well, we're doing it! birth center it is. your pops and i went to orientation and got antiquated, registered, and we have an appt. soon. =) all rooms come with a tub (and a stick! ha!), so i may just hop on in there... they are in the process of building a brand new facility that we will
open this year. lucky lucky us! much nicer rooms and a bigger space.
i dont like it unless its....
;) inside joke. your pops will get it.
tomorrow is valentines day and i'll be sure to tell you that i love you. in the mean time, enjoy these granny smith apple chips that im eating while drinking my warm daily tea (lemon, tumeric, raw honey, cayenne, etc. - yes every day). you're probably yellow i eat so much tumeric. haha.
my little yellow water bug. ♥
Friday, February 13, 2015
Thursday, February 12, 2015
I Love Penguins, and Alfie.
i love heart-warming stories and will share them, every so often. things that make me feel happy on our journey together. ♥
Alfred “Alfie” Date is 109 years old and he spends his days knitting sweaters for penguins. Actual, real-life little penguins who live off the coast of Australia and New Zealand.
It
may sound crazy, but it’s the truth. Date, the oldest living man in
Australia, has been an accomplished knitter for seven decades. He says
he completed his first project, a sweater for his nephew, in about 1931.
Date had recently moved to an assisted living facility in New South Wales, when he got an unusual request from the staff.
"I think I’d been in here about 12 hours, might have been 13," Date tells 9News.com.au. (Watch the video interview here.)
"The two [nurses] come in to me and say ‘We believe you can knit.’"
The nurses explained that the Phillip Island Penguin Foundation had put out a call for sweaters to help the animals.
Sweaters for penguins sound adorable, but seem farfetched. But in fact, they serve a practical purpose in rescuing the birds after oil spills.
“This is not a fashion statement!” the organization says on its website.
“Knitted penguin jumpers play an important role in saving little
penguins affected by oil pollution. A patch of oil the size of a thumb
nail can kill a little penguin.”
After a spill in 2001, nearly all of the 438 affected penguins were saved. Date took the request to heart.
"The girls who used to work for me, they’ll tell you I’m a sucker. I can’t say no," Date says.
Response
to the request has been tremendous, largely due to the attention from
the press, and the penguin rescue group is now politely asking knitters
to lay off.
“Please
note that we have plenty of penguin jumpers at this time donated by
generous knitters across the globe,” the group says. They suggest
donating cash to support their work instead. Similar calls for mittens for koalas with burnt paws and knitted pouches for orphaned kangaroos have also resulted in an overflow of crafty donations.
Apparently knitters can’t resist a call to help.
Date
is not the first knitter of a certain age to take up the cause. Merle
Davenport, a 96-year-old great-grandmother in Ferntree Gully, Australia,
made headlines last year for her penguin sweaters.
“I’ve got to have something to do with my hands,” Davenport told the Knox Leader. She said each jumper (Australian for “sweater”) took her seven to eight hours to make.
Even if the sweaters aren’t immediately put to use, they are having a positive effect on the knitters themselves. The craft has been used as a therapy to boost mental health, it relieves stress, and it boosts brainpower.
One study found that crafting lowers your risk of developing mild
cognitive impairment by as much as 50 percent and may lower your risk
for Alzheimer’s disease and other forms of dementia.
So keep it up, Alfie!
Look at these! So cute!!! ♥
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
conception
ok, little one. we, very well, may live in a different part of denver once you're born, so here is a tiny peep into our current situation. we, technically, live in the city of denver, but are LITERALLY on the border of a little city called glendale (pic below). the glendale sign is right in front of our family room window. if we lived in unit a, we would be in glendale, but we live in unit b, which is denver. see those beautiful grassy fields? that is infinity park (notice the big "8" for infinity - pretty cool) where the rugby players practice and play and where your dad and i wanted to sign up for our gym memberships, but since we live in building b, not a, we were denied. your father was not a happy camper and had lots of colorful words. he said some very funny things when that happened. you'll learn that you always want to be on his good side. ;) italian blood runs through his veins and italian tempers are valid. even his pediatrician told his mother that he had a temper when he was 3. yes, the tender age of 3. truth be told, you'll probably NEVER be on his bad side... he's amazing and you'll be one of the luckiest children on the planet to have him father you. just wait. he's actually so cool that i've always feared being the second-place parent. silly, perhaps, but children gravitate to him like no other. animals too.
anyway, your mom works in that tall black building on the left. the tallest one. the view from the top floor is breathtaking. you can see the rocky mountains for miles (you cant see it well in this pic, but that dark line below the clouds is the mountains). your dad works in southern denver @ a retirement investment bank. im in healthcare and hire healthcare professionals to care for long term, disabled children. my job is why we moved here. we lived in san diego for 16 years, prior. its the longest that i've ever lived anywhere in my life and, to be honest, i miss it dearly. i lived here, in denver, when i was very young, so its interesting to be back as an adult. i will ensure your life fairs much better than mine, at that age. its part of the reason i waited so long to have a child. stability. i've become very alert and keen to and in this life and have always been a cycle-breaker. i want you to be the same way. make your own beautiful life because if you fall into other peoples cycles, you'll never find out who you really are or are made of. who knows how things will pan out... we just may go back to cali where your grandparents reside. you're going to LOVE them. especially your grandmother. shes one of the most incredible humans on earth. a very classy woman that never misses a chance to tell you how much she loves you, never misses a birthday (you ALWAYS get a card, balloon, cake... something), a holiday, or anything in between. its important to her and she makes you feel very loved. she's been a like a second mother to me and i'm so grateful for her because were it not for her, we would have been very alone all those years.
anyway, your own parents have always been very adventurous - thats how we got to san diego! sold my car and crammed our whole lives into a jeep and took a six day long road trip. but, there is a lot to do here in our new state though, so we'll see how we like it. we're still settling in. but, like i said, i really miss our endless summer... i always imagined waking up to the beach, each morning, with you in my arms. things change.
all of our decisions, from here on out, will be mainly due to you. =)
anyway, your mom works in that tall black building on the left. the tallest one. the view from the top floor is breathtaking. you can see the rocky mountains for miles (you cant see it well in this pic, but that dark line below the clouds is the mountains). your dad works in southern denver @ a retirement investment bank. im in healthcare and hire healthcare professionals to care for long term, disabled children. my job is why we moved here. we lived in san diego for 16 years, prior. its the longest that i've ever lived anywhere in my life and, to be honest, i miss it dearly. i lived here, in denver, when i was very young, so its interesting to be back as an adult. i will ensure your life fairs much better than mine, at that age. its part of the reason i waited so long to have a child. stability. i've become very alert and keen to and in this life and have always been a cycle-breaker. i want you to be the same way. make your own beautiful life because if you fall into other peoples cycles, you'll never find out who you really are or are made of. who knows how things will pan out... we just may go back to cali where your grandparents reside. you're going to LOVE them. especially your grandmother. shes one of the most incredible humans on earth. a very classy woman that never misses a chance to tell you how much she loves you, never misses a birthday (you ALWAYS get a card, balloon, cake... something), a holiday, or anything in between. its important to her and she makes you feel very loved. she's been a like a second mother to me and i'm so grateful for her because were it not for her, we would have been very alone all those years.
anyway, your own parents have always been very adventurous - thats how we got to san diego! sold my car and crammed our whole lives into a jeep and took a six day long road trip. but, there is a lot to do here in our new state though, so we'll see how we like it. we're still settling in. but, like i said, i really miss our endless summer... i always imagined waking up to the beach, each morning, with you in my arms. things change.
all of our decisions, from here on out, will be mainly due to you. =)
Monday, February 9, 2015
midwives and fairies and ~*stardust*~
i survived the weekend! with friends in town that like to party, its hard to be the odd one out and not drink and have fun like my usual self! its kind of refreshing though. the older i get, the less i like to drink. though, i truly love and miss WINE! mmm... i had a glass on saturday. dont tell anyone.
the doctor that i found for myself completely flaked on me, not calling me back for 10 full days after i had told them that i had a cali script that was about to run-out - directly related to my pregnancy. i have a million choice words for them, but am trying to clean up my mouth that loves to curse and call people names in anger. "breathe, d. center yourself and be a class act." ug, so freakin' hard sometimes. the world seems so lost. i used to be compassionate and feel sorry for "the lost souls,", but now i'm just getting frustrated at the blatent disconnect and brain washing. there comes a point when you have to open your mind and eyes. we cant be blind and dumb our whole lives. i called my cali doc and she refilled me asap. ASAP! totally love and miss her. she was so kind to me during the hardest days of my life with a loving bedside manner that all doctors should be trained to have... props.
silver lining? yep! i called my local midwifery and left dr. cornflake in the dust. she's called 13 times, since, but gets no love. i'll probably just write her a quick, simple letter of the importance of efficiency. i'm the wrong person to leave hanging. i'm a scorpio. screw me over with things so vitally important in my and my families life and i'll leave you behind with no regrets and keep moving to my sacred goal. aint nobody got time fo' that! (lady in the hood with a soda...)
we're going to orientation this week and i pray that its for what i'm looking. literally, i prayed. its weird, i'm a self-proclaimed deist, but still feel compelled to pray. if anything, it helps me sort through my own minds thoughts. and whats even weirder is that, last night while i started praying, i prayed to "the universe," like i normally do. i wondered, "if i do that, will ANY entity in the universe show up and infiltrate my wishes?" weird thought, but it made me stop and pray to god, instead. yes, i know, it should be capitalized... God. whatever. minor details. i feel like a damned hypocrite, but i was raised in a church with my grandfather as the preacher. people that are religious fanatics scare me. "praise jesus! oh, thank you, sweet jesus! i know you were with me when i won that football game! praise the lord!" (hands in the air, eyes closed, waiving around.) scary. stop it. YOU helped win that football game. god probably doesnt even condone football, much less have a hand in helping you win a freakin' trophy! and more-over, there are more lessons in LOSING that just getting a trophy. have some modesty. they scare me. .....rant over..... i digress. i have issues. lots of them. and they're legitimate issues and concerns. so, i just do my best. i always pray for guidance with it.
anyway -
i may even have a water birth! we'll see. i just want to hear our babies heartbeat, at this point.
one day at a time, my little love.
♥
the doctor that i found for myself completely flaked on me, not calling me back for 10 full days after i had told them that i had a cali script that was about to run-out - directly related to my pregnancy. i have a million choice words for them, but am trying to clean up my mouth that loves to curse and call people names in anger. "breathe, d. center yourself and be a class act." ug, so freakin' hard sometimes. the world seems so lost. i used to be compassionate and feel sorry for "the lost souls,", but now i'm just getting frustrated at the blatent disconnect and brain washing. there comes a point when you have to open your mind and eyes. we cant be blind and dumb our whole lives. i called my cali doc and she refilled me asap. ASAP! totally love and miss her. she was so kind to me during the hardest days of my life with a loving bedside manner that all doctors should be trained to have... props.
silver lining? yep! i called my local midwifery and left dr. cornflake in the dust. she's called 13 times, since, but gets no love. i'll probably just write her a quick, simple letter of the importance of efficiency. i'm the wrong person to leave hanging. i'm a scorpio. screw me over with things so vitally important in my and my families life and i'll leave you behind with no regrets and keep moving to my sacred goal. aint nobody got time fo' that! (lady in the hood with a soda...)
we're going to orientation this week and i pray that its for what i'm looking. literally, i prayed. its weird, i'm a self-proclaimed deist, but still feel compelled to pray. if anything, it helps me sort through my own minds thoughts. and whats even weirder is that, last night while i started praying, i prayed to "the universe," like i normally do. i wondered, "if i do that, will ANY entity in the universe show up and infiltrate my wishes?" weird thought, but it made me stop and pray to god, instead. yes, i know, it should be capitalized... God. whatever. minor details. i feel like a damned hypocrite, but i was raised in a church with my grandfather as the preacher. people that are religious fanatics scare me. "praise jesus! oh, thank you, sweet jesus! i know you were with me when i won that football game! praise the lord!" (hands in the air, eyes closed, waiving around.) scary. stop it. YOU helped win that football game. god probably doesnt even condone football, much less have a hand in helping you win a freakin' trophy! and more-over, there are more lessons in LOSING that just getting a trophy. have some modesty. they scare me. .....rant over..... i digress. i have issues. lots of them. and they're legitimate issues and concerns. so, i just do my best. i always pray for guidance with it.
anyway -
i may even have a water birth! we'll see. i just want to hear our babies heartbeat, at this point.
one day at a time, my little love.
♥
Friday, February 6, 2015
friday night partier
T
i
R
E
D
did i say that already? small things are veddy, veddy mighty.
* * *
fish tacos, chips - full of gmo's, beans
66 degrees. say wha? yes, practically hot. i think the hubby used his freakin' ac. polar bear jones.
vail this weekend? probably not. brian and his two cornballs are here. i'm prego and boring as all get out. i remember being pregnant with courtney king and we just wanted to leave the bar and chill. we laughed so hard at ourselves. i'd like to just curl up in bed with my two cats, watch a funny movie, and eat ice cream balls. lets see what i really do...
i
R
E
D
did i say that already? small things are veddy, veddy mighty.
* * *
fish tacos, chips - full of gmo's, beans
66 degrees. say wha? yes, practically hot. i think the hubby used his freakin' ac. polar bear jones.
vail this weekend? probably not. brian and his two cornballs are here. i'm prego and boring as all get out. i remember being pregnant with courtney king and we just wanted to leave the bar and chill. we laughed so hard at ourselves. i'd like to just curl up in bed with my two cats, watch a funny movie, and eat ice cream balls. lets see what i really do...
Friday, January 30, 2015
Respect
i forgot how much i loved this... i found it in one of my earlier posts when pregnant before. i adore indian culture and the spirit involved. the respect of the people is profound to me and speaks to me like no other. i read an article, yesterday, about how a shaman sees a mental hospital. it was breathtakingly interesting. they see how we treat our mentally ill as a travesty and believe that they need support in dealing with the energy that has infiltrated them. anyway, its a long explanation that was backed up by a schizophrenic pt., age 18, going to a village in africa for "treatment" and healing. he loved it so much that he decided to stay. he said he felt so much safer than in america.
anyway -
* * *
entry 4 days before we lost our little girl:
1/17/2013
lost on their path.
anyway -
* * *
entry 4 days before we lost our little girl:
1/17/2013
lost on their path.
Ignorance, conceit, anger, jealousy and greed stem
from a lost soul. Pray that they will find guidance.
Search for yourself, by yourself. Do not allow others
to make your path for you. It is your road, and
yours alone. Others may walk it with you,
but no one can walk it for you.
Treat the guests in your home with much consideration.
Serve them the best food, give them the best
bed and treat them with respect and honor.
Do not take what is not yours whether from
a person, a community,the wilderness or from a
culture. It was not earned nor given. It is not yours.
Respect all things that are placed upon
this earth – whether it be people or plant.
Honor other people’s thoughts, wishes and words.
Never interrupt another or mock or rudely mimic them.
Allow each person the right to personal expression.
Never speak of others in a bad way. The negative
energy that you put out into the universe
will multiply when it returns to you.
All persons make mistakes.
And all mistakes can be forgiven.
Bad thoughts cause illness of the mind,
body and spirit. Practice optimism.
Nature is not FOR us, it is a PART of us.
They are part of your worldly family.
Children are the seeds of our future. Plant
love in their hearts and water them with
wisdom and life’s lessons. When they
are grown, give them space to grow.
Avoid hurting the hearts of others.
The poison of your pain will return to you.
Be truthful at all times. Honesty is the
test of one’s will within this universe.
Keep yourself balanced. Your Mental self, Spiritual
self, Emotional self, and Physical self – all need
to be strong, pure and healthy. Work out
the body to strengthen the mind. Grow
rich in spirit to cure emotional ails.
Make conscious decisions as to who
you will be and how you will react. Be
responsible for your own actions.
Respect the privacy and personal space of
others. Do not touch the personal property of
others – especially sacred and religious
objects. This is forbidden.
Be true to yourself first. You cannot
nurture and help others if you cannot
nurture and help yourself first.
Respect others religious beliefs.
Do not force your belief on others.
Share your good fortune with others.
Participate in charity.
from a lost soul. Pray that they will find guidance.
Search for yourself, by yourself. Do not allow others
to make your path for you. It is your road, and
yours alone. Others may walk it with you,
but no one can walk it for you.
Treat the guests in your home with much consideration.
Serve them the best food, give them the best
bed and treat them with respect and honor.
Do not take what is not yours whether from
a person, a community,the wilderness or from a
culture. It was not earned nor given. It is not yours.
Respect all things that are placed upon
this earth – whether it be people or plant.
Honor other people’s thoughts, wishes and words.
Never interrupt another or mock or rudely mimic them.
Allow each person the right to personal expression.
Never speak of others in a bad way. The negative
energy that you put out into the universe
will multiply when it returns to you.
All persons make mistakes.
And all mistakes can be forgiven.
Bad thoughts cause illness of the mind,
body and spirit. Practice optimism.
Nature is not FOR us, it is a PART of us.
They are part of your worldly family.
Children are the seeds of our future. Plant
love in their hearts and water them with
wisdom and life’s lessons. When they
are grown, give them space to grow.
Avoid hurting the hearts of others.
The poison of your pain will return to you.
Be truthful at all times. Honesty is the
test of one’s will within this universe.
Keep yourself balanced. Your Mental self, Spiritual
self, Emotional self, and Physical self – all need
to be strong, pure and healthy. Work out
the body to strengthen the mind. Grow
rich in spirit to cure emotional ails.
Make conscious decisions as to who
you will be and how you will react. Be
responsible for your own actions.
Respect the privacy and personal space of
others. Do not touch the personal property of
others – especially sacred and religious
objects. This is forbidden.
Be true to yourself first. You cannot
nurture and help others if you cannot
nurture and help yourself first.
Respect others religious beliefs.
Do not force your belief on others.
Share your good fortune with others.
Participate in charity.
Take Two. Free Shamu.
crazed. looking back through my first pregnancy is interesting. i was a mess. so full of unhealthy anxiety. perhaps, it had something to do with her. maybe her missing x was the key to my happiness. either way, i was scared. growing up in an unstable environment so early really shook my confidence in life. but, i'm growing up. still, and every day. its so unfair to keep leaning on the past. the future is MINE. i can make my life exactly how i want. no blame, no fear. one of the biggest lessons that i've learned in life is that living in the past WILL KILL YOU. if we dont forgive and move on and make our own lives beautiful, we have no one to blame but ourselves. you will absolutely never evolve. EVOLVE. i'm here to make sure i do. its beyond important to me. its a life mission.
i realized that i didnt even talk about the second... not a peep. i was close to being out of my first trimester and thinking things were going smoothly. delivery date of 3/09, a Biggie Smalls-related date and the day after Jills bday (my Loves mom). it was perfect. again, just like before. dates. they are so relevant in our lives. 7's, 3's, 13's, dates, birthdays... its nuts. but, i woke up in the middle of the night. again. the day before his birthday. excruciating pain for 7 hours. we went to urgent care and they decided to take more blood. fucking brilliant. i passed out. i should have sued them.
painful details spared - 11wks, take two.
i released it into the Great Pacific on my adoption birthday. my father adopted me this day many moons ago, so its significant. it was one of the most beautiful days that i've ever seen in my life. we took it right to the brim of the ocean near the rocks. the sun was so warm, the air timid, and the waves washed lightly on the banks of the rocks in ocean beach. what i did was illegal, so i had to be cautious. but, i didnt care. i was doing it my way. i wasnt about to go through the bs that i went through last time. i got as close to the edge as possible, said a prayer, and released. but, as i did, the biggest, highest wave crashed to shore and nearly swept me out to sea! i kept my balance on the slippery rock and crouched down a bit for more stabilization. whoa. i was completely soaked. my eyes from crying, my being from nature, and my soul. i should have felt heavy, but i didnt. i fell into my Loves arms as we cried. i love him so much. he's there with such an open heart.
we walked back to land and decided to go into wonderland for lunch and drinks. lots of drinks. san diego is so incredibly gorgeous in late autumn, but this day was especially unique. wonderland is on the second floor while overlooking the ocean, directly, and has HUGE wide open windows across the entire span of the front of the restaurant. the warm breeze and salty air rush through and envelop you. its magnificent. its new, so our first time there. there was a band playing on the lawn near the beach. OB is a local hippie town that we lived in for quite a few years, but through time, has gone down hill a bit. now, you see more tweekers and bums, than anything. but, the old vibe still remains. this day, the vibe was hippie tribal (the music), people throwing frisbees, walking their dogs, surfing, skate boarding with shirts dangling from back pockets, and in the ocean, there were HUNDREDS of people holding hands while sitting on surf boards trying to break a guiness book of world records record. largest circle of people in the ocean, or something... they did it. we ran into an old friend and spent the afternoon with him and his newest girlfriend. it was a beautiful day. exactly what we needed.
oh, i almost forgot. we did a 5k walk through Sea World first thing in the morning. i detest Sea World for harboring all of their shamu's in a miserable life, but it was for charity and disabled children of my company. we got to pet rays and hang with an owl.
free shamu. i freed our little shamu. ♥
i realized that i didnt even talk about the second... not a peep. i was close to being out of my first trimester and thinking things were going smoothly. delivery date of 3/09, a Biggie Smalls-related date and the day after Jills bday (my Loves mom). it was perfect. again, just like before. dates. they are so relevant in our lives. 7's, 3's, 13's, dates, birthdays... its nuts. but, i woke up in the middle of the night. again. the day before his birthday. excruciating pain for 7 hours. we went to urgent care and they decided to take more blood. fucking brilliant. i passed out. i should have sued them.
painful details spared - 11wks, take two.
i released it into the Great Pacific on my adoption birthday. my father adopted me this day many moons ago, so its significant. it was one of the most beautiful days that i've ever seen in my life. we took it right to the brim of the ocean near the rocks. the sun was so warm, the air timid, and the waves washed lightly on the banks of the rocks in ocean beach. what i did was illegal, so i had to be cautious. but, i didnt care. i was doing it my way. i wasnt about to go through the bs that i went through last time. i got as close to the edge as possible, said a prayer, and released. but, as i did, the biggest, highest wave crashed to shore and nearly swept me out to sea! i kept my balance on the slippery rock and crouched down a bit for more stabilization. whoa. i was completely soaked. my eyes from crying, my being from nature, and my soul. i should have felt heavy, but i didnt. i fell into my Loves arms as we cried. i love him so much. he's there with such an open heart.
we walked back to land and decided to go into wonderland for lunch and drinks. lots of drinks. san diego is so incredibly gorgeous in late autumn, but this day was especially unique. wonderland is on the second floor while overlooking the ocean, directly, and has HUGE wide open windows across the entire span of the front of the restaurant. the warm breeze and salty air rush through and envelop you. its magnificent. its new, so our first time there. there was a band playing on the lawn near the beach. OB is a local hippie town that we lived in for quite a few years, but through time, has gone down hill a bit. now, you see more tweekers and bums, than anything. but, the old vibe still remains. this day, the vibe was hippie tribal (the music), people throwing frisbees, walking their dogs, surfing, skate boarding with shirts dangling from back pockets, and in the ocean, there were HUNDREDS of people holding hands while sitting on surf boards trying to break a guiness book of world records record. largest circle of people in the ocean, or something... they did it. we ran into an old friend and spent the afternoon with him and his newest girlfriend. it was a beautiful day. exactly what we needed.
oh, i almost forgot. we did a 5k walk through Sea World first thing in the morning. i detest Sea World for harboring all of their shamu's in a miserable life, but it was for charity and disabled children of my company. we got to pet rays and hang with an owl.
free shamu. i freed our little shamu. ♥
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