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| Copying from my LiveJournal for the last year:
On October 28, 2007, I wrote:
You might just possibly want to know...
Yesterday, October 27th, 2007, I proposed to the sweet one I've been going out with for over a year and a half and have been living with for eleven months.
After something approaching jaw-dropping shock, she said yes. 
On October 30, 2007, I wrote:
"So, What's the Date?"
The number one question I've been asked since becoming engaged is what the wedding date is. For those of you who are gnawingly curious (or just gnawing), here it is:
Saturday, November 1st, 2008
That's right, a year from this Thursday. Yaay!
On November 12, 2008, I wrote:
MARRIED! And now...
Kids? Heh, we're going over possible names for offspring. Here's what we've got so far:
Male
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| Female | | Marcus |
| Charlotte | | Quinn |
| Bianca | | Timothy |
| Alexandra | | Alexander |
| Danielle |
So, what do you all think? Mind you, these are first names.
Aldous
And finally, on November 21, 2008, I wrote:
Five Love Memes...
Hi all! So, I've seen this meme passed around the LJ's of several friends, so here are my results. I had a really hard time choosing between many of the pairs in the quiz, so I'm not 100% sure how accurate these are.
I feel loved when...The Five Love LanguagesMy Primary Love Languages are probably Acts of Service and Quality TimeMy Detailed Results:|
| Acts of Service: | 9 | | Quality Time: | 9 | | Physical Touch: | 6 | | Words of Affirmation: | 4 | | Receiving Gifts: | 2 |
About this quizUnhappiness in relationships is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. It can be helpful to know what language you speak and what language those around you speak.
Tag 3 people so they can find out what their love language is.
Take the Quiz!
Check out the Book
There... you're all caught up now!
Aldous
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| Okay, so here's the deal...
I've been out of work for over a
month, thanks to the fact that I haven't been able to stop from
throwing up once to twice a day every day since July 22nd. At first,
other symptoms accompanied it, making me think that it was a simple
bout of gestroenteritis (see "stomach flu"). However, after a week, all
other symptoms faded except for the nausea and vomiting. Mind you, with
losing roughly half of what I attempted to eat, fatigue also is present.
So,
when it wasn't likely flu, they ran a set of bloodwork to see if it was
kidney or liver function related. Negative, no trouble there. They then
ran blood to see if it was anything metabolic at all- diabetes or
anything else. Again, negative (much to my relief, diabetes runs in my
family). They then had me undergo an Upper GI scan, the kind of
radiological scan where they have you drink down a barium shake so they
can take picures of your stomach.
The most disturbing thing
about that procedure was how much the barium reminded me of old-school
McDonald's strawberry milkshakes. Yet another reason NOT to partake of
the golden arches.
The Upper GI revealed what looked like a
growth inside my stomach, a gastric polyp. These growths are rarely
malignant, but still, that needed to be taken care of, so, yesterday I
went to St. Mary's Hospital to have a gastroscopy (where they stick a
tube down your throat so they can see, take pictures of and perform
laser surgery on the inside of your stomach).
Ahead of that
procedure, which was scheduled for 3:30 in the afternoon, they don't
want you to have anything but clear liquids after midnight and nothing
at all after 8:00 am. Needless to say that I was very hungry and
thirsty by the time I got to the hospital.
Given the use of
anesthesia, they didn't want you to drive yourself to and from the
hospital (especially FROM), so Jim took me there and sat with me awhile
until it was time for the procedure. It was good to not have to take
the bus and be there alone.
So, I was put under for the first
time in my life, and the doctor said that most people recalled th
procedure hazily while under and was merely comfortable, but a few
responded by simply blacking out.
I was the latter. I recall
NOTHING of it. That might have something to do with how I don't drink
alcohol or use any other form of sedative drug, ever-- my body has no
resistance built up to that sort of thing.
When I came to, I
discovered that they had not found a polyp while they were in there.
There were a few things they took some biopsy material of but that was
all they did in there besides take pictures (I have a copy of these
images too, if anyone cares to see them).
I was driven home by
another friend, Rodney, and it was only five or ten minutes before two
more dear folks, Sarah-Jean and Peter showed up to watch over me for
awhile, bring me some gentle food to eat and/or cook while my stomach
heals, and share some DVDs with me. Peter lost interest in the second
movie and went and cleaned my kitchen!
After a few hours, they
were quite satisfied that I was doing okay, and they left, letting me
hit the sack and sleep. I slept very soundly, only having one dream
that was particularly distressing. I woke up this morning around 10:00
am.
So, now I'm waiting to see if I will stil be throwing up
when my stomach returns to normal use (I've not eaten much yet, but
that's about to change), as they didn't actually remove much of
anything or do anything more than get some biopsy samples, so I'm not
optimistic that whatever's bothering me has been addressed.
At least I'm doing okay after the procedure.
So,
that's the update for you all. Sorry for not giving you all more
frequent updates, but I've not been up to much online the last month. | | |
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My weekend has been disastrous in some ways, though fortunate in others, depending how you look at it.
Saturday night, at 11:30pm or so, I hit a deer that leaped onto the freeway. I
was traveling at about 70 miles per hour. The car isn't totaled, but it
is not in anything approaching drivable condition- the windshield was
shattered and punctured, the body panels down the driver's side were
ruined, the driver's side mirror was snapped off, and due to my landing
the car on a stump, the front axle appears snapped. Oh, and the front
passenger-side tire is blown.
Really, the car could easily have suffered much worse damage, but still, this is going to be very costly.
This all occurred near Osseo, Wisconsin, about 150 miles from Madison. That complicates matters as well.
I
stayed there at a motel that night. Sunday morning, I managed to make
arrangements to get a ride to Madison, and got home by 5:30pm or so. The car will
be looked at this week by an Osseo shop.
As for any wounds, cuts,
bruises, scrapes or other injuries I suffered from this, I came away
without even a nick. The officer who helped at the scene said I had a
cut on my face under my right eye that "didn't look too serious". When
I got to my motel room, I looked in the mirror and saw a vertical line
of congealed blood there. I took a washcloth, ran it under hot water,
and dabbed at it until I had it clean.. and discovered that the blood
wasn't mine- it was from the deer.
This has been... one hell of a weekend. | | |
| - The Show Must Go On -
Okay, so the following might distress some folks. Don't worry, I'm not
in as bad a sorts as these lyrics might make you think, if read without
this disclaimer. This song has just really struck a chord with me
lately, and I've found that I can cover it vocally in its entirety. For
anyone who is familiar with the song, you know that's a hell of a
stretch into the upper reaches for my voice.
THE SHOW MUST GO ON
by Queen
Empty spaces...
What are we living for?
Abandoned places...
I guess we know the score.
On and on...
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero...
Another mindless crime
Behind the curtain...
In the pantomime
Hold the line!
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The show must go on.
The show must go on!
Inside, my heart is breaking
My makeup may be flaking
But my smile
Still stays on.
Whatever happens...
I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache...
Another failed romance
On and on...
Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I'm learning...
I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning...
Round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking,
But inside, in the dark, I'm aching
To be free!
The show must go on.
The show must go on!
Inside, my heart is breaking
My makeup may be flaking
But my smile
Still stays on.
My soul is painted
Like the wings of butterflies!
Fairytales of yesterday
Will grow, but never die!
I can fly, my friends!
The show must go on!
The show must go on!!
I'll face it with a grin!
I'm never giving in!
On with the show!!!
I'll top the bill
I'll overkill
I have to find the will
To carry on (with the show)
On with the show..
The Show!!
The show must go on... | | |
| Your Deadly Sins | | Lust: 80% | | Wrath: 60% | | Envy: 20% | | Greed: 20% | | Pride: 20% | | Gluttony: 0% | | Sloth: 0% | | Chance You'll Go to Hell: 29% | | You'll die from overexertion. *wink* |
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