"Whatever shall we do in that remote spot? Well, we'll write our memoirs. Work is the scythe of time." --Napoleon Bonaparte, on his way into exile.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

I'm being forced to move.

Not in my plans, but I can't blog photos here anymore, so I'm up and movin' :

...unless Fliboogglehoo changes its tune!


Friday, January 12, 2007


I've been trying to get a really cute picture of Benjamin posted here since last night, but the Flickr-Blogger-Google-Yahoo system has been down, so you'll just have to go here.

We don't call him the "Droolmeister" for nothing...


Friday, January 05, 2007

On A Dime

I Love a Rainy Night
Originally uploaded by CreativeExile.

Life has been throwing me some loops lately. My stomach issues are only a part of it.

Last night (this morning?) I woke up in excruciating pain again, despite the Prilosec ("I'm on Day 8," TYVM). NOTHING was helping -- not standing, certainly not lying down, not even on my knees with my head on the couch. Then I remembered a trick I learned --somehow, desperation, I guess-- pressing the top of my head, like an accupressure point. Whaddya know, instant relief. Well, that and 4 Tums and a big glass of water, that probably helped too.

All bloodwork has come back normal, so I have no idea what's going on. I was a bad girl yesterday, drank coffee and ate fistfuls of Jelly Bellies (my "car candy" -- I only keep a bag in the car). Bad, bad, bad, what was I thinking?! Coffee, sheesh.

Most theorists (i.e. E, Mom) feel it's stress (my doctor will probably diagnose me with IBS, as I've been diagnosed before, the label they give crackpots like me when they can't figure anything else out).

My father-in-law just began in-home hospice care, E's over there every other day or so (they don't want any other visitors, and I'm fine with that). My father is due to have surgery on his liver soon (they're waiting on a second biopsy report). He had pancreatic cancer 6 years ago; this same surgeon operated then, removed 1/3 of his pancreas and gave him 2 rounds of chemo and radiation; he was declared cancer-free just last fall. Oh, and did I mention I have an infant and a very unruly preschooler on my hands? And that Peach's voice from Finding Nemo is on a loop in my head: "She's a FISH KILLER!" Nope, no stress in my life, none at all.

My SIL and I swear we are going to take up yoga together. I HAVE to get back to the swimming pool, soon. As soon as I can coordinate an appointment for my infant in the gym's daycare center, which is more complicated than moving an Army, I swear. More stress? No thanks.

Anyway, there I was, driving through downtown Ann Arbor, when the holiday lights caught my eye yesterday. I did the unthinkable, I went down Main Street instead of turning onto Williams to bypass it and get to Huron, or Miller. Traffic was light and I even hit a red light, which allowed me to take this photograph. Peaceful. Relaxing. Deep breath.

Now I just took on a copyediting job that came to me out of the blue. Believe it or not, despite it being a rush job (I have to have it back to them by the 15th, and it's a 300-page non-fiction book), I'm loving the distraction. I may even skip my usual Friday night crop to get to the library for some quiet reflection of the manuscript.

E and I were just talking about my getting back to work -- in about 5 or 6 years. But it's good to keep my feet wet when it comes to the publishing world. God knows I could use the extra cash, too.

Creating Keepsakes University (CKU) is coming to Detroit and I'd love to attend; however, it's not so much the "tuition" as the time -- 3 full days -- away from home that's got me thinking hard about it. I'd love to go, but time truly is money when you're a full-time mom. And now a part-time copyeditor, too.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007


First seconds
Originally uploaded by CreativeExile.

I was trying to capture the clock at 11:59:59, but I'm glad I got it at 12:00:00 anyway.

I have always believed that whatever you are doing on New Year's Eve is indicative of what you'll be doing all year. Not that I thought of that while taking this photo...but taking lots of photos all year long sounds like a good year to me!

Unfortunately for Tess, 15 minutes into the new year, she (who stayed up until midnight at our friend's party with another youngster) bounced off a couch and cracked the back of her head on the coffee table. I had no idea head wounds bled that much...her turtleneck was completely soaked when we got home. There's still a stain on it, even after soaking it in bleach water for more than 24 hours.

She recovered nicely -- E couldn't even find a scar the next day -- but it freaked both of us out. Nothing like seeing your child crawl away with blood dripping off the back of her head. Thank goodness one of the guests was a nurse; she put us both at ease & told us what to watch out for, so we didn't feel we had to rush to the ER on New Year's night. We took turns waking her through the night to make sure she was okay.

Other non-sequitur (sp?) news...

The second goldfish bit it today. Found it stuck under the filter like the last one. Guppies, or give it up? I think a filter is just too much for such a little tank. Both goldfish got stuck under it and the last one, though bigger and stronger than the first, was perpetually caught in the water flow coming from it. I think it just wore him out.

Jack the betta, however, is doing great in his glass salad bowl. Tess and I put some gravel in it when we changed out the water together yesterday. We also stuck in the castle Tess picked out for him, and he's been hiding in it off and on. It looks pretty silly, since he just fits in it. Only his tail sticks out from the back. Apparently he needed a hiding place.

Luckily Tess was gone when Winter the goldfish died this morning. She left for up north with my folks's for a couple of days first thing today. Yup, just me and the Benjamin. Yee-haw.

Last night I got some cropping done up in Brighton. They had a sale on their Halloween and Thanksgiving papers & embellishments. Good thing I still haven't done those pages for 2006. Nice deal.

And finally, last Thursday I was throwing up; apparently it's just stress. My doctor did some blood work and I got the call today that everything came back normal, whatever that means. I usually lose sleep as well as my appetite when I'm stressed; maybe nursing hormones is whacking my body out in a different way. Throwing up worried me, because even at my most nauseous during pregnancy, I never threw up. I don't throw up easily. Lose sleep, yes, throw up, no.

Yes, the new year is off to such a lovely start.