uggg. Finally catch up on 200+ posts. Long day. I open tabs to save posts to respond to, as I answer them, I close the tabs. Somehow I hit backspace in the wrong area, and browser goes back a page, and I lost it all. :: weeps ::
Ok, lets see if I can recall any of it.
1) it being past 1:30, so... AAAarrrggghhh Matey's!
2) Happy b-day (belated) erika
3) Fay said something to the effect of (paraphrase)
I want a Joe and a toddler...
and I came up with a great flirty response of "you can call me Joe if you want, we'll work on the toddler thing later".
4) Ita, it's not a migraine, just the headache hurt like a mo-fo. Yes sensitive to light, but ironically sound, humming, actually helped. So did eating raisins. I don't think it's migraine, possible bad sinus?? It was mostly the back of the head this time. If I recall, previous few times, it was a band that went ear to ear over the top of the head. Hard to say. Thankfully, happens very seldom. It is curious tho.
Ok, had a really REALLY long day. left at 8am, got home at 11pm. Did a really good seminar on wireless mics up at the Skirball Center. Then drove down to Irivine for a seminar on Vectorworks. Oy. WHy did he save the 2d stuff till last? the day I can't attend. It's the thing I wanted to learn. The only thing really. Don't need rendering. O well. I did learn stuff.
OK, nuff tapping. Should go to bed. Long day tomorrow too.
Night mateys! Aarrggggh. Shiver me timbers!
Avast me hearties!
The weather here has turned. It rained a lot on my walk to work this morning, and it's the first morning I've had frosty-breath.
Mornin' mateys.
I'm bad at talk like a pirate, but I'm considering attempting some at my therapy session today, just for kicks and giggles.
and it's the first morning I've had frosty-breath.
I love this time of the year. It's frosty-breath in the morning and evening, but gorgeous during the day. I love it.
I love this time of the year. It's frosty-breath in the morning and evening, but gorgeous during the day. I love it.
I really really miss fall. It's my favorite time of the year. So pretty and you know that winter and Christmas are coming.
I've noticed a change in the weather here, too. No frost, but I can get to my car in the mornings now without sweating.
I went on and on about this in my LJ, but I'm so frustrated with my inability find a childbirth situation that I'm happy with, or even okay with. The whole thing is just stressing me out and I know it's compounded by normal (for me) pregnancy anxiety. I just feel like I need a vacation...
That sucks, Stephanie. Is it a factor of being in PR - different practices and norms - or just not connecting with people and places? Raq might have some advice (or at least knowing sympathy) if it's the former.
In news of me, the one thing I forgot about having hardwood floors is how filthy your feet get. And with the deck now it's like times a million. How do people deal with this? And is it possible to construct a door mat entirely of magic erasers?
We have tile floors and have the exact problem. I have solved it by wearing shoes/Birks/occasioanlly socks all the time around the house. I miss that feel of carpet on bare feet, but I haven't found anyway to keep from getting filthy feet, no matter how often I sweep and mop.
Is it a factor of being in PR - different practices and norms - or just not connecting with people and places?
Both, I think. I got some misleading information from the first doctor I spoke to which made some options not possible. Also, in my opinion, this society doesn't value women very much, beyond looks, and I think the idea of taking charge of your own birth is unusual.
I was actually thinking about Raq as I was posting. IIRC, Mal's birth was not totally smooth. The thing that makes it all really frustrating is that you can't take a child out of a hospital AMA here - child services will take your baby. So once the baby is born in the hospital, he/she is stuck there until they release him/her.
In news of me, the one thing I forgot about having hardwood floors is how filthy your feet get. And with the deck now it's like times a million. How do people deal with this? And is it possible to construct a door mat entirely of magic erasers?
I have a pair of "indoor flipflops" (some keds that I just wear indoors), so I can still be relatively footloose and fancy free, but yeah. I hate that too. And it's so much worse when you also have a dog!
I suspect I'm the weirdo, but I'm grossed out by carpet to the point where I can't stand to set bare feet on it at all.
