Yo mateys! What up?
So, I got a new doctor. I'm pretty excited about it. After my first appointment they knew more about me than my previous doc had in 4 appointments. I scheduled a return appointment, they gave me some paperwork, and I was on my way.
Last night I was looking over the paper they gave me. I noticed at the very end of the last page they had my weight and height listed... And THEN they had done the math to tell my by BMI. Let's just say it was not a pretty number.
WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND THINKS IT IS A GOOD IDEA TO TELL A WOMAN WHO IS 34 WEEKS PREGNANT THEIR BMI?????
I have gained 20 lbs this pregnancy. My entire pregnancy with #1 I only gained 13 lbs and I had to work hard to get those 13 lbs. Now, I'm not upset that I have gained 20 lbs. I have worked hard to be healthy and make good choices, and we just had the fatty holiday season.
I know the BMI listed isn't really accurate but man, it is a bit of a kick in the pants.
So, to anyone who has connections reading this... If your office puts BMI's on patients forms that you send home with them, you should maybe find a way to get rid of it during pregnancy.
That is all.
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Tuesday, November 6, 2012
It's Venting Time!!
I am now going to complain. A lot. If you are looking for something happy, keep moving friend.
We are currently in a fight with the USPS. They've messed up with things before (Like sending my wedding announcement to my own parents instead of the person up the street with the same last name.) But this time, they have really messed us up. We had lived in our new apartment for just a few days when we filled out the happy pink card provided by the USPS found in our mailbox to say that yes, we lived here. We also filled out all of our change of address forms so everything could be forwarded. The mail started coming. We were getting everything we expected to get... almost. However, the 2 things that we were missing were coming from people who may or may not have actually put things in the mail. Because we were getting so much, we had no reason to assume that there was a problem with our mail. After getting mad at other people for messing us up so much, today we discovered the truth.
The USPS has sent back our debit cards (twice) and Hod's last paycheck (twice). They just didn't know if we really lived here, so they sent those back. Don't you worry, they let all of our bills, and our personal checks (that have all of our account information on them) come through, but the debit cards that have our faces on them, thus making it hard for strangers to use them, and the paycheck that you have to sign for and is only made out to one person, those they sent back.
How in the world were we supposed to know that there was a problem? Our bank didn't actually have a record of sending out our cards so we just assumed that they hadn't. Today we found out that our cards had just been sent back and had arrived on Friday. Hod knows that his boss is really slow at sending checks, and even though he asked her to send them, and she claimed she did, that didn't mean anything. Except she did send them! And we could really use the $600 that she was sending us. But of course USPS says that it isn't their fault. Um... exactly how is it not your fault? We filled out all of the paperwork you gave us. Why do you get to pick what mail we get and what gets sent back? If people send mail, you deliver it. That is how it goes. We pay for stamps, so we aren't asking for free services. We told you we lived here. You just decided that we were... kidding???
In other things I can complain about:
When we first moved into our apartment, we discovered that the carpets had never been cleaned. Actually besides what the previous tenants did, nothing had been cleaned at all. We got the carpets cleaned, but since all of our furniture was already here, they didn't clean under it. We just can't ever rearrange our house. Kind of a bummer, but fine. (Well, except for the random day that we weren't allowed to be home for 7 hours because they were cleaning our carpets. That was a bummer.) We have lived here for 1 month, and already had 4 problems. And some of them were pretty big... like the gas leak because of their faulty water heater connector that could have killed my daughter. The smaller problems... well, they have both become a bit bigger. The lame maintenance man who has come twice (we quite like the other guys) doesn't seem to know how to clean up after himself. We work very hard to keep this house safe for #1. She is still putting everything in her mouth, so we are very aware of choking hazards. The first time he came to fix something, I caught her as she found a loose pointy, sharp, screw and tried to put it in her mouth. Yesterday he came, and we assumed he had cleaned up, but no, later I had to pull a washer out of #1's mouth. Wow... I didn't know that by having you come fix something at my apartment I was putting my daughter's life at risk.
Then, today, they turned off our water. It was a scheduled thing, but they decided not to tell anyone because it would only be off for 20 min. Of course those were the 20 minutes that Hod was getting ready. Guess he'll just bust out the super scruffy look because without water he couldn't shave. Luckily he had just finished washing himself in the shower when they turned it off. And also lucky, that we have 2 bathrooms, thus making so we could use the bathroom twice. As a pregnant lady, I need to know if you are going to make it so I can't use the toilet.
What in the world is going on here? Why is everyone crazy? I can only do so much, but when others are stupid and I get messed up because of it, I get a little ticked!!
We are currently in a fight with the USPS. They've messed up with things before (Like sending my wedding announcement to my own parents instead of the person up the street with the same last name.) But this time, they have really messed us up. We had lived in our new apartment for just a few days when we filled out the happy pink card provided by the USPS found in our mailbox to say that yes, we lived here. We also filled out all of our change of address forms so everything could be forwarded. The mail started coming. We were getting everything we expected to get... almost. However, the 2 things that we were missing were coming from people who may or may not have actually put things in the mail. Because we were getting so much, we had no reason to assume that there was a problem with our mail. After getting mad at other people for messing us up so much, today we discovered the truth.
The USPS has sent back our debit cards (twice) and Hod's last paycheck (twice). They just didn't know if we really lived here, so they sent those back. Don't you worry, they let all of our bills, and our personal checks (that have all of our account information on them) come through, but the debit cards that have our faces on them, thus making it hard for strangers to use them, and the paycheck that you have to sign for and is only made out to one person, those they sent back.
How in the world were we supposed to know that there was a problem? Our bank didn't actually have a record of sending out our cards so we just assumed that they hadn't. Today we found out that our cards had just been sent back and had arrived on Friday. Hod knows that his boss is really slow at sending checks, and even though he asked her to send them, and she claimed she did, that didn't mean anything. Except she did send them! And we could really use the $600 that she was sending us. But of course USPS says that it isn't their fault. Um... exactly how is it not your fault? We filled out all of the paperwork you gave us. Why do you get to pick what mail we get and what gets sent back? If people send mail, you deliver it. That is how it goes. We pay for stamps, so we aren't asking for free services. We told you we lived here. You just decided that we were... kidding???
In other things I can complain about:
When we first moved into our apartment, we discovered that the carpets had never been cleaned. Actually besides what the previous tenants did, nothing had been cleaned at all. We got the carpets cleaned, but since all of our furniture was already here, they didn't clean under it. We just can't ever rearrange our house. Kind of a bummer, but fine. (Well, except for the random day that we weren't allowed to be home for 7 hours because they were cleaning our carpets. That was a bummer.) We have lived here for 1 month, and already had 4 problems. And some of them were pretty big... like the gas leak because of their faulty water heater connector that could have killed my daughter. The smaller problems... well, they have both become a bit bigger. The lame maintenance man who has come twice (we quite like the other guys) doesn't seem to know how to clean up after himself. We work very hard to keep this house safe for #1. She is still putting everything in her mouth, so we are very aware of choking hazards. The first time he came to fix something, I caught her as she found a loose pointy, sharp, screw and tried to put it in her mouth. Yesterday he came, and we assumed he had cleaned up, but no, later I had to pull a washer out of #1's mouth. Wow... I didn't know that by having you come fix something at my apartment I was putting my daughter's life at risk.
Then, today, they turned off our water. It was a scheduled thing, but they decided not to tell anyone because it would only be off for 20 min. Of course those were the 20 minutes that Hod was getting ready. Guess he'll just bust out the super scruffy look because without water he couldn't shave. Luckily he had just finished washing himself in the shower when they turned it off. And also lucky, that we have 2 bathrooms, thus making so we could use the bathroom twice. As a pregnant lady, I need to know if you are going to make it so I can't use the toilet.
What in the world is going on here? Why is everyone crazy? I can only do so much, but when others are stupid and I get messed up because of it, I get a little ticked!!
Monday, October 29, 2012
Party Poopers
Greetings friends!
Please, come and take a journey with me.
Imagine you have been invited to a party. By the time this party occurs you have been anxiously looking forward to it for months. Why are you looking forward to it? Because of the party favors. Seriously, this thing is going to be intense. What would be your dream party favor? For me, it would be... a free piano? That sounds great. Or, if you have a hard time thinking of this, imagine that you have been invited to attend Oprah's Favorite Things show. (Yeah, I know it doesn't exist anymore.) Now, you come to this party/show with a bunch of other adults knowing that there is enough for everyone. It isn't some Black Friday sale, this is for everyone who was invited. The moment arrives, the party favors are laid out/the magic door opens showing you what you have been waiting for. All you have to do is go and get it. Exciting, eh?
Now, as the door opens, there are about 3 out of the 50 people attending that run frantically and take as much as they can for themselves. They get as much as they can, put it in their car, and then frantically run for more. They push others to the side and are only thinking of themselves and how great it is going to be. What will they do with all of the extras? You don't know. All you know is they are taking from everyone else there because they are selfish. Are you angry? Are you disappointed? Are you sad? Do you get in and fight at their level, or do you stay with you friend with the broken leg who can't get in there as fast as everyone else?
It sounds pretty ridiculous, doesn't it. What adults would actually act that way? I mean, I'm sure there are some. Would you clap for them? Would you be disgusted and complain? What do you do in this kind of situation?
Even though that story seems a bit ludicrous, let's change the setting a little bit.
Maybe you are at a 4th of July parade. And it's not you that is excited, it is your son or daughter. You have worked very hard to teach them manners. When the candy starts flying, they look to you for reassurance. You tell them, that yes, that piece of candy 18 inches away from them is theirs for the taking. As a wide smile spreads across their face, and they move to reach for the candy, they are pushed out of the way by other kids. This exciting time becomes a sad day. They wanted some candy too. (And let's be honest, to the average 4 year old candy is as big of a deal as a piano would be to me.) Instead of being a happy, joyous day, they leave feeling sad, dejected, and possibly physically hurt. (Some of those kids push hard!) As a parent (or aunt, or good friend) how do you feel? What do you want to do about it?
This may seem pretty random, seeing as it is October. However, Saturday my Ward had a Trunk-or-Treat. We attended. I didn't plan on getting much for #1, she's too young for that. But it was fun to go and watch all of the kids. Some of those little 4 year old kids were so cute! There were probably about 40 kids, and about 15 cars. Totally enough for everyone. But there ended up not really being enough. As the kids started going for candy, the older kids ran from car to car. Their greedy hands excitedly took handfuls out of the offered bowls. If you were lucky enough to catch one, you could make them put some back, but it was obvious that many of these kids had this down to a science. Then they made the rounds again. And again. While trying to take care of #1, I was not as able to police my bowl of candy as I hoped. Soon, I realized that most of my candy was gone, and all I had left was a meager offer. When this happened all of the cute small kids were just making it around for the first time. I happened to have the right kind of candy for some, but not for others. How sad I was that I couldn't make all of the kids happy. Something that bothered me the most was this conversation I heard between a mother and daughter:
Mom: Darling, how many times have you made it around this circle?
Daughter: (While holding a bulging bag of candy) Oh, this is my 3rd or 4th.
Mom: (Laughing now) Wow, you are sure busy. How fun.
WHAT? Are you encouraging your kid to act this way?
As a Mom, this really troubles me. What am I supposed to teach my kids? I know that I should teach them to share, to not be selfish, to make sure you care about others. But, if Saturday night is the norm, then it taught me that by having well behaved children they will be stuck with a plastic pumpkin full of Smarties. Not that Smarties are bad, but seriously, a little variety is nice. I realize that my kids don't need a ton of candy, but the event is half of the fun.
I won't teach my kids to be selfish. I will stop the bad behavior that I see. But I am seriously saddened by what I have witnessed.
Shouldn't we all teach our kids to be kind and to share?
Please, come and take a journey with me.
Imagine you have been invited to a party. By the time this party occurs you have been anxiously looking forward to it for months. Why are you looking forward to it? Because of the party favors. Seriously, this thing is going to be intense. What would be your dream party favor? For me, it would be... a free piano? That sounds great. Or, if you have a hard time thinking of this, imagine that you have been invited to attend Oprah's Favorite Things show. (Yeah, I know it doesn't exist anymore.) Now, you come to this party/show with a bunch of other adults knowing that there is enough for everyone. It isn't some Black Friday sale, this is for everyone who was invited. The moment arrives, the party favors are laid out/the magic door opens showing you what you have been waiting for. All you have to do is go and get it. Exciting, eh?
Now, as the door opens, there are about 3 out of the 50 people attending that run frantically and take as much as they can for themselves. They get as much as they can, put it in their car, and then frantically run for more. They push others to the side and are only thinking of themselves and how great it is going to be. What will they do with all of the extras? You don't know. All you know is they are taking from everyone else there because they are selfish. Are you angry? Are you disappointed? Are you sad? Do you get in and fight at their level, or do you stay with you friend with the broken leg who can't get in there as fast as everyone else?
It sounds pretty ridiculous, doesn't it. What adults would actually act that way? I mean, I'm sure there are some. Would you clap for them? Would you be disgusted and complain? What do you do in this kind of situation?
Even though that story seems a bit ludicrous, let's change the setting a little bit.
Maybe you are at a 4th of July parade. And it's not you that is excited, it is your son or daughter. You have worked very hard to teach them manners. When the candy starts flying, they look to you for reassurance. You tell them, that yes, that piece of candy 18 inches away from them is theirs for the taking. As a wide smile spreads across their face, and they move to reach for the candy, they are pushed out of the way by other kids. This exciting time becomes a sad day. They wanted some candy too. (And let's be honest, to the average 4 year old candy is as big of a deal as a piano would be to me.) Instead of being a happy, joyous day, they leave feeling sad, dejected, and possibly physically hurt. (Some of those kids push hard!) As a parent (or aunt, or good friend) how do you feel? What do you want to do about it?
This may seem pretty random, seeing as it is October. However, Saturday my Ward had a Trunk-or-Treat. We attended. I didn't plan on getting much for #1, she's too young for that. But it was fun to go and watch all of the kids. Some of those little 4 year old kids were so cute! There were probably about 40 kids, and about 15 cars. Totally enough for everyone. But there ended up not really being enough. As the kids started going for candy, the older kids ran from car to car. Their greedy hands excitedly took handfuls out of the offered bowls. If you were lucky enough to catch one, you could make them put some back, but it was obvious that many of these kids had this down to a science. Then they made the rounds again. And again. While trying to take care of #1, I was not as able to police my bowl of candy as I hoped. Soon, I realized that most of my candy was gone, and all I had left was a meager offer. When this happened all of the cute small kids were just making it around for the first time. I happened to have the right kind of candy for some, but not for others. How sad I was that I couldn't make all of the kids happy. Something that bothered me the most was this conversation I heard between a mother and daughter:
Mom: Darling, how many times have you made it around this circle?
Daughter: (While holding a bulging bag of candy) Oh, this is my 3rd or 4th.
Mom: (Laughing now) Wow, you are sure busy. How fun.
WHAT? Are you encouraging your kid to act this way?
As a Mom, this really troubles me. What am I supposed to teach my kids? I know that I should teach them to share, to not be selfish, to make sure you care about others. But, if Saturday night is the norm, then it taught me that by having well behaved children they will be stuck with a plastic pumpkin full of Smarties. Not that Smarties are bad, but seriously, a little variety is nice. I realize that my kids don't need a ton of candy, but the event is half of the fun.
I won't teach my kids to be selfish. I will stop the bad behavior that I see. But I am seriously saddened by what I have witnessed.
Shouldn't we all teach our kids to be kind and to share?
Saturday, September 1, 2012
What's A Mini Van?
*My brain thinks of very strange things late at night.*
Most of my family knows that I hate going to the bathroom. (Probably didn't see that one coming, did you?) There are just SO many things I would rather do with my time. I mean, think about it, what do you get out of it? (I mean, besides the obvious physical benefits.) But you go, you sit there a few minutes, and then you leave. How boring. I am so bugged about this that at one point my sister L7 and I figured out how much time I had wasted on the pot. That was a few years ago, so with my recalculations of 4 times a day, 2 minutes per time (and I think that is a pretty low estimate), taking away 3 years because I wasn't toilet trained the first few years of my life, I have spent 51 days of my life on the toilet. FIFTY-ONE! And I'm sure that number is a lot higher, especially since I have spent roughly 15 of the last 24 months as a pregnant lady, and we all know they are making more than 4 trips. I want that time back. What would you do if you suddenly had 51 free days to spend?
So, I have this opinion, but I really know that God knows what he is doing. There has to be some way to get stuff out of our bodies. If there wasn't we'd all be roughly the size of the Goodyear blimp. That would pretty much make it impossible to do anything that we need to do. We would all look so funny, cause if you were that wide and we were still only the heights we currently are.... we'd all look like footballs. Can you imagine how large our houses would have to be? And what about cars? Large families would not be able to have a mini van, there would be no such thing. Just a bus that is as wide as a football field. And interstates? A 4 lane highway would be a mile wide.
Guess this whole going to the bathroom thing is good. But I still wish there was another way.
Most of my family knows that I hate going to the bathroom. (Probably didn't see that one coming, did you?) There are just SO many things I would rather do with my time. I mean, think about it, what do you get out of it? (I mean, besides the obvious physical benefits.) But you go, you sit there a few minutes, and then you leave. How boring. I am so bugged about this that at one point my sister L7 and I figured out how much time I had wasted on the pot. That was a few years ago, so with my recalculations of 4 times a day, 2 minutes per time (and I think that is a pretty low estimate), taking away 3 years because I wasn't toilet trained the first few years of my life, I have spent 51 days of my life on the toilet. FIFTY-ONE! And I'm sure that number is a lot higher, especially since I have spent roughly 15 of the last 24 months as a pregnant lady, and we all know they are making more than 4 trips. I want that time back. What would you do if you suddenly had 51 free days to spend?
So, I have this opinion, but I really know that God knows what he is doing. There has to be some way to get stuff out of our bodies. If there wasn't we'd all be roughly the size of the Goodyear blimp. That would pretty much make it impossible to do anything that we need to do. We would all look so funny, cause if you were that wide and we were still only the heights we currently are.... we'd all look like footballs. Can you imagine how large our houses would have to be? And what about cars? Large families would not be able to have a mini van, there would be no such thing. Just a bus that is as wide as a football field. And interstates? A 4 lane highway would be a mile wide.
Guess this whole going to the bathroom thing is good. But I still wish there was another way.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Sleep!
A few months ago, we "sleep trained" #1. We did a modified Ferber method. It really worked pretty well for us. She got SO good at putting herself to sleep for naps and bedtime. She didn't even come close to sleeping through the night. However, as she was in my room that didn't surprise me. Hod and I are enough to keep her awake. (The flying squirrel is not a quiet move.)
Last week I spent 3 nights at my Mom's while family was visiting. The first night was a living terror. The second night was really good. The third night left something to be desired but it could have been worse. I was excited to come home so she could return to decent sleep in our home. (Well... kind of decent. She never sleeps for more than 3 hours in a row, but I needed her to get back to that.)
I don't know what happened, but she lost it. It is like we never sleep trained at all. When we put her to bed she SCREAMS for anywhere from 10 min to 70 min. She does this for naps, for bed, always. She has also started waking up at midnight and wanting to play. No matter how much I haven't played with her she has still taken 2-3 hours to get back to sleep. She has also learned how to pull herself up really well. Last night I caught her as she jumped up while flinging her head forward and trying to get out of the crib. So she spent the rest of the night with me, cause I was too tired to fix her crib.
Hod and I talked this morning. We lowered her crib again and now I can not pick her up unless she is standing. This makes night time feedings a problem. Before, when she would wake up, I would help her lay down and then prop a bottle in her mouth. (I know, you're not supposed to do that... it leads to ear infections. I've been doing it for 6 months and she has never had an ear infection.) I can not prop a bottle anymore. So, this is what we did. We spent the day rearranging one of the spare rooms, and moved her. Tonight I will feed her once, but it must be after 1. I am expecting a rough night with a lot of screaming. I warned our downstairs neighbors and I'm a bit nervous. But it just has to change! Wish us luck!
In other news, for a bit of venting.... I really hate drivers sometimes. Let me tell you probably my biggest driving pet peeve. Imagine with me, cause I'm sure you've had this happen, that you are sitting at a stop sign and want to turn... let say right. While you are waiting for a time you can go, another car pulls up next to you because they want to turn left. However, they can't see past you, so they pull up further than you, thus blocking your view. Oh, do you not have this problem? Are you in a van? Cause I'm in a car. I drive a cute little Mazda wagon. Me and my little "Zoom, Zoom" (or "swimsuit" if you know that story) car are short. Vans, Jeeps, SUV's, large trucks, they are all a few feet taller than I am. So, not only are they blocking my view with their length because they pull so far into the intersection, but with their height. Many of them could look over my car, but they seem to forget that. Then we can do the struggle of I pull out further, they pull out further and we are both going to get hit by cross traffic because we end up so far into the intersection, OR I can just be ticked and wait. That is what normally happens. But I was there first! It also happens to me when I'm trying to turn left. Why can't they wait their turn? Or, look over my car. Or look through my windows, they aren't tinted. (I've looked through the windows before so I don't ruin their view.) Really, please, do Paily a favor, and don't do this to people! It is just rude.
*And, lest anyone think it is just a dumb thing where I am from, in the 4 states that I have lived in and driven in for over 6 months all have had this problem.*
Let us all be nice, and let us all hope that my daughter will sleep!
Last week I spent 3 nights at my Mom's while family was visiting. The first night was a living terror. The second night was really good. The third night left something to be desired but it could have been worse. I was excited to come home so she could return to decent sleep in our home. (Well... kind of decent. She never sleeps for more than 3 hours in a row, but I needed her to get back to that.)
I don't know what happened, but she lost it. It is like we never sleep trained at all. When we put her to bed she SCREAMS for anywhere from 10 min to 70 min. She does this for naps, for bed, always. She has also started waking up at midnight and wanting to play. No matter how much I haven't played with her she has still taken 2-3 hours to get back to sleep. She has also learned how to pull herself up really well. Last night I caught her as she jumped up while flinging her head forward and trying to get out of the crib. So she spent the rest of the night with me, cause I was too tired to fix her crib.
Hod and I talked this morning. We lowered her crib again and now I can not pick her up unless she is standing. This makes night time feedings a problem. Before, when she would wake up, I would help her lay down and then prop a bottle in her mouth. (I know, you're not supposed to do that... it leads to ear infections. I've been doing it for 6 months and she has never had an ear infection.) I can not prop a bottle anymore. So, this is what we did. We spent the day rearranging one of the spare rooms, and moved her. Tonight I will feed her once, but it must be after 1. I am expecting a rough night with a lot of screaming. I warned our downstairs neighbors and I'm a bit nervous. But it just has to change! Wish us luck!
In other news, for a bit of venting.... I really hate drivers sometimes. Let me tell you probably my biggest driving pet peeve. Imagine with me, cause I'm sure you've had this happen, that you are sitting at a stop sign and want to turn... let say right. While you are waiting for a time you can go, another car pulls up next to you because they want to turn left. However, they can't see past you, so they pull up further than you, thus blocking your view. Oh, do you not have this problem? Are you in a van? Cause I'm in a car. I drive a cute little Mazda wagon. Me and my little "Zoom, Zoom" (or "swimsuit" if you know that story) car are short. Vans, Jeeps, SUV's, large trucks, they are all a few feet taller than I am. So, not only are they blocking my view with their length because they pull so far into the intersection, but with their height. Many of them could look over my car, but they seem to forget that. Then we can do the struggle of I pull out further, they pull out further and we are both going to get hit by cross traffic because we end up so far into the intersection, OR I can just be ticked and wait. That is what normally happens. But I was there first! It also happens to me when I'm trying to turn left. Why can't they wait their turn? Or, look over my car. Or look through my windows, they aren't tinted. (I've looked through the windows before so I don't ruin their view.) Really, please, do Paily a favor, and don't do this to people! It is just rude.
*And, lest anyone think it is just a dumb thing where I am from, in the 4 states that I have lived in and driven in for over 6 months all have had this problem.*
Let us all be nice, and let us all hope that my daughter will sleep!
Thursday, July 19, 2012
What's With The Haters?
I quite enjoy the internet. I love how it can be used to share goodness all around the world. However, there is one thing that really bothers me.
It is a breeding place for haters! I guess it may be because they can be anonymous, but there are so many people that are so mean! Why do they have to put others down? Why do others assume the worst of everyone?
Two recent examples:
1. I LOVE The Piano Guys. They recently put out a video that can be seen here . It makes me happy. But then I read comments about how it's so lame, and it doesn't take any talent to hit a piano (though I will say that doing so in time, including busting out some triplets when there is a basic eighth beat going on, does take talent.) WHY? Why must you be a hater? Is the video hurting you? Is it offending you? Is it taking away some of your freedoms? No? Then you should probably get over yourself.
2. I am a follower of the NieNie Dialogues. She is a good woman who is doing her best. She has been through horrific experiences and chooses each day to find good in the world, despite her hardships. I have never heard (or I guess read) a mean word from her. (Unlike myself cause I am now using my blog to complain about others.) Yet, instead of always being met with love and respect, she is often criticized. For what? Rising above challenges? Persevering through hardships? Doing her best to be a kind and loving mother? I guess people are critical because she advertises on her blog thus making her a "money searching jerk who is exploiting her children for her own benefit." EXCUSE ME? She brings hope to people every day! I'm sure her medical expenses are insane. If she can make a few dollars because I am choosing to read her blog and be uplifted, then good for her. I call that being resourceful, not being a jerk.
Why has society become so hateful? Why has it become the norm to say hurtful things? Since when is it considered OK to say whatever you want and be inconsiderate? Is that what people are teaching their children? If I said things like that when I was a kid I would have been punished and then I would have had to go apologize. Why has the internet taken that away? It truly makes me sad. I wish we could all be kind. Yes, it is true, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. But I was taught that if I didn't want to say anything nice, it was best to keep my mouth shut. Some seem to have forgotten that important lesson.
(And yes, I realize that I just said mean things so maybe I should take my own advice and keep my mouth shut. But I'm angry, and in my defense... I didn't criticize a specific person.... does that make it a little bit more OK?)
So... JUST BE NICE!
It is a breeding place for haters! I guess it may be because they can be anonymous, but there are so many people that are so mean! Why do they have to put others down? Why do others assume the worst of everyone?
Two recent examples:
1. I LOVE The Piano Guys. They recently put out a video that can be seen here . It makes me happy. But then I read comments about how it's so lame, and it doesn't take any talent to hit a piano (though I will say that doing so in time, including busting out some triplets when there is a basic eighth beat going on, does take talent.) WHY? Why must you be a hater? Is the video hurting you? Is it offending you? Is it taking away some of your freedoms? No? Then you should probably get over yourself.
2. I am a follower of the NieNie Dialogues. She is a good woman who is doing her best. She has been through horrific experiences and chooses each day to find good in the world, despite her hardships. I have never heard (or I guess read) a mean word from her. (Unlike myself cause I am now using my blog to complain about others.) Yet, instead of always being met with love and respect, she is often criticized. For what? Rising above challenges? Persevering through hardships? Doing her best to be a kind and loving mother? I guess people are critical because she advertises on her blog thus making her a "money searching jerk who is exploiting her children for her own benefit." EXCUSE ME? She brings hope to people every day! I'm sure her medical expenses are insane. If she can make a few dollars because I am choosing to read her blog and be uplifted, then good for her. I call that being resourceful, not being a jerk.
Why has society become so hateful? Why has it become the norm to say hurtful things? Since when is it considered OK to say whatever you want and be inconsiderate? Is that what people are teaching their children? If I said things like that when I was a kid I would have been punished and then I would have had to go apologize. Why has the internet taken that away? It truly makes me sad. I wish we could all be kind. Yes, it is true, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. But I was taught that if I didn't want to say anything nice, it was best to keep my mouth shut. Some seem to have forgotten that important lesson.
(And yes, I realize that I just said mean things so maybe I should take my own advice and keep my mouth shut. But I'm angry, and in my defense... I didn't criticize a specific person.... does that make it a little bit more OK?)
So... JUST BE NICE!
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
My Choices
*WARNING* I am about to get VERY opinionated. This is my blog, and I have that right. If you are easily offended, then I would advise moving on.
I am a parent. Hod and I have made a lot of choices about hot topics. I would like to explain why.
1. We are PRO vaccination. I am not going to dispute that there is a small percentage of children that have adverse affects to vaccines. (affect or effect? That always confuses me.) The idea of vaccinations has so much to do with the "herd" mentality. If you are in the small percentage that has a child that had problems, then that is difficult. Right after Hod and I got married, I had a religious leader who had a special needs daughter. He felt that it was caused because of a bad MMR that she had been given. I cannot dispute that. However, I do feel that she was not given her trials because her parents tried to do what they felt was best. This leader told us once that his daughter being as she was had helped at least one of his children stay in the Gospel. I believe that even without an MMR she would have somehow had these same problems. She has been a great tool that the Lord has been able to use to teach people kindness, love, and charity. She is one of the most amazing people I know.
Because of the "herd" immunizations, there are some diseases that have been eradicated. For example, Polio. I personally know someone who had polio as a child. She is still going through problems related to that. There is also a religious leader in the LDS Church who had polio as a kid and now has to sit down for his talks during General Conference. But as a whole, we don't know people that were hurt by the diseases that we now immunize for. I feel that is because, often, they are now dead.
I have done a lot of research. I have talked to pro and anti vaccination people. I have been told that if I am vaccinating I am choosing to live in fear, and they are choosing to live in Faith. I disagree. They are choosing to have faith that if their child gets one of these diseases that it won't be very bad. I am choosing to have faith in the vaccines (that aren't 100%) that they will protect my family. We each have faith in something different. To me, this is the big difference, me choosing to vaccinate will not hurt your children. You choosing not to vaccinate could hurt mine.
I've heard that "those diseases don't exist anymore anyway." They may not in your small town, but they do still exist. People travel, and they will come. I've heard that "if everyone else vaccinates then my kids will be safe anyway." This makes me feel that you are putting the responsibility for keeping your children safe on me. That's not very responsible.
I can not guarantee that by vaccinating #1 that no one in my family will ever get sick. But I feel that I must do my best to protect my daughter from diseases that do much more harm than good.
This is the one topic that, try as I might, I just can't really see the other side. Please forgive me for that. I have really tried.
2. We choose to take advantage of modern medicine. This includes delivering our children in hospitals whenever possible. It has often be said to me, "women have been giving birth for thousands of years. They are naturally built to do it. You don't need a Dr messing that up." This is often true. But there can be exceptions. Just because you have successfully given birth before doesn't mean you may not have an emergency later. (And just because you needed a Dr before doesn't mean you have to have it every time.) For example, my sweet mom had 8 children. The first 6 were all very normal textbook deliveries (well, some were faster than normal). Then comes L7. My mom went into labor at around 32 weeks. L7 was not ready to be born. She was too small, she was underdeveloped. It ended up being an emergency c-section. It saved L7's life. From an outside perspective my mom was the perfect candidate for a home birth. I am so grateful that she decided to deliver in a hospital, as I quite like my sister. I have another sister who's body cannot deliver. She doesn't dilate. Ever. She now has planned c-sections.
Not everyone is like that. My labor experience was hard. Maybe that is because of the medical interventions that I chose to have. But I do not know how my body will react to each delivery. As a result, Hod and I have chosen to take every precaution possible to ensure the best for our child. This means we have to have a Dr who is open to our ideas. That can be hard to find, but this means a lot to us.
I am related to multiple ladies who have successfully given birth at home. That is GREAT for them. What I appreciate, though, is they are supportive of the choice that I have made. They understand that everyone is different and what works for them doesn't have to work for me.
We also believe in medication. Now, I was not raised in a family that went to the Dr a lot. From the ages of 10-19 I can count on one hand how many times I went to the Dr. I do believe that many people are over medicated. I also believe that God has given people knowledge. I choose to take advantage of that. (Yes, some people use their knowledge for bad, but many use it for good.) Just as I choose to use electricity, the internet, and my cell phone, I choose to use medications appropriately. AND as a wife of an amazing man who struggles with Bi-Polar disorder, I can't even tell you how grateful I am for medication. Also, as I am apparently part of the 10% of women who get crazy depressed DURING pregnancy, I am grateful for the medication that made me feel safe when I was around sharp objects. This leads me to...
3. We chose to bottle feed #1. Our original plan was to breastfeed. After all, "breast is best!" Well, we found that wasn't always the case. The medication that I was on during my pregnancy with #1 was a very low dose. It shouldn't have bothered #1. But it did. I was told that I had 3 options once we found this. I could just stop taking my pill, possibly making me suicidal again and probably a lousy mom. I could change medications, that would probably take about a month, and could result in the same problem. For that month, #1 would be on formula and I would be "pumping and dumping". Or, we could just put #1 on formula and I would work on stopping my milk. Hod and I talked about it and decided that more than breast milk, #1 needed a healthy mom. Since we made that decision, #1 has been very healthy, grown well, and I have been able to be a good mom. I have also been judged a lot. I have been called selfish for choosing my medication over breastfeeding. I have been told that it was all in my head and I just needed to get a grip. I have been told that if I really loved my baby I would have done anything to make sure she got the very best. Actually, because I love my baby we made this choice. I hope that next time I will be able to choose to breast feed. I feel that anyone who takes care of their baby and feeds them can be a good parent. I am glad you were able to breast feed. Please be understanding of people who have different circumstances.
4. I am actually a little bit of an "Attachment Parent". Most of this happened by accident. For example, we have been Co-Sleepers in our family. Now, at 8 months, #1 spends most of her night in her crib by herself, but it didn't used to be like that. When we first got home from the hospital, we put #1 in our room with us. This is because I am paranoid and I wanted to make sure she was fine. I hadn't been able to have her with me as much as I wanted because she was in the NICU. She was also still on oxygen so I wanted her close. In our room, we didn't have a chair. This resulted in me sitting on the bed for nighttime feedings. After a week or so, I found that I was falling asleep while feeding her. I could just see myself dropping her. No matter how hard I tried, I just kept falling asleep. I made the choice to lay down instead of sit up. I needed #1 to be on the bed so I couldn't drop her. Then I would fall asleep, and often not wake until #1 was ready to eat again. She spent many nights in our bed. Even now, she spends about an hour in our bed each night. I didn't even know that Attachment Parenting was a thing, but as I have learned more about it, I have found that many of the ideas there are things that Hod and I had already talked about and agreed on. It's not for everyone, but it works for us.
This is my opinion: When it comes to parenting, there is very little that is right for everyone. I feel that as long as the child is fed, cleaned, loved, and developing properly then the parents can't be all wrong. What works for me, may not work for you. What works with #1 may not work with any future kids.
There has been a big push to get back to the way it used to be. There are a lot of self proclaimed "Hippie" or "Granola" moms. That is just fine. I just have one problem with it though. I am not going to claim that they have never been judged. And on behalf of everyone else out there let me apologize for that. However, I have found that the most vocal people in judging me are those all natural "hippie/granola" friends. Maybe that is because we have the least in common, so they have the most to say. I don't know. This is what I want to say to them.
Dear Hippie/Granola friends,
I think it is great that you have found a way of living that works for you. I am glad that you children are healthy, happy, and learning to be good members of society. So are mine. Our methods may be different, but the outcome can be the same. Thank you for being wiling to talk to me about your methods, as I find them utterly fascinating. It's fine that you don't care about my methods. Please remember that what works for one, is not always what will work for others. Agency is a divine, eternal principle. I would appreciate it if we could all exercise it in peace. Again, I am sorry for anyone who may have judged you.
Sincerely,
Paily
I love differences. The more I learn about parenting, the more I learn that nothing beyond the need to feed, love, clean, and teach good principles, is going to be the same for everyone. There are exceptions for every other rule. Making statements that include "never" and "always" shows ignorance and intolerance. We can show respect and caring while having different opinions.
So, yeah... there is my spheel. Did you actually read through the whole thing? Quite impressive. I hope, even if you disagree with me, that we can still be friends.
I am a parent. Hod and I have made a lot of choices about hot topics. I would like to explain why.
1. We are PRO vaccination. I am not going to dispute that there is a small percentage of children that have adverse affects to vaccines. (affect or effect? That always confuses me.) The idea of vaccinations has so much to do with the "herd" mentality. If you are in the small percentage that has a child that had problems, then that is difficult. Right after Hod and I got married, I had a religious leader who had a special needs daughter. He felt that it was caused because of a bad MMR that she had been given. I cannot dispute that. However, I do feel that she was not given her trials because her parents tried to do what they felt was best. This leader told us once that his daughter being as she was had helped at least one of his children stay in the Gospel. I believe that even without an MMR she would have somehow had these same problems. She has been a great tool that the Lord has been able to use to teach people kindness, love, and charity. She is one of the most amazing people I know.
Because of the "herd" immunizations, there are some diseases that have been eradicated. For example, Polio. I personally know someone who had polio as a child. She is still going through problems related to that. There is also a religious leader in the LDS Church who had polio as a kid and now has to sit down for his talks during General Conference. But as a whole, we don't know people that were hurt by the diseases that we now immunize for. I feel that is because, often, they are now dead.
I have done a lot of research. I have talked to pro and anti vaccination people. I have been told that if I am vaccinating I am choosing to live in fear, and they are choosing to live in Faith. I disagree. They are choosing to have faith that if their child gets one of these diseases that it won't be very bad. I am choosing to have faith in the vaccines (that aren't 100%) that they will protect my family. We each have faith in something different. To me, this is the big difference, me choosing to vaccinate will not hurt your children. You choosing not to vaccinate could hurt mine.
I've heard that "those diseases don't exist anymore anyway." They may not in your small town, but they do still exist. People travel, and they will come. I've heard that "if everyone else vaccinates then my kids will be safe anyway." This makes me feel that you are putting the responsibility for keeping your children safe on me. That's not very responsible.
I can not guarantee that by vaccinating #1 that no one in my family will ever get sick. But I feel that I must do my best to protect my daughter from diseases that do much more harm than good.
This is the one topic that, try as I might, I just can't really see the other side. Please forgive me for that. I have really tried.
2. We choose to take advantage of modern medicine. This includes delivering our children in hospitals whenever possible. It has often be said to me, "women have been giving birth for thousands of years. They are naturally built to do it. You don't need a Dr messing that up." This is often true. But there can be exceptions. Just because you have successfully given birth before doesn't mean you may not have an emergency later. (And just because you needed a Dr before doesn't mean you have to have it every time.) For example, my sweet mom had 8 children. The first 6 were all very normal textbook deliveries (well, some were faster than normal). Then comes L7. My mom went into labor at around 32 weeks. L7 was not ready to be born. She was too small, she was underdeveloped. It ended up being an emergency c-section. It saved L7's life. From an outside perspective my mom was the perfect candidate for a home birth. I am so grateful that she decided to deliver in a hospital, as I quite like my sister. I have another sister who's body cannot deliver. She doesn't dilate. Ever. She now has planned c-sections.
Not everyone is like that. My labor experience was hard. Maybe that is because of the medical interventions that I chose to have. But I do not know how my body will react to each delivery. As a result, Hod and I have chosen to take every precaution possible to ensure the best for our child. This means we have to have a Dr who is open to our ideas. That can be hard to find, but this means a lot to us.
I am related to multiple ladies who have successfully given birth at home. That is GREAT for them. What I appreciate, though, is they are supportive of the choice that I have made. They understand that everyone is different and what works for them doesn't have to work for me.
We also believe in medication. Now, I was not raised in a family that went to the Dr a lot. From the ages of 10-19 I can count on one hand how many times I went to the Dr. I do believe that many people are over medicated. I also believe that God has given people knowledge. I choose to take advantage of that. (Yes, some people use their knowledge for bad, but many use it for good.) Just as I choose to use electricity, the internet, and my cell phone, I choose to use medications appropriately. AND as a wife of an amazing man who struggles with Bi-Polar disorder, I can't even tell you how grateful I am for medication. Also, as I am apparently part of the 10% of women who get crazy depressed DURING pregnancy, I am grateful for the medication that made me feel safe when I was around sharp objects. This leads me to...
3. We chose to bottle feed #1. Our original plan was to breastfeed. After all, "breast is best!" Well, we found that wasn't always the case. The medication that I was on during my pregnancy with #1 was a very low dose. It shouldn't have bothered #1. But it did. I was told that I had 3 options once we found this. I could just stop taking my pill, possibly making me suicidal again and probably a lousy mom. I could change medications, that would probably take about a month, and could result in the same problem. For that month, #1 would be on formula and I would be "pumping and dumping". Or, we could just put #1 on formula and I would work on stopping my milk. Hod and I talked about it and decided that more than breast milk, #1 needed a healthy mom. Since we made that decision, #1 has been very healthy, grown well, and I have been able to be a good mom. I have also been judged a lot. I have been called selfish for choosing my medication over breastfeeding. I have been told that it was all in my head and I just needed to get a grip. I have been told that if I really loved my baby I would have done anything to make sure she got the very best. Actually, because I love my baby we made this choice. I hope that next time I will be able to choose to breast feed. I feel that anyone who takes care of their baby and feeds them can be a good parent. I am glad you were able to breast feed. Please be understanding of people who have different circumstances.
4. I am actually a little bit of an "Attachment Parent". Most of this happened by accident. For example, we have been Co-Sleepers in our family. Now, at 8 months, #1 spends most of her night in her crib by herself, but it didn't used to be like that. When we first got home from the hospital, we put #1 in our room with us. This is because I am paranoid and I wanted to make sure she was fine. I hadn't been able to have her with me as much as I wanted because she was in the NICU. She was also still on oxygen so I wanted her close. In our room, we didn't have a chair. This resulted in me sitting on the bed for nighttime feedings. After a week or so, I found that I was falling asleep while feeding her. I could just see myself dropping her. No matter how hard I tried, I just kept falling asleep. I made the choice to lay down instead of sit up. I needed #1 to be on the bed so I couldn't drop her. Then I would fall asleep, and often not wake until #1 was ready to eat again. She spent many nights in our bed. Even now, she spends about an hour in our bed each night. I didn't even know that Attachment Parenting was a thing, but as I have learned more about it, I have found that many of the ideas there are things that Hod and I had already talked about and agreed on. It's not for everyone, but it works for us.
This is my opinion: When it comes to parenting, there is very little that is right for everyone. I feel that as long as the child is fed, cleaned, loved, and developing properly then the parents can't be all wrong. What works for me, may not work for you. What works with #1 may not work with any future kids.
There has been a big push to get back to the way it used to be. There are a lot of self proclaimed "Hippie" or "Granola" moms. That is just fine. I just have one problem with it though. I am not going to claim that they have never been judged. And on behalf of everyone else out there let me apologize for that. However, I have found that the most vocal people in judging me are those all natural "hippie/granola" friends. Maybe that is because we have the least in common, so they have the most to say. I don't know. This is what I want to say to them.
Dear Hippie/Granola friends,
I think it is great that you have found a way of living that works for you. I am glad that you children are healthy, happy, and learning to be good members of society. So are mine. Our methods may be different, but the outcome can be the same. Thank you for being wiling to talk to me about your methods, as I find them utterly fascinating. It's fine that you don't care about my methods. Please remember that what works for one, is not always what will work for others. Agency is a divine, eternal principle. I would appreciate it if we could all exercise it in peace. Again, I am sorry for anyone who may have judged you.
Sincerely,
Paily
I love differences. The more I learn about parenting, the more I learn that nothing beyond the need to feed, love, clean, and teach good principles, is going to be the same for everyone. There are exceptions for every other rule. Making statements that include "never" and "always" shows ignorance and intolerance. We can show respect and caring while having different opinions.
So, yeah... there is my spheel. Did you actually read through the whole thing? Quite impressive. I hope, even if you disagree with me, that we can still be friends.
Friday, February 24, 2012
The Bad Tipper
I have had many friends who have been waiters/waitresses. They often told me the woes of the bad tipper, and I agreed with what they said. For example, If you don't have the money for a tip, you probably shouldn't order a drink. It's not your server's fault you're poor. Don't punish them when they give you good service. It makes sense. I have always felt that a 15% tip was bare minimum. (In other parts of the country you are supposed to leave at least 19%, but that's not the norm here yet.)
Then I married Hod. He's picky. If he doesn't like the service, he leaves a horrid tip! This was very embarrassing to me. There were times I would meet him in the car because I knew he was going to leave a bad tip. However, when our server is good, he leaves a higher tip than I normally would. There isn't much of a middle ground with him.
But... sometimes I think he has a point. For example: (Story time!)
I take a bunch of surveys online, and recently was able to earn a $25 dollar gift card for a restaurant. We found a baby sitter, and had a night on the town! (Ok, not really, we're not that fancy.) The Restaurant was kind of busy, and had a bar in it. That's fine. We ended up being seated near the bar. Still ok, as it was a Thursday night and there weren't a lot of drinkers. However... our waiter ended up being the bartender. In between laughing and joking with the drinkers, he would come and serve us. But we aren't as fun as the 3 guys sitting at the bar watching sports. We were just a calm couple enjoying our time together.
The problem was, we could see (and hear) him chatting it up with the drinkers, and the other servers (And complaining about how much he hates his job and he has to work too much) instead of taking care of us. We ordered our food, and never actually saw him at our table again. There was a different person who brought us everything. We pretty much never had anything to drink, and it was obvious he didn't care. When tip time came... I knew it was going to be abysmal. And for the first time, I wasn't embarrassed. Yes, I feel bad that the hostess and bus boys were punished because of the poor tip we left. It wasn't their fault. (although the hostess did NOT want to be there either.) I feel that when you go out to eat, half of the experience is the food, and half is the service. And we only got the food. (Which also wasn't very good.) Since, we didn't receive service, we didn't really pay for the service.
Maybe I'm a bad person. But, it was a little invigorating to not pay for something I didn't get!
Then I married Hod. He's picky. If he doesn't like the service, he leaves a horrid tip! This was very embarrassing to me. There were times I would meet him in the car because I knew he was going to leave a bad tip. However, when our server is good, he leaves a higher tip than I normally would. There isn't much of a middle ground with him.
But... sometimes I think he has a point. For example: (Story time!)
I take a bunch of surveys online, and recently was able to earn a $25 dollar gift card for a restaurant. We found a baby sitter, and had a night on the town! (Ok, not really, we're not that fancy.) The Restaurant was kind of busy, and had a bar in it. That's fine. We ended up being seated near the bar. Still ok, as it was a Thursday night and there weren't a lot of drinkers. However... our waiter ended up being the bartender. In between laughing and joking with the drinkers, he would come and serve us. But we aren't as fun as the 3 guys sitting at the bar watching sports. We were just a calm couple enjoying our time together.
The problem was, we could see (and hear) him chatting it up with the drinkers, and the other servers (And complaining about how much he hates his job and he has to work too much) instead of taking care of us. We ordered our food, and never actually saw him at our table again. There was a different person who brought us everything. We pretty much never had anything to drink, and it was obvious he didn't care. When tip time came... I knew it was going to be abysmal. And for the first time, I wasn't embarrassed. Yes, I feel bad that the hostess and bus boys were punished because of the poor tip we left. It wasn't their fault. (although the hostess did NOT want to be there either.) I feel that when you go out to eat, half of the experience is the food, and half is the service. And we only got the food. (Which also wasn't very good.) Since, we didn't receive service, we didn't really pay for the service.
Maybe I'm a bad person. But, it was a little invigorating to not pay for something I didn't get!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Welcome to America
Ready for some good, old ranting? Cause here we go.
I like hot chocolate. Really. It's quite delightful. But I have an issue. WHY in the WORLD are the directions always in ounces? I mean, come on! Now, I know that 8 ounces is one cup. But most directions are for 6 ounces. Yes, I can do simple math, and I know that 6 ounces would just be 3/4 a cup. BUT what if I was only 7? There are many 7 year olds who want to make themselves hot chocolate. But they can't, cause they have no idea what to do with the ounces.
OH, and ounces. Who do they think they are? Why can they be a weight and a volume? That is so not fair. I can't be a weight and a volume. What makes ounces so special? So, do they want 6 ounces of water in weight or volume? Get off your high horse.
But back to the chocolate. I've checked, and all hot chocolate I have digested in the past year was made in America. America, we don't do things logically here. No meters, or centimeters, or ounces for me. Give me my confusing feet, inches, yards and CUPS! 7 year-olds of the USA unite! Let's take down the powdered hot chocolate factories so we can measure in cups! I'll be hosting a rally to get this all going at my place, yesterday, at 6:00. Be there, or have to handle measuring in ounces for the rest of your life.
I like hot chocolate. Really. It's quite delightful. But I have an issue. WHY in the WORLD are the directions always in ounces? I mean, come on! Now, I know that 8 ounces is one cup. But most directions are for 6 ounces. Yes, I can do simple math, and I know that 6 ounces would just be 3/4 a cup. BUT what if I was only 7? There are many 7 year olds who want to make themselves hot chocolate. But they can't, cause they have no idea what to do with the ounces.
OH, and ounces. Who do they think they are? Why can they be a weight and a volume? That is so not fair. I can't be a weight and a volume. What makes ounces so special? So, do they want 6 ounces of water in weight or volume? Get off your high horse.
But back to the chocolate. I've checked, and all hot chocolate I have digested in the past year was made in America. America, we don't do things logically here. No meters, or centimeters, or ounces for me. Give me my confusing feet, inches, yards and CUPS! 7 year-olds of the USA unite! Let's take down the powdered hot chocolate factories so we can measure in cups! I'll be hosting a rally to get this all going at my place, yesterday, at 6:00. Be there, or have to handle measuring in ounces for the rest of your life.
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