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It is a long standing pastime to go and take in a movie. I have done it I will do it but I will not suggest it or be thrilled to do it. I dislike movie theaters. The reason? Lice.
Long ago my dad had a lot of business trips my mother and I went with him. One such trip was to Pittsburgh, PA and then to DC. Pittsburgh was not my favorite city. But that is neither here nor there. One thing that they had was the Carnegie Science Center...and there was an IMAX theater. We went in and saw a movie.. Several days later my head started to itch. My mother chalked it up to stress as I was a high strung kid.
Upon returning home it was discovered that I had lice. I was mortified. It was awful. Mind you I had hair that was well past my bottom and getting the nits out of it was quite a chore. My parents spent several hours picking through my hair on the patio.
This was particularly rough because my mother is a clean freak...a typical operating room would maybe possibly pass muster if she were in a generous mood.
So it was suggested that I got lice from the IMAX theater..thus I do not enjoy movies out.
who knew???
That fish can lose parts of their tails when stressed. I am assuming it is like hair loss in humans when stressed...
What ever it is or is not like I went up and fed Uj and F and noticed that UJ seemed to have torn his tail. I commented on it to my mother and she said 'oh yea!! then the can get tail rot' (is that fishy style gangrene??) She also told me that I can get medication should he (truth be told I have no idea if UJ should be AJ....and how would one tell??) come down with this ailment. Somehow I do not think it is likely that I will be buy medicine for a .12 gold fish.
So here is hoping that UJ can destress and hopefully regrow his tail.
What ever it is or is not like I went up and fed Uj and F and noticed that UJ seemed to have torn his tail. I commented on it to my mother and she said 'oh yea!! then the can get tail rot' (is that fishy style gangrene??) She also told me that I can get medication should he (truth be told I have no idea if UJ should be AJ....and how would one tell??) come down with this ailment. Somehow I do not think it is likely that I will be buy medicine for a .12 gold fish.
So here is hoping that UJ can destress and hopefully regrow his tail.
CRISIS
Monday, January 26, 2009
Sitting at the table eating...enjoying a free pop...then the peace was shattered....a piercing shriek...I ran up stairs...Princess managed to knock the dresser over and with it 2 fish tanks. Thankfully no one was seriously hurt. (except potentially the fish UJ prognosis is cautiously optimistic).
2 gallons of scummy fish water all over a kids bedroom and toys is a lot of water. And stinky water at that. That is raining down into the laundry room...ewwwwwwww.
So upon arrival at the scene of the accident I did a 'scene survey' and ascertained that Princess was trapped under the dresser, Stinky was on the bed and there were 2 fish MIA. Princess was freed. Princess was examined for physical injuries. The damage seemed to be limited psychological trauma. Children were deposited in bath tub to wash off fish water.
Aside: did you know that catching fish when flopping around is hard..especially when holding a baby??
Fish caught and put in cup as temporary containment. Clean-up begins...gravel, fish food, and gross fish water were EVERYWHERE. We will be finding gravel for months.
It was a miracle that neither of the glass tanks broke and no one was seriously injured.
Tanks were cleaned and put back together...fish re inserted in watery home. UJ (the fish) flopped to the bottom of the tank and assumed a decidedly depressing pose. Princess realized that he may die. She wept for him. She kissed his tank and told him that she loved him.
All joking a side seeing her obvious affection and concern for the fish melted me. She is so sensitive to the suffering of others-even fish.
So I will check on the fish periodically and hope for his recovery and hope that mortality has not caught up with dear UJ
2 gallons of scummy fish water all over a kids bedroom and toys is a lot of water. And stinky water at that. That is raining down into the laundry room...ewwwwwwww.
So upon arrival at the scene of the accident I did a 'scene survey' and ascertained that Princess was trapped under the dresser, Stinky was on the bed and there were 2 fish MIA. Princess was freed. Princess was examined for physical injuries. The damage seemed to be limited psychological trauma. Children were deposited in bath tub to wash off fish water.
Aside: did you know that catching fish when flopping around is hard..especially when holding a baby??
Fish caught and put in cup as temporary containment. Clean-up begins...gravel, fish food, and gross fish water were EVERYWHERE. We will be finding gravel for months.
It was a miracle that neither of the glass tanks broke and no one was seriously injured.
Tanks were cleaned and put back together...fish re inserted in watery home. UJ (the fish) flopped to the bottom of the tank and assumed a decidedly depressing pose. Princess realized that he may die. She wept for him. She kissed his tank and told him that she loved him.
All joking a side seeing her obvious affection and concern for the fish melted me. She is so sensitive to the suffering of others-even fish.
So I will check on the fish periodically and hope for his recovery and hope that mortality has not caught up with dear UJ
I am sorry...
I have the best kids ever. Sorry. I got them. They are great. I am so immensely proud of them all.
After suffering with a migraine Princess told her brother that they should go play downstairs so momma could rest. She told him I had an owie in my head and resting would help...he came over to kiss my head to make it feel better. She then asked me to carry #3 downstairs. I did I went back up stairs and listened to them play soooooo nicely.
My children are the best ever.
After suffering with a migraine Princess told her brother that they should go play downstairs so momma could rest. She told him I had an owie in my head and resting would help...he came over to kiss my head to make it feel better. She then asked me to carry #3 downstairs. I did I went back up stairs and listened to them play soooooo nicely.
My children are the best ever.
Country or City
Sunday, January 25, 2009
I like both...I am not totally happy where we are now..which led me to think exactly what I would look for in my 'ideal' living situation.
-I want a huge front porch (that would ideally face west)
-I want to have a horse- I miss riding. I miss the wind, the smell, the horses, being up on a horse brings me peace- the best job I ever had was teaching riding.
-I want flowers and vegetables- growing my own reminds me of my grandfather.
-I want to be able to feel safe
-I want goats and sheep and chickens- maybe even a cow. I like knowing where my food comes from...
-I want a tree swing for the kids
all of this leads me to think that I want to live in the country. I like knowing my neighbors. The problems??
I hate driving. To live in the country would mean that you do not 'run out' anywhere...it is always a trip.
Doctors..If need be a firehouse is down the street from my house..and yes I have called 911 2x since we have been in this house.
food- i love ethnic food. real thai, real indian, real italian and if I want it I do not want to sub some sub par chain for good food. Heck even here I have not found 'the place' for half of my ethnic food cravings.
museums/libraries- I would miss them. So would the kids. We go to way to many museums
So where should we live?? Country or city??? any ideas??
-I want a huge front porch (that would ideally face west)
-I want to have a horse- I miss riding. I miss the wind, the smell, the horses, being up on a horse brings me peace- the best job I ever had was teaching riding.
-I want flowers and vegetables- growing my own reminds me of my grandfather.
-I want to be able to feel safe
-I want goats and sheep and chickens- maybe even a cow. I like knowing where my food comes from...
-I want a tree swing for the kids
all of this leads me to think that I want to live in the country. I like knowing my neighbors. The problems??
I hate driving. To live in the country would mean that you do not 'run out' anywhere...it is always a trip.
Doctors..If need be a firehouse is down the street from my house..and yes I have called 911 2x since we have been in this house.
food- i love ethnic food. real thai, real indian, real italian and if I want it I do not want to sub some sub par chain for good food. Heck even here I have not found 'the place' for half of my ethnic food cravings.
museums/libraries- I would miss them. So would the kids. We go to way to many museums
So where should we live?? Country or city??? any ideas??
Observations on adoption
Saturday, January 24, 2009
I am far from an expert on adoption and in my limited experience with adoption and the people involved I have been impressed.
A family who lived near me as a child adopted twice from India, a former boyfriend and his sister were adopted, a friend has a adopted twice from Asia, and a few other acquaintances have been involved in some way or another with adoptions.
Recently a family I know has decided to pursue adoption. The would be grandparents are less than enthusiastic- questioning the bond, the reasons, several different things. I was confused and hurt for her. I am of the belief that families are made is several ways. What makes a family is not how people came to be a part of it but the common love that is shared. Their reaction in fact made me pretty sad- children need a loving home.
On the few occasions I have had to observe adoptive parents with their children I have been struck with the dedication that the parents have to the children and the love shared between them. These parents are parents in every respect and have obviously been dedicated to being parents as the adoption process is usually quite long and drawn out.
A family who lived near me as a child adopted twice from India, a former boyfriend and his sister were adopted, a friend has a adopted twice from Asia, and a few other acquaintances have been involved in some way or another with adoptions.
Recently a family I know has decided to pursue adoption. The would be grandparents are less than enthusiastic- questioning the bond, the reasons, several different things. I was confused and hurt for her. I am of the belief that families are made is several ways. What makes a family is not how people came to be a part of it but the common love that is shared. Their reaction in fact made me pretty sad- children need a loving home.
On the few occasions I have had to observe adoptive parents with their children I have been struck with the dedication that the parents have to the children and the love shared between them. These parents are parents in every respect and have obviously been dedicated to being parents as the adoption process is usually quite long and drawn out.
My Husband
Thursday, January 22, 2009
I miss him so much. I wish he were here.
I miss putting my head in the spot that was a little under his shoulder and on his chest. I always would be on his left side listening to his heart. His arm would drape around me and rest on my tummy. He would let his hand touch my stomach and he liked the way three pregnancies had changed me as much as I hate it.
I miss putting my head in the spot that was a little under his shoulder and on his chest. I always would be on his left side listening to his heart. His arm would drape around me and rest on my tummy. He would let his hand touch my stomach and he liked the way three pregnancies had changed me as much as I hate it.
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