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The ol’ Update Post

February 5, 2008 By Michele 2 Comments

So.  As always from a longer absence I need to post an update.

Nothing much to report on the kids…  They’re in school, we’re keeping an eye on them and all their issues.  And they are so very much boys.

My parents are still the same.  Mom’s not going to get much better than she is, but I think everyone knows that.  I did speak with them and “forced” them to give me an answer on some things I think are important.  Things like – are you amenable to a nursing home (no,) burial or cremation (not sure – probably cremate,) and life saving measures (use your best judgment.)  I already know about their monetary arrangements for after death.  If they BOTH become really ill, or one of them passes on, I’ll talk to them about putting me on their accounts to make taking care of them easier.  Certainly a morbid conversation, but one that needs to happen when you’re in the sandwich generation.  I’m a planner and a worrier, so this actually put me at ease.  Even though they want me to be the one to make some calls – I’m ok with that, because I know that THEY’RE okay with that.  But in general they’re doing ok.  They have another cruise in April – Lord help me.

Poe’s doing great…  Still working etc.  Nothing of particular note – although he did win some money in a football pool – which he is incredibly excited about.

And me.  hmmm.

Work is going ok.  Had a bit of bad disconcerting news.  I was lined up to take over for my boss when she moves back across the country.  Well, that’s not going to happen now. My boss is staying.  Which is actually good for her, because of some valid things going on in her personal life, but which kind of put the kabash on some of my monetary plans to get me home sooner.  I’m still kind of getting over that.  Plans change.  It was never a concrete deal, but now I have to figure out a different plan of attack.

I now author two other blogs.  One, which you already knew about, Special Needs Kids.  The other one happened during my technical hiatus, Stars Behind Bars.  So, one has social worthiness and the other so does not.  I’m also working on a review blog, which isn’t ready yet, but I’ll let you know when it is, as I plan on doing giveaways and such.

The last bit of news…  Some back story…  over a year ago, I went to the doctor, because my stomach was acting up on a regular basis, which also morphed into chest and arm pain.  I had an abnormal EKG, so I did a stress echo.  My heart was apparently fine.  So, I was diagnosed with acid reflux disease.  I was put on a drug – basically a double dose of prevacid.  Fast forward to about a week ago…  I decided to move to my prescription plan’s mail order plan for those drugs, but needed a new paper prescription in order to get that started.  I called the doctor’s office and he basically said – no.  I mean, yes, he would give me to prescription, but the bottom line is, that should have 1) healed me up, and 2) I shouldn’t have breakthrough pain on it.  So, he sent me to a gastroenterologist.  I have no idea if that’s spelled correctly.  I went.

Let me just put in a little bit of a bitchfest…  I haven’t been able to lose weight.  Eat normal, diet, doesn’t matter, I haven’t lost anything.  When dieting, I’m not cheating.  When not dieting, I’m not overeating, ’cause my stomach simply can’t handle it.  Doesn’t matter.  I tell this to the doctor.  “Losing weight is simply a matter of making a decision.  When a patient say they ‘can’t’ I don’t believe them.  They just haven’t made a decision.”  I wished to smack him.

Anyway…  There’s some pressure on palpation and I shouldn’t have pain on the meds I’m on.  So, on Monday, I will be getting an endoscopy.  Basically, I’ll be asleep, and they’ll pump my stomach full of air, and take a camera down there.  They’re going to look around and see if they see ulcers, lesions, tumors, or bacteria, and they’ll also take a biopsy.  So.  We’ll see how that goes.

That’s the grand update.

typical

January 8, 2008 By Michele Leave a Comment

So Poe and I are home along with Joseph today. So typical. We’ve got the “red gold” as Poe so aptly put it.

of course

January 7, 2008 By Michele Leave a Comment

The first regular week of real time… Work, school, etc.

Joseph woke up today with pink eye.

Of course.

I matter

November 28, 2007 By Michele Leave a Comment

**Please note: this is not a rant on nursing vs. not nursing. So those mothers who have not breastfed (for whatever reason) this is not about your choice. I did both nursing and formula, for different reasons both kids. So, please don’t write about that, because I am NOT revisiting that age-old debate. This isn’t about your choice. It’s about the image of the choice, and what’s being done to it.

I’m important. As a mother, I am worthy, and I count. The natural God-given abilities of my body in feeding my child are just that – natural. Not immoral. Not unethical. Not unhygienic. Not perverse. Not pornographic.

Seriously.

How can we, as a society desensitized to sexual innuendo, images, celebrity, tits, ass, etc. shoved in our faces every day by the media, then go and ban nursing videos as explicit – while still allowing the hot mom’s ass jiggling stripper dance.

Oh, excuse me, the stripper dance you need to certify your age – the nursing video is just banned.

I really really don’t understand it. I mean I’ve talked about how I feel before. I believe modesty and good taste are necessary. I also believe I should be able to feed my kid wherever I see fit – and a public restroom is NOT fit.

Banning nursing videos and images is not okay with me. Lumping those topics in with pornography is not okay with me. Making me feel dirty because I nursed my sons is not okay with me. Banning nursing videos and images while showing Britney’s cooch is not okay with me.

I am a mother. I matter. Don’t make what I do into something dirty when it’s not – perverse when it is not.

Here’s what you can do (copied from the LMJ):

1. Email congressional reps (link to http://www.visi.com/juan/congress/ – enter your zip, and it returns all three addresses/home pages for your location) and Parliament members (link to http://www.canada.gc.ca/directories/direct_e.html – enter your postal code, and it returns addresses/home pages of Parliament members) and ask them to tell YouTube/Google that removal of the video is socially and legally unacceptable.

2. Create a short video (not breastfeeding) that is tagged and titled “Message to YouTube” (feel free to include any other tags, including League of Maternal Justice, Breastfeeding, Health, etc). and tell them what you think about this. Tell them that breastfeeding is NOT obscene

*Updated: We’re going to reload our video (with new music) in the next few days. If you want, hold your Messages to YouTube and you can make them as replies to our Montage! (Thanks Jenn)

YouTube is calling for these videos and we’re more than happy to oblige. Make sure to send us your YouTube video link!

3. Write a post and include these same directions on your own blogs and send us the permalinks (or leave them in the comments).

4. Return to the LMJ call to action post (where permalinks will be linked up) and post/vote for others’ posts on bookmarking sites.

5. Submit our press release to online media outlets and social bookmarking sites (Reddit, Stumbleupon, etc.), get your message boards involved, send to your local reporters, or any national news contacts.

To get more information, got to the League of Maternal Justice.

The Snack Story

November 10, 2007 By Michele Leave a Comment

This may actually totally bore you to tears. But as my journal I have GOT to record this for posterity.

Had Logan’s conference a couple of days ago, and the teacher told us this story as an example of the joy he brings to the classroom.

They count the days they’ve been in school… It’s been something like 48 days now. Each morning, Logan walks into the classroom, greets his teacher, and then proceeds to the back of the classroom where his cubby is. He then opens his backpack, takes out his snack and looks into the snack bag. At which point, no matter what’s going on in the classroom, “MRS. [TEACHER]!!!!! OH MY GOSSSSSHHHHH. I GOT [insert common snack item here] IN MY SNACK!! THAT IS SOOOOOOO COOOOOL!!!”

Every.Single.Morning.

Apparently, the teacher loves his reaction to his snack so much she had him show another teacher (who happens to be Joseph’s teacher from last year.) Why? Because that teacher was having a rough morning, and wanted to give her a smile.

Until a couple of days ago. He came in as normal, goes to the back, and does the daily snack check. This time, however, he sank to the floor, “Oooohhhh Nooooooo.” The teacher said she heard him and just knew that something was wrong, as that is just NOT the reaction he gives to his snack. She actually went to comfort him and find out what was wrong when she heard him. As she put it, “He is just so exuberant that this was a real 9-1-1 moment for him!” Why? The oh-so-dreaded applesauce was in there.

She calmed him down by telling him that he could take it home (“But I don’t want that STUFF in my house!”) and let his daddy know that that’s not what he likes. And he did.

And needless to say, there was no more applesauce in the snack.

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