Yes, I do seem to have no life. LOL
So, after getting the "friend's" response that she did not remember me, I removed her as a friend. Called a mutual friend and that friend confirmed it was weird she claimed friend didn't remember me.
This morning, I get online, and "friend" has sent a friend invite. No note beyond the "so sorry, don't remember you; perhaps you have the wrong person" note.
So, here's the super fancy poll (if I get the coding right):
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Ouch.
Over the weekend, I discovered an old friend on facebook. I had considered her to be a fairly good friend in high school, and have quite a few memories of fun stuff we did. We had several sleepovers together, and laughed a lot. I was really excited to see her again, so I immediately added her as a friend.
The next day, I get a message from her, saying she didn't remember me, and could I refresh her memory? Ouch.
So, I wrote her a quick mail talking about some of the fun stuff we'd done.
Today, I got a response. She still didn't remember me. double ouch. Seriously?! Talk about feeling stupid, foolish, and just plain awkward.
The next day, I get a message from her, saying she didn't remember me, and could I refresh her memory? Ouch.
So, I wrote her a quick mail talking about some of the fun stuff we'd done.
Today, I got a response. She still didn't remember me. double ouch. Seriously?! Talk about feeling stupid, foolish, and just plain awkward.
Whoa, way too much information
A few months ago, the family and I went to Costco for an evening of samples and groceries in mass quantities. While there, I decided to have a sample of tortilla chips. Much as I'd like to, I can't undo that decision.
The girl doing the demos was pretty obviously of the "special needs" set. Really nice girl, and very chatty, so I started visiting with her. Within moments, she starts telling me about how most of her colon is missing, and the bowel trouble she has as a result. Wow. Normally, I love lots of intimate details, but she managed to push beyond even my limits. Trust me when I say it takes some doing for that to happen. She managed to do it though.
I bleached my mind as much as possible, and have managed to forget almost all of the details.
Today, I was at the gym, and got talking with a couple ladies who come in on the handicapped bus. They are special needs, but work so hard, and I really admire them for their effort. Well, the one starts telling me about how most of her colon is missing. I look closer, and realize it's tortilla chip girl from Costco. She starts to tell me in excruciating detail why she can't eat more fruits, vegetables, and fiber as has been suggested to her. I cut her off and asked if she worked at Costco. Sure enough, it was her.
Sweet girl, but man oh man! Please, please please don't give strangers such explicit details of your life!
The girl doing the demos was pretty obviously of the "special needs" set. Really nice girl, and very chatty, so I started visiting with her. Within moments, she starts telling me about how most of her colon is missing, and the bowel trouble she has as a result. Wow. Normally, I love lots of intimate details, but she managed to push beyond even my limits. Trust me when I say it takes some doing for that to happen. She managed to do it though.
I bleached my mind as much as possible, and have managed to forget almost all of the details.
Today, I was at the gym, and got talking with a couple ladies who come in on the handicapped bus. They are special needs, but work so hard, and I really admire them for their effort. Well, the one starts telling me about how most of her colon is missing. I look closer, and realize it's tortilla chip girl from Costco. She starts to tell me in excruciating detail why she can't eat more fruits, vegetables, and fiber as has been suggested to her. I cut her off and asked if she worked at Costco. Sure enough, it was her.
Sweet girl, but man oh man! Please, please please don't give strangers such explicit details of your life!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
A Z funny
This morning, Z woke up. I brought him into bed with us, and we were cuddling with him a little. Since his two year check is coming up in 3 months, I'm starting to help him "study" (ha ha!) so that I can say he knows certain body parts, can name certain people, etc. I really am not at all concerned about it, I am sure he's as brilliant as my other kids, but it's fun to teach and quiz them.
So this morning, I ask Z where his head is. He repeats back "Head?" and starts looking around, as if to locate it. He hurriedly slides off the bed, and runs from the room. J and I exchange a look and start laughing about how Z had lost his head.
Z comes back in a couple minutes with a ball cap on. He points to it proudly and says, "Hat. Head."
So this morning, I ask Z where his head is. He repeats back "Head?" and starts looking around, as if to locate it. He hurriedly slides off the bed, and runs from the room. J and I exchange a look and start laughing about how Z had lost his head.
Z comes back in a couple minutes with a ball cap on. He points to it proudly and says, "Hat. Head."
Friday, January 9, 2009
Last night's drea,m
I had a very interesting (to me) dream. Yeah, I know dreams are boring, but hey, it's my blahhhhhg, so I can write what I want.
I dreamed my cousin Michael died. He was my very favorite cousin growing up, and I idolized him. From a very early age, I had decided if I ever had a son, I would name him Michael, after my beloved cousin. As often happens, we grew apart as we grew up. At this point, I only see him once a year or so. We saw each other at Christmas, and it was great to see him again.
Anyway, so last night, I dreamed he died. I went to the funeral, and it was the best funeral I'd ever been to. Instead of a casket at the front of the room, it was actually HIM sitting there. He was perfectly fine, and he was able to actually personally say good-bye to everyone. He wasn't able to tell anyone what death was like, or what he had seen/experienced since dying. He was only able to assure us he was perfectly fine, and that he'd see us again after we died. It was awesometo have real closure and be able to truly have a goodbye conversation.
Death can be such a hard thing. So many times, when someone dies, we weren't able to say the things we wanted to. If the death was unexpected, it's even worse when it comes to things unsaid. I think people would be able to joyfully remember loved ones and not be as full of grief if we were able to have a funeral like my dream funeral for my cousin. To know unequivocally that they really are ok, to be able to say goodbye, and have them hear and respond would be absolutely priceless. Unfortunately, we still have to take it on faith that our loved ones survive death and that we'll see them again.
The dream reminded me of just how crazy I was about my cousin. It's a little sad that we aren't very close any more. We just are in such different places in life that it would be tough to get too close again. I'm sure that my husband and I would be incredibly boring for Mike and his girlfriend to see socially. Oh well.
Love ya, Mikey!
I dreamed my cousin Michael died. He was my very favorite cousin growing up, and I idolized him. From a very early age, I had decided if I ever had a son, I would name him Michael, after my beloved cousin. As often happens, we grew apart as we grew up. At this point, I only see him once a year or so. We saw each other at Christmas, and it was great to see him again.
Anyway, so last night, I dreamed he died. I went to the funeral, and it was the best funeral I'd ever been to. Instead of a casket at the front of the room, it was actually HIM sitting there. He was perfectly fine, and he was able to actually personally say good-bye to everyone. He wasn't able to tell anyone what death was like, or what he had seen/experienced since dying. He was only able to assure us he was perfectly fine, and that he'd see us again after we died. It was awesometo have real closure and be able to truly have a goodbye conversation.
Death can be such a hard thing. So many times, when someone dies, we weren't able to say the things we wanted to. If the death was unexpected, it's even worse when it comes to things unsaid. I think people would be able to joyfully remember loved ones and not be as full of grief if we were able to have a funeral like my dream funeral for my cousin. To know unequivocally that they really are ok, to be able to say goodbye, and have them hear and respond would be absolutely priceless. Unfortunately, we still have to take it on faith that our loved ones survive death and that we'll see them again.
The dream reminded me of just how crazy I was about my cousin. It's a little sad that we aren't very close any more. We just are in such different places in life that it would be tough to get too close again. I'm sure that my husband and I would be incredibly boring for Mike and his girlfriend to see socially. Oh well.
Love ya, Mikey!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
This story is why...
This story illustrates why I remain chubby. And why I don't clean out my vents. You just never know what could happen!!
A 55-year-old Ogden woman is recovering at Ogden Regional Medical Center after being stuck upside down inside a vent for more than 30 hours.
Ogden Fire Department Battalion Chief Mike Wood said Margaret Wright had been stuck for more than a day when she was found Monday evening at her home near 200 West and Patterson Street.
A relative became concerned after not hearing from her in 24 hours.
Her neighbor, Eloy Martinez, was with her family and police when they entered the home. He said he could hear Margaret faintly yelling for help. When they got closer to the sound, they saw her feet sticking out of the vent near the floor, alongside the wall.
He said, "She was moving them, that's all we could see. Just the feet moving, so I told them, ‘Heck, she's all right. She's moving them.' And she was saying, ‘Get me out of here.'"
Martinez said Wright was cleaning the vent and reached inside with a vacuum hose when she slipped inside.
Police said because she is only 5 feet 7 inches tall and a 110 pounds, she fell down in the vent nearly 3-and-a-half feet.
Woman was stuck in a vent similar to this one.Ogden City police Lt. Scott Sanberg said, "The fire department came in and took the cold air return apart at the furnace level and worked their way back until they could finally extract her."
Police said when she was pulled from the vent, her legs were purple and she was dehydrated. She also had several cuts and abrasions from the metal screws inside the vent.
Martinez said his neighbor is a tough woman. He said, "I'm just a young 75, but I don't think I'd last one hour."
Lt. Sanberg said this was the first time he had ever received a call like this, but he said in the older homes, the vents were large. And with them being so close to the floor, he said it would be easy to fall in them if they were uncovered and someone was not careful.
He said Margaret is lucky to have friends and family that could check on her.
Snow Day
Actually, this is day TWO of snow days.
Yesterday, I had an appointment on the east side of the valley, right up by the mountains. I wasn't looking forward to it because it had been snowing fairly heavily for a long time. The roads were wretched.
Here's a picture I took while driving (Yes, I was being very, very careful).
That was actually on highway I-84. Terrible, huh? The other lane was just completely ice covered, so nobody was bothering to drive on it.
Utah snow is supposed to be different from the snow in other places because it's a lot "drier" than other snow. I had no idea this was the case until I started talking to people who live in other areas. They couldn't get over how powdery our snow was. I thought that's just the way it was.
I did notice that the snow we got in Japan was slushier, but didn't really think much about it.
During the last big snowstorm, M tried to build a snowman, but got really angry because the snow wouldn't stick together. It was like trying to roll dry sand into a ball.
If nothing else, I saw absolute proof we have extremely dry snow. I saw a guy clearing his walks of snow by using his.... wait for it.... LEAF BLOWER!!!! And it was working! I wouldn't think to make this up. I swear it's true.
Yesterday, I had an appointment on the east side of the valley, right up by the mountains. I wasn't looking forward to it because it had been snowing fairly heavily for a long time. The roads were wretched.
Here's a picture I took while driving (Yes, I was being very, very careful).
That was actually on highway I-84. Terrible, huh? The other lane was just completely ice covered, so nobody was bothering to drive on it.
Utah snow is supposed to be different from the snow in other places because it's a lot "drier" than other snow. I had no idea this was the case until I started talking to people who live in other areas. They couldn't get over how powdery our snow was. I thought that's just the way it was.
I did notice that the snow we got in Japan was slushier, but didn't really think much about it.
During the last big snowstorm, M tried to build a snowman, but got really angry because the snow wouldn't stick together. It was like trying to roll dry sand into a ball.
If nothing else, I saw absolute proof we have extremely dry snow. I saw a guy clearing his walks of snow by using his.... wait for it.... LEAF BLOWER!!!! And it was working! I wouldn't think to make this up. I swear it's true.
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