Coke Zero was my emotional crutch. My dear friend in a time of need. It calmed me down and set me straight when my busy life got me tied up in a bunch.
Today....I'm having just one of those type of days. Without Coke Zero, I only have my nails to bite and my hair to pull.
To start, the robot who is supposed to make my life easier is bugging the crap out of me. Its our Roombo, a vacuum cleaner robot. Twice, it followed me into the bathroom, with complete disregard for my privacy. Then, it decided it was lonely and took Sage's Dance-dance-revolution pad for a stroll through the house. Holding its hand...i mean power chord, the two bumbed around the living room until I caught them and separated them.
God, I crave a coke zero.
I did some work on the Run for the Cure memory tent today, but had to stop when I couldn't find my new scalloped-edged scissors. I looked and I looked and I looked. I even quoted my dad "Those scissors didn't just get up and walk away!".
God, I crave a coke zero.
I got pulled over by a cop at 10:30 this morning for speeding. My first time ever!!!! He was nice through. He said "where are going in such a hurry this morning?" I said meekly "home". He said "Does this happen to you often?". I said "This is a first. An absolute first.". I sat in my car, he sat in his, checking out my license and registration. I silently prayed that Bill didn't incur any unpaid parking tickets while driving my car. My report must have came back clean, because he let me off with a warning.
God, I crave a coke zero.
So, I have a poster half made, a crazed robot roaming the house looking for his lost-date, and a tarnished police record.
I really crave a coke zero, but I'm going to make it though.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Sweet Poison
I know I'm late getting the message through my head, but Aspartame is sweet poison. Just google it and holy crap....
All my health ailments that my doctor couldn't solve, are actually symptoms of my Aspartame addiction. Hell, ya. I'm addicted. I drink no less than two and sometimes as much as five coke zeros a day. Rather, I DID. Yesterday, I quit.
I'm tired of having dizzy spells, fainting, losing balance, being moody, etc. Dr. R. told me that I have a perpetual inner ear infection. He ordered up blood tests, which showed nothing. I know I'm addicted, because when I want a coke zero, I have to have it. Ask Bill what its like when I want coke zero!!! Even Sage knows what I'm like when I get the craving.
So now that the withdrawal has set in, I'm bound and determined to stick it through. I had a whole honeydew melon today, two apples, a plum, a michelina meal, and drank about 10 glasses of water to try to get through the day. I've had a wicked headache and I'm very fidgety. I look like a wiley junkie.
I'll keep you posted about my progress. By the way, Aspartame is sweet poison. I advise you cut it out of your diet too.
All my health ailments that my doctor couldn't solve, are actually symptoms of my Aspartame addiction. Hell, ya. I'm addicted. I drink no less than two and sometimes as much as five coke zeros a day. Rather, I DID. Yesterday, I quit.
I'm tired of having dizzy spells, fainting, losing balance, being moody, etc. Dr. R. told me that I have a perpetual inner ear infection. He ordered up blood tests, which showed nothing. I know I'm addicted, because when I want a coke zero, I have to have it. Ask Bill what its like when I want coke zero!!! Even Sage knows what I'm like when I get the craving.
So now that the withdrawal has set in, I'm bound and determined to stick it through. I had a whole honeydew melon today, two apples, a plum, a michelina meal, and drank about 10 glasses of water to try to get through the day. I've had a wicked headache and I'm very fidgety. I look like a wiley junkie.
I'll keep you posted about my progress. By the way, Aspartame is sweet poison. I advise you cut it out of your diet too.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Doctor What's-his-name Rules!
What a night! We knew Jackson was having an Asthma episode. It started on Friday. We have all the right meds to manage it at home. So we thought. Last night, he went to bed wheezing and although he slept, it was very restless sleep. His breath was shallow and he was purring and mewing like a kitten. It was a strange sound to describe. I asked him later if you had any dreams last night and he told me he dreampt that bees kept stinging him in the back. Bill slept (or non-slept rather) with Jackson until 6 am, then I took over. I listened to him breathe for about 15 minutes and then yelled for Bill to start packing a bag. His puffer obviously wasn't doing its job.
It was 7 am by the time we got to the hospital. Jackson is very accustomed to the routine so he's very compliant with the nurses. When we were being registered, he saw a black EMT. He said, "why is that man that color?" I said he was black. Jackson said out loud, "he's not black, Mommy, you got the color wrong, he's BR-OW-N." The man heard and gave Jackson a big smile. Then when we went into the waiting room, there were two black boys about Sage's age. They were twins. Jackson said "Mom, there's two brown boys." I love the curiousity of a child....so innocent. We waited for a little more than an hour. Not a bad wait at all. Then we got a great ER room. It wasn't a bad morning at all. Jackson is so good in these situations. One of our neighbors was in the ER with her mother, who was brought in from her nursing home in the middle of night. So we got to visit a little.
The doctor who attended Jackson was outstanding!!! He walked in the room singing "I'm going to Jackson, going to mess around, I'm going to Jackson, look out Jacksontown." Well, he won us over right there. He had us at Johnny Cash. Bill sings that song all the time around the house. Even Sage knows most of the words "We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout."
The doctor pretended to get all his body parts mixed up. He examined Jackson's toes instead of his ears, etc. Then when Jackson showed him where ears really are located, the doctor pretended to look for birds in Jackson's ears. He made little twitter sounds in his ears after he looked. Jackson was as enamored of the doctor as he is of Perley the Magician. The doctor prescribed the normal dosing of pedia-pred (aka speed for kids) and sent us on our way. He yelled after Jackson as we were leaving "Whenever I'm sick, I put bologne in my shoe. Try it, Jackson." Jackson giggled about the doctor all the way home.
I napped for about two hours when we got home. Two hours is definitely not enough, but Bill had to go to work for the afternoon. Jackson's friend Hunter was in to play for a little bit and now all is quiet. Jackson is watching a movie and I'm blogging. Sage is out playing. Its peaceful.
Oh...and you know why his meds weren't working. His preventative puffer was empty and his rescue inhaler was over a year past the expiration date. So now we have fresh puffers! Hopefully, we will do a better job of Asthma management.
It was 7 am by the time we got to the hospital. Jackson is very accustomed to the routine so he's very compliant with the nurses. When we were being registered, he saw a black EMT. He said, "why is that man that color?" I said he was black. Jackson said out loud, "he's not black, Mommy, you got the color wrong, he's BR-OW-N." The man heard and gave Jackson a big smile. Then when we went into the waiting room, there were two black boys about Sage's age. They were twins. Jackson said "Mom, there's two brown boys." I love the curiousity of a child....so innocent. We waited for a little more than an hour. Not a bad wait at all. Then we got a great ER room. It wasn't a bad morning at all. Jackson is so good in these situations. One of our neighbors was in the ER with her mother, who was brought in from her nursing home in the middle of night. So we got to visit a little.
The doctor who attended Jackson was outstanding!!! He walked in the room singing "I'm going to Jackson, going to mess around, I'm going to Jackson, look out Jacksontown." Well, he won us over right there. He had us at Johnny Cash. Bill sings that song all the time around the house. Even Sage knows most of the words "We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout."
The doctor pretended to get all his body parts mixed up. He examined Jackson's toes instead of his ears, etc. Then when Jackson showed him where ears really are located, the doctor pretended to look for birds in Jackson's ears. He made little twitter sounds in his ears after he looked. Jackson was as enamored of the doctor as he is of Perley the Magician. The doctor prescribed the normal dosing of pedia-pred (aka speed for kids) and sent us on our way. He yelled after Jackson as we were leaving "Whenever I'm sick, I put bologne in my shoe. Try it, Jackson." Jackson giggled about the doctor all the way home.
I napped for about two hours when we got home. Two hours is definitely not enough, but Bill had to go to work for the afternoon. Jackson's friend Hunter was in to play for a little bit and now all is quiet. Jackson is watching a movie and I'm blogging. Sage is out playing. Its peaceful.
Oh...and you know why his meds weren't working. His preventative puffer was empty and his rescue inhaler was over a year past the expiration date. So now we have fresh puffers! Hopefully, we will do a better job of Asthma management.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Night of Firsts
It's a night of firsts:
But I don't think I made a mistake. My parents let me go to the Lawton's Drug Store on the Bedford Highway in Halifax when I was much younger than Sage. Heck, my grandmother even sent me to buy her "smokes". So I went to the store all by myself with $1.75 and the flap from grandmothers Peter Jackson's. Nothing bad ever happened to me. At least none that I can remember.
Oh, earlier I said I had a 'crappy' run. Just so you don't think I'm a curmudgeon, I'll explain. Parker, my black lab, is my regular running partner. Tonight, he was more 'regular' than ever. I had to stop to let him poo a few times. Thank goodness for the doggy doo doo bag dispenser on the trail. Needless to say, my average speed was much lower than normal. It was 7.8 km per hour....typically I'm 10km per hour. I walk at 6.5. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. I'll just leave poopy Parker at home.
- First time I saw a man riding a giant unicycle on the trail. I'm not kidding!
- First time I let Sage go to the store with her friends without parental supervision. I wish I was kidding!
But I don't think I made a mistake. My parents let me go to the Lawton's Drug Store on the Bedford Highway in Halifax when I was much younger than Sage. Heck, my grandmother even sent me to buy her "smokes". So I went to the store all by myself with $1.75 and the flap from grandmothers Peter Jackson's. Nothing bad ever happened to me. At least none that I can remember.
Oh, earlier I said I had a 'crappy' run. Just so you don't think I'm a curmudgeon, I'll explain. Parker, my black lab, is my regular running partner. Tonight, he was more 'regular' than ever. I had to stop to let him poo a few times. Thank goodness for the doggy doo doo bag dispenser on the trail. Needless to say, my average speed was much lower than normal. It was 7.8 km per hour....typically I'm 10km per hour. I walk at 6.5. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. I'll just leave poopy Parker at home.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Plugging my nose and diving in
After following Krista Ds blog during her trip to China, I decided its time for me to give blogging a whirl. I'm not sure if I have enough going in my life to make my blog posts as interesting as Krista D, but...I am a writer, so I can embellish.
So to start a little about me and mine. My husband and I own an apple orchard in the high mountains, with a stable full of horses, and dazzling views out our country house....ooops, I'm embellishing. Now, we are suburbanites eaking out our existance by working our brains into mush. Bill is part owner, co-CEO of OrangeSprocket Communications. www.orangesprocket.com. I am a technical writer at Q1, network security company. We have three kids. Technically, "we" have two kids together as in two kids that share both our DNA. Bill has a daughter, who was two when I met her. Instant family! Kaboom! That was 13 years ago. I haven't been outside the house since (except to work my brain into mush in the office.) We also have a three-year-old black lab. Are we busy? Hell, yah. Are we happy? Mostly, yah. We get so caught up in school, gymnastics, dance, soccer, daycare, household duties, volunteer duties, work duties, that we often don't get to take a deep breath for sometime weeks on end. But when we do, we enjoy it. We have a great family and a great life.
Oh, my husband just told me that he's gotten our son (the youngest) into country music. Arrrghhh. Sigh. I give up. I'll have to dose Jackson with some Metallica to get his music priorities straightened out.
So to start a little about me and mine. My husband and I own an apple orchard in the high mountains, with a stable full of horses, and dazzling views out our country house....ooops, I'm embellishing. Now, we are suburbanites eaking out our existance by working our brains into mush. Bill is part owner, co-CEO of OrangeSprocket Communications. www.orangesprocket.com. I am a technical writer at Q1, network security company. We have three kids. Technically, "we" have two kids together as in two kids that share both our DNA. Bill has a daughter, who was two when I met her. Instant family! Kaboom! That was 13 years ago. I haven't been outside the house since (except to work my brain into mush in the office.) We also have a three-year-old black lab. Are we busy? Hell, yah. Are we happy? Mostly, yah. We get so caught up in school, gymnastics, dance, soccer, daycare, household duties, volunteer duties, work duties, that we often don't get to take a deep breath for sometime weeks on end. But when we do, we enjoy it. We have a great family and a great life.
Oh, my husband just told me that he's gotten our son (the youngest) into country music. Arrrghhh. Sigh. I give up. I'll have to dose Jackson with some Metallica to get his music priorities straightened out.
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