Last Tuesday Brian and I headed into NYC to have some scans done and see the doctor. Well, we get all the way down there, have lunch and get ready to get scanned. We find out that they changed the appointments and never told us. They rescheduled them for tomorrow. I can't get out of work. Brian has a hard time as well. I called the doctor's office and yelled. They denied the appointment change, but I have written proof of the changes.
So, today they call to confirm the appointments. His scan was supposed to be at 3 and doctor's appointment at 4:30. So, reality states, scan at 4:30 and appointment near six. We were ready for this. But after talking to both Brian and I today and listening to me bitch about the fact that they didn't call me back for a week and continue to deny that they changed the appointments, they call Brian back and tell him that they can get him a scan at 10:30 and an appoitment with the doctor at noon. That's so much better.
Brian doesn't want to go by himself. I can't get out of work. So, his sister, Chris thought she might be able to go. But she's on jury duty tomorrow. Then there was his mother, but she's gone back to work and is working tomorrow. She can't get off. My father can't go. My mother can't. So, his brother in law is going.
I love Brian, but I'm a bit concerned about him going to the right places at the right times and with his French Canadian brother in law who is wonderful but basically useless in NYC... well, it's out of my hands. All I can do is keep my phone on at work and wait for the phone calls.
But after talking to Brian about the change in appointments, I said to him... you were mad at me about raising hell for the appointment change, but the squeky wheel gets the grease. It's worth complaining especially when they are at fault.
Let's just hope this is the start of a better year for this household.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
BRRR!!!
Brian and I woke up around 4 this morning and procedeed to have the following conversation (para phrased of course).
Me: Bri?
Brian: Yeah?
Me: Is it cold in here or is it me?
Brian: No, it's cold.
I reach over and place my hand on the radiator.
Me: There's no heat. Did you mess with the thermostat?
Brian: Nope. Did you?
Me: Nope. Can you go down and check the furnance?
Brian gets up and gets dressed, as it was really cold and he sleeps in his underwear.
He goes downstairs, spends a few minutes grumbling and cursing. I get up, cover up Em with a second blanket. I find a few more for our room and get back under the covers.
Brian: Do we have a long lighter in the house?
ME: Nope. How about a regular lighter and a wooden skwer?
Brian goes back down and after about a half an hour he comes back up.
Me: So?
Brian: It lights and goes right back out. I think the thermocoupple is bad.
Me: What time does Home Depot open?
Brian: Not 5. I turned the fireplace on. (We have an electric fireplace. More for looks than anything, but at this point anything is a help)
We go back to sleep under five or so blankets. After a while Emily comes into bed with us and snuggles between us.
Turns out Brian was right, buys the $10 part and is able to fix the furance. But there are two things that make this even funnier. Brian and I haven't slept under the same blanket in our bed in years. He's a big time blanket hog. He rolls and takes the blanket with him. He also tends to throw the covers off. So, we sleep with seperate blankets.
Now, Emily has half Clarke genes. Clarke's run hot. Very hot. Em and Bri are like mini heaters in their own right. So, having Em crawl into bed with me was wonderful. She cuddled up and kept me warm. But she sleeps like her father. It's quite hard to sleep when the other two people in the bed are flopping around like fish out of water.
But at least I can't see my breath in the house any more.
Me: Bri?
Brian: Yeah?
Me: Is it cold in here or is it me?
Brian: No, it's cold.
I reach over and place my hand on the radiator.
Me: There's no heat. Did you mess with the thermostat?
Brian: Nope. Did you?
Me: Nope. Can you go down and check the furnance?
Brian gets up and gets dressed, as it was really cold and he sleeps in his underwear.
He goes downstairs, spends a few minutes grumbling and cursing. I get up, cover up Em with a second blanket. I find a few more for our room and get back under the covers.
Brian: Do we have a long lighter in the house?
ME: Nope. How about a regular lighter and a wooden skwer?
Brian goes back down and after about a half an hour he comes back up.
Me: So?
Brian: It lights and goes right back out. I think the thermocoupple is bad.
Me: What time does Home Depot open?
Brian: Not 5. I turned the fireplace on. (We have an electric fireplace. More for looks than anything, but at this point anything is a help)
We go back to sleep under five or so blankets. After a while Emily comes into bed with us and snuggles between us.
Turns out Brian was right, buys the $10 part and is able to fix the furance. But there are two things that make this even funnier. Brian and I haven't slept under the same blanket in our bed in years. He's a big time blanket hog. He rolls and takes the blanket with him. He also tends to throw the covers off. So, we sleep with seperate blankets.
Now, Emily has half Clarke genes. Clarke's run hot. Very hot. Em and Bri are like mini heaters in their own right. So, having Em crawl into bed with me was wonderful. She cuddled up and kept me warm. But she sleeps like her father. It's quite hard to sleep when the other two people in the bed are flopping around like fish out of water.
But at least I can't see my breath in the house any more.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Historic Events and being a mom
I can vaguly recall the past presidental inogurations in my lifetime. I remember Regean, Bush, Clinton and Bush. But I can't remember ever sitting down and really watching them. Why is this one so different?
I don't remember ever discussing any of the elections in school as a child. Emily on the other hand is fully aware of who Barack Obama is. She knew that he was going to be the next president. No clue who Bush was, but BO? Yup.
Is this because the man is of a different race than the other 43 presidents? Is it because he's a bit more relatable as the father of a girl Em's age? Is it something the young staff at her school wanted to involve the children in? I don't know and I don't know that it matters.
Brian and I were in the city at the moment that the swearing in was happening. The radiologist's office set up a computer monitor and was streaming the feed live from DC. But it was the older woman from the Washington DC area in the waiting room that really struck me to heart.
I will paraphrase what she said.
She stated that she hoped that the President Obama will live up to what the American people expect from him. She said at best she hoped that he was a mediocre presdient. Yes it would be nice and wonderful for him to be a very successful but she didn't think it was going to happen.
She went on to state that all the talk around her circle of friends in DC is how wonderful it is to have an African American man in the White House. But how could one single man, no matter the color of his skin live up to the expections that so many Americans, of all races, creeds and beliefs, put upon him.
I thought about this for a while and I happen to agree. I wish President Obama all the luck in the world. He has a hard job ahead of him. Any harder than any other president? I'm not sure. Each president has so much to deal with, from war to bad economies to other issues, that I don't know if you can single one out as having a rougher time than another. Some might have had a bit of an easier time, but come on. This is one of the most powerful men in the world.
Good luck Mr. Obama and godspeed in your endevors.
I don't remember ever discussing any of the elections in school as a child. Emily on the other hand is fully aware of who Barack Obama is. She knew that he was going to be the next president. No clue who Bush was, but BO? Yup.
Is this because the man is of a different race than the other 43 presidents? Is it because he's a bit more relatable as the father of a girl Em's age? Is it something the young staff at her school wanted to involve the children in? I don't know and I don't know that it matters.
Brian and I were in the city at the moment that the swearing in was happening. The radiologist's office set up a computer monitor and was streaming the feed live from DC. But it was the older woman from the Washington DC area in the waiting room that really struck me to heart.
I will paraphrase what she said.
She stated that she hoped that the President Obama will live up to what the American people expect from him. She said at best she hoped that he was a mediocre presdient. Yes it would be nice and wonderful for him to be a very successful but she didn't think it was going to happen.
She went on to state that all the talk around her circle of friends in DC is how wonderful it is to have an African American man in the White House. But how could one single man, no matter the color of his skin live up to the expections that so many Americans, of all races, creeds and beliefs, put upon him.
I thought about this for a while and I happen to agree. I wish President Obama all the luck in the world. He has a hard job ahead of him. Any harder than any other president? I'm not sure. Each president has so much to deal with, from war to bad economies to other issues, that I don't know if you can single one out as having a rougher time than another. Some might have had a bit of an easier time, but come on. This is one of the most powerful men in the world.
Good luck Mr. Obama and godspeed in your endevors.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Mommy who?
I have talked to Em for exactly three seconds. She is way too excited to share her trip on the phone with Mommy and Daddy. I called last night and tried to talk to her. The only thing she said was I'm having fun and that was that. Now, I can't even get her on the phone. Guess Mickey rates higher than Mom! sniff sniff!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Damn it's quiet
Emily left for Florida this morning. We had to have her up and ready to go by 6 am! But she was so excited. Now Brian is at work and I have a Saturday off! So, after getting my hair done, (it was much needed) I am sitting around the house and it's awfully quiet. Of course there is nothing on television to watch. I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't feel like doing much.
I miss my Em already!
I miss my Em already!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
What to do... what to do
Brian and I celebrated our 10th Wedding anniversery on the 31st of December with very little fanfare. It happened to the be the day after we buried his father and it had just been a long week by Wednesday night.
My dream when we first got married was to do something big for our tenth. A cruise around the Hawiaian Islands. A week in Paris. A 3 Karat diamond. Something big. But we ended up spending all our spare money on the funeral flowers, suits, etc. It was fine. We had gone to dinner with Mom and Dad and Em and went to bed around 10 as I had to work the next morning.
So, my parents are taking Emily to Florida Saturday for just shy of a week. Brian has his follow up with oncologist on Tuesday. So, I have Saturday and Sunday off and I took Monday and Tuesday off so that we could do something together.
Well, we have my nephew's 4th birthday party on Sunday, so, our plans to get to do something are really limited.
We called all our friends and invited them over for dinner Saturday nite. None of them can make it.
Okay, so Brian has to work Saturday. I can find something to do during the day. We are then off until Sunday afternoon.
Put aside the usual stuff a husband and wife do alone. That's a given and well honestly, after it's done.... then what?
So, here's the list we have gone through:
Movies: Nothing out there I am willing to mortgage the house to see. That's what netflix is for.
Spa: I didn't marry Donald Trump. Too expensive
Skiing: Can't see the point on strapping 2 fiberglass boards to my feet, waxing them up to make them slippery and push myself down a steep mountain.
Casino: The rates for the hotels are out of this world. Plus how long can you sit in the middle of the wood and feed quarters into a slot machine. At least in Vegas there are other things to do.
Out to Dinner: And what to do after we eat?
We have even thought about going to one of those lover's resorts. But $400 for one night. Yeah right.
So, at the moment... Netflix and video games Saturday night. Sleep in Sunday!!!!!!!!!! Go to nephews party then home. Monday morning onto the city, get a room and hit the art! MoMa, the Met... we'll see. I am trying to get in touch with Bri's 3 cousin's who live in Manhattan and meet up for drinks or dinner or something. Broadway is dark on Mondays. Then sleep and maybe shop or something Tuesday morning before the doctor, then home.
I don't know. This keeps happening to us. We have no child, some money and no plans or anyone to share it with. All our friends have other plans. Oh well.
My dream when we first got married was to do something big for our tenth. A cruise around the Hawiaian Islands. A week in Paris. A 3 Karat diamond. Something big. But we ended up spending all our spare money on the funeral flowers, suits, etc. It was fine. We had gone to dinner with Mom and Dad and Em and went to bed around 10 as I had to work the next morning.
So, my parents are taking Emily to Florida Saturday for just shy of a week. Brian has his follow up with oncologist on Tuesday. So, I have Saturday and Sunday off and I took Monday and Tuesday off so that we could do something together.
Well, we have my nephew's 4th birthday party on Sunday, so, our plans to get to do something are really limited.
We called all our friends and invited them over for dinner Saturday nite. None of them can make it.
Okay, so Brian has to work Saturday. I can find something to do during the day. We are then off until Sunday afternoon.
Put aside the usual stuff a husband and wife do alone. That's a given and well honestly, after it's done.... then what?
So, here's the list we have gone through:
Movies: Nothing out there I am willing to mortgage the house to see. That's what netflix is for.
Spa: I didn't marry Donald Trump. Too expensive
Skiing: Can't see the point on strapping 2 fiberglass boards to my feet, waxing them up to make them slippery and push myself down a steep mountain.
Casino: The rates for the hotels are out of this world. Plus how long can you sit in the middle of the wood and feed quarters into a slot machine. At least in Vegas there are other things to do.
Out to Dinner: And what to do after we eat?
We have even thought about going to one of those lover's resorts. But $400 for one night. Yeah right.
So, at the moment... Netflix and video games Saturday night. Sleep in Sunday!!!!!!!!!! Go to nephews party then home. Monday morning onto the city, get a room and hit the art! MoMa, the Met... we'll see. I am trying to get in touch with Bri's 3 cousin's who live in Manhattan and meet up for drinks or dinner or something. Broadway is dark on Mondays. Then sleep and maybe shop or something Tuesday morning before the doctor, then home.
I don't know. This keeps happening to us. We have no child, some money and no plans or anyone to share it with. All our friends have other plans. Oh well.
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