Well, I'm starting to hold up rather well with my new medication. Because it's new, I have to talk to my doctor about some of the potential side effects that have been researched. Among which include potential dangers to fetuses (I looked at the actual research myself, I'm not very concerned after seeing the details of it), risk of withdrawals (when finishing the medicine), and a bunch of other minor risks. Right now my side effects are pretty much limited to trouble sleeping at night... which I've always had anyway, so ya. Unfortunately, I hear next week (when I go up to the full dosage) is supposed to get the worst. We shall see. Also, I'm going to talk to my doctor about side effects and possible dangers when I see him in a month.
James bought this jacket that was on major sale the other day. It's way on sale but it looks like something an Oxford professor would wear when smoking his pipe or something (gee, I wonder WHY it was on sale...). The man loves his tweed. At first I was very opposed to him getting it... but then he bought me a block of fudge and I seemed to give in just a little bit. He really likes it, and it suits him. I'm just still getting used to his personal style.
The heater wasn't working at first, and my apartment was at 50 degrees for a while. Luckily, Mr. G upstairs got it working for me! Never had 65 degrees felt so warm! Today is sunny and "69 degrees" (according to the weatherman). I opened all my curtains up wide to get as much sun in as possible, and one of my blinds fell down. I have no idea how to fix it. I guess I'll try and fix it myself, or else ask Mr. G or Emily to help. But it's been nice. The heat hasn't kicked on in hours, yay.
I'm currently eating mashed potatoes as a snack. The proper way to make them is one part potato, one part butter, and one part salt... right?
James just opened the door cause he's checking out the local gun store (yup...). As I walked toward the door I realized that it actually IS warmer outside than in. THAT explains the heat not needing to kick in. I'm a genius *rolls eyes*
Today is the Traditional feast of St Therese! She's one of my absolute favorites and I entrust my dearest prayer petitions to her care. Among other things, I have her helping me look for a job right now. I wouldn't mind prayers for that from you, too!
I watched The Scarlet and the Black for the first time yesterday (I know, I'm a Catholic fail). It was very enjoyable. I love priests, particularly awesome ones. I'm not the biggest fan of the way they portrayed poor old Pope Pius XII, mainly because I know he was rather active in fighting the Nazis... in his own way (I believe it was actually the pope who arranged the gold collection for the Jews, not the priest).
That's really all I got right now. Have a blessed day, everyone! Please pray for my job hunt!
Showing posts with label James. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James. Show all posts
Monday, October 3, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
WE'RE ENGAGED!!!
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| Like, officially! |
So, as time goes on, I appreciate the engagement story more. James is a bit of an acquired taste, I've realized.
So, he and I were in the kitchen as he was getting something to drink. He TRICKED me into complaining about not having a ring. He knew just what to say, too.
"You know, in less than a week, we'll have been dating seven months!"
"Oh, ya..."
"What? You sound disappointed" (at that point, I knew he was setting me up to complain about it cause he's been doign that for a few weeks)
"I dont' WANNA be dating for seven months!!"
(I immediately noticed the overreaction to my comment) "Jane, WHAT CAN I DO to make you stop complaining about nto having a ring???"
"Umm... give me two?"
*He waltzes over to his jacket, pulls out a box from the pocket, slams it into my hand*
"Here's half"
Yup. That's how it happened. I insisted that he got down on one knee, which he eventually did. Then I had to force him to actually ask me to marry him.
"...But I already know what you're going to say"
"Ask it anyway!"
He did. I said yes.
About the ring:
aquamarine- (you can see the blue better in these pictures than in real life, it looks a lot like a diamond, which I wanted) I told him I didn't want a diamond because I'm concerned with the acts against humanity that often happen with diamonds. Many places offer certification to prove that they were acquired humanely. However, they can't always be accurate. I heard a story of how recently a diamond pit was found in Africa. People risked their lives (the government shot them if they saw them) to acquire diamonds so that they could feed their families. Those would be considered acquired "honestly" Also, a guy could buy diamonds from a dishonest source, then lie about how he acquired them as he sold them to America. I know, I shouldn't be concerned. I mean, Africa is known for its integrity and honest business practices. The two stones on the side are cubic zirconium). Also, diamonds are overrated and overpriced.
White gold (cause yellow gold just doesn't go with aquamarine)
Shape It's actually a VERY subtle heart shape. But it looks more round (or vaguely triangular) than anything.
I'm happy. :D
More pictures:
You know, from these angles, it looks a rose.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Can't sleep... clowns
More accurately, medication. But medication is kind of like clowns... annoying, scary, distracting at Mass...
Anyway, so I've been doing research on my new meds due to a series of minor side effects I've had. I'm calling my doctor tomorrow. most of the research I've done indicates that most people don't have such severe symptoms till they get to the 4.5mg dose. I'm on the 1.5.
I can't sleep more than 5 hours, which is annoying because I like to go to bed around 10pm. I'm desperately tired throughout the day, but wide awake at night. I don't understand why the docs tell people to take this at night. It's better (and worse!) than caffeine! I also don't tend to need much sleep as it is, but the getting up at 3am every day is annoying.
Because it's designed to bind with endorphins, it tends to be a mood booster. Well, I've found myself in a chemical depression due to it for the past few days. This morning is the first time I've felt any sort of positive thing from it. I've been on it for 5 days. Love for God was the only thing that got me to Mass this morning. Luckily, the depression (manifesting as lack of motivation, sluggishness, cloudy-headedness, irritability, and crying at random things [oh, I don't know, like when James was joking that I'll never get a job and we'll never get married]) seems to be the type that you can force yourself out of when necessary. The piles upon piles of dishes in my kitchen will say otherwise, but there have been other symptoms I've had too work out of myself.
I've been getting really nauseated. I almost had to pull over after Mass today cause I started getting lightheaded and nauseated. Yet again, forced concentration worked to minimize it enough to be able to safely get home, then I laid down for a few hours.
I go back and forth from feeling like I'm going to throw up to feeling like I can run a marathon. It's annoying.
Other symptoms:
- getting chills (though I've been having on-and-off fevers/infections so I don't know what's causing that)
- crying at everything (seriously,I tell James, "I'm never going to find a job and we'll never be able to get married!" and he goes,."That's okay, we'll just wait 5 or 10 years till I get successful in my writing, and then I'll need to hire a secretary! ...Jane? ...Jane, are you crying? Why are you crying? I was being sarcastic..." I seriously will be acquitted for his murder one day)
- dizziness upon standing. I've walked into a few things and fallen into walls (much more often than normal) when getting up in the middle of the night.
- getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and just going in general, happens more often now.
All of this and no real difference in pain. I mean, he told me it would take a month or two to really be effective, but it's annoying when I read reports of all these people who had results like the next day. I have exactly three weeks of my old medicine left. I will note, now, though, that for the first time I'm thinking about the pain in my side and I don't feel it. I feel a certain fullness or thickness, maybe slight tenderness, but I'm not feeling the pain that's been so burdensome. Usually, even on my other medicine, if I think about the pain I can feel it to a small (but substantial) degree.
I'm feeling slightly tired again, so I'm going to try and sleep again. There's nothing important I can do right now while everyone is asleep upstairs anyway.
Anyway, so I've been doing research on my new meds due to a series of minor side effects I've had. I'm calling my doctor tomorrow. most of the research I've done indicates that most people don't have such severe symptoms till they get to the 4.5mg dose. I'm on the 1.5.
I can't sleep more than 5 hours, which is annoying because I like to go to bed around 10pm. I'm desperately tired throughout the day, but wide awake at night. I don't understand why the docs tell people to take this at night. It's better (and worse!) than caffeine! I also don't tend to need much sleep as it is, but the getting up at 3am every day is annoying.
Because it's designed to bind with endorphins, it tends to be a mood booster. Well, I've found myself in a chemical depression due to it for the past few days. This morning is the first time I've felt any sort of positive thing from it. I've been on it for 5 days. Love for God was the only thing that got me to Mass this morning. Luckily, the depression (manifesting as lack of motivation, sluggishness, cloudy-headedness, irritability, and crying at random things [oh, I don't know, like when James was joking that I'll never get a job and we'll never get married]) seems to be the type that you can force yourself out of when necessary. The piles upon piles of dishes in my kitchen will say otherwise, but there have been other symptoms I've had too work out of myself.
I've been getting really nauseated. I almost had to pull over after Mass today cause I started getting lightheaded and nauseated. Yet again, forced concentration worked to minimize it enough to be able to safely get home, then I laid down for a few hours.
I go back and forth from feeling like I'm going to throw up to feeling like I can run a marathon. It's annoying.
Other symptoms:
- getting chills (though I've been having on-and-off fevers/infections so I don't know what's causing that)
- crying at everything (seriously,I tell James, "I'm never going to find a job and we'll never be able to get married!" and he goes,."That's okay, we'll just wait 5 or 10 years till I get successful in my writing, and then I'll need to hire a secretary! ...Jane? ...Jane, are you crying? Why are you crying? I was being sarcastic..." I seriously will be acquitted for his murder one day)
- dizziness upon standing. I've walked into a few things and fallen into walls (much more often than normal) when getting up in the middle of the night.
- getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and just going in general, happens more often now.
All of this and no real difference in pain. I mean, he told me it would take a month or two to really be effective, but it's annoying when I read reports of all these people who had results like the next day. I have exactly three weeks of my old medicine left. I will note, now, though, that for the first time I'm thinking about the pain in my side and I don't feel it. I feel a certain fullness or thickness, maybe slight tenderness, but I'm not feeling the pain that's been so burdensome. Usually, even on my other medicine, if I think about the pain I can feel it to a small (but substantial) degree.
I'm feeling slightly tired again, so I'm going to try and sleep again. There's nothing important I can do right now while everyone is asleep upstairs anyway.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Bright. Pink. Suspenders
For those of you who don't know, James and I are hoping to get married some time next summer. He is one of those crazy intellectuals (I chose my terms VERY carefully) who has a million books and a million boxes of things he needs to go through and learn to get rid of. There is not space at his mother's so he is moving his stuff in with me. Today he went through his rather substantial sock collection. In it he found these:
You actually can't tell just how bright they are from the picture... but they are bright. I think if I were a man, I would title a blog bright pink suspenders. As a female it would just sound weird.
I don't hate most of his stuff, but rather wonder why he has it or why he's kept it. I've seen him pack his car for trips before, never once have I seen him pack a suitcase or backpack... He has two of each. I just... don't get him.
James loves to fish. At first I thought this was the dorkiest thing in the world for a 28 year old man to have (and it probably is)... but it's just too frikkin cute!
The apartment is *beginning* to come together for real this time. Most of the books have a home...
I told the landlady who bought the rug. She didn't seem too worried cause it's just a small sticky spot. I'm still ready to kill James, though.
That's the craziness of my day today. But the question still remains: anyone want a pair of pink suspenders?
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| bright pink suspenders. |
I asked James how he acquired such an article, and why. He (praise God) admitted he had no idea where they came from and no intention of keeping them. Good. I was afraid this could be some strange testament to your manliness and have been given to you by your dear Aunt's nephew's fourth cousin twice removed's father in law and therefore was not to be trifled with. I can deal with getting rid of it... But who would want those? Nevermind... I shouldn't ask.
People have crazy things. James is no exception. Among his collection of oddities (other than himself, mind you) we found a teapot of the likeness of Henry VIII (James has no idea what to do with it, I told him that I hear those make nice wedding gifts ;), a knight bust, and and about 6 or 7 laundry baskets.
"But James, I've never once heard of you using a laundry basket"
"I don't, I just acquired them through the years."
"....sigh"
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| insert appropriate "____ or bust" comment here |
Combining our towels and sheets has been interesting since apparently we both have a hoarding problem with those. I think collectively we have at least a dozen sets of twin size sheets. We've decided that we're keeping our mattresses till they die so we'll probably keep many of the sheets, too. I came across this set, though.
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| Not gonna lie, the thought of a little boy curling up in these sheets makes my heart melt. |
The apartment is *beginning* to come together for real this time. Most of the books have a home...
Okay, so, not a REAL home yet, but at least they're mostly out and on something... not taking up space in my pantry...
...which now is just being used as storage for non-book related stuff.
Reason we're made for each other #274,859,275: We're both idiots.
James: has a jacket with TWO mousetraps latched onto it. Thinks taking mousetraps off of jacket will magically fix said jacket. Decides jacket will probably need to be thrown out. Throws jacket with multiple glue stains (from the mouse trap) onto my carpet.
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| Degreaser, carpet cleaner, and concentrated carpet cleaner are no match for mousetrap glue. (Picture does not adequately show stain) |
I told the landlady who bought the rug. She didn't seem too worried cause it's just a small sticky spot. I'm still ready to kill James, though.
On the other hand I'm not so much of a genius myself.
Me: Warm day means I get to hang wet laundry on my deck to dry.I do so. Hours later I think, "I'll just let it sit overnight and get it in the morning." Next time, I'll check the forecast.
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| Two days later: still moist. |
That's the craziness of my day today. But the question still remains: anyone want a pair of pink suspenders?
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
It's the little things...
The other day, James did something really sweet for me. It was very small, but it still is making me smile.
That is all. :)
That is all. :)
Monday, September 5, 2011
First entry
Not gonna lie. I'm starting this mainly because I saw a bunch of my friends are doing it. There's also a bunch of stuff I'd like to post going on in my life right now. I just recently moved into a beautiful new apartment and I'm looking for a job. My boyfriend and I are waiting until I get a job to be able to plan our wedding, but it's basically taken for granted that we're basically engaged. I'm dealing with a whole new world over here after college and it's going to be interesting.
Lilies are my favorite flower, hence the blog name.
A few things about me:
I am Catholic, tried and true.
I don't mind saying it like it is, though I do try to practice diplomacy and not *needlessly* offend people.
I am really bad at keeping up with blogs.
I generally prefer the Traditional Mass, but both forms are valid.
I don't mind it when people prefer the Novus Ordo, as long as they think that Liturgy should be done well, according to the rubrics and with due reverence to the king of Kings
I do not intend to get into specifically Catholic issues, but I'm sure they will come up.
So some random things. James has a bunch of his stuff at my house because we're hoping to get married by next summer. Right now he has piles of clothes in my living room, boxes of clothes in my pantry, and a host of just plain stuff in my living area (separate from my living room though attached). Sigh. Tomorrow he's coming over after work to help. Today, I feel rather accomplished cause I put what will soon be my craft table up. I moved his stuff out of my living area to make space for it. Then I realized that this will not be the permanent location of it as the vent sits right where a chair would go. Sigh. I'm not completely positive that the craft stuff will go out here, but, so help me, I WILL make a spot for it all!
My room is a disaster because two of my three dresser drawers are broken (the part that slides it in and keeps it parallel to the ground is broken or gone). I am lucky enough to have a hardware store a block away from my apartment. I got the parts, and it took me 20 minutes to get the screw into unusually thick backing wood, but I did it. Then I find.... I got the wrong size. I spent another 30 minutes trying to pry the plastic part open to get it to work, but to no avail. Sigh. Going back tomorrow to try and get a bigger size. I'll bring the broken piece this time (. I'd love to be able to not see piles of CLEAN clothes on my floor and be able to walk. I wasn't able to before, but I could blame that on James. Now, it's just my fault. I hate it when it's my fault.
Now it's time to do the dishes and think about getting other stuff done.
May God bless you!
Lilies are my favorite flower, hence the blog name.
A few things about me:
I am Catholic, tried and true.
I don't mind saying it like it is, though I do try to practice diplomacy and not *needlessly* offend people.
I am really bad at keeping up with blogs.
I generally prefer the Traditional Mass, but both forms are valid.
I don't mind it when people prefer the Novus Ordo, as long as they think that Liturgy should be done well, according to the rubrics and with due reverence to the king of Kings
I do not intend to get into specifically Catholic issues, but I'm sure they will come up.
So some random things. James has a bunch of his stuff at my house because we're hoping to get married by next summer. Right now he has piles of clothes in my living room, boxes of clothes in my pantry, and a host of just plain stuff in my living area (separate from my living room though attached). Sigh. Tomorrow he's coming over after work to help. Today, I feel rather accomplished cause I put what will soon be my craft table up. I moved his stuff out of my living area to make space for it. Then I realized that this will not be the permanent location of it as the vent sits right where a chair would go. Sigh. I'm not completely positive that the craft stuff will go out here, but, so help me, I WILL make a spot for it all!
My room is a disaster because two of my three dresser drawers are broken (the part that slides it in and keeps it parallel to the ground is broken or gone). I am lucky enough to have a hardware store a block away from my apartment. I got the parts, and it took me 20 minutes to get the screw into unusually thick backing wood, but I did it. Then I find.... I got the wrong size. I spent another 30 minutes trying to pry the plastic part open to get it to work, but to no avail. Sigh. Going back tomorrow to try and get a bigger size. I'll bring the broken piece this time (. I'd love to be able to not see piles of CLEAN clothes on my floor and be able to walk. I wasn't able to before, but I could blame that on James. Now, it's just my fault. I hate it when it's my fault.
Now it's time to do the dishes and think about getting other stuff done.
May God bless you!
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