Welcome to my new online home. I moved over to wordpress because I wanted to add categories, and possibly down the road to password protect things. And also because bloggerbeta drives me nuts. I’m still playing with themes, so this site might look different next time you stop in.
Since it’s almost 2007 (ack!) I thought I would inaugurate the new site with a look back over the past eleven months of blogging, via a meme that everyone else has already done… the first sentence of each month. I added my favorite photo from each month, just to be an overachiever. The photos don’t have any relationship to the quotes though.
February: One more voice on the blog-wagon: why should I do it?
Photo: The red shoes.
March: I know from looking at my sitemeter that most of the people who get here are coming via the awesome and all powerful diabetes OC.
Photo: Cuddling Cats
May: I had a pretty good weekend. My presentation at the main conference in my field went well. I did not tell everyone I knew at the conference that my wife is five weeks pregnant, although it was very tempting.
Photo: Fertility Shrine
June: Today is blogging for LGBT families day.
Photo: Meet Smokey!
July: A little the worse for wear, but back nonetheless. A warning to the squeamish and to my phobic friends, bodily fluids mentioned below.
Photo: Pili & S.
August: I apologize for leaving that worrisome headline up there for so long.
Photo: Veggie P@rn
September: Just when I was getting ready to go downtown and stage a sit-in at the door of the World’s Slowest Social Worker, aka Mrs. Vaseline Teeth, for not returning our phone calls… what should arrive in the mail yesterday?
Photo: Morning Mist
November: New Reading Material for the RE’s waiting room?
Looking back like this reminds me what a crazy, painful and change-filled year it’s been. I remember when we moved to Small City thinking, I will never do anything this big again (quitting my job to move across the country with Pili, to a city where we knew no one and I had no job prospects). This year has been so much more tumultuous than that one. And next year promises yet more change – a new job, the prospect of another possible move, and hopefully, somewhere in there – AFTER THREE YEARS of trying and hoping – a baby, just maybe?
I have never been a competitive race walker.
Unless you count being lapped by 90 year old ladies as competitive.
And I don’t mean the kind of 90 year old ladies who are cover models for Prevention magazine. I mean the ones who can’t make it all the way around the mall without stopping for coffee. Twice.
I am: hopelessly confused by right and left, neurotic about being followed while driving, and a devoted stick shift driver. I have always wanted to hike the Appalachian Trail, and violence of any kind in movies makes me hide my eyes and squeal.
Oh, and Kassie? this is the most eminently squeezable Chuzzle. I must say, you bloggy-ladies make/adopt some awfully cute kiddos.
Although I am very tired from a whirlwind bloggy get-together in which I. Squeezed. The Chuzzle. I will comply, with a slight twist. I present to you: five truths and a lie. You decide – which is the lie?
- I have a very hard time telling left and right apart and failed a driving test because of this.
- I learned to drive on a stick shift (in New York City) and will never buy a car with an automatic transmission. I hate driving them.
- I hate following or being followed by someone I know when I’m driving. I am terrified that they will get into an accident and I will see it happening and be unable to stop it. I often insist on giving people directions instead and come up with excuses for why they shouldn’t follow me.
- In high school, I was a competitive race-walker.. Picture a duck with a firecracker shoved up its behind.
- I do karate but don’t like watching martial arts movies.
- I have always wanted to thru-hike the Appalachian Trail.
Which is the lie? Speak up! I tag… anyone who wants to do it.
I will second just about everyone in the OC and say YOU MUST GO TO THIS SITE IMMEDIATELY. I am torn looking at it, because it’s absolutely incredible and at the same time it makes me want to kick myself because I’ve thought doing something very similar and of course I have never gotten off my big fat butt and done it.
This big guy came in our CSA basket this week. He was promptly chopped up with green onions (CSA), cilantro (CSA), jalapeno (CSA), salt, cumin, and lime juice & made into a delicious salsa.
Here’s Big Dude with Pili’s laptop for a sense of scale.
I didn’t post the tomato tart recipe because, although it looked purty, I think I’ve tasted better. But since you insist… I followed this recipe, more or less. I added some pesto to the inside of the crust after the first bake, and then broiled the tart for about 10 minutes instead of serving it with raw tomatoes. Because that seemed weird to me.
On a totally different note:
So about a year ago, I asked if anyone wanted to be interviewed. The rules are: I ask you five questions. You answer my questions on your blog (heh, evil cackle) and then ask if five of your readers would like to be interviewed. They respond in the comments, you ask them questions, they post the answers on their blog and the fun, it never ends.
- What advice would you give to fellow partners of people with diabetes?
- What draws you to adopt from China?
- Toe-may-toe or toe-mah-toe?
- What was the happiest day of your life? Why?
- Are you and your husband planning to raise your kid(s) strictly Jewish or will traditions from his family be mixed in? How did you come to this decision?
- How did a fire-fighter/carpenter & an academic meet and fall in love?
- Can you imagine yourself living in Bucolia for the rest of your life or do you think you’ll move eventually?
- Okay, assuming the kid has ten toes, ten fingers and everything else inbetween in the right proportions. Do you prefer male or female? Why? What about MrPD?
- You said you wanted a big family. How big is too big?
- How are the chickens doing?
For Susan – I promised I wasn’t going to ask baby questions. We’ll see if I can do it:
- Do you also hope to give birth someday? If so, how did you decide who tried first?
- What is your dream job?
- How do you think having a chronic illness has shaped you as a person?
- What is your favorite body part?
- Tattoos, yea or nay?
- If you wind up adopting – domestic or international – and why?
- What do you enjoy about teaching?
- If you could only pick one for a year, which would it be – chocolate or sex?
- Do you like living where you live? Why?
- Toe-may-toe or toe-mah-toe?
For ANON HS BF (just answer in the comments, babe):
- Care to update my lovely readers (and me) on your Super Hunk (SH)’s adventures in the diabetes world? Do you have any questions you’d like the diabetes blogosphere to answer for you?
- What would you say are the two biggest ways you’ve changed since we dated in seventh grade?
- What would you say are the two biggest ways I’ve changed since we dated in seventh grade?
- What’s the most memorable meal you’ve ever eaten?
- What’s your favorite airport?
In a weak, I have nothing to say moment, I sucumbed to Shelli’s charms and put myself up for the interview game. A reminder for those who haven’t seen this before – if you’d like to be interviewed leave a comment and say so. I’ll post questions for the first five to do so, which they will answer on their blogs with the same invitation to be interviewed.
1) What is the hardest thing about living with diabetes?
Geez, ask an easy question, why doncha? How can I choose just one? I have lots of things I hate about living with diabetes – the extra suitcase I need when I travel to carry enough supplies for just-in-case-I-get-stuck-in-a-ditch-on the side of the road in a blizzard for two weeks and the inevitable oh crap I forgot x, y, or z, the diabetes drive-by comments
(an anecdote, because I have to get this one off my chest: said to me last night, on the phone with the director of my graduate program, a somewhat ditzy woman who I genuinely love and respect, “I forget because you don’t look diabetic.” In my iciest tone, “Annabelle (not her real name, by a long shot), tell me then, what does a diabetic look like?” A good conversation ensued, in which I once again educated the world that not all people with diabetes are old, fat, and gangrenous)
Then there’s the moments when I hit the wrong spot and OW OW OW! Or the moments when my blood sugar will not cooperate with what I want to do. Or the lows – at intimate moments, in important meetings, at 3 in the morning. Yeah, all those things SUCK.
But the worst thing overall, which really encompasses all of the above, is its constant hum in the back of my mind. The am I hungry or am I low hum, the should I ask when we’re going to stop for lunch hum, the how many carbs are in that, and should I bother testing when I’ve already eaten half of it, hum. The, do I just pull out my meter and test in front of this person when I really don’t feel like having a Diabetes Conversation? That constant hum separates me from other people. While you’re jumping up and down with excitement at the thought of going to the water park, I’m wondering: how will I carry my supplies with me? Will Smokey be safe? (Also, how many people have peed in that water? Ugh.) I wish I could just be there, in the moment, without this constant buzzing that only I can hear.
2) Have you two “picked” which gender you prefer? Can you just say “the youngest one you’ve got?”
Sure, we’ve picked which gender we prefer. Pili prefers boys and I prefer girls. Babies in Guatemala are generally referred within a week or two of birth, so age doesn’t work as a decision avoidance method. And the wait for boys is less than the wait for girls, so if we say we want whichever comes first, we’re saying we want a boy. So here’s what we’ve lit upon and what our agency has agreed to: We will put our name on both lists. When we get to the top of the boy list, we will be passed over until three months have past. If we have not been referred a girl by that point (which is within the range of possibility, but not the range of extreme probability) we will take whichever comes next, which will probably be a boy. In other words, we’ve found a way to leave it somewhat up to chance. Now I just need to write my damn autobiography, yo, so I can get on to my interview with Vaseline Teeth.
3) Can you share your thesis with us in 25 words or less?
Once again, ask an easy question… My thesis is pretty specific to my work, which is not something I want to get into here. So, in 25 words or less: It has to do with making a content area which is generally seen as developmentally inappropriate for young children more accessible to them. During the discussion with my program director last night, we agreed that if I had not made substantial progress by labor day, I’d do the comprehensive exam option, and just get my damn degree already.
If that hasn’t put you to sleep, email me and I’ll tell you more.
4) Could you start a recipe blog, please? Your food pictures make.me.drool!
Aw, thanks. The comments I’ve gotten lately on my pictures, along with the recent disruption in my daily routine, have been inspiring me to focus some energy again on my photography. I love it when I do it, but am far too insecure about it to hang out my shingle as artist. I don’t think I cook enough to have my own food blog, but I’d certainly hint hint be happy to contribute to someone else’s…
5) As far as the embryos – can you do a “natural transfer” cycle – just stick um in, and add progesterone, and call it a day. ALL the while you are focuing on adoption?
A couple of people have suggested that, and I think it’s worth looking into. Mind you, I’m not the one being poked and prodded, but I think that the parts Pili minds are: a) the suppositories b) the ass shots (both of which are involved in adding progresterone) and c) being probed and medicalized in general. Right now, we’re still agreeing to disagree on what to do next. I’d like to do one more cycle, sometime before referral, and just put all four remaining embryos back, and pray that one of them sticks around long enough to say hi. Pili is still, a) bleeding, and b)not so interested in getting back on the table anytime soon.
Anyone who has more experience with this and can explain why a “natural transfer” FET would be significantly less unpleasant than an unnatural one, please speak up.
Answering your questions:
Q. How did Pili and I meet?
A. Once upon a time, long, long, ago, in a City With More Than Four Thai Restaurants, Pili & Art-Sweet met. Pili was a gradual student at the University where Art-Sweet was an under-gradual. Nonetheless, the two might never have met, except that they both were taking karate classes at a dojo somewhat removed from the University of Gradual Studies. The two began car-pooling together. Despite the fact that Art-Sweet immediately gasped, “oh my g-d I
have had such a big crush on her,” upon learning the identity of Pili’s ex, Pili and Art-Sweet slowly became friends.
Over the next year, the friendship gradually became more flirtatious, but Pili was adamently opposed to dating an undergradual. Once Art-Sweet gradualated, romance had a chance to bloom – except that Pili had left the City With More Than Four Thai Restaurants for a Small Town Five Hours Away. Art-Sweet came to Small Town to visit Pili, after Pili made a uncharacteristically bold but greatly appreciated telephonic pass at Art-Sweet. Art-Sweet was all in favor of a fun weekend fling, as it had been Way Too Long since, you know. She arrived on Pili’s doorstep starving, having failed to find edible food along the midwestern highways. Pili swept her off her feet by feeding her homemade Indian food, and um. To the great surprise of both parties, the Fun Weekend Thing turned out to be Much More. Months of long car trips and indentured servitude to SW Airlines and AT&T followed. And the rest, as they say…
Q. What will I miss most after the
baby is here let’s cross that bridge after the first trimester is over?
A. Sleep, probably. And time with Pili. I also suspect my cats will be sorely neglected.
Q. What is my favorite curse word?
A. Crap, I don’t know. How the crap do you expect me to answer that? Oh wait, yes I do.
Q. If I could live anywhere, where would I live?
A. I’m really pretty easy to please, within certain very narrow parameters. Diverse population. Easy, legal second parent adoption (or even better, legal marriage). Metropolitan area with good mass transit, lots of museums, and ethnic restaurants. Summers not too terribly hot. Access to the Great Outdoors relatively easy. If I had enough money, I’d love to live in NYC again, or the Bay area, although I would miss my family if I lived on the West Coast. The City With More Than Four Thai Restaurants would definitely do as well. Or Toronto, perhaps?
Here’s a new one: I’m not sure how well it will work out, but it doesn’t require a lot of work from me up front so…
- Leave me a comment saying “interview me.” The first five commenters will be the participants.
- I will respond by asking you five questions.
- You will update your blog/site with the answers to the questions.
- You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
- When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
Since I’m starting this, you can also comment and ask me a question (totally stolen from hd over at her small corner of the universe.)
Tommorrow – the tackiest thing in my house. And only five more days of this particular obsession.
This ABC meme has been making the rounds…
Accent: New Yawkish. I don’t hear it, but others do.
Booze: Oh, you name it. Wine. Beer, as long as it’s good beer. I won’t drink anything that rhymes with Cud or has Light or even worse, Lite, in its name. I also have a not-so-secret fondness for brightly colored girly drinks, mojitos, and this fabulous thing called a dark and stormy. I won’t drink anything involving scotch or whiskey (see party, november 1993). Despite the fact that this is my longest answer, I probably have two or three drinks a week, max.
Chore I hate: Doing dishes. Pili does them all the time, g-d bless her, in exchange for litter boxes, which I can tolerate.
Dog or cat: Cats. Four of them.
Essential electronics: Laptop.
Favorite cologne(s): Vanilla anything.
Gold or silver: Plastic, except for my wedding ring.
Hometown: See Accent.
Insomnia: What time was this posted? I think that answers that question.
Job title: Multitasker.
Kids: One (?) fetus. Four cats.
Living arrangements: Treehouse.
Most admirable trait: Sly sense of humor. Empathy.
Number of sexual partners: Enough to know I’ve got it good now.
Overnight hospital stays: Once for diabetes dx, and once, recently for OHSS. Although I’ve spent almost the entire night in emergency rooms a couple of times.
Phobias: Small, enclosed spaces with lots of people in them.
Quote: “The good we secure for ourselves is precarious and uncertain until it is secured for all of us and incorporated into our common life.” – Jane Addams
Siblings: None 😦
Time I wake up: As late as possible. See Insomnia?
Unusual talent or skill: Skating in circles, backwards, on ice.
Vegetable I refuse to eat: I don’t refuse to eat any veggies. But I’m not partial to eggplant or okra.
Worst habit: Procrastination & Decisional Dithering.
X-rays: Teeth. Femurs. Ankle. Knee. Foot. Spine.
Yummy foods I make: Biscuits. Cookies. Enchiladas. Vegetarian Matzah Ball Soup. And many more.
Zodiac sign: Pisces.