I am glad my children are raised... Brian and Jenni have done things that have made it onto the Web and maybe the ENTER key should have had a warning come up on the screen but they are adults and it is their lives. I had a Polaroid Camera at the end of High School and I took pictures of Liz and Carl as very, very, young children in the bath tub and that would be child porn. It seems that we have a society of knit pickers- I was just capturing a moment in a child's life- they could have been my own children so I never thought of it as anything perverted. It will be interesting where this ends up. The site below is funny because it takes place in our favorite city- yes- MILWAUKEE, WI.
http://www.fox6now.com/news/witi-090304-anti-sexting-campaign,0,7913936.story
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
People can be so silly
"March 30, 2009 (Orlando, Fla.) -- It's cheap. It's easy. And in its first big test, it worked.
A "polypill" combining five heart drugs -- three blood-pressure-lowering drugs, a cholesterol-lowering statin drug, and aspirin -- is safe and works as well as any of the medications alone, researchers report...."
I saw this reported on the NEWS and I couldn't believe it, are people that silly "oh, I don't like pills" boo-whoo grow the frack up. I have seen "dialysis" kidney patients take handfulsssssssssssssssssss yes more than just a couple. We are such whiners in this country- grow up! I guess you can tell it makes me mad- that we get upset over such little things. I have had patients that have a difficult time swallowing and there are techniques to help. Taking combination drugs can also be very harmful because what if you start having side effects it is very difficult to then change your medication because which one was it? A doctor I respected, when he got a new patient he would wean them off all meds and then gradually restart what he thought they needed- granted he was taking over from a doctor who because he was an alchoholic over medicated all his patients so the doctor I respected had a reason to err on the side of caution. If you want to read entire article here is the link:
http://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/news/20090330/five-in-one-pill-may-prevent-heart-disease
A "polypill" combining five heart drugs -- three blood-pressure-lowering drugs, a cholesterol-lowering statin drug, and aspirin -- is safe and works as well as any of the medications alone, researchers report...."
I saw this reported on the NEWS and I couldn't believe it, are people that silly "oh, I don't like pills" boo-whoo grow the frack up. I have seen "dialysis" kidney patients take handfulsssssssssssssssssss yes more than just a couple. We are such whiners in this country- grow up! I guess you can tell it makes me mad- that we get upset over such little things. I have had patients that have a difficult time swallowing and there are techniques to help. Taking combination drugs can also be very harmful because what if you start having side effects it is very difficult to then change your medication because which one was it? A doctor I respected, when he got a new patient he would wean them off all meds and then gradually restart what he thought they needed- granted he was taking over from a doctor who because he was an alchoholic over medicated all his patients so the doctor I respected had a reason to err on the side of caution. If you want to read entire article here is the link:
http://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/news/20090330/five-in-one-pill-may-prevent-heart-disease
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Brian's art work
I was very proud to be able to hang the picture that Brian drew for us as a Christmas present. I invite anyone in town or when the out-of-towners (Jenni to name one person) do return to the place of their birth, Williamsport please pop in to see this wonderful piece of art!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
A New Movie
"Where the Wild Things Are"............ a wonderful new Movie that I feel is a very good interpretation of the book!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
A new blog
I am back...well what is happening? Jenni won her case today, neither parent showed up to contest the court from terminating their parental rights... sad but Jenni has been working on that case since last summer. The children are with a very nice family and are doing very well. Also Jenni came in 3rd again this week in trivia, she says that the other teams must be cheating and also they are way old.... like Gary & I so they know a lot more... not fair. Brian's studio is coming along, what is nice is the complex main office moved into the space next to him so lots of coming and going of all kinds of people. Brian put up a sign on the door "artist at work" not really it is a sign with his picture. Gary and I are getting a make over on our "GARAGE" isn't that romantic well it is needed.... there will be before and after pictures, they start work tomorrow. Oh the best news for last- Gary has an abscess tooth, one root died on Sunday night. Boy that was painful... I had to put my nursing cap on to help and he woke up feeling better. But a root canal is to follow next week! Jenni failed her RADON test so she hopes she can get the seller to pay for the ventilation fix which is $750 dollars- she said growing up and having adult bills along with problems. Well that is all for tonight.
Friday, March 20, 2009
The Day Brian was Born
My story begins early on the morning of St. Patrick’s Day. There would be no screaming or gnashing of teeth, however there was a considerable puddle of water collecting on the floor. My water had broken which should by itself not been a surprise however it is vital to know that I was two and a half weeks late; he was to be a February baby. I had almost given up on ever giving birth because every day seemed unending, during the night, I would dream of throwing myself under a moving truck so that I could “get… this… baby… out of me”- I was out of my mind with the length of this gestation.
My husband and I were in a pub several weeks before and a waitress remarked, “wouldn’t it be funny if your baby was born on St. Patrick’s Day.” I replied with a glaring look and a very curt “bite your tongue.”
Despite the delay, today my baby would finally be joining the humble masses of humanity. We had gathered everything we needed and headed to the hospital. Our house was only a quick seven-minute drive into town. I was able to use this time to relax and take in the quiet rural scenes, before entering the cold sterile environment of the delivery room.
Upon arrival, we were greeted at the front door with a wheelchair to take me to the delivery floor, a nurse asked, and “how are your contractions”? I began to panic because my contractions hadn’t started yet. Thoughts were racing through my mind; I knew mentally that under no circumstances could I be sent home without delivering my baby today. That was not an option I could live with, I know I sound dramatic but I was tired of having shooting pains down my legs, sleeping in the recliner because I couldn’t breathe lying flat and having my toes so swollen that they resembled little cocktail hot dogs- this baby was coming out TODAY!
I must mention here that it was a time before sonograms, so I didn’t know the sex of my baby or have cute little pictures of the baby and I was very worried about the health of my baby.
Luckily, by the time I made it to my room the contraction had started. That was around 8:30am, the rest of the morning was quiet. I was nauseated and had mild contractions. Gary never left my bedside. There was a TV but the sound was broken and I was in no mood for conversation, he sat at my side quietly waiting hour after hour. Occasionally I would get up and try to walk around in the hall to get the baby in the mood to be delivered.
Then Dr. Georgie came in around noon for a check-up. He said that I had several more hours of waiting, I could also hear a woman down the hall screaming- I never felt that I could let myself go, I worked with these people, and if I screamed, I was afraid that the tales of my misbehaving would be fodder for gossip.
Shortly after the doctor left, I had an enormous urge to push so I slowly waddled over to the bathroom but quickly realized that I was experiencing a completely different kind of pain. This pain was “pushing the baby out” pain, I had moved into what they call the “transition phase”- this phase only last fifteen minutes and can be very very intense!
Luckily, the nurse contacted the main floor desk, this was before cell phones, and was able to get my doctor before he left. I had been helped back into bed. After just a few seconds I turned to Gary my beloved husband, I leaned over the side rail - grabbing the scrubs top with both my fist. Pulling him back and forth pushing my head into his chest. Chanting over and over, “I can’t take this anymore please do something”- “I can’t take this anymore please do something”- the pain was the worst I have ever felt, my whole body going back and forth as the pain mounted.
Just as I was at my wits end my nurse came in, she was a “single” nurse, the nurse who had never given birth. She felt it was her place that during the worse moment of my labor to explain that I had hours to wait and I had better settles down- droning on and on and on. I wanted to bean her over the head but I didn’t have the strength. She decided it would be a good idea to do a cervical check and what do you know the head was crowning…the nurse yelled, “I need some help in here NOW this woman is giving birth. This is when I asked for pain medication, I was given a shot of Demerol and moved into the Delivery Room. As I was wheeled in, my doctor showed up and began scrubbing up for the delivery.
On the way to the delivery room, I looked down the hall and saw my Mom and a distant cousin of mine. The Nurse anesthetist asked me, “what are you going to call this baby.” I was very groggy; I was in no frame of mind to start thinking about baby names- he mentioned Patrick for St. Patrick’s Day and that was the first time I realized the significance of this day. After a very brief time we had a baby boy, a very healthy baby with all the right parts in all the right places! A nine pound one ounce boy with strawberry blonde hair and a beautiful smile with a very healthy appetite. This baby was the first child born on my side of the family, and the apple of his Grammy’s eyes. We also found out about the family lore of my Grandma Martin’s, who was born in Ireland, being born on St. Patrick’s Day. My Mom had always thought that my Gram Martin was kidding because someone being born on St. Patrick’s Day who is Irish was just silly but she was proven wrong. A friend from work Sister Emmanuel dreamt that my baby would be born with red hair and freckles as did my Mother but she added the baby being born then doing cart-wheels down the halls of the hospital. Brian was a greatly anticipated child and with the exception of not doing cartwheels, he fulfilled all our dreams!
My husband and I were in a pub several weeks before and a waitress remarked, “wouldn’t it be funny if your baby was born on St. Patrick’s Day.” I replied with a glaring look and a very curt “bite your tongue.”
Despite the delay, today my baby would finally be joining the humble masses of humanity. We had gathered everything we needed and headed to the hospital. Our house was only a quick seven-minute drive into town. I was able to use this time to relax and take in the quiet rural scenes, before entering the cold sterile environment of the delivery room.
Upon arrival, we were greeted at the front door with a wheelchair to take me to the delivery floor, a nurse asked, and “how are your contractions”? I began to panic because my contractions hadn’t started yet. Thoughts were racing through my mind; I knew mentally that under no circumstances could I be sent home without delivering my baby today. That was not an option I could live with, I know I sound dramatic but I was tired of having shooting pains down my legs, sleeping in the recliner because I couldn’t breathe lying flat and having my toes so swollen that they resembled little cocktail hot dogs- this baby was coming out TODAY!
I must mention here that it was a time before sonograms, so I didn’t know the sex of my baby or have cute little pictures of the baby and I was very worried about the health of my baby.
Luckily, by the time I made it to my room the contraction had started. That was around 8:30am, the rest of the morning was quiet. I was nauseated and had mild contractions. Gary never left my bedside. There was a TV but the sound was broken and I was in no mood for conversation, he sat at my side quietly waiting hour after hour. Occasionally I would get up and try to walk around in the hall to get the baby in the mood to be delivered.
Then Dr. Georgie came in around noon for a check-up. He said that I had several more hours of waiting, I could also hear a woman down the hall screaming- I never felt that I could let myself go, I worked with these people, and if I screamed, I was afraid that the tales of my misbehaving would be fodder for gossip.
Shortly after the doctor left, I had an enormous urge to push so I slowly waddled over to the bathroom but quickly realized that I was experiencing a completely different kind of pain. This pain was “pushing the baby out” pain, I had moved into what they call the “transition phase”- this phase only last fifteen minutes and can be very very intense!
Luckily, the nurse contacted the main floor desk, this was before cell phones, and was able to get my doctor before he left. I had been helped back into bed. After just a few seconds I turned to Gary my beloved husband, I leaned over the side rail - grabbing the scrubs top with both my fist. Pulling him back and forth pushing my head into his chest. Chanting over and over, “I can’t take this anymore please do something”- “I can’t take this anymore please do something”- the pain was the worst I have ever felt, my whole body going back and forth as the pain mounted.
Just as I was at my wits end my nurse came in, she was a “single” nurse, the nurse who had never given birth. She felt it was her place that during the worse moment of my labor to explain that I had hours to wait and I had better settles down- droning on and on and on. I wanted to bean her over the head but I didn’t have the strength. She decided it would be a good idea to do a cervical check and what do you know the head was crowning…the nurse yelled, “I need some help in here NOW this woman is giving birth. This is when I asked for pain medication, I was given a shot of Demerol and moved into the Delivery Room. As I was wheeled in, my doctor showed up and began scrubbing up for the delivery.
On the way to the delivery room, I looked down the hall and saw my Mom and a distant cousin of mine. The Nurse anesthetist asked me, “what are you going to call this baby.” I was very groggy; I was in no frame of mind to start thinking about baby names- he mentioned Patrick for St. Patrick’s Day and that was the first time I realized the significance of this day. After a very brief time we had a baby boy, a very healthy baby with all the right parts in all the right places! A nine pound one ounce boy with strawberry blonde hair and a beautiful smile with a very healthy appetite. This baby was the first child born on my side of the family, and the apple of his Grammy’s eyes. We also found out about the family lore of my Grandma Martin’s, who was born in Ireland, being born on St. Patrick’s Day. My Mom had always thought that my Gram Martin was kidding because someone being born on St. Patrick’s Day who is Irish was just silly but she was proven wrong. A friend from work Sister Emmanuel dreamt that my baby would be born with red hair and freckles as did my Mother but she added the baby being born then doing cart-wheels down the halls of the hospital. Brian was a greatly anticipated child and with the exception of not doing cartwheels, he fulfilled all our dreams!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Brian's 30th Birthday
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this is a post card about Brian's 30th birthday. We start out with a POG concert at the ROSELAND BALLROOM in NEW YORK CITY. Then we went out to dinner at a very nice restaurant on Saturday night.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Watch Jon Stewart
All I can say is that everyone should watch the repeat of Thursday nite the 12th of March show. Finally someone has taken someone to task for their irresponsible actions! Make sure you watch the MARCH 12TH episode.
http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/index.jhtml?episodeId=220533
http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/index.jhtml?episodeId=220533
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
"Combo of Tests Might Spot Ovarian Cancer Early
Preliminary findings offer hope against a silent killer." these test are the closest we have have to fight this disease so I hope the women I know will insist on these test being done...I don't want to lose anyone one else to this disease- check out the details of the following web site
http://abcnews.go.com/Health/Healthday/Story?id=7053359&page=2
In the post "my thoughts" I did not want attack the men with the diagnosis of Prostate Cancer I am angry at the doctors- the Researchers
Preliminary findings offer hope against a silent killer." these test are the closest we have have to fight this disease so I hope the women I know will insist on these test being done...I don't want to lose anyone one else to this disease- check out the details of the following web site
http://abcnews.go.com/Health/Healthday/Story?id=7053359&page=2
In the post "my thoughts" I did not want attack the men with the diagnosis of Prostate Cancer I am angry at the doctors- the Researchers
In response to my thoughts
KhingKOBRA said...
I believe that your conclusions are a bi-product of your own anger and frustration. Their are a number of reason's why doctors have come to this agreebly god-awful and wrong headed conclusion. When I first saw the original story the first thing that came to my mind was what kind of egomaniac doctor would have the gall to conceal such a thing. If I had cancer no matter how slow-growing and how unlikely it would be to kill me I Have A Right To Know. Where as you blame the patient for this phenomenom I blame the person who actually is responsible, the doctor. I'll agree that some men might not want to know but as long as the cancer is in their body and not the doctors it is the doctors job to tell them. Then they can choose to get treatment or ignore it. I find it sad that you are blaming the victim in this story. Feel free to hate on the idiots like uncle teenie who choose their virility over their lives but don't forget that the original story was about idiot doctors who think they know what is best for the patients.
I believe that your conclusions are a bi-product of your own anger and frustration. Their are a number of reason's why doctors have come to this agreebly god-awful and wrong headed conclusion. When I first saw the original story the first thing that came to my mind was what kind of egomaniac doctor would have the gall to conceal such a thing. If I had cancer no matter how slow-growing and how unlikely it would be to kill me I Have A Right To Know. Where as you blame the patient for this phenomenom I blame the person who actually is responsible, the doctor. I'll agree that some men might not want to know but as long as the cancer is in their body and not the doctors it is the doctors job to tell them. Then they can choose to get treatment or ignore it. I find it sad that you are blaming the victim in this story. Feel free to hate on the idiots like uncle teenie who choose their virility over their lives but don't forget that the original story was about idiot doctors who think they know what is best for the patients.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
My thoughts for today
I was wondering what to write and then I watched the evening ABC News. There was a report dealing with Prostate Cancer and the PSA test used in diagnosing.
… “Researchers in the Netherlands suggest that many men who are
diagnosed with prostate cancer may have been better off never knowing
they had the disease … (researchers) found that between 23 percent an 42 percent of
prostate cancers identified by PSA testing are so slow-growing that they
probably would never have posed a health threat.
In other words, most of these men would have lived a full life and died from another
cause entirely, never knowing they had these slow-growing cancers.”
Men are fortunate because first the medical community discovered a blood test to easily diagnosis this illness, secondly there are enough men being tested for studies to be done on what is the best treatment, thirdly, it is men refusing to give up their “manhood” that caused doctors to come up with a safe alternative way to live a normal life.
in contrast when the medical community is dealing with women…
My opinion is –first, there is no definitive test for Ovarian Cancer, secondly for the most part when a woman comes in to the office with a GYN problem because Ovarian Cancer is so FAST growing it is like in “Alice in Wonderland” …. OFF WITH HER HEAD, – surgeons come in and remove everything because they are afraid that if there is no Cancer present at the time, they know a window could be lost so why not just take it all now before the Cancer sneaks in. After a woman is, done having children the Ovaries and Uterus serve no purpose so just cut them out. I do feel that one large part of what makes a woman feel like a woman is her Uterus and Ovaries and after the surgery, I felt like a gutted fish.
I do relies that all people have troubles in this world the “other shoe does drop”…it may take decades but, your turn does come you get hit with a run of bad luck something that seems insurmountable. For the most part, we get through it. However when cards are being stacked against a group of individuals due to lack of interest or with the attitude that is well it “is good enough.” Men had a problem they figured the best way to handle it and some men make it some don’t but it seems to have been approached systemically and solved… Women on the other hand because we also are living longer Ovarian & Uteri an Cancer is showing up more frequently but rather than developing a test for early intervention they wait and give a vague instruction “well if you feel blotting” call us. What woman doesn’t have blotting for GOD’S sake? I am begging people to talk to friends, doctor friends, research friends, anyone that will listen to come up with a 21st century answer to this horrible disease.
… “Researchers in the Netherlands suggest that many men who are
diagnosed with prostate cancer may have been better off never knowing
they had the disease … (researchers) found that between 23 percent an 42 percent of
prostate cancers identified by PSA testing are so slow-growing that they
probably would never have posed a health threat.
In other words, most of these men would have lived a full life and died from another
cause entirely, never knowing they had these slow-growing cancers.”
Men are fortunate because first the medical community discovered a blood test to easily diagnosis this illness, secondly there are enough men being tested for studies to be done on what is the best treatment, thirdly, it is men refusing to give up their “manhood” that caused doctors to come up with a safe alternative way to live a normal life.
in contrast when the medical community is dealing with women…
My opinion is –first, there is no definitive test for Ovarian Cancer, secondly for the most part when a woman comes in to the office with a GYN problem because Ovarian Cancer is so FAST growing it is like in “Alice in Wonderland” …. OFF WITH HER HEAD, – surgeons come in and remove everything because they are afraid that if there is no Cancer present at the time, they know a window could be lost so why not just take it all now before the Cancer sneaks in. After a woman is, done having children the Ovaries and Uterus serve no purpose so just cut them out. I do feel that one large part of what makes a woman feel like a woman is her Uterus and Ovaries and after the surgery, I felt like a gutted fish.
I do relies that all people have troubles in this world the “other shoe does drop”…it may take decades but, your turn does come you get hit with a run of bad luck something that seems insurmountable. For the most part, we get through it. However when cards are being stacked against a group of individuals due to lack of interest or with the attitude that is well it “is good enough.” Men had a problem they figured the best way to handle it and some men make it some don’t but it seems to have been approached systemically and solved… Women on the other hand because we also are living longer Ovarian & Uteri an Cancer is showing up more frequently but rather than developing a test for early intervention they wait and give a vague instruction “well if you feel blotting” call us. What woman doesn’t have blotting for GOD’S sake? I am begging people to talk to friends, doctor friends, research friends, anyone that will listen to come up with a 21st century answer to this horrible disease.
Friday, March 6, 2009
The Place to be In Pa
http://www.pajamafactory.net ..... is a web site about the location and general info on the pajamafactory. I think it is an amazing place and will grow into a real hot spot of Pa and of the NorthEast.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
MOVING DAY
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The Artisans Guild is housed in the Pajama Factory, near where Tag's restaurant was once located. I will be putting video up tomorrow as a follow-up to check it out.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Tick-Tock
Today is “square root day” 3.3.9 there will not be another square root day until April 4.4.16 7 years from now so enjoy the day. Spring is on the way, we will be changing the clocks this weekend and I will be very grateful for the extra day light. I don’t remember hating the dark as much as I do now. Soon the kids will be playing baseball, the birds will be heard chirping along with the fragrant scent of flowers wafting on the breeze.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Genius needs to explode
I came across this on a NBC news broadcast; I feel it shows that being unconventional can be a brave asset. If someone had told us during the 1960's that we would have a computer that we would use as a wireless phone that you then could watch your favorite movie's on it, get your news, play games on it and it would be smaller than a transistor radio we would say you were crazy. Being willing to see the unconventional ideas you see in your head, filtering out the one's that could cause bodily harm and then putting the ideas either into works of writing, art, or robots is something we need more of in these days of uncertainty. We need or genius to explode!
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