yesterday's activities

DWise1

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@Pygmalion--BRAVO on the new exercise routine and resolve. As I think I mentioned upthread when you mentioned walking over lunch...I think it is the best thing you can do for YOU! Great for bp, stress-reducing, etc.
Don't know if I've ever mentioned this, but my first year of graduate school was probably the single worst year of my life. I was under a lot of stress. For me, this physically manifests itself in my stomach being upset. I also did not own a car, so I had to go everywhere by bus. Not a fun combo. Exercise was one key to helping me get my stress down to manageable levels.

SATURDAY:
Up early for no reason.

Read Deborah Levy's Swimming Home.

Husband woke up around 10 AM. He is still sick, but seems to have turned a corner since January 1, and was down to around a 3 or 4 on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the sickest. Today he woke up and announced he felt "a little worse." Fantastic. Day 76 and all is (still) not well. His chest x-ray and head CT of sinus cavities looked good, according to doctor. But if he doesn't feel better soon, they will send to a specialist.
I have been re-reading my 2012 diaries, which refreshed my recollection: he had another month-plus illness in February-March of 2012. I think spending 3 or more months of 2012 sick is a lot. His doctor says it is because of the asthma, that it makes him more vulnerable. If that is true, then I don't think his current asthma management strategy is good enough. Surely not every person with asthma is sick this much?

So I took Child to gymnastics.
12-1--Child's gymnastics. I read.
1:15--Trip to bookstore. Before I knew it, Child had talked me into getting her five books!

Some more chit-chat about our possible decor for downstairs rec room. We are having a lot of fun making plans. My sister seems concerned that it will be hard to get this fun and funky look right and that we should hire a decorator. She may be right, but my feeling is that we only have to please ourselves. Walls are SW Undercool Blue. We are doing a pink sofa, zebra throw pillows. Built in bookcase. Probably a mini fridge and microwave in black. Child likes this side table, and we are considering it:


The aesthetic we are going for is Barbie Dream House for Book-Loving Barbie. ;)

Another possible accent piece, to hold board games, etc. (Don't worry--it would not be right next to the other funky piece):


3:30ish--6 miles on treadmill...but something was not right. Treadmill was not recording mileage! IFit did a new version of their software a few weeks back and there have been some problems since then. What's weird is that I also worked out 12/27, 12/28, 12/29, 12/30, 1/1, and 1/3, and did not have this problem.

SET I: 8.5 mins @6.0 mph/1.5 min @6.8 mph x 3 = 30 mins.
SET II: 2 mins @4.3 mph/8 mins @ 6.0 mph x 3 = 30 mins.
5 additional mins @ 4.3 mph to cool down.
Shower.

Dinner.

Pet cat and dipped into the next book I'm reading, Tan Twan Eng's Garden of Evening Mists.

Spent some time reading through 2012 diaries, thinking back on what went well and what could be improved from 2012. Then wrote in 2013 diary.
That high-heel graphic reminds me of my job interview in 1995 with my present company. The Überboss's wife was friends with an artist whose works the Überboss bought and displayed in the company buildings. When I came in to interview, the waiting room had Iron Butterflies (literally) and foot stools. Literally, these foot stools were like peoples' legs from the knee down, with cuffed suit pants and shoes.

Odetics, formerly just down the street from Disneyland. Our division was sold to an east coast company several years ago.
 

pygmalion

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I think it's cool to let everyone in the family choose pieces they like for the room they are going to share. The high-heeled pump table reminds me of A Christmas Story, though, I have to admit. Fra-gee-lay. Must be Italian.

I think you should definitely get that table and take a bunch of pictures of CCC on it, beside it, with it. Then torture her with those pictures when she's a teenager and wants to pretend that she doesn't even know her parents, much less a table she picked out when she was ten and into Barbies. THAT is what parenthood is about. Torturing kids. Oh yeah! *grin*
 

ChaChaMama

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I think it's cool to let everyone in the family choose pieces they like for the room they are going to share. The high-heeled pump table reminds me of A Christmas Story, though, I have to admit. Fra-gee-lay. Must be Italian.

I think you should definitely get that table and take a bunch of pictures of CCC on it, beside it, with it. Then torture her with those pictures when she's a teenager and wants to pretend that she doesn't even know her parents, much less a table she picked out when she was ten and into Barbies. THAT is what parenthood is about. Torturing kids. Oh yeah! *grin*
What's funny is that I FBed a recently graduated college student the same table and she LOVES it. I think this actually is the kind of thing that is just funky enough that it might stand that test of time.

But don't worry. I have other things to torture Child with, should the spirit move me. Mwahahaha. She actually loves it when I tell embarrassing stories and goads me to do so.


One of my favorite ones remains the one from when she was maybe 1 1/2 or 2 years old. She was sitting in her high chair, very calmly and articulately saying the F word over and over. I gave my husband The Look. (You know, the one that says "You are the worst parent ever.") He gave me back a "What? I didn't do it! It must be you!" look. Child continued to say the F word, oblivious to the daggers being shot across the table. Then she reached out her little hand toward the table.

She wanted a FORK, but she couldn't make an R sound. "Fok," she said expressively, probably wondering why she was given such idiots as parents and why they were so epically slow handing her the baby fork.
 

ChaChaMama

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That high-heel graphic reminds me of my job interview in 1995 with my present company. The Überboss's wife was friends with an artist whose works the Überboss bought and displayed in the company buildings. When I came in to interview, the waiting room had Iron Butterflies (literally) and foot stools. Literally, these foot stools were like peoples' legs from the knee down, with cuffed suit pants and shoes.

Odetics, formerly just down the street from Disneyland. Our division was sold to an east coast company several years ago.
So the footstools actually had feet? That's clever. I think I like your old company on that basis alone.
 

pygmalion

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Little ones are cute, when they're learning to talk. Like my friend Stephanie, who couldn't say her own name until she was well into first grade. Until she was about six, to hear the old folks tell it, her name was Suh-Tephanie. She couldn't get her tongue to wrap around that diphthong. When she finally got it, there was much rejoicing. It makes me wonder what people do, when they have long and complex last names, for example. Teaching a preschooler to spell Smith? No problem. Anything with more than one syllable? Not so much.

And I'm not dissing the table, btw, ccm. It may be a classic one day, despite its being reminiscent of the infamous but fictional leg lamp. lol. I just can't see most teenagers owning up to it. Teens are a different breed, something I realize more deeply every day, much to my chagrin. *sigh* lol.
 

3wishes

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Yesterday, worked out 2x on my new, lovely, threadmill - while the weather was cold and wet outside!
DS shows up, discussing skiing, happenings, work, etc.
DS's - son #2 grandson, opens late Xmas gift from my parents - CARS activity case, he's lovin it.
Call my step-father "happy 80th" he's finally in a good mood, we promise to take him to Casino.
DD - texts - very excited to start work in a "normal" daily environment with school.
DH finally makes it through the door after stuck in Fort Stockton due to storm/snow/black ice.
DH announces,,,"ok, so I'm thinkin' I should fly to D.C. in March for meetings, instead of driving, this last round of getting stuck wasn't bad, but getting the last available hotel room in a small town was a little nerve racking"
lol.
Neighbor introduces me to products of Melalukin....this is the stuff my DD talked about that now her three allergic, dry skinned children - stuffer no more with. I love the lotion "Renew"....ahhhhhhhhh, no more itch from dry skin, and DH has not sneezed once since we cleaned house with product yesterday, DS notices that his son also does not sneeze or itch (he has severe allergies). wow, gotta put this into the house regularly.
Read, read read and catch up with DH, paperwork, skiing news, etc.
Dreading circuit training workout at an 8 a.m. start time....trainer laughed on phone....eeewwwww tomorrow morning is gonna come early!
 

pygmalion

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So glad to hear about your DD's career change, 3W! (Among other things. :) )

Update on DS and PE. His schedule is changed. I don't even have to sign any forms. A quick and easy email to his counselor and it's done. Since it's PE, it's no problem.
 

Sagitta

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Sunday:
Vineyard church 10-11:15am
Catholic Church 11:30am to 12:30pm, served as Eucharistic minister
12:30 to 1:15pm Eucharistic minister refresher training
1:15pm to 4:00pm - shopping for groceries and some much needed updates to wardrobe
4pm to 8pm - Late lunch then veg out
8-8:40pm - stationary bike, weights
Then shower, get ready for work week and bed!
 

fascination

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mon...teach step class...spend time with boss who is grieving, and may be quitting...think the entire fitness department is about to implode....long overdue....no idea what perspective I should have on that...drive to indy for first lessons in a month...not sure how I felt even til I got out of the car....but, thank goodness, it was good to be back...I can't overstate how relieved I felt...to dinner...get into spat with son, on phone, have really had enough of his forgetting who he is talking to....then dinner also doesn't sit well...maybe it was to long since I last ate and I was too full or I was just too tired, so dinner didn't stay down...too tired to care...find tiny bit of bengay in purse...try to convince self it is enough....crank up heat and fall asleep in my crocs so that I know where they are when I have to walk to the bathroom...b/c I know I am going to feel like hell in the balls of the feet and the ankles when I wake up...never mind the knees...threes hours of gold standard/open smooth with one five minute break midway through?...there will be pain...however, other than the issue with my son, all is right in the world once again
 

ChaChaMama

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MONDAY:
Child slept in with me the night before, and is home from school with sniffles.

Read.
Participate in discussion on departmental business of importance.
Go to grocery store.

Feeling really sluggish, but know what needs to be done....
Treadmill: 4 mins @ 6 mph, 1 min @ 6.8 mph x 6 = 30 mins, followed by 10 mins @ 6 mph. 21 mins @ 4.3 mph w/incline.
Shower.

Make chicken salad w/cranberries for din.

Funny convo at dinner:
Me: Now, just because people might be talking about this at school, I think you should know that the national championship for college football is today...
Child: Who won?
Me: It hasn't happened yet. But the teams will be...
Child: The Ravens?
Me: That's professional football. This will be Alabama, who are called The Tide vs. Notre Dame, who are called The Fighting Irish.
Child: Isn't Notre Dame around here?
Husband: Yes, but this is a different Notre Dame. The original Notre Dame is in...
Child: France!
Me: She's got you there.

Discover that the one task I tried to delegate to Husband that would have taken 5 mins did not get done. Fine. I'm not doing it either. We won't make a hotel reservation and we won't go. Simple as that. I'm not going to make a fuss, but I'm not going to do it. I did the grocery store. I did make dinner. I did laundry. I'm not asking the world Do your bit or don't.

Read with Child.

Fooled around on computer, read a little, bed.
 

pygmalion

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Sorry. I'm a little crazy when it comes to bathtubs. I grew up in a house that was built in the nineteenth century. The third floor (servants quarters no less) still had one of the old fashioned claw-footed bathtubs. Loved it. It's really not that far from a claw-footed tub to a pink stiletto, when you think about it. ;)
 

pygmalion

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@fascination. Best of luck with the upheaval at work. You have endured so much drama there, over the past year or two. I hope that whatever is coming works out for the best for you. My heart also goes out to your boss/friend. She's the one who lost her son recently right? I can't begin to imagine what she's going through. *sigh*
 

j_alexandra

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forgive me, fellow YAthreaders, for I have been remiss. It has been over a week since my last posting.

While I was gone:
CA brother and SIL driven to Newark airport on NYEve
Party prep more or less finished
Fall asleep by 9, no point in drawing it out and I've been up forever (full disclosure: NYE is my anniversary, aka A Day That Will Live in Infamy, so I'm not much for celebrating)
NY Day: finish party prep, grab a shower, and go be nice to people; by 2:30, I'm wondering if anyone's going to show; gradually, slightly more than 50 people make it, eat, drink, and are merry; I ponder the relative merits of prosecco vs. champagne, decide prosecco is the ultimate summer white wine while champagne is lovely any time of year
Cleanup cleanup cleanup; cousins who stayed in NY overnight -- cousins from faraway places, young cousins, 20somethings, who think being in Times Square on NYE is cool -- have reappeared and help massively with cleanup; after cleanup efforts, take two cousins to airport, one to train station, so they can get back to their homes
Cleanup is clearly going to be an ongoing process and there are probably wine glasses still hidden in vases etc that will not see the light of day for months; btw, does anyone know how to get blue candle wax out of a white tablecloth? on account of, the chandelier in the dining room is an actual chandelier, candles, not electric, and there's wax all over the damn place
Throw away a damn lot of high-fat, high-calorie food; JA is most displeased with the way her clothes fit, time to get back to the straight and narrow

The rest of the week is a blur, but I remember gyro (with a hangover; not optimal), lessons, cleanup cleanup cleanup
Rearrange furniture in newly-redecorated library; now I can see out 3 windows, one N, one NE, and one E, toward the river
Crash and burn and bow out of a Date; was invited out for dinner and dancing, and was just too damn tired to go
Read a lot; been a while since I've done that, missed it
Get final fittings on new gown, color me happy
Receive good news and spectacularly bad news in equal measure; meh, life is balance
 

pygmalion

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I love your writing style! Just sayin.

I also commiserate on the whole anniversary thing. I got married on my parents' 46th wedding anniversary. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Makes for quite a tumultuous day for me, every Veterans Day. (Sweet story: Mom and Dad decided to get married on Armistice Day, naively thinking that they'd always get a day off from work to spend together. Nice.)
 

j_alexandra

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Monday:
Ballet
Lesson
To HFKAM to pack one box, which turned into packing 4 boxes (orders! Yay! Income! Yay!) which meant HOURS spent in proximity to Ex, TDNWMH
PO, UPS, supermarket
Home for long enough to receive more bad news
Group class in Mambo, haven't been to group class in months and haven't done any rhythm/latin since I had the bad vertigo, so, it's been over a year, and holy cow, I can't do jack; my dance confidence circles the drain and Teach <koff> expresses his displeasure, shall we say; TDNWMH
Pick up finished new gown from Blond German Friend, then go for a glass of wine and a chat with her
Home, try to sleep, epic fail
 

j_alexandra

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Yesterday:
2 hours' sleep; just sayin'
Almost cancel gyro b/c, y'know, 2 hours' sleep, but go anyway, which turns out to be a good idea; moving is good, moving with intent is better, moving with intent with a teacher who cares about my health and well-being (since it's quite obvious I am not doing well): priceless
Home, eat gobs of protein
Lesson; Teach expresses his displeasure with me crashing and burning in class; all I can reply is, I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW, he threatens to make me compete in Mambo at next comp; I tell him, good luck with that; battle of the wills! Put on new gown for lesson, and it's smashing; it's heavily stoned and heavy as hell, and has a very, very full skirt; I was concerned that the skirt would pull me over in spins and turns, but nope, yay; considering I have had little sleep and am exhausted, lesson goes as well as can be expected;
DB#2 comes for her lesson; she's picked up 2 new Latin dresses over the weekend -- for a song, really, I have shoes that cost more than these dresses -- and tries them out with Teach; she looks GREAT in both of them
Some minor shopping
PO to pick up a Certified Letter that's been worrying me; turns out to be stupid not-to-worry, why is this certified? which is good, b/c I'm kinda up to here with stuff to worry about
Father's Xmas present gets delivered; he saw a recliner in the Cabela's catalog, and us "kids" got it for him; please, what was he thinking? Upholstery on the damn thing is *camo*. CAMO. You have to understand: the room it's in is beautifully decorated, like something out of Architectural Digest, Father has intimidatingly exquisite taste, and then there's this Thing in the corner. I repeat: What was he thinking? But... the colors go with the room, and if you squint, it doesn't look too much like camo, and he sat down in it and sighed with delight. Go figure. A cheap POS recliner upholstered in polyester camo, and he's happy. Whatev.
Laundry etc
Long phone call, catching up with dance buddy
Din
Manage to stay awake until 8pm, but that's all she wrote
 

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