Sunday, February 25, 2007
Then came Notes...the first corporate message boards. I joined Digital in 1984 and rapidly found this treasure trove of online sharing. I "met" company people from all over the globe and encountered one very special guy who particularly peaked my interest. I was in Massachusetts and he was in New Jersey. We talked on Notes for months, then moved to email, and finally arranged to meet up at a local Noter party. The rest was history!
I have very fond memories of Vax Notes. I made a lot of friends, created my first online personae, and paved the way to a successful career. Not bad for a no frills, dumb terminal, plain text tool.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Update on Max...his heart is OK! Whew. Now we just need to get through the appointment with the ortho-doc about his hips. And this virus he has currently. Poor kid has junk pouring out both ends. Plus congestion. I'm willing to give away household items in trade for babysitting. Anyone want a nice set of canisters? A collection of cookie tins? I really need a nap.
I want one more big snow storm before Spring sets in. And my scattered brain is fried. I guess that's it for this entry.
Monday, February 19, 2007
In February of 2001, John and I were on our way to Hawaii. A little more than half way through the flight, the pilot said something over the intercom about folks on the right side of the plane having a rare unobstructed view of a snow-capped Mt. Rainier. I lifted the sun shade and there it was.
Good thing I was able to extract my camera quickly from it's bag. A view out a plane window doesn't stay put for long when you are traveling faster than the speed of sound. Later, when I had time to mull over the photos, I realized why the view was so "rare". Washington state is well known for it's rainy climate and I read somewhere that Mt. Rainier is most often shrouded in cloud cover.
I'm glad I took the pilot's advice and looked out the window that day. What an amazing sight!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
So that is where we are now. During Max's 4 month checkup, his doctor detected a significant murmur that just wasn't heard in any of his previous checks. That raised some alarm bells and off we went to the Children's Hospital that poor Tyler has become so familiar with since his kidney saga began. We just got home. Max was a trooper during his echo test (ultrasound of his heart). Now we'll just cross our fingers and pray frantically that our sweet baby won't need open heart surgery.
Poor Max is also scheduled for a sonogram of his hips with a pediatric orthopedist. Something about "clicking" and the possibility of chronic dislocations. I don't know if THAT problem could lead to surgery, but it might at least end in some sort of brace. Let's hope not.
I've heard some parents lament about the chronic worry that having kids seems to generate. And it never goes away. We will be worried about our kids until our dying days (and probably on into the next world too). It would be nice to go at least 3 months in a relatively worry-free state. I don't see that happening any time soon.
So, yes. I asked John to stop at Dunkin Donuts on the way home. Eating junk isn't the healthiest way to relieve stress, but after munching on an apple filled cinnamon and spice donut, I feel a lot better. I honestly wonder why ALL mother's aren't as heavy as I am. Then I remember that some moms use (eeesh) exercise to relieve stress. I just can't see how that works.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Feh. Yeah, that false sense of euphoria lasted about a day into my first cycle. It was like finding out there was no Santa. I felt so betrayed and ill prepared to deal with the mess, cramping, mood swings, etc. And why on EARTH she got me the starter kit from Kotex with the old school belt contraption, I'll never know.
It was college before a kind room mate introduced me to tampons and convinced me that "No, using a tampon did NOT rob you of your virginity," as my mother so often told me. Of course, virginity was no longer an issue for me by the time I hit college. (Shh! Don't tell my Mom!) But I didn't want my roomie thinking I was some kind of Slutty McSlut or something. Ya know.
Do any of the ladies out there remember the shame of having to carry feminine products in your purse at school? You had to be like Maxwell Smart...or, er, 99 and be in stealth mode lest one of the other girls see that pretty pink or aqua plastic packet and reveal your shame to the planet. "Becky's on the rag!" I remember trying to slyly slip the contraband from my purse into my pocket so that I could leave my purse behind at my desk.
It was like a neon sign if you had to take your purse to the girl's room! Naturally, you had to leave it behind lest everyone KNOW there was a reason you HAD to bring it with you. The shame of it still burns on my face. Ack, the horrors of junior high. I'm so glad the girls in my high school were more mature about these things. I still remained in stealth mode, just in case. As far as anyone else knew, I only had my period once the entire 4 years of high school.
That was the day I forgot to put supplies in my purse and Aunt Flo caught me by surprise in the middle of the school day. Lord knows how long I walked around with the blood stain showing on the back of my uniform skirt before some kindly girl took pity on me. Then I had to borrow the *gasp* spare skirt from the vice principal. It was three sizes too big and plaid. Plaid! That was the OLD uniform. They had changed to this awful teal polyester the year I started.
Have I ever mentioned before how much I loathed standing out in a crowd? It's hard to blend into the background when you are the only gray and maroon plaid skirt in a sea of teal. In some ways I am relieved that we don't have a baby girl. This is one less thing I need to prepare her for.
Friday, February 02, 2007
We had another first this morning too. Max's first solid poop. (Aren't you glad you kept reading?) Typical baby poop is more the consistency of rice pudding or mashed potatoes. I was surprised to find something more akin to a couple of Tootsie Rolls. I think Max was a little backed up, because less than 30 minutes later he had a diaper full of mashed potatoes too. But it was interesting to catch an early glimpse of Max the big boy.
Now the odd part. (There is almost always an odd part with me.) Anyone else with kids...does the smell of your baby's poop bring on the urge to visit the bathroom yourself? It does with me. I don't need any laxatives to get moving in the morning, apparently. I just need to sniff Max's butt. That's a little ewww and I have no idea why that happens.
See what happens? I don't write for a long stretch and then all you get is baby poop. *sigh* At least I sat down and wrote SOMETHING. I was afraid I forgot how.