June 29, 2007
I Needed the Calcium Anyway
France was good. But Calais, she is not a beautiful place (apologies if I'm offending anyone from Calais.) Calais is simply a port town where the boats and the Eurotunnel come in, and it's swimming with French people fed up with dealing with the English who've come there to buy alcohol. Angus, Jeff and I hit a shopping center where we stocked up on our favorites - good mustard, olive oil, chocolates, cheese (we went running into the cheese aisle, weeping with joy and love), and my favorite, a candy I call
Dragonballs.
Then we hit the liquor store.
Hard.
We bought 78 bottles of wine, 52 bottles of beer, and a bottle of very good single malt whiskey (Ballachulish, for those who like the nectar of life.)
Then we hopped a train home and unpacked it all. We went to bed and yesterday, despite our attempts to change his flight so he could stay longer, Jeff flew home (Scandinavian Airlines sucks. Has to be said.) We waved goodbye as he was escorted to the plane (he's underage so when he flies alone he takes the unaccompanied minor service, complete with the embarrassing neck pouch he has to wear) and now the house is quiet. We have a lot to do - work got neglected, emails need to be answered, the house looks like Martha Stewart's biggest fucking nightmare, and the project that Angus and Jeff have been working on - ripping out the diseased hedges in the front and building a fence - is only partly done because there's only so much you can do in the rain.
A lot has been going on. I realized the other night that I'm actually not doing too well - my hair continues to come out in chunks in the shower, to the point now where I'm actually worried I am losing too much hair. I've been downing Tums like the bottle may have a golden ticket to the Wonka factory in it. I thought it was all part of being the Lemonheads' personal transportation, but with the appearance of ass bleed the other night it appears that actually, my body is telling me it's pretty fucking stressed out.
I downloaded th Editors new album, and now I'm sitting in my study (the next room to be terrorized by Angus and Helen's Great Renovation Project of 2007) and think about everything I'm thinking and feeling.
It's all a little too big, even for someone whose shoulders are as broad as mine.
I've had a lot churning around inside of me, things that perpetrate the enormous mistakes I made when I was younger, as well as the mistakes that were made against me. I don't mean that in a "sobbing on Oprah's couch blaming my inability to hold down a job based on my father's alcoholism" kind of way, but mistakes in my life are common, and some of them are my own and some of them aren't. But I'm someone that doesn't like thinking about the past, I'd rather the past was just a bit of white noise while I change the channel to understand what's going on now. This applies to everything, from walking to school as a 6 year-old to loving Kim to those hot humid Texas summers where I looked up at the sky and wondered where it all went from here. All of those things are uncomfortable and lightly mocking. My mistakes tremble on the ground before me like hot coals.
The things bothering me are hot and varied. The incident with Melissa weighs on my mind, but it's safely on the "we can fix this" list. I think she and I can fix this, we just need to talk. I do also think a small part of it is adolescent hormones and turmoil, but I'm not dismissing the seriousness of her feelings because of that.
One of my current stresses is that Angus' ex is causing us huge issues. Her behavior and statements are well and truly out of control now. The night before Melissa had to go home last week, she got a message from her mother that she should take a cab from the airport, let herself inside the house, and her mother would see her in the morning. Her mother had a last minute trip to another country, so Melissa would be home alone.
All night long.
At age 14.
And this is much, much too uncomfortable for me. I remember being home alone at age 14 all night long. I would sit up in the living room and watch the same Betamax tape again and again and again. I would watch the door. I would listen for my sister, asleep in the other room. And I would wait. I hated it, and I'm not trying to project myself into Melissa's life, but I've got this to say - I'm not a mother. I don't know the first thing how hard it is to be a mother. I can't imagine being a divorced mother of two hoping to find something to raise you up out of the mundane sadness of needing something just for yourself.
But you don't leave your 14 year-old home alone all night long.
Ever.
And I may not be a mother but I call bullshit on that happening.
We couldn't change her flight, so off Melissa went. Angus phoned her constantly, to the point where Melissa was getting annoyed with the phone calls and she was just fine anyway, completely unphased by the whole thing. Angus was angry and upset that if there was an emergency, both of her parents were not only not nearby, they were both out of the goddamn country. And yes, we agree that there may be things occurring in the furute where an overnight alone may happen, but for God's sake arrange for some adult friend to come stay over or something.
Don't leave a kid alone all night, in the dark, wondering.
The ex has done a number of things lately to really fuck me off, but I won't go into them here. I really don't want her attacked on this blog, because it only tears Angus up, so I'm trying to be as neutral as possible.
We're all - Angus, his kids, and Angus' mother, brothers, and sisters-in-law, who all have contact with the ex-wife - tiptoeing around the ex right now because she hasn't been told about the babies yet. Angus has been discussing regularly with Melissa and Jeff as to when and how to tell her. He consults them because they're the ones who have to live with her. He consults with them because he wants to be sensitive to their needs and feelings. He consults with them because her reaction to our engagement was extremely negative, as you can imagine.
And when she finds out about the babies, we all have no doubt that it will be incredibly ugly.
But all three of them have agreed that she'll be told in the next few weeks. They've picked a specific damage-limitation time that is best for them. Angus will tell her himself, and then will be there for everyone in a supportive capacity. I think we're all pretty stressed out about it-Melissa, Jeff and Angus don't want to see her hurt. Angus and I worry about how she'll take it out on the kids and his family. And I worry that once more, the Lemonheads are something associated with great unhappiness.
Angus got a mail from his brother Adam two days ago that has further sent me into orbit. I like his brother, I really do, even when he's being a dick and telling me my unbaptized children will go to hell if they die. He's done this before, emailed and stepped in and tried to intervene on behalf of the family. He did it again, but this time he's wound me up no end.
In his email he pressured Angus to tell the ex now. Like, NOW. He further went on to say that he thinks the ex-wife will make it difficult for Angus to see Melissa and Jeff when she finds out, and that they have regular contact with her and get told all the details of the dramas in her life. Also? She may not be so cooperative in helping Angus with things like "doing the dirty laundry when the kids come back from visiting you".
THAT. That was the straw. That was the sentence.
I accept he has ultra-conservative views about marriage and the baptism of our babies. I accept that he and his wife have contact with the evil ex and don't defend Angus when she goes on an embellished rampage (she loves to bang on about money, and how she has none. Angus pays a huge sum of child support, plus buys clothes and extras for both the kids AND the ex-she sends over grocery requests every time they come over and he buys them for her and sends them back. If she's so upset about money, maybe she shouldn't have done things like buy a horse, spent a month's salary on a pedigree puppy, or, oh, I dunno, quit her job?) I accept that his family would love to know the details of the split-up from Angus, who (like me in my real life) is a very private person and doesn't talk about the details. I even accept that I am still painted as the Bride of Satan and Angus is, by extension, Satan.
But in saying that I would ever send his kids home with a suitcase of dirty clothes?
That's the fucking step too far.
It's not such a big deal, that statement. Dirty laundry, what a tiny thing to hit out on. But it's a monkier for the bigger picture, which is this: I'm not as good a mother as Angus' ex.
I know they think it. I know it. And it's not a competition or anything, but for Christ's sake, can you give a girl a chance here?
Lemme' clue you in on something here, Adam-NOT ONCE have Melissa and Jeff gone home with dirty clothes. They always return with their clothes freshly laundered and smelling like sun-fucking-dappled pools. Always. Have they shown up here with dirty clothes? You betcha'. More than once something they unpacked went straight into the washing machine (but I just think kids find laundry really boring and unimportant, I chalk it up to a kid thing, not a bad parenting thing.)
I may not be great at dusting. I may procrastinate at ironing clothes until the pile is registering for its own island status. But never, ever have those kids gone without care, love, and housekeeping while they've been here. And I will never leave my 14 year-old kid home alone all night.
I can accept that his family may view me as the flighty, mentally ill, unreliable soul that the ex wife paints me as, someone incapable of looking after Angus' children. And I do worry that I'm not being a good stepmother and that I won't be a good mother. If I wasn't worried, wouldn't that be a bad sign? Didn't Mommy Dearest run around thinking she was the bomb when it came to motherhood? Does that mean I should go get the toothbrushes and the wire hangers, will I be a good mother then?
You can call me a home wrecker.
You can label me as someone with psychological issues.
But don't you ever tell me that Angus' kids aren't looked after when they're here.
Angus very calmly and clearly spelled a lot of things out for his brother in a reply email, including defending our care of the children and the throw-away dirty laundry remark. He thanked him for his concern, but told him that he and his kids - the ones who are the biggest involved parties - are handling how to tell the ex-wife about the babies.
But this, along with many other enormous stresses, hangs over my head. When she finds out it's going to be very, very bad. I do actually wish that she didn't feel bad, but we all know it's coming.
Until it happens, I have Tums.
Tums, and my outrageous burning anger that will be addressed with Adam when I see him next weekend.
-H.
PS-if you do comment, please don't attack Angus' ex-wife. She is the mother of his kids, and attacks on her do give him conflict and I understand that. I discussed this post with him beforehand and he's ok with me posting it, so let's not pile on and have a go.
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Helen,
I got nothing except a long distance electronic hug for you. But you're one of the strongest persons that I've never met, so I know that you'll be fine.
Posted by: physics geek at June 29, 2007 11:59 AM (MT22W)
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First, how the hell did you get all those booze home? I'm looking at the picture of the boxes and going...wow... they must all be going to the gym to carry those suckers home!
Secondly, you are all in a tough situation.My best wishes to you all, I hope that the announcement doesn't go as bad as your all expecting... but I'm sending hugs to you all, and little rubs for the lemonheads anyway.
Posted by: Angela at June 29, 2007 12:12 PM (DGWM7)
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Angus has my sympathies for the tightrope he's walking in all of this. I'm gussing that's about a weeks worth of alcohol for him? *lol*
Criticism of your parenting skills is something that comes with the territory. In the end, the opinions of 5 people besides yourself are the only ones that matter. Every one else can go take a flying fuck.
I'm not sure you should even confront Adam. You won't change his mind. I think it might be more productive to just bang your head on a rock for 5 minutes.
Posted by: ~Easy at June 29, 2007 12:30 PM (X+de8)
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Yep, I think it's a good thing you're worried about being a good mom. Because of it, I think you'll do a great job. Everything will work out in the end, that's the way it goes.
Posted by: Hannah at June 29, 2007 12:38 PM (5w+E2)
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Angela - luckily, we have a 7 seater car. So 4 of the seats disappeared under a haze of rattling bottles!
Easy -
I think it might be more productive to just bang your head on a rock for 5 minutes.
That was the laugh I needed today. Thanks for that.
Posted by: Helen at June 29, 2007 12:43 PM (prbIf)
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This completely aside from what most of your post is about -- how do you get all of the lovely stuff you bought home?!
Posted by: Dotty at June 29, 2007 12:48 PM (KJE2B)
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Helen,
As someone who has the most wonderful stepmother anyone can imagine, and by the same token, a horrid stepfather, I can tell you that you became a mother the moment you let Angus's kids into your life. You've been a mother for that long. Never doubt that. And as Hannah said, the fact that you are worried about being a good mom is a sure sign of that. All four of those kiddies are lucky to have you.
Hugs to you! And I do hope things turn up better than you expect.
Posted by: Amanda at June 29, 2007 12:51 PM (ay+rD)
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The stress and hurt of this situation would have me over the edge, Helen.
Once upon a time, my therapist told me about "thank you for your opinion." It's her polite way of acknowledging another's right to talk, but not indicating that she will or will not do what another is suggesting - or continuing the conversation. Personally, I add a mental "now f- off and die" to the end of it
I do wish that others would keep their opinions and cracks to themselves, especially when they're uninformed.
So hard on all of you. I really hope this goes much better than forecasted and that the stress lightens. *hug*
Posted by: Opal at June 29, 2007 12:54 PM (Us7dd)
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To quote a good friend of mine, that shit is fucked up, yo. All of it. I hope you guys can get it somewhat sorted out soon, and that you are pleasantly surprised by a less-negative reaction from her than you expect.
And yes. If you weren't worried about being a parent, you would be doing something very very wrong.
Please take care of yourself & the babies, even if it does mean buying stock in GlaxoSmithKline.
Posted by: Sarah at June 29, 2007 01:11 PM (Mn4PC)
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Being a divorcee (remarried for over 27 years) I can so relate. I had two small children when we split and although the ex was a bit of bother and his parents were a huge pain in the backside, I still wouldn't let anyone say anything negative about him - especially in front of the kids. When my ex got re-married his new wife wanted children, and he didn't. She always resented that and never really warmed up to our children (which, of course, they could feel). She would post pictures all over their home of her nephew, but not ONE photo of our children. Finally, one year for Christmas I played the devils' advocate and had the kids give their dad nice framed photos of them. (Who said I played fair?)
At any rate, I admire the fact that you ARE trying to be civil - even to the point of considering her feelings on how and when to bring the babes into the mix. Good for you.
The brother-in-law? I hate people who give you the whole "kids are going to hell" thing... geez. Been down that road before, too.
Try to get some relaxation - take care of yourself. The little ones need you. Well, the big ones do too - you're such a good mom / step-mom. Really.
Posted by: sue at June 29, 2007 01:15 PM (WbfZD)
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I'm with you on avoiding the pile-on; although it feels good to be bitchy the ending result is that it hurts the kids. As someone who grew up with angry ex-wife issues hanging over the family (and still hanging over the family 30+ years later) I commend you for being strong enough not to stoke the fire.
No matter how it goes with the ex - the lemon heads are a blessing not only to you & your family but to the world. Keep that knowledge tucked in your heart.
Posted by: cursingmama at June 29, 2007 01:53 PM (PoQfr)
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Oh Helen, you are going to be such a good mother to your Lemonheads. Sift out all the crap and try to keep the positive karma flowing. Here: I'm sending you some 'good' right now....feel it?
Posted by: Marie at June 29, 2007 02:02 PM (v+Iku)
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Family can be hard-real hard. Like Easy said, your (or any mom's) parenting skills is always up to debate by everyone-the trick is to not let it get to you. Easier said then done, I know all too well....
And I swear to god if a picture of you wearing cold cream ,a turban, and holding a wire hanger pops up on 365, I want to let you know Social Services is on speed-dial.
Just sayin'.
Posted by: Teresa at June 29, 2007 02:14 PM (DROSH)
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This shit sucks.
That is all.
I'm thinking mean thoughts. I'm a child of divorced parents, too, so I'd like to think I'm allowed since I've gone through all this crap as a child.
Grr.
Good luck on figuring it out and reducing the Tums popping.
Posted by: Jen(aside) at June 29, 2007 02:43 PM (u973k)
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It's actually ok to bring that much crap with you on the train? Interesting. I'm guessing taxes are less over there? You can't get away with that crap over here, which I'm sure you know. I wouldn't want to buy booze in Canada anyways (other than to get the actual GOOD Molson) because of their taxes.
As for being home alone at 14, I'm not sure how I feel about it. It happened to me regularly, and I honestly had no problem with it. I enjoyed the freedom and never really got into any trouble, but everyone's mileage may vary. Taking a cab home from the airport though? Creepy. In the US at least, I wouldn't trust many of our local cabbies any further than you could throw them. My advice, talk to Melissa about it and see how she felt. If she really was ok with it, don't make a big deal. The worst things when I was a kid is when one of my sets of parents would make an issue out of something that just wasn't for me.
Big hugs to you girl, I know life is hard right now. Exs are hard and there's two sides to everything, and in the scheme of things, everyone is hurting, etc. One day maybe you'll look back at it all and laugh? I try to do that about my parents divorce. Sometimes I wish I could just send you some of the extra calm I have lying around. If anyone needs it, it's you!
Posted by: Dani at June 29, 2007 03:01 PM (OaLsK)
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Coming out of the shadows to, first of all, say how very much I enjoy your writing and your candid, humorous approach to making sense of this thing called life. Amazing how a complete stranger can feel like such a kindred spirit.
I don't know how you feel about astrology, but retrograde Mercury has been wreaking havoc on us all this month and many of the events of your life in the recent path correspond very closely with the effects of this celestial phenomenon (the churning up of your past, communication breakdowns, etc). I am sure that you can find oodles of explanations about this yourself, but here is one: http://astrologyzone.com/forecasts/monthly/aries_full.php.
No more lurking.
Kind wishes to you from across the pond.
Posted by: Gwyneth at June 29, 2007 03:34 PM (mSUnd)
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You and Angus and all four kids live in Fucktardland. Ugh. I've been there. Not a pretty place to visit.
Posted by: andria at June 29, 2007 03:49 PM (Oo4k1)
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Sweetie, all I can say is that I hope in a few years you'll be able to sit down with your wonderful boy and a good glass of wine and watch Melissa and Jeff playing with the Lemonheads and laugh loud and long over the anxieties you're feeling now. Wouldn't that be fun?
Posted by: caltechgirl at June 29, 2007 03:56 PM (qPLLC)
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I think the better you are at mothering her kids the worse she will think of you. It seems to work out that way in the law of balance. I hope she reacts to the news of the babies with acceptance and begins to realize that no matter how horrible she behaves toward you and Angus you are in it for the long haul. I very much hope she doesn't take it out on the kids. It would also be nice to hear she'd decided to become an independent thinking person and go out and get a job.
I am not one who would leave my 14 year old child home alone (worse still to have them come home to an empty house from a trip out of the country alone!) at all, especially not if I was away overnight out of the country. Wow. I do think it's a good idea to talk to Melissa and see if it bothered her as much as it would seem that it should. I can't imagine she would be comfortable with it, but I guess some children are much more independent and capable than others are. I would not have been comfortable in such a situation at 14, myself.
I hope you're able to get some sort of stress relief. Stress + hormones + assholish behavior is not a good combination and I'm sorry for all that is weighing down what should be a magical time for you all.
Posted by: Lisa at June 29, 2007 05:10 PM (e8V7B)
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Gotta say, the laundry thing never occurred to me. I'm probably speaking about something I know nothing about and should shut up now because my kids were grown when we divorced but I know me and I can just see me being the parent sending the kids home with dirty laundry sometimes and never thinking anything about it out of ignorance.
I remember my ex's now-ex-wife throwing a fit when she moved in with him (our old home together, since I left everything with him) because I had not picked up my silver tea set my grandmother had left me and it was badly in need of cleaning. She was flat out outraged by me not taking care of it. Honestly, I'd just forgotten about it, lol! I had other things on my mind at the time.
And as for leaving Melissa at home alone at 14 when you would have freaked out, yeah. I would have freaked out at 14 too; I was afraid of the dark and I would not have handled it well. However, I'll bet my Lucy would have sneered at all my fears just as Melissa did when you guys kept calling her and that's due to all that love and support she is getting from all sides. I get the impression that Jeff and Melissa are extremely well-adjusted and that's a tribute to you all.
As for the ex, if she chooses to be so difficult, oh well, that's her loss. And if she gets upset about the Lemonheads, it's her problem, not yours. Babies make the world go 'round; how can anyone have a problem with it? I'm a little in Angus' ex's position in that I recently found out he and his fiance are adopting a little boy and he will be a legal brother to Lucy and Ray. If that's what they want to do, that's *their* life, their choice. No business of mine, for one thing, and for another, there are far more important things to get torqued about than someone (*gasp*) having children or bringing more love into this world.
I could be all catty and shit and point out that he never pays attention to the kids he has already but what would good that do? Why cause strife? Why hurt him or anyone?
All that being said, however, I don't like my ex's new fiance and I've never even met her. Just based upon what I've heard. And I'm sure his fiance dislikes me just as much. I've heard the stories he's told everyone about our breakup to his family and friends, it's obviously biased in his favor so to them, I'm a huge selfish asshole bitch.
But to MY friends/family, my EX is the huge selfish asshole bastard.
And so it goes.
I have no point to make, really, just prattling, heh. You know, I keep seeing in movies these couples that split up and then everyone stays so friendly when they re-marry; they even all go rent cabins together or go on cruises together or whatever. One big happy family.
But I have NEVER witnessed that in real life. Nope, everyone pretty much pretends to get along for the sake of the kids, but most people just wish the wish the divorced partner would drop off the planet somehow, I think.
Well, at least I do sometimes, but I guess I'm horrible.
;-P
I'm glad you have the blog to vent on. And man, your vino/booze take looks awesome!
Sorry for the War & Peace comment but you know how I am. ;-P You know, I wish I could send you some of our wines and I totally would but the freight is OUTRAGEOUS to the UK! I sent some wine to a customer last year and it was well over $100 for just six bottles!
Love ya! Wish I knew a way to help with the hair thing but I lost my hair like crazy when I was pregnant. It all came back in though after the baby was born.
(okay, I'll stop, sorry)
Posted by: The other Amber at June 29, 2007 07:40 PM (zQE5D)
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I'm with Caltech girl!
Posted by: kenju at June 29, 2007 11:10 PM (DBvE5)
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I will just comment on the picture, you look fucking amazing, I love this picture! I look like that even when not pregnant!
Posted by: Cheryl at June 29, 2007 11:35 PM (ofEMA)
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Dude. If you were mentally well, how the hell would this steamy love affair work? HOW?
You know I was targeted by a certain person in my life and told in no uncertain terms that I wasn't going to love my son. Which was code for "you're going to be a shitty mother." I still carry that with me, but it's not some sort of reverse psychology thing that's projected on me. I am a fucking FANTASTIC mother. And not because I have to prove said person wrong. I am because it's what I want to be. And I am because I love that kid with every single ounce of everything that I am.
If there's one thing that you can let yourself relax on, it's others telling you that in their own passive aggressive way, you're going to suck at parenthood. Sure, you'll do stupid things, but you're going to be a fucking FANTASTIC mother too. And you've already got great practice. And you're doing something right if Melissa is reaching out to you the way she is. If there's one thing that you can let go of eating at you, it's definitely that.
Posted by: statia at June 30, 2007 03:03 AM (lHsKN)
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Hrm...you don't think his brother sent that email because maybe Angus's brother or his wife may have slipped up and accidentally already said something to the ex, do you?
Posted by: Tracy at June 30, 2007 04:34 AM (0rzA0)
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I wasn't thinking, literally, dirty laundry in their suitcases, I thought he was speaking metaphorically with that comment. Either way, it wasn't his business to say it, but family always thinks your business is their business. I totally agree that the better mother you are the more the Ex will resent you, putting her in a bad light in relation and all that, so there isn't one damn thing you can do to fix any of it. I'm sorry you have the Big Announcement hanging over your head, this should be joyous news to all and it realy sucks that she is making it otherwise.
Posted by: Donna at June 30, 2007 05:16 PM (lQSbL)
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Hi. I am worried about you, you seem so stressed out. Did you talk to your doctor? Are you seeing a therapist? While I am no specialist of divorce, you are doing a great job as a step-mother. I am sure the kids realize it. Try to ignore the Ex -- there is not much you can do about her. She is not going to change and become your friend. When I went through my reduction, which was certainly the worst time of my life, every one advised me to focus on the good thing: my baby. And it helped. Try to focus on the good things in your life Helen. You have found a loving mate, you have wonderful step children, and you have the Lemmonheads! OK, your house is not going to be featured in Great Homes, but you have found a place you love! OK, I know I am becoming preachy. THinking of you and the Lemmonheads
Posted by: marie-baguette at July 01, 2007 01:04 PM (BNqmF)
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I wish you could be swept, to be spoiled and lazy, away until the storm blows over, with your chocolate and cheese in hand!
Posted by: Steff at July 01, 2007 01:48 PM (ECxJF)
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There are more comments than I can read, so I may repeat what others have said--advance apologies. I have experienced the ex-wife saying things that are untrue, and I was so furious I wanted to spit. Unfortunately, it was the girls who repeated things to me, so I had to do the *no reaction while I seethe inwardly* thing.
That was one of the hardest days I've had as a stepmom. We know, and just remind yourself that she will never have a great opinion of you, and it doesn't matter. She is wrong, and you are a great stepmother. I have no doubt--even though all I know about you comes from this blog. Your love and concern for Jeff and Melissa is clear from what you write. Hang in there and keep doing what you know is right.
Posted by: sophie at July 01, 2007 07:32 PM (1HOa8)
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I'm with Tracy. As soon as I read about his brother insisting she be told NOW, I thought OMG - I think they've told her accidentally and have asked her to keep quiet until Angus officially tells her. Hope that's not the case! xx
Posted by: Flikka at July 01, 2007 11:35 PM (puvdD)
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I haven't read the other comments.
Helen, I worry constantly that should I someday get pregnant, that the evil bitch egg donor mother of my step-daughter will not take it well and that will be the kiss of death for my husband seeing his daughter.
I suspect hubby feels it to, and that's a contributing factor to him not wanting children with me.
Good luck, sweetie.
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June 27, 2007
Booze Cruise
So between the rain, the
new prime minister we're getting today who is the very definition of "charisma bypass", the fact that the lawn is so long I'm sure that any moment now an antelope or two will come springing out by the hammock, and the 4th of July party we're having next weekend (on the 7th of July, as you do when you don't live in your home country anymore and you can't inconvenience everyone to come over for a BBQ on a work day), Angus, Jeff and I are bunking off on a
booze cruise today.
Although technically we're taking the Euro Tunnel so it's not a cruise, it's a train. What does that make it - a rum run? Locomotive loot? Something equally trite?
I know it's trite and everyone does it, but we're off to France for an afternoon to buy alcohol and do a grocery run. Alcohol in France costs a fraction of what it does over here thanks to our good friend The Tax, and so we make one France run a year and the alcohol tends to last us for about 10-12 months. We're out of alcohol. It is time. Plus, it's an interesting diversion for the day, it gets us out of the way of the rain that's coming and we get to buy fabulous French Emmenthal, which makes my heart go pitter patter*.
So apologies for the short post, but computer time will continue to be limited until the little guy goes home tomorrow, and I've got some long ones coming after that.
-H.
* Yes I am allowed to eat Emmenthal. It's considered a safe one.
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Cool, as I am selfishly missing your updates! I also selfishly miss those booze runs to France, and stinky cheese. Not that the cheese here in Oz is any less stinky, but its the frenchness I miss!
Posted by: Sarah at June 27, 2007 11:45 AM (y1pJp)
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I really envy the ability to hop the train and end up in France! Wish I could do that.
Posted by: kenju at June 27, 2007 12:54 PM (DBvE5)
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Sounds like fun-have a great "run"!*
*I'm a poet and I didn't know it!
Damn!
Posted by: Teresa at June 27, 2007 03:08 PM (t41IP)
Posted by: Terry at June 27, 2007 08:01 PM (2nDll)
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Huh....must be nice to on a train for a quick jaunt to France...FRANCE!
A quick jaunt for me is a real exciting place with beautiful (vandilized) buildings...they call it Milwaukee Wisconsin, because you know...Chicago is way too close.
I hope you had fun!
Posted by: Heidi at June 27, 2007 08:45 PM (De/xT)
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I guess you'd have to JUMP on the train to take the jaunt.
Posted by: Heidi at June 27, 2007 08:47 PM (De/xT)
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Terry- it is cheese. Swiss, I believe. It's great for fondues. And, I am now jealous because I am stuck in Texas, where the cheese is BLAH.
Helen, why would you not be able to eat it? At the beginning of this pregnancy, I was told not to eat soft cheeses. Isn't emmenthal a hard cheese?
Posted by: Andria at June 28, 2007 05:52 AM (Oo4k1)
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June 26, 2007
Revelations
Last summer, it was the
record heatwave and
draught.
This summer it's record rainfall (yesterday most of England got a month's rainfall in one day) and flooding, and it's not stopping any time soon. The depression and blues over the cold, dark dampness is overwhelming.
What's next? Locusts?
-H.
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Don't give anybody any ideas, Heleen!
But who knows, this is getting very weird..
Posted by: Hannah at June 26, 2007 08:12 AM (5w+E2)
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Whoops, read that comment of mine and realized it could be misconstrued. I meant, don't be putting ideas into any horsemans' heads.
Posted by: Hannah at June 26, 2007 08:14 AM (5w+E2)
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With record rainfall, I think the next plague might be frogs.
Posted by: Solomon at June 26, 2007 11:46 AM (al5Ou)
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We have the opposite problem here. With temps in the 90s, little rain, and the grass dying already, I can't imagine what it's going to be like come August.
Posted by: geeky at June 26, 2007 01:25 PM (ziVl9)
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Good gracious, I think your Catholic background is peeking out...
Over here we've had a bit of rain too. Huge thunderstorms, lots of tornados. Freaking_me_out. I'm going to install a bomb shelter in my basement, I think. ;0)
Posted by: Jen(aside) at June 26, 2007 01:50 PM (u973k)
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Okay. If you get locusts, call Linda Blair as soon as possible. She's a good locust and can wave her arm the right way so that they calm down and go their merry way out of your space. But don't go mentioning Bazouzou--that mo'fucka ain't nothing but trouble.
(Here's hoping you've seen The Excorcist 2!)
Posted by: Ms. Pants at June 26, 2007 02:22 PM (+p4Zf)
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Oh Helen, that really sucks. I feel for you. I have literally gone bat-shit crazy during periods of no sun/rain. Why I continue to live in Michigan is beyond me. Oh yeah-if I wait five minutes the weather will change.
You haven't seen four dudes on horses have you?
Posted by: Teresa at June 26, 2007 02:34 PM (qaRuL)
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That sucks. Seems like it's always one way or the other, there's no in between. We have the drought going on right now.
Posted by: Erin at June 26, 2007 03:35 PM (VkeXi)
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Send it over here; we are having a drought and it has been 90+ everyday for at least 2 weeks.
Posted by: kenju at June 26, 2007 06:30 PM (DBvE5)
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maybe you shouldn't say that so loud...
Posted by: sue at June 26, 2007 06:37 PM (WbfZD)
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Nah, it won't be locusts, because they drown in constant rain. You need a particular set of weather conditions to get a lot of grasshoppers, and a lot of grasshoppers to get locusts. Incidentally, plowing fields tends to kill off large numbers of grasshoppers, which is why you don't hear about plagues of locusts as much as you did in, say, the time of the Little House On the Prairie books.
Frogs, though, are a distinct possibility.
Posted by: B. Durbin at June 26, 2007 09:48 PM (tie24)
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It's been raining like crazy in Texas too. Dallas is having all kinds of flooding problems. It's humid as mother fucking hell. I'm seriously putting my deodorant to a test.
Posted by: girl at June 27, 2007 12:01 AM (ze/Cn)
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"What's next? Locusts?"
Baby Caa-Caa and 2AM feedings?
Posted by: LarryConley at June 27, 2007 03:24 AM (ZvN01)
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I'd take locusts over baby caa-caa.
But right now I'd just be glad to get the baby. The Super-model is 2 days into overtime. She was due on Monday. Just a typical Solomon: Angel1 was 12 days late, and Angel2 was 3 days late. Angel3/Devil1 (yet to be determined) is following in his sisters' footsteps.
At least we have cell phones now. When Angel1 & 2 were born 10 & 12 years ago, I didn't even have a pager. We were on red alert for nearly 4 weeks with Angel1 & 2.5 weeks with Angel2. That's annoying for everyone...except the baby.
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June 25, 2007
Hello, My Role Is _______
A lot's been going on over here. Not just the run of the mill, "wow, we've been fiercely arguing about our upcoming babies AND our beloved cat just died", that's just the foreground. In the background we also have garden landscaping we're doing, the architect's extension blueprints have arrived and we are agreeing draft plans, we've our finances to sort out, and it has been raining every goddamn day since early May, to the point now where the depression in our home is mighty and the flowers are literally rotting in their flower pots outside. Add a dose of Maggie entering depression (we're doing all we can to love on her), Gorby punctured his leg and needed care (I worry that any day now the RSPCA will show up and take him and Maggie away, it's just that kind of month) and the fact that Angus' kids have been here for a week (Jeff is still here for this week while Melissa's gone off to horse camp in Sweden now) and it's been a doozy.
So yeah. I've been pretty quiet, but that's only because not only can I not get access to the PC, but also because I'm frankly overwhelmed.
Melissa and Jeff are good kids. I honestly and truly love them a lot, except at 7:00 in the morning when Jeff wakes up at 10,000 mph and the house becomes a haze of noise. Then I love him a little bit less, at least until I've had a cup of coffee. The biggest problem is that they don't really get along, to the point where it makes our teeth grind and one understands why some animals eat their young. When they get into one of their moods they become so incredibly difficult that it makes me want to board a plane to somewhere, anywhere. I hear Kazakhstan is nice this time of year.
Last week we had a wobble in our household. Unusually, it wasn't had by myself or Angus. It was had by Melissa. Last Wednesday the household was up until about 2:00 am as she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Angus handled it and I came and went with water, Tylenol, stuffed animals, and hugs.
Melissa's complaint was this: she doesn't feel part of the household. Or more specifically, she doesn't feel like she has a place where she really belongs. Being half-Swedish and half-English and living mostly in Sweden, with one weekend a month in England, makes it not easy to reconcile where she needs to be. Is she Swedish? Is she English? Is it disloyal to like one more than the other?
Back in Sweden she and Jeff have a room of her own, they have a horse, a rabbit, birds, a dog and schoolfriends. They basically live on the money Angus sends them monthly (see: ex-wife decided to stop working. See also: I'd love to complain about this but feel it's not fair to Angus, who is the one who has to support two households.) which is much more than the requirement by law but means that there's little money for extras. But Melissa says that the home they live in there is like a museum - their mother won't let them touch things, it's not a "lived-in" house. Considering at any given moment Angus and I have a project on, need to vacuum the house, and have a piece of crap furniture we haven't gotten around to replacing yet (long live Ikea), apparently our home is much more "cozy and comfortable". I take that as a compliment. I think it is one.
But the extension isn't built yet, so Melissa's bedroom doubles as a guest room. Jeff's room doubles as Angus' study. There is simply no other alternative to this, and in fact once the extension is done her room will still have to be the guest room. The truth is the guest room has been used about five times in the year we've lived here, we always make it back up for her, but because she's only here one weekend a month and space is at a premium, this is likely the way it's going to have to be.
I heard some of the problem through the walls. Some of Melissa's complaints I understand - she isn't a part of the decision-making when it comes to purchases for the home. I struggle with that one a bit, because I think that while the input of the kids is good, the decision should ultimately be up to the ones who pay the bills. But I see where she's coming from on that one. She wants to hang pictures up and decorate, which we haven't really done as the majority of the house is temporary until the extension is done, but once again I see her point. She wants to know our neighbors and our bosses. A key one is that she wants to see my Dad and stepmom, whom she calls her grandparents now, whom she's not yet met (we're working on that one) but speaks to on email and Skype, and I see those points too-how can you have grandparents you love but have never met?
She's seen how my relationship is with the other half of my family and she's terrified that will happen to her, too.
I can see that she and I need to have a quiet talk coming up.
Some parts I struggle with. She wants to speak better English but doesn't want "Helen's American speech to ruin her English". I try hard not to take that personally, to just understand it's part of what's affecting her - Americans are unpopular with her mother. I am even more so. I can see why she wants to ensure that her speech isn't peppered with Americanisms, even though I'm getting pretty sick and fucking tired of being made fun of for the way I talk, even so-called light banter can get to be too much. She wants to be a part of all of the decorating of the home, but I feel in some ways that since she doesn't live here and is going off to school in three years, that we should have free reign to decorate the house as we're the ones living here. As long as we don't mark off the house with pentograms and chicken heads, it should be ok, and she has creative control over her bedroom (unless she wants to paint it orange. Then I'm going to try to intervene. Any color but orange.)
But one big complaint struck home with me, and I feel pretty mixed up.
One of her complaints is that she's crazy about me and wants me to be a mother to her, but I don't do mother-type things with her.
That one broke my heart.
Mostly because it was true.
It's true, I don't treat her like a daughter. I didn't want to, I didn't want to overstep my bounds. Her parents' divorce was a hard and difficult thing on the kids, something which has had severe impacts on them in large ways - Melissa walks a diplomatic battlefield, Jeff is a hypochondriac - and the idea that anything I could say or do might add to that fills me with terror. Although we hear plenty of bad things that get said about us, both Angus and I never, ever say derogatory things about the ex, even when I am/we are furious about her behavior. I'm not saying this to make us look like saints. I'm saying this because we both know what it's like to be caught in the middle of the ugliest tug-of-war known to man, we don't want to tighten the rope any more than it already is.
I don't treat Melissa like a daughter, even though I love her like one. She is a Daddy's girl through and through, and I didn't want her to think I was coming in and usurping her mother or trying to take away her father, I didn't want her to think of me as a threat or a challenge or some domineering bitch who wrecked a family and then tried to replace her mum. I wanted to be the non-threatening person on the sidelines. I wanted to be the friend.
She sees me not being a mother figure as a sign I won't love her as much as I'll love the twins.
In wanting to not overstep the bounds I undershot the mark and wound up hurting her.
I feel terrible.
Of course I love her. Of course I think of her as a daughter. I want to talk to her about school and boys, I want to tell her to put her dirty dishes in the dishwasher, I want to tell her to not speak to her father like that, please (sometimes when he asks her to stop picking on her brother she says "No!" back to Angus. It drives me fucking crazy when that happens, I'm of the old-fashioned "children do not tell their parents 'no'" party.) I want to watch films with her and lecture her to please tidy up and talk about history with her and travel with her.
Both Angus and I come from step-parent families, and both of us struggled with our step-parents. I was so eager to not make the same mistakes that I made all new ones. I don't phone up the kids to talk to them, and that hurts them. Although I tell them goodnight when they're here, I don't tuck them in like their dad does because I thought it was a special ritual they had only with their dad. I do tend to overdo taking care of meals and such, but I do that regardless of if they're here or not.
She felt left out. The upcoming babies are almost certainly not helping, and we will redouble our efforts to reassure Melissa and Jeff and make them feel secure and well-loved. I know how badly it felt to be so unsettled, to not belong, to feel like a stranger in a strange family and to feel like there was someone else who took emotional precedence. I would do anything to not have Melissa feel that way.
On Thursday I had to go to London for a customer meeting, one I simply couldn't miss. Melissa was taking a lunchtime flight home and I wouldn't be going with Angus to take her to the airport. As I put my things into my briefcase, I looked at her while she surfed the computer.
"I know we need to talk," I say hesitantly. "And we will. When we pick you guys up in Glasgow in a month, you and I will sit down and talk, ok?" And we shall. I'll tell her my background, why there's no chance in hell that what happened to my family will happen with her, and why it seems I am not interested in being a mother to her.
She nods, looking at me.
I smile at her. "I love you, you know. I'm going to miss you."
She reaches out and we hug. "I love you too," she says.
"I haven't answered you on Skype because I thought you wanted to talk to your Daddy only," I say. "How about this-I'd love to talk to you, and if you want to Skype and talk to me, what if you sent me some kind of coded chat message? Like, 'Dogs barking, can't fly without umbrella?' kind of thing? Then I'll know you want to talk to me and I'll be happy to call you."
She brightens. "That'll be cool!"
And I will find some way, with her, to walk that fragile tightrope of treating her like a daughter without disrespecting her mother.
-H.
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I am continually in awe of your insight and sensitivity when it comes Angus' kids. I have been a reader for a long time now, about 3 years I think and I think its wonderful how your relationship has grown and changed. I remember you writing about your trip to Hawaii I think it was and saying how afraid you felt that these children might end up disliking you because children can be like that sometimes. I just wanted to commend you, I know I am a random stranger in the computer but what you are doing is such a tough job and I think you are definitely qualified for it! Its hard putting everyone else ahead of yourself, I hope you get some downtime soon.....
Posted by: Sarah at June 25, 2007 09:47 AM (y1pJp)
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You are walking a tight rope, but the fact that you make an effort is evident. It easily could have gone the other way, as kids can some times be hot then cold.... you could have been calling or interjecting and she could have found you the evil step mom.
You do the best you can. Good for you for consoling her before she left, at least she'll know that she can talk to you and that you want to spend time with her.
Good job mum.
Posted by: Angela at June 25, 2007 11:50 AM (DGWM7)
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*heh*
"Dogs barking. Can't fly without umbrella"
Sheer genius.
Things will be OK. It sounds like the kids both love you very much, and from what you've said I think you're handling things just fine.
Here's the really scary part. Everything that you've learned about childreaering from dealing with Jeff & Melissa will go right out the window with the twins. Kids are all different, and there's no owner's manual.
PS-
The moon is full. Bring a life jacket.
Posted by: ~Easy at June 25, 2007 12:08 PM (X+de8)
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Oh goodness, Helen, I am so with you on this.
My step-daughter is 10. And the egg donor has many times in the past expressed displeasure with me, because, frankly, step-daughter would rather be with me and her dad than with the egg donor and the moron she married.
Egg donor sent step-daughter to Colombia for the summer. Step-daughter is miserable down there. She updated her blog yesterday, and I was very amused when she wrote that the first thing she wants to eat when she comes home is something I cook for her. Inside, I was thinking, "In your face, egg donor!"
It's hard to be a parent while trying not to overstep boundaries and irritate the biological parent.
Hang in there, honey. Sounds like you're taking the right steps.
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at June 25, 2007 01:22 PM (+MvHD)
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Being a step-parent is probably the most difficult thing I've tried to do and I really have failed miserably. In trying to walk that line between 'mom' and outsider, I've only succeeded in pushing them away. Even now, I find myself incapable of advising or nagging... or... there's an entire list.
The girls, all grown now, are more like friends I hold at arm's length than daughters.
Trust me; YOU are doing a superb job as a step mom!
Posted by: pam at June 25, 2007 01:35 PM (l6NIn)
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No one can blame you for how you've acted with the kids. Chances are it was going to go one way or the other. Either they'd resent your intrusion or feel a bit hurt at your standing off. I think this way is a bit better you know? Better to want something and not have it than to have something and resent the hell out of it. And honestly, it's probably BEACAUSE you have tried to be respectful and stand back that she now loves you so much. You gave her the space she needed and now she's letting you know she's ready to close the gap. She's old enough to understand when you explain to her why you've stood back and now can help mold the relationship she wants.
I applaud you for being such a good mother to them and think this is a wonderful thing!
Posted by: donna at June 25, 2007 01:36 PM (Kco5r)
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You don't need advice, as you have a handle on the problem. You really are in a catch 22 situation with Melissa, and I understand completely your not wanting to usurp her mother's place. You're damned if you do and damned if you don't - and her hormones probably play a part in all of it as well. My daughter has a similar situation with her 3 step-sons, but they live with her, so it is easier in a way.
I suspect that when you sit down to talk to her, you will be able to explain it in a way that she will accept - and see that you really do love her - but you do have to walk a tightrope in the way that you show it.
Brothers and sisters rarely get along well until they are grown, and even then they might not. I sense that Melissa feels powerless in her mother's home and in yours. That is hard for a young girl, even when she lives in an intact family home. She will probably grow out of that soon. I wish you luck with her and with your other problems, but as intelligent and introspective as you are - I also have no doubt you can get through it all.
Posted by: kenju at June 25, 2007 01:40 PM (DBvE5)
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i understand that tightrope walk more than you know (step-monster, here). all you can do is take your cues from the kids, and what they want from you. and sometimes it's hard as hell to know what that is. and sometimes their mom will get pissed when the kids want to spend time with you. that's just the way it is. but i wish you a thick skin when it comes to their mom, and i hope you find that line that works for you.
and if you want to talk about it sometime, let me know.
Posted by: becky at June 25, 2007 02:28 PM (jv5jW)
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i understand that tightrope walk more than you know (step-monster, here). all you can do is take your cues from the kids, and what they want from you. and sometimes it's hard as hell to know what that is. and sometimes their mom will get pissed when the kids want to spend time with you. that's just the way it is. but i wish you a thick skin when it comes to their mom, and i hope you find that line that works for you.
and if you want to talk about it sometime, let me know.
(sorry if this multiple posts. mu.nu is saying there's a problem with comments.)
Posted by: becky at June 25, 2007 02:39 PM (jv5jW)
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Oh my goodness. I was rolling right along, coming up with words of advice from one step-parent to another, reminders that parenting relationships evolve and develop on their own and that there was no way to tell a few years ago (seriously - a few YEARS already?) how things would be right now, etcetera, etcetera... then I got to the part about a secret code. It's genius - shoots everything I was going to say right in the butt and makes it completely irrelevant. You so totally have a handle on this step-parenting thing you don't need a single bit of advice from anyone. Go you. Awesome.
Posted by: Lisa at June 25, 2007 04:11 PM (e8V7B)
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These things you have set to blogdom here, you need to tell her. Tell her exactly these things, that in trying not to overstep you undershot. Tell her all of it, and she may understand. You have done a great job of explaining it here and will do a fine job when talking with her.
You are a fabulous step-"parent". Jeff, Melissa and soon the twins are all lucky to have you!
Posted by: oddybobo at June 25, 2007 04:20 PM (mZfwW)
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Seems like a replay of my daughter's teenage years. I think it's just the age. You're doing what you can, so be good to yourself!
Posted by: Annette at June 25, 2007 04:53 PM (sWBD+)
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Helen, I first emailed you however long ago before I even started my blog about your relationship with Melissa. You had written a beautiful, touching post about how you wanted to be there for her for many things, but that there were things that were better for a Mother. I was amazed at your insight then, as I am now. I guess it seems that perhaps you are indeed a Mother and not just a stepmother. What an accomplishment. The way she describes her house combined with the way you describe her mother make it clear why she wants to have you.
You haven't done it wrong, just not the way that was best for her. It seems a huge part of parenting is adapting and changing in response to what the kids indicate they need. And you have done that beautifully. Hang in there, Melissa and Jeff are lucky to have you.
Posted by: sophie at June 25, 2007 05:50 PM (1HOa8)
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Don't feel terrible, please. I look back now on all the times I felt terrible as a mom, or as a future MIL to my son's fiance, and I realize...it did no good. (This doesn't keep me from continuing to feel terrible on occasion but it does allow me to tell *others* not to feel terrible, hehehe...)
It'll all work out. You'll see.
I have to say, I sympathize with Melissa having a mom who's super-anal about the house. My mom turned into that kind of person after she married my stepdad. I wasn't allowed to decorate my own room, or even go INTO our kitchen to make a damn sandwich. Very constricting. Good for you that you guys are trying to make up for that.
Just keep loving her. Kids can never have *too many* people to love them, as you know. Love the secret password idea.
Posted by: The other Amber at June 25, 2007 06:14 PM (zQE5D)
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FWIW, I think you're a great Mom to them both, and the proof of that is that upset as she is, Melissa still reaches out to you for love and hugs.
I know it's tough, and so far you are doing great. I know you'll be able to make her understand.
Posted by: caltechgirl at June 25, 2007 06:24 PM (qPLLC)
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When my father and I were having issues communicating in my teenage years, a therapist suggested we get a blank book and write back and forth to one another in it. That way, we could be open and candid and know that our feelings were heard and read without interruption or emotions getting in the way. We only talked about it if we expressed within the book that it was okay. It actually really helped us out.
And hey--if you think on it, send me some info on M&J re: colours, likes, dislikes, etc. I'll make them up their own little doodads like I'm doing for the lemonheads. :-)
Posted by: Ms. Pants at June 25, 2007 06:30 PM (+p4Zf)
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Oh, Helen. I don't remember you saying how old Melissa is, but good god, would she like a transatlantic penpal? My daughter is 13 and I've had so many discussions JUST LIKE THAT with her. Discussions where I've said all the right things over and over and nothing is the right thing to say because really, she's just being 13 and she needs a good cry for a bit and somebody just to listen and to know you're really there and care enough to be there for her. My daughter's thing is that I married last year, and so now our household that used to be just us for 10 years is now her, and me, and my husband, and his 3 kids. It's a tough change.
But just being there means so much. No matter how frustrating the teen tears can be.
Posted by: Tracy at June 25, 2007 08:08 PM (zv3bS)
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Ain't being a step-parent fun?
I know you don't need me to tell you this, but I like your style of handling the Melissa situation, because that is exactly how I would handle it. Hell, I think you're handling things better than I would have (or already did, in the case of my own family). I really admire your refusal to diss their mother in front of them, too many people don't seem to realize how harmful such a thing is to mixed-family relationships. I consider it the Prime Directive of step-parenting: no matter how worthless the biological parents are, never badmouth them in front of the kids. Let the kids grow up and decide for themselves how to feel about their parents.
And I'd rather undershoot than overshoot boundaries - it's much easier to move forward than to backtrack. A good heart-to-heart talk should settle things, or at least make them more clear.
I love posts like this - seeing how you handle family situations that I too have had to deal with.
Posted by: diamond dave at June 25, 2007 09:04 PM (VRvom)
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Uh yeah-can't give any good advice here. I never had step-parents, am not one, and my kids are still young enough that saying loudly "I am counting to ten...." sends them running to it by the count of 3. But I do think that the very fact you are able to talk about it-not yell and scream about it-and that you are going to work on resolving it together says a lot.
And my 2 cents? You are doing a great job. Hang in there.
Posted by: Teresa at June 25, 2007 09:32 PM (waHhf)
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Your insitincts and heart have brought you to this wonderful place, where your stepchildren want MORE of you and a deeper place of belonging in your home and family.
That's amazing. And I LOVE your approach, your thought process, your responses.
And am especially in awe of watching you finding a way to balance it all, in such incredibly stressful days, in the damn rain, with two people doing free-interpretive ballet in your belly.
AWE, woman. A-W-E.
Posted by: Elizabeth Blair York at June 26, 2007 12:55 PM (Pcq9x)
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If anyone can pull this off, YOU can.
Posted by: sue at June 26, 2007 06:36 PM (WbfZD)
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June 21, 2007
Seek and Ye Shall Find
IÂ’ve
talked about it before, that I went to see a psychic in 1998.
Nine years ago I was in a desperate state. I was working for a stock broking company in Las Colinas, an area between Dallas and Arlington. It was a job I hated beyond hate, but felt I had no where to turn to get out of it. Kim and I had split for the final time. My Rottweiler Alexi had just died. I was paying back massive student loans and making sweet fuck at my horrible soul-sucking job and each month 5 bucks literally meant whether IÂ’d be eating or not. On top of that, I had a drinking problem in which IÂ’d take my favorite magenta plastic cup, fill it with two-thirds vodka and one-third orange sorbet and then proceed to drink myself to the point of spinning oblivion, collapsing on the bed at some point and succumbing to Kafka dreams to the nightly whir of my Texas air conditioning.
This happened nightly.
There wasnÂ’t anything in my life to stay sober for.
Someone I worked with told me about a psychic she saw regularly. I took a yellow post-it with the name and number and made an appointment. After work one day, still dressed in my business suit, I drove to her apartment at our agreed time. I still remember the apartment complex – a mock Tudor sprawl somewhere in Arlington - but I couldn’t for the life of me tell you where the apartments were, and I used to know everything about Arlington.
I remember it cost $25 for a one hour session. This was money I barely had to spend on legitimate things like little pieces of plastic that came with a 16.9% APR, let alone on a woman purporting to be a psychic. When I paid her it was in a $20 bill and $5 in quarters, which was my laundromat money for the week. I guess the price of clean clothes was worth the cost of hope.
Besides the money for a few bottles of vodka I had nothing to lose.
IÂ’m a cynic, and since she couldnÂ’t see my face anyway I figured she wasnÂ’t spending her time reading my reactions. I still remember the blind woman and her blind miniature Collie.
She had a short blond bob and was kindly chubby in a “sweet Great-Aunt” kind of way. She had a few candles lit in her very modest apartment. Periodically during the session her little blind dog would get up, walk around, and smack into furniture. The house smelled like herbs and spices and talcum powder.
I wondered what I was doing there.
I remember a lot of what she said still. I donÂ’t know if we make what the psychics say come true because we believe thatÂ’s some kind of path for us, or if thereÂ’s something to what they tell us. What I remember at the time is what came out of her mouth was so far-fetched I could never, ever have believed it could happen. It was a whole world away from me and where I was. She couldnÂ’t possibly have known about the drinking, the loss, the absolute unquestionable need for faith (in something, in anything) that I had. I was slowly killing myself through drinking, despair, and my bulimic purges.
So maybe it was enough that someone came in and told me a story that gave me hope to get out of my situation. Someone told me about something that she said would be happening, and maybe that was what I needed to give me a kick in the ass to do something about my life. And the damn strange thing of it all is that everything she said has – so far – come true.
She told me about lights in the ceiling in a cold building that would lead me to a man with blue eyes. The man with blue eyes would lead to a country on the other side of the water, a country that started with “Sw”. The “Sw” country would lead to a lot of things, some good, some bad. It would lead to me spending the rest of my life with someone, and we would someday live by the water.
There I was, wilting away in Texas, and it was all so surreal it was a dream to me.
But the strange thing is, she was bang on in some parts. I got a job with a consulting agency which paid me 10k more than I was making. I bought a new car and some confidence. I worked hard and worked my way up. The consulting company sent me to a telecom company in Dallas, and then to another one, one which I had never heard of but which the headquarters were based in Sweden.
Sw.
She was right.
Then I went to a hockey game (lights in the ceiling and cold building) which lead to a flirtation with a guy who had blue eyes.
She was right again.
I took a position in the Swedish company. I moved to Sweden.
Even if youÂ’re a cynic, you have to admit that itÂ’s a bit uncanny.
Sweden led to another man but, above all, it led to Angus.
He has the bluest eyes of anyone IÂ’ve ever known.
She told me more – that I had a hard time and some times in my future would get harder. She told me that I was meant to be a writer, that what I had to offer the world would come from words (I’m trying on that one, honest.) She told me someday I would live by the water (still working on that one, too.) She did also tell me I had five guardian angels and that I’d had seriously miserable and uneventful past lives and that this life I am living now would be my last one, but then you can’t win them all.
But here’s the thing that I don’t think I’ve really talked about – she told me that I would have two children. She said that one of them would be very talented in the performing arts and would go far. So imagine my surprise when I found out the local secondary school near our little white house is a performing arts school. She told me that one of the children would cause great worry as a baby, that something was wrong with its heart or something like that, but at birth all would be ok. And we did have worries with one baby, to the point where we had tests, but the baby has a completely normal genetic karyotyping and the anatomy scan yesterday showed no abnormalities at all.
Stop reading now if you don’t want to know, but the rest is beyond the jump – I didn’t blog about it yesterday as I wanted to tell my dad and stepmother about the results before my mother and sister read about it on the blog and decided to tell him for me, as they have very crudely done with other things. We're going ahead with the results as it's not like I can keep it a secret for 15 more weeks, it's much too big for that.
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Yipppeeeee!!! I am so so excited for you-I have one of each-of course three years apart, and it is so much fun!
Of course, I am really geeked that I get to knit one girl item, and one boy item. Sweet.
Posted by: Teresa at June 21, 2007 04:17 PM (WTHYb)
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I had a feeling that you were pg with one of each. I'm so happy for you. I wish you a very healthy and happy pregnancy.
You are in my thoughts.
Posted by: Tif at June 21, 2007 04:22 PM (jCFyL)
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Awesome! I had a hunch that was it, that's why I commented what I did yesterday.
Yay for you!
Posted by: Amanda at June 21, 2007 04:27 PM (ay+rD)
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There's a prediction that you can't help but smile at. Especially when it's true.
Congratulations H. That's wonderful news! (And a good story too... I'm curious about what else she said
Posted by: Opal at June 21, 2007 05:08 PM (Us7dd)
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wowzers. that's awesome! :-)
and congrats to you on your perfect pair! wait, that sounds like i'm talking about your boobs...i meant your perfect babies! xoxox
Posted by: leah at June 21, 2007 05:12 PM (Msku8)
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I'm all tingly now! and weepy, but that isn't all too unusual.
Posted by: cursingmama at June 21, 2007 05:36 PM (PoQfr)
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Boy...you get me everytime. I'm sitting here, once again, crying. I'm so happy for you, wow, a boy and a girl. Congratulations!! And yes you are a writer. I very taleted one. I hang on your every word.
Posted by: nukeum at June 21, 2007 06:30 PM (JKeGB)
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I'll tell you what's spooky, I read that darn "Spooky" entry 2 or 3 days ago and got the goose bumps, and I'll be damned if you're not writing about it today.
Teaches me to go through archives.
Posted by: Heidi at June 21, 2007 06:52 PM (uzISJ)
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I forgot....THAT'S AB. FAB. NEWS!
Congrats mommy!
Posted by: Heidi at June 21, 2007 06:54 PM (uzISJ)
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I had a secret suspicion it was one of each too. Very excited for you! So spooky and yet so very cool about the psychic. Glad things are (apparently) working out according to some awesome plan.
Posted by: Lisa at June 21, 2007 07:01 PM (e8V7B)
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Wonderful news. Congratulations!
Posted by: alice at June 21, 2007 07:07 PM (TrOtc)
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Congrats! I'm so happy for you and Angus (and Melissa and Jeff). If you wouldn't mind a knitted gift from a stranger (not a psycho), I'd love to knit something for your twins.
Posted by: Katy at June 21, 2007 07:33 PM (eYqL5)
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OH my gawd I am soo happy for you, one of each how absoutely perfect! OHH WOWWWWW jumping up and down!!!
Posted by: Cheryl at June 21, 2007 07:37 PM (WWLXT)
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I couldn't be happier for you... I'm speechless with happiness.
Posted by: sue at June 21, 2007 07:46 PM (WbfZD)
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My grandmother knew you were going to have boy/girl twins too. Heh, kidding
Start preparing your sarcastic answers for a lifetime of, "Are they identical?"
But seriously, congrats! I am so happy for you! Having a twin brother is great. Growing up, I always had someone to play with and to share new experiences with. Your kids are going to be awesome
Posted by: geeky at June 21, 2007 08:02 PM (ziVl9)
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That is so wonderful! Raising those two is going to be a blast!
Posted by: Steff at June 21, 2007 08:11 PM (gEvCB)
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Yea a boy and a girl! I think that is Baby Feng Shui or something.
Posted by: donna at June 21, 2007 08:14 PM (Kco5r)
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Damn. What a scarily accurate prediction.
I tend to be careful with such things, because I honestly believe that if I'm allowed to see too far into the future, I might decide to end it all now. I'd be too afraid that I would not be up to the task of dealing with the inevitable challenges of the future (and there ALWAYS be challenges). Like in your case, things in Sweden eventually got better (once you moved to th UK), but you went through hell in the meantime. I'd be too afraid of the bad times (OK, call me a wuss).
And it looks like my prediction was accurate too. A boy and a girl. Congratulation, you can't do better than that!
Posted by: diamond dave at June 21, 2007 09:34 PM (/0/gH)
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Congratulations! One of each...you can't get better than that!
Posted by: kali at June 21, 2007 11:36 PM (rrNYS)
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I am so thrilled you told us, I thought you might be holding out... I wouldn't have been able to keep it a secret either! Thanks for sharing! Its just so exciting, I wonder, do you feel differently about the lemonheads now that you know? I always wondered if I would relate more to the baby knowing if it was male or female?
Posted by: Sarah at June 21, 2007 11:53 PM (y1pJp)
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Wow. That's pretty awesome. Can't wait to see what happens next!
Posted by: ~Easy at June 22, 2007 02:41 AM (X+de8)
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Wow.
I mean... WOWZA Wow.
Posted by: Elizabeth at June 22, 2007 03:57 AM (Pcq9x)
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I knew it! I knew that you were having a boy and a girl.
Why? Because it's perfect. It's just exactly how things are meant to be.
Bless you, sweetheart. Bless you, Angus, your kids and your babies, too.
Posted by: Margi at June 22, 2007 06:14 AM (X+XmR)
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OMG!!!! I've always dreamt of having a boy/gal twin...You lucky one! Congrats, you have all my blessings!
and...
*points up* Mumin's smiling and grinning too, somewhere up there
Posted by: sue at June 22, 2007 08:07 AM (sjR3j)
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Yea!!!! Don't think there is much more to say
Posted by: LarryConley at June 22, 2007 08:18 AM (vGN1n)
Posted by: Solomon at June 22, 2007 12:22 PM (al5Ou)
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Yay! How awesome is that? Congrats!
Posted by: Lee at June 22, 2007 12:59 PM (lN4Rc)
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Huge congratulations! That's great news!
Posted by: Anna at June 22, 2007 01:53 PM (qJirJ)
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Hooray!! Congratulations! Now everyone can start asking you what the names will be...and pass judgment. It will be awesome!
Posted by: Amanda at June 22, 2007 02:06 PM (B5c+c)
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yay, one of each! congrats.
Posted by: becky at June 22, 2007 02:45 PM (jv5jW)
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ARgh! I left a comment yesterday expressing my delight in your boy AND girl but it's NOT HERE!
So here it is again:
*****DELIGHTED FOR YOU ALL*******
Posted by: The other Amber at June 22, 2007 03:09 PM (zQE5D)
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Call me crazy, but I think you're going to be receiving a lot of hand knitted items for your babies.
Posted by: amy t. at June 22, 2007 05:13 PM (y4iz1)
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How perfectly perfect. A matched set. And they'll have a big sister and a big brother to teach them the ropes. That's fantastic.
Well, I hope all the health concerns are for naught. I had a psychic once tell me to be very careful of my daughter's "sixth year" - and I was worried something would happen all that year. Nothing did. THANKFULLY. She's 13 now.
And with that I will give you my sagest bit of unsolicited parenting advice: Just do what you always wished your parents would, but never did.
Posted by: Tracy at June 22, 2007 06:06 PM (zv3bS)
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WONDERFUL! One for each step-child to fawn completely over!!! fabulous! Congratulations again.
Posted by: oddybobo at June 22, 2007 06:17 PM (mZfwW)
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I'm not one of your psychic readers who knew you were going to have one of each, looking at the ultrasound photos I had no freaking idea what I was looking at! I am beyond happy for you and all yours.
Posted by: Donna at June 22, 2007 06:53 PM (lQSbL)
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Pay me 25 bucks, I could have told you that.
P
Oh wait, you owe me money anyway.
Dude. I'm so happy for you. Having a boy is one of the best things ever. I mean, I'm sure having a girl is totally awesome too, I'm just speaking from experience.
Posted by: statia at June 22, 2007 07:50 PM (lHsKN)
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Oh my... I'm all teary. Congratulations!!
Posted by: Richmond at June 23, 2007 08:23 PM (e8QFP)
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Aw, perfect! Congrats!
Posted by: amber at June 24, 2007 12:02 AM (19dHq)
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I am THRILLED for you and Angus. Many many congratulations!
{{{hugs}}}
Posted by: Kate at June 24, 2007 03:51 AM (XargM)
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*grin*
Too cool.
I am thrilled for you.
Posted by: Mia at June 24, 2007 10:44 PM (+2lQc)
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Collected the whole set in one try, did you? Cool. And congratulations again. I'm very happy for you.
Posted by: physics geek at June 25, 2007 04:55 PM (MT22W)
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oh oh oh! that's so exciting! yay!
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An Update of the Citrus Variety
We had a scan today that's called our "anatomy scan". Melissa and Jeff went with us to the hospital. Jeff is being tremendously cool about the babies (they both are actually, but Jeff is really going the distance.) He's making a fort in the back garden that will be just for him and the twins. When he and I went to fetch the curry from the takeaway restaurant for dinner, I hesitantly broached the subject of him giving up his room for the babies, just until the extension is done, as they need a space. When the extension is done all the kids will have a room and Angus and I both feel terrible that Jeff has to lose a space temporarily (it makes the most sense for his room to be used as it's the smallest.)
"Of course I don't mind," he said, his eyes blue and open. I wondered if the Lemonheads would have blue eyes or brown eyes. "They're my twins."
I love that kid.
So anyway, an update - both babies are absolutely fine. They were happy and wiggling and dancing and generally being very obstructive for the sonographer. They both weigh about a pound each and are about 7.5 inches long. One of them has its head just inside my ribcage and the other one is head down. They were pronounced perfectly healthy, on target, and looking just fine.
Here is Lemonhead 1, which is the baby with the placenta posterior, and its head facing down.
And here's Lemonhead 2, which is the CVS baby, and its head facing up.
If you're like us, you find it hard to make out much in the pictures. They look like a fuzzy beer mat in the bottom of a mostly drunken glass of Guiness. But these are the profiles of both babies, from their heads to their upper chests.
It was nice to be there with my family, watching the two that are yet to be here.
Angus even quietly told me that it's ok if we find out about the sexes of the babies today.
So we did.
-H.
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THAT'S *IT*? You're not going to tell us what their sex is/are/will be??
AUGH! Cruel Helen!
Posted by: The other Amber at June 20, 2007 02:48 PM (zQE5D)
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So glad all is well....I love the scan pictures...I still have my niece's one at 20weeks on the klitchen noticeboard and she's 4 months now!
Hope we can find out their sex too???!!!
Posted by: Suzie at June 20, 2007 03:04 PM (YqqaU)
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AUGH! I hate cliffhangers! So not fair!
Not even a little hint?
Posted by: Katy at June 20, 2007 03:05 PM (eYqL5)
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Excellent! So glad to hear that your pregnancy is progressing so well and that the kids are also so excited. Baby #2 looks as though [he? she?] has your nose.
Are you glad to know which you'll be having, boy(s) or girl(s)? Or will it be one of each? I'm so excited just to know things are going well that I don't care if you tease us for the next 16 weeks. ::: big, happy smiles :::
Posted by: Lisa at June 20, 2007 03:09 PM (e8V7B)
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Oh come on! This is worse than the ending to The Sopranos! I can't take any more of this cliffhanger, cutting to black stuff!!! LOL
I love love love that Jeff is so open and happy for his twins. I wondered if he would be put off as he wouldn't be the baby any more - twice over. He is such a sweet little guy.
Also, so very happy that the lemonheads of healthy and wiggling. I think I've had way way too many ultrasounds - I can pick a fetus foot our of what other people think is one of those ink blot thingies.
Posted by: Michele at June 20, 2007 03:20 PM (fcaMV)
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I so can't believe you left us hanging...
sheesh....
a hint?
Glad the lemonheads are doing well :-)
Posted by: Angela at June 20, 2007 03:35 PM (DGWM7)
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You're going to keep us in suspense, aren't you? Dammit. Did I tell you that my grandmother somehow KNEW that my brother and I would be boy/girl twins, even though my parents didn't even know? She was so sure, when she made our bassinets she made one blue and one pink.
Posted by: geeky at June 20, 2007 03:36 PM (ziVl9)
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I laughed out loud when I realized you decided to keep that information to yourself! Good for you!
I'm really happy the kids are so cool about their family expanding. That's the best!
Posted by: RP at June 20, 2007 03:50 PM (op1yW)
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I'm glad that things are going well for you and the little ones. As for the cliffhanger that has people pulling out their hair, well, my wife and I refused to tell anyone the names of our children until after they were born, although we knew months in advance. Some things belong just to the family, unless they feel like sharing. Although I wouldn't mind knowing AFTER the babies are born. I'm silly that way.
Posted by: physics geek at June 20, 2007 04:01 PM (MT22W)
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lmao. dammit! i was hoping you'd share. and our scan is on Friday, after work. looking forward to it.
Posted by: becky at June 20, 2007 04:08 PM (jv5jW)
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Gah!!!! I was franticly scrolling down thinking I'd missed it! I'm so happy the Lemonheads are happy and healthy in there. I can't wait to "meet" them!
Posted by: donna at June 20, 2007 04:24 PM (Kco5r)
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Posted by: Sarah at June 20, 2007 04:33 PM (Fb8io)
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LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Touche! You go, lil' mama.
Posted by: Margi at June 20, 2007 04:52 PM (dNvAw)
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How wonderful to hear they are healthy and Jeff is so excepting!
Posted by: oddybobo at June 20, 2007 05:42 PM (mZfwW)
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Tease
So glad everything is going well.
Posted by: cursingmama at June 20, 2007 06:20 PM (PoQfr)
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That's sneaky! I guess you're not going to tell us?
Posted by: kenju at June 20, 2007 06:35 PM (cgPXz)
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I'm so happy for you! Healthy babies... whatever they may be... is the best! I can't believe how CLEAR those scans are today compared with when I had my babies 20+ years ago. THEN you couldn't tell one blob from another... now you can see EVERYTHING. Well, not everything, obviously, or we wouldn't be clueless as to the sex.
You'll tell us if and when you want, and that's just fine.
Love Jeff's reaction. He's a super kid!
Posted by: sue at June 20, 2007 07:04 PM (WbfZD)
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For some reason, I know how to read sonograms. I can see them pretty clearly. Good on you, Helen, that your little Lemonheads are doing well.
And although I respect your right to keep us in suspense as to the sex of the babies, at least answer this: are they the same, or different?! ;-)
Posted by: Amanda at June 20, 2007 07:46 PM (ay+rD)
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Boo hissss. j/k. Actually, I don't want to know. Keep it a secret. It's more fun that way. (not that you get to enjoy the fun anymore, you peeked - be WE, your readers get to enjoy the anticipation!) Don't tell. Seriously.
Posted by: Clancy at June 20, 2007 08:02 PM (X+xFB)
Posted by: Heidi at June 20, 2007 08:02 PM (8gpnc)
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Ok, I am not going to guilt you into revealing the sex of the Lemonheads, but the longer you wait to spill the beans the longer it will take for me to pick out the appropiate item to knit for each of them.
You have been warned.
I am, however, very glad to hear all is going well. And Jeff is too cute.
Posted by: Teresa at June 20, 2007 08:07 PM (WePYl)
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I agree with the "tease" comments above but am also just deliriously happy that both are doing well and growing perfectly! And when we find out what ours is, I'm soooo keeping it from you.
Posted by: Lindsay at June 20, 2007 08:17 PM (mHNC3)
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You're having two beautiful babies that's what you're having. Who cares about the sex until they arrive.
Posted by: impossiblejane at June 20, 2007 09:08 PM (eihy3)
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They're beautiful! Those are great pictures! You must have had a good sonographer. And yes, I guess I've had a bunch of sonograms because I knew what I was looking at right away. And even though I don't blame you at all for not revealing, I sure hope you will tell us sooner or later.
And Jeff needs a hug, the sweetie pie.
Posted by: Julie at June 20, 2007 11:31 PM (RTPaF)
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Actually, I'm with one of the other comments... just tell us if they're a matched set or not.
I'm so happy for y'all!
Posted by: amber at June 21, 2007 12:10 AM (v0r3y)
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"So we did."
Ahhhh, you tortureous woman! *weeps*
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Posted by: LarryConley at June 21, 2007 12:38 PM (vGN1n)
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Oh I'm so thrilled to know that Jeff is being even beyond accomodating. And that the Lemonheads are happily obstructing the sonograms.
And I'm excited for you that you know what their sexes are.
Posted by: martha at June 21, 2007 02:01 PM (ySZ2x)
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Bwa ha ha ha!!!!
(I've got delayed realization syndrome. Took me this long to scroll down and realize you weren't telling!)
What an amazing, happy post. And I gotta tell you, Twin 1 and Twin 2 are got some good looking foreheads, yah.
Love, love, love
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Magic
The kids arrived Saturday morning with the usual accompaniments-one million questions, requests, ideas, and noises. I never get used to it but two kids make a hell of a lot of noise. Ironically once they leave, I miss the hubbub enormously and wonder what we can do to bring the decibel level back up.
Yesterday Jeff was playing around on the PC (when Melissa wasn't on it, that is. Between the two of them I won't be seeing much PC action for two weeks, so apologies if you've sent a mail and not heard back from me) and the sounds of film trailers drifted into the living room. One song in particular drifted out into the hallway and wrapped itself around my spine.
There's something magical about that song.
Here's a picture of a place we passed in Scotland, at a bridge called Glenfinnan (and yes I need to upload my Scottish pics. It's on the list along with a lot of things I need to do).
Do you recognize it?
If I used the words "Hogwarts Express", would you then?
That's the bridge shown in the films when the kids are aboard the train heading to Hogwarts. That's even the train they use, they just rebadge it "Hogwarts" over the West Highland Railway markers. We passed the viaduct and knew we had to stop and take a photo. We even waited for the steam train to pass us. It sounds dumb, but I got a small thrill thinking that something like a steam train heading on its usual route could have a small impact on my day. It's not like I'm a Harry Potter groupie or anything, honest.
The music that drifted from Jeff's computer antics was the very distincitve and appropriate Harry Potter theme song, and that's what I've been thinking about for a little while.
There's something special about the Harry Potter books (just in case the box office receipts and J.K. Rowling's standing as one of the wealthiest women in history didn't give that away.) The kids work themselves up into a frenzy each time a book or film is released. Melissa is re-reading the series for who knows what time - 5th? 10th? While maybe Angus isn't a fan, there's something in the series that sets the kids alive.
And I can relate. To me those films are perfect on a cold Autumn day (I can't really explain it but I don't like watching them in the Summer. They're Fall films for me.) You get under a blanket, have a fire in the fireplace, ignore the cold grey sky outside and you sit transfixed while you watch the films, transported to cold damp hallways and golden goblets of butter beer (a concoction while sounds simultaneously repugnant and fantastic all at the same time).
The books are equally absorbing. When you start to read you're launched into a world that feels like 100 year-old velveteen and smells like the ripe hollowed end of a thick hardbound book. You care about the characters. You hope the good guys win.
And the books are a basic, perfect mix of it all, and you see why kids love them. The books revere that state that you spent your childhood looking for, and once you didn't find it you realized that, that's what made you a grown-up. It wasn't hair in odd places or rushing hormones or the fact that your head was scraping the ceiling. You became a grown-up when you stopped looking for magic places.
I remember as a kid looking behind the boiler in the house we lived in at Colorado Springs. I was so convinced that the small door back there was a secret passageway to Narnia, Nimh, or to the Borrowers. I was sure of it. When I finally got the little door open I discovered it was just full of dust and cobwebs, possibly the skeleton of a rabbit or two, and that the door? It led to nowhere.
I didn't stop looking for magic places then.
I tried them in department stores inside the racks of clothing.
I tried them in fitting rooms.
I tried them in old houses with too many closets.
And eventually when I didn't find any magic spaces, I just stopped trying.
So it was that I grew up.
But Harry Potter, he's extending that for this generation. Melissa, at 15, could potentially still be a believer. Jeff most definitely is. They can dream and taste magic because it's in front of them - three ordinary kids with special circumstances live the life they wish they had. The books have a clear delineation between good and evil, there's no ambiguity. That kind of clarity is exactly what is needed in the world today. This guy here? He's bad. We don't want him to succeed. This guy, with the glasses? He's a good guy. He should win.
I love the books. I'm not ashamed to admit it, I have no problem confessing that the books are something that sets my imagination on fire. The films are brilliant and well-made and something to be revered, too, but the books...the interpretation that the mind gives them is amazing. It doesn't make me want to be a kid again (god, not that again). But it does bring out something dusty that had been sitting on a shelf, forgotten.
When the books come out the trains I ride on are chock full of the bright yellow, red, and blue books as all the grown-ups get them out to read on the commute. Even though we're adults we still remember what it was like to have enforced bedtimes, little responsibility, and dreams that Saturday morning cartoons were the start to a weekend of magic hunting. I like to imagine that as soon as we pull our books out of our purses, briefcases and backpacks, that our feet shrink and fall out of our high heels, the ends of the re-inforced toes of our tights hanging well past our little toenails. The air smells like strawberry bubble gum and caramel apples. From time to time you hear a small, high-pitched giggle. The mens' trousers hang over the ends of their legs, their little legs pumping back and forth against the seat, as all of us shrink out of our 30's and 40's and become kids again, if just for a 45 minute train ride.
I'll buy the next one, as will Melissa - we'll be in the Scottish Highlands that week and will look for them then. I'll savor every last drop of the book, and I'll even force myself to read it slowly, more slowly, as this will be the last foray into a world that as a grown-up, my only hall pass into it comes in the form of a little wizard with a crooked scar. I'll miss that little guy. More than that, I'll miss how I let all my stres and fears go while I read it, and let myself back into a world where people can fly, magic potions exist, and dragons are right around the corner. Melissa, she'll drink and devour it and then she'll read and re-read them. But she can do that because it's all so real to her still. It can still happen, if she just checks the right doors.
And while I read it, I'll remember what it was like to believe in that magic, to think that there's something more than all of this out there.
And that will be enough, for a while, to help me dream of crawlspaces and doors behind boiler rooms.
- H.
PS-LynD, thank you very much. I really mean it.
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I too love Harry Potter and can't wait for the next book and movie(s) to come out. However I do disagree that the books paint all the characters in black and white. There are enough grey characters in the book to make it realistic, such as Snape (is he good or bad, we will only find out in the last book), Fudge, Percy, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia just to name a few.
In my view, what makes the series special is that you can really imagine that the wizard world exists in our real world, as the muggle and the wizard world are tied together very well.
Btw. when I was younger, I actually ran to the end of the rainbows that appeared and started digging for the pot of gold. Unfortunately I never found one, but I haven't given up hope just yet...
Posted by: Tarantulady at June 19, 2007 10:05 AM (VV/U6)
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You've inspired me. It's time to break out the Harry Potter books and start re-reading them in anticipation for the next book and the new film. They definitely do have a special magic.
Posted by: Jamie at June 19, 2007 11:04 AM (nPqGH)
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I still believe in magic. I still believe in miracles. I still believe in faeries and legends. I don't think I ever stopped looking for the magical crawlspace... and I never ever stopped believing in Santa Claus (or at least the spirit of what he represents) and the magic of Christmas. Maybe that's why I indulge in roleplaying MMORPGs; to live out that magic and fantasy. Enjoy the books Helen; I know I will too later this year, curled up by a fire on a chilly fall day.
Posted by: Gil at June 19, 2007 11:41 AM (xs4Zc)
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What a cool picture!!
I'm right there with you on the Harry Potter books. And even if they were utter crap, anything that gets kids to read is a good thing.
Posted by: ~Easy at June 19, 2007 11:53 AM (X+de8)
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Oh, I love the Harry Potter books! I recognized that bridge immediately because I'm such a dork about them. You captured exactly how I feel about them. I'm desperately trying to get my boyfriend to read them, because I just know once he does, he'll be hooked.
Posted by: Meredith at June 19, 2007 01:16 PM (wC0M5)
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I'm 34 and I still look for those secret, magic places. And, once in a while, I actually find them.
Posted by: karmajenn at June 19, 2007 02:21 PM (OUTBp)
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I'm re-reading the 5th and 6th books currently, getting the magic flowing so that when the 7th and final installment comes, I'll be all caught up in the magic. My little brother and I used to race to see who could finish the books first...I always won because I'm almost 7 years older, but his excitement was contagious and it's something we'll always share.
Posted by: Amanda at June 19, 2007 02:29 PM (B5c+c)
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I like reading them in the fall, because that is when the stories begin. At the end of summer, and the beginning of fall. There's something about matching book time to real time that helps me immerse even further. It may be the sights, or it may be the smells, or it may be both.
I love Harry Potter and many other fantasy books for the reasons you've written so eloquently above. They take me somewhere else, where hope is alive, and the dragons really do fly.
Posted by: Jen(aside) at June 19, 2007 02:44 PM (u973k)
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Don' t worry-when the Lemonheads come you will be trying to find those magic places right along with them.
I am very jealous you got to see that viaduct in person. That is so cool. I am not ashamed to admit that I am a little wild about the books as well.
Posted by: Teresa at June 19, 2007 03:03 PM (0v7tD)
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My hubby is hooked on the books... I just haven't started reading them yet. Part of it is just in defiance to him.
We have one of those "magic" places in our house. The closet beneath the stairs is deep and dark, and my SIL gave my daughter a package of those glow in the dark stars... which she stuck all over the place in there. The darn things started peeling though, and everytime I go digging for luggage at the back of the closet, I end up with them stuck in my hair.
H- how are the lemonheads?
Posted by: Andria at June 19, 2007 03:28 PM (Oo4k1)
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I love Harry. For more reasons than I should put in a comment. The funny thing is that I was always the logical, practical child. Hated fantasy books and was merely tolerant of notions like witches and faeries and such. But not with Harry. Perhaps because his world seems so real.
Posted by: caltechgirl at June 19, 2007 03:58 PM (qPLLC)
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Okay, you've sold me. I've got to read these books I guess... Hubs watches the movies and likes them, but I've not gotten "hooked" yet. I'm someone who likes to read a series from the beginning and hate waiting for a new book to come out, so now that the supposed last one is coming, I'll probably break out the old library card and start the journey. Thanks for the magic... I do believe!
Posted by: sue at June 19, 2007 04:25 PM (WbfZD)
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I've read the books more times than I care to admit. I'm still struggling to get back through the 5th one before the movie gets released (it's my least favorite of all the books so far), but I know it will only take me a few days to get through book six, so I'm not that worried. I read the whole thing on my flight home from Scotland when it was released.
As for those clear lines between good and evil in the books, if that is so, then what do we make of Snape? Is he good? Is he evil? Ah, the mysteries that Harry provides us with...
Posted by: amy t. at June 19, 2007 04:40 PM (3dOTd)
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There are magical places out there in the world - some grown-ups still look for them. I usually find them behind the eyes of my children; you'll see.
Posted by: cursingmama at June 19, 2007 05:21 PM (PoQfr)
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I heart them too. I just finished re-reading them all in anticipation of the next book and movie.
Time for you to start planning your trip to Orlando. They've begun construction on the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, a new area at Universal Studios Islands of Adventure. I'm so excited! It opens in 2009.
I posted about it last month. I'll have to hunt for the news stories to send to you.
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at June 19, 2007 05:52 PM (+MvHD)
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I *love* those books (and movies), and I agree about the timing, they're fall/winter because that's when the stories take place. It doesn't seem right tobe laying on the sofa in shorts watching people in coats and scarves. I'm going to try to re-read them all before the next movie and book come out, but I'm afraid I'm running out of time as I haven't started yet! Eek!
Posted by: Erin at June 19, 2007 05:59 PM (HQy7k)
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When we renovated last year we had our builder make a secret passage between the scullery and formal dining room. It has hidden press panels at either end and is big enough for a child under 12 to crawl through. I am never going to tell any of the children that come here about it but I look forward to the day a child finds it on their own and wonder if they will tell me they have.
Fanciful I know, but I believe every old house should have a secret like that. :-) My husband puts it down to too many Trixie Belden books in my youth!!
Posted by: flikka at June 19, 2007 10:01 PM (puvdD)
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I think you just brilliantly described why I loved the Lord of the Rings movies so much. And why George Lucas made a bajillion dollars with Star Wars.
Posted by: Stephen Macklin at June 19, 2007 11:25 PM (Z3kjO)
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Flikka, you are the awesomest person ever.
*I* want to do that. Of course, I'd need to be able to afford a house first, and I live in one of the worst affordability areas in the US. Wait a mo'— got to beat down the adult.
...
There. Now, my dream house has several secret passages, including the standard
swinging bookcase. My college had a mansion as a retreat house, and it was built in the days of servants' stairs, so I've gotten to play in that kind of house and there's nothing to beat it. It's
fun.
When I was growing up we had a treehouse that was entirely natural— a fruitless mulberry that my dad had trained. The bottom half is a cave and the tree itself can support at least eight adults. It's still there, awaiting the properly aged grandchildren (which should be any time now— the nearby ones are five and six.) Ah, good times.
Posted by: B. Durbin at June 20, 2007 01:44 AM (tie24)
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Really that's a beautiful shot of the bridge with train. Kind of give me the chills...just like it did when I watched the first Harry Potter.
Man, now I want to run out and get the last copy...
Posted by: Heidi at June 20, 2007 11:08 AM (aEuq2)
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Helen...
Over the Rainbow... under the rainbow (well its that is fun your you)
Close your eyes and DREAM a little!!
Posted by: LarryConley at June 20, 2007 12:44 PM (htHzs)
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My ex-husband and I got Mumin on a warm summer day in Sweden. We'd been to visit his mother and stepfather at their home in the middle of Sweden, and a local farm was advertising rescue farmhouse kittens. We'd already had Maggie (named for Maggie Simpson) and Maggie was a wild, untamable kitten. She didn't want to be held, she didn't want to be touched, and her preferred way of life was to be causing some form of distruction. I'm one of those that think cats are better off in pairs because they can offer each other company and comfort, so it was always in the cards to get another cat.
Enter a little black and white kitten.
We went to a farmhouse where we were presented with two options - an all-black male kitten or a black and white female kitten. Since we already had a female kitten, we thought it would be best to get another girl. We paid a fee (a donation to the society and the cost of the kitten's shots).
And just like that, Mumin was a part of our life. She was named for a Finnish cartoon character and although I was nervous about bringing her home - cats often have a hard time adjusting to each other - I had nothing to worry about. Maggie and Mumin took to each other as though they'd always had each other in their lives, and always would. They looked nearly identical, with the exception that Mumin's eyes were yellow to Maggie's green and Mumin had a front leg that was white up to her upper leg, whereas Maggie's simply look encased in a pair of white 1950's gloves.
Mumin turned out to be very ill with a severe parasitic infection and a few vet visits later she was healthy. The parasitic infection damaged her growth though (or so the vet said) and as a result she was always a small cat. She and Maggie got on fabulously and in Sweden where you'd find one sleeping you'd generally find the other.
Mumin was my cat. She liked to curl up on my lap under the blankets, and we'd watch TV together while the snow fell outside. She liked to chase toy mice and if you threw one for her she'd bring it back, meowing as if to say "See how much I love you? You drop your toy and I'll bring it back to you." She had one of the sweetest, most patient dispositions ever - she wasn't the cleverest of cats but she was kind and loving. While Maggie is the angry, unfriendly wild cat Mumin was the happy, purring happy-go-lucky cat. We had our rituals, amongst them me giving her nibbles of cheese in the mornings. She liked to be held against your chest, like a baby. She loved to sleep on your lap with her head curled under, blocking out the light.
When she and Maggie came over to the UK after serving out their pet quarantine time in Sweden they have both gained a significant amount of weight. They'd been living with my ex, serving their quarantine, and had been simply eating to bide the time. It had never once occurred to me to not bring them over-they were my girls, they were coming. On the airplane trip over both nearly died as I had misguidedly given them tranquilizers to ease their stress-turns out animals sleep at that altitude anyway, drugging them dangerously lowers their body temperature.
There were new rules when they arrived. Angus' pets had a different way of life to mine. Dogs are not allowed upstairs. Cats should go outdoors. Pets on beds is generally not ok. It was a change, but in general the cats took to the changes in an entirely positive way. It turned out that Mumin, she loved the outdoors. She was incredible at catching animals to present to us as gifts. She and her new best friend Gorby would be outside for hours wiling away hours. She tolerated his puppy-ness. He, in turn, loved her. She'd spend all day outside on various rambling adventures and in the summertime it was impossible to get her inside. During the winter she wouldn't go out and would instead start gaining winter weight like a grizzly bear, which she'd quickly lose once it became warm enough to investigate the great outdoors.
I think it was for this exact reason we didn't notice what was going on.
She'd lost her usual winter weight. At a vet visit in March for her immunizations she was weighed, and came out a reasonably light 3.8 kg. She was pronounced very healthy and happy. She was wormed, boosted, and continued her fun outside.
We'd noticed over the past few weeks that she was looking too thin. But her antics outside with Gorby were continuing, she still came inside from time to time, and she was as loving and sweet as ever.
Last week we thought she'd become too thin. Her personality was still completely normal, so we decided to watch her and make sure she was ok. I'd decided to book up a vet visit, but then she was her usual self so I figured maybe this was just extreme summer weight loss.
When we returned from Scotland on Tuesday, I saw her in the evening. I was shocked by her appearance-you could see her hip bones. Her fur was matted and dirty. I held her and washed her fur, which infuriated her and she dashed outdoors. I waited for her to come inside so we could go to the vet.
But she didn't return until Friday morning, which was highly unusual for her.
When she finally came in she was frail, shaking, and uninterested in our usual morning cheese ritual. She was frighteningly thin. I held her in a towel and called the vet. We thought maybe she had some kind of parasite, maybe something she hadn't been wormed for.
The vet was very worried-Mumin had gone from 3.8 kg to 2.2 kg. She started to get sick all over the vet's table and was shaking. She was held over at the vets as they could feel a mass in her stomach.
Through it all, she was purring.
They took her through a swinging door and that was the last time we ever saw her.
They did x-rays and took blood at lunchtime. They called us. They were worried. They felt exploratory surgery was needed and they would call me and keep me posted.
When the vet finally did call I think somehow it was what we knew was coming.
The vet had found a massive tumor in Mumin's small intestine, just at a critical junction with the large intestine. It would be impossible to remove the tumor as in cats, it's apparently at a junction that you can't successfully re-connect. But as though the tumor weren't enough the lymph nodes were swollen and cancerous. The vet said they could do a biopsy and try chemo, which would buy us another year at most, but that the tumor was such that it would burst at any time, killing Mumin. Even if it hadn't, Angus and I wouldn't want to put Mumin through chemo. I fully understand that other people feel it's the best solution for their beloved pets, but he and I feel that Mumin wouldn't have understood what she was going through, that the pain of chemo would have been too great.
The vet and I agreed to let her go on the table. Waking her up just so I could say goodbye was a gesture that I wanted very, very much but I knew it was too selfish. My goodbye would have to be implied. My "I love you, baby" would have to be understood.
And so my little girl died.
Someone sent me an email not long ago (Foggy? Was it you?) about heaven. It told the story of a man who died and met his beloved dog in the afterlife, and they were walking along and came to the pearly gates. The man asked for a bowl of water for his dog and the guardian at the gate said "Sorry, no pets allowed." So the man and his dog kept walking until they came to another pearly gate, identical to the one he had just been at, and there was a bowl of water there. The dog had a long drink and the man turned to guardian at the gate. The guardian welcomed the man and the dog. "What is this place?" asked the man. "I was just at a place like it, only they wouldn't take my dog." The guardian smiled. "This place, my friend, is heaven. Both of you come on in."
It's stupid, really, but I like to think that's along the lines of what happens.
And for everyone who commented who also lost a friend, I hope it happens for you, too. Thank you for being there. It's been a bad time lately and I'm a little screwed up right now, so thank you.
Animals take up a deep space in my heart, and in general I trust them more than I trust people. Animals will only hurt you out of fear, while people, well...who the hell knows how they work. Animals have an innate sense of love and kindness and as long as you encourage that love and kindness the relationship you have with them is immeasurably sweet. As I get older my relationships with my furry buddies gets better and better, to the point now where I can't imagine extricating a single one of them from my life.
Until now, that is.
I feel like I shouldn't complain that my cat passed away. It's not like the body of a solider covered in a shroud from the beaches of Normandy or anything like that. I guess I feel embarrassed that losing Mumin has hit me so badly. But the truth is, my pets are my kids. They've always been my kids and always will be, even when real kids show up. Mumin was a bright spot in my day and one of the characters that I thought would tolerate and be patient with the Lemonheads as they go through their tail-grabbing stages. She was a sweetheart, a good girl, and a good friend to Gorby.
Maggie and Gorby are both being very needy now, as though they know something's amiss, too. I keep holding and cuddling Maggie (much to her annoyance) because no matter how unfriendly she can be I love her, too, and couldn't bear to lose her either. We will go on, and Angus has agreed we can maybe even think about another kitten someday. But we're still at a stage where we miss the little Mumin, and I think it'll be like that for a long while.
I'm not dragging this out and I'm not refusing to move on. I wrote this not for sympathy but so that you could know who Mumin was, what affect she had on our lives. I know a lot of people are probably rolling their eyes with a sigh of "Geez, man, she was JUST a cat." And she was a cat. But she was a cat I loved. I won't be posting about her for a while now, I think. It is time to move on and we are all moving on. Just as you have your own companion-sized shapes in your heart, so do I. I need to let the Mumin-shaped hole in my life heal. I never knew something so small could leave such a space behind.
But then, she was like that. Always catching you by surprise.
-H.
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She was a cat you loved, and those 6 words say it all. Take care.
Posted by: Mia at June 18, 2007 09:48 AM (i2tks)
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Who gives a rats ass what people think, she was your child and you loved her.
I lost my 17 year old Alex in April and I'm still grieving. She was such a big part of my life, it's like losing a body part. I know that you are supposed to feel good that you gave them a great life, and I understand that. I understood it when I got her, all those years ago. I get all of it, but I still miss her like crazy.
So, I'm thinking of you today. There are no words, but I'm with you.
Posted by: Julie H at June 18, 2007 10:02 AM (e5xgI)
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A pet is never just a pet. Somebody who says that doesn't get it. Thanks for sharing about Mumin with us. It makes me sad, but in a good way, to know that she was loved and appreciated. Just a shame it had to end in this way.
I also love the story about the bowl of water and Heaven.
Posted by: Hannah at June 18, 2007 10:29 AM (5w+E2)
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My deepest sympathies to you in your loss. We lost our 12 year old golden retriever to cancer a month ago. I had never experienced anything like this type of sadness. What was fascinating to me, though, was that as I shared my experience with friends and colleagues, almost every one of them would tell of their own beloved pet losses and how deeply they were felt. I was amazed at the level of empathy around this experience. And on one of the pet-loss websites I read, it said that you will be tempted to tell yourself "It's only a cat" or a dog, but you have to accept that she was a member of your family first, regardless of species. So I hope you will tell yourself that, and accept the pain of loss, and over time, it will start to heal.
We are starting to feel better now, but the first few weeks were rough, as I expect yours will be. It will get better, and you will always remember her with love and happy memories.
Posted by: Amy at June 18, 2007 11:51 AM (I9LMv)
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I sit here and shed tears for the loss of your sweet baby. Animals most certainly are a part of the family, and a huge part at that. I have felt that pain you feel now, and I will have to again in the future. I pray that you can remember Murnin as she was; where she ran and played and how she loved you in return. In my heaven, animals are most definitely the norm.
Posted by: Gil at June 18, 2007 11:53 AM (xs4Zc)
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Helen,
Could have been me as I like and agree with the story.
Mumin and her luck at having you as her guardian reminds me of an article I read years ago in “Medical Economics”. Entitled something like “Oh to Die Like a Dog”.
Briefly the writer recounted the events leading to the deaths of his parents as they traversed the medical system on their way to a less than benevolent death. He then contrasted the passing of his loyal and loved dog. He took his dog to where he was born and spent many happy times. There surrounded by one who loved him in a place he loved his faithful companion made a peaceful transition.
Mumin made a similar transition. From your love to peace.
All my Best
Posted by: Foggy at June 18, 2007 01:27 PM (WlHuv)
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Oh, Helen, I'm so sorry, but what a sweet tribute to a much-loved member of the family.
My baby took up with me as a stray little calico adolescent. After the first year, she began losing weight dramatically, which I didn't really notice because she NEEDED to lose a little. Then one of my neighbors saw her sitting on the windowsill with her tail drooping straight down and she told me that normally means the cat is sick.
Sure enough, fatty liver disease and anorexia because of it. At the doctor's suggestion, I gave her people protein to stimulate her appetite - Kentucky Fried Chicken pieces, the inside the batter fish from our fish and chip shop - and she slowly got better.
Then I flew her to Germany with our Burmese when I took the next job. She was her same sweet patient self, but cried sometimes when you picked her up until you settled your arm under her. Then one day, I came home from work and my husband went to find her for me, and came back with this scared look on his face that he thought she'd died. (Scared because he knew I'd cry like a banshee, which I did after first verifying that it wasn't some horrible joke.)
My other cat, Dixie, sniffed her and laid next to her for a while. She was very quiet for three or four days and anytime I sat down she had to climb into my lap or sit between us on the sofa.
Sometimes I don't give my babies the attention they deserve, and the main thing I thought while crying was "I should have held her longer this morning and stroked her some more before running off to work."
Our pets give us unconditional love, they never leave us or move out or go to college, and they never deliberately hurt us. There's a lot to be said for that type of relationship.
Thanks for sharing and letting me have a little cry remembering my Lovey.
Posted by: Oda Mae at June 18, 2007 01:35 PM (6zvrq)
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I'm very sorry to hear about Mumin. It's completely normal and expected to mourn the passing of an animal you loved and that loved you dearly.
I still lament losing my old dog, and that was almost 5 years ago.
Posted by: Solomon at June 18, 2007 01:58 PM (x+GoF)
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Crying for you and your girl right now. I lost my childhood kitty a couple years ago and I still miss him. xxx
Posted by: Ms. Pants at June 18, 2007 02:06 PM (+p4Zf)
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You need not feel embarrassed for mourning the loss of a dear pet. I love my cats so much I feel like I would shrivel and die if one of them went too soon.
I read a blog called Farmgirl Fare and she suffered two cat deaths last week. She was also very heartbroken over it. You should check her blog out. She also writes about new life on the farm too so it's not all depressing. http://www.foodiefarmgirl.blogspot.com/
Jane
Posted by: impossiblejane at June 18, 2007 02:52 PM (eihy3)
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No one understands your lost like cat people.
I'm a cat person, and I can't stop crying. I am so sorry Helen, I really, really am.
Cat, dog, hamster-whatever. If you love them, then that is all that there is to say.
Posted by: Teresa at June 18, 2007 03:03 PM (YM0Kt)
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long-time lurker, first (or maybe second) time poster here. i feel for you in your loss. i had a hamster (yes, a hamster) named theodore that i had to put down in november 2004 b/c he had a tumor in his bottom that caused his insides to bulge outside. i'd only had him for 2 years, but later learned that is pretty much the average life-span of a hamster, and most of them do die from such inoperable tumors. i remember holding him right after they gave him the shot, he was all snuggled up on my chest, and my tears were just falling and falling on him. i ended up having to take the day off of work because i was such a wreck. and he was "only a hamster." my sympathies for your loss, h.
Posted by: deborah at June 18, 2007 03:04 PM (piMxm)
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Please don't be ashamed of missing her. She was someone you loved, a cat-person, not just a cat. I hope that talking about her helps you heal.
Posted by: caltechgirl at June 18, 2007 04:33 PM (H8Grm)
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Oh Helen, I'm so sorry. Don't let anyone say "she was just an animal". She wasn't; she was family and should be mourned as such.
Posted by: physics geek at June 18, 2007 05:07 PM (MT22W)
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Oh, Helen, I'm so very sorry.
There is no such thing as "just a cat."
Posted by: Lisa at June 18, 2007 05:39 PM (jNkIg)
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Moving on doesn't have to mean letting go of the love. She was a cat you loved and that's all anybody needs to know. The love part.
Posted by: Donna at June 18, 2007 07:07 PM (lQSbL)
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Animals are never "just" anything... they are a piece of our heart. We do attach to them as family members and although I've heard all the milarky about us giving our animal companions human traits, I do believe they love us back - unselfishly. I still and forever will miss the pets that are no longer with me. My heart goes out to you... and to Gorby and Maggie. You will all miss your beautiful friend.
Posted by: sue at June 18, 2007 07:12 PM (WbfZD)
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It is okay to be upset about your cat. I love my cats like children too and I can't imagine losing any of them. You are allowed to grieve. Mumin was a beautiful cat and will live on in the hearts of many thanks to your heartfelt post. I hope that better days lie ahead.
Posted by: Jamie at June 18, 2007 11:38 PM (nPqGH)
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Helen - that was a beautiful tribute to an amazing little furry life. My thoughts are with you.
Posted by: Kirsten at June 19, 2007 12:13 AM (rMI0e)
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Here I go, crying again. I got choked up a couple of times on Friday, thinking about your sweet kitty and how much I still miss our little black and white Sam. Losing a pet really hurts.
Posted by: girl at June 19, 2007 12:16 AM (ze/Cn)
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No such thing as "just a cat". Our pets are our friends and such a part of the family. I'm so terribly sorry for what you are going through. I've not had to deal with this yet, although with the two dogs and one cat, I know that one day it will come. You made the kindest choice you could for her at the end. She knew you loved her, I am sure of it.
Posted by: donna at June 19, 2007 01:37 AM (Kco5r)
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We give parts of our hearts to our pets— and it's really a shame that you feel you have to justify feeling sad because your beloved little kitty died. No, it isn't Normandy— but it's your *cat* and you care.
Giving hugs to my kitties now.
Posted by: B. Durbin at June 19, 2007 03:29 AM (tie24)
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even today it's still awful. I hurt for your and I didn't know Mummin, but I'm sure she was a sweet kitty.
I hold on to the memories of Lola head butting me for scratches under the chin, or when I would blow kisses to her she'd come up to my lips with her nose like she was trying to kiss me back. The best was whistling at her and she would meow as if to say "Heidi, shut up already"
I feel your pain and understand.
Posted by: Heidi at June 19, 2007 05:38 AM (AX8Dq)
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Pets are a part of your family, and of course it hurts when they die. My dog Happy (hey - he came with the name) died in my arms over twenty years ago and I still think of him. On the positive side, you can get another pet and love them just as much, as I love my sweet mutt, Max. I hope one day you'll find another kitty love to help you.
Posted by: loribo at June 19, 2007 05:49 AM (FhswH)
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How we behave towards cats here below determines out status in heaven.
- Robert A. Heinlein
No Heaven will ever Heaven be
Unless my cats are there to welcome me.
- Anonymous
http://www.shadow-warrior.info/Quotes/Philosophy.htm
Helen... when in he heavens you awake.. you will hear one sound first.... "Mew?"
Posted by: LarryConley at June 19, 2007 07:53 AM (RImC6)
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I'm so sorry about Mummin! It is so hard when the time comes and it up to us to make the right decision. When I had to sign the DNR for Quinn (who didn't need it luckily) it broke my heart. Mummin lived a great life with you as her kitty mom, and she was loved and happy.
Anyone who pulls the "Geez man it's just a cat" is a questionable person in my mind. Pets are a huge part of our lives. People who treat animals just as animals generally are not people I want to know.
By the way, if you really want to get some good crying in, go do a web search for "The Rainbow Bridge".
Posted by: Dani at June 19, 2007 11:35 PM (1gF/8)
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You made me cry, you whore.
You know. I don't think that you shouldn't be a mess. Animals play such integral parts of our lives. They become your family. Even though they have four legs. I don't believe they are anything less of a human spirit.
Posted by: statia at June 20, 2007 12:04 AM (lHsKN)
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I am so sad for you and your family. I, too, am a "cat person" and have 2 kitties I hold close to my heart. One ran away last month for 11 days, and I was lost without her. I think you MUST be a kind and loving person to have cared so much for little Mumin. Take good care of Gorby and Maggie during this time, and take good care of yourself. Everyone needs some extra love right now!
Posted by: Heather at June 20, 2007 01:28 PM (QrpGw)
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If I have any typos in this, it's because I can't see too well through the tears...
Just wanted to say what everybody has said... with one little addition...
Talk about her alllll you want.
That's how you make it better.
Cry over her any time you feel a need to.
I (we) have been... (and some of us still are.)
Love her forever.
Straight to hell with anyone who would give you grief over ANY it.
And, anyone who says "it's just a cat" is LESS than human and you can feel free to send 'em right on over to ME, where they will be EDUCATED in the meaning of pets.
Or permanantly verbally disabled.
Probably both.
Meanwhile... the first cat I find who needs a loving home is going to be brought here "for" you, in your Mumin's name, to be loved and cared for til either you come get her or hell freezes over, whichever happens first.
I truly wish I could do more to help you heal.
Peace
(May you already have it, or it find you soon.)
Posted by: Stevie at June 20, 2007 04:30 PM (CzTnM)
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I'm so sorry for your loss. I feel the same way about my own pets. The love between us is so simple and uncomplicated by human error. I lost my bassett hound in a freak accident a year ago and grieved more than I have for any friend or family member I've lost. Again, I'm so truly sorry.
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The vet just called.
They did blood tests and x-rays this morning and at 2 pm had to do exploratory surgery.
Mumin had cancer and an inoperable tumor in her intestines.
She died on the operating table.
She was 6 years old.
I love you, baby.
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oh, sweetie, i am so very sorry for your loss. sending loads of love your way. xoxox
Posted by: leah at June 15, 2007 02:46 PM (Msku8)
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Oh, Helen, I am so very sorry.
Posted by: Heather at June 15, 2007 02:47 PM (G8dHb)
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oh honey, I'm so sorry. I know how hard it is to lose a furbaby. I still miss our sweet Samantha.
Posted by: girl at June 15, 2007 02:55 PM (FnQDN)
Posted by: Jen(aside) at June 15, 2007 03:01 PM (u973k)
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I'm SO sorry...it must hurt. I'm thinking of you.
Posted by: wn at June 15, 2007 03:01 PM (RF5nC)
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at June 15, 2007 03:04 PM (+MvHD)
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So sorry to hear that. A definite shock.
Posted by: Elisa at June 15, 2007 03:06 PM (AlPvn)
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Sending a virtual hug your way. So sorry for your loss.
Posted by: sarah at June 15, 2007 03:07 PM (QZvKF)
Posted by: lynD at June 15, 2007 03:11 PM (2F9Ak)
Posted by: Priya at June 15, 2007 03:18 PM (AhbAM)
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Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear that.
Posted by: Erin at June 15, 2007 03:18 PM (HQy7k)
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so sorry about mumin. i know you adore your animals. hugs to you.
Posted by: becky at June 15, 2007 03:19 PM (jv5jW)
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Hey Sweetie...
I haven't commented for a while (and I left Munu, too), but I'm still around and I hate this for you.
I remember when you were waiting and waiting, and me along with you, for them to get "home" to you.
I was
so glad when they finally got there...
And, now... my heart is breaking for you and Munin.
Only six... poor baby.
But, at least she got to have you for a Mom and she got to live a life free of pain, cruelty and loneliness.
I wish ALL animals could have that much, ya know?
Still... this is so bad... man.
One of the best differences between animals and people (and there are many) is that when you lose a furbaby, you can go get another one.
Not that you're replacing the love you lost... you're just giving another animal a love-filled home and helping to heal your own broken heart a little.
You should do that, if at all possible.
It'll make you feel better to laugh at a kitten's antics than it will to just have that hole in your heart.
Tell ya what...
At the risk of getting my own ass kicked, if you can't get yourself another cat right now, I'LL get another cat FOR you.
(Like I need another cat. I have 22 now. And, yes... I live on a farm. I also have 5 dogs, a parrot, a parakeet, two rabbits, two roosters, a hamster, a duck, and two horses.)
But, I'll get yet another cat and name her Helen, then when you come to the States next time, you can come see her and while you're distracted by the calves or my own zoo, I can slip her into your bag and off ya go.
And, by the way... any idea whatever happened to that bear that was being sent hither and yon?
Lukka? Wasn't that his name?
Anyhoo...
I haven't said it before, so I'll say it now...
Congratulations on the babies.
I'm sorry you're having a rough time with things, too.
You've wanted this for as long as I've known (of) you and I wish it could be every bit as much of a wonderful time for you as possible, but...
I'm just sorry that it isn't.
(For what it's worth, I think he'll be more okay with this than he thinks he will be... You're BOTH stronger than you know.)
And, again... please accept my deepest sympathies for the loss of your Munin.
You'll not be crying alone...
Hugs on ya, Hon.
Posted by: Stevie at June 15, 2007 03:32 PM (xIy59)
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I'm very sorry to read this, H. Poor little one
Posted by: Opal at June 15, 2007 03:34 PM (Us7dd)
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Oh Helen, Im so very sorry for your loss. I know some people don't get the realization that losing a pet really is like losing family in some way. But we just lost our Springer Spaniel Watson. And I never thought I could weep that hard over a pup. He truly was my baby.
Hugs!
Posted by: Terry at June 15, 2007 03:41 PM (h/YdH)
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I'm so sorry Helen - She was so pretty.
Posted by: kimmykins13 at June 15, 2007 03:45 PM (HUKlZ)
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Helen -
I am so sorry. I lost my dog of 15 years last summer and it just sucks. Take care.
Laura
Posted by: Laura at June 15, 2007 03:49 PM (U1yF0)
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Oh, Sweetie, I am so sorry. Tears in my eyes as I write this. I know how hard it is to lose a furry friend. Take care of yourself and Maggie.
Posted by: sophie at June 15, 2007 03:57 PM (1HOa8)
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That you couldn't even say goodbye. To someone so dear and loved. Life sucks, sometimes. It really does.
Posted by: Hannah at June 15, 2007 04:01 PM (5w+E2)
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So sorry about your cat. I lost one (just due to old age, she was 20) I had to have her euthanized....it was the most painful thing I have ever had to do. Losing a pet just plain sucks....
Posted by: Ruth at June 15, 2007 04:04 PM (Z+Upq)
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I am so very sorry to hear about Mumin, Helen. *hug*
You're in my thoughts.
Posted by: Michele at June 15, 2007 04:05 PM (fcaMV)
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I am so, so sorry about your beautiful girl.
Posted by: Marian at June 15, 2007 04:10 PM (7ZiKm)
Posted by: gatorgirl at June 15, 2007 04:16 PM (Ss17x)
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I'm so, so terribly sorry, Vanessa. You are in my thoughts.
Posted by: Kimberly at June 15, 2007 04:31 PM (v57BG)
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So very, very sorry to hear this. I wish I could send you a big cup of zen - I know you need it now more than ever.
Posted by: cursingmama at June 15, 2007 04:31 PM (PoQfr)
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The moon will rise, the sun will set, you dear Mumin we will never forget.
Sorry to hear of your loss.
Posted by: kb at June 15, 2007 04:39 PM (FpAR+)
Posted by: selzach at June 15, 2007 04:56 PM (hUsVX)
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There's so much that I want to say, but all of it will come out wrong, except I'm sorry. I love reading stories about your pets.
Posted by: Tif at June 15, 2007 05:17 PM (jCFyL)
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I'm so sorry for your loss.
Posted by: Melissa at June 15, 2007 05:23 PM (G9Mq2)
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Helen, my deepest condolences on your loss. {{{Hugs}}}
Posted by: pam at June 15, 2007 05:31 PM (l6NIn)
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So sorry, honey. So very sorry.
Posted by: donna at June 15, 2007 06:12 PM (w5MUl)
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"No cat dies whose memory lives on".
Posted by: Sigivald at June 15, 2007 06:12 PM (4JnZM)
Posted by: Katy at June 15, 2007 06:14 PM (APxTs)
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I am terribly sorry for your loss, Helen. I cannot think of anything further to add, really.
Posted by: RP at June 15, 2007 06:47 PM (op1yW)
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I have no words.
*sobs*
Posted by: Margi at June 15, 2007 06:51 PM (VD4KO)
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So sorry for your loss. You were blessed to have Mumin. She was fortunate to have you.
Posted by: Foggy at June 15, 2007 07:05 PM (WlHuv)
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I have four cats that I absolutely adore. I am so sorry - and send a BIG cyber-hug......
Posted by: suze at June 15, 2007 07:08 PM (BmSw7)
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Only 6 years old - that is much too young.
I lost my tuxedo cat when I was pregnant also. He was 13 and I still thought that was way too young.
Posted by: paula at June 15, 2007 07:14 PM (FlZPw)
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My heart breaks for you, this was so sudden. Much love to you all and I'm sorry.
Posted by: Lindsay at June 15, 2007 07:45 PM (mHNC3)
Posted by: Lisa at June 15, 2007 08:00 PM (e8V7B)
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How horrible for you. I am so sorry. Oh, Mumin.
Posted by: ilyka at June 15, 2007 08:00 PM (Z0tlR)
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Oh, Helen, I'm so very sorry. Poor Mumin.
Posted by: Amanda at June 15, 2007 08:26 PM (ay+rD)
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Aw, fuck.
I know that particular epithet doesn't sound very tasteful considering the circumstances, but its the first thing that came to mind. It was the first thing that came to my mind last time I lost a beloved pet. With everything else going on in your life right now, this just isn't fair. I'm so sorry. Few things suck worse than losing your pet. All I can say is cherish the memories you have of Mumin and the good, loving home that you provided for her the past six years. And I truly hope that things improve for you on the other fronts.
(big warm hug)
Posted by: diamond dave at June 15, 2007 08:27 PM (/0/gH)
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What can I say that others haven't? I am so very sorry.
Posted by: kenju at June 15, 2007 08:48 PM (DBvE5)
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Oh dear god. I know it hurts. I lost my baby two years ago to bone cancer and I still hear her dog tags from time to time. Hang in there.
Posted by: Jilly at June 15, 2007 09:01 PM (vy163)
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Damn Helen. Just damn.
Posted by: Serenity at June 15, 2007 09:02 PM (QLpkT)
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Oh my god. So, so sorry.
Posted by: Teresa at June 15, 2007 09:37 PM (G+cTk)
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Awwww...I'm so sorry Helen. We had a similar experience with our pug...he was the first dog our vet had ever lost on the table due to anesthetic. It was such a shock.
I know nothing can make it better...so...put your arms around your belly and hug the lemonheads.
Posted by: Tracy at June 15, 2007 09:51 PM (zv3bS)
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My heart is breaking for you! I am so sorry.
I wanted to share this piece of writing with you. It comforted me when we lost our darling cat Curdie in 2004. We still miss her.
________
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
(Author unknown)
Posted by: Flikka at June 15, 2007 10:29 PM (puvdD)
Posted by: belledame222 at June 15, 2007 10:55 PM (PF+Lo)
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I am so sorry for your loss.
Posted by: trainy at June 15, 2007 10:56 PM (vd8uz)
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Helen I am so, so sorry.
Posted by: Laura at June 15, 2007 11:01 PM (FFBkP)
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Helen
I am ao sorry for your loss.
my deepest sympathies
Raul
Posted by: raul at June 15, 2007 11:40 PM (NHSi1)
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My deepest sympathies Helen!
Posted by: kali at June 16, 2007 12:23 AM (rrNYS)
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I'm so sorry to hear of the loss of your beautiful kitty!
Posted by: Camino at June 16, 2007 12:31 AM (iHvW9)
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So much like the loss of our Rottie Wolfgang. He was 10 and never sick ever and suddenly had such an issue I raced him to the clinic where they rushed him into surgery and told me it would be quite some time..... they called about 20 minutes later. He had a tumor and never made it through surgery. My husband still cries, 11 years later whenever we talk about it.... I am so sorry. Pet love is so painful.
Love is so painful but it is worth it. Truly.
Because the times without pain are so beautiful.
Trust the times without pain....it is so worth it. you know that.
Posted by: gemma at June 16, 2007 01:01 AM (2c4NM)
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Jesus, what a shock. I feel so sad and can't begin to imagine how you and the rest of the family must be feeling....sending just a lot of heart to you right now.
Posted by: nikoline at June 16, 2007 01:06 AM (IoXKu)
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Oh, Helen, that's truly terrible. I'm so sorry. Poor Mumin.
I've been thinking about you a lot lately; try to be gentle with yourself in the midst of all this hardness.
Posted by: Wildly Parenthetical at June 16, 2007 01:35 AM (rG4u9)
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It's been too long since I've commented, sorry it has to be to say "I'm so, so sorry."
(((hugs)))
Posted by: taughnee at June 16, 2007 02:09 AM (MDlY5)
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I am so sorry for your loss. Big hugs to you.
Posted by: Sarah at June 16, 2007 02:47 AM (+e6O/)
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*Gasps!*
So Sorry to read this, sending much sympathy.
Posted by: deeleea at June 16, 2007 03:06 AM (IphB3)
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How awful. I lost my baby Lola back in September...I miss her everyday.
(((((Helen))))) Big Hugs!
Posted by: Heidi at June 16, 2007 05:54 AM (VHQxn)
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Sorry this has to be my first comment here...
Sorry to hear of your loss...*hugz* please be strong.
And Mumin.
I hoped you are being loved and hugged and all happy, at that somewhere.
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So sorry for your loss.
Posted by: Hilary at June 16, 2007 09:48 AM (y+t9G)
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Fuckety fuck, I am so sorry Helen, my god. You cant catch a break girl. I know how you love your baby kitties. smooches
Posted by: Cheryl at June 16, 2007 10:05 AM (msF2q)
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You were blessed by Munim; she was fortunate to have found you.
Posted by: Foggy at June 16, 2007 11:30 AM (yhH4r)
Posted by: dee_guerra at June 16, 2007 12:04 PM (kO0ms)
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Adding my sympathies to the group...what a beautiful creature she is.
Posted by: Donna at June 16, 2007 06:57 PM (lQSbL)
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My husband just caught me crying. Funny how I've never met you...but I cried for your loss. My sympathies and prayers.
Posted by: nukeum at June 16, 2007 09:10 PM (YNzbt)
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(((((((((((((((((((Helen))))))))))))))))))))))
Posted by: That Girl at June 17, 2007 03:55 AM (Mc2V9)
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I'm so sorry for your loss. Lots of *hugs*
Posted by: ~Easy at June 17, 2007 04:02 AM (X+de8)
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Thinking of you today. {{hugs}}
Posted by: Lisa at June 17, 2007 05:26 AM (e8V7B)
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Words are inadequate.
You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Posted by: Mia at June 17, 2007 02:17 PM (+2lQc)
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Oh Helen; I'm so sorry. I have been through this myself; I know how it feels. It's awful. I loved it when you shared in your blog about your cats; I'm such a huge cat lover myself. I used to wonder before I had kids if I'd still love my pets as much after the kids were born and yes, I did. I know how much you loved your Mumin.
My best to you all at this time.
Posted by: the Other Amber at June 17, 2007 04:01 PM (zQE5D)
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Such a beautiful, beautiful cat who you surrounded with love all her life. Wishing you peace Helen at a very sad time.
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I'm so sorry for you... that's a heartbreaker. I've been there more times than I care to think.
Posted by: sue at June 18, 2007 07:06 PM (WbfZD)
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losing a furbaby is a special kind of suckage. i'm sorry for your loss.
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Four years ago today I started writing this blog. I remember the day well actually - I was sitting at my desk at Company X, the desk with the view of the atrium, and I didn't have much going on at work. I'd heard of blogs and knew a little bit about them, and in an impulse moment I decided to start one of my own. I opened an account on Blogger, sat there thinking for a minute, and then started writing (from work, which is naughty and something I never do now.)
I don't know how I came up with the name Everyday Stranger, but it just came (little did I know at the time it's also the name of a San Francisco band. I like to think I came first.) I wanted to get across, to the random person who would find my site, that I'm just an everyday person you pass on the street. I'm like any other person out there, someone you may never talk to or meet, but one of many people you rub shoulders with on your commute, at Starbucks, on the airplane. I'm ordinary and anonymous, and like any other stranger I pass in and out of your life and leave no mark behind.
I didn't know where my blog would take me. I think the anonymity of it was what attracted me - I could talk, I could talk about things I shouldn't talk about, and no one would know it was me. I could let things out of myself that would horrify and shock and no one would be there to stare across the table at me with disdain. The quirks, mistakes, foibles, and fuck-ups that I am composed of could have a voice.
I think I was pretty surprised when I found out people were reading. I am still surprised. What surprises me even more is that some people have been around a long time - to name a few, I found a comment here from Loribo that goes back to June 2004. Sarah first popped up in October 2003 when I confessed I knocked the cat off the bed with my knockers. People that I care about have been around a long time, longer than some of my real life friends.
It's important to me that people read here, not because I'm a glory hound, but because it actually makes me feel more human. Human as in "in touch with life". That these random thoughts and punctual nightmares are things others may think, feel, or experience helps me understand that maybe we all have issues, insecurities, and laughs, they're something that can bring people together. I am human (and I need to be loved). I don't always respond to comments but I read them all meticulously and I wonder about your life and your experiences, too.
I think blogging has helped my confidence. Recently I've decided (honestly and truly this time, not like all the other false starts I've had) to try to go about getting published, and I'm adding a second track to that in attempting to try my hand at writing a regular column for something in print (I'll get back to you at how successful that is.) With two babies coming more income is going to be needed, and badly. I'm hoping in some way to augment our income with selling writing, if that's possible. If I'm being foolish and kidding myself and I'll simply meet with the pointy stick end of rejection which will cause me to wear Band-Aids labelled "You Suck. Stop Trying To Play With the Big Kids Now", well, there's always blogads (which I'm putting back on the site this weekend.)
A lot of people who started blogging the same time I did have dropped by the wayside. You burn out, your situation changes, you get discovered...I think for some blogging is something that, when the need is filled, you stop. I feel pretty proud of myself in some small way. I've been writing on this site for four years today, an act of commitment which is now longer than either of my marriages (how embarrassing it is to say that), my time in college, and my relationship with Kim. The only things, in fact, that have lasted longer than this blog are my love for Angus, my time outside of the U.S, my girls Maggie and Mumin and my desire for macaroni and cheese.
So I have a pretty committed relationship with my blog. We're at the "it's ok to fart in front of each other" stage. I no longer complain when it leaves its boxer shorts on the floor every morning. I even give it the remote most of the time.
I'm not quitting, and although I do take a time out every once in a while when my going gets too tough to write it all out at once, I do appreciate and love my little space here. It's not going to change the world. But it does help me.
So four years today.
I think that's something.
I could get all introspective and shit, but then I do that pretty often and you're probably very used to that (to the point where you may often scream "The mirror! She does not have two faces! Now move the fuck on!"). But suffice to say that there's been more living in these past four years of my life than in the entire rest of my life combined. And it's amazing to me to be able to look back and see, in print, the journey that my life has taken. Yes that sounds incredibly cheesy. But it's been one hell of a ride.
And if you'll excuse me now, Mumin is clearly very unwell and we're off to the vet.
-H.
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Best wishes for Mumin.
It sounds cheesy but it's important to me that people read. Not because I'm a glory hound or anything but because it makes me feel more human.
Yes, I definitely hear that. It's a connection in a too-often isolating world. It's only the cynics who think it's all about glory.
Good luck with the paid writing, not that you need me to wish it to you. When I say "good luck," I'm really saying, "Talent's all there already; now, may someone with the keys to the vault only take a few seconds to value it."
Posted by: ilyka at June 15, 2007 07:39 AM (Z0tlR)
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Congratulations! You brighten my days with your writing, so I see no reason why you couldn't get paid for it. I think it's a real talent.
Tell Mumin to hang in there!
Posted by: Marian at June 15, 2007 08:09 AM (B+qrE)
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Ok, I won't go all figuring out my feelings on your blog. Scary enough, though, reading your blog is still important to me. I find myself rooting for you. Congratulations on 4 years!
And I hope Mumin feels better!
Posted by: Hannah at June 15, 2007 10:34 AM (5w+E2)
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Congrats on sticking it out for 4 years, and good luck with writing for profit (I'm sure if anyone can do it, you can).
Poor Mumin; I hope there is nothing seriously wrong.
Posted by: kenju at June 15, 2007 11:11 AM (DBvE5)
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Congratulations. Have been reading this blog everyday for about three and half years now. Its incredible!
Posted by: Priya at June 15, 2007 11:14 AM (jOXWL)
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Please don't stop...You and your truth are a big part of why I live....
Posted by: LarryConley at June 15, 2007 11:27 AM (i+7Rd)
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4 years? That's all?? It seems like longer than that. I guess I fall in to the catgory of long-time readers and bloggers who fell by the wayside after getting outed.
It has been interesting to walk with you on your journey over the last few years. I've said frequently that yours has always been the first blog I read every day, and that "Everyday Stranger" is the bar for quality that I hold other blogs, and my own to. That's still true today.
Good luck with the writing, and everything else in your life. I'm looking forward to hearing about whatever you want to share.
Posted by: ~Easy at June 15, 2007 11:34 AM (X+de8)
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Happy Blogiversary! I've been reading your site for probably 3 years? But I think it took me like a year or more before I left a comment. (I'm such a lurker!) I hope things with Mumin are alright, and good luck with your writing career!
Posted by: Erin at June 15, 2007 11:57 AM (HQy7k)
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4 years! That is something to be proud of! I think this summer will mark 5 years of blogging for me, but when I look at my blog, I don't know what the hell I've been writing about all this time. Your blog has real, heart-felt content which is why I love it. Keep it up, and best of luck with your writing ventures!
Oh, and I hope Mumin is OK too!
Posted by: geeky at June 15, 2007 12:22 PM (ziVl9)
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Hey Helen, congratulations on four years! Reading your blog has got me to thinking repeatedly about the possibly of starting my own blog, but I am too chicken.
Since discovering you from Plain Layne/Rambling Rhodes I make sure to visit every day that I can.
Posted by: amelia at June 15, 2007 12:22 PM (L2+hh)
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Has it really been 4 years? Man, time has flown. Of course, I'll probably be saying the same thing about myself come July when my Blogiversary happens...
Happy Blogiversary!
Posted by: amber at June 15, 2007 12:24 PM (HCbA1)
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Helen - You help me start my day and I greatly appreciate it!
Thank you.
Posted by: ne at June 15, 2007 12:27 PM (t5Xsa)
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Happy Blogiversary!
Yours is the first blog I check each day. I can't remember anymore how I found it, but I was hooked from the start. You don't hold back and write honestly and beautifully about your life.
I hope everything's OK with Mumin. And a hug for you.
Posted by: selzach at June 15, 2007 12:32 PM (51n96)
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Happy anniversary! Can't exactly remember when I started reading. I think late 2004 right after I moved over to the UK and was looking for insight into others expat experiences. Anywho this is the one blog I read without fail everyday so you definitely have a talent for writing. xx
Posted by: Lee at June 15, 2007 12:39 PM (lN4Rc)
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You have come a long way baby from those dark days in Sweden! and it would not be a morning without checking in on you. I go off and on again with Xanga have been for about 4 years as well, I am back on for awhile anyway. Take care
Posted by: Cheryl at June 15, 2007 12:49 PM (msF2q)
Posted by: donna at June 15, 2007 12:51 PM (w5MUl)
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Still here! Not going anywhere!
Like so many others, I begin each day with you - so your trip absences kinda throw me! Thank you for sharing your life and your writing with all of us. The laughter, the angst, the work stresses, the Starbucks, the cats - all of it. Happy Blogiversary from all of us
Posted by: loribo at June 15, 2007 01:42 PM (MY7JG)
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Happy anniversary! I have been lurking for a couple of years. I really enjoy your writing. You make me laugh and cry at the same time. This site is the first place I go every morning. Maybe some day you will share this with the lemonheads.
Jilly
Posted by: Jilly at June 15, 2007 01:43 PM (vy163)
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Happy Anniversary! I don't remember how long I've been reading either, for sure. Must be at least 3 years now, though, maybe a bit more. I wish you all the success in the world at getting paid for writing; I think you write beautifully. Like many others, your blog and a cup of coffee are my some of my first daily necessities.
I hope Mumin is not seriously unwell and will be just fine soon.
Posted by: Lisa at June 15, 2007 02:36 PM (e8V7B)
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I am not ashamed to admit that part of my day would be very empty without your blog.
Happy Anniversary!
And I truly hope Mumin is well. I am keeping my fingers and toes crossed.
Posted by: Teresa at June 15, 2007 02:41 PM (xTu8h)
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Congratulations on the blogiversary. I hope Mumin is okay.
I've been a daily reader for -- gosh -- probably 3 years. I rarely comment, because usually someone else has already said it so much better.
Do you still consider yourself an anonymous blogger? Do people you work with know that you blog, and is that a concern? You've written about the fallout from your family's reaction to the blog, but they sound like they would've complained regardless of what you wrote or didn't write. Knowing what you do now, would you have taken greater steps to protect your identity and/or privacy?
Cheers,
lynD
Posted by: lynD at June 15, 2007 03:03 PM (2F9Ak)
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Im a fairly new reader (7 months or so)..... And I find myself oddly attached to you and your blog. You're very real. You're very human. We have things in common to some extent. And I believe that if we were to know each other, I'd love to be your friend in real life.
Happy Anniversary!
Posted by: Terry at June 15, 2007 03:36 PM (h/YdH)
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You have become so much more than an Everyday Stranger. You are real and authentic - a daily read for me.
I've read for a really long time (horrible,horrible lurker that I am) and truly admire and appreciate the honesty in your writing. Really don't think you are going to have any problems getting published!
Posted by: gatorgirl at June 15, 2007 04:04 PM (Ss17x)
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H~ I've said it before and I'll say it again. You are the first thing I do when I get to the office (read your blog that is...not do you..lol) I've been reading your entry's since the beginning. You make me smile and feel happy that there are people out there like you.
Posted by: Tiffani at June 15, 2007 04:56 PM (Up2JA)
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It's important to me, too. I feel you. And I've never stopped being here, for the record.
Posted by: Jennifer at June 15, 2007 05:18 PM (jl9h0)
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Obviously you're not an everyday person I'd pass on the street. I love you too much for that. You mean the world to me.
Posted by: statia at June 15, 2007 08:07 PM (lHsKN)
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Happy Anniversary - like many of the others here the first thing I do every morning is read your latest update with coffee in hand. You add perspective to my life and give me new ways to see the world and for that I thank you.
As for the money thing, Dooce makes her living 100% out of her blog - could you do the same? It might be worth contacting her to discuss (email me if you don't know who I'm talking about). xx
Posted by: Flikka at June 15, 2007 10:25 PM (puvdD)
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Happy anniversary Helen! Your blog is an automatic read for me. I found out about you when the horrible subway bombings occurred. Someone, and I can't remember who, linked to your site since you are an American living over there.
I never comment (bad lurker) but read faithfully.
I hope Mumin is okay.
Posted by: kali at June 16, 2007 12:22 AM (rrNYS)
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Helen,
Yours was the very first blog I discovered and started reading regularly a few years ago. While I've added a few more to my list since then, yours is still the first one I go to when I hop online. Your writing is consistently excellent and I'm so happy for all the good things that have come your way over the years I've been reading. Happy blog anniversary!!
Posted by: Camino at June 16, 2007 12:27 AM (iHvW9)
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Congratulations! Like so many others who've written here, I read your blog every day because for me, it's exactly what a blog should be - genuine, touching, funny and so very insightful. Thank you for sharing so much of yourself with so many. How can you be a stranger, when so many of us, laugh, cry and suffer with you? Speaking for myself, I may not know you, but I care very much what happens to you. And I only want the best for you.
Posted by: Linda at June 16, 2007 12:48 AM (1vD55)
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*using a shortcut* ditto what Linda said!
well, mostly. I stop by once or twice a week, but I feel just the same way she describes. It does seem kinda strange - the bond one feels with you when reading your posts - but then the strangeness passes and one feels quite glad to read a new post.
Thank you very much for sharing.
and thank you linda for expressing the thought so succinctly.
Posted by: J.M. at June 17, 2007 06:48 AM (TsXw6)
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Congrats, my dear. ((HUGS))
Posted by: Mia at June 17, 2007 02:20 PM (+2lQc)
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I rarely comment but I have been reading you since Nov. 2003. It is weird, actually. If I go a week without checking in on you, I miss you like a late phone call from my family. Or, once I saw a stuffed animal in a store which reminded me of that silly Bear, i forget it's name, which I signed up to received through your blog, but which never landed in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Yet, I thought of you. And now you are having babies, just at a time when my own children are growing and soon to leave the nest. Four years doesn't seem like a long time, but when reading someone, really it is. I think I follow your blog because of your authenticity. Thank you for sharing your humanity--
Posted by: Marie at June 21, 2007 01:19 AM (FUOcs)
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Happy Anniversary. For the record, i've been reading you since Don Watkins' "Great Blog Wars" where he fought for your honour with Jim of Snoozebuttondreams. Happy 4 years, and here's to as many more as you have fun with!
T
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June 13, 2007
It Just Is
There are a lot of things you've been learning about life. This is what you do, you're a ball of tape that rolls and bounces and picks it all up as you go, and from time to time you check the adhesive to see what's on you, how it all adds up. Recent stock-taking would have you happy as you see what's settled on the surface-love. Security. Hope. Your recent liking of avocados. Amazing shit.
But sometimes the floor falls out from under you and despite the fact that you are well on your way to getting that healthy mental bill of certification, the one with the gold seal and watermarked signature, you are not prepared enough to handle some of what comes your way.
You started IVF because it was so desperately important to you to be a mother. He wasn't so keen to be a father again but agreed to do it for you, with you, because it was so important to you. You didn't know at the time, you should have checked the small print, that "agreed" does not imply graciousness. Agreed means reminding you on a regular basis that you have ruined your collective lives, and by "agreement" that means you are expected to sit there and take it since you are solely and utterly to blame.
You knew that you would be different to the other people out there, see. You knew you'd not have a partner desperate to get home and pat your stomach. You knew that joyously creating a nursery was out of the question. That's not what was in the cards for you, it wasn't even available in the deck. But you didn't know that you would get constant negative reminders of how angry he would be. You didn't know, not because you don't pay attention because you always pay attention, but because you didn't understand that success would mean such pain.
You knew that he didn't think pregnant women glow. He told you that, and to some extent you agree. Pregnant women are simply pregnant. What you weren't clear on is that he wouldn't find you attractive. You, this person that supposedly is what makes his blood run rampant, are now something he can't find attractive. It's a difficult one when you don't generally find yourself attractive either, but you always have done with him. You may not be classically beautiful but there's something about his reaction that makes you feel like a beauty, only that's missing now, too. You tell yourself that can come back and in the meantime you cover up.
You spend a lot of time trying to solve problems. With every new problem thrown up at you, you try to find a way to resolve it. That's what you do. And that's wrong, too.
You can't buy anything. What you have bought you have to remove from sight because he says it may jinx things. There are things you thought of buying but can't because he says they're gimmicks, you can make do without. Your mother had problems with baby things. You remember it, in that fucked up memory of yours, you remember her saying We have to hide the baby things, it makes him angry. The four things you've bought are removed from sight, too, because they depress him. Years later you were there when she said a big regret was not having someone in her life to share the joy of pregnancy.
You didn't know that you would repeat the patterns.
You are filled with anger at the fact that you can't even feel this way without them reading about it, too, because you live in a bubble.
You knew that he isn't a baby person. This isn't such a bad thing, you know others that aren't mad about babies. Some people think of babies like I do, like little tulips that smell of extraordinary things, that are a tremendous amount of work but the small weight of them is worth it. Some people look at babies as an inconvenient stage to childhood, which is where they get interesting, when they have opinions and reactions and give you cause for laughter. You knew that he isn't a baby person but you didn't know that he thinks of babydom as a great big black pit of despair, you thought it was a point in development that he simply didn't enjoy.
And all of these things so far, you can take them. It's really hard and you have screaming in your head but so far you can cope. Pregnancy will give way to you getting your body back, babies grow into opinionators that he will enjoy more, and you have hope.
But sometimes it's too much to bear. Your defense mechanisms are non-existent just now, you're at the point in your therapy when your defense is being built up, it's going to be that your defense is to believe in yourself enough to handle what comes your way. So when he tells you that all he can see for years to come is black darkness, you have to try to pull it together and be there for him. But when you hear that you are not even something that he looks forward to in the future, you lose it.
You offer not a hint of light.
All that you thought you offered - love, laughter, sparks and magic...it's just bullshit. It was nothing. You offer not even a single match to light up his darkness. The only positive thing in his future is building an extension which will take his mind off of you and off of his babies. You, who are naive and stupid enough to believe that your faith in him and in your relationship can get you through any black times, that how you feel about him will get you through hard times because it has before, now know that you're not enough for him. And when you ask why he doesn't just leave now, why would he want to be with someone he doesn't look forward to being with, you're told it's because he cares about you and he has a sense of responsibility.
And you have become that 1950's housewife, one without sparkle and magic, one who is an obligation and a duty, not a joy.
He tells you he hopes you prove him wrong, that you prove you will be something to look forward to. Although it never once occurred to you that you wouldn't be yourself when the babies are born (you'll still want to curl up next to him and still want to hold him and still bounce around and still buy him Fruit Rowntrees as a surprise) it gets added to the list of Things You Must Do. You now have to prove yourself to him. Again. You feel you need to reassure him that his fears are of course justified, it's worrying to think that one may slip in priority with the arrival of two babies but you have absolutely no doubt at all in your heart that how you feel about him is unwavering and limitless, that even on the nights when you're knackered and sleepless the hold he has on your heart is unchanged. And you honestly believe that to be true. You have to prove him wrong, and while you do so you have to know that you're now not a person to look forward to, not anymore, and you were a fucking self-righteous idiot to ever think that you were.
You know he's angry and scared and nervous. You are too. You know that maybe some of the things he says are being tempered by his fears so they're not coming out right. You had a fantastic holiday weekend in Scotland, you were close, so you hold on to that and to the fact that he often comes through for you. You cry a lot and feel lower than you have for a very long time and all you can see is darkness now, too.
You love him very much.
You can see he's depressed and he knows he's depressed, but he's not moving on from it, he's not anywhere but in the middle of the depression, embracing it, he's not trying to see a way through it in whatever small steps that emergence can come from. You know how that is. You hope he will try, soon.
You are torn into little shreds feeling like you are something not worth looking forward to.
You are 20 weeks pregnant and your stomach is a hard ball.
So is your heart.
You keep going because that's what you always do and that's the only choice that you have.
-H.
Comments are closed because I won't have anyone saying anything remotely negative about him. Don't email me trying to offer advice or opinions. Please. I really need some space just now.
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June 12, 2007
"Surrounded"
I was there
CÂ’mon and tell me I wasnÂ’t worth
Sticking it out for
Well I was there
And I know I was worth it
Cause if I wasnÂ’t worth it
That makes me worse off than you are
But donÂ’t lose sight of me now
DonÂ’t lose sight of me now
Chantal Kreviazuk, Under These Rocks and Stones
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June 06, 2007
"Hotter than my shorts! I could've done a little crotch pot cooking!"*
Home now.
Event over and we didn't win but that's ok, you can't win them all.
I left the event early actually-when we arrived at the ballroom it was hotter than fuck in the building because the air conditioner crapped out. Although we complained there was nothing that could be done, so about 400 of us sweated it out. As one of only a handful of women bedecked in shoulder baring clothes I had it easy-I was half-naked in a wispy dress. We fared much better than the menfolk, as they were cinched up in their penguin suits. And when I say it was hot in that room, I'm not exaggerating in the least. The men had their handkerchiefs out and continuously moving to mop up the sweat (I really felt bad for them, I can't imagine facing that kind of heat while wearing both a tie and a dinner jacket). I wasn't so great either-my makeup did a runner, I had sweat rivulets running down my legs, and the heat did nothing positive for The Lemonheads, as I swelled up to roughly the size of something that Japanese commercial fishermen would be keen to throw a harpoon at.
In the end I'd run out of time before the event, so I wore my hair down with a slight wave in the back.
Here's me (with a colleague, whom I've cropped out):
And me in the bathroom with bad fluorescent lighting and cut off at the waist (I only had a second before someone else came in to the bathroom, and there's nothing weirder than seeing someone with a camera in the toilets):
I have to confess - and this is not because I'm looking for contradictions or compliments, because I'm really not - but I didn't feel all glowy and floaty and dreamy. I felt sweaty. I felt swollen. I felt huge. I felt I wasn't remotely attractive, I was just pregnant.
I enjoyed spending time with my team though, even if I didn't get to partake in the guzzling of the copious amounts of free champagne. While we were melting into a pool of liquid goo a nice older man came up to talk to my team. He was the absolute typical enigneering type-greying, glasses, bow tie askew and black pen marks on his white tuxedo shirt. He introduced himself as James and asked us about our project. He knew a lot about it and had a lot of information, and I jumped in and gave my opinion about various things.
My hands kept twitching to fix his bow tie, as it was completely askew.
He asked more questions.
It literally was on the tip of my tongue to ask him if he wouldn't mind if I fixed his tie (I had even licked my lips and inhaled to push the sound out of the sound box) when they called us out of the sweat box ballroom to move us into the dinner room for the meal and the awards. James promised to stay in touch with us and our future projects. I liked the chap.
We sat and had some starters, and then the first presenter went up to talk.
I saw with a start that the speaker was James.
Only he isn't just James, he's Sir James. As in Landed Gentry James. As in "gives off air of doddering geek but really has sums of money so vast I can't even comprehend them" James.
I was awfully glad then that I didn't fix his tie.
There are a lot of things I have gotten used to living here in England, but as long as I live I will never get used to the idea of mingling with men who have been knighted. It's just too much for my tiny brain to manage.
Anyway, we're off this evening on Angus' birthday celebration - taking the sleeper train up to Fort William (Scotland) then a few days tooling around the Hebrides before taking the sleeper train back home again.
I'll see you on Tuesday.
-H.
* Quote from Good Morning, Vietnam.
PS-London's 2012 Olympic logo sucks donkey balls. I could've put a crayon between Gorby's paws and he'd had done a better job than that.
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I think you looked lovely! Sorry you and the Lemonheads were nearly broiled in the heat of the room though. Sir James and his crooked tie made me chuckle; quirky knight can wear his tie however he likes, I suppose. Have a great time in Scotland! Can't wait to see pictures. I enjoy seeing so many great places by traveling vicariously through you.
Posted by: Lisa at June 06, 2007 01:43 PM (e8V7B)
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You looked gorgeous, but I understand completely about just feeling pregnant. As much as I loved carrying my two children, I did not
love being pregnant. You did look beautiful though, and the hair was perfect.
And knighted chaps-I can't wrap my tiny brain around that either. The logo-ummm, yikes.
Posted by: Teresa at June 06, 2007 02:46 PM (8RXy8)
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I hate to be the bearer of bad news (well, obviously not, since I'm going to anyway...) But that hot, swollen, big, sweaty feeling? As you get to months 7-9? It pretty much doesn't go away. My daughter was born in January, and I had the windows wide open through most of December - I was so hot. And big. And...at one point actually called my mother because my ankles had gone missing.
Posted by: Tracy at June 06, 2007 03:52 PM (zv3bS)
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you looked lovely! Good thing you didn't go for curls, as they would have been down in an instant in that heat and sweating. Have a lovely Scottish weekend, and I couldn't agree with you more about the logo! I think you should submit a Gorby original if they do take it back!
Posted by: caltechgirl at June 06, 2007 04:22 PM (qPLLC)
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You look beautiful, really. Glad you enjoyed.
Posted by: The other Amber at June 06, 2007 04:26 PM (zQE5D)
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You looked wonderful, Helen. I love the dress!
Posted by: Amanda at June 06, 2007 05:01 PM (ay+rD)
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Now, see? That's the funny part. Because you FELT pregnant and sweaty -- you LOOKED GLOWY. Beautiful and glowing. Funny how that works, hey?
Happy Schmurfday, Angus! Enjoy Scotland (I'm soooooooooooo jealous.)
Posted by: Margi at June 06, 2007 05:25 PM (eDayd)
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You looked Hubba-hubba, as they used to say!
That logo is really odd.
Posted by: kenju at June 06, 2007 05:55 PM (DBvE5)
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I was at a marketing workshop yesterday when the talk turned to the new logo.
The consensus?
It looks like Lisa Simpson going down on Bart.
And they paid 400,000 pounds for that? Bring on Gorby!
Paul
Posted by: Light & Dark at June 06, 2007 09:20 PM (I58Kg)
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And I have no doubt that the gentleman will remember you.. (or have a staff member who will remind him) if you meet again. Once you spent time talking to him.. somewhere there is probably a picture with the notation.. 'Everyday Stranger: Good looking, American accent, knows her stuff in industry Gerbils, Knocked up.. '
Well not in THOSE words but..
Robert Heinlein wrote a book called 'Double Star' which deals somewhat with the inner workings of the life of a major political figure
ME
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Posted by: sue at June 11, 2007 04:19 PM (WbfZD)
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I thought you look gorgeous for a preggy girl. Absolutely :-)
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June 05, 2007
Fashion Help for Dummies
OK, so tonight I have another awards prsentation formal do, in which I am staying over in London for and needing to put on the Ritz a bit, so to speak. I've bought an inexpensive new dress seen
here (it's the chocolate strap dress. And yes, even though it's not ideal I'm wearing strappy black heels with it because I can't be assed to go buy a new pair of shoes for a dress that I'd better not have to ever wear again and generally speaking I never wear brown. Plus I'll be in a room full of male engineers, and it's not like a few of them won't be mismatching things in their tuxes as well.) It's a comfortable dress and it's inexpensive, which was important-I hopefully won't be fitting into maternity clothes this time next year, so even though it's a black tie event, this should be a one-shot for the dress.
It'll be my first "unveiling" to most folk since getting knocked up, and I'm definitely visibly showing now.
I'll also be around the infamous tummy rubbers tonight, but at least with strappy shoes I can do damage to anyone coming near me.
I tried the dress on last night. I felt like a beached whale. And I still have 18 more weeks to go.
So here's my dilemma. I have no style sense, as you'll generally find me in pajamas and a ponytail. I'm also absolutely, completely, 100% hopeless at doing my own hair. Seriously. I think the French twist is very elegant but I can't even do that. And I completely forgot that I will be having hair to contend with so I didn't book a hair appointment (besides, if I can't be assed to buy new shoes and I LOVE new shoes then there's no way I'm addressing the hair).
My question, and I need your advice-should I wear my hair up in a very, very simple updo or should I wear it down (and if down, then straight or curly)?
Thanks in advance for any style guidance you can offer.
Love,
The Fashion Hopeless
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Isn't the rule that with shoulders exposed you can wear your hair down? I couldn't swear to it, but being a wee bit stylistically-challenged, I tend to remember things expressed as 'rules.'
And I like your hair with that slight wavy thing it does when it's down.
But... erm... perhaps you should trust someone else's take?
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Down and straight. Looks wonderful on you and should go good with the dress.
But then up looks classier...
Argh, sorry, I'm not much help, I guess.
Good luck!
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Since the dress is strapless- wear your hair down. It won't look as busy that way, and you won't have to deal with half-fallen hair by the end of the night. I wouldn't wear it curly... maybe slightly wavy.
have fun! and, we want pictures!!!
Posted by: Andria at June 05, 2007 07:46 AM (Oo4k1)
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Down is easier and it can't go wrong during the evening (down being the default setting for hair). I'd go with down. I'd also go with straight over wavy.
Posted by: Caroline M at June 05, 2007 08:20 AM (x3QDi)
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well I am going against the trend and saying UP. I can't remember when but you had it up with some tendrilly bits around the front in a pic I remember (Black dress, god, not sure when) I am also hopeless at up dos myself, but can usually manage a rough bun type thingy with some grips and hairspray.....it usually looks its best at the end of the night when its all softened! Have fun and poke out the eyes of those ITR's!!!
Posted by: SuperSarah at June 05, 2007 08:24 AM (Av/OU)
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I say down, but, go for a few curls
Posted by: Katy at June 05, 2007 10:42 AM (Ww0l+)
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You may wear your hair in the way that is most comfortable for you. With a strapless dress, hair down is completely acceptable and adds cachet, but I would avoid a lot of jewelery at the neck if you choose hair down, let the hair do the accessorizing. I do find that pregnant woman/hair up draws more attention to the belly, and if you want to avoid rubbing (good god I can't believe that people actually have the gall to touch you!) then draw attention away from your middle and up to your face. Hair straight or slightly wavy seems to be the preference with your other readers, but again, if you don't feel like doing the full blow-out, then some curl would be fine. What you don't want is to have to pay any attention to your look once you're ready to go out the door; you should be completely comfortable with your choices.
Posted by: Hilary at June 05, 2007 12:03 PM (K+Gxl)
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I personally like your new shorter and curly style, I would just wear it naturally curly and down, you are a pregnant woman you can do whatever the hell you want to! Take care sweets
Posted by: Cheryl at June 05, 2007 12:49 PM (msF2q)
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My vote is for hair down with the strapless and, with your new, shorter hairstyle, the natural, wavy look will be perfect.
Posted by: karmajenn at June 05, 2007 01:02 PM (OUTBp)
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I think definately down and not wavy or straight. Put some serious curl in it and add body. You can never go wrong with this do. Believe me...............I style hair and love to do up-dos but simple is more beautiful sometimes!!!! Good luck!
Posted by: Jessica at June 05, 2007 01:29 PM (ii/lW)
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Down works for me!
Good luck with the tummy rubbers.... grrrrr...
Posted by: sue at June 05, 2007 01:29 PM (WbfZD)
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I believe fashion rules were only made so they could be broken. Black with brown is perfectly acceptable in my book, and as far as the hair-go with nature. You have a gorgeous head of hair, and add to it the sexiness of "pregnancy hair", so down and natural is the way to go. Wash it and let it air dry. You will be stunning-as always.
Posted by: Teresa at June 05, 2007 01:53 PM (MEzoo)
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That dress is really cute! I wish I could offer some advice, but I'm still trying to figure out what I'm going to wear and what I'm going to do with my own hair for my mother-in-law's retirement dinner tonight. I can't do hair either, so when it doubt, I leave it down. Your hair is gorgeous curly! I would do that with my hair if I could, but that require using a curling iron, and that would only end in disaster.
Posted by: geeky at June 05, 2007 02:36 PM (ziVl9)
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Beautiful dress. Nothing to advise as for the hair; you'll look lovely whichever way you wear it. Enjoy!
Posted by: The other Amber at June 05, 2007 05:17 PM (zQE5D)
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take advantage of your new layers, curl 'em up and let your face glow.
Love love love the dress. I bet it looks faboo on your skin!
Posted by: caltechgirl at June 05, 2007 05:32 PM (qPLLC)
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"you'll generally find me in pajamas and a ponytail. "
Go ahead, set a new trend. Formal pajama wear. And bunny slippers & a teddy bear to accessorize.
Then again, calling me fahion challenged would be a compliment ;-)
Posted by: ~Easy at June 05, 2007 07:06 PM (X+de8)
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I vote for curly and flowing around your beautiful face and shoulders. I'm prolly to f'n late, tho, huh? LOL
Posted by: Margi at June 05, 2007 07:29 PM (A/6f4)
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up in a fairly severe style, makes you look thinner, adds height, and severe makes the rubbers stay off your tummy. Black shoes with brown is fine, there is no rule about that at all as long as they match your purse.
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I'm sure to be too late to vote - but I would love to see a pic!
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June 04, 2007
Doctor, Doctor
I was recently asked by someone to sum up how I feel about the NHS care I receive here in England. I remember living in the States and, except for that radical period I went through where I read up on foreign cultures and politics as a way of back-stopping arguments I had in my Anthropology 101 class (which was really a collection of beatnick hippy anthro students like myself and a load of Texan Ride 'Em Rough conservatives who took the course as a liberal arts elective and then spent their time banging on about Bibles, shotguns, and Old Glory), I really didn't think a moment about how other countries handle their social structures. The Dobe Kung were as relevant to me then as the Finnish political system.
What the hell was I thinking getting a degree in anthropology, anyway?
So how do I find the NHS care I receive here?
In a word: Excellent.
I know this will wind people up, but frankly I don't give a shit. I tire of reading diatribes of people that like to bash the UK health system because it's-oh my GOD-socialist. "Socialism" is uttered in the States like a bad word, it's on par with assuming that McCarthyism is relevant and the government is out to take your paycheck which they will use to color the world a new Dulux color of pink. It annoys me when I read articles from writers who have never been in a socialist health care system and they decide they have to fight the evil and support truth, justice, and the American Way (I don't read bloggers who bash health care because those aren't the types of blogs I read.)
Having socialist health care isn't a way of debasing truth, justice, and the American Way. If you are happy with your health care here it doesn't mean you have a tattoo of Karl Marx on your ass, it simply means you're happy with your health care here. I'm not a communist, but as someone who's been in socialist societies for 8 years now, I can see there are elements of them that work.
My past saw me born and raised as an Air Force brat. I was truly immersed in the most patriotic of cultures, in a culture which you didn't question and you were completely and utterly supported from a health, schooling, and housing perspective. I have to say that our health care wasn't the best, not because military doctors aren't good because a lot of them were, but because we moved every 2-4 years and the doctors moved every 2-4 years and it was therefore impossible to build up a doctor-patient relationship in that respect. I think because I never knew what it was like to go to the same pediatrician I saw when I was an infant to when I turned 18 that I am ok with how things operate here, too.
Doctors in America can be fucking fantastic. They really can. You have an amazing amount of choice and expertise at your fingertips, as long as you have access to a reasonably metropolitan area (you're not likely to find a world-renown oncologist in a town of about 600 people.) I honestly had some incredible doctors while I was there.
I also had to pay for them.
When I was in college I had to resort to that status quo of being at patient of the university health care system. Whenever you had anything wrong with you, you were presented with two options: STD and pregnancy testing or Prozac. Clearly the only things wrong with you were the clap or depression. Once I broke two of my toes and still had to convince the doctors that no, I swear for the fourth and final time that I've never had an abortion, now can we please address my broken toes?
I went to the clinic because I had to.
I couldn't afford anything else.
I remember once they prescribed me some antibiotics for a cheerful bout of bronchitis I had. When I went to the pharmacy to pick them up I found that the pills weren't covered by the clinic. I had to walk away without the pills, because I simply didn't have $130 to pay for the damn things. What average college student does?
When I first started working I had what I called Health Care Lite. I was allowed to see a doctor but only if I called the insurance company, spoke to a barking dog-like administrator and convinced her that yes, the bleeding out of my ears really wasn't a good thing, at which point I would get a clearance code to see a doctor from an approved list (and they were always too busy to see people) and I could only have certain prescriptions should they decide medication could stop the hemorrhaging from my aural canals.
I remember my ex-sister-in-law going to give birth at Parkland Hospital because, as she explained, it was a county hospital so they couldn't come after her when it was time to pay the bill. She couldn't afford health insurance and a healthy baby's birth came to a cool $1000, money they didn't have.
We lived in the land of hope and plenty, but not for healthcare for the poor.
I did at one point have really good health insurance. Towards the end of when I lived in the States I was making a fair amount of money (and working myself to an early nervous breakdown.) I worked for a very large company that potentially did care about its employees, and so I had a $10 copay (I had to see my general physician who would refer to me a specialist if I needed it, and it could be any specialist) and a max £1000 a year on meds, at which point they were free after that. My care was excellent. Among the treatments I had was my skin cancer doctor, who was professional, kind, and absolutely excellent.
For the privilege of being able to use this service I paid $400 a month from my paycheck (and again, this was 1999. Costs have surely gone up since then).
And that was just for me, I remember a colleague talking about how much it cost to pay for 4 members of a family, and the costs were frightening. I wondered how he could afford it. Looking at my situation now, of myself, my partner, two stepkids, and a set of twins on the way, I know I could never pay for healthcare there like I did when I was a single woman. When that company laid a lot of us off, I took off to Sweden while a lot of the families searched for jobs and looked at COBRA, which was prohibitively expensive.
Sweden was my first view of socialism. In Sweden, everyone who wants a job can have one and everyone who needs a place to stay can have one. It doesn't mean there isn't unemployment (as I know only too well) and it doesn't mean there aren't homeless, because there are. But there is a lot less of both unemployment and homelessness than many other places. Medical treatment in Sweden is free (unless it's something elective like plastic surgery) and prescriptions are very cheap, with a limit on how much you have to pay per year (it used to be 1300 SEK).
If you are sick in Sweden you go to the hospital. Very few people have a family physician, they're an unusual entity. The hospitals aren't beautiful-enormous concrete structures that are about as soulless as it gets. Most of the doctors aren't Swedish but come from Eastern Europe or Asia and sometimes following either their English or their Swedish is a struggle. I'll be honest-I found that the care is ok there, you will get seen if you are ill, but don't go looking for a cuddle if something is wrong with you. They're not into that. They don't love you and if you don't get better, that's too damn bad (Angus has said similar about his and his kids' experiences in Sweden). They're also not big on medication-if you're ill suck it up, medication is an enabler. If you're truly ill, take a paracetamol (Tylenol). If you're verge of death then-and only then-will you be seeing the business end of a prescription. In general, unless you're chronicaly ill, medication is not that common (I know this. I had a sigmoidoscopy administered without anesthetic. Really makes for an eye-opening experience, I tell you.)
Swedish health care will make the ill better but it won't be a pretty process. They are also seriously intolerant of heavy drinking. I remember once going to the hospital to get stitches in one of my fingers and seeing beds of bleeding passed-out drunks in the hallways. I asked about them and was told that they would be attended to when they sobered up, but not before. This was their punishment. I sure was glad I only had a sliced finger, not a sliced finger while I had been out on a bender.
Compassionate mercy, maybe, is something not included under that particular brand of health care.
When I moved to England I got an NHS number around the time I got a national insurance number (like a social security number). Here you sign up at your local GP's office and you see them when you have a problem. If they can't help you they send you on to a specialist, a process which (in our area) takes a few weeks. The hospitals themselves tend to be soulless, concrete buildings. You tend to have to wait a while before it's your turn.
But I've had great care here.
Doctor visits are free (except for fertility treatments, which do cost, as do, I imagine, plastic surgery and things like that). Prescriptions have a maximum cost of about £6. And while it's true that in some areas of the country they have really, really long waiting lists to see doctors (Angus' dad needed a hip transplant and was looking at a 6 month wait, so he paid for the surgery out-of-pocket to jump the queue), in our area if you're referred to a specialist I've found you'll be seeing one in about a month or two. If you're willing to pay for the service or have private insurance, you can move ahead in the queue. I do have private insurance through work, which costs me about £50 a month, and it covers both Angus and myself. I have used it approximately once, to see a hand specialist about the trigger finger I had. I jumped the queue by 30 days by doing so.
It's true we pay a fucking load of taxes, way more than I did in the States. In Sweden I think I paid around 40% in taxes. It's less than that here but it's still a hell of a lot of tax. But I personally think that the health care I get in return is worth it. If you're sick you see a doctor. Maybe it makes me a bit pink, but I don't think it should matter if you have money or not, everyone should have the right to health care. We can't all be judges, lawyers and stockbrokers, blue collar workers get ill, too. Just because I support social egalitariansim doesn't mean I'm out to rape the Constitution.
People say a lot of bad things about socialism. Socialism isn't the source of all evil that it's said to be, if you're in a socialist country it doesn't mean that Big Brother is looming over your shoulder. I understand that when the railways were under government control they were generally in better shape than the privatized nightmare they are today. Socialized health care is, I think, equated with shoddy doctors and crappy service. But in the three years I've lived here I've had nothing but good care. My doctors are kind and knowledgable. I get seen when I'm ill. I may have a wait for a specialist, but if I need one then I will be seeing one at some point.
Yes it's true that in our geographic area we have better health care than in other areas, and it's true that in some areas there aren't enough doctors and not enough clinics, but I think in some part that's due to doctors being lured off by bigger grander pay in other countries. It's also true that the NHS is apparently running out of money and looking at how to handle health care. There are debates it should be privatized (which I am against) and debates on how to pay for things. Angus' brother thinks that people should have to prove their financial earnings before they can have access to service, but I think his view on that is full of shit. Elitism makes me weep.
People who haven't lived here can trash the health care all they want, but unless they've lived here they simply don't know how it works, and supporting a socialist health care system doesn't make you Red. I get to see a doctor if I need one and it doesn't cost me anything. I get a prescription if I need one, and if it's a fancy antibiotic all I will pay is £6.
No one can tell me that the doctors here don't care and don't try, because I've yet to find one that has let me down. And when I had to go to the hospital bleeding all over the place and miscarrying last August, the doctors were kind and held my hands. They spoke in gentle voices and offered support. They had answers. They spent as long as they needed to talking to me and discussing options with me.
And that, in my opinion, is good health care.
-H.
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Very interesting post. Thank you for your insights. But it seems to me that the crux lies in this line:
It's also true that the NHS is apparently running out of money and looking at how to handle health care.
If that is the case, why would our country (the US) consider adopting a model that is not economically sustainable? I think that is a main concern of many Americans. As is the 'jumping the queue' thing, which makes money the determining factor in quality (speed) of health care, just in a different way than we have now.
But thank you for the time you took to write this. And for writing every day. I enjoy it.
Good luck with the babies!
Posted by: Amy at June 04, 2007 11:13 AM (I9LMv)
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Amy-Yeah, you got me there. I have no views on how funding the NHS should take place, other than looking at how they handle admin and promotions (which is apparently inefficient on both sides.) I've heard the U.S. is bandying about the idea of taking an NHS-like system, but I doubt that will ever happen.
For the jumping the queue part, well-private insurance is pretty rare, so it doesn't happen often. Just like most people can't afford an out-of-pocket hip replacement, so that's rare too. But I do take your point.
Posted by: Helen at June 04, 2007 11:25 AM (2nilo)
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I am sure you will hear this more than once today: the medical system is socialist in Canada too, and there are other options here that allow you to pay for some things or "jump the queue" (complaining nonstop is one of them). Our (Conservative) gov't has been investigating moving away from the purely socialist system to more private health care, ostensibly because of the costs involved. In an overall picture, the costs involved are bullshit. We also do pay high taxes, and without going into a full description of how money is handled at the federal and provincial levels in this country, the money isn't the problem. The money is there, it's just being re-routed.
That being said, everyone can see a physician when they need to, and anyone can go to the hospital any time for treatment. There are wait times. You don't pay out of pocket to see your family physician, but you might not be able to get one if you live in The Sticks because doctors don't want to go there. You don't pay for non-elective (plastic surgery and a few other things) visits. Sometimes drugs are expensive, but not if you have extended health care or if you're over 65.
It's not perfect. No system is perfect. Tommy Douglas (Keifer Sutherland's grandfather) is the "Father of Socialized Medicine" in this country, and he'd be ashamed of what it's degenerated to and what the current block of feds is doing with the system. One thing though, you will never be denied care. Most of the time the doctors are excellent, but again, no one is perfect.
Sorry about all this writing, but health care makes me rant.
Posted by: Hilary at June 04, 2007 11:35 AM (3yCot)
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It seems to me that the profit margin has to be removed. The problems arise when the stockholders are held in higher esteem than the patients
Posted by: ~Easy at June 04, 2007 12:04 PM (X+de8)
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10 years ago I was dead set against social healthcare, but now I'm not sure there's any way around it. Until this month, I was paying $1,200 A MONTH for medical coverage (not visits, just premiums) for a family of 4 (I have a history of skin cancer). I recently got a new policy and am now only paying $950/month, and we have a $25 payment anytime we go to the doctor. I'm paying more for medical premiums than for my house payment (on a 4 year old 2200 sq ft house on the outskirts of a sizable city); and that includes property taxes and homeowner's insurance.
I don't like the idea of nationalized healthcare just on principle, but I think the gov't may need to assist people based on their income. It seems like there needs to be some cost for regular visits or people will go to doctors for piddly reasons.
Posted by: Solomon at June 04, 2007 01:09 PM (x+GoF)
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Having the comparison case is really, really interesting.
My own experience with the US health care/insurance system is ... interesting. I was on grad student insurance when I had a 25w3d preemie. Our insurance was capped at $100k per "incident" - and anything related to her prematurity was considered the same incident. Her room & board for 89 days in the NICU & special care nursery was $289k - that doesn't include any doctors or radiology or anything else. Thankfully the combo of her "disability" (based on her birthweight) and our grad student poverty meant that we qualified for MedicAid, which we had absolutely no complaints with. (Well, except that they make it bloody impossible to STOP receiving MedicAid and SSI...)
Posted by: Sarah at June 04, 2007 01:31 PM (VMuXG)
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I can't even get started on health care-it is still too early in the morning. All I know is something here in the States
has to be done. I don't know if national health care is the answer or not, but I do know that in$urance bigwigs control things over here, and that ain't right.
This is a really interesting post, and I am glad you are happy with your healthcare. It does really make a world of difference.
Posted by: Teresa at June 04, 2007 02:27 PM (D8TLu)
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The US healthcare system is about ready to implode upon itself. But then again, healthcare in every country rides a slipery slope, don't you think? It takes money to get the best care and best technology available. It has to be funded somehow, right? It's my opinion that every human being has a right to healthcare regardless of their ability to pay (all those Public health and sociology classes taught me well)...and I'm sure that the doctors I work with would shutter to hear me say that. But then again, in the US healthcare system the charges for care and technology is abused; it's a bold statement but as a person who works in an ICU/CCU, I've wittnessed it first hand. This is what contributes to the high costs of healthcare here, and couple that with the high cost of malpractice they have no choice I guess then to pass it on to the consumer.
I work for a hospital and for a single person my monthly premiums are stupidly high, that doesn't include my co-payment before I see the doctor or the co-insureance bill I recieve after care has been administered. Don't even get me started on Rx costs. They got us all by the short hairs here.
Posted by: Heidi at June 04, 2007 04:20 PM (IlSaL)
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The US healthcare system is about ready to implode upon itself. But then again, healthcare in every country rides a slipery slope, don't you think? It takes money to get the best care and best technology available. It has to be funded somehow, right? It's my opinion that every human being has a right to healthcare regardless of their ability to pay (all those Public health and sociology classes taught me well)...and I'm sure that the doctors I work with would shutter to hear me say that. But then again, in the US healthcare system the charges for care and technology is abused; it's a bold statement but as a person who works in an ICU/CCU, I've wittnessed it first hand. This is what contributes to the high costs of healthcare here, and couple that with the high cost of malpractice they have no choice I guess then to pass it on to the consumer.
I work for a hospital and for a single person my monthly premiums are stupidly high, that doesn't include my co-payment before I see the doctor or the co-insureance bill I recieve after care has been administered. Don't even get me started on Rx costs. They got us all by the short hairs here.
Posted by: Heidi at June 04, 2007 04:21 PM (IlSaL)
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I had a sigmoidoscopy administered without anesthetic.
As did I. I wasn't given any other option. To be fair, I didn't have anyone to drive me home and I would have chosen the non-anesthetic option regardless. However, it was a decidedly unpleasant experience, one which left me feeling disgusting and dirty. Also, because they pumped so much air in to make the viewing easier, I kept farting the rest of the day. Lots and lots of little hissing fanny burps that didn't stop until sometime in the middle of the night.
Good times, good times.
Posted by: physics geek at June 04, 2007 05:25 PM (MT22W)
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Great post and great comments.
As physician in the US system I can honestly say I think our system is the best in the world. As a consumer and a reasonable human I can honestly say the US system needs to undergo some fundamental changes. My health insurance costs little over $2,000/month for a mediocre policy. And lucky to get an policy.
Is socialization a la the NHS the solution? Not sure as different societies place different values on various attributes. An example is coronary artery bypass surgery. Success rates are similar in both US and UK- on the surface. On data analysis one learns death rate in UK does not reflect the waiting list for procedures that would be done ungently if not emergently. Result is "sicker" patients done in US never make it to surgery. Another example is hip replacement surgery vs treatment for metastatic lung cancer. UK system will treat the lung cancer and place hip on extended waiting list. For same dollars to treat one lung cancer patient with no real meausuable benefit on life length could treat many many hip pateitns with replacment returig them to productive pain free ilves.
Bottom line to me seems to be allocation of resources. And who gets the dollars. Chances for meanigful reform are I fear slim thanx to the insurance lobby.
BTW my eldest grand daughter was born in a Irish NHS facilty in Dublin. The care daughter and grand daughter recieved was first class. And I monitored very critically.
Posted by: Foggy at June 04, 2007 07:08 PM (WlHuv)
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It's interesting to see it from your perspective. The government is increasingly keen to pay the private sector to provide healthcare because the NHS doesn't have the capacity. I struggle to see how they will gain capacity if they carry on that way so surely the private sector will get ever more involved. That happens to be good for me as I work for a leading private healthcare provider (not in any kind of clinical role). Is it good for our society though? I don't think it needs to be a bad thing as long as a line is drawn somewhere. One of the greatest things about living in this society is that no sick child need remain untreated just because his parents don't have the money. I believe every first world country should provide free care for children.
Posted by: mrDan at June 04, 2007 08:39 PM (+yD63)
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i wish more people from the states understood NHS. i have worked in both public and private health facilities in the US and see the need for a healthcare plan to fit the needs of all people. it is very sad to see the health of people at young ages who require emergency surgery because of the lack of access to regular treatment.
great post. i enjoy your blog!! and good luck with the babies!
Posted by: kate at June 04, 2007 09:20 PM (p3j4e)
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I think experience with the NHS varies from person to person and with what is wrong with you. I belong to a couple international sites that deal with a couple different health issues. I've seen some pretty awful treatment from NHS, but these are for issues that I would think that healthcare nearly anywhere would make it difficult. PCOS, Fibromyalgia, and weight loss surgery (yes it is a health issue, my duodenal switch saved my life) are the issues I see people have nightmares with. Otherwise, if you are doing pretty standard stuff, I think the NHS does a fantastic job. I just hope that they are able to continue to do so, because money can be an issue. Ontario's OHIP is becoming a gigantic mess and I'd hate to see the NHS go that way.
Posted by: Dani at June 04, 2007 11:15 PM (CD1jr)
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Just a note there Foggy - Ireland doesn't have NHS. We have a public health system run by the HSE (Health Service Executive).
No offence but please don't mistake Ireland and England as the same country.
Posted by: Elisa at June 05, 2007 10:17 AM (AlPvn)
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For Elisa. Sorry got the name wrong. Should have said the Irish Health System rather than NHS. My daugher was well pleased.
Posted by: Foggy at June 05, 2007 07:07 PM (WlHuv)
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I meant to tell you how much I appreciated this post the other day, but I got distracted.
I think the differences between the Swedish and English systems are interesting. I would guess (and that's all this is, a guess) that when Americans opposed to universal health care freak out about "socialized medicine," it's the seemingly impersonal Swedish system they're envisioning in their nightmares more than the UK one you've described in this post and others. That is, I know I jumped outta my chair at least 3 feet when you posted about that anesthesia-free sigmoidoscopy. GAH!
But it sounds like you are very well taken care of by the OB/GYN practitioners (and Dr. Hand Herpes, can't forget him) where you are now. Nothing alarming about that at all.
Posted by: ilyka at June 06, 2007 07:50 AM (EApP5)
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That's the one Foggy.
My sister went through the public health system when giving birth to both of her kids. She could have gone private, but then would have had only one consultant with a LOT of patients. Going public meant she had a team of midwives, plus a consultant who had a set number of other patients. The only thing she didn't like was the noise of the cleaners in the hospital at night.
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June 01, 2007
Friday Round Up
I went to my GP about my cough.
He told me that I had a viral infection, and recommended the following:
1) Paracetamol (Tylenol).
2) Vicks Vap-o-Rub (I may be the only grown up that loves that shit)
3) Holding my head over a bowl of steam.
Seriously.
Fucking steam.
I looked at him and wondered if he thought I was a choo-choo train.
He said antibiotics won't help as it's viral (I understand that part) and cough syrups are out because the only ones safe for someone in my state have codeine in them, and I'm allergic to codeine.
Steam. I do get that it will help break up the congestion in my head and throat, but seriously-Laura Ingalls Wilder called. She wants her life back.
While I'm at it, I'll make a few poultices up and drink some castor oil.
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I had to go pick up a prescription, which naturally wasn't ready. When you do IVF, for a period of time after the embryos are put into the female microwave oven in hopes of them actually staying put, you're put on a progesterone supplement. In the States, this is called PIO, or progesterone in oil, which is a shot of progesterone with a needle straight out of Pulp Fiction. Here, it comes in the form of suppositories which you bend over and insert twice a day.
The PIO crowd complain about the needles.
Lemme' tell you-stuffing waxy bullet-shaped drugs up your backside is no picnic, either. Especially because the damn things leak. And they mess up your insides. And for an IBS sufferer like me that has a real phobia about anything relating to the ass, they're even worse because you have to use your finger and push them way up there (the instructions recommend you wash your hands after inserting one of them. In case, you know, it never occurred to you that it might be a wee bit foul to not wash your hands after sticking them where the sun doesn't shine). You can put the suppositories in vaginally but they make one unholy mess and pretty much rule out anyone being interested in snacking at your snack bar unless you've been hosed down with a flame thrower.
If you get pregnant, you stay on the progesterone until week 12.
In the UK, if you're pregnant with twins, you stay on them until week 28 as they help prevent pre-term labor.
In other words, twice a day I have to confront one of my phobias.
And it will continue for another 10 weeks.
This, then, will be the "see what I had to go through" story for my children. It won't be about walking to school 5 miles uphills in the snow, nosiree. It'll be about having to push my finger up my ass twice a day for 28 weeks*.
Now that's love.
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It's June 1.
I've already bought quite a few Christmas presents for a holiday 6 months away.
Is that weird?
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Angus bakes the best brownies in the world, ever.
Really, he does. It shames me to admit that my brownies pale in comparison to his brownies.
I'm not big on desserts, and these days I'm off sweets at all really, but the other day I was desperate for one of his brownies, so he kindly agreed to make me some. On of the ingredients in his recipe is cherries, which he soaks in rum overnight first.
I walked in to the kitchen to see him sneaking one out of the bowl.
"I bought dried cherries," he says. "It's not fresh cherry season yet."
"I saw some the other week," I say getting a glass of water. "I really wanted to buy them but felt the price wasn't justified."
"I went looking for the American ones," he says. "American cherries are the best."
And my brain was so full of retorts to that statement that it self-destructed.
-H.
*Yes, it will be worth it.
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Oh come ON. That Cherry remark was DYING for a good comeback.
Mmmmmm Vicks. I like it too. I seem to collect it. I MUST have it on hand durng cold season, and so every year I keep buying more because I have, of course, lost the previous years' jars, right? When we moved last weekend I found 4 jars. I shit you not. 4. Two unopened. Want me to send it?
Posted by: caltechgirl at June 01, 2007 05:34 AM (qPLLC)
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I'm the other one who loves Vicks Vapo-Rub.
If you're congested in your HEAD, such as you can't draw any breath through your nostrils, try some cider vinegar or regular vinegar in the simmering or boiling water. Put your head over the steam and keep trying to breathe in through your nose. It will gradually completely clear. Then you have about 15 to 20 minutes to get to sleep before it all comes back! I have to get up in the middle of the night to do it again.
I can't take any of the decongestants because they counteract with my blood pressure meds. And the coricidin cold medicine, MADE for people like me, doesn't work all that well. But the vinegar - baby, great stuff!
Congrats on the lemonhead sprogs, can't wait for those cute pictures.
Posted by: Oda Mae at June 01, 2007 05:43 AM (wK887)
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That's so funny that the Dr told you to use steam. I use vapor rub for steaming my head quite a bit (I get congested ears from allergies which my GP can't really see or do anything with when I do go to her about it). So hurray for steam. And mmm know I want brownies!
Posted by: Juls at June 01, 2007 07:17 AM (3ouud)
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Look, I know you are joking and all that, but the castor oil? STAY AWAY! Its a (tried and tested) old wives tale that castor oil induces labour. And so at 13 days overdue and desperate, all other bizarre rituals not suceeding (including the hottest curry known to my local Indian, and some sex, it got me into the mess, I damn well hoped it would get me out of it!) I was tempted to try drinking castor oil until a good friend explained that all it actually does is induce desperate tummy cramps and expulsion, which can sometimes coax the uterus into cramping and possible labour. Well, no thank you very much. I might have finally had my baby at 16 days overdue (yes, 42 weeks and 2 days!) but at least I didn't try the castor oil!
Posted by: SuperSarah at June 01, 2007 07:41 AM (udcGR)
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Vicks is great for many things. Search for it and see if you can find the list of things is is good for - such as toenail fungus and paper cuts and for coughing, you rub it on the soles of your feet when you go to bed, and sleep in socks. Really!
Posted by: kenju at June 01, 2007 11:56 AM (DBvE5)
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I love vicks too, but I usually accompany a good chest and under the nose smear with a hot shower (gah...steam).
Also - the steam thing - if you put eucalyptus oil in the water, it helps.
I had the WORST cold of my life while I was pregnant, so I feel your pain. Well, not the PIO pain...
Posted by: Tracy at June 01, 2007 01:09 PM (zv3bS)
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If the progesterone supplements are called PIO in the states, does that mean they're called PIA over there? You know, for Pain In Ass
Posted by: geeky at June 01, 2007 01:18 PM (ziVl9)
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A cold while pregnant is the worst-but steam can be awesome, and add a little Vicks to it and it can be heaven. All that coughing will probably get the Lemonheads in shape and rearing to go-I think that is what happened with my son. I coughed my ass off from week 10 to about week 15 and that little shit hasn't slowed down yet, and he will be 6 this fall. Hope you are feeling better soon-and sticking your finger up your ass is never fun, and I am supposing it is much worse while pregnant.
American cherries
rock Angus, you got that right.
Posted by: Teresa at June 01, 2007 01:59 PM (6zk1N)
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I had plurosy with my first child's pregnancy... thought I was gonna die... ack. The things we do... and, yes, it IS worth it. Totally. Abso-fucking-lutely.
The cherry remark? Priceless. Can't believe you let that one slide...
I'm so happy for you all. Cold and everything. You are already such a good mom. Honest.
Posted by: sue at June 01, 2007 01:59 PM (WbfZD)
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I don't think I said that right - sounded like my first child was pregnant. I gotta learn me some English someday. sheesh.
Posted by: sue at June 01, 2007 02:00 PM (WbfZD)
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My grandmother always put a spoonful of Vicks into the bowl of steaming water and then we hung over it with a towel over our heads to catch the steam. Must have worked. I know it made us feel better to have someone pay all that attention to us and the smell of Vicks still makes me veery comfortable. It's better than mac and cheese. Hope you feel better soon.
Posted by: gemmma at June 01, 2007 02:24 PM (3NLvC)
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Okay, since no one has suggested this: look up Neti pot.
Seriously. It looks like it is a silly idea - but my congestion/allergies totally clear up after using this little pot. Just a simple saline solution does the trick. I couldn't believe it!
Okay, I've de-lurked enough...good luck!
C
Posted by: Christina at June 01, 2007 03:36 PM (axrWz)
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Ditto on the neti pot; Dan and I both started using it a few weeks ago and although it's the worst time of year here for allergies, I'm not using meds this year for the first time in decades.
Oh and perhaps you'll get a kick out of this:
A SHORT HISTORY OF MEDICINE:
"Doctor, I have an ear ache.
2000 B.C. - "Here, eat this root."
1000 B.C. - "That root is heathen, say this prayer."
1850 A.D. - "That prayer is superstition, drink this potion."
1940 A.D. - "That potion is snake oil, swallow this pill."
1985 A.D. - "That pill is ineffective, take this antibiotic."
2007 A.D. - "That antibiotic is artificial. Here, eat this root!"
Posted by: The other Amber at June 01, 2007 03:45 PM (zQE5D)
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You'll be surprised. Run a really hot shower in a small bathroom and the steam really will make you feel a lot better.
I hated the progesterone too. Luckily I am off of it now but it definitely is not enjoyable. And you are right, it definitely will be worth it!
Posted by: Jamie at June 01, 2007 04:23 PM (nPqGH)
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I love Vicks. Va-PO-Rub.
Reminds me of my mommy.
I even bought some of that vapor bath for babies. I like passing on that tradition.
Posted by: Margi at June 01, 2007 05:43 PM (jfU+M)
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Rum-soaked cherries in brownies? That's it, I'm on the next flight to the UK, I'm camping out at your place until you GIVE ME A FUCKING BROWNIE!!!
Please?
At least give me a towel to clean the drool off my keyboard. And Angus' comment about American cherries? Glad I just peed or I'd be doing laundry tonight.
Reading posts like this rock my Friday afternoon, especially after work. Keep'm coming!
(PS - I like Vicks Vapor Rub too - coming from someone with a chronically stuffed nose.)
Posted by: diamond dave at June 01, 2007 08:39 PM (dfr6d)
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I like your doctor, and I second the neti-pot.
Posted by: Hobo Stripper at June 04, 2007 03:57 AM (MaYM2)
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