I'm so content. I really have all I ever wanted. Life is good. Great job, home, child, friends. What more could a girl ask for?
Well, maybe....a partner? Someone to share in all the adventures, great and small. I'm almost afraid to start. I like the ways things are. And I'm the boss. There's no compromising. I kinda really like that part. But life could be enhanced with the right person to share it with.
So after hemming and hawing I've taken the plunge and joined Ma!tch.com.
During the first two-week free period, I was encouraged to see all the great looking guys who appear to be well adjusted normal people (not unlike myself) looking for the same stuff I am. I felt a sense of optimism and so I plunked down some cash to join and start some real sampling of the single and seemingly emotionally available guys around here.
I wrote a few that seemed nice, great smile and had a decent writing ability. So far, one wrote back, but he seemed a little stand-offish. Not really asking to talk or communicate in the near future. Oh well. It's a target rich environment. I'm bound to find someone worthy of more than one date.
I also do feel a risk is being taken. Not in the area of potential broken heart stuff, but the potential of putting a monkey wrench into my happy contented life equation. If only I could find someone who exists, so far, in my dreams.
Well, at least I'm willing to take a risk and try. I have an open mind at this point. Something I didn't really have all the other times I've tried dating services or the set up dates with friends of friends.
We'll see how it goes...
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Mother's Day
So, for mother's day I was given a lovely hand made card--inside T wrote "I love you Mommy. I love when you help me with the dishes." (What? I remember once when you and I did dishes together--you had a blast, but never did pitch in again.) I also received a handsomly decorated little ceramic pot with a beautiful white impatien planted inside. But the BEST present was when I was in the backyard watering the many dry spots and T was bouncing a basketball and announced, out of the blue and unsolicited, "Mommy, I love you. *small pause* "Every time I look at you, I love you."
Awwwww. Well that is the BEST Mother's Day present I've ever had. I hope I get that one every year! Thank you, my beautiful boy.
Awwwww. Well that is the BEST Mother's Day present I've ever had. I hope I get that one every year! Thank you, my beautiful boy.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
thyroid function
Thyroid function still still off. My latest TSH was 3.9. I did't really do any further follow up on it because I feel pretty normal but I still have the extra 5 pounds on me. I lose 2 pounds here and there but it finds me later.
But then my surgeon called and left me a message about how my TSH is a little on the high side of normal and she doesn't want the half of my thyroid left to start swelling under the extra stimulation my brain is trying to give it. Yeah, well, neither do I. I didn't think that would be a concern with a TSH in the "normal" range. Something else to think about....
Maybe I will try taking thyroid hormone and see if it makes a difference in the stubborn 5 pounds and also my energy level. I could always use a boost in that department!
But then my surgeon called and left me a message about how my TSH is a little on the high side of normal and she doesn't want the half of my thyroid left to start swelling under the extra stimulation my brain is trying to give it. Yeah, well, neither do I. I didn't think that would be a concern with a TSH in the "normal" range. Something else to think about....
Maybe I will try taking thyroid hormone and see if it makes a difference in the stubborn 5 pounds and also my energy level. I could always use a boost in that department!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Dear Abby
Dear Abby,
I am a single mother of a very active 5-year-old boy. I love my neighborhood and have lived here happily without incident for 14 years—until this past week. Across the street live a couple who adore their 1 year old son. Recently, Mr. S has been gracious enough to kick around a soccer ball in the front yard or include my son with running through the sprink lers when they were outside with their own boy. So my son has gone over there, on occasion, with his ball to find someone to play with. Last Saturday, Mr. S and family were on their way out and explained to my son they had no time to play. Watching them drive away I told my son to come back home. Later that night, a very disturbed Mr. S knocked on my door and asked to speak with me about the condition to which their stroller (stored on their stoop) was found. In the cup holder were small sticks, pebbles and bits of poop. He felt my son was retaliating for not playing with him. I told them my son had never shown anger like that before, but that it could be something a 5-year-old boy might do. I assured him that I would get to the bottom of this and bring him for an apology. The next morning, Mrs. S phoned and asked me, having since gotten a confession, for my son to clean it up. “Absolutely. It will underscore that it was wrong and not to do such a thing again.” We went over and my son gave a half-heart ed apology, citing he didn’t know why he did it. Then I cleaned the stroller tray with disinfectant wipes. I said to Mrs. S that I can’t predict what he might do and that I’m very sorry to have upset them, so I will keep my son on our side of the street to minimize future problems.
But 2 days ago, my son walked over and peeked into their living room window. Once he saw the neighbors he ran back across the street. Mr. S immediately came bounding over and said angrily to my son, “Very funny. Now he’s taken to peeking in our window!” and promptly turned and walked away. I apologized again, but he was clearly SO angry that he might not have heard me. He then stood there on his sidewalk and stared at my home for 20-30 minutes. When his wife came out to speak to him, he yelled and stamped his feet and threw a few things, including the stroller, into the middle of his front yard.
I feel I have done all that I could do to make amends and contin ually teach my son what is good and bad behavior with appropriate consequences, but the antics of this grown man has me pretty upset. In my view, this man seems to have forgotten that this is a 5-year-old boy still learning social rules, NOT a grown person with ulterior, evil motives.
What more can I do?
Sincerely,
Worried
I am a single mother of a very active 5-year-old boy. I love my neighborhood and have lived here happily without incident for 14 years—until this past week. Across the street live a couple who adore their 1 year old son. Recently, Mr. S has been gracious enough to kick around a soccer ball in the front yard or include my son with running through the sprink lers when they were outside with their own boy. So my son has gone over there, on occasion, with his ball to find someone to play with. Last Saturday, Mr. S and family were on their way out and explained to my son they had no time to play. Watching them drive away I told my son to come back home. Later that night, a very disturbed Mr. S knocked on my door and asked to speak with me about the condition to which their stroller (stored on their stoop) was found. In the cup holder were small sticks, pebbles and bits of poop. He felt my son was retaliating for not playing with him. I told them my son had never shown anger like that before, but that it could be something a 5-year-old boy might do. I assured him that I would get to the bottom of this and bring him for an apology. The next morning, Mrs. S phoned and asked me, having since gotten a confession, for my son to clean it up. “Absolutely. It will underscore that it was wrong and not to do such a thing again.” We went over and my son gave a half-heart ed apology, citing he didn’t know why he did it. Then I cleaned the stroller tray with disinfectant wipes. I said to Mrs. S that I can’t predict what he might do and that I’m very sorry to have upset them, so I will keep my son on our side of the street to minimize future problems.
But 2 days ago, my son walked over and peeked into their living room window. Once he saw the neighbors he ran back across the street. Mr. S immediately came bounding over and said angrily to my son, “Very funny. Now he’s taken to peeking in our window!” and promptly turned and walked away. I apologized again, but he was clearly SO angry that he might not have heard me. He then stood there on his sidewalk and stared at my home for 20-30 minutes. When his wife came out to speak to him, he yelled and stamped his feet and threw a few things, including the stroller, into the middle of his front yard.
I feel I have done all that I could do to make amends and contin ually teach my son what is good and bad behavior with appropriate consequences, but the antics of this grown man has me pretty upset. In my view, this man seems to have forgotten that this is a 5-year-old boy still learning social rules, NOT a grown person with ulterior, evil motives.
What more can I do?
Sincerely,
Worried
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Time for a new computer...etcetera
It's been a while since my last post (sounds like the beginning of confession, lol. And I'm not Catholic. lol).
First my printer gave up.
Then my computer wouldn't turn on, or rather stay on for more than a few seconds. Occasionally I can get it to work, but these "episodes" have become more frequent. I called my computer guru (everyone should have one!) and he said it sounds like the power source inside my computer. It's an old computer--seven or eight years now, so it's probably time to get another one anyway.
Now I have to do a bunch of research on which computer is best for me. I've started to consider a Mac vs another PC. Mainly because I've heard it's really easy to upload and edit videos on a Mac. But my guru clearly recommends another PC. We'll see. And since I need a printer too, I want to get an "all in one" printer, fax, scanner. Space is a consideration since I don't have much space on my desk, the way it's configured. Hopefully it will all look pretty once it's set up. :)
Easter breakfast at my parent's
My sisters S and D and myself at Easter dinner
For Easter Sunday, my youngest sister, D, stuck her neck out and invited everyone to come for an early prime rib dinner. Seeing how everyone is not speaking to my dad, it was a risk to get everyone together. The day was a powder keg waiting to be ignited...and it almost was. Dad almost didn't come due to continued fighting with my siblings and mom. My sister, S, canceled last minute but was pressured to come by D (she let her know that it wasn't cool to cancel last minute and she was upset about her doing this repeatedly). But everyone (aside from my brother who refused to come) kept their cool and no fights broke out. I played a LOT of basketball "horse" and "pig" with T to while the time and keep the mood elevated. Plus, it gave a focal point for something to look at for those not wanting to talk all day. At least that was my thinking....
T is still going to Tae Kwon Do 3 times a week. He loves it. But he's got a lot to learn. He has very little coordination and he tends to wander off with his concentration. But heck. He's only 5--that's bound to get better. He can now almost do a real push-up and is getting pretty good at the punching sequences. Tball is still in full swing and we have games every Saturday morning until mid June. The coaches are so excellent--there are 3 fathers that have lots of great skills to pass on and are so patient with the kids. They are all getting so much better, week by week.
First my printer gave up.
Then my computer wouldn't turn on, or rather stay on for more than a few seconds. Occasionally I can get it to work, but these "episodes" have become more frequent. I called my computer guru (everyone should have one!) and he said it sounds like the power source inside my computer. It's an old computer--seven or eight years now, so it's probably time to get another one anyway.
Now I have to do a bunch of research on which computer is best for me. I've started to consider a Mac vs another PC. Mainly because I've heard it's really easy to upload and edit videos on a Mac. But my guru clearly recommends another PC. We'll see. And since I need a printer too, I want to get an "all in one" printer, fax, scanner. Space is a consideration since I don't have much space on my desk, the way it's configured. Hopefully it will all look pretty once it's set up. :)
Easter breakfast at my parent's
T with his Easter egg hunt goodies
As for updates~
Easter: We pretended Easter breakfast was on Saturday so T and I could attend my mom's special Easter breakfast and have an egg hunt in the backyard. T was the only seeker that day, but he had fun. And mom got to provide yet another Easter basket breakfast with lots of goodies and a little surprise for T: A mancala game. Then T and I went to a birthday party for 3 girls turning 6 years old. It was a "grand ball" theme and the kids were encouraged to dress up as princes and princesses. There were a LOT of beautiful princesses!! And the boys got into it to. T had a burgundy towel pinned around his neck, a regal looking necklace and, of course, a crown. Didn't last long but it was good for an entrance. There was an amazing guy doing balloon animals, an egg hunt (lots more candy and money too!) and a great big jump house. I was standing outside of it, watching the kids run around and making sure no one got hurt. I looked to my right momentarily and all of sudden...POW! I got clocked in the eye brow by the flying cranium of four year old boy through the side wall of the jumpy. I fell to the ground, while the four-year old kept on running! T ran to me to see if I was OK. I was tearing up and trying to get my composure back before anyone noticed. As soon as T saw my face, he announce to all in the jumpy, "SHE'S CRYING!". Sheeeesh. Shhhhhh. Don't tell everyone. I'm fine. Well, then he spied cake and off he went to get a piece before it was gone. I made my way through the backyard crowd of parents and kids to the bathroom to check out my wound. But was occupied. Well, I thought, "no one looked at me weirdly, so I'm sure it's fine." But after a few more minutes, the comments were coming, "My God, what did you do you your EYE?" OK, now I had to look. Yep. An egg. I had myself a very colorful egg on top of my left eye brow. Fitting for Easter weekend, huh? After icing it with frozen corn, I felt much better, but the damage was done. And for the next week, I had the most beautiful shades of purple over and under my eye.
Watching jumpers moments before the big "ka-pow"
My sisters S and D and myself at Easter dinner
For Easter Sunday, my youngest sister, D, stuck her neck out and invited everyone to come for an early prime rib dinner. Seeing how everyone is not speaking to my dad, it was a risk to get everyone together. The day was a powder keg waiting to be ignited...and it almost was. Dad almost didn't come due to continued fighting with my siblings and mom. My sister, S, canceled last minute but was pressured to come by D (she let her know that it wasn't cool to cancel last minute and she was upset about her doing this repeatedly). But everyone (aside from my brother who refused to come) kept their cool and no fights broke out. I played a LOT of basketball "horse" and "pig" with T to while the time and keep the mood elevated. Plus, it gave a focal point for something to look at for those not wanting to talk all day. At least that was my thinking.... Last Saturday, I went to Picnic Day at UC Davis. I've gone to this event since I was 2 years old. I love the whole atmosphere of the university, the excellent parade and all the events throughout the day. And after we're tired of milling around the campus, we all go to the next town and have a BBQ at my friend's home. They live on a 20 acre farm and it's a great place for kids to play and explore. There's all kinds of animals, a pond and space to run and play. T was pretty terrified of the dogs (they have 3, including a 3 legged dog) but he learned that if you don't run, they won't chase you. I love going there and Picnic Day assures I visit at least once a year, but I hope to get back that way by the end of summer. It's a kids paradise and I really do need to nurture old and dear friendships better.
Watching the UC Davis Picnic Day Parade
The house on the farm, a rammed earth home, designed and built by M and family
Life long friends--myself and M, and also "Mom" on the farm
Fun in the shower after muddying up in the pond
Mom went with me and we all had a great time, but Dad was pretty upset that Mom left the house for a couple of days without much explanation as to why. Dad was continuously angry at Mom for various things and she needed a break. So she ran to my house for a couple of days to get away. By the time we were driving back from Davis (and didn't tell Dad we were going--a whole 'nother fight would have broken out) he had called multiple times wondering what was going on, and where were we...) Talk about stress. Now we were going to have to lie about where we were and get our story straight. Lying...just begets more lying. I hate it. But I hate fighting more.
I phoned him as soon as we got home to let him know we were home safe (but fibbed about exactly where we had been). But it was clear that the time had come to have a serious conversation between Mom and Dad. For years they have tried to get me to be their mediator and I've refused. But now I feel I had no choice. They are not getting the counseling they need. Mom refused to go. And it's getting so uncomfortable for me and my siblings... I figured I couldn't make it any worse.
I hired a babysitter for T and I went over to my parents home. I sat down and laid the ground rules: no personal attacks or name calling. One person speaks, the other listens. The other person speaks, the first person listens. Then, time for rebuttal. It went pretty well. There were tears (mom's) and apologies (dad's). They talked for 3 hours before I had to end it (my babysitter was told I'd be only 2 hours!). Clearly, my parents want to say married (each said so) and just as clearly there has been very poor to no effective communication between the two of them. There might be a glimmer of hope that things can get better. But it's just a glimmer. A lot depends on how much compromise will be coming from both sides. I think I'll buy a marriage counseling self-help book. And I just found a great 6 week session given by their health insurance on Couples Communication. Perfect.
So, life goes on. And soon, I'll be buying a new computer! How's that for a segue! Not. Oh well. I'll work on that.
I phoned him as soon as we got home to let him know we were home safe (but fibbed about exactly where we had been). But it was clear that the time had come to have a serious conversation between Mom and Dad. For years they have tried to get me to be their mediator and I've refused. But now I feel I had no choice. They are not getting the counseling they need. Mom refused to go. And it's getting so uncomfortable for me and my siblings... I figured I couldn't make it any worse.
I hired a babysitter for T and I went over to my parents home. I sat down and laid the ground rules: no personal attacks or name calling. One person speaks, the other listens. The other person speaks, the first person listens. Then, time for rebuttal. It went pretty well. There were tears (mom's) and apologies (dad's). They talked for 3 hours before I had to end it (my babysitter was told I'd be only 2 hours!). Clearly, my parents want to say married (each said so) and just as clearly there has been very poor to no effective communication between the two of them. There might be a glimmer of hope that things can get better. But it's just a glimmer. A lot depends on how much compromise will be coming from both sides. I think I'll buy a marriage counseling self-help book. And I just found a great 6 week session given by their health insurance on Couples Communication. Perfect.
So, life goes on. And soon, I'll be buying a new computer! How's that for a segue! Not. Oh well. I'll work on that.
T playing Tball
T is still going to Tae Kwon Do 3 times a week. He loves it. But he's got a lot to learn. He has very little coordination and he tends to wander off with his concentration. But heck. He's only 5--that's bound to get better. He can now almost do a real push-up and is getting pretty good at the punching sequences. Tball is still in full swing and we have games every Saturday morning until mid June. The coaches are so excellent--there are 3 fathers that have lots of great skills to pass on and are so patient with the kids. They are all getting so much better, week by week.
I'm doing so well for T in getting him plugged in and active, but am failing with myself. I have to find a way to get a regular workout out in. I wish I could swim with the local Master's group, but that just doesn't fit in to my life the way it is. I can't leave the house in the early morning and I can't swim at 6 PM since I need to get T and make dinner every weekday. I could do weekend workouts, but if I can't get to the pool at least once in the week, I won't ever get past the beginner "I'm in so much pain" stage. Plus, I don't want to take those weekend hours away from T. (I know... excuses, excuses...) If I could just drag myself out of bed at 6 AM, then I could do a video workout while T is still asleep. But so far, I haven't found the energy to do that. I also am tempted to join the YMCA. It's nearby and I've found that quite a few of the kindergärtners families are joined. That way T would find others that he knows while playing at the pool or in the child care (while I get in a workout!). I just have to figure out if I can afford it for the long term. Working out at home would be cheaper.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
No running, and still searching for balance
Such a bummer. I had to drop out of the Relay race. My left calf hasn't improved too much. I'm not limping any more, but the minute I start to run, the pain comes back. I guess I strained the muscle or something.
Not only do I feel like a loser for not being about to be a part of our team (AGAIN!), but this has put a big damper on my plans to improve my body/mind/health. Not to mention the possibility of re creating a better looking body for the fast approaching summer days when I want to wear shorts, or (gasp) a swim suit. Maybe a video and some hand held weights will be enough to smooth away some of this cottage cheese stuck to my thighs.
It's a never ending battle, and I will Never Give Up! :)
A very valuable lesson I learned from years of speaking with women candidly and privately in the exam room about things that really matter: we all share so many commonalities. No one has a perfect body. And even if it appears to others as if they did. They still worry about it. We all do. ALL of us are very aware of our imperfections. No matter what age, ethnicity, background, socio-economic status, we all worry about the same stuff. Some people more than others. Through all these similarities, even though we may look very different from one another, we are all sisters. Connected in our sameness but special in our uniqueness. Nuff said. Group huuuuug.
Me?
I want to care enough to be motivated to do good for my body and health but not be obsessed with it that it puts me on the side lines, keeping me from enjoying life.
Balance. It's everywhere.
Not only do I feel like a loser for not being about to be a part of our team (AGAIN!), but this has put a big damper on my plans to improve my body/mind/health. Not to mention the possibility of re creating a better looking body for the fast approaching summer days when I want to wear shorts, or (gasp) a swim suit. Maybe a video and some hand held weights will be enough to smooth away some of this cottage cheese stuck to my thighs.
It's a never ending battle, and I will Never Give Up! :)
A very valuable lesson I learned from years of speaking with women candidly and privately in the exam room about things that really matter: we all share so many commonalities. No one has a perfect body. And even if it appears to others as if they did. They still worry about it. We all do. ALL of us are very aware of our imperfections. No matter what age, ethnicity, background, socio-economic status, we all worry about the same stuff. Some people more than others. Through all these similarities, even though we may look very different from one another, we are all sisters. Connected in our sameness but special in our uniqueness. Nuff said. Group huuuuug.
Me?
I want to care enough to be motivated to do good for my body and health but not be obsessed with it that it puts me on the side lines, keeping me from enjoying life.
Balance. It's everywhere.
Doing it all, and suddenly overscheduled!
I'm better now. I stopped eating corn chip scoops at 11PM and whadda ya know?? I dropped 2.5 lbs. I guess I really am human and my body works predictabley like most everyone else. Huh.
Last Sunday T and I went to a birthday party for his kinder classmate. It was held at a nearby Tae Kwon Do gym. And weirdly, the owner and master there was the husband of my previous medical assistant I used to be blessed to have at my prior clinic in ob/gyn. It's a small world. (She showed up at the end of the party and we got to catch up.)
The party was fun. Watching all the kids kick and chop the heck out the air while giving their best and loudest "Hi- awwww!" was so entertaining. They even got to kick at a board and break it in two pieces. Just the stuff of real super heroes!! But while I was there, watching how they were being taught to reply with a loud and clear "Yesssir!", bowing before and after entry to the mat, and listening and obeying the master, I thought "What a good thing for T to do." He really seemed to enjoy it all. By the end of the hour he was rosy cheeked and all sweaty around the temples.
The next day T and I went back so he could take a one hour free lesson with the other kids (all younger than 10 years old). He seemed to really get into it, although his coordination needs some help. But that's just one more good reason to consider a commitment to this.
And commitment it was. I signed up that day. After the first month of "free" lessons, you have to sign a contract committing to pay for the next 11 months. T can go up to four times a week. It averages out to $84 a month over a year. But then I learned the belt ceremonies will cost me too. And the professional photos (not that there's any obligation to buy, but you know I'll buy at least SOME of them). Mom said she would bring him there on Wednesdays and Fridays and I'll bring him Mondays. Saturdays are more a fun/exercise day but I think once T-ball finishes we'll be doing that too. Unless summer YMCA basketball conflicts with that schedule. And to think I was hemming and hawing at $50 a month to join the YMCA for access to exercise to me (and also stuff for T to do). Goes to show, when it's for T, money is secondary. When it comes to me....well, I'm way at the bottom of the list. Or am I even on the list?? I think I better work on my balance of that a bit. Or I'll soon be suffering and not able to be the best that I can be. And get depressed and well, you can probably see it's not a path anyone would enjoy or savor. It's a mother thing I think. Or at least, it's common among mothers.
SHEESH. At first I felt like I wasn't doing enough extracurricular activities to expose my boy to some fun and educational experiences (especially as compared to what other parents do with their kids). But now, suddenly, we're scheduled for SOMEthing just about every day. And how can swim lessons and music lessons (he wants to try the guitar or piano) fit in??
Oy. One step at a time. I think we've got enough for now. In June we'll reassess how much time we have.
Last Sunday T and I went to a birthday party for his kinder classmate. It was held at a nearby Tae Kwon Do gym. And weirdly, the owner and master there was the husband of my previous medical assistant I used to be blessed to have at my prior clinic in ob/gyn. It's a small world. (She showed up at the end of the party and we got to catch up.)
The party was fun. Watching all the kids kick and chop the heck out the air while giving their best and loudest "Hi- awwww!" was so entertaining. They even got to kick at a board and break it in two pieces. Just the stuff of real super heroes!! But while I was there, watching how they were being taught to reply with a loud and clear "Yesssir!", bowing before and after entry to the mat, and listening and obeying the master, I thought "What a good thing for T to do." He really seemed to enjoy it all. By the end of the hour he was rosy cheeked and all sweaty around the temples.
The next day T and I went back so he could take a one hour free lesson with the other kids (all younger than 10 years old). He seemed to really get into it, although his coordination needs some help. But that's just one more good reason to consider a commitment to this.
And commitment it was. I signed up that day. After the first month of "free" lessons, you have to sign a contract committing to pay for the next 11 months. T can go up to four times a week. It averages out to $84 a month over a year. But then I learned the belt ceremonies will cost me too. And the professional photos (not that there's any obligation to buy, but you know I'll buy at least SOME of them). Mom said she would bring him there on Wednesdays and Fridays and I'll bring him Mondays. Saturdays are more a fun/exercise day but I think once T-ball finishes we'll be doing that too. Unless summer YMCA basketball conflicts with that schedule. And to think I was hemming and hawing at $50 a month to join the YMCA for access to exercise to me (and also stuff for T to do). Goes to show, when it's for T, money is secondary. When it comes to me....well, I'm way at the bottom of the list. Or am I even on the list?? I think I better work on my balance of that a bit. Or I'll soon be suffering and not able to be the best that I can be. And get depressed and well, you can probably see it's not a path anyone would enjoy or savor. It's a mother thing I think. Or at least, it's common among mothers.
SHEESH. At first I felt like I wasn't doing enough extracurricular activities to expose my boy to some fun and educational experiences (especially as compared to what other parents do with their kids). But now, suddenly, we're scheduled for SOMEthing just about every day. And how can swim lessons and music lessons (he wants to try the guitar or piano) fit in??
Oy. One step at a time. I think we've got enough for now. In June we'll reassess how much time we have.
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