Over the summer I (with my doctor's advice and support, of course!) decided to lower my antidepressant dose. We had plenty of reasons to think this was a good idea. I STILL think it was a good idea. But the reality is not so great. I am not feeling perky. I cried for hours yesterday, for no apparent reason. I've been foul, cranky, and miserable. I'm really hoping that my sunlamp will help with all of this. Now that it's fall, I'm back to sitting in front of the light, soaking in the happy thoughts every morning.
If my current mood wasn't enough, I also just found out that my pills have been found to cause possibly fatal heart arrhythmia. THAT'S not good! So I'll probably be changing types. Arghhh!!! Any advice? Things to be wary of? Certain meds that have worked well for you? Personally, I'm looking for a magic pill that will make my mood soar, my fat melt away, and my body morph into a Victoria Secret's dream. Also, I'd like to be paid $1000 every day that I take the pill. Any ideas?!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
The dog
She ate my glasses. Scratched one lens to bits, popped the other one out of the frame, and ATE half of it. I happen to LIKE my glasses, since they are necessary for seeing, and other such things.
She destroyed the lawn mower. She chewed through an electrical cord on it, and now I'd only ask Hubby to mow the lawn if he was really getting on my nerves and deserved electrocution.
She removed the bottom of a dining room chair. Chewed the foamy part right out, and spread it all over the house. And when we duct taped it back together, and covered it with Tabasco sauce, she tasted it and smeared bright orange Tabasco all over the carpet.
The bathroom garbage is like her own personal vending machine. Toilet paper rolls! Used q-tips! YUMM!!!
She thinks the cat is her own personal pet, given to her to terrorize. Poor Scipio.
Fortunately, there is also a lot of love there.
I wear expensive bras. Gravity defying, reinforced with NASA type material, lined with pure gold expensive bras. Lucy thinks they are the best thing for flinging around the house, cups flapping around her ears, underwires stabbing out through the teeth holes.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
camping, the extended version
So, I attempted camping again. Maybe I'm wrong, but I suspect the Camping Gods are trying to send me a message.
My good friend Cheri decided to host a girl's night at our favourite campground, in her fifth wheel. We call it the Taj Mahal. True camping happens in a tent, with an outhouse if you're lucky. The Taj has two bathrooms, a big TV, full kitchen, two bedrooms....it's the way to camp, trust me.
Sara and I drove out to meet up with Cheri on Thursday night. It was a great drive, in Sara's happy new car. The rain had started, but we figured a little rain wouldn't hurt us! We are tough chicks! (Yes, we were in a cute little white car, with a teeny little white doggie, headed to the Taj Mahal of camping...but tough!!)
Everything went well until we were on the long dirt road to the campground. The rain had turned it into a long mud road. The little car slid and slipped, and it felt a lot like riding a slip 'n slide. Puppy was whining. We should have listened to her.
We made it to the campsite, and all was well. Cheri's idea of camping food is amazing....she made us quinoa, and rouladen filled with asparagus. Yummy!! For dessert, strawberries and mascarpone on shortbread. Double yummy!
After a movie and some wine, we all settled in for a good sleep, listening to the rain on the roof. Ahhhh.....great life!
The next morning, Sara answered a knock at the door (in her cupcake jammies!!!) to bad news. The road had been washed out. As in, we were trapped in the campground. Possibly for a week or more. With no cell phone service, one change of clothes, a deck of cards, and enough food and wine to keep us happy for a month.
Sara and Cheri hiked the 6 km to see the damage, and came back shaken. The road was gone for approximately 300 m. Where there should have been gravel and road was now a fast moving creek. The banks were continually caving in.
Nothing kills a camping mood faster than finding out you CAN'T leave. All three of us became very twitchy, very fast. Fortunately, we are great friends, so there was no bloodshed. And did I mention the wine?!
The second night, we played cards and talked the way only women do. Some topics we covered:
-best sweat pants
-pubic trimming trends
-honesty in friendship
-relationships -the good, the bad, the ugly
-favourite hummus flavours
-karma
We also got it into our heads that we NEEDED to go check on the road situation, and Cheri seemed certain that perhaps, just maybe, her Beloved would be waiting on the other side of the Great Divide, ready to rescue us. Sara (our sober friend!) gamely drove us out through the mud and rain to see what progress had been made on repairing the road.
Nothing.
No progress.
No road crews.
No knight in shining armour on a white horse.
Cheri took this all very personally. She raged at the government, the road crews, the highway department, and the campground caretaker. She was truly a woman to be reckoned with. Sara, for some insane reason, tried to explain rationally why we might not see repair crews out at 10 pm in the rain. She pointed out that the knight in shining armour would have no way of knowing we expected him at that precise moment. She pointed out the mud, the rain, the deteriorating weather. Nothing could sway Cheri from her belief that the world was conspiring against her.
We went back to the Taj and crawled into bed, convinced that we were now camping for the long term.
The next morning, our luck changed. Yay! Other campers had gone to check on things, and the road! It was being built! Highway workers were saying "Everyone should be out THIS AFTERNOON!!" Woo hoo!!!!
We packed everything up, super fast, and got totally excited and worked up to leave....and then we sat. And sat. And sat, until 4 pm, when we finally got into the little white car and headed home. The highway workers followed us out in their truck, which seemed ridiculous until we saw the road....the temporary road was fabulous (apparently it would last until the next rainfall, but no later) but the muddy section was beyond belief. There was a grader pushing it all off to one side, but for most of the road we were just sliding around, hoping to stay out of the ditch. The little car has little tires (imagine!) and the mud was scraping the bottom of the car. Sara was a very brave driver, and we just pretended we were in some sort of mud bog competition. When we finally made the highway, Sara wanted to kiss the ground, but we were too tired.
I like camping, I really do. But I think I'm done for this summer.
My good friend Cheri decided to host a girl's night at our favourite campground, in her fifth wheel. We call it the Taj Mahal. True camping happens in a tent, with an outhouse if you're lucky. The Taj has two bathrooms, a big TV, full kitchen, two bedrooms....it's the way to camp, trust me.
Sara and I drove out to meet up with Cheri on Thursday night. It was a great drive, in Sara's happy new car. The rain had started, but we figured a little rain wouldn't hurt us! We are tough chicks! (Yes, we were in a cute little white car, with a teeny little white doggie, headed to the Taj Mahal of camping...but tough!!)
Everything went well until we were on the long dirt road to the campground. The rain had turned it into a long mud road. The little car slid and slipped, and it felt a lot like riding a slip 'n slide. Puppy was whining. We should have listened to her.
We made it to the campsite, and all was well. Cheri's idea of camping food is amazing....she made us quinoa, and rouladen filled with asparagus. Yummy!! For dessert, strawberries and mascarpone on shortbread. Double yummy!
After a movie and some wine, we all settled in for a good sleep, listening to the rain on the roof. Ahhhh.....great life!
The next morning, Sara answered a knock at the door (in her cupcake jammies!!!) to bad news. The road had been washed out. As in, we were trapped in the campground. Possibly for a week or more. With no cell phone service, one change of clothes, a deck of cards, and enough food and wine to keep us happy for a month.
Sara and Cheri hiked the 6 km to see the damage, and came back shaken. The road was gone for approximately 300 m. Where there should have been gravel and road was now a fast moving creek. The banks were continually caving in.
Nothing kills a camping mood faster than finding out you CAN'T leave. All three of us became very twitchy, very fast. Fortunately, we are great friends, so there was no bloodshed. And did I mention the wine?!
The second night, we played cards and talked the way only women do. Some topics we covered:
-best sweat pants
-pubic trimming trends
-honesty in friendship
-relationships -the good, the bad, the ugly
-favourite hummus flavours
-karma
We also got it into our heads that we NEEDED to go check on the road situation, and Cheri seemed certain that perhaps, just maybe, her Beloved would be waiting on the other side of the Great Divide, ready to rescue us. Sara (our sober friend!) gamely drove us out through the mud and rain to see what progress had been made on repairing the road.
Nothing.
No progress.
No road crews.
No knight in shining armour on a white horse.
Cheri took this all very personally. She raged at the government, the road crews, the highway department, and the campground caretaker. She was truly a woman to be reckoned with. Sara, for some insane reason, tried to explain rationally why we might not see repair crews out at 10 pm in the rain. She pointed out that the knight in shining armour would have no way of knowing we expected him at that precise moment. She pointed out the mud, the rain, the deteriorating weather. Nothing could sway Cheri from her belief that the world was conspiring against her.
We went back to the Taj and crawled into bed, convinced that we were now camping for the long term.
The next morning, our luck changed. Yay! Other campers had gone to check on things, and the road! It was being built! Highway workers were saying "Everyone should be out THIS AFTERNOON!!" Woo hoo!!!!
We packed everything up, super fast, and got totally excited and worked up to leave....and then we sat. And sat. And sat, until 4 pm, when we finally got into the little white car and headed home. The highway workers followed us out in their truck, which seemed ridiculous until we saw the road....the temporary road was fabulous (apparently it would last until the next rainfall, but no later) but the muddy section was beyond belief. There was a grader pushing it all off to one side, but for most of the road we were just sliding around, hoping to stay out of the ditch. The little car has little tires (imagine!) and the mud was scraping the bottom of the car. Sara was a very brave driver, and we just pretended we were in some sort of mud bog competition. When we finally made the highway, Sara wanted to kiss the ground, but we were too tired.
I like camping, I really do. But I think I'm done for this summer.
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
Camping!
We went camping last week, and it was a blast. Well, most of it. There were a few moments....
Our friends Ken and Wendy found a perfect spot on the edge of a lake. Not in a campground, so there were no other campers around. Sheltered, pretty, and basically just enough room for a few families. Them, us, and Wendy's parents. Perfect! We set up our tent and proceeded to relax. The kids were in the lake, out of the lake, in the lake. The adults were enjoying some truly spectacular food and company. Even hearing a bear or two didn't dim our enthusiasm. I happen to LOVE camping...the fire, the visiting, the chilly noses in the morning...it's all good.
Unfortunately, this camping trip did not go so well. I woke up around midnight the first night to puke. And I continued to do so every few hours until morning. Puking at home is not fun. Puking while camping is a completely different level of Not Fun. Rolling off the air mattress, finding shoes, stumbling out of the tent and into the bushes....all with Lucy the Dog right on my heels.
The next morning we decided that it might be best if I went home. Hubby and the Terrors would continue the fun with our friends, and I would take Lucy and slink home to bed. Sad, but probably the best idea.
Hubby and Ken emptied the car for me, and slammed the trunk shut...on the keys. Specifically, on the button on the key that locks the car. Locking the car. With the keys safely inside.
Hmmmmm.....
Keys. In the car. Sick wife, outside the car.
Ken was very enthusiastic about bouncing on the back of the car, making the key click and the car honk (proving that yes, indeed, it was locked!).
How do these things happen???? And yes, if you know me in real life, I realize that they DON'T happen to just anyone, and that I have a special skill for the unlucky...
Luckily, Wendy's dad was going back into town for some propane, and offered to take me along. Great! But....the keys. They are in the car. The HOUSE KEY is in the car.
Since we regularly do stupid things, a number of our friends have house keys. I took Hubby's phone, and started calling around as soon as we got within cell range.
I'm very lucky Wendy's dad was willing to drive all over the place with a sick lady. He took me home, we picked up spare car keys, and back out to the lake I went.
Lucy and I finally made it home by 3:30. It was a long day of NOT camping, but at least we made some memories.
Our friends Ken and Wendy found a perfect spot on the edge of a lake. Not in a campground, so there were no other campers around. Sheltered, pretty, and basically just enough room for a few families. Them, us, and Wendy's parents. Perfect! We set up our tent and proceeded to relax. The kids were in the lake, out of the lake, in the lake. The adults were enjoying some truly spectacular food and company. Even hearing a bear or two didn't dim our enthusiasm. I happen to LOVE camping...the fire, the visiting, the chilly noses in the morning...it's all good.
Unfortunately, this camping trip did not go so well. I woke up around midnight the first night to puke. And I continued to do so every few hours until morning. Puking at home is not fun. Puking while camping is a completely different level of Not Fun. Rolling off the air mattress, finding shoes, stumbling out of the tent and into the bushes....all with Lucy the Dog right on my heels.
The next morning we decided that it might be best if I went home. Hubby and the Terrors would continue the fun with our friends, and I would take Lucy and slink home to bed. Sad, but probably the best idea.
Hubby and Ken emptied the car for me, and slammed the trunk shut...on the keys. Specifically, on the button on the key that locks the car. Locking the car. With the keys safely inside.
Hmmmmm.....
Keys. In the car. Sick wife, outside the car.
Ken was very enthusiastic about bouncing on the back of the car, making the key click and the car honk (proving that yes, indeed, it was locked!).
How do these things happen???? And yes, if you know me in real life, I realize that they DON'T happen to just anyone, and that I have a special skill for the unlucky...
Luckily, Wendy's dad was going back into town for some propane, and offered to take me along. Great! But....the keys. They are in the car. The HOUSE KEY is in the car.
Since we regularly do stupid things, a number of our friends have house keys. I took Hubby's phone, and started calling around as soon as we got within cell range.
I'm very lucky Wendy's dad was willing to drive all over the place with a sick lady. He took me home, we picked up spare car keys, and back out to the lake I went.
Lucy and I finally made it home by 3:30. It was a long day of NOT camping, but at least we made some memories.
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