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October 23, 2008 at 9:39 am · Filed under heart, interests, thoughts
So yesterday, I turned in my absentee ballot for the federal and state elections this year. I was almost surprised to find out that there are actually 9 people running for president, 7 of whom never got any air-time in any of the nation’s media. They were skipped out of the “presidential” debates entirely. I give them all kudos for having the nerve to even run for president, knowing that they would never win, or even get represented as a presidential candidate in America’s history. I would have voted for Nader, or even the Green Party’s representative (whose name I have already forgotten, giving valid proof that they almost don’t matter), but this isn’t Canada, or the UK, or any other country that allows their candidates to be represented fully. This is the “United” States of America, where only two people can run for president. Not “everyone” can be president because after all, the last two presidential candidates four years ago happened to be cousins to one another.
It makes me angry, really, to see these candidates on the ballot and feeling like my hands are tied that I cannot vote for the person I think would be better at the job because I know I would be throwing my vote away. In Canada, a percentage of the votes for every party gets represented in “seats” in the government. In the U.S., good luck in hell when that happens. In Canada, even minority parties get represented, depending on how many votes they get. In the U.S., there are only two parties worth mentioning: democratic and republican. In Canada, when there is a prime minister debate, there are all the parties up there, debating with one another, sometimes as many as 5 people talking seriously about the issues. In the U.S., presidential candidates who are not from the Democratic or Republican party get arrested for even showing up at the debates. In Canada, I wouldn’t be throwing my vote away if I didn’t vote for one of the top two representatives. I would know that at least my vote counted for a percentage and therefore my party would have a “seat.” In the U.S., a vote not for the Democratic party is a vote for the Republican party. Oh, what a “free” country we live in.
It seems counterproductive when people get angry that Ralph Nader has again run for president. People accuse him of allowing votes to be thrown away, thereby essentially “handing” votes to the Republican candidate because after all, what chance in hell does he have of winning? And yet, I keep going back to the lesson that my 1st grade teacher kept telling us: “Anyone can run for president.” Sure, anyone can run, but not anyone can win. Sure, anyone can run, but you can’t just vote for “anyone” and make it count. Sure, anyone can run, but who is Mr. Anyone going to get corporate endorsements if that Anyone doesn’t promise corporations and sleazy CEOs a percentage of their wealth and fame once president? Sure, “anyone” can run, but how many impoverished, blue collar middle class black women who are raising ten fatherless children do you know have run for president in this country’s history?
That’s right. None.
So, with every election that passes, I feel a sense of duty and a sense of loss. I voted for the least of two evils (though I have to admit, during this election, I am more excited about Obama than I have been with any candidate running for president in the past; even Clinton). With every vote where I’m not voting for my heart, I feel like I’m selling just a tiny bit of my soul away, and condoning this country’s fake democracy.
But there you have it. Not enough of us are angry enough to do anything about it. Most of us are too busy looking for top rated diet pills to shove down our throats so we can look like Paris Hilton or Nicole Richie. *shudder*
September 24, 2008 at 7:54 am · Filed under thoughts
Yesterday, I went to my doctor’s appointment after being asked to take give a blood withdraw at the local blood clinic (that sounds awfully vampirish). My doctor was concerned that my thyroid glands looked swollen or enlarged. So the blood test results came back, and indeed, my thyroid levels were very high. She said that while this was not necessarily a “concern,” she wants to keep an eye on it for a while. From the first trimester of my pregnancy, my thyroids became inflamed. I guess it is taking a while longer to get back to normal. I had gained 37 pounds during pregnancy, leading me up to a whopping 136 lbs at the very height of my pregnancy. In less than 3 months time (more like 2.5 months), I lost pretty much all of it and now I’m a mere 103 lbs. I had hoped that the pregnancy weight would help me keep a few extra pounds afterwards so that I can stay at a steady 110 lbs. It sounds healthy to me, for my height and all. No such luck.
Here in the western world, and now bleeding into 3rd world countries as well, we’re very concerned with weight. It is not so much with health, but more with weight in general. Women everywhere have the gift to criticize every part of their body as “too big.” The hips, the thighs, the butt, even the boobs. Not even well endowed boobage is safe from criticism. Self esteem issues have sky rocketed since the 60s. It is no surprise, then, to clear up that sometimes I too have a self image problem. I’ve always been on the more thinner side, and have always been jokingly ridiculed by other women who self proclaimed to be less endowed with the anorexic disease. I eat like a horse, don’t get me wrong, but my metabolism, which I now know has a lot to do with how my thyroids function, has always been very high. I can drink a liter of fatty oil and still may only gain a pound or two. And if I happen to go out for a walk around the block, I’ve completely lost that weight altogether.
Don’t envy me. I’m not saying this to be envied, or sneered at by “fat women” everywhere. I’m not even saying this to be pitied. It is simply a matter of fact and life that my metabolism is sometimes out of control. My issue has always been how I can gain *more* weight, not less. While gaining too much weight can be a concern and give self image problems, losing too much weight is also a concern and has its own self image issues. Women have told me how “lucky” I am to be able to lose all this weight in such a short time after giving birth. I often ponder on how ridiculous this sounds, because it can’t be at all healthy for me to lose this much weight in such a short period of time. I didn’t even try. Losing about 35 pounds in less than 2.5 months is scary. I am afraid of disappearing into nothing.
I have a weight issue. Except, mine is not the same as most women’s in America today. Mine is the dramatic opposition, but it is still valid, it is still a concern, it still represents its own problems and issues. I am trying to gain weight as much as I can, and this should be envied at all. I am trying to keep myself healthy without being too thin, and this should not be looked at as “fortunate” and you should not call me a “lucky bitch.” I don’t feel very lucky. I just want to be healthy.
I am to go see a thyroid specialist soon to discuss my options and what to do in case my thyroiditis continues to be out of control. I have hyperthyroid issues, which is less common than hypothyroid issues (which make you gain weight exponentially faster). Hyperthyroid is just as bad as hypothyroid, but somehow in this time and age and space and location, I can’t help but feel that I am being called “lucky” that I have thyroid issues that make me lose weight at the speed of light. It is no luck, my friend, when health is a concern, regardless of what the weight is.
(I think I need more computer memory in this laptop. It’s taking me longer and longer to do things, such as posting this entry.)
September 10, 2008 at 6:57 am · Filed under daily, heart, thoughts
I rarely have any time to do much blogging these days, what with an active and awfully cute newborn infant in the home now. There are so many things I want to say and write about, though I lack the artistic written ability these days, it seems. It also feels like I have the tendency to protect my privacy (something confusingly new to me, seeing as how I have always been a person who values putting her emotions and thoughts on display). These days, my time is consisted of feeding the baby, burping the baby, changing the baby, cuddling and playing with the baby, and if there is any time in between all of those, chores and sleep are a priority for me. I’m not doing much of the whole “sleep” thing though. When the baby is asleep, I should be sleeping (I know, I’ve heard that many times), but there are so many other things to do, like laundry, and dishes, and cleaning up her room, and vacuuming, and showering, and recording feeding times, and dusting from time to time, and pumping breast milk, and sanitizing everything. Then, before I know it, all of a sudden it’s been two hours and the baby is up and hungry again. Lather, rinse, and repeat throughout the day. No time to think about other trivial things like an acne cure or who’s running for president. Heh.
I’m starting to feel a little lonely here at home. None of my friends are visiting anymore — I guess the novelty of “Helen with a baby” has worn out. I don’t really feel like going out much. Dave is always here, which is a blessing, though he seems to be more quieter than usual, so that makes me a little lonely. Most of my friends are in Washington. There are a few in Canada, though they live generally farther away and making the trip to see them feels much like a chore — packing up the baby, feeding the baby, deciding whether or not to go boob-feeding or bottle-feeding out of the house, packing diapers, “doo doo doo doos” (aka washcloths), extra clothes in case of spit ups and poop accidents, socks, hats, changing pad, extra blankets, etc. etc. All this for a possible 1.5-hour trip. Anything can happen during those 1.5 hours. I am wanting to do more walks along the beach, but we all have to be in sync with this desire. If Dave doesn’t want to go, we stay home. If I don’t want to go, we stay home. If Lily Bean is hungry and fussy, we stay home. This doesn’t really help with my increasing sense of loneliness.
Sometimes I feel like I have no control. Not just with the baby (as I adore every single moment with her, awake or asleep… she is truly the joy and pride of my life), but with just… living. I feel like I don’t have any control over my happiness. It is like I’ve given my sense of happiness and being to someone else to control. I don’t know how else to describe it, but it doesn’t feel very good. Some days are better than others. 6am seems to be the time when I can really think. Dave is still sleeping, and Lily has just woken up to feed and then straight back to sleep she goes. And the more thinking I’m doing, the more I feel like I’m just walking alone in this life right now. I feel alone. For no particular reason. I just feel alone. It’s as if the twilight of this time of day leads me to believe that since everyone else is still asleep (every other sane person, that is), I must be the only awake person on earth, and therefore that makes me feel very lonely.
Not sure how to remedy this. I think perhaps a nap is in order. Maybe I’ll feel better afterwards.
August 19, 2008 at 10:36 am · Filed under daily, interests, thoughts
I’ve been trying to keep up with the Olympics, and watching as many of the live competitions as possible. It’s hard, though, as I’m sure many of you know, since many of them are being held during the wee hours of the night. I saw most of Michael Phelps’ gold medal swims, and most of May-Marsh’s volleyball wins, and even most of the gymnastics routines. However, it has become increasingly hard for me during the tail end of the Olympics to keep up, given Bean’s bedtime routine. Dave and I have decided to start introducing her to a regular bedtime routine — bath at 10:30pm, last dinner feeding, then off to bed in our bedroom in her bassinet. By 11:30p to midnight, she should be sound asleep, and shouldn’t wake up until 10:30am the next day except two or three times to feed during the middle of the night. It has gone very well over the last week. She still protests when I put her down and leave her alone in our bedroom in the dark (“SQUAWK!! HOLD ME, LOVE ME!!!”) but the squawks have become less in frequency and duration, so we can’t complain. She’s been treating me very well during late-night feedings, only awake long enough to eat, and then I put her down after her burp and a diaper change. All done within half an hour. What an adorable, lovely child we have.
Anyway, the Olympics. Did you hear about the latest rumored scam from the Chinese? Apparently, a few of their athletes were given fake birth certificates in order to compete, specifically in the gymnastics competition. At least one of the girls is apparently only 13 years old, and you have to be at least 16 to compete in the Olympics. If it’s true (and forgive me, I haven’t really researched this rumor thoroughly yet), it’s rather sad. The Chinese is in top standing as far as gold medals go, and we all know how dedicated they are when they put their minds on something. But geez, not at the hands of cheating. It just puts down the whole Olympics altogether. It’s sad. To me, this is as highly intolerable as athletes taking steroids or taking diet pills that work just to lose weight to compete. Come on, that’s not what the Olympics is about. It’s about friendly sportsmanship, being the best you can be naturally, working hard, going for the gold for the world (and not just for your country).
Anyway, I’m still enjoying the games. I can’t wait to watch May-Marsh’s finals tonight!
August 5, 2008 at 6:55 pm · Filed under daily, thoughts
The 2008 Summer Olympics is coming very, very soon. Just mere days. I am very excited about this, actually, as I have been following the summer olympics ever since I can remember. I loved watching the opening ceremony and then the closing ceremony, and every sport in between. I love almost all the sports that are displayed, and I love seeing the world come together to fight in friendly competition. The way I see it, if we concentrate on sports as a competition, we would probably have less wars and political bullshit that we have today. All that aggression would come out readily and steadily and healthily in the form of exercise. It’s awesome.
This year, the politics in the air is pretty smelly. With China hosting the summer games this time around, it’s really crazy. I am so torn about all of this. I think that it’s crazy that there have been so much violent protests concerning China being the host. I applaud those who want to protest, but terrorism and war in the name of “peace” isn’t peaceful at all. I don’t agree with what China is doing with Tibet and their people being in such dire living conditions, but seriously… how is hurting the one event that brings the world together going to make China’s government “learn” their lesson? It’s just going to harm and kill more innocent people. It just puts a whole damper on things. It’s uncalled for. And it gives China a reason to fight back with more force and violence. Heightened security, police brutality, all the works. It’s not pretty. It saddens me when I see this in the news.
But regardless of all that, I am rooting for all the hard-working athletes who are participating in the summer games. They’ve all worked butt ass hard and they deserve this spotlight without fear. I’m looking forward to seeing all the games.
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July 23, 2008 at 7:27 pm · Filed under daily, thoughts
Yesterday, Dave and I went to see the new Batman movie… The Dark Knight or something like that. We went because it was our official first year wedding anniversary. Wow, a whole year! We haven’t been to the movies in a very long time, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself, spending time with the husband outside of the house. The movie was pretty awesome. It was the best Batman movie ever made, seriously. The other ones in the past have been very cheesy. Even the best one was borderline cheesy. This one was definitely an “adult” Batman movie. I wouldn’t recommend it to young kids, or even younger adolescents. It’s a pretty twisted plot. Even Dave was impressed, and he hardly gets impressed over a movie. Heath Ledger was totally awesome in it. It’s too bad that he passed, as this role he played was definitely the highlight of his career. What an actor! I totally believed the twisted, insane, psychotic Joker that he played. Pretty creepy guy. Didn’t look like the actor at all. I wonder who would play the next Joker if this series of Batman continues. That actor is going to have big shoes to fill.
I’ve been keeping contact with my best friend from work, Jenbug. She’s been updating me every so often regarding some of my clients and how they’re doing, that she knows of. It’s so neat to know how clients are doing. Some of them I wonder if they’re doing better or worse than when I last left them (I expect some of them are probably going through some type of foreclosure). We were looking up the jail roster in town and it was so depressing to find a few of my old clients on the list. Past clients getting arrested and are now in jail. I’m so bummed about it. It really sucks. I always wish these people well after I leave them, and as much as I can, I believe and visualize that I’m leaving them in a better place than when I met them. Sometimes it’s not true. Sometimes, things screw up no matter how much goodness I visualize. I can only hope that they make it through whatever milestone they are experiencing in their lives.
Well, on that depressing note, I’m gonna take a quick shower before Lily Bean wakes up for another feeding.
July 21, 2008 at 12:49 pm · Filed under baby bean, daily, heart, thoughts
Boy, this site is getting harder and harder to update. I’ve been doing the majority of my daily blog updates at Lily Bean’s site. Everything seems to revolve around this little girl of ours now. It’s kind of weird how much our lives have changed, and how our schedules take on a whole new avenue. I remember what it was like (since it was just like, a week and a half ago.. haha) when Dave and I could spontaneously leave the house for a quick dinner and a movie. Now, we have to plan the movie, seeing as how I can’t imagine how we would bring a newborn with us inside a theatre. Disaster waiting to happen. But then we think about how on Earth we would even want to leave Lily Bean for two hours at a time. My heart sometimes hurts just going to sleep because I wouldn’t be conscious to croon over her. I know, it’s silly, but we’re still in the honeymoon “we’re so in love” stage. I hope it never goes away, to be honest.
So now every time we want to go out, or have to go out (like to a doctor’s visit, or shopping for some odds and ends), we have to spend at least 24 hours planning it, making sure we pack things for the baby bag — enough diapers? cream? foodage? bottle? or boob? blanket in case she gets cold? socks? hat? wipes? etc. You get the idea.
Everything I’m doing now revolves around her, so I feel like I have nothing much to say on this site in particular. Heh. I’ve been catching up on a lot of rest. Dave’s been happily waiting on me hand and foot (he’s SO good to me!!) so that I can take time to heal and rest. Having the husband home with a newborn is sooo beneficial. We’re bonding so much as a family. It’s such an amazing experience, especially with a first newborn. I’m so glad we were able to both take at least 3 or 4 months off like this. Every so often, he and I would look at each other, smile, and give each other a nice, big ol’ hug. Creating a baby sure makes you fall in love with someone all over again. At my very worst, he loves me. During contractions, he loves me. During labor, he loves me. During my days-after-the-hospital-when-I-couldn’t-shower, he still loves me. When my belly is protuding, he loves me. When it’s flabby and weird and bandaged up and scarred after childbirth, he loves me. When I can’t even get into the tub by myself, he still loves me. I can see it in his eyes. He adores me and he respects me.
He was telling me how amazed and impressed he was with me during the whole childbirth thing. He said I never screamed once, and I always had a good sense of humor, cracking jokes even during the worst contractions. He said he had trouble understanding how severe labor pains were because I was so good-natured about it all. Heh. He said I didn’t complain once, I didn’t get angry once, and I was always very polite with everyone I met and talked to, including all the nurses and the doctors. I was wondering before the whole birth what I would be like during labor — a screamer? (I had thought so, but I guess not) a whiner? a crier? Dave said that although I reported the pains, I wasn’t whining about them. I did cry a couple of times though, which really made it hit home for him.
Anyway, Lily Bean is going to get up and ask for another feeding pretty soon. I better get going. Hope you’re having an awesome Monday. Everyday bleeds into the next for me now. Heh. I forget what days are which!
(I’m looking into getting one of those Santa Fe dehumidifiers… anyone have any experience with them?)
July 16, 2008 at 9:20 pm · Filed under baby bean, daily, thoughts
So, if you haven’t heard, I’ve given birth. I’m no longer “tired pregnant lady.” Now, I’m just “tired lady.” Heh. All the details of the birth and stuff are located at Bean’s site, if you’re interested. In the meantime, let me pass on a bit of weird story telling I’ve collected from my time at the hospital during the last 4 days. In the maternity post-partum room I was staying in, I had to share the room with two other beds. One bed kept rotating in and out, with new mothers leaving before I did (due to them having natural births versus c-sections, like I did), while the other bed was occupied by the same new mother for as long as I was there. This new mother was incredibly… how do I say… inappropriate.
Dude. She must have been all but in her late teens, and her boyfriend who also happened to be the baby daddy to her new son, was also there with her. The baby was taken away primarily because he had a little heart murmur, but I think the real reason is (after eavesdropping on several of their conversations and hearing what the nurses had talked to them about across the hall from my bed, etc.) that the hospital was concerned about child neglect and abuse. The girl presented as borderline retarded, and the boy didn’t seem much more intelligent than that. The first day and a half, the baby didn’t get fed because the girl “tried” breast feeding a “couple of times” (according to her), and got discouraged because the milk wasn’t coming in (duh, it’s only the first day!). So then she just didn’t feed the poor kid, from what I gathered. She didn’t even ask for the nurse to come in and give the baby some formula (like any sane mother would do if she was concerned her breast milk wasn’t coming in to give sustenance to her baby). When the hospital found this out, I think they had to investigate and see if the couple had the capacity and ability to parent appropriately. The pediatrician on duty was called and she asked them a whole bunch of questions about her possible drug and alcohol consumption and/or abuse during pregnancy, and whether or not they were feeding the baby. The girl slurred her speech and was really low affect, so it was concerning. The baby was taken away and was put in an incubator for a couple of nights, hence prolonging their stay at the hospital, hence why I had them for as long as I did. Her labor was natural too, so she should’ve just had to stay one night.
Then one day, their whole extended family came to visit. Literally, like, it felt like an episode of “Trailer Trash Boys” exploded in my hospital room. There were about 10 visitors there, and they were all bragging about how they were all wasted last night. Even the grandmother inappropriately was going on and on in this weird southern hick accent about how she was completely wasted on Crown Royal the night before. The nurse later on came in to ask how everything was going, really casually, and the girl responded, “Oh, I’m a little drunk.” And the nurse had to do a double take and ask again, “Wait, wha..?” The girl said she was depressed because she was kept against her will at the hospital cuz they wouldn’t release her with her baby. The girl was also bragging to her friends earlier the previous day about smoking during contractions to relieve the pain. Dude. Geez. As much as the contractions were killing me, never once did it occur to me to smoke throughout it. What the hell.
Anyway, that was a little weird. It made my stay that much more annoying, knowing another newborn born the same day as our Lily Bean was being treated this way. It just makes me sad.
But on to happier notes, we are so in love with this beautiful baby girl of ours. We can’t stop staring at her. The faces and expressions she makes are just so classic. We’ve got a camera literally permanently shoved in her face, poor thing. Heh. We’re trying to get a normal schedule going, or as normal as we can make it now. I’m thinking of getting some more laptop memory for both of our laptops, but that may not come for a while. Right now, everything revolves around Lily. 
June 28, 2008 at 11:54 am · Filed under baby bean, daily, meme, thoughts
Welpers, it’s the weekend again, and I’ve done a very poor job at keeping this site updated, haven’t I? To re-cap what’s been going on during this week: absolutely nothing. Heh. I did a whole lot of being achy, cleaning, working (on reports), a doctor’s visit, feeling Bean tumbling and rumbling inside my uterus, talking and hanging out with Dave, playing with Tink, revelling in the baby’s room. Rewind, repeat. It feels good not to have to go to work everyday, and wake up and sleep whenever I want to. Other people are doing things for their summer vacation, like making a Las Vegas travel or going to Australia (my SIL!). Me? I’m here waiting for a baby to be born. I’m 38 weeks along today, which means Baby Bean can come any minute now. I have absolutely no feeling regarding whether or not I think she’s gonna come early or late. I had thought she was going to come late (after July 12), but symptoms suggest otherwise right now (increased pelvic pressure pain, her head has already dropped down to my pelvic area, a couple of false contractions, my back hurting like a b*tch, more tiredness, etc.). So I don’t know. I will plead the 5th on what my gut feeling is. Dave thinks she’s going to come July 23. Seems like such a long way from now. Other people think she’s going to come this weekend. Realistically, the only one who knows when she’s going to make her debut is her. And maybe the Universe. But other than that, it’s completely random. We’re just sitting around playing the waiting game now.
I’m already getting several people email me, or call me up, asking, “Is the baby there yet?!!” Well, no, ya silly dorks!! With me being so hypervigilant with keeping baby news updated everywhere, do you think I’d have kept it from the internet world if Baby Bean has arrived? Of course not! You’d better believe that there will be at least 300 photos posted all over the place within the first 24 hours (okay, maybe not, but you get the idea). Heh.
I’ve been a little more grumpy than usual too. I believe it’s because of the physical achiness that comes with being so far along in the pregnancy. I’m trying to hold it together, but the other day, while watching Joy Luck Club with Dave (it happened to be on tv, and it’s one of my favorite movies), I ended up sobbing throughout it. It was kinda silly. It’s a sad movie to begin with, but dude, I was SOBBING. Dave came by and laughed at me and held me and said I was so cute and beautiful, and kissed my tears. And I sobbed even harder. And then the other night my back was hurting so badly, nothing I could do could’ve relieved it. No laying down position made it better, no side position made it better, no standing or sitting position made it better. I was so frustrated, I started crying. Talk about hormonal.
So, I now leave you with another little survey. I’m the self-declared survey queen.
THE SIGNIFICANT OTHER SURVEY
Just Basic Stuff:
Are you single?
No.
For how long?
I haven’t been single for approximately 10 years now.
Who should make the first move?
Whoever feels comfortable.
Who should pay on the first date?
I don’t mind going halfsies, but Dave paid for our first date.
Have you ever been in a serious relationship?
Oh yes. I’m in one now. Heh.
Ever been in love?
Very much so right now.
Ever have your heart broken?
Yes. A couple of times.
Ever break someone else’s heart?
Yes, a couple of times.
Ever been cheated on?
Yes. It ain’t fun. That pretty much ended my last relationship.
Straight/Gay/Bi?
I’m straight.
Best place to go for a date?
The beach? Or stay home and watching a movie together.
How many dates until it becomes a relationship?
Errm… until it’s discussed, I suppose. Maybe like, 5 or 6? I don’t know.
How many dates until the first kiss?
I kissed Dave on the first date, but we’ve known each other for 2 years prior to that.
How many dates until you go further?
Erm. It depends on the person, the chemistry, etc. I don’t have a set rule.
How long was your longest relationship?
This current one: going on over 8 years now. The one before this, approximately a year.
Does your family like your current/last bf or gf?
Yes, they adore Dave. I think they like him better than me. 
What about your friends?
Yes, they all seem to like Dave, as far as I know.
Does it matter what people think of the person you’re seeing usually?
Yes, I think friends’ and family’s opinions matter. They know me best, outside of this relationship. I trust my friends.
Do you get jealous?
Nope. Not usually. I fake jealousy sometimes though. “Is that Susan calling again?!!!” (sorry, private joke heh)
Do you fight because of jealousy?
Nope. We never fought over jealousy. Weird, huh?
Do you stilll see your friends as much as when you are/were single?
Yeah, I should say so. I’ve always been a hermit though, but I try to make time for my friends.
How does the person you’re with feel about your family?
Dave likes my family. He sometimes doesn’t understand the culture, but he tries his best.
How about friends?
He likes all my friends. I make awesome friends.
Does it matter what they think about your friends or family?
Yes. I like everyone to get along. It stresses me out when people I love don’t get along.
Do you like when they surprise you with gifts?
Yes, I love surprises!!
Would you marry them?
I did marry him! Hee.
Would you have kids with them?
We’re having a kid together! Go Baby Bean go!
Would it bother you if they…
had a lot of tattoos? nope
piercings? nope, he has one!
dyed hair? nope
if they smoked? yes; thank goodness he quit
if they did drugs? depending on which kind
owned a motorcycle? I’d be worried about safety
joined the military? yes; I don’t like the military and what it stands for
drank alcohol? nope
had more friends of the opposite sex? nope
committed a crime? depending on what type
(like, if he stole from the rich and gave to the poor, I’d be like “GO HUSBAND GO!!” )
were rude to your friends? yes; thank goodness Dave’s the picture of politeness
had children already? nope
were ugly? huh? I don’t consider anyone I love ugly
were a different religion? as long as he’s okay with me not being that religion
had different political views? yes; I think political views are very important in a relationship
lived in another state? we used to; long term wise, it wouldn’t work out
lived in another country? we used to! hehe
had no job? would bug me, yes
were bad with money? depending on how bad: I’m not overly great with money either
were jealous of your friends? yes: what’s there to be jealous of?!
This or That…?
Light hair or dark hair? either: Dave has dirty brown hair
Taller or shorter? must be taller
Thin or Heavy? medium
Smoker or non? non-smoker please
Night in or night out? night in!
Brown, Blue, or Green eyes? any! Dave has hazel eyes
Punk or thug? either: dude, enough with the labels: just be yourself
Prep or Skater? whatever
Surfer or Thug? ugh
Funny or serious? both
Smart or Funny? both
Athletic or Smart? smart
Artistic or Athletic? artistic
Shy or Outgoing? shy
Crazy or normal? a little of both, please
June 15, 2008 at 11:22 am · Filed under daily, thoughts
Well, another week has come and gone. Last week was my last week of “client contact” (though I think I should probably see one particular client one last time, since I technically didn’t say goodbye to her yet). So now, it’s just doing paperwork and closing cases out. And then I’m all done with work. Fortunately, I can do all of this latter part at home. My boss told me yesterday during our baby shower that I could just email her all the files so I don’t have to come into the office again. I think I shall have to still come in at least one last time to turn in all my physical files and to have lunch with my Jenbug again before going on maternity leave for good. I am relieved, actually, to not have to deal with a lot of these social services issues at work. I am relieved to not have to deal with medicare insurance for my clients, or getting them extra services that they deserve, or figuring out how to help them pay their monthly bills, or getting them into counseling or medical care, or helping them with childcare and daycare costs, or any of those things. Sometimes, I feel more like a social worker than a therapist because a lot of the things most of my clients are struggling with have to do with daily basic living. While I am so very happy to be able to advocate for these people who deserve the very basics in life, especially in the “wealthiest country in the world,” I am anxious for my break. Just to take a break from taking care of everyone else so I can take care of myself and my own. It sounds like bliss.
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