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femkes_follies) wrote2008-04-20 05:05 pm
femkes_follies) wrote2008-04-20 05:05 pm
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A Dip (or two) In the Shallow End of the Gene Pool
Some days the biggest downside to going out in public in rubbing shoulders with "the public." Now, there's a sentiment Obama's got to agree with at this point. ;-) But I'll refrain from having too much fun at his expense. That would be a little bit like sandblasting a soup cracker.
Yesterday, for example, we stopped off for lunch, as we often do whilst running our marathon of errands in Grand Rapids. Now, both of us try awfully hard not to eavesdrop on conversations around us - it's rude for starters, and generally uninteresting to boot. But yesterday, the group of people behind us were to loud to ignore. I sort of knew we were in trouble when the waitress took their drink orders. The gentleman (using the term as loosely as possible) asked for a "Bud Lite or Miller Lite, whatever you have!" When informed that both were available, he lost himself in apparent bliss in this embarrassment of riches - and asked the waitress to choose for him. *face palm*
Now, I do not drink beer. I think it all tastes like something was sick in it. Darling, however, is an admitted beer snob. As are Alaina, her husband, and one of my favorite techs. This was a bit like asking the Somelier to choose for you between Boone's Farm and Riunite.
I giggled, but figured that there are always those of questionable tastes, wherever you go. Until, in the heat of what they would undoubtedly term a "debate," one of the ladies accompanying him proceeds to declaim vociferously that Global Warming is clearly becoming very dangerous - as evidenced by last week's earthquake in Illinois!!!
Eh? Um, check your math sweetie. Yeah, carry the two....
That fault has been there for aeons - the geologic kind. It knocks out a 5.*-pointer about every 5 or 6 years. Occasionally it will go one better. Oi. Who lets these people out in public?
All this being said, I will again admit to being an elitist snob. I prefer to spend my time rubbing shoulders with intelligent people. Like most of you on my f'list. How do I know you all are intelligent? Um, you can string two words together in a coherent fashion, for starters. You actually take the time to sit and WRITE (or at least type). Your writings involve ideas, punctuation, grammar, and capital letters where appropriate. And most communicate something, even just humor and whim. Even when I don't agree with something you say - heck, you've got an opinion, and probably enough background information on the topic to hold an intelligent discussion.
I will, however, spare you the related screed on Obama in particular, and liberals in general who are so convinced that they're so much smarter than the rest of us that they should do our thinking for us. That man is a scary-a** socialist. He might even get elected. But, in spite of the golden halo and shiny wings the Left keeps trying to staple on, he's more likely be the next Jimmy Carter than the next JFK.
A few other small notes. For those of you with score cards, this week, my BP was 108/70. Gold star, again! I also think that little miss decided to drop some this weekend. I no longer have feet crammed uncomfortable into my ribs - but I've also lost the ability to cross my legs and developed a lower back ache that I suspect will be with me for the duration.
Tuesday is hospital tour time. I'll try not to drive the poor woman nuts. But I'm going to back out on any trips up to see the NICU. Seen it. Up close. Not going there again by choice. Tom (my OB) has also come to recognize that I have an entirely different set of anxieties than the average woman. Labor? Bring it on. What will I need? All packed. My mind tends to circle around the propensity for disaster - A repeat case of HELLP syndrome, full blown eclampsia, placenta accreta, uterine rupture. He asked if I'd like to change my mind and go with a scheduled C-section. Um, no. For starters - the list there is just as scary - excess hemorrhage, damage to the placenta, since it's got an anterior attatchment, additional scar tissue or emergency hysterectomy - secondary to either the first surgery, or the gall bladder/liver surgery that followed.... What can I say? The problem here is that I'm overeducated, and underexperienced. So I have no basis for comparison or likelihood. And what little experience I DO have was uniformly bad. He's just going to have to put up with the neuroses.
On another (very distantly related) note, April is Autism Awareness month. Whilst I will still dig in my heels and deny that the Muffin fits the classical definition, I will attest that she has benefited extraordinarily from research on coping with and educating these kids. And that increased awareness does make my life somewhat easier and the general public more understanding. For that alone, I direct you to them if you're looking for a current cause celebre'. Just spare me the vegan/gluten free diets and suggestions for a heavy metal detox, KTHNX.
Yesterday, for example, we stopped off for lunch, as we often do whilst running our marathon of errands in Grand Rapids. Now, both of us try awfully hard not to eavesdrop on conversations around us - it's rude for starters, and generally uninteresting to boot. But yesterday, the group of people behind us were to loud to ignore. I sort of knew we were in trouble when the waitress took their drink orders. The gentleman (using the term as loosely as possible) asked for a "Bud Lite or Miller Lite, whatever you have!" When informed that both were available, he lost himself in apparent bliss in this embarrassment of riches - and asked the waitress to choose for him. *face palm*
Now, I do not drink beer. I think it all tastes like something was sick in it. Darling, however, is an admitted beer snob. As are Alaina, her husband, and one of my favorite techs. This was a bit like asking the Somelier to choose for you between Boone's Farm and Riunite.
I giggled, but figured that there are always those of questionable tastes, wherever you go. Until, in the heat of what they would undoubtedly term a "debate," one of the ladies accompanying him proceeds to declaim vociferously that Global Warming is clearly becoming very dangerous - as evidenced by last week's earthquake in Illinois!!!
Eh? Um, check your math sweetie. Yeah, carry the two....
That fault has been there for aeons - the geologic kind. It knocks out a 5.*-pointer about every 5 or 6 years. Occasionally it will go one better. Oi. Who lets these people out in public?
All this being said, I will again admit to being an elitist snob. I prefer to spend my time rubbing shoulders with intelligent people. Like most of you on my f'list. How do I know you all are intelligent? Um, you can string two words together in a coherent fashion, for starters. You actually take the time to sit and WRITE (or at least type). Your writings involve ideas, punctuation, grammar, and capital letters where appropriate. And most communicate something, even just humor and whim. Even when I don't agree with something you say - heck, you've got an opinion, and probably enough background information on the topic to hold an intelligent discussion.
I will, however, spare you the related screed on Obama in particular, and liberals in general who are so convinced that they're so much smarter than the rest of us that they should do our thinking for us. That man is a scary-a** socialist. He might even get elected. But, in spite of the golden halo and shiny wings the Left keeps trying to staple on, he's more likely be the next Jimmy Carter than the next JFK.
A few other small notes. For those of you with score cards, this week, my BP was 108/70. Gold star, again! I also think that little miss decided to drop some this weekend. I no longer have feet crammed uncomfortable into my ribs - but I've also lost the ability to cross my legs and developed a lower back ache that I suspect will be with me for the duration.
Tuesday is hospital tour time. I'll try not to drive the poor woman nuts. But I'm going to back out on any trips up to see the NICU. Seen it. Up close. Not going there again by choice. Tom (my OB) has also come to recognize that I have an entirely different set of anxieties than the average woman. Labor? Bring it on. What will I need? All packed. My mind tends to circle around the propensity for disaster - A repeat case of HELLP syndrome, full blown eclampsia, placenta accreta, uterine rupture. He asked if I'd like to change my mind and go with a scheduled C-section. Um, no. For starters - the list there is just as scary - excess hemorrhage, damage to the placenta, since it's got an anterior attatchment, additional scar tissue or emergency hysterectomy - secondary to either the first surgery, or the gall bladder/liver surgery that followed.... What can I say? The problem here is that I'm overeducated, and underexperienced. So I have no basis for comparison or likelihood. And what little experience I DO have was uniformly bad. He's just going to have to put up with the neuroses.
On another (very distantly related) note, April is Autism Awareness month. Whilst I will still dig in my heels and deny that the Muffin fits the classical definition, I will attest that she has benefited extraordinarily from research on coping with and educating these kids. And that increased awareness does make my life somewhat easier and the general public more understanding. For that alone, I direct you to them if you're looking for a current cause celebre'. Just spare me the vegan/gluten free diets and suggestions for a heavy metal detox, KTHNX.
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Just FWIW, when I had my twin girls, they both had anterior placentas, and that was no problem at all, apparently. Good luck, however it goes!