Posts from the “TMI” Category

Under the knife

Posted on June 19th, 2013

This is a scheduled post. Right now I should be in the OR. Why am I sharing this? Well, I’ve been blogging for so many years that if I didn’t blog it, I’m not sure it happened. Is reality subjective or objective? I don’t know. I hated philosophy. In any case (and more importantly), I’d like to apologize in advance for any weird pain-medication influenced posts or tweets I might send out into the world. (You may rest assured that, because I am squeamish, I will not be sharing any of the icky details.) Thank you, insurer, for making the one thing I really, really wanted when I turned 40 happen. Thank you, M, for being a wound care geek so that I don’t…

Categories: TMI

Another damned drill

Posted on May 28th, 2013

Piano lessons were shifted to Thursday, so today Pea and I went to the International Rose Test Garden, where we found one Mr. Lincoln in bloom (it’s a bit early yet) and many, many of her namesake climbing roses in bloom. I didn’t tire her out, but it was a good faith effort on my part (we went to the playground afterward). The major excitement in my life is that I located, in a 1986 art gallery exhibition brochure (which arrived today, thank you abebooks.com), prints of charcoal profiles by Charles Balthazar Julien Févret de Saint-Mémin (look, someone with a name longer than mine) of some esoteric historical figures that I am happy to bore people at parties about. And…I did on Saturday. Lest…

Categories: General Parenting, TMI, Weird day

Accidentally or on purpose

Posted on May 2nd, 2013

I’m working with Pea on taking ownership of her misdeeds. Generally this isn’t a problem, because she self-reported from about the time she could talk. It’s only recently she’s tried to invent stories, but they quickly unravel without much work on my part. This morning it went like this: “Mama, can you come here? Some toilet paper fell into the tub.” “By itself?” I asked. “Yes. In pieces–I mean, I–I–I accidentally–” Big sigh. “No, I did it on purpose. Can you help?” Which is great. I mean, if she’s anything like me, she’ll be lying convincingly about fake sleepovers and states of inebriation in ten years. Some TP in the tub is no big deal. That said, I’m still bitter about the red Sharpie…

Categories: Epiphanies, General Parenting, Sick Mom, TMI

Monday fuckery, the FCC, and ID crisis

Posted on April 29th, 2013

So the HIDA scan this morning wasn’t so bad; I slept through most of it. Pro tip: make your appointment at nuclear medicine for 6:45 AM. The second part wasn’t pleasant (when they give you the drug that makes your gallbladder do its bile-dispensing thing), but despite the uncomfortable feeling, I dozed through it, too, and I managed to eat afterward. The mast drama continues. To make a long story short, M read the FCC regs and realized that the HOA board (and our landlords) were full of shit as to requiring him to take it down. He went to talk to them a few weeks ago, and one of them said, “Really, this is just about saving money?” and offered to call the…

Categories: Hard days, TMI, WTF

Hither and Thither

Posted on April 3rd, 2013

The mast had to come down. As sad as this was, watching how easily M dismantled the thing and lowered 30′ of metal pipe with an antenna on top with one piece of rope was pretty fucking amazing. He took it all in stride and has announced he has another plan. I really, really love Twice. (If you sign up with that link and buy something, you’ll get a $10 credit and so will I. So go thither!) In other exciting news, my jaw has been out of alignment for five days. This, by the way, hurts like a SOB. Also, I miss chewy food. Pea, on seeing me in a particular skirt, “That looks great! And when it shrinks, I can wear it!”…

Categories: Not crazy...yet, Routines, TMI

The day my youth went to the moon

Posted on February 21st, 2013

A long time ago, in an AP Composition class far, far away, I was assigned a partner for a writing assignment in which we had to write what we thought the other would be doing in twenty or thirty years. I can’t remember what I wrote for my partner. She and I had previously bonded over our mutual love for Camper Van Beethoven. She predicted I’d be an impoverished writer living in New York City in a hole in the wall apartment. She meant it well and was surprised I was offended, but in my teenaged fantasy, I sure as hell wasn’t going to be impoverished. In retrospect, she got most of it right. I’m poor. I’m not sure this condo is a hole…

Categories: Not crazy...yet, TMI

I’ve waited a long time for this

Posted on January 23rd, 2013

The historical period I fell in love with was the Age of Sail. Everyone else in my family had other historical periods staked out, but my father’s dominated. In the very few years we lived on the east coast, I went to Gettysburg alone 25 times. Show of hands for everyone whose father made them walk the path of Pickett’s Charge so they’d know what their great-great-great grandfather did! Just me? You know how every Civil War battlefield has a million monuments for each individual regiment? We had to track them down for both sides (North and South, because ours was a house divided). Guys, there are a trillion insects on the east coast and they bite and sting. Also, I am allergic to…

Categories: General Parenting, Good day, TMI

School, scones, skates, and general updates

Posted on January 4th, 2013

Pea tells me how she hates school. I don’t know how to answer this. Truthfully? “So did your father and I.” “I know, but you have to go, anyway.” “This is part of growing up.” “If I had to go to your class, I’d hate school, too.” I haven’t said the last one. Yet. This morning, I said, “I know, but if you hurry you can have a pumpkin scone for breakfast.” (I made them last night. They’re only okay, but then, I couldn’t find any cranberries in the house and I can’t add walnuts on pain of death, so perhaps just the addition of golden raisins do not make a good enough pumpkin scone.) She seems to like them, anyway. I am happy…

Categories: Hard days, School, TMI, Writing

The Gift of Family

Posted on December 23rd, 2012

For Christmas, I spit in a cup. Technically, a test tube. It took a long time to fill that sucker, even when I closed my eyes and thought of lemons. Why? Because for Christmas, M ordered genetic testing from 23andme. And I am so excited about it. Excited to see if the genealogies are correct (because they match to families, and as more people are tested and join the database, the more accurate it becomes). Excited to see what percentage of Neanderthal I am (M is 3%; I got him this testing a couple of years back). Excited to see medical predispositions (other than the blood clotting weirdness I discovered after Pea was born and which makes my life, actuarially speaking, worthless — or…

Categories: Geek, TMI

But I think it’s still a win (or, Done with #NaNoWriMo!)

Posted on November 17th, 2012

Finished NaNoWriMo. Contemplating edits on “real” WIP. Playing with mind mapping software. Reading a great book (Seriously — never thought I’d care about Queen Anne, but it’s a phenomenal biography. Yeah, I did have to order it from the UK — I don’t get publishers. How hard is it to make at least the e-book available worldwide? What’s the down side? I can handle the extra “u” usage and punctuation outside of quotes.) Bacon and bagels for breakfast. Splitting headache. Child with cold symptoms.

Categories: Not crazy...yet, TMI