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April 27 Boys Will be BoysI am seriously in need of some girl-time. I'm definitely not a girly-girl, I don't really like to shop, I don't mind getting my hands dirty, I like being outdoors, and I thoroughly enjoy sports. I don't know any women, short of Robin Roberts, who can match my knowledge of sports...(not that I really know Robin Roberts...). I can talk about the infield fly rule, I know what an icing call is, and believe it or not, I can probably name all of the head coaches in the NFL. But this weekend... I've simply had too much ...between 2 Penguin hockey games, (which they won! GO PENS!) and the two-day event that is the NFL draft, I'm in danger of losing what little femininity I have left.... I think I'll go shave my legs and paint my toe-nails.
April 05 The Miralax Miracle and Pooping for DollarsOk, so maybe this isn't exactly a dinner-table topic, but here's the reality of the situation - Joe is a problem pooper and it's time I stopped trying to hide it. I've known him for more than a decade and he's always had trouble... for a long while after we got married the problem was too much poop, which I tried (unsuccessfully) not to take personally. Holy Crap! look, it was simple, something had given him a severe case of diarrhea and it was either married life in general, or me in particular. How can you not take that personally? so... we (he) did the whole testing thing.... upper GI, lower GI, colonoscopy... ugh, the prep on that is definitely unpleasant, but he didn't mind the test at all... he woke up from the anesthesia in a better mood than he'd been in for weeks and wanted to stop for Wendy's spicy chili on the way home... go figgure!
The verdict was Irritable Bowel Syndrome... hallelujah, it wasn't me! They gave him medication and the poops went away... I mean seriously went away. We spent the next 8 years trying to find a way to make him poop on a semi-regular basis without giving him the runs. He chewed a boatload of fiber pills, he ate enough roughage to fill a train car with Mexican produce. Nothing - nada... oh, sure, about once a week, there'd be an 'everyone out of the pool' session in the bathroom, but other than that..... well, you can imagine the bloating and cramping, the fussing and crankiness that ensued... and that was just from me! You should have seen Joe...
Then, miracle of miracles - this fall he had his yearly fun-with-laxatives session and went in for a routine colonoscopy. Thankfully no problems were found, but neither one of us really expected anything to change with regard to the poop situation. But wait, this was a new doc and he gave Joe a prescription for some stuff called Miralax. As it turns out, a prescription is no longer required, you can buy it at Costco or Wal-mart or the grocery store. It's a powder that Joe mixes into a glass of liquid and drinks every night and it's nothing short of a miracle worker. Now, Joe is as regular as you could ask for... pooping has become almost a non-issue at our house... except for the fact that Joe now thinks it's his federally-funded duty to poop at work. He said if he's going to be spending part of every day pooping now, he might as well get paid for it.
There, I feel better having gotten this out of my system.
Back from CalifornyI've been back from San Francisco for almost a week and I'm doing ok on catching up on my sleep. I got home around 1:30 a.m. on Sunday and promptly fell into bed. I also took Monday and most of Tuesday off of work - after spending a week listening to a constantly ringing phone and working 14 to 17 hours a day, I needed to be alone and just have some chill-out time.
I only saw a couple of areas of SF this time. The conference center and the hotel I stayed in are about 1 block apart and that's virtually where I spent my week. Three of my friends and I went to dinner at a converted bath-house right on the Pacific Ocean on the Saturday night before the conference started. We watched the sun sink into the ocean and talked and laughed and cried - about life and the passage of time and the paths we'd walked.
In all honesty, as great as dinner was, (and it was great), the company was even better. My friends are three very different, but very strong women... we make a nice mix. We have fun and laugh together most of the time, but the times when we whine and complain and cry together are good too. No one is judgemental and we take each other as we are. We aren't always together as a four-some, sometimes we add another friend from the office, and sometimes it's just a combination of 2 or 3 or 4 of the 5 of us. It's nice to have such a caring and comfortable group of friends!
I've posted a few of the photos Debbie took from the deck of the restaurant ... you can see why it's a very popular place.
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