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Never, Ever Give up Complaining for Lent

12 Feb

Does it count as complaining if I couch this in comedy as a cautionary tale?

I hope not.

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Ok, so Wednesday night, I decided after seeing stuff about Lent on Facebook that this year might be a good one to participate again. I couldn’t, however, think of anything practical to give up, so it went to the way-side. Last night, a day late, I came across more stuff about Lent, and then some inspirational stuff about stopping complaining and trying to view the positive and be thankful for it.

Well, after getting the idea in my head I liked it.

It might have helped if I’d concentrated on the right end of that idea, though.

So last night I set myself up for success by staying up even later than normal. Genus, right?

This morning came far too fast when Kathleen woke up an hour earlier than usual.

Then we had a present from a dog on the kitchen floor. Eew!

Things went normally for a bit as I did my little morning routine while baby watched Kipper, then I got a bowl of cereal. That’s when she decided it was imperative that she be held…Right Now!

No can do, Pumpkin, I have my hands full with the need for fuel. So she wore down my patience with heartbreaking cries between kisses and momentary distractions of shiny toys. I, not the fastest eater in the world due to a tummy that does not take kindly to it, did my best to wolf down my food.

After changing her diaper we head for bed again, where she naps for an hour, two hours early.

She wakes up and we exit the bedroom heading for her changing table…

And encounter a very proud of himself Labrador finishing off the nose of her changing table teddy.

Can this day get any more fun?

Yes. Yes, it can.

I go to microwave some leftovers for an early lunch and the breaker for the kitchen goes. So, I go to find Lonnie and tell him what kind of day I’m having. He goes and flips the breaker back on and holds Kathleen while I get started eating.

Uh, so that’s been the day so far. I spent the entire time looking for things to Not complain about. See the problem?

Now, what could this day have gone like if I’d been concentrating on the second half of the saying? What if I had been looking for the positive? The things to be thankful for?

Well, for starters, we all woke up this morning. No one came down with a surprise cold. Baby’s diaper didn’t overflow. See? A whole list of things before even getting out of bed.

I could have been thankful Lonnie remembered to get the trash out the night before, so there wasn’t much for him to clean up.

We had cereal and milk for me to eat.

When I got her to bed Kathleen fell asleep quickly and solidly, which allowed me to take a bit of a nap, too.

After waking up, she eliminated  quickly, so I was able to clean it up with only one wipe.

The dog, while oh so proud of his taking out of the evil stuffed animal, did not argue with me when I took the poor thing away from him. And he hadn’t had time to do more damage than removing the nose. It will take a bit of work to fix it, but it is salvageable and still cute.

When I told Lonnie about the blown breaker he didn’t complain or procrastinate. He put aside what he was doing and fixed the problem. Then he held and entertained the baby while I ate the bulk of my food. And, now, rather than going back to his project, he’s hanging out with us, watching silly sci-fi stuff helping corral baby so I can get this blog post out.

See? If I’d looked at the day (as I will now be viewing the rest of Lent) in that light I probably wouldn’t have ended up in a foul mood. Thankfully it was temporary, because I thought about this blog and all of you, and the fact that it might entertain and possible enlighten someone.

Even more to be thankful for. 🙂

Thank you for reading this.

Thank you for being my friends.

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So, how about a little post themed entertainment from Mr. Perry Como?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWee3zJcTpQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWee3zJcTpQ

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Now if you’ll excuse me, Kathleen has a book and an expectant look.

Time to go read to my baby. 🙂

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#MirthMusicMon – I Have No Excuses

8 Feb

Recently I have been using my daughter as an excuse to be…Uh, for lack of a kinder word, lazy.  I need to get my eating habits back on track so I can build up nutrients before a second baby. I need to put on some muscle so I have something to live off of if morning sickness is as bad the second time around. I need to get more projects done so we have enough money coming in to pay for another baby.

Well, no more excuses. (Today, anyway.)

I will work out.

I will eat better.

I will get busy editing my husband Lonnie’s stories.

I will post more stories onto QuarterReads.

I can. I will.

Even if it’s all being done after Kathleen is asleep.

I just have to stop browsing through my personal Facebook for hours on end (It’s an addiction, I tell you!) and get something productive done, like at least posting something original on my Rose’s Road  Facebook page every time I log on. :/

Time to stop procrastinating, and get things in gear again.

And use my daughter as the kettle-bell I can’t afford. 😀

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3llocio5jCc

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How is your to do list looking?

Are you also facing too many incomplete projects?

How are you thinking of getting some traction to make it a done list?

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That’s my Mirth and Music Monday post. If you would like to see more fun posts click HERE to be taken to the list of this weeks other bloggers.

If you would like to become one of the group, click on over and add your post. All you need is something funny and something musical and you’ve got a Mirth and Music Monday post. 😀

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#MirthMusicMon – Day and Night

14 Dec

My nights and days have been a little screwy recently.

Kathleen has been very needy recently (we’re suspecting she’s starting on molars), so the only time I really get to do some real work is after she has gone to sleep for the night.

Unfortunately, YouTube is something of a time-suck, so my last few nights haven’t been all that productive. :/

Oh, well. I’m working tonight. lol

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTBJobqIcBs

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This video also reminds me of the wonder I see in my baby girl’s eyes when she figures something out, or is introduced to a new thing. Just this afternoon she lit up over her and Lonnie taking turns drumming on his tummy.

She’s got a good sense of rhythm; any kind of a beat and she’s bopping along. Makes me smile. 🙂

Here's my little stinkbug in her make-shift high chair

Here’s my little stinkbug in her make-shift high chair

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That’s what I have for this Mirth and Music Monday, click HERE to see who else is participating this week.

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#MirthMusicMon – You Can’t Have Him

7 Dec

It’s Monday! Therefore it’s time for Mirth and Music Monday.

When it comes to mirth you can’t go wrong with Carol Burnett and Tim Conway. 🙂

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mj4B5tKSTvM

I’ve never had that problem, myself, but this would probably be pretty similar to how I would handle it.

Actually, if you’ve seen Serious Moonlight, you’ve seen how I would handle this. lol

Poor guy. 😉

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Now for the music.

When it comes to man troubles…you can always rely on Loretta Lynn to have a song about it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_wwP8UZR1o

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Ah, marriage. One of the most wonderful, difficult, infuriating, and worthwhile things a person can commit to. Right beside parenthood. There are moment of unspeakable joy…usually about 15 seconds before you’re ready to drop-kick them through the nearest window.

But I wouldn’t trade my husband for anything. We’ve known each other for over 10 years and he can still give me those wonderful tummy butterflies. I hope they’re still there in another 10 years. 🙂

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I would like to take a moment to welcome the latest addition to our little blog hop, Sara Beth Williams over at Life, love and writing. She had an entertaining post last week, and posts at least a couple times a week. Sara Beth participates in a couple of other fun blog hops and also posts reviews of books she enjoys. Pop on over for a visit if you have a few minutes.

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Click HERE to see this week’s other Mirth and Monday posts.

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A Mid-Week Baby Update

26 Feb

(If You Have no clue what I’m talking about click HERE to read the three former posts about my baby’s, eh…adventure in the NICU.)

Good news!

Right now it’s all good news.

No, we have not been cleared to leave yet.

Yet.

See, while a doctor has not outright said we should be heading home soon, the nurses (for 3 days now) have been prepping me with lists of what we will have to do and mental preps for ‘when you go home’.

Three days in a row nurses have been telling me that my husband and I will be required to learn infant CPR, she will have to pass a 90 minute car-seat test, that we’ll have to watch a video on how to deal with a crying baby and the way, way what not to do’s.

“When you go home…”

It sounds beautiful.

However, once burned, twice shy.

I have gotten my hopes up once. It hurt when they found another little (but that wasn’t how they made it sound) problem and the timetable was wordlessly thrown out the window.

Sunday evening a nurse informed me that they would re-test my daughter’s red blood cell count in about a week. Therefore I figure we should be here at least through this coming weekend, if not another week after that. But what do I know? I’m just a mom trying to establish breastfeeding while watching her daughter slowly detoxing off morphine.

Lots of fun.

It’s not that bad, really. She’s sometimes a little cranky, sucks on her pacifier like there’s no tomorrow when in need of comfort, and, um, has loose stool. Kinda hard to tell the difference, though, all tiny baby poop is supposed to be pretty loose. *shrugs*

Other than the occasional morphine (they’re not going to make a baby go cold turkey! Youch.), Tylenol (only when she really seems to need it), diuretics (probably because morphine can make you retain water), multivitamins and twice a day iron supplements, she is off medications. These are administered orally, since she no longer has any IV’s. The wires coming off her are just monitors (heart rate, breathing pattern, blood oxygen saturation, …and something else). Other than that the only things going into her are the little nasal prongs from her small oxygen tube, and her feeding tube, which goes up her nose and down into her stomach. She hates it and has been trying (and at times succeeding) to pull anything and everything off of and out of her face since day one.

Today’s nurse put word in for the occupational therapists to come visit me and help get her to take the bottle better (they like their measurements when it comes to food intake), and the lactation department is on notice that I want a consultation ASAP.  Everyone has been running around like chickens with their heads cut off because they’re at capacity for patients, but they will do their best to get around to me. They don’t want us around any longer than necessary, they need the bed space.

Meanwhile I have been enjoying watching her make faces in her sleep, smack herself in the face with an unguided arm-jerk, and the fascination that widens her eyes when I make a certain popping noise with my lips.

It may not be ideal, and certainly not what I had planned, but I am certainly going to enjoy as much of her early days as I can be a part of. They’re only this little for a small amount of time, and believe me, I am soaking it up. 🙂

Let’s just hope my next post is about our NICU escape plan. lol

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#MirthMusicMon – I’m So Pregnant

29 Dec

Sooo pregnant. As a matter of fact today marks the first day that she could safely make her arrival and not freak out the medical professionals. Judging by the track record of my mother and a sister, however, there is a chance she could be up to a couple weeks late.

I could be with-child for another month after this.

Nooo! :O

Actually I’ve been mentally prepared for that possibility since before she was conceived, so it’s really just a big game of birth day roulette. (Physically, however, is another matter. Getting very tired of carrying around another person. Sweet and interesting as she is.)

Today’s Mirth and Music Monday is a song that reflects some of these sentiments (among others).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVuittFyM34

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I was very proud of myself today. Twice while shopping I made it down to pick up something from the bottom shelf and made it back up without any help.

Yeah. I’m awesome. 🙂

Then I almost tipped over at the cash register while just standing there. Not even moving or holding anything. All of a sudden gravity shifted a little to the left.

Not so awesome. :/

There is a reason my husband likes for me to hold onto his arm when we walk through parking lots. lol

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If pregnancy stuff isn’t your style, give this video a try:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eOu-jVuuxo

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I haven’t even thought of any resolutions for next year. Should I?

Nah.

My hands will already be full enough just trying to figure out the whole mommy thing.

*Gulp.

Mommy.

Please excuse me while I have a mini panic attack about the impending arrival of the most responsibility any two humans can embroil themselves into within the space of a single year.

Parenthood.

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Do you have any good pregnancy/early parenting stories? I’m convinced they’re the adult version of campfire ghost stories. We just have too much fun getting scared. 🙂  C’mon, share!

Or…

What are your resolutions for this year? What’s your past track-record? Do you have a foolproof plan for making them stick this year?

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If you would like to see more Mirth and Music Monday click HERE to see who else is playing along this week.

That’s also the same place you would click should you choose to add your funny and tuneful post to the list. (*hint* *hint*)

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See you in the New Year!  😀

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In Loving Memory of My Butt

3 Sep

When I met my husband I probably weighed 105 pounds soaking wet.

We have always been honest with each other, so it’s not surprising that not long after we were officially a couple he told me he was going to put some meat on my skinny little bones. He started cooking up his favorite recipes (did I mention he’s half Italian? Yum!), and I did research on what I should eat to gently put on some mass.

After about a year or so I was up another 20 pounds. I thought I was cute before? I felt freakin’ hot at 125. What surprised me was how easy it was to maintain. I didn’t go over, and once I got into the habit of eating more protein and a little more fat I didn’t slide back very often.

Then came the economic slip’n slide. His job was in housing. Mine was in mortgage loans. Let’s just say there was a lot of ouch before we were both unemployed. Not pretty.

So, I went from a busy little bee in an office to a couch potato as we sat around filling out every application we could lay our hands on. My weight crept on so slowly that before I realized it I was 150 pounds and had split the inner thigh of my much loved, second hand pair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans. A very sad time for me. I worked hard to maintain a positive light on my body. The last thing I wanted was to become depressed over something that was reversable.

Now the goal was to healthily lose 25 pounds. P90X only made me sweat a lot (although the endorphin highs were a lot of fun), and walking wasn’t enough. Eventually life led me to find The 4-Hour Body. Following the slow carb diet laid out in that book my blood sugar leveled out so nicely that I rarely had a migraine. I soon realized that while I wasn’t losing weight, my flub was being replaced by some pretty amazing muscle. Without working out!

That’s when I implemented some of the author’s recommended exercises to help women put on muscle but still maintain that hour-glass figure. Since I hadn’t seen my actual waist in a while it was very hard to only do the moves twice a week.

My figure was improving, my blood sugar was wonderfully stable, I had just published my book of poetry… and I realized I was late for my period. Like, not normal late.

After a year of trying I was beginning to worry, but there it was, a second blue line that was even darker than the sample line. No maybes about that! Ironically I tested the morning after Mother’s Day. 🙂  I was officially 5 months pregnant on Labor Day, and should give birth some time after my 31st birthday in January. Sometimes it seems almost surreal.

Right now, anyway.

It felt horribly, kill-me-now real up until almost a month ago.

My round size 9 body met up with morning sickness, oral thrush and pretty serious food aversions (like, to almost all food). The oral thrush lasted about a month and a half, despite prescription medication. The morning sickness finally let up about 3 weeks ago. I haven’t vomited in about 4 weeks. Please, God, don’t let that come back.

At my last weigh in at the birthing center I was 132 (a month ago). I had lost 18 pounds in about 2 1/2 months on one of the most miserable crash diets imaginable. The things is, I hadn’t just lost fat. I know I have lost a lot of muscle mass as well.

Want to know how I know?

My butt.

Yes, my butt. I had quite a nice booty goin’ on back there. And it was all muscle.

Now, wooden benches and metal folding chairs are like torture devices.

I have a bony butt again.

Waah-haha! 😥

I am a twig again. I don’t even look pregnant. Five months along and I barely pook out.

I keep flashing back to that part in Mulan where the match maker circles her and says “Too skinny. Not good for bearing sons.”

There will be triumph! There must be. This can not continue. At this rate I will just be a little stick figure with a giant baby belly. Bed rest would be mandatory because eventually I would not have the ability to walk around! I probably wouldn’t even have the strength to give birth and be stuck with a mandatory c-section!!

*Breathes into a paper bag*

The light at the end of this tunnel? The fact that a few days ago I worked up the courage to steal a bite of my husband’s very creative scrambled eggs… and they tasted like eggs. They didn’t settle all that well, but still! 😀

Then I tried a spoon of some of clam chowder he was eating and that tasted right. Although it did have an unpleasant aftertaste.

But the most important thing of all? He made some taco flavored beef/pasta concoction the other night. It smelled good while he was cooking it. He asked if I wanted some. I cautiously said I would try a little. He brought me about half a cup. I ate it all!!! No unpleasant side effects, either. If I wasn’t already full of that and raw veggies I totally would have accepted his offer of seconds.

There is hope. 🙂

Now I just have to get my protein intake up to where I can start on a very mild muscle building work out twice a week. Pretty much what I was doing before the baby’s presence threw my life for a loop.

I very much look forward to having my booty back. 😉

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P.S. Don’t worry, the baby’s doing fine.

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#MirthMusicMon – Classical Doesn’t Mean Boring

25 Aug

I know, I know. I said that there would hopefully be another blog post last week.

But I have a good reason…

I blame my husband.

Ha.

You see, about 3 weeks ago my husband started writing what he thought would be a 3-ish page story. He was wrong. At my last reading he has 105 pages. Now, because we need to make money ASAP (you know, with that whole baby on the way thing), and because this pregnancy seems to have robbed my brain of my usual creative flair, I have thrown myself into editing. Editing his novel in the making, my mother’s inspirational historical romance, and a short story my husband finished several months ago.

To be honest, my mom’s book is at the top of my priorities, seeing as how she asked first. After that is my husband’s short story (titled Wolf Town), then his novel (with the working title of When Justice Howls).

Also on the to do list is a website for his writing and steampunk creations, including an online store. I think this part of the plan scares me the most. Knowing how I prioritize my fear (you know, stupidly) it will probably turn out to be the easiest part.

But enough of my excuses.

On to Mirth and Music Monday!

To begin with we have a classical quartet of lovely ladies… having some sort of one-up contest and ending with one of my favorite songs:

Then I found a silly little something that surprised me:

There you have it. The proof that just because it looks or sounds like classical music that doesn’t necessarily mean it will put you to sleep.

You’re welcome.  😀

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If you would like to see who else is playing along with Mirth and Music Monday this week click HERE.

That’s also where you input your link if you should decide to join the ranks of Monday Merriment.

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Have a great week!

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P.S. I apologize for the videos just being links. I am getting used to WordPress’ new post creation format and must not have learned the ‘trick’ yet.

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I’m Fighting the Blues

9 May

Yes, I will admit it. I am in a funk right now.

Not quite sure why, but I am.

Actually, yes I do know why.

I am not the most patient person on the planet and watching the calendar pages fly past as my husband and I work on various goals and projects has begun to wear on me. For the longest time I was the perkiest person on the planet about our empire building plans. But it has now been a few weeks since we’ve been able to gain any traction on anything substantial and it’s bumming me out.

This has happened to me before. Many times, in fact. I’ll spend a week or so moping around listening to music, crying instead of napping, and loitering in my sprouting garden. Then one day I’ll suddenly have my groove back, the mojo will spring into action and I’ll put my nose to the grindstone again. Until then I will baby myself so that my natural optimism has a chance to bloom again.

However, something different is happening this time. I have been asked to stay with a friend over the weekend while her housemate is gone.

When I accepted I wasn’t all that excited about a weekend away from my computer, my writing and my husband. Now that I’ve had a little time to think about it I have realized that this could be good for me. A weekend of something different. Not drastically so, but still no dogs, someone new to talk with for a few days and nothing productive to do. Unless you count watching old movies, fudging a bit on my diet, and reading as many of their Mrs. Pollifax books as I can manage.  😉

(I will still very much miss my husband. I don’t sleep very well without him beside me. :/ )

So, now I’m looking at this weekend more like R&R rather than a chore. That’s good, because I’ll have a lot more fun with this mindset rather than resenting the situation. And seriously, what’s to resent? It’s distracting me from what I’m not mentally and emotionally capable of tackling in my present condition.

Well, enough of that. It’s time for me to put together and schedule my next Mirth and Music Monday post. The least I can do for my post-weekend self is take away the stress of trying to get that together in one night.  🙂

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And now it’s time for something completely unrelated!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_4LtBDCUEg&noredirect=1

Nothing like a little Star Trek related tomfoolery to lighten the mood. 🙂

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I hope you all have a great weekend,

                                                and I’ll see you again on Monday.

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Can I Be An Addams?

23 Apr

I’m sitting beneath a thunderstorm, listening to the crash and rumble and drinking tea.

What a lovely day.

No, I’m not being sarcastic. I love a good thunderstorm.

It’s an even more interesting experience these days. Since we live up on a hill it’s not uncommon for the road out front of our house to be struck. I don’t know why all the trees around here aren’t interesting to the lightning. Perhaps the pipes beneath the asphalt call to it. Perhaps the stone used in the mixture is a little magnetic.

It’s a mystery.

Occasionally I think I would fit right in with the Addams family. Aside from the liking pain and eating the strangest parts of animals, of course. (I tried chicken hearts a while back. Eeew.)

I love to dance, and really, really want to learn the tango.

I keep begging my husband to start teaching me swordplay.

I don’t look too bad in black.

I talk to my plants.

By the end of a long winter my skin is so pale I almost glow in the dark.

It would be amazing if snapdragons actually belched little flames, and if a giant Venus flytrap would eat the neighbor chickens that keep trying to roost on our front porch. (It’s annoying having to tiptoe around their leavings).

If it would help get me a little closer I offer up the fact that I married a man who’s 1/2 Italian. And has a habit of swearing in Italian, and Vietnamese, I think. *shrugs*

Then there’s my long dark hair, desire to employ a butler at some point in my life, and my need to suppress these urges that tell me to vindictively give some of our neighbors a taste of their own medicine. (You know how they say ‘good fences make for good neighbors”? We’re saving up for a good fence. We’re also pricing out cyclone wire for the top.)

But, until I get my notice that I’m an honorary cousin, I will have to be content to sip tea during thunderstorms. And perhaps learn a little French. 😉

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyyiQujh1yk

For the rest of the first episode:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-IjEosj7hco

and

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFV8U3JYEJE

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