It started off in a panic. The outside workers at the company Ben works at decided to strike. The future of the company was unknown at first as it could not survive a strike long term. I was livid at the situation, at the sudden uncertainty of our future. I had been caught off guard. This is not like me at all, usually I plan for contingencies, usually I always have a 'plan B' in place. This time I did not and with my hormones raging I was not a person you would want to be around for the first half of this week. Thankfully the strikers came to their senses (I have a few other choice expletives for them but since this is a family show I will hold my tongue) and decided to go back to work by the end of the week, before the demise of the company and before they ruined the lives of the 130 inside workers who had no control of their futures. Thankfully everyone's jobs were saved and life goes back to normal next week. Crisis averted.
On a positive note, Olivia had her next round of tests at Sick Kids this week. Her ASD is gone and her VSD has gone from 6mm to 4mm. This means she will lead an absolutely normal life and she is capable of anything. She will have no limitations on her life in terms of sports or physical activities and it looks like she will never need open heart surgery. There is only one thing we need to watch for now and that is a rare muscle build up in her heart from the pressure of the back flow but that is rare and so far she has no signs of it. She is doing so well in fact, that we don't have to go back for another year! I am thrilled with her progress and couldn't be prouder of our little fighter. She may have heart disease but you would never know it by looking at her, especially with that infectious smile of hers.
The week ended on a high note with the visit of my Aunt Joey whom I haven't seen in a year and a half. Seeing her just made me realize just how much I have missed her all this time. I was thrilled to be able to introduce her to my sweet Olivia who thought she was great. We had a nice BBQ in her honour on Friday and a great time was had by all. I hope it's not another year and a half until we see her again!
Saturday we just took it easy and watched movies - a nice relaxing family day, rounded out with a nap and great snacks - what more could you ask for?
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Camping = Hell
I think its Saturday, my brain is having a hard time calculating the basics. Yesterday I had a momentary lapse of sanity and decided that a last minute camping getaway would be a great family adventure. Ben got home from work around 7:30 pm and we booked a site, packed the car and off we went.
We (thankfully) decided to stay close to home and only booked at Bronte Creek on the Oakville/Burlington border. By the time we got our ice and wood and pitched our tent it was 11 pm. Besides forget a few things like a tarp (did I mention they were calling for thunderstorms) and dish soap we were in fairly good shape at that point. Then we tried to inflate our airbed and realized we left the power cord at home. This caused an impromptu 'meet the neighbours adventure' and I managed to borrow a pump - not the right one but still an electric one so we 'MacGyvered' the inflation process. We tried to transfer a sleeping Olivia from her car seat to her play yard in the tent and all hell broke loose - she was mad as hell about it and let the entire campground know. We couldn't figure it out at first but it became abundantly clear in short order that she was absolutely freaked out but the 'zipping' of the tent zippers. We tried to settle her to no avail so we put her back in the car and went for a drive to put her back to sleep.
After an hour of driving in true stalker fashion (creepily slow in repetitive loops) to ease the jarring from the potholes and gravel road bumps she was still awake and Ben and I were ready to slash our wrists. Did I mention that I never got my nap on Friday and Ben was up at 5 for the gym? Anyways, by 1:30ish we had finally worn her out and returned to the tent. We successfully transferred her but then it took another 20 minutes to close up the tent (trying to disguise the zipping).
Skip to 3 am, I wake up crippled with the support legs of the airbed jammed in my ribs and hips. At some point in the last 73 minutes of sleep, our air mattress had died a slow death and I woke to find it without any vital signs. I elbow Ben and tell him I am going home. I ask if he wants to come with me and tells me that he brought a backup roll mat in the car and he will stay with Olivia. I leave the two of them sleeping while I make my ever so slow, try-to-unzip-the-tent-without-making-the-unzip-noise-and-then-re-zip-it, exit. I make it home just after 4 am and crawl into bed.
Alarm goes off at 8 am and I begin rounding up all the stuff we forgot the night before. I bring another mattress, the cord for the original and a spare pump and other odds and ends. I get back to the campsite for 10 am to find Ben sitting half asleep at the picnic table and Olivia in her play yard. All looks well at first but then I find out that shes been up since 5 am and the BBQ lighter we bought en route last night is empty...yes brand new and it too is without vital signs. Ben is trying his best to start the fire with a flint and magnesium block and a pocket knife. Just as he is about to give up on life, I surprise him with the fact that I brought the kettle and he can have tea.
Off I go to the park store in search of a tarp and a BBQ lighter containing fuel. They have neither. Off I go, back to civilization. I find a tarp, a pack of 2 BBQ lighters, a 30m extension cord to reach the tent and of course a bag of marshmallows. I am triumphant. Back to the campground. Boyscout Ben has indeed managed to start the fire with the block and knife and is stoking the flames proudly as I arrive. Olivia on the other hand is not joining him on the current upswing in outlook. She is pissed that she has 6 square feet in which to roam. Whaaaaaaa!!!.
I spread a blanket, get some snacks and attempt to lure her back to her normally sunny disposition with toys and my undivided attention. The thunder starts to rumble. We discuss putting up the tarp before the rain starts. Olivia quickly tires with the blanket limitations and throws and all out body wiggling , wailing temper tantrum. I am careful to steer her in the opposite direction of the fire an set her free. Off she goes, on the grass and muddy bare spots toward the brush, sampling sticks and rocks just fast as I can confiscate them. Ben says 'maybe we should make brekky and then pack up'. At first I am hesitant to admit defeat. I try and reign Olivia back to the blanket which causes another temper tantrum. In her bid for freedom, she takes a bite out the ground - yes a mouthful of dirt - and begins to cry. I begin trying to scoop out the dirt she rubs her face and eyes, spreading the tears and saliva and dirt everywhere. I am stunned by the mess and that was the moment I gave in. During all this, Ben did manage to make his breakfast which in itself is almost miraculous.
Ben says why don't you take her for a drive while I pack all this up. I recall having seen a Starbucks in my earlier travels and off we go. Even that couldn't go right as the location I had seen did not have a drive-thru and the whole point of me going for the drive was to put Olivia to sleep. I have to go all the way into Burlington to get the drinks. On my way back the rain starts.
Moral of this story?
Wait until your kids are old enough to walk to go camping?
Wait until your kids stopping putting everything in their mouths to go camping?
Make sure your kids are not traumatized by zippers before making them sleep in a tent?
Make sure your air mattress doesn't leak?
Make sure you bring a pump for said air mattress?
Make sure your lighter has fuel?
Make sure you pick a weekend that they are not calling for thunderstorms?
You can choose, all I know is that we will be making sure that the camping fiasco of 2009 is a one hit wonder.
One day I should tell you about the camping fiasco of 2008....
We (thankfully) decided to stay close to home and only booked at Bronte Creek on the Oakville/Burlington border. By the time we got our ice and wood and pitched our tent it was 11 pm. Besides forget a few things like a tarp (did I mention they were calling for thunderstorms) and dish soap we were in fairly good shape at that point. Then we tried to inflate our airbed and realized we left the power cord at home. This caused an impromptu 'meet the neighbours adventure' and I managed to borrow a pump - not the right one but still an electric one so we 'MacGyvered' the inflation process. We tried to transfer a sleeping Olivia from her car seat to her play yard in the tent and all hell broke loose - she was mad as hell about it and let the entire campground know. We couldn't figure it out at first but it became abundantly clear in short order that she was absolutely freaked out but the 'zipping' of the tent zippers. We tried to settle her to no avail so we put her back in the car and went for a drive to put her back to sleep.
After an hour of driving in true stalker fashion (creepily slow in repetitive loops) to ease the jarring from the potholes and gravel road bumps she was still awake and Ben and I were ready to slash our wrists. Did I mention that I never got my nap on Friday and Ben was up at 5 for the gym? Anyways, by 1:30ish we had finally worn her out and returned to the tent. We successfully transferred her but then it took another 20 minutes to close up the tent (trying to disguise the zipping).
Skip to 3 am, I wake up crippled with the support legs of the airbed jammed in my ribs and hips. At some point in the last 73 minutes of sleep, our air mattress had died a slow death and I woke to find it without any vital signs. I elbow Ben and tell him I am going home. I ask if he wants to come with me and tells me that he brought a backup roll mat in the car and he will stay with Olivia. I leave the two of them sleeping while I make my ever so slow, try-to-unzip-the-tent-without-making-the-unzip-noise-and-then-re-zip-it, exit. I make it home just after 4 am and crawl into bed.
Alarm goes off at 8 am and I begin rounding up all the stuff we forgot the night before. I bring another mattress, the cord for the original and a spare pump and other odds and ends. I get back to the campsite for 10 am to find Ben sitting half asleep at the picnic table and Olivia in her play yard. All looks well at first but then I find out that shes been up since 5 am and the BBQ lighter we bought en route last night is empty...yes brand new and it too is without vital signs. Ben is trying his best to start the fire with a flint and magnesium block and a pocket knife. Just as he is about to give up on life, I surprise him with the fact that I brought the kettle and he can have tea.
Off I go to the park store in search of a tarp and a BBQ lighter containing fuel. They have neither. Off I go, back to civilization. I find a tarp, a pack of 2 BBQ lighters, a 30m extension cord to reach the tent and of course a bag of marshmallows. I am triumphant. Back to the campground. Boyscout Ben has indeed managed to start the fire with the block and knife and is stoking the flames proudly as I arrive. Olivia on the other hand is not joining him on the current upswing in outlook. She is pissed that she has 6 square feet in which to roam. Whaaaaaaa!!!.
I spread a blanket, get some snacks and attempt to lure her back to her normally sunny disposition with toys and my undivided attention. The thunder starts to rumble. We discuss putting up the tarp before the rain starts. Olivia quickly tires with the blanket limitations and throws and all out body wiggling , wailing temper tantrum. I am careful to steer her in the opposite direction of the fire an set her free. Off she goes, on the grass and muddy bare spots toward the brush, sampling sticks and rocks just fast as I can confiscate them. Ben says 'maybe we should make brekky and then pack up'. At first I am hesitant to admit defeat. I try and reign Olivia back to the blanket which causes another temper tantrum. In her bid for freedom, she takes a bite out the ground - yes a mouthful of dirt - and begins to cry. I begin trying to scoop out the dirt she rubs her face and eyes, spreading the tears and saliva and dirt everywhere. I am stunned by the mess and that was the moment I gave in. During all this, Ben did manage to make his breakfast which in itself is almost miraculous.
Ben says why don't you take her for a drive while I pack all this up. I recall having seen a Starbucks in my earlier travels and off we go. Even that couldn't go right as the location I had seen did not have a drive-thru and the whole point of me going for the drive was to put Olivia to sleep. I have to go all the way into Burlington to get the drinks. On my way back the rain starts.
Moral of this story?
Wait until your kids are old enough to walk to go camping?
Wait until your kids stopping putting everything in their mouths to go camping?
Make sure your kids are not traumatized by zippers before making them sleep in a tent?
Make sure your air mattress doesn't leak?
Make sure you bring a pump for said air mattress?
Make sure your lighter has fuel?
Make sure you pick a weekend that they are not calling for thunderstorms?
You can choose, all I know is that we will be making sure that the camping fiasco of 2009 is a one hit wonder.
One day I should tell you about the camping fiasco of 2008....
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Whew ~ glad that's over!
I have been keeping away from this blog for a few weeks in order to not let the cat out of the bag. Ben and I are expecting # 2 in early February and we couldn't be happier. I'm glad that's over and now I can get on with babbling on about all things Alabaster :)
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Just a borrowed thought
I'm not a religious person but I came across this story and I instantly loved it. I just thought I would share....
"Not too long ago in Heaven there was a little soul who took wonder in observing the world. She especially enjoyed the love she saw there and often expressed this joy with God. One day however the little soul was sad, for on this day she saw suffering in the world. She approached God and sadly asked, “Why do bad things happen; why is there suffering in the world?” God paused for a moment and replied, “Little soul, do not be sad, for the suffering you see, unlocks the love in people’s hearts.” The little soul was confused. “What do you mean,” she asked.” God replied, “Have you not noticed the goodness and love that is the offspring of that suffering? Look at how people come together, drop their differences and show their love and compassion for those who suffer. All their other motivations disappear and they become motivated by love alone.”
The little soul began to understand and listened attentively as God continued, “The suffering soul unlocks the love in people’s hearts much like the sun and the rain unlock the flower within the seed. I created everyone with endless love in their heart, but unfortunately most people keep it locked up and hardly share it with anyone. They are afraid to let their love shine freely, because they are afraid of being hurt. But a suffering soul unlocks that love. I tell you this - it is the greatest miracle of all. Many souls have bravely chosen to go into the world and suffer - to unlock this love – to create this miracle - for the good of all humanity.”
Just then the little soul got a wonderful idea and could hardly contain herself. With her wings fluttering, bouncing up and down, the little soul excitedly replied, “I am brave; let me go! I would like to go into the world and suffer so that I can unlock the goodness and love in people’s hearts! I want to create that miracle!” God smiled and said, “You are a brave soul I know, and thus I will grant your request. But even though you are very brave you will not be able to do this alone. I have known since the beginning of time that you would ask for this and so I have carefully selected many souls to care for you on your journey. Those souls will help you create your miracle; however they will also share in your suffering. Two of these souls are most special and will care for you, help you and suffer along with you, far beyond the others. They have already chosen a name for you.
In parting, God said, “Do not forget little soul that I will be with you always. Although you have agreed to bear the pain, you will do so through my strength. And if the time should come when you feel that you have suffered enough, just say the word, think the thought, and you will be healed.”
At that moment the brave little soul was born into the world, and through her suffering and God’s strength, she unlocked the goodness and love in people’s hearts. Many people dropped their differences and came together to show their love. Priorities became properly aligned. People gave from their hearts. Those that were always too busy found time. Parents hugged their children tighter. Friends and family grew closer. Old friends got together and new friendships were made. Distant family reunited, and every family spent more time together. Lives changed forever. The world was a better place. The miracle had happened. ~ John Alessi
"Not too long ago in Heaven there was a little soul who took wonder in observing the world. She especially enjoyed the love she saw there and often expressed this joy with God. One day however the little soul was sad, for on this day she saw suffering in the world. She approached God and sadly asked, “Why do bad things happen; why is there suffering in the world?” God paused for a moment and replied, “Little soul, do not be sad, for the suffering you see, unlocks the love in people’s hearts.” The little soul was confused. “What do you mean,” she asked.” God replied, “Have you not noticed the goodness and love that is the offspring of that suffering? Look at how people come together, drop their differences and show their love and compassion for those who suffer. All their other motivations disappear and they become motivated by love alone.”
The little soul began to understand and listened attentively as God continued, “The suffering soul unlocks the love in people’s hearts much like the sun and the rain unlock the flower within the seed. I created everyone with endless love in their heart, but unfortunately most people keep it locked up and hardly share it with anyone. They are afraid to let their love shine freely, because they are afraid of being hurt. But a suffering soul unlocks that love. I tell you this - it is the greatest miracle of all. Many souls have bravely chosen to go into the world and suffer - to unlock this love – to create this miracle - for the good of all humanity.”
Just then the little soul got a wonderful idea and could hardly contain herself. With her wings fluttering, bouncing up and down, the little soul excitedly replied, “I am brave; let me go! I would like to go into the world and suffer so that I can unlock the goodness and love in people’s hearts! I want to create that miracle!” God smiled and said, “You are a brave soul I know, and thus I will grant your request. But even though you are very brave you will not be able to do this alone. I have known since the beginning of time that you would ask for this and so I have carefully selected many souls to care for you on your journey. Those souls will help you create your miracle; however they will also share in your suffering. Two of these souls are most special and will care for you, help you and suffer along with you, far beyond the others. They have already chosen a name for you.
In parting, God said, “Do not forget little soul that I will be with you always. Although you have agreed to bear the pain, you will do so through my strength. And if the time should come when you feel that you have suffered enough, just say the word, think the thought, and you will be healed.”
At that moment the brave little soul was born into the world, and through her suffering and God’s strength, she unlocked the goodness and love in people’s hearts. Many people dropped their differences and came together to show their love. Priorities became properly aligned. People gave from their hearts. Those that were always too busy found time. Parents hugged their children tighter. Friends and family grew closer. Old friends got together and new friendships were made. Distant family reunited, and every family spent more time together. Lives changed forever. The world was a better place. The miracle had happened. ~ John Alessi
Thursday, May 21, 2009
We're In
Well this move has set several new records....
- longest time we have ever paid movers - took them 9 hours
- most damage done - broken screen door and 3 walls now need paint work
- most electrical problems - all the outlets on the upper floor would not work, the CO2 detector was faulty and went off and all but one of the telephone jack wires are running to a mythical place that we have not yet discovered
- most calls placed to Bell to get services sorted out - upwards of 20 and about 400 minutes on my cell phone
- fastest unpacking - 4 days!! All that is left is to hang the art
I'm exhausted....
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Today is a sad one. I am sure you all recall me telling you about Kayleigh Anne Freeman and that I follow her blog daily. She is a heart baby that has been through 250+ procedures since her birth last June. She was born 1 lb and 1 oz and survived some incredible odds. Well she lost her battle last night. At 9:44 she passed away. I am having a very hard time with this news. I never physically knew her but I have checked in with this family on a daily basis through their blog for the last 7 months or so. I found them while searching for answers about Olivia's condition.
Kayleigh was an example of worst case scenario as far as heart conditions go, exacerbated by the fact that she was 3 months premature and her systems were not stable.
My heart is breaking for this family, as it has in many tough times in the past when things looked grim. Today I am kind of suspended in a state of shock and sadness. Its a parent's worst nightmare.
This hits very close to home as there was only subtle differences between her heart condition and Olivia's. I could not imagine loosing my dear sweet Olivia - I am not sure I could survive that - literally. I am so very grateful that our child is getting stronger every day but I am also so heartbroken for the Freemans. I know that Kayleigh is in a better place now and that she is no longer in any pain or discomfort and that brings me some kind of peace.
I don't know what else to say, all I can do is cry.
Kayleigh was an example of worst case scenario as far as heart conditions go, exacerbated by the fact that she was 3 months premature and her systems were not stable.
My heart is breaking for this family, as it has in many tough times in the past when things looked grim. Today I am kind of suspended in a state of shock and sadness. Its a parent's worst nightmare.
This hits very close to home as there was only subtle differences between her heart condition and Olivia's. I could not imagine loosing my dear sweet Olivia - I am not sure I could survive that - literally. I am so very grateful that our child is getting stronger every day but I am also so heartbroken for the Freemans. I know that Kayleigh is in a better place now and that she is no longer in any pain or discomfort and that brings me some kind of peace.
I don't know what else to say, all I can do is cry.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Chaos Abounds
Moving is quite possibly the most thrilling and horrific experience known to man. I should know...I have moved 16 1/2 times in my life - 11 1/2 of those in the last 10 years and this is the 5 1/2th move with Ben. I think its safe to say that I picked a winner. If you can survive 5 and a half moves in 3 years with anyone, its meant to be. A half move you ask? Well there was Texas last year, while we still maintained our place in BC, we had a whole other place there. It was furnished mind you, but we still had a tonne of stuff there and had to ship all kinds of stuff home at the end. Moving through the mail is actually quite cost efficient but the post people don't really like it. They get a little crusty when you attempt to pick up your 30Th Rubbermaid tote.
5 days until *this* moving day...everywhere I look is a disaster in this house. The basement is packed, the main floor is 95% done and upstairs is about 50% done. This is the most organized move I have ever done. Our goal is to be calm, organized, ready and perhaps giddy when the movers show up. Let's see if it works. We have 3 trucks and 4 moving men coming on Saturday so hopefully this will be somewhat painless. Fingers crossed.
We bought a new couch set on Monday - new to us I should say. Got a steal of a deal on a used leather couch, love and chair and while its got some blemishes, its overall look it quite good. We hummed and hawed about getting a brand new set but I think this was smarter, if Olivia were to say draw our portraits on it one day with a magic marker, I would not cry.
I had a wonderful first Mother's Day yesterday. Olivia and Ben got me a gorgeous Swarovski crystal ring. We had a fun family weekend of packing and getting organized. There was even some hysterical laughter as we went through old boxes and strolled down memory lane.
Olivia is doing well, growing and thriving beautifully. We did have a hiccup last week as we attempted to try her on regular formula to see if she had outgrown her lactose intolerance. NOPE shes still intolerant (which by the way I figured out myself when she was a month old and the docs had no clue). She refused to drink and we went through what they call a 'bottle strike' for 4 days. We're back on track now though and back up to cruising speed.
Today I came across an ad online from a local family in trouble. They couldn't make ends meet and their kids were going hungry. Now I know that there are all kinds of scammers out there but for some reason I knew this ad was real. I contacted the mother right away and found out how old the 3 kids were. They had been to the food bank but their allotment was insufficient (all she has left for the week was pasta and rice) and she doesn't get paid until next week. It broke my heart to think of these kids going hungry so Ben and I packed up a huge box out of our deep freezer for them full of meat, fish and veggies and drove it over to their home. One look at the house and I knew it was just as she said it was. She and her kids answered the door, they were so grateful for our stuff, I was grateful to have made a real difference to some people in need.
I really enjoy helping others, especially those in dire need. I know there are organizations out there that do it on a large scale but to me its not the same. I get such joy out of helping those who really need it, in person, face to face. It is the best feeling in the world.
Last year at Christmas, Ben and I helped out another family in need, the Freemans, who have preemie heart baby that I have mentioned before. They are actually going to be featured on 'The Doctors' TV show this month. Their gal Kayleigh has been through 248 procedures since birth and is not even a year old, she has never made it out of the hospital and its not likely she will. It's a long and complicated story which you can read all about at http://kayleighannefreeman.blogspot.com/ if you wish.
This year we are going to try and make Christmas happen for a local family who would otherwise not be able to do it. We are going to see if we can find an organization to hook us up with a needy family and provide Christmas dinner and a present for each family member.
I feel the need to find a good outlet for my ever increasing desire to help those in need. I have some ideas but I will save those for another day as this entry is now getting out of hand. Anyhoo, that's about all I have to say about that....for now
5 days until *this* moving day...everywhere I look is a disaster in this house. The basement is packed, the main floor is 95% done and upstairs is about 50% done. This is the most organized move I have ever done. Our goal is to be calm, organized, ready and perhaps giddy when the movers show up. Let's see if it works. We have 3 trucks and 4 moving men coming on Saturday so hopefully this will be somewhat painless. Fingers crossed.
We bought a new couch set on Monday - new to us I should say. Got a steal of a deal on a used leather couch, love and chair and while its got some blemishes, its overall look it quite good. We hummed and hawed about getting a brand new set but I think this was smarter, if Olivia were to say draw our portraits on it one day with a magic marker, I would not cry.
I had a wonderful first Mother's Day yesterday. Olivia and Ben got me a gorgeous Swarovski crystal ring. We had a fun family weekend of packing and getting organized. There was even some hysterical laughter as we went through old boxes and strolled down memory lane.
Olivia is doing well, growing and thriving beautifully. We did have a hiccup last week as we attempted to try her on regular formula to see if she had outgrown her lactose intolerance. NOPE shes still intolerant (which by the way I figured out myself when she was a month old and the docs had no clue). She refused to drink and we went through what they call a 'bottle strike' for 4 days. We're back on track now though and back up to cruising speed.
Today I came across an ad online from a local family in trouble. They couldn't make ends meet and their kids were going hungry. Now I know that there are all kinds of scammers out there but for some reason I knew this ad was real. I contacted the mother right away and found out how old the 3 kids were. They had been to the food bank but their allotment was insufficient (all she has left for the week was pasta and rice) and she doesn't get paid until next week. It broke my heart to think of these kids going hungry so Ben and I packed up a huge box out of our deep freezer for them full of meat, fish and veggies and drove it over to their home. One look at the house and I knew it was just as she said it was. She and her kids answered the door, they were so grateful for our stuff, I was grateful to have made a real difference to some people in need.
I really enjoy helping others, especially those in dire need. I know there are organizations out there that do it on a large scale but to me its not the same. I get such joy out of helping those who really need it, in person, face to face. It is the best feeling in the world.
Last year at Christmas, Ben and I helped out another family in need, the Freemans, who have preemie heart baby that I have mentioned before. They are actually going to be featured on 'The Doctors' TV show this month. Their gal Kayleigh has been through 248 procedures since birth and is not even a year old, she has never made it out of the hospital and its not likely she will. It's a long and complicated story which you can read all about at http://kayleighannefreeman.blogspot.com/ if you wish.
This year we are going to try and make Christmas happen for a local family who would otherwise not be able to do it. We are going to see if we can find an organization to hook us up with a needy family and provide Christmas dinner and a present for each family member.
I feel the need to find a good outlet for my ever increasing desire to help those in need. I have some ideas but I will save those for another day as this entry is now getting out of hand. Anyhoo, that's about all I have to say about that....for now
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