Love & Loathe — 04/08/10


* Feeling like I’ve aged about 10 years in the last 3 months.

* Feminine pads. I hate those things and much prefer my Diva cup. But the pads, well, they were a necessary evil for 3 weeks. Trusty old Diva couldn’t handle what was going on, plus I guess when you’re having a miscarriage you really aren’t supposed to be putting stuff up in there. I’m sooo glad I finally graduated to pantyliners. TMI? Sorry, much of my life is about crotch issues these days.

* Being cold. I will never understand why office buildings have to be so cold. When the forecast says it will be 85 degrees outside that day, I feel silly marching into work with a coat on, but I know if I don’t, I’ll be marching out with icicles on my nose.


* My pay check is now direct deposit. Woo hoo! I’ve long wondered why unemployment checks can’t be direct deposited? Maybe because then some people (me, me, me!!!) would never leave the house?

* Having an accountant. With all that’s gone on with me this year so far, I threw up my hands and had a meltdown over our taxes. So, we now have an accountant. If it was just me and my taxes, I’d be cool. But Tony’s situation is just way over my head and I’m glad we now have a specialist to handle it.

* My husband, who rigged up two of my favorite things (Lovey the Lavender Lamb and my cinnamon disk candy). The dude knows how to make me laugh. LOVEY, GET OUT OF MY CANDY!

* You guys. Every one of you.

One Last Thing:

My lap swimming is going … swimmingly. It feels so good to be swimming again, and that I can do so outside? A tiny slice of Heaven every night. Before I was put on activity restriction by my doctor in February, I swam laps non-stop for up to an hour every single day. To have that taken away cold turkey, no matter how good the reason for it, was especially difficult for me, because I use exercise as an emotional and hormonal stabilizer.

The other thing I use as an outlet is singing. For some reason, that one slips my mind until I’m inspired by someone. I mentioned how much I loved Pink’s song, Glitter in the Air, in last week’s Love & Loathe post. I suppose the reason I love this particular song so much, is to me, it’s a song about moments — the good and bad moments — and acknowledging that it’s BOTH kinds of moments that put a person where they are in their life.

Since I couldn’t get the song out of my head, I decided to download the accompaniment track and sing it myself. If you’ve a mind to, go ahead and have a listen. LINK

In the meantime, I’ll just keep swimming and singing…



Filed under Love/Loathe, Mermaid Envy

28 responses to “Love & Loathe — 04/08/10

  1. I’m highly experienced in the hearing of the “feminine” issues and pads and panty liners and such. You get that way after 20 plus years with one woman. So don’t even worry.

    I enjoy singing as well. Almost as much as playing. Isn’t it great to have an activity you can pour all of your emotion into?

  2. tony

    That silly lamb of yours, hehehehe. love you sweetie pie. XXOXOXOXOX

  3. I love your voice!

    Accountants are such a great investment–they cost money, but they can save you a whole lot more in the long run.

    So glad you’re swimming again. I can totally understand your frustration when you couldn’t swim. I’m the same way with running.

    Have a great weekend!

    • Thank you!

      Well, we didn’t save a lot of money, but we broke even and that’s good considering where we were when I handed it off to him.

      I knew you would relate to the no exercise thing. You know what? I got a heat rash between my butt cheeks because the doctor said to stay off my feet. Now there’s one for the diary, huh?

  4. Redfred

    Our pool is closed until May, mind you not that I would swim in it any earlier, Brrrrrrr……

    • Oh, our pool is a very brisk 74 degrees and the breezes out here are stiff and chilly at, oh, around 50 degrees in the evening (when I’m out swimming). But some things are worth it.

  5. grrrace

    your voice is lovely, but of course, you knew that. πŸ˜€ hehe.

    love you… it was so good to see you both last night. let’s check our schedules and get together again. πŸ™‚ xoxoxox

  6. Angi

    I’m still trying to recover from your last post….

    I love direct deposit, Tommy’s unemployment was direct deposit…. maybe CA needs to come into the current century lol.

  7. Glad that you are swimming and singing again. Does this mean I can expect a Christmas CD next season??

    Direct deposit rocks too : )

    Love you!!

    • Oh dear. You know me and my commitment issues. You’re sweet to encourage me though to record another CD. πŸ™‚

      Direct deposit is awesome.

      Love you back. xo

  8. stacey

    you do have a beautiful voice! i love to sing, but i don’t have the voice to back it up πŸ™‚ swimming away from pain but towards peace. that sounds good too.

    • Awww, thanks. πŸ™‚ When we sing to God, though, He just likes us to make a joyful noise. That can be anything, you know. πŸ™‚

      Swimming towards peace is a good way of putting it. πŸ™‚

  9. just caught up with your events of the past few days … and little Miracle going to see the Father, before meeting you & Tony … heaven will be a wonderful time of reunion …

    good to hear you are swimming … i walk to relieve my stress or ride my bike when the weather allows it … so i know what your swims mean to you …

    blessings on you … and big (hugs)

    • I wonder how I will know Miracle. I guess the heart will know.

      Swimming, walking, riding bikes… all are great for the body and the soul.

      Blessings back to you. (hugs)

  10. Cat

    Do I want to know what a Diva cup is? I don’t think I want to but I am baffled. Hmm. Decisions.

    Ok, J… WHY DO WE NOT LIVE CLOSER TOGETHER? Really! You would sing with me! SING! Which is like, my life. We would decorate our homes for every bloody holiday and just SING and do other stuff too. But by golly, I feel like you are a part of my soul and you’re too far away. And that sounded corny, or creepy or whatever but you seem so much like a taller me. (much taller)

    I adore you.

    (and, as an aside.. where do you d/l accompany tracks like that? That is so cool!)

    • A Diva cup? Just go here (link), it’s really not so bad as all that (there is a bit of a learning curve at first), but it’s much friendlier to our planet than all those nasty pads and tampons. Blech.

      Sing, sing, sing. πŸ™‚ You’re not corny or creepy. You’re sweet with a heart of gold. The adoration is mutual. πŸ™‚

      I downloaded the accompaniment track here (not free, but definitely worth it): LINK

  11. Glad to see your funny side fighting back to the surface… big hugs for all that has happened… Yayy for paychecks…

    I got back into swimming a couple of weeks ago, inspired by you … thank you. Does anyone know if I can swim with a broken toe??? Don’t ask…. I may post something.

    • The sense of humor has always been there… sometimes just inappropriately so, so I don’t share it. (sigh)

      I swam with a severely sprained toe… in fact, it’s still sore a year later when I try to bend it, if you can believe that. I just left the binding on it (bound to the next toe) and that gave it strength and stiffness enough to swim with it. Looking forward to you post.

  12. I love you, J. And the heart knows. Have been thinking of you and Tony in these past days.

  13. Well, I know I am old! I have never heard of The Diva Cup…! Very interesting, I must say, though I don’t think it would have worked to well for me ‘back in the day’….

    I’m so happy for you my dear, that you are swimming once again. This was my very favorite thing to do–Outside—I LOVED it! And sometimes, even now, I miss it. Swimming Laps can put you in such a “zen” place…..

    Also glad you have an accountant now, too….When things get beyond you—it makes ALL the difference to have a “rax man or woman”….!

    • Swimming is such a blessing, and I knew you would understand since you loved it (probably still do) so much. Finding the rhythm and, yeah, it’s a good place to be.

      I love my diva cup. πŸ™‚ And my accountant. Although my accountant would probably be horrified to know I put him in the same sentence as my female hygiene. hehe Both are a form of protection. πŸ™‚