Posted by: la folle maman | November 6, 2009

End of an era

My last post is completely different from this post.  However, I will try to include some positive somewhere in here.

The end of the 4fatcats era has come.  I suppose it’s time to move on and redefine myself as a non-pet owner.  For so long I was defined almost by the fact that I owned 4 cats.  This evening I went to the vet for one last euthanasia, this time for Pia.  I love the old girl.  She’s been with me through so much.  The dark ages with my ex-boyfriend from college, the trans-formative years when I was finally trying to figure out who I was, the dating years, the married years and lastly, the mommy years.

Often DH would play the “fire” game as he calls it where he’d ask, “If the house were on fire and all four cats were lined up equal distance from each other and you could only take ONE, which one would it be?”  I’d decline to answer because I didn’t want to seem partial to one but the answer in my head was always “Pia”.  But if anything I learned from Duzee, it was not to hold on too long.  Surrender and let go.Pia Maria

Pia’s inner eyelid on her left eye was messed up and caused her grief.  She had hypothyroidism like Duzee had and required medication every day.  And to top that off, she was in desperate need of dental work making it hard for her to eat.  To fix her up and continue medication would cost a good chunk of money which as everyone keeps telling me, just isn’t viable for an older cat like Pia (she was 16, would have been 17 in January).

For the past few months she had started crying at night and it had progressively gotten worse.  Then she started going into the hallway between all of our bedrooms and crying which woke everyone up, including Monkey.   It was clear she wasn’t well.

I hated making this decision but it’s the responsible thing to do.  Farewell, Pia.  I will always remember your super loud purr, your so very soft gray fur and the way you’d sit so elegant with your tail wrapped around you.  I’ll remember when you were a kitten and would suckle on my ear at night and sleep under the covers with me.  You’ve been a great companion and I will miss you dearly.

Posted by: la folle maman | November 4, 2009

I’ll have some more positive, pleased

I’ve mentioned before that I practice Bikram Yoga and how that style of yoga is suitable to my personality than most other types.  It’s a little more hardcore and a bit less focused on the spiritual but the spiritual element is still there.  There is no chanting or singing but there is definitely a focus on mind/body connection.  However, that being said, I think in this cynical world sometimes we need some more spiritual, more happy, more positive thinking.  Less greed, less back-stabbing, less name calling, less dog-eat-dog.

During yoga class earlier this week I could imagine how most people attending the class for the first time would react to some of the common themes in any yoga class.  For instance, at the end of every class, the instructor says, “Namaste”.  And the students respond, “Namaste”.  It means “I bow to you” — sometimes interpreted as “the good in me recognizes the good in you”.  I can imagine them rolling their eyes during certain inspirational thoughts expressed by the instructor.  Or thinking that in general (especially Bikram Yoga) is completely nuts.

With regular practice though, you begin to appreciate the finer details of what it really is meant to do.  Strip away focus from the outer world and bring that focus onto yourself.  There are very few places where can you focus solely on YOU without guilt or regret.  Where your leader will encourage you push yourself but only to the point where you are without pain.  Where you can stop thinking so darn much and just follow the instructions as they register within your ear then your brain.

My yoga class is my refuge from my own worry and doubt, from scrutinizing peers or family and when the class is over, sometimes from physical pain.  I sincerely hope each of you has someplace you can call your refuge from the cynical, cold world.  Somewhere you can be you without fear or judgment.   And I hope you can find the time to create some positive in your own life and maybe, just maybe, if we all create some positive, it will become contagious.

Posted by: la folle maman | October 18, 2009

Alternative Methods

Lately, I’ve complained about my weight, my energy levels, etc.  I started down a path of trying to not work at night, trying to go to bed earlier, trying to eat better and get more exercise. I’ve started this path twice this year.  And, per my usual, all of that went down the tubes, twice.

I can’t tell if it’s because I’m a pushover about work or if it’s because I’m lazy about taking care of myself, but I always revert to these bad habits. Why is it so much easier to fall into bad eating and exercising and sleep habits and so darn hard to correct them?

So for the first time in my life, I’m considering some extreme methods. I’ve started researching vitamin b12 shots. Apparently, they give you energy. Is this the solution to why I never feel rested enough? I’ve also visited the Alli site several times wondering if a weight-loss pill is my next step in losing my belly.  I’m still apprehensive about both of these.  They seem slightly dangerous to me.

But also, I haven’t really given myself the chance to get “back in the groove” of eating and sleeping well, exercising and exercising my right to say “No” at work. But I am going to … that is when I get over this flu.  If I can accomplish and maintain these things without the aforementioned alternative methods, then why bother?  A little voice in my head though says, “They might help you do this quicker.”

There in lies one of the major reasons I tend to fail.  I’m impatient.  When I go walk or run on the treadmill or go to yoga, I want my pooch belly to deflate as if in a cartoon.  And when after a few attempts, I don’t see results, I get discouraged and figure why bother?

I know many people go through this and I know I’m not alone.

Posted by: la folle maman | October 15, 2009

Come here! Come here! COME HERE!

This is a line to a favorite Bill Cosby bit I remember fondly from when he did stand-up (the part I’m referencing is near the 2 minute mark).  It was funny and it still is funny.

However, NOW I’m living this bit.  I find myself repeating things way too many times to Monkey and it’s like I’m talking to a brick wall.  What I want to know, for those of you with older children, does this get any better?  Or should I just start dragging my kid to where ever I need him to be? 

Just before the bit I mention above, Mr. Cosby has another one where he talks about “The Curse”.  The “curse” has definitely been cast upon me.  DH has said recently that I don’t look the same since Monkey came along.  I look worn and not as full of life.  Does the “life” come back?  Or do I have at least 16 more years before this happens?

Posted by: la folle maman | October 13, 2009

The Great Pumpkin … it’s not

The cirque du famille and the goofydaddy family went to a local farm recently to do some pumpkin picking.  It was fun because as many of the farms in this area now do, they have more than just vegetable picking available.  There are slides made out of large plastic tubing (original purpose for some sort of drainage I assume), there are pig races and hay rides and all kinds of other things available to make for a very enjoyable afternoon.  Especially for a toddler who likes dirt such as Monkey.

Not Great Pumpkin

Not Great Pumpkin

While there both families of course took many photos.  I thought I’d share this one.   Monkey picked what must have been the smallest pumpkin there (even if it’s got some sort of fungus on it, he loved it).  What I especially love about this picture are two things, 1) I can use it here without blurring his face because most of it is hidden, 2) Monkey has developed my same knack for “display” in a drama fashion.  DH makes fun of me for this habit but it’s funny and I’m glad Monkey has picked up on it.

Posted by: la folle maman | October 12, 2009

I need to do this more often

meaning blogging.

I come up with these brilliant ideas I’d like to share in the middle of work, or yoga class, or driving and by the time I HAVE the time to do so … the ideas are gone.  I had this one, well, I guess if it were truly brilliant I would have remembered, but the one thing I remembered about it was that I was going to have a Title and a Subtitle.  Isn’t it weird that’s the only thing I remember about it?

Anyway, I do have many post ideas with pictures of Monkey to boot from recent cirque du famille activities.  I will try to post them tomorrow night or sometime soon.  Just thought I’d lament on the ones lost tonight.

Posted by: la folle maman | September 23, 2009

Do we love Pixar?

Blurred to protect the innocent

Blurred to protect the innocent

In case you are wondering …

that’s Lightning McQueen in his right hand and The King in his left hand.

Too bad he wore is WALL-E pj’s last night.  That would have really topped it off.

Posted by: la folle maman | September 18, 2009

Medical Receptionists and I don’t mix

I don’t know what it is about medical receptionists but for some reason I rarely get along with or like many of them.  Today I had to take Monkey to get allergy tested because he had a reaction to the yellow jacket that stung him on Sunday.

First, when I made the appointment the receptionist was very curt and the only reason I decided to keep on with making the appointment was the fact that her office was the only one who seemed able to take a new patient within reasonable time (not a month or two).

Today we arrived and albeit, Monkey was being a bit of a pain.  Taking every magazine they had in the bin at the front and moving them somewhere else in the office.  Pushing chairs out of place.  You know, toddler behavior.

Then he decided to grab the sign-in clipboard from the front of the receptionist’s station and throw it on the ground.  This, of course, is unacceptable, destructive behavior but before I had the chance to correct him, the stupid little receptionist stood up and said in a very stern, cold, slightly loud voice, “You don’t touch that!”

I was dumbfounded for a second and then quickly debated what to do next.  I wanted to yell at her, “He’s MY kid and I’ll do the parenting!”  or “How dare you talk to my kid that way?”  But since this was our first time to the office and since he hadn’t been pricked, prodded or tested yet, I figured it best to just be catty by picking the clipboard up and slamming it down on the counter while giving her a dirty look.

So Monkey and I are finally called back and they have lollipops in a jar right in view of the scale where he needed to be weighed.  Hence, I spent the next hour and half of the appointment telling him that he could have one at the END of the appointment which eventually led to a temper tantrum because as a 2 year old, he doesn’t understand the concept of time or eventual ending of things quite yet.

DH had his own doctor’s appointment this morning but was able to meet us just before the doctor came into the room.  When he arrived, he said, “I can’t believe you forgot the medical card!  I left it on the buffet so you could bring it?”

I said, “What do you mean?  I took it.”

“Oh, the receptionist said she didn’t have it and I tried to give her the picture of it on my phone but she said she couldn’t use that,” he responded in a way that I knew she had already rubbed him the wrong way as well.

“She took a COPY of it! What the hell!” and then we decided that I should go to the front to straighten things out.

I stuck my hand with the card in it through her little glass case barrier and gruffly said, “Do you still need to make a copy of this?”  With the expected rudeness, she said, “Oh sorry,”  (not a hint of sorry in her tone mind you) “I must have mixed you up with someone else.”  So help me, if we get a bill saying we didn’t have insurance or that we need to submit this to insurance.

By the end of the appointment, it was decided that Monkey really didn’t the need testing right now and COULDN’T have the test for 6 weeks anyway because his body would still be reacting to the sting from Sunday.  Mind you, I made special arrangements with work and daycare to take off today AND I could have taken him to see the allergist our daycare provider recommended but who didn’t have an appointment until October.  Frustrating!  Although, the actual doctor was pleasant did give us another prescription for an EpiPen Jr. so we could keep one at the house and one at daycare should he have some sort of reaction the next time he is stung.

Overall, I was glad when we were through, Monkey had his cherished lollipop in hand and we were armed with the necessary medical prevention and knowledge for the next time.  But I hope I don’t have to see that receptionist anytime soon.

Posted by: la folle maman | September 17, 2009

Yes, this is me

In the past, I have posted my “theme song” of the day. But this song, this is like the story of my life right now. Well, that might be going too far. Perhaps it’s the story of how I feel everyday lately.

Bad Body Double, by Imogen Heap — give it a try. Especially if you are a woman dealing with weight and aging issues.  I especially like the line about thighs.

Posted by: la folle maman | September 10, 2009

Just Beachy

Our vacation at the beach has come to an end. We decided to leave early because the weather has been horrible the whole week and we figured by coming home, we can at least relax and get resettled with a few days to unwind from the travel.

I have to admit, I’m still a little pissy about it. It was relaxing for the most part but I really wanted more time on the beach. And be able to visit the little shops and boardwalk without constant mist or drizzle. Annoying.

But some fun things did happen and Monkey really enjoyed himself. Except the first night. Our first night there, he kept saying “want a car ride” — meaning he wanted to go home. He was freaked out by the new surroundings our first night but by the next morning, he was perfectly fine.

Unlike last year, he LOVED the sand this time. Played in it, rolled in it, ATE it. Still he was not at all interested in the ocean. Frankly, neither were we too much this time because of the wind and cold. And today, the waves were HUGE. Rough surf, high winds and constant misting made for our decision to leave this morning. I felt sorry for the lifegaurds out there. I’m sure they wanted to go home as well.

Monkey playing on the beach and his enjoyment was the best part. He learned my real name somehow this weekend (I guess because my MIL and my parents were there calling me by it). This morning he said, “Can I have some mook, *La Folle?” I cracked up.

He also sorta learned a new word … elevator. Well, he doesn’t call it that. He calls it an “alligator”. I suppose that’s what he thinks we’re saying. He wasn’t too sure about the elevators, either. Each time we had to get in it to go somewhere, he’d say, “Hold ju?” (which means pick me up). And the two times he walked out of it by himself, he was very cautious about leaping over the crack between the elevator and the exiting floor.

We have plans to take Monkey someplace fun tomorrow while his grandma is still in town. Hopefully, we’ll have good weather for that. If not, I’m staying in bed!

*Of course, he said my real name — not my pseudonym.

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