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Dec. 20th, 2008 06:52 pm
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So, earlier today, [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych and I went to Bo-De Foods to stock up on a few things. If you've never been, you should go at least once, as it's quite the experience. :)

Bo-De is the land of cheap crap. Most of this cheap crap comes from Dare seconds of the "Thrift" label. Which means that instead of paying $3.29 for a package of Breton crackers, you're only paying 50¢ for what amounts to packaging that might be less than perfect or a few extra broken crackers.

And for less than $16 (including all relevant taxes), we walked out with 6 packages of Simple Pleasures cookies, 2 of Breton crackers, a pack of fig newtons, pfeffernuesse, 10 squares of roman nougat, 6 bags of assorted candy and 12 packs of toaster pastries (with 2 in each).

Walking out, it felt a little like this commercial. But if you ever need cookies or crackers for a crowd (they even have boxes of 12-24 packs for $6!), that's definitely the place to go. :D
The Hallowe'en party was a success last night. It was a good mix of people and some of the costumes were great. We MST3K'd "Devil Bat" starring Bela Lugosi (who is, indeed, still dead), then had a brief intermission and then watched "Rocky Horror Picture Show" sans props, but not verbal cues.

[livejournal.com profile] boozymatic and [livejournal.com profile] eniastoa brought along [livejournal.com profile] robertom. Well, it wasn't really [livejournal.com profile] robertom, but a picture of Bob Dole, his costume! I pinned it to the roman blind so he could have a good seat and a really good view of the party. It was an amusing gag, but [livejournal.com profile] robertom would have been better.

The Gypsy brought a kitty litter cake. It was nauseating to look at (so much so, that some of us just couldn't eat it). I am assured, though, that it tasted okay.

I went through an entire role of film (yes, I'm still analog...I can't afford to upgrade), and have at least one picture of all the guests. If any on my flist don't want to be pictorally represented in a couple of days (I still have to get the film developed), speak now and I'll respect that.

I did have some odd dreams last night. )

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Oct. 11th, 2005 05:38 pm
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I don't think I'll need [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych's services in the bedroom any longer.

My new sewing machine makes button holes in one step!

I'm in love!


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Sep. 11th, 2005 03:46 pm
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I'm so sleepy right now. There's still housework left to do yet today and neither of us wants to do anything ([livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych is napping on the couch while I type this) about it.

The weekend, though, has been good. Very social, though, and it looks like this is a trend that will probably carry on through to Christmas. Not that I mind seeing my friends, but after a while, I like spending entire days with my significant other without having to go anywhere.

Friday night was [livejournal.com profile] lovecraftienne's Muffing Day party. Much fun, conversation and lechery were had by all who attended. I drank some Black Bush scotch neat...[livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych's jaw hit the floor on that one. :) It was good alkeyhall and I likes it, but it might have been a bit smoother with some ice.

Yesterday was not one, but two separate gatherings in Woodstock of all places. My brother-in-law invited us and a gaggle of cousins over for burgers and such. I should have brought something, but I didn't think of it until too late. Oops. It was okay, but I don't really know the cousins because I've only met them all of three times. Some of them are only 5 years younger than me, but we have nothing in common, especially since I'm not much of a drinker and I don't like beer as a rule. For part of it, I felt very alone and out of my element. Add to that some body issues (two of them have had kids and you'd never know...all of the women there were unbelievably skinny) and I was very tempted to haul off somewhere else and read. I wasn't excluded, by any stretch, but I felt like a fat lump with nothing to offer.

We left just before 8 and went across town for tea and mildly inappropriate conversation with Jocasta, a friend [livejournal.com profile] robigus and I met in senior greek. I needed the contrast, I think. And it was nice to have someone who got my references without having to explain them. I must go back again soon, next time with [livejournal.com profile] robigus, so we can cackle like a trio of witches over something only considered moderately amusing by someone else.

Today has been very relaxing. Breakfast at Ethel's, followed by a long and winding route home. It's a gorgeous day and it was a good walk back. We stopped at a brand new dollar store (Dollar Fusion, corner of King N and Young) along the way. It's pretty darned good. We picked up a few things we needed as we poked around. I noticed that they had canvas bracelets in a punk style (metal studs and snaps). They didn't fit, sadly, but if you're looking for that sort of thing and don't want (p)leather, you can go there. We even walked past a house and had quick look around the property. It only made us want it more. Now if only we had money.

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Sep. 9th, 2005 01:16 pm
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I'm just waiting for my mom to stop by and then I'm getting out of the house for while so I can go to the bank (ooo, exciting...:P). I have money (okay, it's an insurance cheque and some cash, but hey, it's money) to deposit. That's good. It means I can afford my Hallowe'en costume (ie. it comes out of my pocket instead of [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych's). And to put off going back to the Hell that Goes Up for another week.

It's not much, but it's something. I'll take it.

The cash, incidentally, is coming from a couple that my mom sews scope covers for. They own a local crossbow company and I think I've met them all of about half a dozen times. Still, it means another week without having to go back. I feel a lot better today.
Whilst garging (that's garage sale-ing, folks), I found a chandelier with glass crystals on it for a measly $3. [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych couldn't believe that I had purchased such a thing, mostly on account that we really really have no use for it. I told him I wanted it for the crystals. He grumbled about it, but that's about it.

I finally got around to stripping the glass from it this morning. Now I had previously thought that it only had crystals around the top and that the bits I could see at the bottom of the box were extras. Now, even for $3, 30 medium octagons, 5 small and 5 teardrops is a bargain, but I searched through the box anyway, just to make sure that I had everything.

Turns out, there was more than just what was on the top.

On the bottom tier, there were another 50 (!) medium octagons, 30 small ones and 30 teardrops. There was a point, too, when everytime I looked, I was finding more. So that makes 150 crystals for only $3...or, if you prefer, 2¢ for each one. Bargain.

Needless to say the chandelier is well and truly pillaged and ready to go to Generations for someone else to enjoy as it still works. Minus the crystals, of course. :)

EDIT: They took the chandelier at Generations. This pleases me. And when I went in to have a quick look around, I noticed a similar chandelier mysteriously missing all of its crystal, too. Gee, I wonder how that happened. :)

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Aug. 21st, 2005 12:20 pm
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In an attempt to use the computer, I sat in the chair and started to swing around to face the desk. Imagine my surprise when it felt like I had just stepped on a splinter or a piece of glass. So I brought my foot up to see what it was that's jabbing (and causing quite a bit of pain) into the fleshy part of the toe that's next to the little one.

I had just stepped on a wasp.

Needless to say, I was horrified and I shook my foot violently to dislodge the offensive insect. I was freaked out, not having been stung in over twenty years. Then, responding to my cries of "I've been stung!", [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych had to come to my aid and kill the stupid thing. My hero.

So now I have ice in a tea towel wrapped around that toe to keep the swelling down. But until it stops stinging, I'm not going to be doing much walking.

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Aug. 17th, 2005 05:44 pm
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I finished touching up the walls. It wasn't really necessary, but the holes were pretty ghastly and it gave me something to do, so it's done. I also finally got around to fixing one of the drawers in the kitchen. I had previous tried to affix the front to the side with duct tape, but it wasn't a great solution. However, a couple of screws later and the drawer front no longer threatens to come off everytime you pull on the handle.

I also have another job interview tomorrow (last Saturday, I went in for an interview doing part-time retail). Part of me doesn't even want to go. But I have to. I must. As much as it might be useful in the long run, I can't be overcome with apathy right now and do nothing because the feeling of "nothing matters" is starting to creep over me. I have to go back to work. I can't live on air and I can't expect [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych to support me. It's not fair of me to assume that he will.

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Aug. 16th, 2005 02:58 pm
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I feel so incredibly lazy. I should be looking for work...oh, wait a minute, I already did that this morning. It hasn't hit the stressful point yet where not having a paycheque means not paying bills, but it feels very decadent to have all this free time for me.

Now don't get me wrong, I've gotten stuff done like finished off the thank you notes from the funeral donations and prepped/primed the walls in the living room for some touch up painting. It just seems, though, like I'm not doing enough with my time, that I should be out there pounding the pavement looking for something that I know I'll despise because it puts money in the bank.

I guess what it boils down to is a little bit of a guilty feeling because it seems I'm being slothful while [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych is slogging away at the Hell that Goes Up. I could go back, if I wanted, but I just can't.

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Aug. 12th, 2005 02:14 pm
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Happy Birthday to [livejournal.com profile] lovecraftienne. May you have many more years of being only 39 ahead. :)

And a very very Happy Anniversary to [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych! Ten years together (six married) but far from over. I love you.

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Aug. 5th, 2005 11:08 am
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I'm not sure what to feel anymore. I'm anxious to get back to doing something besides hanging around the house. I guess all that time in Toronto hanging around Sick Kids/my sister's really killed the vacation-like or unemployed feel of having no where to go and nothing to do. So, it's time to find work again. Not necessarily a bad thing...since it does mean that I'm focused on something else and not staring at the curtained area where the crib is and moping all day.

It's strange. Both [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych and I feel a little bit guilty that we're not crying/mourning enough. But after six weeks of watching Shannon lay there like a warm meat-sack and being told numerous times that she wasn't going to make it, grieving (for me, at least) is old news. I cried so often by her bed crushed by the mere thought of losing her, afraid that it would end in Toronto. And it did. Now I have to move on.

It's not very eloquent or even very nice, but it's accurate. We have to move as soon as we can and both of us have to go back to some form of employment. And for me (at this moment, anyway), the sooner, the better.

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Aug. 4th, 2005 09:25 am
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I was woken up last night after only being asleep for about half an hour by [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych swapping his pocket stuff from his pants to his shorts. He said he was going out with [livejournal.com profile] meowster (suffering from insomnia) for a little while.

I know that it was good for both [livejournal.com profile] meowster and [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych (and after nearly two months of living in each other's pockets, both of us need some private downtime), but I felt like I'm not worth being around.

It's very true that I would have been sleeping while my husband was restless and wakeful and probably pacing the apartment (if not using the computer), but I would have slept a little better if he was home.

Done is done. I can't change that. The feeling, though, won't go away.

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Aug. 1st, 2005 06:36 pm
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Funerals are just...weird. It's not only a sombre occasion but also a social event. And it feels like I'm trapped in a Dali painting (or Jackson Pollock...can't tell which just yet), all sharp edges and strange blurs. [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych went to his parents' trailer outside of New Dundee, but right now I'm all socialed out. I need some time to myself to sit and ooze while I decompress. So I think I'll give the Kaiser Chiefs another spin and maybe give the bathroom a scrub. At least the process of making a dirty thing clean still makes sense.

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Jul. 23rd, 2005 12:35 am
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We went out to dinner with my sister, her boyfriend and her bf's brother. It was tasty, but my knee hurts.

[livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych and I decided to walk back from the hospital because it was a lovely summer day. When we got the the apartment, the other three were going out to dinner and invited us to tag along. So we took the dog and walked about 45 mins to the restaurant. Half-way there, I took a spill. I hit a patch of uneven sidewalk, went over on my ankle and skidded heavily on my other knee. To add insult to injury, my purse swung around and smacked me in the back of my head (didn't hurt, but, egad, was it embarrassing!). We kept walking and my ankle was fine, but my knee is still giving me some trouble.

I'm going to find some ice and make with the cold. Hopefully that helps.
We're back in Toronto now. It was good being home, even if only for a day. My poor kitties...they must think we hate them or something...show up after weeks of being gone only to leave again for an indeterminate amount of time. And I know they miss us. Drizzle slept beside [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych the entire night! And Franklin was my bud from about 5 am on. They'll be okay, though (provided, of course, that Franklin stops sleeping in the crib...he probably misses the baby and all, but if he intends to keep that up after we get back, he'll be sadly mistaken).

Taking the train this morning was a good idea. Some of the trip is along wooded ravines and over rivers...it makes it feel very secret and very safe and is a hell of a lot less stressful than being on a bus.

They didn't really find out anything useful from the brochioscopy, but another chest x-ray still showed the lungs whited out (not good). The current thought is some compressed air and a greater inflation of her lungs while she's on the ECMO will help, but we still don't know if it's an infection or an inflamation. If the compressed air is the ticket, then they'll start weaning her off the ECMO. If not...well, I don't know what will happen then.

When we got there, Shannon's heart wasn't being paced (yay!), but they want her to keep her heart rate above 100 bpm and when she started to straddle that line, they paced her again. But for 2.5 hrs, she was on her own. And she doesn't have any bleeding going on in her brain. With the amount of heparin they have her on, she gets to have her head ultrasounded every two days to look for any aberrant bleeding. Today, they found none. Which is good. Brain bleeds are a scary thing.

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Jun. 28th, 2005 06:37 pm
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Surgery happened. It was another eight hours waiting in a lounge that I have grown to hate.

On the good news front, Dr Calderone was able to unkink and reposition her pulmonary arteries to increase blood flow and oxygenation and decrease the pressures in her head. Shannon may have to go in in a few months time to have another stent put into her left pulmonary artery (the aorta is compressing it with each heartbeat), but that will happen in the Cath Lab which is not as intrusive or as traumatic as open heart surgery. Shannon's chest is still open, and, if all goes to plan, that should be closed at bedside in a couple of days.

On the bad news front, we have no idea when she'll be out of the hospital and we'll be out of Toronto.

Yesterday, because we both needed some retail therapy, [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych bought booze and music and I picked up a couple of t-shirts and two pairs of skorts (full skirts with cotton undershorts sewn right in...ingenious!), since I only have long pants and it's really really fucking hot again. One of them is a size 22! Which makes me feel good, since I'm usually a 24 in bottoms at Addition-Elle. It's a cheap ego boost, but right now I need as much as I can get.

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Jun. 15th, 2005 02:11 pm
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The surgery has been rescheduled for Tuesday of next week (the 21st - also the Solstice and the longest day of the year). I'm still pretty fucking tired from yesterday. But the heat has broken and that's at least something.

Last night when on a quick shopping trip with my sister for little things like diapers and formula. It was nice to get out and hang out with Sheila for a bit...but it was eerie, too. When we were in a Dollarama, just poking around, as we were storming down one aisle, she turned to me and said, "I feel like Aunt Pat and Mom looking for a bargain." There are just some parallels, as accurate as they may be, that you just don't want to have drawn. Especially the ones about becoming your mother...:P

I sent [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych out for a bit so we could both have some alone time. He wanted to go to Sonic Boom and rifle through the used bins and I needed some time to myself (and the baby's asleep right now, so it's perfect!). I even gave him some money (an early Father's Day present from Shannon) to do this with. Sometime after he gets back we're going to go for a walk to the Music Garden for our family outing.

We're still undecided about what to do about staying in Toronto. We could go home and come back on Monday or we could stay (my sister and her boyfriend have already stated that we can stay as long as we need to). We just don't know. We could treat this as a mini-vacation before her next surgery or we could go home and try to relax there as best we can before coming back here. Both have their pros and cons and this is something that we'll have to discuss later today.

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Jun. 12th, 2005 08:53 am
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Time to get going on my day. The baby's starting to make little hungry noises but she's still asleep, so I don't really know how much time I have.

I've just put the kettle on, so now I *know* how much time I have.

Yesterday, I did a pretty thorough clean of the bathroom and (with [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych's help) a pretty decent job of the floors, including a general straightenting up of the livingroom. That leaves the laundry (it's going to be a big job...big enough to split over two days) and a few odds and sods before we have to pack and go to Toronto.

I really really don't want to go. Everytime we go out somewhere, strangers comment on how healthy Shannon looks. Most of the time we just nod and smile. We *know* she's not healthy, and that her colouring is due to a still shiny-out-of-the-box new hybrid procedure and some heavy duty heart medications. But this was only a temporary step...now the real fun begins.

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Jun. 10th, 2005 03:32 pm
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I can't believe how disappointed I am right now.

It's hot in our apartment, so hot, in fact, that we decided to spend money we just couldn't afford on lunch in an air conditioned place. After that we ran a few errands before coming home, where the heat is at near stifling levels.

I had to pick up some photos that were ready at Bents. So [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych parked the car but left the engine idling (to keep the air conditioning going...with the baby in the car, it was necessary) and I walked across the street to pick them up. I had to go by the high end (?) women's clothing shop called Seasons. And it was in the window that I saw a tank top (I guess, it didn't have anything that I would call sleeves) that is more appropriate for T-Shirt Hell than a fashionable (?) clothing store in uptown Waterloo. Are you ready? The shirt was green and in pink lettering across the chest it said "Melon Cooler". How's that for classy?

After that it was a quick trip to Now and Then. Which is where my disappointment begins. (Quick backstory: Because of the whole initial Shannon thing, I was unable to get back to Now and Then in a timely fashion and my box was dissolved. I had it reinstated and did my best to get to the store at regular-ish intervals.) I go in, say hello to Gerrald and go to my sub box. Which is completely empty. It wasn't when I was there last, but it is now.

What the...?

So I talk to Gerrald for a bit and find out that my sub box has been dissolved AGAIN without warning or a phone call or anything. Just gone. Years of loyalty thrown out the window for the sake of commerce.

Okay. To be fair to the new owner, it has been about 6 weeks since I was there last, but to dissolve my sub box without a phone call asking me to come in when I know that my number is on file feels like a kick to the head with steel-toed boots.

So right now I'm of two minds: on the one hand, I want to call Dave and get this all sorted out so I can have my sub box again, but on the other, I wonder if it's even worth it and just quit collecting comics altogether (or, at the very least, quit going to Now and Then altogether).

I feel betrayed and I'm disappointed that my loyalty isn't worth a lousy phone call.

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Jun. 8th, 2005 07:13 pm
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Criminy it's hot in this apartment. Right now there's no breeze and my arms are sticking to the desk (ewwww....). I'm hoping it breaks soon (like tomorrow), but this should be over by Sunday. The irony? We'll be in Toronto next week, when there's no heat wave and my sister has A/C. :P

I slept for ten and a half hours last night. I needed it.

We found out today that neither [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych or I have 22q11. That's some small relief, I guess. But the question of any more children is no longer so cut and dried. I don't think I can go through this again. I'm not saying that I'll have another baby with health problems, but it will be hard for me to have one that's perfectly healthy. Time changes things. But will it change this? *shrug* Don't know. That's something we'll definitely have to sit down and discuss when we're not so preoccupied with upcoming surgery.

I hear thunder. A storm would be nice. If nothing else, it would be a change. I just hope it doesn't make it *more* humid.

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