Sunday, March 31, 2013

Happy Easter

It never fails to amaze me how fast holiday mornings pass by. I spend weeks, sometimes even months preparing for 15 minutes. Ridiculous!

Still, the kids have fun. And at least Ian's agreeable to letting us sleep until 7am. Even though Mr. Bah Humbug himself, Steve, wants to move the celebrations to the afternoon. I told him that's what happens when you have grandchildren. They come over in the afternoon. Much easier.

And oh, how I'm looking forward to that day. I know it's silly in a way. I mean, it may never happen. Or the kids might all be like Kelvin and live too far away. But I still dream.

My ideal is to have a farm. Not a big one, just a small farm. On Easter, I'll hide eggs all over the farm. When the grand kids come, we'll have a great big egg hunt, and they'll have to really work for their prizes. Then we'll finish up with a big feast and games.

I think I was born in the wrong era.

On a quick mental health note, I'm off the anti depressants. It's a bit sooner than I wanted, but out of necessity. Ian ran out of his meds, and we don't get him in to the doctor until Tuesday. So, I've given him the last of my meds to get us through. I've been weaning myself off them for a while, so at least I' haven't crashed out this time. It's been a few day without the meds now, and I'm still feeling ok. I told Steve last night, though, so he can help keep an eye on my moods. At least he can understand why I've been a bit more crabby than usual lately. Still, I think it's going pretty good.

Now, I'm off to do my exercising. I haven't been doing it for the last few weeks. Between sickness and calcium crash, I haven't been able to. Sucks, too, because I've had to go back down to level one and I'm not doing as many miles as I had been. Hopefully it won't take me long to get back to where I was, though.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013


Ian has a stomach bug. Possibly food poisoning. I suspect it's food poisoning since we all had a touch of it just after eating at KFC this weekend. Blah.

So he's been off school for the last 3 days, and driving me nuts. What is it with boys when they don't feel good? Talk about whingey. And good grief! He is feeling so hard done by! "I'm not going to have Easter, because I'm sick." "I can't have bread, because I'm sick." "I'm only allowed water, because I'm sick." "Mum, come lay on the couch with me, because I'm sick."


Meanwhile, there's about an inch of pine pollen covering everything! I grabbed some allergy pills back when I came down with the plague and was praying it was just allergies, so I'm still taking those. They do take the edge off, so I least I can breathe most of the time. Now I'm thinking we should be looking for a farm with no bloody pine trees around, though!

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Heroine addict

I'm staying inside away from people today so that I don't get odd looks. And if I do have to venture into public, I'll wear long sleeves.

I've never done drugs. Never even smoked pot. I'm not sure exactly why. I mean, I've had the opportunity, but just never really wanted to. At least not when I had the opportunity. Sure, I've thought about it. Even wanted to try it. But not at a party where I only know like 2 people! But this post isn't about pot. It's not even about drugs.

It's about looking like I'm on heroine.

Well, not actually. I'm pretty sure heroine addicts are skinny. And I've managed to put on another 2 pounds in the last month. I know this because I went to the doctor a month ago and got weighed, and I went to the doctor yesterday and got weighed again. The weird thing is, I was like, "Score! I only put on 2 pounds!" I had been putting on an average of about 5 a month, so this is a significant improvement. Maybe this month I won't put on any. And then it will start melting away. Probably not, but a girl can dream, right?

Anywho, I had to have blood tests to prove that my body is a fucking traitor. When the doctors can figure out what my body is currently doing to sabotage itself, they can give me pills to fix the problem. This does not factor into my traitorous body's plan, so it tries to thwart all attempts at diagnosis. It's favorite thing is to make my veins impossibly small, deep, and rollie.

Isn't this fun!

It took 3 attempts yesterday to get blood. My arms are impossibly bruised. And I suspect my body is planning the next attack for when this latest one is discovered.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013


I feel like such a failure.

Can't get a job. Can't even get up the motivation to look for a job. The thought of hearing, "No," a thousand times sends me into an anxiety attack.

My goal to unpack 5 boxes a day was thwarted by contracting the plague.

Now that I'm mostly over the plague, my body has decided to shut down. I'm losing control of my muscle functions. This makes it hard to do much of anything really.

It's actually, I suspect, to do with the fact that my calcium levels are dropping. Mainly because I don't have health insurance so I'm relying on the local clinic. But that's not really helping. I have an appointment this afternoon, and hopefully won't die before I get there and once I do get there I then need to convince the doctor to give me a prescription for the medicine I need to stay alive. I thought this had happened last month, but apparently I was wrong.

I'd really appreciate if something could go right for a change.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

To market, to market

We decided to pay a visit to the local Farmer's Market yesterday morning. I've been sick as a dog all week, and this was my one "big" outing, but it's something I've wanted to check out for a few months. Both Steve and I do arts and crafts, and we wanted to see if the market would be somewhere we could possibly get in to in order to sell stuff.

Talk about uninspiring!

Maybe we just have high standards, but the crafts that we saw being offered were just, well...Meh. Most of it was food- fruit, veg, herbs- as it should be. It's a farmer's market afterall. But most of the stalls with "stuff" were cheap made in China crap. And the ones that were handmade items were worse! Ick.

So, we've decided to give it a go. I'll check out what it will take to get a stall sorted, and we'll work towards making sure we've got enough stock. Not sure if we'll be a hit because our quality is among the top of what we saw there or not, but we'll see.

I know I sound like a total bitch, so I'll qualify that a few of the stalls did have some really nice offerings. Unfortunately, since this was the first time we've been, I can't say if that means the quality is going up, or down.