Trying to raise my kids the best I can

Friday, November 30, 2007

My brother in law- the con man

I was watching a Dateline show about a con-man who tricked a lot of people into giving/loaning him money. The way he was able to do it was by maintaining an image of wealth (he pretended to be a Rockefeller and lived an affluent lifestyle) - which was funded by his victims. As much as I pity the victims, it was fascinating how greed played a part in their downfall. This con-man really looked like the picture of success - someone that you could latch onto for a step up in this world. And they fell for it. It's a sad story.

But what was really profound was when I realized that that is exactly what my brother in law does. He always drives really expensive new vehicles, wears expensive name brand clothes - and basically lives a life that he feels entitled to without actually working for it. Our family watches in disbelief as he gets vehicle after vehicle reposessed, about every six months - and still manages to find a new "friend" to refinance another car with. While watching this show I realized it is basic human greed that is allowing all of these people to be swooned by his flashy lifestyle and want to be a part of it. Still, it's just jaw-dropping to watch, time and time again.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Not one of the smarter things I've done lately

It's a typical Deena thing... I took Dimitri to a new playground to play at. It had some awesome equipment. I love to play at playgrounds. Partly because I'm a kid at heart and partly because I'm athletic and love to challenge myself... case in point ... my sons birthday this summer in which I climbed a tree. Pretty far up. In a dress.

Anyway, this new park had an awesome rock climbing wall that twists and inverts. I got to the top of it and then realized I was stuck. I spent the next few minutes laughing hysterically and swearing. I mean normally I could just jump or fall or whatever, but being 5 months pregnant I knew that wasn't a good option. Finally I eased myself down into a standing position on a fireman's pole and jumped from there. whew. All right, I admit, I love the adrenaline rush. You know I'll be back on there the next time I go. But next time I'll bring a camera. tee hee.

... Reminds me of when I played football four months pregnant with my second baby. It's not that I have anything to prove to anyone. It's just that I luv a challenge. And I know my limits- they're pretty high. Of course, I've been known to use the pregnancy card around the house. "honey, can you move the fish tank? I can't, I'm pregnant." ha ha But then again my husband doesn't necessarily baby me either. Back in August (two months pregnant) he asked me to help him move the 300 pound big screen TV. Now THAT was my limit. I told him "no way".


Thursday, November 22, 2007

Dinner conversation

One of the nice gifts of my childhood was the titillating dinner conversation we had. And every Thanksgiving I get to enjoy it once again. This years discourse included the usual range of bizarre to educational: we named everyone in order of hair length and discussed plant cell death from apoptosis verses necrosis. Then there is the occasional jokes that are only funny to Christians: like when Mom explained that there was no gravy this year because of "the fall" ha ha. And then when we were raking leaves and Brandon knocked on the window to show me that pie was being served I joked to Dad "get behind me Satan". Hardy har har. We are just soooo funny.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

My new doo

In typical pregnancy fashion I got the urge to do something with my hair. Last pregnancy I cut thick bangs. This time I chopped it off! I've never had short hair in my life so it's a dramatic change. Not necessarily permanent. But I like it. My ten year old loved my long hair. He cried, which made me cry -for him, not the hair. Here's some photos I promised all my friends.

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My Slideshow 11/21/07

Monday, November 19, 2007

For your amusement

And maybe I can get Sapphira out of her breech position.
This is much harder than it looks because my center of balance is WAY off from normal.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

more birth stuff

I told Timmy I want him in the tub with me when I give birth. He said "only if I'm wearing a body condom". ha ha. But I'll get him in. I'm enduring the most painful experience known to mankind for his daughter. The least he can do is support me. Tomorrow we're going to the birthing cottage to check it out. He hasn't officially given the "OK". But I've told him - it's that or home. So it would be pretty dumb of him to fight this. Plus it's my birthday tomorrow (29th) . It's all I want for a gift.


Friday, November 16, 2007

How will you be remembered?

I was inspired by this obituary I read today about Clara Fox. She was an advocate for subsidized housing for poor and moderate income people. She made a big difference in her 90 years. I'm not saying that you have to start some huge organization to have made an impact in this world. Surely raising my kids well will impact this world for the better. But I would like to eventually take on some social ill, like Clara did, and pour my energy into it enough that something changes.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Sometimes I crack myself up

Sometimes I crack myself up. Like this morning after I finished putting my makeup on and I hesitated in front of the mirror considering brushing my teeth and I said "why not. It will be my gift to the world". ha ha. I'm such a clown.

And the other day I was driving to clinical at 5AM and I saw a funnel cloud touching down up ahead. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a tornado! I am slowing down, looking around me frantically at the other drivers yelling to myself "don't you guys see the tornado? Why are you driving into it? Why isn't this on the radio? A TORNADO, people!!" And as I drove closer to it I got a better look and discovered that it was a steam chimney from a factory.


Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Pieces of the birth puzzle falling into place

I wasn't sure what I was going to do about the birth. I was so undecided that I decided to decide whether or not to stay home when I go into labor (say that 10 times fast). But in the past three days all the pieces came together!!! Praise God! I REALLY wanted this birth filmed/photographed but couldn't find someone (with a little experience) to do it. At the Bar Mitzvah I was DJing this weekend I started chit chatting with a guest who was taking photos and there was something about her that I really connected with. So one thing led to another and I asked her if she would be interested in photographing my birth. She was thrilled to and it turns out she is a very experienced photography professor and film maker. I am so lucky to have her.

Then today I found a birth center 45 minutes away that looks like the perfect compromise between my husband's wish for a hospital birth and my wish for a home birth. I can have a water birth like I want (without asking my husband to barricade the hospital bathroom door which was my plan for a hospital birth). And despite being full for April births they have two more openings for March! Once that is official I'll totally relax, knowing I've planned all I can plan. It's the most important day of my life but it's all in Sapphira's hands now. I can't wait to go into labor now!! (Ask me what I think when I'm in transition though).


Deena's definition of friendship

You know you've got a true friend when she confides in you about her husband's porn problem and then doesn't judge you when you confide in her about your porn problem.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Pregnancy Stereotype

In stereotypical fashion I ate an entire jar of pickles last night. This morning I noticed it was empty and I said to my husband "wow, we ate an entire jar of pickles in one day" and he informed me "I had one pickle. You ate an entire jar of pickles." me: "oh".

Also, I've made up the loss of weight and now weigh exactly what I weighed in my last pregnancy at this point. It seems like my body is just programed to hit a certain weights. So I guess this could be another big baby.


Saturday, November 03, 2007

Analogies and Metaphores found in high school papers

I got this in an email. Normally I'd just delete this sort of thing, but I had to share these with you. They were hilarious!

Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like socks in a dryer without Cling Free.

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.

Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.

It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
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