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24 August 2008 By Leave a Comment

So Michael did some shading on my arm today. I have really bad wrists – just tattooing over the nerves and tendons fucks them up, as well as makes my entire hand do some funny things. Well, he hit the magic spot today! I jerked my arm back (something he said no one has ever done) because I felt what felt like a jolt of electricity down my thumb! Normally I keep pretty still on those areas, I’ve never had a reaction to it like that!

So after letting me settle down (I was almost in tears, it really scared me because everything I do involves my hands in one way or another and what if this was fucking me up worse, you know?) we got back to work and just avoided that area.

He did some work near it, and it was similar, but not same. Not as bad as that actual spot anyway. Crazy!!

We’ll take photos tonight after I uncover and wash up.

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food is good.

28 May 2008 By Leave a Comment

I just placed my order with Delicious Organics (http://deliciousorganics.com) for next Wednesday. I stopped ordering from them for a while because my last order was seriously botched (and fixed in the same day, but botched just the same). I got goodness. They’ve started selling (at a discount) over-ripe product, past date items and damaged package items. I took advantage. Some of it I wont buy unless I can see it, so it limits me, but I got a bunch of good stuff for less than usual.

Mini Heirloom Tomatoes, COLORFUL!, (FLORIDA), per pint container : 1.00
Pink Lady ® Brand Apples, 3 lb bag : 1.00
Valencia Oranges, (FLORIDA), 4 lb bag : 1.00
Ginger, Crystallized Ginger, Organic, 4oz box, The Ginger People (#734027920019): 1.00
Chard, RED Chard, (California) bunch : 2.00
Heirloom Lettuce, (different kinds), Earthbound Farms : 3.00
Yellow, Orange or Red Peppers, some WRINKLES, Large Colorful Bell Pepper, per lb : 3.00
Russian Banana Fingerling Potatoes, 1.5 lb : 2.00
Turnip, some brown spots DISCOUNTED, each : 2.00
Fruit & Veggie Box $75 : 1.00 <-- this is a variety of "stuff that looks good" when it packed up, so it's produce surprise box, I love getting this!
Apple Cider, 64oz, Organic, Zeigler : 1.00
Dog Biscuits, Peanut Butter, 21oz, Mr. Pugsley, DATED 7>

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It’s been a few days

27 December 2006 By 1 Comment

I am still waiting on my yarn, and I ordered a couple of 16″ circs to start on the Picky Pants pattern from Little Turtle Knits. I am waiting on my kookaburra wash so I can wash and re-lanolize E’s diaper covers. I feel like I am waiting on everything sometimes!

We had a productive meeting with D’s teachers this morning. We mentioned the Jewish/not-Jewish thing (and plenty of kids there don’t live in kosher households/aren’t orthodox, so I wonder where this mess is coming from, hm?), and about the fighting game (I haven’t mentioned that on here, I don’t think, basically he got hit in the cheek/eye playing what was essentially fighting), and his speech development, and some other stuff. He is very active in class, he is included in things. He is often with the older/bigger kids (he’s pretty big himself) and has made a place for himself. He is quite often with the “leader” kids, so yay! Not that being a leader over a follower is a problem or desired but I don’t want him to be a follower who gets left behind, either. So it was all good stuff.

We briefly spoke with M’s teacher, she said he doesn’t clean up well, but we mentioned that he has to have thing “just so” at home, or he freaks out. He is very schedule, this this this this oriented. She said he isn’t so much like that at school. So I am back to square one as far as wanting him evaluated for any potential problems. I don’t really think there is anything “wrong” with him, but some of his behaviours are so odd sometimes. I am still wavering between wanting him checked out and passing it off as being four. D wasn’t like that, but C is nothing like D anyway, and all kids are different. I think maternal worry will win out on this one, and I will get my ass in gear and call our pediatrician.

We wer rear-ended Christmas day coming home from Swap Shop. Michael, myself, my dad and E were in the car. E slept through it. There was no damage, and no one was hurt, so we just left after everyone agreed everything was ok. I went out and purchased a new carseat for D (he was in a backless booster because I gave M his full chair b/c M’s got messed up) so he is back in a full seat booster, but using the belt, not the  point harness. I couldn’t find a harness for his size and weight, they all say to use the belt, so it’s a good meeting point for us. M said he doesn’t need a new seat right now. Thank goodness, they’re expensive! Because it wasn’t a damaging hit, and because nothing was damaged on E’s seat, we are not replacing it either.

What else has been going on? I don’t know. My kids had the Florida pre-paid college thing purchased for them. What a fantastic gift! All three have four years of tuition paid for at any Florida state university. Michael and Sara also got this (they got it for their B’Nai Mitzvot) and let me tell you, it is such a weight off of our shoulders. The core classes are paid for, room and board is not, and books are not (and other supplies) but the big bucks are shelled out on the tuition itself, so yay!

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grumble grumble

2 September 2005 By Leave a Comment

she did not have her surgery today. she did call me and makem e pick her up, and put me in a pissy mood. they’re contageous you know. then she had the audacity to yell at me. so i told her something to the effect of “you can take your ass upstairs to your room and be in a bad mood, don’t do it in the family room.” she shut up.

sara pitched a fit over having to clean her own room. because everyone else’s stuff is in there. so i went in, got some books of mine out, asked what else was there (the books, by the way, were on a book shelf, were mine when i was a child, and when they took the bookshelf out, did not bother to tell me, were strewn about the floor and damaged.) and she said “i don’t know. there’s some baby clothes under here, and other stuff…” i told her to put her clothes away (that i put in there when i cleaned yesterday) and she proceeded to whine that they don’t fit. uh uh sweetheart. i went through those clothes, got rid of everything small and they all fit. so she whines some more. i told her when she had something tangible that was mine for me to remove, i would. oh, her bed, is partially in the living, dining and family rooms. that is what sparked this.

we (michael) applied for a loan yesterday, the application for an application went through, so it will be mailed to us to finish the application process. hopefully it will be approved. it will pay off all our credit debt, the payment will be half of what we pay per month, and whats left we can either put away, put towards the loan, or put towards the van. let’s just hope we get the loan! it’s through navy federal, so there is a good chance we will, his account has been in good standing (if not small) for 14 years.

we need to move. i am getting butterflies. michael keeps bringing up that we wont have any source of income upon moving, which worries me. we have credit debt (or loan debt, if that goes through) and the van, insurance, utilities, food, and probably housing once we find a place. i have a dream of opening a gallery/shop. i really, trully think it will work. i am passionate about something again. i enjoy crafting. i keep telling myself i enjoy knitting (i do, it just *hurts* and i over do it, and then i can’t for a while… viscious cycle) but i lost my passion. this is it. i want to throw myself heart and soul into a shop of our own. i want him to enjoy going to work, because it’s his. i want to showcase local art, or bring new artists in. i want it to take off and be someplace important.

went out this morning and bought a new filter for the fridge, while we were there i checked out clothes. nothing for me, but mega sale on kids stuff, so eshiva got some shirts, and so did chai. dorian is out of toddlers, and his size was not clearanced. went to party city and got invitations. went to albertsons to order a cupcake cake. spiderman, of course. went to holiday springs and put a deposit down on a party for 30 kids. fun stuff.

got a check for some work i’ve been doing. that feels good. it’s not a huge check, but i earned it. i got business cards out there, so hopefully more work will come my way.

been drinking oodles of green iced tea. maybe it will keep me full, kick start my metabolism, and i’ll drop some weight. i’ve gained about 5 pounds in the past few weeks. it’s not alot, but i feel like it shows. i’ve not outgrown anything, but it fits differently. i need to excersize. thank gods i like to eat, if not, i might be a skeleton.

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For those of you following my D drama and weekend update

31 August 2004 By

and I took D to school this morning. We got there a bit late, (a few minutes) and took him into the room. I had to pick him up and carry him in *sigh*

Anyway, he cried and we walked around and looked at what they had there. He saw the fish, and the cars, and the blocks, and in the back room he saw the calendar and sign language poster and paints and glue and markers and all. He calmed down enough I felt all right leaving him, and I tried to put him down and he freaked the fuck out. One of the teachers took him, and he was grabbing at me and it absolutely broke my heart BUT because he was calming down prior to someone else touching him, I left.

Around 9.40 she called me (there were about 13 – 15 kids I saw and 3 teachers, so the one teacher did have the time to spend on him, which made me feel much better) and said he helped set up snack and then went to gym (which consists of gong to the playground, the gym is an unfinished cinderblock building out back lol) and was not crying or whining. Oh, at 9.25 I called my mom to please go tell them he cannot have apple juice with snack (the school had something like 40 gallons donated) and thankfully she sent someone down right away. That could have been a mess! (D loves apple juice and can have any other apple product, but plain apple juice and apple cider make his stomach cramp and give him the runs, even if it’s just a couple of ounces of it.)I have got to find some kosher juice to send with him and/or send for the whole class so he isn’t the odd man out. He has water with lunch and snack.

At lunch time my mom went down to see how he was, and he was finishing eating. He whine he wanted to go home, and she said “Ok, but you have to finish your lunch first” so he said ok and went back to eating. She left the room. He called me at about 20 to 4 and was a bit upset I didn’t pick him up, but I just had to remind him that daddy has the car at work (not to mention I can’t find my glasses and can’t drive anyway). So mom will drop him off here around 5 or so (the twins don’t get out till 4.30)

We will wake up early as fuck again tomorrow to take him, hopefully on time. I might just have my mom pick him up here. I haven’t decided yet. I think us taking him made it drag out a bit longer, but I also think it helped that he knew we knew where he was and we reassured him that if there was a problem, someone would bring him home (someone being me, Fish, my mom or my dad). Maybe we will take him all this week and have my mom take him starting next week.

Um.. Monday we got a storage unit and moved some boxes. We’ll move more tomorrow morning and just about every Monday. Need to move some un-used furniture as well. You know, like the kitchen table and chairs we use as shelving. And the coffee table we never quite finished, and are now planning on something totally different with. That’s been sitting on it’s side. And the carpet. You know, stuff like that.

There’s a woman on my pregnancy group who is having the AFP test done to rule out birth defects. Good, that’s what it’s for, BUT she has outright said if it comes back positive she will abort (late stage abortion). I am even ok with the abortion. I am so not ok with the reasoning though. She says she can’t “deal with” a “damaged” child. I know I am just taking it personally, but….. there are women on that group who has disabled children, and I think it was really insensitive to say. I am glad she would abort. One less “less than perfect” child who is made a ward of the state (do people still use that phrase? You know, people besides me?). It still does not excuse in my mind that someone is so heartless as to reject their own flesh and blood because it isn’t perfect. I mean, what if the baby is fine according to the tests, but has an accident at birth like E did? You can’t have an abortion once the birth has taken place. By then it’s murder. I guess… with all this modern medical equipment, people just take the easy way out. I get that it isn’t an easy decision to make, or to live with, but it isn’t a reason at a
ll to me.

I attempted to make soup yesterday. I made pasta salad with beans and potatoes in it. Fish took some to work to have with some red sauce. I can make a cake from scratch (you know, without a mix) but I can’t make a damn pot of soup, even when I buy the broth. Shame on me. he turkey soup a few years ago was a mess. Tried veggie soup a few months ago, that was just tasteless. It didn’t seem to matter how much herbs & spices I added, it smelled delicious and tasted like nothing.

I am now about 15 weeks from conception (or 17 weeks how the docs count) so that means I am almost halfway done baking this baby. I still don’t feel pregnant many days, haven’t bonded at all. I think by now I was fairly sure C was a boy. *shrugs* I dunno. Maybe there is just a lot of other things going on.

Speaking of, C had a blast in the class room today. Mom suggested maybe sending him come January (so I have time for the baby in Feb). I doubt it, but he definately took right off. I was comforting D and looked up to see C and he was gone lol He went across the room to see the fish or something. We did peek into the 2 y/o room, but they all looked so big compared to him! I think kids in daycare (and I am sorry, put it in a school, it’s still daycare at that age) grow up faster. My baby is still a baby. He knows a lot. He does a lot. But he isn’t a kid yet, you know? D is a kid. C is still my baby.

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