Monday, May 24, 2010

too many lists, not enough time!

How does it happen that the items on the to-do list stack up so much faster than I can get them done? When do I just start chucking them out the window before they are even done?

I go in streaks, you know. Sometimes I take care of the high priority things like cruising on Facebook and checking out blogs, and sometimes I sleep. But then the boring jobs pile up until I can't stand it anymore, and then I have to stay up and do them.

Like this weekend coming up, I have a long weekend. I've tried telling myself that I need to relax, and just chill, and maybe get some of that summer reading done. I just don't see that happening. There are just too many things I want to get done.

I bought some bookshelves and a cabinet on an online auction--my new obsession--and I'm rearranging things in my bedroom to make room for the bookshelves. I need a place to keep all the books on my to-read list. The bookshelves are more heavy duty than they appeared on the auction website, which is great! They also appear to have a couple of places where I could add another shelf in there, which would be even better. I have a stack of books waiting to go onto them--I can get my closet cleaned out again and put my new shredder to good use, too. The paper that builds up waiting to be shredded is being fruitful and multiplying in the closet as I write--I promise you it is. Every time I look in there, more paper! Gak. I have nightmares occasionally about being smothered in a huge pile of paper. I wonder what that means.

In spite of my obsession and fascination with organization and sorting, I still collect paper in every nook and cranny in this house. Actually, it is actually the bits of information that I want to save. I am an information junkie. I don't know if there's any hope at all. I think it's an incurable disease. Oh, well. It could be much worse. I'm not sure how, but I'll have to think about it. In the meantime, I'll collect my books and bits on my bedroom bookshelf, and smile as I fall asleep, dreaming about a lovely organized life.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

no more school, no more books... more teacher's dirty looks! School's out, for the summer!!

No, just kidding. Those days are long past. I'm a teacher's pet, now, not the slacker kid who gets comments on her report card, like, "She would be an excellent student, if she would just quit procrastinating!" Well, I can't lie. I do procrastinate, but even if I am down to the wire, I still pull it together. It's just more stressful that way. LOL.

It's actually really fun to be back in school. I always say that I get a little nervous if I'm not learning something new on a regular basis. I think I might want to take sign language after I get done taking my CNET classes. If my honey and I could take it together, how much more fun would that be?! Yes!

I got to take some writing classes just for fun, and a watercolor painting class, too. Now that was some serious fun. (Yes, I know that's an oxymoron...but not really, because I don't mean it that way. Hush up, little voice, and stop picking at me.)

And this is where my girls, if they were reading this, would roll their eyes at me. Aaahahaha!

What will I do with a whole summer full of free evenings??? It delights me to even consider the thought. Read, read, and read some more! I'll post a list of books I want to get through this summer a little later this week.

What fun things do you have planned this summer?

Sunday, May 9, 2010

so nice to be a mom

I'm blessed with laughter, love, family, friends and flowers this Mother's Day. It was an amazing day, and I had a great time. People came over for burgers on the grill and stayed to visit and laugh and talk. They they all disappeared again in a flurry, and now the house is quiet again. I'm sitting here totally content, although I should really be studying for my final in my computer networking class.

Dalorian cracked me up today. He had a little bit of a tummy ache, and I asked him if he wanted a bucket in case he threw up--I knew he threw up yesterday morning, so I thought maybe he was feeling sick again. So he's carrying this bucket around under his chin everywhere, and telling everyone he's trying to throw up. He's wearing it like it's a necklace or something.

And you know how little kids get tired of stuff like that pretty quickly? Not him. He took it everywhere with him. Finally, he was laying on the couch on his tummy, with his feet going up the back of the couch, and his head hanging over the edge of the couch with the bucket right underneath his face. He's four, so he fits that way on the couch.

Jayden, his little brother, is sticking his face next to Dal, trying to figure out what is so fascinating in that bucket. He's the "Me, Too" boy. He doesn't say a lot yet, but he sure doesn't want to be left out. Finally, he climbed up on top of Dal, laid over his back, and was still trying to get a bird's eye view of what Dal was looking at in the bucket. He started sliding forward, and was pushing Dal down into the bucket. Dal was yelling, "Hey! Hey! Get offa me! I'm falling in the bucket!"

He is such a ham.

And then DeeDee yelled, "No, wait!" when Aaron tried to rescue them because she wanted to get a picture first. She ought to be a news photographer. Wait! Don't pull him out of that well, yet. Let me get my picture first. LOL. (Love you, DeeDee!) Kids are great.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

it falls under "noneya"

So a couple of weeks ago, I found a creepy crawly little woodtick embedded halfway into the back of my knee, and I did exactly what they say NOT to do. I pulled it out.

If you think about it, what is anyone going to do when they find a bug with its jaws buried into them up to its shoulders??? I ask you. Who is going to stay reasonable and logical and think, "Hmmmm. I need to find some petroleum jelly and dab it on this tick to see if it will back itself out of my flesh." Right...

If bugs creep you out like they do me, even if you stay calm on the outside, your mind is going to be screaming and making you dance, "GET IT OUT!! GET IT OUT!! NOWWWW!!"

When I pulled it out, there was a huge chunk of my skin still sticking to its front end, so I assumed that there was no head remaining in my leg. I figured I was in the clear. I stuck the tick on a piece of tape, folded it over so it couldn't crawl away anywhere to regroup and bite someone else, and threw the nasty little thing away.

Fast forward to this week, when my honey said to me, "What is wrong with the back of your leg??" And I looked...only to see a huge red blotch where the tick had been. The first thing that flashed into my head was LYME DISEASE!!! We've been finding ticks everywhere lately. It's early for them, but everything is early this spring.

My honey said, "You'd better get in to the doctor. Like now. Like don't go to work this morning, do not pass GO, do not collect $200, just GO." And rolling my eyes, off I went.

Well, the things I learned. I should not have thrown that tick away, first of all. Stick it in an envelope, and write "doctor" on it, he says.

[This guy, by the way, was the one I said I'd never go to again, because when I went in to ask why my ankles were so swollen at the end of every day, he said it was basically because I'm fat. And if I would just get out and do some exercise and lose some weight, it would solve the problem.] He is a genius at stating the obvious, AND of speaking to me like I'm some halfwit.

And then he says, "Well it takes two weeks for your body to develop antibodies to Lyme Disease. It doesn't sound like it's been two weeks yet, but we're going to do a blood test anyway." And surprise, it came back negative. Do you think that he could have decided to wait a week and have me come back in for a blood test instead of doing one that we pretty much already knew the results of? So now, I should watch for symptoms, and if I have any, they will retest. And mind you, he explained it three times, and printed out the information as well. I don't mind if they explain it thoroughly, but shouldn't it at least make sense??

But the medical assistant who did the initial check of blood pressure, pulse, etc., was lacking in the personality department as well. Everything she asked was in the same deadpan tone of voice. I wonder if that in itself didn't make the questions she asked all the more disconcerting.

In fact, they ask some of the most personal questions I've ever heard, and if you think about it, some of them fall completely under "noneya". Do you feel safe in your environment? "Noneya." "Noneya?" "Yeah, noneya. Noneya business." Do you think that if someone were having issues around not feeling safe at home, they would feel safe admitting that to some couldn't-care-less MA asking a bunch of routine questions? I think I understand the idea behind their questioning, but I still don't see that as a place where I would feel safe confiding my problems.

And then, "Are you still having periods?" Noneya. [What in the world does that have to do with a tick bite?] And ditto for the question, "Are you sexually active?" Excuse me? Does the tick care? Really. Do you care? No. It's just a question on a list they tell you to ask. Why? So you can update my record. For whose convenience? Will your clinic rise or fall on the details of what stage I'm at in menopause? Will it matter if I don't answer a question that anyone else wouldn't even think of asking me? Good grief, Charlie Brown!