come out, come out, wherever you are…

By way of one of my blogging idols, Kelly, it has come to my attention that we are in the midst of (Inter)National Delurking Week here in the Land of Blogs. So in my very best Glinda the Good Witch of the North voice I am calling:

Come out, come out wherever you are…

Come out and say hello. Where are you from? What brought you here to the Big Top?

good news!

According to this morning’s pre-op lab test, I am NOT pregnant!

I’m home and reasonably coherent. At least I can sit in a recliner and attempt to catch up with my laptop without nodding off and drooling a little bit. Let me just say that when your anesthesiologist is named “Wine” you know that you are going to feel good! I did. I do now too…as long as I remember to take my pain pill and try not to move around too fast. So I won’t. I will just lounge around here under the Big Top in my favorite t-shirt, boxer shorts and compression dressing on my right leg from my groin to my ankle. It is THE hottest thing let me tell you. When I am a little more focused I will blog with you later, I promise. In the meantime, thank you for the well wishes and good thoughts. They really made me smile and I promise this isn’t the narcotics talking.

n.p.o.

Here I am at 10 minutes to 7 in the morning ready to head off to the hospital for my phlebectomy. What is that? Well basically they will be removing the useless veins, and there are several, from my right leg by way of a few tiny incisions. It’s going to be fun, seriously! I have not eaten or drank anything since before 11 PM last night and believe me, I resent everyone in a three mile radius who is enjoying their morning cup of coffee. But I get to wear comfortable clothing which qwill accomodate the dressings that will be in place after surgery. That means I am right now looking like your typical white trash, Mantecan, Walmart shopper with my big-assed flannel pajama pants, fuzzy slippers and this t-shirt.  Actually my darling husband says that I don’t look very much like a white trash, Mantecan, Walmart shopper because my pants are clean and my “fuzzy slippers” are actually Uggs shearling clogs. Details! Nevertheless, I am off to the hospital and won’t be back until later today, hopefully feeling no pain whatsoever, if you know what I mean. I expect a little love here when I get back.

I DO get by with a little help from my friends

I wasn’t sure how my recent ranting, bitching and moaning would be received. I actually sat on those thoughts for several days because I wasn’t sure whether or not y’all would “get” it. I did respond personally to one dear friend’s query and was shocked at what I spewed into her lap so I hesitated writing about this further…note to other dear ones who were messaging and emailing that is why I haven’t replied. But it would seem that most of you do understand. I was being purely selfish in my post. I am angry and upset with myself for not making waves and keeping the peace and I am angry, upset and worried over the very real prospect that I might find myself raising at least my youngest children alone and as well as enjoying the milestones in all of my children’s adult lives and the grandchildren. The way that I see it is we both have worked too hard together creating and building this circus act to not enjoy it together for a very long time. Bill, I hope and pray, seems to be beginning to understand. Maybe. We shall see.

This is my therapy and your encouragement, support, hugs and prayers are definitely better than Prozac.

Thank you!

weekend assignment #206: TODAY is my birthday!

Karen Funk Blocher writes:

Weekend Assignment #206: My birthday is coming up on Monday. In the grand tradition of the Beatles and my mom*, I magnanimously declare this to be your birthday, too. So, what would you like for your birthday? (And no, I won’t actually be buying it for you. Sorry!)

As a matter of fact, it IS my birthday today! I am 46 years old today. All of those under forty who are moaning and groaning about the fact you are getting so “old” just hush up. You just don’t know how much better it is once you get past the 20s and 30s. Seriously, the 40s are fierce. Now turning 46 is a little strange I will confess. I’m not exactly sure how I should feel (or behave sometimes). I am the mama to kids of all ages and stages of life and I am going to be a grandmother. Now THAT is strange! But then again, my grandmother was all of 36 when I was born so maybe it isn’t so strange after all. I can’t wait for my granddaughter to arrive and to watch Holly become a mother so perhaps it isn’t really so strange after all. All in all, whatever age I am is what I make of it. I feel great. I look pretty good, so I have been told. Therefore I will declare that it is absolutely fabulous to be 46!

So there it is. Today I am 46 and in honor of this auspicious day I decree that everyone who stops by this blog of mine must, at the very least, say hello to me today. That is what I want for my birthday.

In the meantime, I will be enjoying this gift from Bill.

Extra Credit: Do you ever tell anyone what present(s) you want in real life?

I have been known to drop hints on occasion and sometimes I even get what I ask for. I hope I get what I ask for here.

more happy weight

Just an update on the results of the ideal “happy” weight.

First of all this is NOT my formula. I found it in a fitness magazine which I linked to. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or chagrined that some folks thought it was my amazing or stupid formula. No, it’s not me. It is someone else’s. I was just curious what other health-minded folks might get when doing the math for themselves.

When I did the math, the formula did seem to work out to what the trainer, who I was working with over the holidays, and I mutually agreed upon based upon my height, my frame size, what would be considered to be a healthy range for my body mass index and my age.  After making that discovery I began to ponder if this formula would work for other folks. The results seems to be mixed just as I suspected.

sigh!

All is right with my little blogging world!

Yes, I am that shallow.

But please don’t fault me too much. A girl like me just can’t help it. I have grown accustomed to your visits. Like any other blogger (who is willing to admit it) I find myself planning on blog posts on a day to day basis. I imagine that you too will be amused or righteously indignant over the latest adventure here under the Big Top. My darling husband and my circus clowns narrow their eyes as they point accusing fingers and declare that I m planning on blogging this moment under the Big Top. I can’t believe that I have become that transparent.

Still just one evening here at the new Big Top site and I find that I have visitors. Oh it is so wonderful to have you here! It’s like having the welcome wagon here ready to help me feel at home. Thank you for finding me and following me over here!

Still as I am arranging the furniture, putting away the dishes and hanging the pictures around here, I find myself wanting to go back to visit my old home. It’s my nature I guess. I still drive by our old house in San Jose. I must confess here that I am so disappointed that the current resident chopped down the mulberry tree in front of the old house. I bet they regretted it on the first hot summer day. The Blogger site will remain for a bit just in case my bitch~kitty decides to go back or I discover that I forgot something. I always forget something, you know. It’s all part of the adventure of moving for me.

Meanwhile there is plenty of other things to distract me and inspire me: returning my new Fendi glasses, the Pumpkin Fair and photographing it for a local business (squee!!), working at Dell’Osso Farms Pumpkin Maze to raise $$ for my cheerleader and tiny dancer, and working extra hours to pay for an outrageous cell phone bill…2000 texts this month?…$700??…WTF? I thought we had a FamilySharePlan! Kid I have to tell you that thank God He made you cute.

Do you want me to link you up here? Leave a comment so I will know to add you to my blog roll.

Hello (WordPress) world!

Once again, I have (reluctantly) packed up my circus tent that is this blog of mine and moved.

I have no idea why my blog became invisible to so many and no one else seemed to know why either. But I do know that I wasn’t the only one frustrated by it. So here I am pitching my tent somewhere new. Bear with me while I do some unpacking and sprucing up. I am going to be updating my links so leave a comment if you would like me to include you on my blogroll.
In the meantime let me assure you that I am alive and well and blogging away.I hope that you will wave hello so that I know that you made it over here.

more than 1/2 way

I’m more than halfway through this Blogathon 2007 and I have been awake since 2:00 PM yesterday (remember, working all night, saving babies in the NICU and what-not?).
Vampira lives and she is blogging like crazy.
C’mon people….show me some love! Make some noise! Make some comments. Go ahead and gloat about the good night’s sleep you had last night and will have tonight.

I’m blogging for good all day.

Thursday Thirteen # 34: comment carnival

This week’s Thursday Thirteen is all about my audience. You guys make me laugh and smile. You cheer me when I am down. You reassure me when I am uncertain. And the last couple of weeks you have held me up, comforted me and strengthened me.

When I first started blogging nearly two years ago nd received that first comment, I was genuinely shocked. OMG, someone out there actually cares about my strange, rambling thoughts and my circus life!

Thank you, thank you, thank you one and all whose comments make my day. MUAHHHHH!

So this week I share with you thirteen comments I have received this week. Be ure to stop by their blogs and give them lots of love because they are phenomenal bloggers themselves.

1. If you liked the Llama song… get over here to the Guinea Pig Way! http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/…flash/ guineapig
Your Welcome… ROFL
astaryth http://adventuresofaneclecticmind.blogspot.com/

2. It is distressing to see someone you love smoke – especially when cancer has reared its ugly head in the proximity. My sister continues to smoke and has already had a lump removed. Addiction . . .
Jeff http://psychosomaticwit.blogspot.com/

3. It should be a crime for a boss to want you to work during Grey’s Anatomy (BTW, thanks for reminding me that it’s on tonight!!!!!)

Happy TT!
meg http://badhomeschoolmom.blogspot.com/

4. I saw a segment of Bindi eulogizing her daddy and it was just heartbreaking. She is one strong little girl. My heart goes out to her and the family.

Feed a cold….chicken soup and hot tea…hope you feel better!
YellowRose http://www.yellowrosesgarden.com/

5. All good questions…. why DON’T people comment more? I often wonder the same thing.

Happy TT!
Meredith | http://unexploredterritory.blogspot.com/

6. okay okay i’ll cut his hair!
holly no linkage- this is darling daughter # 1, and Holly, Daniel still needs that haircut!

7. Hmmmmm … no wonder those houses keep getting bigger. And to think, I wondered how they were able to make the mortgage payments.

Why else would a couple with no kids need a 4-bedroom home?
Anthony http://www.my-sick.blogspot.com/

8. you go girl, be a nosey neighbor and then make sure they give you a cut of the profit *giggle*
Kelly http://pixiedustnme.blogspot.com/

9. Beautiful photo…

The best ones are the candid ones.

Happy Birthday Grandpa Tattoo

~Jenn http://journals.aol.com/perkysgrl/APickleForYourThoughts/

10. what a hoot! i had never heard of the quagga either.

great shot of Moe!
Janice http://5minutesformom.com/

11. I love this meme. It’s one of my favorites, and I am so glad you stole it!

Personally I think that saving babies is so much better than sleep.

They used a nitric oxide vent on Ethan, and then a traditional ossilater, and then c-pap. I sense you *might* know what they are are. (Most people don’t, thank goodness)

Not sure I have told you, but I think they’re are angels in hospitals, and most of them wear scrubs.
Lisa M http://plutsrants.blogspot.com/

12. These things take on a lot of meaning when someone puts a lot of thought into them. Consider yours a hit tonight.

Jimmy http://www.stupidsheet.com/

13. i visited your blog for the first time over the weekend , and you said to comment. I am a NICU nurse of 38 years, and at the moment I am watching a little girl put a lizard under a spell then dress it in doll clothes on David Letterman. Mindless stuff for my vacation. I like your site and can identify with your NICU and baby thoughts. i will visit often.
Beverly no linkage but I am in awe, Beverly. You have been practicing as a NICU RN as long as my little brother, a 34 weeker has been living. I remember back then that he was in the hospital for what seemed like a very long time. How far we have come! Oh the stories and wisdom you could share. Thank you!

Thursday Thirteen is a blog meme with one purpose – to get to know bloggers better. Thirteen is the magic number – because Thursday Thirty is too many!
Every Thursday, bloggers jot down thirteen things about their week, Thirteen secrets they’ve never shared before, Thirteen random things about themselves or their lives that give the reader a better idea of who they are.
Then the fun begins: You go blog-hopping! Find other Thursday Thirteeners, spend some quality time getting to know your fellow bloggers, interact with them through their lists and invite them to yours! If you choose to play along, leave a comment with a link to your Thursday Thirteen list.

Happy Thursday!