Maxalt is not good for me. I have figured this out.
I have had a lot of headaches. They run in my family and they suck. Also, before you suggest that maybe I should eat healthy, try drinking Mt. Dew, get a good night's sleep or something else logical, I should tell you all these things have been tried. So- in the last few weeks I've had an MRI, (seriously, what's with all the banging!), IV therapy and have tried out some medication to try to make it so I don't have headaches for 95% of my waking hours. Since I have migraine and tension headaches I get to try to figure out which kind of freak headache it is and then, if I guess right, take the right drug, I might be right and my headache might go away. Wednesday after work I had a headache and decided to try out a migraine medication sample since I was pretty sure it was that. Due to the events that occurred because of me taking this crazy drug I have no idea what kind of headache it was or if the headache even went away.
After I took it I got tired. Made some soup. Took a small nap. Couldn't wake up. Thereby, burning an entire pot of soup. John was a good sport, said hey let's get some pizza. I figured that since I burnt and ENTIRE pot of soup somehow, I could be in charge of ordering pizza. I called ordered pizza. Got ready to pick it up and was so strangely dizzy I almost fell over. So we decided that john was the DD for the pizza run. John called from the pizza place to ask where I had ordered the pizza. Well, normal people order pizza to the location nearest their house. People on bad medication order pizza 15-20 miles away. Luckily the people were nice enough and had our stuff ready in a few more minutes. It was a strange night. I went to bed at 7:20, vowing to never take Maxalt again since it made me a stupid dizzy weirdo. And that's what I told the Dr. the next day.
2.22.2009
1.15.2009
TIME
I could write about the fact that I found a dead fly in my semi-stolen breakfast cereal.
I could write about how we are freezing up here in the cold north.
I could also mention what a terrible blogger I am even with the new addition of a laptop and wireless Internet.
But instead, I will say that Christmas was great, we took a long drive down to Phoenix where the weather is absolutely fantastic this time of year, I still have my crazy job, and John has joined me as a USU alumni. With this new found alumni status comes the need for a job. Cross the fingers.
We have been enjoying the public library and the fact that it is a free activity in this freaking economic mess. The BBC's Planet Earth is a recent borrowing. I love it. I could watch nature shows for hours. I've also revisited a few novels I haven't read since Jr. High; say "The Chosen" by Chaim Potok. Let's just say I didn't really know how to say his name til several years ago. I've also been reading some good trash books. Now by trash, I don't mean "trashy" or "seedy". I really just mean mystery, suspense\thriller books that I can read in a day and a half, be totally into, finish, and never think of again.
Aside from our books, I got a subscription to TIME magazine for Christmas. I love it. It is definitely the best thing I get in the mail. I think I especially like it since I'm not in school and we don't have cable. It makes me feel as though I actually have some idea of what's going on. Not saying that reading a magazine makes me an expert on international affairs, but it's a start. I've really missed taking classes and having the opportunity to learn, pose questions and think analytically. I am looking forward to when I can work with the political science part of my degree.
My job right now is challenging and I enjoy it, but not mentally challenging in the way other things I enjoy are. I think that is one of the things that scares me a little bit about being a mother. The possibility of less mental stimulation in certain things. Not saying that you're not using your brain, but in different ways. Secretly I'm a little nervous. Talking to people with kids they always assure you that it's worth it. Of course. I won't debate that.I'm not saying that moms of young kids don't have anything important to think about. The focus is different. But it still doesn't change the fact that I'm a little worried of my head turning slightly mushy and feeling out of the loop someday.
Reading TIME as a bedtime story could work, right? ;)
I could write about how we are freezing up here in the cold north.
I could also mention what a terrible blogger I am even with the new addition of a laptop and wireless Internet.
But instead, I will say that Christmas was great, we took a long drive down to Phoenix where the weather is absolutely fantastic this time of year, I still have my crazy job, and John has joined me as a USU alumni. With this new found alumni status comes the need for a job. Cross the fingers.
We have been enjoying the public library and the fact that it is a free activity in this freaking economic mess. The BBC's Planet Earth is a recent borrowing. I love it. I could watch nature shows for hours. I've also revisited a few novels I haven't read since Jr. High; say "The Chosen" by Chaim Potok. Let's just say I didn't really know how to say his name til several years ago. I've also been reading some good trash books. Now by trash, I don't mean "trashy" or "seedy". I really just mean mystery, suspense\thriller books that I can read in a day and a half, be totally into, finish, and never think of again.
Aside from our books, I got a subscription to TIME magazine for Christmas. I love it. It is definitely the best thing I get in the mail. I think I especially like it since I'm not in school and we don't have cable. It makes me feel as though I actually have some idea of what's going on. Not saying that reading a magazine makes me an expert on international affairs, but it's a start. I've really missed taking classes and having the opportunity to learn, pose questions and think analytically. I am looking forward to when I can work with the political science part of my degree.
My job right now is challenging and I enjoy it, but not mentally challenging in the way other things I enjoy are. I think that is one of the things that scares me a little bit about being a mother. The possibility of less mental stimulation in certain things. Not saying that you're not using your brain, but in different ways. Secretly I'm a little nervous. Talking to people with kids they always assure you that it's worth it. Of course. I won't debate that.I'm not saying that moms of young kids don't have anything important to think about. The focus is different. But it still doesn't change the fact that I'm a little worried of my head turning slightly mushy and feeling out of the loop someday.
Reading TIME as a bedtime story could work, right? ;)
12.13.2008
11.21.2008
'Tis the season
I love Christmas songs. I start listening the day after Halloween. Because of this, I definitely think I am in the know about the good, bad and ugly Christmas songs. Beware, your favorite song may be on my ugly list. . .
Songs I secretly love, and am a little embarrassed to love them so much
This Gift- 98 Degrees
It Must Have Been The Mistletoe
Santa Baby
Last Christmas (I Gave You My Heart)
Hey Santa- Carnie and Wendy Wilson
The Chipmunk Song (especially the Jaci Velasquez version)
Songs I Openly dislike, and it may be just the artist, not the song
Mary Did You Know? - Wynona Judd & Kenny Rogers
Just hate it
Christmas Shoes- Bob Carlisle
Too sappy for my cold, black heart
The Little Drummer Boy (only when it is sung. by anyone ever)
Mostly not enjoying the Davie Bowie version, but pretty much everytime I hear rum-pa-pa-pum I want to poke myself in the eye. You should know however, when it's done by an orchestra or any other instrumental version, I think it can be decent
Silent Night- Wilson Phillips
Boo. Stick to "Hey Santa".
O Holy Night- any time it's countrified
Why massacre such a lovely song by twanging it up?
Run Run Rudolph
Makes me feel frantic. I don't need any more of that in the Christmas season
* If you'd like a laugh, or just to get a little freaked out, look at the link on "Hey Santa" for the music video through youtube. Priceless.
Songs I secretly love, and am a little embarrassed to love them so much
This Gift- 98 Degrees
It Must Have Been The Mistletoe
Santa Baby
Last Christmas (I Gave You My Heart)
Hey Santa- Carnie and Wendy Wilson
The Chipmunk Song (especially the Jaci Velasquez version)
Songs I Openly dislike, and it may be just the artist, not the song
Mary Did You Know? - Wynona Judd & Kenny Rogers
Just hate it
Christmas Shoes- Bob Carlisle
Too sappy for my cold, black heart
The Little Drummer Boy (only when it is sung. by anyone ever)
Mostly not enjoying the Davie Bowie version, but pretty much everytime I hear rum-pa-pa-pum I want to poke myself in the eye. You should know however, when it's done by an orchestra or any other instrumental version, I think it can be decent
Silent Night- Wilson Phillips
Boo. Stick to "Hey Santa".
O Holy Night- any time it's countrified
Why massacre such a lovely song by twanging it up?
Run Run Rudolph
Makes me feel frantic. I don't need any more of that in the Christmas season
* If you'd like a laugh, or just to get a little freaked out, look at the link on "Hey Santa" for the music video through youtube. Priceless.
11.02.2008
A concert, halloween costumes brought to you by crap from your house and two great cakes
Who is it?
Why Johnny Appleseed of course! 
This was me being a tree, having one of my kids as the giraffe, eat me.
Sara, Amy, yours truly
Sara and I. I must clarify that Sara is a carhop. Some have supposed that she is a naughty nurse. Not so.
We got tickets through a friend's friend's brother to go to Dashboard Confessional, Panic At The Disco and Plain White Tee's. We decided to be cool people and take Juan's little sisters. This is us trying to look emo.
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