Avoiding Crisis

While I’m working on finishing up some draft posts of a serious nature, I decided to take a break and decompress with some humor, or at least some attempt at humor.

I came across this post the other day. So I decided I’d see how it played out if I applied it to my current position as MOTHER.

Here’s the deal, if you answer yes to 3 or more of these questions then you might want to think about updating your resume and looking for another job. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve been working on several different posts and they’re all in draft form but I can’t seem to finish any of them.  I figured I’d let you all decide which one I should finish first.  So what is it you want to hear about?  1) my life overseas and the whole trailing spouse thing 2) sibling competition and rivalry or 3) sensitivity issues and my problems with friendships.

you decide and I’ll post.

“imposible,” he said shaking his head.

“imposible,” he repeated.

Tears rolling down my left cheek.  The taste of the anesthetic drops gagging me.

Please, no more, this really hurts.  I begged in silence.

And then, finally, it stopped.
“imposible.”

“Que?  Que es imposible?” I asked.

“No puedo pasar.”

Great, I think to myself.  This is just my luck.  The girl who was called nostrils all her life doesn’t have a nasal passage large enough for a teeny tiny fiber optic camera to pass through.  Just great.  So now what?

“y ahora?” I ask

“nada.”

And then, the non-English, Spanish speaking doctor who I had seen only a week earlier, who at the time claimed to have a very limited command of the English language, spoke in a heavily accented but very competent English.  And I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that I wasn’t going to have to struggle through this appointment.

Because even though I can have hour long conversations with other mothers about our kids and even talk at length about economics and politics in Spanish, when it comes to doctors and talking about something like health, my ability to put a coherent sentence together in a language other than English just isn’t possible.  It’s like the doctor had said, imposible.

*pronounced, im-po-see-blay

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For those of you who have been following this saga that I like to call the whole bloody mess, today’s appointment didn’t give me any new information as to what is causing my nose bleeds, aside from week veins and bad genetics, and didn’t get me any closer to a solution.  Though I did find out that this may not be one of those things that can be fixed and that instead it may just be something I’ll have to live with, as I have been doing for the past 20 years or so.

That’s it for now.  Nothing too exciting really.  Working on a few draft posts that I’m sure I’ll have up later this week…I promise they’ll be more interesting then this.  I hope.

until next time.

This here meme has been going around a few of the blogs that I read on a regular basis. Since nobody is tagging anyone I decided to tag myself.  What do I need, like a personal invitation or something?

So here are 8 random things about me:

1. I collect pigs. No, not real ones, silly. Most of my collection is in storage though I do have a few random pieces floating around the house.
2. One of my favorite stuffed animal pigs that I have is the Mao Ze-Pig that my husband found while he was traveling in China – it’s a cute little stuffed pig dressed up like Chairman Mao.  Totally priceless.  Made a bigger impression than the jade pendant he brought home.
3. I’ve never stolen anything except for this one time when we were at the Philadelphia Candy Show and there was this adorable stuffed pig being used in one of the displays and I somehow convinced myself that it was a give away and took it.  It wasn’t a give away.
4. Years ago while I was working at a big trade show that my company put on I got to see both Duran Duran and Blues Traveler perform in private concerts.
5. I got to meet John Popper after the concert and he gave me an autographed harmonica.
6. I am such an awesome little sister. I gave that harmonica, along with the set list, guitar pic and my backstage pass to my brother.  After all, he was the one that introduced me to their music.
7. I really don’t like going to concerts. This is probably because I don’t like big crowds.  That being said, one of the last concerts I attended was at the Beacon Theater (in NYC) to see the Allman Brothers Band and it was well worth it.
8. I miss living in NYC but I will never ever live there again. Sometimes that makes me sad.

Pretty boring, I know.  Feel free to tag yourself.

no time to spend actually thinking of something to write about…still in somewhat of a funk.

there’s an interesting conversation going on over at Dawn’s blog. So check it out and let her know what you think.

Also, I need to apologize to Suburbanlife since I’m not going to get around to providing y’all with a detailed dialogue of my visit with the non-English speaking doctor from the other day. Amazing how sometimes I can recall the most random facts, but trying to recreate a conversation that at the time seemed completely insane and full of folly proves to be a difficult task. Well that and I suck at recreating dialogues and therefore don’t want to put you all through the torture of having to read it. Maybe I’ll bring a tape recorder to my next appointment so I can share – just a thought.

Oh and since there’s nothing of interest to read here, go check out Suburbanlife’s blog and just click through some of her posts. Each and every one of them, any of them, all of them, I promise, will be interesting and beautifully written. She is an amazing storyteller and I can only hope that one day I’ll be able to look back on my own life and paint the vivid pictures that she is able to do through her words.