Well, I was going to try to post some pictures, but can I just say I've had it with the digital age? I want to go back to good ole film and negatives I think. We have had nothing but headaches with pictures lately - can't find the files, then today I was looking through my camera to see what was on there to post and for some reason, when I try to look at a bunch of the pictures, they are all distorted and it says "Corrupted data." WHAT? So I don't really want to stick that memory card in our computer until I know what's up with that. So, no pictures I guess.
I'm sort of on the computer killing time because I don't feel like doing all the things I should be doing. Like laundry and unpacking and sorting and such. I'm having a little freak out session over what all needs to be done in the next 2 weeks. I was sort of thinking in the back of my faulty brain, that we have 3 weeks until we leave. Nope, yesterday I figured out that we leave 2 weeks from today. How is that possible. Should I mention we haven't even started Christmas shopping? ha. And there's a pile of things that I've been hoping to get done with Dave's help, such as sorting out our guest room and moving stuff around and hanging pictures in the living room, etc. etc. Not to mention shopping... but today I realize exactly how much school work he really has to get done in the next little while. So I'm thinking I'm on my own for awhile. Anyway, this all sounds really boring to me, not sure how it sounds to you.
The trip up north for my niece Alicia's wedding was a lot of fun and I'm so glad I was able to be there. I should have made myself go to bed earlier on occasion, but when there's a party goin on, I can't stand to miss it. I indented to take lots of pictures, but failed miserably. = ( It was great to see family that I haven't seen in ages - the little people changed so much. And I got to meet my 7 month old nephew who is sweet beyond words. I came back Tuesday evening and it was fabulous to see Dave again. On the way home from the airport, we stopped to eat at Cracker Barrel. My lesson learned - when your head is telling you you really should order a salad, but your tummy is lusting after the buttermilk biscuits and best mac and cheese in the world, listen to your mind and not your tummy!! Oh my. I didn't even eat that much of the food, but it did NOT agree with me at all. Overall I've had a lot less nausea but I'm finding that I have very little tolerance for exceptionally "heavy" food. And I can't eat very much at all in one setting. Anyway, I survived. = P I had the rest of the week off and also have some days off this next week which has been SO nice and relaxing. Good for the sanity, bad for the pocketbook you could say. I guess I haven't had any real vacation time other than days I was sick, since summer, so it's been nice - I've actually done some things like, um, what's that called again, oh yeah, cooking. strange. My nasty cough has gotten a lot better and the chest pain has been very gradually getting better. Now it's down to one small spot and doesn't hurt nearly as bad as it did. What else can I bore you with - little tater tot has graduated to turnip status and is developing sweat glands. Time is going so much faster now, esp. with the holidays and time off and traveling. Well, I guess I should go get some things done. Thanks for letting me procrastinate a little longer.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Linen fresh muffins, etc.
- Where to start? Kumquat's is the size of an apple, 4 inches long from head to rump, and can sense light, so they say, if one were shine a flashlight on my stomach. Haven't tried it yet.
- I want to watch Home Improvement but I'm making myself update this first.
- Last week was a sort of busy and there were a couple night where I had to run around stay up late getting things done. After working a long day and not feeling the best in the evening, it wasn't a lot of fun. But here's the muffin story. I was under the impression that I was supposed to take food for the ladies Bible study on Thursday morning. I knew I had signed up one day in November but I didn't know which one. I hadn't received a reminder e-mail, like they had been doing, but I talked to a couple people and figured out by process of elimination, that this would be my week. Of course I couldn't just run to the store and buy something - the Mennonite in me is screaming NO. So I make 3 kinds of muffins. Because anything worth doing, is worth overdoing. (I actually just made 2 kinds and split one of them and made half blueberry, half raspberry, so it's not quite as much work as it sounds) But anyway, it took a long time and I was wishing so badly I hadn't made so much work for myself. I was also stressing over them turning out. I tried one when they were done and thought it tasted bland. Of course I had made them before and they turned out great, but if I'm making them for a whole pile of church ladies, they must turn out bland. The pumpkin ones turned out pretty well but I slightly over baked them, making them not as good as they could have been. Sigh. So I trotted off to Bible study the next morning with my 3 kinds of muffins and fruit. When I got there, someone else had also brought food. Turns out it wasn't even my week. My week had been last week, and the lady had tried to send an e-mail but it came back so she just brought something herself. SERIOUSLY? So all the work the night before was for naught?? Well, some of my muffins got eaten. Lots left over. So on the way home from the Bible study, I tried one of the raspberry ones. OH MY WORD. I took one bite and thought, "WHAT IS THAT TASTE? WHAT IS THAT SCENT? I KNOW THAT SCENT!!!!" AHA - Glade linen fresh plug in air freshener! I kid you not! We had been dealing with some strange aromas in our apartment so awhile ago I bought this thing and plugged it in right by the kitchen table (where the muffins had set the night before). The scent had totally permeated the muffin in question. It was like eating the scent in our apartment - the oddest thing I tell you! And not entirely pleasant. And then I start to freak out over what i just fed all those ladies! AHHHHHHH!!!!! I knew it wasn't in all of them, only some, but who knows how many. So then I took a bunch to the lady I work for. We tired one of the raspberry ones there and it was fine. She was thinking I was just having weird pregnancy smell/taste issues, but I assured her this was not the case. Later that night she texted me and told me that they came across another one! It's true. She said the 2 year old (who loved my muffins) took one bite and got a really funny look on her face. So she tried it and told me, yep, no mistaking that - it's definitely a linen fresh one! OH NO! So I have no clue how many people got one of those, but if they did, they must think I poured laundry soup in for the oil or something. Anyway, that's my long muffin saga. If you ever want to make linen fresh muffins, I can give you a recipe. How do these stories always get so long?
- In other news, the last few days have been rather difficult for me and I'd love it if you'd like to pray for me/us. After about a week or so (probably a little less) of not having this terrible cough, on Thursday, it suddenly came back, this time with a fever. In addition to just feeling yucky all over, my ribs are very sore and the pain is pretty excruciating when I do have to cough. Yesterday I felt very sick and was wondering about this upcoming trip to MN that I'm SO looking forward to and would really like to be healthy for (for which I should like to be healthy?). I was advised to see a doctor, esp. due to all the chest/rib pain. I went to the clinic yesterday and the doctor gave me more drugs, really wanted me to keep the temp down as that's not great for little kumquat, and said my breathing sounded pretty clear. She thought I had some brochitus but not pnemonia. And she thought I probably cracked a rib or pulled some muscles really bad from all the coughing. They didn't do x rays but there's not much to do for it anyway other than let it heal. In the meantime, it would be much more pleasant if the cough went away. ANYHOO... yesterday was a very low day, feeling so weary and tired of being sick all the time, and wanting so badly to make myself get better before this weekend. And being scared that I won't be able to go. I'm so thankful for my understanding and supportive hubby who prayed a lot. Thankfully today the fever is gone so overall I feel much better, but the deep nasty cough is still around. I would love for that to clear up asap. Maybe a cracked rib is good prep for labour, I dunno... = P
- I think I already posted about being excited to fly to MN this coming weekend. I'm still excited. Can't believe how fast it's coming!
- I'm so happy that muffin making is not in the plan for this week.
- I thought I had more to say but I don't. Tim Allen is calling my name. How pathetic am I?
- I want to watch Home Improvement but I'm making myself update this first.
- Last week was a sort of busy and there were a couple night where I had to run around stay up late getting things done. After working a long day and not feeling the best in the evening, it wasn't a lot of fun. But here's the muffin story. I was under the impression that I was supposed to take food for the ladies Bible study on Thursday morning. I knew I had signed up one day in November but I didn't know which one. I hadn't received a reminder e-mail, like they had been doing, but I talked to a couple people and figured out by process of elimination, that this would be my week. Of course I couldn't just run to the store and buy something - the Mennonite in me is screaming NO. So I make 3 kinds of muffins. Because anything worth doing, is worth overdoing. (I actually just made 2 kinds and split one of them and made half blueberry, half raspberry, so it's not quite as much work as it sounds) But anyway, it took a long time and I was wishing so badly I hadn't made so much work for myself. I was also stressing over them turning out. I tried one when they were done and thought it tasted bland. Of course I had made them before and they turned out great, but if I'm making them for a whole pile of church ladies, they must turn out bland. The pumpkin ones turned out pretty well but I slightly over baked them, making them not as good as they could have been. Sigh. So I trotted off to Bible study the next morning with my 3 kinds of muffins and fruit. When I got there, someone else had also brought food. Turns out it wasn't even my week. My week had been last week, and the lady had tried to send an e-mail but it came back so she just brought something herself. SERIOUSLY? So all the work the night before was for naught?? Well, some of my muffins got eaten. Lots left over. So on the way home from the Bible study, I tried one of the raspberry ones. OH MY WORD. I took one bite and thought, "WHAT IS THAT TASTE? WHAT IS THAT SCENT? I KNOW THAT SCENT!!!!" AHA - Glade linen fresh plug in air freshener! I kid you not! We had been dealing with some strange aromas in our apartment so awhile ago I bought this thing and plugged it in right by the kitchen table (where the muffins had set the night before). The scent had totally permeated the muffin in question. It was like eating the scent in our apartment - the oddest thing I tell you! And not entirely pleasant. And then I start to freak out over what i just fed all those ladies! AHHHHHHH!!!!! I knew it wasn't in all of them, only some, but who knows how many. So then I took a bunch to the lady I work for. We tired one of the raspberry ones there and it was fine. She was thinking I was just having weird pregnancy smell/taste issues, but I assured her this was not the case. Later that night she texted me and told me that they came across another one! It's true. She said the 2 year old (who loved my muffins) took one bite and got a really funny look on her face. So she tried it and told me, yep, no mistaking that - it's definitely a linen fresh one! OH NO! So I have no clue how many people got one of those, but if they did, they must think I poured laundry soup in for the oil or something. Anyway, that's my long muffin saga. If you ever want to make linen fresh muffins, I can give you a recipe. How do these stories always get so long?
- In other news, the last few days have been rather difficult for me and I'd love it if you'd like to pray for me/us. After about a week or so (probably a little less) of not having this terrible cough, on Thursday, it suddenly came back, this time with a fever. In addition to just feeling yucky all over, my ribs are very sore and the pain is pretty excruciating when I do have to cough. Yesterday I felt very sick and was wondering about this upcoming trip to MN that I'm SO looking forward to and would really like to be healthy for (for which I should like to be healthy?). I was advised to see a doctor, esp. due to all the chest/rib pain. I went to the clinic yesterday and the doctor gave me more drugs, really wanted me to keep the temp down as that's not great for little kumquat, and said my breathing sounded pretty clear. She thought I had some brochitus but not pnemonia. And she thought I probably cracked a rib or pulled some muscles really bad from all the coughing. They didn't do x rays but there's not much to do for it anyway other than let it heal. In the meantime, it would be much more pleasant if the cough went away. ANYHOO... yesterday was a very low day, feeling so weary and tired of being sick all the time, and wanting so badly to make myself get better before this weekend. And being scared that I won't be able to go. I'm so thankful for my understanding and supportive hubby who prayed a lot. Thankfully today the fever is gone so overall I feel much better, but the deep nasty cough is still around. I would love for that to clear up asap. Maybe a cracked rib is good prep for labour, I dunno... = P
- I think I already posted about being excited to fly to MN this coming weekend. I'm still excited. Can't believe how fast it's coming!
- I'm so happy that muffin making is not in the plan for this week.
- I thought I had more to say but I don't. Tim Allen is calling my name. How pathetic am I?
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
blaa de daa
I guess it's about time I said something on here maybe... This morning went to work for a couple hours, came home, and Dave's car was still here (when he should have been in school). I immediately assumed he had had a heart attack or aneurysm or something. I started wondering, what will I do, where will I live, I will have no health insurance... not to mention I'd sorta miss the guy! Turns out his morning class was canceled. Why doesn't he tell me these things? Okay, so he did tell me ages ago, but hadn't mentioned it recently, and set his alarm as though he was going to get up. tricky. Then fell fast asleep after I left the house. the end of my story.
Time seems to be flying by instead of dragging these days. The weekend after this coming one, I'm flying to International falls to go to my niece Alicia's wedding. I'm so excited to be able to go and to see my family - haven't seen them since last Christmas, except my brother Mike who came through in January. I'm flying Friday and coming back here on Tuesday. We'll also see if Dave and I can survive without each other for a few days. I suspect we'll be okay, but you never know. I also have that whole week before (American) thanksgiving off work which I'm SO excited about. So I'll come home and then in a few weeks it'll be time to pack up and take our big Christmas trip! wow! Not sure when we'll get everything done that needs doing. I have a list, if that counts for anything.
I forgot to put this is my last post. Here's a funny story (well, at the time, to me, anyway) from our last trip to the doctor. This was the time we were going to hear the heartbeat so Dave came along. We were running sort of behind so he went to park while I went to check in. This was the first day of the clinic started a new computer system so everything was very backed up. The waiting room was PACKED full of females. So I checked in, sat down, and in a little bit, Dave came in, found me and announced (in a room FULL of women), "I had to fart..." and then he just stopped talking. I stared at him wondering why in God's green earth he felt the need to share this information, esp. given the present company. I was slightly mortified. Then he started talking again. Attempt # 2: "I had to park far away." Ahhhh, it all makes sense now. So then I sat there laughing till I probably was crying, I don't remember. I just know I laughed a lot. You probably had to be there - this serious expression on his face... (or maybe I'm just really immature) anyhoo... if anyone else heard (and I suspect they did) they were nice enough to ignore it.
Little kumquat is now a lemon, which makes me think it's a girl. How many boy lemons do you know? Lemons are definitely girly. ha. Actually, for awhile now I've just felt like this is a boy and couldn't imagine anything else. Then the last couple days a girl has seemed more possible in my mind. Who knows. We are pretty sure we want to wait and be surprised but I have moments of wavering. I don't know if I can stand not knowing. Plus, I think it would just be nice to know so you can think of him/her AS him/her. If it comes out being the opposite of what you were expecting, seems like it could take awhile to get used to. But at the same time, I hate to spoil the surprise of the big day. Feel free to send me your advice or opinions. = ) I think if we can hold out for this one, if there's a next one, we'd probably find out. In health news, my cough is a lot better, allowing me to sleep at night which is a huge blessing. I'm still throwing up a lot, which um, is not a huge blessing. Each time I wonder if it's the last. One of these days...
For some deeper thoughts maybe... I've had several totally unrelated posts rattling around in my head for awhile now. Here's one of them. I'm sure this all seems more profound in my mind than in actually is and you all probably figured this out ages ago. I was reading a blog of a family who's 11 month old baby girl died of cancer. Seems pretty unreal - they have all these pictures of a perfectly healthy looking, chunky little girl and then find out at 10 months she has cancer. unreal. You have to wonder how you could go on after something like that or how you could even want to. Having a family, having close friends, getting married, having kids - it's all such a huge risk in a way. The more people you choose to let in your heart, so to speak, the greater the risk. I mean, we really have no guarantees of anything - our next breath or the next breath of those we love. Having kids hits me in a new way. Suddenly you love this tiny person more than anything, and they are so dependent on you and so helpless. Reading about this family who lost their little girl, it just made me shudder, like wow, is it even worth it? Why put yourself through that?? And then I started thinking, well, what are the alternatives? I could lock myself in a basement and shut myself off from the world, never getting close to anyone because of the risk involved. I could choose to have a family and love them to pieces, but spend my days worrying sick about them, obsessing over every little thing, and wondering when God will choose to take them from me. Or, I could somehow choose to embrace all of life, the joys, the sorrows, and the risks. It's easy to say oh, you shouldn't worry all the time. But it's another thing to really have peace and the reassurance that I don't have to worry. I can relax and be calm, not because everything always turns out exactly like I want it to, but because Someone else really is in charge. (the words sound cliche, but do I really live like I believe it?) Knowing that even if I were to face tragedy in my own family, that there would be grace for that in the moment. On Sunday I was able to talk with an older wiser lady who has 6 children (including a set of triplets), but who also went through one still birth and two miscarriages. She was a breath of fresh air to talk to - so encouraging. She told me for the most part, she really didn't have that intense worry that a lot of parents talk about when their babies are very small - "what if they stop breathing, etc." She said, no, that's not my problem or responsibility, that's GOD'S! He's the one who keeps them breathing, not me. I long for the freedom to live way! She also talked about the ways God carried her through her own grief and tragedies. It was all really encouraging. Anyway, I feel like I can't really get out in black and white what I'm feeling and thinking in my brain. This is my attempt for now. I know that for me, God wants having this child to be about learning to trust him more and more in ways that I haven't yet been able to. Sorry, that got a little long.
I'll save my other deep thoughts for a later time. = P Hope you're all having a grand week.
Time seems to be flying by instead of dragging these days. The weekend after this coming one, I'm flying to International falls to go to my niece Alicia's wedding. I'm so excited to be able to go and to see my family - haven't seen them since last Christmas, except my brother Mike who came through in January. I'm flying Friday and coming back here on Tuesday. We'll also see if Dave and I can survive without each other for a few days. I suspect we'll be okay, but you never know. I also have that whole week before (American) thanksgiving off work which I'm SO excited about. So I'll come home and then in a few weeks it'll be time to pack up and take our big Christmas trip! wow! Not sure when we'll get everything done that needs doing. I have a list, if that counts for anything.
I forgot to put this is my last post. Here's a funny story (well, at the time, to me, anyway) from our last trip to the doctor. This was the time we were going to hear the heartbeat so Dave came along. We were running sort of behind so he went to park while I went to check in. This was the first day of the clinic started a new computer system so everything was very backed up. The waiting room was PACKED full of females. So I checked in, sat down, and in a little bit, Dave came in, found me and announced (in a room FULL of women), "I had to fart..." and then he just stopped talking. I stared at him wondering why in God's green earth he felt the need to share this information, esp. given the present company. I was slightly mortified. Then he started talking again. Attempt # 2: "I had to park far away." Ahhhh, it all makes sense now. So then I sat there laughing till I probably was crying, I don't remember. I just know I laughed a lot. You probably had to be there - this serious expression on his face... (or maybe I'm just really immature) anyhoo... if anyone else heard (and I suspect they did) they were nice enough to ignore it.
Little kumquat is now a lemon, which makes me think it's a girl. How many boy lemons do you know? Lemons are definitely girly. ha. Actually, for awhile now I've just felt like this is a boy and couldn't imagine anything else. Then the last couple days a girl has seemed more possible in my mind. Who knows. We are pretty sure we want to wait and be surprised but I have moments of wavering. I don't know if I can stand not knowing. Plus, I think it would just be nice to know so you can think of him/her AS him/her. If it comes out being the opposite of what you were expecting, seems like it could take awhile to get used to. But at the same time, I hate to spoil the surprise of the big day. Feel free to send me your advice or opinions. = ) I think if we can hold out for this one, if there's a next one, we'd probably find out. In health news, my cough is a lot better, allowing me to sleep at night which is a huge blessing. I'm still throwing up a lot, which um, is not a huge blessing. Each time I wonder if it's the last. One of these days...
For some deeper thoughts maybe... I've had several totally unrelated posts rattling around in my head for awhile now. Here's one of them. I'm sure this all seems more profound in my mind than in actually is and you all probably figured this out ages ago. I was reading a blog of a family who's 11 month old baby girl died of cancer. Seems pretty unreal - they have all these pictures of a perfectly healthy looking, chunky little girl and then find out at 10 months she has cancer. unreal. You have to wonder how you could go on after something like that or how you could even want to. Having a family, having close friends, getting married, having kids - it's all such a huge risk in a way. The more people you choose to let in your heart, so to speak, the greater the risk. I mean, we really have no guarantees of anything - our next breath or the next breath of those we love. Having kids hits me in a new way. Suddenly you love this tiny person more than anything, and they are so dependent on you and so helpless. Reading about this family who lost their little girl, it just made me shudder, like wow, is it even worth it? Why put yourself through that?? And then I started thinking, well, what are the alternatives? I could lock myself in a basement and shut myself off from the world, never getting close to anyone because of the risk involved. I could choose to have a family and love them to pieces, but spend my days worrying sick about them, obsessing over every little thing, and wondering when God will choose to take them from me. Or, I could somehow choose to embrace all of life, the joys, the sorrows, and the risks. It's easy to say oh, you shouldn't worry all the time. But it's another thing to really have peace and the reassurance that I don't have to worry. I can relax and be calm, not because everything always turns out exactly like I want it to, but because Someone else really is in charge. (the words sound cliche, but do I really live like I believe it?) Knowing that even if I were to face tragedy in my own family, that there would be grace for that in the moment. On Sunday I was able to talk with an older wiser lady who has 6 children (including a set of triplets), but who also went through one still birth and two miscarriages. She was a breath of fresh air to talk to - so encouraging. She told me for the most part, she really didn't have that intense worry that a lot of parents talk about when their babies are very small - "what if they stop breathing, etc." She said, no, that's not my problem or responsibility, that's GOD'S! He's the one who keeps them breathing, not me. I long for the freedom to live way! She also talked about the ways God carried her through her own grief and tragedies. It was all really encouraging. Anyway, I feel like I can't really get out in black and white what I'm feeling and thinking in my brain. This is my attempt for now. I know that for me, God wants having this child to be about learning to trust him more and more in ways that I haven't yet been able to. Sorry, that got a little long.
I'll save my other deep thoughts for a later time. = P Hope you're all having a grand week.
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