It's that time of year again folks. That joyous time when we find the need to spend money we don't have on gifts we hope don't come back to us for people we don't like. Actually, in our house we have a rule: I buy for us and my side of the family, you buy me jewelry. Not too hard a rule now, is it?? Husband does have to buy for his side of the family since that's only for 5 people. I have 3 kids, 3 grandkids, 2 brothers, my sister-in-law, and mom. This year, my sister-in-law requested that we not buy her and my brother anything but instead make a donation to a charity in their names. What a splendid idea! My grandson wants giftcards to his favorite clothing stores and I all ready got granddaughter Mia her gift (which was actually for her mom but will be Mia's about 18 years from now.) I still like the grandkids that will be here to have something under the tree, especially messy J. who's all about the princess. Hopefully, I'll get her list soon. I've gotten all I can for our own little man, who just turned 3. He loves Thomas the Tank Engine so he's easy to please.
Speaking of our little man, he's now free for adoption, the birth mom's rights have finally been terminated so we will soon be starting the adoption procedures. If all goes well, we should be changing his last (and middle) name in about 3 months.
He just accompanied me on a short trip to sunny Florida to visit his big sister and 1 year old neice. He seemed to really enjoy going outside on the "lanai" sans shoes and socks and no long sleeve shirts or coats. It was a little warmer than usual for December, about 85 everyday. It was just a bit too humid but it sure beat 10 inches of snow and temps below 20! I was reluctant to return and had it not been for the fact that we had various appointments this week, I'd have stayed longer. We had a great time bonding, shopping and just hanging out. If it weren't so flat and humid I might give thought to moving.
This week we met with our son's preschool to get him started (finally) because his in home therapy just ended. Because he turned 3, he now gets to go to preschool. So next week he starts school and I had to be appointed his educational surrogate since we could never obtain the parental signatures needed. That was quite a process and among other reports from everyone, I had to train and take quite a test, which I scored 93 1/2%. Passing was 70% so I guess I did ok. Now I just need a letter signed by the judge saying bio-mom's rights have been terminated otherwise she can have access to him according to the school. I don't think she could beging to find him so I'm not too worried since she had threatened the case worker that she was going to.
And as we Swedes celebrate St.Lucia Day this Thursday December 13th, I'll be getting the right booby fixed up so it looks more like the left booby which was removed and replaced last August. This won't be anything like the last surgery so I'm glad for that. I always wanted a new "rack" so this is my Christmas gift. Unfortunately I had to get breast cancer, but fortunately the insurance company pays for it.....somewhat. That's a rant for another day.
And so I'd like to wish all of you a wonderful holiday filled with love, family, friends, and gifts!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
New Look
I hope everyone likes my new template. I'm not that computer savvy that I can create these beautiful or interesting templates like some I've seen but this looked pretty neat so it's staying, at least until the kid comes home to visit and can change things around for me.
Speaking of kid, I was looking forward to her coming home because of some issues that were plaguing her but with help from her fantastic bf, she remains at her current domain. I now look forward to a visit (maybe nest year???) from the deliriously happy couple as I can't wait to meet the man that has stolen my little girl's heart. Anyone that can get her to eat a bite of sushi has to be nothing short of a phenom!
We're all faring rather well here. The weather is getting crisper and while most of the leaves have left the trees, our aspens have finally turned their golden fall hue and continue to quake in the soft breezes. I have a pair of gold dipped aspen leaf earrings that I picked up at Garden of the Gods in Colorado that I wear to celebrate the fall season (as it was fall when we visited Colorado). Too soon it will be Thanksgiving when we'll be baking those apple and pumkin pies and other goodies and sharing it with a houseful of people we're related to.
Next month will also begin the start of another step towards the adoption of our too adorable,albeit autistic, foster son. We were told that the long end of the process would take about six months so we are praying that he will be officially ours before the official start of summer. He does quite well with his therapy and seems to master some of the behaviroal skills he's taught rather quickly. There are pictures all over my house so that he can make his requests since he is basically non-verbal. A very sweet, loving little guy, he is. At this point we are now comfortable with the fact that he's not going to have to leave us or be returned to the awful situation he was in that brought him to us. We're just happy that he's here and we strive to be the best parents he could ever have.
And now that hunting season has begun, husband will be going to Maine with his trusty bow and arrows to the opening of deer season. Using a rifle to "bag" a deer isn't allowed. That will be the week of Thanksgiving. Hopefully he will be successful again this year since I do like red meat and good ol' beef is getting out of my price range. We are still enjoying "Buck" from last year.
I do tend to add beef broth and/or bullion whenever since I'm not that big a fan of "free range deer" but since it's basically free food, I have no problem partaking in the bounty!
Now I'm off to the card store to select the bestest card for the prettiest baby ever. Granddaughter Mia will be celebrating her 1st birthday one week from today. According to her mommy (my youngest baby), she's moving about quite well in her walker and ready to take her first steps. I regret that I can't be there but in another month I will be and that will certainly give me cause de celebre'! Me and my son will whisk off for a glorious 3 days in sunny Florida and I can finally meet my beautiful Mia. She was born nearly 2 months premature but from the pictures I've seen she doesn't look (or act) at all like it! A true blessing, indeed!
Speaking of kid, I was looking forward to her coming home because of some issues that were plaguing her but with help from her fantastic bf, she remains at her current domain. I now look forward to a visit (maybe nest year???) from the deliriously happy couple as I can't wait to meet the man that has stolen my little girl's heart. Anyone that can get her to eat a bite of sushi has to be nothing short of a phenom!
We're all faring rather well here. The weather is getting crisper and while most of the leaves have left the trees, our aspens have finally turned their golden fall hue and continue to quake in the soft breezes. I have a pair of gold dipped aspen leaf earrings that I picked up at Garden of the Gods in Colorado that I wear to celebrate the fall season (as it was fall when we visited Colorado). Too soon it will be Thanksgiving when we'll be baking those apple and pumkin pies and other goodies and sharing it with a houseful of people we're related to.
Next month will also begin the start of another step towards the adoption of our too adorable,albeit autistic, foster son. We were told that the long end of the process would take about six months so we are praying that he will be officially ours before the official start of summer. He does quite well with his therapy and seems to master some of the behaviroal skills he's taught rather quickly. There are pictures all over my house so that he can make his requests since he is basically non-verbal. A very sweet, loving little guy, he is. At this point we are now comfortable with the fact that he's not going to have to leave us or be returned to the awful situation he was in that brought him to us. We're just happy that he's here and we strive to be the best parents he could ever have.
And now that hunting season has begun, husband will be going to Maine with his trusty bow and arrows to the opening of deer season. Using a rifle to "bag" a deer isn't allowed. That will be the week of Thanksgiving. Hopefully he will be successful again this year since I do like red meat and good ol' beef is getting out of my price range. We are still enjoying "Buck" from last year.
I do tend to add beef broth and/or bullion whenever since I'm not that big a fan of "free range deer" but since it's basically free food, I have no problem partaking in the bounty!
Now I'm off to the card store to select the bestest card for the prettiest baby ever. Granddaughter Mia will be celebrating her 1st birthday one week from today. According to her mommy (my youngest baby), she's moving about quite well in her walker and ready to take her first steps. I regret that I can't be there but in another month I will be and that will certainly give me cause de celebre'! Me and my son will whisk off for a glorious 3 days in sunny Florida and I can finally meet my beautiful Mia. She was born nearly 2 months premature but from the pictures I've seen she doesn't look (or act) at all like it! A true blessing, indeed!
Monday, September 24, 2007
I'm Peeved
Yes, I'm peeved. I read all kinds of catalogs and just when I have the $$ to do something new I get shot down. The thing that bothers me is I would like to update my bedroom by getting a new quilt or comforter and when I peruse all the catalogues I have, I can't seem to find anything that's Queen size. Why, why, why do they all have to be full/queen. Not full. Not queen. Full/Queen. As if it were a one size fits all. They fit perfectly on the full size bed but they come up a little short on the sides of the queen size bed. And getting a King size is just way too much for the littl queen. Sheets come is the basic four sizes, why not quilts and comforters??? The only catalogue that seems to come close is LL Bean. So after weeks of shopping around in both stores and catalogues, LL wins. Not my first or sometimes even my second choice but it fits. And what amazes me is that brands like Ralph, Tommy, and Liz charge megabucks for their beautiful designs and still can't manage to come up with a separate, larger than full size, Queen size bedding outfit. And the shams (except for King size) are all standard size. Which means that the queen size pillows I have are currently stuffed into a case or sham that's just a little small. Better this than having an extra yard of material with nothing in it. You'd think that queen size beds are a thing of the past, which full size beds seem to be. And rooms aren't always big enough to accomodate a king size bed. In our old house, maybe but not here. If anyone knows who sells some really nice bedding in numerous pattern selections that's affordable, please let me know. Personally, I think it's a conspiracy of the textile industry.
My other peeve has been the onslaught of celebrity "do-gooders" that all want to tell the world how they are dealing with their austistic children. They all seem to have both time and money to "treat" their child's autism with special diets and miracle drops and powders. They can afford to have chefs and kitchen staff as well as therapists that can be there 24/7. The only thing you don't hear about is the child that is born with autism. Like the children with Fragile X syndrome. What can you tell me about those kids??? We are adopting our foster son and this is his problem. Fragile X. There are no quick fixes, no special foods, nothing to add to his juice to make him "better". Just good old therapy that is allowed him by law as well as special ed when he turns three. Then the school takes over and the therapists he now has are done. Thankfully, he's had one therapist for nearly a year that's been using a lot of the methods usually used for autistic kids to treat what was determined to be a speech delay. He was retested for his delvelopment by a different group and he was determined by them to have much more than a speech delay. And this group referred us to Dartmouth Hitchcock Hospital to have him tested behaviorally. This is where he was diagnosed with autism and the bloodwork done that determined Fragile X. I wish these well meaning movie stars would stop looking only at their own situations and discussing it on Oprah and get the doctors and therapists on these talk shows that can include the kids who are born with this disorder. It doesn't have to be devastating or a horrific setback. Our son is beautiful and active. We work with him everyday. He's beginning to master a lot of skills. He won't be toilet training for quite some time. He still eats a lot of junior baby foods. He doesn't talk. A lot of the things he does are part of being autistic. He wasn't born with a yeast infection (Candida) and it wasn't due to some early innoculations, especially ones containing mercury. There is no quick or miracle cure. He will always be autistic. We can only hope that he will be able to be independent and able to live normally when he grows up. So to the movie stars: Quit whining and then praising yourselves for even having a child with autism that YOU discovered how to treat and how YOU made his life so much better. You are doing NOTHING to help MY child or the countless others with Fragile X or other genetic causes of autism.
Maybe my son will grow up to own a textile factory that makes only queen size bedding!!!
My other peeve has been the onslaught of celebrity "do-gooders" that all want to tell the world how they are dealing with their austistic children. They all seem to have both time and money to "treat" their child's autism with special diets and miracle drops and powders. They can afford to have chefs and kitchen staff as well as therapists that can be there 24/7. The only thing you don't hear about is the child that is born with autism. Like the children with Fragile X syndrome. What can you tell me about those kids??? We are adopting our foster son and this is his problem. Fragile X. There are no quick fixes, no special foods, nothing to add to his juice to make him "better". Just good old therapy that is allowed him by law as well as special ed when he turns three. Then the school takes over and the therapists he now has are done. Thankfully, he's had one therapist for nearly a year that's been using a lot of the methods usually used for autistic kids to treat what was determined to be a speech delay. He was retested for his delvelopment by a different group and he was determined by them to have much more than a speech delay. And this group referred us to Dartmouth Hitchcock Hospital to have him tested behaviorally. This is where he was diagnosed with autism and the bloodwork done that determined Fragile X. I wish these well meaning movie stars would stop looking only at their own situations and discussing it on Oprah and get the doctors and therapists on these talk shows that can include the kids who are born with this disorder. It doesn't have to be devastating or a horrific setback. Our son is beautiful and active. We work with him everyday. He's beginning to master a lot of skills. He won't be toilet training for quite some time. He still eats a lot of junior baby foods. He doesn't talk. A lot of the things he does are part of being autistic. He wasn't born with a yeast infection (Candida) and it wasn't due to some early innoculations, especially ones containing mercury. There is no quick or miracle cure. He will always be autistic. We can only hope that he will be able to be independent and able to live normally when he grows up. So to the movie stars: Quit whining and then praising yourselves for even having a child with autism that YOU discovered how to treat and how YOU made his life so much better. You are doing NOTHING to help MY child or the countless others with Fragile X or other genetic causes of autism.
Maybe my son will grow up to own a textile factory that makes only queen size bedding!!!
Friday, September 7, 2007
My Left Booby
I know I haven't blogged for weeks so here's the latest.
On August 21 I had my left boob removed due to "non-invasive" cancer, along with 2 lymph nodes. And a new boob (implant) was put in it's place. I stayed overnight in the hospital, which was considered "outpatient" according to the insurance company which is all they will pay for. If anyone gets the chance, go to Lifetime.com (the tv station) and sign the petition they have going about "drive by masectomies". It seems that some women only get day surgery and never get to stay in the hospital at all. This type of coverage is becoming more and more the norm with insurance companies where yourself or a family member is expected to give you professional nursing care after your surgery. Next thing you know, organ transplants will be considered "outpatient" care. It'll be likened to having a tooth pulled.
This really pisses me off that so many have to suffer for this and the insurance companies seem to deem themselves the professionals in charge of how much (or how little) care we receive. When I had my children (both by c-section) I spent a week in the hospital. I could hardly walk or stand up straight. Today, a c-section will get you MAYBE 2 days in hospital. Never mind that it usually takes 2 or 3 days for anything to appear with a newborn.
Of course it's ridiculous to pay such high premiums for such lousy service and the hospitals that are "for profit" charge so much it borders on evil.
I think we could all benefit from some type of charging "cap" by hospitals and have some sort of socialized plan so people even with insurance could afford to pay the bills. Which is another thing: The hospital's billing department wastes no time in calling and asking when you plan to pay the bill......they too have no consideration for the sick and recovering (or dying). They just want their money.
I wish I had slipped over the border illegally so I could get free medical care whenever I needed it. Maybe that's another way we could cut down on exorbitant costs that legal residents have to pay. Just let the border patrol do their jobs and keep the illegals out. Period. No excuses. Maybe then we won't have to foot the bills for them and we could afford decent health care and post surgical care.
So rants Amma today.
On August 21 I had my left boob removed due to "non-invasive" cancer, along with 2 lymph nodes. And a new boob (implant) was put in it's place. I stayed overnight in the hospital, which was considered "outpatient" according to the insurance company which is all they will pay for. If anyone gets the chance, go to Lifetime.com (the tv station) and sign the petition they have going about "drive by masectomies". It seems that some women only get day surgery and never get to stay in the hospital at all. This type of coverage is becoming more and more the norm with insurance companies where yourself or a family member is expected to give you professional nursing care after your surgery. Next thing you know, organ transplants will be considered "outpatient" care. It'll be likened to having a tooth pulled.
This really pisses me off that so many have to suffer for this and the insurance companies seem to deem themselves the professionals in charge of how much (or how little) care we receive. When I had my children (both by c-section) I spent a week in the hospital. I could hardly walk or stand up straight. Today, a c-section will get you MAYBE 2 days in hospital. Never mind that it usually takes 2 or 3 days for anything to appear with a newborn.
Of course it's ridiculous to pay such high premiums for such lousy service and the hospitals that are "for profit" charge so much it borders on evil.
I think we could all benefit from some type of charging "cap" by hospitals and have some sort of socialized plan so people even with insurance could afford to pay the bills. Which is another thing: The hospital's billing department wastes no time in calling and asking when you plan to pay the bill......they too have no consideration for the sick and recovering (or dying). They just want their money.
I wish I had slipped over the border illegally so I could get free medical care whenever I needed it. Maybe that's another way we could cut down on exorbitant costs that legal residents have to pay. Just let the border patrol do their jobs and keep the illegals out. Period. No excuses. Maybe then we won't have to foot the bills for them and we could afford decent health care and post surgical care.
So rants Amma today.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
New meanings
It's been one of those days when you have nothing better to do than think up stupid stuff. You do this because you're over stressed and all the important thoughts have taken a toll on your now "full" brain. So while I stopped at the local Dunkin's for some sweet drinks for me and Bubba, I let one go. That's right. I farted. C'mon, now! We all do it but when I do it in front of Bubba (soon to be 14 years old) it's like a competition has begun. Except, this time instead of telling him I farted, I said that I "booty-tooted". That led on to nearly an hour of hilarity with names and meanings that I kept thinking of for the pure pleasure of side splitting laughter. Herewith is some of my new vocabulary:
So says Amma today!
- Booty-toot: fart
- Inserting my toes in your tooter: kick your ass
- Stuffin' toot: anal sex
- toot stuffed: anal retentive
- spreading booty: random sex
So says Amma today!
Friday, August 3, 2007
Lots to Learn
I just got done looking up some stuff about autism. We're fairly certain that our most adorable son is autistic, or rather, has autism spectrum disorder. So I went to the good old web and Holy Crap! was I surprised. There's so much info that by the time I read everything I should instantly be awarded a bachelors degree! So far, I've figured out that a lot of the therapies that are used to teach autistic kids are exactly the same ones that his speech therapist uses. I've also kinda figured out that he's a high functioning autistic which means it's very possible that he can learn enough so that he might even attend college one day. Now all I have to do is get hard working, minimal time for anything dad to read up on this stuff so he'll be informed as well. So I decided to try to print all this stuff out and of course my computer is sloooooooooow and then I had to order ink and blah blah blah. It's been a fun day, but a good learning experience. One that I'll be learning for quite awhile.
Meanwhile, other daughter had an "incident" with her uncle (my brother aka "black sheep") and has now decided that he needs to be in a supervised home of some kind because she can't deal with him anymore. After some discussion about this, I totally agree. He has his medical and physical ailments which include Busch beer so it's not too good having him around baby Mia.
At this point all we can do is say a prayer and wish him well. Elder care is tough, especially when you live in a state that gives you so few resources. At least it's different when you need to take care of a child, then there's tons of stuff for the kids. It's just that the child can't be 62 years old! I just hope my kids would want to take care of me but that I'm not so bad that we can't enjoy each other. Otherwise, put me in a home! Or send me to Sweden where they actually take care of their elderly.....for free! At least I'll finally get to see Sweden, my lifelong travel dream.
Tomorrow it's on to Mass. to celebrate Messy J's 8th birthday with a big cookout and bash at some local park. We'll pick up big brother Bubba on the way and it looks like the weather will be good so we look forward to having a blast. I hear there'll be a clown with balloons which son will be thrilled with so I'm off to bed to rest up for all the driving and fun.
So ends Amma's rants of the day.
Meanwhile, other daughter had an "incident" with her uncle (my brother aka "black sheep") and has now decided that he needs to be in a supervised home of some kind because she can't deal with him anymore. After some discussion about this, I totally agree. He has his medical and physical ailments which include Busch beer so it's not too good having him around baby Mia.
At this point all we can do is say a prayer and wish him well. Elder care is tough, especially when you live in a state that gives you so few resources. At least it's different when you need to take care of a child, then there's tons of stuff for the kids. It's just that the child can't be 62 years old! I just hope my kids would want to take care of me but that I'm not so bad that we can't enjoy each other. Otherwise, put me in a home! Or send me to Sweden where they actually take care of their elderly.....for free! At least I'll finally get to see Sweden, my lifelong travel dream.
Tomorrow it's on to Mass. to celebrate Messy J's 8th birthday with a big cookout and bash at some local park. We'll pick up big brother Bubba on the way and it looks like the weather will be good so we look forward to having a blast. I hear there'll be a clown with balloons which son will be thrilled with so I'm off to bed to rest up for all the driving and fun.
So ends Amma's rants of the day.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Another month
Well, another month has passed by. Nonetheless, Happy August and Happy Birthday to Jessie who turns 8 today. She's the granddaughter who has the same red hair as her aunty along with the same stubborn Swede streak. Big cookout party on Saturday for her. Now I just need to find her something really cool for an 8 year old besides Barbie and Polly Pockets. Maybe it's time we got her interested in reading. Off to the bookstore then!
Huz and I saw the boob guy yesterday and got informed. I also got sized up for implants which huz seemed to enjoy watching. It was actually pretty interesting stuff but we were left wondering that after the new boob is done and doesn't quite match the right one, will we have to pay for "symmetry"? I think it's an option to have a "lift" done to old boob but I don't think insurance will pay and boob guy thinks I'd probably want it done. More $$$ to spend that won't be going to the retirement fund. Now I just need to know how much the tummy tuck is and maybe we can get that done before the 2008 bathing suit season!! And when I win the lottery, I won't care how much I spend.......I'm doing it all!!
Speaking of the lottery: Have you ever been at the store when someone is cashing in on their small lottery winnings and they win like $100 and instead of doing something like buy a week's groceries (they usually look like they could use some food) they just spend it on more lottery tickets???? I once hit it big for just over $500 and I spread the wealth. My grandson was soon to be born so I paid off his mom's layaway of baby stuff, bought more baby stuff and used the rest to buy a few things for the house and for upcoming vacation. I don't even think I bought another lottery ticket right away. People don't realize that instead of narrowing the chances of winning they actually increase (big time) the odds of winning. These are the same people that have a "strategy" when they hit the casinos in Vegas. Any thoughts here??
So ends Amma's rant of the day. Have a fabulous August. Enjoy the rest of summer.
Huz and I saw the boob guy yesterday and got informed. I also got sized up for implants which huz seemed to enjoy watching. It was actually pretty interesting stuff but we were left wondering that after the new boob is done and doesn't quite match the right one, will we have to pay for "symmetry"? I think it's an option to have a "lift" done to old boob but I don't think insurance will pay and boob guy thinks I'd probably want it done. More $$$ to spend that won't be going to the retirement fund. Now I just need to know how much the tummy tuck is and maybe we can get that done before the 2008 bathing suit season!! And when I win the lottery, I won't care how much I spend.......I'm doing it all!!
Speaking of the lottery: Have you ever been at the store when someone is cashing in on their small lottery winnings and they win like $100 and instead of doing something like buy a week's groceries (they usually look like they could use some food) they just spend it on more lottery tickets???? I once hit it big for just over $500 and I spread the wealth. My grandson was soon to be born so I paid off his mom's layaway of baby stuff, bought more baby stuff and used the rest to buy a few things for the house and for upcoming vacation. I don't even think I bought another lottery ticket right away. People don't realize that instead of narrowing the chances of winning they actually increase (big time) the odds of winning. These are the same people that have a "strategy" when they hit the casinos in Vegas. Any thoughts here??
So ends Amma's rant of the day. Have a fabulous August. Enjoy the rest of summer.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Another Day in Blogland
First, thanks to Macoosh and kid for welcoming me and helping me get this blog going. It's nice to know there are actually people at the end of the blog!
Today I played kitchen wench, something I don't often do. Don't get me wrong....I can cook and I can sometimes get creative but today I was on a roll. I baked some kind of berry crumb cobbler thing and then fried up the green peppers and onions. I picked some basil from the garden (OMG! Our 1st garden. Hope I don't turn into earth woman) I made this chicken dish with chopped tomatoes, a fresh zucchini, a can of cream of celery soup and of course the basil. Made some tuna salad for lunches and now I'm pooped. But not too tired to eat. You see, because of my upcoming surgery, I quit smoking a couple weeks ago and I've not been without regular food or chocolate since. I've only gained about 4 pounds so far but I'm waiting until after surgery to start dieting. Maybe I'll throw in some different exercises, too. Toddler chasing has helped me keep my weight in check but I'd like to lose a bit more poundage. And with new titties, I might be more inclined to trim down a bit.
Well, another day has slipped by and I'm ready to turn in. I think we're getting a big t-storm, judging by the sound of thunder not so far off. I don't mind the noise while I try to drift off . I just hate those ginormous thunder claps that sound as though your roof is about to fly off and your're wondering where your ruby slippers are!
So that's all for now. Tomorrow, huz and I see my plastic surgeon (aka "the boob guy") so he can explain in detail all the horrors that I shall endure and who gets to change the dressing with an accent on "sex at this time is probably not conducive to your wife's recovery". At least I hope that's what he says. I think after all this is over, poor huz will welcome changing nuclear diapers any time!
Today I played kitchen wench, something I don't often do. Don't get me wrong....I can cook and I can sometimes get creative but today I was on a roll. I baked some kind of berry crumb cobbler thing and then fried up the green peppers and onions. I picked some basil from the garden (OMG! Our 1st garden. Hope I don't turn into earth woman) I made this chicken dish with chopped tomatoes, a fresh zucchini, a can of cream of celery soup and of course the basil. Made some tuna salad for lunches and now I'm pooped. But not too tired to eat. You see, because of my upcoming surgery, I quit smoking a couple weeks ago and I've not been without regular food or chocolate since. I've only gained about 4 pounds so far but I'm waiting until after surgery to start dieting. Maybe I'll throw in some different exercises, too. Toddler chasing has helped me keep my weight in check but I'd like to lose a bit more poundage. And with new titties, I might be more inclined to trim down a bit.
Well, another day has slipped by and I'm ready to turn in. I think we're getting a big t-storm, judging by the sound of thunder not so far off. I don't mind the noise while I try to drift off . I just hate those ginormous thunder claps that sound as though your roof is about to fly off and your're wondering where your ruby slippers are!
So that's all for now. Tomorrow, huz and I see my plastic surgeon (aka "the boob guy") so he can explain in detail all the horrors that I shall endure and who gets to change the dressing with an accent on "sex at this time is probably not conducive to your wife's recovery". At least I hope that's what he says. I think after all this is over, poor huz will welcome changing nuclear diapers any time!
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Welcome to my blog
I finally decided to "blog it up" and start ranting. Or maybe just start looking for comments to anything I decide to write.
These days Amma has a lot on her mind. Last month, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. But not to worry. It's non-invasive and rather than opt for a lumpectomy, I'll get the whole thing removed and get a new one. I'm finding out more and more about this whole procedure and the fact that insurance covers replacement boobs is awesome! And since my right one may now not look as good as my new left one, the plastic guy will "alter" that one, too. Unfortunately, I can't use the belly fat for replacement due to the c-section scare from so long ago. But I do get a new rack and it will be a little higher than the current one.
So my outlook is positive, even tho my surgeon likes to throw me a slight "curve" once in awhile.
And it'll all be overwith in 3 weeks and then I can get back to being foster mom to a delightful 2 year old that we'll be adopting. I'm nuts and I know it but the kids keep you young and I really hate getting old!
These days Amma has a lot on her mind. Last month, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. But not to worry. It's non-invasive and rather than opt for a lumpectomy, I'll get the whole thing removed and get a new one. I'm finding out more and more about this whole procedure and the fact that insurance covers replacement boobs is awesome! And since my right one may now not look as good as my new left one, the plastic guy will "alter" that one, too. Unfortunately, I can't use the belly fat for replacement due to the c-section scare from so long ago. But I do get a new rack and it will be a little higher than the current one.
So my outlook is positive, even tho my surgeon likes to throw me a slight "curve" once in awhile.
And it'll all be overwith in 3 weeks and then I can get back to being foster mom to a delightful 2 year old that we'll be adopting. I'm nuts and I know it but the kids keep you young and I really hate getting old!
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