(please read sarcastic tone here)
And Mom, before you read any further, relax. :-) This is no big deal but it makes for a funny story.
So guess what happens when you stop taking Paxil cold turkey after being on it for nearly three years?
You guessed it. A whole host of withdrawal symptoms, including my old friend vertigo. Thank God this is an easy fix. You just start taking the Paxil again. Easy peasy Japaneseie.
The whole reason I went off it was to switch to a different anti-depressant which can help with chronic pain. Well, I never quite got far enough along in taking it to find out if it would work or not, because I refuse to put up with the other bad symptoms. I'll take pain over dizzy and nauseous ANY day.
Another really cool withdrawal symptom? WICKED nightmarish dreams. Very vivid,very real, and very odd. Last night it got to the point that I was TELLING myself, in my dream, to wake up. Wierd. But kinda cool, in a psychological experimental-type of way.
The good news is, I think I may be getting a bit better! The pain hasn't been quite as bad lately, and I feel better now that I've been moving a bit more. Dare I say that I might be seeing a light at the end of this (very long depressing) tunnel? I sure hope so.
Our weekend was a lot of fun. Our next door neighbors threw a HUGE party on Saturday night and we went over and visited for a bit. After that, Glynn decided that the Spencer family campout would take place in the basement on the pull-out couch. We had so much fun! I ended up on the futon because I know two kids that don't quite know how to share smaller spaces, but it was a blast anyway. The kids thought it was pretty cool to get to sleep in the basement.
We also put Brady's Lightening McQueen bed together. We just have to get a mattress for it and there is going to be a very happy little boy. His bed is awesome, and a lot bigger than I had anticipated it being! It's really cute. I'm not quite ready for two such big kiddos. :(
Glynn's on duty tonight so it's just me and the kiddos for now. We just finished dinner and we're about ready for bathtime, so I'd better get them scrubbed up.
That's about it for now, more inane ramblings of a dizzy (blonde) redhead! I swear this will get more interesting soon. Karis and co. are coming up this weekend (can't WAIT!) so I'm sure I'll have plenty of funny shit to write about after that. Right, Carrots?
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Oh! I almost forgot!
Emily and I had our walk date today. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was a bit longer than I expected but so far, so good! No excruciating pain, the real test will be how I feel in the morning.
I love having a friend to gossip with during a "workout"! It was really fun.
I'm glad to be out and moving and having the sun on my face. It felt great.
So thanks, Em, for the motivation! We are planning on this being a twice-a-week event. I needed it so badly and it does wonders for my attitude, just MOVING and being outside. Especially with such a good friend.
That's all. Just wanted to brag on a great afternoon.
I'll update in the morning if Emily kicked my ass or not. :-)
I love having a friend to gossip with during a "workout"! It was really fun.
I'm glad to be out and moving and having the sun on my face. It felt great.
So thanks, Em, for the motivation! We are planning on this being a twice-a-week event. I needed it so badly and it does wonders for my attitude, just MOVING and being outside. Especially with such a good friend.
That's all. Just wanted to brag on a great afternoon.
I'll update in the morning if Emily kicked my ass or not. :-)
RIP Farrah and Michael
The world lost Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson today.
Farrah lost her battle with anal cancer at the young age of 62. I was unaware that anal cancer even existed before her much televised battle with the disease. Of anything, her death served the purpose to bring light upon a relatively unknown subject.
Driving home from work today, Glynn and I were listening to News Radio, as usual, and heard the shocking news that Michael Jackson had died of an apparent heart attack. Wow.
Now, I'm not personally a huge fan, but even I have to acknowledge the impact that he has had on the music industry. It's a tragedy that he died at the young age of 50 and left behind 3 children. It's always hard to lose a parent, no matter what age.
I just read a report that autopsy results are expected for Mr. Jackson within a few weeks to determine the cause of death. My guess? Overdose. But that's just a guess. Who knows?
So it's been a sad day in celebrity news. I pray for the families and children.
Farrah lost her battle with anal cancer at the young age of 62. I was unaware that anal cancer even existed before her much televised battle with the disease. Of anything, her death served the purpose to bring light upon a relatively unknown subject.
Driving home from work today, Glynn and I were listening to News Radio, as usual, and heard the shocking news that Michael Jackson had died of an apparent heart attack. Wow.
Now, I'm not personally a huge fan, but even I have to acknowledge the impact that he has had on the music industry. It's a tragedy that he died at the young age of 50 and left behind 3 children. It's always hard to lose a parent, no matter what age.
I just read a report that autopsy results are expected for Mr. Jackson within a few weeks to determine the cause of death. My guess? Overdose. But that's just a guess. Who knows?
So it's been a sad day in celebrity news. I pray for the families and children.
101 posts and counting!
When I started this blog in January, I had no idea I would grow to like it as much as I do.
It's a place for me to vent, share news and pictures, and just outright clear my head. This is my 101st post, and I have no intention of stopping. I should have known, I've always been a journaler--and still do write for private thoughts--but this blog has been good for me. I think.
Other than freaking out my mom when she reads some stuff about my health issues of late, it's been a nice place to visit, right? :-)
I got sick a couple of days ago. Dizzy, nauseous, the whole nine yards. So I stayed home from work yesterday for some R&R, and am feeling much better today, thank you. I think the heat just got to me at work and in the car on the way home (need to get the AC recharged for the summer). We've finally gotten out of the cold rainy-ness that was Illinois but now we're enjoying the stifling heat and humidity. Summer just bitch-slapped me across the face, and I wasn't prepared. I think that's all that happened.
So don't worry, I'm back to my old self now. (which is still not my OLD old self, but still, better than I was a couple of days ago, so don't worry, Mom!) I'm on the upswing.
I have a walk date with my friend Emily today and am really looking forward to it. Since we both need to take it easy it will be nice just to get outside and catch up and gossip. I'm so glad to have met her. That's one of the things I love about the Navy...the people. I've had the opportunity to form some wonderful life-long friendships and I always be grateful for that. I'll miss it when we leave the Navy. It's nearly impossible to explain unless you've been in the service, but you basically become each other's family. Friendships progress far faster than they would in the "normal" world because you need to depend on each other so much. Often you're isolated from your family and friends, and these incredible people like Emily (and Erica, Cindy, Terese, Sherry, CAPT Smith, I could go on and on...) step up and fill the void where you're missing your normal crew. And that? Is priceless and irreplaceable.
So a big shout-out to my extended Navy family, thank you all for being such a big part of our lives! I love you all!
Gosh, I'm mushy this morning. Must be the extra coffee. Forgive me.
Anyway, I have a whopping ONE patient scheduled today, who probably won't show up anyway, but I have a TON of administrative bullshit to wade through, so it's probably a blessing in disguise.
Better get back to pencil-pushing. And running around the hospital like a crazy person. (shut up.)
Stay cool, everybody!
It's a place for me to vent, share news and pictures, and just outright clear my head. This is my 101st post, and I have no intention of stopping. I should have known, I've always been a journaler--and still do write for private thoughts--but this blog has been good for me. I think.
Other than freaking out my mom when she reads some stuff about my health issues of late, it's been a nice place to visit, right? :-)
I got sick a couple of days ago. Dizzy, nauseous, the whole nine yards. So I stayed home from work yesterday for some R&R, and am feeling much better today, thank you. I think the heat just got to me at work and in the car on the way home (need to get the AC recharged for the summer). We've finally gotten out of the cold rainy-ness that was Illinois but now we're enjoying the stifling heat and humidity. Summer just bitch-slapped me across the face, and I wasn't prepared. I think that's all that happened.
So don't worry, I'm back to my old self now. (which is still not my OLD old self, but still, better than I was a couple of days ago, so don't worry, Mom!) I'm on the upswing.
I have a walk date with my friend Emily today and am really looking forward to it. Since we both need to take it easy it will be nice just to get outside and catch up and gossip. I'm so glad to have met her. That's one of the things I love about the Navy...the people. I've had the opportunity to form some wonderful life-long friendships and I always be grateful for that. I'll miss it when we leave the Navy. It's nearly impossible to explain unless you've been in the service, but you basically become each other's family. Friendships progress far faster than they would in the "normal" world because you need to depend on each other so much. Often you're isolated from your family and friends, and these incredible people like Emily (and Erica, Cindy, Terese, Sherry, CAPT Smith, I could go on and on...) step up and fill the void where you're missing your normal crew. And that? Is priceless and irreplaceable.
So a big shout-out to my extended Navy family, thank you all for being such a big part of our lives! I love you all!
Gosh, I'm mushy this morning. Must be the extra coffee. Forgive me.
Anyway, I have a whopping ONE patient scheduled today, who probably won't show up anyway, but I have a TON of administrative bullshit to wade through, so it's probably a blessing in disguise.
Better get back to pencil-pushing. And running around the hospital like a crazy person. (shut up.)
Stay cool, everybody!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Things looking up? One can only hope....
That's it. Enough already. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. (and in so much pain I want to curl up and melt). And I'm sick of being so INACTIVE and subsequently, fatty-fatty-two-by-four-ish.
So, yesterday, I visited with our lovely command physical readiness person, the very personable Ms. Kim Moritz. The woman is a godsend. She's so easy to talk to and is so approachable that I went to her for suggestions as to how to get a bit more activity into my day. My metabolism is all but non-existent and my muscle tone completely deteriorated after MONTHS of forced inactivity. I know I'm on limited duty officially but I've GOT to move. It's hard for me, someone who used to be so active (I used to run marathons, for Christ's sake!) to have turned into this puddle of whiney, jiggly flab. We suspect the muscle weakness may be causing a lot of the pain too, so it's time to slowly slowly start building it back.
ENOUGH.
We of course are starting slow. Beginning with replacing my desk chair with an exercise ball. It will help me engage and strengthen my core muscles while sitting, and that's a start. We've also decided to start me on some light walking, 20 minutes a day, and see how it goes. If it hurts too badly, we'll figure something else out.
My reasoning: I can't make it any worse. I mean, seriously. I look like Benjamin Button here.
I'm one step away from a long term care facility at this point. I'm thirty-freaking-one years old and I feel like I'm ninety. Seven. And a half. God.
So last night, I went home and proceeded to fly into a frenzy of housecleaning for about an hour. In which time I got sweaty and short-of-breath, meaning I was getting some aerobic exercise. GREAT! I actually felt GOOD to move and be active. And I didn't hurt so badly that I wanted to die afterwards. I just let Glynn give the kids their after-dinner bath so I could rest. Worked perfectly.
Tonight, after dinner, Glynn and I have a walk date with the kids and Daisy. It's finally nice outside and the extended daylight is making for some great family time. And I'll get my blood moving, which is all I can ask for right now.
And Thursday I have a walk date with Emily! I'm so excited. We've decided to become weight-loss buddies. She's already joined WW again and we're going to go to the same meetings and help keep each other accountable at work. No more Panera, Arnie! :-) It's awesome to have such a good friend on the same track. We're even going to go check out the step aerobics classes here on our lunchbreak. I will not be stepping, but rather doing the light weights while sitting on a stability ball along with the class, but just being around people and music and friends is going to be awesome. (That's another thing Kim and I talked about yesterday, being AROUND people during an exercise class will help immensely.)
So, as you can tell, I'm kicking, clawing, and fighting my way out of this hole that's been dug around me. I've never been one to lay down and die and accept a shitty fate, and I'm not going to start now. Yay, rah-rah, me! (I would cartwheel but I'm afraid to hurt myself).
So, Mom, when you read this, I hope your mind is a little more at ease that I'm on the upswing. I know you can't help but worry (it's the Grandma Wollnick in all of us) but try. For me. I'm gonna get through this. I have to.
Also, I switched to a tricyclic antidepressant that is supposed to actually help with pain relief, so here's hoping on that. Keep your fingers crossed. I've also got the name of someone at Andrews AFB that would be willing to treat me with acupuncture, so I'm going to explore that option this week. It means a trip, but I'm willing to make it, considering that I'm STILL waiting for an appointment at the pain clinic at Froedert Hospital. What's the hurry, right? UGH.
This was rather long-winded and wordy, but I had to get this off my chest and out there. For the whole 2.5 people who will read it, but mostly for myself.
In a completely unrelated subject, Maddie and Brady are wearing new clothes to school today and they look adorable. Maddie's rockin' two french-braided pigtails and Brady's got a soccer outfit on. God, we make cute kids. :)
Hope everyone has a great day, I'm planning to! WOO-HOO! No more rut for me!
Stay tuned.......
So, yesterday, I visited with our lovely command physical readiness person, the very personable Ms. Kim Moritz. The woman is a godsend. She's so easy to talk to and is so approachable that I went to her for suggestions as to how to get a bit more activity into my day. My metabolism is all but non-existent and my muscle tone completely deteriorated after MONTHS of forced inactivity. I know I'm on limited duty officially but I've GOT to move. It's hard for me, someone who used to be so active (I used to run marathons, for Christ's sake!) to have turned into this puddle of whiney, jiggly flab. We suspect the muscle weakness may be causing a lot of the pain too, so it's time to slowly slowly start building it back.
ENOUGH.
We of course are starting slow. Beginning with replacing my desk chair with an exercise ball. It will help me engage and strengthen my core muscles while sitting, and that's a start. We've also decided to start me on some light walking, 20 minutes a day, and see how it goes. If it hurts too badly, we'll figure something else out.
My reasoning: I can't make it any worse. I mean, seriously. I look like Benjamin Button here.
I'm one step away from a long term care facility at this point. I'm thirty-freaking-one years old and I feel like I'm ninety. Seven. And a half. God.
So last night, I went home and proceeded to fly into a frenzy of housecleaning for about an hour. In which time I got sweaty and short-of-breath, meaning I was getting some aerobic exercise. GREAT! I actually felt GOOD to move and be active. And I didn't hurt so badly that I wanted to die afterwards. I just let Glynn give the kids their after-dinner bath so I could rest. Worked perfectly.
Tonight, after dinner, Glynn and I have a walk date with the kids and Daisy. It's finally nice outside and the extended daylight is making for some great family time. And I'll get my blood moving, which is all I can ask for right now.
And Thursday I have a walk date with Emily! I'm so excited. We've decided to become weight-loss buddies. She's already joined WW again and we're going to go to the same meetings and help keep each other accountable at work. No more Panera, Arnie! :-) It's awesome to have such a good friend on the same track. We're even going to go check out the step aerobics classes here on our lunchbreak. I will not be stepping, but rather doing the light weights while sitting on a stability ball along with the class, but just being around people and music and friends is going to be awesome. (That's another thing Kim and I talked about yesterday, being AROUND people during an exercise class will help immensely.)
So, as you can tell, I'm kicking, clawing, and fighting my way out of this hole that's been dug around me. I've never been one to lay down and die and accept a shitty fate, and I'm not going to start now. Yay, rah-rah, me! (I would cartwheel but I'm afraid to hurt myself).
So, Mom, when you read this, I hope your mind is a little more at ease that I'm on the upswing. I know you can't help but worry (it's the Grandma Wollnick in all of us) but try. For me. I'm gonna get through this. I have to.
Also, I switched to a tricyclic antidepressant that is supposed to actually help with pain relief, so here's hoping on that. Keep your fingers crossed. I've also got the name of someone at Andrews AFB that would be willing to treat me with acupuncture, so I'm going to explore that option this week. It means a trip, but I'm willing to make it, considering that I'm STILL waiting for an appointment at the pain clinic at Froedert Hospital. What's the hurry, right? UGH.
This was rather long-winded and wordy, but I had to get this off my chest and out there. For the whole 2.5 people who will read it, but mostly for myself.
In a completely unrelated subject, Maddie and Brady are wearing new clothes to school today and they look adorable. Maddie's rockin' two french-braided pigtails and Brady's got a soccer outfit on. God, we make cute kids. :)
Hope everyone has a great day, I'm planning to! WOO-HOO! No more rut for me!
Stay tuned.......
Friday, June 19, 2009
It's Friday! It's Friday! Happy Dance time!
I haven't been so glad to see a Friday in a long time.
This week just seemed to drag on forever for me. I think it's because I've been so worn out this entire week. I spent the greater part of my work days collapsed on my couch at work. I'm 99% sure this exhaustion is from inactivity and not sleeping well, but if it continues too much longer I'm going to get it checked out. Maybe it's my thyroid or something. One can only hope. Then I would have a reason that was out of my control for gaining weight, not just that I can't stop shoving food in my piehole. :)
Anyway, I'm spending a few minutes at Glynn's clinic today to say goodbye to one of my favorite residents. It's LT Sarge's last day today, and I always liked working with her. She's a good kid. I know, I can't call a 20-something a kid, but that just goes to show how old I feel these days.
Planning on a nice uneventful weekend again, especially if the sun doesn't show up soon. I was hoping to get the boat slip started this weekend but our shelter still hasn't come in, plus it's all muddy right now. At least wanted to let the kids run around outside in the backyard! It's been so yucky that we've all got cabin fever, I think. I'd love nothing more than to get outside and pull the 5-foot weeds in my garden and let the kids throw the tennis ball for Daisy. But if it's muddy and yucky, that's just not going to happen.
If anyone has any ideas for fun indoor activities with kids, let me know, 'cause I'm running out of ideas. We've read every book, watched every movie, done every craft (even painting!), and made shelters, jumped on the couch, had pillow fights, you name it. Getting tired of the same old stuff.
That's about it. Looking forward to our weekend "camp-outs" on the couch as a family. I love that, it's almost more fun for me than for the kids, I think! I just love us all snuggled in a heap, a foot here, elbow there, and everyone (even Maddie!) snoring like lumberjacks. We have so much fun together.
Hope everyone has a great weekend. Pray for good weather!
This week just seemed to drag on forever for me. I think it's because I've been so worn out this entire week. I spent the greater part of my work days collapsed on my couch at work. I'm 99% sure this exhaustion is from inactivity and not sleeping well, but if it continues too much longer I'm going to get it checked out. Maybe it's my thyroid or something. One can only hope. Then I would have a reason that was out of my control for gaining weight, not just that I can't stop shoving food in my piehole. :)
Anyway, I'm spending a few minutes at Glynn's clinic today to say goodbye to one of my favorite residents. It's LT Sarge's last day today, and I always liked working with her. She's a good kid. I know, I can't call a 20-something a kid, but that just goes to show how old I feel these days.
Planning on a nice uneventful weekend again, especially if the sun doesn't show up soon. I was hoping to get the boat slip started this weekend but our shelter still hasn't come in, plus it's all muddy right now. At least wanted to let the kids run around outside in the backyard! It's been so yucky that we've all got cabin fever, I think. I'd love nothing more than to get outside and pull the 5-foot weeds in my garden and let the kids throw the tennis ball for Daisy. But if it's muddy and yucky, that's just not going to happen.
If anyone has any ideas for fun indoor activities with kids, let me know, 'cause I'm running out of ideas. We've read every book, watched every movie, done every craft (even painting!), and made shelters, jumped on the couch, had pillow fights, you name it. Getting tired of the same old stuff.
That's about it. Looking forward to our weekend "camp-outs" on the couch as a family. I love that, it's almost more fun for me than for the kids, I think! I just love us all snuggled in a heap, a foot here, elbow there, and everyone (even Maddie!) snoring like lumberjacks. We have so much fun together.
Hope everyone has a great weekend. Pray for good weather!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I'm sooooo glad to have a couch in here!
My hard-working active duty ass needs a nap once in a while. Like this morning.
Last night I couldn't sleep for the life of me, even though I was exhausted. Think it had something to do with the fact that I talked to Karis for about an hour before bedtime, and she tends to wake me up. (but I lubs her anyway!)
Anyway, the rest of the house was snoring away, so I plugged in a movie and sat up, trying to get tired. By the time I was ready to sleep it was already 1 in the morning, and Brady started waking up. Excellent.
So, by the time I got to work this morning, I was done. Stick-a-fork-in-me-goose-is-cooked-DONE. Thank God almost none of my patients showed up this morning. I was out. Stone cold out. Mouth open, drooling, snoring, dead-to-the-world OUT.
Amazing. I can sleep that soundly on a freaking LOVESEAT in this office. I've been making it work lately. I'm tired of being tired! Where has all of my energy gone? I miss it! I remember when you couldn't MAKE me sit down, now it's all I wanna do!
Hmmm. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I haven't EXERCISED in months, or that I'm in pain all of the time, or that I can't sleep at night.
Regardless, I feel lucky to have the opportunity to rest when I'm at work and can't take it anymore. Your tax dollars hard at work, people.
It's not MY fault the patients don't show up. :)
Have a good day, everyone.
Last night I couldn't sleep for the life of me, even though I was exhausted. Think it had something to do with the fact that I talked to Karis for about an hour before bedtime, and she tends to wake me up. (but I lubs her anyway!)
Anyway, the rest of the house was snoring away, so I plugged in a movie and sat up, trying to get tired. By the time I was ready to sleep it was already 1 in the morning, and Brady started waking up. Excellent.
So, by the time I got to work this morning, I was done. Stick-a-fork-in-me-goose-is-cooked-DONE. Thank God almost none of my patients showed up this morning. I was out. Stone cold out. Mouth open, drooling, snoring, dead-to-the-world OUT.
Amazing. I can sleep that soundly on a freaking LOVESEAT in this office. I've been making it work lately. I'm tired of being tired! Where has all of my energy gone? I miss it! I remember when you couldn't MAKE me sit down, now it's all I wanna do!
Hmmm. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I haven't EXERCISED in months, or that I'm in pain all of the time, or that I can't sleep at night.
Regardless, I feel lucky to have the opportunity to rest when I'm at work and can't take it anymore. Your tax dollars hard at work, people.
It's not MY fault the patients don't show up. :)
Have a good day, everyone.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Nice relaxing weekend!
I've said it before, I'll say it again. I love my family. I live for our weekends together.
This weekend, we had our routine family couch camp-out on Friday and Saturday nights. We had SO much fun. I love these times together, we're trying to enjoy them as much as possible before our little munchkins outgrow us.
It was such a cold and rainy weekend that we couldn't go outside and play, we were stuck inside anyway, so we snuggled and spent some good quality time together. I can't get enough of it.
On Friday, we watched "Night at the Museum" (the first one) on DVD. The kids LOVE this movie right now and are slightly obsessed with it. So we kept playing it and playing it and playing it until we all knew all of the dialogue by heart. It's so funny to hear them saying, "Look, Mom, it's Rexy!" (The T-Rex dinosaur in the movie) every time he rounds a corner. I think that we may actually attempt to take them to the 2nd movie in the series at the theatre as soon as we get a chance.
Glynn got plenty of time to work on the Jeep and even had me help a little! I am considering myself an official "grease monkey" as I got to hold a crowbar and lift the engine block while he put on some sort of bolt or something. ???? I don't know. All I know is Ruby looks fantastic and I can't wait to drive her. He put on the rock slides (??don't know if that's the right term or not, but they look cool) this weekend. I can actually use them as a step to get into our (recently lifted) Jeep.
Karis and family are coming to visit in July. It's official now. I can't WAIT. We're going to have so much fun, and I can't wait to see her and Adam and the kiddos. Going to take some time off and have a great time together.
Plans for the girls' visit are also well underway, they'll get to stay for about a month! It will be so nice to have our complete family for that long. I am SO looking forward to us moving back next year, and every moment we have together is awesome. I get to see what it's really going to be like to have us all together on a more frequent basis, and I LOVE it. Glynn's even going to buy me a minivan. I know, I know, I said I'd NEVER drive one, but honestly? They're so convenient and seemingly even more roomy than our expedition. And easier for the 4+ kids to get in and out of. Yes, that's 4+, not that anything is definite yet, but always an option that we'd like to consider. :-) Just in case.
Another update: my friend Emily is back in the hospital (for the THIRD time since Monday) tonight. Her blood pressure and headaches are STILL out of control, so I again ask for your prayers for her. I've been to visit four times this past week and am planning to go again tomorrow. She's so miserable right now,and I am praying for some resolution for her and that she can finally be released and get to stay at her own home and recover. As it is, she's only spent one night at home since last Monday. That girl is a trooper, I don't know how she's done it. All the while grieving her loss and dealing with the pain of excruciating headaches. Thank you for your prayers, Emily and Mike are so grateful for them.
That's about all for now, I've GOT to get some sleep! Happy Monday, everyone!
Friday, June 12, 2009
Retirement day for Dad!
Today is my dad's last day at Energizer. Ever. He's retiring.
I never thought I'd see the day.
I can honestly say he's been working there almost as long as I can remember, except for a very brief stint at Georgia Pacific, I think. I also remember Radio Shack, and of course the Whirlpool/RCA store, but for the majority of my life, he's worked for Energizer. That pink bunny has been a part of our family for many many years.
I can't believe it. I think he can't either. Check out his retirement blog at: www.dougstickley.com
More time for fishing, golfing, and his eternal honey-do list! And hopefully more time to travel and do fun stuff with Mom. I'm hoping to get them up here for a visit soon as well, as soon as we get our waterfront "resort" finished.
I just wanted to tell the world how proud I am of my dad and his career. Now he's about to enjoy some much-deserved rest, relaxation, and retirement activities!
Congratulations, Dad, you deserve it more than anyone I know!
I never thought I'd see the day.
I can honestly say he's been working there almost as long as I can remember, except for a very brief stint at Georgia Pacific, I think. I also remember Radio Shack, and of course the Whirlpool/RCA store, but for the majority of my life, he's worked for Energizer. That pink bunny has been a part of our family for many many years.
I can't believe it. I think he can't either. Check out his retirement blog at: www.dougstickley.com
More time for fishing, golfing, and his eternal honey-do list! And hopefully more time to travel and do fun stuff with Mom. I'm hoping to get them up here for a visit soon as well, as soon as we get our waterfront "resort" finished.
I just wanted to tell the world how proud I am of my dad and his career. Now he's about to enjoy some much-deserved rest, relaxation, and retirement activities!
Congratulations, Dad, you deserve it more than anyone I know!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Please pray for my friend....
It's been the toughest week of her life.
My friend Emily, who is the new sedation nurse in our clinic and has become a very good friend of mine, is facing the hardest struggle that I can imagine.
She came in to work on Monday (20 weeks pregnant) and told me that she'd gained SIX pounds in one week and was feeling very swollen. We immediately took her back to a treatment room and checked her blood pressure: 162/102!!! We called her OB, who told her to get directly to the emergency room, where she was promptly admitted, then transferred to a larger hospital.
She had preeclampsia and her blood pressure was dangerously out of control and her labs looked very bad.
They had to induce labor 2 days ago to correct the preeclampsia, and the baby did not survive.
This is undoubtedly the most tragic time of her life, so please please please pray for her and her family at this time. She is doing much better, physically, but emotionally and spiritually she is understandably a wreck right now. There's not much I, as a friend, can say or do in this situation except sit with her, hold her hand, and let her talk, cry, and pray with her. I am so grateful that we caught the condition in time, otherwise Emily may have not survived, but I don't like to even think about that.
I ask that you all send up extra prayers for her this week that she can find peace.
I am reminded at this tragic time how very blessed I am to have such a wonderful family and healthy incredible children. I've been holding them very tightly the past few days, and giving them lots of extra love, as my heart breaks for my friend.
That's all. I can't say much else right now.
My friend Emily, who is the new sedation nurse in our clinic and has become a very good friend of mine, is facing the hardest struggle that I can imagine.
She came in to work on Monday (20 weeks pregnant) and told me that she'd gained SIX pounds in one week and was feeling very swollen. We immediately took her back to a treatment room and checked her blood pressure: 162/102!!! We called her OB, who told her to get directly to the emergency room, where she was promptly admitted, then transferred to a larger hospital.
She had preeclampsia and her blood pressure was dangerously out of control and her labs looked very bad.
They had to induce labor 2 days ago to correct the preeclampsia, and the baby did not survive.
This is undoubtedly the most tragic time of her life, so please please please pray for her and her family at this time. She is doing much better, physically, but emotionally and spiritually she is understandably a wreck right now. There's not much I, as a friend, can say or do in this situation except sit with her, hold her hand, and let her talk, cry, and pray with her. I am so grateful that we caught the condition in time, otherwise Emily may have not survived, but I don't like to even think about that.
I ask that you all send up extra prayers for her this week that she can find peace.
I am reminded at this tragic time how very blessed I am to have such a wonderful family and healthy incredible children. I've been holding them very tightly the past few days, and giving them lots of extra love, as my heart breaks for my friend.
That's all. I can't say much else right now.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Rainy weekend!
It was terrible weather all weekend, which gave Glynn the perfect opportunity to work on the Jeep.
After two days of hard manual labor, my grease-monkey husband has put a lift on the red Jeep and it looks awesome! It's fun to drive, too, now I'm up even higher than everyone else on the road! (Like I need something else to give me the illusion of greater superiority).
What did I do, you ask? Absolutely nothing! I napped on the couch with the kids and watched movies. I DID get off my duff long enough to do a bit of laundry and clean the kitchen, and I made some awesome brownies and a great vegetarian chili last night for dinner.
These brownies are fantastic, you have to try them. Get over the mental block from the ingredients and just TRY this at home, they're fantastic and really great for you, calorie-wise:
1 15-oz can of black beans (NOT drained), pureed in food processor
2 boxes dark chocolate brownie mix
Mix together adding brownie mix gradually until all incorporated (this gets really tough after awhile, may want to use mixer). Spread in pan and bake following directions on box.
This makes a really thick, fudgy brownie (and no, of course you can't taste the beans!) without any oil or eggs, therefore drastically reducing the calories and fat. And they taste amazing! You will love them, I swear.
That was about as ambitious as I got this weekend. I hoping I can get into this pain clinic soon. It's awful to feel so old and creaky and not be able to bounce around with the kids like I want to. But they love Mommy snuggle time too, so that's a plus. We camped out in the living room all weekend and had a blast.
We also ordered our screened-in "gazebo" for our boat slip. Getting ready to set up our home base there for the summer. We even have electricity so we'll be putting our mini fridge down there to supply endless cold beer for the summer. (And milk for the kids, of course). It should take us a few weeks to get party central finished, but after that, I know a few people who need to make a road trip and hang out on boat row with us. :-)
That's about it. Back at work and waiting for pain meds to work so I can. Time for second cup of coffee, it's hard to get into the swing of things when it's so rainy and dreary outside.
When does it turn into summer here? I'm still in long sleeves and scarves! And that, in June, just looks ridiculous.
After two days of hard manual labor, my grease-monkey husband has put a lift on the red Jeep and it looks awesome! It's fun to drive, too, now I'm up even higher than everyone else on the road! (Like I need something else to give me the illusion of greater superiority).
What did I do, you ask? Absolutely nothing! I napped on the couch with the kids and watched movies. I DID get off my duff long enough to do a bit of laundry and clean the kitchen, and I made some awesome brownies and a great vegetarian chili last night for dinner.
These brownies are fantastic, you have to try them. Get over the mental block from the ingredients and just TRY this at home, they're fantastic and really great for you, calorie-wise:
1 15-oz can of black beans (NOT drained), pureed in food processor
2 boxes dark chocolate brownie mix
Mix together adding brownie mix gradually until all incorporated (this gets really tough after awhile, may want to use mixer). Spread in pan and bake following directions on box.
This makes a really thick, fudgy brownie (and no, of course you can't taste the beans!) without any oil or eggs, therefore drastically reducing the calories and fat. And they taste amazing! You will love them, I swear.
That was about as ambitious as I got this weekend. I hoping I can get into this pain clinic soon. It's awful to feel so old and creaky and not be able to bounce around with the kids like I want to. But they love Mommy snuggle time too, so that's a plus. We camped out in the living room all weekend and had a blast.
We also ordered our screened-in "gazebo" for our boat slip. Getting ready to set up our home base there for the summer. We even have electricity so we'll be putting our mini fridge down there to supply endless cold beer for the summer. (And milk for the kids, of course). It should take us a few weeks to get party central finished, but after that, I know a few people who need to make a road trip and hang out on boat row with us. :-)
That's about it. Back at work and waiting for pain meds to work so I can. Time for second cup of coffee, it's hard to get into the swing of things when it's so rainy and dreary outside.
When does it turn into summer here? I'm still in long sleeves and scarves! And that, in June, just looks ridiculous.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Don't want to even admit this, but.....
I have a Weight Watchers meeting tomorrow morning, and I'm scared to get on the scale. I know it's up. A ridiculous amount. And I don't know how I'm going to handle actually seeing those numbers.
It's so hard! I'm the kind of person who gains weight like crazy if I'm not active. And as if you couldn't tell by the past several months of blogging, it's not like I've been able to exercise. It's terrible. I'm so depressed about this.
I tried a new pain medication today, trying to get off the one I've been on for months. The only thing it did was knock me out. Seriously. It made me so sleepy that I had to go home and get in bed. For four hours. I was DONE. Knocked OUT. I haven't felt like that in ages.
So when Glynn came home with the kids, I woke up, in pain, as usual, and took some more of the same medication. Hoping against hope that it would work.
We went down to the marina and measured the yardage in front of our slip so we can buy enough bricks to make a flat area. We're also going to buy a gazebo-type tent and some outdoor storage bins. Planning on spending the entire summer on or by the lake. We met some other people nearby us and they seem like a TON of fun. Since we have electricity and running water with our slip, we can even move our little fridge out there like everyone else does! Getting really excited for summer.
That's about it for tonight. Tomorrow, I have to face the music (damn scale), suck it up, and move on. It's gonna be a long hard road to get this weight off of me, but I know I can do it. It's just so much harder without being able to work out.
Time to have a family snuggle time.
More updates to come.....
It's so hard! I'm the kind of person who gains weight like crazy if I'm not active. And as if you couldn't tell by the past several months of blogging, it's not like I've been able to exercise. It's terrible. I'm so depressed about this.
I tried a new pain medication today, trying to get off the one I've been on for months. The only thing it did was knock me out. Seriously. It made me so sleepy that I had to go home and get in bed. For four hours. I was DONE. Knocked OUT. I haven't felt like that in ages.
So when Glynn came home with the kids, I woke up, in pain, as usual, and took some more of the same medication. Hoping against hope that it would work.
We went down to the marina and measured the yardage in front of our slip so we can buy enough bricks to make a flat area. We're also going to buy a gazebo-type tent and some outdoor storage bins. Planning on spending the entire summer on or by the lake. We met some other people nearby us and they seem like a TON of fun. Since we have electricity and running water with our slip, we can even move our little fridge out there like everyone else does! Getting really excited for summer.
That's about it for tonight. Tomorrow, I have to face the music (damn scale), suck it up, and move on. It's gonna be a long hard road to get this weight off of me, but I know I can do it. It's just so much harder without being able to work out.
Time to have a family snuggle time.
More updates to come.....
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Can we talk about something happy?
I'm so sick of being depressing. I'm ready to find something to laugh about.
So let's see.....the latest Spencer family stories.
The kids took a bath in "Mommy and Daddy's tub" tonight, they LOVE the jacuzzi because it makes the biggest bubbles. Afterwards, we had the cutest naked babies running around tearing the house apart before we were able to catch them and get their jammies on. I love nights like tonight, when the kids are in a great mood, eat well, and go to sleep somewhat on time.
Glynn and I wanted to take them outside this weekend and camp out in the backyard, but it won't be warm enough yet, so we've decided to camp out in the basement, complete with tent, sleeping bags, and the works. We're going to have so much fun. I love fun weekends with the kids like this.
We got the boat put in the water this week, we just have to get our stickers and we're in business baby! I hope we get the chance this weekend. Both the kids have been asking for "our boat". As in, "Where's our boat, Mommy?" It's so cute.
Earlier tonight, after I had put Maddie to bed and was working on Brady, he kept asking me, "Where's Maddie? I need my stis-ter!" So cute.
That's about it. The babies always brighten my day, no matter how mundane or day-to-day their activities, it never fails to make me smile. What great kids we have. We're so lucky.
I need to remember all of my blessings when I get upset over this whole pain issue. I need to keep things in perspective. It's hard, sometimes, when it all gets on top of me, but what's a health issue when I have the most wonderful husband and kids in the world? As long as they are here, I really don't have anything to worry about. I can do anything as long as they are by my side.
I love my family.
Enough mushiness for tonight. I'm finally ready for bed. More incessant ramblings tomorrow, stay tuned......
So let's see.....the latest Spencer family stories.
The kids took a bath in "Mommy and Daddy's tub" tonight, they LOVE the jacuzzi because it makes the biggest bubbles. Afterwards, we had the cutest naked babies running around tearing the house apart before we were able to catch them and get their jammies on. I love nights like tonight, when the kids are in a great mood, eat well, and go to sleep somewhat on time.
Glynn and I wanted to take them outside this weekend and camp out in the backyard, but it won't be warm enough yet, so we've decided to camp out in the basement, complete with tent, sleeping bags, and the works. We're going to have so much fun. I love fun weekends with the kids like this.
We got the boat put in the water this week, we just have to get our stickers and we're in business baby! I hope we get the chance this weekend. Both the kids have been asking for "our boat". As in, "Where's our boat, Mommy?" It's so cute.
Earlier tonight, after I had put Maddie to bed and was working on Brady, he kept asking me, "Where's Maddie? I need my stis-ter!" So cute.
That's about it. The babies always brighten my day, no matter how mundane or day-to-day their activities, it never fails to make me smile. What great kids we have. We're so lucky.
I need to remember all of my blessings when I get upset over this whole pain issue. I need to keep things in perspective. It's hard, sometimes, when it all gets on top of me, but what's a health issue when I have the most wonderful husband and kids in the world? As long as they are here, I really don't have anything to worry about. I can do anything as long as they are by my side.
I love my family.
Enough mushiness for tonight. I'm finally ready for bed. More incessant ramblings tomorrow, stay tuned......
Follow up on follow up....
It wasn't the backup that's causing my pain. The good news is, we've figured out what IS causing it.
Osteitis. Inflammation of the lining over the bone, where the mesh repair is sutured internally. It's NOT a nerve problem, which is also good news, but this inflammation can take months to heal. Like six months or more. Caused by pulling of the mesh away from the bone which was caused by me being too active, apparently. So I dug my own grave. Which is really a bitter pill to swallow.
In which time, I'm not allowed to exercise, lift anything heavy, or stand for prolonged periods of time. Read: high risk of becoming really really fat and lethargic. I can't let this happen.
I'm going to be followed by a pain management clinic and I'm looking into alternative healing methods like acupuncture. I'm so tired of being in pain. It's exhausting, really.
I'm going to walk as much as possible, but I'm not allowed vigorous exercise. Thank god for Weight Watchers, that will help me watch my food intake but it's gonna be a real challenge to not gain any more weight, let alone lose it. I'm kinda depressed about this. I've always been a pretty active person, so this is killing me. I'm also the type that if I don't exercise, I really gain weight easily, even when I'm watching my diet.
So next time you see me, please make sure there's a celery stick in my hand and not a french fry.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. On all these imaging studies that have been done (CT, abdominal films, etc) they found another sweet little surprise.
I apparently also have a kidney stone. On the side that I'm in pain anyway.
Excellent. Super. Just what I need. So when THAT little bad boy starts acting up, I'll get another healthy dose of excruciating pain. Good to know I've got something to look forward to.
Glynn had better just put me out to pasture and start looking for a wife that's not broken. :( I'm sorry, honey, that I'm so defective. I don't come with a warranty.
I wish I had better news. I really really do.
I suppose the silver lining is this: it happened while we're still in the Navy, therefore I get a paycheck no matter how much (or little) I'm able to work.
Okay, that made me smile. Forgive me, I'm not all sunshine and rainbows today. Give me awhile, I'll be back to myself as soon as I'm done wallowing in self-pity.
Osteitis. Inflammation of the lining over the bone, where the mesh repair is sutured internally. It's NOT a nerve problem, which is also good news, but this inflammation can take months to heal. Like six months or more. Caused by pulling of the mesh away from the bone which was caused by me being too active, apparently. So I dug my own grave. Which is really a bitter pill to swallow.
In which time, I'm not allowed to exercise, lift anything heavy, or stand for prolonged periods of time. Read: high risk of becoming really really fat and lethargic. I can't let this happen.
I'm going to be followed by a pain management clinic and I'm looking into alternative healing methods like acupuncture. I'm so tired of being in pain. It's exhausting, really.
I'm going to walk as much as possible, but I'm not allowed vigorous exercise. Thank god for Weight Watchers, that will help me watch my food intake but it's gonna be a real challenge to not gain any more weight, let alone lose it. I'm kinda depressed about this. I've always been a pretty active person, so this is killing me. I'm also the type that if I don't exercise, I really gain weight easily, even when I'm watching my diet.
So next time you see me, please make sure there's a celery stick in my hand and not a french fry.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. On all these imaging studies that have been done (CT, abdominal films, etc) they found another sweet little surprise.
I apparently also have a kidney stone. On the side that I'm in pain anyway.
Excellent. Super. Just what I need. So when THAT little bad boy starts acting up, I'll get another healthy dose of excruciating pain. Good to know I've got something to look forward to.
Glynn had better just put me out to pasture and start looking for a wife that's not broken. :( I'm sorry, honey, that I'm so defective. I don't come with a warranty.
I wish I had better news. I really really do.
I suppose the silver lining is this: it happened while we're still in the Navy, therefore I get a paycheck no matter how much (or little) I'm able to work.
Okay, that made me smile. Forgive me, I'm not all sunshine and rainbows today. Give me awhile, I'll be back to myself as soon as I'm done wallowing in self-pity.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Health update. Gross TMI ahead, read at your own risk!
Now that I've updated Mom, I guess I can blog about this. I got a talking-to earlier for Twittering about my CT without telling her first. Kinda sent her into a little bit of a panic, 'cause I hadn't given her a heads up before. Sorry, Mom. Forgive me?
I've been having chronic pain issues ever since my surgery (and before, but I'm not counting that right now). I've been in pain that has not resolved, limits my activity, and generally affects my quality of life to the point where depression is becoming an issue. That's just a quick rundown. I don't even want to begin to get into the details of it.
Basically, the surgery that I had to repair this hernia was supposed to resolve the pain issues, due to the fact that the hernia was compressing a nerve and had caused irreversible damage to it. That nerve had a portion of it removed during my surgery. Hence, no pain, right?
Wrong.
So I saw my surgeon for yet ANOTHER follow up on Monday. He was concerned that during the surgery, not enough of the damaged nerve had been removed and that was the source of my ongoing pain. He started using words like, "pain management specialists" and "neurontin" and "nerve ablation by injection" which are all psuedonyms for "long-ass pain management that may or may not work, possibly affecting you for the rest of your life."
Not good. Not good at ALL.
So he decided to get a follow-up CT to make sure that the repair was holding, there was no recurrent hernia, no infection, etc. etc. etc.
I had that done this morning. The diagnosis?
I'm full of shit.
Literally.
Like y'all needed at CT to tell me that, right? No, seriously, here's where the TMI comes in, so for you queasy folks, feel free not to read ahead.
I had so much stool backup that I was practically impacted. Seriously. He showed me the CT. There was more poo in my colon than almost humanly possible. I was more full of shit than Rod Blagojevich. Apparently I got "backed up" after I stopped taking my post-operative stool softeners. That combined with the pain medication makes for a big 'ole colon full of poo, which is pressing on the hernia repair and causing pain.
Poop. My problem is poop.
Only me. This could only happen to me. The good news is, it's an easy fix. (if that is indeed where the pain is coming from, we'll know in a few hours). The bad news? Um. I had to drink the Go-Lytely stuff that you have to take before a colonoscopy (which is extremely disgusting, by the way). To um, clean things out? And that? Is extremely uncomfortable. Let's just say that I am only a few steps away from the bathroom right now. And don't plan on moving very far away from it for awhile.
The other potentially bad news? Even though my surgeon is pretty sure that this is where the pain is coming from, if he's wrong, we're back to the whole pain-management pathway. Which is not supposed to happen to people my age.
So please please PLEASE everyone, keep me in your prayers that the, um, elimination does the trick.
If I'm pain free in the morning after the, uh, cleansing, then we're in the clear.
If not?
God help us.
I'm praying this is the answer. I'm sick of not only feeling like crap (pardon the pun) but I'm tired of talking about it. And not being able to be myself. I would kill to be able to work out and have energy and a metabolism again.
The way it's going right now, if I eat more than a single spinach leaf a day, I'm going to turn into Jabba the Hut.
And then nobody could see my cute shoes. Also? Brown is so not my color.
I've been having chronic pain issues ever since my surgery (and before, but I'm not counting that right now). I've been in pain that has not resolved, limits my activity, and generally affects my quality of life to the point where depression is becoming an issue. That's just a quick rundown. I don't even want to begin to get into the details of it.
Basically, the surgery that I had to repair this hernia was supposed to resolve the pain issues, due to the fact that the hernia was compressing a nerve and had caused irreversible damage to it. That nerve had a portion of it removed during my surgery. Hence, no pain, right?
Wrong.
So I saw my surgeon for yet ANOTHER follow up on Monday. He was concerned that during the surgery, not enough of the damaged nerve had been removed and that was the source of my ongoing pain. He started using words like, "pain management specialists" and "neurontin" and "nerve ablation by injection" which are all psuedonyms for "long-ass pain management that may or may not work, possibly affecting you for the rest of your life."
Not good. Not good at ALL.
So he decided to get a follow-up CT to make sure that the repair was holding, there was no recurrent hernia, no infection, etc. etc. etc.
I had that done this morning. The diagnosis?
I'm full of shit.
Literally.
Like y'all needed at CT to tell me that, right? No, seriously, here's where the TMI comes in, so for you queasy folks, feel free not to read ahead.
I had so much stool backup that I was practically impacted. Seriously. He showed me the CT. There was more poo in my colon than almost humanly possible. I was more full of shit than Rod Blagojevich. Apparently I got "backed up" after I stopped taking my post-operative stool softeners. That combined with the pain medication makes for a big 'ole colon full of poo, which is pressing on the hernia repair and causing pain.
Poop. My problem is poop.
Only me. This could only happen to me. The good news is, it's an easy fix. (if that is indeed where the pain is coming from, we'll know in a few hours). The bad news? Um. I had to drink the Go-Lytely stuff that you have to take before a colonoscopy (which is extremely disgusting, by the way). To um, clean things out? And that? Is extremely uncomfortable. Let's just say that I am only a few steps away from the bathroom right now. And don't plan on moving very far away from it for awhile.
The other potentially bad news? Even though my surgeon is pretty sure that this is where the pain is coming from, if he's wrong, we're back to the whole pain-management pathway. Which is not supposed to happen to people my age.
So please please PLEASE everyone, keep me in your prayers that the, um, elimination does the trick.
If I'm pain free in the morning after the, uh, cleansing, then we're in the clear.
If not?
God help us.
I'm praying this is the answer. I'm sick of not only feeling like crap (pardon the pun) but I'm tired of talking about it. And not being able to be myself. I would kill to be able to work out and have energy and a metabolism again.
The way it's going right now, if I eat more than a single spinach leaf a day, I'm going to turn into Jabba the Hut.
And then nobody could see my cute shoes. Also? Brown is so not my color.
Monday, June 1, 2009
You knew it was gonna happen....
Octomom has signed a deal for a reality T.V. show.
I'm so shocked! (insert sarcastic tone here) How ELSE is she gonna pay for 14 kids, besides all the handouts she's already getting? Wish someone would make a reality show of MY life and pay ME a million dollars for it. It would be called Glynn and Jodie plus 4 (and a dog, a guinea pig, and a turtle...yes, we're keeping the damn thing, don't ask). Episode One: Booger Picking 101. Episode Two: How in the hell did Brady get sand in his crack? Episode Three: Projectile Vomiting on the couch...if these cushions could talk. You get the idea.
When did we as a society become so enamored with the day-to-day drudgery of everyone else's lives? I am SUCH a hypocrit, here. I watch all of those shows. I think it makes us feel better that we're not the only ones who sometimes substitute a bath for a dip in the kitchen sink.
That being said, I don't think there's a thing in that woman's life that I could EVER relate to.
The shameful thing is, I'll probably watch it. If only to point, jeer, and be judgemental.
Yes, I'm perfect. And I never make mistakes. Therefore giving me the right to judge others. (again, sense the sarcasm, people)
But the one mistake I'll NEVER make? Having so many kids by some anonymous sperm donor that I have to do a "kid count" every 10 minutes to make sure none of them have escaped.
I'm fine with my four, thank you very much. Maybe just one more.......
I'm so shocked! (insert sarcastic tone here) How ELSE is she gonna pay for 14 kids, besides all the handouts she's already getting? Wish someone would make a reality show of MY life and pay ME a million dollars for it. It would be called Glynn and Jodie plus 4 (and a dog, a guinea pig, and a turtle...yes, we're keeping the damn thing, don't ask). Episode One: Booger Picking 101. Episode Two: How in the hell did Brady get sand in his crack? Episode Three: Projectile Vomiting on the couch...if these cushions could talk. You get the idea.
When did we as a society become so enamored with the day-to-day drudgery of everyone else's lives? I am SUCH a hypocrit, here. I watch all of those shows. I think it makes us feel better that we're not the only ones who sometimes substitute a bath for a dip in the kitchen sink.
That being said, I don't think there's a thing in that woman's life that I could EVER relate to.
The shameful thing is, I'll probably watch it. If only to point, jeer, and be judgemental.
Yes, I'm perfect. And I never make mistakes. Therefore giving me the right to judge others. (again, sense the sarcasm, people)
But the one mistake I'll NEVER make? Having so many kids by some anonymous sperm donor that I have to do a "kid count" every 10 minutes to make sure none of them have escaped.
I'm fine with my four, thank you very much. Maybe just one more.......
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