Sunday, November 28, 2010

Officially Decorated


We spent the afternoon and evening decorating for Christmas.  I enjoyed myself.  L had even more fun.  I  put decorations and then she would go behind me and move it somewhere else.  I remember doing this to my Mom as a little girl.  It drove her nuts.  I completely understand why now!  Finally when it came to decorating the tree I just gave her ornaments that she was in charge of hanging.  That kept her busy while I put all the fragile ornaments higher up on the tree.

Afterwards we pulled up You tube and watched some Christmas specials until L's bedtime.  Thanks to Miss Julia over at " Reasonably Well " we watched a super cute Muppets special that my daughter loved.  A perfect ending to a great night!

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Yay!

We had a crazy night last night!  I couldn't sleep. Insomnia!  So I started checking out extras that I could download for my photo editing program that I use.  I downloaded quite a few extra brush types that I cannot wait to use in my editing!! Here are some pictures that I did in Photoshop just fooling around with my new "toys".  I feel like a kid on Christmas!






Some clouds and a little "fairy dust".



Grass, dandie
lion tufts, and some random swirly designs.



Starry starry night.






Foot prints and a little grunge look.

Friday, November 26, 2010

12 Days of Sjogren's



I have been SO excited for Thanksgiving this year!!!  Not for the turkey, pies, or family time.  Though they were all fabulous!! I have been excited because I knew that as soon as Thanksgiving was over that I could reasonably start celebrating Christmas without seeming like a certifiable quack!

Guess what.....  I had a fantastic day with family and friends yesterday but Thanksgiving is OVER!

*Maniacal laughter ensues*

So in honor of my first day of celebrating Christmas I have written a song.  Most will be familiar with the tune of The 12 Days of Christmas.  Enjoy!


On the first day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
A stiff and arthritic knee.


On the second day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
Two cracking ankles
And a stiff and arthritic knee.


On the third day of Christmas m Sjogren's gave to me....
A visit to my doctor's
Two cracking ankles
And a stiff and arthritic knee.


On the fourth day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's
Two cracking ankles
And a stiff and arthritic knee.


On the fifth day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me...
 Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's
Two cracking ankles
And a stiff and arthritic knee.


On the sixth day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
Painful achy joints
 Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's
Two cracking ankles
And a stiff and arthritic knee.


On the seventh day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
A desert like mouth
Painful achy joints
 Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's
Two cracking ankles
And a stiff and arthritic knee.


On the eighth day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
Eight pills to pop.
A desert like mouth.
Painful achy joints.
 Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's.
Two cracking ankles.
And a stiff and arthritic knee.


On the ninth day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
A mystery diagnosis.
Eight pills to pop.
A desert like mouth.
Painful achy joints.
 Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's.
Two cracking ankles.
And a stiff and arthritic knee.


On the tenth day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
Ten swelling fingers.
A mystery diagnosis.
Eight pills to pop.
A desert like mouth.
Painful achy joints.
 Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's.
Two cracking ankles.
And a stiff and arthritic knee.


On the eleventh day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
Blankets for my chills.
Ten swelling fingers.
A mystery diagnosis.
Eight pills to pop.
A desert like mouth.
Painful achy joints.
 Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's.
Two cracking ankles.
And a stiff and arthritic knee.


On the twelfth day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
Fellow Sjogren's Bloggers.
Blankets for my chills.
Ten swelling fingers.
A mystery diagnosis.
Eight pills to pop.
A desert like mouth.
Painful achy joints.
 Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's.
Two cracking ankles.
And a stiff and arthritic knee.


Image found here.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

"Hello!"


So it seems as if the doctor I saw this morning is speaking my language.  He was v-e-r-y nice.  He listened to AND heard everything I had to say.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on if you are a glass half full or half empty kind of person, the doctor said we need to take a "wait and see" approach. I have a two week waiting period to see if my problem resolves on it's own. However, the doctor did promise to call me next week at the half way mark to touch base and see how things were progressing. I don't hear that very often from a doctor!

Did I mention how great he really was?!?  So nice!!!


Image found here.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

In Which I Feel Like Charlie Brown's Teacher...



Do you ever feel like your Doctor is really only hearing you as if you were speaking like Charlie Brown's teacher??? I have a feeling many people feel like this on a normal basis with one doctor or another.  As far as doctors go I have two doctors that are so amazingly in tune with what I need that I have stuck with them.  My allergist and rheumatologists are fantastic.  Other then that I more or less float around and use what ever family doctor is available in the practice I use.  That goes for any other doctor's practices I use, Eyes, Gyno, ENT docs, etc.

For a normal person this would usually work well.  I am finding out that this is not a good practice for me anymore.  I have now run into too many doctors that try to fit me into their cookie cutter mold and turn out feeling bent out of shape and disgruntled. I seem to be one of those people who have that percentage happen to them.  The one who has a doctor say, "So, with this drug there is a .5% chance of this..... happening." and then end up being that .5%!! The random doctors I end up with never seem to understand this about me.

I have a doctors appointment tomorrow morning. The original doctor, I saw, was acting like Charlie Brown. This will be round two. So hopefully the next will actually listen to what I am saying this time. 

Here's crossing my fingers....and toes...and any other appendages that will cross!

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Memories

 
I have had the fortune of spending two amazing Saturday evenings, with my daughter, doing things we have never done together before. I feel so lucky at the moment!

Last Saturday we went to Bass Pro, an outdoor sporting goods store in our area.  We heard Santa was coming to two and L just HAD to go see. We arrived to find a crowd of people singing carols.  Jolly people wearing bouncy Santa hats were passing out aromatic cups or hot chocolate and yummy sprinkled sugar cookies. There was, of course, one of our local new anchor "celebrities" leading the singing while we all waited.  We made a merry group singing our songs. There were more people anxiously waiting the arrival of Santa than we thought.  L had difficulty seeing so T plopped her on top of his shoulders.  She had the best seat in the house.  Though, T could have done with out the cookie crumbs sprinkled down the back of his shirt. We began singing "Santa Clause is Coming to Town" and around the corner came Santa.  He was very happy to be arriving at the store, on a boat pulled by a truck. Because what else would Santa arrive in to a sporting goods store? Ha! L was beyond excited.  She was so thrilled that she stopped singing to stare at Santa.  Her eyes twinkled and her mouth fell open in her excitement. I managed to capture the look, above, with my camera phone. I was so moved by the moment, that I teared up.  I was sure at that very moment, that we had just made a memory that would last a lifetime.

Once Santa got our group whipped into a frenzy of Christmas spirit we all walked him into the store.  He walked right past L on his way in and made sure to wave a special "hello" at her. We helped Santa count down to turn on the lights in the Christmas village they set up for his arrival.  Eventually we got in line to talk with Santa and get a picture of him with L. We won some gift cards while waiting and  L was allowed to pick out something in the store to spend them on.  She picked out a build-a-bear reindeer she named Rose. The whole evening was so magical!

Tonight was almost as good!  We went out to celebrate my husband's birthday a week early.  We decided to go to a hibachi restaurant.  L had never been to a hibachi place before.  She felt like a big girl to be allowed to go to a "fancy" place to eat with us, she said.  She was so excited to see the show that she wriggled in her seat like a puppy. The man, who was to be our chef, was fantastic.  He played it up for L, as if she was the only one watching him perform. She sat in awe while she watched him cook our dinner. I almost had more fun watching her reactions than I did watching our chef. She was constantly asking questions and the man very patiently answered every one of them for her. He even managed to get her to eat peas and broccoli by telling her that they were special Japanese ones and so they must taste better.  Boy, did she ever buy it! They were all but gone by the end of the meal. L was such a good girl tonight and she had such a great time. Her smiles were contagious!

It's so wondrous to just forget about everything for awhile and immerse yourself in a little kid's first experiences!

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Time Change









This is my face normally...








This is my face with not nearly enough sleep! It looks like someone punched me in the one eye.  And this picture doesn't do the coloring around my eyes any justice.  They looked severely bruised.




 Of course this is how I feel I look!








I have to say this time change thing has been a killer for us this year.  Last year it didn't really effect L, which lured me into a false sense of security.  This year she has been getting up way too early and screaming for us to say it's time for her to get up.  Yesterday she was up at 6:20 yelling, "I don't like this time change thing!".  And to top it all off she is refusing to take naps as well.  So not only have I not been getting enough sleep, she has been absolutely miserable and whiny throughout the day as well.  I have to say I am not liking it either. Come to think of it I am messed up with the time change as well this year.  I am tired an hour too early and then waking up when she gets up.  I hadn't realized that L's sleeping habit had trained mine!

Have I mentioned that I love my in-laws???  I know that was a completely random statement to make. They decided to take L so she could sleep over last night, since they hadn't done so in awhile.  So I managed to get a full night's sleep and sleep in to my heart's content.  I woke feeling fantastic.

Hopefully I won't look like I am turning into the Incredible Hulk's girlfriend now!!!

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Competitive


I am not a competitive person but apparently my daughter is going to be for sure! She comes by it honestly, however.

I find myself rarely feeling competitive.  My streak comes out when  play Spoons, as I wrote about in my last post.  My family plays a mean game!   They is competitive by nature, so naturally, I feel the need to be when I play the game with them. My Aunt is classic for standing up to play Spoons with us.  She watches everyone out of the corner of her eye.  The look on her face says that she is determined to get one of those spoons if it's the last thing she does!!! My cousin is the squawker in the family! A squawk can be heard coming from her position at the table for many different reasons during a game.  The cards are being passed too fast, she lost a card, she thinks someone else is diving for a spoon, or she's missed out on a spoon all together, could be some of the causes.  My Mom tends to be the family member who plays dirty.  Oh, she follows the rules.  But once it's time to grab for a spoon, watch out, all bets are off! She has, literally, wrestled my Aunt to the floor over a spoon before! There have been spoons bent over this game, gouges in skin, and brush burn as someone has fallen or been knocked to the floor. 

Another game, that I have learned not to play with my family, is musical chairs.  It sounds like a fairly tame game to play with family members.  This is simply not the case with my family.  The music starts and a manic look suddenly creeps across my uncle's faces and it's game on!  It turns into contact musical chairs the second my Grandma turned on the music.  I think after awhile she kept the music going longer and longer because she was afraid of what would happen when she would turn it off.  Out of the twelve chairs used, at least five of them had some kind of damage inflicted upon them. Broken chairs littered the basement floor. My last play of the game, and biggest folly, was diving for a chair that my Uncle (a forty year old I might add) was going for as well. I dove for the chair and somehow found myself crashing into a coffee table a foot away! Needless to say the table went flying out from under me and broke another chair. Once I was over the shock of being thrown into a table, I sat up with my ears ringing and realized that if it wasn't already then my body was very shortly going to be covered in bruises! It turned out that I was covered in a nasty mottled bruise from my knee all the way up to my hip. I learned my lesson there!

And if all that isn't enough I have also learned to be very wary of my competitive uncles and cousins when my Grandma comes up with new and "interesting" games for us to play! In case you were wondering, never.... EVER.... play an egg game with your family if your Grandma cannot boil eggs properly enough to make then hard boiled! It turns ugly very quickly! Putting a bunch of competitive grown men, and their crowd of children, in a room with slightly under cooked hard boiled eggs and tell them to be the last one standing with an un-cracked egg is never a good idea! We all ended up with partially cooked egg all over us that day. 

Then we have my husband's side of the family. He has been in four square games with his cousins that have ended in blood being spilled and little kids running away sobbing in tears. The first time I ever met his family I was forced into playing a game of volleyball with them.  To say that I am uncoordinated would be a seriously gross understatement!  I am sooo not good at volleyball (sports).  I tried to warn them all! By the time was done I had had an elbow to the face, been ridiculed, and made fun of because I am such a lousy player!

Knowing all this is it any wonder that our daughter has ended up with a competitive streak a mile wide? The other night she convinced Opa (my dad) to play golf with her on our Wii system. Opa was game but apparently hadn't read the "Grandparent's Guidelines to Playing Games with Their Grandchildren" book.  Rule number one clearly states that he was supposed to loose the game.  It didn't turn out that way.  L lost by one point.  She dumped the controller on the ground, and proceeded to jump up and down while having a major fit.  She was SO mad that she did not win!  Apparently everything revolves around her winning right now.

Needless to say, we need to work on her good sportsmanship skills before it gets really bad!