Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
I I I I
Hilary says "I this and I that." Obama says "I this and I that." I'll take "self-centered" for a 1000, Alex!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
. . .Comet in the Sky: Theodre Rossevelt on Immigration
This is a very interesting quote by Teddy Roosevelt that appearly people forgot. I sure did.
. . .Comet in the Sky: Theodre Rossevelt on Immigration
. . .Comet in the Sky: Theodre Rossevelt on Immigration
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
A letter to Jess
Dear Jess….
My name is Eva (evawebdiva). I was the anonymous commenter on your blog. I don’t know why I chose to be anonymous that day since I’ve answered as me on your blog before. I guess I thought I was sticking my nose into your infertility business.
I found your blog doing a search on Edmond, OK. I live here too. Technically I could be your mom though…that’s the difference in our ages. Unfortunately, I am no one’s mom…. except for our dog – but as you know that’s not quite the same.
I didn’t read the entire Redbook article. I’m sure it talked about a lot of the stuff you already know but you never really know…there could be something of merit that changes your life. And I could have been the one who directed it to you! Stranger things have happened.
My situation is different but the bottom line is, no kids. At forty-eight, that ship has sailed. Unfortunately.
In my early thirties I was pregnant for a couple months but that was all.
The doctors said it was for the best because I was at a high risk. They say a normal healthy woman’s mortality rate is 1 in 10,000; mine was 1 in 20. Now I know, there are woman out there, and this may very well include you, who would take the chance. After a lot of hymning and hawing and asking God for guidance, I decided, I loved my life too much to do so. After a couple more years with birth control, and then problem of heavy-duty fibroids, I went the hysteromy way.
I have a lot of guilt because I didn't trust in God enough. And this might make you mad but in a way, I envy you for having this - this determination of whether or not you become a mother not be YOUR decision. It's really hard when it's YOUR decision (albeit based on medical information) because it was all riding on what I wanted to do. My husband made it my decision. The doctors made it my decision. At the time, I just let time go by and tried to ignore it and then it was what it was...my decision to not put myself in harms way. Alive but childless.
Years have gone by and I have misgivings. I'm never at peace with my decision.
So that is how we are the same and how we are different. Thanks for letting me share. Under the "not so interesting but true" category, if you google images "evawebdiva" it pulls YOU up. Oh, and I think it's great that your friends got your back. Aside from the lite lynching....they all seem like very nice people :). Good luck to you. If you have questions, please ask..or thoughts. :)
My name is Eva (evawebdiva). I was the anonymous commenter on your blog. I don’t know why I chose to be anonymous that day since I’ve answered as me on your blog before. I guess I thought I was sticking my nose into your infertility business.
I found your blog doing a search on Edmond, OK. I live here too. Technically I could be your mom though…that’s the difference in our ages. Unfortunately, I am no one’s mom…. except for our dog – but as you know that’s not quite the same.
I didn’t read the entire Redbook article. I’m sure it talked about a lot of the stuff you already know but you never really know…there could be something of merit that changes your life. And I could have been the one who directed it to you! Stranger things have happened.
My situation is different but the bottom line is, no kids. At forty-eight, that ship has sailed. Unfortunately.
In my early thirties I was pregnant for a couple months but that was all.
The doctors said it was for the best because I was at a high risk. They say a normal healthy woman’s mortality rate is 1 in 10,000; mine was 1 in 20. Now I know, there are woman out there, and this may very well include you, who would take the chance. After a lot of hymning and hawing and asking God for guidance, I decided, I loved my life too much to do so. After a couple more years with birth control, and then problem of heavy-duty fibroids, I went the hysteromy way.
I have a lot of guilt because I didn't trust in God enough. And this might make you mad but in a way, I envy you for having this - this determination of whether or not you become a mother not be YOUR decision. It's really hard when it's YOUR decision (albeit based on medical information) because it was all riding on what I wanted to do. My husband made it my decision. The doctors made it my decision. At the time, I just let time go by and tried to ignore it and then it was what it was...my decision to not put myself in harms way. Alive but childless.
Years have gone by and I have misgivings. I'm never at peace with my decision.
So that is how we are the same and how we are different. Thanks for letting me share. Under the "not so interesting but true" category, if you google images "evawebdiva" it pulls YOU up. Oh, and I think it's great that your friends got your back. Aside from the lite lynching....they all seem like very nice people :). Good luck to you. If you have questions, please ask..or thoughts. :)
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
I want my mommy!
I am sick. My nose is running and I'm coughing and I feel achy all over. I wish my mom was here.
Okay, I know, I know....I should put on my big girl panties and deal with it. After all, it's not like I have cancer or something equally awful. Is it wrong of me to feel sorry for myself even though I know, full well, it could be so much worst? I will recover so I need to quit my belly aching and get on with it.
But still...All I want to do is put my head down and take a nap. I know I shouldn't be at work right now but I have no time left that isn't earmarked for my trip back home in March. As I said before, the system of grouping sick time in with vacation time is just wrong. Everyone who can manage to keep their head up comes to work coughing their brains out because why take off when you're sick? You need to take off when your healthy and can have some fun.
Fun for me right now would be a hot totty (whatever that is), my blankee and spot on the sofa watching reruns of the Golden Girls.
Okay, I know, I know....I should put on my big girl panties and deal with it. After all, it's not like I have cancer or something equally awful. Is it wrong of me to feel sorry for myself even though I know, full well, it could be so much worst? I will recover so I need to quit my belly aching and get on with it.
But still...All I want to do is put my head down and take a nap. I know I shouldn't be at work right now but I have no time left that isn't earmarked for my trip back home in March. As I said before, the system of grouping sick time in with vacation time is just wrong. Everyone who can manage to keep their head up comes to work coughing their brains out because why take off when you're sick? You need to take off when your healthy and can have some fun.
Fun for me right now would be a hot totty (whatever that is), my blankee and spot on the sofa watching reruns of the Golden Girls.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Business Communication
I'm taking my last and final class. It is in Business Communication. Right now we are writing "Bad News" letters. The point of writing them is to first offer a buffer to cushion the blow, then give some reasons for the bad news, then the bad news , then some kind of alternative and positive good will ending.
Okay. We had an example where the management of our company wanted to cancel dress-down Fridays because production was down, people were goofing off, customers were complaining and absentism was up.
Now I can not find a buffer. I racked my brain to find one and it just wasn't happening. After we were given 15 minutes to work on this, the teacher asked for someone to read his/her example. One kid wrote a nice memo and the teacher loved his buffer....where management was praising the workers for making the company just a good company and to me this is such bullshit. If I were to read this memo from my mamagement, and it was filled with self serving rambling about what a great company we were and happy they were to have us, only to turn around and blast me because some people on staff were goofing off, I'd feel cheated. I'd be saying, "Oh, cut the bullshit, will ya."
I don't agree with business writing....that you have to treat your audience like they're morans or with kid gloves. I've said this before, those of us in an office environment who treat the bosses like the sun rises for them only are doing themselves a disservice. They are enabling bad behavior. To me that's just wrong.
But life goes on.
Okay. We had an example where the management of our company wanted to cancel dress-down Fridays because production was down, people were goofing off, customers were complaining and absentism was up.
Now I can not find a buffer. I racked my brain to find one and it just wasn't happening. After we were given 15 minutes to work on this, the teacher asked for someone to read his/her example. One kid wrote a nice memo and the teacher loved his buffer....where management was praising the workers for making the company just a good company and to me this is such bullshit. If I were to read this memo from my mamagement, and it was filled with self serving rambling about what a great company we were and happy they were to have us, only to turn around and blast me because some people on staff were goofing off, I'd feel cheated. I'd be saying, "Oh, cut the bullshit, will ya."
I don't agree with business writing....that you have to treat your audience like they're morans or with kid gloves. I've said this before, those of us in an office environment who treat the bosses like the sun rises for them only are doing themselves a disservice. They are enabling bad behavior. To me that's just wrong.
But life goes on.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Do people caulk their ceiling?
Do you caulk the wall/ceiling area of your bathroom in the shower area? I think I need to do this. Hum?
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Cement in my Spine
My doctor tells me today I will need to have a procedure done on my compressed fracture of my L3 where they inject cement into it. It's called:
vertebroplasty. It sounds awful but I've been reading that there is a good chance of positive relief.
vertebroplasty. It sounds awful but I've been reading that there is a good chance of positive relief.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
On Love and Death
Everything that could be written on love and death has already been said. There are no original ideas left...just the reiteration with maybe a new background.
Basically, if you've experience the death of a loved one...well, it just sucks. It's been almost two years since I lost my momma (gee, was it at the Mall of America? How funny we say "lost" when we mean "ripped from our lives.") I still can't wrap my mind around the idea that I will never see her again...until....death do us reunit.
I talk to her a lot and I believe that she talks back to me in sudtle ways without words. Sometimes I see her in my dreams. Sometimes it's just a presence in the room and I talk to it thinking it is my husband only to find out he's in the back bedroom.
She died in May 06 and the following September a petunia grew under the hedges in the front window. I didn't plant it there, it just grew on its own. I swear it is my mom.
When there was no hope I'd get on an overbooked plane in Atlanta this past August; after being told the plane was overbooked with seven people ahead of me on standby, my name was called to board, I knew it was divine intervention...Mom got me on that plane.
When a person you're at odds with loses a parent, especially a mom, all feelings of comtempt are gone. They are with me. I know how much this sucks and no matter how much I hurt over whatever it was that made me at odds with that person....it's gone. Vanished. Almost as quickly as the anger I had at my mom for not being the perfect Mom much of my life. After losing her...it just faded away.
Basically, if you've experience the death of a loved one...well, it just sucks. It's been almost two years since I lost my momma (gee, was it at the Mall of America? How funny we say "lost" when we mean "ripped from our lives.") I still can't wrap my mind around the idea that I will never see her again...until....death do us reunit.
I talk to her a lot and I believe that she talks back to me in sudtle ways without words. Sometimes I see her in my dreams. Sometimes it's just a presence in the room and I talk to it thinking it is my husband only to find out he's in the back bedroom.
She died in May 06 and the following September a petunia grew under the hedges in the front window. I didn't plant it there, it just grew on its own. I swear it is my mom.
When there was no hope I'd get on an overbooked plane in Atlanta this past August; after being told the plane was overbooked with seven people ahead of me on standby, my name was called to board, I knew it was divine intervention...Mom got me on that plane.
When a person you're at odds with loses a parent, especially a mom, all feelings of comtempt are gone. They are with me. I know how much this sucks and no matter how much I hurt over whatever it was that made me at odds with that person....it's gone. Vanished. Almost as quickly as the anger I had at my mom for not being the perfect Mom much of my life. After losing her...it just faded away.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Friday, February 08, 2008
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
No wonder my foot hurts
When I dropped the can of soup on my foot, I had no idea why it hurt so bad. The I looked at the can.
It was fully loaded!
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Saturday, February 02, 2008
It can always be worse
When I complain about stupid things, like the way some people make me feel inferior (Okay I ALLOW them to make me feel inferior, whatever) I know it's not the worse thing in the world. Yes, it's insignifant to a lot of people. Yes it could be worse, but right now it's pissing me off and I need to vent. I suppose I need to choose my sounding board a little more carefully...it's silly on my part to spill my woes to someone who finds it a challenge to get out of bed.
So I have learned by lesson and I'm finally letting it go. So let's move on.
So I have learned by lesson and I'm finally letting it go. So let's move on.
Friday, February 01, 2008
Weather Woes
If there is one thing that makes me nuts living in Oklahoma, it is the temperature variations For example this morning it was 13 degrees! Yes! Thirteen! Of course you bundle up. This afternoon it was 58! YEAH A 45 DEGREE DIFFERENCE!
In Western NY if it starts out at 13, you're lucky to see the 30's during the afternoon. And this makes sense to me.
But now, fortunately I have learned to expect the big swings. I heavy coated it on the drive to work but wore a hoodie under it and carried the coat on the way home. It just seems like a freak of mother nature to have this big difference...like a meteorological bipolar disorder.
In Western NY if it starts out at 13, you're lucky to see the 30's during the afternoon. And this makes sense to me.
But now, fortunately I have learned to expect the big swings. I heavy coated it on the drive to work but wore a hoodie under it and carried the coat on the way home. It just seems like a freak of mother nature to have this big difference...like a meteorological bipolar disorder.
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