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 Oh what a hectic morning...

So yes, I did have my interview this morning.  But first, last night we were discussing our cat.  She's been ailing for months, but not so badly that we feel like she has a bad quality of life.  It can't be fun, pooping puddles on the floor all the time, and she has been losing weight, but she isn't like, lying on the floor obviously dying or anything, so we tried a lot of different things to help her and nothing helped.  So we thought maybe we were out of options, except that $1500 option to get her checked out further for things like cancer.

This morning my husband woke me up at 9 to tell me we had a vet appt. at 10.  I hadn't told him about the interview yet, so I had to tell him then that I couldn't do 10, and why.  He called the vet back and rescheduled for 9:20 which meant we had to rush.

We got a doctor I hadn't met before and he gave us 2 new medications and new food.  He seemed confident that we'd see results.  We set up our dog's crate for her so she doesn't roam all over and continue to ruin our floors.

When 10:00 came and went I went into skype and found that she had called.  Dammit!  Nothing popped up for me to answer, like I thought it would.  Fortunately, she kept trying.  I hadn't expected that and I was so grateful.  I took her call while I was still at the vet and went to sit in the car to talk.  My husband was with me, so he took care of the vet appt and he drove home while I was still talking to her and everything.  The cat was meowing in the background and she was laughing about it and took it all in stride.

Skype is...not great.  There were various snafus but she was very patient and kept calling me back.  She was so nice, and we talked a bit about livejournal which she's also a member of.  I think I did really well, considering I've never done a phone interview.  She was very casual so I didn't feel like I had to sound professional or anything.

So she said probably tomorrow or the next day I should hear back if I made it through to the next step of training.

I wish my husband were excited for me.  He's always just kind of meh.  I just want him to be like Yay for you! But that's not really his reaction style.  I know it's not a huge deal in general, but it's big, for me.  And who knows what it could lead to, right?  He says the only thing is, he wishes it paid.  Well, it doesn't but it could lead to something that does.


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I got a call earlier today from my son's doctor.  He has an appt. today and they were calling to tell me that the person we signed up to see (there are a few doctors and NP's all from the same practice there) wouldn't be in.  They reminded me that they sent out a letter in November saying I needed to reschedule, which I obviously forgot about.  What I wish is that someone had followed up with me sooner.  I'm especially irritated because my husband took a call confirming the appointment a couple days ago.

So now we have an appt. at 11 with a new doctor whom we've never seen, but I didn't want to reschedule because I've been needing this appt for months.  His birthday was in November and they couldn't fit me in until now. His behavior is driving me up the wall, and our relationship and interaction always being at odds is hurting his quality of life as well.

Also, I forgot that my husband has tomorrow off, because he has Mondays off and because today is MLK day he gets Tuesday off in observance of that.  So he'll be home during my interview tomorrow which I still haven't told him about.  I mean it's ridiculous that I haven't told him yet, but I kind of have this superstition about talking too much about something I'm working towards.  I'm afraid I'm going to jinx it, but I guess if that were true, it would already be jinxed because I announced it in my journal. 

*sigh*
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 So after looking like a total dork by asking the employee a lot of questions about skype, I have my interview set up for Tuesday at 10 a.m. eastern time. Anyone who's up around that time or earlier if you could throw me a few good thoughts it would be appreciated. I'm sure I'll remind you all again before Tuesday. 

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We Need To Talk About Kevin

Spoilers... )
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 So, it turns out that the  skype chat is just voice chat, not video.  That's a relief.  I got an e mail tonight with a date and time, but I've had a couple drinks and I don't feel equipped to answer the e mail right now. LOL.  The date is for next Tuesday morning.  I've never used skype though, have any of you?  Why couldn't they just call my phone instead of having to go through skype, if it's not video chat?

I'm kind of freaking out here, but I'm drunk, haha.  I just needed to tell someone that I got the interview, since I haven't even told my husband I applied yet.  I also have not told him about the blog.  I don't think he'll be happy about the light I portrayed him in for the first entry.

PS, please go back to the blog--I updated it today and tomorrow I will be updating the "About" link that is above the entry and possibly doing another entry.
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 So, I did two big things yesterday.

First, I applied to volunteer at a crisis intervention chat site.  You have to fill out an application and a survey and then you have to skype with one of their employees and then raise money to fund the training, and then you are supervised in real chat situations and then I suppose you're on your own.  (At any of these points, they can decide you're not right for the position and decline your application.) The chat platform, as opposed to a phone hotline, appeals to me because I'm not very good on the phone.  The down side is the skype interview.  I not only have to talk on the phone, but the person can see me while we do it?  I don't even skype with family members.  I've done very well, avoiding skype and facetime (an iphone thing) with my family members, and now I have to do it with a stranger.  Yikes.

But I'm really pretty excited about that.  I have always wanted to be a support for people.  Right out of high school I wanted to be a psychologist.  I was in peer support group and I was a mentor to incoming freshmen at my high school.  I was a mentor at church to younger kids.  Then I went to college and it was scary.  Unfortunate things happened and I dropped out but I always regretted not following through.  I'm less eager to go to college now because ugh, college.  So I think this training thing, no bullshit where you have to take classes that have nothing to do with what you want to do, will work out for me.  I'm home all day and can definitely set aside the couple hours a day they estimate it will take for me to finish the training in the allotted time.  (You  have to finish within a certain time after you apply or they drop your application).

I think that because I've dealt with depression and hopelessness (and still do), that I can help people who are experiencing it.  It's one thing to have never felt that kind of despair, and to imagine it and tell someone "I know how you feel", but you really don't.  That's not to say that people who haven't been depressed can't be good counselors. 

The next thing I did was create a blog.  I made it yesterday on blogger or blogspot or whatever is that's connected with Google and then I couldn't freaking find it when I finished and it wouldn't let me make a customized name so I was like, 1038557463.blogspot.com, and I couldn't find my way back to make another post...so I moved it to Wordpress.  Custom name that makes sense, no weird login with Google+ or whatever, easy peasy.  

I've made many blogs.  If you dig deep enough you'll find my work on four or five different wordpress blogs and you might even find my first blog on diaryland, if it's still around.  But this, I hope this is for real.  My husband came up with an awful, superficial, stereotypical idea and I turned it into an idea I can live with.  If you read my first entry you'll get the whole story.

Now, this is how I am with new things.  I adore it for a week or two and then it gets tossed to the side of the path, strewn along with the other pieces of things I once thought I'd want to devote my life to.  And I find something new, and I think, "Now THIS, this is what I was born for", and that too gets forgotten.  This is where I need you.  How can you help me?  Visit my blog and spread the word.   If something resonates with you, you can like my posts, share them on your facebook or twitter or even link to them on your LJ or DW journal or wherever you have a website.

Oh, the link.  I'd appreciate it if you take a look.  weightandseeme.wordpress.com/
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 My cousin is getting married in August.  He's getting married in Maine, at a place that is probably about 6 hours from where we live (and 4 hours for his immediate family, so it's not like it's convenient for anyone.  I'm not sure where his fiancee's family is from, but I don't think it's Maine.)  And I know that weddings aren't supposed to be convenient, but when we got married we didn't get married in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere.

Anyway, his fiancee has been sending out e mails with info on reserving a hotel room, and inviting people to stay up there for days before the wedding.  The hotel they're getting married at, where she booked rooms for us?  $200 a night.  

She hadn't mentioned what time the wedding is, so I asked her, so we could see if we could come back home that day or if we'd have to stay the night.  The wedding starts at 4.  Ends at? 11.

I'm confused.  She knows that our son is coming, who will be almost 8 by the time August rolls around.  What are we supposed to do with him when he wants to go to bed at 9, at the latest?  One of us go back to the room with him while the other hangs out at the wedding alone?  Both of us ditch the wedding and go to bed?  What the hell are we doing at a 7 hour wedding, anyway?  God...I hope nobody expects us to dance.

I mean, I guess she expects the people with kids to turn in early.  She's a first grade teacher (so she gets along great with my son)-it's not like she's clueless about kids and tired parents and such.  I'm just dreading bringing this up to my husband because he doesn't have many days off left since we were so sick in December and he's going to be annoyed about the 6 hour drive to Maine and having to stay overnight and do social things and stuff.  Sigh.


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So, we finished Breaking Bad on NYE. It was good! I was satisfied with the end, and I expected to cry-I even got a tissue in anticipation when we got up for a snack midway through. But I didn't cry.  

Here there are Breaking Bad spoilers )
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When I was re-reading the meme I did yesterday I realized I forgot that I went to the NKOTB 10 album release party. That was pretty exciting. I took my husband because he has never been to a NKOTB event besides the NYC Today show thing where we stood around the corner from the actual performance so I don't really count that. LOL. He poked a lot of fun, but I think he enjoyed himself more or less.

It was really awesome. It was in a small theater in Boston. Even though it's small we were so far back that it wasn't even really worth taking many pics. I just enjoyed it. They sang a bunch of songs from the album and then some girls who funded a full page ad in Billboard magazine thanking NKOTB for all they've done came out and presented them with the ad. It was pretty neat.

Confetti and balloons!



The view from our seats--see, not so close. But still-I was there!


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1. What did you do in 2013 that you'd never done before?
Went on a Disney cruise

2. Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I don't seriously make those. I make intentions but I don't really hold myself to them.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? No

4. Did anyone close to you die? One of my kitties did, sadly.

5. What countries did you visit? Does the Bahamas count?

6. What would you like to have in 2014 that you lacked in 2013? A job? Hobbies? Something worthwhile?

7. What date from 2013 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? No one date in particular.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? Not really an achievement, but I left the UU church. It was sort of a big step for me and I'm still trying to figure out if it was a good one or not.

9. What was your biggest failure? Not improving as a parent as much as I hoped.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury? In December I went in to get some bladder stones removed and after that the entire month was a disaster. We were all sick, one after the other, sometimes all of us at the same time, sometimes in rotation. I still have an irritating cough.

11. What was the best thing you bought? NKOTB Cruise tickets...again :P

12. Whose behavior merited celebration? My family, lovely as always and making me side eye pretty much every other family I hear stories about. Why do so many families have to be dysfunctional? I know everyone has their problems...but wow.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? My husband, mostly. My son, but he's 7. He has an excuse.

14. Where did most of your money go? Bills. The cruise, birthday and Christmas presents for our son.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? I...don't get really really really excited these days, which is sad. I guess I was mostly excited about the cruise, and my cousin's wedding and my SIL's wedding which are all this year (and not overlapping! yay!)

16. What song will always remind you of 2013? Carry On-Fun. I think it's pretty much the song for the rest of my life, now.

17. Compared to this time last year:
happier or sadder? About the same. Maybe a little sadder because things are the same.

Older or wiser? Mostly older :P

Thinner or Fatter? Fatter

18. What do you wish you'd done more of? Productive things

19. What do you wish you'd done less of? Being uptight

20. How will you be spending Christmas? This is how we can tell this is old. I spent Christmas with my husband, and then with my mom and her family and my family, and ended it with my husband and me opening our presents to each other.

21. How will you be spending New Years Eve? Sick, on the couch, struggling to stay up until midnight.

22. Did you fall in love in 2013? No

23. How many one-night stands? None.

24. What was your favorite TV program? Breaking Bad

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? Getting there :P

26. What was the best book you read? I don't really read, but I did start Little Star shortly after Christmas. Good so far :)

27. What was your greatest musical discovery? Fun. (I'm terribly mainstream)

28. What did you want and get? Some books, Lush products, and some things I didn't know I wanted

29. What did you want and not get? Wicked tickets! What the hell!

30. What was your favorite film(s) of this year? The Hunger Games

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? 34. It's bad...I don't remember what I did. LOL Must have been awesome.

32. What would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? Being with someone who makes me happy daily, not just on certain occasions

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2013? Jeans, t shirts, pretty much grubby casual like usual

34. What kept you sane? Sleeping in, spending my days alone

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Joey McIntyre

36. What political issue stirred you the most? Animal rights

37. Who did (do) you miss? I miss people I've never had.

38. Who was the best new person/ people you met? my cousin's fiancee Jess. She seems wonderful and I'm happy for them.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2013: I can't really say I've learned anything this year. Well, I have, but whether I'll put those things to use is another question.
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Every year my skin gets drier. This year is bad, partially because this winter got colder faster than most winters do. My palms are peeling. Sure, it doesn't help that I pick at them, but this has never happened before. My arms are dry and my chest is itchy, so bad that I don't wear a bra if I don't have to, which is usually, since I'm by myself most of the day, and wearing a jacket when I go out. The area where my underwear sits at my waist feels itchy all the time too. I have a myriad of lotions that I use, but I have a feeling that the hot showers I take almost every night don't help, either.

I figured out why I don't sleep comfortably at night. I like to roll up in a ball, especially now that it's cold. If I face my husband and do this, my knees will be in his back, and if I turn the other way, I don't have enough room. So it makes sense that I get my best sleep in that hour between when he gets up and when I wake up at 7, but then I'm super groggy and grumpy when I do have to get up. Also, my pillow got all lumpy last time we washed it. Must add that to the list of things to get at Target.

You all may have noticed the influx of articles on parenting lately, or maybe it's just me, because the majority of my friends on facebook are parents and tend to circulate those things. But anyway, it seems to be sort of a new thing (or at least more vocal) to embrace not being a perfect parent. Honey, I own the patent on not being a perfect parent. I've seen these articles so much and it seems to coincide with my husband's idea that I should have a blog. I already do, of course, but he means like a popular blog on my own website. And I was wondering, I've done my fair share of blogging about not being a perfect parent, and I like to write about that, but I don't know how I stack up. Am I a good enough writer? Is my voice interesting and relatable? I'd like some honest opinions on if you think I should attempt a website about imperfect parenting. (you can sort through my "parenting" or "my son" tags to see some of the stuff I've talked about) Those of you who have websites, or know people who do, I need help learning how to make one, and how to advertise wisely, and all that. I'm really interested in doing this. I've tried before, but it's discouraging to write and not see any return for the effort, which I guess is a common plight for a writer. I just need to find a way to get it off the ground, if I do it. Meh, just a thought.
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I'm feeling kind of bad for burning the bridges to my UU church relationships. Or lack thereof. LOL.

I'm still on facebook and many of my former acquaintances from said church are friends with me. None of them actually talk to me and that's where it gets awkward. Why am I still friends with these people? I got a friend request from someone who I knew at church and was part of the RE committee with me. I ignored it. Did he friend me to try to recruit me back? To ask me something? To finally ask why I left? I'm afraid to connect with any of these people now for fear that they'll try to draw me back to the church, where I really felt no connection and no friends. And it's funny, because it's not even one of those weird, recruity churches but I just felt so hounded after I was constantly asked if I was pledging, that I'm paranoid that that's the only reason any of these people would want to talk to me.

Then there's my son, who said he wanted to go back recently. Now I feel bad. "Can't you just drop me off?" he asked. I can't, really, because how weird is it to drop your kid off at church and not go yourself? LOL.

But it's very weird to want to, and yet, not want to respond to people who post things on facebook like the woman I thought I was friends with, who keeps saying we should get together but then makes no effort to. She asked if someone would be able to help entertain her daughter once in a while since her husband is a fisherman and is off on the boat for a few months now and she's feeling overwhelmed with the whole single mom thing, which I get. She's busy as it is. I wanted to respond, but would she want me to hang out with her daughter? She barely knows me. She probably has plenty of actual friends who she actually grabs coffee or lunch with, who her daughter actually knows and likes.

It's weird to see another former "friend" at karate and chit chat but never actually, you know, try to form a legit friendship. How do people do it? Am I really that boring? How do they know, when they never ask me a thing about myself? They don't know the first thing about the tv I watch, the music I like, what I enjoy doing with my son. What's so weird about me that they don't want to find out, and why do I feel like I have the social abilities of a 5 year old? Ask me if I like concerts. Plays. Musicals. Comedians. Good food. Museums. Coffeehouses. There is a real person in here. You just have to act interested enough to find out about her.
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I forgot to post another sweet story about my son. There is a Christmas movie that is my favorite, called A Child's Christmas in Wales. I remember watching it a lot as a kid but I'm not sure if it was an actual annual tradition. It came out on tv when I was a kid and for a long time my parents had a recording of that on VHS. It was crap quality as you'd expect and then after the divorce my dad ended up with it, but my mom loves it too. Years later, it came out on DVD and I bought one for myself and one for my mom. She was very happy to have it in good quality.

I made it a tradition for myself to watch it on Christmas Eve. The story is about Christmas, but it is told on Christmas Eve, so I always thought it was most fitting to watch it then. My husband watched it once and decided he didn't like it, and my son was too young to really be into it either, even though the content isn't over his head or anything. It's just a tad sleepy for the really little ones I guess.

Christmas Eve came and went this year and I hadn't watched it. We were busy visiting family, getting decorations ready, etc. Since we were all sick for most of December we were a little bit behind on things.

A couple days after Christmas, my son was ankle deep in Legos and I decided to finally sit down and watch it. I asked my son if he wanted to join me and he said, "I'll just glance at it." Heh. So I turned it on and within 2 minutes he was on the couch. "I like the part where he opens the present," he said. This happens at the very beginning.

A little ways into it he said he had to pee. I said okay, expecting him to just run off and miss a couple minutes. He looked at me expectantly. "Aren't you going to pause it?" he asked.

When he came back, he sat and watched the whole darn thing with me, and afterwards he talked about what he thought of it, and his perception of some of the scenes.

I like making traditions, but only if everyone likes them. I wasn't going to force him to make this tradition with me if he didn't want to, but I'm very glad that, at least this year, he enjoyed it.

We watched some other Christmas movies this year. Well, I'm not sure Home Alone can be considered a Christmas movie, but it takes place in winter, so I'm counting it. The other one was A Christmas Story, which I'm honestly not terribly fond of, but it took on a new feeling, watching it with my son. This is one of those traditions I was not so happy to be a part of as a kid. My dad loves this movie, and I think my mom does too. We used to watch it every year, and I thought it was just horrible. My son seemed to enjoy it, though.

We also watched How The Grinch Stole Christmas, which is an old favorite of ours.

I can't remember if I already said somewhere that we watched Elf, but we did, and we enjoyed that too.
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Happy new year everyone!

I still feel like shit, and I was barely able to stay up until midnight. We watched the final episode of Breaking Bad, which was so good, even though I knew so much about what was going to go down. It was still satisfying and sad and all that.

Then we watched Seacrest at NYC and the ball drop, and I enjoyed seeing Donnie, even though he's probably at the bottom of the list as far as favorites go. I mean he seems like a great guy and all, I just am not at all attracted to him and I wish he'd stop dressing like an old man. But whatever. I also don't give a shit that he's dating Jenny McCarthy, although I am glad he didn't propose to her last night (as rumors were going around in my little corner of twitter that he was going to) because I really didn't want to hear about any Donnie girl riots. LOL.

It so happens that Joey McIntyre's birthday is on New Year's eve, so yesterday I baked off a blueberry pie that we had in the freezer and that was kind of all I felt like doing in celebration of that. Also made some yummy buffalo chicken balls for our snack which came out decent but stuck to the foil (I was out of parchment paper; I should have sprayed the foil) so a lot of the crispy outside was lost. Oh well. Recipe here http://www.seededatthetable.com/2010/09/16/buffalo-chicken-bites/


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So that's about it I guess. My husband and son are out at lunch with my in-laws, and I asked him to pick up some more medicine for me. I will find something that works, dammit.
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 Still falling apart. I am the only one who is really sick now, although Josh still has a slight cold and my husband hasn't been getting enough sleep (because I've been sleeping in and he gets up with Josh).

On top of that, I burned my fingertips when I touched a hot pan and now my skin is peeling and I can't leave it alone.  

We bought some new bath towels and drinking glasses today and that was nice, I enjoy buying new stuff.

I've lost my patience with my son so much lately.  He just seems like he's completely oblivious to any type of etiquette or common sense.  He demands things and doesn't appreciate them when he gets them.  He begged and begged for Minecraft, we (well, Santa) got it for him and he's played it like, twice.  He expects perfection from everyone and everything and becomes irrational when he doesn't get it.  He still interrupts, doesn't use his manners, sometimes he doesn't speak when spoken to...and then he goes to his therapist and pretends everything's fine.  "We haven't fought lately" he says, even if we just had a huge meltdown that morning.  I let him go in to talk to her alone, because I want him to feel free to talk without me sitting right there, but I think I still need to go in there more often.  But when I do, it seems like we don't make any progress and I'm not sure if talking at him about manners and behavior is helping.

I hate the kind of mother I have to be with him.  I hate that I can't be gentle and let him lead the way because with him, if you give him an inch, he takes a mile.  I've had to become a lot more controlling than I want to be.  I didn't want to have to be so firm but he is too headstrong.
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 Sick watch 2013

My throat is on fire again, and I just got my period so naturally I feel like crap.  My son is still under the weather, and my husband felt shitty yesterday and said he fell asleep at the wheel at work today.  Not enough sleep, he said, except we got home at 8 after Christmas with my mom's family and we just stayed up doing each other's presents and then goofing around on the computer.  It's totally in his power to go to bed at 8:00 every night but he doesn't want to.  Can't say I blame him.

I fell asleep on the couch today and my son kept talking to me.  I heard him say "I love you" and I opened my eyes and he said,  "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up.  I was hoping you'd hear it in your dreams."  Aww.

I got some great presents for Christmas.  I know I have a LJ friend who's a big Amanda Palmer/Neil Gaiman fan but I can't remember who it is.  I got their "Night out with" CD.  I like Gaiman, in that I like his DW episodes a lot and I liked Neverwhere, which I read in college because the guy I was dating was a huge Gaiman fan.  I liked the Sandman comics that I read back then, and I've read a couple of his children's and YA books which I enjoy, and I like the speeches he makes when he's just talking about inspiration and just being you and putting yourself out there, but I am not really digging his adult books anymore.  I don't know why, I feel like I don't have the capacity to sit down with it anymore, which is sad.  But I hope I enjoy the CD.


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Dear readers, as always, I wish you all the best, and I just want to reach out and give warm fuzzy hugs to everyone who needs them.  I'm always thinking of you guys, hoping for the best of everything but this is the time of year where I especially want everyone to feel at peace with themselves and with others.  I hope that this calendar year ends with at least a little bit of joy and hope ahead of you--a little something to keep you going.  Remember there is always hope.  This too shall pass, and all that.  

I am just about done wrapping--I forgot about a big bag from Old Navy behind my desk, with some pajama-like clothes for my husband (basically sweats and light, long sleeved shirts).  I have to wrap the mug I got for my mom, make the banana bread for tomorrow, and go buy or make cookies for Santa.  My in-laws took my son for the night and I have no idea when he'll be home, so I'm not really sure what to do.  I think I should have everything to make some chocolate chip cookies.  If we don't have any chocolate chips I'll just smash up some candy bars or something.

The stocking stuff I got for my son doesn't fit in his stocking, so I had to use my big-ass stocking from when I was a kid.  It has my name embroidered on it, LOL.  I'll have to buy him a big stocking for next year.

Well I should go get dressed and start working on that bread.

Merry Christmas, Happy Kwaanzaa, Happy Yule, whatever you all do or don't celebrate, I wish you the best.
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 I guess I spoke too soon.  I had another headache last night, and my husband got sick again. Headache, chills, sweats, etc. He went back to the walk in and they actually gave him abx this time, and said go back on the BRAT diet and take off work until next week.  Maybe if he does it this time he'll get better.  He had to drive himself to the walk in and the grocery store/pharmacy this morning because I wasn't feeling up to it.  Me, I slept most of the day because my husband was up coughing all night and it kept me awake.  My husband watched a lot of tv and now he'll be up until 11 on world of warcraft.  I had to go to Target tonight because I forgot I was supposed to buy snacks for my son's holiday party tomorrow and I also got his teacher a gift card.  

I just finished Ep 1 of TWD season 2.  Man, that was way too short.  I played season 1 all at once, so I'm not happy about having to wait for episodes this time.

My son was upset with me because I sent him to school with a cold.  He says it's worse than a cold, but his energy was good and he had no fever and wasn't pooping or throwing up so I thought he'd be fine.  I told him the nurse would send him home if he was that bad.  I'm glad tomorrow's his last day before vacation though.  He deserves a break.

We finally watched Home Alone tonight.  He's been begging me to let him see it and I saw it was on tv on Monday so I recorded it.  He loved some of the slapstick parts with the bad guys and it was nice to hear him giggle.  He's normally so serious.
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 I told my husband I still need to buy something for one uncle and my mom (and send an amazon e-gift card but that's easy) and he said "Wow, you're really cutting it close!" Well, I'm not really, because there's just under a week before Christmas and I'm done shipping things.  Most years, I'm paying through the nose for next day shipping, praying it all gets there on time, still tracking down addresses, probably still haven't wrapped most of my things. On top of that, I usually have nightmares about having to give away my own possessions as gifts because I waited too long to buy things.  No nightmares about that this year.  

I've wrapped almost everything, except the mugs I got my mom and dad and of course the things I still have to buy.  But that's only 4 presents I have to wrap.  I LOATHE wrapping.  Be prepared for a pun.  I cannot WRAP my head around wrapping presents.  No matter how hard I try, I cut the paper too small, or crooked, and it ends up just a tad too loose, and the ends aren't right, and I've totally gone on ribbon strike for years now and now I just slap on one of those bows with the adhesive on it.  Wrapping presents is up there with ironing and scraping down the sides of a bowl on the list of things my mom tried to teach me that just wouldn't stick.  Yeah, I don't get it either.  It seems to have something to do with fine motor skills.  I give up.

To get an idea of how tragic this was for my mom, she prides herself on some things. Some of them being: looking neatly pressed in her clothes, making wrapped presents look nice, and cooking.  I can imagine her thinking "This is not my child!" when it turned out I was no good at the finer points of these tasks.  I turned out to be a better than average cook, but I still cannot iron, or wrap presents.  My mother used to make her own wrapping paper.  I kid you not.  One of her hobbies was marbling paper and she'd use it to wrap presents.  It was beautiful, but she didn't get it that the person usually didn't care about the wrapping paper.

What is my point with this entry? I don't know, other than the fact that I am feeling better than I have in weeks, my husband is sick and went to bed and I feel just too damn good to go to bed already but it also kind of sucks to be sitting down here alone so I'm trying to keep busy.

Oh! Who watched the OUAT winter finale--I was crying! (I may be getting my period) And how about that character spoiler for next year in the preview? I don't shout at the tv often, but when I do, I say "Are you kidding me?!"


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So, let's go over how I've been over the last couple weeks.  We know that I had my bladder stone procedure on the 4th. I was wicked sensitive and sluggish for a week or so after that but I was up and about the day after, including having a very busy weekend that week.  I felt nasty though and spent a lot of time on the couch.  

A couple days after the procedure, my husband got sick and I mean sick.  Stuff coming out both ends, confined to the bed or couch, sweats and chills, nightmares.  So here I was, still recovering from my thing and all of a sudden I had to take care of him. I took him to his doctor's nurse who happened to be working at the walk in that day, they took a full blood panel and x rays of his chest and everything and it was diagnosed as a virus because they couldn't find anything else wrong.  He was supposed to take off like 5 days from work per nurse's orders but decided he felt better after like 2 days and went back.  Also didn't stick to the BRAT diet as recommended.  

Meanwhile, I had a mild cold but nothing I couldn't handle.  It kind of sucked on top of feeling shitty from the procedure.  A couple days after my husband's nastiness, I got something similar. I had taken a Sudafed that day for congestion.  It helped, but I forgot that I'm mildly allergic to Sudafed and my abdomen was breaking out in an itchy rash.  That evening, long after I'd taken the Sudafed I was drinking a wine spritzer with ginger ale and we watched Breaking Bad.  I started feeling dizzy and decided to go to bed.  That night I dreamed about Breaking Bad for what seemed like all night.  Just over and over, the characters were in my head replaying the episode (and it wasn't even an exciting episode, LOL).  I had the headache from hell and it was spreading down my neck and it was horrible.  It felt like I was lying on concrete and I barely slept.  I almost woke my husband up in the middle of the night to take me to the hospital, but I held off.  In the morning I felt better but had residual pain in my head and my neck still hurt like hell.  That was a couple nights ago.  

Since then I've been taking it easy.  I haven't had much of an appetite since the procedure and my eyes are also wicked dry and sensitive so I can't even really enjoy watching tv or being on the computer.  Last night I played a little bit of TWD season 2 but I wasn't really able to enjoy it and my neck was still killing me so I took some Nyquil and went to bed around 9.  I woke up a couple times during the night, once when my husband came to bed a couple hours after me, and once in the middle of the night and the pain in my neck was gone.

I woke up today and felt so much better.  But guess what! My husband is sick again.  Turns out he could barely function and he had to get our son to help him get dressed and everything because he didn't want to wake me up.  He feels nauseous and poopy but he says he has to go to work because he's on call this week.  I hope he's doing okay.

Meanwhile my son has also has a cold, nothing bad enough to keep him out of school, but he's wicked stuffy and has a sore throat.

Oh yeah, I also had a killer sore throat.  It was weird though, it kept feeling like the pain was moving around.  It was on the left side of my throat and then in the back and it felt like something was stuck there and if I just swallowed enough it would go away so I was swallowing a lot and it didn't help.  Yesterday morning I was so fed up I was crying and I prayed to the powers that be to just take away my sore throat.  And then I took a tablespoon of children's tylenol.  LOL.  I had to go to the grocery store and I found some of my favorite ginger beer there (it's non-alcoholic, it's like ginger ale but actually has real ginger in it and it's pretty strong) and I drank 2 of those yesterday and I picked up some sushi and had that with some miso soup for lunch.  I'm not sure what worked, the praying, the ginger beer, the medicine, or some combination, but my sore throat went away.

So, that's been my life!  I feel so much better today but I'm scared that it's going to come back in some shape or form, especially with my husband being sick again.  Keep that shit away from me!


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