Angelus Custos

By Loudielyn

I am haunted by flickering street lights.  Almost every night, as I’m making my way home or to/from the hospital to see Isla, there is always one (if not two and, one night, three) street lights that shut off exactly as I become parallel to them.  There is no rhyme or reason to the particular street lights – this phenomenon occurs on different roads and different times with different street lights.  It gives me the strange sensation that I’m being watched – maybe by an angel; however, whether the angel hails from the North or South Pole of Christianity, is not certain.  I’m hoping for north of course – maybe it’s Isla’s guardian angel letting me know that they’ll be keeping a close eye on her while I’m away.  It’s a thought that makes me smile.  Note to reader:  I understand that this is more than likely a simple coincidence and that I’ve simply been driven batty by more than two and a half months on the NICU roller coaster J

By Crazy_Winged_Wolf

Ooh La La

What's the French word for "embargo"?

I saw a commercial the other day for Grey Goose’s new La Poire (read La-Pwaah) which is pear flavored vodka.  The commercial featured an American speaking voiceover telling us how the Anjou region of France somehow makes Grey Goose’s pears stand apart from the rest.  The voiceover ends with the gentleman pronouncing the name “La Poire” with a perfect French accent (nowhere to be found in the rest of the commercial).  It’s as if the advertising world thinks it can throw a few frenchy words into a commercial and we won’t be able to help being sucked into wanting their product.  As if our whole country is filled with brainless tourists.

I'm overreacting.  I understand that.  You know what it really comes down to for me?  It grates on my nerves when someone speaks an entire monologue in their normal speaking voice and then has to OVER-PRONOUNCE the accent on the only foreign word in the whole spiel.  It smacks of pretension, no?  

Ovenless Bun Update

Isla had a GREAT night last night and is doing well so far today.  I am so proud of her!  http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/islamarie/journal

In other news:  I am absolutely loving the song "Rolling in the Deep" by Adele.  I must have replayed it at least 4 times while I was breast pumping this morning.  So, yes....there I was hooked up to my pumping machine (hereinafter referred to as the "Suctionater") with the rate set on "good Lord, I think my boobs are going to be ripped off" and trying to chair dance to "Rolling in the Deep."  All the while, my trusty "Do not disturb" sign was on my office door which is the only safeguard between me and an office full of people, any one of which who would be traumatized upon seeing my impromptu jam session. 

Oh, and by the way?  Pumping is getting REALLY old.  Even though I do it every 3 hours, it feels like I've just finished when it's almost time to rev up the Suctionater again. *sigh*  I know it's good for Isla to keep up this madness, I just wish I had one of those hands-free pumping corsets so I could actually get some work done!  Although, in the interim, I suppose I have to settle for looking like this woman when I pump:

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....HA!  Just seeing if you were awake!  Yeah, right!  I'm still in the pony-tail, bags under the eyes, extra pounds on the thigh mode.  Besides, I only wear my ethereal headgear and shawl for Luke! :)