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Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Reminder: Pattie invited you to join Facebook...
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Updates
In June, I had a 4.3 cm cyst on the left side that pushed back try #5. My back deck and screend in floor needs replacing. My backyard is sinking again in new and old places. Maybe I should just move. I made a 90 on my 1st college test after 11 years out of school. Somehow I am responsible for moving our entire office to our new temporary digs while coraling 3 student workers. Rosie will not stop scratching. Started attending a writing workshop, where I have not offered anything because I don't have anything to offer. But it's interesting to hear others. Learned Thursday that the cyst has grown to 5.5 cm. Surgery is sure to follow.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Dead at 55 is Always 55
Today would have been my father's 70th birthday. Would have been. Not is. Weird. Just because you die, does that mean you no longer have a birthday? People start saying "He was born on June 3, 1939." No more birthdays. :( No matter what age people die, you usually always think of them as their age when they died. I think of my cousin, Chance, who died in the Spring of his senior year of high school. He was and is 18. If he were alive today, he would be turning 34 this year - 3 days after I'm turning 35. My idea of him hasn't changed over the years. I don't think of him as an adult, with a family, a home of his own. He's somewhere, always 18. My father was 55 when he died. I still think of him as 55.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Still No Hopes Up
The cramping that started last Friday isn't there today, so far. All day yesterday I waited for my period to start and around 7:30 last night there was a little color. This morning there was hardly anything, but what was there was brownish rather than reddish. But I've gone through this same thing before - and had more signs then I've had in the past few weeks. I've only been tired and have had no other signs. So still not getting my hopes up for this cycle. I will test tomorrow and probably again at the end of the week.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Why Oh Why Do I Do These Things?
For some reason I decided, last week, to host a Pampered Chef party. I have 12 people coming today. In my tiny, galley of a kitchen home. How are these people going to fit?!!
I live alone. I rarely have visitors, so I live like I want to. I'm not saying that I'm dirty. I'm a little bit of a pack rat, I have a lot of furniture, a backlog of magazines to read and stacks of books everywhere. Add to that 2 dogs who think I'm living in their house, not the other way around. And while I know that people live in smaller homes, this is the smallest house that I've ever lived in and I'm still adjusting. This is also the first house that I've ever bought, so I'm also adjusting to that. It's mine (insert required statement about the bank and 30 years). I can do pretty much whatever I want. The worse thing, according to my mother, is that nothing really matches. Not even my sheets - something that she mentions every time she's here. They do match - just not the same pattern.
I think its more interesting when things don't match match.
I've dusted and cleaned the house to within an inch of its life. (I've never understood that saying. What exactly does it mean?!)
Almost everyone coming today knows that I'm try for baby. I don't have a problem telling the others. Only Calla and Bobbie have been here to see that I've actually started on a baby's room. The rest of the might think that I'm a little crazy (ok, Calla and Bobbie might think that as well), but for me its a source of continued inspiration of who and what might be. I guess you could call it my brand of homemade support.
On another subject, I've decided to take a summer class - World Literature I. Which I'm sure I will enjoy, but I've also decided that I'm a little crazy. Do you know how long its been since I've been in a regular classroom and been there to learn something and ace the class? I'm a little freaked out about it.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
It's Been a Week Now
It's been a week now since the IUI. I'm not hopeful for this try. I haven't had any of the early signs or, for that matter, what I've felt in the past. What more can I say?
I've Been Growing Mosquitos for at Least 2 Weeks
Yesterday, while on the phone, I happened to glance outside and noticed a pool of water that obviously had more water flowing into it. Crap. I went outside to the front yard and about half way in, sank almost to my ankles in muck. Called my mother (because who else are you supposed to call!??), called my uncle (the only family male that I can claim that would know what to do). He walked me through turning the water off at the street - but I had to go buy the "doohickey" tool (his words) to be able to do it. Off to Lowe's I went, lipsticked, mud and gunk splattered. Dear Lowe's Corporate office: Please train your floor staff - especially the young good looking ones. That's all I'm going to say.
I got home with the "doohickey" tool but couldn't budge the water turner offer thing. Fortunately, the guy that cut my grass two weeks ago was down the street cutting a neighbors grass. He graciously came over to help out. Turns out that he couldn't turn the water turner offer thing either. But thankfully he knew that there was another turner offer thing on the other side. Who knew?! Dear Uncle failed to inform me of that one. Boo.
Grass cutting guy also figured out where the water was coming from and even started the hole that now is in my front yard. Nice guy. He said that he noticed a spot of soggy ground two weeks ago when he cut the grass. And told me in the email that had the bill. Oops. Didn't read that part.
This hole is much smaller than the one that I envisioned all night long, waterless. Whew.
Here's a close up.
Years before I was in the house, someone installed one sprinkler head in the front yard. That's the pipe that at the top left. A tree root has grown, as they are known to do. That's that huge thing between the pipes. Before the surgery to sever the pipes, the pipe at the top left connected to the pipe at the bottom. That pipe in the middle - not a clue what that's for. Stumped.
Here's the puppy girls, wishing they were outside in the muck too.
Monday, May 25, 2009
A Budding Photographer
We gave this guy, my cousin Erick, a disposable camera...these are his pictures.
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