I had trouble sleeping last night due to pain. Since Dr. P injected my trap and neck, I was free to really get in tune with the more subtle and persistent aches of my body. The left SI is bugging me again -- I will ask Kim, tomorrow, to straighten me out -- and I think, once we get to Quanitco, that I'll talk to a doctor about burning the nerve.
It's called Radiofrequency Lesioning and it sends radio waves (heat) through a needle to damage small sensory nerve endings and interrupt pain signals. Dr. P said it's not a procedure he does, but it may be something to consider. It's best for patients who've had temporary success with previous nerve blocks, like I've had in the past.
Not only is that SI pain back, but I was able to feel an ache in my left shoulder. I had to adjust how I slept to keep the pain to a minimum. I also wondered how on earth I was supposed to sleep if I had to have surgery on my left shoulder. I'd have to become a back sleeper and that would take a lot of training.
Anyway, I got to go to Zumba this morning because my dad didn't golf until 1130. I did get to teach a few routines, but I believe it's because it was a Tuesday and there weren't many people there. I got home at 1050 and my dad handed me Eis, told me she just woke up, and left for golf.
I was gross and sweaty, but I knew she was hungry, so I gave her a bottle. I am not about to nurse when I'm disgusting because that seems cruel and unusual. After the bottle, I dressed her, put her in the jumperoo and turned on Baby Einstein on the computer and then ran to take a shower. I didn't dry my hair because I didn't want to leave her too long. I was disappointed to see Puck laying on my bed when I threw on some clothes -- I had been hoping he'd stayed with Eis.
She started fussing when she saw me, so I put her in the high chair in the middle of the kitchen while I got dinner in the crockpot. I poured some Cheerios on her tray and let her fling them around. She seemed kinda hungry, so I gave her some carrots, then tried to see if she'd eat any Cheerios. Turns out she would eat them, but she wouldn't feed them to herself; she wanted me to put them in her mouth.
She took an hour and half nap, which was pleasant, and I watched a crap movie on Netflix. We played a bit when she woke up and took out Puck. I got her dinner ready when she took her second nap at 1615 and my dad came home shortly after she woke up. He was nice enough to feed her the steak and carrots I made her for dinner, while I ate.
She seemed fine throughout the day, but she wouldn't sleep well tonight (so far). She went to bed at 1930 or so, but woke up at 2100. Then she just cried and wouldn't go back to sleep. I tried gas remedies and changing her diaper, but she wasn't having it. I eventually took her to my dad and he held her while he and my mom finished watching American Idol. When that was over, he turned on The Lion King and sat her up so she could watch it. She seemed to get excited at certain things and watched it reasonably well, though she only watched 15 minutes of it.
I brought her back, nursed her, burped her, then read some HP to her.
My last two Hunger Games books were supposed to be delivered today, but they never showed :(
Hopefully they'll be here tomorrow.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Day 269: Thirty More Days
I got up to go to Zumba this morning and found I had no clean clothes to wear, so I went back to sleep for a bit.
I got up at 0925 and showered, then got ready to go to see Dr. P. I left at 1030 for my 1100 appointment. While in the waiting room, there was a man sitting on the mini-couch behind mine and he made a weird noise, got up (stooped over), and hobbled out of the room. It looked as though he had wet himself, or that was the pattern on his shorts (though I don't know why it would have been), but I didn't see any wetness on the mini-couch because I was going to tell someone if it needed cleaning.
I was called in shortly after and in came Dr. P. I told him about my left trap and neck and he looked at my neck MRI and said nothing looked wrong, structurally, though the scan was six months old. He did a few physical tests and moved my arm around and decided that he would give me some injections. He said that I should come back in two weeks and that if it wasn't feeling better by then, to call and he would request an MRI of my shoulder because the pain I'm having could be from something wrong in my shoulder!
The injections were painful to get at the time because he injects the tightest spots, however, he injected from close to the outside of my trap all the way up my neck. It was only four injections, but they make a huge difference. I am still sore, but I can turn my head without stabbing pain... it's more of a dull pain, now.
This afternoon, Mom and I took Eis and went up north to Once Upon a Child, which is a second-hand store of kids' stuff. I wanted to see how much they were selling walkers for, but I was disappointed when I found them marked at $45. You can buy a new one for $40 (all the way to $70). We did find a cute skirt for $2 and a few little pairs of shoes for cheap.
After we left, we went to HEB and picked up groceries for the week. I'll be making all meals that are cooked in the crockpot, so that'll be fun -- and delicious.
On another note, I am trying to win a dress. I know the chances are slim because I NEVER win anything and am not what anyone would consider "lucky." However, I am trying because I know I definitely won't win if I don't try. These are the dresses I love the most:
These are considered "Prom":
style 3006
style 3097
style 4692
style 3509
style 153814
style 171102
The following are considered "Evening":
style 5984
style 0036
style 0035
If I won one, I think I would go for the last one (0035), but I don't know. I think Tyler would like the first three the best, but I don't know. I like the sexy dresses, but am feeling my age more, now that I'm a mama!
I got up at 0925 and showered, then got ready to go to see Dr. P. I left at 1030 for my 1100 appointment. While in the waiting room, there was a man sitting on the mini-couch behind mine and he made a weird noise, got up (stooped over), and hobbled out of the room. It looked as though he had wet himself, or that was the pattern on his shorts (though I don't know why it would have been), but I didn't see any wetness on the mini-couch because I was going to tell someone if it needed cleaning.
I was called in shortly after and in came Dr. P. I told him about my left trap and neck and he looked at my neck MRI and said nothing looked wrong, structurally, though the scan was six months old. He did a few physical tests and moved my arm around and decided that he would give me some injections. He said that I should come back in two weeks and that if it wasn't feeling better by then, to call and he would request an MRI of my shoulder because the pain I'm having could be from something wrong in my shoulder!
The injections were painful to get at the time because he injects the tightest spots, however, he injected from close to the outside of my trap all the way up my neck. It was only four injections, but they make a huge difference. I am still sore, but I can turn my head without stabbing pain... it's more of a dull pain, now.
This afternoon, Mom and I took Eis and went up north to Once Upon a Child, which is a second-hand store of kids' stuff. I wanted to see how much they were selling walkers for, but I was disappointed when I found them marked at $45. You can buy a new one for $40 (all the way to $70). We did find a cute skirt for $2 and a few little pairs of shoes for cheap.
After we left, we went to HEB and picked up groceries for the week. I'll be making all meals that are cooked in the crockpot, so that'll be fun -- and delicious.
On another note, I am trying to win a dress. I know the chances are slim because I NEVER win anything and am not what anyone would consider "lucky." However, I am trying because I know I definitely won't win if I don't try. These are the dresses I love the most:
These are considered "Prom":
style 3006
style 85131
These are considered "Cocktail Dresses/ Short Dresses":
style 17903
style 5857
style 4692
style 3509
style 153814
style 171102
The following are considered "Evening":
style 5984
style 0036
style 0035
If I won one, I think I would go for the last one (0035), but I don't know. I think Tyler would like the first three the best, but I don't know. I like the sexy dresses, but am feeling my age more, now that I'm a mama!
Day 268: Sunday
I went and saw Act of Valor this morning. Tyler had said that the SF guys were irked that these SEALs would do this movie because it undermines the principles behind the special forces. Things are neither secret, nor special, if you're giving them away by showing them on a movie.
Well, as we left, I told my dad that I didn't think they showed anything that I either hadn't seen in a fictitious movie or that I believe I would see in a fictitious movie. Plus, they had actors all throughout the story, so you got the idea that the movie was based on truth, not that you were seeing these guys in action during real missions. However, the hype would have you believe these were real missions and that you'd see the SEALs in action.
Overall, I think it further explained and illustrated the camaraderie and brotherhood between soldiers. I use "further" because many movies have already touched on that subject. It didn't hardly elaborate on family life beyond one guy finding out his wife was pregnant before he was to deploy.
I was impressed by a few things -- not because they were SEALs, but because certain aspects were genuinely impressive and would have been in a movie about anyone and played by anyone:
1. Just walking out the back of a plane at a high altitude (warranting oxygen masks) and falling in formation is neat.
2. The sniper and spotter picking off bad guys to clear the way for the team is a good idea. I'd not seen snipers used that way before.
3. Chinooks carrying boats, which, as soon as they hit the water, have soldiers descending down a rope onto it... then, the boat taking off before the chinook even turns around to fly off again.
4. The guns on those little boats -- wow! It was on a turret... like in Valhalla on Halo (I think that's where it was).
5. The timing of everything... the sniper and spotter getting into the truck and the truck making it to the river JUSTINTIME to have the boats appear and start blowing the bad guys to smithereens.
6. Ceramic ball bearing vests that the terrorists had... geesh! Makes me never want to live in a big city.
7. Shooting the enemy dead in the forehead most of the time. If it's true, then color me impressed.
8. Swimming? Walking? underwater and there being no waves, ripples, or air bubbles!
9. When one guy, underwater, lifted his hands above the water, then the sniper shot the bad guy on the dock and he fell back into the hands of the SEAL, so there was no splash! Neat!
On the other hand, there were some minor disappointments, but not wholly unexpected:
1. The way the SEALs spoke during briefs and often to each other... very unnatural.
2. Jumping on a grenade to save your mates. I get it, but I don't like it... as a wife.
3. They're as a team or in at least pairs, then at one point one guy gets all shot up and no one is with him! What? How did get to be "alone"?
4. Shooting during a chase scene... why waste so much time NOT shooting and why are so many bullets used? I felt like they should have been more efficient.
I'm sure Tyler wouldn't be impressed by the movie because he can do everything they can, or he says he can and I believe him because I have no reason to doubt him, but also, I would never be able to see him do the things I found impressive. His military life is so intertwined, yet separated from our married life. Yes, it dictates where I live and when and what he wears and such, but I don't physically see him doing all the things he's trained to do. I saw him fly twice and I took his word that it was him flying because I couldn't see faces or anything from the ground... so it's all quite detached for me, which is strange to think about.
Well, as we left, I told my dad that I didn't think they showed anything that I either hadn't seen in a fictitious movie or that I believe I would see in a fictitious movie. Plus, they had actors all throughout the story, so you got the idea that the movie was based on truth, not that you were seeing these guys in action during real missions. However, the hype would have you believe these were real missions and that you'd see the SEALs in action.
Overall, I think it further explained and illustrated the camaraderie and brotherhood between soldiers. I use "further" because many movies have already touched on that subject. It didn't hardly elaborate on family life beyond one guy finding out his wife was pregnant before he was to deploy.
I was impressed by a few things -- not because they were SEALs, but because certain aspects were genuinely impressive and would have been in a movie about anyone and played by anyone:
1. Just walking out the back of a plane at a high altitude (warranting oxygen masks) and falling in formation is neat.
2. The sniper and spotter picking off bad guys to clear the way for the team is a good idea. I'd not seen snipers used that way before.
3. Chinooks carrying boats, which, as soon as they hit the water, have soldiers descending down a rope onto it... then, the boat taking off before the chinook even turns around to fly off again.
4. The guns on those little boats -- wow! It was on a turret... like in Valhalla on Halo (I think that's where it was).
5. The timing of everything... the sniper and spotter getting into the truck and the truck making it to the river JUSTINTIME to have the boats appear and start blowing the bad guys to smithereens.
6. Ceramic ball bearing vests that the terrorists had... geesh! Makes me never want to live in a big city.
7. Shooting the enemy dead in the forehead most of the time. If it's true, then color me impressed.
8. Swimming? Walking? underwater and there being no waves, ripples, or air bubbles!
9. When one guy, underwater, lifted his hands above the water, then the sniper shot the bad guy on the dock and he fell back into the hands of the SEAL, so there was no splash! Neat!
On the other hand, there were some minor disappointments, but not wholly unexpected:
1. The way the SEALs spoke during briefs and often to each other... very unnatural.
2. Jumping on a grenade to save your mates. I get it, but I don't like it... as a wife.
3. They're as a team or in at least pairs, then at one point one guy gets all shot up and no one is with him! What? How did get to be "alone"?
4. Shooting during a chase scene... why waste so much time NOT shooting and why are so many bullets used? I felt like they should have been more efficient.
I'm sure Tyler wouldn't be impressed by the movie because he can do everything they can, or he says he can and I believe him because I have no reason to doubt him, but also, I would never be able to see him do the things I found impressive. His military life is so intertwined, yet separated from our married life. Yes, it dictates where I live and when and what he wears and such, but I don't physically see him doing all the things he's trained to do. I saw him fly twice and I took his word that it was him flying because I couldn't see faces or anything from the ground... so it's all quite detached for me, which is strange to think about.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Day 267: Home
I stayed home all day and just took care of Eisley.
My parents went to San Antonio to the rodeo with friends and were gone the whole day.
I played with Eisley and Puck, fed her, napped her, read to her, and watched her jump in her jumperoo. I did get to chat with Tyler today for a bit, which was nice, but it's getting stressful having him gone now that things are a bit crazy over there.
I mean things are always crazy cause those nuts are so backward. But with Afghani "soldiers" turning on their American counterparts, it's scary. Tyler has watched them throw things at the helicopters, but they can't do anything because they're "civilians." I doubt that if I went over there and started trying to hurt their soldiers that they'd just stand back and watch and not kill me dead immediately.
It's stupid to fight according to rules when the other side has none. It remind me of the phrase, "bringing a knife to a gun fight." There's no way to have a fair fight when "fair" doesn't exist. I am fairly sure that neanderthals were more civilized and treated their women better than these "people" do. Even the craziest American Bible-thumping loonies wouldn't kill people if Bibles were burned either by accident or on purpose.
The Westboro Baptists should really go to Afghanistan. They can be anti-American together.
My parents went to San Antonio to the rodeo with friends and were gone the whole day.
I played with Eisley and Puck, fed her, napped her, read to her, and watched her jump in her jumperoo. I did get to chat with Tyler today for a bit, which was nice, but it's getting stressful having him gone now that things are a bit crazy over there.
I mean things are always crazy cause those nuts are so backward. But with Afghani "soldiers" turning on their American counterparts, it's scary. Tyler has watched them throw things at the helicopters, but they can't do anything because they're "civilians." I doubt that if I went over there and started trying to hurt their soldiers that they'd just stand back and watch and not kill me dead immediately.
It's stupid to fight according to rules when the other side has none. It remind me of the phrase, "bringing a knife to a gun fight." There's no way to have a fair fight when "fair" doesn't exist. I am fairly sure that neanderthals were more civilized and treated their women better than these "people" do. Even the craziest American Bible-thumping loonies wouldn't kill people if Bibles were burned either by accident or on purpose.
The Westboro Baptists should really go to Afghanistan. They can be anti-American together.
unrelated food picture... dinner I split with my mom... don't worry -- I didn't eat it all :)
Day 266: Friday
Ummm... let's see...
Zumba? Yes, but she didn't have me teach. Argh! I get so bored and irritated once I realize she won't have me lead any routines. I think she didn't like not following well and perhaps felt self-conscious and realized that I am, in fact, better than she is. Yikes.
I honestly can't remember what I did yesterday. Oh! I know... Mom, Eis, and I drove around. We went to Barnes and Noble, then we stopped by the library. After that, Eis fell asleep, so we just drove around and looked at houses to make sure we didn't wake her.
Once we got home, we went to dinner at Abuela's. I noticed a familiar license plate on our way in and I got to see both my third and fifth grade teachers! It was nice to see them both, as they were fantastic teachers.
After I got Eis down and my parents were gone to the movies, I watched Prom on Netflix. It's a Disney movie, which should explain a lot. However, I was disappointed in the main message that was sent by that "film." It would undoubtedly make any young girl believe that prom is supposed to be the most magical night of their lives and everything works out because it's supposed to because it's prom.
The guy who couldn't find a date and ended up going with his sister, found a girl he liked while at prom. The guy who cheated on his girlfriend ended up looking like an ass in front of the school when he and his ex were crowned king and queen and she refused to dance with him, then his date refused to dance with him, as she found out he had lied. The main girl went alone, feeling heartbroken, but the boy she liked showed up and surprised her. Everyone asked their date to prom in a BIG way... even the couples who were dating -- the guy had to ask the girl.
It was just absurd. Or perhaps, that's just my experience that is the complete opposite.
Let's see... I was not asked to prom in a big way. I was not asked at all. Actually, I was never asked to any dance ever. So, I can't relate to that aspect of the movie. Junior year, I waited and waited and when it was close enough to where I knew no one was going to ask me, I asked a guy I didn't really know. We ended up going on a few dates. However, when, at prom, I was informed he was, "Rolling in the bathroom," I was a bit bummed.
Not only did I not know what "rolling" meant, but he left shortly after that. And he left me at prom. I was too embarrassed to call my mom to come get me and I stood outside wondering what to do. Eventually, I ran into some people that I vaguely knew and they said I could go with them. I ended up going to a party, sitting by myself because I didn't know anyone and everyone was "with" someone else. Then, I drove everyone home because I didn't drink and they all did.
Senior year, I didn't get asked either. Granted, I was dating someone who did not go to my school. In fact, he was three or four years older than me. He offered to go, but I said no because I didn't want him to feel obligated to something where he would feel totally awkward. I ended up asking a friend of one of my guy friends' who had no date.
At the last minute, my hair appointment was cancelled and I was upset because I was home getting ready all by myself, just as I had the year before and I knew (from movies) that I was supposed to be with friends. My mom and sister did my hair and my boyfriend drove over and played guitar and sang me songs to make me happy. I drove (alone) to meet everyone for pictures and then drove (alone) to dinner, since all the other cars were "full" and no one wanted to ride with me -- not even my date, apparently.
After prom, we went to a party at someone's house who I vaguely knew, but, again, everyone was "with" someone and my date had disappeared. I ended up calling my boyfriend and going over to his place.
I remember hang in out with him and his friends and staying the night, but making sure that he went to bed when everyone else did and that I slept on the couch, so that everyone would know we didn't "do anything." I was not into PDA and was especially not into people thinking I did "things" that I didn't. When everyone got up in the morning, we went to eat breakfast and I went home after.
I can totally see why my parents trusted me. What a prudish, friendless loser. *Sigh*
Here's Eis napping in the car:
Zumba? Yes, but she didn't have me teach. Argh! I get so bored and irritated once I realize she won't have me lead any routines. I think she didn't like not following well and perhaps felt self-conscious and realized that I am, in fact, better than she is. Yikes.
I honestly can't remember what I did yesterday. Oh! I know... Mom, Eis, and I drove around. We went to Barnes and Noble, then we stopped by the library. After that, Eis fell asleep, so we just drove around and looked at houses to make sure we didn't wake her.
Once we got home, we went to dinner at Abuela's. I noticed a familiar license plate on our way in and I got to see both my third and fifth grade teachers! It was nice to see them both, as they were fantastic teachers.
After I got Eis down and my parents were gone to the movies, I watched Prom on Netflix. It's a Disney movie, which should explain a lot. However, I was disappointed in the main message that was sent by that "film." It would undoubtedly make any young girl believe that prom is supposed to be the most magical night of their lives and everything works out because it's supposed to because it's prom.
The guy who couldn't find a date and ended up going with his sister, found a girl he liked while at prom. The guy who cheated on his girlfriend ended up looking like an ass in front of the school when he and his ex were crowned king and queen and she refused to dance with him, then his date refused to dance with him, as she found out he had lied. The main girl went alone, feeling heartbroken, but the boy she liked showed up and surprised her. Everyone asked their date to prom in a BIG way... even the couples who were dating -- the guy had to ask the girl.
It was just absurd. Or perhaps, that's just my experience that is the complete opposite.
Let's see... I was not asked to prom in a big way. I was not asked at all. Actually, I was never asked to any dance ever. So, I can't relate to that aspect of the movie. Junior year, I waited and waited and when it was close enough to where I knew no one was going to ask me, I asked a guy I didn't really know. We ended up going on a few dates. However, when, at prom, I was informed he was, "Rolling in the bathroom," I was a bit bummed.
Not only did I not know what "rolling" meant, but he left shortly after that. And he left me at prom. I was too embarrassed to call my mom to come get me and I stood outside wondering what to do. Eventually, I ran into some people that I vaguely knew and they said I could go with them. I ended up going to a party, sitting by myself because I didn't know anyone and everyone was "with" someone else. Then, I drove everyone home because I didn't drink and they all did.
Senior year, I didn't get asked either. Granted, I was dating someone who did not go to my school. In fact, he was three or four years older than me. He offered to go, but I said no because I didn't want him to feel obligated to something where he would feel totally awkward. I ended up asking a friend of one of my guy friends' who had no date.
At the last minute, my hair appointment was cancelled and I was upset because I was home getting ready all by myself, just as I had the year before and I knew (from movies) that I was supposed to be with friends. My mom and sister did my hair and my boyfriend drove over and played guitar and sang me songs to make me happy. I drove (alone) to meet everyone for pictures and then drove (alone) to dinner, since all the other cars were "full" and no one wanted to ride with me -- not even my date, apparently.
After prom, we went to a party at someone's house who I vaguely knew, but, again, everyone was "with" someone and my date had disappeared. I ended up calling my boyfriend and going over to his place.
I remember hang in out with him and his friends and staying the night, but making sure that he went to bed when everyone else did and that I slept on the couch, so that everyone would know we didn't "do anything." I was not into PDA and was especially not into people thinking I did "things" that I didn't. When everyone got up in the morning, we went to eat breakfast and I went home after.
I can totally see why my parents trusted me. What a prudish, friendless loser. *Sigh*
Here's Eis napping in the car:
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Day 265: Thursday
Not only did I go to sleep early last night, but I got 5.5 hrs of sleep, then 4.5, then 3. Yay! Some day I'll get like seven in a row or something crazy.
Unfortunately, I took my water into the bathroom, so I could take my pill, then I couldn't remember if I took it. I still have no idea if I took one or two today. I tried to figure out if it would have been better if I took none or two. I think I took two. Now I have one of those day of the week pill things.
I went to Zumba and led three routines. It was a nice workout. The rest of the day was spent playing with Eis. She's eating two times a day -- solids -- and she took two good naps, as well.
We went to CVS to buy Ty some coming home/travel goodies and mailed a small box. Then I called my mom to see if she wanted me to stop by with Eis, but she had kids, so we went to HEB instead. Eis sat in the cart like a big girl -- I was so proud of her. I strapped her in and she held on to the metal bars in front of her. I think she enjoyed it because it was totally new. I didn't use the cart cover because it was just too much to carry, but I'll do it next time.
I made quinoa, asparagus, and satay chicken for dinner. It was delicious... seems like everything I have cooked has been yummy.
Tomorrow, I'll Zumba and take some stuff to Heights.
Here's how Eis has been bathing recently:
She has her little elephant bath toy in her hands and you can see her pig toy under her right leg. She loves bath time!
Day 264: Yesterday
I didn't post because I went to be at 1900. Why would I do that? How could I do that? Well, it's because of a couple reasons.
The pain in my body became so intense throughout the night that I wasn't sleeping well. Then, when Eis woke up at 0430, I couldn't fall back to sleep. I grabbed my shiatsu pillow and figured, since I'm up, I may as well read. After a round or two of shiatsu, I tried to sleep, but after only moments of lying down, I knew it was fruitless. I decided I'd just keep reading and be in whatever position was mildly comfortable.
Eventually, 0700 rolled around. I knew that I couldn't, nor would it be a good idea to, Zumba. I finished my book and at 0900, I rested flat on my back for about 30 minutes before getting out of bed.
I went to rehab and she worked on me and mashed away, but neither of us could figure out why my first rib was acting up so much. She also pushed my C6 and C7 back into place, which reduced the neck pain. She told me to talk to Dr. P about it on Monday and see what his thoughts are.
After rehab, I came home to "babysit." I put her down for a nap and figured I should take something to dull the pain. As she stopped nursing during the day, I figured I could take 1/2 a zanaflex. While I was looking for them, I saw muscle relaxers, too. I decided I should take both. They do different things, both of which I needed done.
After I made dinner and was feeding Eis, I was hit with the sleepy side-effects of the pills. That, coupled with the fact that I'd been up since 0430, made for quite the stupor. I was unable to function smoothly and knew I needed to go to sleep as soon as I got Eis down. Luckily, she was tired and went to sleep by 1845.
Thus, I passed out by 1900.
It would have been a painful blog to type, I bet.
The pain in my body became so intense throughout the night that I wasn't sleeping well. Then, when Eis woke up at 0430, I couldn't fall back to sleep. I grabbed my shiatsu pillow and figured, since I'm up, I may as well read. After a round or two of shiatsu, I tried to sleep, but after only moments of lying down, I knew it was fruitless. I decided I'd just keep reading and be in whatever position was mildly comfortable.
Eventually, 0700 rolled around. I knew that I couldn't, nor would it be a good idea to, Zumba. I finished my book and at 0900, I rested flat on my back for about 30 minutes before getting out of bed.
I went to rehab and she worked on me and mashed away, but neither of us could figure out why my first rib was acting up so much. She also pushed my C6 and C7 back into place, which reduced the neck pain. She told me to talk to Dr. P about it on Monday and see what his thoughts are.
After rehab, I came home to "babysit." I put her down for a nap and figured I should take something to dull the pain. As she stopped nursing during the day, I figured I could take 1/2 a zanaflex. While I was looking for them, I saw muscle relaxers, too. I decided I should take both. They do different things, both of which I needed done.
After I made dinner and was feeding Eis, I was hit with the sleepy side-effects of the pills. That, coupled with the fact that I'd been up since 0430, made for quite the stupor. I was unable to function smoothly and knew I needed to go to sleep as soon as I got Eis down. Luckily, she was tired and went to sleep by 1845.
Thus, I passed out by 1900.
It would have been a painful blog to type, I bet.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Day 263: Tuesday
So, Eis has not been nursing during the day for the past two days. I'm not a fan. However, the doctor said she may just be weening herself off and it's ok. Unfortunately, she is nursing plenty at night. Maybe one day I'll get to sleep a full 7 or 8 hours in a row.
I did take Eis to the doctor today... for a few things:
1. Somewhat constipated -- no poop today and past two days has pooped little hard poops.
2. Right eye is sometimes squinty-looking.
3. Not nursing much.
4. Diaper rash that won't go away.
5. Spot on her face.
6. Pulling on her left ear.
Doctor said:
1. It's ok. I can give her some juice to help if she's uncomfortable.
2. Gave me a name of a pediatric ophthalmologist if it gets worse, but said I could use saline drops.
3. May be weening; as long as she's eating other food, it's fine.
4. Try Dr. Smith's; if it doesn't get better, come back.
5. Something bit her; it's ok.
6. Nothing wrong with them; it's probably just teething.
The timing for the doctor was all wrong. By the time we got there, Eis was ready for a nap, as well as hungry. It didn't help that everything was behind schedule, either. We -- my dad and I -- were heading home, but decided to stop by HEB for food for dinner and to buy the Dr. Smith's paste.
When we got home, I made a bottle and Dad sat in the nursery and rocked her while feeding her the bottle. She fell asleep in his arms and he dozed a bit while holding her. I don't think I'd trust anyone else to do that, but seeing as he's the world's biggest perfectionist, I didn't mind. It also didn't hurt that I knew if anything happened, then I would forever have something to hold over his head if he ever commented on any mistake I may make. :)
I cooked dinner and made some food for Eisley for next week.
Here's Finkalus Rigby while waiting to see the doctor
I did take Eis to the doctor today... for a few things:
1. Somewhat constipated -- no poop today and past two days has pooped little hard poops.
2. Right eye is sometimes squinty-looking.
3. Not nursing much.
4. Diaper rash that won't go away.
5. Spot on her face.
6. Pulling on her left ear.
Doctor said:
1. It's ok. I can give her some juice to help if she's uncomfortable.
2. Gave me a name of a pediatric ophthalmologist if it gets worse, but said I could use saline drops.
3. May be weening; as long as she's eating other food, it's fine.
4. Try Dr. Smith's; if it doesn't get better, come back.
5. Something bit her; it's ok.
6. Nothing wrong with them; it's probably just teething.
The timing for the doctor was all wrong. By the time we got there, Eis was ready for a nap, as well as hungry. It didn't help that everything was behind schedule, either. We -- my dad and I -- were heading home, but decided to stop by HEB for food for dinner and to buy the Dr. Smith's paste.
When we got home, I made a bottle and Dad sat in the nursery and rocked her while feeding her the bottle. She fell asleep in his arms and he dozed a bit while holding her. I don't think I'd trust anyone else to do that, but seeing as he's the world's biggest perfectionist, I didn't mind. It also didn't hurt that I knew if anything happened, then I would forever have something to hold over his head if he ever commented on any mistake I may make. :)
I cooked dinner and made some food for Eisley for next week.
Here's Finkalus Rigby while waiting to see the doctor
I didn't win the dress this last round. I can't spend 10 hours over three day periods from now to June, but I can't not try... I'm torn. Torn like Natalie Imbruglia :(
Also, I burned the inside of my wrist while cooking tonight. It hurts. It also reminds me just what terrible luck I have.
I won't get into all the reasons that 2011 was unlucky, but I'll go over today's:
Didn't win a dress -- never win ANYTHING though...
Burned my wrist
Caught Magic Bullet blade with previously burned wrist when I almost dropped it
I know, not necessarily related to "luck," but it sure feels that way. Things just don't go my way.
Day 262: Yesterday
I didn't post. My bad.
I was dead after rehab. She mashed on me so good! However, I was too messed up to be "cured" after one visit, so we'll try to finish off the agony tomorrow. She did spend thirty whole minutes mashing on me trying to make my muscles and tissues loosen up and quit being "cranky." Then she had me do some exercises. I felt fine when I left.
Unfortunately, about an hour after I left, my right shoulder was screaming at me. The pain got progressively worse throughout the rest of the day and persisted through the entire night. It hurt every time I had to move and even ached when I stayed still. Ugh.
I spent my evening, trying to win a formal dress. I think it'd be stupid to pay $500 for a dress, but apparently it's ok to spend 10 hours trying to win one. I guess my time is worth very little.
I was dead after rehab. She mashed on me so good! However, I was too messed up to be "cured" after one visit, so we'll try to finish off the agony tomorrow. She did spend thirty whole minutes mashing on me trying to make my muscles and tissues loosen up and quit being "cranky." Then she had me do some exercises. I felt fine when I left.
Unfortunately, about an hour after I left, my right shoulder was screaming at me. The pain got progressively worse throughout the rest of the day and persisted through the entire night. It hurt every time I had to move and even ached when I stayed still. Ugh.
I spent my evening, trying to win a formal dress. I think it'd be stupid to pay $500 for a dress, but apparently it's ok to spend 10 hours trying to win one. I guess my time is worth very little.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Day 261: 38 Left...
I am in so much agony, I can barely see straight! I get to go to rehab tomorrow, but not until I teach Zumba :( It huts to breathe, sleep, be awake, and everything in between. I've stretched, pulled and pushed on my traps, and had my neck pop way too many times. I can't tell if it's my neck or my scapula because both are jacked. I am so miserable.
I talked to my mom about how Ty wants another kid. I told her about how I always knew something would happen if I were to get pregnant. I always joked that my legs would just fall off or something "stupid." How right I was. How stupid is cancer?! I mean, really. Who gets pregnant and gets cancer? Not only did I have to deal with that, but it destroyed my body. My joints are far less stable than they were before and it's causing plenty of problems.
I don't know how long it will be before I am stable and not going to the doctor multiple times a week. I also cannot imagine what would happen if I got pregnant again. I would undoubtedly drop dead after delivery, which would serve Tyler right. You want two kids? Ok, you got 'em, but you don't have me. Ha!
But for real... I am not the type of person that things don't happen to, so I don't want to imagine what would be in store for me a second time around. Would it be more cancer? More difficult cancer? What's worse than cancer? Maybe it would be that... Regardless, it is terrifying.
Today, we went to Target and bought a few things for Eisley and some hair stuff for me. It's nice that my hair finally stopped falling out in clumps. I was not excited at the prospect of Gollum-esque hair when Tyler got home
Originally, it would be about 15 days until I see Tyler and he meets our daughter. However, now it's 38 days. It doesn't seem real yet. I wonder what it would be like to see your husband throughout most of your marriage? My mom asked how long Ty and I have been married.
I said, "Iraq, home, Afghanistan. So, three years in April."
She said, "You've only been together for the one year, then?"
"Yes, though it wasn't a fully year if you count all the times he was gone," I said.
"You guys weren't really ready for a baby, were you?" she asked.
"Ha! Nope. Not at all."
However, we have one and she's a doozie.
I never heard back from the casting call thing we were asked to go to, so I can only assume they don't want us. We're too generic-cute, I bet. No ethnicity... lest you count our name, which doesn't matter in a photograph. Therefore, I have planned to go visit Martha from Wednesday to Sunday. I'll only miss Thursday, Friday, and Saturday Zumba, which sucks, but I'm trying to be nice to Martha.
I must try to go to sleep. I teach in the morning and if I don't get some respite from this pain, then I may just stab my trap with a knife in order to release the agony.
I uploaded a ton of videos to youtube. I'm trying to get all my videos off of my iPhone because my Cloud is almost full and I don't want to pay for more space. Search: jenruss6500. Click: channel, then videos. I have 41 at the mo.
I talked to my mom about how Ty wants another kid. I told her about how I always knew something would happen if I were to get pregnant. I always joked that my legs would just fall off or something "stupid." How right I was. How stupid is cancer?! I mean, really. Who gets pregnant and gets cancer? Not only did I have to deal with that, but it destroyed my body. My joints are far less stable than they were before and it's causing plenty of problems.
I don't know how long it will be before I am stable and not going to the doctor multiple times a week. I also cannot imagine what would happen if I got pregnant again. I would undoubtedly drop dead after delivery, which would serve Tyler right. You want two kids? Ok, you got 'em, but you don't have me. Ha!
But for real... I am not the type of person that things don't happen to, so I don't want to imagine what would be in store for me a second time around. Would it be more cancer? More difficult cancer? What's worse than cancer? Maybe it would be that... Regardless, it is terrifying.
Today, we went to Target and bought a few things for Eisley and some hair stuff for me. It's nice that my hair finally stopped falling out in clumps. I was not excited at the prospect of Gollum-esque hair when Tyler got home
Originally, it would be about 15 days until I see Tyler and he meets our daughter. However, now it's 38 days. It doesn't seem real yet. I wonder what it would be like to see your husband throughout most of your marriage? My mom asked how long Ty and I have been married.
I said, "Iraq, home, Afghanistan. So, three years in April."
She said, "You've only been together for the one year, then?"
"Yes, though it wasn't a fully year if you count all the times he was gone," I said.
"You guys weren't really ready for a baby, were you?" she asked.
"Ha! Nope. Not at all."
However, we have one and she's a doozie.
I never heard back from the casting call thing we were asked to go to, so I can only assume they don't want us. We're too generic-cute, I bet. No ethnicity... lest you count our name, which doesn't matter in a photograph. Therefore, I have planned to go visit Martha from Wednesday to Sunday. I'll only miss Thursday, Friday, and Saturday Zumba, which sucks, but I'm trying to be nice to Martha.
I must try to go to sleep. I teach in the morning and if I don't get some respite from this pain, then I may just stab my trap with a knife in order to release the agony.
I uploaded a ton of videos to youtube. I'm trying to get all my videos off of my iPhone because my Cloud is almost full and I don't want to pay for more space. Search: jenruss6500. Click: channel, then videos. I have 41 at the mo.
Day 260: Mall
I was so tired today. I kept going back to sleep, but never felt ready to wake up. It was a rough morning.
Mom and I left Eisley with my dad and went to the mall. My mom got me a couple tops and a sweater at Loft -- yay! They're very pretty and I'm excited to wear them. It's always nice to have new clothes. If I ever fit in my old clothes again, they'll feel new. It sucks to realize just how small I was and that I had so many clothes that fit my body so well and now I've got very few things that fit well.
After that, I didn't do too much. They had friends over for wine, then went out to dinner, then came back for dessert. That meant that I stayed home and watched Eisley and made dessert.
I watched a video that Allison posted of Davis.
A. He's super cute.
B. Poor Rocky just wants to eat dinner, but he's a good sport.
C. Allison's laugh is so pretty and melodious.
D. I wish she liked me and it kinda makes me mad that I have no friends
Mom and I left Eisley with my dad and went to the mall. My mom got me a couple tops and a sweater at Loft -- yay! They're very pretty and I'm excited to wear them. It's always nice to have new clothes. If I ever fit in my old clothes again, they'll feel new. It sucks to realize just how small I was and that I had so many clothes that fit my body so well and now I've got very few things that fit well.
After that, I didn't do too much. They had friends over for wine, then went out to dinner, then came back for dessert. That meant that I stayed home and watched Eisley and made dessert.
I watched a video that Allison posted of Davis.
A. He's super cute.
B. Poor Rocky just wants to eat dinner, but he's a good sport.
C. Allison's laugh is so pretty and melodious.
D. I wish she liked me and it kinda makes me mad that I have no friends
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Day 259: Pain, Pain, Go Away
I don't know if it was from Wednesday's physical therapy or I slept wrong, but holy crap, my traps are KILLING me. And by traps, I mean neck. My neck gets jacked, then I subsequently feel the pain in my traps because they get insanely "tense" (for lack of a better word).
I taught Zumba this morning and it was fun. They were all sweaty when they left, so that was a good sign. The other good sign was them telling me how much they enjoyed it. Yay.
I've put a bunch of pics up on Flickr and uploaded two videos to YouTube.
Here's the one that I neither emailed, nor put on Flickr:
She took a nap for an hour and a half this afternoon -- it was amazing. As soon as she woke up, we went out to dinner at La Madeleine. My folks left fairly soon after we got back home -- to go to the movies -- and I practiced making cakes.
I wanted to see if I could make a cake, buttercream icing, and fondant without taking a class. Turns out I can. I didn't buy any of it, though I did use a box for the cake... although I didn't follow the instructions, but made some alterations to the ingredients.
It was not only delicious, but not bad for my first ever dealings with fondant...
Powdered sugar was everywhere. It was all over my clothes, arms, on my face and in my hair... not to mention it was all over the kitchen, too. I had it all over the counter and on all the utensils I used, too. Marshmallow fondant is sticky stuff!
The cake is a sugar-free yellow cake with butter and applesauce, instead of oil. It was incredibly moist and delicious. The icing is a ghiradelli buttercream icing, then the fondant is a marshmallow fondant, as I previously said.
It's just a 6" round cake, nothing big, but I had wanted to take a cake decorating class, then I wondered if I needed to, so I practiced. The hardest part was getting the cake right. This is my fourth cake. The first two were chocolate with a vanilla buttercream icing. However, the first cake had too much batter, so it made a huge mess and took forever, then didn't come out of the pan well. The second cake was leftover batter, but I didn't bring it to room temp before I baked it and it didn't bake long enough, so it was fudgy like a lava cake. The third was a vanilla cake and it turned out perfect, so I made chocolate buttercream to go on it.
The fondant was a two-day task, so I didn't make my fourth cake until tonight when the fondant was finally ready. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be. However, it would have been exponentially faster if I had actual cake baking/decorating tools to use, as opposed to just my paring knife and a rolling pin.
Overall, not too shabby, if I do say so, myself... which I do. I think I could make whatever, as long as I had the time and tools because the know-how seems to be logic.
I cannot wait until Monday when I can see Kim and have her fix my back -- let's just hope I make it until then :(
I taught Zumba this morning and it was fun. They were all sweaty when they left, so that was a good sign. The other good sign was them telling me how much they enjoyed it. Yay.
I've put a bunch of pics up on Flickr and uploaded two videos to YouTube.
Here's the one that I neither emailed, nor put on Flickr:
She took a nap for an hour and a half this afternoon -- it was amazing. As soon as she woke up, we went out to dinner at La Madeleine. My folks left fairly soon after we got back home -- to go to the movies -- and I practiced making cakes.
I wanted to see if I could make a cake, buttercream icing, and fondant without taking a class. Turns out I can. I didn't buy any of it, though I did use a box for the cake... although I didn't follow the instructions, but made some alterations to the ingredients.
It was not only delicious, but not bad for my first ever dealings with fondant...
Powdered sugar was everywhere. It was all over my clothes, arms, on my face and in my hair... not to mention it was all over the kitchen, too. I had it all over the counter and on all the utensils I used, too. Marshmallow fondant is sticky stuff!
The cake is a sugar-free yellow cake with butter and applesauce, instead of oil. It was incredibly moist and delicious. The icing is a ghiradelli buttercream icing, then the fondant is a marshmallow fondant, as I previously said.
It's just a 6" round cake, nothing big, but I had wanted to take a cake decorating class, then I wondered if I needed to, so I practiced. The hardest part was getting the cake right. This is my fourth cake. The first two were chocolate with a vanilla buttercream icing. However, the first cake had too much batter, so it made a huge mess and took forever, then didn't come out of the pan well. The second cake was leftover batter, but I didn't bring it to room temp before I baked it and it didn't bake long enough, so it was fudgy like a lava cake. The third was a vanilla cake and it turned out perfect, so I made chocolate buttercream to go on it.
The fondant was a two-day task, so I didn't make my fourth cake until tonight when the fondant was finally ready. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be. However, it would have been exponentially faster if I had actual cake baking/decorating tools to use, as opposed to just my paring knife and a rolling pin.
Overall, not too shabby, if I do say so, myself... which I do. I think I could make whatever, as long as I had the time and tools because the know-how seems to be logic.
I cannot wait until Monday when I can see Kim and have her fix my back -- let's just hope I make it until then :(
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Day 258: "Forever" Moves Slowly
It's crazy to think that it's day 258 and under normal circumstances, Tyler would still have a little over 100 days left. I would have a little over 100 days left. Darling Eisley would have a little over 100 days until she would have a daddy.
How much does that suck?! It's rhetorical and it's not because, I'll tell you, it sucks a lot.
"Fortunately," he is getting to come home early. Now, to get too, "Good for you," because to come home early he is foregoing R&R, which means he will be the ONLY person in the Brigade that didn't get R&R and he'll have had a 10 month deployment.
Air Force doesn't get R&R, but they have six month deployments.
Marines don't get R&R, but they have nine month deployments.
Army, starting next year, won't get R&R, but they'll have nine month deployments.
He's proud of what he does, so he's not as irrationally angry as I am about it. I'm glad he is proud of what he does because otherwise, I imagine, it would be even more miserable to be away fromall of half of what you love.
I think I slept wrong because my left trap and into my neck is so stabby painful. It's been bugging me all day. I may have to ask Dr. P for another injection on the 27th when I see him if it's still bad. Though I'm hoping Kim will fix it Monday and all will be "well" again.
There really should have been a list of everything that's ever been "wrong" with me. I would love to see it and be unbelievably exasperated by its sheer length.
I teach Zumba tomorrow, so I've been putting my playlist together and reviewing my routines to make sure I have them all in my brain. I find it strange that I have 30+ routines in my head and yet I often have dreams of forgetting the moves in old Hyline dances. I never had to know 30 dances at once. I think it's safe to say that I probably wouldn't have forgotten any moves and that nerves are mean.
Speaking of nerves, I still get nervous teaching. It is less so when I teach a crowd that is a bit more on my wavelength, but this crowd is not. These women are more... conservative? I don't know... they're at least more conservative about doing many of the moves that are Zumba staples. They're definitely older, by about 20-30 years.
I've made my routines simple enough to follow by taking out some unnecessary steps, but I can't, nor will I, remove all the booty shakin'. I can't wait to teach my own classes of outgoing, crazy women. :)
How much does that suck?! It's rhetorical and it's not because, I'll tell you, it sucks a lot.
"Fortunately," he is getting to come home early. Now, to get too, "Good for you," because to come home early he is foregoing R&R, which means he will be the ONLY person in the Brigade that didn't get R&R and he'll have had a 10 month deployment.
Air Force doesn't get R&R, but they have six month deployments.
Marines don't get R&R, but they have nine month deployments.
Army, starting next year, won't get R&R, but they'll have nine month deployments.
He's proud of what he does, so he's not as irrationally angry as I am about it. I'm glad he is proud of what he does because otherwise, I imagine, it would be even more miserable to be away from
I think I slept wrong because my left trap and into my neck is so stabby painful. It's been bugging me all day. I may have to ask Dr. P for another injection on the 27th when I see him if it's still bad. Though I'm hoping Kim will fix it Monday and all will be "well" again.
There really should have been a list of everything that's ever been "wrong" with me. I would love to see it and be unbelievably exasperated by its sheer length.
I teach Zumba tomorrow, so I've been putting my playlist together and reviewing my routines to make sure I have them all in my brain. I find it strange that I have 30+ routines in my head and yet I often have dreams of forgetting the moves in old Hyline dances. I never had to know 30 dances at once. I think it's safe to say that I probably wouldn't have forgotten any moves and that nerves are mean.
Speaking of nerves, I still get nervous teaching. It is less so when I teach a crowd that is a bit more on my wavelength, but this crowd is not. These women are more... conservative? I don't know... they're at least more conservative about doing many of the moves that are Zumba staples. They're definitely older, by about 20-30 years.
I've made my routines simple enough to follow by taking out some unnecessary steps, but I can't, nor will I, remove all the booty shakin'. I can't wait to teach my own classes of outgoing, crazy women. :)
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Day 257: Mature
I wrote Sabrina a polite and mature email telling her that I don't want to get paid and that I'd rather have the opportunity to teach (only a month and a half left, anyway). Then I told her I would like to lead a routine or two during class, so I can get my routines back in my head. I wasn't wishy-washy, rude, whiney, or anything... just straight to the point. Yay, me.
I, however, wanted to be rude. I wanted to tell her that if she had no intention of ever paying me, that she should have said so from the start. She also should have told me that she's rarely gone and that she loves being the centre of attention and, thus, wouldn't "remember" to let me lead any routines, then I could have actually taken a job where I got to teach, got paid, and got to take classes and use a gym for free. That would have been a much better deal for me. I wanted to say that it's bullshit that she canceled the Saturday class because no one could open and it's "too much trouble" to teach anyone how and it's extra rude that she canceled Thursday's Zumba class because it would mean she'd have to pay me per our agreement.
If I had the time or location, I would have totally tried to steal your students with my better routines and way better prices. Seriously, $99 for "unlimited" Zumba classes?! What a rip off. Zumba is not supposed to be about you showing off, but about your class gaining confidence and having fun while working out. The routines need to be catered to the class and your classes are full of older women who shouldn't be doing some of the moves you're doing, not to mention the idiocy of bare feet on a rubber floor. With all the twisting in Zumba, it's important to have very little friction as to prevent knee, hip, and back injuries... those ideas go out the window with the dojo floor.
Ugh... I'm exasperated. Perhaps she thinks I'm an idiot. A lot of people think I'm an idiot before they know me. It's because I'm quiet and pretty. A pretty face isn't an asset in all aspects of life or in all professions.
On another note, Eisley watched me cook this evening. I put her in her highchair in the middle of the kitchen and gave her Cheerios and measuring cups to play with while I worked. When it was all done, we ate, then chatted with my dad while he ate dinner. As we were sitting there, I looked over at Eis and she was leaned over, chewing on the tray of the highchair. I laughed cause she's so strange, though I guess it felt good on her teeth.
I, however, wanted to be rude. I wanted to tell her that if she had no intention of ever paying me, that she should have said so from the start. She also should have told me that she's rarely gone and that she loves being the centre of attention and, thus, wouldn't "remember" to let me lead any routines, then I could have actually taken a job where I got to teach, got paid, and got to take classes and use a gym for free. That would have been a much better deal for me. I wanted to say that it's bullshit that she canceled the Saturday class because no one could open and it's "too much trouble" to teach anyone how and it's extra rude that she canceled Thursday's Zumba class because it would mean she'd have to pay me per our agreement.
If I had the time or location, I would have totally tried to steal your students with my better routines and way better prices. Seriously, $99 for "unlimited" Zumba classes?! What a rip off. Zumba is not supposed to be about you showing off, but about your class gaining confidence and having fun while working out. The routines need to be catered to the class and your classes are full of older women who shouldn't be doing some of the moves you're doing, not to mention the idiocy of bare feet on a rubber floor. With all the twisting in Zumba, it's important to have very little friction as to prevent knee, hip, and back injuries... those ideas go out the window with the dojo floor.
Ugh... I'm exasperated. Perhaps she thinks I'm an idiot. A lot of people think I'm an idiot before they know me. It's because I'm quiet and pretty. A pretty face isn't an asset in all aspects of life or in all professions.
On another note, Eisley watched me cook this evening. I put her in her highchair in the middle of the kitchen and gave her Cheerios and measuring cups to play with while I worked. When it was all done, we ate, then chatted with my dad while he ate dinner. As we were sitting there, I looked over at Eis and she was leaned over, chewing on the tray of the highchair. I laughed cause she's so strange, though I guess it felt good on her teeth.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Day 256: Wanelo
BTW, Eis slept for seven hours in a row last night. However, I didn't go to sleep until the last three of them, so that stunk.
I've found a site that puts Pinterest to shame. Wanelo. It lets you see/search for unique items and potentially follow the stores from where said items came. Example, the "Go Plate," from Kegworks:
There were tons of other things that interested me, but I figured I'd post one that would possibly interest my husband. One site I ended up linked to was Jovani. They have beautiful dresses and are actually doing a giveaway, so I entered to try to win a dress. It would be fun to have a nice dress for the next formal military event we go to one day.
Eis and I went to the casting call today. We chatted and had our picture taken and I suppose we'll find out soon if we were chosen. It would be nice to get some monies.
On a final note -- I'm tired -- I got the perfect gift from Tyler today. He wrote me a beautiful "letter." It was everything I wanted and made my day.
I've found a site that puts Pinterest to shame. Wanelo. It lets you see/search for unique items and potentially follow the stores from where said items came. Example, the "Go Plate," from Kegworks:
Reusable plates for parties. $27.50 for 21 plates!
Eis and I went to the casting call today. We chatted and had our picture taken and I suppose we'll find out soon if we were chosen. It would be nice to get some monies.
On a final note -- I'm tired -- I got the perfect gift from Tyler today. He wrote me a beautiful "letter." It was everything I wanted and made my day.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Day 255: Keepin' Busy
Two decent stretches of sleep (4.5 and 5.5) - check.
Zumba - check.
Shower - check.
Rehab - check.
Get Eis to nap against all odds - check.
Pinterest - check.
Make food - check.
Watch new Zumba dvd - check.
I felt like I did a lot today, perhaps that is because I'm used to doing nothing and spending a whole day doing it and being busy while doing it. Yes, I am busy doing nothing. Entertaining and keeping Eis from fussing is "nothing," but it keeps me busy and exhausted.
While she napped (30 whole minutes), I decided I should do something with Pinterest. Now, I don't quite "get" it. Actually, I think it's somewhat stupid and I am dumbfounded when I read people's FB posts about how they spend "hours" on Pinterest or they're "addicted." It must really suck to be them, I guess.
Apparently, I'm supposed to scour the internet and find things I find "neat" and "pin" them to my virtual bulletin boards. I can also look at all the crap other people find "neat," too. Unfortunately, I don't think most of the stuff people post is neat. All the wedding stuff is blah and the home decorating is completely unfeasible for me due to the multiple impending moves in the near future.
I am an excellent cook and I make up a lot of my own recipes or modify ones I've found, not to mention I can't eat a bunch of things right now because Eis fusses. Thus, the recipes people post don't interest me. Not only that, but I don't need to make dessert/carb dinners or a meal that calls for a million ingredients or is just terribly unhealthy.
I don't see the point in pinning an outfit or clothes because I would rather own said outfit or not want to see it because I would want it. Anyway, I felt an obligation to see if I could be "social" and participate like a good girl, so I went on uncommongoods.com and I just pinned a bunch of stuff that I would possibly buy if I had tons of money to blow. I pinned a bunch at once because I don't plan on spending time on that site very often... maybe once a week.
I've not yet seen any good DIY/crafts that I've deemed worthwhile. I suppose it's not a site for those who are already creative... it's for those who want to be, but don't know what to do or where to start. Or, perhaps, it's just another mindless social media site. Woo!
Anyway, I found a survey on Amanda's blog and figured I'd give it a go:
11 Random Things About Myself:
1. I twirl my hair when I'm thinking
2. I don't like bangs/fringe, but am currently sporting some.
3. I think it's dumb to finance a vehicle (or anything other than a house). Either you have the money or you don't.
4. I am extremely shy, though my jobs are to be up in front of groups of people and speak/teach/shake it.
5. I like to read aloud in a British accent -- I can do posh or chavvy.
6. I am artistic, but too cheap to buy things to use for projects.
7. I love "pens" and paper. I like the way different pens feel when gliding across paper. I can't have too many writing utensils.
8. I have never been even remotely wild and I sometimes wonder if I missed out on things because of it.
9. I love Zumba and to make up routines. I wish I could be on the instructional DVD or an instructor instructor.
10. I don't know what I want to do as a career and I'm almost 30.
11. I am terrible at being organised.
My answers to Brittnie’s 11 questions (I mixed Brittnie's and Amanda's):
1. If you had to have any one song play to announce your arrival whenever you walk into a room, which song would it be?
"My Own Summer" - Deftones... it's got an awesome intro, so I'd always seem badass
2. What is your dream vacation?
Borneo or Tahiti
3. Most adventurous/daring/risky thing you have done, in your opinion?
I moved to another country by myself and had a stranger pick me up at the airport, then I stayed at said stranger's flat for a few days while I found a flat in another town.
4. What one thing is guaranteed to make you cry?
Commercials/movies/shows that have military families being reunited or the soldier dying. I know what one feels like and the other is my biggest fear.
5. How many pairs of shoes (estimate) do you own?
Oh, wow... I haven't even seen my shoes in almost a year, so it's really hard to even guess. Ummm... 30?
6. What do you do for a living? Did you grow up wanting to do this?
I was a teacher and Zumba instructor. Now, I'm a mom and Zumba instructor. When I was growing up, I wanted to have a daycare that took care of a couple children and lots of baby animals. The other option was to be a criminal profiler, which was frowned upon by the padres.
7. If you had to name your next (or first) child after a pet you’ve had during your life, which name would you pick?
Foxy. Not only would it be humorous, but it's better than VanDyke.
8. Have you ever been hospitalized? If so - for what?
Thyroidectomy and adenoidectomy: age 8
Stitches on my right foot: age 12. Stitches on my right hand: age 12.
Shoulder surgery: age 18
Spine surgery (ALIF): age 22
Knee surgery: age 27
Thyroid surgery: age 27
Labor: age 28
Thyroid surgery: age 28
9. What’s your pet peeve of the moment (because if you’re like me, they change from day to day)?
When people use extra letters in acronyms. Examples: LOLOLOL, LMAOO, etc.
10. Did you go to college and if so, what did you study?
I went to the University of Texas at Austin and majored in English. I also studied Shakespeare at Oxford University.
11. If you could have ANY job in the world what would it be? Think big people - sky is the limit here.
I'd be a Nike or Puma spokesperson... good money and free stuff.
My questions for you, if you feel like answering:
1. What do you wish you knew how to do?
2. What is your biggest regret?
3. Name your most annoying habit.
4. What one trait do you most admire in your: spouse, mother, father, and friend/sibling?
5. Describe your worst date.
6. If you could be good friends with any one currently living celebrity, who would it be and why?
7. Whose physical (fighting) skills would you want to have: Jason Statham, Alex O'Lachlan, Matt Damon? (From any of their movies/shows)
8. If you could only do one exercise for the rest of your life, what would it be?
9. What Harry Potter character would you name your child after? (You must use the whole name)
10. What is your favourite part of your body?
11. If you could choose your death, when and how would it occur?
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Day 254: Sunday
Mom and I went to the outlets today and she bought Eis more clothes. I think it's an obsession. However, I like it, so I won't complain. It's also not my money that we're spending.
While there, we perused a few other stores before Eis started getting upset and I had to take her to the car to nurse. It was quite chilly out. Though the temperature was just below 40ยบ, there was a good deal of freezing rain and a few flurries. I somehow managed to forget my gloves and a hat, so I was a bit chillier than necessary. Although I was wearing my Uggs, my feet were still cold -- this cold hands/feet thing is becoming more of a nuisance now that I am missing my thyroid.
Once my mom got to the car, we went over to Jo-Ann Fabric because I wanted to check out cake stuff. I have decided I want to make cakes -- small cakes -- and be able to decorate them. I don't want to take any sort of class until I deem it necessary to do so. Everything seems so logical, that I feel like I should be able to do it. Mom not only gave me $20 to spend, but she stayed in the car while Eis slept!
I ended up buying a 6" round cake pan, a new spatula, and an icer. I checked out fondant and determined I could make some for cheaper. Although I just tried out my pan and utensils tonight, I have to figure out where I went wrong.
Don't get me wrong, everything tasted amazing, however, it was, otherwise, a disaster. Despite following the pan's instructions to the letter, my cake stuck to it, which is all that's necessary for a cake to be a disaster. However, I also filled it too full and it spilled over in the oven (though I put a pan under it to save myself the trouble of cleaning the oven). I am wondering if I should have purchased the spring pan or if it's the type of cake I made or if I should have used spray, instead of shortening/flour (despite what the instructions said)...
Once the cake stuck, I just threw the icing on and didn't try to make anything pretty because I didn't want to waste my time. I only used half the cake batter, so I'll try again tomorrow. I want to figure out where I'm going wrong...
hmmm...
On another note, the other day, Allison messaged me on FB and said something about how if her mommy group weren't a closed group, she would have invited me. I didn't bother to tell her that she could also have invited me to a one-on-one play date, too, but that would also never happen because she doesn't really care to do so. There just comes a time when a girl gets tired of telling people that they don't like her and they don't have to pretend. I know she doesn't like me, otherwise, she would have invited me to happy hour or to hang out or for a playdate or hung out with me in high school.
I get it. I was socially awkward, but that's not my fault. It's the plight of the gifted child and a difficult cross to bear. I would love more than anything to have a friend or someone to talk to, but I don't. I have acquaintances and people who pretend to be my friends, though I'm not sure why anyone would want to waste their time pretending.
I don't know how someone so gregarious, athletic, politically knowledgeable, musically inclined and handsome decided to marry me. My mom mentioned (just yesterday) how different Tyler is compared to everyone I ever dated. I know he is and it baffles me how I got someone so different than me. I love it and I love him and I know the chances of our child being a social retard, like her mother, are far slimmer with her father being who he is.
I don't want Eisley to feel like she doesn't fit anywhere; it's a sucky feeling and exhausting to boot. I managed to not have a group that I fit in with in high school or college. I don't fit in with other teachers. I don't fit in with coaches. I don't fit in with the Zumba instructors. I don't fit in with mommies. I don't fit in as a Zumba participant at the Dojo.
I'm like my spine is to my body... it tries really hard to do what it's supposed to do and work well with all the other parts of my body, but it's just not doing a good job. It just gets twisted and out of whack and makes everything else uncomfortable and ends up in pain.
I am glad I never joined a sorority (or paid for friends, as some folk say) because it would have been a huge waste of my parents' money. They would have paid all that moolah and I still would have been the odd man out. I could have faked it well enough to get in -- it helps to be decently attractive -- but they would have realised I'm socially underdeveloped soon after.
While there, we perused a few other stores before Eis started getting upset and I had to take her to the car to nurse. It was quite chilly out. Though the temperature was just below 40ยบ, there was a good deal of freezing rain and a few flurries. I somehow managed to forget my gloves and a hat, so I was a bit chillier than necessary. Although I was wearing my Uggs, my feet were still cold -- this cold hands/feet thing is becoming more of a nuisance now that I am missing my thyroid.
Once my mom got to the car, we went over to Jo-Ann Fabric because I wanted to check out cake stuff. I have decided I want to make cakes -- small cakes -- and be able to decorate them. I don't want to take any sort of class until I deem it necessary to do so. Everything seems so logical, that I feel like I should be able to do it. Mom not only gave me $20 to spend, but she stayed in the car while Eis slept!
I ended up buying a 6" round cake pan, a new spatula, and an icer. I checked out fondant and determined I could make some for cheaper. Although I just tried out my pan and utensils tonight, I have to figure out where I went wrong.
Don't get me wrong, everything tasted amazing, however, it was, otherwise, a disaster. Despite following the pan's instructions to the letter, my cake stuck to it, which is all that's necessary for a cake to be a disaster. However, I also filled it too full and it spilled over in the oven (though I put a pan under it to save myself the trouble of cleaning the oven). I am wondering if I should have purchased the spring pan or if it's the type of cake I made or if I should have used spray, instead of shortening/flour (despite what the instructions said)...
Once the cake stuck, I just threw the icing on and didn't try to make anything pretty because I didn't want to waste my time. I only used half the cake batter, so I'll try again tomorrow. I want to figure out where I'm going wrong...
hmmm...
On another note, the other day, Allison messaged me on FB and said something about how if her mommy group weren't a closed group, she would have invited me. I didn't bother to tell her that she could also have invited me to a one-on-one play date, too, but that would also never happen because she doesn't really care to do so. There just comes a time when a girl gets tired of telling people that they don't like her and they don't have to pretend. I know she doesn't like me, otherwise, she would have invited me to happy hour or to hang out or for a playdate or hung out with me in high school.
I get it. I was socially awkward, but that's not my fault. It's the plight of the gifted child and a difficult cross to bear. I would love more than anything to have a friend or someone to talk to, but I don't. I have acquaintances and people who pretend to be my friends, though I'm not sure why anyone would want to waste their time pretending.
I don't know how someone so gregarious, athletic, politically knowledgeable, musically inclined and handsome decided to marry me. My mom mentioned (just yesterday) how different Tyler is compared to everyone I ever dated. I know he is and it baffles me how I got someone so different than me. I love it and I love him and I know the chances of our child being a social retard, like her mother, are far slimmer with her father being who he is.
I don't want Eisley to feel like she doesn't fit anywhere; it's a sucky feeling and exhausting to boot. I managed to not have a group that I fit in with in high school or college. I don't fit in with other teachers. I don't fit in with coaches. I don't fit in with the Zumba instructors. I don't fit in with mommies. I don't fit in as a Zumba participant at the Dojo.
I'm like my spine is to my body... it tries really hard to do what it's supposed to do and work well with all the other parts of my body, but it's just not doing a good job. It just gets twisted and out of whack and makes everything else uncomfortable and ends up in pain.
I am glad I never joined a sorority (or paid for friends, as some folk say) because it would have been a huge waste of my parents' money. They would have paid all that moolah and I still would have been the odd man out. I could have faked it well enough to get in -- it helps to be decently attractive -- but they would have realised I'm socially underdeveloped soon after.
Day 253: Tea
I went to Zumba today. Hoorah for me. I didn't let laziness win and I cannot let it win this week because I teach Friday, Saturday, and Monday and I need some stamina.
Today, Dad babysat, while Mom and I went to afternoon tea at Tea Embassy. It was pretty fun, overall. It was $35/person, which is fairly expensive. They offered four different teas by the glass, which was nice, so you didn't have to commit to a whole pot and thus enabled sampling. We, of course, preferred the English Breakfast, though I thought it tasted a bit floral for an EB. There was also a Versailles, which was like a caramel Earl Gray -- and I don't care for Earl Gray, so I wasn't a big fan. They had a green Rose Garden, which was pink and what what I imagine licking a rose would be like, and they had a Wedding Cake Rooibos -- herbal -- with hints of almond and coconut... the smell of it made me nauseous.
I don't like herbal teas, so I didn't even try to Wedding Cake, though I did smell my mom's cup when she got it. We were served three triangle sandwiches: chicken salad (spicy), pimento (spicy), egg salad (yum). They also gave us two scones each and a chocolate brownie and lemon bar.
The scones were a blueberry lemon and cherry amaretto. They had strawberry jam, clotted cream, and lemon curd to accompany the scones. I always enjoy afternoon tea -- especially in England. It's strange to see how it's so foreign to Americans. I remember having to teach my mom what to do... along with any of my friends who I've had over for tea.
I took a bunch of pictures, though I haven't uploaded them yet, so this post is not as great as it could be.
Lo siento.
Today, Dad babysat, while Mom and I went to afternoon tea at Tea Embassy. It was pretty fun, overall. It was $35/person, which is fairly expensive. They offered four different teas by the glass, which was nice, so you didn't have to commit to a whole pot and thus enabled sampling. We, of course, preferred the English Breakfast, though I thought it tasted a bit floral for an EB. There was also a Versailles, which was like a caramel Earl Gray -- and I don't care for Earl Gray, so I wasn't a big fan. They had a green Rose Garden, which was pink and what what I imagine licking a rose would be like, and they had a Wedding Cake Rooibos -- herbal -- with hints of almond and coconut... the smell of it made me nauseous.
I don't like herbal teas, so I didn't even try to Wedding Cake, though I did smell my mom's cup when she got it. We were served three triangle sandwiches: chicken salad (spicy), pimento (spicy), egg salad (yum). They also gave us two scones each and a chocolate brownie and lemon bar.
The scones were a blueberry lemon and cherry amaretto. They had strawberry jam, clotted cream, and lemon curd to accompany the scones. I always enjoy afternoon tea -- especially in England. It's strange to see how it's so foreign to Americans. I remember having to teach my mom what to do... along with any of my friends who I've had over for tea.
I took a bunch of pictures, though I haven't uploaded them yet, so this post is not as great as it could be.
Lo siento.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Day 252:Forty-Six Days
Tonight we went to Trento for dinner -- it's where Gumbo's used to be. It didn't have great reviews, but my parents wanted to try it. Turns out they didn't care for their food and I thought mine was great. I'm sure it was a lucky pick though.
Last week, when Mom was gone, Dad and I had Mimi's and Cotton Patch, which was yummy. I wanted to try NXNW tonight, but Eis slept too late and the timing was wrong to get there and not wait forever, which was why we tried Trento.
We go out at least once every weekend, if not both Friday and Saturday. We primarily go to Mimi's because they're quick, good prices, noisy enough, but not too loud, and they're by the movie theatre, so my folks can go see a movie while I go home and put Eis to bed.
A handful of times, Eis has just been too off schedule and fussy, so I stay home while they go out, but most of the time I get to go, too, which is nice. I like getting to go out, but I dread to think of the calories... then again, if I'm eating out, I want to eat something yummy, right?! It's nuts.
Today, I was perusing FB and saw a post from our "friend" who works at a jewellery store in town. It's like an "Amazing Race," but in Austin and you can win an ArtCarved ring worth (supposedly) $15,000. The race is March 3 in Austin. That would have been fun to do with Tyler, but he won't be home then... so I signed up to do it with my dad. If we get chosen to compete, it'll be hard to get him to just do things fast and without so much thought. It would be fun to be chosen to compete, regardless.
On another note, I had another friend on FB post, looking for moms with babies six months or younger that breastfeed; it's for a photoshoot for an advertisement. I emailed and said I met their criteria, so he emailed me and asked for a pic of Eis and me, along with our names and ages. I sent him a couple pics and then got an email saying the company is interested and to come by on Tuesday to meet them with Eis and get our pic snapped. Then, if we get chosen for that, we do a photoshoot on the 23rd or 24th and get $250!
It would be nice to get some monies -- I used my Christmas money to buy a ticket to see the Cirque du Soleil Immortal show in June. I think Tyler thinks he bought it for me for Valentine's Day. He's too busy to get me a gift, I think. I also think he thinks that I want him to buy me something, but I don't. All I ever want for any holiday/birthday (especially the ones he misses) is something that shows he put a lot of thought into whatever he gives me. Of course, it is a nice surprise if he ever does get me a small gift, but I know that's hard to do when he's got more pressing things on his mind.
It seems like the only thing that deployed guys ever send their spouses is floral arrangements and I always think, "What a waste of $50+, I could buy a nice top or pair of jeans with that much money." I don't mind the sporadic bouquet of flowers from HEB or something (like $9), but those expensive ones seem to die quicker than cheap ones, then you're let with some weird bowl or vase that you wouldn't have purchased normally. Ty spent time picking one out to send me his first deployment and it was sweet, but I had to put it together and it started dying within like two days. I felt bad and irritated that that much money couldn't last longer. I think I felt bad that he spent time picking something out and it not lasting.
On a similar -- disappointed -- note... I got a massage today. My mom has been bragging on this girl, Colleen, that she goes to and so I finally agree to get a massage from her. I should have just gone to Chasity or Stacia at 26 Doors because I like them and know they're good, but I didn't. The pressure of the massage was fine, but it felt like she was in a rush. Her strokes were so fast and moved me around the table. It was a bit stressful getting the massage. I actually left with a knot that I didn't have going in... And, of course, when I tell my mom, she complains about wasting money. I hate to waste the money, too. However, not only am I wasting her money, but I'm wasting my time and my back.
I was feeling alright because I had had rehab on Wednesday and my bones were where they should have been, but my muscles were starting to ache, so I figured a massage would get me through to Monday (my next rehab appointment). Now, my bones ache because she pushed on them and they're twisted AND I have knots because she didn't push on a single one! She massaged me, but there was no focus on any knots. I feel like masseuses get confused when massaging me and think my bones are knots and my knots are bones. Luckily, Colleen didn't massage my bones, but I'm still irritated. I don't get often away from the baby and she wasted my time, she got my mom mad at me (which seems unfair), and now I hurt.
I guess I'm just going to have to spend like 5 whole minutes talking to any future masseuse before they touch me...
* don't push on my bones or massage my skull bones
* I don't like my face or hair massaged
* don't spend time holding your hands above me and projecting good energy
* I like long and somewhat slow strokes that use the heel of your hand, not just thumbs
* find knots and work them out
* I like lighter pressure on my arms and legs than I do on my back
* my right shoulder is sensitive, so please be careful
* I don't want to chat
* if I wince, it means the pressure is too much or you're hurting me... don't keep doing it
* seriously... find knots -- they're prevalent -- and work them out
* I would be fine just having my back, neck, hands, and feet massaged -- you can skip my arms and legs
* I have really dry skin, you don't have to finish your stroke before you get more oil
* Ask, if you are doing well, don't make me tell you
Finally... Mom bought Eis more clothes from Carter's and also got me another diaper bag -- yay!
Last week, when Mom was gone, Dad and I had Mimi's and Cotton Patch, which was yummy. I wanted to try NXNW tonight, but Eis slept too late and the timing was wrong to get there and not wait forever, which was why we tried Trento.
We go out at least once every weekend, if not both Friday and Saturday. We primarily go to Mimi's because they're quick, good prices, noisy enough, but not too loud, and they're by the movie theatre, so my folks can go see a movie while I go home and put Eis to bed.
A handful of times, Eis has just been too off schedule and fussy, so I stay home while they go out, but most of the time I get to go, too, which is nice. I like getting to go out, but I dread to think of the calories... then again, if I'm eating out, I want to eat something yummy, right?! It's nuts.
Today, I was perusing FB and saw a post from our "friend" who works at a jewellery store in town. It's like an "Amazing Race," but in Austin and you can win an ArtCarved ring worth (supposedly) $15,000. The race is March 3 in Austin. That would have been fun to do with Tyler, but he won't be home then... so I signed up to do it with my dad. If we get chosen to compete, it'll be hard to get him to just do things fast and without so much thought. It would be fun to be chosen to compete, regardless.
On another note, I had another friend on FB post, looking for moms with babies six months or younger that breastfeed; it's for a photoshoot for an advertisement. I emailed and said I met their criteria, so he emailed me and asked for a pic of Eis and me, along with our names and ages. I sent him a couple pics and then got an email saying the company is interested and to come by on Tuesday to meet them with Eis and get our pic snapped. Then, if we get chosen for that, we do a photoshoot on the 23rd or 24th and get $250!
It would be nice to get some monies -- I used my Christmas money to buy a ticket to see the Cirque du Soleil Immortal show in June. I think Tyler thinks he bought it for me for Valentine's Day. He's too busy to get me a gift, I think. I also think he thinks that I want him to buy me something, but I don't. All I ever want for any holiday/birthday (especially the ones he misses) is something that shows he put a lot of thought into whatever he gives me. Of course, it is a nice surprise if he ever does get me a small gift, but I know that's hard to do when he's got more pressing things on his mind.
It seems like the only thing that deployed guys ever send their spouses is floral arrangements and I always think, "What a waste of $50+, I could buy a nice top or pair of jeans with that much money." I don't mind the sporadic bouquet of flowers from HEB or something (like $9), but those expensive ones seem to die quicker than cheap ones, then you're let with some weird bowl or vase that you wouldn't have purchased normally. Ty spent time picking one out to send me his first deployment and it was sweet, but I had to put it together and it started dying within like two days. I felt bad and irritated that that much money couldn't last longer. I think I felt bad that he spent time picking something out and it not lasting.
On a similar -- disappointed -- note... I got a massage today. My mom has been bragging on this girl, Colleen, that she goes to and so I finally agree to get a massage from her. I should have just gone to Chasity or Stacia at 26 Doors because I like them and know they're good, but I didn't. The pressure of the massage was fine, but it felt like she was in a rush. Her strokes were so fast and moved me around the table. It was a bit stressful getting the massage. I actually left with a knot that I didn't have going in... And, of course, when I tell my mom, she complains about wasting money. I hate to waste the money, too. However, not only am I wasting her money, but I'm wasting my time and my back.
I was feeling alright because I had had rehab on Wednesday and my bones were where they should have been, but my muscles were starting to ache, so I figured a massage would get me through to Monday (my next rehab appointment). Now, my bones ache because she pushed on them and they're twisted AND I have knots because she didn't push on a single one! She massaged me, but there was no focus on any knots. I feel like masseuses get confused when massaging me and think my bones are knots and my knots are bones. Luckily, Colleen didn't massage my bones, but I'm still irritated. I don't get often away from the baby and she wasted my time, she got my mom mad at me (which seems unfair), and now I hurt.
I guess I'm just going to have to spend like 5 whole minutes talking to any future masseuse before they touch me...
* don't push on my bones or massage my skull bones
* I don't like my face or hair massaged
* don't spend time holding your hands above me and projecting good energy
* I like long and somewhat slow strokes that use the heel of your hand, not just thumbs
* find knots and work them out
* I like lighter pressure on my arms and legs than I do on my back
* my right shoulder is sensitive, so please be careful
* I don't want to chat
* if I wince, it means the pressure is too much or you're hurting me... don't keep doing it
* seriously... find knots -- they're prevalent -- and work them out
* I would be fine just having my back, neck, hands, and feet massaged -- you can skip my arms and legs
* I have really dry skin, you don't have to finish your stroke before you get more oil
* Ask, if you are doing well, don't make me tell you
Finally... Mom bought Eis more clothes from Carter's and also got me another diaper bag -- yay!
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Day 251: Recipes
I've been updating my recipe book to make sure I include the recipes that I've been making recently and that are delicious. Tonight's dinner was amazing, so I'll have to be sure to add it, as well.
On another note... Moog got a box from Macy's:
And, I know I've told Tyler about Eis being attached to her blankets and liking them on her face, but she covered herself completely last night and I took this pic before I left... and I also uncovered her face before I left, too.
On another note... Moog got a box from Macy's:
And, I know I've told Tyler about Eis being attached to her blankets and liking them on her face, but she covered herself completely last night and I took this pic before I left... and I also uncovered her face before I left, too.
Day 250: Wednesday
Today is pictures and a video...
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| Puck playing with Eisley |
And, while perusing my iPhone camera roll, I found a video from the hospital, the night after I had Eisley...
It's dark, so you'll have to look closely at the clock.
Needless to say, I was a bit scared because I have an overactive imagination...
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