Ever since I got engaged I have been a huge Knot.com supporter. As you may or may not know I am planning a bridal shower. No sillies it is not for me it is for my friend Nora. She is getting married three weeks before me. In fact a month from now she'll be leaving for her honeymoon....I think. Sorry Nora spacing for a second!
The Knot has these helpful message boards where you can go for advice, help, wedding talk and if you just need to vent. So I have been looking for a particular shower game for a month now. It is getting down to the end of the wire and I still want to do this. So I figured I am a knot member I will post this on their message board. I know that someone somewhere has done this. So I typed up my post. It didn't show. I typed it again, it didn't show. I refreshed the page to see if it came up. All of a sudden there is like 10 of these messages that I typed.
I feel bad. I tried finding a delete button, nothing happened. I see one of my posts has a some replies. So I click it open. One was helpful. The other informed me that everytime I hit refresh it re-posts my last post or comment I made. Oops. Atleast I understand now why I have so many posts. I still can't figure out how to delete them.
All of a sudden people are posting. Jraehoner is a moron. People are yelling at me because I posted so many times. I had to type I am new get off my back several times. But the women were REALLY cruel to me. I am NOT repeating anything they said. I made a few "friends" that stuck up for me and reminded me what it was like to be new. Someone needs to do that once in a while. Now I am nervous about posting a question again. I know people won't pounce on me because now I know what I am doing. But jeez if they get that hyped up over a simple mistake. WOW!!!!
So you are now warned of the knotties. Oh and don't go there if you aren't getting married and mess with them because they call you a troll.....
Friday, September 03, 2004
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
This Poor Woman
The Story of Terri Schiavo
You may or may not know that I worked in various nursing homes during college. I have seen many things with my young eyes. I have stumbled upon my favorite resident dead in his wheel chair. I have held the hands of family members watching their loved one slip away. Shared in the tears of sorrow and happiness for they are suffering no more. I have seen a young man, not much older than I, lie there in a coma never to wake up due to a prescription drug overdose. I bathed him and talked to him and watched him survive because of a feeding tube. That is not a life that is an existence.
What I do not understand about the family of Terri Schiavo of Florida is this: Why? Why prolong her life? Why not send Terri to a better place? Why put her loving husband through this? Her husband has been there through all of this and loves her just as much as you. Why spend more money on the healthcare? Why would you want to put yourself through this?
I just don't understand. This story makes me want to cry. I love my family with all my heart! I love Josh more than life itself! But I would not want them to have to watch me go through what this poor woman has gone through. It is just causing strain for her family. The family cannot close this chapter of their lives. What good is visiting her empty shell of a body? That is all that it is. She looks around but cannot process what she sees. It is selfish of her family to prolong her life! They are only doing this for themselves, because she cannot be getting anything else out of this. I understand that she isn't being kept alive by machines for breathing, just the feeding tube. She could live for 50 more years on that feeding tube. If she didn't want to live this was respect her wishes. That is the best thing that you could do for her.
What I want my family to know is this: If I ever become "a vegetable" or have to remain on life support to continue on let me go... I have lived my life, there isn't anything that I would change. Remember the good times that we have shared. Remember that I will always be with you in heart and soul. I am not a religious person, but I know that I will go to a better place. I want to be united with the people who have passed on before me. We will be happy and wait for you to join us when your time is through. Honor my memory, respect my wishes.....
**Sidenote: I am sorry that this is such a somber post but this issue really touches a nerve with me. I was outraged when I first heard about this story and just thought that I would share my point of view and see what you think.
You may or may not know that I worked in various nursing homes during college. I have seen many things with my young eyes. I have stumbled upon my favorite resident dead in his wheel chair. I have held the hands of family members watching their loved one slip away. Shared in the tears of sorrow and happiness for they are suffering no more. I have seen a young man, not much older than I, lie there in a coma never to wake up due to a prescription drug overdose. I bathed him and talked to him and watched him survive because of a feeding tube. That is not a life that is an existence.
What I do not understand about the family of Terri Schiavo of Florida is this: Why? Why prolong her life? Why not send Terri to a better place? Why put her loving husband through this? Her husband has been there through all of this and loves her just as much as you. Why spend more money on the healthcare? Why would you want to put yourself through this?
I just don't understand. This story makes me want to cry. I love my family with all my heart! I love Josh more than life itself! But I would not want them to have to watch me go through what this poor woman has gone through. It is just causing strain for her family. The family cannot close this chapter of their lives. What good is visiting her empty shell of a body? That is all that it is. She looks around but cannot process what she sees. It is selfish of her family to prolong her life! They are only doing this for themselves, because she cannot be getting anything else out of this. I understand that she isn't being kept alive by machines for breathing, just the feeding tube. She could live for 50 more years on that feeding tube. If she didn't want to live this was respect her wishes. That is the best thing that you could do for her.
What I want my family to know is this: If I ever become "a vegetable" or have to remain on life support to continue on let me go... I have lived my life, there isn't anything that I would change. Remember the good times that we have shared. Remember that I will always be with you in heart and soul. I am not a religious person, but I know that I will go to a better place. I want to be united with the people who have passed on before me. We will be happy and wait for you to join us when your time is through. Honor my memory, respect my wishes.....
**Sidenote: I am sorry that this is such a somber post but this issue really touches a nerve with me. I was outraged when I first heard about this story and just thought that I would share my point of view and see what you think.
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Sad Time of Year?
Since being introduced to the wonderful world of blogging by my friend kmoka I have become an avid blog reader. I have developed quite the blog roll in my favorites folder in explorer. I have found wedding blogs, dating blogs, political blogs, and just blogs.
I have for some reason been sucked into several blogs that deal with the emotions dealing with the experiences of trying to conceive and fighting infertility. I don't know why I am reading them. Maybe deep inside I am fearful that I will have to go through this. Maybe it is so I truly appreciate the miracle of life. Maybe it is because I am a bleeding heart. Two of the women have just failed another round of IVF. What is next for them? As sad as their story is I can't wait to see if they can have a baby, if they chooses a surrogate. These women are so sad and both at the same time.
Then my dooce has been struggling with post partum depression and anxiety. It was so severe that she checked herself into a mental institution for several days to help to balance out her life. Part of the balance was to find a drug cocktail that she can live with. More tears.......
What is it with all this sadness? Is it because it has been a colder than usual summer? Why have I chosen such somber reading materials?? Will the world ever cheer up???
I have for some reason been sucked into several blogs that deal with the emotions dealing with the experiences of trying to conceive and fighting infertility. I don't know why I am reading them. Maybe deep inside I am fearful that I will have to go through this. Maybe it is so I truly appreciate the miracle of life. Maybe it is because I am a bleeding heart. Two of the women have just failed another round of IVF. What is next for them? As sad as their story is I can't wait to see if they can have a baby, if they chooses a surrogate. These women are so sad and both at the same time.
Then my dooce has been struggling with post partum depression and anxiety. It was so severe that she checked herself into a mental institution for several days to help to balance out her life. Part of the balance was to find a drug cocktail that she can live with. More tears.......
What is it with all this sadness? Is it because it has been a colder than usual summer? Why have I chosen such somber reading materials?? Will the world ever cheer up???
Monday, August 30, 2004
The Wedding Countdown
I found this cute little counter online. I cannot believe that our wedding is in 54 days yikes!!! So much to do... So much to pay!! Enjoy the counter.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Country Girls Part II
So here we are sitting in the biker bar. Because T and I both drank so much Friday we had 1 and 2 drinks respectively. A had 3 Mike's Hard Lemonade's and it was bar time. A drove back, again taking our lives into her hands. This girl flunked the drivers test so many times. A half blind, deaf, mute could drive better than A. We got home without event and went to sleep.
We got up about 9 am Sunday Morning so that we could be checked out by 11am. We threw on clothes and went down the elevator for the continental breakfast. By the time we got down the there were a few of those mickey's donuts left, cheerios, raisin bran and some english muffins. T dished up some raisin bran, I grabbed a donut and an english muffin and A grabbed a muffin as well. I went over to the fancy dancy toaster to toast my english muffin and stood by the counter. Then A came over and put her muffin in the other side of the toaster. We were standing there in a daze. All of the sudden we hear "EXCUSE me girls" in a nasty tone from behind us. I turn around and there is an old man we say "yes...." He then proceeds to tell us we were rude for standing in front of the toaster. We explained that we were waiting for our muffins to toast. He says that we are in the way of the supplies, when in fact we weren't. I told him to say excuse me and we would move. He said : I and you didn't" I was so pissed. We were already creating a scene in the little room. So I really didn't want to tell him that he should stop being such an asshole, there is no need for that that early in the day. But I was REALLY close to it.
We go back to the elevator to shower and get dressed to be ready by check out. We were patiently waiting by the door behind these two black guys. They were talking about drinking Hennessy and smokin' blunts. I know what you are thinking HIGH class hotel huh???? The younger of the two guys notices that there are 3 young women standing behind him. He slyly turns around and says "I didn't know that the Miss Minnesota finalists are staying her. Miss Minnesota 1, 2 and 3. " I was still annoyed from the asshole old guy now this...? So I simply said "Oh it is too bad that we are from Wisconsin." Hoping that would shut him up. He proceeded to ask us where we were all from. A the dingbat says "Oh well I am from Minnesota, they are just here visiting". The elevator arrives. This guy starts hitting on A like there is no tomorrow. T and I are just ignoring him. The elevator arrives on our floor and wouldn't you know it it is their floor too. We start walking out of the elevator, practically running to our room the guy is calling "Miss Minnesota, Miss Minnesota come back." He kept pursuing A so fiercely that we had to slam the room door in his face.
We get ready to go without event. A asked us if we knew how to get out of where she drug us to. I said that we would look at a map. So you would figure that when we got to the car she would point out where we should go. She didn't so we looked at the map thought that we had it figured out. We didn't. We got on the Interstate and just as we got on I realized that we needed to be in the far left lane to get where we were going. Oops. We made it out of the city alive with a lot of things that we learned.
1. Get directions!!
2. Don't ride in car with crazy braking girl ever again.
3. Pick a bar close to your hotel.
4. Pay a little extra for a decent hotel room....there was a holiday inn just up the street.
5. Just let us pick a hotel next time.
6. When a sketchy guy starts hitting on you do ANYTHING to blow him off.
7. Don't assume the hotel room is being split three ways.
We got up about 9 am Sunday Morning so that we could be checked out by 11am. We threw on clothes and went down the elevator for the continental breakfast. By the time we got down the there were a few of those mickey's donuts left, cheerios, raisin bran and some english muffins. T dished up some raisin bran, I grabbed a donut and an english muffin and A grabbed a muffin as well. I went over to the fancy dancy toaster to toast my english muffin and stood by the counter. Then A came over and put her muffin in the other side of the toaster. We were standing there in a daze. All of the sudden we hear "EXCUSE me girls" in a nasty tone from behind us. I turn around and there is an old man we say "yes...." He then proceeds to tell us we were rude for standing in front of the toaster. We explained that we were waiting for our muffins to toast. He says that we are in the way of the supplies, when in fact we weren't. I told him to say excuse me and we would move. He said : I and you didn't" I was so pissed. We were already creating a scene in the little room. So I really didn't want to tell him that he should stop being such an asshole, there is no need for that that early in the day. But I was REALLY close to it.
We go back to the elevator to shower and get dressed to be ready by check out. We were patiently waiting by the door behind these two black guys. They were talking about drinking Hennessy and smokin' blunts. I know what you are thinking HIGH class hotel huh???? The younger of the two guys notices that there are 3 young women standing behind him. He slyly turns around and says "I didn't know that the Miss Minnesota finalists are staying her. Miss Minnesota 1, 2 and 3. " I was still annoyed from the asshole old guy now this...? So I simply said "Oh it is too bad that we are from Wisconsin." Hoping that would shut him up. He proceeded to ask us where we were all from. A the dingbat says "Oh well I am from Minnesota, they are just here visiting". The elevator arrives. This guy starts hitting on A like there is no tomorrow. T and I are just ignoring him. The elevator arrives on our floor and wouldn't you know it it is their floor too. We start walking out of the elevator, practically running to our room the guy is calling "Miss Minnesota, Miss Minnesota come back." He kept pursuing A so fiercely that we had to slam the room door in his face.
We get ready to go without event. A asked us if we knew how to get out of where she drug us to. I said that we would look at a map. So you would figure that when we got to the car she would point out where we should go. She didn't so we looked at the map thought that we had it figured out. We didn't. We got on the Interstate and just as we got on I realized that we needed to be in the far left lane to get where we were going. Oops. We made it out of the city alive with a lot of things that we learned.
1. Get directions!!
2. Don't ride in car with crazy braking girl ever again.
3. Pick a bar close to your hotel.
4. Pay a little extra for a decent hotel room....there was a holiday inn just up the street.
5. Just let us pick a hotel next time.
6. When a sketchy guy starts hitting on you do ANYTHING to blow him off.
7. Don't assume the hotel room is being split three ways.
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