tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78640919683643210972012-01-22T20:05:00.192-07:00Flying Monkeyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10201706440467984875noreply@blogger.comBlogger4111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864091968364321097.post-3813943766918135682012-01-22T15:29:00.005-07:002012-01-22T18:47:32.192-07:00

Oh what the hell, might as well put it out there. It's what's really been going on in my head.Too many times over the last several months I've found myself standing over the edge of a dark chasm. My toes hang over the cliff's edge, my body feels like it's swaying in answer to the pull of the darkness that lies before me.Silent. Still. Darkness.Each time I have managed to step back, turn my back

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I've gotten into a bad habit of posting about something I'm feeling in the moment and deleting it or hiding it. I think it's fear that the person or persons that might be involved in the often times inflamed and sometimes irrational emotion that I'm spiralling through...or what if someone who isn't involved reads it and thinks they are? And what if they read it, involved or not, and think I'm

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I'm avoiding cleaning...I'm avoiding a lot of things actually but cleaning is the immediate avoidance.I was going to look for the images of my surgery and write up a post about it because as I move further away from it the memory gets hazy. No worries, I have another one coming up next month. I'm sure it will be much the same.I'm going to keep avoiding for a while longer today. : )

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The word makes me bristle. The hairs on my neck stand on end and my hands fly up to swat the word away lest it become attached to me and burrow into my identity in some fashion. Manipulative.The word was spoken by a friend at a party and my response to it was the basis of my therapy session today because honestly, as much as I'm sitting in the knowledge that my dad is dying, that his days are

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That's how I looked but I got my giggly legs moving at speeds of 22.4 mph, averaging 17.12mph for a 30 minute level 6 (I think it goes to 20 so that's not so awesome but I'm only supposed to be at a 5 so don't tell my physical therapist I went rogue...please...thank you) ride today. I hate the recumbent bike but it's what I've got for now. I had to fight the temptation to stand up several times.

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I'm starting out the new year spinning about the last one. Nice. Go me!I'm heading to the gym. Going to ride that stupid recumbent bike and try to swim a few laps if it isn't too crowded from all the thisismyyear! gym goers. I was one last year so I don't begrudge them, we all start somewhere.I need to sit down and write a long ass post about my impingement and the surgery. I'm a week of my

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There is so much shit in my head right now. Maybe when we get home I'll find time to blog about the relatively meaningless crap weighing on my mind.

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So...there used to be a playlist on here but I took it down. While I found it mildly amusing that someone replaced one of the songs I had in a player with a song that said something to the effect of"women are stupid in the house of god" (if that's not what you said then speak clearer) it also annoyed me. Moving on...

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I'm by no means a photographer nor I do not fancy myself as one. I have an entry level DSLR and I barely know how to use it. My friend Amanda over at Stitch to Stitch is starting this challenge in January and I thought I'd play along. We'll see how it goes.

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It looks like I'd have to buy a domain name then buy a fancy template that I probably wouldn't know how to play with and let's face it, I just don't post anything amazing enough to warrant that kind of cast. So...I'm going to transfer my WP posts over here and back log them.You can skip whatever you want to skip but since this was my original blog, this feels like home and if people I'm not

Flying Monkeyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10201706440467984875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864091968364321097.post-77975668553160428372011-12-01T11:37:00.002-07:002011-12-01T11:38:31.348-07:00

Does anyone know how you can create pages that allow individual posts? I want to combine my "activities" blog with this one and go back to just one blog. Any suggestions how to do that?

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I had to save my last 2 posts as drafts. I'm not sure who's been told and who's still reading this blog. I'll open them back up after I have more info.

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Liver cancer. 3 cm tumor. Transplant is the best option...but you have to be able to prove you can pay for it. No insurance and 58 so no chance at SSI or Medicare. Last time I checked none of us had $300,000-500,000 in our pocket to pay for it. Fuck. Well, for all those who said you wouldn't get denied treatment in this country for a life threatening illness we'll see if you're correct. My

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Last week we found out my dad most likely has liver cancer. The official biopsy results are back but we won't have them until Monday. He says he's at peace with it if it is cancer. But he never uses the word cancer. It. The big C. The thing they're looking for. I imagine there are moments when he is at peace with it but I haven't seen a lot of that in his face in the few days he's been here.I

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I'm not really amused but if I fake it maybe I'll make.I'm waiting for my midterm to go online so I can get it out of the way. I'm unplugged from Face.book because...because that's never a bad idea. My phone is off because I'm just not coping well and honestly who needs to know what's in my head? Sweet Jesus, I wish I didn't.Did you know they are going to shave down my femoral head and the socket

Flying Monkeyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10201706440467984875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864091968364321097.post-46220140277306338262011-09-20T14:05:00.003-06:002011-10-10T09:09:52.020-06:00

I've been all over the place with different blogs and spaces and I'm not sure where to go where I feel truly safe but there really isn't anywhere that is truly safe is there? Speaking off I was pretty sure I shut this sucker down but I could find it and I had visitors to it since I've been absent. Weird.What's new? I lost 50 pounds since last October. And I did a bunch of shit that involved my

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I disappeared again. I'm sorry for not telling you how it went. I finished in 1:31:52. I made up time on the bike leg that I lost on the run leg because I haven't been doing any hills in my training. I still haven't. Oops. You can click over to the other place if you want to read the details.I'll be back hopefully in the next day or so. I'm having a crisis of faith or lack of faith or feeling

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I don't know if any of you visit at the other place or if you're even still here. I'm trying not to throw up today. I'm trying not to talk myself out of what I've committed myself to. I'm trying to find a tiny mustard seed of faith in myself. I don't want to look like a giant doofus tomorrow when I line up to swim and take my 20 minutes on the 700 yards that supposed to take me 14 to do. I'm

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On my mind but none of them really seem like they are worth blogging about. I mean, how can I really complain about anything when there are earthquakes and tsunamis and wars raging? Hey, I'm an emotional mess. Yep, that totally registers on the scale of All Things That Suck.I almost invited a stranger to dinner the other day. Technically it would have been 2 since he was with a buddy at WinCo.

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My karma is off. I came home to a neon green delivery confirmation sticker on my front porch. The Sprout has a birthday soon. Does this mean I'm already in hell?

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A couple of recurring themes have come up in the last couple of weeks that have made me question if you really ever get unstuck.I will come back this weekend and explain but for now I wanted those who are still hanging around to know that I still think about this space and the people who visit it.

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I realized I had written almost the same exact post within the last year. It just keeps coming around. I wonder when I'll let it go?

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I'm neglecting this blog. *run on sentence alert* I've been "training" so I post over at the other blog but then the other day I posted a minor vent at the other blog that really belonged on this blog so I went back and deleted it and really I should have posted it here but I didn't. The other blog is open to anyone who knows me, I don't share the link to this one with anyone. Not many people

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Those are the kind of blog posts I created this morning in my head. Unfortunately, well not really because I enjoyed it and it made what was happening in my mouth a mere annoyance, copious amounts of nitrous was being pumped up my nasal passages and I can not remember a single thought provoking or belly laugh inducing post to share. Four and a half hours split between 2 different dental chairs

Flying Monkeyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10201706440467984875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864091968364321097.post-48471084107393904112011-01-16T13:04:00.004-07:002011-01-16T13:09:10.679-07:00

I started a blog for rants and updates on my training. What? That sounds weird. All that crap I expect to do this summer requires me to do something before hand, how obnoxious is that? I decided to separate it from here just in case not everyone here wants to hear about that.It's anunherdedturtle.wordpress.com.If I can get Tank and Jack to stand still for more than a millisecond I'll try to

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I almost puked in spinning class today. Maybe I should wait a little longer before I "go big", it was my first class after all.The "worst" part was anxiety of thinking an empty stomach puke was coming. I told you there'd be ew involved. : )

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Jack is a year and a half, Tank is 7 weeks.Potty training is hard. Kennel training is hard. Puppy teeth are sharp. Watching our 100+ pound clumsy dog instantly become a gentle giant...awesome!

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I was going to post that not really big, big post but decided to scrap it. I don't want to carry the negatives of 2010 into 2011. I'm not saying I won't think about them, I'm just saying I don't want carry it with me in my ginormous guilt backpack that weighs me down. It's time I started to discard some of the older items taking up space in there. There are some things that occurred on 2010 that

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I've been working, both in my mind and on the computer, on a post for a couple of weeks. It's not that long but it is that long. Ummmm...what? You'll see in a couple of days.Anyway, a quick update. The reveal happened on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas Day because there was NO WAY that the puppy was going to go undetected. He had just been ripped from his mom and siblings after all, so a butt

Flying Monkeyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10201706440467984875noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864091968364321097.post-4328406223396667552010-12-13T10:23:00.003-07:002010-12-13T10:46:44.871-07:00

Meet Boba Fett. I'm not sure if the name will stick or not. We pick him up Christmas Eve, get him inspected and injected at the vet then try to hide him until the next morning. The problem he's going to be at the absolute earliest age you can remove them from their moms. I predict some needed attention and a Christmas Eve unveiling.The Sprout was asked what he would name a puppy. He talked about

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That's pretty much how my first attempt at a plank turned out today.I wanted to stay in bed and sleep this stupid cold off but I got up and went to the gym this evening. While I pedaled away 3.8 miles in my 15 minute warm up someone in my general vicinity was making the air flammable. Thanks for that.Running tomorrow is going to hurt. I better stretch before bed.I'm trying to talk my running

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I had some totally awesome opening line to start this random blog post with. I thought of it while I was in the shower after the gym last night. I forgot it. Rest assured, it WAS awesomely funny.The Turkey Trot came and the Turkey Trot went. The night before we had a wind chill advisory of -45. Yep. That says NEGATIVE 45!! No one wanted to be the one to say we weren't going to do it. My running

Flying Monkeyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10201706440467984875noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864091968364321097.post-78662331303331414872010-11-05T10:15:00.003-06:002010-11-05T10:22:23.538-06:00

I took a lot, be prepared for more. It seems buildings, ornamentation and streets were my favorites. Who knows what that's about?

Flying Monkeyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10201706440467984875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864091968364321097.post-11897130901888418712010-11-04T15:50:00.006-06:002010-11-04T18:32:09.970-06:00

I pretty sure I have something to say but it's stuck in the wrinkles of my 3 pound...eh...it's probably less because of all the...nevermind...my 3 pound brain. Maybe they should just take it out since I rarely use it anyway and WHOO, that'd be an easy 3 pounds lost! Three pounds is definitely generous.Instead I'll say this then post some pictures. We decided to run around the river today.

Flying Monkeyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10201706440467984875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864091968364321097.post-60557537439521523792010-10-28T09:54:00.003-06:002010-10-28T10:02:59.721-06:00

I laced up and went. Day 2 of Week 6 looks like this: Run 1 mile (or 10 mintues), Walk 1/4 mile (or 2 minutes), Run 1 mile (or 10 minutes). That's great and all, other than I don't run a 10 minute mile, but I forgot to look before I left. So I guessed and I ran 1 mile and it felt pretty good. Then I walked 1/2 mile, eh...kind of a cheat. My second mile required 2 - 1 minute walks after the 1/2

Flying Monkeyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10201706440467984875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864091968364321097.post-21263271091352198142010-10-27T18:35:00.003-06:002010-10-27T18:40:33.714-06:00

About food that I just can't get a handle on. I ate way too much today. Enough junk to feed 2 large families. I knew when I was buying the giant Milka bar it would end badly, deliciously awful.I told my running partner I wasn't feeling well today, really I'm not. I think I caught a cold from the sporadically masked man who sat a seat over from me on the return flight. We're rescheduling for this

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I couldn't set my internal clock to London time so I quit trying.I have to sit down and write up some posts on what we did and how it went but for now I want to say WTF about the fact I walked my ass off missed a meal almost every day, sometimes 2, and still gained 3 pounds on this trip! Stupid delicious meat and ale pies. I tried Indian food for the first time too...love.I'll be back. I've got

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I will be waking up in 5 hours to get ready for my excursion over seas. I'm looking forward to my 6+ hours in the Den.ver airport.I feel like puking.I feel like crying.I feel out of control.I suppose it's a good thing I leave first or I might not be going at all.

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My sister in-law sent an email to an address that has my name in but was intended for my husband. We share an address because I check it. I didn't know it was intended for him solely because it's title had something to do with scout popcorn sales. She asked if he was concerned about the raising of the security level. Only she said "you" and I didn't know it was just for him so I guess that means

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Tell me about your life.Inappropriate joke. Tear. Inappropriate joke. Awkward questions. More jokes. Held my breath. Another joke. Sigh...You're depressed. And have some anxiety issues.To myself...no shit.Out loud...I have anxiety about taking medications that deal with anxiety and depression because I took one once that spun me up and my friend killed himself 7 days after starting a new med

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Today is the eval by the shrink at the clinic to see what kind of antidepressants he would recommend. (And to see if he'll give me some drugs for the plane.) What if he tells me I really am crazy?After that it's on to Day 2 of Week 4, which is a repeat of Monday. Next week they start mixing it up until Week 7 when you start running a solid chunk each time.

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Today is Week 4 Day 1. It looks like this...Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)Walk 1/4 mile (or 2-1/2 minutes)Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)I'm going for distance (but not speed) but 5 minutes at a time? My heart just exploded.****I survived though barely. I really really had to will myself

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Makes me think of Conan. I miss him. He's going to be TBS soon right? I don't know if I'll watch, I watch too much TV as it is. Oh, what's another hour of brain cell massacre?I started this thing called fatbet about a month ago. The goal was to lose 22 pounds by my birthday. FAIL. Well, I still have until around Turkey Day for it to be a complete fail but it's not going well.I guess it's not a

Flying Monkeyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10201706440467984875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864091968364321097.post-83346546145525863492010-10-02T22:30:00.012-06:002010-10-02T22:31:01.756-06:00

Day 7 - I kind of slid off the rails over the weekend. Hopefully I can get back on track today.I went to physical therapy for my ankle today and walked out with a series of stretches for my hips as well and the name of a doctor in town who does hip resurfacing. Something to think about. I might not even be a candidate but it never hurts to check it out.She said I could keep up the running, the

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Today is supposed to be Day 3 of Week 2 but that trophy will go to tomorrow.I had an anxiety attack last night. I'm tired.The podiatrist said that I don't necessarily have to give up my running or cardio but I shouldn't do any weight training that requires me to use my ankles to heave large weights. Which is what I'm doing when I'm running but anyway, we made a compromise. I promised to stop if

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My ankles gave to me 4 levels of painAdd a pinch of swelling2 whining kneesAnd a hip that is throwing a huge fit!But the main reason I'm not going in today is that there was a minor explosion in our house last night. Some wires touched and melted and there was a pop and spark and I laid on the couch paranoid that we were going to burn down. The electrician came and fixed the issue, which required

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I'm trying to get used to waking early. Even when Goob was going to public school we woke up at the last minute that would enable us to eat, get dressed and get there on time. This is day 3 of waking early and I'm dragging ass. And I'm sure the boys would tell you Irritable.Since stopping the met.formin and the Pri.losec, my muscle spasms have decreased to where I almost feel normal. I am

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I woke up way too early. Early for me anyway but I fought going back to sleep.I went to the gym to lift weights. Brought my i.Pod, notebook and a pen. Lost my pen part way through. For a moment "Screw it! I'm going home." popped into my head but then like a big dork I whipped out my black.berry and started an email to myself with all of my machine settings. I made sure to lock the keypad every

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I told Macho this morning I'm not compromising on my gym time. I will go 5 days a week and he will help me find a way if things are out of their usual alignment. He's okay with that. For now. Things are in alignment.I know I'm going to start my period any day. I'm so excited. I'm so crampy. I'm so not motivated.I copied down the Day 1 of Week 2 of the Couch to 5K program. I figured out what time

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I hate it when I have the momentum to post only to get interrupted and when I come back to the post the train has left the station. Choo choo!I have a headache and a bloody nose today. Ew. I think it's from the dryness. Or God that likes to feck with me. Either works and both suck. Eh. Whaddaya gonna do?

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I was sleeping until I woke of freaking out about trip. Now I'm not. Tons of 'what if''s. Tons of fears. My brain went into panic mode, my heart rate met it there. I'm not sure how I can make it through this. It feels stupid to be so worked up but here I am.

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My therapist recommended I try some medication to give me a little boost in digging out of this hole. She's been suggesting it for a while, I've been refusing. Today I called the psychiatrist in their office on her recommendation and made an appointment to discuss it. Whether or not I walk out with a script will be determined at that time. I'm unsure.Whether or not it was a factor, R started

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On my way to play racquetball...hang on I'm laughing at the image. Sidetrack...Often when 'playing' my upper body screams run and my lower body cocks it's head to the side, crinkles up its lip to its nose and says 'eh, maybe later'. Today my partner said it was like watching the Nutcracker of racquetball with all my leaps. At least she sees I'm trying.Anyway, the little red light flashed on my

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I'm trying to decide if I want to add posts about my diet attempts to this blog anymore or if I want to create another one. You've watched me start and fail repeatedly over the last 2 years, do want to keep watching or do you want me to take it elsewhere?

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Twice this week I received emails from well meaning individuals about how I'm approaching my salvation. Both started off with a disclaimer that they meant not to offend and both proceeded to do that very thing. In a big fat purple elephant kind of way.Perhaps my skin is too thin on these matters.

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We went to the fair over the weekend. Really it was Monday but that was part of the 3 day weekend so it counts as the weekend. I really dislike the fair. I love the idea of the fair until I get in the gate see that there are people there. Shocker right? And they rub up against me and stop in the middle of the only point of discernible movement in the crowd. Oh! The coughing and sneezing in my

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Next month I'm jumping the pond...is that how you say it?I'm going to a little town about 50 miles from London with my husband.He has a conference, I'll be having panic attacks.I still have about 40 days to go I've already started crying thinking about all the "what if"s. My heart, it feels like it's going to implode.I need medication.

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Macho just walked in with a job posting for a 3 year stint in Vienna. I told him that I don't want to talk about it until he comes to me with an offer. Inside I'm spinning.If he gets an offer how could I say no to this opportunity?I'm scared. It's paralyzing. I need to stop living in fear.I'm scared about something that might not happen so all this energy will be wasted.

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We went camping again last weekend. We had a fantastic time in one of the more beautiful parts of our state, we live in the dry inland desert part of our state. My sinuses love it here.When we pulled in the first day it was gorgeous. A slightly breezy day that planted warming sun kisses on your cheeks. That night it all went to hell, if hell is an Antarctica. I slept with my legs tucked up in

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I corrected some things after I posted with out following the thought through to make sure other corrections were made. I'm blaming it on the alcohol but we all know it's just me.Oh and today is our 13th wedding anniversary. Why I didn't mention that earlier I don't know.

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Really it was a wedding in Forest Grove, Oregon. My roommate from college tied the knot and the core group of 4 was together again for the festivities. Coming together, it's like we never left each other. Not a beat is missed or button unpushed.I'm pretty sure I'm scared a video of me dancing to the bride and her sister singing Ice Ice Baby at karaoke will surface on You.Tube. Unfortunately I was

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I was supposed to get up today at 5:30 to get ahead of the game. Claim an hour or two of my own to exercise and shower and take the day on, not the day taking me on. I didn't hear the alarm and I barely remember Macho asking me why I wanted to get up so early.Instead my exuberant 3 year old startled me by flopping down on me while I was blissfully unaware of his launch. I was able to hold him

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We went on a 10 day trek that started with a last minute brake job the day we left and ended with a plug and coil change out in McMinnville, Oregon. Macho defended his dissertation and got the thumbs up on his PhD. The only woman on the panel did not like it when I corrected her after she asked if I was the woman behind the man. I told her I was the woman beside the man. I'm sure it was intended

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A single mussel can filter up to 3 quarts of water an hour.Owl Limpets start life as male but become female as they mature. And they are very territorial, using their shells to literally bulldoze squatters off their "farms".Acorn Barnacles are a crustacean that can be used to monitor heavy metal pollution in waterways.The Dogwinkle excretes a purple dye that is used by the Native Americans.Sea

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If anything? Do you really talk to me? Probably not. I just want to have some sort of clue to make a teeny bit of sense of...anything.It was decided. We were going to have a consult in September and we were going to jump on a batch at the clinic in either March or April, depending on if the doctor would go along with our wishes. Five day transfer and 2 embryos. After 8 cycles he became suddenly

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My therapist wants me to write a letter to my sister in law. Dear Sister In Law, We're family too. Love The NuisancesMy mom might have cancer. But I don't know for sure. We don't talk and the person she does talk to isn't getting much info.And both of these require a post of their own...or not. Maybe tomorrow after I have a few more donuts.

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This is my nephew watching as the parade approached us on the 4th. I fiddled with it in PSE and I'm not sure if I like it better this way or not...but the red in Old Glory stands out nicely so maybe I do. I also like that I caught the VFW in the background because I get giddy about things like that.I don't consider myself a photographer or even a hobbyist when it comes to photography. I have one

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In case you're interested.For a cute little girl's dress, looks like a great gift. Stitch to Stitch Give AwayFor a delicious looking 6 pack of cupcake recipe cards. Simple Jesstures Give AwayAnd through All Thumbs Reviews. A super cool give away that has to do with $cash$, PopTarts and BlogHer.Good luck!!

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So my asscrack comments were unwarranted. We did get up at 5 am and were out the door at 6 am but the sun was shining already. I don't foresee myself getting up earlier...unless I'm on fire, then maybe. That's a lie, I'll be getting up at 4:30am to visit tidal pools later in the summer. Only the boys could wield that kind of magic. Okay, I'll try to keep it short.Me (because we have time to

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We're heading out at the asscrack of dawn a time when the sun hasn't risen yet. It's a 3 hour trek and we need to be home Sunday night. It's another Sunday without church but that's okay. I'm disgruntled and disillusioned right now anyway. Something about pride, or stubborn pride, maybe ego or difficultly looking past some of the emptier cans. See? I don't need to be there when I'm feeling so

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This past weekend we drove north to visit home. We went to the Monster Truck races in Missoula, The Sprout thought it was the shit. We forked out $10 for him and his brother to ride in the back of one. He wore a gleeful permagrin.The next night we drove up near Mission Dam to camp. Right now we have quite a few little kids in the family so we pack a lot, car camping is a must. It was very

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After beer fest a 2 Saturdays ago Macho showed me his left ankle. He said it was stiff and that his joints had been feeling stiff lately. They were playing musical chairs with the aching. He thought that maybe it was the virus that Goob had. It settled in his hip rendering him basically immobile for a day. Macho thought maybe it was settling in his ankle. The next day I made him go to urgent care

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☂ I read Water for Elephants and enjoyed it. The friend who loaned it to me did not, she said she just couldn't get into it. It wasn't the best book I ever read but it wasn't a waste of time either. How's that for a book review? I have no plans of quitting my day job. ☂ I'm reading Women Food and God but I have to take it in doses. Too much reality, I guess. It makes sense as I read it, waking

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I read somewhere recently that PCOS without cysts is often called Syndrome X. I don't know if this is true or not but I think it sounds better. More mysterious. I'm SO going to use it. It could be away to get people I don't like to leave me alone."Sorry, I can't go today. My Syndrome X is flaring up.""Oh. What's that?""I'd rather not talk about it."click"Dude when I talk too much I get tired and

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Wow. Quite a of you like walnuts, huh. I only have them to put in my oatmeal and I only eat them because they are 'good' for me. I don't really like them...unless I candy them and then they cease being as good for me. I bought a metal office desk and I'm going to paint it red. Red. Red. Red. Shiny glossy red. White a splash of white and sliver of silver and I'm not sure what I'm doing to the

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I'm so wound up today I've eaten 2 pounds of walnut pieces. WALNUT PIECES!! Who the hell binges on walnut pieces?! At least they have omega's for my OA. It probably hasn't been 2 pounds but it's been several handfuls, how sick is that?I feel claustrophobic in my house, in my mind and in my body. I really want to run. Far far away. Somewhere where they have donuts. Good ones...eh, today mediocre

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I was getting ready to publish a post about babies and TTC and where my head's at but when I reread it after I edited it, I realized I'd already written one almost identical a couple of months ago. All that hard work for nothing. I need some 4 wheel drive to get out of this rut.

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One of the bad things about growing my hair out from 1/8" to 3/4"-1.5" which really ends up being 2-2.5" by the time the cut comes, is that I am more aware of the thinning. Right after a cut I can successfully stop myself from checking every time I pass a semiprivate mirror. As I get about 3.5 weeks out from a cut I start to obsess notice more. More hair in the sink. On my hands. On my shirt.I'm

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There's this intense sense of guilt that comes with talking about my dad's alcoholism. I feel like I'm betraying him. Talking out of turn. Painting him badly. That my words will stop people from seeing him as more than his illness...as if you were all going to meet him for coffee tomorrow. And why is there a different line drawn for my mother? I can't answer that. She wasn't the alcoholic so

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"Hey Dad, you been drinking?"I knew he had been. I'd known when he called earlier in the day. I could hear it, he thinks he hides it but he can't. What he says, how he says it...I mean, you just know. With sweaty hands and that feeling like I'm starting down the other side of the roller coaster's apex I asked. Confrontation is not something we "do" about my dad's drinking. Not me anyway. My mom

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For the last 3 seasons I have been unable, or unwilling, to use our cherries because of worms. We had someone spray for us previously but we need to cut back and that was one of the top things on the list. Macho assured me he could take care of it. He has difficulty sticking to task and a schedule. He tried last year but it didn't work out. Hopefully this year we'll have some. Look at all that

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First, you all are chatty. 243 posts to read when I logged in today. Holy shite guys! Shut the heck up! Just kidding, I'm sucking pretty bad right now. I'll catch up, I will, I will.Second we need some positive energy out there for a newly acquired friend of mine who tried to overdose yesterday, and for my friend who found her. As of a couple of hours ago she was squeezing hands and attempting to

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179 posts in my reader! Gah!The quick and dirty...* I started a blog about the etsy shop which I still haven't completely explained because I am a HUGE dork. Whatever. I'm okay with that. I'd like that blog to remain free from this blog because people who read that blog might not like what I write in this blog. Savvy? * I made brisket and ribs for a BBQ yesterday plus 6 different cupcake flavors

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I'm already overweight, you know this. I complain about this often. We completed the first month of the P90X and then Macho went out of town and we keep saying we're going to restart but we don't. The danger of trying to create cupcake recipes on my own is that I have to sample myself. Sure, I ask others to give their opinion but I have to sample them too. Today it was red velvet. I have a

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I want to have an open yet appropriate dialog about sex with my children. I have boys. My husband doesn't really talk about such things. Sigh. I've been casually bringing things up over the years. Animal Planet helped a lot and so did IVF but today when I brought up the subject Goob said he knew his dad wouldn't talk about it but he'd rather he would. You see, I'm his mom and that's his penis,

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I have been baking...but it has to do with my etsy shop so I don't want to let it out of the bag just yet. Lots of fine tuning and creating. I've been working a lot of my recipes from scratch, altering them to my preferences which I know won't necessarily be someone else's. I hope it works. It's a pretty simple idea and probably won't see a huge amount of turn over but it combines some things

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I was on the phone (sorry Chris for multitasking) and frustrated that spell checker kept telling me tipi was spelled incorrectly even though I knew I spelled it correctly from my Native American studies class in college. Plus I grew up on a reservation, there are some words you learn from your friends.So I threw in a couple of repeat words for emphasis and started to reword a sentence then

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We played outside today. I trimmed the hedges. We planted a new tree, it's tiny. We churned up soil and added poop and compost and some other magic dirt shit stuff. We made these cool little water tipi greenhouses and Macho said we were safe to plant our pumpkins and peppers in them...I saved some because we had a huge hail storm at the beginning of June last year.The Sprout caught himself on a

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My reader is full of blog posts calling for me. I need to start mixing up the order in which I read because those at the top often get read first leaving those at the bottom to build up. It's not a conscious thing, just a first come first serve sort of thing. I'm slowly catching up.**I went for a walk this morning up in the foothills. It was a tough walk because I insisted on talking, idiot.

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Just quiet. Figuring and planning and creating. I've driven everyone nuts trying to come up with a name for my shop. One of my friends told me it's just a name. Hm, maybe. I'm sure I've driven everyone insane with all the options. It's still my shop and I want it to have a name I like. One that fits. I guess I should just start keeping more of it to myself. It probably was annoying and

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I wish I could inhale the world and exhale it with a scream of such force that its turbulence would unscramble my mind and stand my heart upright again. All I can manage is a sigh.Bigger and better things...fuck you mom.

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I guess my mom got married over the weekend. No one told me. I found out by making a few too many clicks on Face.book. Hahaha!

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My nephew, he's 20. He's getting married. In 3 months to a girl he's known...1...2..3 months...hang on I have to process that..... I'm not sure I'm done figuring that out and I really don't have much to say about it because it's is his decision to make. It's a good thing he doesn't have an older sister to try and derail his wedding on his wedding day like his mom did on her brother's and my

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I love lemon flavored desserts. I've mentioned that before. When I did, Jill at All Aboard The Pity Boat sent me this link. It takes you to a recipe for a heavenly goodness. Lemon Souffle. It's cake on top and pudding in the basement. Joy!! I made it on Easter and my eats like a bird 8 year old guest said it was "AWESOME!!" If that's not an endorsement for trying this recipe I don't know

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I'm working on an online shop. Here's what sucks...money and time. Money being the hardest. Macho is looking into whether or not we can scrounge up the rather small initial investment it will require. I'm apprehensive to move much father without that info.Time. I hold a part in this fiasco. I need to schedule us and get everyone to stick to it. Easy. Ha. Macho needs to lend a hand in this

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I tweaked my header. All on my own. You probably won't notice a difference but I do. Because I did it. Myself. Look at me, I wear big girl pants! Yay! I saw someone refer to it as a masthead somewhere, I like that name better.For my computer savvy friends who are rolling there eyes and wondering what the big deal is, the big deal is I overcame my fear of screwing it up. It's just a picture,

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I think these glasses make me look like a redheaded, female Mo Rocca. I need to darken my eyebrows. Hm. My hair cut is surviving, even though you can't see it in this photo. I've only caught myself a couple of times inspecting and lamenting. The style is kind of brushed forward toward the "bangs" so I can mask the thinning and recession at the hairline. I definitely need to find a good eye

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I won't bore you with how difficult this trip was for me, I already did that. While saying good bye was difficult and brought up a whole bunch of muck, I hope that in the end it is healing for all of us. Here are some of the photos I took.Can you tell how he feels about me and my blasted camera? That's my Goob, he's 10. I love him. His mouth? Not so much, but him? Yes. This trip was hard

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I love it! I could eat pizza everyday. Well, maybe not but I would try. I love to buy a slice of pie when I go back to visit family on the east coast. I think it's the chemicals in the water, it's just different.My dad complains I'm a pizza yuppie because I like to mix it up. He doesn't complain when he's eating them though.Here are the ingredients for my favorite pizzas as I would 'build' it.

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I have about 20 pages left in the Prodigal God and I really really like it. Macho is going to read it next and then I'm trying to decide if I want to mail it to someone who would pass it on to someone else when they're done and so on and so forth and blahblah. The problem with that is someone always forgets to pass it on. I have a 'chain' lottery scratch ticket exchange stuck on my fridge

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