Wednesday, January 28, 2004
We're going to pump (clap) you up!
OOPS. Found this lurking in my drafts folder...
Don't you love that feeling? You know, the one that you can take on the world? Nothing is beyond your grasp? It's a fabulous feeling, but one that seems to come infrequently. At least for me.
I want to fix that. I'm tired of feeling like there's something wrong with me, like I have no control over things. I'm tired of "stokause" syndrome. "C'est pas de ma faute, stokause de..." :)
I want to succeed in my business. To do that, I need to pick myself up off the ground. I need to stop setting myself up for failure. I need to stop talking myself out of success.
Don't you love that feeling? You know, the one that you can take on the world? Nothing is beyond your grasp? It's a fabulous feeling, but one that seems to come infrequently. At least for me.
I want to fix that. I'm tired of feeling like there's something wrong with me, like I have no control over things. I'm tired of "stokause" syndrome. "C'est pas de ma faute, stokause de..." :)
I want to succeed in my business. To do that, I need to pick myself up off the ground. I need to stop setting myself up for failure. I need to stop talking myself out of success.
Monday, January 19, 2004
YES! Comments are back!
BlogSpeak (my former comments service provider) ran into hosting problems, and is now defunct in terms of commenting services. Fortunately, HaloScan is picking up where they left off, and has imported all the old comments from BlogSpeak.
It's a little late to be fiddling with all the finangley details, so I'll leave that for another day.
Comment away! :)
It's a little late to be fiddling with all the finangley details, so I'll leave that for another day.
Comment away! :)
Positive thoughts...
For those not in the know, DD was in the Montreal Children's last Friday morning to have a small procedure done on her right eye. It's nothing serious. She's had a blockage in the tear duct since birth, and they flushed it out. However it required her to be anesthetized.
She had to fast for four hours before the procedure. They had pushed her appointment up from 9 am to 7:45 am, and I needed to be there an hour early.
Traffic has been hell on rice cakes all week, so I left home at 5:15 am to make sure I'd be there in time. Normally, it's a half hour drive. Add morning traffic, and you're up to an hour.
Know what? There was no traffic. Lots of wind and blowing snow, but no traffic. I arrived an hour early. The main doors were locked, I had to walk around the building to the emergency room entrance. The upside is that I got a primo parking spot. :)
Everything went well. The doctor's pretty sure that everything is fine now.
She'll have to use antibiotic ointment for two weeks, and back for a checkup in a year.
For all my stress and worrying, it took 15 minutes. Tops. From the time she
left, to the time the doctor came out to say that everything was fine. She didn't cry when the nurse took her away. She didn't fight the mask that the anesthesiologist used to put her to sleep. He had asked if I thought an additional injection to make her groggy would be necessary, but I said no.
The nurse had to go wake her up after the procedure. She was long overdue for a nap, so she didn't bother waking up. :) The nurses didn't want to let her leave. They ooh-ed and ah-ed her and said what a good patient she was. And they asked where she got the cute little slippers she was wearing.
They brought her to me, and she just leaned up against me. No tears, no whining. Just an, "oh good it's you Mummy" kind of cuddle. I nursed her there. Whereas normally after a seven-hour fast (which is quite long for a baby) she would be eating voraciously, this was much slower and more deliberate. It really takes a while for the anesthetics to get out of the system.
I'm not a religious person. Like my Granny used to say, I'm not religious, but I do have my faith. I know that religion is not popular anymore. Any mention of religion seems to conjure up atheists/agnostics and zealots. I prayed, though, and I asked people to pray for us. Those who don't pray, I asked for positive energy, happy thoughts, or whatever else they were willing to send our way. I really, truly believe in the power of prayer.
I'm not the type of person who likes to ask for help. Ask my dad, and he'll tell you about the time I was two and he tried to teach me to swim. I went to the bottom of the pool three times, and *still* insisted that "I do it myself". :) But when it comes to my family, I'll do it.
It's times like these when I realize how truly blessed I am. I am blessed with a healthy daughter. I am blessed with free medical services. I am blessed that this problem can be fixed with a minor procedure. I am blessed by sympathetic, competent medical personnel who understand how a mother worries. I am blessed that I have a circle of friends and family who will stand by me. I am blessed with people who love and support me. I am blessed with people who will pray with me and for me and mine. I could go on and on, but you get the picture.
I thank God for my life. It's not a perfect life, but it's a blessed life, and I wouldn't trade places with anyone else. I hope you can find the blessings in your life too.
She had to fast for four hours before the procedure. They had pushed her appointment up from 9 am to 7:45 am, and I needed to be there an hour early.
Traffic has been hell on rice cakes all week, so I left home at 5:15 am to make sure I'd be there in time. Normally, it's a half hour drive. Add morning traffic, and you're up to an hour.
Know what? There was no traffic. Lots of wind and blowing snow, but no traffic. I arrived an hour early. The main doors were locked, I had to walk around the building to the emergency room entrance. The upside is that I got a primo parking spot. :)
Everything went well. The doctor's pretty sure that everything is fine now.
She'll have to use antibiotic ointment for two weeks, and back for a checkup in a year.
For all my stress and worrying, it took 15 minutes. Tops. From the time she
left, to the time the doctor came out to say that everything was fine. She didn't cry when the nurse took her away. She didn't fight the mask that the anesthesiologist used to put her to sleep. He had asked if I thought an additional injection to make her groggy would be necessary, but I said no.
The nurse had to go wake her up after the procedure. She was long overdue for a nap, so she didn't bother waking up. :) The nurses didn't want to let her leave. They ooh-ed and ah-ed her and said what a good patient she was. And they asked where she got the cute little slippers she was wearing.
They brought her to me, and she just leaned up against me. No tears, no whining. Just an, "oh good it's you Mummy" kind of cuddle. I nursed her there. Whereas normally after a seven-hour fast (which is quite long for a baby) she would be eating voraciously, this was much slower and more deliberate. It really takes a while for the anesthetics to get out of the system.
I'm not a religious person. Like my Granny used to say, I'm not religious, but I do have my faith. I know that religion is not popular anymore. Any mention of religion seems to conjure up atheists/agnostics and zealots. I prayed, though, and I asked people to pray for us. Those who don't pray, I asked for positive energy, happy thoughts, or whatever else they were willing to send our way. I really, truly believe in the power of prayer.
I'm not the type of person who likes to ask for help. Ask my dad, and he'll tell you about the time I was two and he tried to teach me to swim. I went to the bottom of the pool three times, and *still* insisted that "I do it myself". :) But when it comes to my family, I'll do it.
It's times like these when I realize how truly blessed I am. I am blessed with a healthy daughter. I am blessed with free medical services. I am blessed that this problem can be fixed with a minor procedure. I am blessed by sympathetic, competent medical personnel who understand how a mother worries. I am blessed that I have a circle of friends and family who will stand by me. I am blessed with people who love and support me. I am blessed with people who will pray with me and for me and mine. I could go on and on, but you get the picture.
I thank God for my life. It's not a perfect life, but it's a blessed life, and I wouldn't trade places with anyone else. I hope you can find the blessings in your life too.
Thursday, January 08, 2004
Happy New Car!
Yes, it's a new year. Time to break out all those old promises. I'm going to get fit. I'm going to start an exercise program. I'm going to watch what I eat. I'm going to get all my paperwork done. I'm going to get organized. I will get my finances in order. I will stop procrastinating. I will fix everything about me and my life that is less than perfect.
Just like I did last year... LOL.
Seriously, though, what is it about buying a new calendar that makes us go nuts? Birthdays and New Year's are the two times a year that people start analyzing their lives to see if they're on track, or if they came up short. I guess you're kind of lucky if you're birthday's on January 1st, you only have to angst once a year. :)
Yes, I can see the benefit. After all, "the unexamined life is not worth living," and all that rot. However, the notion of a turn of the calendar page "inspiring" major life changes is off the wall. Pardon the pun. Change doesn't happen overnight. It comes from little modifications in your day-to-day living. Choosing an apple over apple pie. Raisins over raisinettes. Putting that $50 in your RRSP instead of spending it on new shoes or gizmos. Walking to the depanneur instead of driving. You get the idea.
I'm guilty of it too. Putting off till tomorrow what should have been done last week. Did I make a resolution this year? Not really. It's more of a revolution. Cause it keeps coming around. :) I'm going to try to keep doing what I'm doing. I'm sticking with FlyLady. I'm sticking with PL. I'm cooking more, and eating out less.
But if I get a visit from the cellulite fairy, and she decides to leave some money on my night table and whisk away a few pounds, I'm not going to complain... :D
Just like I did last year... LOL.
Seriously, though, what is it about buying a new calendar that makes us go nuts? Birthdays and New Year's are the two times a year that people start analyzing their lives to see if they're on track, or if they came up short. I guess you're kind of lucky if you're birthday's on January 1st, you only have to angst once a year. :)
Yes, I can see the benefit. After all, "the unexamined life is not worth living," and all that rot. However, the notion of a turn of the calendar page "inspiring" major life changes is off the wall. Pardon the pun. Change doesn't happen overnight. It comes from little modifications in your day-to-day living. Choosing an apple over apple pie. Raisins over raisinettes. Putting that $50 in your RRSP instead of spending it on new shoes or gizmos. Walking to the depanneur instead of driving. You get the idea.
I'm guilty of it too. Putting off till tomorrow what should have been done last week. Did I make a resolution this year? Not really. It's more of a revolution. Cause it keeps coming around. :) I'm going to try to keep doing what I'm doing. I'm sticking with FlyLady. I'm sticking with PL. I'm cooking more, and eating out less.
But if I get a visit from the cellulite fairy, and she decides to leave some money on my night table and whisk away a few pounds, I'm not going to complain... :D
