As is the custom on Thanksgiving, it is time to give thanks. Here are the top 5 things for which I am most thankful:
1. My family.
2. My health (and that of my family).
3. A roof over our heads and an income to pay for it.
4. The opportunity to continue and finish my education.
5. A new president.
I'm certain that everyone else's list is identical for at least #1 and hopefully #2. Aside from family and health, what are you most thankful for?
I hope everyone has a very wonderful and Happy Thanksgiving!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Birth Day Reflection
I am currently doing two things:
1. Avoiding homework.
2. Reflecting on the birth of my oldest child.
Today is my son's 16th birthday. I know I've already discussed my melancholy over this day in a previous post. But something I have always found quite interesting is that birthdays always seem to trigger a reflection about the actual event of being born.
I don't know if it's the same in your family, but in mine when your birthday rolled around, you were always treated to a retelling of the story of your birth. Birth stories are family legend. It's a tradition on the level of turkey on Thanksgiving, Christmas trees, and fireworks on the 4th. Birthdays involve birthday cake, presents, and birth stories.
So, here I am, avoiding database design and construction (BORING), and thinking about my oldest child and how he came to be in our lives.
We had miscarried once before him, which had left us quite nervous. Other than having had a problem with preterm labor and a month on bedrest, the pregnancy went well. My water broke early in the morning, and although we lived an hour away from the hospital, there were still no contractions by the time we got there so they started me on pitocin (which, in my opinioin, is an extremely evil medication). Contractions began as suddenly and painfully as if I had been hit by a Mack truck.
Hard labor lasted for several hours (or rather an eternity) and then it was time to push. Keep in mind that throughout this entire experience I had no medication of any kind. No epidural, no other meds, nada. I was young and idealistic (perhaps stupid). When it came to pushing I had no idea what I was doing. Nobody teaches you the nuts and bolts of shoving a watermelon through a pinhole. It didn't help that this child was 9 pounds and had a big head.
After two and a half hours of pushing and no progress, he started having decelerations in his heart rate and the doctor was seriously concerned for his well-being so she pulled out the forceps. These are another of the most evil medical inventions ever. The doctor managed to grasp my son's head and as I pushed, she braced a foot on the bed and leaned back, pulling with all of her strength. I'm surprised that when he finally gave up and entered the world the doctor didn't land on her butt with the baby in her lap.
Thankfully we were none the worse for wear and proudly bore the scars of the ordeal: I with dozens of stitches, he with the only blackeye he's ever had (the doctor got the forceps on crooked in her desire to get him out quickly).
Now, 16 years later to the day, we will share the day again by celebrating our family, consuming birthday cake, taking pictures, opening presents, and reliving the story of how he came into the world and made us a family, rather than just a couple.
Happy Birthday Scooter!
1. Avoiding homework.
2. Reflecting on the birth of my oldest child.
Today is my son's 16th birthday. I know I've already discussed my melancholy over this day in a previous post. But something I have always found quite interesting is that birthdays always seem to trigger a reflection about the actual event of being born.
I don't know if it's the same in your family, but in mine when your birthday rolled around, you were always treated to a retelling of the story of your birth. Birth stories are family legend. It's a tradition on the level of turkey on Thanksgiving, Christmas trees, and fireworks on the 4th. Birthdays involve birthday cake, presents, and birth stories.
So, here I am, avoiding database design and construction (BORING), and thinking about my oldest child and how he came to be in our lives.
We had miscarried once before him, which had left us quite nervous. Other than having had a problem with preterm labor and a month on bedrest, the pregnancy went well. My water broke early in the morning, and although we lived an hour away from the hospital, there were still no contractions by the time we got there so they started me on pitocin (which, in my opinioin, is an extremely evil medication). Contractions began as suddenly and painfully as if I had been hit by a Mack truck.
Hard labor lasted for several hours (or rather an eternity) and then it was time to push. Keep in mind that throughout this entire experience I had no medication of any kind. No epidural, no other meds, nada. I was young and idealistic (perhaps stupid). When it came to pushing I had no idea what I was doing. Nobody teaches you the nuts and bolts of shoving a watermelon through a pinhole. It didn't help that this child was 9 pounds and had a big head.
After two and a half hours of pushing and no progress, he started having decelerations in his heart rate and the doctor was seriously concerned for his well-being so she pulled out the forceps. These are another of the most evil medical inventions ever. The doctor managed to grasp my son's head and as I pushed, she braced a foot on the bed and leaned back, pulling with all of her strength. I'm surprised that when he finally gave up and entered the world the doctor didn't land on her butt with the baby in her lap.
Thankfully we were none the worse for wear and proudly bore the scars of the ordeal: I with dozens of stitches, he with the only blackeye he's ever had (the doctor got the forceps on crooked in her desire to get him out quickly).
Now, 16 years later to the day, we will share the day again by celebrating our family, consuming birthday cake, taking pictures, opening presents, and reliving the story of how he came into the world and made us a family, rather than just a couple.
Happy Birthday Scooter!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Conference Relief
For those of you who read my first "Conference" installment, "Conference Jitters," you know that yesterday was my senior seminar conference where those of us who are graduating from the English department this year were required to give a presentation regarding the papers we've written as the capstone project of our degree.
All I can say is that I'm so incredibly happy that ordeal is over. However, as with most situations we dread it was, of course, not nearly as bad as I anticipated it would be. In fact, it ended up being pretty anti-climactic. Next week we will receive all of the comments from the instructors who were present, so that should be interesting. Thankfully, no matter what the rest of them thought, only the instructor of the course will be grading our efforts!
So, now all that's left is to finish writing the paper. I set out to write 3 chapters from a proposed novel. I have two and a half completed, so it shouldn't be very difficult to finish. Of course, then I have to begin the arduous process of completing the entire novel. I think I will make December my personal NaNoWriMo month since I just haven't had time to participate in it this month. We'll see what kind of progress I can make on the entire novel by Jan 1!
All I can say is that I'm so incredibly happy that ordeal is over. However, as with most situations we dread it was, of course, not nearly as bad as I anticipated it would be. In fact, it ended up being pretty anti-climactic. Next week we will receive all of the comments from the instructors who were present, so that should be interesting. Thankfully, no matter what the rest of them thought, only the instructor of the course will be grading our efforts!
So, now all that's left is to finish writing the paper. I set out to write 3 chapters from a proposed novel. I have two and a half completed, so it shouldn't be very difficult to finish. Of course, then I have to begin the arduous process of completing the entire novel. I think I will make December my personal NaNoWriMo month since I just haven't had time to participate in it this month. We'll see what kind of progress I can make on the entire novel by Jan 1!
Friday, November 21, 2008
Language Laziness
Over at Written Expressions today's blog is a rant on the misuse of "I," "me," "us," "we," and "them." (Me and him are best friends, etc). I agree that this is a seriously irritating epidemic. It makes me cringe every time I hear it.
However, my personal language laziness rant has to do with the misuse of "less" and "fewer."
For instance:
Diet soda has less calories than regular.
10 items or less.
Apparently advertisering copywriters everywhere have less intelligence or education than they need to do their jobs!
(p.s., the misuse of "your" versus "you're" gets me irritated too....)
So, what's your language laziness pet peeve?
However, my personal language laziness rant has to do with the misuse of "less" and "fewer."
For instance:
Diet soda has less calories than regular.
10 items or less.
Apparently advertisering copywriters everywhere have less intelligence or education than they need to do their jobs!
(p.s., the misuse of "your" versus "you're" gets me irritated too....)
So, what's your language laziness pet peeve?
Thursday, November 20, 2008
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