Good Evening Humble Readers! Some long weekend randomness for you...
Something might seem kind of odd, but it's really rather cool. Early this year, Dad C had spent a big chunk of change on some new hearing aids. One of the granddaughters (she's now in her early 20's) was born with only 10% hearing in one ear. I don't know all the whys and wherefores as to why nothing has been done for her hearing up to this point, but something has been done now. Mom C made arrangements with Dad's audiologist and now my Beloved's niece is the proud owner of a top of the line hearing aid. It only took an hour or so to reset it for her needs, and now she has perfect hearing.
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Is there anything more gratifying than a shiny clean kitchen?
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Remember those bugs I told you all about the other day? The ones that had no respect for personal space? Well, they left their marks. I'm covered in bug bites... in not nice places. (ok, not THERE... get your minds out of the gutter!) But, yes, I was wearing a skirt. *sigh*
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I'm off from work tomorow, so I'm going to tackle the bathroom. Including the frightening abyss that is the cupboard under the sink. And I'm going to fix that dang toilet! How's that for motivation?
Monday, September 7, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Bugs in my Bra
Today was Dad C's memorial service.
It was hard and good and funny and sad and enjoyable and heartbreaking and just how it should have been.
Mom C thought she was being generous when she told the curling club and the ladies catering the lunch that we would expect 150 people. There were 250 at least! Standing room only, to celebrate an incredibly great man.
We had a table display of some of Dad's sports memorabilia (including a pair of hockey skates that had been sharpened so many times that there was nothing of the blade left), some picture displays (Dad was really built back in the day... all that hockey, baseball, and curling!), and some beautiful flowers. I couldn't spend much time looking at the memorial table initially. It was just too hard. But I really loved the pictures.
My Beloved was the emcee for the service, and I think he did an incredible job. I was so impressed with how strong he was through it all. My BIL, D (the oldest) read a poem he wrote for Dad for his 60th birthday, and BIL K (married to my Beloved's sister, P) gave the eulogy.
One of the highlights of the service was when a woman came up to share some memories of Dad... she is the mother of a now rather highly ranked Canadian curler (who, I think, has some high olympic hopes). She shared about Dad's influence on her son's life, about how Dad inspired her boy to take up curling and how he coached the boy for years. It was really special to hear her appreciation for all Dad did for junior curlers in the community.
After the service and the lunch, when we were all emotionally spent and extremely overheated from the crowded room, we went back to Mom's house (man it's weird to call it that). Several members of the extended family joined us for the afternoon and evening. There were a few occasions that I had to remind myself that Dad wasn't going to walk around the corner tinkling the ice in his glass of pep.si.
Later in the afternoon, the wine was poured and we all started to get a little goofy. My Beloved's family are happy drunks (not that they are drunks... but they get silly when they have had a few) and it got a little loud. We were inside and outside... fighting over lawnchairs, watching people play 'the golf ball game' (I don't know what it's called, but its pretty popular around here as an outdoor game).
In Mom and Dad's yard there are a couple of trees that at this time of year, are loaded with inedible berries. Because of all these berries, there are a lot of aphids.
Now, when I say a lot, I mean A LOT! They were everywhere. We were all covered in them. They were all over my hair, my shirt, occassionally crawling up under my skirt, in my drink and, as the title of this post suggests, down my shirt and in my bra. We have been home for almost an hour and I still feel itchy.
At one point, I made a comment to one of my tipsy SIL about the bugs crawling up my legs and down my bra and that was it... we were all killing ourselves laughing. I was extremely red in the face (altho that was probably the wine).
It felt good to laugh like that with the family... and I know that Dad would approve.
It was hard and good and funny and sad and enjoyable and heartbreaking and just how it should have been.
Mom C thought she was being generous when she told the curling club and the ladies catering the lunch that we would expect 150 people. There were 250 at least! Standing room only, to celebrate an incredibly great man.
We had a table display of some of Dad's sports memorabilia (including a pair of hockey skates that had been sharpened so many times that there was nothing of the blade left), some picture displays (Dad was really built back in the day... all that hockey, baseball, and curling!), and some beautiful flowers. I couldn't spend much time looking at the memorial table initially. It was just too hard. But I really loved the pictures.
My Beloved was the emcee for the service, and I think he did an incredible job. I was so impressed with how strong he was through it all. My BIL, D (the oldest) read a poem he wrote for Dad for his 60th birthday, and BIL K (married to my Beloved's sister, P) gave the eulogy.
One of the highlights of the service was when a woman came up to share some memories of Dad... she is the mother of a now rather highly ranked Canadian curler (who, I think, has some high olympic hopes). She shared about Dad's influence on her son's life, about how Dad inspired her boy to take up curling and how he coached the boy for years. It was really special to hear her appreciation for all Dad did for junior curlers in the community.
After the service and the lunch, when we were all emotionally spent and extremely overheated from the crowded room, we went back to Mom's house (man it's weird to call it that). Several members of the extended family joined us for the afternoon and evening. There were a few occasions that I had to remind myself that Dad wasn't going to walk around the corner tinkling the ice in his glass of pep.si.
Later in the afternoon, the wine was poured and we all started to get a little goofy. My Beloved's family are happy drunks (not that they are drunks... but they get silly when they have had a few) and it got a little loud. We were inside and outside... fighting over lawnchairs, watching people play 'the golf ball game' (I don't know what it's called, but its pretty popular around here as an outdoor game).
In Mom and Dad's yard there are a couple of trees that at this time of year, are loaded with inedible berries. Because of all these berries, there are a lot of aphids.
Now, when I say a lot, I mean A LOT! They were everywhere. We were all covered in them. They were all over my hair, my shirt, occassionally crawling up under my skirt, in my drink and, as the title of this post suggests, down my shirt and in my bra. We have been home for almost an hour and I still feel itchy.
At one point, I made a comment to one of my tipsy SIL about the bugs crawling up my legs and down my bra and that was it... we were all killing ourselves laughing. I was extremely red in the face (altho that was probably the wine).
It felt good to laugh like that with the family... and I know that Dad would approve.
Friday, September 4, 2009
One Lovely Blog Award
My lovely bloggy friend Mai over at Salvagable gave me this lovely award last week. Thank you, lovely lady!
I think when I initially saw this lovely award making it's way around the blogsosphere, one of the requirements was to award it to twelve or fifteen lovely bloggy folks. And I think they were supposed to be lovely new blogs. Or at least new to you... hmmmm.... herein lies a not so lovely conundrum.
Most of my lovely bloggy friends have already had this award, so who do I pass it on to?
So, while this list is not twelve or fifteen blogs long, and they are not lovely new bloggers or even all that new to me, I think these lovely bloggy friends are wonderful and deserve to have their loveliness recognized.
- Serendipity at Exploring Chaos! This lovely lady has recently quit her job and made a huge move from England home to Australia, all while in the first half of her pregnancy. Talk about brave!
- Wise Guy at Woman Anyone! This lovely lady has recently been jerked around by AF but is now at the beginning of a medicated cycle. Keep your fingers crossed and send lots of good thoughts and prayers!
- Sunflowerchilde at A Little Hope! This lovely lady has just had knee surgery and will soon be starting her first round of IVF. Talk about one thing coming right after another! Stop by and send her something to smile about!
- Alana at Alana-isms! This lovely lady is a teacher and is in the midst of a very busy time of year! She also has a lovely little girl who is hilarious! Swing by and cheer her on!
- Lindsay (aka The Steadfast Warrior) at Destined to Be An Old Woman With No Regrets! This lovely lady is only a couple of weeks away from mat leave and is frantically trying to train her lovely replacement! Stop by and let her know that she's in the home stretch!
I think everyone on that list over there on the right is pretty darn lovely and have great stories to tell! If there's someone you don't know, click over and check them out! Lovely!
BTW, while you're checking out the sidebars... check out that countdown clock on the left! Only 12 days!!!! Guess who's excited?
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Show & Tell: The Smushed Fertility Goddess
Good Evening Humble Readers...
To the untrained eye it's an odd little piece of clay. Only a few inches tall, with the aged look of something that has been handled and cherished for centuries, this little goddess has worked her 'magic' for Lindsay and maybe she will work for me. I hope to be able to pass her along to someone else in need someday in the not terribly distant future.
I meant to post this over a week ago, but recent events prevented me from finishing the post. In fact, I have even been remiss in thanking the sender of my Show & Tell item.
Lindsay (aka the Steadfast Warrior) sent me a lovely gift. She sent me her smushed fertility goddess! To learn more about how this lovely little object came into existance, check out this post.
To the untrained eye it's an odd little piece of clay. Only a few inches tall, with the aged look of something that has been handled and cherished for centuries, this little goddess has worked her 'magic' for Lindsay and maybe she will work for me. I hope to be able to pass her along to someone else in need someday in the not terribly distant future.Thank you, Lindsay! I love her... she's lovely and I thank you so much for the gift!
Don't forget to stop by Mel's place to check out what the rest of the class is showing this week!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Lessons Learned During The Break
Good Evening Humble Readers...
It's been a crazy week. My Beloved and I thank you so much for all your support. Each day brings it's own challenges, but we and Mom C, and the rest of the family are making it through.
In the midst of all this, time has flown... and I can officially say that our ttc break is over. Granted, I'm on the downward slope toward AF, but as soon as she's packed her bags, we are back to the baby-making, or my favourite new ttc abbreviation... GOF (goal oriented f.... well, you get the idea).
While it wasn't intentional when we booked our trip way back in February, the timing is impeccable. Prime baby making time falls right in the middle of our trip.
Honestly, I feel like we've been on a break since the m/c in January, with all the testing and procedures. I am trying not to put a lot of pressure on either of us, but I'm ready for this to happen soon.
To that end, we have made a few decisions. First up, if we are not pregnant by Christmas, then we are going to push for more intensive testing. And if we do get pregnant, and the unbearable should happen again, then we obviously will be looking at our options. One thing we absolutely agree on is that IVF is not for us. We may consider IUI, but that is still uncertain. Tentatively, we have set next summer as when we will start talking seriously about adoption.
This break time has taught me a few things... or perhaps reminded me of things I knew before ttc and m/c's overtook my life.
It's been a crazy week. My Beloved and I thank you so much for all your support. Each day brings it's own challenges, but we and Mom C, and the rest of the family are making it through.
In the midst of all this, time has flown... and I can officially say that our ttc break is over. Granted, I'm on the downward slope toward AF, but as soon as she's packed her bags, we are back to the baby-making, or my favourite new ttc abbreviation... GOF (goal oriented f.... well, you get the idea).
While it wasn't intentional when we booked our trip way back in February, the timing is impeccable. Prime baby making time falls right in the middle of our trip.
Honestly, I feel like we've been on a break since the m/c in January, with all the testing and procedures. I am trying not to put a lot of pressure on either of us, but I'm ready for this to happen soon.
To that end, we have made a few decisions. First up, if we are not pregnant by Christmas, then we are going to push for more intensive testing. And if we do get pregnant, and the unbearable should happen again, then we obviously will be looking at our options. One thing we absolutely agree on is that IVF is not for us. We may consider IUI, but that is still uncertain. Tentatively, we have set next summer as when we will start talking seriously about adoption.
This break time has taught me a few things... or perhaps reminded me of things I knew before ttc and m/c's overtook my life.
- I love my Beloved more than I could ever thought possible.
- I have reserves of strength that I didn't know were there
- I can survive heartbreak
- Patience really is a virtue.
and...
- My (blankety blank) boobs hurt during my lp EVERY (blankety blank) time, so I will not fall for that old bait and switch trick that my cycle plays on me!
- AF can arrive without me pee-ing on a stick first!
So, off we go... and who knows? Maybe we'll come home from NYC with an extra special souvenir.
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