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Post by angelique on Jun 20, 2010 14:35:04 GMT -5
All of our invitations are officially delivered, or are in the mail and should arrive this week. 40 invitations sent out, with a total of 90 people invited. So not as big as we were thinking, and we've already been told a few people can't make it. Which I'm not displeased about. It looks like we may have around 60 people there which is a much more manageable number than the original 120 I feared
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Jun 20, 2010 14:58:12 GMT -5
Well, nobody told us, but The Biker's Daughter's son was born on the second, only two weeks past the due date, so there. I'm having lots of hand pain, knee pain, and, oh, yeah, the costal cartilage thins is way in bloom right now, so I'm not ignoring you, it just hurts to sit/type/breathe/exist and that's hella distracting. Julia, tired of complaining but OUCH Wow, they let her go two weeks over? I mean, they technically can't stop you, but most OBs don't let it go past 41 weeks anymore if they can help it. This is why I was flipping out not hearing. Towards the end of the second trimester the doctor stopped having confidence in her probable conception date, so they were going by the earliest possible due date; it's possible she wasn't more than 10 days over. Julia, me, I'm mostly PO'ed that nobody told my sister or me, sheesh.
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Post by Sara on Jun 20, 2010 18:52:12 GMT -5
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Post by Lola m on Jun 20, 2010 19:53:13 GMT -5
Action!Jay - awesomecakes! And silly Molly is adorably silly and cute. ;D
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Jun 20, 2010 19:59:37 GMT -5
I have slayed usefuls today: Gave Husband his Father's Day gifties. Husband immediately decided he had to fire up the barbeque and make lunch, so he could play with the two sorts of wood chips (apple and hickory) and the nifty potato-baking rack and little tray for cooking small things. He also approves of the bottle of Drambuie (well, he did ask for one). Walked to market. Drove to TJ's and Michael's. Put away all groceries. Spent the rest of the day after lunch and an (extremely unsuccessful) attempt to relax: 1) Giving myself a pedicure. Nowhere near professional grade, not by a long shot, but at least my toenails are now chromed, so I can wear sandals without feeling like some sort of wild beast. ETA: The Husband does not approve of silver nail polish. The Husband can damn well mind his own toes' business, thank you very much. 2) Playing with boxes of shiny things reorganizing some of the boxes and drawers of embellishments in my studio, moving stuff around so it's easier to find and labelling tins of shiny things with my labelmaker. I also broke down and bought four vintage wooden cigar boxes from an etsy shop, because I really did need a few more. No, really. Besides, I worked very hard and I deserve them. *hides behind the couch* S'cubies. Now I need dinner before I fall over entirely, then I'll finish labelling things and clean up.
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Post by Lola m on Jun 20, 2010 20:01:28 GMT -5
All of our invitations are officially delivered, or are in the mail and should arrive this week. 40 invitations sent out, with a total of 90 people invited. So not as big as we were thinking, and we've already been told a few people can't make it. Which I'm not displeased about. It looks like we may have around 60 people there which is a much more manageable number than the original 120 I feared Definitely much easier to manage! The exciting day is getting closer and closer!
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Post by Lola m on Jun 20, 2010 20:05:20 GMT -5
Well, nobody told us, but The Biker's Daughter's son was born on the second, only two weeks past the due date, so there. I'm having lots of hand pain, knee pain, and, oh, yeah, the costal cartilage thins is way in bloom right now, so I'm not ignoring you, it just hurts to sit/type/breathe/exist and that's hella distracting. Julia, tired of complaining but OUCH Congrats to the new mom and much sympathy and vibes sent to you.
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Post by Lola m on Jun 20, 2010 20:10:14 GMT -5
Also known as an iPod Touch. It's syncing right now, and I'm going to break it in with some Doctor Who... Soon you will wonder how you ever lived without it. Between Calengoo, Home Routine, and iTreadmill, mine's in use every waking hour. Oh, and some not-so-waking ones. For nine months now, I've waited out Emily's falling back to sleep by playing a card game on it. I love love love mine! And that's without even any apps and only using the WiFi when it's free.
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Post by Lola m on Jun 20, 2010 20:25:38 GMT -5
Arm hurts today. By the feel, the incision is about 3 inches long (if that) but is kinda sore. I think I overdid this morning. It didn't hurt when I woke up so I was treating it as normal. Then this afternoon it went hurty. I've taken Tylenol and am now using naproxin. Better result with Naproxin. Somehow I missed whatever procedure you were having. Hope it heals quickly. V. emotional today. Tom's moving hit me way harder than I expected. Probably just because it's on top of the all of the discombobulation around here (boxes from flood victims; boxes from Jim's office while new offices are being constructed; stuff everywhere while bathroom is being rehabbed -- and a spot of tiling that did NOT turn out well and will need to be redone, which is upsetting, unresolved health issue and new contacts that aren't all that comfortable. Plus the unrelenting heat. The kids have been coming and going for years now, but somehow this just felt like the end of an era of having one of them nearby. At least for the near future, and possible far future. I don't deal with emotional upset very well, so it's vicious cycle. Going to take the hard drugs (either benadryl or something marked "PM" and head to bed.) Need to get back to some of my own projects and rhythm tomorrow. Awww, Sue! Time moves on and sometimes that is just hard! **sends hugs**
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Post by Lola m on Jun 20, 2010 20:26:50 GMT -5
Arm hurts today. By the feel, the incision is about 3 inches long (if that) but is kinda sore. I think I overdid this morning. It didn't hurt when I woke up so I was treating it as normal. Then this afternoon it went hurty. I've taken Tylenol and am now using naproxin. Better result with Naproxin. Take care of yourself!
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Post by Lola m on Jun 20, 2010 20:27:47 GMT -5
I have a new shiny thing! Shiny!! Things!! New!! **does the happy dance**
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Post by Lola m on Jun 20, 2010 20:31:59 GMT -5
{Anne} Emotions are the strangest things, aren't they? It's possible to endure goodness knows what, but also to snarl or fall to pieces over something completely trivial.Not that this sounds trivial. Strawberry lemonade? Peach-flavoured tea? What kind of bizarre and depraved mind came up with those? Yes, that's it exactly. It's been a stressful week, and next week isn't looking any better right now. Oh well, I'll get through it, I generally do.There are some weird and depraved fruit-flavored teas out there, all right. Peach. Kiwi. Mango. Blech. Thank you, S'cubies all. I've had lunch and a bit of a nap, and am feeling less brittle now. Banana! Now, that's a depraved fruit.
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Post by Lola m on Jun 20, 2010 20:35:04 GMT -5
She could be getting ready for kittens. Um. Unless she's a he. She's a she, but she is also 17, which makes her pretty nigh ancient in human years, so no kittens for her, I don't think. And she's an indoor cat with no other cats around. Plus the fact that she's fixed. She used to hang out down the basement a lot, and just suddenly started hanging out in my bedroom closet. She has been either jumping into my dirty laundry basket (because apparently she doesn't think there's quite enough cat hair on my clothes already), or hiding behind shoe boxes in the back corner. Very strange, my cat. But that's what closets and shoe boxes are for, didn't you know that?
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Jun 21, 2010 7:19:58 GMT -5
Doctor today. Would give much to be able to wash my hair. Maybe I'll go to a shop and pay someone. Seems wasteful, but I feel grungy and my hair's stringy.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Jun 21, 2010 7:26:30 GMT -5
Doctor today. Would give much to be able to wash my hair. Maybe I'll go to a shop and pay someone. Seems wasteful, but I feel grungy and my hair's stringy. It's not wasteful, it's necessary to proper healing that you feel well and comfortable, at least as much as possible. Go get fussed over, you deserve it.
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