Saturday, May 23, 2009
Up to snuff...
I used the phrase "up to snuff" in my last post, does anyone know what this means or more to the point, where it came from? Maybe it's something like a group of guys passing around a can of snuff and they were "up to snuff" if it was their turn for the can. Who knows.
Friday, May 22, 2009
And by the way...you have E. Coli
The nurse from my doctor's office called yesterday. She told me I have E. Coli. How strange is that? I went for a UTI and found out I have food poisoning. I guess this explains why I felt sick all weekend and am still not feeling up to snuff.
I was down and feeling sick both Friday night and Saturday day, so I can't even blame McKenna for choosing Joe's Crab Shack for her birthday dinner. Darn it! You know I love you Kenna, I've never stepped foot in there for anyone else!
Luckily the doctor seems to think that the antibiotics I'm already taking for the other infection should knock out the E. Coli too. Perhaps my body has sort of malfunctioning reject chip that causes it to get strange illnesses no one else around me seems to get. I thought I should be grateful for the UTI since it's how I found out about the E. Coli, until I read on the CDC website that some strains of E. Coli can actually cause them.
I was down and feeling sick both Friday night and Saturday day, so I can't even blame McKenna for choosing Joe's Crab Shack for her birthday dinner. Darn it! You know I love you Kenna, I've never stepped foot in there for anyone else!
Luckily the doctor seems to think that the antibiotics I'm already taking for the other infection should knock out the E. Coli too. Perhaps my body has sort of malfunctioning reject chip that causes it to get strange illnesses no one else around me seems to get. I thought I should be grateful for the UTI since it's how I found out about the E. Coli, until I read on the CDC website that some strains of E. Coli can actually cause them.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Just call me I.P. Orangeley
I woke up at 3:30 in the morning Monday morning, randomly. There was nothing out of the ordinary about that or the fact that I laid in bed and read my book instead of going back to sleep like a normal person would. However, I realized after a while that I felt anything but normal.
For the last couple of days of my weekend I felt nauseated and had a horrible headache, but just figured it stemmed from staying up too late and lack of sleep. Nausea gave way to a urinary tract infection and all its miserable glory!
I've finally learned my lesson about waiting to take care of it after several UTIs turned to horrific kidney infections, the last resulting in my miscarriage last November. So I got into the doctor first thing and got antibiotics and that sweet little brown pill that makes your pee look like orange Kool-aid or Tang.
When our friend found out the medicine has the interesting side effect of altered urine color, he was sorely disappointed at it being spring and therefore no snow on the ground. (Boys!) Whatever silly side effect, I was grateful that its other side effect is that my pain went away and I could finally cope.
It's 3:45 Wednesday morning, again I can't sleep, but at least it's not frequent/painful urination keeping me awake this time.
For the last couple of days of my weekend I felt nauseated and had a horrible headache, but just figured it stemmed from staying up too late and lack of sleep. Nausea gave way to a urinary tract infection and all its miserable glory!
I've finally learned my lesson about waiting to take care of it after several UTIs turned to horrific kidney infections, the last resulting in my miscarriage last November. So I got into the doctor first thing and got antibiotics and that sweet little brown pill that makes your pee look like orange Kool-aid or Tang.
When our friend found out the medicine has the interesting side effect of altered urine color, he was sorely disappointed at it being spring and therefore no snow on the ground. (Boys!) Whatever silly side effect, I was grateful that its other side effect is that my pain went away and I could finally cope.
It's 3:45 Wednesday morning, again I can't sleep, but at least it's not frequent/painful urination keeping me awake this time.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
How to get kids to eat their vegetables
If vegetables tasted like this, I would totally eat them!
My co-worker was craving sugar and thought it would be a good idea to bring us each a "single serve" brownie cake. "Single serve" is what they call it, I think 4 people could get their fill on it. It's pure evil, dang it!
My co-worker was craving sugar and thought it would be a good idea to bring us each a "single serve" brownie cake. "Single serve" is what they call it, I think 4 people could get their fill on it. It's pure evil, dang it!
Bake Sale
Today there was a bake sale at our work in order for the incentive committee to raise money for our summer party. My mom decided it would be fun to make some more pupcakes. They're so cute and easy, but time consuming and make your hand hurt from all that piping. So after a dozen of them we decided to do something different with the other dozen. I made cute sunflowers by piping sunny yellow petals and filling the center in with mini-chocolate chips.
I also made a giant cupcake. When I couldn't figure out how to decorate the whole thing I decided I'd make a giant Hostess cupcake. I scooped out the center and filled it with whipped cream, then frosted the whole top chocolate and did cute white swirls across the top. Kenna suggested last time I made a giant cupcake that I should put something next to it to show how big it is, so I put the regular Hostess cupcake next to it. Problem is, if you hollow out the center of a cake and fill it with whipped cream you need to put something over that hole. Whipped cream is obviously not a strong enough base for frosting.
With baking you live and learn.... and you get to eat your mistakes! (clearly I make a lot of mistakes!)
I also made a giant cupcake. When I couldn't figure out how to decorate the whole thing I decided I'd make a giant Hostess cupcake. I scooped out the center and filled it with whipped cream, then frosted the whole top chocolate and did cute white swirls across the top. Kenna suggested last time I made a giant cupcake that I should put something next to it to show how big it is, so I put the regular Hostess cupcake next to it. Problem is, if you hollow out the center of a cake and fill it with whipped cream you need to put something over that hole. Whipped cream is obviously not a strong enough base for frosting.
With baking you live and learn.... and you get to eat your mistakes! (clearly I make a lot of mistakes!)
Next time, how about a big NEON sign with flashing lights?
Heavenly and I did something very adult and very scary tonight. We put an offer on a house, our very first house. I'm a little bit of everything (excited, nervous, settled and terrified) all rolled into one. I thought making a decision to buy our first car was difficult enough and it was about 10 times cheaper than a house!
We talked about it and thought about it, we prayed about it and stewed about it, we went to the temple to serve others and hoped for answers to our questions. I didn't feel at all settled after the temple, I felt peaceful like I always do after I leave the temple. I just didn't feel like I got a concrete answer from my Heavenly Father. At least not the kind of answer I was looking for. I wanted a solid "Yes" or "No," seriously I would have settled for "Not right now." I just didn't feel like I got any of that. My real estate agent, who is also my cousin and has been excellent to work with us, called a couple of times to find out if we'd decided anything. He told me to pray hard and that it never hurts to "sleep on it." I just didn't know how long he'd wait for me to make a decision and I didn't want to make a decision if I wasn't getting an answer from Heavenly Father because I didn't want to give the wrong one.
I added up our monthly income and subtracted all of our bills, even factoring in tithing, groceries and gas for the car. Having it all in black and white helped me to see if we could really do this. Heavenly shook his head a lot, but didn't say much other than that. I didn't know if he thought what I came up with meant we could afford it or if we should keep looking. (Men are so annoying sometimes!) Yesterday I was talking to my sister Haha, and told her about my findings. I told her we still have money left over every month after gas and bills and food. She was much more positive and said that it sounded great, that we could easily do it. (I don't know about easily, but I appreciated her enthusiasm.)
After talking to Heavenly about Haha's reaction, he told me that's how he felt too he just hadn't said anything. (See what I mean about how annoying men can be?) So I called Brandon and told him the decision we'd come up with, that we'd like to put an offer on the house.
As soon as I made the decision and said it out loud I felt the wave of relief and positive assurance I'd been waiting for. Sometimes our Father in Heaven doesn't tell us "yes" and he doesn't tell us "no," and he doesn't even tell us "not right now." Sometimes he allows us to make a decision for ourselves and then he tells us whether that decision was the correct one. Our Father in Heaven helps us to grow by allowing us to make our own decisions and then rewards us with warm fuzzies afterward.
I appreciate the opportunities God gives me to learn and grow by testing my faith, but next time I wouldn't mind a great big NEON sign with flashing lights! (Just once.)
We talked about it and thought about it, we prayed about it and stewed about it, we went to the temple to serve others and hoped for answers to our questions. I didn't feel at all settled after the temple, I felt peaceful like I always do after I leave the temple. I just didn't feel like I got a concrete answer from my Heavenly Father. At least not the kind of answer I was looking for. I wanted a solid "Yes" or "No," seriously I would have settled for "Not right now." I just didn't feel like I got any of that. My real estate agent, who is also my cousin and has been excellent to work with us, called a couple of times to find out if we'd decided anything. He told me to pray hard and that it never hurts to "sleep on it." I just didn't know how long he'd wait for me to make a decision and I didn't want to make a decision if I wasn't getting an answer from Heavenly Father because I didn't want to give the wrong one.
I added up our monthly income and subtracted all of our bills, even factoring in tithing, groceries and gas for the car. Having it all in black and white helped me to see if we could really do this. Heavenly shook his head a lot, but didn't say much other than that. I didn't know if he thought what I came up with meant we could afford it or if we should keep looking. (Men are so annoying sometimes!) Yesterday I was talking to my sister Haha, and told her about my findings. I told her we still have money left over every month after gas and bills and food. She was much more positive and said that it sounded great, that we could easily do it. (I don't know about easily, but I appreciated her enthusiasm.)
After talking to Heavenly about Haha's reaction, he told me that's how he felt too he just hadn't said anything. (See what I mean about how annoying men can be?) So I called Brandon and told him the decision we'd come up with, that we'd like to put an offer on the house.
As soon as I made the decision and said it out loud I felt the wave of relief and positive assurance I'd been waiting for. Sometimes our Father in Heaven doesn't tell us "yes" and he doesn't tell us "no," and he doesn't even tell us "not right now." Sometimes he allows us to make a decision for ourselves and then he tells us whether that decision was the correct one. Our Father in Heaven helps us to grow by allowing us to make our own decisions and then rewards us with warm fuzzies afterward.
I appreciate the opportunities God gives me to learn and grow by testing my faith, but next time I wouldn't mind a great big NEON sign with flashing lights! (Just once.)
No hope for the future...
I answered a 911 call and a timid little voice on the other end of the line said, "There's a car outside that wrecked, can you come fix it?"
"There's a car outside that's wrecked?" I confirmed, "How did it get wrecked?"
"It wrecked into a fence." She said matter of factly.
"A car wrecked into a fence, is anyone hurt?" I questioned.
"Uh-huh. Can you come fix it?"
I started a call on my screen of a car accident and at this point felt like I needed to get some more information and hopefully talk to an adult.
"Can I talk to your mommy or your daddy?"
"She told me not to stay on too long." Click.
When I called back it was an older gentleman who answered the phone. I informed him that a cute little boy or girl had called 911 and said there was a wreck, that a car had crashed into a fence outside of the house and people were hurt.
"There's a car wreck in front of the house? Hang on, let me see." (Um, not exactly what I expected.) When he got back to the phone he told me there was no car wreck in front of the house or anywhere that he could see, so I explained to him that it was a child who had called and perhaps it was just a prank. So he told me his granddaughter was there and perhaps it was her, "Here, can you tell her mother what you just told me?"
Another voice got on the phone, I explained again how her imaginative little girl had called 911 and told me that a car had wrecked into a fence in front of the house and people were hurt.
"Oh, I didn't even know she knew the number for 911," was her reply.
When I have a more intelligent conversation with a 5 year old than I do with her mother, I worry about the future. Or, maybe it means I should worry less about the future and wonder how that little girl came to be as bright as she is with such little help.
"There's a car outside that's wrecked?" I confirmed, "How did it get wrecked?"
"It wrecked into a fence." She said matter of factly.
"A car wrecked into a fence, is anyone hurt?" I questioned.
"Uh-huh. Can you come fix it?"
I started a call on my screen of a car accident and at this point felt like I needed to get some more information and hopefully talk to an adult.
"Can I talk to your mommy or your daddy?"
"She told me not to stay on too long." Click.
When I called back it was an older gentleman who answered the phone. I informed him that a cute little boy or girl had called 911 and said there was a wreck, that a car had crashed into a fence outside of the house and people were hurt.
"There's a car wreck in front of the house? Hang on, let me see." (Um, not exactly what I expected.) When he got back to the phone he told me there was no car wreck in front of the house or anywhere that he could see, so I explained to him that it was a child who had called and perhaps it was just a prank. So he told me his granddaughter was there and perhaps it was her, "Here, can you tell her mother what you just told me?"
Another voice got on the phone, I explained again how her imaginative little girl had called 911 and told me that a car had wrecked into a fence in front of the house and people were hurt.
"Oh, I didn't even know she knew the number for 911," was her reply.
When I have a more intelligent conversation with a 5 year old than I do with her mother, I worry about the future. Or, maybe it means I should worry less about the future and wonder how that little girl came to be as bright as she is with such little help.
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