Thursday, February 28, 2008
I know they couldn't be laughing at me, right?
A lot of years ago, when I had a real job and an identity of my own, I spent a lot of time looking at little numbers and computer monitors.
My optometrist recommended reading glasses to compensate for the eye strain.
Remember the '80's?
Remember big hair, shoulder pads and leg warmers?
Remember lace gloves and acid-washed jeans?
Remember 'The Breakfast Club'? Big bows in your hair? "Frankie Say..."?
You get the point.
I bought reading glasses in the 1980's. They were rather large gold rims with pink accents. Very 1980's.
Flash forward to 2008.
I'm old. My eyesight isn't what it used to be. My optometrist prescribed reading glasses, but I really haven't had the time to get the prescription filled.
So, one day I'm cleaning and purging and come across my 1980's reading glasses. I resist the urge, but try them on anyway. Things are much clearer with the 1980's glasses. I can actually read the fine print. I begin to use them for reading. And sometimes for computer use.
Flash forward to today.
I need to talk to the Wildcard's swim coach, but before I leave the house I get a sudden urge to research something on a map.
The map print is small, so I pull out the 1980's glasses to read it.
Flash forward to my conversation with the swim coach.
Many parents are there and we discuss the issues at hand. After several minutes of discussion, I hear the 5-minute warning for colors. (Colors being the time of day when the sun sets, the flags are lowered, and all action stops while 'colors' music is played over the intercom system on base.)
Since it is time for colors, the sun must be setting.
I wonder why I have not noticed that I don't need my sunglasses any longer, since the sun is setting.
This is when I instinctively reach up to remove my sunglasses and realize that I have left the house proudly wearing my 1980's glasses, with the wire rims and cute pink accents.
I'm such a dork.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
There's nothing like those middle of the night phone calls.
I just love when I'm in a deep sleep and the phone rings at 3 a.m. Usually it involves leaping out of bed, tripping over something (or nothing), and fumbling around to find the phone....even though it's in the usual place on the nightstand. After pressing random buttons, I eventually find the magic button and mumble a quick "Hello?"
This is when my brain usually kicks in a bit.
Is it bad news? Is it a drunk dial? Why would anyone call me at 3 a.m.?
Because the 'Hilary For President' people can't seem to figure out that Hawaii isn't in the Eastern Time Zone.
They have called eight times in the past two weeks, three of those automated calls came in the middle of the night. I'm not registered to vote in Hawaii, so they must just be doing random dialing.
Either that or they are just trying to annoy me.
I have visions of Hilary and her Peeps sitting in a dark room filled with cigar smoke and empty martini glasses, laughing their asses off at the idea of using their free night and weekend minutes to annoy the people who won't vote for her anyway.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Somehow the planets all aligned on Tuesday.
Destructo goes to 'school' for a couple of hours three mornings a week, just so I can get to the gym or have some 'me' time. He had been asking if he could stay for lunch some day, so a few weeks ago I reserved a spot for him from 8 a.m. until just after lunch on Tuesday.
Last week I learned that the Wildcard would have Tuesday off for a teacher work day.
The wheels started turning. I had the perfect opportunity to spend some quality time with the Wildcard.....what to do, what to do?
If left up to him, he would have asked to play Wii all day. If up to me, we would have climbed a mountain or something.
We compromised. We would do a relatively easy hike to Maunawili Falls, grab a quick shower, then go to his favorite (usually off-limits) fast-food place - Popeyes. If we had extra time we would hit the arcade.
The hike to Maunawili Falls is relatively flat and easy, but there are several spots where rock-hopping across the stream is required. (I sort of forgot to tell the Wildcard this part.) It's the rainy season, so the trail was extra muddy, the stream crossings were extra wide, and the water was extra high (but still not deep).
We traipsed through the mud and crossed the stream twice without any real problem. On the third crossing, I slipped on a rock and completely soaked my left foot.
It was the beginning of the end.
The Wildcard matched my dip into the water and raised it one slip/fall in the mud. I didn't fall into the mud, but I did step shin-deep into mud with the texture of chocolate pudding. I then upped it by slipping on the next stream crossing and wedging my foot 12"deep between two rocks. After that, there was one more slip into the stream for each of us and a gazillion mosquito bites.
The Wildcard was pissed and couldn't get out of there fast enough.
I stopped to take pictures, of course.
The beginning of the trail, the only dry part:
One of the stream crossings:
Lots of little falls along the way:
Anyway, because of the mud and one wrong turn, the hike took almost twice as long as expected. By the time we got home and cleaned up, we didn't have time to head across the island to Popeyes. The Wildcard was disappointed - he said he was looking forward to Popeyes more than anything else.
(Way to lay the guilt on....)
So, we headed to his second choice, Burger King.
We were loitering near the front counter after placing our order when we both heard the distinct sound of pre-teen girly giggles coming from a corner table. We turned around just as four pre-teen giggly girls came running across the restaurant calling the Wildcard's name.
There was no hole for him to crawl into, so he said a quick "Hi" then turned his back on them, hoping they would go away.
No such luck. They all wanted hugs.
That was the perfect topper for a perfect day....being hugged by four "annoying" girls in front of your mom.
(I told him next time we would do the arcade and Popeyes first.)
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
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Monday, February 11, 2008
The Hubster and I had a discussion about the amount of time the kids spend on the computer, and the fact that Destructo is becoming a computer addict.
He knows how to log on to the internet, and he searches for Mustang sites. The Wildcard set up a shortcut to an airplane site, and Destructo can click on it and watch his favorite videos. He knows that most anything can be followed by "dot com". He's pretty good at sounding out words, and can usually find the site he is looking for. Example: Yesterday he wanted to look at monster trucks, so he typed in "mnstr trk" and found a bunch of monster truck sites.
We decided that enough is enough, and placed a daylight ban on the computer for everyone. The only exceptions were for business and homework.
As of 11:00 last night, we were in total agreement on this.
Sunday is my day to sleep in.
The Hubster was up with Destructo and took him to the store to buy donuts, then for an early morning romp on the beach. This was followed by the non-stop, one-sided conversation about airplanes, Mustangs, and (of course) monster trucks.
I woke up at 9 a.m. and Destructo was playing games at Hotwheels.com, his favorite site.
I asked the Hubster about this. His excuse was, "You need to be awake to enforce the rules."
So, now we officially know who the boss is.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Professor Liz is giving homework, and mine will be marked down for being late.
I've been tagged, but haven't had a chance to get to it until now. Here goes:
1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.That would be DaMomma, of course.
2. Share five random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.- I once stopped rush-hour traffic at the train station in Osaka Japan. It was my finest moment, but really, those people just need to learn to adapt.
- My first attempt at photography was when I was in elementary school. My dad gave me a roll of black and white film to use in his camera and I raced home from school to take pictures of my brothers with our cows in the middle of winter. (Note to the brothers: I still have those pictures.)
- I like to be up high....on top of a mountain, on a cliff, the top floor of a building, and as a child I was the one who was dangling from the top branches of the tallest trees.
- Those Vermont Teddy Bear valentine commercials drive me nuts. Even more than the PajamaGram commercials.
3. Share the five top places on your “want to see or want to see again” list.
- Alaska. We've planned this one several times, but life got in the way.
- Italy, the entire country.
- Pamukkale, Turkey
- Glacier National Park
4. Tag a minimum of five random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
I want to take a minute to thank you all for your prayers, good thoughts, messages, and e-mails regarding the Hubster's father. We truly appreciate each and every one of them.
Since I made that post, this is what we have learned:
His doctor diagnosed him as having MDS Myelodysplastic Syndromes), and his is classified as high risk.
There is no cure. The treatment he is receiving is divided into two categories - those who can tolerate the treatment, and those who cannot tolerate the treatment.
Of those who can tolerate the treatment, 10-20 percent of those do well and can be expected to live 1-2 years. The remaining 80-90 percent live 10 months on average.
Those who cannot tolerate the treatment have "months".
We were concerned because the FIL has other health issues and is 72 years old. We didn't know how the treatment would affect him.
This was devastating news to all of us, especially the Hubster, who is very close to his dad. FIL had planned to retire in March, and they were already planning their trip out here for the Blonde One's graduation in May.
On Thursday the FIL got a second opinion. The doctor specializes in leukemia. He basically agreed with the diagnosis and treatment; however, he did have more recent data on the disease.
He said that instead of the 10-20% that the doctor had quoted for those who do well with the treatment, the numbers are more like 40-70%, and there was a possibility of remission! He added that the other doctor may not have had access to the newest data, or was just using a worst-case scenario.
So, where are we now?
FIL has finished his first week of treatment and has done well. His attitude is outstanding and he hasn't lost his appetite (although they stopped at McDonalds on the way home from treatment one day, so this is a debatable point). He is golfing tomorrow. He has three weeks off, and will return for another week of treatment at the end of the month.
They are exploring all options, including experimental treatment and immune system transplants. At this point, nothing is off the table.
I purchased tickets for the Hubster to go home later this month to visit his family. He has been home once since we've been here (four years). We will all be back there in June for a visit.
So, continued prayers and good thoughts are much appreciated. The shock has worn off and now we are just trying to figure out how to beat this thing. Updates will follow......