tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123600332024-03-13T09:01:04.429-04:00momorama"How Could Anyone"
How could anyone
ever tell you
you were anything
less than beautiful?
How could anyone
ever tell you
you were less
than whole?
How could anyone
fail to notice
that your loving
is a miracle?
How deeply you're
connected to my soul?
Words & music by
Libby Roderick
from the recording
"If You See a Dream" Turtle Island Recordsannahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.comBlogger239125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-79614720761749646602009-08-17T18:27:00.003-04:002009-08-17T18:43:23.785-04:00Faulty ThermostatMost everybody has a thermostat in their house. Although it doesn't keep the house at the precise temperature you set, it notes when the temp is off and makes minute corrections to bring it back. If you set it at 80 degrees<br /><br /><a href="http://yalesustainabilityleaders.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/thermostat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 486px;" src="http://yalesustainabilityleaders.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/thermostat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />then the thermostat turns the air of furnace on when the temp reaches 81 or 82 and runs until it is 78 or 79 degrees.<br /><br />Our bodies have thermostats also. This is centered in the hypothalamus (part of the brain) when we are too hot or too cold. What most people don't know is that fibromyalgia messes with the thermostat control.<br /><br />Today, I woke up with a migraine. This is nasty in itself. Most people know about migraines, so I won't detail.<br /><br />While suffering with this, I was laying or lying (I can never remember which is correct) on my bed, I had the fan on. This is always on, btw. Then the temperature problems started.<br /><br />With probably minute cycles, I went from hot to cold to hot to cold, etc. I dealt with this by flipping the sheet on or off. It would be too much bother to get up and turn the fan off and on. As I'd get hot, I'd have the sheet off. I'd start sweating. The fan blew the sweat off. I got cold, really really cold. I'd flip the sheet on. I'd shiver. I'd get hot. Rinse and repeat. <br /><a href="http://openlearn.open.ac.uk/file.php/3495/TA212_1_001i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 544px; height: 265px;" src="http://openlearn.open.ac.uk/file.php/3495/TA212_1_001i.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />It was like the thermostat set at 97 went to 100 to 94 and back, constantly overshooting the target temp.<br /><br />As I said, this would cycle in minutes time, but went on for hours till I finally fell asleep. It was soooo frustrating! I remember yelling out, "Knock it off!" "Stop it already!" and various other expletives (all g-rated, I assure you).<br /><br />I just wanted to share my (*&%*%#$&%&) day. Thanks for listening. Peace, out.annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-54408654592311913442009-07-29T16:02:00.002-04:002009-07-29T16:09:17.412-04:00CyclingNo, not bicycling.<br /><br />Part of this guaifenesin protocol is to keep a symptom journal. It helps you see trends that might otherwise go unnoticed. I keep weight, weather, meds I took, and how I felt or slept in it. Except, I didn't keep it out west. The notebook kept getting buried or used for scrap paper (:)). Then, I didn't start when I got home.<br /><br />Today it was soooo hard to make myself swim. My legs ache. My sleep is not refreshing. While swimming anyway (just 3/4 of a mile instead of a mile), I thought that I felt like this yesterday. And on monday (when I only swam 1/2 of a mile). I can't remember Sunday.<br /><br />OH!!!!! I am cycling my legs. That is what is going on. It won't be forever. I have cycled depression, sleep (many times), even migraines (like 6 in 2 weeks, then none). Now that I know what it is, I can deal with it.<br /><br />Cycling, BTW, means that the fibro as it helps, works on different areas. They get better and worse. Eventually you will be done with that area. It can last a short time or a long time, but it is a sign that this protocol is working. Also, eventually, the good times are longer than the bad times.annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-3947361792751266902009-07-11T19:46:00.002-04:002009-07-11T19:51:09.206-04:00pests<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlklMbXLSlI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OE-3NNrMUYs/s1600-h/jbonleaf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlklMbXLSlI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OE-3NNrMUYs/s320/jbonleaf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357354127167539794" /></a><br />We saw one (1) japanese beetle on the underside of a grape leaf. David crunched it. I bought a beetle trap. After only a few hours we had more than 30-40 beetles. Yuck.annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-56759825587630652982009-07-09T16:28:00.003-04:002009-07-09T16:39:24.379-04:00The beard
<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlZT2c1BZRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Bd0bBGpfOgo/s1600-h/bearded+kilted+david.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlZT2c1BZRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Bd0bBGpfOgo/s320/bearded+kilted+david.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356561001720407314" /></a>
<br />
<br />So, I don't like the beard. I really REALLY didn't like it. Besides making him look older, I had this strong repugnance. I finally figured it out. It makes him look like <a href="http://hi5.com/friend/photos/displayPhotoUser.do?ownerId=315621325&artistType=&photoFuid=0049003212030062c7D5003212#2417459870_315621325_229601892_0">this guy</a>
<br />. This guy, who presented <a href="http://www.zoominfo.com/people/Sebring_Douglas_28018234.aspx">this</a> (See #7).
<br />
<br />The beard is gone.annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-79290977637631648312009-07-09T13:14:00.003-04:002009-07-09T16:28:06.625-04:00Some Portland PicturesThis is Jacob. <A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYlsqNierI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AzITEq_P_Ts/s1600-h/west+coast+054.JPG"><IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356510255979330226 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYlsqNierI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AzITEq_P_Ts/s320/west+coast+054.JPG" border=0></A> This is Sammy, getting ready for an overnight campout. They went fishing and he caught a crayfish and a trout. <A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYlsf1jxoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/3vVJQBhONbM/s1600-h/west+coast+051.JPG"><IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356510253194397314 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYlsf1jxoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/3vVJQBhONbM/s320/west+coast+051.JPG" border=0></A> Ryan came home with all the makings for sword fighting. It reminded me of Kevin. Also of monty python: "I cut off your leg" "Tis only a flesh wound."annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-3162880764610776482009-07-09T13:04:00.003-04:002009-07-09T13:14:17.438-04:00Home, Sweet HomeI know that you are aware that I got home on July 4th. I thought I'd send you a few pictures to illustrate my journey.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYkYZQgZ0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/7e8JLKop4rM/s1600-h/west+coast+064.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYkYZQgZ0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/7e8JLKop4rM/s320/west+coast+064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356508808319362882" /></a><br /><br />This is the Las Vegas airport where I spent nearly 3 hours. In case I was bored, the slot machines are everywhere. I did not partake.<br /><br /><br /><br />When I got to Cleveland, this fellow was waiting in Baggage Claim. I am not sure what possessed him to meet me in full Scot regalia, but I was glad to see him.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYkYhg5GUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5OPZLRZvpzU/s1600-h/west+coast+066.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYkYhg5GUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5OPZLRZvpzU/s320/west+coast+066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356508810535573826" /></a><br /><br />Some of our bounteous garden--what the deer haven't eaten.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYlK-BLjGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TttaLzRDX3w/s1600-h/west+coast+070.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYlK-BLjGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TttaLzRDX3w/s320/west+coast+070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356509677180652642" /></a>annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-69792364491422128682009-06-26T16:12:00.002-04:002009-06-26T17:00:35.295-04:00Airline/Airport/Airplane RuminationsSo the people watching was pretty fun traveling from Sacramento to Portland. These were the observations I made, in a stream of consciousness ala Holden Caufield, but without the swearing.<br /><br />In the airport:<br />Wonder what the protocol is for where one sits while waiting. Usually, one tries to leave a seat between you and anyone else. Do you respect a piece of luggage or a purse guarding a seat?? Stay away from freaky looking peeps. Or ones who don't look like they've had a bath in a while. I thought all those peeps were at the greyhound station. What about eye contact?? Man, I feel sorry for the moms with a toddler who is tired of traveling all day and can't feel comforted. Maybe it's because I have been there before, but I don't get upset, I just feel sorry for them. I made eye contact and commiserated. Is the gray haired lady traveling with her 10 year old granddaughter or is she prematurely grey?<br /><br />About the airline: <br />Yes, I got a good fare, but the threats of death and dismemberment if you have ANYTHING more than 2 pieces of carryon are old. I realize that sometimes people really abuse this, but c'mon already. Is the dayplanner a third item? How about the water I am carrying? The woman who is carrying a baby? does she have to send the kid to the cargo??<br /><br />The airplane itself:<br />A 737. Didn't I hear once that these guys had problems?? Oh, well, too late now. God knows when I am gonna die so worrying about it won't help. Oh oh, looks pretty crowded. Normally people sit in the aisle seat or the window seat. Looks like we are going to have to use the middle seat. So, who looks like they won't take up 1 1/2 seats? Who looks non-scowly (yes, I made up that word)? Okay, here's a couple taking up the window and middle seats. She is all over him, so maybe I can have 2 armrests. Oh, and they look older than me. I wonder if they are newly married--her head on his shoulder, holding hands, other hand on upper inner thighs of the other person. Hmmm, she has a wedding ring but he doesn't. Maybe they are on their honeymoon. Maybe he doesn't believe in wedding rings? Some older guys don't. Oh WAIT!! Maybe she's married to someone else and this is a rendezvous with her LOVER!. Oooh, yuck. Well, if it gives me more seat, I can just ignore their goo-goo eyes.<br /><br />Here comes a mom with a daughter and a small (say 2 month old) on her shoulder. Poor mommy. As she comes by me I notice that there is another baby IN THE BAG she's holding in front of her! Oh, wait, that's a doll. Pheeeww.<br /><br />Look, the guy two rows ahead is wearing a redsox cap. Maybe he knows Ryan? No, that is just dumb. The sox have lots of fans. The two little redstockings on the back are cute.<br /><br />I think this flight crew is tired. I have never heard the warning spiel so quickly done. I know not many people listen, but the words should be comprehensible. <br /><br />The captain just made an announcement. Is it dad??? I can't even hear him. Hope it wasn't something I needed to know, like, say, THE PLANE IS CRASHING!! Repeatedly he makes announcements that I can't hear. He must be tired.<br /><br />Who uses airplane bathrooms? Doesn't everybody watch their liquids and go in the airport just before getting on?? It's only a 90 minute flight. Well, most of them were men, for whom peeing at a hole in the plane is no different than peeing at the airport. Still, there were some women. Maybe the older woman needs to have the Detrol discussion with her dr? And I could understand if a woman was pregnant, or if someone had a bladder infection, or took a diuretic just before boarding (but who would do that?), or had high sugar.<br /><br />That guy diagonal to me is drinking beer. He looks too young. Wonder if they card on airplanes. Sorry to stereotype, but Asians tend to look young for their age.<br /><br />The 3 girls in the row opposite mine are discussing getting a master's degree. One really likes Ohio. But no one knows where Ohio is. It's in the midwest, I think. It goes Indiana, Illinois, Ohio, I think. Maybe Jenna can help them. Even with the napkins from the flight attendant with the states outlined on them doesn't help. And they wanted to go somewhere where they won't have to take the G.R.E.---Or did they actually say M.R.E.??<br /><br />They are offering peanuts for a snack. Who does that anymore since the peanut dust carries all through the plane and so many people these days are allergic to peanuts. I mean, anaphylactilly allergic. I look in the seat back in front of me. I see a bag of peanuts and a bag of wheat thins. Wonder how long they have been there?? Last flight?? All flights today?? Last month? When they collect trash, I throw them out as my good deed for the day. When they are collecting trash, I see a kid up ahead give the flight attendant some origami. Makes me think of David. And Ryan.<br /><br />When we are descending to Portland International, for some reason the pilot keeps rolling the plane like a new driver overcorrecting. I am getting seasick. I don't think I will look out the window anymore. It keeps up. I think I will just assume that there is a lot of turbulence rather than a new driver. Whoa, that was bad. Then comes the landing. Pretty rough.<br /><br />Let's do this again in 9 days or so.<br /><br />love to ya guys.annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-285084931188078412009-06-24T16:10:00.001-04:002009-06-24T16:10:16.078-04:00Learning at my age<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><font color='#000000'><big>I just started using <b>Mozilla Firefox</b>. Braden is giving me lessons.</big></font> Here's a link to <a href='http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=e419fb40e21cef00VgnVCM1000001f5e340aRCRD'>lds.org </a>and <a href='http://www.facebook.com/home.php'>facebook.com</a><br/><br/></div>annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-50572801522255678962009-06-19T21:29:00.005-04:002009-06-19T21:41:51.825-04:00KatieI don't know why this picture is sideways--it isn't that way in "my pictures". Katie has the cutest high watt smile. Her face just lights up.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw8a8r2TuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Jb-nTYEu4VY/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw8a8r2TuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Jb-nTYEu4VY/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349216891073613538" /></a><br /><br />In the bath this morning.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77_ZnYFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/I2KeLnFjiV8/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77_ZnYFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/I2KeLnFjiV8/s320/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349216359226499154" /></a><br /><br />Recognize the doll?<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77vTE3EI/AAAAAAAAAXY/m4FRW_LfUvk/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77vTE3EI/AAAAAAAAAXY/m4FRW_LfUvk/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349216354904104002" /></a><br /><br />During her crawling around she got entangled in this styrofoam puzzle. It looked pretty funny.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77efhlCI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/UPdwcmzjYkY/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77efhlCI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/UPdwcmzjYkY/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349216350392914978" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77dImWmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KMg0cCKodEI/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77dImWmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KMg0cCKodEI/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349216350028323426" /></a><br /><br />My goal has been to initiate Katie to solid foods while I am here. By today, she was lunging for her oatmeal, and opens her mouth ready for it. Success. But messy.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw9zn--UGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UTjCcK1DqhU/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw9zn--UGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UTjCcK1DqhU/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349218414525042786" /></a><br />You have to kind of look close in to see the mess.<br /><br />Of course my other goals have been to assist in the move and spend time with the kiddos. Success there, tooannahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-55555854819450129222009-06-19T20:21:00.002-04:002009-06-19T20:34:21.779-04:00JennaJenna has this funny expression of complete bemusement and surprise. I was trying to get her to replicate it for me. Note the crazy hair in the face.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsfSAGgLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5v-zw9KeJWY/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsfSAGgLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5v-zw9KeJWY/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349199373329137842" /></a><br /><br />Okay, got the hands up anyway.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsfBY1cHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/X0Yaku7wpms/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsfBY1cHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/X0Yaku7wpms/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349199368869474418" /></a><br /><br />This is almost it---but has a "Home Alone" aspect to it.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsexNuVmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/QMJAc1UhWbE/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsexNuVmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/QMJAc1UhWbE/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349199364527904354" /></a><br /><br />Jenna trying some oatmeal after seeing me feed Katie some (pics to follow). She only took a couple of bites. Yea! for the haircut. Now you can see how cute she is.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwselpC1jI/AAAAAAAAAWY/NKDjFCdPZG8/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwselpC1jI/AAAAAAAAAWY/NKDjFCdPZG8/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349199361421268530" /></a><br /><br />I tried to clean Jenna's high chair, since the outer covering looked dirty. I got the cover off to reveal an encrusted black padding. I managed to remove that and wipe it down only to discover below THAT layer was this:<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsemIkArI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IVUesTVlNd4/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsemIkArI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IVUesTVlNd4/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349199361553466034" /></a><br /><br />So that's where all the food went!!annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-87052047486774477672009-06-19T16:43:00.003-04:002009-06-19T16:45:58.927-04:00The thing I love about these particular grandchildrenis that they act like sitting in Grandma's lap is the best thing that could ever happen to them. While it is annoying to not be able to sneak a potty break (or some ice cream) without hearing, "What doing grandma?", I have to admit that having a fan club is kinda neat.annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-76737705507634557092009-06-19T16:40:00.002-04:002009-06-19T16:43:09.339-04:00Katie BeeyahI love learning new languages. I am presently being schooled in Toddler. One of my favorite words is beeyah. or beeiah. It means spit-up. Jenna coined this when Katie was born. Whenever she saw spit-up she got very upset and yelled "Katie beeyah!!"<br /><br />So now all of us use it. when we hear Katie beeyah, we come running with a burp cloth. Or is it a beeyah cloth??annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-51117466307706277082009-05-31T23:28:00.001-04:002009-05-31T23:29:42.749-04:00Anal Southwest Airline EmployeesWhy will you not absolutely cannot let me board if I have a carryon, a computer, and a small purse, but will let me if I put the computer and purse in a giant, and I mean GIANT macy's bag??annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-27950544368572496832009-05-31T22:38:00.002-04:002009-05-31T22:46:27.047-04:00WashingtonSo, hopefully this is the last time I have to fly into Seattle. I am here to help Kerry and Braden move to, as Jenna calls it, "Caifohna Sacamento nussy". That is the nursery that she keeps talking about. Whenever anyone leaves, she has to cry the above so she doesn't get lost or left behind.<br /><br />Jenna remembered me pretty well, although it didn't hurt to bring her birthday present. After a little shyness, she now is my shadow and cries if <strong>I</strong> leave. Katie hasn't hit the stranger anxiety yet, so that is nice.<br /><br />I am babysitting while Kerry and Braden go to dinner with his cousin. They are so excited t have a real DATE.<br /><br />I asked Jenna if she wanted some milk, cause Katie was having some milk, and it IS 7pm. She kept mumbling something till I got it: peabutt caca. Or peanut butter and crackers for those who don't speak toddler. I am getting better at it.<br /><br />Not sure when I will get back...thinking july 4.<br /><br />love you'unsannahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-5531506710982463422009-05-07T21:51:00.001-04:002009-05-07T21:52:37.297-04:00Asperger's is a ninja.I saw this somewhere and just was enthralled. I wish I had no need to understand Asperger's. I sure see a lot of traits in my children. Maybe that's why Amy has it.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FgjmpjpiwB4&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FgjmpjpiwB4&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-3502148771734583012009-04-24T15:27:00.003-04:002009-04-24T15:35:49.528-04:00Picnic TableOur poor picnic table was made long, long ago when all the kids were still at home, I think. I don't recall any waterproofer being applied, but dad thinks he did it once...though not till already damaged.<br /><br />We decided to cover the top with vinyl (flannel on the other side) material. I remembered my 50% off Jo-Ann's coupon, so it cost about $15, as opposed to totally replacing the wood, which was dad's idea. That would have been significantly more money and effort. I got enough fabric to cover the benches also but we are waiting for dad to bring foam scraps home from work. Might as well make it softer as well! It took about 10 minutes to attach. There have been a number of rainy days, too, and it still looks good.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIUBxZkW1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/gyWzItnjCmY/s1600-h/2009+april+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIUBxZkW1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/gyWzItnjCmY/s320/2009+april+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328343329805720402" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIUBoJp5bI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ca6LshJjzU4/s1600-h/2009+april+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIUBoJp5bI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ca6LshJjzU4/s320/2009+april+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328343327323055538" /></a><br /><br /><br />And might as well eat out as long as the weather was so nice and the table could be eaten at without giving you splinters. Have you guys seen the gas grill we got last year?<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIUB-hFnFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vxftM5_GiYI/s1600-h/2009+april+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIUB-hFnFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vxftM5_GiYI/s320/2009+april+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328343333326920786" /></a>annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-7594011958308846732009-04-24T15:22:00.003-04:002009-04-24T15:27:22.445-04:00Trying new thingsI had to cut some lilac shoots when I covered the ground with weed block material. So, I thought I'd see if I could save any. Maybe they can go to my "living fence". :D Online, it said just plant them in dirt. Only maybe one had any roots, but a week later, all but one look still alive. I take them in in the evening and out for sun and water in the morning.<br /><br />I am also trying to start some veggies from seed. There are <strong><em>some</em></strong> that are growing. It's a miracle!!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIRyUXDnzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/JQNCZWoY7e8/s1600-h/outside+2009+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIRyUXDnzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/JQNCZWoY7e8/s320/outside+2009+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340865289264946" /></a>annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-11279308918791246942009-04-24T15:18:00.001-04:002009-04-24T15:22:09.703-04:00BlondeOkay, Carolyn. Look at the haircolor, not the face.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIRIxopUZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XBvINAMntUI/s1600-h/outside+2009+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIRIxopUZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XBvINAMntUI/s320/outside+2009+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340151593161106" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIRIpoCjxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q4Iqa5IVmq8/s1600-h/outside+2009+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIRIpoCjxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q4Iqa5IVmq8/s320/outside+2009+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340149443137298" /></a>annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-44727705031427553062009-04-24T14:28:00.006-04:002009-04-24T15:09:15.900-04:00Garden, 2009The first two pictures are of the "Living Fence" that I have been trying to grow for about 5 years. Only the forsythia on the west edge are doing well. The rest are just barely hanging on.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILfSu_hfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/o4Lzo4wf7-M/s1600-h/2009+april+014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILfSu_hfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/o4Lzo4wf7-M/s320/2009+april+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333941365507570" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILfLFzODI/AAAAAAAAAVA/yXtWGOA_-Tg/s1600-h/2009+april+013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILfLFzODI/AAAAAAAAAVA/yXtWGOA_-Tg/s320/2009+april+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333939313686578" /></a><br /><br />This is the front garden. The bachelor buttons have spread all over. The original came back (perennial), but also spread nearby. I love these flowers, which, if you deadhead, or take off blooms when they are finished blooming, keep on coming on.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJues0eI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3k-bIZvTEK8/s1600-h/2009+april+012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJues0eI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3k-bIZvTEK8/s320/2009+april+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333570856243682" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJf6L9wI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5yYbgq8blXU/s1600-h/2009+april+012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJf6L9wI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5yYbgq8blXU/s320/2009+april+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333566944999170" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ4K5F9NI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/90SKcmD1toM/s1600-h/2009+april+008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ4K5F9NI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/90SKcmD1toM/s320/2009+april+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332169733862610" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJJM56qI/AAAAAAAAAUo/3RYy1irwTvw/s1600-h/2009+april+011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJJM56qI/AAAAAAAAAUo/3RYy1irwTvw/s320/2009+april+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333560849492642" /></a><br />Looks like something has been eating these tulips.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILIyI1amI/AAAAAAAAAUY/d-Tk8AH5UH8/s1600-h/2009+april+009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILIyI1amI/AAAAAAAAAUY/d-Tk8AH5UH8/s320/2009+april+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333554658404962" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJNOPW7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Km0c9fcxRYo/s1600-h/2009+april+010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJNOPW7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Km0c9fcxRYo/s320/2009+april+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333561928833970" /></a><br /><br /><br />Lilacs<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ3-XcfJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/lqlH4ocBNqg/s1600-h/2009+april+006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ3-XcfJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/lqlH4ocBNqg/s320/2009+april+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332166371507346" /></a><br /><br />Strawberries<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ3iHPddI/AAAAAAAAAT4/z8S7QKJBjQg/s1600-h/2009+april+005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ3iHPddI/AAAAAAAAAT4/z8S7QKJBjQg/s320/2009+april+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332158787352018" /></a><br /><br />This is where the raised gardens will go. They will be 8' by 4'. We will put up two this year, one that is 12' high and one that will be 14' high (for carrots, etc.<br />The first picture is of where I was waterproofing the boards. Dan, that is the wagon I was talking about.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ36a1_UI/AAAAAAAAAUI/DIMA1rOoOzE/s1600-h/2009+april+007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ36a1_UI/AAAAAAAAAUI/DIMA1rOoOzE/s320/2009+april+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332165312019778" /></a><br /><br />If you look closely, you can see where the porch will be added upon. It has crushed limestone for its outline.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ3plxYoI/AAAAAAAAATw/ofBVFUJACrE/s1600-h/2009+april+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ3plxYoI/AAAAAAAAATw/ofBVFUJACrE/s320/2009+april+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332160794452610" /></a><br /><strong></strong>annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-81662546279804942902009-04-24T14:19:00.002-04:002009-04-24T14:26:53.513-04:00OOPS!I have recently noticed a large spike in the number of gray hairs. I accept that I am getting older, but thought I'd mess with it a little. I meant, A LITTLE!!<br />If you could see me in good lighting, it would be much more dramatic. I'm, um, blonde. a lot. oops.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfID4-B6d9I/AAAAAAAAATo/Twjn9eoujU4/s1600-h/2009+april+016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfID4-B6d9I/AAAAAAAAATo/Twjn9eoujU4/s320/2009+april+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328325586391300050" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfID4iLdsQI/AAAAAAAAATg/DuzNSb_b_OM/s1600-h/2009+april+017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfID4iLdsQI/AAAAAAAAATg/DuzNSb_b_OM/s320/2009+april+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328325578915164418" /></a><br /><br />Oh, and I have raccoon eyes, too.annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-25258302412028421112009-04-16T20:03:00.002-04:002009-04-16T20:11:34.242-04:00twitteryeah, that's pretty much it.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PN2HAroA12w&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PN2HAroA12w&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-12632848700265113372009-04-16T16:14:00.001-04:002009-04-16T16:16:31.687-04:00You make me proudLet's hear it for Susan Boyle. Let no one underestimate<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&feature=related"> a middle-aged woman again</a>. Look inside the book, don't judge by the cover.annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-2824227070662539202009-04-16T15:37:00.001-04:002009-04-16T15:38:31.829-04:00UFOA UFO has been spotted in the Cleveland sky. Some say it is the sun. So THAT'S what it looks like.annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-47597928034205364482009-04-16T15:18:00.004-04:002009-04-16T15:37:27.252-04:00Birthday GreetingsI know you are all dying to know about my 29th birthday last monday. First, how can I have a 33 year old son and a 31 year old daughter?? Must be the space/time continuum. Must talk to star trek about this.<br /><br />I had a lovely dinner of beef stroganoff on Tuesday. We couldn't do it on Monday because it was too late by the time I finished swimming and rescuing David, who locked himself out of the car at the Cheesecake factory. HMMMM. Of COURSE I'll pick you up. I had asked for a 7 inch chocolate mousse cheesecake, so that is what he got me. I love when husbands actually take the hint and run with it. Then I talked to Carolyn as I was driving there, and it was the GODIVA cheesecake that was so scrumptious. So I called him and asked if he could exchange it. They wouldn't take it back, which I thought but was worth the try. Boy, was it worth the try...they gave him a free slice of Godiva!! So, I got both. Yummmmmmmm.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SeeHiqkL-YI/AAAAAAAAATA/kFnDDc0lXlk/s1600-h/Cheesecake_GodivaChocolate.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SeeHiqkL-YI/AAAAAAAAATA/kFnDDc0lXlk/s320/Cheesecake_GodivaChocolate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325374114000271746" /></a><br /><br />I asked for a raised garden for my birthday, so Saturday we shopped. At the greenhouse advertising it they were $130. So we got the stuff individually at LOWE'S and for that price I am getting 3 of them, 2 that are 8 inches high and one that is 4 inches high. Today, I planted seeds in peat containers. I have never grown from seed before--I always got stuff from the nursery (or walmart) already sprouted. We will see. If they don't germinate, the nursery option is still open. I planted seeds of green beens, peas, carrots, radish, spinach, corn, kale, zuchini, and yellow squash. They also say that you can train your squash to grow up a trellis or a tomato thingie (how specific).<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SeeH7ELKWZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/55_xrqpHcMo/s1600-h/raised_bed_gardening_from_deans_greenhouse.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SeeH7ELKWZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/55_xrqpHcMo/s320/raised_bed_gardening_from_deans_greenhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325374533191489938" /></a><br /><br />They say that you can grow things closer together in a raised bed. Probably because you only put GOOD soil in it.annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-44552954458379336332009-04-07T16:31:00.002-04:002009-04-07T16:35:24.463-04:00HeadachesI hate them. People who don't get headaches don't realize how debilitating they are. My migraines had spaced out to about 1 per month. Now, today, I am having the third migraine in less than a week. Gotta stop, I tell you!! How can I celebrate Dan's birthday with a headache???<br /><br />I just realized today that I did not take thyroid medicine Sat, sun and yesterday. I also stopped my guai yesterday, as I realized that the mouthwash the dentist gave me for my sore gum has mint in it--I can taste it, not that it is on the label. Mint keeps the guai from working, so why waste the guai if it isn't gonna work. Maybe these 2 factors are complicit in the migraines.annahannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328noreply@blogger.com2