ok, i know i'm a couple of days late, but i have one name for you..... MICHELLE OBAMA.
how amazing did i think she was? is. she electrified me, captivated me, in a way that haunts me. it felt so good to sit there with my family and see, in essence, my friends. my collegues. me. in her.
yes. it is good to be an american.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
oh so happy!
sorry to be mia again. we're in atlanta this week because hubby is best man in a wedding in south carolina this weekend, so we stopped off here. hubby get's his mommy fix, we get to see the family, they get to see us, and most importantly..... i got my hair done today!!!!! oh yeah baby!! i've been going to this particular hairdresser here in atlanta for about 18 years now. i know, i'm in northern california. yes, i would fly out here just to see her. yep. so i got my poor hair done today, and she had to snip, snip, but it still looks, and feels, fantastic!
we got here very early saturday morning after taking the red eye (an overnight flight) friday, and my body didn't handle the flight very well, so i'd been out of commission 'til yesterday really. there weatehr has been just awful! there were at least 4 tornado warnings today, and it's been raining since we've been here. poor ladybug. there's a pool in my sister in laws (sil) gated townhouse development, and ladybug has been begging to go swimming since we've been here.
i miss this town. i used to live here. for almost 8 years in the 90's. it's were i finished my degrees. met dear hubby. learned how to be me. glorious me. i loved this place. it holds very sweet spot in my heart. but it's not how it was anymore. it's changed so much. and i'm not sure if i like it. don't get me wrong. it's still HOTlanta! great night life, restaurants, shopping. for sure. but, so many people have come to town from all over, and it's just changed. and i don't it necessarily for the good.
i haven't had a chance to get out and explore my second home yet. i havn't been back for at least 2 years, which is a very long time for me. i used to come back 4-6 times a year. or more. so it was like i had never left. i lived in midtown. steps from peidmont park, and it was so ideal! i had a great apartment! the neighborhood was beautiful. all you had to do was open your windows in the spring to smell magnolia's, dogwoods, daffodils, and otther great smelling flora. then, in the fall, the leaves would turn golden brown and you'd think you're in vermont. and the rain! i loved it here!
well, i know i'm rambling on adn everything is disconnected. it has taken me 3 hours to write this due to major distractions - hillary clinton has been speaking, then i got a piece of cake, then ladybug came downstairs to entertain us. then i fussed at her to brush her teeth and go to bed! then, we had a small thundershower, which i just LOVE, so i stopped to take that in from out on the porch. plus, i'm in a fog myself. still trying to recover from the flight. it knocked me on my butt for some reason.
so, off i go to rest now. hopefully i can sweet talk hubby into driving me around tomorrow so i can see our city. he's a sweetheart. hey!! a dear hubby story.... he took me to my hairdresser in a driving rain storm (under a tornado watch-seriously!), then stayed there with me. yep. the whole time. chatted with the ladies a bit. helped my stylist, who owns the building too, with an unexpected minor repair til the repairman came out. how sweet is he?
i love me some him!
be well :)
we got here very early saturday morning after taking the red eye (an overnight flight) friday, and my body didn't handle the flight very well, so i'd been out of commission 'til yesterday really. there weatehr has been just awful! there were at least 4 tornado warnings today, and it's been raining since we've been here. poor ladybug. there's a pool in my sister in laws (sil) gated townhouse development, and ladybug has been begging to go swimming since we've been here.
i miss this town. i used to live here. for almost 8 years in the 90's. it's were i finished my degrees. met dear hubby. learned how to be me. glorious me. i loved this place. it holds very sweet spot in my heart. but it's not how it was anymore. it's changed so much. and i'm not sure if i like it. don't get me wrong. it's still HOTlanta! great night life, restaurants, shopping. for sure. but, so many people have come to town from all over, and it's just changed. and i don't it necessarily for the good.
i haven't had a chance to get out and explore my second home yet. i havn't been back for at least 2 years, which is a very long time for me. i used to come back 4-6 times a year. or more. so it was like i had never left. i lived in midtown. steps from peidmont park, and it was so ideal! i had a great apartment! the neighborhood was beautiful. all you had to do was open your windows in the spring to smell magnolia's, dogwoods, daffodils, and otther great smelling flora. then, in the fall, the leaves would turn golden brown and you'd think you're in vermont. and the rain! i loved it here!
well, i know i'm rambling on adn everything is disconnected. it has taken me 3 hours to write this due to major distractions - hillary clinton has been speaking, then i got a piece of cake, then ladybug came downstairs to entertain us. then i fussed at her to brush her teeth and go to bed! then, we had a small thundershower, which i just LOVE, so i stopped to take that in from out on the porch. plus, i'm in a fog myself. still trying to recover from the flight. it knocked me on my butt for some reason.
so, off i go to rest now. hopefully i can sweet talk hubby into driving me around tomorrow so i can see our city. he's a sweetheart. hey!! a dear hubby story.... he took me to my hairdresser in a driving rain storm (under a tornado watch-seriously!), then stayed there with me. yep. the whole time. chatted with the ladies a bit. helped my stylist, who owns the building too, with an unexpected minor repair til the repairman came out. how sweet is he?
i love me some him!
be well :)
Friday, August 15, 2008
yes, i'm still here, just...
well, i don't know. been in a funk of sorts. i've got this surgery thing coming up and i am really not happy about this. i'm scared. and i just don't want to deal with what i'm feeling about it all.
actually, i don't want to deal with any of what i'm feeling, about anything really.
i think all the 'keeping a stiff upper lip' and all positive all the time has caught up with me. i'm so tired. not tired of fighting to live. just the '[fight' maybe. it's just the day to day is wearing me the hell out.
i had a doctors appointment tuesday. one of my specialists. he's a nice guy. better than alot of doc's out there i'm sure. he's very patient and will wait on you. for you. that's why you spend at least 3 hours in his waiting room. and people don't mind. anyway, he, juan, and i were talking about how well i'm doing. the doc is just so excited with how well i'm doing that he was practically giggling. my speech is better, my mobility, breathing, heart function, dexterity, etc... even my labs are really good. he admited that he really didn't think that this day would come, and feels that i willed myself "stable". i think he's right.
there have been, and still are, days when i just decide that i am going to do whatever i need to do at that moment. decide that i'm not going to deal with the pain at the moment. that i have to grin and bear it. that i will be positive about all of this because it could be so much worse. because opposite of positive is not an option to me.
then he went on to say that i must still be mindful that all this doesnt' mean that i'm out of the woods. "these are very serious diseases ....." eventhough he wishes that it were that simple. that that was the case. i should'nt get cocky and confident and stop taking the billions of pills that i still have a hard time managing, eventhough i'm taking way less that have ever taken since i've been sick. i could hear in his voice that he was trying hard not to say the word. that damn word. the word that means everyday that you wake up is a blessing because you are not suppose to be here because something has invaded your body, your brain, and is stealing your life. the word that means you are no longer how you used to be. that your life is no longer how it used to be. nor will it ever. but the opposite of positive is not an option for me.
but then, he went on to rave and say "how good you look!", and all sorts of things along those lines. and then, he said it. what i probably hate the most, and he should know better. he said "if i didn't know any better, i'd say you don't look sick at all!". now, i know he meant absolutely nothing by that. especially him. he's been through hell and back with me several times and we have a unique relationship. he was, is just so very happy for me. and i know that everyone else who's said that very thing to me on countless occasions meant nothing by it either. but i still lost it. yep. i did.
yes, i'm much, much better than i've been in a very long time. i've come a long way! but i've yet to figure out how to explain how those words make me feel. i'm dying. so i guess everyone expects me to look the part. well i can't help that i "look great". and i shouldn't be angry about it, right? well, i'm not really. i am vain one, lol. it's just... i don't know. it bugs the hell out of me. i don't like talking about the pain, physically and emotionally, that i'm in everyday. how sick i feel. how it takes me forever to get out of bed just to go to the bathroom. how hard it is to brush my teeth. dress myself. watch a tv show because it's hard to follow what's going on. how my skin and muscles hurt so badly at times (at least 3 times/wk) that i can't stand to be hugged. that my cognitive function and the way i process information practically reduces me to tears. that i struggle with understanding what's going on around me. hell, it takes me forever just to blog. but the oposite of positive is not an option for me.
yeah, yeah, sob story. sorry, i know i've gone off on a rant. i'm just tired. and i'm wanting my life back.
but this is my life. this is what's behind how 'good i look'. so i cried. because i know now that this IS my life. now. and i can't get back to how i was. and i am so very sad. and tired. and frustrated. and i don't want to deal with any of how i'm feeling about it all. and i wish i could feel as good as i look.
and... i am still positive.
be well :)
actually, i don't want to deal with any of what i'm feeling, about anything really.
i think all the 'keeping a stiff upper lip' and all positive all the time has caught up with me. i'm so tired. not tired of fighting to live. just the '[fight' maybe. it's just the day to day is wearing me the hell out.
i had a doctors appointment tuesday. one of my specialists. he's a nice guy. better than alot of doc's out there i'm sure. he's very patient and will wait on you. for you. that's why you spend at least 3 hours in his waiting room. and people don't mind. anyway, he, juan, and i were talking about how well i'm doing. the doc is just so excited with how well i'm doing that he was practically giggling. my speech is better, my mobility, breathing, heart function, dexterity, etc... even my labs are really good. he admited that he really didn't think that this day would come, and feels that i willed myself "stable". i think he's right.
there have been, and still are, days when i just decide that i am going to do whatever i need to do at that moment. decide that i'm not going to deal with the pain at the moment. that i have to grin and bear it. that i will be positive about all of this because it could be so much worse. because opposite of positive is not an option to me.
then he went on to say that i must still be mindful that all this doesnt' mean that i'm out of the woods. "these are very serious diseases ....." eventhough he wishes that it were that simple. that that was the case. i should'nt get cocky and confident and stop taking the billions of pills that i still have a hard time managing, eventhough i'm taking way less that have ever taken since i've been sick. i could hear in his voice that he was trying hard not to say the word. that damn word. the word that means everyday that you wake up is a blessing because you are not suppose to be here because something has invaded your body, your brain, and is stealing your life. the word that means you are no longer how you used to be. that your life is no longer how it used to be. nor will it ever. but the opposite of positive is not an option for me.
but then, he went on to rave and say "how good you look!", and all sorts of things along those lines. and then, he said it. what i probably hate the most, and he should know better. he said "if i didn't know any better, i'd say you don't look sick at all!". now, i know he meant absolutely nothing by that. especially him. he's been through hell and back with me several times and we have a unique relationship. he was, is just so very happy for me. and i know that everyone else who's said that very thing to me on countless occasions meant nothing by it either. but i still lost it. yep. i did.
yes, i'm much, much better than i've been in a very long time. i've come a long way! but i've yet to figure out how to explain how those words make me feel. i'm dying. so i guess everyone expects me to look the part. well i can't help that i "look great". and i shouldn't be angry about it, right? well, i'm not really. i am vain one, lol. it's just... i don't know. it bugs the hell out of me. i don't like talking about the pain, physically and emotionally, that i'm in everyday. how sick i feel. how it takes me forever to get out of bed just to go to the bathroom. how hard it is to brush my teeth. dress myself. watch a tv show because it's hard to follow what's going on. how my skin and muscles hurt so badly at times (at least 3 times/wk) that i can't stand to be hugged. that my cognitive function and the way i process information practically reduces me to tears. that i struggle with understanding what's going on around me. hell, it takes me forever just to blog. but the oposite of positive is not an option for me.
yeah, yeah, sob story. sorry, i know i've gone off on a rant. i'm just tired. and i'm wanting my life back.
but this is my life. this is what's behind how 'good i look'. so i cried. because i know now that this IS my life. now. and i can't get back to how i was. and i am so very sad. and tired. and frustrated. and i don't want to deal with any of how i'm feeling about it all. and i wish i could feel as good as i look.
and... i am still positive.
be well :)
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