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July 21, 2005
When Artists Collide
My sister, Kim, has some very cool bracelets for sale. She sent my stepmom some of her beads and my stepmom did some fancy wire work and sent them back. Great teamwork! One of the bracelets sold as I was trying to get the pictures up. Go buy one from her website now because if they make it to Ebay, they will NOT go for that price.
Posted by DebC at 07:08 AM
July 19, 2005
I Got My Breasts Crushed At Work Today
Damn, I think that may just win as the best post title ever, hahahahahaha. So anyway, I turned 40 last month and my doctor friend told me that I needed to get a baseline mammogram. How come they say that with a grin on their face? Is it because this is yet ANOTHER test that men don't have to do? To add insult to injury, he told me this while I had my feet up in stirrups getting the other test men don't have to do.
I made the appointment a few weeks ago and have been dreading it. I know the mammogram tech and she is great. She put me at ease but she could do nothing about the fact that I was standing there, topless at work, with little pasties stuck to my nipples. Oh, I forgot to mention those, didn't I? They give you little circles with a silver bee bee sized ball at the center. You stick them onto your nipples and that gives the radiologist a landmark later on when he is reading the x-ray. They apparently don't want them to fall off because those little suckers have some powerful stickem.
She knew I was nervous (okay, so I told her I was terrified) and went out of her way to explain everything to me. She said that she will be taking two pictures of each breast, one from the top and one from the side. "Don't worry, my job is not to see how much I can squeeze your breast, I only press it down until the breast doesn't have give anymore." Whew, glad you said that, I feel MUCH calmer. All said and done though, the top view did not hurt at all. The side view was uncomfortable to the point that I was very glad that it only lasted about 10 seconds. I am glad that is done, just have 365 days to go until the next one.
I haven't said anything in particular about the boys lately so here is a little update about each of them.
Eli - I had the proudest moment of my parenting life a couple of days ago with him. Jake had scraped his foot on a lawn chair and was showing us. I told him "it's just a flesh wound" and without missing a beat Eli ran down the entire Monty Python scene. Sigh. My work is done. We were rolling with laughter. The really funny part is that I have never watched that movie with him. I had bought it awhile back thinking that no child should grow up without the essential Monty Python as a comic foundation. He has watched it on his own and totally gets why it is funny (if you are one of the folks that never appreciated Monty Python and the like, well, we are so sorry).
Jake - He has officially perfected the handstand and is now working on walking on his hands. All boy, all the time, although he still manages to be my most sensitive child.
Seth - Tall! Not a baby! Seth is now sleeping in his own bed. We did have a monster moment last night where he came to my bed to tell me he heard a huge monster. He said that it made this sound (makes sound like someone clearing their throat). I explained that Eli did it and that he promises never to do it again. In response to my logical explanation, he said that it was this big (shows me his finger and indicates two knuckles tall). I told him he didn't have to worry and to go to bed now. He did. No fuss no muss. After living with Eli and Jake for so many years, Seth is so easy that I sometimes just laugh right outloud.
Jax (the dog) - Grrrrrrrrr. Jax has become a cranky old man at age eight and is trying my last bit of hope of ever becoming a dog lover. For some reason in the last six months, he wakes up several times a night and barks. These are not barks you can ignore. These are barks that just might set off the neighbor's car alarm. Not many, just one or two every few minutes until you respond. I get up, go downstairs and let him out, check his water, give him a dog bone, feed him, or coach him up the stairs (he is afraid to walk up the stairs in the dark). We have resolved to ensure that all these things are done well before bed and then after bed, we will ignore him. Not sure if it is working yet. The next step will be to put his happy ass in a kennel at bedtime. Unless someone out there has a better idea that is.
So there, that is my update, if the heat doesn't kill me (it was 109.2F today), I will conjure up something to say soon.
Posted by DebC at 07:17 PM | Comments (1)