Kimberly is currently away from her blog and all things bloggy. Having recently discovered what it feels like to throw up so hard it comes out the nose, she may be away for a day or two. She begs for all good thoughts and prayers on her behalf, not just for the sake of her health but her sanity as well.
Her mother-in-law arrives tomorrow afternoon.
You may, if you like, picture her curled up in a wee little ball[...]
Archive for April, 2008
Did my camera go?
It used to be another appendage. An extension of myself. But in the chaos of sickness, moving, then more sickness (gah!), it seems to have been tucked away in some remote corner of our new house. I miss it. I miss that feeling of capturing a moment and freezing it in time. I miss sharing that moment with those who otherwise would have no access to it. I miss doing before[...]
Making up names for imaginary illnesses and syndromes can be quite fun. Especially if you’ve skirted the edges of severe hypochondria the way I have. When conventional medicine fails to explain your oddities, simply make something up! Stick an itis or a tosis on the end, or fashion yourself up a spiffy sounding acronym and voila! Let the attention and sympathy roll in!
As for me, I suffer from RMS. Symptoms include foggy memory, muscle tics (usually focused in the ocular[...]
You know how when you’re motoring along down the highway at a pretty decent pace, and someone zips by you driving like a blind rodent fleeing a very hot place? And you scowl at them…possibly mutter and curse a bit, and hope that some enterprising law enforcement folk have a speed trap up ahead?
Well, I’m thinking maybe we ought to rethink that sort of reaction. Because you never know. You really never know.
It might be a mother,[...]
Last summer I received a phone call that shattered me. My mum had a seizure, was rushed to the hospital and was in the ICU. On a ventilator. And they had no idea what was wrong.
I can’t remember what arrangements I made for the kids, I just remember the frantic five hour drive that I did in four. I remember the way my chest kept tightening and aching like mad, and trying to sing to myself as I sped through[...]
…I look lovely today.
I walked into the bedroom this morning where Emma was snuggled up in Neil’s voluminous fuzzy blue robe watching cartoons. She looked up at me and smiled. I cuddled her up, and she turned to look at me again, touching my cheek lightly.
“You look lovely, Mommy!”, she exclaimed.
I think I’ll straighten my hair more often. Much as I hate the bother of it all, it seems to have a positive side effect on my[...]
Did you ever do something wonderful by accident?
I hate it when I do that.
Not the wonderful bit, that’s quite lovely and I like the warm fuzzy glow that comes with that. It’s the accidental bit that kind of rankles. There’s no opportunity for self-inflicted ego stroking. No preening, strutting or knuckle polishing. It’s a let down sometimes, that realization of having done something quite grand but having not meant to and therefore not being able to[...]
In the fitting room at the local boutique yesterday…
Emma: Mommy? I like this one (petting a mossy green sweater I was about to try on). You like it? You like this one mommy?Me: If it fits, I will. If not…not so much. (I pull it over my head, eye myself critically in the mirror and let out my sigh especially reserved for fitting rooms). Too small.Emma: Too small?Me: Yep. Too[...]
For the most part, I’m a social blogger. There are few blogs I’ll read without reciprocation. I like the exchange of ideas, witty back-and-forth banter, friendship and such like.
Every once in awhile though I encounter a blog that provokes a strong enough reaction that I’m happy to read it regardless of my degree of acquaintance with the author of it. Such is the case with J. Anthony Holloway’s Say Dada!!. He tackles a fascinating variety of[...]
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