Happy Halloween Everyone.
There are going to be a lot of cold little ghosts and goblins tonight...or maybe not a lot! Typical Halloween weather in Calgary........typical halloween costume in Calgary - Snowpants, wintercoat, and whatever type of costume will fit over!
Very interesting day yesterday; full of surprises. It started off at Chapters where I was meeting my manager. Left there around 10:30 and popped over to one of my other stores. Turns out, the receiving "guy" is no longer working there. So sad - Todd was a great guy and a lot of fun. Did a quick walk through Walmart to pick up our Christmas card "picture". Then I called my girlfriend to go out for lunch - turns out she was stuck in her house - for two different reasons, but the most obvious one being that someone parked right in front of her driveway, and she couldn't get out even if she wanted to. Obviously some Mount Royal Student was in a hurry and didn't have their brain turned on in the morning.
So I had a little extra time and I headed to the south for job number #4573804. I had about an hour before I needed to be at work, so I stopped at a near by hair salon to see if I could get a quick cut. Good luck was on my side, and there was a gentleman available (not always a good sign). I explained to Brock that I just needed a quick trim to get rid of some of the frizzies from my perm. He looked very professional (again not always a good sign) He had his little apron with 10 or so pairs of scissors strapped in there. Brock was a good salesman and convinced me I needed a $20.00 treatment to beautify my hair. I actually thought it was a good idea. So we treated, washed, rinsed and headed back to the cutting chair. To make a long story short, 75 minutes later, I looked gorgeous! No really. It was more than I wanted or needed, but he did an amazing job. He blew dry my hair, taking out all the curl, then he used the curling iron to put 3 or 4 curls back in my hair, then he worked his magic fingers and when he turned to face me to the mirror, I looked like I should have on a Christmas party dress and be heading to the ball. But know, I was off to play with three, 2 year olds. Needless to say, I may be going back there for the Christmas party do.... So I grab my coat, check my phone (oh no, I'm 20 minutes late), pay quickly and head to work. I felt really bad because the nannies had been trying to get a hold of me to see if I was ok. (I'm never late, and don't like being late) But I looked damn good. The three kids could have cared less.
If I hadn't been so tired, I would have suggested to Bill we go out for dinner, as I didn't want to waste my new do. Just as well, because when Bill came home, he never noticed. I should have taken a picture because I know I'll never be able to duplicate that look again!!!!! This morning, it's just my usual curls again. Kid proof and much faster.
Seeing how it's Halloween, I've found the best costume ever for playgroup this morning. I'm going as a Madonna Fan. I knew this T-Shirt I bought at her concert would come in handy. Again easy and quick. My two middle names.
Goodbye October!
Stacey
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Day 16 of October
Tomorrow is Halloween.....whoooo.... I miss when my kids were little and we would go out. I don't miss when they were teenagers, and I'd worry when they went out.
I'm still pondering the PPP - password preservation problem......
Today is about my Kobo. I'm not sure if I mentioned this problem before, but I'm at the same crossroads once again. I bought my Kobo a year or so ago, when I was leaving on my train trip for Halifax. (I think) Anyway I've read quite a few books on my Kobo (a few bad, but most good) One of my original disappointments was I would receive all these coupons for 15% or 20% off my next book. So I started making a list of books I like to read (I usually only buy fiction for my Kobo) Then when I received a coupon, I would pick the next book I wanted to read and apply the coupon. No chance. Seems many publishers state that the Kobo coupons are not allowed on their books (They assure me there are some books that allow it, but not books I've picked out) So that was fine. I wrote to Kobo/Chapters/Indigo and complained and told them not to send me anymore emails. I still have my list of books I want, and it's getting longer - and I go online to find out, the new, hard cover books are only actually a couple dollars more than if I were to buy it on Kobo. I'm also at a stage in my life (old) that I don't want to hang onto a bunch of books, so once I have read them, I like to share them or give them to people to read and pass on. Thus here is the dilema........I'd be curious to hear from anyone that has a positive response right now for owning the Kobo. Like I said, when I took my train trip, I didn't have to carry a book around (just a Kobo and a charger) Before I had a Kobo I was convinced it was a silly piece of technology. Then my friend had one, and it seemed cool, and so I bought one. Then it was even cooler, and I tried to convince everyone they should get it. Now..... is this what they call a traitor?
On a much more serious note, I came across this quote that my cousin posted on facebook. I had been questioning exactly what a miracle was, and this showed up. Wow..... blew me away. Love you Ashley and Patrick..... two of the best things ever given to me.
Stacey
I'm still pondering the PPP - password preservation problem......
Today is about my Kobo. I'm not sure if I mentioned this problem before, but I'm at the same crossroads once again. I bought my Kobo a year or so ago, when I was leaving on my train trip for Halifax. (I think) Anyway I've read quite a few books on my Kobo (a few bad, but most good) One of my original disappointments was I would receive all these coupons for 15% or 20% off my next book. So I started making a list of books I like to read (I usually only buy fiction for my Kobo) Then when I received a coupon, I would pick the next book I wanted to read and apply the coupon. No chance. Seems many publishers state that the Kobo coupons are not allowed on their books (They assure me there are some books that allow it, but not books I've picked out) So that was fine. I wrote to Kobo/Chapters/Indigo and complained and told them not to send me anymore emails. I still have my list of books I want, and it's getting longer - and I go online to find out, the new, hard cover books are only actually a couple dollars more than if I were to buy it on Kobo. I'm also at a stage in my life (old) that I don't want to hang onto a bunch of books, so once I have read them, I like to share them or give them to people to read and pass on. Thus here is the dilema........I'd be curious to hear from anyone that has a positive response right now for owning the Kobo. Like I said, when I took my train trip, I didn't have to carry a book around (just a Kobo and a charger) Before I had a Kobo I was convinced it was a silly piece of technology. Then my friend had one, and it seemed cool, and so I bought one. Then it was even cooler, and I tried to convince everyone they should get it. Now..... is this what they call a traitor?
On a much more serious note, I came across this quote that my cousin posted on facebook. I had been questioning exactly what a miracle was, and this showed up. Wow..... blew me away. Love you Ashley and Patrick..... two of the best things ever given to me.
Stacey
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Day 15 of October
Today is a day about remembering. Or in my case....not remembering. I am so embarrassed, I am not even going to mention the actual incident, but lets just say, I put something away and when I couldn't find it, I was sure it must have been stolen. Every once in a awhile I would get a little nudge in my brain that maybe I put it somewhere.....but they my CSI brain would kick in and I'd examine the facts and try to convince my self that no, it must have been stolen. When I explained the situation to a good friend, she gave me some advice....retrace your steps. And here in lies the problem.... I couldn't remember them. I think I did this, but did I do that on that day, and why would I do the stupid original problem in the first place. I know this sounds confusing,,,, but lets just say, in the middle of the night, out of the blue, i remembered, and the misplace item was found. Now, I promise I will never laugh at anyone ever again for forgetting something.... unless of course I forget.....
That brings us to my next dilema. Passwords.....I have so many... passwords for banking, passwords for my blog, passwords for my I-pad, passwords for Facebook, passwords for my apps on my I-pad, and of course the list goes on and on and on. What happens when I wake up one day and I can't remember a darn one. There was a show yesterday that talked about most common mistakes people make on setting up passwords, and I'm proud to say, I don't have easy ones to figure out..... So I'm trying to set up something, somewhere to list my passwords and keep it private. But then of course I would need another password to access that. I have determined that the reason I can remember all my passwords now, is because I don't have to remember phone numbers. With the technology today, as long as I have my cell phone, or caller ID on my house phone, I can contact anybody. The sad part of this scenario, I can't even remember the phone number to my sister, and when people ask me my number, it's take alot of retrieving time from my brain to remember it.
Although it is a wintery day outsite, it is a beautiful one. I have a girlfriend (she knows who she is) who takes wonderful pictures. I can't wait to see what she captures with her camera today!!!!!
Moral of the day.....keep your mind active because like the rest of your body, it is a muscle that needs to be exercised.
Stacey
That brings us to my next dilema. Passwords.....I have so many... passwords for banking, passwords for my blog, passwords for my I-pad, passwords for Facebook, passwords for my apps on my I-pad, and of course the list goes on and on and on. What happens when I wake up one day and I can't remember a darn one. There was a show yesterday that talked about most common mistakes people make on setting up passwords, and I'm proud to say, I don't have easy ones to figure out..... So I'm trying to set up something, somewhere to list my passwords and keep it private. But then of course I would need another password to access that. I have determined that the reason I can remember all my passwords now, is because I don't have to remember phone numbers. With the technology today, as long as I have my cell phone, or caller ID on my house phone, I can contact anybody. The sad part of this scenario, I can't even remember the phone number to my sister, and when people ask me my number, it's take alot of retrieving time from my brain to remember it.
Although it is a wintery day outsite, it is a beautiful one. I have a girlfriend (she knows who she is) who takes wonderful pictures. I can't wait to see what she captures with her camera today!!!!!
Moral of the day.....keep your mind active because like the rest of your body, it is a muscle that needs to be exercised.
Stacey
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Day 14 of October
You would think that after 13 days of holiday information, I wouldn't have much more to talk about for awhile......... Well then it snowed.
This is my first official pity party of the fall/winter.
I'd officially like to invite all the neighbours because I think they should love me after the grand gesture I did for them last night.
First of all, it's October 23rd, and so it's not that unusual to have a big snow fall this time of year. We had a little bit yesterday and then last night it came down.
I was in bed early, around 9:00ish to read my book by my wonderful light. I'm reading an autobiography of Gloria Vanderbuilt. (I can see why Anderson Cooper was embarrassed to help edit some of his mom's books) Anyway, Bill is downstairs watching TV, whateve scary show he has PVR, or DVD's or is on some cable channel. He comes upstairs, goes in the kitchen and kindly puts the dishes away (from the counter, not the dishwasher) I'm pretty sure he does not have a quiet button anywhere on his body - trust me, I asked. Then he walks into the bedroom at 10:00 (this is at night, remember), looks out the back window, sees all this snow and decides he should go outside to blow the snow away (with his new snow/leaf/pests/anything not nailed down - blower) I remind him that it's ten o'clock at night. He's pretty sure the neighbors are still awake. I finally convince him that it is too late, and if I were trying to go to sleep (which I was), I'd be annoyed at a stupid neighbor. Plus the golf course is closed now, so he couldn't even blame it on the golf course workers. Fine, he says, he'll do it in the morning. Well someone got a good night sleep, so he didn't wake up until 6:30 am (that's late for him) and of course there is no time to blow snow. I tell him to leave it and I'll do it. (I'm pretending this part didn't happen, but he said, just to do my section of driveway!!!!)
I finally pull myself out of bed at 8:30 and figure treadmill vs driveway - I don't have the energy to do both. Driveway needs to be done. Then my OCD sets in and I can't leave a little here and a little there.
Remember three car garage, 5 family vehicles, and I only drive one vehicle and park the same place each time...... 45 minutes later, I'm done (not the prettiest job, but clear enough) And besides, it's still snowing.
Here is the icing on the cake. The daughter phones at 7:30 am this morning, on her way to work. She hasn't been home since Thursday night, but will be home tonight. She's sitting in traffic on Glenmore Trail. She's wondering if I (yes me) can help her put on her winter tires tonight! Apparently I offered to help her once (I must have been drunk) So how bad do we really need groceries today?
K, pity party is over, work to do, bed to make and shower after that wonderful workout! (play along)
5 months til spring!
Stacey
This is my first official pity party of the fall/winter.
I'd officially like to invite all the neighbours because I think they should love me after the grand gesture I did for them last night.
First of all, it's October 23rd, and so it's not that unusual to have a big snow fall this time of year. We had a little bit yesterday and then last night it came down.
I was in bed early, around 9:00ish to read my book by my wonderful light. I'm reading an autobiography of Gloria Vanderbuilt. (I can see why Anderson Cooper was embarrassed to help edit some of his mom's books) Anyway, Bill is downstairs watching TV, whateve scary show he has PVR, or DVD's or is on some cable channel. He comes upstairs, goes in the kitchen and kindly puts the dishes away (from the counter, not the dishwasher) I'm pretty sure he does not have a quiet button anywhere on his body - trust me, I asked. Then he walks into the bedroom at 10:00 (this is at night, remember), looks out the back window, sees all this snow and decides he should go outside to blow the snow away (with his new snow/leaf/pests/anything not nailed down - blower) I remind him that it's ten o'clock at night. He's pretty sure the neighbors are still awake. I finally convince him that it is too late, and if I were trying to go to sleep (which I was), I'd be annoyed at a stupid neighbor. Plus the golf course is closed now, so he couldn't even blame it on the golf course workers. Fine, he says, he'll do it in the morning. Well someone got a good night sleep, so he didn't wake up until 6:30 am (that's late for him) and of course there is no time to blow snow. I tell him to leave it and I'll do it. (I'm pretending this part didn't happen, but he said, just to do my section of driveway!!!!)
I finally pull myself out of bed at 8:30 and figure treadmill vs driveway - I don't have the energy to do both. Driveway needs to be done. Then my OCD sets in and I can't leave a little here and a little there.
Remember three car garage, 5 family vehicles, and I only drive one vehicle and park the same place each time...... 45 minutes later, I'm done (not the prettiest job, but clear enough) And besides, it's still snowing.
Here is the icing on the cake. The daughter phones at 7:30 am this morning, on her way to work. She hasn't been home since Thursday night, but will be home tonight. She's sitting in traffic on Glenmore Trail. She's wondering if I (yes me) can help her put on her winter tires tonight! Apparently I offered to help her once (I must have been drunk) So how bad do we really need groceries today?
K, pity party is over, work to do, bed to make and shower after that wonderful workout! (play along)
5 months til spring!
Stacey
Monday, October 22, 2012
Day 13 of October
LA, Disneyland, San Francisco, Vancouver, Victoria, Madonna Vacations
(con't and concluded)
I almost forgot the ending to the story.
So we wake up, Monday, October 1st. Great memories of the Madonna concert. I loved the vacation, but I'm looking forward to getting home for a holiday.
Bill finishes up a bit of work on his computer and I pop downstairs to the continental breakfast; one of the best this entire trip, I might add.
We return our car to the Vancouver Airport rental car and head to our terminal. There was a slight delay of the plane coming from Calgary (hopefully not due to bad weather). By now the terminal is quite crowded, and the conversations are all starting to sound the same (were you at the concert last night; where were your seats) Seems everyone knew everyone, and everyone was at the Madonna concernt. Finally our plane arrives in Vancouver and after a quick clean (lets go with that belief) we board our plane. I just get to my seat in the back of the plane when I realize I have left my plastic bag with all my trinkets in it. I must have been so anxious to get going home that I left it in the terminal where we were sitting (snoozing). So as the plane continues to load, I am making my way against people traffic to the front of the plane. I promise I will never complain about somebody else doing this again. I just kept hoping my Madonna t-shirts were still there. The flight attendant (male) asked who was holding up his line. I yelled out "just me!" I made it off with only a few disgruntle looks. I ran back to our seats, and with relief my MDNA bag was still sitting in the same spot I had left it. So I sheepishly got in the back of the line and with a long explanation to the lady taking tickets, was able to board the plane again. The same flight attendant was at the door to greet me and I asked if he was still willing to let me board. He graciously said yes and hoped I had found what I was looking for. When I explained it was my Madonna T-shirts, he was excited and even more excited when I informed him that the plane was probably filled with many Madonna concert goers. Sure enough, as we were preparing for take off, he asked if anyone on board had attended the concert. I'm willing to bet that at least 80 percent of the people on the flight had been to at least one of the Vancouver concerts (she had two nights)
The rest of the flight was quiet in comparison, and when I awoke, we were making our landing into Calgary. As soon as we touched down, the same flight attendant got on the microphone and started singing his favorite Madonna tune (Material Girl). I think the crowd was tired, because it took us a while to realize what he was doing. What a great ending to a great holilday.
Ben picked us up at the airport; got home to an excited Maya; green lawn; fridge full of dead food; Bill off to get in his last week of golf and eventually lots and lots of laundry (just ours).
THE END
Well, I'm not back into the real world; it's October 22nd (exactly three weeks since we've been home) and the grass is no longer green. White with snow already. I'm sure this isn't the beginning of our long winter, but it sure does make you wish for spring again.
Stacey
(con't and concluded)
I almost forgot the ending to the story.
So we wake up, Monday, October 1st. Great memories of the Madonna concert. I loved the vacation, but I'm looking forward to getting home for a holiday.
Bill finishes up a bit of work on his computer and I pop downstairs to the continental breakfast; one of the best this entire trip, I might add.
We return our car to the Vancouver Airport rental car and head to our terminal. There was a slight delay of the plane coming from Calgary (hopefully not due to bad weather). By now the terminal is quite crowded, and the conversations are all starting to sound the same (were you at the concert last night; where were your seats) Seems everyone knew everyone, and everyone was at the Madonna concernt. Finally our plane arrives in Vancouver and after a quick clean (lets go with that belief) we board our plane. I just get to my seat in the back of the plane when I realize I have left my plastic bag with all my trinkets in it. I must have been so anxious to get going home that I left it in the terminal where we were sitting (snoozing). So as the plane continues to load, I am making my way against people traffic to the front of the plane. I promise I will never complain about somebody else doing this again. I just kept hoping my Madonna t-shirts were still there. The flight attendant (male) asked who was holding up his line. I yelled out "just me!" I made it off with only a few disgruntle looks. I ran back to our seats, and with relief my MDNA bag was still sitting in the same spot I had left it. So I sheepishly got in the back of the line and with a long explanation to the lady taking tickets, was able to board the plane again. The same flight attendant was at the door to greet me and I asked if he was still willing to let me board. He graciously said yes and hoped I had found what I was looking for. When I explained it was my Madonna T-shirts, he was excited and even more excited when I informed him that the plane was probably filled with many Madonna concert goers. Sure enough, as we were preparing for take off, he asked if anyone on board had attended the concert. I'm willing to bet that at least 80 percent of the people on the flight had been to at least one of the Vancouver concerts (she had two nights)
The rest of the flight was quiet in comparison, and when I awoke, we were making our landing into Calgary. As soon as we touched down, the same flight attendant got on the microphone and started singing his favorite Madonna tune (Material Girl). I think the crowd was tired, because it took us a while to realize what he was doing. What a great ending to a great holilday.
Ben picked us up at the airport; got home to an excited Maya; green lawn; fridge full of dead food; Bill off to get in his last week of golf and eventually lots and lots of laundry (just ours).
THE END
Well, I'm not back into the real world; it's October 22nd (exactly three weeks since we've been home) and the grass is no longer green. White with snow already. I'm sure this isn't the beginning of our long winter, but it sure does make you wish for spring again.
Stacey
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Day 12 of October
LA, Disneyland, San Francisco, Vancouver, Victoria, Madonna Vacation
(con't)
Sunday morning, up with the larks, I think I'll take a walk in the park, hey, hey, hey it's a beautiful day. Ok, not a Madonna song, but it sure fits with the weather in Victoria. Had a much more restful sleep last night. The bed was softer, thanks to the foam cover; and the room was warmer, thanks to a working furnace. Not sure what time Patrick returned from the University last night, but he crashed on the couch in his room so it was a little noisy in the morning (snoring echoing everywhere)
Bill went for his usual workout and I packed up our suitcases once more. With a hug and a kiss goodbye we were on our way back to Vancouver. We managed to catch the 12:00 ferry without having to wait too long. This time I did stay in the car to snooze while Bill headed up deck to check out the view. With the help of our friend GPS we headed to our next hotel. I'm pretty sure we didn't go the direct route, and I was actually getting a little nervous when we drove through a couple of industrial areas. But it turns out this hotel in Vancouver was the best hotel of our entire trip (family homes excluded). It was the Days Inn, Vancouver Metro. I booked this particular hotel for a couple of reasons. One, it was centrally located in the middle between the airport and Rogers Place (where Madonna was playing). Two, it was only one of a handful of hotels that hadn't tripled their price because of the Madonna concert. Once we arrived, we discovered that we were a few blocks (ok, maybe 10) from the Sky Train. For the cost of $2.50 (a deal on Sundays) we could take the train directly to the Rogers Place. The registar at the hotel was very helpful, and if I had to find a hotel to stay at again, I would chose this over and over. When she found out we were going to the Madonna concert, she mentioned that quite a few guests were also going. Someone else must have done their research too.
We headed up to our room, which was comfortable, cozy and clean. There wasn't a lot of time for relaxing. We decided to head out early and eat before leaving for the concert. Our hotel was located in what looked like a mini Little Saigon, so we headed for noodles. Supper didn't take as long as we thought, so when we arrived at the Rogers center, we were a bit early. Bill decided to snooze on a bench and I spent the time people watching. I couldn't believe the number of scalpers. I even got to see a police bust go down. After listening to the scalpers explain the story (cause they are so reliable) I was starting to feel sorry for the guy who was being taken down. Turns out he just got a ticket for jaywalking.
So the doors open for the 8:00 concert and our seats are amazing.
Rumours were going around that Madonna would be late. I guess people aren't used to opening acts in Vancouver. It's not that Madonna was late, she just had a DJ opening for her. I quite enjoyed him; Bill was getting a little tired of him after an hour and a half. Of course we spent a lot of time people watching while the stage was being reset for Madonna.
I lost track of the costume changes, but she wasn't off stage for very long. I can honestly say that is the best concert I have been too. But when Madonna is done, she is done. There wasn't really any encores, but there were a couple of times you thought it might be over and she would be back out. But when the concernt was done, the lights were on and the stage hands had the stage coming apart pretty fast.
I was tired from just standing all night, can you imagine how tired Madonna and her dancers were..... So we headed to the sky train to get back to the hotel and admire my Madonna T-Shirt. Worth it - quality wise no, memory wise - yes.
Hotel for 1 night $59.00, sky train cost 10.00, Madonna T-shirt $40.00, continental breakfast - free; Madonna concert - priceless. Thanks to Ashley and Patrick for the tickets.
(con't)
Sunday morning, up with the larks, I think I'll take a walk in the park, hey, hey, hey it's a beautiful day. Ok, not a Madonna song, but it sure fits with the weather in Victoria. Had a much more restful sleep last night. The bed was softer, thanks to the foam cover; and the room was warmer, thanks to a working furnace. Not sure what time Patrick returned from the University last night, but he crashed on the couch in his room so it was a little noisy in the morning (snoring echoing everywhere)
Bill went for his usual workout and I packed up our suitcases once more. With a hug and a kiss goodbye we were on our way back to Vancouver. We managed to catch the 12:00 ferry without having to wait too long. This time I did stay in the car to snooze while Bill headed up deck to check out the view. With the help of our friend GPS we headed to our next hotel. I'm pretty sure we didn't go the direct route, and I was actually getting a little nervous when we drove through a couple of industrial areas. But it turns out this hotel in Vancouver was the best hotel of our entire trip (family homes excluded). It was the Days Inn, Vancouver Metro. I booked this particular hotel for a couple of reasons. One, it was centrally located in the middle between the airport and Rogers Place (where Madonna was playing). Two, it was only one of a handful of hotels that hadn't tripled their price because of the Madonna concert. Once we arrived, we discovered that we were a few blocks (ok, maybe 10) from the Sky Train. For the cost of $2.50 (a deal on Sundays) we could take the train directly to the Rogers Place. The registar at the hotel was very helpful, and if I had to find a hotel to stay at again, I would chose this over and over. When she found out we were going to the Madonna concert, she mentioned that quite a few guests were also going. Someone else must have done their research too.
We headed up to our room, which was comfortable, cozy and clean. There wasn't a lot of time for relaxing. We decided to head out early and eat before leaving for the concert. Our hotel was located in what looked like a mini Little Saigon, so we headed for noodles. Supper didn't take as long as we thought, so when we arrived at the Rogers center, we were a bit early. Bill decided to snooze on a bench and I spent the time people watching. I couldn't believe the number of scalpers. I even got to see a police bust go down. After listening to the scalpers explain the story (cause they are so reliable) I was starting to feel sorry for the guy who was being taken down. Turns out he just got a ticket for jaywalking.
(big hair)
(big nose)
(big egos)
And then she arrived - and boy did she arrive. I may not agree with all that is Madonna, but the lady can put on a show. My favorite number was when she brought in the marching band - from the sky.
I was tired from just standing all night, can you imagine how tired Madonna and her dancers were..... So we headed to the sky train to get back to the hotel and admire my Madonna T-Shirt. Worth it - quality wise no, memory wise - yes.
Hotel for 1 night $59.00, sky train cost 10.00, Madonna T-shirt $40.00, continental breakfast - free; Madonna concert - priceless. Thanks to Ashley and Patrick for the tickets.
Day 11 of October
We interrupt this holiday blog for, well just because I can.
It's 7:30ish in the morning, and I'm sitting here doing my best to shrug off this "fight or flight" feeling. Now I know it is an anxious moment, anxiety attack per say; but I can honestly say I actually feel the "fight or flight feeling. The problem is I'm not sure what I'm trying to fight or flee from, and here in lies the problem. I'm thinking about my day and I looking forward to everything in the day. I'm at playschool with the kids this morning (a fun part of the week); no card stores to do during the day, so I can come home and nap if I need to; I'm starting a water class with a great friend tonight - and I'm wishing it was sooner; Bill doesn't need supper tonight as he has a late lunch; Ashley won't be home tonight so I don't need to make her supper. You know these things would be much easier to diagnose if there were actual problems or issues for me to see.
I wish I could strap some fancy medical device to me right now so I could measure everything - blood pressure,(because isn't that what every doctor checks first) heart rate,(because my heart feels like it is beating a mile a minute) brain waves (especially the brain waves), head pressure (because my head feels like it wants to explode) heck, I might as well give a urine sample too, cause I always have to pee!
K, I'm going to go and lay my head down for 15 minutes, and I know with time it will pass.
Think of this short blog as a commercial for the next holiday blog - before M A D O N N A.
(Thankfully, the sense of humor or sarcasism is still in tact) or is it
Stacey
It's 7:30ish in the morning, and I'm sitting here doing my best to shrug off this "fight or flight" feeling. Now I know it is an anxious moment, anxiety attack per say; but I can honestly say I actually feel the "fight or flight feeling. The problem is I'm not sure what I'm trying to fight or flee from, and here in lies the problem. I'm thinking about my day and I looking forward to everything in the day. I'm at playschool with the kids this morning (a fun part of the week); no card stores to do during the day, so I can come home and nap if I need to; I'm starting a water class with a great friend tonight - and I'm wishing it was sooner; Bill doesn't need supper tonight as he has a late lunch; Ashley won't be home tonight so I don't need to make her supper. You know these things would be much easier to diagnose if there were actual problems or issues for me to see.
I wish I could strap some fancy medical device to me right now so I could measure everything - blood pressure,(because isn't that what every doctor checks first) heart rate,(because my heart feels like it is beating a mile a minute) brain waves (especially the brain waves), head pressure (because my head feels like it wants to explode) heck, I might as well give a urine sample too, cause I always have to pee!
K, I'm going to go and lay my head down for 15 minutes, and I know with time it will pass.
Think of this short blog as a commercial for the next holiday blog - before M A D O N N A.
(Thankfully, the sense of humor or sarcasism is still in tact) or is it
Stacey
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