Sunday, April 16, 2006

Still breathing

We survived yet another holiday. Actually it wasn't all bad. I guess I am getting used to not having Caleb here with us for each holiday that passes. I SHOULD be used to it. I mean it has been over 3 years without him. I am used to it, but in no way am I ok with it. I still hate it with everything in me. It's not right, and I hate it.

This was my first real holiday away from my family. It really had me down the past few days. I cooked a huge meal, and it turned out edible (my first attempt at turkey since I hate ham). Actually it was GOOD. The Easter Bunny came last night and hid eggs for Evan, and brought him a little wooden Thomas train, a Little Quack book, and a bubble mower. And of course candy. I barely got him down the stairs this morning before he saw his basket sitting in the middle of the living room and tried to dive out of my arms. He ran straight to it, as happy as he could be, before I could get the camera ready. He totally forgot being sick, and it was great. He ate 4 peices of chocolate and no breakfast. Gotta love holidays. It took him no time at all to figure out those eggs had candy in them. He absolutely loves the bubble mower, and pushed it around the house all day. We got to take him outside for a little while after his nap so he could push the mower and watch the bubbles come out. It was so great to see him so happy after being sick for the last week.

I woke up with cramps this morning, so chances are this was not our month either. I am so tired of this ttc crap. I was so hopeful for this month, but now, my hopes are pretty much shattered, yet again. AF isn't here yet, but I am sure she is coming. Stupid hag.

But we made it through the holiday, and that's a start. Not that we had a choice.

4 Comments:

At 8:50 AM, Blogger kate said...

((((((((hugs))))))))) I am sorry this isn't your month either...it is so very frustrating. I wish i had something better to tell you than i am sorry and it sucks...

Glad you had a peaceful holiday though...

 
At 11:56 AM, Blogger MB said...

So glad to hear that your sweetie enjoyed the holiday. I hope your week is looking up.

Oh, and, I agree, this TTC crap, bites.

 
At 1:06 PM, Blogger Sarah said...

Hi,
I've seen you around the comment world, but just thought i'd check in here to see that you're doing ok. (or ok as can be.)

 
At 8:46 PM, Blogger whoami123 said...

.
We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami


P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

 

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