Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Ah, Hindsite.

OK, Mom and Dad, I'm about to out a little family secret, so brace yourselves: We were a family of spenders. Granted, we had very little money to spend, but when it came to spend vs. save, well, we ran with the philosophy that the former was way more fun, and we'd deal with the latter some other day. I don't ever remember my parents not having credit card debt, car payments and a mortgage. But we still took vacations and tried to live life to its fullest. There was little talk about the importance of saving for retirement, or a rainy day, or the collapse of the global financial industry.

I carried that mindset with me into adulthood. Credit card debt was just part of life, nothing to be worried about. Car payments were what you had if you wanted to drive anywhere. School loans? Well, you were investing in your future, so why not? Two homes? Ok, now we're getting out there, but hey, our first home is in a desirable neighborhood, surely it will sell soon-ish. A new business? It's in the green beauty industry, predicted to grow faster than any other segment of the beauty world, tons of market share to be had.

Worst economy since the Great Depression? Well that wasn't part of my plan at all. And now my life feels like a big ol' deck of cards and it's stressful wondering if and when someone is going to come along and yank out one of the bottom cards. I found myself looking around our Honda Pilot the other day (yet another source of debt), glad that we purchased a spacious car with a DVD player, just in case we ended up having to live in it.

I know we're still in the "lucky people" camp. The business is doing pretty well - all things considered - and we both still have our jobs - fingers crossed - and all of us are healthy - finally. But at PDI we've had to take pay cuts, and sales at the NOB have fallen flat this week, and so I can't afford to hire help, which means I'm still working 70 hours/week, not counting the hours when the kids are awake. Again, stressful. So please, buy yourself some natural soap, or shampoo, or lipstick. Do it for the children. : )

Speaking of which, for the most part, the kids are great. Assuming I remember, I really will post some new pics on here tonight. If you happen to be a Facebook friend of mine, you can see some fairly recent photos. Eliana is delightful, but I know she's still not breathing well enough at night to be rested during the day. She gets so tired by 6pm, she looks like she's been using meth or pulling all-nighters to prep for an organic chemistry exam. But she's brilliant and so compassionate. No one really predicted that last trait, but she is endlessly patient with Meron, even though Meron's behavior toward Eliana is unpredictable at best, and downright mean at worst. She still gets crushes on boys, usually older ones, but I think that's just going to be her. Her gymnastics skills have increased dramatically, which has me a little excited, given her petite frame and abs of steel (you have to see what she can do to really grasp what I mean).

Meron is much better since her surgery, but man is she still Two Years Old. Last night was the worst night we've had in a while. I think what makes it so horrible when she is having an off night is that her scream hurts. My left ear still smarts a little bit this morning, I kid you not. And when she's screaming in the car, I keep thinking we should hire her out to the CIA for use in their interrogation methods. Then I remember Obama's recent executive order, and conclude that there is no way Meron's scream falls within the rules of the Army Field Manual. It would, however, be highly effective. Had Eliana screamed like that, I would be deaf. So thank god for little miracles, I guess.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

The Blys made it to 2009!

Happy New Year!! Or, should I say, Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, AND Happy New Year!

You may be wondering just what I have been doing while not keeping the blog up to date. In fact, I've been blogging my crazy little fingers off...just not here. So if you're ever feeling like you need a little dose of Terri prose, you can go to the Nature of Beauty blog - - and see what I've been up to with the biz. Or, you can check out, too, as I post there from time to time as well. See? I have been blogging my little fingers off!

I'm sorry I've been so bad about updating you on the family, though. There's been a ton of stuff to write about, too. When I have the other computer with all the pics, I'll upload those. In the meantime, tomorrow Meron has surgery. My poor little punkin has had a sinus infection for the past 4 months, and after 3 courses of antibiotics, it hasn't gone away. It gets better with each one, but then comes back like the hour after she has her last dose. I try not to panic, and have been doing fairly well at that. Must be the Lexapro, because it's really the kind of thing I normally panic about. Just before Christmas I thought she had a bunch of ear wax in her ear, but when I went to clean it out, I realized it was...a....big booger. Then I looked in the other ear, and sure enough, yet another booger. While it was certainly possible Meron was experimenting with a booger relocation project, behind the nasty green blobs were streams of the liquid version (a.k.a. snot, in case you weren't following me). I figured that wasn't normal, and sure enough, the sinus infection had burst through both ear drums and the stuff was flowing out her ears. Apparently her nose was not large enough to do the job.

What that means is that tomorrow morning my little nugget is having tubes put in her ears. And they're going to test the junk in her sinuses to see if the bacteria is a drug-resistant kind like, say, a staph infection. Again, should be panicking, somehow calming typing instead. They may also remove her adenoids if they are infected, too. All in all, it's going to be a lovely morning, and I expect Meron to enjoy the entire process. I have already sustained some hearing loss after the visit with the ENT doctor. If you haven't heard Meron scream her best scream, just listen very carefully tomorrow morning around 8am, and no matter where in the country you may be, you will probably hear something that sounds like an air raid siren that occasionally stops to take a breath.

I think that's probably sufficient for now. I'll do my best to keep this blog in better shape, and within days, there will be some great new pics!