I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis on 5/19/2021. I am taking over my own blog to start a journal of this new and scary journey. I want to use this platform to write about how I'm feeling, what I'm eating, how I'm sleeping, doctor's appointments, symptoms...fuss, gripe, whine. But, ultimately, I want to use this platform to share my journey as I get to know more about MS and push forward into tomorrow. Every single day.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Ten Ways...
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Warm Weather & Noisy Neighbors
- The three-or-so cars that live at the end of the cul-de-sac which are each suffering from muffler issues, and the visitors to that end of the street who have purposefully loud vehicles with equal irritation factors.
- The fifteen (exaggerating here) tiny Chihuahua dogs that yip and yap inside the house behind us.
- The one stumpy-legged puppy with a complete lack of respect for property boundaries and a complete lack of fear of anyone trying to “scare” him off said property.
- The pit-bull dog that lives in a pen in the yard of the house behind us who barks incessantly when his mommy or daddy is outside for any reason.
- The two boxer dogs in the yard next to us who (though they are beginning to get used to seeing us) bark viciously, drool madly, and attempt to jump the fence.
- And last but not least, the couple across the street who scream at each other so loudly while shut up inside their house that I can hear them clearly in my own.
I guess this is just neighborhood life. Still I keep wondering if these things are police-worthy. Probably not. I would say that if I called the police department with a complaint about any one of the above issues, they would say, “Hey lady? We’ve got better things to do. How about shutting your windows?” Yeah. No offense...but go find a donut shop. TTFN
JMS
Monday, April 28, 2008
Overheard at work
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Writing to write
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
No Flowers For You
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
To Squeeze or Not to Squeeze...
Monday, April 21, 2008
Coins, Visits & Jewelry
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Red Flag City
Monday, April 14, 2008
The War Against...
Friday, April 11, 2008
Quick Bullets
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Office Humor...
From: (name deleted to protect the innocent - or the insane)
To: Yours Truly (JMS)
Subject: Blank
Hey! I hope you are feeling better. Don’t forget to look into the mail order prescription plan. I just got a message from A/P that our mileage is .505 now, not the .48 that shows on the expense report. I’m hungry, it’s really nice outside, there were 2 accidents on 40 this AM that caused me to be late for work, I do have an apple, Larry is so cute, I need to mow my lawn because I am on the dogwood trail, WHY IS FRANCE SO FAR AWAY? JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELLS!!!!!! (end transmission)
This just makes me laugh. Thought I'd share.
TTFN
JMS
Cleaning Up...Again
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Sunny Days!
Monday, April 07, 2008
The Mothering Instinct
Sunday, April 06, 2008
A Rare Sunday Post
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Daddy's Girl
The thing that’s got me upset is that Greta – our sweet little blond-headed, blue-eyed, almost-walking, almost-talking baby – is a Daddy’s Girl. That means that even though she’s happy to see me when I come home from work at night, when she’s done with the hugging and the kissing and the how-was-your-day-ing – she wants Daddy back! She cries big, fat, cheek-staining tears, turns bright red, and reaches her little hands out toward Daddy until he takes her back or until I get far enough away from him with her that she can't see him.
Last night Daddy had to go to choir practice at church. He handed her to me, and as soon as she realized he was leaving, the sobbing began. I walked out on the front deck with her so she could say goodbye to Daddy as he got into the car, and all she did was sob and reach for him. She pointed her little finger in his direction and lunged toward him and just cried her little heart out!
It’s very distressing, and depressing, for the Mommy who’s left behind to deal with the crying. She doesn’t do this when I leave. I know that I work all day and that she spends 90% of her time with Daddy. I know that they’ve formed a bond that far surpasses any bond she and I have made – even though she was breastfed. The bond they've formed is called, "Fun." But it still hurts. I want her to cry for me! I want her to point that little finger in my direction sometimes! It makes me realize how very much I’m missing by being at the office all day.
Sigh.
I think I’ll go have a Coke now – that always makes me feel better.
TTFN