Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Go Organic


So, I just signed up for this:

Absolute Organics

I'll get fresh veggies and fruit every 2 weeks on my doorstep! I am so excited. My dear friends Randy and Em have had this service for awhile now and have enjoyed it tremendously. They're making 2007 the year of the Organic Transition. I need to eat my fruits and veggies, but don't always know what to buy and how much. This will force me to eat them and get creative in preparing them. You never know what you will get each time, but you can tell them what you definitely don't want. For me this means no pears and no grapefruit.

In closing, for your viewing pleasure, I offer you this:

Store Wars

Sleep deprivation

If last night is any indication of how life will be when a baby comes on the scene in my life, I'm going to have a hard time.

I moved into an apartment a week and a day ago. My parents were the first ones to sleep in my place and the following day, my dad said there was a baby next door and it had woken him up with its crying. All last week, I heard no baby in the middle of the night. I did hear it whimper around 7 one night, but it didn't bother me because my bed time is not 7pm.

The last two nights have been a different story altogether. Sunday night, I woke up to slight whimpering along with the sounds of tv and talking. Last night, the baby was crying loudly. Putting the pillow over my head didn't help. I actually got up and made a bed on the couch. I was cold. I was unhappy. Some time later (I have no idea how much time actually passed), I got up and went back to my bed. I did fall asleep and so had the baby at this point. The alarm went off this morning and I felt like I had only slept 2 hours.

I have no idea what to do. Do I complain? I mean, a baby will cry. But am I just supposed to go back and forth between my couch and my bed for the next few months? How miserable is that?

*Sigh. Apartment living. This is what I get!

Monday, February 12, 2007

Precious


This is a photo of my dad, Roger, and me. Even then I adored my dad. I still do. I think much of my personality has been genetically passed on to me from my dad. Unfortunately, some of the physical genetic traits, I have received as well. The "solid" build, the McKendrick hips and thighs, etc. But to the important stuff....He's a people person. He knows how to make people smile and everyone loves my dad. He should have his own show, Everbody Loves Roger. Ha! Back in high school, people loved coming over to my house because my dad always joked around with them. Those are such good memories. My dad may not have acquired great wealth in this life. That seems to be the measure of men's success in our culture. My dad made his baby girl feel special. He makes me laugh. He sometimes doesn't know the right words to comfort me, but he tries. He gives good hugs and he says he loves me. I know he means it.

So, this blog entry is a tribute to Roger. Love you dad!

Friday, February 09, 2007

Bitten tongue

I have never felt the need to bite my tongue so much as I do now. I start to write an e-mail, but then I stop. Why do I care so much? That is the question that I keep asking myself over and over again. Every stinking time I get upset about this situation, I want to react. But the I don't. I simply call my "sounding board" and sound off. Thankfully, the sounding board is a great listener and then tells me that I shouldn't worry about it. Let it be. And so I do.


And so now I wonder about the term "sounding board". A sounding board, by definition, isn't supposed to respond, is it? But if it just sat there unresponsive, it would be no fun, would it?

Thursday, February 01, 2007

First Snow



What a way to start off the month! SNOW! I've been very skeptical when the weather guys say, "Wintry weather is in the forecast." My typical reaction is, "Yeah, right." But, I have to admit, when I saw the chance of preciptiation was 90%, I got my hopes up. I fell asleep early last night watching Citizen Kane>/a> with Randy. He had made a fire and I was snuggled up on the couch with Milly the wonderdog. So, falling asleep was the natural thing to do.
This morning, I woke up to (not quite) a winter wonderland, but as the morning progressed, the snow started sticking! Yee ha! Randy made a wonderful breakfast of waffles, sausage and eggs and even O.J.! Unfortunately, I had to trek into work. The roads were fine, but I think we're getting to leave early. I hear ice is a real possibility!
Anyway, here are a couple of photos to prove that we actually got some white stuff.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

The thing with Christians

So well put by Sheldon Vanauken in his book A Severe Mercy:

The best argument for Christianity is Christians: their joy, their certainty, their completeness. But the strongest argument against Christianity is also Christians -- when they are sombre and joyless, when they are self-righteous and smug in their complacent consecration, when they are narrove and repressive, then Christianity dies a thousand deaths. But, though it is just to condemn some Christians for these things, perhaps, after all, it is not just, though very easy, to condemn Christianity itself for them. Indeed, there are impressive indications that the positive quality for joy is Christianity -- and possibly nowhere else. If that were certain, it would be proof of a very high order.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Eu stay what?

Eustachian tubes. I am having issues with mine. In my left ear, I hear the ocean....all the time. It's a gentle roar that has become quite annoying. We went to this Mexican place for lunch that had a really high ceiling so it was pretty loud. So take that plus my "hard of hearing " self and so it was a lot of "What? Sorry? What did you say?" It's so frustrating!

I think that when I was sick a little over a month ago, I should have finished the decongestant and possibly should have gotten the antibiotic. I think this is the result of that. This is the best case scenario.

My boss alluded to the possibility of me having a brain tumor. I should not have googled "brain tumor symptoms". It only made my paranoia worse.

So now, I have spent $35 to have the doctor tell me to go get some Claritin D! Geez!

**Update: I spent an additional $40 on Allegra D. I asked for the generic, but alas, there is no generic for this one yet!!!