October 27th, 2006 - Thoughts

Ah, Fridays. Glorious they are. Thanks to everyone for prodding me lately. Good to poke at your neighbors and make sure they are ok once in awhile. I feel back to my old self again and for that....another Ahh..........followed by life is brilliant.

I have a question for everyone with MS. Have any of you ever...

1. Been way overdue on your tentanus titers?
2. Skipped them altogether after they started making you get them on your own cuz you are a needle chicken?

Just curious.

Oh, I almost forgot! Miss Jaime has a wonderful little project going on. Go HERE to learn more and buy! It's good stuff. Just listen to THIS! "Told you so!" Man I love saying that. Three youngers sisters never, ever, lets that phrase get old.

And on that note..... CLAAAAAAAASSSSSIC!

September 18th, 2006 - BAH!

So this Monday started out with a speeding ticket. I frigging don't speed to work. Especially today, cuz I'm in no hurry to start a Monday y'all. EVER! Those of you who know me are laughing absolutely unfreaking controllably. (I'm NOT a morning person). Anyway... I guess I'll be going to court on this one. [NOTE TO SELF: No swearing in public court.] I have some new readers and emails in here in MSland and I want to personally say "Hello", "Aloha" and "Cocktails on me if you are ever in Minneapple."

Danny: Good luck starting a therapy and I hope that it agrees with you!
Michelle: Nice name! Glad you came by to say hi! P.S. I'm adding you to my blogroll and P.S.S. I love the pincushion cartoon. Heeeelarious! I think we have all been there.
Chris: You my dear are crazy. If I did karate, I'd be a human pretzel, too! Kidding. You are very ambitious and I'm glad you popped in to introduce yourself. I'm adding you to the blogroll as well.

To you regulars:

Camille - It is so nice to hear from you! I hope things get a little more calm.
Suzy - You rule! You rule! You rule! Can you read my mind lady? I swear you have the manual to my head.
Mdvondpa - I eat bluberries and rock fruit to the 9's. Now if the side effects from that (you know what I'm talking about) would go south. No pun intended here folks. Yikes.
Linda - The dark side made oatmeal chocolate chip this weekend. Email me your address and I'll send you fruits of my labor, er evil planning.
Aunt Peg, Dad and Ash - Thanks for the hello and worry!
Jaime- Hello girl! Hope all is well for you and good to hear from you.
LANEY - I love you! P.S. Four kids is nothing. Date a full-time volunteer firefighter AND his department involuntarily. GRR! Coffee it is. Name it lady, will travel.

ALL: I FEEL WONDERFUL TODAY! Now that my weekend was mellow, I got sleep. I spent time with my sister (rough patch for her, but improving) and she laughed again. My shots are on a regular basis and things are looking up. It's not that the side effects are an ongoing pain in the south forty, it's just that when the doctor and pharmacist can't get them filled on time, I get super whacked out physically and emotionally. I hate to be dependent on anything, but when my mood, my health and my energy levels are normal with Rebif, I'm not quitting. I may break
maybe to get my head back to a normal level (ha! normal, THAT is funny!), but I am not a quitter. At least not today, this month, or this year. I'm glad that my mental and physical health has smiled on me lately, because my relationship at home is poo. I'm invisible and today I'm ok with that. We'll see where it goes, one day at a time. He's gone for a week this week and
I can just be. I must go get some caffiene kids. I'm thinking vanilla latte. The kind you drink at 38 degrees with light snow and relish every sip. That KIND of vanilla latte sans snow. I'm just not ready for four letter "S" words today folks. Cheers all - have great weeks!

September 15th, 2006 - A little breathing Room

In the last four weeks or more that I have felt like crap, I've decided that my shots and the side effects could have possibly making my life miserable. I was right. I went off of them almost three weeks ago and boom. A 180 turn around. I can get through the day, I don't break into tears at moment's notice and I can focus on actual work at work instead of staring blank at it. I also felt well enough to start them again two days ago after some much needed rest. So far, so good. A little achy flu-like symptom, but that is about it. I might just be normal by next week. We'll see. To all of you who shot me a pick me up - thank you. Sometimes I guess we just all need a break once in awhile. I mean we all have different versions of crazy, but just plain nuts is something we all should avoid if at all possible. *LAUGHS* I plan to have a great weekend, you should too! Ciao my loyal fans!

September 11th, 2006 - Time to reflect

Take a moment and reflect. Remember September 11th.

“The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human meekness and human responsibility.” -Vaclav Havel

August 30, 2006

Today I'm home from work and I'm going to bed early. I have no idea how this has happened, but it seems like a blessing. I'm exhausted. Not much else to say. Keeping my chin up and trying to dig out. Ha. Ha. Someone told me I seem depressed today. Thanks, Captain Obvious. Think you could send over Leutenant Duh for the full workup? Nice to know that I still think I'm funny in spite of feeling like poo. LOL. Night all.

August 28, 2006 - A little faith or little faith...

Today I have found the urge to write in this journal. I once used to find solace here. Instead lately I have found myself avoiding the one thing that used to free my worries...my journal. I find that lately it's not a little faith, it's little faith that I have. Every day is a chore to get through, my concentration is nil. I find that socially I want nothing, I can't wait until the day ends and I dread when it starts. I'm in need of some major mind set that is far from what I have going on right now. I feel like everything I do is some sort of test and that God is indeed doing just that. He's testing me. I moved in with my boyfriend, I miss my house. I miss my friends that have moved on and I have no urge to put efforts into new ones. I feel like my boyfriend is completely disappointed in me and has lost faith in me as a person. I feel like I fight uphill everyday to be something other than depressed and feeling like this person I hate. I find the only time lately I'm at peace is when I am sleeping. I should be doing just that right now. It
couldn't hurt considering what time it is. Tomorrow I promise that I will be back here writing. Whether or not it makes sense to anyone is beyond me, but I'll be back. Babbling and maybe finding again the solace that I have lost. I'm sorry I don't have better news, but at least I'm honest. I hope everyone is well and I promise to keep trying to keep my chin up or at least a little more than it is now. Goodnight all.

June 12th, 2006- 3 outta 5 ain't bad!

This weekend I regained feeling in three of my five fingers on my right hand. I took full advantage of the knitting situation sans ordering my wool (no internet, sniff sniff) and knitting up a new project. My brain must have been vacationing while my new fingers were walking because I used the wrong damn needles. Three quarters through my felted clutch (purse for the male readers) I figured this out! Had I felted this thing in the washer I would have had a Barbie purse! Ode to MS! I am officially going crazy and loving it! One ripped out clutch (purse again for you male readers) and one new clutchy/pursey/thingy later on new needles and voila - near perfection. I will not be beaten by a two letter pain in the ass [insert meniacal smile here!]

I have found the perfect gift for me! At Elann.com, the coolest yarn store ever!, you can give gift certificates to my account (michababy1@ hotmail.com) by clicking HERE. You simply register yourself, enter my email, and I than I get to think you are indeed the coolest person I know and knit until my fingers fall off or I lose feeling again in the 3 I just got back! How cool is that? There is a god! Sorry, but $2.25 hanks of wool make me crazy excited! DAD, ARE YOU READING THIS??? ANYONE READING?? So nice to know other people can fuel addictions via the internet that are not illegal. Altogether now..........AHH, that's nice.

May 30, 2006 - One big catch up!

Ok. I 've been MORE THAN lacking for those of you who actually enjoy reading this thing (*wink, wink*) I can only offer the following explanations and beg for forgiveness from you my loyal fans.

1. My boyfriends house does not have internet and work isn't the ideal place to blog.
2. I've moved basically into my boyfriends house (sans the large furniture and kitchenware).
3. The ripped apart deck and newly painted house (boyfriends) has been taking up my free time.
4. When I get a chance to relax --I pick up my knitting needles because I have not knit in over a month.

I hope this helps. I have been battling some symptoms for the last couple of months that seemed to start in my feet such as my last two nasty attacks. Well they got better and decided to vacation somewhere else -- my arms! One arm has completely recovered, my left, but the right has yet to come around. I was without knitting for a month or so due to that painful feeling you get (those of us who have this LOVELY symptom) when you run your hands across anything with texture whether it's clothes, fabric to fold laundry, your own hair while washing or **sniff, sniff** yarn! I am bearing with it and sticking to my humourous self. I tried gloves and a sock to dampen the feeling. It's been really hot here and VERY humid. 100 degrees and 50-90% plus humidity. I applied for handicap plates to battle the elements such as these. I'm like a limp ragdoll by the time I get from the car to the grocery store in whether like this. Turns out I have to live and have a license in the same state. Oops. I guess that one bit me in the rump. I've lived here for over ten years and I still have a South Dakota license. I can't be expected to do everything you know! LOL. I watched another little sister graduate from high school this last Memorial weekend. I am so proud of her. She switched her mortar hat to Mickey Mouse ears before walking and walked through to recieve her diploma. Sneaky and brave girl. She normally would have needed some prodding. I think she might have had help with the encouragement. My sister Lacey was near her just before the switcheroo. I think I found the missing link. My mom also may have helped by conveniently sewing a button into her gown to hold the ears incognito. Always a three ring circus when our family surfaces. Anyway, I hope all is well with everyone and everyone is enjoying the new subscription service. I'm working on getting internet out at Mike's in a month or two so that I can update more often. P.S. I have fallen in love with Diet Sunkist Lemonade and this week's craving (three weeks in a row) is TADA! Peanut M&M's. Ugh, I need a hobby.

May 16th, 2006 - UPDATE TO SUBSCRIPTION SERVICE

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May 8th, 2006 - The 86'ing of old friend

Much to my delight (ok- pure lie here), I have recreated my guestbook and I'm now running it through blogger. I can't keep up with the constant spamming. Someone keeps trying to sell me Ambien & Cialis. I could use Ambien, but I don't think web pharmas are my karma.

NEW & IMPROVED GUEST BOOK HERE

Also, the link to the right has also been updated! Cheers everyone & happy Monday.

April 24th, 2006 - Well said, Miss Pink...

I gotta tell you. Miss Pink says some pretty serious stuff in this new video of hers called Dear Mr. President. My hats off to her.

April 20th, 2006

Ah. I gotta tell you something - those Caribou people and that moosing of coffee is a great thing. Two hours of sleep last night and I'm - pardon me - draggin arse this morning. I am surprisingly feeling fairly well though. I've had this numbness in my feet that seems to be subsiding on my own to which I am grateful. I've had my feet go the same "numb" before twice and both times were followed by the two nasty attacks I had last year. I am thinking that this will clear up on its own for once. I forced myself to work out last night. I am so glad i did because I made these silly Bisquick Cinnamon Swirl bisquits when I got home and they jumped in my mouth from the warm oven. Mysterious phenomenon, the jumping bisquits. Anyone else have this problem? Things just mysteriously jump from the oven to hungry mouths or even more mysterious - they evaporate somewhere unknown from the pan? It eludes me ;o) The new job is panning out well. I have officially been here six months now and counting. I have had an extra busy last two weeks to which I am being paid a little bonus. YEA! I must say it's really nice having a job where people actually appreciate you instead of take advantage of you. I have another question for readers. Ok, two questions. 1) Why the hell do people ask you to watch a freaking guest book during a wedding? Will someone steal it? Will someone mysteriously write say, Marilyn Monroe as an entry? What the hell is this guest book job? I'll tell you what it is. It's a job created by people who just want to throw you in the wedding for the hell of it. REFERENCE = punch server. 2) What the hell is up with functions being executed on Holiday weekends. My sister Holly's high school graduation is on Memorial Day weekend. I know she didn't plan it that way, but who is the jackass who decided this was acceptable? As if finding a babysitter for some people with little ones wasn't hard enough? Last year we had some friends who threw their wedding on Labor Day weekend. I think if you choose to throw your function on a holiday weekend one of two things should happen. The first - you understand that if I have kids or previous plans I will NOT see you, but good luck to you whatever it is you decided to do on my vacation. The second - if I do cancel plans so I can attend your function you forfiet your gift - no questions asked, end of story, you get nothing from me as a token of my appeciation for your incosiderate planning tactics. Anyone else find this completely and utterly out of line? For GOD sake, I get ten holidays out of 365 days a year of working all year long. Who the hell says a YOU can use them FOR me? Thoughts for Thursday- or venting, your call :o) Oooh, I feel MUCH better. Thanks for your silent ears people. You rock.

April 4th, 2006

Ah yes... one year older now (the big April Fool's Birthday explains a LOT of missing links, lol) and I'm finally on my last year of roaring 20's. I must say that some days that they are indeed, NOT roaring. They are replaced by fatigue, frustration, and joyous bouts of crying for no reason. After really what I like to call "avoiding" my blog for quite some time, I must tell you that I have this overwhelming urge to pen some of my latest "stuff". So here are some of my randoms thoughts. I'm sure that you will indeed be drawn to my ramblings with complete and undivided attention. Ah, hem, cough, cough... [CUE: CHEESY MUSIC]

I threw my parents a 25th anniversary party this year on March 11th. I've decided that love comes in all flavors and colors, like skittles if you will. [SIDE NOTE: I realize the difference between comforting love and love with comfort.] The more I age I see it all around me. Whether or not, you see it in your lifetime will be a true measure of your integrity. I successfully planned a party for my parents, whom I love dearly, without falling over from exhaustion or becoming a party dictator and bossing my three little sisters around too much. They were pretty happy that I wasn't a party dictator, too. It could have easily happened with my bit of strive for perfection. I think I have learned when and when not to calm down and breathe for the good of my health. These last few months I've laid low and appreciated every minute of rest I get. I love waking up on my own without my alarm when it does happen. Not saying it happens often, but it does happen more than it did. I've had problems with my fingers and feet just being funny feeling in the last few months and a LOT of L'hermittes response lately. I am grateful it comes and goes and has not evolved into something more. I've started working out again and I forget to not look down when I run. I'm sure eventually that if I do, the l'hermittes will cause me to pass out or fly off the treadmill for sure. [SIDE NOTE #2: Both would be extremely funny.] So far, so good. I'm down to 114 from 121 lbs, some might say that is little, but I am 5'5" tall on a good day. I'm hoping to eventually be at 118 with more gained muscle. The more I work out, the better I sleep, the stronger I am and the better I feel. Who doesn't love fitting into those jeans collecting dust in your closet for over a year? Anyway.... what else? Ah, my pharmacy for two months in a row has delivered my medication late. Once for a late filled prescription and now twice for apparently only filling the refilled prescription for one refill! Does that makes sense to anyone? Why in goodness name did my neurologist only refill my Rebif for one month? Did she think we'd find a cure in the last 30 days? Wishful thinking?? Oh, ha ha ha. I'm suppose to have a shot tomorrow morning, which is not going to get here until Thursday. This means that by this weekend I should be an anxious, compulsive basket case. I might have to hibernate in the new book my sister bought me, The Yarn Harlot. It looks as if we, the author and I, may share a bit of obsessive compulsive knitting. This is fine with me because even if it IS true, it's my reserve. It calms me when nothing seems to help. It puts me in a place where I can relax for a bit and think mindlessly when things don't always go as planned. Anyone else find comfort in being a complete yarn ho? Happy Tuesday everyone and happy knitting my fellow yarn peeps.

March 14-17th, MS Awareness Week!

Just reminding everyone to take time and tell someone with MS you support them! Visit the Face of MS and read a story or share your own!

February 22nd, 2006 - Finally Some Thoughts

I have overcome my writer's block, injections still suck and sleep is so wonderful these days now with morning shots. I have been working and loving work to the fullest. I have been in contact with a lovely lady named Laura, whose 17 year old daughter Alea was newly diagnosed with MS recently, has started injections and experiences the pains of what those of us starting therapy discover. My thoughts go out to her as a mother. Watching your children be frustrated or someone you love in complete exhaustive depression is not a highlight I wish onto anyone. My thoughts are with Laura and Alea. My thoughts lately are also with Robin whose 25 year old daughter was recently diagnosed. By coicidence, she was diagnosed at 25 and also has a Mike who loves her to no bounds. Each of us deserves people who love us to no bound. Robin writes:

It is now several days later. She began to ask questions that night, and the next day got on the internet and researched all day. She showed me the spirit I have always known her to have when she said to me that night, "If I'm going to share my body with MS, I'm going to have to learn to get along with it." I know Rachel has only begun a long and challenging journey. She does not yet realize the fullness of this challenge, and I worry that when she does begin to see that it will take her willpower and her strength. I already see how it has taken a toll on her physical endurance in such a short time. When I see the things you have been through and the extraordinary way you have dealt with them, I am comforted, and my hope is renewed. I also see what is important to managing day to day life and how to align myself in ways that will be helpful to my daughter. I want to thank you for this.I know this has been a letter all about us and I feel somewhat selfish for reaching into your life and taking solace and strength from you, but somehow, I get the impression that this will be ok with you.

Yes. It is ok. It's great. My heart goes out to you both and knows the frustration and solace I have found in others as you have found in me. May we always feel loved. Period. I have been having a lot of L'hermittes response lately. L'hermitte's ign is an electrical sensation (Shock, Lightning Bolt) that some MSers experience, when flexing the neck, tilting, or lowering the head towards the chest. It begins at the base of the skull, runs down the Spine and into the limbs, before exiting through the hands or feet. I think it feels as if you are leaning your back against the fridge when the compressor is on. It's strange and comes and goes, but makes me laugh anyway. Close your eyes and you think you are on a tilt o' whirl somewhere and you never had to pay, haha! Anyway, these last few months have been about getting back to normal. I think I've done that quite well with some minor falls off of the horse. I knit everyday I am awake nearly and Monday night I forgot how to purl. Right in the middle of a row, I just forgot. I stopped and was easily reminded that I will never be the same, but in someways I will be better. If I never take anything for granted I will always be a better person in the end whether or not I never knit again someday or forget how to altogether. Scared or not, I'll be me and I think that is a hell of something to be if you ask me. *wink*

January 3, 2006

A brand new year is upon us. I can't help but reflect. I find good and bad and realize that a New Year's resolution should be to banish the writer's block I recently have had. I find that the older I get, the harder it is to hit that 12:00am New Year's mark. Oh well, a fun time was had by all of my friends. It was the first year that I didn't venture into the city limits for some fireworks and hooplah. I spent it among friends from California and we made our own hooplah. Did you know if you blow hard enough into those cheap horns, they sound like dying elephants? Bet you didn't. Ha ha.