People get incredibly bored sometimes, looking at other people's pictures. But I took some pictures recently and I just have to post them. Humor me, okay?
I took the pics with my brand new USB microscope! How cool is that?
And please forgive me if I happen to be the closest thing to look at and take pictures of.
Something there is no shortage of in my house - cat food.
This is a wonderful thing called a spider vein. Ugh. It's on my leg and yes, I AM that pasty.
Embroidery on a top I was wearing.
I do not remember what kind of stone this is - but it is part of a bracelet.
Apparently sometimes part of my breakfast ends up on my shirt. Hence the piece of whole wheat bagel on my shirt.
Gross! A scratch on it's way to being healed from what else - a cat!
Part of a one dollar bill.
Cool! Some colors in the tattoo on my ankle.
Admit it - you want one now, don't you? A microscope, not a tattoo. Well maybe you want one of those too, I don't know. But the microscope is cool!
(I have gone back and taken out several exclamation points. You're welcome.)
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
We have the most unusual Christmas gift at my house this year! There's a contest, right? Somewhere? Well I want to enter this box of Taco Bell Hot Sauce packets. There are over a thousand of them, and they have been counted.
Anyone else find anything unusual or funny under their tree this year?
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Love to all!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
We have toys
And traditional glass.
We have old fashioned
and brand new!
We have girly and sweet
And a few passed from an earlier generation.
We have flowery sparkles
And stars -
And then there is this.
C'mon! I can't do everything perfectly!
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Type in any Christmas song and click "sing it".
My favorite so far - Jingle Bell Rock!
To see full sized - go HERE.
Suggestions: (cause I couldn't think of enough to try on my own!)
Away in a Manger
Deck the Halls
The First Noel
God Rest Ye Merry Gengtlemen
Hark The Herald Angels Sing
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
Joy to The World
O Come All Ye Faithful
O Holy Night
O Little Town of Bethlehem
The Twelve Days of Christmas
We Three Kings
What Child is This?
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
My Christmas tree is usually up the weekend after Thanksgiving. My Christmas shopping is usually completed by now. I'm not usually as stressed about work as I have been lately. And I'm not usually monitoring my blood glucose and freaking out about how high it actually is. Yes, I am overwhelmed.
Too much to do, but every time I test my blood my glucose is high. I have only had one reading that was even close to normal and I have yet to get a handle on what this whole thing is about. Spending more time researching diabetes and noticing the excessive thirst and overly dry mouth and other symptoms I did not pay attention to before. Or did not equate with illness, if you will. I am not getting anything done except becoming more aware of my anxiety.
This weekend I will get my Christmas shopping done.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
So. Am I back? I guess. Just overwhelmed with all the blog posts out there I can't possibly read. Over a thousand, literally. And my Mom never discovered during her visit that I have blogs. That's a good thing.
The visit was good and I think it was good for my Mom. We went shoe shopping and to Michaels and Hobby Lobby and the grocery store - we even made it to Ihop. . . . so she got out of the house. We moved slowly and took our time and made sure we timed the shopping in-between nebulizer treatments.
We had moments in our underwear at 4:00 in the morning when there were breathing crisis's and nebulizer treatments were administered in the semi-darkness. Before I got better at it I handed my Mom her nebulizer when she was literally gasping for breath - and then realized it was empty. The medicine was in the little component sitting next to the one I actually connected to the machine. FAIL!
Mom spent a lot of time playing Solitaire on my computer or embroidering pillow cases like the ones my Grandma used to do, and I did a lot of knitting, something to keep my fingers busy while I wasn't on the Internet.
She also did things like driving her 3-wheeled walker straight through a paper-plate filled with canned cat food and rolled it from the kitchen to the foyer to the living room carpet. And didn't notice. She ate numerous bowls of chocolate ice cream with chocolate syrup, and inevitably got chocolate fingerprints on the touch pad of my laptop - and on the refrigerator and freezer doors. She played Hansel and Gretal with a granola bar - eating it from the kitchen to her bedroom.
I told her "Ma, don't leave any clothes on the floor in your room. Riley likes to pee on clothing left on the floor." She said okay. A day later I gave her a laundry basket to put the clothes in --- --- --- that she had piled on the floor. No pee though, thank goodness.
It was good to have her here for Thanksgiving - pants at the table or no. My "vegetarian" Mother ate stuffed peppers with beef, pepperoni pizza, barbecued pork and turkey while she was here. Funniest vegetarian diet I've ever seen! My brother is right when he says the whole bottom of the food pyramid is chocolate for her. Especially dark chocolate because "You KNOW how good that is for you!"
The shower chair and hand held shower head were a hit, they were appreciated and there were no falls in the bathroom. But the squishy toilet booster seat? When I told my son Grandma was leaving his first question was "You mean I get to pee standing up?" That seat was just icky. And even ickier when I took if off the toilet. Ugh-h-h-h.
My daughter and fiancee' swooped in for a quick visit for part of a day which I was grateful for. My family rarely visits each other, I don't know when my kids might see my mom again. Or if - if I'm being truthful.
I'm not sure the cats ever quite figured out what that walker was, and one of them would usually wait outside the bathroom door for her - keeping the walker company.
So, she's gone back. I found her visit emotionally exhausting and I do not know how my brother does it. I really don't. She needs more care and we are going to have to start thinking about moving forward with some other arrangements. What those will be and how we will pay for them - I don't know yet.