Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Fun With Dry Ice

I've been suffering the various stages of a cold for the greater part of the second half of December. It's a drag and I'm ready to be done with it. We hosted Christmas at our house this year and being sick wasn't in the plans, but I think I did a pretty good job of handing out a lot of the food responsibilities ahead of time, so there wasn't too much for me to do. Plus, the family of course jumped right in to relieve me of having to do too much. And Jim was a super-star in getting the house ready which is usually my biggest stress.

But even with the sickies it was a pretty nice Christmas and wonderful time spent with family.

One of the gifts I was most excited to receive came with an early notice. Around December 18th or so, we had a message on our machine saying that someone had given us the gift of Omaha Steaks and that they would be delivered on December 23rd. I have never had Omaha Steaks, but have heard they are good and Jim and I love to grill meat! So I was super excited and anxious for the 23rd to roll around. I later learned that my mom had received the same call. So we tried to guess who it could be from that would be giving to both of us. Jim eventually guessed that it was my sister, Susan, and that is indeed who they came from. Thanks, Sis!!

So the day of December 23rd arrived and I came home from work feeling icky but hoping Jim hadn't opened the steaks without me. Well, he hadn't even discovered them on the porch so we broke into it together. Once we made room in the freezer and stored it all away, Jim really started having fun.

You see, what we have here is a piece of dry ice. Dry ice is about 100 degrees below zero. Dat's pretttttyy c-c-c-cold! No TOUCHY!!!


Now, you put said dry ice in a bowl of water...


...and the fun really begins.


It's so simple, yet so fascinating at the same time.


Double, Double Toil and Trouble;


Fire burn, and caldron bubble.


heh heh heh...


We had lot's of dry ice and Boy Scout Jim said it couldn't be thrown in the trash.
So....
More Witches Brew!!!


We're so easy to amuse. :)

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Gratuitous Cat Photos

It's time for the fuzzy children to shine for a little bit. Sophie and Bailey, I think, are two of the cutest cats I have ever owned. Many have endeared my heart as I have had cats my entire life. And Isabo was definitely very special to me and could never be replaced. But these two rascals are everything that is sweet, funny, mischievous, cuddly, stupid, irritating and down-right lovable about cats.

Here is the first picture Jim and I ever saw of them when we first heard they needed a home. I ask you, how can you not love those faces? For those of you that have met my cats, can you tell which one is which? Can you believe how blonde they used to be?

Bailey is on the left (stripes) and Sophie is on the right (raccoon eyes).


The next two pictures were also sent to us to see what these babies looked like. You can see their markings are already darkening a bit. These were kitties that were rescued by a friend of Jim's (he's the cat whisperer).

Bailey was quite the proper cat from the very beginning. Those sphinx eyes are pretty awesome. I also think his tale looks so much like the markings of a snake.


One thing that just cracks me up about Sophie is the way she lays with her legs extended. It looks so goofy and makes me laugh. You can sort of see her tail - it is shorter than usual as she apparently had the end bitten off before she was rescued. It's got the cutest little kink at the tip.


She had her legs extended here, which was why I grabbed my camera, but I wasn't fast enough before she moved. So instead I snapped away just trying to capture the two beasts.


Sophie can look a little dopey at times.


And Bailey's a momma's boy.
With a face like that? C'mon!!


Jim has started to describe Bailey as the proper prince and Sophie is the chick from the 'hood who just lets it all hang out. Decorum is not her style. Demure is not her name. In this photo above you can get a taste of this in one shot.


And let's just not talk about the rolls in her neck.
(Diet starts in the New Year, right?)

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

I think it's called "Winter"

I've been fighting a cold all week and feeling pretty lousy. Even though I laid pretty low over the weekend, I just couldn't get better. I finally decided to stay home from work today, rest and maybe get some work done as well. I drank a couple mugs of hot cider to pacify my yucky chest and cuddled with my kitties.

We had a pretty good storm system move through this past weekend and the second system made its way to us today. Now, I personally LOVE the rain. The biggest flaw of where I live is the low ratio of rainy to sunny days. I love the smell of rain. I love driving in the rain. I love how beautiful the snowy mountains look after a rain - which, by the way, did not disappoint yesterday! Today's storm was almost constant rain all day and lots of blustery wind.

Just before one o'clock today I laid down for a nap. Sophie was already tucked beneath the covers and Bailey snuggled in once I was settled. The heater had been working hard to keep the house warm and I was aware of how quickly it was already turning back on as I closed my eyes. But then...it turned off. Very strange to have such a short spurt. At the same time, Bailey kinda jumped up and I thought I heard a beep from the office. I looked at our cable box and the lights were off. I turned on my bedside lamp and it was a very dim brown and it was flickering. All the lights did this when I turned them on. But nothing else had power. We do tend to get occasional power outages at our house, but they never last long. I went to sleep expecting the power to have returned when I woke up.

Wrong.

AND, the house had cooled five degrees in the one hour I was asleep. The heater couldn't work and neither could my electric blanket. I called the electric company and they were aware of the problem but had no time estimate for when it would be fixed. I was freezing and it was only going to get worse. So I packed up and headed over to my parents' house so I could thaw out.

It wasn't until 9:00 pm that the power company finally said the issue was resolved. I called my answering machine to confirm, and sure enough, it answered me. So I headed home. However, when I got home there was a message from my mother-in-law at 7:30, so apparently the power had been on for at least a little while already.

I checked the house temperature and it had dipped to 60 degrees. That is way too cold for my little toes. I like the house at a nice toasty 70 degrees (or 68 when Jim is home).

But it's good to back home and warm.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Hooray for Dr. K!

Today was my next follow up liver appointment.

You may recall my troubles with Dr. Stupid-Head. Well, when I got my confirmation for my scheduled appointment, I was informed the appointment was with Stupid-Head. So I called to change my appointment to make sure I could see Dr. K. - - Mr. Wonderful; Mr. Nice; Mr. Knowledgeable.

He's nice.

I've spoken with him on the phone but haven't actually seen him since February!

No big news to report today. My liver numbers are about the same, just slightly higher. I had gained some weight since my last appointment and since my medication is based on weight, Dr. K upped my meds to hopefully bring the numbers back down. I've already started losing weight again, so hopefully we can bring the meds back down soon too.

I go back in three months and then we'll probably talk about the wonderful procedure which shall go unnamed. Stupid-Head said I should get it done every year, but Dr. K is okay with every two years and the last one was in June '07. See? We like him!

Friday, November 28, 2008

Do Turkeys Have Balls?

Ah, the day after Thanksgiving...

I was responsible for pies this year. I had planned on making the pie crusts on Wednesday night (since I am terribly slow at that process) and then make the pies Thursday morning, thinking that would be enough time for them to cool. My mom called at about 9:30 Wednesday night freaked out because her oven wasn't working and she was hoping we could bake the turkey in my oven. That meant I had to get my pies baked and out of the way that night. {sigh} So I started on the pumpkin pies first and then I got a call from my dad asking if I wanted the good news or the bad news. The good news was that the oven seemed to be working now. When he said there was no bad news, I said the bad news was that I had already started on my pies and would have to be up late. Oh, well. So I got the pumpkin done Wednesday night.

Thursday morning I woke up and made the pecan pie and then went for my morning run and had a relaxing morning while Jim went to help set up The Way Out Ministries for their Thanksgiving Day ministry stuff. I headed to my parent's house a little after noon to spend some time with them and my sister, Susan, who had endured a horrible drive from the Bay area the day before. Jim joined a little later and then his parents and Aunt Barbara.

It was a really nice day. In the early evening we all went out for a walk with the dogs and it was fun to see a lot of the neighbors out walking off the T-Day indulgences.

And no, (according to Wiki Answers) turkeys do not have balls.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Fire! Fire!

I woke up this morning aware that the winds were starting to blow. I just started working out again and wanted to get my run in today. I wasn't sure if the winds would get worse or better throughout the day so I just resolved to get it done this morning. I was definitely aware that it was warmer and the winds were drying things out. Then I came home and spent a few hours just taking care of some things. I started to smell some smokiness in the house and closed up the windows. I was really surprised that the fires (which I thought were pretty far away) were affecting my house.

Then, at about noon I headed out for some errands and was shocked to see quite a bit of ash swirling in the air. As I drove to the mall, I could see a major plume of smoke coming from the Riverside County direction. It actually looked like it was pretty close to my work in Brea. But I figured it was probably further away than it looked. Over the next couple hours the air got so bad. There was a clear line of smoke heading south into the clear blue sky that still remained.

I finally got home and pulled out my camera. Unfortunately I am just far enough north that the blue sky is not visible from my house so you can't see the contrast. But here is what the sky looks like... It is not night time. I took this photo at about 3:15 in the afternoon. Am I ever glad I got my run in this morning!


And my backyard is gathering quite a nice collection of ash.

Ick...
Watching on the news and getting a better idea of where the fires are is pretty heart wrenching. Normally fires season brings fires that are in areas I am not very familiar with. A year or two ago there were a couple that were next to areas I knew, but it still didn't really mean much for me. But now the fires are burning in places that I know! I've driven through these neighborhoods; attended wedding and baby showers; played volleyball. It's a weird feeling to be so familiar with what is on the news this time.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Now back to the rest of our New England trip.

Jim, Cheri and I spent October 20 in New York City. We drove from Connecticut to a train station in New York which took us into the city. It was about an hour and a half ride and took us into Grand Central Station. It’s a pretty magnificent place. If you want to see a pretty cool video of a Frozen Grand Central, click here.
I thought about this clip as I was in the station and realized just how massively crazy this must have been when it happened.



After lunch in the station, we decided to go check out the possibility of going to the Statue of Liberty. The tours for inside the statue were already sold out, but I personally wasn’t as interested in that anyway. So we bought tickets which would take us to Liberty Island and Ellis Island. Unfortunately we had no idea what we were in for. We walked and walked and walked just to find the end of the line for getting on the boat.



It was more than an hour just to get on the boat. You have to go through a security screening which involves lots of security guys barking out orders over the crowd and isn’t very pleasant. Then you enter a big holding tank where the masses wait for the one tiny little gang plank to get on the boat. I tell ya, I think they are trying to recreate the immigrant experience and doing a really good job of it. The boat was pretty crowded but we got seats inside and it was a pretty short ride.

On Liberty Island we walked the loop around the statue and it was really neat to see up close and in person.




But the line to get back on the boat was horrendous again and we were hesitant about what Ellis Island would be like. When the boat pulled up there was a big line there too. Since we didn’t know of any family to look up, we decided to stay on the boat and skip Ellis Island. Then back on Manhattan Island, we squeezed out of the boat by way of one tiny gang plank again. This time, with the crowd, and the heaters blowing inside and the boat bouncing up and down, Jim was getting seasick or claustrophobic or both. It was pretty miserable. As we finally reached fresh air, one of the guys helping get people off the boat said “Don’t be considerate of the person in front of you, this is New York.” That at least made us laugh.


But I would not recommend this experience. At minimum have reservations. Then you get to skip the huge line. But I think the "huddled masses yearning to breathe free" experience would be the same. Maybe there are private boats available? I don’t know. Ugh!

After that we walked through Central Park and went to FAO Schwartz. Then dinner and the train ride back.


My mountain man!

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Vulnerability

The past few weeks have been a roller coaster and it puts me in the position of struggling with what to share on this blog. So I will try to let myself be a least a little bit vulnerable.

We started our first round of Clomid in September. All signs were looking good: I knew I ovulated and the tracking of my temperature was indicating that things were working. Jim and I went on vacation in October and got the happy confirmation that I was indeed pregnant. What a shock to learn that the Clomid worked the first time!!! But then we were tortured with not being able to share the happy news until we returned. We had to tell our parents first and had to do it in person. We had so much fun sharing the news with our family and friends and started thinking about all the things to be done.

Then, unfortunately, on the night of Tuesday October 28 I started to suspect I was miscarrying. I tried calling my doctor on Wednesday but she was unreachable. So we ended up in the emergency room to at least find out what was going on. It was a long four hours which ended in confirmation of the miscarriage at six weeks.

The emotions connected with this have been so overwhelming and I’m still sorting through them. But I am learning a lot about myself and I know I will grow from this. Trying to understand what God’s plan is for my life continues to baffle me, but I will continue to try to understand. Patience has NEVER been a strength of mine, and that tends to bite me in the rear over and over.

But part of why I want to try to share all this is to also just express my thankfulness and gratefulness to all of you who have poured out your love and support to Jim and me. Being on the receiving end like this is a new experience and surprisingly kind of hard. I know that I typically try to gloss over things and put on the front that “All is well.” But I am trying not to do that this time. I am surprised at how much effort it takes for me to let the vulnerability show through. We do really appreciate all the flowers, cards, emails and notes that have been sent our way.

As far as moving forward is concerned… Jim and I saw the OB on Thursday and she seems much more attentive than what we have felt in the past. We kind of feel like because I’m such a complicated case that perhaps she wasn’t really optimistic about my getting pregnant and was just going through the limited motions to appease us. But I think now that she has seen that we can get pregnant, she’s ready to take things more seriously. So we have to wait a couple months before she will prescribe the Clomid again, but next time I get pregnant she will start blood work on me right away instead of waiting to see me at the typical eight week mark. And she echoed what we have been saying that at least we now know that I can get pregnant and that is a step forward.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Mystic

Saturday we drove about 2 hours east to Mystic Seaport Village. This is an area that is kind of frozen in time around the 1800s. It was a huge shipbuilding village It was kind of interesting to see how the village was built up around this industry. There were a couple of ships we could explore.

Here is just a nice shot across Mystic River. I think it's a nice display of the fall colors.


This lighthouse wasn't very tall, but the light could be seen by ships from ten miles away.


This was the church in the Mystic Seaport Village. Jim and I were having fun experimenting with the camera and its manual settings.

I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Mystic Pizza - from the movie - was something we could see. Apparently the town and the pizza place are what inspired the movie. A lot of it was shot on location. However, being in the pizza place, it looked like nothing of what I remembered from the movie. Although it had been a while since I had seen the movie, I thought I would recognize something. And they were playing the movie in the place and once Jim saw it, he agreed that it looked too different. We went to buy some souveniers and asked the lady at the counter if the pizza place was also shot on location. Long-story-short, she didn't really know any information we could count on. So we'll have to see if we can figure more out ourselves.



So, it was a full day, but we saw a lot of Connecticut and had a nice time.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Travels East

Jim and I are on our easterly trip. We left early Thursday morning and took all day getting to Newark, New Jersey. We had a layover in Chicago and our flight got delayed due to winds in Newark. Once we finally were in flight we circled around a lot before being allowed to land. Then once we landed we sat on the tarmac for a while waiting for someone to let us into the gate. Then the shuttle to the rental car place seemed to go in circles just getting there. So were pretty dizzy and tired by the time we got to our hotel. But at least the hotel was pretty good.

Then we headed north this morning for New Milford, Connecticut. We specifically took a route that led us through the infamous town of Sleepy Hollow. I just have a fondness for Sleepy Hollow because my second grade class performed The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and I had a line! We didn't know what we would see but just wanted to check it out. You can see the welcoming sign below and all the street signs are orange with black lettering and a silhouette of the Headless Horseman.
And in our driving around we found this sign for Ichabod's Landing. So it was just kind of fun to see it.
This isn't the greatest picture, but you can see some of the fall colors going on. The next couple days should give us great opportunity to see much more and get great pictures.
It's so nice that Connecticut welcomes me. I feel so loved already. Thank you, Connecticut!
We're staying the next five nights with Jim's cousin to do lots of sight seeing and adventure having.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Farewell to Friends

This week I had to say good-bye to one of my life long friends. Darcy and I grew up down the street from each other since my earliest memories. We grew up in school together, went through girl scouts together and got into trouble together. She was always the cool kid while I was more on the outside. But she pushed me outside of a lot of my boundaries and made me a better person. And she made me the godmother of her first born.

She and her family packed up and moved to Colorado on Saturday. I think this is a really good move for them and I think their family will really thrive.

The Wednesday before they left, we had a little farewell party to spend some time together.




I will miss her and her family tremendously but I look forward to the many visits and the new excuse to travel to Colorado.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

The Big Bang Theory


Tuesday Jim and I drove to Burbank to see a taping of The Big Bang Theory. This is the show's second season and it has become a new favorite of ours. We always say we live so close to these things (and they are free) that we need to go see more shows, it just is few and far between. We got there pretty early so got pretty good seats. But the seats were tiny and really cramped (and the boy next to me was kind of stinky). I looked around and whipered to Jim: "There are a lot of geeks here." :0) And I half expected that because is a show about geeks essentially.
We arrived around 5pm, were in our seats around 6pm and the taping started at 7pm. What killed was that the taping lasted until almost midnight. I could not believe how long it was. The comedian host did some funny stuff and that helped to pass the time. But then he started mentioning something about pizza and water and napkins. I was waiting for the catch because I have never been fed at a taping before. But sure enough, they fed us. I guess it was because the night was lasting so long. Later one of the directors apologized for how long it was and explained it was because the had an unusually high amount of costume changes.
The show itself was pretty funny. Sheldon has a "labradoodle" fan that is somewhat obsessed with him and forces him to concentrate only on his physics work. He's shouldn't be wasting his time on Halo, paintball or Battlestar Galactica. Penny and the boys are perplexed by this "relationship" and love watching from the sidelines.
Jim has guessed that the show should air November 3 or 10. So keep your eyes out. The episode title is The Cooper-Newinski Theorom.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Fireproof

Jim and I went on a double date last night. It's been quite a while since we've been on a real date. Sure, we go out to dinner and that is always nice. But we got a little gussied up and had an official plan. After dinner at one of my favorite Italian restaurants - A'Roma - we went to the movies and saw Fireproof.

I didn't really know much about this movie. I knew it was a "Christian" movie and that Kirk Cameron was in it. People would reference "Facing the Giants" when talking about this movie, but I'd never seen that one, so the reference meant nothing to me. Once Fireproof came out all the people I heard talking about it said they really liked it. And only a couple days ago did I hear that the movie was about marriage.

Well, I really liked this movie. Yeah, the acting wasn't top notch, but the story was very real. It deals with a couple who have an unhappy marriage and are on the brink of divorce. Caleb's (Kirk Cameron) dad implores his son to hold off on divorce for 40 days while he does a Love Dare. The Love Dare is one day at a time of working on the marriage. The wife is not aware of the dare and she shuts him down a lot. Everything in the movie was relatable - the emotions, the reactions, the frustrations. What surprised me was the amount of laugh out loud humor. There was just enough mixed in to keep this movie from getting too heavy and depressing. The Christian story is brought in in a very effective way.

While this movie can be amazing for a couple that is struggling to see, even relationships that are doing pretty well can absorb a lot. It was a good movie.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Sheila

Jim and I took a walk tonight to In-N-Out for dinner. On our way there, we passed a neighbor’s house, about four or five houses down, and the lady was outside in her old-lady-dress and curlers. We smiled as we walked by.

We had a nice dinner at In-N-Out and ran into one of the families from church. Then we went to Fresh & Easy to get a couple ingredients I needed to make my Amish Friendship Bread tonight.

On our way home, the neighbor lady was still outside. She seemed to be looking at us and walking towards the sidewalk as if she wanted to say something. She asked if she could talk to us a moment.

Sheila – as we learned was her name – told us about her husband (of 49 ½ years) who had died two years ago and how in love they were. She wanted to tell us about their love because she could see that Jim and I had that love. Sheila and her husband lived as if there was no tomorrow and she wanted us to live that way too. She told of how they would write to each other every night and now that he is gone she reads his words every night with a laugh or smile. Francis, her husband, would complain about writer’s cramp sometimes. She went on and on and gushed about how in love they were. Don’t go to bed angry. Don’t leave the house upset. Francis would go to the store and call her while out to tell her he missed her.

And the dear old lady still had her spunk too. She talked about how her husband would give her a massage every Sunday…then he would get his “reward.” She would realize later that she probably should return the favor and give him a massage, but he was too anxious for the “love making” to care. She told Jim about five times that he should give me massages every week. And she told me that I needed to give him his “reward” when he was done.

I could tell that she was probably a little bit lonely and enjoyed being able to share her stories. She also gave examples that made it clear that she tells stories to probably anyone she comes across. I hope that I can push myself to interact with her more. Maybe bake some stuff sometimes. Remember her at Christmas. Just go sit with her and hear more stories. She told Jim and me that we were welcome to come visit her anytime.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

It's the Little Things

I grew up eating Laura Scudder’s Nutty Peanut Butter. It was so YUMMY!! It’s all natural and made from only peanuts and oil (salt too? I can’t remember). One thing that made the PB weirdly different from any of the others was that when it was purchased, the oil was separated and sitting on top of the peanutty mush. So it would have to be stirred then refrigerated to keep it from separating again. But, mmm-mmmm, was it ever good!!

When I got older and moved out on my own, I may have purchased Laura Scudder’s occasionally – but what a hassle to stir it. Plus, I had freedom. I didn’t have to buy the ultra healthy stuff my mom always bought. I could choose what I wanted. My nutritional rebellion was in full force. So, I’m ashamed to admit it, but I strayed. I bought other brands. Life was easy without the stirring.

Then a day came when I decided to buy Laura Scudder’s again. I don’t remember when. Was it around the time of marriage and I wanted to provide good food for my husband and me? I don’t know, but it sounds good, right? But, oh the joy of tasting that peanut butter again. That taste is light years ahead of any other brand. In comparison, the others hardly have any flavor at all. My loyalty to the brand returned.

Until…

This year we started eating organic. And our house goes through quite a bit of peanut butter. Costco sells a pretty good organic peanut butter. I found some other brand that had to be stirred, but it wasn’t any better or worse than the others. I was complacent.

Yesterday, on my lunch break, I went to the grocery store to stock up on snacks and stuff for work. I wasn’t sure what all I wanted so was mostly cruising the aisles. Then it happened. I came upon the peanut butter section. And there – shimmering in the light – was an amazing sight: ORGANIC LAURA SCUDDER’S NUTTY PEANUT BUTTER. I was so happy. It just made my day. I didn’t think life could be any better.



Until…

I went to the Laura Scudder’s website to send them an email about how happy I was to find their Organic products. I love that there are more and more Organic options so I want to make sure to give that feedback to the really important ones. As I looked at the site, what did I find? Lo and behold – they sell a peanut butter STIRRER! It’s made to go on their 16 oz. jar. Oh! I just never cease to be amazed. I ordered one straight away! I can’t wait until it arrives. I’m going to run home every day looking for it. You would not believe how giddy I am about this!

Call me NUTTY!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

3751 to San Diego - take 2

The steam engine Jim works on, 3751, took another trip to San Diego today. This was a special collection of private rail car owners - 24 in all. I went with Melanie's family to the Irvine station to watch it roll by at 8:30 this morning.

Here are Jake and Tyler looking down the tracks trying to catch the first glimpse of the headlight.


Here she blows!!


It was an amazingly long train with the cars being of various vintages. It's always fun to see the people hanging out and wave at them. I've been lucky enough to be on the train the last couple times and it was fun to experience whipping by this time.

I think the kids enjoyed it. Tyler had lots of questions and said it was an "exciting" day. He was counting how many exciting things had happened that morning and we had come up with six so far: three trains (3751 plus two Amtraks), a bunny, a squirrel and chickens. And it was only 10:00 a.m!



Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty...


I just love this picture! It makes me smile? Can you count how many kittens there are? Count again...I'll bet you'll find even more. If they would just stay that small and cute, I would take them ALL.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

No Pulitzer in My Future


I feel like I’m back in school. My dad asked me to write an article for a newsletter he creates and I am struggling. He says he likes my writing style on this blog and wants me to share a story in the same style. That is turning out to be harder than it sounds.

The audience for this will be much broader and they don’t know me. They won’t get my goofiness. So I’m over-thinking, over-analyzing, over-editing. Plus the story itself is kind of tough to tell with the necessary anonymity factor. PLUS Plus it’s not really the type of story that I would incorporate much goofiness.

So my dad gave me feedback on the first draft, all of which makes sense, but making it work is the next challenge. Ugh! I thought I graduated school two years ago!

Monday, September 8, 2008

My First Jewish Wedding

I experienced my first Orthodox Jewish wedding last night. It is definitely a unique experience. But leading up to the wedding I had to decide what to wear. I had been told that women had to wear a skirt or dress, not pants. No problem. But as the weekend approached and I thought about what I might wear, everything was bright, summery colors. In my mind, I thought that might not be right. I had the stereotypical vision in my head of everyone wearing black. I had no idea if that was true, but I envisioned my dresses sticking out like a sore thumb.

Saturday night Jim and I looked online to see what guidance might be there. The common themes, were long skirts, sleeves at least ¾ length, and unexpectedly it talked about the neckline. Oh, no. I hadn’t even thought about the neckline. We didn’t see much about color but Jim eventually saw something that mentioned muted colors. Anything I had in mind was not very muted and the necklines were questionable. I am not one to wear plunging necklines, but I wanted to be respectful. I tried different clothes on and Jim weighed in. We kind of settled on an outfit, still questioned the neckline, then I thought about wearing a scarf. Ah! A solution!

Sunday morning I went to my mom’s house and raided her closet. She has a nice, long, dark brown skirt. Check. I found a silk scarf with brown tones that matched the skirt beautifully. Check. Ooh, here’s a broach to hold the scarf and dress it all up a little. Hooray! But the top I was still planning to wear was long sleeve and rather fitted and knit. I would die of heat. So I also found a lighter top in my mom’s closet that I could wear. Check. Check. Check.

The Kabbalat Panim started at 5:30 in Los Angeles. This is basically a pre-party before the ceremony. The bride sits on a “throne” and is admired by all the guests while the groom is with the men. At one point the groom is carried to the bride to lower her veil over her face (after he makes sure he’s marrying the right woman: Genesis 29:16-29) During this hour lots of appetizers are available and there was an open bar all night. I asked Jim to see if they had apple cider I could drink. He came back with a day glow green drink. I said “Didn’t you get me anything.” He said this was their attempt at apple cider – which they did not have. It was tonic water and apple schnapps. It tasted terrible!!! I’ll stick with the soda.

At 6:30 we were all ushered into another room for the Chuppah (ceremony). The men sat on the right side of the aisle and the women were on the left. The groom was Iranian, so there was quite a bit of Iranian influence in the music, the people and the food. The majority of the ceremony was in Hebrew. There was a booklet provided to explain what was happening, so that helped.

After the ceremony, it’s now about 8:00, the bride and the groom spend some time alone. So the guests have a new food spread to indulge in. It was so packed in this area, that I just found a spot to stand and stayed there while Jim wandered around and tried to reach the food. There was some unusual fruit which is yet to be identified, but I finally learned today that one was called rambutan .

At about 8:45, the reception room is opened up and we can go to our table. There is a nine piece band playing on the stage. Down the center of the dance floor is a big dividing curtain. At 9:00, the couple enters the room surrounded by family and friends. The men go to the right side of the curtain and the women the left. For the next 30-40 minutes it is just wild, excited dancing around the bride and groom. The groom gets hoisted – sitting or standing – on someone’s shoulders. The bride and groom each get lifted in a chair over and over at separate times and sometimes together. It is so wild and so much fun.

Our table happened to be on the men’s side and Jim suggested I check out what the women were doing. So I look around and realize I am one of only about 5 women left on this side of the curtain. I better go over there. So I do, and there are still quite a few men on the women’s side. The bride’s mom starts a circle of dancing – with the holding hands going around like ring-around-the-roses. I watch for a while and then she pulls me in too, so now I’m dancing with all these women. What a riot! I go back to my table and as the dancing continues, men are pulling napkins from our table…our water glasses…our chairs. I felt like I was being robbed. I grabbed my napkin before anyone could take it. The men started taking off their jackets and piling them on top of Jim’s. Who knew if people would end up with the right one back?

Finally at about 9:45 the dancing stopped and they announced the buffet was open. AAHH!! That’s it? Go for it?!?! Dive in?!?! No dismissing by table? I need more organization than this! I need my linear boxes. Too much chaos for one night!!!! So we waited a little bit for the mob to die down. There was variety of food and Jim was good about grabbing some new things to try. During dinner the divider was taken off the dance floor and once the meal was done, some thanks and congratulations were made by the father of the bride and then the regular dancing began. Jim and I got out of there just after 11pm and had to make the drive back home.

It was a wonderful experience to see another slice of culture. I had some expectations, but tried to just keep my mind open to whatever there would be. I tried to soak up as much as I could. I left with more questions than answers, but also with more understanding and appreciation.

By the way…what I wore was perfectly appropriate. The majority of women were in black, but there was a mix of everything else too. So I would have been fine no matter what I wore, but I felt appropriate and respectful (albeit a bit matronly).

Thursday, September 4, 2008

2008 - February

February 4th
We had our follow up appointment with Dr. K. He had reviewed the liver biopsy with another specialist at Long Beach Memorial Hospital. They came to the conclusion of the diagnosis of Primary Sclerosing Cholangitis (PSC). PSC is a chronic (lasting years and decades), progressive (worsening over time) disease of the bile ducts that channel bile from the liver into the intestines. Here is the description from the Mayo Clinic.

Primary sclerosing cholangitis is a disease in which the ducts inside and outside the liver are narrowed due to inflammation. In the disease's early stages, the bile ducts (bile is a liquid that helps break down fat in food) and the tissues around them become inflamed. With the spread of inflammation, the bile ducts are destroyed and scar tissue is created. Continued inflammation and scar tissue buildup can lead to cirrhosis, where scar tissue distorts the liver, disrupts blood flow through the liver and interferes with its normal function.

The cause of PSC is unknown, but it is thought to be an immune response in which the body attacks the cells lining the bile ducts of the liver. This response may be due to exposure to something in the environment, a virus or bacteria, or a person's genetic makeup.

The course of PSC is unpredictable, but in most people it progresses slowly. Although PSC can be life-threatening, many people with the disease live active, productive lives.

Dr. K prescribed Ursodiol (Urso) which should help to slow the progression. A liver transplant may be in the future, but hopefully not for 10-15 years (at least). Dr. K orders an MRI (or MRCP) and a bone density test. I also have more blood work done to check my vitamin levels as this disease can cause deficits in A, D, and K. I will see him every three months.

February 7th
MRCP (Magnetic Resonance CholangioPancreatography). It’s basically the same thing as an MRI except no dye is necessary and it focuses on the biliary tract. I’ve never had anything like this done before and it makes me think of eighties movies that were futuristic where everyone and everything is in white, with bright lights. But I lay on a table, get strapped in, wrapped in sheets and the table moves into the tube.

Now, when the technician took me back to change my clothes in preparation, she kept talking to Jim thinking he was “Shawn” (even though I was wearing the medical bracelet). They told him to remove everything from the waste up and put the gown on. I asked, “What about my bra?” (wondering about the metal clasps). Response, “No, that’s okay.” She also made no mention about jewelry at all. But I had heard that you shouldn’t have any metal, so I took all my jewelry off. When I went into the room, they kept checking me and my name (still expecting a boy).

So as the table is moving into the big magnetic tube, Jim pipes up and says “She still has her bra on…?” The two technicians freak out, pull me back out and have me take it off. I have horrible images of little pieces of metal ripping through my body. AAAHHHH!!! J So what did that first tech think she was answering when I asked the question?

The test itself went fine. I didn’t get claustrophobic, but I can see why people do. Jim and I were worried that I would have an itching fit if I had to lie still for too long of a time, but no itchies bothered me. It was pretty loud in the tube and I had earphones on that the techs could talk to me through. The whole thing was maybe 10 minutes.

A few weeks later I received a survey asking how my experience was. I made sure they knew that at no time did anyone inform me to remove all metal. It was only luck that Jim and I knew about it.

Dr. K called a week or so later with the MRCP results which just were a confirmation of the PSC diagnosis. There are signs of scarring in the bile ducts, but doesn’t sound like it is too bad or serious at this point. Definitely in Stage 1 (of 4).

Adjusting to medication was a bit tough. I was pretty tired, lethargic, and blah. But about a month later I was feeling better.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

This Is Just Too Much Fun!!

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Disco Inferno 2

I don't know why, but whenever I would try to add comments to the video post below, the video link would get messed up. So, I'll tell you here that video makes me laugh so hard I want to pee my pants! You have to check that site out and play with it. I just don't know why I have a floating head?!?!?

Disco Inferno

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Regina Phalange

Okay, so I was trying to find a quiz that tells you which Friends character you are. Now, I didn't really like this quiz as it was totally obvious which answer was related to which character. So when I tried to do Phoebe on purpose....

This is the picture....


Uhm...
I guess I'm more like Phoebe than I realized?
Anyone else see the resemblance????? (ignore the ginormous head)

Scary.

But, I do kinda like the description:
"you're phoebe...completely off the wall and scatter brained, but your friends know you'll always be faithful to them, no matter what."


I don't think I'm scattered brained and I probably wish I could be more off the wall than I am. But I hope my Friends would agree with the faithfulness.

"P - as in Phoebe
H - as in Hee-Bee
O - as in O-Bee
E - as in E-Bee
B - as in Bee-Bee
E - as in 'Ello there mate!"

"They don't KNOW that we know they know we know!"

(Oh, I'm dieing laughing. hee hee)

"The messers, become...the MESS-EES!!!"

(A ha ha ha, {snort} ha ha ha)