Why is it that at 36 years old, I still cannot swallow pills well?
I have to drink milk in order to take pills. Nothing else works. Then no one can be in the room while I attempt my feat of pill swallowing. Especially Matt - he cannot watch me. I just cannot swallow with him staring at me [insert dirty joke here]. It's weird.
Even when alone finally, I sit there with the pill on the back of my tongue for what seems like forever, bobbing my head up and down trying to get my throat to accept this foreign object (more dirty jokes popping up in my head, but I'm not talking about that).
Once I finally swallow [hee - I can't get past that word!), half the time, the stupid thing turns completely sideways, wherein I can feel it slowly slide down my food tube inch by painful inch, until it becomes lodged somewhere between my throat and my stomach, forcing me to drink a gallon of milk to get it completely down. What's the deal with that?
The other half of the time, I swallow it completely wrong, it doesn't make it past the back of my throat, and I end up gagging and sort of puking it back up, and all the outer coating has rubbed off and it's all gross and stuff.
The culprit pill of the moment is my prescription prenatal vitamins, which I still take for breastfeeding purposes. I take one every day, and every day, it's a battle. They are not small, but they are not the biggest pills I've ever taken, and at least they are coated with that slimy stuff that makes them a tad easier to swallow (cuz you know, slimy=more swallowable).
I once tried to take these calcium pills clearly made for horses, and with no good coating. Forget about it. After 2 or 3 days of trying to force those suckers down, I gave up, and upped my milk consumptin instead.
So, how old am I again? Am I going to have to crush my pills or take all liquid medicine? Do we need to wrap my pills up in a treat like we do for the dog? Geesh.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
A Mother Ponders...
1) I wonder what age Jude will be before I stop checking in the middle of the night to see if he's still breathing? 1 year, 2 years, 5, 10, 21?
Which reminds me of a book my mother in law bought for my husband well before we had children. It's about a mother loving her son forever, which is fine, but the mother is still sneaking in his room when he is a grown man and picking him up in her arms and cuddling with him and stuff. That sorta freaked me out. I was like, um, okay lady, he's MINE now.
(and yes, I get the point of the book - that it's metaphorical and that the love of your child goes on forever. I especially get it now that I have a child. I'm just trying to be funny. Besides, it's good ammo for arguments: "well, your mom wants to climb through the window so she can cradle you like a baby! She needs to learn to LET GO! Freaks!" :)
2) The duality of motherhood: I want my baby to grow! I can't wait for each milestone to occur. I can't wait to see what he's going to be like when he's older. I can't wait until he can talk to me and fully express himself.
At the same time....
Stop growing so fast, Jude!
Which reminds me of a book my mother in law bought for my husband well before we had children. It's about a mother loving her son forever, which is fine, but the mother is still sneaking in his room when he is a grown man and picking him up in her arms and cuddling with him and stuff. That sorta freaked me out. I was like, um, okay lady, he's MINE now.
(and yes, I get the point of the book - that it's metaphorical and that the love of your child goes on forever. I especially get it now that I have a child. I'm just trying to be funny. Besides, it's good ammo for arguments: "well, your mom wants to climb through the window so she can cradle you like a baby! She needs to learn to LET GO! Freaks!" :)
2) The duality of motherhood: I want my baby to grow! I can't wait for each milestone to occur. I can't wait to see what he's going to be like when he's older. I can't wait until he can talk to me and fully express himself.
At the same time....
Stop growing so fast, Jude!
Friday, February 09, 2007
Welcome to the Club!
FIRST:
I am so out of touch with the online world. I feel like I never know what is going on anymore. For instance, when I do get a chance to read a beloved Blend's blog, and then I actually get a chance to post to it, after I write my most eloquent and wonderful response, I get a huge lecture from blogland - something about the change to beta and a gmail account. Now, I have several gmail accounts and I'm glad to use one of them if needed, but I don't get a chance to use it before my entire message is erased. Then when I sign into my own blog, I get another lecture about beta and the change to gmail. What-eva.
SECOND:
This has been the absolute week from hell. I'm going to cuss now, because it's been a fucking bad week. It's all about my job, too. I used to really like my job. Heck, I almost loved it. Now my love has quickly turned to hate. But you know what? I don't really feel like being negative right now, so I'm going to jump to the third topic:
DA CLUB
This whole motherhood thing blows my mind. It is the most awesome and breathtaking experience I could have ever imagined. I am beside myself with happiness, and still can't believe this has happened to me, and that I'm a Mommy!
One thing that fascinates me is that I feel like I am now a member of some exclusive club.
In some ways, I've always been somewhat of a recluse. I never really fit in to most groups, I actually have not been in any clubs, heh. But this is some kind of automatic membership.
So many people reach out to me now, it's amazing. Before, I was just sort of ignored. But now, the people who know I am a new mother will stop me and ask me how Jude is doing, and I am more than glad to share, to the point where their eyes glaze over and I know I better shut up before I lose them completely. It's like asking the elderly how they are feeling, ha ha.
Take my father-in-law's side of the family: I don't know them that well b/c my husband's parents are divorced, and we don't get a chance to see his dad's side that often. He has a HUGE family, by the way. Not even Matt remembers the names of all his cousin's kids. So when we go, not everyone knows me. I get those weird looks from the little kids. You know how little kids glare at you when they don't know you at family gatherings. The adults were nice enough, but no one really talked to me much.
Last time with Jude though, I think everyone talked to me, especially the wives/other moms. And I mean they were super friendly, really sincerely interested, and we had a lot to talk about. Well, mostly all about children, but still, once you get started on that topic, you can go on about it for a long time, I find. The little kids, too, are way more interested in "Jude's Mommy" than they were in that strange lady who shows up every now and again.
On a side but related note, one of the kids asked me who I was, and given the attention span of kids, I couldn't explain the family tree fast enough before he ran away and to play with a truck or something. I started by saying, "well, you know who Tom is, right"? Tom is my father in law, and I was going to explain that I was Tom's son's wife. But the kid didn't know who Tom was, so that thwarted my plan. So I was going through my head trying to figure who he knew and how I was related, before he got bored and ran off. Heh - I think all I had to say was "Karla", ya think?
Back to the topic:
When I take Jude out in public, I get tons and tons of people talking to me, or to him, and mostly in a positive light. Even if they don't talk, I get knowing looks, or understanding looks, or friendly nods.
Another aside: lots of people comment, "Good job!". I find that odd. I mean, thanks and all, but what does it mean? That he is cute & I somehow manipulated our genes to make him that way? Or do they mean he is well behaved? When they say good job, I feel like I scultped him out of clay or something. I don't feel I did a good job unless getting pregnant and giving birth in and of itself is a good job. I'll take the compliment for sure, it just never crossed my mind to say that to anyone.
ANYWAY...
I never realized how much I was ignored before. Further, I never realized how much I didn't like being ignored (I thought I liked it) or how much I like being involved with my community now. I feel like I have common ground with my fellow humans finally
At the same time, I wonder why that is. I mean, just because I didn't have children before, I still mattered. I was still a human being. I'm working hard to see the good in people and not be so negative, so I'm thinking it wasn't just the people who ignored me. Maybe I was closed off. Maybe I didn't look at people or reach out to people. But now that I have Jude, I do sorta look at people to see if they notice him. Maybe *I* am the one giving those knowing glances first.
In any case, I love being a member of the Mommy Club. I love talking to people about baby poop and spit-up, something I never thought I'd do, and I always rolled my eyes when I heard moms talking about it. I love it when people ask me how I do this or I do that or ask me for advice, because I am such a damn good mom and have a genius baby, ha ha. I like being social and having friends - should be a given, right? But I always denied that I wanted that in the past, that I needed to be social. I like being a "normal" person. Well, more or less normal.
But most of all, like the Grinch, my heart has grown 3 times it's size. I never knew I was capable of such love. I never knew such love existed. People tried to tell me I didn't know anything because I didn't have children. They were right. I knew nothing of this kind of love. Being a mom is by far the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. For once, I am going to appreciate and enjoy this happiness instead of worrying about whether or not I deserve it, or worrying about the happiness going away and so closing myself off, etc. (did I ever mention I used to have some serious ISSUES??). I'm just going to be happy, in spite of myself. I think I deserve it!
Now...if I could only fix that job of mine. Given some recent revelations in my life, it's pretty ironic that I've had such a bad week. I am truly being tested. And I'll save that for another post.
I am so out of touch with the online world. I feel like I never know what is going on anymore. For instance, when I do get a chance to read a beloved Blend's blog, and then I actually get a chance to post to it, after I write my most eloquent and wonderful response, I get a huge lecture from blogland - something about the change to beta and a gmail account. Now, I have several gmail accounts and I'm glad to use one of them if needed, but I don't get a chance to use it before my entire message is erased. Then when I sign into my own blog, I get another lecture about beta and the change to gmail. What-eva.
SECOND:
This has been the absolute week from hell. I'm going to cuss now, because it's been a fucking bad week. It's all about my job, too. I used to really like my job. Heck, I almost loved it. Now my love has quickly turned to hate. But you know what? I don't really feel like being negative right now, so I'm going to jump to the third topic:
DA CLUB
This whole motherhood thing blows my mind. It is the most awesome and breathtaking experience I could have ever imagined. I am beside myself with happiness, and still can't believe this has happened to me, and that I'm a Mommy!
One thing that fascinates me is that I feel like I am now a member of some exclusive club.
In some ways, I've always been somewhat of a recluse. I never really fit in to most groups, I actually have not been in any clubs, heh. But this is some kind of automatic membership.
So many people reach out to me now, it's amazing. Before, I was just sort of ignored. But now, the people who know I am a new mother will stop me and ask me how Jude is doing, and I am more than glad to share, to the point where their eyes glaze over and I know I better shut up before I lose them completely. It's like asking the elderly how they are feeling, ha ha.
Take my father-in-law's side of the family: I don't know them that well b/c my husband's parents are divorced, and we don't get a chance to see his dad's side that often. He has a HUGE family, by the way. Not even Matt remembers the names of all his cousin's kids. So when we go, not everyone knows me. I get those weird looks from the little kids. You know how little kids glare at you when they don't know you at family gatherings. The adults were nice enough, but no one really talked to me much.
Last time with Jude though, I think everyone talked to me, especially the wives/other moms. And I mean they were super friendly, really sincerely interested, and we had a lot to talk about. Well, mostly all about children, but still, once you get started on that topic, you can go on about it for a long time, I find. The little kids, too, are way more interested in "Jude's Mommy" than they were in that strange lady who shows up every now and again.
On a side but related note, one of the kids asked me who I was, and given the attention span of kids, I couldn't explain the family tree fast enough before he ran away and to play with a truck or something. I started by saying, "well, you know who Tom is, right"? Tom is my father in law, and I was going to explain that I was Tom's son's wife. But the kid didn't know who Tom was, so that thwarted my plan. So I was going through my head trying to figure who he knew and how I was related, before he got bored and ran off. Heh - I think all I had to say was "Karla", ya think?
Back to the topic:
When I take Jude out in public, I get tons and tons of people talking to me, or to him, and mostly in a positive light. Even if they don't talk, I get knowing looks, or understanding looks, or friendly nods.
Another aside: lots of people comment, "Good job!". I find that odd. I mean, thanks and all, but what does it mean? That he is cute & I somehow manipulated our genes to make him that way? Or do they mean he is well behaved? When they say good job, I feel like I scultped him out of clay or something. I don't feel I did a good job unless getting pregnant and giving birth in and of itself is a good job. I'll take the compliment for sure, it just never crossed my mind to say that to anyone.
ANYWAY...
I never realized how much I was ignored before. Further, I never realized how much I didn't like being ignored (I thought I liked it) or how much I like being involved with my community now. I feel like I have common ground with my fellow humans finally
At the same time, I wonder why that is. I mean, just because I didn't have children before, I still mattered. I was still a human being. I'm working hard to see the good in people and not be so negative, so I'm thinking it wasn't just the people who ignored me. Maybe I was closed off. Maybe I didn't look at people or reach out to people. But now that I have Jude, I do sorta look at people to see if they notice him. Maybe *I* am the one giving those knowing glances first.
In any case, I love being a member of the Mommy Club. I love talking to people about baby poop and spit-up, something I never thought I'd do, and I always rolled my eyes when I heard moms talking about it. I love it when people ask me how I do this or I do that or ask me for advice, because I am such a damn good mom and have a genius baby, ha ha. I like being social and having friends - should be a given, right? But I always denied that I wanted that in the past, that I needed to be social. I like being a "normal" person. Well, more or less normal.
But most of all, like the Grinch, my heart has grown 3 times it's size. I never knew I was capable of such love. I never knew such love existed. People tried to tell me I didn't know anything because I didn't have children. They were right. I knew nothing of this kind of love. Being a mom is by far the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. For once, I am going to appreciate and enjoy this happiness instead of worrying about whether or not I deserve it, or worrying about the happiness going away and so closing myself off, etc. (did I ever mention I used to have some serious ISSUES??). I'm just going to be happy, in spite of myself. I think I deserve it!
Now...if I could only fix that job of mine. Given some recent revelations in my life, it's pretty ironic that I've had such a bad week. I am truly being tested. And I'll save that for another post.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Santa Claus Freaks Me Out
A post holiday note: Santa Claus freaks me out.
Actually, I need to rephrase this: The people who play Santa Claus freak me out.
I mean, c'mon...I am very joyous around the holidays. I love Yuletide cheer, the Three Spirits of Christmas, Frosty, Rudolph, and Santy Claus.
Being childless for years, I haven't paid much attention to all of this kid stuff for a while, but this year after having a baby, I did pay attention.
I have something over on the kids (SPOILER TO FOLLOW: ALL CHILDREN YOUNG AND OLD, PLEASE STOP READING THIS AND GO TO BED):
I know that these are just men dressed up like Santa Claus. I'm not saying there isn't a Santa Claus, but these men are not it.
And they freak me out b/c I can see the man behind the mask, or the beard, as it were. I just see this guy who wants to put my little boy on his lap. What if he's a sex offender? Isn't this a sex offender's dream job?
Now, if it's one of those old guys with a real beard who is actually fat and really looks like Santa Claus, then that's cool, especially if he speaks Dutch and the USPS sends all the Dear Santa Claus letters to him.
But when I hand my little boy to Santa Claus, and Santa proceeds to stare down my tits and then maybe even flirt with me b/c obviously my 4 mo. old can't say what he wants yet, then my shit do be freaked. From Santa, I don't want any flirty conversation or any indication of your sexuality. I want HO HO HO and good cheer and jolliness and maybe even some real elves running about. I'd even take Will Ferrell's version of an Elf. At least have Mrs. Claus around to keep Santa in check. Don't we all need to keep our husbands in check from time to time? Santa is no different. I don't want to be reminded that Santa has a penis. EWWW. I want him to be more like a Ken doll - penis-less.
On a side note, I'm starting to watch children's shows now, and I much prefer cartoons, computer animation, or at least kids playing characters. Adults acting like children or imaginary child-like characters don't do it for me. Like the Doodlebops - they also freak my shit out...And all those grown men who sing funny songs in between shows on Nickelodeon. Go away, you freakity freak freak. I don't want to clap my hands or stomp my feet while you play your guitar, dreaming of rock n roll stardom - a day come and gone for you. Begone, and bring me a cartoon. :)
Actually, I need to rephrase this: The people who play Santa Claus freak me out.
I mean, c'mon...I am very joyous around the holidays. I love Yuletide cheer, the Three Spirits of Christmas, Frosty, Rudolph, and Santy Claus.
Being childless for years, I haven't paid much attention to all of this kid stuff for a while, but this year after having a baby, I did pay attention.
I have something over on the kids (SPOILER TO FOLLOW: ALL CHILDREN YOUNG AND OLD, PLEASE STOP READING THIS AND GO TO BED):
I know that these are just men dressed up like Santa Claus. I'm not saying there isn't a Santa Claus, but these men are not it.
And they freak me out b/c I can see the man behind the mask, or the beard, as it were. I just see this guy who wants to put my little boy on his lap. What if he's a sex offender? Isn't this a sex offender's dream job?
Now, if it's one of those old guys with a real beard who is actually fat and really looks like Santa Claus, then that's cool, especially if he speaks Dutch and the USPS sends all the Dear Santa Claus letters to him.
But when I hand my little boy to Santa Claus, and Santa proceeds to stare down my tits and then maybe even flirt with me b/c obviously my 4 mo. old can't say what he wants yet, then my shit do be freaked. From Santa, I don't want any flirty conversation or any indication of your sexuality. I want HO HO HO and good cheer and jolliness and maybe even some real elves running about. I'd even take Will Ferrell's version of an Elf. At least have Mrs. Claus around to keep Santa in check. Don't we all need to keep our husbands in check from time to time? Santa is no different. I don't want to be reminded that Santa has a penis. EWWW. I want him to be more like a Ken doll - penis-less.
On a side note, I'm starting to watch children's shows now, and I much prefer cartoons, computer animation, or at least kids playing characters. Adults acting like children or imaginary child-like characters don't do it for me. Like the Doodlebops - they also freak my shit out...And all those grown men who sing funny songs in between shows on Nickelodeon. Go away, you freakity freak freak. I don't want to clap my hands or stomp my feet while you play your guitar, dreaming of rock n roll stardom - a day come and gone for you. Begone, and bring me a cartoon. :)
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful, ha ha!
The subtitle of this post is: BFL rocks.
Actually, I'm not even sure if it's BFL, so much as the general common sense of eating right and working out regularly.
I just had a baby in August, and (here's where you call me an "SB", you know who you are, but I'm lovin' it), I've lost all my pregnancy weight. All of it. Every last pound. Here's how much I've worked out since having the baby: zero. Oh, I've walked here and there, I take the stairs at work, but that's about it. But I'm a size 4 again.
I am almost certain that my miraculous weight loss has everything to do with doing 2 back to back BFL 12 week sessions right before I got pregnant. A) I think my body was able to handle the extra body weight from being pregnant, or rather, it was able to more easily get rid of it afterwards, and B) I picked up healthy eating habits from doing BFL; even though I'm not doing BFL right now, I still eat 6 times a day, and did throughout my pregnancy, still try to find whole wheat foods, non processed foods, etc, eat fruits and veggies and lots of water. Just not as strict as I would be when doing BFL.
The other thing that may have helped with weight loss might be b/c I'm still breastfeeding. BFing burns more calories.
Before it sounds like I'm a cocky bitch, let me put myself down before it's too late: The weight is down, I do look pretty good with clothes on, but I've got a long way to go before bikini time. My body fat to muscle ratio is all off. As in, I'm all fat and no muscle. It's not looking pretty. My belly has changed shaped and kinda just hangs there off my body. I'm not upset about it - I mean, it's the price you pay and I was so willing to pay it (I love my little boy!!!). I'm just saying that all is not perfect.
The first day of spring, I am going to start BFL again full force. I'm waiting that long b/c it feels good to procrastinate, and you know the time will go fast. Plus, I've always had a hard time working out in winter, with all the darkness and all the coldness. I never want to put on workout clothes b/c I'm so freaking cold all the time. And when it's dark, I sleep. So with the first day of spring, I'll have plenty of time to get in shape before bikini weather.
I'm scared to commit to it though. The biggest obstacle will be my son, God bless him. It's not his fault at all. I just don't know how I'll manage to work out, and take care of him at the same time.
1) He's pretty high maintenance. Putting him in the closet and ignoring him doesn't work.
2) I work full time, so the time I am home, I feel guilty if every last waking second isn't with him. When he falls asleep for the night, I'm too tired to work out.
3) My husband and I work different shifts, which means I'm all by myself most of the time, being a parent by myself. I never would have understood this statement before I had kids. Let me tell you, I have a whole new respect for parents, especially stay at home moms. It's really work. You weren't kidding. More rewarding work, but sitll work.
I know people who have serious workout programs going on who have much bigger obstacles than I do. I know it can be done. It's kind of strange getting used to be held accountable to someone, or rather, being responsible for someone else's well being. It used to be me, me, me, and I could work out whenever I wanted. Now, I've really got to plan things.
I don't think many people read this anymore, so I don't think too many people are going to mind all my bragging. I'm trying to get back into the blog world. I'm having trouble finding some people's blogs, and when I do and try to post, I can't for some reason.
Myblends: I'm going to try to get involved there, too. I don't know a lot of people on there now, and I have a bad habit of sticking to what I know, ha ha. I scared. :(
Tracker: I don't think I know ANYONE there anymore.
It'll all fall into place once I start BFL again, I think.
It's going to be fun being a "fit mom". I've always admired the fit moms, and always wanted to be one.
Funny, everyone thought I'd get fat (couldn't wait for it, in fact), and EVERYONE told me I'd go up a couple of sizes permanently (not talking about my online friends). Let me be the first to say:
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...what were you saying?
I'm going straight to hell, I know. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't usually give myself credit, so it's all good.
:)
Actually, I'm not even sure if it's BFL, so much as the general common sense of eating right and working out regularly.
I just had a baby in August, and (here's where you call me an "SB", you know who you are, but I'm lovin' it), I've lost all my pregnancy weight. All of it. Every last pound. Here's how much I've worked out since having the baby: zero. Oh, I've walked here and there, I take the stairs at work, but that's about it. But I'm a size 4 again.
I am almost certain that my miraculous weight loss has everything to do with doing 2 back to back BFL 12 week sessions right before I got pregnant. A) I think my body was able to handle the extra body weight from being pregnant, or rather, it was able to more easily get rid of it afterwards, and B) I picked up healthy eating habits from doing BFL; even though I'm not doing BFL right now, I still eat 6 times a day, and did throughout my pregnancy, still try to find whole wheat foods, non processed foods, etc, eat fruits and veggies and lots of water. Just not as strict as I would be when doing BFL.
The other thing that may have helped with weight loss might be b/c I'm still breastfeeding. BFing burns more calories.
Before it sounds like I'm a cocky bitch, let me put myself down before it's too late: The weight is down, I do look pretty good with clothes on, but I've got a long way to go before bikini time. My body fat to muscle ratio is all off. As in, I'm all fat and no muscle. It's not looking pretty. My belly has changed shaped and kinda just hangs there off my body. I'm not upset about it - I mean, it's the price you pay and I was so willing to pay it (I love my little boy!!!). I'm just saying that all is not perfect.
The first day of spring, I am going to start BFL again full force. I'm waiting that long b/c it feels good to procrastinate, and you know the time will go fast. Plus, I've always had a hard time working out in winter, with all the darkness and all the coldness. I never want to put on workout clothes b/c I'm so freaking cold all the time. And when it's dark, I sleep. So with the first day of spring, I'll have plenty of time to get in shape before bikini weather.
I'm scared to commit to it though. The biggest obstacle will be my son, God bless him. It's not his fault at all. I just don't know how I'll manage to work out, and take care of him at the same time.
1) He's pretty high maintenance. Putting him in the closet and ignoring him doesn't work.
2) I work full time, so the time I am home, I feel guilty if every last waking second isn't with him. When he falls asleep for the night, I'm too tired to work out.
3) My husband and I work different shifts, which means I'm all by myself most of the time, being a parent by myself. I never would have understood this statement before I had kids. Let me tell you, I have a whole new respect for parents, especially stay at home moms. It's really work. You weren't kidding. More rewarding work, but sitll work.
I know people who have serious workout programs going on who have much bigger obstacles than I do. I know it can be done. It's kind of strange getting used to be held accountable to someone, or rather, being responsible for someone else's well being. It used to be me, me, me, and I could work out whenever I wanted. Now, I've really got to plan things.
I don't think many people read this anymore, so I don't think too many people are going to mind all my bragging. I'm trying to get back into the blog world. I'm having trouble finding some people's blogs, and when I do and try to post, I can't for some reason.
Myblends: I'm going to try to get involved there, too. I don't know a lot of people on there now, and I have a bad habit of sticking to what I know, ha ha. I scared. :(
Tracker: I don't think I know ANYONE there anymore.
It'll all fall into place once I start BFL again, I think.
It's going to be fun being a "fit mom". I've always admired the fit moms, and always wanted to be one.
Funny, everyone thought I'd get fat (couldn't wait for it, in fact), and EVERYONE told me I'd go up a couple of sizes permanently (not talking about my online friends). Let me be the first to say:
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...what were you saying?
I'm going straight to hell, I know. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't usually give myself credit, so it's all good.
:)
Friday, December 15, 2006
Christmas is Coming!
I can't believe it's already December 15! I have been so busy. Thank goodness for internet shopping.
I barely have time to get on the computer, except for at work, where I'm actually working ****(LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). ****
Can't wait for Christmas this year though. I think it'll be fun. :)
Merry Christmas!!
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
IFHIWPUFLIPOW
The letters in the title do stand for something. Only my mind holds the key. I'm sure I will forget what it stands for by tomorrow. Or in a couple of minutes.
I am a snob when it comes to these things in e-mail/chat, etc. I have singled out LOL and any variation of ROTF as incredibly annoying shortcuts. I don't think it's so much because they are shortcuts, but more because of what they stand for.
Laughing Out Loud. Okay, fair enough. And never mind it took me a whole year back in 1998 to figure out what the fuck LOL meant. (I could have asked, but I considered it a challenge to figure it out on my own. I actually thought it was Lots of Laughs for some time).
The problem is, it's overused. Really, how often do people Laugh Out Loud? Not all humor is Laugh Out Loud funny. LOTIBNOL should be used more, probably (Laughing On The Inside But Not Out Loud).
Plus, people are just abusing the hell out of it, LOL. I hate getting up in the mornings, LOL. I started a new workout today, LOL. I had some toast for breakfast, LOL. I may go to the mall tomorrow, LOL. After a while, one starts to ignore the LOLs, just like the boy who cried, "Wolf!", LOL.
Then to add an extra element of madness, we decide to volunteer the fact that we are rolling on the floor, sometimes even laughing our ass off! Really? Is it really that funny? And where did that idea come from? In regular conversation, I'm not sure I've ever said, oh my gawd! I'm rolling on the floor laughing my ass off!
I get that it's supposed to be a visual. You are supposed to visualize the person you are talking to LOLROTFLMAO. Whatever happened to: "You are so funny. You make me laugh". That's about 10 too many letters for the busy folk to type, I suppose.
Strangely enough, I am totally cool with BTW, OMG (in moderation), B/C, and using "4" in place of for(e), such as 4wrd and b4hand. I think it's just because those are just ways to shorten words, not ways to convey to your reader what you are doing. BRBGTP or HTP or whatever it is should be banned (telling people you'll be back b/c you have to pee. TMI! [another one I approve of, although people say "too much information" too much in general. The pregnancy boards were full of them. "ok, tmi, but...". Yes, yes, practically everything to do with pregnancy has to do with the uterus, vagina, and other female body parts. We get it. Now, get on with telling me that you have lots of discharge, just like me, so I can feel better about my medical condition based on the fact that a random stranger posted on a message board]).
Finally, I do have to give 5 stars to the use of smiley faces, even though it is also a way to convey what the typist is doing. It's okay to say I'm smiling. You don't need to know what I'm doing on the floor.
I totally overuse smiley faces, mostly because I'm so sarcastic and jokey, and I want to MAKE SURE that people know I'm KIDDING. I've been burned before, and it is hard to properly convey meaning in the written word. So, :) it is. If I'm really being over the line, then :))))) it is. If I want to flirt AND say I'm kidding, then it's ;). Let's don't leave out when I'm sad. :(
I draw the line at the overuse of emoticons. I find them to be extremely distracting. And too cutesy. :))))
I must confess that I am not always smiling or winking when I type :) or ;), but without a web cam, my reader will never know. :)))))))))))))))) Maybe I should use: :I, B :) OTI. Blank facial expression, But smiling On The Inside.
I am a snob when it comes to these things in e-mail/chat, etc. I have singled out LOL and any variation of ROTF as incredibly annoying shortcuts. I don't think it's so much because they are shortcuts, but more because of what they stand for.
Laughing Out Loud. Okay, fair enough. And never mind it took me a whole year back in 1998 to figure out what the fuck LOL meant. (I could have asked, but I considered it a challenge to figure it out on my own. I actually thought it was Lots of Laughs for some time).
The problem is, it's overused. Really, how often do people Laugh Out Loud? Not all humor is Laugh Out Loud funny. LOTIBNOL should be used more, probably (Laughing On The Inside But Not Out Loud).
Plus, people are just abusing the hell out of it, LOL. I hate getting up in the mornings, LOL. I started a new workout today, LOL. I had some toast for breakfast, LOL. I may go to the mall tomorrow, LOL. After a while, one starts to ignore the LOLs, just like the boy who cried, "Wolf!", LOL.
Then to add an extra element of madness, we decide to volunteer the fact that we are rolling on the floor, sometimes even laughing our ass off! Really? Is it really that funny? And where did that idea come from? In regular conversation, I'm not sure I've ever said, oh my gawd! I'm rolling on the floor laughing my ass off!
I get that it's supposed to be a visual. You are supposed to visualize the person you are talking to LOLROTFLMAO. Whatever happened to: "You are so funny. You make me laugh". That's about 10 too many letters for the busy folk to type, I suppose.
Strangely enough, I am totally cool with BTW, OMG (in moderation), B/C, and using "4" in place of for(e), such as 4wrd and b4hand. I think it's just because those are just ways to shorten words, not ways to convey to your reader what you are doing. BRBGTP or HTP or whatever it is should be banned (telling people you'll be back b/c you have to pee. TMI! [another one I approve of, although people say "too much information" too much in general. The pregnancy boards were full of them. "ok, tmi, but...". Yes, yes, practically everything to do with pregnancy has to do with the uterus, vagina, and other female body parts. We get it. Now, get on with telling me that you have lots of discharge, just like me, so I can feel better about my medical condition based on the fact that a random stranger posted on a message board]).
Finally, I do have to give 5 stars to the use of smiley faces, even though it is also a way to convey what the typist is doing. It's okay to say I'm smiling. You don't need to know what I'm doing on the floor.
I totally overuse smiley faces, mostly because I'm so sarcastic and jokey, and I want to MAKE SURE that people know I'm KIDDING. I've been burned before, and it is hard to properly convey meaning in the written word. So, :) it is. If I'm really being over the line, then :))))) it is. If I want to flirt AND say I'm kidding, then it's ;). Let's don't leave out when I'm sad. :(
I draw the line at the overuse of emoticons. I find them to be extremely distracting. And too cutesy. :))))
I must confess that I am not always smiling or winking when I type :) or ;), but without a web cam, my reader will never know. :)))))))))))))))) Maybe I should use: :I, B :) OTI. Blank facial expression, But smiling On The Inside.
Paranoia
I deleted all my old posts due to yet another sweep of paranoia on my part. The Internet scares me. Scary place, scary people.
Now, let's see if I can focus on new topics that have nothing to do with where I live, what I look like, what my loved ones look like, and what my social security number is.
Now, let's see if I can focus on new topics that have nothing to do with where I live, what I look like, what my loved ones look like, and what my social security number is.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Break Time
Nothing is wrong. Life is grand! Just no time to write and not feeling very creative. That will change soon, I hope.
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