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It's a little weird to me to think of my LJ as a sort of way of communicating. I mean, it shouldn't strike me as that much of a surprise- but when I look at my friend's page, I think about how far apart we all are. Weird.
Anyways.
So I am not at work today due to the fact that I was up with pretty bad food poisoning last night. I slept (if that's what you would call it) in the guest bedroom with The Bucket and various animals in and out of the room. I feel that I've spent more time in the guest bathroom over the past 12 hours than all the time that I've even lived in this house. Ugh. I've been racking my brain trying to think of what it might been that caused my stomach to do it's best Mt. Vesuvius impersonation- but I didn't eat a damn thing out of the ordinary. Well, except Chik-Fil-A, and I love them too much to ever blame something so horrible on them. But if it was that #1 I had with Johnna on Saturday.... -shaking fist-
Not too much new going on around here. I've missed more time at work so far this year than I ever wanted to. I am using the bulk of my time for France, but shit, I took two days off to get my passport, left work early to see my friend Sarah in the hospital, the list goes on and on. I have to be a VERY. GOOD. GIRL. for the rest of my time there.
Speaking of which, we're getting the wheels turning on this moving thing. We both have our resumes out there and have dabbled in seeing how much we could sell our home for. There are a lot of upgrades in the house, so that will definitely help the cause. Plus, the Westpark Tollway is right in front of our neighborhood- that helps with the property value. But until the right opportunities show themselves, we have to keep on in what our normal routine is. I believe that eventually, something will cross our path and everything will fall into place. I don't think I'd miss Houston THAT much- just some of the people.
I've got my passport paperwork submitted (finally, no thanks to those bastards at the Rodgerdale Post Office) and in less than two months, I'll be eating a croissant, sipping a cafe au lait and staring at the Eiffel Tower. The more I read Chel's blog, the harder it is to contain my excitement. And to contain my money. I think the harder I try to save for something, the worse my budgeting skills get. I can't help but think that everytime I go to Target that I helped donate several hundreds of dollars to those giant checks on the wall that they donate to schools. Heh.
But all in all, things are okay. I spent a lot of time at St. Joseph's Hospital last week. A friend that I have written about here before had her baby- except, little Joshua was three months early. He weighed in at 1.52 pounds and 30 centimeters. I was so petrified to go into the neonatal intensive care unit with her- but she was so excited to show the little one to me. I can't believe I didn't bawl when I saw him. There was this teeny, tiny little thing in the middle of the incubator. A huge UV lamp was pointing downwards on him. There are tubes in his tiny mouth, a feeding tube hooked up to his bellybutton area, and hands and feet so tiny that I was literally just floored. His skin is not done developing, so you can see every tiny little place he has ever been poked- there's a sore or a bruise. He doesn't open his eyes, and his diaper is the size of my cell phone. Look at your pinky finger. Bend it- do you see where that first little bend is? Just an inch or two from the tip of your finger? Imagine that that little portion of you finger had five teensy toes on the top.
That's how big his foot is.
There is a 67% chance that he will make it. I always keep that tiny baby in my thoughts and prayers. My friend has a VERY tough road ahead. Her boyfriend is still incarcerated and this little breath of life is constantly hanging in the balance. When I first visited her in the hospital, I brought in a card and a chenille teddy bear dressed in a blue baseball uniform (her boyfriend is VERY into baseball). When we took it to the ICU area, she asked the nurse if they could keep the toy there for him. A few seconds later, the nurse took it, slipped the bear into a Ziploc bag and propped it up next to the Saran-wrapped incubator.
That's when the flood started. I could only hold it in so long.
She has since been let out the hospital, but she goes back up there every day. I haven't talked to her in a few days, but I hope that little baby makes it.
So that is pretty much what's been going on... and I firmly believe all that is going on seems a little rough right now, but there is always a silver lining somewhere.
It just takes a little while sometimes.
Anyways.
So I am not at work today due to the fact that I was up with pretty bad food poisoning last night. I slept (if that's what you would call it) in the guest bedroom with The Bucket and various animals in and out of the room. I feel that I've spent more time in the guest bathroom over the past 12 hours than all the time that I've even lived in this house. Ugh. I've been racking my brain trying to think of what it might been that caused my stomach to do it's best Mt. Vesuvius impersonation- but I didn't eat a damn thing out of the ordinary. Well, except Chik-Fil-A, and I love them too much to ever blame something so horrible on them. But if it was that #1 I had with Johnna on Saturday.... -shaking fist-
Not too much new going on around here. I've missed more time at work so far this year than I ever wanted to. I am using the bulk of my time for France, but shit, I took two days off to get my passport, left work early to see my friend Sarah in the hospital, the list goes on and on. I have to be a VERY. GOOD. GIRL. for the rest of my time there.
Speaking of which, we're getting the wheels turning on this moving thing. We both have our resumes out there and have dabbled in seeing how much we could sell our home for. There are a lot of upgrades in the house, so that will definitely help the cause. Plus, the Westpark Tollway is right in front of our neighborhood- that helps with the property value. But until the right opportunities show themselves, we have to keep on in what our normal routine is. I believe that eventually, something will cross our path and everything will fall into place. I don't think I'd miss Houston THAT much- just some of the people.
I've got my passport paperwork submitted (finally, no thanks to those bastards at the Rodgerdale Post Office) and in less than two months, I'll be eating a croissant, sipping a cafe au lait and staring at the Eiffel Tower. The more I read Chel's blog, the harder it is to contain my excitement. And to contain my money. I think the harder I try to save for something, the worse my budgeting skills get. I can't help but think that everytime I go to Target that I helped donate several hundreds of dollars to those giant checks on the wall that they donate to schools. Heh.
But all in all, things are okay. I spent a lot of time at St. Joseph's Hospital last week. A friend that I have written about here before had her baby- except, little Joshua was three months early. He weighed in at 1.52 pounds and 30 centimeters. I was so petrified to go into the neonatal intensive care unit with her- but she was so excited to show the little one to me. I can't believe I didn't bawl when I saw him. There was this teeny, tiny little thing in the middle of the incubator. A huge UV lamp was pointing downwards on him. There are tubes in his tiny mouth, a feeding tube hooked up to his bellybutton area, and hands and feet so tiny that I was literally just floored. His skin is not done developing, so you can see every tiny little place he has ever been poked- there's a sore or a bruise. He doesn't open his eyes, and his diaper is the size of my cell phone. Look at your pinky finger. Bend it- do you see where that first little bend is? Just an inch or two from the tip of your finger? Imagine that that little portion of you finger had five teensy toes on the top.
That's how big his foot is.
There is a 67% chance that he will make it. I always keep that tiny baby in my thoughts and prayers. My friend has a VERY tough road ahead. Her boyfriend is still incarcerated and this little breath of life is constantly hanging in the balance. When I first visited her in the hospital, I brought in a card and a chenille teddy bear dressed in a blue baseball uniform (her boyfriend is VERY into baseball). When we took it to the ICU area, she asked the nurse if they could keep the toy there for him. A few seconds later, the nurse took it, slipped the bear into a Ziploc bag and propped it up next to the Saran-wrapped incubator.
That's when the flood started. I could only hold it in so long.
She has since been let out the hospital, but she goes back up there every day. I haven't talked to her in a few days, but I hope that little baby makes it.
So that is pretty much what's been going on... and I firmly believe all that is going on seems a little rough right now, but there is always a silver lining somewhere.
It just takes a little while sometimes.