Diary of a Metal Mommy

Aunty Em, Aunty Em! When Sullivan woke me up at 7:00 on the dot this morning, I couldn’t believe it wasn’t the middle of the night…what a dark and stormy morning! Rain all day yesterday, looks like rain all day today. Good thing I’m meeting Stephanie for coffee, the perfect day for it. (when I said that to my husband he laughed and said, “what do you mean?? ANY day is the perfect day to have coffee with Stephanie!” Does he know me or what?! And he’s so right.) This is the third Friday in a row that Steph and I have had a morning coffee date whilst Sullivan is in school, and it’s been lovely. A luxury, fo sho. OH, did I say luxury? That reminds me of this woman who commented on Stephanie’s blog yesterday. I’m not going to go into details about it, but basically this woman felt like she needed to give Stephanie her unwanted opinion–which wasn’t very nice.

Basically the whole thing started because Stephanie talked about finding balance and moderation for herself and this woman lashed back and told her to be grateful and stop complaining. ! I don’t get people who do that on other people’s blogs. I mean, this is a total stranger you’re barking at. Would you walk up to someone on the street and and start telling them how they should be living their life?! At one point in the back and forth this woman said she thought we (Stephanie and others who were clearly saying they understood Stephanie’s position) ‘needed a perspective’. Who the hell is she?! She was saying how a blog isn’t the place, one should only talk about these things with friends. Well lady, a forum is the place where people go back and forth with their 2 cents–not a blog. A blog is about people’s everyday thoughts and well, sometimes people actually want to ‘complain’ or– *gasp*–mention something that isn’t going 100% peachy-keen in their lives. I don’t care where you are at in your life–you can be the most successful, rich, well-loved person in the world. You have problems. And why should you not be allowed to have your problems? What got me the most is that this person actually assumed that my friend wasn’t grateful for what she had, and didn’t know a damn thing about the details of the matter or what she is like as a person. And why the hell does she care?! There is no point to get on someone’s blog and be hurtful. Not that anyone really cares about some lunatic stranger’s ‘perspective’ anyway–but it’s just the idea of her thinking she has the right. UG!Stephanie was smart and deleted all comments about the situation, it was getting WAY too out of hand. (so sorry, you can’t read them!) Stephanie has WAY too much class to stoop down to this woman’s level. (more class than I do–her comment back was much nicer than mine! Ha!)

I just had to rant about that because the whole thing made me so angry. If anyone tries to hurt my friends I automatically want to karate-chop their ass! Ha! I know I don’t have to say this to most of my readers out there, (all 5 of them!) but I just have to get MY 2 cents in….please take my advice and remember that a blog is a blog. Don’t shoot off horrid un-wanted comments to total strangers. It’s not your place. And it all comes down to this simple solution–if you don’t like what you are reading, then stop reading it!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night my minxes came over for another podcast. We were due, it felt like it had been forever! (it’s will be live later tonight–Coreman didn’t get a chance to get it up there yet) Always a blast. Kim got pseudo-Digby all set up in his little sleeping bag/bed thing, complete with toy ball and rubber bone. Maybe that can keep me satisfied until the real thing gets here…either that or just letting Sullivan be the dog.

Is there anything better than a warm bowl of oatmeal on a cool, crisp morning?? And I doctored it up right, let me tell you. I made just your every-day plain oatmeal and then mixed a bit of milk and then a HUGE dollop of this strawberry ’spreadable fruit’ in there….oh man. Delish. Nothing like warm fruit. Warms you right down to your toes, as it is CHILLY this morning. Wow, fall sure came fast. I don’t mind this at all, in fact I like it…but it does depress me to think about what’s just around the corner…a long-ass Minnesota winter! Like most people who live here, I love the seasons, but when the holidays are over–like by mid-January–I am OVER the snow and butt-biting cold.

But enough about the weather. Last night I got the email I was waiting for…more photos of what-could-be my Digby!!! OMG, can you even stand that face?! How distinquished he looks with those Harry Potter-looking glasses-shaped circles around his eyes…Sir Digby, indeed. But the latest thing to worry about–isn’t there ALWAYS something to worry about?!–is what kind of fur this little guy will end up having. It recently dawned on us that these puppies will either have more of the Bichon coat, or more of the Cavalier. Obviously, because of Vivian’s allergies, the Bichon type would be the safer bet. And of course there is no way Cindy will know what type of coat this little guy will have until he’s about 5-6 weeks old. It’s KILLING me, because I am already wayyy attached to this one but there is no way of knowing whether or not he’ll be ours yet. Sigh. So all of you send good vibes our way, please, that this indeed will be Sir Digby. Indeed! 2 weeks old, and counting! 7 more weeks until he is in our hot little hands….:-)

**Update!!! I talked to Cindy and she said it is VERY rare for the Cavachons NOT to have the Bichon fur, and that with the wavy look of this guy’s fur already it’s pretty much gauranteed he will be for us!!!!!!! WOO HOOOOO!

(Oh my God, that poor woman! I hope she got paid a hefty sum for this photo!!!)

40 indeed. Today I had my very first mammogram. Badda Bing, Badda Boom–didn’t waste much time there, did I? I have to say, for those of you who are reading this and have never had one before (or those of you–namely MEN– who may actually still be reading this after seeing the word ‘mammogram’…!) I have to say it’s one of the weirdest experiences of a woman’s life. I made my way through the winding corridors that is Abbott Northwestern Hospital to the Breast Institute. Well, a person has to feel like they are in pretty good hands (doh! a pun!) in a place with that name. They gave me a robe and had me undress form the waist up. Then I was actually offered something to drink–I saw empty porcelian tea cups and saucers around. I guess they want you to feel pretty pampered before they grab your boobs like a coupla side’s o’ beef and shove them into the machine. That’s exactly what happens. You stand in front of this machine and they have you grab on to a bar. Whether you are holding this bar to have something to squeeze or whether it’s just to position you just right, I have yet to know. (maybe a bit of both?!) Then a woman literally takes one of your boobs and pushes and prods, kneads and tugs, until it is in the exact position it needs to be between these two movable plastic shelf-like things. Then the shelves start to close. And they get closer, and closer. And just when you think they couldn’t POSSIBLY squeeze you any harder, hummmmmm goes the machine as they indeed go in a bit more for the kill. Then you have to hold your breath as they snap their picture. What relief it is to have the machine loosen up and set that baby free! Then of course, you are on to the other breast. The tech took 4 photos in all, from two different positions. That woman could have been a circus entertainer, from the way she was juggling my boobs. Craziness. Then it was like, “Okay! You’re done! Goodbye!” I wondered if maybe we should have had a cigarette together. Now comes the fun of waiting to hear the news. It’s not like I’m really worried, but I suppose any test like that leaves a nagging feeling in the back of ones mind, that ‘what if’ question. Well, the tech’s name was “Lucky”, so maybe that’s a good omen?!

On a lighter note, Cory and I finally used our gift card we had at Salut Restaurant last night. Our friends Dawn and Mark had Cory take photos of their daughters, and paid him via this generous gift. We had never been there before, and I have to say, it was excellent! I didn’t get anything overly fancy, I just wasn’t in the mood. But the steak sandwich I had was superb, and even better were the fries. OMG– light, crispy, salty heaven. I ate WAY too many, I couldn’t stop! Because of the fries I was too full for dessert, but I had a decaf latte–what fun, it came in his handle-less bowl with sugar cubes a lovely baby chocolate croissant on the side. The service was great–we got our food quickly and at one point the server even brought a little taste of a ‘compliments-of-the-chef’ something that she called an ‘excitement for the mouth’…I had to keep myself from a throw-back laugh at that one. It was mini a wooden spatula covered with a bite-size amount of salmon mousse covered with some sort of cous-cous mixture. OMG, I could have eaten a whole plate of it. Even the french bread and butter were amazing. I would DEFINITELY go there again!!!!!!! I felt pretty spunky, too, because as far as I know even my foodie friend Stephanie hadn’t been there before. You’ll have to go, Steph, and tell me what you think!

Speaking of Middle Earth….now THIS would explain a lot.