ita, here's hoping that things become at least tolerable for you headache wise this weekend.
I was also sad that she didn't realize her husband might be looking for a divorce, and he didn't know how to know if he loved her. If she truly wants to stay married, I hope he doesn't mind her blogging about it.
If her husband is asking the therapist how he knows if he still loves her, the marriage is already over and she's just in denial about it.
I think she makes her money giving business advice. And she may well be good at that.
I was thinking, if she can get a six figure book contract based on writing style that makes a first person account come off that unsympathetic toward herself, she must be a marketing genius. But maybe getting readers to identify isn't a concern if it's business advice.
(Note to Kat: If that's Noah's regular bathing sink, you're gonna wanna move that knife stand, at least during bath time.)
Cindy and I are sharing a brain! Of course my knives are all on a the top shelf of a cabinet at this point, along with my scissors, fire starting sticks and shish kabob skewers.
Those babies are just so gorgeous.
Of course my knives are all on a the top shelf of a cabinet at this point, along with my scissors, fire starting sticks and shish kabob skewers.
Those babies are just so gorgeous.
Bad brain! Bad brain!
I swear, somewhere along the line I absorbed Clive Barker's id.
I told you, MM, NO SEGUEWAY! I'm only halfway through my first cuppa.
re: hazardous bathplace: Their kitchen counter is pretty long, so those lovely stabby-man knives are well out of reach. But it sure looks wonderfully frightening in those photos.
And I'm actually surprised that the not-so-clear plastic blade covers on that knife stand aren't readily visible. I was bummed when I saw the covers when we first got that set, safety-be-damned. So, yeah, no exposed edges.
Teddy update. Nothing dramatic. He went through a rough patch early this week, and his creatinine went back up. He's since had another vitamin B-12 shot and an injection of an antibiotic (Bityadril or some similar name). Plus he's getting fluids every night again. Last night, he also started injections of Epogen, which should stimulate creation of baby red blood cells and treat the anemia.
In short, we're experimenting to see what the best course of treatment is. I'm beginning to suspect it's regular fluids, periodic injections of Bityadril supplemented with Zeniquin pills, and periodic injections of vitamin B-12.
He seems fairly perky these days. His appetite slipped for a couple days but has increased again.
loving the baby pictures! of course.
re: hazardous bathplace: Their kitchen counter is pretty long, so those lovely stabby-man knives are well out of reach. But it sure looks wonderfully frightening in those photos.
Even when Noah's on the little pad to the right of the sink? I'm sorry, the mother tag so doesn't close, and Noah already has his share.
(It's just that you never think they can do something until they do it.)
(And then they do it.)
(And on the good days, you catch them in the act.)
(Shutting up, now.)
I do love the knife stand. Too much.
(eta "his" to "share")
I just ordered one of those knife holders as a house warming gift for a friend. She's a psychologist so I suspect she's going to love it lots.
Happy Friday the 13th, Buffistas!!!
