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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Mar 12, 2011 22:54:36 GMT -5
I have made progress on my massive cleaning/landscaping job between the front porch and the dog fence, an area made hilariously fun by the proliferation of a climbing hydrangea with no manners at all.
I'm one trellis and one six foot chunk of livestock panel into the job, and it's not yet visibly better.
Julia, but, you know: progress.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Mar 13, 2011 1:26:16 GMT -5
Also, BtVS s7 marathon on Logo today; I forgot how much I liked some of the episodes of that season.
Julia, and how young Felicia Day was!
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Mar 13, 2011 10:58:53 GMT -5
1. Start of Daylight Savings Time
2.First Sunday in Lent.
3. Coffee is 1/2 normal amount because of inattention to details.
4. 300 redwinged blackbirds have eaten all the suet box and every bit of the seed in the feeders.
5. Third post in a row by me, separated by more than twelve hours.
Julia, also it's raining again and I still have a cold, durn it.
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Post by Rachael on Mar 13, 2011 11:00:44 GMT -5
We hates Daylight Savings Time. We hatessss it, Preciousssss.
No, really. Nothing is being "saved", and I have to get up earlier every morning. What's fun about having to get up in the dark (again)?
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Mar 13, 2011 11:06:07 GMT -5
We hates Daylight Savings Time. We hatessss it, Preciousssss. No, really. Nothing is being "saved", and I have to get up earlier every morning. What's fun about having to get up in the dark (again)? Remember when you lived in Seattle, and even with DST it was full light before 5AM? That, I like. The part where I get up and the timers on the heat weren't sprung forward and it's 38F and raining outside? That, not so much. Julia, how's the bump going?
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Post by Rachael on Mar 13, 2011 11:43:57 GMT -5
We hates Daylight Savings Time. We hatessss it, Preciousssss. No, really. Nothing is being "saved", and I have to get up earlier every morning. What's fun about having to get up in the dark (again)? Remember when you lived in Seattle, and even with DST it was full light before 5AM? That, I like. The part where I get up and the timers on the heat weren't sprung forward and it's 38F and raining outside? That, not so much. Julia, how's the bump going? Yeah, that was lovely. Here, I get to drag my butt out of bed in the dark for another couple of months. OTOH, it's going to be 70 degrees here, daily, any second now. Which is nice. The bump is bumping along nicely. I felt some movement really early, last week, but nothing since. It's also the size of my Emilybelly at 20 weeks, but only 15 weeks along. And morning sickness left before 12 weeks this time, which is wonderful. We find out gender (and all the important anatomy stuff) in two weeks, assuming the little demon cooperates.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Mar 13, 2011 11:48:19 GMT -5
We hates Daylight Savings Time. We hatessss it, Preciousssss. No, really. Nothing is being "saved", and I have to get up earlier every morning. What's fun about having to get up in the dark (again)? Remember when you lived in Seattle, and even with DST it was full light before 5AM? That, I like. The part where I get up and the timers on the heat weren't sprung forward and it's 38F and raining outside? That, not so much. Julia, how's the bump going? We hates it here too, at least those of us who woke up at 4AM non-DST and have to get the cats on the new schedule ASAP. The rest of the family slept late. At least neither daughter has to catch a bus at 7AM in the dark next to a public park anymore. I have walked to the market with Emily, who wants to make a spaghetti dinner tonight. I am now going to drive to TJs, Aaron Brothers (2B pencils because I gave my last one to Kitty) and Joann's (to assemble another sewing kit for Aged Mum, because the one I made up for her a few years ago is buried somewhere behind boxes of junk and she can't even find a spool of pink thread, let alone any pins). Must get moving. Later, S'cubies. PS Rachael, how is Baby 2 and his/her mom? And what's Ms Emily been up to lately?
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Mar 13, 2011 12:05:26 GMT -5
I got BOILD*. No, that's a good thing. The morning did not start auspiciously, as last night Kitty had what I think was another spontaneous panic attack (sweaty, trembling, said she felt like there was a weight in her chest), at around 10:30. I got her breathing the way the doctor showed us, and once she was calmed down, gave her half a tylenol PM and told her that she didn't have to go to sleep, it was Friday and she could read until she felt ready to sleep, then sleep in. Then I spent the rest of the night half awake, worrying and waiting for a knock on the bedroom door, until Patches started inquiring about breakfast at 5AM. Kitty was fine by morning, but I advised her to take things easy and not worry about her homework. So, I drove to Thousand Oaks, to visit Bestest Buddy. The Husband rode shotgun on the way out, then he went to a movie while D and I drove to Ojai for lunch and wandering the shops. Paul drove us home, during which we had the interesting privilege of being caught by not one, but two CHP traffic breaks, on two different freeways. It was interesting the first time; the second, mostly annoying, particularly as some of the drivers kept trying to get past the CHP officer who was weaving across six lanes, trying to slow the traffic down before we all reached the accident (two firetrucks, one paramedic's truck and a somewhat squashed Jeep station wagon). But on the whole, it was a pretty nice day. *Bugger Off, It's Ladies Day ETA: After thinking about it, I think it was another panic attack - like the first time, she had an intense week (including a presentation in Poli Sci and a major drawing assignment), and I think the stress caught up to her. But Kitty is feeling better this evening; so much so, in fact, that she decided to start watching BtVS again. She's starting over from the beginning. She's a happy little geek, especially after I, in going through a box of stuff I'd had packed away for some years, found my toy Dalek and presented it to her. My daughter and I are both subject to panic attacks. There's medications that help. Check with your doctor. That said, it's also a good sign that's Kitty's watching BTVS again and the breathing exercises are very helpful.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Mar 13, 2011 12:06:45 GMT -5
We hates Daylight Savings Time. We hatessss it, Preciousssss. No, really. Nothing is being "saved", and I have to get up earlier every morning. What's fun about having to get up in the dark (again)? Yessss Preciousss. We hatesssss DSSSSSSSSSSST ssso much!
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Post by SpringSummers on Mar 13, 2011 12:13:20 GMT -5
We hates Daylight Savings Time. We hatessss it, Preciousssss. No, really. Nothing is being "saved", and I have to get up earlier every morning. What's fun about having to get up in the dark (again)? I don't like the getting up in the dark, but I do like the "staying light later" part. A lot. Enough that I'll get up in the dark. Glad to hear mom and babe are doing fine.
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Post by Rachael on Mar 13, 2011 12:15:42 GMT -5
Oh, Emily...
Emily is: finally forward-facing in her car seat (she loves it), cleared from her pediatrician for being so thin (she's "healthy but skinny"), talking up a storm - sentences (short ones), about a dozen new words a day...she's growing up. It's very cool.
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Post by beccaelizabeth on Mar 13, 2011 12:33:24 GMT -5
Remember when you lived in Seattle, and even with DST it was full light before 5AM? That, I like. The part where I get up and the timers on the heat weren't sprung forward and it's 38F and raining outside? That, not so much. Julia, how's the bump going? Yeah, that was lovely. Here, I get to drag my butt out of bed in the dark for another couple of months. OTOH, it's going to be 70 degrees here, daily, any second now. Which is nice. The bump is bumping along nicely. I felt some movement really early, last week, but nothing since. It's also the size of my Emilybelly at 20 weeks, but only 15 weeks along. And morning sickness left before 12 weeks this time, which is wonderful. We find out gender (and all the important anatomy stuff) in two weeks, assuming the little demon cooperates. bump
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Mar 13, 2011 13:00:36 GMT -5
I got BOILD*. No, that's a good thing. The morning did not start auspiciously, as last night Kitty had what I think was another spontaneous panic attack (sweaty, trembling, said she felt like there was a weight in her chest), at around 10:30. I got her breathing the way the doctor showed us, and once she was calmed down, gave her half a tylenol PM and told her that she didn't have to go to sleep, it was Friday and she could read until she felt ready to sleep, then sleep in. Then I spent the rest of the night half awake, worrying and waiting for a knock on the bedroom door, until Patches started inquiring about breakfast at 5AM. Kitty was fine by morning, but I advised her to take things easy and not worry about her homework. So, I drove to Thousand Oaks, to visit Bestest Buddy. The Husband rode shotgun on the way out, then he went to a movie while D and I drove to Ojai for lunch and wandering the shops. Paul drove us home, during which we had the interesting privilege of being caught by not one, but two CHP traffic breaks, on two different freeways. It was interesting the first time; the second, mostly annoying, particularly as some of the drivers kept trying to get past the CHP officer who was weaving across six lanes, trying to slow the traffic down before we all reached the accident (two firetrucks, one paramedic's truck and a somewhat squashed Jeep station wagon). But on the whole, it was a pretty nice day. *Bugger Off, It's Ladies Day ETA: After thinking about it, I think it was another panic attack - like the first time, she had an intense week (including a presentation in Poli Sci and a major drawing assignment), and I think the stress caught up to her. But Kitty is feeling better this evening; so much so, in fact, that she decided to start watching BtVS again. She's starting over from the beginning. She's a happy little geek, especially after I, in going through a box of stuff I'd had packed away for some years, found my toy Dalek and presented it to her. My daughter and I are both subject to panic attacks. There's medications that help. Check with your doctor. That said, it's also a good sign that's Kitty's watching BTVS again and the breathing exercises are very helpful. Actually, Kitty was in fine fettle by the next morning, and since she didn't come looking for me during the night, I assume she got through it fairly quickly. This is only the second one she's had, ever, although Emily and I get them occasionally. We'll look into medications if she starts getting them more often. I think one thing that makes them worse for her is that it feels, according to Kitty, like the chest inflammation she had last year, and she's afraid that's coming back, which makes the panic worse. So talking her through it helps, but I seem to be the only one who can/is willing to do it, Paul being rather useless in daughter crises.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Mar 13, 2011 13:03:28 GMT -5
Oh, Emily... Emily is: finally forward-facing in her car seat (she loves it), cleared from her pediatrician for being so thin (she's "healthy but skinny"), talking up a storm - sentences (short ones), about a dozen new words a day...she's growing up. It's very cool. Facing forward in one's car seat is a great rite of passage indeed. Mine were both skinny and healthy; their respective pediatricians kept showing me that their growth charts were normal and telling me not to worry. It's good that your Emily's pediatrician gets that. Kitty is still underweight for her height, at 18, but she's starting to catch up to the last growth spurt.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Mar 13, 2011 13:05:41 GMT -5
Bleagh. I am getting a really nasty headache and a bad temper to go with, so I think it's best to eat lunch early and go hide in the bedroom before I start screaming and looking at the carving knife. Seriously, I called Patches a stupid cat because she couldn't find her treat. Admittedly, she was standing on top of it, which is stupid, but yelling at a cat doesn't do much good.
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