Wilsonworld

Lord Stanley of Wilsonworld

Since Nathan, over at Polybloggimous has welcomed not one but TWO kitties into his home, i thought it would be nice to revisit Lord Stanley.
As a matter of fact, several of the UCF'ers have posted pictures of their furry friends, and they have not had the chance to formally meet Stanley yet...so

Here is Lord Stanley......as taken a few days ago.

Why YES that is my laptop he is using as a pillow....lets zoom out a bit.....

He has an attraction to my desk. When I am trying to
work at it.

He also has an attraction to Keith's desk....he prefers to sleep underneath it..but will settle for on top of it when the need arises.....

This is from when he was still a a kitten...under a year old. This is Keith's old computer, that is how i know when the pic was taken. Stanley would lie above the keyboard and try to catch your fingers as you were trying to type.

I can't find a pic of him on the desk with the new computer...that will take some searching on Keith's iphoto...

But occasionally he will let you love him...he will curl up with you when you are sleeping and help keep your heart warm.

Cause that is what he does best.

Lord Stanley of Wilsonworld.... UCF...introductions are now complete...

The girls meet a stranger..and don't even get a dinner!

Today, i took my "girls" for an outing. They went to have their pictures taken. Today i disrobed in front of a total stranger, and let her fondle the girls. (boy, we will see what kind of hits on the ol' google search meter that brings)

I was at the hospital at 8am, and was met by a lovely little grey haired volunteer, who told me where to put my stuff, and gave me a lovely pink gown to change into. This was this first of several grey haired ladies that i was going to meet this morning. It gave me a reminder that while grey looked lovely on them, it is about time for me to give my own greys a cover-up.

I changed into my little pink gown, and took a seat in the private waiting room. Where i sat with 7 other women. All grey..all older..MUCH older..who looked as me with a somewhat quizicle glances as i took my seat. I was by far, the youngest in the room, by probably 20 years or so. Apparently I had been booked in on seniors day. More than likely it was just the fact that i am now in "the club". The club of middle aged-ness when mammograms are the norm. Once a year over the age of 40. Welcome to the club. I expected some kind of secret ceremony...at least cake....but sadly there was none.

I had brought a book with me and settled in to read it as i waited. But i wasn't really concentrating on the book. I was busy listening to the sounds of the unit. The first thing that struck me was the lack of male-ness in the room. Soft hues of pink, airy colours and softness all around. I listened to the hum coming from the next room, and began to watch the clock.

All seven of the grey haired women were called in before me, one by one. As their names were called and they got up, they looked around the room and gave a little smile. Was it my imagination, or did their gaze linger a little too long at me?

Finally, it was my turn. The very nice technician, who could pass as a high school student was very efficent. She explained what she was going to do, and then told me to disrobe. I made a silly comment about my girls being camera shy, and she responded with a chuckle, and a smile.
She put me at ease, and set about taking her pictures.

For you men, you can skip the next part if you want.
For you women, who have had these done....OUCH!
I am not a small woman. My girls are above average in size, and do not fit properly on the ex-ray surface.
I cannot imagine a small breasted woman having a mammogram done. The manipulation that is involved was to say in a word...painful...at its best point, excruciating at its worst. Combined with the pain and lumps that brought me there in the first place...made it probably one of the worst experiences.

But.
It is done.
My girls have had their first pictures taken...the first of many that are scheduled for this month. Next up this month they  get friendly with an ultrasound tech.

Hope he/she at least buys me dinner first.

Wednesday...it's the new Friday!

Here at Wilsonworld, we don't go by the traditional calendar. Because I am on midnights, and because I work 4 on 4 off on a rotating week, my weekends often fall in the middle of the week. Like they do this week.
It has been a long week for me, filled with worry and doubts. I wondered whether or not to post about the things that trouble me, but i have a child who reads this now and I did not want him to become anxious.
But I have spoken to him, and so, now I can blog without doing him any damage (or anymore damage).

A few months ago, I found a lump.
Now, it was not a big lump, but it was not there before and so it caused me some concern.
But then it went away.
And then came back.
And went away.
and now it is back again. (i am thinking of charging it rent)

But i decided that I was not going to play its game, and so i mentioned it to my doctor. Who examined me, and said..we need to have this checked.
And so i find myself off to have my boobs squished in a mammogram-type of way, followed by ultrasound pictures.

I know that it really is not a big deal. There are lots of reasons for lumps and bumps.
Thousands...I know because I made the mistake of..you know..googling it.
I should know better.
But I did it anyways.
BIG MISTAKE.

If i wasn't feeling anxious before...good ol' Google took care of that for me.

My head of course knows that there isn't anything wrong (knocking on wood..as my tests aren't until tomorrow), but there of course is that little voice...not THIS one....but the one that said...to Faith, my MIL...there are thousand of reason as to why there is a lump there...THAT is not one of them. But in her case, that little voice was wrong as well all know..and after the Breast Cancer, Lung Cancer and Brain Cancer had taken their toll on her, i was forced to realize that sometimes that little voice of reason is wrong...

I am sure that my tests will all come out fine, and I will be laughing and shaking my head over this in a few weeks....but we all know how the little voice can nag at you.

this is one time that i think i am going to ignore my inner voice.

For Dougie

Forgotten sounds
come at me
triggering memories of a time long ago

Youth in its glory
unable, unwilling unaware
of the truths that surround them

A voice
from the past
becomes a voice of the present
The Present
a present

one that we should never take for granted, as we did
all those years ago

The present
as we swim
Downstream.

Whilst given in black and white
your true colours shine through in all your glory

Thanks old friend
for our past
the present
and our future.

kimby
12:09-12:11pm

Wednesday, how I love thee.

This week, Wednesday is my favourite day. It would have been Tuesday, but since I slept away 14 hours of said day, there wasn't much for me to like about it.
Today, I am off for my over-due physical.
I know it is over-due, because my doctor called me to schedule.
Yep, we LUV our family doctor.
While transferring her patient files to her new office she noticed that I have not been in for my check-up. I did not go last year. Now, i have been to the doctors, but it seems like i have only gotten sick on a weekend, or March break, when she has not been open. Yesterday, i stopped by her office, which is now walking distance from our home. The receptionist, Theresa, greeted me warmly and then gave me the once over for not having kept up with my check-ups. Which resulted in me booking one...for today.

There are some health issues that need to be addressed...now that i fall into the "middle-aged" category... that I KNOW need to be addressed. But i have this thing about going to the doctor. I will make sure Papa, Keith, Munch and Bug all see the doc when need be, but for myself...there just never seems to be enough time in the day.

This is wrong.
With a family history of diabetes and cancer... I need to be more diligent in taking care of myself.
I need to get off my ever expanding ass and do something about it.

SO today, i go to the doctors.
Where she will poke and prod and give me all sorts of tests and blood work that i need to have done. We will talk about why i have not done the things i should..and i will take the tongue lashing I deserve.

I cannot take care of everyone else if my own health is not where it should be.

I am thinking that when all is said and done, maybe I will like TUESDAY better.

The government giveth, and Kimby spends it..

So, I wrote about the list.
Look at what happens when we set our mind to it...
Let us take another look at the list...with some updates...shall we?

Finishing the kitchen ceiling (tiles will be ordered this week...as the tax rebate finally arrived) Ceiling is ordered, and will be here on Friday. Colours picked out for painting said ceiling..and purchased. The cans sit in my library as we speak.

Priming and sanding and painting of front hallway. Not only was the paint picked for this project, it was purchased, walls were made ready, and at the time of this update, 3/4's of the painting is completed.

Finish the laundry room. (it is half done, and I have given up on changing the flooring. I am just going to paint it and tack down a carpet runner)

Finish the downstairs bathroom. (Tiling is 3/4 of the way done, but need to find a small sink to make the room more usable)

Pick a colour, and then actually apply said colour of paint to upstairs bathroom. I have given up the desire to change out the tiles. They are ugly..but faced with the cost factor of replacing them in a room that is larger thatn my master bedroom...I will learn to live with them. Painting them is not an option. I have looked at it. It is not doable here. I may however swap out the countertop. It is ugly and blue. It too could be painted, but would not last as long as a new counter...There are 10 different colour swatches taped to the wall of the bathroom at this moment. While several of them are an absolute NO, there are still a few that have possibilities.

Add to this the normal spring jobs of cleaning up flower gardens, and this year starting an herb garden so i can stop running to the neighbours every time i am out of basil..and we have what is shaping up to be a busy few weekends. Went to plant sale this morning and purchased herbs. Also have containers to plant said herbs into. All are sitting on the front porch, awaiting a home, which will be dealt with tomorrow.

SO....

the list is getting shorter, although in the process of shortening the list, we of course have found other things that we may want to work on this year. Isn't that the way it always works?

How are you spending YOUR weekend?