Thanks B…I think.

I was tagged by Silly Old Bear today, so you might say this is an obligatory post…

All right, here are the rules.

  1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
  2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
  3. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
  4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
  5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment on their blog telling them they’re tagged, and you read their blog.

**Please be warned, some of the information would be classified as TMI. **

That said, here we go:

1. My huband is my first lover.  He will be my last lover. *ahem*

2. I did not intend to give birth to any children, only adopt. (you’ve heard I have given birth to three little girls, right?)

3. I have sex toys hidden on a high shelf in my closet. (I hide them from the girls, not my DH)

4. On occasion, I have to re-wash laundry that sat for too long in the washer…

5. I have never given anyone (including my DH) a ‘happy ending’ after a massage 🙂

6.  My clothing is arranged in rainbow colors in my walk-in closet (RoyG.Biv)

7. My personal motto: Never put off until tomorrow what you can put off until the day after tomorrow! 😉

8. I am the only person in my house who knows how to load a dishwasher correctly.

Now I’m need to decide who I want to  hate me the most know more about:

1. Blue Sloth

2. Latte Man

3. DaPoppins

4. Sugar Mommy

5. Spilt Milk

6. Motherhood Project

7. Zhook

8. PixieMom

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Ho hum…still recovering

Okay. Update on my healing: My doc may pride himself on closing up the incisions with entirely internal sutures, but my body needed to have a word with him. After two and a half weeks of watching my new breasts open at the seams, my doctor decided to clean up the wounds and restitch me at the seams. Only on the right side. Six stitches on the inside that will eventually dissolve, and nine standard  sutures on the outside. Believe it or not, at one point during the stitching, I actually requested a hand held mirror to watch my doctor at work. He quickly told me that he’d never had that particular request before. In reality, there were no mirrors in the room. You can bet I rushed home to see the new stitches under all the bandages, though! I will be healed up enough to begin practicing massage therapy on June 1, 2007. Enough said!

Thanks to all my readers who’ve been holding good thoughts for me.  After June 1,  you cqan schedule your one-hour relaxation massage with me!
 Don’t know how old this one is, but thought it still relevant.

  1. Tumor :: NY Giants player Amani (Toomer)
  2. Bunch :: Brady (I know that shows my age)
  3. Gratitude :: Journal (thank you Oprah!)
  4. Feel alive :: young at heart
  5. Connect :: the dots
  6. Temptation :: cannot be resisted – by me anyway…
  7. Brighten:: liven up!
  8. Jewelry :: pearl necklace 😉
  9. Tough :: as nails!
  10. Harmless :: as a mouse

Subliminal Lunanina: Unconscious Mutterings

Okay. I’m still here, but…

I’m still bandaged, uncomfortable, on pain medication occasionally, unable to tell you what my new ‘size’ is for a few more weeks.  I am also thrilled with my new breasts!  For years I have suffered shoulder discomfort and backaches and have been putting off this surgery.  The first question is “Why wait so long?”  I can respond without hesitation: I wanted to be able to nurse my babies which was not guaranteed after such surgery.  Period.  The second question is: “Why now?”  I  find it more difficult to answer that question:  This was the opportunity that I saw: my daughters are all old enough to have a basic understanding of the surgery and are growing in their independence, my husband supported my decision to have the surgery,  my insurance offered to pick up the tab for such an expensive surgery.  My husband and I went to the hospital on April 19 feeling no anxiety.  The surgery was scheduled for 2PM, but was pushed back until after 4PM.  I checked in at noon.  Let’s just say that I had a nice long nap before, during and after the surgery!  My thoughts on the recovery before the surgery:  I’ve had the c-sections, which involve skin, nerves and at least two sets of muscles.  This surgery involved no muscle whatsoever, so it should be easy to bounce back from, right?  My thoughts on recovery after the surgery: damn!  Stubbed my toe again.  Where’s that Demerol?LOL!  Let me tell you that the pain was unlike any other I have experienced.  I have no visible sutures (my surgeon’s specialty), so I must wear a support bra 23 hours of every day.   I  am under doctor’s orders to avoid raising my heart rate, blood pressure or my arms.  Basically, I’m inactive.  Perfect opportunity to blog!!  So, I’m the kind of person who loves to answer any and all questions.  If you have one (or more), please do not hesitate to ask.  I’m here. Ask away!

D-Day is set…

Maybe I should refer to it as Triple D-Day  ‘C-Day’ since that’s the size I’ll be after my reconstructive surgery.  I’ve waited until my childbearing years were finished (and they ARE, I assure you) to schedule my surgery.  Reduction Mammoplasty.  It is scheduled for April 19 @ 1:30PM.  Yes, it is only two days after we close on our new home and yes, we are still moving.  I’ll be in a Vicodin-induced state and unable to lift anything afterward, so Robert will need some extra help transferring our belongings to our new house.  Of course, between closing and surgery day, he and I will be able to move most of our household the 3 miles to the new place.  My Prince Charming will have to move the appliances with a rental truck the next weekend.  Please pray for my surgeon, Dr. Alan Dulin and his staff, my husband and daughters and for me on the afternoon of April 19 and afterward for a speedy recovery.  Hugs to all of you! 

What’s the obsession with PS3?

My husband stopped by Best Buy on Thursday to pick up some thigamajig for his Power Point presentation at work this morning.  My husband (DH) tells me that he was thinking ‘Thursday morning 10AM, surely the store is open and not too busy – I’ll be in and out in no time.’

When he pulled into the parking lot of the gigantic store, there was plenty of room to park, but DH noticed many tents set up along the sidewalk near the entrance to Best Buy.  Of course, he’s asking himself “When the hell did Best Buy start selling camping gear?!”  As he got closer, he realized that there were people inside those tents.  With sleeping bags, pillows and ice chests.  Turns out they were actually camping out, waiting for today, to be among the first to purchase a PlayStation 3.

My husband said there were teenagers, which he expected.  The folks that disturbed him were the middle-aged men wearing t-shirts emblazoned with ‘Captain Kirk Rocks’ or ‘ Guns’N’Roses 1987 Appetite for Destruction Tour’ that were waiting along with the teenagers.   Not sure whether to 1) be weirded out by the grown-ups missing work to pay $600 dollars for a base unit (no games, mind you), 2) bow in respect for their lifelong devotion to video games or 3) feel pity for the lives they might have had if they had simply stopped. playing. freaking. video. games.  

A star flickers no more…

My friend lost his sister this week.  She was only 53.  Please stop by Ben’s blog today and let him know you are thinking of him.