Archive for February, 2010

Memorable Valentine’s Day

For the first time, I set a post to “schedule,” i.e. post later than I was writing it. I thought I’d be doing something fun and memorable for Valentine’s Day but would want a little post of love to go up. It turns out that I was half right.

On Sunday afternoon, I had increasingly sharp pain in my abdomen, overwhelming nausea & vomiting, and made my husband take me to the emergency room. Good call, since I had an ovarian cyst that had grown to enormous proportions, swelling to reach from my right ovary up to my rib cage, twisting on itself & in danger of rupturing. We spent Sunday scared in the hospital, early, early Monday morning having surgery & the next 24 hours in the hospital recuperating.

I’m fine, truly – and grateful that we caught it when we did.

The real star of the story though, is my husband. Looking forward to his three days off (Sunday, Monday was a holiday & Tuesday was his regularly scheduled day off), he instead spent virtually every waking moment (and some sleeping ones as we napped together, scared and exhausted) with me. He held my hand when the pain was so bad that I could barely speak, squeezed my fingers when, after vomiting for so long, my veins were almost impossible to find & took 6 different pokes / prods to get, read a book out loud to me when I could barely keep my eyes open, helped me shower when I couldn’t do it alone, and has been the strongest, most solid person in this mess.

He brought me a dozen roses for Valentine’s Day (he always does), but the best gift that I received was the unwavering support through good times and bad¬†& the absolute assurance that I’m not in any of this alone. It might’ve taken an oversized cyst, scary emergency surgery, an incision the size of a c-section & two days in the hospital, but I have truly never felt more cherished & loved. Take THAT Valentine’s Day!


Current Loves

I really enjoy this Etsy shop full of jewelry made from recycled skateboards. Very Santa Cruz. (although they’re actually from Nova Scotia, I believe).

Netflix allows me to watch TV without worrying about commercials or paying for cable. I can’t help but enjoy that. I also like that, after several years of our viewing history, it has decided that my husband and I like romantic teen comedies, gritty crime dramas, shows with a strong female lead, and indie gay comedies. Pretty accurate, all in all.

I am in love with scarves & contemplating this one.

My wishlist has so many books just waiting to be purchased. I really enjoy wandering through bookstores, although I don’t enjoy paying full price for books. I take paper & a pen & write down all the titles that look interesting… and is just waiting for me to claim used books.

I also really love necklaces and have been coveting this one. This woman makes jewelry from broken china, which is awesome. However, it’s a bit pricy for my taste, so I’ll have to wait for it to go on sale.

I have been volunteering more and more at our local State Theatre & was asked to be on the board of the local Film Society (which hosts classic films monthly at the theatre). Geeky? Perhaps. Regardless, I love old black & white movies, and now I’m a part of bringing them to my local town, so I feel pretty in love with that idea.

I feel so strongly about giving back to your community, and there’s a project in my own town that encourages volunteering. Every 6 months or so, they have a day of volunteering – cleaning up the city, building homes, helping the elderly, giving your time & energy to tons of different projects in our area. I hadn’t heard about it before, but I’m set to volunteer at the next one. What a great way to spend a Saturday!

Pet Peeve

Pet peeve – students who cry for ridiculous reasons

I want to say, “Listen, you are in THIRD GRADE. None of your peers cry. It is no longer socially acceptable for you to cry & your peers are judging you. Not to be harsh, but it’s true. Additionally, you are crying because you got crayon on your desk. Really? REALLY? That is ridiculous. Man up!”


Current Loves

Here are some things that I am finding particularly enchanting:

Yes, that’s the Loch Ness Monster to hang on your wall in this woman’s art – feltidermy. The cute, it’s overwhelming here. She has more traditional fare as well as slightly wackier creatures.

I am a sucker for rainbow-colored things, even though these pancakes sparked a heated debate over giving your child food that doesn’t look natural. (My take: As an occasional treat, I think it’s fine. I am amused that people think someone would offer his/her child these every morning. Too much work!)

In that same vein, this rainbow cake is hugely impressive. I like the whole rainbow party idea (follow the link for the balloon shot). Lovely!

I have been listening to this mix over & over. Oh, you recipients of my occasional mix CDs are certain to have some of these songs on the next one. So well done!

I am digging this woman’s collections, which she is posting one per day for 2010. Slightly offbeat, definitely unique, they’re a daily smile for me.

I reread the whole Terrible Yellow Eyes installment & just fell in love again. It was such a neat project. I am almost glad that it ended because how could they keep up the variety of mediums & quality of work for more than a year. What an amazing show.


10 Reasons My Husband is Great

  1. On his days off, he cooks ridiculously complex French meals. We had lobster thermadore on Sunday.
  2. If I sing part of a line to a song, he’ll finish it for me.
  3. He always, always opens the door for me & holds the door of the car. Old-fashioned? Perhaps, but it makes me feel cherished.
  4. If I’m doing something, he’ll get me a snack or a drink just as a matter of course.
  5. He sends me silly text messages throughout the day.
  6. He carries 409 with him at work so that, if he steps in dog poop, he can clean his shoes RIGHT AWAY.
  7. He always praises my baking.
  8. He is gentle & kind with my mother.
  9. He does all of our laundry & dishes, and he always takes the garbage out.
  10. In eight years, not a day has gone by that he hasn’t told me he loves me.