August 15, 2010

Over Analyzing Movies

I shouldn't do it, I know I shouldn't, but I find it difficult to watch movies without over analyzing their content. Terminator, for example - the time paradox of John Connor having to be born so that he can send his father back in time so that he can be born makes me insane! I like the movie, and I'll watch it over and over again. But, it still makes me nuts, which is perhaps crazy in and of itself.

But, if I thought I was bad - I'm NOTHING compared to my fiance!! Holy Monkies!! I love him to death, but the man needs to just enjoy the experience once in a while, without over-thinking every teeny tiny detail!

We just finished watching "Brainscan" on FearNet. I really enjoy the movie (a great pick for you horror/sci-fi fans). The ending is one of those where you're not entirely sure what happened. Think "Total Recall," where it's perfectly feasible that it happened, but it's also perfectly feasible that it was all just some hypnosis-induced dream.

So, my beloved has to immediately start over-thinking it. "Well, that doesn't make sense because logically..."

Guess what guys, sometimes movies don't make sense. Hell - most of the time movies don't make a lot of sense. That's what makes them FANTASY in nature. Just go with it, even if it's difficult for you to do so. Makes the experience immeasurably more fun.

August 14, 2010

Heroic Dog Risks His Own Life To Save Another Dog

I couldn't help but share this truly inspirational video.

Whereas it greatly upsets me that the human beings on this highway (in particular, the one who hit the dog in the first place) did nothing to help out for so long, it's also touching and heart-warming to see that the other dog, who I can only assume was a friend, was so willing to risk the same fate in order to save his friend.

Honestly, it brought tears to my eyes.

Never More Than I Can Handle...

One of my favorite quotes is actually from Mother Theresa - "I know that God will never give me any more than I can handle. I just wish he didn't trust me so much."

Chanting that in my head on occasion has helped me deal with quite a few stressful situations, particularly as of late.

The baby and I are still getting used to each other, as happens with all precious new additions. It's not as though they pop out and suddenly you're 100% on top of everything; knowing the meaning of every cry, knowing exactly what their reactions will be to everything, used to being a mommy (again), etc. It takes some time to get into a routine, learn about who the baby is as an individual person, etc. And, the baby too has to learn about you. So, in the interim, settling into a pattern can certainly be a stressful undertaking. It's worth it, absolutely, but still stressful (like anything that's worth it, really).

But, lately, there have been a few more challenges unfolding here that are equally as stressful, with a much less pleasant potential outcome.

My uncle had a stroke. It was minor, for a stroke, but it was still a stroke. As a result, he's had to undergo surgery to place a stint in one of the arteries leading to the brain, become partially paralyzed (on his left side), and has a few other medical concerns that could lead to his being unable to continue living an independent life. My uncle is like a second father to me, so this has hit closer to home than it might if he were more of an "extended family member".

His condition worries me. And, I know this is a nightmare for both him and my father, as this is how their father died. Long before I was even a twinkle in my fathers eye, my paternal grandfather died from a stroke. It started the same way it is now with my uncle. He had a series of small stroke after "small" stroke until he was finally left entirely bedridden and paralyzed for over a year. At the end of that humiliating time, one last stroke ended his life.

Currently, my uncle is in Illinois. And, my father is out there for another week helping to take care of his finances, as well as where he'll be staying more long-term while he is recovery and going through physical therapy (and occupational therapy, recreational therapy, etc.).

However, should he continue to need care beyond which family members can provide on a part time basis out there, my uncle will have to come out here so that I can take care of him all day long.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind doing that. He took care of me for a many years. He continues to be a care-giver to me in many ways (the house that my family and I live in, is owned by him, so we don't have to worry about spending $1000+ per month on rent in CA). I owe him, and I WANT to do this for him.

But, with a new baby in the house, and two small children besides, it would certainly be a challenge ensuring everyone, including my uncle, gets the quality of care that they need from me. I'm willing, even happy, to do it. But the concern over how I'll be able to spread myself so thin and still take care of everyone is simply more stress.

On top of all that, there is the concern over my grandmother and her sister. Grandma and Aunt Gloria ended up in the hospital right around the same time, one right after the other. Grandma has pneumonia, which is quite serious for a woman of her age. Aunt Gloria may have to go in for surgery on her intestine.

As mom said, "What? Is this hospital week or something?!"

August 12, 2010

New Babies Are Awesome!

It's been a while since I've written, and there's a good reason for that. The last few months of my pregnancy were tiresome to say the least. I was going into the Dr. a minimum of twice per week, for monitoring (as I had gestational diabetes).

After about a week's worth of labor regularly occurring, but not dilating me past 2, they took pity on me and began an induction. That took about a day, and then he was born! May 25th.

The truly awesome part of the experience (other than the blessed epidural) was that I got to deliver him myself, after the Dr. made sure his head and shoulders were clear! This is the third baby, first boy, and the very first time that I've ever been offered that option!

We stayed in the hospital for around a day, and now we are finally settling into a definitive pattern with one another.

I don't get much sleep, of course, but I never really have anyway, so it's not so much bothersome for me.

He is an awesome baby! He is very mellow and "go with the flow" most of the time. He is positively gorgeous and looks a great deal like his father. And, he is just one of the sweetest little human beings I've ever had the privilege of meeting.

Two months old now, and he is growing like he has a phobia of being short!! He is ALWAYS eating! And, he's even a size 3 diaper already! It's NOT FREAKING FAIR!!!


Okay, I'm calmer now.

I keep telling him to slow down with that growing stuff. But, wouldn't you know it.... he's the living embodiment of stubbornness!

Don't know where he could possibly have gotten that trait from......