I'm in bed, not because I want to be but because I was told to be. It started with my right side blowing up and causing a whole lot of pain. I looked like I was eight months pregnant without the boobs to show for my efforts. My profile looked like flat long oval pancakes flopped over a beach ball. It resulted in my gallbladder being removed and Hubby in control of ...(gasp in horror) everything.
Firstly I'd like to say I hate jello. Its not really a food is it? Its a hard rubbery lump of coagulated chemicals and food dye. What's even worse than jello, is lime flavoured jello. I like lime in some things, but apparently not my coagulated chemmies and dyes. There is a flavour I have discovered is worse than hard rubbery institutionalized lime jello, it is green apple. It lies wiggling in cubes looking the colour of cow's urine and smelling just as bad. Hubby makes the best jello in normal flavours like cherry and strawberry. I still hate jello.
Hubby is finding out what its like to have be in charge of six dogs, sick wife and household. He is being amazing and I'm not the easiest of patients. They put a manic on bed rest for a week then sent me home with Hubby. I swear they were chuckling. He's trying to find me projects to keep me in bed and constantly monitoring me. That was up until yesterday when Artist babysat then turned the reigns over to Daught who in turn handed them to Miss S and GB. Hubby thought he could relax and play a game of frisbee golf with GB leaving me in the hands of Miss S. It worked at first but then I got the giggles. Of course Miss S gets the giggles which just complicated matters as I'm laughing but hurting from the pain. I was just very thankful that Daught wasn't there or I would be back at the hospital staring at lime jello.
The whole episode was a little hard on the dogs especially the new additions. When I got home from the hospital all six dogs and Smudge were not speaking to me. It was Hubby they wanted. I would like to say that it could have been the hospital smell and the fact that I was in pain so they instinctively stayed away but nope. They wanted Hubby and supper.
Things are settling back to normal...unfortunately for Hubby. The poor man is stepping into my shoes. He is getting a little sick of playing nursemaid. I can hear it in his voice. We will both be happy on Wednesday when I no longer have to stay in bed.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
It's morning, what do you expect?
When you look at a list of ingredients, and it includes additives with numbers, is this a good thing? I mean when your cat attacks Coffee-mate like it's the evil incarnate, does this not imply there is something wrong with it? And why we must add a glutening agent to help the gluten of the processed flour in perogies, is there something wrong with this scene? And why has the Country that makes the plastic bags that we throw into our landfills banned them? Is this not a screaming message? Or is this just all me? Its like there is a big sea of invisible chemicals out there and the Governments financed by the Corporations are saying its up to you to avoid what we do.
I made the mistake of looking up a food additive. All I can say is ignorance is bliss. The less you know the better off you are. I miss the days of Big Macs and Shakey's Pizza. I miss the days of blindly tasting things and not knowing where they came from or how they were farmed. Those days were great. I was ignorantly happy. Yah well, somewhere along the way I became unhappy but healthy and informed. Stupid, stupid me. I ate my first veggie burger to avoid feeling guilty. It was okay but if we go vegetarian, I'm making the veggie patties.
Now there is an up side to all of this. My mother finally threw away her coffee-crap. She was the motivator behind looking up the toxic additives. Then she introduced me to organic cream in my coffee, the Witch. When we tasted organic coffee, it was what convinced us to make the switch to organic, well, the organic cream has only solidified that choice. And I only bought one bottle. What was I thinking?
Mind you, I wasn't. I was in the middle of trying to find my parents in this large store. Now I'm wearing the bright pink jacket so they can see me. But they weren't looking for me. I was looking for them which poses a problem. They are in dark neutral colours. So as I am looking around trying to find my "mommy" I start to head into panic mode. Then the thought that they left me behind because...you know...they are old...hit my mind and the shakes started. I found my mother and told her, next time she is in the bright pink coat so I can find her. When I explained I had been wandering around the store looking for she and Dad she replied, "Oh, you can't see your father, he shrunk. And I knew would find me." I turn back to glance for Dad and she is off again. I'm seriously thinking of getting one of those leashes and harnesses for her. Just to make me feel better. I'd attach it to the cart but she might run me over.
Speaking of running over, Daught announced she had found a new hobby she and some friends are teaming up to do. Roller Derby! The first image that comes to mind is eight thousand dollars worth of teeth being greeted by a steel post. Then she says, "Don't worry Mom, I'll have a mouth guard." Like that makes the image any better. The teeth are now coated in plastic. Of all the sports my daughter would have to show interest in, Roller Derby was one I would not have guessed. Then she informs me that she doesn't think I should go to the meets as I would be a vibrating mess. Now, I am rather hoping this is a talk thing and not a do thing. The talk things are ideas that Daught is exploring and building courage to try. Sometimes it happens sometimes it doesn't. If she follows through and they actually do end up in a rink roller derbying, then I will be one in the corner, as Daught so aptly put, a "vibrating mess" holding a sign saying "A Bomb's Mom. Protect her teeth!"
I made the mistake of looking up a food additive. All I can say is ignorance is bliss. The less you know the better off you are. I miss the days of Big Macs and Shakey's Pizza. I miss the days of blindly tasting things and not knowing where they came from or how they were farmed. Those days were great. I was ignorantly happy. Yah well, somewhere along the way I became unhappy but healthy and informed. Stupid, stupid me. I ate my first veggie burger to avoid feeling guilty. It was okay but if we go vegetarian, I'm making the veggie patties.
Now there is an up side to all of this. My mother finally threw away her coffee-crap. She was the motivator behind looking up the toxic additives. Then she introduced me to organic cream in my coffee, the Witch. When we tasted organic coffee, it was what convinced us to make the switch to organic, well, the organic cream has only solidified that choice. And I only bought one bottle. What was I thinking?
Mind you, I wasn't. I was in the middle of trying to find my parents in this large store. Now I'm wearing the bright pink jacket so they can see me. But they weren't looking for me. I was looking for them which poses a problem. They are in dark neutral colours. So as I am looking around trying to find my "mommy" I start to head into panic mode. Then the thought that they left me behind because...you know...they are old...hit my mind and the shakes started. I found my mother and told her, next time she is in the bright pink coat so I can find her. When I explained I had been wandering around the store looking for she and Dad she replied, "Oh, you can't see your father, he shrunk. And I knew would find me." I turn back to glance for Dad and she is off again. I'm seriously thinking of getting one of those leashes and harnesses for her. Just to make me feel better. I'd attach it to the cart but she might run me over.
Speaking of running over, Daught announced she had found a new hobby she and some friends are teaming up to do. Roller Derby! The first image that comes to mind is eight thousand dollars worth of teeth being greeted by a steel post. Then she says, "Don't worry Mom, I'll have a mouth guard." Like that makes the image any better. The teeth are now coated in plastic. Of all the sports my daughter would have to show interest in, Roller Derby was one I would not have guessed. Then she informs me that she doesn't think I should go to the meets as I would be a vibrating mess. Now, I am rather hoping this is a talk thing and not a do thing. The talk things are ideas that Daught is exploring and building courage to try. Sometimes it happens sometimes it doesn't. If she follows through and they actually do end up in a rink roller derbying, then I will be one in the corner, as Daught so aptly put, a "vibrating mess" holding a sign saying "A Bomb's Mom. Protect her teeth!"
Sunday, March 07, 2010
Quiet Sunday Morning....Not!
It's a beautiful sunny morning promising spring warmth to rid of us the snow. I have a morning coffee that is just the right strength and the clutter of the house reminding me I can't keep ignoring the house work. The four old dogs are snoozing while the two Beagles are rampaging and the kitten has discovered how to fire projectiles down the stairs. My idyllic visions for my Sunday morning as been shredded, growled, snarled and hissed into oblivion. Gone are the quiet mornings replaced by elephants running up and down the stairs. (And that's the cat)
Going for a walk is nothing short of hell. By the time I'm finished, I'm ready for a shower and a nap I'm sweating so much. Taking the Beagles for a walk is like trying to walk seventy pounds of bounce, sniffs, bays and tugs. Thank God the ice is gone now, I didn't need skates with the two of them on leashes. I leaned back and let them pull me. The nice thing is, by summer's end, I will have biceps that Arnold Swartzenager would envy. And they hurt too. Trying to beat an egg yesterday resulted in my taking out the electric beater to scramble it. Didn't spray too badly all over the kitchen but the frying pan is definitely not made to handle electric beaters.
Hubby is happy as the sun is out and days are getting longer. His lighting in the shop is all on solar power. And the road to Solar Hell just got a whole lot longer. I'm nagging him to start a blog so he can explain all the doo-ma-hickey things and the stuff that I can't wrap my head around. All I know, is the amount of saw dust for a box is a lot. Especially when I am the one sweeping it up from the house. He keeps asking me if I want to come out and help.
His father asked his mother that once. Two years later she emerged from the work shop and said that was it. It was about thirty years later when he emerged from the shop. I already warned Hubby, that if his wood shop starts to interfere in things like "Life" then I'll most likely go into a mode and burn it down. Just to make sure he gets the message, I'm not happy with the amount of time spent in the shed. Good thing the man loves me...or its separation anxiety. There is a fine line you know.
Smudge is turning out to be quite the cat. She truly is a "familiar" in every sense of the meaning. No matter what I am doing, she is with me, getting into what ever trouble possible. If I'm baking she is covered in flour, if I am sweeping she is chasing the broom and if I am scrubbing the brush or cloth is great fun to tackle. The neatest thing is, she gives me warning of my bad days. I will wake up to her purring beside me. The first day it happened I didn't take note but when she did it the second and third time I noticed. So on those days she gives me my warning that I'm susceptible to my modes, I work extra hard at containing the triggers. Its been a little easier and Smudge's help is most welcomed. Even if I slip, and a swing hits, Smudge will be around me purring, helping me out of the mode. When I asked above for a little help dealing with stuff, I didn't expect it to be in the form of a little white kitty.
But...I can say for sure that Smudge is an organic kitty. My mother was over for coffee the other day and I brought out her container of Coffee-Mate. I will make it clear here, I do not use the stuff, I do not like the stuff and the only reason why it is in my house is my mother. After she left I hadn't cleared off the table but instead sat down at my lap top. Smudge jumped up on the table and sat down beside my computer. The next thing I knew, was Smudge jumping backwards and hissing with her paws in the air. I watched for what had her started but couldn't contain the laughter when she attacked the Coffee-Mate. She was smacking it on the lid and down the sides. She stepped closer for further inspection with her nose. One sniff and the cat's hackles were up and the hissing followed was short bursts as if she was trying to get it out of her nostrils. It was a good four minutes Smudge let her opinion known. Mom claims it was because the Coffee-Mate was low-fat. But Smudge and I know better.
Going for a walk is nothing short of hell. By the time I'm finished, I'm ready for a shower and a nap I'm sweating so much. Taking the Beagles for a walk is like trying to walk seventy pounds of bounce, sniffs, bays and tugs. Thank God the ice is gone now, I didn't need skates with the two of them on leashes. I leaned back and let them pull me. The nice thing is, by summer's end, I will have biceps that Arnold Swartzenager would envy. And they hurt too. Trying to beat an egg yesterday resulted in my taking out the electric beater to scramble it. Didn't spray too badly all over the kitchen but the frying pan is definitely not made to handle electric beaters.
Hubby is happy as the sun is out and days are getting longer. His lighting in the shop is all on solar power. And the road to Solar Hell just got a whole lot longer. I'm nagging him to start a blog so he can explain all the doo-ma-hickey things and the stuff that I can't wrap my head around. All I know, is the amount of saw dust for a box is a lot. Especially when I am the one sweeping it up from the house. He keeps asking me if I want to come out and help.
His father asked his mother that once. Two years later she emerged from the work shop and said that was it. It was about thirty years later when he emerged from the shop. I already warned Hubby, that if his wood shop starts to interfere in things like "Life" then I'll most likely go into a mode and burn it down. Just to make sure he gets the message, I'm not happy with the amount of time spent in the shed. Good thing the man loves me...or its separation anxiety. There is a fine line you know.
Smudge is turning out to be quite the cat. She truly is a "familiar" in every sense of the meaning. No matter what I am doing, she is with me, getting into what ever trouble possible. If I'm baking she is covered in flour, if I am sweeping she is chasing the broom and if I am scrubbing the brush or cloth is great fun to tackle. The neatest thing is, she gives me warning of my bad days. I will wake up to her purring beside me. The first day it happened I didn't take note but when she did it the second and third time I noticed. So on those days she gives me my warning that I'm susceptible to my modes, I work extra hard at containing the triggers. Its been a little easier and Smudge's help is most welcomed. Even if I slip, and a swing hits, Smudge will be around me purring, helping me out of the mode. When I asked above for a little help dealing with stuff, I didn't expect it to be in the form of a little white kitty.
But...I can say for sure that Smudge is an organic kitty. My mother was over for coffee the other day and I brought out her container of Coffee-Mate. I will make it clear here, I do not use the stuff, I do not like the stuff and the only reason why it is in my house is my mother. After she left I hadn't cleared off the table but instead sat down at my lap top. Smudge jumped up on the table and sat down beside my computer. The next thing I knew, was Smudge jumping backwards and hissing with her paws in the air. I watched for what had her started but couldn't contain the laughter when she attacked the Coffee-Mate. She was smacking it on the lid and down the sides. She stepped closer for further inspection with her nose. One sniff and the cat's hackles were up and the hissing followed was short bursts as if she was trying to get it out of her nostrils. It was a good four minutes Smudge let her opinion known. Mom claims it was because the Coffee-Mate was low-fat. But Smudge and I know better.
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