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It is the most fabulous time of year again. We’ve still got baseball (Cards, not so great but my lord- Go Rays!) and now we add the most wonderful of wonderful- college football.
More importantly- Alabama college football.
I’m especially excited for tonight’s game because it will be one of the few I actually get to watch on tv. I’ll have to suffer through UF for most of the sec games. But USF is poised to have a good, possibly even great year which should be exciting.
So here’s to a new season!
ROLL TIDE!!!!!!
that doesn’t think the Sarah Palin pick is pandering to women.
If I was going to vote for Hillary Clinton before, I sure as hell am not going to vote for McCain/Palin.
I think it would take more than a vagina in common to make me switch like that.
I believe it is more insulting to women as a whole to suggest that they would only vote for someone based on their plumbing.
Never once did I look at Hillary Clinton and say- my god! She has a uterus! I must vote for her!
Ridiculousness.
in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit.
Congrats- I just gave you a glimpse into the future.
So I’ve got a couple of hobbies.
I enjoy backpacking, hiking, camping, fishing (more truthfully, watching my husband throw a line out in the water repeatedly to no avail), playing board games, and playing video games.
In recent years I’ve picked up a few “craftsy” hobbies such has knitting and needlepoint. Now I should clarify on my knitting. I am the co-creator of a twelve foot “in progress” scarf. It’s one of those things that I figured out how to start and how to keep going but I have zero clue how to finish it. So I just keep going. And every once in awhile the husband will be sitting next to me and decide that he wants to knit so he makes a valiant attempt at a few stiches. The result is basically just a really long piece of knitted red wool that truthfully looks like hammered shite. But it is fun. As for the needlepoint- well I’ve been working on the same piece for about five years- no joke.
Now, when one is accident prone and some might say a klutz, it is expected that while participating in activities in the great outdoors that one might get hurt. A scrape here, a bump there, a few stiches every now and then- all par for the course. However- I would not expect to be in horrid pain after sitting in a chair for about six hours.
My mom was in town for a couple of days (which was lovely- I can never say the word lovely without thinking of Will Ferrell in the trust tree, ahhh good movie) and somehow we ended up making socks. More truthfully attempting to make socks.
There were many signs to warn of us our potential disaster. 1- we searched forever before we finally found a pattern that looked acceptable (a note to all people who post knitting patterns on the internets- please include a damn picture!) 2- There was a ridiculous line at Jo-Anns. It seemed as if the apocalypse was coming and the only thing that would stop it was fake flowers and big ass wooden letters. 3- after we found a pattern we liked, we realized that we had zero idea what the hell they were talking about. Note to self: if you can’t comprehend the first steps of the directions, maybe you are slightly out of your league. 4- We had to watch a video on how to do the very first part at least ten times.
And even after all that we decided to make a go of it. 3 hours later… we had made progress, unfortunately the only people in the market for our creations would be midgets with lumpy legs and no taste. Combine that with the fact we had to start all over because we realized that we were doing it completely wrong- twisted Oh NO!!!- and things are not off to a great start.
So I put at least six hours into the sock last night and I’m telling you, I can barely move today! My hands are a little stiff to begin with due to years of beating the crap out of them with sports and years of repetitive motion with the horn but the knitting took it to a whole new level! It could be the death grip that I’ve got on the needles. I would not be the least bit surprised if one breaks and takes out an eye or two.
But with all that I do have a little bit of ribbing happening. Of course I only have half an inch of sock knitted (after hours of work, I might have them done by the time I reach the old folks home) but it doesn’t look nearly as bad as the quarter of an inch I had done last night.
So I’ll keep on trucking. I may not be able to move my upper body but at least my feet will be warm.
My reputation as a giver is well known so it shouldn’t come as any surprise to you that I will go out of my way to make sure you are up to date on all important current events.
Which brings me to my announcement.
As of February 2009 you will no longer be able watch television using an antenna. I do believe it is called the “digital revolution.”
I don’t know how well known this information is. You never hear it mentioned anywhere. So I felt it was only right that I pass on this news.
You are welcome.
So I haven’t had many RISTLTMB posts because they’ve been pretty much all dog sex, I WANT TO BE PREGNANT NOW!!!!1!!, or dumbest yahoo answers type of searches.
But yesterday we had a fun one.
Wait for it.
icanhasacheezeburger + adoption
Ummmm- were you thinking that the site was actually an adoption site to match these funny felines with homes that believe in proper english?
(That would be On Eagle’s Wings-this song is sung so freaking often that most choirs-especially funeral choirs- would automatically know what was coming up from only OEW)
So as a music director I really can’t cry at songs (unless you’ve heard some of my choirs and been there when they’ve outdone themselves- that is tear worthy!) but there are a few that I absolutely love.
I used the lyrics of Servant Song in our wedding program and in our album. As a liturgist, I couldn’t think of a better song that embodied what marriage should be.
Here is the Westminster Abbey Choir singing a piece of perhaps one of the greatest choral composes of all time- John Rutter. If is piece doesn’t give you chills then you are incapable of being moved.
This is not the “normal” version (couldn’t find a youtube of it) but it is one that will always get me- always. This version obviouly doesn’t have it, but there is a verse that is used on Holy Saturday that asks for the Lord to “be with these chosen”- I’m always one big goosebump by that point. It was the processional for my wedding too- once again, nerdy liturgist, couldn’t see starting my marriage asking for the intercession of the saints as a bad thing. (I just noticed the saints they chose- I’m impressed.)
I found this in my search for a youtube of the Litany of the Saints- big props to this guy!
I love, love, love Taize. When I went to the NPM Convention years ago, they had a Taize style prayer service one night- if I wasn’t already in love with Taize, I would have been after that. I will someday get to France and Taize- someday. Another one I love is John Bell and the Iona Community.
I searched for quite awhile for a video of a piece along the same lines called Stay Here and Keep Watch- I’ve used it for adoration on Holy Thursday (and beginning of Good Friday) and it always, always, always gives me chills.
An old friend of mine (my teacher during my internship) once said that he could not die until he had a choir that could sing this at his funeral. I would have to agree. This is also a place/group (This is the King’s College Singers- them and the Westminster Abbey Choir above) I would love to go see someday. Those British may have kicked out the Pope but my lord can they sing!
A few I couldn’t find videos for would be Oh My People (used for Good Friday liturgy) and Do You Know (used for washing of feet during Holy Thursday liturgy)
As you can probably see- I could go on forever. But I won’t.
ROD STEWART-I’M SAILING
I have loved this song since I was little and can not remember if I’ve ever seen the video. Of course who could forget that hair!
Programming note- I’m guessing youtube saves videos that don’t make it to your blog (internet goes down for example) because it was at least three months ago that I “shared” this video and then forgot about it.
They husband is headed back to the middle east. Yippee!
Actually he is a little bit more relaxed about this trip. Rightfully so- he actually has been doing the job for more than three hours; he has a general idea what he will be doing when he gets there; one of the guys he’s become friends with is going too- slumber party!
Lessons learned from the last trip- we will be packing clothing, if nothing else a change of underwear, in the carryon. No more $60 for pair of cheap pants. Won’t be taking as much “stuff” this time- there is a laundry on base, use it. No computer- he can use the exchange number thingie to call home. Of course I’m hoping he is working nights so he isn’t calling me at 3 in the morning!
I’ve requested spices and cookbooks. I eagerly await my package!
I just wanted to take a moment and recognize you for your great service.
For years I had Walgreen’s taking care of my every pharmaceutical need. They were good. They were really good. One could say they were pretty damn close to perfect. Sure I had to wait awhile sometimes for them to fill a prescription but all in all, not bad.
The problem was that outside of the prescription, there was never anything I needed at Walgreens. That and the last time I was at the Walgreens by my house the pharmacist could not understand what I was asking and I could not understand his response. Not a good thing.
So, I decided to head on over to a place that I spend a great deal of not only time but money- Super Target. First round of prescriptions were perfect. I dropped them off, did my grocery shopping, came back and picked them up. Just wonderful.
Second time we hit a little bump but nothing insurmontable. I just had to drive back the next day. But who is going to complain about having to go to Target? Not I, my friend (thanks Mandie), not I.
Third time was not necessarily the charm. I had just come back from my RE appointment and was on a time crunch. I needed to start the antibiotics for my HSG that day. I don’t do well with infection. I don’t bounce bck very quickly and when we are talking about the possible infection happening up in the ute- not cool. Anyways, I show up to Target only to find that there is no prescription there. Okay, not a problem. Perhaps it just takes awhile for those things to go through.
So I waited. For a couple of hours I waited. Then I called them back- nope, still hadn’t gotten it. So I called the nurse.
She usually returns calls around 5, so I waited. Sure enough she called right about 5. Don’t know what she said but Target called about 30 seconds later saying they had the prescription filled. Life is good once again.
Trip #4 wasn’t that pleasant. I had used the online electronic refill request to refill (duh) a prescription (duh again) for my husband. Showed up at Target and not only did that not have it ready but they’ve not even supposedly gotten the request.
We arrive at Target Pharmacy usage #5.
This is where our story turns rather sour.
See I needed another prescription filled. Same dr.’s office. And we aren’t talking a practice that is housed in a trailer parked down by the river. It’s a well known, well respected practice that seems at every turn to have their shite together.
I went to the Target Pharmacy fully expecting there to be a problem. I could just sense it. I walk up and give them my name. They look in the empty and forlorn ‘D’ bin and then comes the awkward silence. Had the witness I brought along thought of it, I’m sure she would have flashed the awkward turtle.
We stood there as they looked for my phantom prescription. After a few minutes the lady announced that they, yet again, did not have my prescription. When asked why not, they first tried to blame the dr.’s office. I know it isn’t their fault because I stood there and watched it go through the first time we tried. Not only that but I’ve already run into the same problem with the electronic prescription requests the last time I was there! And if sending prescriptions electronically did not work, I imagine they would stop using it. But it seems to only be a problem for me and my pharmacy.
Here’s the kicker. As my witness will atest- your own employee, dearest Target Pharmacy, stood there and told me (and my witness) that basically all Target Pharmacies have the same problem.
Ummmm- so which one is it? Is it the dr.’s fault or Target Pharmacy as a whole’s fault? Make up your mind!!!!!!!!!!!
In the meantime, I’m going to try my luck again with the broken english over at Walgreens. Oddly enough I think I’ll get better service.
Sincerly-
Amanda “Please transfer all my prescriptions back to Walgreens” D.
We have to see if we can get my fuucking ovaries to ovulate first.
So I got my second p4 test back. Improvement. Well not really- it was 1.5 this time. That is up from the 0.6 before. Great, just great.
However I did pass my glucose tolerance test. So that’s good.
And I did talk to the RE nurse (who I love by the way) after drinking 1 regular size beer and 4 small beers while at Busch Gardens. She probably thinks I’m a huge lush now, which is rather ironic given my one beer betty status.
Anyways- I’ll go pick up the provera tomorrow. Actually scratch that. I will go to the pharmacy to pick up the prescription but it won’t be there because they won’t have recieved it even though they assure me that they have no problems getting scripts electronically. And then I’ll call the nurse (sober this time- because this afternoon was far from it, damn blueberry beer pushed me over the edge) and she will call the pharmacy and work her Zena Warrior Princess magic and then I’ll go back to the pharmacy and pick up the provera.
Oh and my dr. is not an idiot and didn’t say that spotting is day one, nor will my period start immediately the moment I take the Provera.
It saddens me when I see people with dipshit dr.’s. Then I realize that they probably attract each other- dipshit dr. and attention seeking moron patient. A match made in heaven.
They are so not doing well to all this blood drawing.
Last friday I did the first progesterone draw. Drum roll please.. a 0.6- that’s nice.
Then yesterday I went and did the glucose tolerance test. A good time was had by all. Only had to get two blood draws for that one. First time my arm swelled up like with the first progesterone but the second did just fine.
Then this morning I had my second progesterone draw. I’ll probably find out monday or tuesday what those results are.
And as if that was not enough, I’m probably going to start my period at any moment and then will have to go in for my day 3 bloodwork.
My veins are about to throw out the white flag.
So I’ve been on a charting hiatus for the last couple of months. Have many excuses: the husband works nights, no consistency in sleep patterns, moving again, this and that, lost another thermometer.
But of course I really needed to temp this month. Went to go get my cycle day 21 (or more accurately 7 days past ovulation) bloodwork done yesterday and I know that I am no where near 7 dpo. Ugh. On top of that, my arm exploded after the chick drew the blood.
No really, it exploded. It is all dark blue and hard as a rock. Actually it has gone down some since yesterday afternoon but it still hurts like a mother.
And since I don’t know when I ovulated, unless by some sort of weird twist of fate I O’d right after my hsg (as in hours after the hsg- highly unlikely) and my progesterone comes back fine- I’m going to have to go get more blood drawn on Monday, and probably Tuesday, and maybe even Wednesday.
Damn it.
That would be me!
I can come about and jibe with the best of them! Okay maybe not with the best of them, but I can still do it!
And I can make an educated attempt to save your drowning ass when you go overboard.
We had a blast. Got run off the water both days from storms but we were still able to get quite a few hours in on the water.
Look out Basic Coastal Cruising- here I come!!!!!!!!!!!
I have very clear and open fallopian tubes. Awwww, how sweet.
It wasn’t that bad during the actual HSG. It was afterwards as I’m hot footing it to the bathroom as the hoover dam has broken and a flood is pouring down my legs. Nasty. Just nasty.
Then the cramping- hello mr. discomfort, nice of you to visit. Advil. Lot’s of it. As a woman who rarely cramps I’ve had more cramping in the last three days than I have in my entire life. Combined. Not fun.
However, it seems that I have a bit of “pooching” at the top of my uterus. Basically it looks like my uterus is a stingray. Dr. didn’t seemed too concerned, said he would look at it more closely with a saline ultrasound. Oh joy, another date with the wand?

(this is my stingray shaped ute)
Oh and it looks like I’m allergic to something in the dye they use. I was waiting for my car (office has valet) and my eye started itching and I got that tickle in my throat and nose. By the time I got home my eye was all swollen- fun. Thank the lord above for Benadryl. Relief and an excuse to sleep all day.
Progress!!!!!!
Amazingly enough, I have made progress.
Had an RE appointment this afternoon. Finally got past the initial conversation with an RE. It’s about time.
Well we did the let’s sit down and chat portion of the visit and then he says he wants to do an exam. Okay, no problem, I “prepared” myself for such an occurance. However comma I did not realize that this exam would include not only an endomentrial (I’m sure that is misspelled but I’m too lazy to go find the correct spelling) biopsy but also a date with the condom clad vaginal wand.
Holy mother of god was that uncomfortable. Little did I know that my left ovary was shy- it took the dr. pressing rather firmly on my abdomen and learning dr. (university practice) manning the wand to find the hiding ovary. Not a process I want to repeat all that often. And the biopsy! Oh the biopsy! It wasn’t horrible at the time but the cramps I’ve got now are downright unpleasant. I even went out and bought a heating pad. Ugh.
Anyways- I’ve got the orders for my blood work on cd 21 and cd3 (when it comes around again) and I’ve got an HSG on Friday morning.
8 in the morning. I have to be there at 7 in the morning. In the morning. And I have to take advil two hours before hand- which means 6 in the morning. That is really freaking early!
Oh well, hopefully it will be worth it.
Off we go!
that has nothing to do with moving or the expansion of our family- we are learning to sail!
The husband and I have our first ASA class at the end of the month and I am beyond excited for it. Our hope and dream is to someday get rid of all the crap we seem to accumulate at a rapid rate and move aboard a sailboat.
Of course we need to be done with adoptions before going that route- I can’t see the state of Florida looking at us living on a sailboat and saying “yep we approve you for a placement!” So not happening.
I’ll let you know how it goes!