so.

So. My tummy has not been right at all since last week's vomitfest (sorry if you are reading this over your morning coffee and muesli or whatever). 

I haven't been "ill" since then, nor have I even felt nauseous.  I've just felt sort of....hmm...how would you say it? Acid-y? Like I have a sour stomach?  Not exactly heartburn, but just....well, just UGH.  I've been eating, but I can't say I'm really hungry or interested in food, either. 

I sent an email off to my doc, and we'll see what she says.  Much better idea that getting on the internet and giving myself every possible disease and disorder, for sure.  I'm beginning to wonder about that gallbladder possibility, though.

I really do hope it's no big deal. 
I've had enough big deals this week. 
Sheesh, enough big deals IN THIS LIFE, to be honest.
Shouldn't I get a hall pass or something??

roll

It's just about midnight and I am just getting home from teaching dance class. Grammy's funeral was today, and I am eating ice cream with a grapefruit spoon because every other piece of silverware I own is in the dishwasher on the rinse cycle.

Apparently that's how I roll.

In my head I just burst out singing, "The sun will come out...toooooMORow..." but that's not true, because we're about to be hit by a rain storm. What a way to end my shit storm of a week.


I have high hopes for forgetting all of it, at least for a moment, tomorrow morning while hanging with the Friday Knitters. They never disappoint :-)

scant

I've got nothin'...

Nothin' but exhaustion.
And a pile of laundry to fold.

while i let my feelings settle in...

...another pic of me and Grammy, circa 1968

too many tears today

My Grammy passed away last night. I've spent a lot of time watching memories of her scrolling by through my brain today, and in every single one of them, I can hear her laughter. I think that's a good way to be remembered. She will be missed. (me & Grammy, early to mid 70's)

I probably have more to say on the subject, but I am exhausted. Barely slept a wink last night thinking and feeling, and today was nuts (busy busy)....and every time there was a lull there were tears in my eyes. Seriously. Even cried standing in line at the market.

This is just a duplicate of what I was able to thwack up on Facebook earlier.  I need to go now and give myself a break.

fashion statement

A good look for me, no?

Me, burnin' up the fabric flower fabric on the patio.
Avoiding toxic fumes.
Hot pink ventilator mask.
(Not a haiku.)

snaps on saturday

 

As seen from the Announcer's Table. All day drumline event, our school hosting. 11hours of volunteering, 7 hours of which was flappin' my gums through a microphone.

Next several weeks are our kids performing at other people's school. Still loads of booster parent work to be done, but much less gum flappin'. 

not exactly as planned, but not so danged bad

No barfing today! Yay!

Also no trip to Stitches West, and I'm sorry NoBlogRachel for never answering your question about whether I was going or not, but this is how it went:  I really had not planned to go. Well, okay. Back up. I mean, I was "supposed" to go, because for the last few years I have been going every Friday. See, the Friday knitting group goes on Fridays instead of the regular.  People car pool down, and most of the group stays overnight. There's a dinner and a whole lotta cocktails involved.  For me, I haven't had the luxury of staying overnight.  I trek down for the day, and my friend Sandy has always joined me. We go down for the day, meet up with the ladies of Friday knitting throughout the day here and there, and then meet everyone in the lobby for drinks and nibbles. Then Sandy and I drive home while the over-nighters head out to dinner.

So that was the plan this year, too.  Except about a week or so ago, Sandy and I checked in with each other, and neither one of us was real jazzed about a) making the pilgrimage, and b) spending more money on materials we do not have time to consume (it does seem rather silly at times, all this "stash" business).

Well, on Tuesday night, Kimberly of Craftini and Brooke of Sincere Sheep both gave a pep talk (one by text, one in person) and Sandy and I decided, wtf...we will go.

And then yesterday happened. And then today....well....today I wasn't too bad. No more hurling, but even a cup of tea, some mild soup and little bit of rice, and I thought I had achieved greatness, and still my tummy was hurting like someone had kicked me in the gut. 

Sandy and I did meet up together. We had that cup of tea together at Starbucks, and we popped into the fabric store next door together, ate that soup and rice together, and then went to Michael's together. So in a way, we still shopped for more crafty shit. LOL 

It was a beautiful day out today here. Just lovely. Nice to spend it with a friend, even for a couple of hours, and even though it wasn't the big day we thought we would have. 

Oh well.  Next year??

blech

 

Those are the 3 little magic pills I just went down to the pharmacy to pick up. Supposedly they will help me stop tossin' my cookies, because that is what I have been doing all damn day.  I haven't even been able to keep down water for crying out loud!

At first I thought it was a reaction to taking a pain pill last night. I hardly ever take them, but last night I had that crazy leg spasm syndrome. But I also woke up with a pretty bad headache, so I thought maybe the vomiting was migraine related.  Then it seemed more like I ate something bad.  I finally called Kaiser, they actually pointed out it might be due to the fact that I have gallstones but never had my gallbladder removed.

Hmm.

Possibly.

I'm not buying that, because I don't other gallbladder-ish symptoms, but I wouldn't rule it out.

Well, they have me on this medication until tomorrow (note that it may cause a headache. lovely.), and if I'm still praying to the porcelain goddess by noon tomorrow I am supposed to call them back and head in for little scan.  

Joy. 

is it? nah...

Is it a little crazy that I am sewing myself a sewing kit?

I'm following the instructions for this project from the book Sewn By Hand. I still need to add the thread and thimble holder, and then embellish the cover...so much fun :-)

tipsy

Sorry excuse, but I'm too tipsy to type!

Tuesday night, local knitting night.  Had two beers to wash down my blow-yer-head-off pastor taco.  Afterwards, I stopped by another member's house to pick up a book I had loaned, and her hubby invited me in to have a glass of their wine (they blend their own wine!!)....and now I'm am...well... tipsy~! (borderline tanked, really...what a lightweight!)

Got a few rows in on my knitting, at least.
Sheesh.

5:45am wake-up call with the kiddo for band practice, so off I go....

enthusiast

I have actually been described by a few people as not being into sports. I think they say this because I really really (did I say really??) do not like football.  Of course, if you invited me over for a football game and a beer I'd bring the nibbles...and I'd watch the game (well, sorta...I'd be knitting while you watch it) and I'd pick a team to root for and stay engaged and all that). 

I just don't seek out football, and I really think it's one least interesting sports out there.Wrestling (WWE) and boxing are close behind.  I really just don't care to watch big dudes (or dudettes in some cases) shove each other around.
Not. Interesting.
(to me)

Anyhow, why my dislike of football makes me "not into sports" by some of friends, I will never know. I am into a ton of sports!!

I watch baseball all season long.  I have been glued (and I do mean glued) to the TV watching the Olympics every moment I can, and I love all of it, curling to all the ski events to the skating...all of it.  I looooove watching the Tour de France every year. And....here's one for ya'....I watch a good amount of Bull Riding (but I root for the bull).



So. To my friends who have decided that football is the only sport that makes you a sports fan??? Bah!!!

beautiful day

View of the Golden Gate Bridge from Point Isabel (which I've referred to here before as The Crazy-Crazy Dog Park).  Lovely lovely day, after a night with some rain.

snaps on saturday

Dear AngelOfStrayDogs--

Thank you for making sure the owner of this sweetheart of a dog appeared. Thank you for the man who pointed us to the very soggy Lost Dog sign on the street post.

I can't really handle this family growing any bigger, but there is no way I could have kicked this sweetiepie out of my car after she jumped in it all by herself and licked my face. 

So glad we got it sorted out. 

Always Your Servant--

The Biggest Sucker Ever

dogs say....

....Happy Valentine's Day!

pass the urban dictionary

When you take a fall, and land on your wrist, and it blows up in such a manner that it looks like what your legs look like when you have "cankles"...what do you call it??

Wrinkles?


AND, if cankles are "improved in appearance only by boots," (thank you, Urban Dictionary, for your fashion advice rather than medical advice)....what do I wear then to cover my wristle?? Certainly I have knit something to cover this up, no??

the peanut gallery

I was at the cutting table in the center of medium sized fabric store (Hancock) yesterday, when across a walky-talky came, "Anne? Can you get me a screwdriver??"

Anne, who turned out to be my cutting lady, started asking the cutter next to her, "What?? Did she say screwdriver?? What does she need a screwdriver for??"  She tried to reply on the walky-talky but she couldn't figure out how to work it, so she yelled from the center of the store, all the way up to the register, "A SCREWDRIVER???"

The lady at the front yells back, "YES! CAN YOU PLEASE GET ME A SCREWDRIVER!! I NEED A SCREWDRIVER!!"

So I yell, "AND CAN YOU GET ME A VODKA MARTINI???? I NEED A VODKA MARTINI!!" (sorry, I couldn't resist)

And then from somewhere in the back corner of the store in the home decor section comes, "AND A MARGARITA??? ON THE ROCKS??"



Then you heard just about everyone in the store cracking up (except maybe the lady at the register), giggles floating up above bolts of fabric.

i've lost an idol and an inspiration

I knew I'd never ever be as nice, or sweet, or cute, or funny as she was (I didn't even bother trying)....
but I always wanted to dance like her (and that, I did try).

(my early attempts at tap)

And I grew up on her movies.
 

I think I'd  have to watch it again to figure out the how's and why's, but my favorite of all her movies, Heidi, probably contributed to my love and care of elders and others.  And a desire to live in the Alps or at least somewhere where there were a lot of sheep and cow bells.

Another movie I liked, The Blue Bird (of Happiness), as bizarre at is was, made a huge impression on me as well (what the hell...we're all chasin' after the wrong thing!! And and!! People are just like evil kittens!! And I sort of like evil kittens!! What is wrong with me?!?!!). 

As I got a little older (10-ish, 11-ish maybe?) I learned about my favorite child star's second career as an ambassador, and I remember being ridiculously impressed. How one person could pull off doing such great things in two entirely different fields of work left me positive that you could just change your mind at any time in life about what path you wanted to walk down. Want to do something different?? Well, just do it!  I swear it somehow contributed to my "it's okay...I'll just switch gears and do something different" mentality....you know, like, post-accident.

Sad to hear of her passing.  But that sure seems like one good, full life, doesn't it?

Goodbye, Shirley Temple. 

making things

Making a few new things, duplicating a couple of favorites. Also "making" tonight: a plan to make and sell...

phonin' it in

I don't even know why I brother trying to write a post on Sunday nights this time of year.  I'm too busy being glued to the TV!!

Downton.  True Detectives.  Girls. Sherlock is over (sadly), but has been replaced by the Olympics.  The boys in the house are (accurately) reminding me about how I always complain I'm so tired but stay up way too late basking in the glow of the flat screen.

snaps on saturday

Dinner tonight at Kimbetly's with Rachelle and all partners/ spouses. Theme? White Trash Dinner, costumes included.  

TheMostImportantGuy made bean dip with Fritos. Kimberly made chicken fried steak and mashed taters. Rachelle, peas and biscuits. I made pudding in a cloud. We also brought Coors and some Lime-arita thing in a can (?).

Here's a self portrait (admire my $2 thrift store jacket, purchased today) plus a pic of my eye shadow palette.

I wore every shade LOL
And all those damn hair clips were actually in my bathroom cabinet. Sheesh. 

Here's the gang, and our lovely hostess!!

sham pain

I STILL owe a post with photos from the actual birthday night on Tuesday, but today was the Friday Knitting Group, and lordy do these ladies have my number or what?!?!
Perhaps just a wee bit too much champagne sipping for me today..hahaha!

A fabulous day. Lots of lovely gifts and lunch out to boot.



And now I'm watching the Olympics Opening Ceremony ;-)
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Well! It's now 11am on Saturday and I see that I typed this up and hit publish, but did not really publish a darn thing! Ha! Like I said! Too much bubbleh.

a peek

I should know better than to think I can pull off a post on a Thursday night after dance class. I even get home until 11pm (or later, in some cases...like tonight), and then I have to be up at 5:45am to get MyFavoriteKid off to band practice this time of year! Gah.

So here's a peek at some of the birthday pics.  This little red velvet heart cake from TheMostImportantGuy...and it was deeee-licious! :-)

quickie sleepy

I had a great time last night celebrating my birthday, and I'll try to get my s$#& together tomorrow to post them.

I also have several unanswered blog questions to get to, and replies to a couple of emails.


But not tonight. I'm pooped!!

me. 47.

so i am

MyFavorite(?)Kid came home tonight after a long day of school and practices and has basically been in uber-whiny mode ever since.   
And he seems to be requiring me to listen.
(and so I am.)
And to commiserate.
(and so I am.)

He's in that time of year when the days are short, there are too many practices, it's the middle of the school year, and I guess this results in his life just royally sucking.


There really is nothing like having my own very long day going out with a bang. A mother's work is never done.
In fact, I'll go do the dishes now, thankyouverymuch.

wiped.

I got nothin'.

Totally wiped out from the final day of the improvisation workshop, and then I came home and cleared my mind by crafting more little flower thingies for a couple of hours.

All is good. Very good. I just have spent all my energy!

snaps on saturday

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