Monthly Archive: April 2005

I’ve never really paid that much attention to the mentions of PCOS I’ve heard some friends talking about, as it was always tied to infertility, and since I have 2 healthy children and had no problem getting pregnant, I never looked it up to see what it was. After reading about thesidhe‘s experiences today, I had a DOH moment, and think I’m going to have to inquire further about some suspicions that have suddenly been raised. We had no plans tonight, or rather the ones we did have were cancelled, which equals out to the same thing. I have things...

Things I’m Thankful For Today: My ability to not drive off the road despite the fact that my attention is way too much on the greening leaves and not on what I’m doing A husband that automatically lifts his hands to rub my shoulders for a moment if I stand in front of him and turn around, even if he rolls his eyes first 2 children that do not have headlice, that clear their dishes wipe their placemats and push their chairs in after meals, that give good hugs Airplanes that deliver my loved ones safely home My menstrual flow...

You’re right, I can’t quit choir. Even after a hellacious half-week that has no apparent end in sight, and having to literally FORCE myself out the door and into the car, once I got there, it was worth it. New song: The Moon Waltz. *swoon* It’s so gorgeously dreamy it makes me tear up when we’re singing it. Tag min hand i din hand, tag mig med till sagans land, där skall jag gå med dig i älvadans trånande i månens glans I ditt sovande slott låt mig dricka himmels blått tills dess jag vet din ljuva hemlighet lär mig...

Work is crazy busy. I work so hard and concentrate so hard all day long, go go go that I come home completely wiped out. I am behind on everything. My house is dirty. I am tired and cranky and probably PMS’ing. I can’t get caught up, and I am feeling sorry for myself and not doing a very good job of snapping out of it. Despite all my attempts to cut down, cut back, say no, my calendar seems to be more full than ever. I’m considering dropping out of choir because it’s a weekly commitment. I’m already trying...

Mom and John are leaving in the morning. I feel like the last few days have been exactly like one of the roller coaster rides at Tivoli, which is where we were yesterday. I love Copenhagen in the spring! We headed over early on the train and got into Denmark about 10:30 a.m. The sun was shining in a blue, blue sky, but it was pretty chilly regardless. Anders and Martin had a Scout activity to attend so they met up with us later. Karin, Mom, John and I strolled out of the train station, crossed the street and went...

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz that’s the sound of this busy bee. I dragged John with me to Book group tonight, but we had fun. The woman whose house we were at lives out in the absolute boonies, and when she sent the directions, she described the roads as “windy” which I read as WIND-y as in air blowing hard. Everyone else read it as WIND-y, as in WINDING. Despite all the moose crossing warning signs, we did not see any moose. Bummer. Although I’ve been told that I do not want to see a moose while I’m driving as it usually...

My mom is sitting behind me as I type this, asking me what I’m doing, and randomly tossing out crossword questions that I don’t seem to know any of the answers to. An edible fungus, blank O P. Righetti’s forté. Some penguin that starts with A. She does this quite frequently, and when you’re reading, as I usually am, or my brother is, it can be distracting to the point of crazymaking. The word for girasol. 4 letters ending in L. And what would be ceramic blue? 5 letters? I would tell her to shut up but it’s amusing me...

Anders and I went to a parent meeting at the school this evening with all the rest of the parents of soon-to-be preschool kids who are starting “nollan” or “grade 0” as it’s commonly referred to. Karin is moving on up. They informed us that her class consists of 23 children…NINETEEN of which are boys. They are counting Karin among the 4 girls. Do you think we should warn them?

No matter how many times you go through it, the death of a beloved pet never fails to rip out your heart. My mom and brother got the news tonight that their dog (originally John’s but living with my mom for nearly 2 years after he moved to Germany) died last night at the kennel in Michigan. She was nearly 11, a beautiful rust and white husky with pale blue eyes and a smartass attitude. Akela, you’ll be sorely missed by our family.

Spring springity spring, spring! Sproing! Little dandelions have jumped up out of nowhere, the grass has sun freckles. The sky is a pure, peerless turquoise, but from the window I can see wispy cirrus clouds stealing over from the west. Our little garden out front is exploding, too. The lewisia and columbine are up, the stonecrop is coming, the sedum is rounded and shining. Pink and purple flowers already standing high from the polka-dotted-leafed plant whose name I can never remember. Anders and Martin were playing frisbee earlier but it’s too windy for that, really. Mom is making humpke soup,...