. See, I'm a writer and a musician. Without a computer or a piano the last few years, I've become entirely too career focused. If I can write, even if it's just random stuff, or if I can play a piano every day, I'm fine. But now we have a home computer that isn't slower than molasses going uphill in January, so I can write a bit. A piano isn't a possibility. Yet.

ahhh. I feel better now. A bit.

Saturday, November 4, 2006

So, this is my new blog. Just had to make one after catching up on Colorchrome's and Kip's this morning instead of working. Yep. I'll post more later, but wanted to check it out now, see how it flies.
So, this is my new blog. Just had to make one after catching up on Colorchrome's and Kip's this morning instead of working. Yep. I'll post more later, but wanted to check it out now, see how it flies.

1 comment:

colorchrome wrote: WOOOO!!!! Welcome to the Blogside.... mwahahahahahahaha

um.. yeah. hee hee... I need to add you to my links list now...


NOTE: I'm copying/moving posts and comments to this blog ... i think. it requires that I re-publish the other blog individually to get to the comments ... it might be too much work. -- 04/02/07