Non Compos Mentis

Julia has been complaining about stomach aches off and on for the last 8 months. Being the amazing parent I am I have fed her a judicious amount of Tums and sent her off to bed over and over. After the last straight week of tender tummy complaints and art work depicting vomit, I made the girl an appointment.
I hate telling the receptionist how long the condition has been on going. 8 months seemed a little long to wait, but I kept thinking she was psyching herself out and stewing her guts into a angst induced ball of blegh.
Part of me thinks her problems stem from the fact that she doesn't like change, and feels life if loaded with unfairness, but if she really has a problem I am ready to feel like a loser parent for the pediatrician tomorrow.
Julia was asking me what the doctor might do to find out about her stomach aches and I told her she would probably have to poop in a cup. She said she is ready to do what it takes! That's my girl.

I'm pretty sure we will be cutting out all dairy and candy for awhile, so if you need cheese or chocolate, you know where to find me.

My brother's surgery went really well and they were able to take out his nasty little tumor. (I can't help thinking of an Arnold Schwarzenegger voice whenever I type the word tumor--weird)
Right now he says that he has a bad headache and he is really mean to the nurses, which are all good signs.

Thanks to all everyone for prayers and thoughts!!

I saw this on my friend Sarah's blog and had to steal it. It made me laugh!

The tidal wave of vomit is slowly receding from my life, and I am ready to live again. I believe there is such thing as nausea induced depression. I have not started a prosac regimen, but my stomach is easing out of my throat and that is similar to a good drug.

I am ready to unpack my first box since moving in 2 weeks ago.

Mark will be excited, I may realize that there is no place to put everything and take all the sealed boxes to the DI truck.
Purging my closet may prove to be much more therapeutic than purging my lunch.

Personally I am for a Meningenoma, the lesser of two evils.
I know all this is very medical sounding and out of the norm for my post topics, but my brother has a little brain tumor.
Very surreal. Our conversations have become excerpts from a bad movie script. Thankfully it is NOT CANCER. Unfortunately it has to come out and is in a really tricky spot by the base of his brainstem and under his brain where all the nerves and fun stuff hang out. He goes in for surgery on the 22nd of this month. The whole thing sucks rocks.
I know that mostly my friends read my drivle so this is my plea for prayers from my friends for my bro. He is super scared, and I love him, so please put in a little extra word for Rob.




Many thanks, and I'll keep you posted.

If you live in California you should know about Prop 8. It is the proposition that will either uphold marriage as being between a man and a woman or change it to include same sex partners. It is a huge deal here. I am voting to uphold marriage as being between a man and a woman, but the issue for me has been no where near cut and dried.

I have found there to be so many misconceptions about this issue. It has been slated as an anti-civil rights bill, as a way for conservatives to deny basic rights to liberal parties, and as simply anti-gay.
I don't feel like I fall under any of those, but it seems difficult to voice my opinion and not expect vehement opposition.

In truth, I am not opposed to equal rights to all who seek lasting unions with the person of their choice. I think that is how it should be. Making it all "fair" is easier said than done.

We have been waiting to receive a sign to display in our yard and last night we found out that the opposition had paid the truck driver to not deliver the signs to our area. SO LAME. The driver lost his job , and I lost a little faith in my freedom of speech being unopposed.

I am interested to see how this all pans out. There has been some serious division among many people I interact with at school. I am afraid that many cases we are not able to agree to disagree and keep relationships intact. Very sad.

November can not come soon enough. Get out and vote!

Today I am 30.

No bolts of lightening, or even gray hairs. I think that since my life expectancy is far higher than in generations past, 30 is not my middle age, but my pre-middle age. I am happy to have reached pre-middle age with such ease. I have high hopes that I am not blindly heading into a pre-midlife crisis.
For now I am going to save my angst and woe for 40, because 30 is just fine.

Its hard to believe that we have been in our "new" house for a whole week. For so long I was itching to move and do something different, but after seeing how much stuff we really have, I may never move again. To be honest I barely packed a box...I think I actually packed a total of 4. Mark's mom came out to help and she packed over 100. I politely laid on the couch and vomited at will. I was beyond useless, but my mother-in-law is a saint and she just kept telling me how much fun it was for her to pack and arrange houses. She did it all with a smile.

She left on Wednesday :(, and things look pretty similar to when she left. I have the rest of my mortal life to unpack and arrange, so I am trying not to stress about all the boxes.

I am realizing how much I have taken having a landlord for granted all these years1`. I wish there were a little man with a deep wallet to call now that there are a million 57 year old things that need to be replaced. Even though it isn't all new or perfect it is fun that its ours. I know I will look back on our first year here and be glad we took the plunge.

Come and visit anytime!