Never brag, especially about your health.
I have been feeling pretty yucky for about a week. David starting feeling bad a few days ago. Lauren felt yucky last night- she was running a low grade fever- no biggie. This morning she was running just under a 104 temp. Yikes.
David took her to the doctor. Strep and an ear infection.
Then she went with David to the doctor. And David was diagnosed with Type A flu.
So we have a bacterial infection and a viral infection with two host organisms. Great.
I plan to get strep tested tomorrow.
Rachel seems healthy. We'll see.
Darn karma.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Too much information
What are your middle names?
My middle name is Rene, his is not to be mentioned.
How long have you been together?
We have been married for almost 14 years but started dating 20 years ago come March. Bear in mind we did break up for a while between dating and marriage.
How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Hard to say. We knew each other before we went out for the first time but mainly because my roommate was dating a guy on his dorm floor.
Who asked whom out?
Vodka asked us both
How old are each of you?
I am 37 and he is 38.
Whose siblings do you see the most?
Since my brother is a bit of a jerk and lives in Florida that leaves his super-nice brother and sister-in-law. Love them (really)
Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
Was hardest? Is hardest? The hardest ever was when we had to live in separate states for 9 weeks due to job changes. These days, holiday dinner seating arrangements. One of the only things we ever really fight about.
Did you go to the same school?
Yep. OSU
Are you from the same home town?
No, Pawhuska (D) and Owasso (me).
Who is smarter?
We have different kinds of intelligence. His memory is amazing, especially with names and faces. I am very statistically oriented.
Who is the most sensitive?
We are pretty even on this- we both get hurt feelings over odd things but I am more of a crier.
Where do you eat out most as a couple?
Home
Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Boston?
Who has the craziest exes?
Him
Who has the worst temper?
We have different types of tempers. Dave has plenty of little eruptions. I take a long time to anger but once I am mad it takes a long time for me to cool down.
Who does the cooking?
Me. But I like to cook (unless the girls are fighting). He can cook though.
Who is the neat-freak?
Don't know. He is a neat-freak about the inside of a car.
Who is more stubborn?
He is.
Who hogs the bed?
Don't know but we have this green blanket on our bed that gravitates toward me- it is between layers and those layers can be where they're supposed to be and the green blanket will still be on my side.
Who wakes up earlier?
I have always been an early riser but lately he has been keeping pace with me.
Where was your first date?
Somewhere in Stillwater
Who is more jealous?
We don't have issues with this.
How long did it take to get serious?
About a month and a half
Who eats more?
Hard to say. We both have a sugar problem.
Who does the laundry?
David. One of the many reasons I love him.
Who's better with the computer?
David
Who drives when you are together?
David. Partly because he goes totally ADD (paws at the windows and the like) when he is the passenger and partly because I am a much better navigator than he is. Much better.
My middle name is Rene, his is not to be mentioned.
How long have you been together?
We have been married for almost 14 years but started dating 20 years ago come March. Bear in mind we did break up for a while between dating and marriage.
How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Hard to say. We knew each other before we went out for the first time but mainly because my roommate was dating a guy on his dorm floor.
Who asked whom out?
Vodka asked us both
How old are each of you?
I am 37 and he is 38.
Whose siblings do you see the most?
Since my brother is a bit of a jerk and lives in Florida that leaves his super-nice brother and sister-in-law. Love them (really)
Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
Was hardest? Is hardest? The hardest ever was when we had to live in separate states for 9 weeks due to job changes. These days, holiday dinner seating arrangements. One of the only things we ever really fight about.
Did you go to the same school?
Yep. OSU
Are you from the same home town?
No, Pawhuska (D) and Owasso (me).
Who is smarter?
We have different kinds of intelligence. His memory is amazing, especially with names and faces. I am very statistically oriented.
Who is the most sensitive?
We are pretty even on this- we both get hurt feelings over odd things but I am more of a crier.
Where do you eat out most as a couple?
Home
Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Boston?
Who has the craziest exes?
Him
Who has the worst temper?
We have different types of tempers. Dave has plenty of little eruptions. I take a long time to anger but once I am mad it takes a long time for me to cool down.
Who does the cooking?
Me. But I like to cook (unless the girls are fighting). He can cook though.
Who is the neat-freak?
Don't know. He is a neat-freak about the inside of a car.
Who is more stubborn?
He is.
Who hogs the bed?
Don't know but we have this green blanket on our bed that gravitates toward me- it is between layers and those layers can be where they're supposed to be and the green blanket will still be on my side.
Who wakes up earlier?
I have always been an early riser but lately he has been keeping pace with me.
Where was your first date?
Somewhere in Stillwater
Who is more jealous?
We don't have issues with this.
How long did it take to get serious?
About a month and a half
Who eats more?
Hard to say. We both have a sugar problem.
Who does the laundry?
David. One of the many reasons I love him.
Who's better with the computer?
David
Who drives when you are together?
David. Partly because he goes totally ADD (paws at the windows and the like) when he is the passenger and partly because I am a much better navigator than he is. Much better.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Death, Doom, and Destruction
So no, this is not an apocalyptic email. Instead, this is about the Hamby women elbows.
Some people nickname "special" body parts. Not us. Lauren and I have nicknamed my elbow points death, her elbow points doom, and Rachel's elbow points destruction.
I could probably use my super sharp and pointy elbow as an ice pick (except that I hate to be cold). As a kid, I used the tip of my chin and my elbow to bore pain into my brother (typically when he tried to fart on my face). Now I threaten the elbow when David is up to something.
These are the quality thoughts I have. No nicknames for private parts (aren't you lucky)- only for weapon-like elbows.
I did want to unleash the elbows on a family at swim lessons tonight. The 3 or 4 year old little girl was dressed in a barely-there bikini. Now I think toddlers in two-pieces are cute when the two-piece is not hoochie. But it was like some sort of stripper audition outfit (no pole at Miller's though).
Anyways, the tot, her dad, and g'ma were sharing *special* conversations. At one point g'ma says, "When you get out the water make sure your boobies are still in your suit." Say what? Boobies? On a three year old? NO! So wrong.
And that is just a highlight of the wonderful conversation. Death was twitching to give an accidental poke but I held back.
Some people nickname "special" body parts. Not us. Lauren and I have nicknamed my elbow points death, her elbow points doom, and Rachel's elbow points destruction.
I could probably use my super sharp and pointy elbow as an ice pick (except that I hate to be cold). As a kid, I used the tip of my chin and my elbow to bore pain into my brother (typically when he tried to fart on my face). Now I threaten the elbow when David is up to something.
These are the quality thoughts I have. No nicknames for private parts (aren't you lucky)- only for weapon-like elbows.
I did want to unleash the elbows on a family at swim lessons tonight. The 3 or 4 year old little girl was dressed in a barely-there bikini. Now I think toddlers in two-pieces are cute when the two-piece is not hoochie. But it was like some sort of stripper audition outfit (no pole at Miller's though).
Anyways, the tot, her dad, and g'ma were sharing *special* conversations. At one point g'ma says, "When you get out the water make sure your boobies are still in your suit." Say what? Boobies? On a three year old? NO! So wrong.
And that is just a highlight of the wonderful conversation. Death was twitching to give an accidental poke but I held back.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Too many thoughts
I have had a really hard time sleeping the last two nights and I think the problem is that I can't stop thinking about my research project. I keep waking up and thinking about sections that need more detail. It would be funny if I wasn't tired!
And to add to this, I actually really enjoy my Monday night class. We have the weirdest sessions. Last night we spent almost 45 minutes discussing interviews (as a data source) through both the positivist and the post-modernistic perspectives. Very stimulating.
In case you don't know, I totally buy into the theory that toddlers go through cycles of independence and dependence. I agree with the research that posits that this cyclic behavior is what leads to fits. Further, I think that as kids move closer to the age of 4 they spend more time in what I will call the "good mood" cycle and less time in the "bad mood" cycle. I was pleased this weekend to see Rachel back in the good mood cycle.
But I can sympathize with kiddos when they throw fits (notice: sympathize- not condone or encourage). It has to suck to have someone else constantly get to make all of the choices about your life. That is why I love Love and Logic- choices are paramount. And why my kid (occasionally both of them) looks like a hobo sometimes- I am not willing to fight over the clothes she wears. As long as she isn't asking to shop at Massad's.
And to add to this, I actually really enjoy my Monday night class. We have the weirdest sessions. Last night we spent almost 45 minutes discussing interviews (as a data source) through both the positivist and the post-modernistic perspectives. Very stimulating.
In case you don't know, I totally buy into the theory that toddlers go through cycles of independence and dependence. I agree with the research that posits that this cyclic behavior is what leads to fits. Further, I think that as kids move closer to the age of 4 they spend more time in what I will call the "good mood" cycle and less time in the "bad mood" cycle. I was pleased this weekend to see Rachel back in the good mood cycle.
But I can sympathize with kiddos when they throw fits (notice: sympathize- not condone or encourage). It has to suck to have someone else constantly get to make all of the choices about your life. That is why I love Love and Logic- choices are paramount. And why my kid (occasionally both of them) looks like a hobo sometimes- I am not willing to fight over the clothes she wears. As long as she isn't asking to shop at Massad's.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
V-day, whatever
The older I get the less I appreciate romantic gestures.
And I know that makes me sound like scrooge. But I started developing a theory a few years ago that people (read this as men) fall into one of two categories: romantic or reliable. I realize that assigning dichotmous categories is silly and that there are always shades of grey, but I have mainly seen one of these groupings in the men I know.
Case 1: Romantic. My dad is an example of this group. I love my father dearly. But my dad has consistently been the chief in my parents house. Everything is based on when he wants to do things. When I was little he rarely came home from work before Micah and I were in bed. When we got older, no one could eat dinner until he was home. Mom had to pretty much put the meal on hold until he arrived- and that could be anywhere from 6-8:30. He got mad if she let us eat before then and he also forbade after school snacks. Yet he made romantic gestures to my mom often- bringing her flowers, perfume, or a box of chocolates. Buying her special things that she wanted.
Case 2: Reliable. David is the perfect example of this. He understands if we eat before he gets home. He loads the dishwasher (he says I do it wrong) and he does the laundry. He spends time with the girls. He doesn't believe in giving flowers and he isn't big on gifts "just because."
When I was younger I might have (probably did) think romantic is better but I now know that reliable trumps romantic any day, any place, any time. Hands down.
Thanks David.
And the m&ms rocked.
I should add that I have become less romantic over time. For our second v-day as a married couple I created 26 little baggies of oreos, one for each letter of the alphabet, and put a note for whatever letter it was in the baggie too. I hid these all over the house. This year (year 13 as a married pair) I gave him a shark steam vac and the first season of Dexter. A steam cleaner and a bloody tv show. Not so romantic. ne should reliably clean the hardwoods and the other is likely to reliably be entertaining.
And I know that makes me sound like scrooge. But I started developing a theory a few years ago that people (read this as men) fall into one of two categories: romantic or reliable. I realize that assigning dichotmous categories is silly and that there are always shades of grey, but I have mainly seen one of these groupings in the men I know.
Case 1: Romantic. My dad is an example of this group. I love my father dearly. But my dad has consistently been the chief in my parents house. Everything is based on when he wants to do things. When I was little he rarely came home from work before Micah and I were in bed. When we got older, no one could eat dinner until he was home. Mom had to pretty much put the meal on hold until he arrived- and that could be anywhere from 6-8:30. He got mad if she let us eat before then and he also forbade after school snacks. Yet he made romantic gestures to my mom often- bringing her flowers, perfume, or a box of chocolates. Buying her special things that she wanted.
Case 2: Reliable. David is the perfect example of this. He understands if we eat before he gets home. He loads the dishwasher (he says I do it wrong) and he does the laundry. He spends time with the girls. He doesn't believe in giving flowers and he isn't big on gifts "just because."
When I was younger I might have (probably did) think romantic is better but I now know that reliable trumps romantic any day, any place, any time. Hands down.
Thanks David.
And the m&ms rocked.
I should add that I have become less romantic over time. For our second v-day as a married couple I created 26 little baggies of oreos, one for each letter of the alphabet, and put a note for whatever letter it was in the baggie too. I hid these all over the house. This year (year 13 as a married pair) I gave him a shark steam vac and the first season of Dexter. A steam cleaner and a bloody tv show. Not so romantic. ne should reliably clean the hardwoods and the other is likely to reliably be entertaining.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
the memory of an 89 year old
It has been a while since I posted and when I run I always come up with great topics. And then I forget them...
On the "stupid things about me" front, about 3 months ago I severly overplucked only one brow. That's right- just one. So I have been trying to grow it out. And, of course, it has grown back patchy. For the last two weeks one of my brows has looked liked it belongs to Vanilla Ice- you know, the fade.
Remember- I forget the quality stuff.
On the "stupid things about me" front, about 3 months ago I severly overplucked only one brow. That's right- just one. So I have been trying to grow it out. And, of course, it has grown back patchy. For the last two weeks one of my brows has looked liked it belongs to Vanilla Ice- you know, the fade.
Remember- I forget the quality stuff.
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