One piece of advice: Don't Do It!
Or in my case, decide yourself not to do it.
I had been on a particular medicine for my thyroid for about 2 years. It is a pretty small dose, and so I decided about 2 months ago that I didn't need it anymore. It does cost money every month. Why should we spend that $10 on medicine when I could go to Subway or something?
It seems like a harmless idea, yet with so many bad consequences.
Lately I have been gaining weight, feeling tired, and having headaches, among other things. I finally decided to go to the doctor today because the tips of my fingers have been going numb at random intervals.
It's all connected to the 50 micrograms of medicine I am not taking anymore.
As of today, I am back on the medicine.
I'll still go to Subway =)
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
The six year old
I realized today that my six year old is smarter than I am. Not in everything, she can't run Quickbooks or anything. Come to think of it, she might could now that I think of it. I've just never let her try.
Anyway, back on topic here, she is learning quite a lot at school these days. I was talking to her yesterday and she says out of the blue, "Hey mom, did you know we conjugate Latin in opening exercises? Amo Amas Aman Amamos Amantis Amant. At least I think that's what she said, I don't actually know Latin. She then proceeded to conjugate 4 or 5 other verbs and ended saying "we say more but I can't remember them right now."
I'm thinking: 'Is she kidding? I don't even remember the ones she just conjugated 5 seconds ago.'
But of course I say, "That's great honey. Keep practicing."
It's not just Latin.
She dissected an english sentence the other day. Now, english just may have been my weakest subject in school, but she's 6 people. Can she really know more than me in this subject too?
Oh Yes. The answer is resoundingly Yes.
The Sentence: The small puppy ran fast in the sun.
The breakdown. From the 6 uear old.
"The small puppy ran fast in the sun.
Who or What ran fast? The puppy. Subject noun SN.
The puppy did what? Ran. Verb V.
How did the puppy run? Fast. Adverb. AV.
What describes the puppy? Small. Adjective. ADJ.
Where did the puppy run? In the sun. In. Preposition prep. Sun. Object of the Preposition. OP.
The. Article Adjective. A.
The small puppy ran fast in the sun. Declaritive. Period.
At least I think that is what she said. Do you know what's really sad? I had to use her homework to re-create this blog post.
Anyway, back on topic here, she is learning quite a lot at school these days. I was talking to her yesterday and she says out of the blue, "Hey mom, did you know we conjugate Latin in opening exercises? Amo Amas Aman Amamos Amantis Amant. At least I think that's what she said, I don't actually know Latin. She then proceeded to conjugate 4 or 5 other verbs and ended saying "we say more but I can't remember them right now."
I'm thinking: 'Is she kidding? I don't even remember the ones she just conjugated 5 seconds ago.'
But of course I say, "That's great honey. Keep practicing."
It's not just Latin.
She dissected an english sentence the other day. Now, english just may have been my weakest subject in school, but she's 6 people. Can she really know more than me in this subject too?
Oh Yes. The answer is resoundingly Yes.
The Sentence: The small puppy ran fast in the sun.
The breakdown. From the 6 uear old.
"The small puppy ran fast in the sun.
Who or What ran fast? The puppy. Subject noun SN.
The puppy did what? Ran. Verb V.
How did the puppy run? Fast. Adverb. AV.
What describes the puppy? Small. Adjective. ADJ.
Where did the puppy run? In the sun. In. Preposition prep. Sun. Object of the Preposition. OP.
The. Article Adjective. A.
The small puppy ran fast in the sun. Declaritive. Period.
At least I think that is what she said. Do you know what's really sad? I had to use her homework to re-create this blog post.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
WalMart woes
So I went to WalMart today. Saturday.
Big Mistake.
I am a capitalist. Therefore, I am generally not one of the "WalMart Haters." You know, the ones who say WalMart is everything that is wrong with America because it is putting the little guy out of business. I believe that if people really wanted to shop somewhere else, they would. Sam Walton isn't holding a gun to anyone's head (that I am aware of, I don't actually know him.) I have had the "WalMart-is-satan-incarnate" discussion with people that say in the very next breath "but you know, its cheaper, so I just ran in to get a few things." ?????????????? I tell you what, that's standing up for what you believe in.
Anyway, I drift away from the main point. What was it again? Oh yeah.....
So I pull into the parking lot. I think I count a bizillion cars, only 152 of which are parked. The others are driving slowly down each and every lane. I assume that this is so they can get the parking spot that requires a 5 foot walk to the door. Never mind that the store itself is two football fields long.
Being one of those people who doesn't mind walking (let's burn the cookie off I had last night) I hurry into the store. Oh, I forgot to mention I was in a hurry.
BIG BIG mistake. Never go to WalMart if you are in a hurry. On Saturday.
I think that everyone in Chattanooga was inside that store (except the people searching for parking spots of course) So I hurry off to find my 4 list items. They were all in the same general section.
25 minutes later.....(seriously) I am standing at the checkout. People really need to learn what "get the he** out of my way" means. (Ha ha, I of course would never say that, it is an old Friends flashback......that I would remember....if I watched that show....which of course I don't. =)
20 minutes after that.....(really, I'm not joking) I am checking out. It didn't help that they only had 3 checkout lanes open. Why is it that when I am in there at 10 am on Wednesday every freaking checkout is open? It must be one of those oddities of nature.
Finally, nearly 1 hour after entering the store, for 4 items remember, I am finished. I actually felt like I needed a nap.
I am currently rehashing my decision about not hating WalMart. But you know, it is cheaper.....
Big Mistake.
I am a capitalist. Therefore, I am generally not one of the "WalMart Haters." You know, the ones who say WalMart is everything that is wrong with America because it is putting the little guy out of business. I believe that if people really wanted to shop somewhere else, they would. Sam Walton isn't holding a gun to anyone's head (that I am aware of, I don't actually know him.) I have had the "WalMart-is-satan-incarnate" discussion with people that say in the very next breath "but you know, its cheaper, so I just ran in to get a few things." ?????????????? I tell you what, that's standing up for what you believe in.
Anyway, I drift away from the main point. What was it again? Oh yeah.....
So I pull into the parking lot. I think I count a bizillion cars, only 152 of which are parked. The others are driving slowly down each and every lane. I assume that this is so they can get the parking spot that requires a 5 foot walk to the door. Never mind that the store itself is two football fields long.
Being one of those people who doesn't mind walking (let's burn the cookie off I had last night) I hurry into the store. Oh, I forgot to mention I was in a hurry.
BIG BIG mistake. Never go to WalMart if you are in a hurry. On Saturday.
I think that everyone in Chattanooga was inside that store (except the people searching for parking spots of course) So I hurry off to find my 4 list items. They were all in the same general section.
25 minutes later.....(seriously) I am standing at the checkout. People really need to learn what "get the he** out of my way" means. (Ha ha, I of course would never say that, it is an old Friends flashback......that I would remember....if I watched that show....which of course I don't. =)
20 minutes after that.....(really, I'm not joking) I am checking out. It didn't help that they only had 3 checkout lanes open. Why is it that when I am in there at 10 am on Wednesday every freaking checkout is open? It must be one of those oddities of nature.
Finally, nearly 1 hour after entering the store, for 4 items remember, I am finished. I actually felt like I needed a nap.
I am currently rehashing my decision about not hating WalMart. But you know, it is cheaper.....
Friday, January 18, 2008
Dogs
WARNING: Don't read this is if you are eating, I will get a bit graphic.
Let's talk about dogs for a few minutes. I like dogs as well as the next girl. Wait, scratch that. I like well behaved dogs as much as the next girl. I am particularly attracted to the smallish, yap dogs because, well, they are not scary. The most they can do is bite your ankle. There is absolutely no chance of a chihuahua mauling you to death. It just doesn't happen.
For those of you out there who have big dogs, that is great. On your own property, I don't really care if your dog is as big as a horse and as mean as an angry pitbull. The problem comes when your dog leaves your property and gets onto my property. Huge problem.
We own a little over 3 acres in a semi-populated area. For some reason, the neighborhood dogs seem to congregate on our property.
We have talked to the owners, pleaded with the owners, and have generally been diplomatic about it. Until now.
The dogs frequently get into our trash; that we can handle. What we can't handle is them tearing our two ducks to pieces. Literally. Like we found the pieces, in a direct path to the house of the "non-violent" dogs.
From now on our property is "NO DOGS ALLOWED." Any dog who violates this will be swiftly taken care of. You know what I mean. If you know dog sign-language, please let them know.
For any bleeding hearts out there, I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'm really not. We are just protecting our property, and making sure our children are safe, not in pieces.
Children or dogs.
Doesn't seem that hard of a choice when you put it like that, does it.
(Don't worry, the next post will be much lighter in nature=)
Let's talk about dogs for a few minutes. I like dogs as well as the next girl. Wait, scratch that. I like well behaved dogs as much as the next girl. I am particularly attracted to the smallish, yap dogs because, well, they are not scary. The most they can do is bite your ankle. There is absolutely no chance of a chihuahua mauling you to death. It just doesn't happen.
For those of you out there who have big dogs, that is great. On your own property, I don't really care if your dog is as big as a horse and as mean as an angry pitbull. The problem comes when your dog leaves your property and gets onto my property. Huge problem.
We own a little over 3 acres in a semi-populated area. For some reason, the neighborhood dogs seem to congregate on our property.
We have talked to the owners, pleaded with the owners, and have generally been diplomatic about it. Until now.
The dogs frequently get into our trash; that we can handle. What we can't handle is them tearing our two ducks to pieces. Literally. Like we found the pieces, in a direct path to the house of the "non-violent" dogs.
From now on our property is "NO DOGS ALLOWED." Any dog who violates this will be swiftly taken care of. You know what I mean. If you know dog sign-language, please let them know.
For any bleeding hearts out there, I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'm really not. We are just protecting our property, and making sure our children are safe, not in pieces.
Children or dogs.
Doesn't seem that hard of a choice when you put it like that, does it.
(Don't worry, the next post will be much lighter in nature=)
Friday, January 11, 2008
I'm My Own Grandpa
I laughed for quite a long time. It helps if you live in rural Georgia. Things like this are actually commonplace. It also refers back to one of my very first posts entitled 'Dade County'.
The Silver Lining
So I took the christmas tree down yesterday. Translation: I drug the 7ft tall christmas tree outside on the porch while still in the base. There it sits waiting for someone masculine to do something about it.
The kids were a bit sad. Then I had a GENIUS idea. (When you are a mom, genius ideas come about all the time because that is how you survive. Plus, looking like a genius to a 6 year old is much easier than, say, to a 20 year old.)
To lead up to my genius idea, I had to give the bad news first. I told the kids we had to burn the Christmas tree.
Very quickly I exclaimed "But guess what!" in a high sing-songy type voice .
(mom's also find that using the high sing-songy type voice can make anything more interesting to a 3 year old)
So here it comes....
"When we burn the Christmas Tree," I said, "we can roast marshmallows and have S'MORES"!!!!!
What were we talking about again????? A tree of some sort??? All I heard was S'MORES.
The kids were a bit sad. Then I had a GENIUS idea. (When you are a mom, genius ideas come about all the time because that is how you survive. Plus, looking like a genius to a 6 year old is much easier than, say, to a 20 year old.)
To lead up to my genius idea, I had to give the bad news first. I told the kids we had to burn the Christmas tree.
Very quickly I exclaimed "But guess what!" in a high sing-songy type voice .
(mom's also find that using the high sing-songy type voice can make anything more interesting to a 3 year old)
So here it comes....
"When we burn the Christmas Tree," I said, "we can roast marshmallows and have S'MORES"!!!!!
What were we talking about again????? A tree of some sort??? All I heard was S'MORES.
Brooke and the Prince Part II
It started with one...
....and now she has a crowd!!! No Barbie in this house ever has to go to the ball alone!
....and now she has a crowd!!! No Barbie in this house ever has to go to the ball alone!
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Brooke and The Prince
Background:
Brooke is a normal, 3 year old child. She runs, swings, plays etc. She does, however, have an interesting choice of favorite toys. She is frequently to be seen carrying around a prince doll. You know, like Cinderella and the Prince? Well, it is her absolute favorite. Don't get me wrong, she likes the princesses just as much as the next girl, but given the choice between say a Barbie, and a Ken, she will choose the Ken doll 100% of the time.
Story:
We went to Disney the second week of December 2007. On Brooke's birthday, we decided to go a dinner where Cinderella makes an appearance. Little did we know that *GASP* the prince would also be in attendance. I think the picture says everything.
Brooke is a normal, 3 year old child. She runs, swings, plays etc. She does, however, have an interesting choice of favorite toys. She is frequently to be seen carrying around a prince doll. You know, like Cinderella and the Prince? Well, it is her absolute favorite. Don't get me wrong, she likes the princesses just as much as the next girl, but given the choice between say a Barbie, and a Ken, she will choose the Ken doll 100% of the time.
Story:
We went to Disney the second week of December 2007. On Brooke's birthday, we decided to go a dinner where Cinderella makes an appearance. Little did we know that *GASP* the prince would also be in attendance. I think the picture says everything.
Finally!!!
I've had some requests to begin blogging again. In deference to my numerous fans, I will comply. Yep, thats it for this one =)
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