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Sunday, February 15, 2004

My Ten Commandments

Althaea said it best. I would like to add, however, that careful attention must be paid all year, not just on Valentine's day. Here are the ten basic happy relationship commandments, according to little ol' me:

10. Thou shalt always endeavor to give a little more than you get. In all things. (Get your mind out of the gutter, you.)
9. Thou shalt recognize that things such as making a special trip to buy your favorite cookies and making sure that your favorite mouthwash is always in the house are acts of love, not just good housekeeping.
8. Thou shalt put yourself in the other person's shoes at least once a day.
7. When thou asketh, "How was your day?" Thou shalt stop and listen to the answer, even if it takes an hour.
6. Thou shalt be your significant other's biggest fan and loudest cheerleader.
5. Thou shalt make a special effort to anticipate the other person's needs...then take steps to meet them.
4. Thou shalt not disrespect your sig. other's need for solitude and/or time with friends.
3. Thou shalt do your best to help buffer each other from your families.
2. Thou shalt never, ever forget to say things like "Please" and "Thank You."
1. Thou shalt always remember and never forget that it is not the big, once a year things that make a relationship great -- it's the silly little everyday things.
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Monday, February 09, 2004

I hate math

I spent much of Sunday with a GRE Math Refresher book open on my lap and a pencil in my hand, cursing. I am going back to school, and therefore need to take the GREs. And, because the nice folks at the university simply will not accept my assurances that my utter brilliance in the Verbal area makes Math utterly irrelevant, this also means that I have to take the MATH section of the GREs. This is a problem.

Anyone who knows me even a little knows that math has been a lifelong problem for me. I simply am very bad with numbers, always have been. And now, just when I thought it was safe to forget all about integers and algebra...it's baaack! I started looking at this stuff and I swear it's like a foreign language to me -- despite the fact that I spent so much time in high school and college doing math-like stuff, including having a private tutor for YEARS in high school just so I could pass math in the first place. How could it have just disappeared completely from my memory? I mean, I cannot even remember how to add and subtract signed numbers! I am literally going back to square one.

The difference now is that I am older, wiser, and at this point I have the added confidence that comes from having tackled much harder stuff than this. I am committed to (re)learning this and I will get a decent score on the stupid test, so help me. (I mean it. Help me. Please?)
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Thursday, February 05, 2004

Overdue adjustment

I made a complete fool of myself at the chiropractor's the other night. I'm so ashamed that I've only now acquired the perspective that would enable me to share this story. I happened to mention that my hip had been bothering me (truthfully it had been hurting for over a year, ever since I took that spill on the ice last year, but in comparison to the pain in my neck it was nothing and it hadn't occurred to me that it was something that could be fixed.)

So the doctor adjusts my neck and my back and then he starts the probing and testing thing to see what the deal is with my hip. I'm on the table, he tells me to turn on my right side, he leans on my left leg and the next thing you know -- pop! crunch! grind! -- he threw his entire body weight into adjusting my hip, bending it farther to the opposite side than I even thought was possible...the noise was incredible but the instant of pain literally took my breath away...I actually saw stars for a minute or two and I must have said something really loud like "Holy Moley!" or something. (Knowing me I probably said something worse than that and probably more than once.) Everyone in the office heard me and a PATIENT actually commented on how loud I was. I was so embarrassed but I swear I couldn't help it, it was the strangest feeling ever. I really thought he broke a bone or something. I was afraid to move.

I have been adjusted tons and tons of times but I've never felt anything like that in my life. The pain was momentary but EXCRUTIATING -- but worse was the sensation that a really large joint, deep inside my body, was moving in a way that I couldn't control and that it wasn't meant to move.

On the upside though I feel a thousand times better -- often I don't realize how much something was hurting me until it stops. I can't believe I was walking around in pain for a year.
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Glaring omission

I cannot understand how you can sell a cd set called The Essential Bruce Sprinsteen that doesn't include Bobby Jean or She's The One. I simply don't get it.
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To all my devoted readers

Several people have recently told me that they read my blog, which makes me blush with pleasure and embarrassment...I cannot imagine that anyone would want to read anything I have to say but I can't tell you how flattered I am that you're reading it...I'll try to be more entertaining from now on.
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Let sleeping dogs lie...somewhere else

So my dog has turned into a night grouch. He used to sleep with us -- rather, with me -- but lately he's been growling and snapping if disturbed while he's sleeping, and, since I'm not content to lie corpse-still in my own bed for eight hours just to accommodate the dog, he's been banished to the floor. But, because I am an old softie, he usually wants to come up and cuddle around 4 am so I put him back in bed with me.

Last night was no exception, except when I turned around to climb back into bed he was curled up in a ball with his back to my pillow, right in my spot. I guess it makes sense, it's warm. I sort of slid him over a foot without changing his position, but for some reason he wanted to be extra-close to me last night. There was much shifting of position, complete with grunts and sighs (from the dog, not me) until he finally found the position he wanted -- which apparently involved him sleeping with his forehead wedged against my back, with his feet behind my head. I don't understand how that could possibly be comfortable, but he stayed there all night.

I must note here that this dog does not want anything whatsoever to do with my husband when he sleeps, but he's like Velcro to me, under the covers, on top of the covers, no matter what he's got to be touching me in some way, and usually isn't satisfied unless he's in full-body contact with me. It certainly makes sleeping a challenge.
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