I noticed a few weeks ago that something funky had happened to Darwin's glass lenses... they were... flaking? What?
So to the optometrist and sure enough. His lenses. Were flaking. On this inside. By his good eye.
Holyfuckingshit.
So, we ordered new glasses in "lazer chrome" and yes, the name of the color is pure awesomenss and did help my decision making.
And? Because they are blue.
But!
Did the proper glasses come in?
Hells no.
So we got silver. On loan.
Because his glasses are flaking even more.
Holyfuckingshit.
Darwin loves the silver.
I'm finding it to be... just not quite right.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Baby, You'll Come Knocking On My Front Door
My birthday cupcakes are gone. This makes me very sad.
My knitting project is coming along slowly. I find I'm only doing it when I watch tv, and I haven't been watching very much tv lately. Last week I only watched Lost and let's be honest, you can't look at your knitting and watch that at the same time.
I'm still doing the 30 Day Shred and I almost fucking hate Jillian. I "Anita" the whole thing. Fucking plank poses kill me and now have a shoulder injury. So back to level one for me. Fucking plank poses. Christ.
However, my pants are falling off and as of yesterday have lost four pounds after doing it for 20 days (not including the 3 pounds I gained-and-lost, Aaron called it "muscle weight"). Except for my birthday cupcakes, I've been eating a lower-fat, higher-fiber diet.
Between yesterday and today I've lost five pounds of water weight. I went to the doctor last week about retesting my vitamin D levels (which we had determined I had super-low levels in November and put me on a once-a-week-pill) and mentioned to her about my legs.
A few weeks ago I had a massage and the massage therapist said I had a lot of water retention in my legs. Like, pounds and pounds of it.
I just thought my legs were fat.
So, anyway, my doctor looks at my legs and freaks. And prescribes a diuretic (holy shit, I spelled that right on the first try) for a month. A month. And yesterday, as my first day, I had to take two.
Y'all. I was peeing every 15 minutes.
When asked why my legs had so much water retention my doctor replied that my veins were lazy. I HAVE LAZY VEINS, official doctor diagnosis.
LAZY
VEINS
Lazy veins that don't want to DO THEIR JOB and push the fluid up to my torso to be filtered out so hey, let's just have a pool party in Laura's legs. THAT'S A GREAT IDEA.
And just to reiterate how much I could make some post titles be guitar rhythms:
My knitting project is coming along slowly. I find I'm only doing it when I watch tv, and I haven't been watching very much tv lately. Last week I only watched Lost and let's be honest, you can't look at your knitting and watch that at the same time.
I'm still doing the 30 Day Shred and I almost fucking hate Jillian. I "Anita" the whole thing. Fucking plank poses kill me and now have a shoulder injury. So back to level one for me. Fucking plank poses. Christ.
However, my pants are falling off and as of yesterday have lost four pounds after doing it for 20 days (not including the 3 pounds I gained-and-lost, Aaron called it "muscle weight"). Except for my birthday cupcakes, I've been eating a lower-fat, higher-fiber diet.
Between yesterday and today I've lost five pounds of water weight. I went to the doctor last week about retesting my vitamin D levels (which we had determined I had super-low levels in November and put me on a once-a-week-pill) and mentioned to her about my legs.
A few weeks ago I had a massage and the massage therapist said I had a lot of water retention in my legs. Like, pounds and pounds of it.
I just thought my legs were fat.
So, anyway, my doctor looks at my legs and freaks. And prescribes a diuretic (holy shit, I spelled that right on the first try) for a month. A month. And yesterday, as my first day, I had to take two.
Y'all. I was peeing every 15 minutes.
When asked why my legs had so much water retention my doctor replied that my veins were lazy. I HAVE LAZY VEINS, official doctor diagnosis.
LAZY
VEINS
Lazy veins that don't want to DO THEIR JOB and push the fluid up to my torso to be filtered out so hey, let's just have a pool party in Laura's legs. THAT'S A GREAT IDEA.
And just to reiterate how much I could make some post titles be guitar rhythms:
Friday, January 23, 2009
I Wouldn't Change My Life, My Life's Just Fine
32 years.
celebrated with
flowering plants
gluten-free chocolate donuts
Aaron spending the day with me
trip to the library & thrift store
fabric from my mother-in-law
(the lady knows me well)
making gluten-free chocolate cupcakes
(yes, made them myself. I like to bake.)
great kids who are willing to help mama "clean up" the melted chocolate bowl
countless phone calls, birthday cards & internet well-wishes
quiet evening at home, playing games and ordering pizza
best birthday yet
celebrated with
flowering plants
gluten-free chocolate donuts
Aaron spending the day with me
trip to the library & thrift store
fabric from my mother-in-law
(the lady knows me well)
making gluten-free chocolate cupcakes
(yes, made them myself. I like to bake.)
great kids who are willing to help mama "clean up" the melted chocolate bowl
countless phone calls, birthday cards & internet well-wishes
quiet evening at home, playing games and ordering pizza
best birthday yet
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I Run a Tight Ship, So Beware
"Mom? I want grapes with lunch."
"Sorry, buddy. We don't have any."
"Yes we do."
"No, we don't."
"Yes. We. Do."
"I'm afraid you're mistaken."
"I'm not mistaken, your mistaken."
"We don't have any grapes, Darwin."
"Yes, we do."
"Your mistaken buddy."
"I am NOT mistaken."
"Would you like to show me these grapes?"
"Yes, I would. Because your mistaken."
::opens fridge, taps::
"Darwin, those are cranberries."
"Oh. I am mistaken."
Now. If only he could admit when he's wrong in ten years, this relationship will be golden.
"Sorry, buddy. We don't have any."
"Yes we do."
"No, we don't."
"Yes. We. Do."
"I'm afraid you're mistaken."
"I'm not mistaken, your mistaken."
"We don't have any grapes, Darwin."
"Yes, we do."
"Your mistaken buddy."
"I am NOT mistaken."
"Would you like to show me these grapes?"
"Yes, I would. Because your mistaken."
::opens fridge, taps::
"Darwin, those are cranberries."
"Oh. I am mistaken."
Now. If only he could admit when he's wrong in ten years, this relationship will be golden.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Yes, I Can See That My Carpet is Animated
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Steady As She Goes
So, hi.
How are you? How's it goin'? How you doin'?
I'm piled under a craptastic amount of life and holyfuckingshit will someone come dig me out? Please?
I learned to knit on Saturday...
... and only knit. The lady did not trust me to teach me purl. Because, apparently, that's Top Secret Stuff and lo, I have to earn my way into The Secret Society of Knitters.
And, ha!, I'm suppose to have my scarf done by Friday to be given to a homeless person on Monday and boy howdy, I really hope they don't mind the gaping holes that my thumb can fit through.
How are you? How's it goin'? How you doin'?
I'm piled under a craptastic amount of life and holyfuckingshit will someone come dig me out? Please?
I learned to knit on Saturday...
... and only knit. The lady did not trust me to teach me purl. Because, apparently, that's Top Secret Stuff and lo, I have to earn my way into The Secret Society of Knitters.
And, ha!, I'm suppose to have my scarf done by Friday to be given to a homeless person on Monday and boy howdy, I really hope they don't mind the gaping holes that my thumb can fit through.
Friday, January 09, 2009
This Doesn't Have to be Anything at All
It's Friday night, Aaron was suppose to be home from a business trip on Tuesday afternoon.
Is he home yet?
Uh... nope.
But in a few hours he'll be here. Or, at least, he better be.
I knew with the new year we were going to get back to "business as usual" which means an "assload of traveling for Aaron" because that's what he does. Travel. A lot.
We're easing into winter here, wishing for snow (at least some of us are) - besides, what's the point in horribly cold temperatures if we can't have the fluffy stuff?
I've been going around the house today, taking stock of our houseplants. They seem to be multiplying. And not flowering. Am I the only onewho needs flowers around? Especially in winter?
Hopefully these will help. Soon. Come on and spout little fellas!
So on Tuesday I had this cockamainey idea that I was going to get my ass in gear with exercise and diet. Oh my hell. I do believe I'm dying. After hearing a few people talk about it, I started doing 30 Day Shred. I do believe Jillian is a succubus sent up from hell to provide massive amounts of torture on my body. But after doing the video for three days in a row and massive amounts of muscle achiness, my pants are loose. So I should probably stop my bitchin'.
Tomorrow I'm suppose to go learn how to knit. I'm both excited and scared - I want to know how to knit but I'm afriad adding another craft to my repertoire will make me become even more behind on everything I want to accomplish.
It's hard having so many damn interests, yo.
Is he home yet?
Uh... nope.
But in a few hours he'll be here. Or, at least, he better be.
I knew with the new year we were going to get back to "business as usual" which means an "assload of traveling for Aaron" because that's what he does. Travel. A lot.
We're easing into winter here, wishing for snow (at least some of us are) - besides, what's the point in horribly cold temperatures if we can't have the fluffy stuff?
I've been going around the house today, taking stock of our houseplants. They seem to be multiplying. And not flowering. Am I the only onewho needs flowers around? Especially in winter?
Hopefully these will help. Soon. Come on and spout little fellas!
So on Tuesday I had this cockamainey idea that I was going to get my ass in gear with exercise and diet. Oh my hell. I do believe I'm dying. After hearing a few people talk about it, I started doing 30 Day Shred. I do believe Jillian is a succubus sent up from hell to provide massive amounts of torture on my body. But after doing the video for three days in a row and massive amounts of muscle achiness, my pants are loose. So I should probably stop my bitchin'.
Tomorrow I'm suppose to go learn how to knit. I'm both excited and scared - I want to know how to knit but I'm afriad adding another craft to my repertoire will make me become even more behind on everything I want to accomplish.
It's hard having so many damn interests, yo.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Because When I Arrive, I, I'll Bring the Fire
For the past year (hmmm, two years maybe?) we've been using turkey pillowcases in the living room.
Yes. Turkey as in THANKSGIVING PILLOWCASES ALL YEAR ROUND.
Now that it's a new year and I have my head out of my ass (it's true, it was up there all of 2008), I took a little time today while both boys were at school to make this...
... it's totally wonky. The colors don't match. The seams aren't straight. But OHFUCKINGWELL it only took me 45 minutes start to finish and hot damn it feels so nice to make something without pressure. And I think it's pretty.
Yes. Turkey as in THANKSGIVING PILLOWCASES ALL YEAR ROUND.
Now that it's a new year and I have my head out of my ass (it's true, it was up there all of 2008), I took a little time today while both boys were at school to make this...
... it's totally wonky. The colors don't match. The seams aren't straight. But OHFUCKINGWELL it only took me 45 minutes start to finish and hot damn it feels so nice to make something without pressure. And I think it's pretty.
Monday, January 05, 2009
And Everything's Good in the World Tonight
The holiday hullabaloo is packed and put away. Pretty much.
And "pretty much" makes me damn happy. I'm looking forward to a Very Quiet January.
Like most everyone else I know, taking time to reorganize, renew, refresh. Taking time to pester Aaron to clean out his damn cave, taking time to clean up my own shit.
And taking time to build Legos (which we haven't even put an adequate dint in our new stock), taking time to journal, to take more pictures, to clean the house and to cook (I'm thinking brownies... or maybe muffins... coffee cake?... hmm... the possibilities).
Taking time to simplify. Hello, 2009.
And "pretty much" makes me damn happy. I'm looking forward to a Very Quiet January.
Like most everyone else I know, taking time to reorganize, renew, refresh. Taking time to pester Aaron to clean out his damn cave, taking time to clean up my own shit.
And taking time to build Legos (which we haven't even put an adequate dint in our new stock), taking time to journal, to take more pictures, to clean the house and to cook (I'm thinking brownies... or maybe muffins... coffee cake?... hmm... the possibilities).
Taking time to simplify. Hello, 2009.
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