For Boe and I:
2 of these.
2 of these.
2 pair of these...one of which would need to be lined due to Boe's wool issues.
2 of these.
Also for Boe for combat.
For me x2.
A couple of these.
A couple of these.
One of these.
Everything here. Although I'll probably be the one making all of it.
Several of these.
One pair of these.
A couple of these.
One of these.
A pair of these.
A pair of these.
One of these.
One of these.
More as I think on it.
Anybody have a spare bazooka they're not using? I'll bring it back as soon as I am done.
I have many feelings on this. They are all rage.
32,101 pregnancies resulting from rape per year is not "rare", and the 32,101 women whose lives are directly affected should be trusted to make the decisions that are right for them, not have to kowtow to what a delusional representative who has never met them, never heard their stories thinks is the right decision to make on their behalf.
Also, "legitimate" rape? GTFO.
Hon. Todd Akin
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Washington, DC 20515
Voice: (202) 225-2561
Fax: (202) 225-2563
His bloodwork came back: he has severe hyperthyroidism. Well, that explains the weight loss, the patchy hair, the Nuclear Waste Pudding Poops of Stench And Despair and the chronic vomiting he's experienced. (We thought the Pudding Poops were from a food allergy and that the vomiting was hairball-related. Nope.)
We have several options; I have no idea what any of these will specifically run us, but none of them will be inexpensive.
1. Special iodine-free food that binds with the excess TSH/T3/T4 to help flush it out of the body. At least I think that's how it works. I need to read the bag and do some additional research. The pros are that it's a simple fix and readily available and does not require pilling Odin. The cons are that naturally, this food is hideously expensive and that not all cats like it and that it can take a LONG time to see any benefits since it's a gradual thing. Oh, and since we free-feed that means that the other cats will also be eating it. So I have to think of how their bodies will handle this stuff.
2. Medication to suppress thyroid function somewhat. The pros: It's readily available and in chewable tablet form. The con: It's $70 a month for the rest of Odin's life. He's 12. Statistically speaking, he should have another 5 or 6 years at least in him.
3. Taking Odin to Purdue University and putting him through radiation thryoid ablation. (Incidentally, this is something also routinely done on humans.) The pros: It's a one-time procedure then I can get his thyroid hormone replacement pills at Wal-Mart for $4/month, just like a human. The cons: I will have to pill Odin for the rest of his life. And I am absolutely certain that the radiation treatment does not come cheap.
We WILL have to make a decision from these options; if left untreated, the hyperthyroidism will kill Odin eventually. It's ust a question of what we can afford and what his little body will handle.
Have some photos of the handsome little guy in question:
In other news, I splurged just a tiny bit on a pair of Historic Enterprise's reproduction towels/napkins in the zigzag design. They are SO. PRETTY. I plan a little purchase here and a little purchase there to get our household kit up to snuff. We can manage a little purchase every now and again. So next on the list are a couple of fauldstools, then more table linens, then a trestle table...the list goes on but I am thumb typing :-)
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*sigh* I keep torturing myself by looking at adoption agency websites. Yes, I'm a masochist.
I miss Pennsic.
Um, other than that, I might actually have to crack open my nursing book and start studying. I got a 90% on my last test, which is still an A but just barely. I want to make the Dean's List every quarter, I think on one hand to prove something to myself and to others, and on the other, I think it would be nice to have some sort of bragging rights, you know? To show that I'm not a total failure at school, never mind that I keep starting and failing to graduate through some muckup or other.
Oh hell, I don't know.
No damage, everything's fine here...shoot, the power's even still on!
Let's face it: Is it possible to have brand-new stick built construction anywhere else in the entire flipping United States for less than $90,000? Yeah, didn't think so. Besides, it is just the architecture that Boe and I really like and he fell in love with the place as soon as he walked in the door.
This house (and its companion house at 2412 Gay St.) have sat empty for the past 4 years; they were originally closer to $130,000 but then the housing market went to crap and basically everyone lost interest in buying real estate. So the nonprofit group that owns these properties is making down payment assistance available as well as very favorable lending terms through a partnership with the Urban League.
So we've applied to be considered for the house at 2416 Gay. We'll see if they approve us; the worst they can say is "no".
I'd kind of like to completely start over when we move. Our current furnishings are hand me downs (which aren't our style but were free) or furniture so cheaply made that it's pretty much broken-down already (looking at you, dining room set and living room set). I'd like to get furniture that reflects us, rather than my mom or various relatives or what we could afford via layaway at Big Lots.
One of then things that is definitely on the lsit of things to get is a robotic floor cleaner. I am such a lazy person and we have 5 animals currently in the house...so it doesn't matter how many times I sweep, there are always hair "tumbleweeds" around. And the floor always feels gritty. We don't have carpet downstairs; vinyl in the kitchen -- which is starting to peel away in front of the kitchen sink, might I add, as a result of a rotting subfloor due to a plumbing leak the was never fixed -- and oak floors in the living room and front parlor/craft room.
More later, I think.
5 more to go...
Also, I've had a hankering to try just a weensie bit harder to not look like Exhausta McHaglike. So I picked up some lip gloss. I dunno...we'll see. Lord knows since I single-handedly keep Chapstick in business it's just as easy to smear on some lip gloss instead. Maybe eventually I'll get to the point of wearing makeup again on a regular basis. I know, I know, it only takes a few minutes, etc., etc., I'll look a lot better with makeup on, more self-confidence blah blah blah. As a fat chick, I feel more secure feeling invisible. But wanting to feel invisible and yet wishing I wasn't makes for a heavy makeup addiction, even if I never wear the stuff. One might argue that the makeup addiction is worse for never wearing the stuff. So like I said, it's easiest to start off with lip gloss and see if I can get the hang of that.
Can you tell I've forgotten to take my crazy pills on a regular basis this week?
Which reminds me...brb, dosing myself.
It's probably bad form to reward myself for taking my antidepressant by scooping myself a large bowl of ice cream, but I haven't had dinner yet and dairy is one of the four food groups or whatever stupid chart the USDA is using these days. So screw it.
I know part of the problem is what time of year it is: Pennsic season. As usual, I won't be going this year, nor will I be able to go next year (since I'll still be in year-round school). Pennsic 2014 (er, I think that's, what, Pennsic 44? 45?) will be the earliest I will be able to go, which makes me all sorts of sad. It's hard to explain WHY it makes me so sad, except maybe for this post I made back in the day. It's just...promises, you know? And the prospect of meeting some of you on my f-list (assuming I could work up the courage to stop by and say hello -- being just an okay costumer means that some of you all are like rock stars to me...like expect me to get a little starry-eyed and maybe even choke up a little bit if I ever meet you) even if it is intimidating!
Yes, yes, I know Pennsic will still be there, but adopting from foster care means there are enormous levels of governmental interference in our lives for an unknown and unpredictable length of time, and I'd like to go to Pennsic before having to negotiate crossing state lines with a foster child, and all the headaches that come with dealing with a bureaucracy. I'll be 36 in 2014. And considering my late 30s is (IMO) getting Too Old for first-time motherhood (especially if we are blessed with smaller children), that means we are very limited to how many more years we can put off Pennsic without also hanging up our chances to become parents.
I could do it within 4 years of getting my ASN (always assuming that The Powers That Be don't change up educational requirements for NPs sometime in the next, oh, six years or so). It's do-able. It's...very do-able.
Al Gore? You can have your freaking global warming back; we don't want it.
Okay, game plan is to hole up in my bedroom all day with the critters, since three of the five are elderly. Any panting, heat exhaustion type symptoms and they go into a cool shower with me.
Voila, my plans for the weekend.
Note to self: The next house will have central air. This is ridiculous.
Naturally, the PERFECT place to shelter oneself during a tornado warning is in the frozen section -- you know, with all the glass doors? And the number of people I had to actively tell to please NOT bring their grocery carts into the shelter area of the store boggled my mind.
Anyway, the power is still out at my workplace; it's estimated that the power should be on by midnight Wednesday into Thursday. I had to collect the written cake orders due tomorrow and make them at the only Walmart in the city that still has power. We lost power at home, but it was restored rather quickly (4 AM) so we didn't lose any perishables. My folks are still without power, but they have a generator to keep their refrigerator and freezers running.
So it was less than fun.
This next one is actually a couple of streets over from where I live...
This one was about half an hour southeast of Fort Wayne:
ETA: Have a pic gallery:http://www.indianasnewscenter.com/news/
Took Awesome!Neice to Fox Island for swimming yesterday; the entire family (Awesome!Niece, Boe, Mel, and myself) went and made it an official Day At The Park with a cooler full of lunch stuff. We all pigged out, swam a lot, pigged out some more, kept slathering ourselves in sunscreen, swam a bit more, and finally called it a day after everyone was tired, sun-pinked, and the worst of the heat had passed. The breeze didn't even feel like a breeze -- more like opening the door of a blast furnace. So I was grateful for the swimming and getting to spend time with Awesome!Niece. She's a total hoot. Now, this kid is 8. She sings in a local band. She plays piano, clarinet, flute, piccolo, and guitar (both my sister and my brother in law are musically talented). Her local band even cut a CD (Awesome!Niece graciously signed my copy). Most kids that age, especially if they have exposure to the music industry/entertainment biz, will tell you that they want to be a rock star, actor, etc. Not Awesome!Niece.
She wants to be a geneticist. (Cue "She Blinded Me With Science")
Seriously. She is deeply interested in DNA, cloning, all that stuff and when I sent her one of those microscope kits that you can get at educational stores a couple of years ago, you would have thought that she had died and gone to heaven. When I drove her from my mom's house in Columbus OH to my dad's house in New Haven IN (a 3 hour drive), we didn't even bother turning on the radio -- we talked about science the entire drive. Discussed everything from Henrietta Lacks and HeLa cells to CC the cloned kitten and even how tortoiseshell cats can't be cloned to have the same coat pattern. I love that kid.
After dropping Awesome!Niece off at my dad's, we went home, showered, took naps, and once the temperatures started to drop, had fighter practice in the back yard. That was lovely...a houseful of friends again, and a couple of people who are interested in joining Adria. Boe's decided that 2 years is a long enough hiatus to garner enthusiasm again, so once he's working, we'll be rejoining Adria. I won't be able to participate as much as I'd like because I'm in school, but it's good to Boe enthusiastic again.
Now onto my nursing final for the quarter -- I should wind up with a B in this class. Not my favorite grade, but the instructor Has Issues. Oh well. Won't be my problem after today.
What I'm REALLY excited about is the arrival of a couple of GORGEOUS silk Venetian gowns from the always wonderful rvqavalon. I bought both of them a while ago and life just kept interfering with the gowns' delivery. Well, they got here yesterday. I figured the red-burgundy one for Mel and the red-gold one for myself. (Although with Mel's behavior of late, I'm tempted to keep both for myself out of principle.)
Both of them fit like a glove.
I am thrilled. I mean, like, I haven't been this happy about ANYTHING in a long, long time.
SO. MUCH.GORGEOUSNESS. OMG. Pictures forthcoming.