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A Test in Endurance

I’m still way too uncomfortable to sit still long enough to write a decent post.

I can sit for about 30 minutes before I simply can’t take it anymore and have to go lie down and wait for my quivering muscles to stop twitching. Then, I get back up, do some stuff around the house until I can’t stand the activity and sit down for 30 minutes before the whole process starts over again.

This has been going on for a week now and IT SUCKS!!!! I’m so ready for my stupid back to stop hurting so the simple things in life, like walking, standing and sitting, aren’t such an ordeal anymore!

Anyway ….

I’ll be back soon with a post about my experiences with working outside the home, working in the home and staying at home. I’ve been making a list of places I’d like to work and I’m pleased to see that I can apply to most of these places online.

Oh yes. I’m going down that road once again.

But I’ll talk more about all of that later. Right now, it’s time for me to rest my back muscles.

In the meantime, here’s another song by my niece, Jil Powers. It’s Amazing Grace — with a twist. πŸ™‚

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Summer Fun

Summer Fun: July 17th

Are you ready for some fun ideas to keep your kids busy this next week?

Here are five ideas to get the creative juices flowing (and please, take these ideas, build on them, make them your own, use them as a springboard for bigger and better ideas):

Day One – Have your child swap favorite books with a friend.

Day Two – Tell a story. Ask your child to tell it back to you. Or ask your child to provide the ending. Or, have your child begin a story and YOU finish it. Write it down. Record it. It’ll become a precious memory.

Day Three – Ask your child to make a collage from things found around the house — ribbons, string, buttons, pebbles.

Day Four – Show your child how and when to dial 911. Teach your child not to be afraid of authority, but to respect authority.

Day Five – Take your child to the grocery store. Talk about prices and weights of food. Let your child pick out a fruit, vegetable or other new food that your child hasn’t tried yet — and try it.


Crafts for the Kids (by age)

Featured Craft of the Week:
Toddlers
Terrific Tap Shoes

4 to 5 year olds
Shoelace Bunnies

6 to 8 year olds
Safari Miniature Golf Set

9 to 12 year olds
Red Barn


Here is a fun activity from the book, “A Lithgow Palooza!”:

groovy-face2 Animal Talk

Sure, our pets have a lively and effective repertoire of earnest stares, wagging tails, nagging meows, and important yelps. But imagine everything they’d say if only they could talk. I shudder to think how quickly they could take over my house — the world? — given the gift of language.

arrow-right-side What to do:

Write a script for your pets — what they might say if only they could! (If you have only one pet, write it for your pet and the neighbors’ pets, or if you have no pets, write a script for your friends’ or relatives’ pets or even for your favorite animals at the zoo).

It’s fun to think about what your animals would say to you, but think about what they’d say and do to each other, if given the chance. For instance, what are they doing while everyone is at work or at school in your house? Does the dog jump on the bed and turn on the television set? Does he make long-distance calls to his litter mates back in Iowa? What kind of arguments would break out over who gets Dad’s recliner and who gets the remote?

Make up comic dramas that take place in your house while you’re away (sort of the way the toys cavort in Toy Story). How would they bicker over who’s the boss or who’s the smartest? Who answers the phone when it rings? When things go wrong — and they always do — who runs for cover and who saves the day? Plot a simple, funny scene, then consider how your animals would talk.

Think about what you already know about your animals and their personalities. Might your nervous little lapdog who can’t bear to be alone have a voice that is squeaky and thin? Does your high-strung Dalmatian speak only in rapid-rhyming couplets? Does the neighbor’s broad-chested bulldog talk like he grew up on the streets of Brooklyn? And the snooty Persian cat? Does she talk with a vague foreign accent? And does your goofy Lab/Irish setter mix jump from subject to subject as if he can’t decide which is his favorite?

EXTRAPALOOZAS:

Sunday Funnies
Create a panel comic strip starring your pet. Use photographs of your pet or drawings to illustrate a simple sequence. Write dialogue or thoughts in little balloons over his head. To convey the mini-plot of a comic, carefully select the details you illustrate in order for it to work in a four, or five-panel comic. Does your dog drive the mailman crazy? You might show your dog spying through the mail slot in the door as the mailman comes up the sidewalk. Then the mailman looking around to be sure the dog isn’t there. Then the mailman smiling to himself as he slips the mail in the slot. Then the dog’s snarling head popping through the mail slot just in time to take a big bite out of the mailman’s behind. What might the dog and the mailman be saying to themselves in the thought balloons? Have some fun with the panel comic format, and your pet might become the next Garfield!

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Vlogemotions: Uncomfortable

This video carnival, aptly named Vlogemotions (get it? Video + blog + emotions = Vlogemotions) focuses on one specific emotion per week and is brought to you by Fort Thompson.

If you’ve been following me on Twitter, this won’t come as any big shock. It’s consumed my entire week so it’s pretty much been all I could think about or deal with the past several days. Think of this as an explanation for all those cryptic tweets. 😐

(Sorry this is so long. I had no idea it was six minutes!! But it felt good to talk it out and get my frustration out so … if you experience anything similar, please let me know! I’d be interested in hearing how you handle the times you’re incapacitated. Thanks for listening!).

Here is my emotional contribution for the week:

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Life-condensed

Fighting the Battle to Sleep

sleep-apnea2 I have a confession — I haven’t slept with my husband in over two years.

And when I do have, er, GET to sleep with him, I wear ear plugs.

I have to. The man snores something FIERCE.

I’ve known Kevin for 21 years, and in that 21 years, he has never slept very well. He can fall asleep okay, but it’s staying asleep that seems to be the problem.

As a result, he’s a walking zombie. He wakes up tired, he’s sluggish all day and when he drinks any sort of caffeine, it keeps him up and only adds to his existing sleep problems.

I feel sorry for the guy.

He has tried ALL sorts of things over the years to help him sleep better. Different pillows. Air purifiers. Over-the-counter medications. Diet.

Diet.

You wouldn’t believe the hundreds of changes he’s made to his diet over the years. One week, he’ll eat something and is convinced it’s the cure to his sleep problems. The next week, it’ll be something else. The week after that, it’ll be a combination of things. The following week, he’ll cut something out of his diet.

And on and on.

It has gotten to the point that it’s a joke with us now. He’ll comment on having slept really well and it must be (insert reason/food here) and THAT is the reason he hasn’t slept well all these years.

And of course, it’s never the cure.

I’ve been telling him, for years, that he has sleep apnea. And the reason I think this is because I’ve listened to the man at night – he stops breathing for short periods of time and then gasps for air when his reflexes kick in. I don’t think it’s very bad, but it happens often enough that he wakes up two, sometimes three times a night with a headache and blocked sinuses.

The man has a mild case of sleep apnea.

He has pooh-poohed me. He hasn’t wanted to admit to the possibility. And so, various hypotheses have been born over the years.

Finally, dear God finally, he has thrown in the white towel. He’s willing to entertain the thought that maybe, juuuust maybe, he does indeed have some form of sleep apnea.

So we went to the doctor today. I say “we” because his doctor requested his sleep partner to come with him. Though I wasn’t convinced I would be of any help, I haven’t slept with the man in two years, after all, I went with him.

After asking a series of questions and getting my input, the doctor thinks that I may be right — sleep apnea.

They have set up an appointment for him to spend the night in a sleep clinic July 26th. We’ll see what they say.

(But I know I’m right).