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"To sing, to laugh, to dream, to walk in my
own way and be alone. Free with an eye to see things as they are. To say, my soul, be satisfied with with flowers, with fruit, with weeds
even, but gather them in the one garden you may call your own." ~
Cyrano Debergerac
Hi there this is where i used to keep my blog. I don't anymore.It is here now the reason i don't is that the kind folks at freeservers wrote a bad business plan and decided that they could no longer afford to give away free accounts with ftp access. we know that this is silly as ftp access uses much less resources and bandwidth than the crappy web based file manager interface i have to use to put this up. the real reason has more to do with failed model of giving stuff away and then offering some kind of upgrade to entice you into spending money. the folks here at freeservers have opted for the more columbian model of "now that you like it we'll take it away and make you pay to get it." fuck you freeservers. bad business model and all. and fuck the newly added popup ads too. |
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Wednesday, December 05, 2001Zebbie had his eye surgery yesterday. We got up at 5 am to get to the hospital on time. He was fine going in, they had a power wheels jeep to drive into pre-op and they let him drive into the operating room. He didn't even realize I was no longer with him. I watched him go and felt absolutely no fear. It was weird. I have had this lurking since September and have been a little scared every time I thought to much about it. I went into the waiting room, called Grady then crocheted about seven stitches and the doctor was there telling me he was done and everything was fine. They told me to stay out there until he woke and got rambunctious, probably 1/2 hour to an hour, before the anesthesia wore off a bit. I laughed and started packing up my crocheting. Sure enough the nurse came out before I had tucked it away and said I could come in now.He was very upset. He never naps or falls back asleep in the morning. He had a bandage over one eye, and an IV in the his hand. He couldn't see any thing but bright lights if I remember correctly and he was FREAKED. I kept soothing him and telling him what everything was and why he felt sleepy and couldn't see well. The stupid nurse (as opposed to all the wonderful ones) kept telling me he couldn't understand he was still sleepy. No shit sherlock but everytime I tell him it calms him down and he stops thrashing. I didn't mind repeating my self to him but I finally was pissy to her. He is my son and I know how to soothe him thank you very much. After an hour and a half he was seeing the pictures in the book I was reading to him and then three popsicles later he was ready to watercolor. We were home around 10:15 in the morning. We went to pizza hut for lunch and then had a hard time keeping him from running and "bashing" into things. He looks great today and the eye is healing quickly.
* * * * * Tuesday, November 27, 2001The house is quiet, I have a few moments to myself, only a few. I have already heard mattress' squeak anda few little waking up coughs from the boys room. I hear Lyra's little belll rimging, so she is doing her early morning check the cage to see if any opnimgs have turned up. When we let her roam a bit she giggles and chuckles as she burrows into laundry, over and under our laps, playing hide and seek.We are painting our first mural at the day care today. I'll take a before and after picture. I can't wait. Too bad I have to do business stuff in the office while they start. The realtionship with my in laws is a bit strained lately. I wish the sate was a little quicker about this, so we could get open and them off my back. I should go make my tea and get moving have a good day everyone! posted by Joce on 11/27/2001 07:16:24 AM ** link to me**
* * * * * Sunday, November 25, 2001I have to much to do, I don't even have time to write about it much lately.Last night, my family got together to have dinner at the Roadhouse. I think it's like Outback Steakhouse, but the steak wasn't so good. This is a big deal, I don't remember all six children going anywhere together. Five of us, plus the parents, went to Disney for week when I was sixteen. Ally hadn'e even been born yet. By the time she came around, I was on my way out of the house followed by my sisters. My younger brother, by eight years, has enlisted in the Air Force. He enlisted this summer. I am very proud of him. I also can not believe my "little man" is going to be a soldier. Dinner last night was a farewell get together, jusy my parents, brothers and sisters and spouses. We had a wonderful time, lots of laughter, gentle, mostly, teasing. Sharing and giggling. Posing with the quart sized drink my sister ordered. We had a annoucement made to my brother, farewell, we love you blah blah. i can't help thinking that he is leaving forever. Nothing terrible, just knowing, when ever he comes home, he will never be the same. I know we all change over the years, but to have it so obvious. Knowing exactly when it will happen. I know he'll be successful, I know he make it. I just losing my first "baby". I took him under my wing as soon as I was allowed to hold him unattended. I changed his diaper, fed him, played with him, took him on walks, loved the shit out of him. He was my little buddy. While he was still at home I could still look at him dotingly as my little brother, even as he was obviously a man. This will be our first christmas without the whole family there. It scares me.
* * * * * Thursday, November 22, 2001 I hope your thanks giving left you as thankful and satisfied as this little boy.
* * * * * Wednesday, November 14, 2001Zeb just came to me crying with a toy stuck in his mouth. It was stuck too, it took several tries to get it out. BoysLyra, our ferret is doing very well. We got her collar on last night. Tonight, I need to trim her nails. She is not going to like it. Today was a half day at school. We didn't realize it until the school called us to come pick up our chld. Duh. It interrupted me about to clean the litterbox. Damn,;). My office is almost done. It's beautiful. I'll move in later this week. Finally, Now I don't have to worry about the kids spilling crap on my files.
* * * * * Sunday, November 11, 2001So, this week I stopped taking prozac and then after a few days started serezone. It is supposed to help the same way prozac does without the heavy side effects. Of course I started the new meds and came down with a terrible sinus cold/flu whatever. I am not sure what all I did this week except have my husband take care of me.He's a saint sometimes. We have a new addition to our family. Her name is Lyra and she is a six week old ferret. She is the sweetest thing. Hopefully she'll stay that way if we limit the time the boys are exposed to her. I brought her cage out to the living room so they could visit and they ran stuff against her cage until she was a bit agitated. She snuggled nicely with me after I put her back in our room and she had some peace. I think that will be her permanent home for awhile. She has an almost white under coat with buff/tan markings on her face and dark brown ends on her fur. She is so pretty. She uses her litter box every time, so far and likes her food and water bottle. Tonight I will attempt her first bath and nail clipping. Hopefully it won't be too traumatic for either of us.
* * * * * Tuesday, November 06, 2001It' been a while again. I had a get together for my husband's 30th birthday Saturday, hosted bny my best friend who is supposed to be working on getting her blog running. She did an awesome cake. We had a good time, I gained a couple pounds. Something about wine and snack food. Maybe Deb is right and I should think of drinking more *giggle*. Sunday I spent painting our office, kitchen,two bathrooms and one classroom. I have reached my pain limits by typing this much. Maybe when karate is over I can take some drugs and blog some more.posted by Joce on 11/6/2001 05:04:51 PM ** link to me**
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