Sick

So, illness has hit the Non Stepford home. In the form of cold/snot/flu/migraine. Just a joy, really. Once again, count your blessings that you're not a resident of our fair abode.

The Heathens have been felled, one by one, by fever and snot. Then, it was my turn. A visit to a neurologist on Wed, to discuss the migraine issue, to be followed Thursday eve with the start of, oh guess what! a migraine.

The mother of all migraines, thank you oh, so much.

Now, I'm no inexperienced pansy when it comes to migraines. I've been dealing with them for some *gasp* 20 odd years now. But since RSD hit, they've been getting more frequent, longer, and way, way worse.

The one this week...well, if it wasn't The Worst...I'm scared of how much worse it can get, without my head actually exploding and leaving a heck of a mess for poor Wolf to explain to the kids...and CSI and homicide dicks. Do you think that they'll actually believe that 'my wife's head exploded from a migraine' story? Yeah, I doubt it too. Poor Wolfie.

Anyways, I don't remember Friday. I mean, seriously. I have a dim recollection of talking to a gf while Wolf was out at the pharmacy, and also of taking meds...but that's about it really. According to Wolf, that's about all I did. Bed, shuffle down the stairs, mumble, point, swallow meds, crawl back up the stairs. Throw in some moaning, whimpering, and clutching of head, and that about sums up my Friday, from what I understand. Oh, and add some throwing up in the kitchen sink. I remember that part. Figures I'd remember that part.

To greater illustrate the point, Wolf was getting scared. If I hadn't pulled out of it about when I did, he was getting ready to call for an ambulance.

And just for giggles, that gf I remember talking to...she mentioned something I hadn't considered...the correlation btwn high blood pressure, chronic pain...and high blood pressure and migraines. Followed up on that yesterday with a call to my health link...and got a butt kicking from a health nurse. Next time I get a migraine that doesn't respond to narcotics, I'm to haul butt (or more likely, get my butt hauled) to the ER, pronto. Its a bad bad bad sign of high blood pressure, apparently.

Who knew?

My gf J, apparently.

Well, I'm off. Still not feeling great, have a feverish Tazzie crashed out in my bed, and going to join him.

A Homeschooling We Will Blog

Dear heavens, I'm going to end up with more blogs than I can shake a stick at. See, I've got different email addys...and all I was TRYING to do was to add another email addy to THIS blog, so that I didn't have to sign in, sign out...I was starting to get MPD just because of email addys. Not a healthy thing, when I've already got some naturally occurring mental instability...my friends and loved ones call it 'the artistic temperment'. Basically, I can live in my head with plotlines and subplots and characters quite happily, while blithely stepping around a pile of 2 wks worth of laundry and so forth.

Anyways, it means that I've fractured myself into yet another blog. Homeschooling, the Non Stepford Style.

Now...question will become if I blog there exclusively for homeschooling stuff, copy and paste stuff from here about homeschooling...or bounce around like a psychotic super ball, posting on every blog.

Who knows.

When I figure it out, I'll let you guys know, then you can follow whatever blog suits your fancy.

Or...I'll end up in a padded room, from Blogger Induced MPD.

Just call me Sybil.

Rejection, and Other Issues

So, received a rejection today from the biggest parenting magazine in Canada. Or, as my friend J pointed out, they rejected my *pitch* not my *writing* since you send them a query, outlining the idea you have, and they decide if they want to see it or not...and they said, 'not'.

So, theres that. I'll keep plugging away, sending queries along. I wonder what the line is between 'persistant' and 'harrassment'? Guessing I'll find out, depending on if I finally get a positive response to a query, or a 'cease and desist' notice from a lawyer, lol!

On the other side, I do have 2 other actual articles submitted to them, in a different theme that they request full articles to be submitted. We're at week 3 of 6 that they say they'll contact you by if interested. Hopefully I hear a 'yes' from them on one of them soon!

One thing I find myself doing when stuff happens around the house these days is debating if its blog or article material. If I blog something, then I can't really use it in an article...what magazine wants a blog that's already available for free? So, it gets a wee bit tricky.

That the thought even occurs to me at all is a positive sign of how very seriously I'm taking creating a freelance writing career for myself...but may not bode as well for blog followers.

Wish me luck though...I need it!!

Well, Its Excercise, Right?

Tazzie and the Princess are having a grand ol' time. They're taking turns walking each other. On a leash.

Now, before anyone calls the Kiddie Kops on me, my children don't wear collars. We've *thought* about putting collars on them...shock collars even...but never have. So, they're taking turns holding an end of the leash.

Its Diva's fault, really.

Diva got it into her head to walk Jack the Eunich Cat this am. Went on and on about how he deserves fresh air and excercise, it was mean to keep him cooped up, blah blah blah. By the time she was done, I had visions of my face on a PETA most wanted poster. So, I let her.

Now the littles are taking turns...one is Diva, the other Jack the Eunich Cat.

At least its excercise, right?