OK this is serious, and after the BAD reaction I had the other day, You my friends need to know this.
If you take me to the hospital and I can NOT speak for myself or am to stupid to do so, I can not under any circumstances be given Naproxin. or any form of. I run a high fever, forget what I am doing and eventually pass out! I also can not take codeine/vicoden/hydrocodone.... anything with CODEINE is bad for me. I am also allergic to Erythromyacin. I break out in hives, and throw up. And finally I am allergic to bees. If I get stung, there is always an eppi pen in my car, but you have to take me to the hospital if we can't find it. You have 20 minutes.
And to my dear friend Kate who noticed that I was reacting to my meds on Friday night. Thank You. I had never had that problem before, and had forgotten I had taken the pill at dinner. I appreciate your eagle eyes!!!!
Back still hurts, and I am still suffering some effects of the medicine problem, but I am on the mend!!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Cookies, tone and the art of forgiveness
Odd title isn't it.
So this is a 3 part post, and I am trying something new.
(change is good, change is good, change is good)
First cookies, Oh how I love them. My friends daughter made me the BEST ones that I have eaten and I need that recipe. Yummy little pumpkin-spicy chocolate chip wonders with a glaze on top! TO DIE FOR.
Then about a week or so ago, I saw a recipe for chocolate chip bacon cookies. Not a combination that I would have put together, but it does satisfy the "salt and chocolate" urges that women get at certain times of the month. I tried them. Not the actual recipe from the TV show, but I did fry up some bacon, and made chocolate chip cookies and ate them together. (thank you Carrie for the idea.) It was a different taste, but not offensive. I may be persuaded to make them again. Maybe.
Tone. Tone is extremely difficult to judge here on the Internet. Most people (including myself) when reading an e-mail or a blog post, or even a Facebook note on your wall, read with a preconceived idea as to the tone of what the author is trying to say.
For example the Tone I use in my blog is not confrontational. I try to keep it informative. And by that I mean MY blog is a window into MY brain. I use it to express my feelings, insecurities, sadness's and joy. I write for me and me alone and I allow others to read it. I do not use it as a platform to attack. Anyone that truly knows me and has been on the receiving end of an attack from me knows that if we have a problem, you know it. I am not so passive aggressive that I post as a form of attack. My attacks usually come in the form of phone calls and if I am truly pissed off at you I will show up at your house and request a face to face.
Now back to tone and the way we take things. When my neighbor read the post I deleted yesterday she felt that I was angry and not happy with her as she expressed her feelings to me that she thought it wasn't my place to be a warning beacon to the community.
Kate who read the same post and had the opposite reaction. Just going to show that 2 different people can and usually do take things in different ways. 1 thought it to be about her, the other thought it was informative.
My tone in that post was to be informative. It was to let people know that things do happen in happy little bedroom communities. It was to say that I didn't take it seriously at first because I didn't want to believe it. Deep down in my heart, I had to check the facts. Not only for my own peace of mind, but also for the safety of my children. They walk home from school every day, and I as a mother will do what ever I need to do to protect them. If that ruffles a few feathers oh well. I was not put on this earth to be the peace maker. It is NOT in my genetic makeup.
My therapist warned me when I put up the new blog (after the drama the old blog caused) that some how drama would find me again if I made it public instead of keeping it just for me.
I really don't want to have to make it private, but if MY posts and MY opinions start attracting drama again, I will do just that. (Sorry Kate.)
I am filtering out as much drama from my life and I do not want the tone of my life to be a reflection of drama.
I regret having to delete the post, but in order to filter away the drama, I felt that it was best. However that being said, I will not be deleting any more nor censoring what I say. I do not excuse myself for the things I say here. The things that I say reflect my beliefs and my personality. By deleting that post I removed a part of myself and that is something I have to forgive myself for.
Speaking of forgiveness, we had a lesson in it here on Tuesday. Many many times I have told the 3 other people that live here not to leave their things on the stairs. It is a safety hazard and someone is going to get hurt. Multiple times over the course of 4 days, I asked my son to remove his spare pillow from the stairs. He did not, and on Tuesday I stepped on that pillow and fell down a few stairs. The X rays that I had taken don't show any bone damage which I am thankful for and the doc has me taking care of the pain with Aleeve. Which actually WORKS. She did call me in something with Codeine in it so that I could sleep, but after my dopiness the other night, I don't foresee me using it again.
I have forgiven my little boy. I forgave him the minute it happened. He comes home from school and hands me notes saying I am sorry. I write him notes saying I forgive him and that I know it was an accident and that he didn't do it on purpose. I hope to help him find a way to forgive himself so that he can have some peace.
Forgiveness is something that should be given freely to others and ourselves. It is something that we are all worthy of.
Our ability to forgive says alot about us as people. And keeps us at the very least 1 step above animals.
So this is a 3 part post, and I am trying something new.
(change is good, change is good, change is good)
First cookies, Oh how I love them. My friends daughter made me the BEST ones that I have eaten and I need that recipe. Yummy little pumpkin-spicy chocolate chip wonders with a glaze on top! TO DIE FOR.
Then about a week or so ago, I saw a recipe for chocolate chip bacon cookies. Not a combination that I would have put together, but it does satisfy the "salt and chocolate" urges that women get at certain times of the month. I tried them. Not the actual recipe from the TV show, but I did fry up some bacon, and made chocolate chip cookies and ate them together. (thank you Carrie for the idea.) It was a different taste, but not offensive. I may be persuaded to make them again. Maybe.
Tone. Tone is extremely difficult to judge here on the Internet. Most people (including myself) when reading an e-mail or a blog post, or even a Facebook note on your wall, read with a preconceived idea as to the tone of what the author is trying to say.
For example the Tone I use in my blog is not confrontational. I try to keep it informative. And by that I mean MY blog is a window into MY brain. I use it to express my feelings, insecurities, sadness's and joy. I write for me and me alone and I allow others to read it. I do not use it as a platform to attack. Anyone that truly knows me and has been on the receiving end of an attack from me knows that if we have a problem, you know it. I am not so passive aggressive that I post as a form of attack. My attacks usually come in the form of phone calls and if I am truly pissed off at you I will show up at your house and request a face to face.
Now back to tone and the way we take things. When my neighbor read the post I deleted yesterday she felt that I was angry and not happy with her as she expressed her feelings to me that she thought it wasn't my place to be a warning beacon to the community.
Kate who read the same post and had the opposite reaction. Just going to show that 2 different people can and usually do take things in different ways. 1 thought it to be about her, the other thought it was informative.
My tone in that post was to be informative. It was to let people know that things do happen in happy little bedroom communities. It was to say that I didn't take it seriously at first because I didn't want to believe it. Deep down in my heart, I had to check the facts. Not only for my own peace of mind, but also for the safety of my children. They walk home from school every day, and I as a mother will do what ever I need to do to protect them. If that ruffles a few feathers oh well. I was not put on this earth to be the peace maker. It is NOT in my genetic makeup.
My therapist warned me when I put up the new blog (after the drama the old blog caused) that some how drama would find me again if I made it public instead of keeping it just for me.
I really don't want to have to make it private, but if MY posts and MY opinions start attracting drama again, I will do just that. (Sorry Kate.)
I am filtering out as much drama from my life and I do not want the tone of my life to be a reflection of drama.
I regret having to delete the post, but in order to filter away the drama, I felt that it was best. However that being said, I will not be deleting any more nor censoring what I say. I do not excuse myself for the things I say here. The things that I say reflect my beliefs and my personality. By deleting that post I removed a part of myself and that is something I have to forgive myself for.
Speaking of forgiveness, we had a lesson in it here on Tuesday. Many many times I have told the 3 other people that live here not to leave their things on the stairs. It is a safety hazard and someone is going to get hurt. Multiple times over the course of 4 days, I asked my son to remove his spare pillow from the stairs. He did not, and on Tuesday I stepped on that pillow and fell down a few stairs. The X rays that I had taken don't show any bone damage which I am thankful for and the doc has me taking care of the pain with Aleeve. Which actually WORKS. She did call me in something with Codeine in it so that I could sleep, but after my dopiness the other night, I don't foresee me using it again.
I have forgiven my little boy. I forgave him the minute it happened. He comes home from school and hands me notes saying I am sorry. I write him notes saying I forgive him and that I know it was an accident and that he didn't do it on purpose. I hope to help him find a way to forgive himself so that he can have some peace.
Forgiveness is something that should be given freely to others and ourselves. It is something that we are all worthy of.
Our ability to forgive says alot about us as people. And keeps us at the very least 1 step above animals.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
You know you are old when.......
You know you are old when it is 9 pm and you are wondering why you still have your bra on.
You know you are old when the party starts at 10 and you have usually been in bed for an hour by then.
You know you are old when you put your pm pill in your purse to take in the car on the way home from a party.
You know you are old when you CANT remember the last time you left the house at 9:15 pm willingly.
You know you are old when you hit spell check, and take delight in the fact that there are no errors to fix.
Its almost my birthday, and I am officially all of the above.
You know you are old when the party starts at 10 and you have usually been in bed for an hour by then.
You know you are old when you put your pm pill in your purse to take in the car on the way home from a party.
You know you are old when you CANT remember the last time you left the house at 9:15 pm willingly.
You know you are old when you hit spell check, and take delight in the fact that there are no errors to fix.
Its almost my birthday, and I am officially all of the above.
Monday, January 12, 2009
H8 lives on Vandolah Lane
At the beginning of the school year, I gave my children a cell phone. They carry it because they walk home from school, and have to cross a busy street. I want them to be safe. I wanted to protect them. I unfortunately could not protect them from what happened today on the way home from school.
There is a house on my street that has 3 boys that live in it. 2 of them walk home from school sometimes with my children, but mostly walk way ahead of them.
My son calls me today to let me know that they are crossing Woodhaven. (the busy street)
While on the phone with my son, I hear this conversation.
Boys "Sarah you are so GAY, and we DON'T LIKE GAY PEOPLE"
Sarah "Well I like Gay people. I know a girl who has 2 moms and they are really nice"
Boys "Sarah is gay, Sarah is gay, Sarah is gay......" etc
Sarah "Whatever, you are stupid."
So, before piano today Sarah and I had a talk about this.
I asked her what she thought gay was.....She said, RSG and HG are gay. (she used their names....I edit)
I asked her what makes them gay.... She said they love each other, and they kiss on the lips so, they are gay.
I went on to ask her if she thought being gay was alright.......She didn't even miss a beat when she said YES! (I am ever so proud of my 7 year old daughter.)
There is a house on my street that has 3 boys that live in it. 2 of them walk home from school sometimes with my children, but mostly walk way ahead of them.
My son calls me today to let me know that they are crossing Woodhaven. (the busy street)
While on the phone with my son, I hear this conversation.
Boys "Sarah you are so GAY, and we DON'T LIKE GAY PEOPLE"
Sarah "Well I like Gay people. I know a girl who has 2 moms and they are really nice"
Boys "Sarah is gay, Sarah is gay, Sarah is gay......" etc
Sarah "Whatever, you are stupid."
So, before piano today Sarah and I had a talk about this.
I asked her what she thought gay was.....She said, RSG and HG are gay. (she used their names....I edit)
I asked her what makes them gay.... She said they love each other, and they kiss on the lips so, they are gay.
I went on to ask her if she thought being gay was alright.......She didn't even miss a beat when she said YES! (I am ever so proud of my 7 year old daughter.)
I am not proud however of saying where I live anymore. I really used to like this town. There were certain reasons why we moved here, but now they are being over shadowed by the bigotry and hatred that this town has chosen to adopt.
It is very upsetting to me that parents are teaching their children the language of hate. The mother of the bully boys is a teacher at the middle school here, and I certainly hope her hatred does not trickle down to her students.
My usual code is to forgive those who bully me/my family, because trying to talk about things and fix them never works with bigots. I am finding it extremely difficult this time.
I wonder if they need my old white sheets.
Mute button
As you well may know, I am a Nascar freak. A t-shirt wearing, TV yelling, highly superstitious Nascar freak.
There is 1 solid week of race talk, speculation, dueling, qualifying and more talking right before the Daytona 500.
This year the 500 is the day after Valentines day, and I have requested a "mute button" as my Valentines gift.
Every year KC gives me 3 no strings attached "mutes". I have to request them ahead of time, but I always get them. On those 3 days, (Daytona 500, Talladega, and the Brickyard 400) I get to sit on the couch alone in the house with the TV and surround sound on as loud as I want.
I don't have to cook for anyone, I don't have to parent anyone, I don't answer the phone, emails or texts, and unless my driver is doing poorly, I don't have to do any laundry/cleaning. Although I do admit to doing some superstitious laundry to get him back into the top 10.
You laugh, I can hear you, but hand to God, it works. I do laundry Kasey Kahne gets back into the top 10. When I stop, he falls out. SO, I try to pace the Sunday laundry so that he is in the top 10 the entire race.
The rest of the year, it is just implied that if mommy is watching her race cars you (no pun intended) stear clear.
Now the only thing I have to worry about is if my T shirt will be here in time.
There is 1 solid week of race talk, speculation, dueling, qualifying and more talking right before the Daytona 500.
This year the 500 is the day after Valentines day, and I have requested a "mute button" as my Valentines gift.
Every year KC gives me 3 no strings attached "mutes". I have to request them ahead of time, but I always get them. On those 3 days, (Daytona 500, Talladega, and the Brickyard 400) I get to sit on the couch alone in the house with the TV and surround sound on as loud as I want.
I don't have to cook for anyone, I don't have to parent anyone, I don't answer the phone, emails or texts, and unless my driver is doing poorly, I don't have to do any laundry/cleaning. Although I do admit to doing some superstitious laundry to get him back into the top 10.
You laugh, I can hear you, but hand to God, it works. I do laundry Kasey Kahne gets back into the top 10. When I stop, he falls out. SO, I try to pace the Sunday laundry so that he is in the top 10 the entire race.
The rest of the year, it is just implied that if mommy is watching her race cars you (no pun intended) stear clear.
Now the only thing I have to worry about is if my T shirt will be here in time.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Surprises
I don't like them.....I really don't.
Recently I made plans with my tattooist/gal pal and shoe junkie supporter to go to Silverado on the 18Th of January. I thought it was going to be a max of 3 me/her/brittini. (however not sure if this is crazy brittni)
What I was unaware of was, she posted it as a birthday bash for me.
I was unaware until Patti put a post on my wall that there was a naked boy party for me......did I mention I don't like surprises? To clarify, I KNEW about the naked gay boys....what I didn't know was there was a shin dig in the makings for me. SO, I am inviting everyone!!! Come one Come all!!! Please.
So, here is how my birthday week is going down. Pre party on the 15th with Helen Keller and Betty Crocker for breakfast. You know who you are. Sunday party at the Silverado, Monday family obligation, Tuesday other family obligation. Egad I am going to be a zombie on Wednesday!
SO I am hoping at some point SOME NICE PERSON says Hey Eileen lets go have TOM KAH at Dangs....OR Thai green curry at Zao. OR maybe just some cupcakes in baby land.
Just a thought........
Recently I made plans with my tattooist/gal pal and shoe junkie supporter to go to Silverado on the 18Th of January. I thought it was going to be a max of 3 me/her/brittini. (however not sure if this is crazy brittni)
What I was unaware of was, she posted it as a birthday bash for me.
I was unaware until Patti put a post on my wall that there was a naked boy party for me......did I mention I don't like surprises? To clarify, I KNEW about the naked gay boys....what I didn't know was there was a shin dig in the makings for me. SO, I am inviting everyone!!! Come one Come all!!! Please.
So, here is how my birthday week is going down. Pre party on the 15th with Helen Keller and Betty Crocker for breakfast. You know who you are. Sunday party at the Silverado, Monday family obligation, Tuesday other family obligation. Egad I am going to be a zombie on Wednesday!
SO I am hoping at some point SOME NICE PERSON says Hey Eileen lets go have TOM KAH at Dangs....OR Thai green curry at Zao. OR maybe just some cupcakes in baby land.
Just a thought........
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