I wasn’t really planning on writing tonight, but I read some of my friend’s blogs and I felt the need to comment on some things.
Logi … it saddens me to hear about your loss. Things do get better and I hope you see the better real soon. By the way, is this the same doggy that ran out of your home when I was last there? One advice when it comes to telling Alex is don’t rehearse what you want to say to her. It’s funny how children her age can pick up on the slightest things. Let the words come out naturally. Believe me, you will know what to say to her to comfort her and explain what happened when the time comes.
WryGuy … thanks for the advice. I used to do exactly the same things you wrote … visualization is a wonderful thing. Lately with the hormone thing, I can’t seem to think straight, and the mood swings are a pain in the ass. But hey, I went back to the gym and someone did report it … a little bit of faith has been restored.
Ghost … hmmm, where do I begin? I have known you for over 4 years now and I would like to finally see you with someone that makes you truly happy. Just a note … sometimes the person who doesn’t meet your standards is really the person of your dreams. I don’t know if what I just wrote made sense to you, it doesn’t for me … I’m exhausted, what can I say? There is an actual saying for what I am attempting to say, with my luck I’ll remember it later. For now just concentrate on school and don’t worry about the small things. Who knows, when you finally stop worrying about meeting Ms. Right, she may just reveal herself to you. Either case, I’m there for you.
It’s raining like a bitch now and it’s 12:45 in the a.m. I am freezing my ass and I need to get to some sleep.
Catch you all later,
Hapa
Tuesday, December 04, 2001
Mahalo WryGuy for your well wishes … you are a sweet person. Not much sweet people out there nowadays.
I know this for a damn fact.
The cramping has subsided and I am a happy person once again. Even my kids want to be around me again. John has no choice in the matter. By the way John … can you pick me up some Tampax? The bigger the box, the better … hehe.
John just told me that the Marina will have their annual Christmas light show/parade on Saturday the 15th. We went shopping the other night to buy lights for his boat. I think he wants to pick up a few other things to add to what he has. I’m not sure how many people actually participate, but from what he said about last year it was really spectacular. There’s a parade of boats that go out of the harbor and cruises past Ko’Olina Resort in all of their Christmas glory. I’m hoping to get this on tape or have someone take pictures for me.
Well, my surprise gift to John for his birthday has been all shot to hell. I decided to use some of my frequent flyer miles to get a couple of r/t tickets to Maui to have dinner at my favorite restaurant, Koho’s, for his birthday on Friday. The plan was to make pretend that I finally got someone to take my shift on Friday so I could take John out to dinner in Waikiki somewhere. Instead of heading out to Waikiki, I was going to take the airport cut-off at the last minute and explain to him then what the real plans were … or something along that line. He told me Sunday that a friend of his and the friend’s family are going to do a barbecue at the Marina. I’m not mad that he already made plans, I’m pissed that he didn’t think about whether or not I made plans. He assumed that I was working and that was it. Men … you can’t kill them. So, of course I had to cancel plans. Then he tells me that he wants to spend that night with me and that he could probably get his friend to do the barbecue on Saturday. This conversation was yesterday. I told him it was too late because I’m back on the schedule to work and I already cancelled the flight reservations. Mind you, this was at least a month in the planning. Ugh. I lost a deposit for the hotel room, I was able to cancel the car, and luckily I have a friend at the airlines that was able to change the open and close dates on the tickets. So now all he gets for his birthday is lunch.
One last vet before I close for the night. I was working out at the gym today and I had a really good work out. The gym I go to overlooks Pearl Harbor and the parking lot below us. My gym is 4 stories high. I usually work out on the 3rd floor. Anyhow, I make sure that I always park where I can see my car from where I exercise. Along the glass windows are either treadmills or the Precor stepper. My routine is usually one or the other for at least 30-45 minutes then I go to the adjacent side of the room to do the weight training. I was feeling good about myself as I was leaving the gym. Then I get within feet of my car. As I look up, I see a license plate sticking out to the point where it was about to fall off the bumper. It was MY fucking license plate. Some dumbass who didn’t know how to drive must have backed out, hit my front bumper, got scared and left. I wouldn’t know cause I wasn’t there. What pisses me off is that no one reported it. With all the pedestrian traffic that goes on there in the parking lot, someone HAD to have seen what happened. So, after inspecting my front bumper, which only had a small scratch and a fucking license plate hanging by a thread, I went back into the building to the front desk to ask if anyone reported a car being hit by another car. The guy at the desk said no. I was furious. It irks me to hear people say how we all need to help each other out in bad times blah blah blah. If I saw something like this, I would have been the first to report it. At least take down their plate numbers and leave that information with the front desk or call the police. I just shake my head in utter disgust.
Now that my ranting is over, I bid you all good night …
Hapa
I know this for a damn fact.
The cramping has subsided and I am a happy person once again. Even my kids want to be around me again. John has no choice in the matter. By the way John … can you pick me up some Tampax? The bigger the box, the better … hehe.
John just told me that the Marina will have their annual Christmas light show/parade on Saturday the 15th. We went shopping the other night to buy lights for his boat. I think he wants to pick up a few other things to add to what he has. I’m not sure how many people actually participate, but from what he said about last year it was really spectacular. There’s a parade of boats that go out of the harbor and cruises past Ko’Olina Resort in all of their Christmas glory. I’m hoping to get this on tape or have someone take pictures for me.
Well, my surprise gift to John for his birthday has been all shot to hell. I decided to use some of my frequent flyer miles to get a couple of r/t tickets to Maui to have dinner at my favorite restaurant, Koho’s, for his birthday on Friday. The plan was to make pretend that I finally got someone to take my shift on Friday so I could take John out to dinner in Waikiki somewhere. Instead of heading out to Waikiki, I was going to take the airport cut-off at the last minute and explain to him then what the real plans were … or something along that line. He told me Sunday that a friend of his and the friend’s family are going to do a barbecue at the Marina. I’m not mad that he already made plans, I’m pissed that he didn’t think about whether or not I made plans. He assumed that I was working and that was it. Men … you can’t kill them. So, of course I had to cancel plans. Then he tells me that he wants to spend that night with me and that he could probably get his friend to do the barbecue on Saturday. This conversation was yesterday. I told him it was too late because I’m back on the schedule to work and I already cancelled the flight reservations. Mind you, this was at least a month in the planning. Ugh. I lost a deposit for the hotel room, I was able to cancel the car, and luckily I have a friend at the airlines that was able to change the open and close dates on the tickets. So now all he gets for his birthday is lunch.
One last vet before I close for the night. I was working out at the gym today and I had a really good work out. The gym I go to overlooks Pearl Harbor and the parking lot below us. My gym is 4 stories high. I usually work out on the 3rd floor. Anyhow, I make sure that I always park where I can see my car from where I exercise. Along the glass windows are either treadmills or the Precor stepper. My routine is usually one or the other for at least 30-45 minutes then I go to the adjacent side of the room to do the weight training. I was feeling good about myself as I was leaving the gym. Then I get within feet of my car. As I look up, I see a license plate sticking out to the point where it was about to fall off the bumper. It was MY fucking license plate. Some dumbass who didn’t know how to drive must have backed out, hit my front bumper, got scared and left. I wouldn’t know cause I wasn’t there. What pisses me off is that no one reported it. With all the pedestrian traffic that goes on there in the parking lot, someone HAD to have seen what happened. So, after inspecting my front bumper, which only had a small scratch and a fucking license plate hanging by a thread, I went back into the building to the front desk to ask if anyone reported a car being hit by another car. The guy at the desk said no. I was furious. It irks me to hear people say how we all need to help each other out in bad times blah blah blah. If I saw something like this, I would have been the first to report it. At least take down their plate numbers and leave that information with the front desk or call the police. I just shake my head in utter disgust.
Now that my ranting is over, I bid you all good night …
Hapa
Monday, December 03, 2001
I am happy to say I finally started my period on Sunday. When I wake up in a few hours I have to start taking my other medication – Chlomid – I’m supposed to take them on day 3 to day 7 of my cycle. Did I mention I am in great pain? The Midol should be kicking in pretty soon.
I hate this.
After I had Sianna almost 11 years ago I was told I couldn’t have anymore kids. Then I had surgery to open up and clear out my fallopian tubes in September of 2000. I was a few months short of turning 35. I always told myself I was going to get tied if I could not carry to term … all this when I was with my soon to be ex husband … by the time I was 35. Now that I have met John I’m thinking of waiting a few more years. I don’t want to wait much longer though … I’m not getting any younger … shaddup in advance … you know who you are. I know what lies ahead of me if and when we do decide to get pregnant. I’ll pretty much be confined to the bedroom most of the term. I’ll be in the high-risk category. My doc thinks the problem might be in my uterus so he wants to do a hysteroscopy … I think that’s the correct term … I’ve had so many medical terms thrown at me in the last year my head is gonna explode. At least with the hysteroscopy there won’t be any incisions made of any sort. He’ll be inserting a device into my cervix into the uterus to see what’s going on inside … to make sure there aren’t any scars or something like that. For now, we’ll see how the Chlomid and hormones work.
John’s birthday is on Friday … he’ll turn 31. He’s just as bad as my kids are when it comes to presents. He already has one birthday gift under the tree, along with about three Christmas presents, and he already has shaken them all. He’s just a big kid.
Speaking of gifts, I need to get off my ass and mail some stuff to Ghost. It’ll get there … eventually. I got stuff in there for Ghost, Skye and Logi. Just a little something from Hawaii. Hope you guys enjoy.
I need sleep, I have a long day in the morning. Shopping and more shopping, then it’s off to work.
Have a great day,
Hapa
I hate this.
After I had Sianna almost 11 years ago I was told I couldn’t have anymore kids. Then I had surgery to open up and clear out my fallopian tubes in September of 2000. I was a few months short of turning 35. I always told myself I was going to get tied if I could not carry to term … all this when I was with my soon to be ex husband … by the time I was 35. Now that I have met John I’m thinking of waiting a few more years. I don’t want to wait much longer though … I’m not getting any younger … shaddup in advance … you know who you are. I know what lies ahead of me if and when we do decide to get pregnant. I’ll pretty much be confined to the bedroom most of the term. I’ll be in the high-risk category. My doc thinks the problem might be in my uterus so he wants to do a hysteroscopy … I think that’s the correct term … I’ve had so many medical terms thrown at me in the last year my head is gonna explode. At least with the hysteroscopy there won’t be any incisions made of any sort. He’ll be inserting a device into my cervix into the uterus to see what’s going on inside … to make sure there aren’t any scars or something like that. For now, we’ll see how the Chlomid and hormones work.
John’s birthday is on Friday … he’ll turn 31. He’s just as bad as my kids are when it comes to presents. He already has one birthday gift under the tree, along with about three Christmas presents, and he already has shaken them all. He’s just a big kid.
Speaking of gifts, I need to get off my ass and mail some stuff to Ghost. It’ll get there … eventually. I got stuff in there for Ghost, Skye and Logi. Just a little something from Hawaii. Hope you guys enjoy.
I need sleep, I have a long day in the morning. Shopping and more shopping, then it’s off to work.
Have a great day,
Hapa
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