Monday, March 31, 2008

So Goodbye Yellow Brick Road...

I spent most of this weekend trying to remember what the heck I was doing BP (before plague). I felt like I was incredibly busy doing something, but after two weeks of playing nursemaid to myself and my family, I can't get my  groove back.

Then I set foot in my dining room. The bain of my existance.
 
Most of the rooms in our house contain collections of things my husband and I actually wanted, bought, or happily inherited. It's a compromise of pieces that are old enough to have character, but not so valuable I care if the kids touch them. With the exception of upholstered pieces, we don't usually buy new furniture. We both like to buy used, or old, and refinish ourselves. Our style is sort of "Mission meets Cottage meets Early Toddler". It's an eclectic mix, but we like it.

The dining room, however, has been a 1970's nightmare killing me for ten years. Not to sound ungrateful, but it all came from my mother-in-law, who loves to use us as her furniture and household goods depository. It is of our opinion that she gives us things that she needs to get rid of, but doesn't really want to. She unloads on us almost every time she visits, which is usually once a week. Over 10 years of marriage, you can imagine the stuff I've accumulated. (and I've tried to say no, but it ain't easy...)

First there is the drop-leaf dining table. It's not unattractive, it's just a pain in the butt to sit at with more than four people. With six people, everyone on the sides is forced to straddle a table leg, and it's just a drag. Hubby and I both agree this table has to go, but we can't agree on what should replace it. It has to be old, and it has to be interesting. This table came with four rush-seated ladder back chairs that are unbelievably uncomfortable. Makes having dinner parties in there rather unappealing.

Then there is a smaller drop-leaf side table that my MIL refinished herself back in the 70's. The top is a nice maple, but the bottom was first painted a lovely avocado green and then "antiqued" like they used to do back then. It's a decent enough little table, but I'd ultimately love to get a more functional buffet, dresser, or some kind of low cabinet in there instead. It's one of those things I'll have to find at auction or an antique shop, and I'll just know when I see it.

Then there's the china closet (or "hutch"). MIL gave this to us when we bought our first house because she wanted a new one. It's from her first marriage (to my husband's father, who he has no relationship with), and it's got the federal style drawer pulls and again, the "antique" finish that was so popular in 1969. She balked at me 10 years ago when I asked if we could paint it. Really, I don't understand how you can have such sentimental attachment to a piece of furniture, give it away, and then place conditions on how it can be treated. I wasn't asking to chop it up for firewood, and it's far from a priceless antique (I'm guessing craig's list value is around $100), I just want to give it a facelift. It's a decent size, has nice enough lines, and once you remove the hardware and fretwork, it's not too bad. Considering the cost to replace this size piece, I prefer to refinish.

And that's where we are. Two weeks ago I finally got her blessing to paint the darn thing. I had just emptied the contects onto the dining table (a ridiculous amount of things that I am soooo getting rid of at our community yard sale in a few weeks), when the plague hit.

Finally feeling a little stronger on Saturday, we moved the china closet and the small drop leaf table down to the workshop in the basement. I spent yesterday sanding, priming, and putting on a first coat. I had the basement door open, music playing, and I was happily covered in paint. It felt so right.

I love the 1970's just as much as anyone for the music (hence, my homage to Elton John), the toys, the Bicentennial, the advent of Atari and cable television, etc. As far as fashion and home decorating goes, however, that was one bad, bad decade. So, goodbye old ugly furniture...it's a new century!
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Friday, March 28, 2008

The Hills Are Alive...

With the sound of music...

Yes, I'm doing my Julie Andrews twirl around my living room this morning.

For the first time in 12 days, no one in my house is running a fever. And considering the 3-year-old topped out at 104.5 on Wednesday, this is a big deal. That isn't to say there isn't a fair amount of hacking and sneezing still going on, but the worst appears to be over. Yipee!

It was a real lesson for me, since my kids have never had fevers that high. Both my doctor's office and my wonderful peditrician neighbor told me to "toggle" Motrin and Tylenol every four hours for maximum effect, and this really seemed to help. (I have nurses on either side of me, a fireman across the street, and a peditrician three doors up - this is the perfect house for a neurotic mom like me!) Basically, the patient stays medicated, but since you're using two different drugs, you don't risk overdosing.

I've changed my tune about medicating low grade fevers too. What I heard from all medical professionals, and makes sense, is that you should only treat a fever in a child if they appear to be uncomfortable. The fever is the body's way of fighting infection, so it's the symptom, not the problem. My daughter was still running around like a maniac yesterday with a fever of 101, so it really just depends on the child. (Me, I'd be toast with a fever like that)

But it broke yesterday afternoon and we actually had a normal night.

I awoke this morning with Barry Manilow's "I made it through the rain" going through my head. (Being born in 1970, my internal soundtrack can sometimes border on the bizarre...)  But I really feel like some kind of warrior coming home from battle - veni, vidi, vici!  (that's Latin for, "We got germs, we got ridiculously sick, we recovered!")
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

You Know You're Really Sick When...

Okay, I'm on Day 8 of the Beutler Plague. (Doc said it was a 7-10 day thing, this nasty flu) Now that I'm off the wrong drugs (codeine, apparantly NOT a good thing for me), and on the right drugs (the infamous Z-pack), I actually made it out of bed for the first time in three days. Hubby went back to work (he's on Day 10), and the girls are unfortunately still in the throes of it (both on Day 5). It's been an ugly week.

A few quick observations.

You know you're really sick when...

- you have to steal your toddler's humidifier because you really need it more...
- you can't remember the last time you wore a bra...
- you hope someone has been changing the baby's diaper, because you suddenly realize that it hasn't been you...
- jello and tea seem like an ambitious dinner...
- you dream you've watched the same episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse 50 times with your sick toddler, no, wait, that really did happen...
- you reached the "making deals with God" phase (ie, "if you make me stop vomiting, I'll never swear again...")
- in a moment of clarity, you find yourself cleaning your toilet because you've been staring at it so closely it grosses you out...
- even the dog doesn't want to come near you...
- your hubby asks you if you want to change out of your grubby sweats before he takes you to the doctor's and you think, what, like it's a freakin' fashion show?...
- you blink and squint the first time you leave the house...
- you go to the doctor, and decide that he really is your hero...then again, so is anyone who will give you a cup of ice chips or a cold wash cloth

and most importantly...
- you're willing to admit to your mother that yes, she was right, you should have gotten the flu shot (and you will every year from now on...)

Ah, this too shall pass, I know. It's been rotten, but bearable. If I feel well enough tomorrow, I may try to reintegrate myself with society. Nothing drastic, I promise. It may involve nothing more than putting on the proper undergarments and going for a walk around the block. Baby steps, my friends, baby steps...
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Saturday, March 22, 2008

Where Art Thou, Spring?

Last Sunday my husband came down with the flu and slept for two whole days. By Tuesday, I had a raging fever and a feeling like there was an elephant sitting on my chest all day. I thought we were both doing better by Thursday, but by Friday afternoon, all four of us had fevers, nasty coughs, and various stomach ailments.

So much for Easter.

The grandmothers don't want to set foot in my house, and I don't blame them. My mom went to Wegman's this morning and picked up some prepared foods (some kind of lemon chicken thing) so hubby and I could eat something nicer than tea and toast for dinner tonight. My mother in law offered to pick up anything we needed, provided she could drop it off on our doorstep without touching anything.

Overall, I think the kids fare better with these kinds of things. As soon as they're both on Motrin, they're crawling and running around like they're fine. Which is both good and bad - I'm happy they're feeling better, but I don't have the energy to keep up with them right now and they're too contagious to take anywhere. And if I watch one more episode of Micky Mouse Clubhouse I'm going to lose my mind.

I just wish it was warm enough to open some windows and air this place out. I feel like we're suffocating in our own germs. Easter is typically associated with springtime, so I whisper quietly to God - "Um, not to rush you because you know what's best and all, but any day now would be just fine for spring to begin..."

Thank goodness the Easter bunny shopped early this year. Now in my Theraflu haze I just have to remember where I stashed everything...

Best wishes everyone, for a blessed Easter and let's pray for spring to get here soon!
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Monday, March 17, 2008

Life's Funny Moments...

My mom moved down to Baltimore last year after living her whole life in New Jersey. I know she likes being closer to me and my family, but I also know she gets a little homesick for the some of the cute shore neighborhoods.

She turned 71 last week. I asked her what she wanted to do for her birthday and she told me she wanted to visit Hampden. If you're not familiar with Hampden, it's this cute blue-collar-meets-artist-colony-stuck-in-the-1950's-urban hip kind of neighborhood. Tucked in the city on 36th Street, it's easy to reach via Cold Spring Lane and Falls Road. It's home to Cafe Hon, with its 3-story tall pink flamingo on the front, and many other award-winning restaurants. (See http://www.hampdenmerchants.com/) It's where old Baltimore "hons" live on. If you've ever been to Honfest in Hampden, you know that the beehive hairdo and cat-eye glasses are still in style.

Hampden is also home to a great mix of unique stores. 101 shops, according to the website. My mom had read about it in a magazine, and since it's inside the Baltimore beltway, she knew she'd never go on her own. (My mom will live out the rest of her days here in Maryland without ever driving on the beltway or in the city...)

So we had a wonderful time. First we hit David's Used Furniture. This place has been here for years, and always has a good mix of stuff. Here we found an official "Lord of the Rings" chair, a big tree trunk kind of thing for $1,600, an old traffic light for $20, and I found a butcher block kitchen table and chairs for $139. (I bought the table, but left the LOTR chair...)

Then we hit a few of the hip gift shops, Hometown Girl and Watermelon Sugar being my favorites. My mom bought some Sea Salt Soap and I got a serving tray that says "Smart Women Crave Good Company" - a 1950's looking kind of metal tray that benefits Big Brothers Big Sisters. Looks great in my kitchen. (with my new table)

Next we visited Lynne's Gifts. A cool mix of old and new. Everything from metal watering cans shaped like penquins, to vintage jewelry, to used salt & pepper sets, to new leopard print platform shoes, to butterfly things that hang from the ceiling. Here I got a sterling silver ring for $15, and my mom got a salt & pepper shaker set shaped like a teapot and cup. The saleswoman tried to talk me into the platform boots (they were 1/2 price), but I didn't think I could pull them off at playdates...

Which lead us to the next two shops - Five Wacky Women and Sugar. FWW has a sister store here in Cockeysville, so I was familiar with the shop. Very cute purses and home decor. This one was simliar, but a little smaller than the one near me. Under the same awning was a place called Suger.

What was it? We thought bakery? spa? lingerie? (you're getting warmer...)

Well, I turns out I took my mother inside an "adult toy boutique". Nice.

It took me a minute. I saw a male customer (not too many of those in these shops), and the salesgirl told all of us "this is a touch and feel kind of shop..." and again, I was still hoping it was a bakery. Then I saw the collection of vibrators displayed on the table and started to laugh.

"Mom, I think we should go..." I say quietly, smiling at the salesgirl with the nose ring.
"Why?" she said, not realizing yet.
"Trust me," I say, laughing. "I'll tell you outside."

So we got outside and I told her what it was. "It is your birthday, so if you do want to go back inside, we can go..." I joked.

"No, I'm okay" she answered, and we kept walking to the next shop. I realize some mothers and daughters are open about sex, but me, well, I'm 37 years old with two kids and still waiting for the "sex talk"...

So there you have it. I thought taking my mother-in-law to see "Something About Mary" (with the masturbation scene) was bad, but taking my mother to a sex toy shop on her birthday, well, how many daughters do that?

Have a Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone!

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Friday, March 14, 2008

Grow Old With Me...

My puppy you'll always be...

In the last year, both of the men in my house have developed high cholesterol and kidney stones. One can complain about it, the other just pees on my carpet.

Yes, even Fred the beagle has hit middle age.

I think a majority of dog owners misread peeing indoors. Unless you're in the middle of house-training, or your dog is experiencing old-age incontinence, this is usually the symptom of a health problem, not a behavioral problem. (Though when he peed on the baby's blanket when she was a month old, I was not entirely convinced of this...)

In Fred's case, he's got crystals (broken-down particles of stones) in his bladder. He's on a special prescription dog food (translation=expensive) to dissolve the crystals, and some pain killers to help in the meantime. To be honest, he doesn't look like he's in pain, but then, he has been a little crankier than his usual surly old self. 

Ouch. Poor little guy.

Apparantly, stones like this are common in beagles and are a result of their diet. We were feeding Fred Purina One for the last few years. Turns out the stones are comprised of high amounts of magnesium and two other things (I can't remember, it is 2am after all...), all three of which are in Purina One. His body just can't digest it.

I never thought of varying my beagle's diet, but it makes sense. Too much of any kind of food isn't good for anyone, humans or otherwise.

As for the high cholesterol, I can't figure that one out. I think Fred and my husband may have been having too many late night cheese and cracker snacks. They're both on a diet now.

As you can imagine, this whole experience hasn't been cheap. My word of advice to all dog owners: get pet health insurance.

I use Banfield's Wellness Plan for his shots, which is great. About five months ago, however, it occurred to us that our healthy dog will probably get sick or injured at some point. We didn't know what our limit would be financially on caring for him, and didn't want to find out.

I talked to a few people and decided on a plan with the ASPCA. (http://www.aspcapetinsurance.com) It doesn't cover shots, which is fine, but should (hopefully) cover almost all of the $700+ worth of stuff we've had done in the last two weeks. (If it doesn't, you'll be hearing me cry about it...) We still use Banfield for the routine stuff, but for anything more serious we go to a more expensive vet here in town. With the health insurance, we don't have to think twice about it.

Having a sick or injured pet is stressful enough, you don't want to have to worry about money when it comes time to make decisions for them. I know it sounds like an advertisement, but it's true.

And as much as we'd like our dogs to live forever, the reality is that they get old and sick just like the rest of us. So we'll all go on a diet and get a little more exercise. I'm sure everyone in the house could benefit.

Sigh. Welcome to middle age, my dear Fred. It stinks, but we'll make the best of it together!

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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Life and Toddler Logic

And so it goes, and so it goes...

the dog wants daddy's affection...
daddy wants mommy's affection...
mommy wants the kids' affection...
the kids want the dog's affection...


Though everyone usually gets what they want at the end of the day, it's always the same!

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I recently bought a king-sized headboard for my bed off of Craig's List. At $30, it's a great deal for a solid pine decorative piece that I'm in the process of painting.

I had it down in the basement the other afternoon, and after cleaning and sanding it, I gave it a quick primer coat.

To keep the 3-year-old busy (she soooo wanted to help), I have a stash of small wood things from Michael's around for her to paint when I do projects. On this day she chose a set of bookends, and was working on them in a light green paint.

She had her art smock on, and was doing a great job. Her little tongue was sticking out as she was deep in concentration. The paint was a bit on the thick side in places, but it wasn't important. She was happy.

When she decided she was done, she asked me for a bag to take them up to her room. I told her they had to dry first.  She said okay and continued putzing around (that is an official term in our house, by the way...).

I was deep into my own project, working the brush delicately around the turned posts.

At some point, my daughter asked me for a paper towel. I didn't think much about this and just handed a few sheets over to her. While she hates to clean up her toys, she is usually a stickler for cleaning up herself if she gets messy.

I kept working. My daughter was quiet.

Finally, I asked her, over the headboard (I couldn't see her this whole time), "Sweetie, what are you doing?"

"I drying, mommy"

"Your hands?" I asked. "You should wet them down in the sink first."

"Nope."

Hmmm...

So I stand up, and see her with a wad of paper towels, "drying off" the bookends she just painted. I did tell her they had to dry first....

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

More on Catholics & the Environment...

After posting yesterday I did some digging online and found a very long, but very good article on the subject. You can read Catholicm and the Natural World at http://catholiceducation.org/articles/environment/en0002.html.

While it doesn't address all of my questions, I thought the following excerpt was interesting:

Part three of the Catechism of the Catholic Church, “Life in Christ,” deals with Christian moral life. The paragraphs here are from a discussion of the Seventh Commandment, You Shall Not Steal. For to misuse any created thing is surely to take what does not belong to us, since all creation belongs to God and is granted to us for our use, not our misuse.

This section of the CCC sets forth the dual truth about created natures: they have an integrity, and thus a goodness, of their own, “their mere existence” blesses and glorifies God, but yet at the same time they are “entrusted ... to [our] stewardship” and “Destined for the common good of ... humanity.” The limits of our use of animals, and even plants, however, lie not only in the effect of such use on mankind but in “a religious respect for the integrity of creation,” and in the kindness we “owe” them. We may safely assume, however, that we are not violating this “kindness” as long as we use animals and plants for the true welfare of mankind. But the mere piling up of goods, as we saw above, is likely to be a misuse rather than a use.

Basically, it's okay to take what you need from the environment, but more than that is considered "stealing". I wouldn't have thought to use the commandment in this context, but it works.

I think a gray area still remains though. How much is too much? If the environment gets "damaged" for the betterment of mankind, is this okay? Who decides what is a "good" use vs a "misuse"?

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Monday, March 10, 2008

Catholics and the Environment

Today the news shared the Vatican's list of "new sins" which includes pollution, among other things.

According to Reuter's:

In recent months, Pope Benedict has made several strong appeals for the protection of the environment, saying issues such as climate change had become gravely important for the entire human race.

Under Benedict and his predecessor John Paul, the Vatican has become progressively "green."


It has installed photovoltaic cells on buildings to produce electricity and hosted a scientific conference to discuss the ramifications of global warming and climate change, widely blamed on human use of fossil fuels.

Okay, I'm purposely posting this on the Catholic Carnival, because I'm confused and hoping for some comments on this.

I thought I read somewhere (forgive my terrible memory) that a Catholic (though he may have just been Christian) senator made a comment one time that there was no need to protect the environment because Jesus Christ will return "when the last tree falls."  The theory here being that the environment deteriorating is all part of the "Last Days" as the Catholics understand them.

I thought that was interesting. I didn't know what to do with it, but still, it was an interesting take on things.

This doesn't mean that I stopped recycling, because I still think that huge piles of trash are a bad idea. I would at least like the earth to stay green and pretty while I'm here, and I'd like it to remain that way for my future generations if possible.

I guess what I'm confused about, is why the Vatican is coming out with this now?  It's not a revolutionary idea. And please don't think that Al Gore is some kind of fore-runner with this movement either. In the early 1900's, President Teddy Roosevelt was making a move to conserve large tracts of land from development, a record that was only to be broken years later by President Bill Clinton, who put aside 58 acres of forest and wilderness. But things go back even farther than that. Ancient civilizations showed plenty of understanding about soil conservation and timbering on their land. (Probably more than we do today because it directly impacted their livlihoods)

I suppose that, if you believe in being green, any big attention-getting motions you can do to make people stop and think for a minute is a good thing. Both Al Gore and the Vatican succeed in this regard.

So my questions are these - do Catholics view the deterioration of our enviroment as something humans can stop, or is it all part of the drama that is the Last Days? How does the Bible address how humans should take care of the earth? Do we believe that God will provide for us after the last tree is felled? Is using the earth's resources considered "damaging" it, and if so, is it too late to undo centuries of "damage"?

*Note: I found out more and posted again on this issue on March 11th.

Posted by Laura at 09:04:45 | Permanent Link | Comments (3) |

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

A Few Places To Visit

1) This week's Catholic Carnival 162 is up here:
http://snoringscholar.blogspot.com/2008/03/catholic-carnival-162-quiet-carnival.html
Sarah, at snoringscholar, has done a nice job of creating a "Quiet Carnival" this time - a place of reflection for Lent. If you have a moment to yourself today, go and check out some of the great articles!

2) http://oldwood.typepad.com/old_wood/
During a brief breakaway from the corporate world, I was priveleged to have worked for one of the finest antique dealers in Maryland - Gaines McHale Antiques in downtown Baltimore. Jean and Mike McHale started a little antique store here in Cockeysville over 30 years ago and have grown it into a considerable empire of French and English antiques. I was nosing around online yesterday and was delighted to discover that Mike has decided to start a blog entitled "Old Wood" that will cover all things about antiques. He's got a wealth of knowledge to share, so I highly encourage you to check it out, and ask him any questions you may have!

3) http://www.gracebeforemeals.com/events.php
I have talked before about Fr. Leo and the Grace Before Meals TV show and website, and now I encourage you to check out the events page. Fr. Leo will be giving talks, presentations, and saying mass in the US from Nebraska to Georgia, and as far away as Australia and Japan. I was pleased to see he's doing a Grace Before Meals presentation (which means there will be cooking and FOOD) at my parish of St. Joseph here in Cockeysville. Check it out, and if he's in your area, I strongly encourage you to go hear this very motivational cooking Catholic!

4) http://countrygroomer.blogspot.com/
If you're a dog owner, or dog lover, you need to visit the Country Groomer blog. Great articles and stories on dogs and doggy care, as well as real info as to where your dollars go when you donate to HSUS and PETA.

That's all for now- hope you find one of these helpful!
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