10:30AM - lol! how did they know???
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Current mood: 
embarrassed
embarrassedthe leg is mostly healed. up and about with greater mobility. not up for rock climbing, but otherwise I'm getting around pretty well. doing a lot of fishing lately. saturday mychaelyn and i caught 12 fish, one of them a 3 pound black bass. yesterday caught 15. mychaelyn always catches the biggest fish and catches the most. i bait the hooks and handle the fish. it's a good system! lol hope to hear from some of you folks! come visit me on myspace.
Wow! It's been so long... where to start. Beginning a new job next week in Cardiac Intensive Care. Everyone doing great in school. Missing my Blurty friends. Making several crochet items for charity. Studying Catholicism and enjoying it. Reading lots of novels. Missing my extended, sprawling family as holidays approach.
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embarrassedI got this from my friend, methacting:
What Your Sleeping Position Says |
You are calm and rational. You are also giving and kind - a great friend. You are easy going and trusting. However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games. |
One of my fondest childhood memories is of going with my father to buy peaches. We owned a small family store near St. Louis. Each summer my father would make a trip and usually I was fortunate enough to be allowed to tag along. We started very early in the morning and drove for what seemed miles & miles. The roads were highways leading to two lane county roads which led to gravel roads, finally ending abruptly at the Mississippi River. We would stop & sit in our truck, watching the flowing river. The first time I went, I thought we were lost. But then another car arrived, then another and another. Then I saw an odd looking flat boat with ropes around it coming toward us. It was a ferryboat! A man on board directed each car, one by one until all were parked on the ferry. Everyone had to remain in his vehicle until we were underway. Once underway, I explored the ferry under my father's watchful eye. I loved to feel the fine spray from the paddlewheel on my face. Once I even got to go up to the tiny room where the captain sat at the controls.
Bargaining
Upon reaching the Illinois bank, our journey resumed. My father put me under strict orders not to comment about the flavor of any peaches I might be offered. My father stopped at one orchard after another until he finally felt satisfied that he was getting the best possible deal. At each orchard, a farmer would give each of us a taste of his peaches. They said things like, "isn't that the sweetest peach you ever tasted?" or "you want your daddy to buy some of these peaches, don't you sweetheart?" I only said "thank you" in reply. After a few years of this, if I preferred a particular peach, I would reply, "thank you VERY MUCH!" to which my father would raise an eyebrow & grin.
The return trip
The best part of these trips besides spending one-on-one time with my father, was the return across the river. The ferryboat went faster, because it had to make more trips with all of us laden with fruit. Once underway, we got out of the truck and finally, my father would select a big ripe peach and hand it to me to eat. He always assured me I could "wash up" afterward, as he knew I couldn't abide stickiness on my hands & face. After I ate my fill of juicy peaches, he held his clean handkerchief out in the spray of the paddlewheel until it was wet & we both washed our hands and faces with it.
These are some of my favorite memories. I used to tell this story to my boys when they were small and restless. I think they still enjoy hearing it from time to time!
amusedJust a note to anyone who happens across my blurty. I have maxed out the number of friends I can add and still retain a free account, therefore all further entries will either be private or friends only. Started this journal to make (and keep) friends: goal accomplished!
awakeGot back from the doctor. Found out why I feel so bad. I have a sinus infection and bronchitis. He put me on a bunch of meds and said I have to rest... really rest... like in bed. So, guess I'll see you guys when I get to feeling a little better.
crappyYes, I do like my coffee with cream and sugar, but that does not mean that I do not like coffee! If I have no sugar, I add twice as much cream. If I have no creamer, I usually drink it black, as I do not like sweet coffee without cream. But the main thing is the coffee. Today (and yesterday) I faced an interesting dilemma. My non-dairy creamer was discovered to contain soy. I've been allergic to soy for some time, but recently my reactions have become more frequent and more severe. When I hit my inhaler, it takes longer to open me up. So, no more soy for me. But I really like that cream, too. So I looked into the refridgerator and what do I find? Cream & sugar! In a can! Of course! Reddi-whip is cream & sugar! So I gave my coffee a squirt and it was just as tasty as any I've ever had! Problem solved!
Coffee, although to my detriment, is one of my most beloved pleasures! It has been argued that I must like it more than sex, but that does not make it so. In that case, I would have to say I also like urinating or blinking my eyes more than sex because I can go longer without sex! Ridiculous! Anyway, back to the coffee... I absolutely love Costa Rican coffee! Now I'll tell you just how I like it: in a 12 cup automatic drip coffeemaker, I use three HEAPING tablespoons of coffee. It's just right, not too weak, not too strong and I've taught everyone else in this house how the coffee is to be made. And it was so. Now I am not a coffee tyrant, it just matters more to me than anyone else how that coffee gets made! They will all tell you it's true. Now my very favorite coffee is Costa Rican Peaberry from Gevalia. Make it just as I said. It's very good! But there is one very important feature of this Peaberry stuff: if you haven't cooked it (left it sitting on the hot burner for a couple of hours) it can be microwaved without turning bitter! When I brew a pot, as soon as it's finished, I turn off the burner and after I've had my first cup, the rest are microwaved. I've drank coffee up to twelve hours after making it and it was still good! Peaberry can't be beaten
Just a word of caution: excessive coffee consumption may be linked to liver cancer (remember St. Elsewhere?), and it's associated with osteoporosis (I've got that), and heart rhythm abnormalities (Yeah, I've got that too). I've cut back my coffee consumption a lot and if I reach my goal of two cups a day by my bday, I won't have to go for professional help! Wish me luck!
Jonathan had selected a counted cross-stitch pattern of a lighthouse and shoreline that he wanted me to stitch for him. I found it in a drawer the other day. I've been wondering what to make him for Christmas, now I've found it! I hope my fingers will be nimble and quick enough to complete it on time. Teens can be rather difficult to shop for at times. Just when you think you know what they want, it goes out of style. But not only did he select this himself, it will never be outgrown! Wish me quick stitching!
energeticLong ago, I was expecting a visit from my mother-in-law, who was very critical of me. I went to my doctor and asked him for something for anxiety as she was staying a week! He asked if I knew how to embroider. What an odd question! I told him yes and he said, "Buy a piece of fabric and a counted cross-stitch pattern. Each time she does something that bothers you, pick it up and work on it! I told Mama's sister-in-law (who was equally criticized) about my plan. It worked! I felt much more relaxed! When Mama returned home she visited her sister-in-law to tell her about the visit. She couldn't wait to call me and tell me what Mama had said: "All that girl ever does is sit around and stitch!" We both had a good laugh!
I once did a piece of crewel embroidery, which uses lightweight yarn instead of thread. I hated it! The yarn was so thin it kept breaking as it was being drawn through the fabric. I perservered and finally finished the damn thing and it was almost immediately claimed by my son Thomas. I told him, you can have it, I don't ever want to see it again! And so far, I haven't! No, crewel was not for me.
Embroidery, though time consuming is very rewarding for me! I enjoy painting pictures on fabric with thread. I can do so much better with a needle than I ever thought about doing with brush or pencil! I've always been fond of the textile arts. I have what I laughingly refer to as an antique potholder. My mother gave me a stamped pattern to practice my first faltering stitches on. The cloth was old when she gave it to me. I worked on it a bit, then got bored and laid it aside. Well, when I was about twelve, I was pretty good with the sewing machine and got it in my head that it would go much faster on the machine than by hand. I hadn't stitched very far before I discovered I was making a mess. I tried to rip out my stitches, but saw that it was beyond my skill level to do this without damaging the cloth. I wisely decided to try again when I was older. Not long ago, I pulled it out of an old workbasket and gently pulled out the machine stitching. I've almost completed it. It's yellowed and stained with age and I've told onlookers it will be an antique when it's finished! But what I feel makes it an interesting piece is that you can see the different skill levels in the stitching. I can't wait to see how it will turn out. And I can't help wondering which of my boys will beg for it!
I love to write, whether it be journaling, blogging, letters or articles. I've written two long, boring, professional journal articles which are posted online. One is about Anorexia Nervosa, the other is about Bulemia, both affecting countless people who struggle with body image issues. I'm very proud of them and enjoyed writing them so much! They will need revision soon and I'm looking forward to that as well. I should write a couple more, as you make more in royalties the first few months after they're published. I'm going to use a more reader-friendly style with the next ones I write. I have several planned out. I want to cover topics such as neuroleptic malignant syndrome, with a special feature on occulogyric crisis. I've seen neuroleptic malignant syndrome and it's scary. The medical director commended us for handling it well. She said if the patient had been in the ICU instead of a psych unit, she would have died, because it would have taken the staff too long to figure out what was wrong. On a psych unit, you're always watching for it...always dreading it! Thank God I've never seen occulogyric crisis (knock wood). I also really love writing to my friends and family. I have two or three new pen-friends and am eager to start writing them snail mail. I'm a little OCD about cards and stationery. I love them. I like to use different kinds, so I have a lot of it. If you want a snail mail letter from me, just email me at b2witched@yahoo.com and I'll write! I'll even email you with my address first if you're the cautious type. Later...
Don't know what's wrong with this computer and both of my geeks are at school! Can't use IM and don't know why. I click on it and nothing happens. I feel like crap today, having fever & chills. Think I'll have another cup of coffee and go back to bed. Miss you guys!
bitchyI like to write things in my blurty journal for no reason in particular. I like to give and get back scratches, and pet my cat in my sleep. I like to crochet, embroider, needlepoint, and sew. I like to help people. I like to work. I like to write letters. I like to read letters, wait, did I already say that? I like to look in my mailbox, even on Sundays and national holidays (but don't tell anyone). I like to make quilts. I like to spend time with my family. I like to watch rain and listen to thunder. I like to cook and be cooked for. I like to eat. I like to weed my garden and get all sweaty. I like to IM my friend. I like to play with my dog. I like to say twisted things to my cat, and then pet him. I like to be a bitch sometimes, just because I can. I like to say yes... and no. I like to make people wonder about me. I like to dream of going to Italy someday and put "golden dollars" away so that some day I can. I like to snuggle with the one I love. I like to sip coffee, hot tea, and cocoa. I like to be bad. I like to be very very good. I like to go to the library. I like to do sensual things, like take long warm baths with candles burning all around me while I listen to New Age music and burn incense. I like learn new things. I like to teach people what I know. I like to study. I like to go out on special dates. What do you like to do for fun?
gigglyThis morning started off on a sour note for 3/4 of my family. Adam was sleepy & grumpy and not at all pleased that he would require a ride to school, as it had been storming for a while and water was about 6" deep all about. Jonathan was unclear of what "You're grounded!" means and had made plans to meet his friends before school. I nixed that plan and he, too had to be driven to school. Mychaelyn was looking forward to her first day of nursing clinicals, until she got lost. How frustrating! But then there's me...Hanging out at home, keeping cozy and sipping tea as I go about my morning chores. Enjoyed a brief chat with a friend. Little Bear & his new friend, Pokey are settling down and not quite so boisterous. Little Bear is staying close throughout the storm! I can't get my mind off my many crochet projects from scarves and sweaters to baby blankets, bandages and afghans, so much yarn, so little time! And my book is getting to a point where it's hard to put down. I need to finnish it and pass it on. And so this is how my day begins...
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