I know that the first rule of blogging is that in order to keep readers coming back and interested, one has to post. But when there's nothing to report, what does a blogger do? So, I thought I'd tell you about my weekend.
Every year, usually on the Victoria Day long weekend, V. and I have the our first big BBQ of the summer. Because he and his Dad celebrate their birthdays within 4 days of each other and usually, on is on the long weekend, this has become the annual birthday bbq. And we have several other friends and family members who are also celebrating around this time. And when I say big, I mean big. The guest list is upwards of 80-100 people. Of course not everyone is able to make it, but we usually average 40-50 people.
In the past, the weather has usually been decent, but we've often had a sprinkling of rain. This year, in the hopes of better weather and more people being able to come, we moved the event to the next weekend, May 27th. We still averaged about 40-50 people, and as usual some were able to join us and others not. However, this year we had amazing weather. The sky was clear, no clouds, and the sun out. I believe the temperature was about 25C (about 77F). Everyone had a great time.
If you know me, I tend to stress for days prior to any event we host, when it comes to the food. V. can attest to that. Mainly it's because I don't have a firm number of guests so how can I adequately plan. However, I did better this year than in the past. I made homemade hamburgers, 64 to be exact, and only had 16 left. However, there is a fair bit of potato salad and couscous salad left. I think I'll be tossing out whatever V. hasn't eaten by tomorrow. As I said to him on Sunday, if we had the a bbq for our West Indian friends and family, I'd have run out of food. One day I plan to have that bbq. :)
Anyway, everyone had a good time. Now to prepare for the group coming June 3rd. :)
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Just checking in
Well, nothing going on right now. I will hopefully have something to update everyone with on Friday when V. and I go see Dr. L. for the ultrasound results. I'm not expecting to hear anything different than I've been told before regarding the type, locations or size of the fibroids, but it will be good to know everything in further detail than I've been told before. Plus it will be the first time that V. gets to hear it first hand and ask any questions he needs to ask.
I am realistic in that I don't expect her to tell me that there's been any cancellations. As a colleague said to me today, why would anyone really cancel their surgery unless there was a problem, if they've been waiting just as long. However, should she say that they've got a date earlier than July 11th, I'll take it. :)
Until Friday.
I am realistic in that I don't expect her to tell me that there's been any cancellations. As a colleague said to me today, why would anyone really cancel their surgery unless there was a problem, if they've been waiting just as long. However, should she say that they've got a date earlier than July 11th, I'll take it. :)
Until Friday.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
I hate this waiting
Waiting. I hate it. It seems I am doing a lot of it. There's not much to update because I'm waiting.
I'm waiting for June 2nd when I go in to find out what the ultrasound showed about the fibroids.
I'm waiting for July 5th when I'm currently scheduled to go for pre-surgical bloodwork.
I'm waiting for July 11th when I'm currently scheduled for surgery to remove the fibroids.
I'm waiting to get a phone call informing me that they've had a cancellation and can move my surgery date up earlier.
All waiting does is provide me with time to think and dwell. I don't think a day goes by when I don't think about all of this and wonder and worry. Now, I'm also waiting to hear back from the nurse at the clinic because I emailed her last week. Periodically I email her to say hello and let her know what our status is. This time I let her know about the current surgery date and reminded her of a letter I needed for our accountant. But this is where the waiting comes in....I also mentioned that our donor just had her 37th birthday. This puts her just outside the accepted age range for egg donors. So what does this mean? I don't know which is why I'm waiting. And stressing. And dwelling on worse case scenarios. So now I'm waiting to hear what the doctor has to say about this latest concern of mine as the nurse said she was going to give her this information and have her review the file. I'm hoping that because D. had such good results from her initial ultrasound and such that they say were still on track.
I hate all this waiting. Maybe my fibroids have miraculously shrunk. :)
I'm waiting for June 2nd when I go in to find out what the ultrasound showed about the fibroids.
I'm waiting for July 5th when I'm currently scheduled to go for pre-surgical bloodwork.
I'm waiting for July 11th when I'm currently scheduled for surgery to remove the fibroids.
I'm waiting to get a phone call informing me that they've had a cancellation and can move my surgery date up earlier.
All waiting does is provide me with time to think and dwell. I don't think a day goes by when I don't think about all of this and wonder and worry. Now, I'm also waiting to hear back from the nurse at the clinic because I emailed her last week. Periodically I email her to say hello and let her know what our status is. This time I let her know about the current surgery date and reminded her of a letter I needed for our accountant. But this is where the waiting comes in....I also mentioned that our donor just had her 37th birthday. This puts her just outside the accepted age range for egg donors. So what does this mean? I don't know which is why I'm waiting. And stressing. And dwelling on worse case scenarios. So now I'm waiting to hear what the doctor has to say about this latest concern of mine as the nurse said she was going to give her this information and have her review the file. I'm hoping that because D. had such good results from her initial ultrasound and such that they say were still on track.
I hate all this waiting. Maybe my fibroids have miraculously shrunk. :)
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Clarification for you all (including my Dear Wife)
(EDITOR'S NOTE: Continued from the comments of the previous post)
When I married DW, I made it clear that our household will be run like a Trini (i.e. someone from Trinidad) household. There will be discipline for the kids, including corporal punishment when necessary, there will be strict rules and there will be a hierarchy of parent and child; we have enough "friends". I take being a parent very seriously and, as with us all I am sure, I want to improve on the job my parents did.
Mum felt the need to point the obvious us to us about what our life would be like when we got together. It is part of the things that annoyed me greatly in the beginning; I may be childlike in my zest for life, but I am not a child so don't make the mistake of treating me like one. When DW and I got together, we knew from the start what life would bring us due to our contrasts. She was white, I was black. She was munch-a-cake Canadian, I was born and bred Trinidadian in Canada. She was Jewish, I was Roman Catholic. She was short, I was taller. She was older, I was younger (meaning I woudl probably still die before her when we reached old age). The world of averages was stacked against us and we knew that going in.
Well, despite some, er, incidents with her family, some challenges in our own little circle (with and without TC), we have now been together approximately eight years and we celebrate our second anniversary on June 13th. This is my friend, my partner, the love of my life and my equal. I would not be who I am today without her. And that is the plain truth.
So, anyhow, going into this relationship, I knew that DW's faith was important to her and I not only respected that, I embraced it. When I went to high school at Father Francis Libermann H.S., we had a course in world religions and studied all the major religions of the time: Christianity (natch), Judaism, Confusciosim, Hinduism and Islam. We also were able to visit a place of worship for each which was a huge learning process in how others believed and worshipped in their faith. It was also the catalyst for my questions about the validity of my own faith.
Due to my earlier exposure, I surprised many a family member with not only my knowledge but my willingness to participate in the various ceremonies and holidays that identify with the Jewish faith. I participated in the Seder feast and Passover. I understood the Bar/Bat Mitzvah ceremonies because my soccer goalie in my youth had one that I attended. I unfortunately attended the funeral of my SIL's father in an orthodox church; a great man, healer of children and one of the first people to make me feel like a part of the family and welcome. I attended my first bris for our good-for-nothing cousins (inside joke) and I learned of the Sukhot. I may not be Jewish, but I understand what importance it plays in who my wife is so to embrace her I had to embrace it as well.
So, when she wanted a Jewish wedding, I had no issue with it and went for it all the way (except for keeping kosher). When she spoke of our kids being Jewish, I knew that as the mother it would be so. The only thing I balked on was the circumcision. I eventually relented with the demand that unlike tradition, her ass will be right there with our son when he gets his wee wee hacked.
So, my love, there is no angst, there is no question, there is no problem. You are Jewish and so will our children so be. If they choose differently later, it will be because they left our house, are paying their own bills and earned the right to do so by being thinking, mature adults. So it is said, so shall it be done. :)
Oh, sorry for the long ass post. Just no way to shorten all that info.
Ciao.
When I married DW, I made it clear that our household will be run like a Trini (i.e. someone from Trinidad) household. There will be discipline for the kids, including corporal punishment when necessary, there will be strict rules and there will be a hierarchy of parent and child; we have enough "friends". I take being a parent very seriously and, as with us all I am sure, I want to improve on the job my parents did.
Mum felt the need to point the obvious us to us about what our life would be like when we got together. It is part of the things that annoyed me greatly in the beginning; I may be childlike in my zest for life, but I am not a child so don't make the mistake of treating me like one. When DW and I got together, we knew from the start what life would bring us due to our contrasts. She was white, I was black. She was munch-a-cake Canadian, I was born and bred Trinidadian in Canada. She was Jewish, I was Roman Catholic. She was short, I was taller. She was older, I was younger (meaning I woudl probably still die before her when we reached old age). The world of averages was stacked against us and we knew that going in.
Well, despite some, er, incidents with her family, some challenges in our own little circle (with and without TC), we have now been together approximately eight years and we celebrate our second anniversary on June 13th. This is my friend, my partner, the love of my life and my equal. I would not be who I am today without her. And that is the plain truth.
So, anyhow, going into this relationship, I knew that DW's faith was important to her and I not only respected that, I embraced it. When I went to high school at Father Francis Libermann H.S., we had a course in world religions and studied all the major religions of the time: Christianity (natch), Judaism, Confusciosim, Hinduism and Islam. We also were able to visit a place of worship for each which was a huge learning process in how others believed and worshipped in their faith. It was also the catalyst for my questions about the validity of my own faith.
Due to my earlier exposure, I surprised many a family member with not only my knowledge but my willingness to participate in the various ceremonies and holidays that identify with the Jewish faith. I participated in the Seder feast and Passover. I understood the Bar/Bat Mitzvah ceremonies because my soccer goalie in my youth had one that I attended. I unfortunately attended the funeral of my SIL's father in an orthodox church; a great man, healer of children and one of the first people to make me feel like a part of the family and welcome. I attended my first bris for our good-for-nothing cousins (inside joke) and I learned of the Sukhot. I may not be Jewish, but I understand what importance it plays in who my wife is so to embrace her I had to embrace it as well.
So, when she wanted a Jewish wedding, I had no issue with it and went for it all the way (except for keeping kosher). When she spoke of our kids being Jewish, I knew that as the mother it would be so. The only thing I balked on was the circumcision. I eventually relented with the demand that unlike tradition, her ass will be right there with our son when he gets his wee wee hacked.
So, my love, there is no angst, there is no question, there is no problem. You are Jewish and so will our children so be. If they choose differently later, it will be because they left our house, are paying their own bills and earned the right to do so by being thinking, mature adults. So it is said, so shall it be done. :)
Oh, sorry for the long ass post. Just no way to shorten all that info.
Ciao.
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