The ins and outs-catching up

I want to write a post about the talk I gave at the Women’s Health Luncheon….it ended up being wonderful, although I hyperventilated the morning of, nearly vomited…to be continued in another post. Instead I thought I’d just write a few other tid-bits as I haven’t posted in awhile.

In honor of Mama’s Day: 2011 has been a huge year of change for my Mother. A year of positive change, I think. Some may view it as selfish. I do not. She is living in Florida taking care of my elderly Pepe but at the same time for the first time since I’ve known her (heh heh) is taking care of herself. For those of you that do not know about my childhood, that was never allowed….never a possibility. She has joined a gym and has a trainer. Apparently I would NOT recognize her as she has lost all of her extra weight (this according to my relatives). Because of the cancer scare and emergency surgery she had to have in late fall, she has quit smoking~the biggest blessing, I believe. She went to the MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston a few weeks ago for a thorough exam to be sure and is doing well. She has done very basic things that most women take advantage of…our hair, our skin, our make-up. She is enjoying these luxuries at last. She is sitting at the ocean each day (not tanning!!!!) but reflecting. She has found God, I believe. And someone else….I cannot speak any further on that. Oh, and she’s taken up golfing…with a PGA tour instructor (I know, strange huh? but it has a bit to do with the part I will not speak about) But…here’s to her taking care of herself!

That royal wedding! Wasn’t that a hoot? As a friend wrote on her blog~I, too, cannot even think about it without my thoughts sounding British. Ha! Just one brief story: I have a wonderful patient from London. She has a sister still there and a bunch of family in Illinois. Although she has lived here forever her accent is thick, thick, thick. She took time off for the wedding and went to Illinois to celebrate the wedding with her fam. They actually had her niece wear a wedding gown in honor of the event and held their own reception! Not. Kidding. They wore the hats and everything! She said the cake was quite delicious.

Zumba: I. Love. It.

Adam and I did a 5K last Saturday-we walked (duh)… for the Teal Lotus Project. This project was started last fall by a woman who took years to finally come out with her story of being raped. She now wants everyone to know her story and she wants to go around speaking it to help others. She is starting a counseling fund for other women to be able to get free counseling, etc. She has gotten tons of press already, etc. I know her a little and from what I do know of her she is an amazing woman. Being a brand-spankin’ new project this, of course was the first 5k so only 115 people signed up and another 20 came the day of. She asked on the form that if you were a victim of sexual assault of any kind to please let her know as you would be anonymously acknowledged at the event. I am SURE not every woman let her know because they were not for sure what she was going to do, ya know? There were men there, too…of course. Which they thanked over the loud system as they said you obviously love your mothers, sisters, wives, daughters, etc…that is why you are here today supporting this project. So. Subtract however many men were there. I don’t know how many. But in glancing around I’d say at least 25. That takes us down from the 115 pre-registered to 90 in my pea-brained figuring. Then came the anonymous acknowledment part, which as I already said I am SURE not every one that was sexually assaulted in the past told her. Several people came out of the building carrying large bouquets of teal colored balloons and handed them out all around to people to hold. She then asked us to hold them up high and told us that there were 26 balloons because 26 women anonymously told her that they had been sexually assaulted. She said let us let these balloons go and help these women heal today…if even just a little. I looked around at all of the faces that I almost know all of. Our little community. 26 out of 90. I cried. I held onto Adam’s arm. I selfishly thanked God I am not one of those 26 but cried for those 26 and for the ones that have yet to tell.

My partner that lives behind us, the same one that does the ice rink in the winter also loves to hunt turkeys. He and his son, I should say. In fact, his office is covered in turkey feathers. Well, I am sure they are professionally mounted or whatever but to me there are just feathers everywhere. Yesterday morning the dogs were barking like nuts and I walked out and there was a beautiful turkey hanging upside down on their clothes rack in there back yard. Our yards our separated only by a really thin alley. I walked over and it was completely intact except for a little bloody around the neck. Adam came over and I commented on this. He of course laughed at me. I mean, come on people…like I should know these things. I guess it is important that they drain all of the blood out of a turkeys neck right away after killing it. Anyways, as sad/sick as it may sound I did pet it’s feathers a little and they were very soft and beautiful and I now know why they have a clothes rack there. I always wondered. Now I’m wondering if someday we are going to wake up and they’ll be a bunch of ’em there. 

I’d rather have their turkey. I had a person (I will just refer to them as that) that works at a poultry plant tell me a story. They were learning how to cut the turkey breasts and a breast came by with black bumpy warty like things on them and she was taught how to cut them off in one quick sweep and she asked what it was. She was told, skin cancer. The breast went on its way to be packaged and sold to us lay folk. After its skin cancer was removed, thank GOODNESS (I type with sarcasm)!!! The stuff she cut off went into a barrel that was put in with the other stuff that was ground together to make the ground turkey that is packaged together that is sold to us lay folk. OMG. We are, as we have been for awhile but have now rapidly up’d our speed, looking for an au natural poultry person.

My baby brother. Quick braggin’ session. He has his own Edward Jones office in Kalispell, MT and has for a year and a half. He worked in Stamford, CT for the Bank of Ireland before this and I know he is tremendous at what he does. I know little about numbers and money other than I have none and owe too much and he will definitely vouch for that. But. I do know this. Edward Jones works on a point system of sorts I believe and it all depends on how many new accounts you get, how much money your office is carrying, etc. He must be doing well because in his short time as being an Edward Jones wealth analyst he has already been awarded two trips for he and his wife. They recently spent 10 days in Hawaii and in the end of July they will be going to Dublin, Ireland. Yes, I HAVE already asked if there is a discount for family members to come. There isn’t but children can but I’d have to go to the children’s activities and stuff and stay in their room so I’ve opted out. I’m jealous but proud. And as I wasn’t completely impressed with his Hawaii pictures I encouraged him to get a better camera for Ireland because I’ve always dreamed of going and I cannot wait to see those pics!

Wedding Festivities

So, baby brother got married to a beautiful girl August 7th. They are in Fiji now and the four day wedding celebration was fabulous. I have much to share and many photos to show and as you can imagine am also just a teeny bit busy so as I can I am going to do a post here and there about it. I also want to still share about our time with the girls. They were here for several weeks and it was a hoot!

To start with, EVERY wedding must have some sort of bachelor/ette gathering, shan’t it? Where you go out and make fools of yourselves. I remember for ours Adam went and played paintball….after they had a few drinks. He was a big ol’ bruise on our honeymoon. Real smart, dear. I wasn’t real involved with either of the parties rather had a very nice girls only supper at a nice restaurant with a cousin, my aunts, sister and sister-in-law and mom. Loved it. We did know, however that the guys were able to get a big ol’ fancy schmancy limo and the girls did NOT.

So. Being the girls that we are, we thought…..that just IS NOT FAIR. No sirree. What to do, what to do? We split up in two different cars and decided to search for the limo. We knew the guys had to be in a bar or some other guy-type of place and let’s be honest, one cannot hide a limo that easily. It took awhile but guess who found it?! Yep: Mama of the groom!

Mom shortly after confiscating the limo

...some of the rest of us...

We hijacked the driver and took the limo to where we knew the girls were. I love this picture of Linden! I also sent this to the guys per cell phone to let them know we had their “ride”.

Now, while I hate to admit that my brother is even out of grade school yet, let alone of age to drink or be married or…whatever. I have to include this picture just so you can see the t-shirt he had on.  note to reader: cock head to left to read. (Oh, and Adam got in BIG trouble when he said…game over? Don’t you mean the game is just starting?)

Womb preparation, roofing, bi/trilingualism & luvin hockey

here we have snippets from the past 3 weeks:

  • My mama is home. Yippee! After three months gone taking care of my ill Pepe in Florida we are very happy to have her home. I missed missed missed her.
  • We are getting ready physically, mentally and spiritually for a little babe. Or, as I told my baby brother…”I am getting my womb ready”. He subsequently freaked and said “please don’t say that word…it’s way to close to the ovaries”.
  • I experienced a few days of euphoric relief when we learned Adam’s cousin (he was our best man) is having twin boys. You see, Adam’s Dad often prophesies and many years ago said I would have twin boys and I thought briefly that maybe he just saw the wrong person…Adam’s mom says no, though..it was me with the twin boys. That frightens the living daylights out of me and I would be lying if I did not admit that it hasn’t played a teensy role in us not multiplying as of yet.
  • I met with our accountant today and left smiling brightly. We will be getting a refund big enough to roof half of our home! What about the other half, you may ask? We haven’t figured that part out yet…taking any and all suggestions…
  • Our niece Rebecca is a senior this year and is still shooting to go IVY. She has had a phone interview by Columbia and a personal interview with both Harvard and Princeton!!!! Holy Crapola~we are so proud of her and hope she gets in.
  • I’ve decided I need to learn to knit. I’m not sure why~maybe it has something to do with getting the womb ready. Adam was with me at one of my medical conferences last week and my “teach yourself to knit” book and needles and yarn were there and wouldn’t ya know it….he taught himself while I was at the conference and now he is teaching me. He is such a manly man. A studly man.
  • I am learning Haitian Creole via a ten lesson system on cds. I’m a mess. Between the french that is shockingly still back there in the brain still from high school and the spanish I use in my practice now I can’t figure out what I’m saying half the time. Today I mastered how to say “I understand a little Haitian Creole” and “I am American”.
  • For the first real time I have been seriously devastated that we do not have tv. I would love to be watching the Olympics. While we were actually in a hotel WITH tv at my conference the only thing on EVERY freakin’ channel was crud about Tiger Woods….spare me and everyone else! We were able to illegally watch the US vs. Canada Hockey game last Sunday and it was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! Having grown up on the ice, I have a special spot in my heart for hockey but that game was great and I can’t wait to see who we will play in the finals!
  • One final thing….I did see some bobsledding while at my mom’s for supper this week and have decided that my family is made for bobsledding. IE: physically. We have the same calves and thighs those guys do so I’ve put a call out to my siblings but so far no one has stepped up and volunteered to start traininng with me. Bummer.

For my mom

Delphia

You’ve read many times about me picking on ol’ Philly, my mother’s more well-endowed kitty. Here’s her other one. Yesterday my mom said she just wants to come home. I can tell she is tired and is ready to come home but keeps plugging forward taking care of Pepe. So, here is Miss Delphia for you Mom.

On another kind of funny note (more sad I guess). Our furnace went out this week. It’s new so still under warranty, thank goodness. We have a furnace and a/c unit for each level of the house so the upstairs one was fine just the main level was a little chilly shall I say. About 50 degrees actually. Anyway, we don’t let any of the cats upstairs. All I could think about yesterday was how cold poor Philly must have been. Here he used to be with all of this thick fur and we took him and shaved him bald. At least he had his boots on I guess.

Let the photos speak for them self

I begged them to stop...I didn't want to look like a clown! For $50 I should look more like a lion, not a clown!!!

I did ask for the boots, though

Please just stop...stop staring at my roll

Let's just tell the people that you are taking my photo for my gorgeous looks, not to compare my size to the 21" monitor behind me

Hey~those rolls around my elbows serve as great cushions!