tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68029342024-03-14T07:16:28.144+03:00Scarlett's HavenThis used to be a blog about the trials, tribulations and challenges I faced batteling infertility. Now its more of the same about life, my now-adult daughter and 7year old QUADRUPLETS! My life boring? NEVER! Do I hold anything back? No way!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger354125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-9176738781092793502016-07-20T14:42:00.001+03:002016-07-20T14:42:04.098+03:00The Advisor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
About a week ago I recieved an IM via Facebook from a sweet, kind hearted young woman I used to work with several years ago. She needed to talk - badly - and needed advice from someone she knows and trusts that has gone through what she is going through.<br />
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She is 12 weeks pregnant with multiples and absolutely terrified.<br />
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She WAS pregnant with five (seemingly healthy) babies, but her doctor scared the everloving shit out of her and bullied and scared her into selective reduction. This is an option that MUST be offered to any woman pregnant with multiples of three or higher. Offered, not bullied. She has some regrets at this point. She is currently carring a set of identical twins and one lone wolf. God willing all goes well.<br />
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But she needed suggestions, advice, and answers to questions that only I, in her universe, could provide. She had been given no advice from her physician on taking care of herself and her unborn children. Healthy eating choices, and all other sorts of things with a primary focus on behaviours and habits that will give her the best end-result; keeping these babies in utero as long as possible and being born as well- developed, strong and healthy too. Every day they stay in counts hugely when you're growing half a sports team in your belly!<br />
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Being pregnant with multiples is not like a normal pregnancy. Don't fool yourself into thinking it is. It isn't. EVERYTHING is maginified in ways you cannot imagine. It is an amazing and yet terrifying experience and I am happy to share my experience with her and anyone else.<br />
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She contacted me again last night with some further questions/concerns which I think I helped her with. One OBGYN is pushing her to do a Cerclage, while three others are advising against it. She wanted to know if I had done one. (I didn't) I explained that of course it is her choice, but if she chooses not to do it, then she must modify herself a bit and be infinetly more cautious. Personally, and I am not a physcian, but she has already done one surgical procedure (the selective reduction) and the pregnancy is progressing well. In her shoes I still wouldn't do it, and I had a history of FOUR miscarriages, one of which was multiples (way more multiples than I ended up delivering). <br />
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I just want to hug her, she is so very scared. It is a very intimidating thing to go through.<br />
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As a result of this, and some recent encouragement from a beautiful friend of mine (yes YOU Ms. D!) I have been reminded why I ultimately (mainly) started Scarlett's Haven well over 10 years ago; because if I can help one person struggling with either infertility, or pregnancy with singletons, multiples and the trials and tribulations of raising of kids (multiples or otherwise) and make them laugh or smile through their tears and fears, then that is what I should do, and what God and the Universe wants me to do.<br />
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So here I am once again, for her, and, if it helps, for you too.<br />
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Smile baby, we got this!<br />
XXOO ~Scarlett Cyn</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-44786325701876902452012-06-08T23:24:00.001+03:002012-06-08T23:24:27.112+03:00The Graduate<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well Miss A is graduating on Monday and as such, we have spent the past few days trawling the malls looking for a dress for the occasion. So far the only thing we've found is a fabulous pair of lack patent leather, peeptoe slingback stilettos. SCORE! The only thing we've lost during this excercise?<br />
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My sanity.<br />
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Completely, utterly. This girl walks into a store saying "I'm not going to find anything here!" Gee, great. Positive attitude. GAH. She typically is a nightmare to shop with on a normal outing. For an occasion this important = HELL. Even the quads are pointing at dresses - some of them pretty nice actually!- and saying "Heeeey Sissy!! Lookit this one!" Followed by a horrified look from her. Daddy and Mommy's suggestions get a similar reaction. I wish I could go through this at least marginally drunk. <br />
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Heeeeeyyyy, now there is an idea!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-11996251270570734122012-06-08T22:50:00.001+03:002012-06-08T22:50:18.658+03:00Yearning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Guess who crawled out from under a rock? (HI!!)<br />
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Yeah, me. <br />
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I really need to make time for this again, somehow. I've missed blogging. You will understand I've been a wee bit busy though, what with work and raising a moody teenage girl and Quadruplets and all. <br />
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But I'm back. Hello? Anybody still out there??</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-70961239251050253282009-10-19T23:56:00.000+03:002009-10-20T00:19:39.814+03:00mama wants sleepIts midnight and the room is in shadows. Anya has woken Connor. AND Rory up with her loud "talking and growling". Aidan is a little restless laying like a prince in our huge curtained four poster bed.<br /><br />Rory is on my shoulder tossing and turning and Connor is in Nanny Siony's arms now WIDE awake looking at Anya through the shadows like "shut the heck up! And like he would dearly love to smack her one. <br /><br />Connor loves his sleep. A LOT.<br /><br />Aidan was cranky because MIL went on a trip for a month today. Wouldn't sleep nap, whatever and was generally grumpy until his big sister Arianna started making fart noises and asking him if he wanted to make pooopy, which he seemed to find utterly hilarious. Even with his beloved aunties doing their combined best to get him down to sleep it took a good long while. <br /><br />Ah, all are settled now. Rory at my breast in bed, Aidan cuddled in daddys arms. Connor is with Siony having his midnight snack as usual and Anya is hogging up the crib at the foot of our bed, stretche out and deep asleep, just as she likes it. My little bed hog; I love them all so.<br /><br />Now I will try and catch more than a catnap for a change.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-77249511330043429122009-10-16T22:03:00.000+03:002009-10-16T22:34:51.597+03:00Front PageFunny thing. After we had the quads, we were on the cover of the Gulf Weekly- all of us in bright color- yes, photo and interview. Now this week, my boss, the CEO of the company where I work is on the cover of the same paper! <br /><br />We were on the cover, naturally, about having had the Fantastic Four. They were on the cover supporting freezing the stem cells from a newborn umbilicus. Which I totally agree with but unfortunately could not afford to do for my babies. I wish I could have, but it would have cost us roughly $16,000 to do for the babies. Out of the question financially for us.<br /><br />But I digress.<br /><br />I thought it was cool and very brave of he and his wife to come out and mention the loss of two previous children. He had personally mentioned this to me in complete confidence almost two years ago when I was having one of my miscarriages and was so supportive, understanding and positive even though his wife was pregnant again at the time. He told me not to stop trying - never to give up. My response? "You don't know me- I don't give up and believe me, I won't!" He smiled at me and said good!<br /><br />It is nice to see him on the cover with his wife and two children- one of which was the baby that was on the way all those months ago. <br /><br />Good on you man. You're one of the best and most honest men I've had the pleasure to work for. <br /><br />But Andy? I was on the cover first! :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-32271881208294958962009-10-16T21:53:00.000+03:002009-10-16T22:02:58.067+03:00Bon Apetit!I just have to say it- I absolutely LOVE my weird babies to death! They are weird cause they love, love, LOVE broccoli! They woof it. That and split green peas and carrots.<br /><br />They just make me laugh so much. They growl and say muuum! And smack their hands on the highair tray for more and get really irritated if they don't get another spoonful fast enough for their liking.<br /><br />I absolutley adore my little darlings so very much and am glad they enjoy the healthy homemade food I whip up for them. It gives me a real sense of satisfaction and is totally worth the time it takes to do it.<br /><br />Bon Apetit my loves!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-76264821333207367302009-10-13T22:24:00.000+03:002009-10-13T22:54:11.598+03:00Angels really DO existAh let's see now... Last Thursday Anya decided to look me right in the face and say very clearly in a loud voice "MAMA!" I got so very happy, so she smiled at me with that ear-to-ear grin of hers and did it again. <br /><br />As if that wasn't enough of a slice of Heaven, then yesterday when I came home from work I was standing just inside the front door and saw Anya in the living room investigating things in the walker. I watched her for a minute and then softly called her name- she startles easily at times- and her head whipped around. She stared at me with what seemed like disbelief and then a huge smile plastered her beautiful face and she turned the walker around in a heartbeat and RAN as fast as her little legs could push her in that contraption to me. When she skidded to a halt by slamming into my shins, she looked up at me with an expression of triumph and held her arms up an open to me. <br /><br />I melted.<br /><br />Then leaned over and snatched her up into my arms and held her so very tight while I kissed her to bits.<br /><br />She did the same again this morning when I was coming down the stairs to leave for work. <br /><br />She is my angel... And the best surprise I have ever had in my entire life. I am blessed and beyond grateful for all of my children.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-64974925210512323392009-10-12T01:00:00.000+03:002009-10-12T01:10:44.120+03:00blogging from my BB!Well this IS fascinating! I finally had the thought that even though Ari hoggs up the laptop 24/7 I could perhaps blog from my BB. Fancy that! Oh well, better late than ever, eh? And MUCH easier than fighting a teenager for the one working laptop in the house. Gasp!<br /><br />So, let's try this on for size and see how it goes, shall we? We shall see just how much I can multi-task. Or something.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-83849923366160506842009-08-09T22:35:00.002+03:002009-08-09T23:02:19.667+03:00Mama CynSomething funny has happened since I gave birth to quadruplets.... I've apparently become the 'go to' person for expectant & new fathers (particulary those with twins on the way) that know me at work, and their wives, which in a way is kind of cool. Like I'm some kind of expert. Well I suppose that in some weird way I am.<br /><br />I mean, I got pregnant, I carried them well, worked until about 5 weeks prior to delivery, no serious complications in a very uneventful pregnancy until I developed a nasty lung infection that made all hell break loose and sent my ass straight into ICU for a week prior to delivering. Had nice gorgeous babies with good Apgars. I'm back at work. I haven't totally lost my mind(yet) - I dont' think. I'm managing... somehow.<br /><br />Ok, I have in-house live-in help while I'm at work. I pay for it, which I call piece of mind while I am at work that allows me to concentrate and do what I need to do to get paid, have medical insurance for all of us, life insurance coverage on me, and the benefits I get via my job that benefit my whole family and literally put food on the table and diapers on my babies precious little butts.<br /><br />But when I'm home, and in the middle of the night, and all weekend long- I'm very hands on. I stayed home till the babies were almost 5 months old. I was ON 24/7 and looked it. I slept precisely 2 hours a day - not counting the couple of times I would fall asleep while peeing. Not for long, but you know, a catnap. My numb butt woke me up. It got to the point during my 3am-5am sleep that when a baby would cry and I would fly upright in the bed, hubby would force me back down and I would pop right back up, mostly still asleep. Again, he would gently push me down until I would stay down, insisiting that i would get those couple of hours in my tired self.<br /><br />I guess what I'm getting at is that what I started my blog for, and am continuing it, has been mirrored in real life. And for that, I'm doubly grateful. Because if my experiences and 'knowledge' such as it is, can help someone have a better day, or make their pregnancy or infertility journey a little bit easier to get through, then all the better in my book.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-50627478061888036972009-08-07T21:21:00.004+03:002009-08-07T21:49:27.151+03:00Mama's HavenHello again! Have had several things running in my mind to post, but unfortunately, trying to get Arianna off of the laptop during summer break is proving to be mission impossible. I think she's upstairs in the shower or something right now... saw no one on it so I jumped while I could.<br /><br />I just want to say thank you. Thank you to those of you who have hung in there, and wondered just what in the hell I've been up to for such a long time, and those of you who know me from other bloggers comments sections, and those of you that have gone from my first blog here on blogger.com to my own domain that has gone batshit crazy- then into hiatus when all computer devices were dead, then took forever to get internet up in our new house, then for me to get my mind back in order to blog again... so glad you've stuck around. It means the world.<br /><br />Think I will make some modifications to how I blogged before. I want this to not only be my haven, and it is, but also to be a record of the Quads baby and childhood memories.<br /><br />It is only logical for it to work this way in my mind since it began and was a chronicle of my rollercoaster adventure to get and stay pregnant. I have to admit though, never in my wildest dreams did I think I would end up with anything more than, possibly twins, by some weird chance. I only thought I would possibly get pregnant with one, and that would be ok. To end up so blessed? Not in a million years.<br /><br />So I think I will seperate specific stories with labels of each child's name. Aidan, Anya, Connor, and Rory respectively. Tales about the quads in general under a seperate label within this blog, and of course, my usual antics about the rest of my world.<br /><br />So, thanks for coming. Get some snacks, have a seat, fasten your seatbelt, and hang on for one hell of a ride!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-84503629213049111862009-07-20T22:40:00.003+03:002009-07-20T23:20:18.812+03:00Mama Needs A SnuggleHello. Am tired. Beyond. Belief.<br /><br />Had a L-O-N-G day and then when I got home, late, things kinda went downhill from there- with the excecption of Z holding Connor at the front gate waiting for me to come from parking my car. (with my horny cat half-draped off the upstairs balcony yowling for someone to come make her day and be quick about it!) That's some welcome home, I tell you.<br /><br />Z's friends came over for a bit while I was making dinner (and burning onions on low instead of sauteeing them.) How I managed to burn them on low temp I'll never know. Aidan had fallen asleep in my arms, so Z put him on his mom's bed in her downstairs bedroom and I thought he took him upstairs to his own bed with the others with nannies watching over them while I cook.<br /><br />I heard crying but thought it was upstairs, so I didn't go running. Turns out Z's mom had gone in her room, and then come back out again shutting the damn door- Aidan woke up, cried a bit, then freaked the hell out at being alone and went into total meltdown. When I realized, I ran to him, and it took a good 45 min to get him calmed down. So I guess that means i'm pissed and tired. my poor guy. You wouldn't believe that about an hour after his freak out he was sitting on my lap rocking himself back and forth like he's in a rocking chair laughing uncontrollably at his daddy telling him "I LOVE YOU!" over and over again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-14551154199168228952009-07-18T22:51:00.004+03:002009-07-18T23:09:12.729+03:00Party at my place!Okay, so most weekends I might leave the house once and thats to raid the nearest drive-thru and run back home faster than you can blink. Well, that and to get formula. (because seriously, I have TWO breasts, not FOUR Of course I have to supplement with formula.) But more often than not, there is a baby hanging from my boob- or more accurately, wrapped around one.<br /><br />Due to other varied circumstances beyond my/our control, my bestest girlfriends and I don't get to see each other as much as we'd like. We're closer than close, and really, both of them were really there -specially N- when I was pregnant and in ICU, hospital, and hell, prior to my quad pregnancy even through my miscarriages. I miss my girls, ya know?<br /><br />Well totally unplanned, they both, plus 1.5 (another friend who's hugely pregnant from work) all showed up at my house today. Well SURPRISE! YAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. My afternoon turned into "musical laps" for the babies and it was great. Made my whole month, I swear.<br /><br />Kisses<br /><br />Thanks ladies, it was great to see you.<br /><br />Ugh, back to work tomorrow...I wonder who's not going to show up this week?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-34807492417824892542009-07-17T23:19:00.005+03:002009-07-18T00:09:56.286+03:00Scarlett Cyn is BACK from hiatus!I've been awfully quiet for a year now. I was without inet service since we moved into our new place last fall for 6 months. Then my laptop died. Hubby's laptop also bit the dust. My WP blog is down for whatever reason and I am back to my original blog here- at least for now- indefinetly.<br /><br />I have been busy and rather... occupied. Pun entirely intended.<br /><br />I became mother to quadruplets on February 1st of this year. I had my 3 boys and another girl who was the surprise of my life- we didn't know she was in there. I thought I was having triplets all along -and so did my doctors. Imagine our collective surprise there in the operating room? Boy, Girl, Boy..BOY! I thought we were having triplet boys. So much for that. Fortunately, I got to use all the names we had picked out. Aidan, Anya, Connor, and Rory - in order of birth, respectively. Big sister Arianna is so happy and so proud. She's absolutely wonderful with them.<br /><br />I went back to work on May 11th. Things have been a little, well, busy, ever since.<br /><br />I find myself missing my blog. Blogging in general. And, I want to document all that I've gone through not only for myself to look back on, not only to share with others, but so that my children will have something to look back on, so that everything is documented- my mommy memories and experiences. I've already waited too long, and I don't want to miss anything else.<br /><br />So I invite you to join me in my daiy shennagans and new multiple mommyhood to the Fantastic Four stories!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-1129239002607939562005-10-14T00:25:00.000+03:002005-10-14T00:30:02.613+03:00I didn't realize it was THAT BIG!I'm talking about my archives. What did you think I was talking about?<br /><br />........<br /><br /><br />.......................<br /><br />*gasps!!!* Y'all are SO DIRTY MINDED! What AM I going to do with ya?<br /><br />Anyhoooo, I just realized that I have a gizillion posts in my archives that need transferring to my new blog over at <a href="http://www.scarlettcyn.com">Scarlett's Haven</a>. And I think I will wait for my laptop to do that.<br /><br />Yeah, my laptop should be out of the shop very soon. My MOTHERBOARD crashed. ugh.<br /><br />Bear with me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-1122914921609998882005-08-01T19:46:00.000+03:002005-08-01T19:48:41.616+03:00<strong>DOES THIS EVEN WORK ANYMORE?</strong><br /><br />Ugh!!<br /><br />Blogger.com has totally betrayed my loyalty and perserverance.<br /><br />Fuckers.<br /><br />No wonder I finally got my own domain name....you know... this one: <a href="http://www.scarlettcyn.com">www.scarlettcyn.com</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-1121352503047500382005-07-14T17:31:00.000+03:002005-07-14T17:48:23.080+03:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">SO FED UP!!!!!!!!!</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">To all my loyal and faithful readers, aka "my posse":</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I think you will all agree with me that it is waaaay past time for me to kiss blogger.com adieu. Right? </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">To that end, I've moved on to greener pastures and decided to get my own private digs where I will (hopefully) not have to deal with crazy-ass shit like my blog freezing up for over a week and NO ONE AT BLOGGER HELPING (OTHER THAN A LAME ASS COMPUTER GENERATED EMAIL that was good for NOTHING WHATSOEVER) REGARDLESS OF HOW MANY DAMN <em><strong>HELP MEEEEEEEE PLEEEASE???!!!</strong></em> EMAILS I SEND! (<em>hint, hint</em>!!)</span><br /><br />Say it with me now, "<strong><em>Blogger.com!?! It's been great, but, KISS MY GRITS!"</em></strong><br /><br />Yes! That's RIGHT! I've got my own brand-spankin new HAVEN! WHOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Check it out: <a href="http://www.scarlettcyn.com">For a good time, click this link!</a> <br /><br />Let me know what you think! Until then,<br /><br />"Why don't you come up and see me sometime?"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-1121095598510293812005-07-11T18:21:00.000+03:002005-07-11T18:26:38.516+03:00<strong>Hello?</strong><br /><br /><strong>I think my blog went on vacation and didn't bother to take me along. Damn traitor.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Will anyone even SEE this post?</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Blogger helpdesk is SO NOT HELPFUL. So thanks for nothing guys. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>*crickets chirping.....louder and louder* (or is that locusts?)</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>sigh.</strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-1120862879149477752005-07-09T01:26:00.000+03:002005-07-11T12:48:24.606+03:00<strong>Oh What The Hell!???</strong><br /><br />Hello. Is this thing on??? *taps screen* Can't seem to get my posts to display on my blog lately. Hell if I know why.<br /><br />I, my dears, feel like absolute shit right now.<br /><br />My day was ok until my daughter asked me at lunch (in a restaurant) "Mom, what is a hooker?" After I picked up my dropped jaw from the tabletop, I replied "well...... um, a hooker is a woman who expects and gets money from a man in return for affection, to put it simply."<br /><br />How'd I do y'all?? Well, it shut HER up, at least.<br /><br />so far, so good.<br /><br />Mama 1, Arianna 0<br /><br />Then came Z a little while later interjecting a very odd question into the silence at the table. Curious? Who's curious?<br /><br />He asked Ari, "So, do you think Mom and Dad still love each other and will stay together or do you think that they will separate like sometimes happens to families and maybe some of your friends parents too, when the parents change and don't feel the same way and don't love each other the same anymore? You know, like your Aunties (his sisters) and uncles. Your uncles aren't bad people, they and your aunties just didn't feel the same way anymore as they initally did, is all." (these divorces he is referring to happened six and ten years ago respectively.)<br /><br />I don't know who was more shocked, me or Ari. We stared at him, then each other, then....<br /><br />Well, it was a weird-ass question, I tell you.<br /><br />She just stared at him with big eyes and said "what brought that on?" and I just looked down at my plate. He just shrugged and said "I dunno, answer me."<br /><br />Dad 2 billion, Mama 1 and confused and feeling slightly nauseous, Ari ......confused.<br /><br />He sort of dropped it, sort of. But then, later tonight, Ari was freaking out on me, and when I asked her what was wrong, she wailed (and she is not a wailer) "I don't want to be an only child! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"<br /><br />Great. Now I feel like shit. A useless, reproductively-challenged, confused woman. The worst thing is that I'm letting her down, not just myself.<br /><br />I just found myself apologizing to her, and we both ended up crying. God knows I've tried so hard for another child. God knows I want another one. FOR ME. For her, and to hell with everyone else. To fail in this most simplest of things for most women is so damn frustrating.<br /><br />Ugh. Somebody get me an Amaretto drip, STAT!!<br /><br />Geee, and how was YOUR day?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-1120775647850499112005-07-08T01:28:00.000+03:002005-07-08T22:07:32.376+03:00<strong>Testing, TESTING!!!</strong><br /><br />Hey, I've been trying to post something all day long and both from work and home, it is just NOT showing.<br /><br />So, I am asking for a little help, from you, my beloved readers.<br /><br />1) If you see this post, please let me know.<br /><br />2) Could you be a sweetheart (as I know you ALL are already!) and tell me the title of the last post YOU see? (cause frankly? I'm getting irritated as hell.) And it's getting on my last damn nerve that it isn't showing up. And due to the occurances in London today, my neves are already pretty much shot to hell anyway as horrified and disgusted as I am!<br /><br />And in case what I wanted to show ISN"T showing, I simply wanted to say this: My prayers and thoughts go out to all of those affected by todays terrible events. God Bless you all.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-1120740903118958222005-07-07T15:54:00.000+03:002005-07-08T01:27:46.100+03:00<strong>Horrifying Deja Vu</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />I was just wrapping up a meeting I was attending away from my office when I saw the news starting to trickle in on Sky News (the UK version of CNN) on the wall of plasma screen tv's of the explosions in London today.<br /><br />I had the same sick feeling that I did back on September 11 when I first heard about the attacks on the WTC buildings. I thought to myself "power surge, my ass, this is an attack of some kind. I hope it isn't only the beginning."<br /><br />Never have I wished I was more wrong.<br /><br />In the past hours, I have been glued to my cnn.com homepage, watching the unfolding scenes and news with complete horror.<br /><br />It's happening all over again, and I'm willing to put my money on the brain behind it, too. It has all the earmarks of The mad genius, for that is what you-know-who is, perverting and distorting the tennants of a religion for his own purposes. The timeline, the synchronization was too disgustingly, sickeningly perfect. One hell of a trademark.<br /><br />My heart, prayers, and sympathy goes out to the people of London.<br /><br />What is interesting is my theory about the whole horrific happenings today. The day after it was announced that London had won the Olympics bid and the G8 Summit. Coincidence? I doubt it. I wouldn't be surprised if there were 'sleepers' waiting for news of which city won the bid to make their move today. Sick bastards.<br /><br />If you will excuse me, I need to go email a few friends that live in the London area. To say I'm concerned would be an understatement.<br /><br />The world is a frightening place my friends. Truly.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-1120740874927209822005-07-07T15:53:00.000+03:002005-07-07T18:02:18.493+03:00<strong>Horrifying Deja Vu</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />I was just wrapping up a meeting I was attending away from my office when I saw the news starting to trickle in on Sky News (the UK version of CNN) on the wall of plasma screen tv's of the explosions in London today.<br /><br />I had the same sick feeling that I did back on September 11 when I first heard about the attacks on the WTC buildings. I thought to myself "power surge, my ass, this is an attack of some kind. I hope it isn't only the beginning."<br /><br />Never have I wished I was more wrong.<br /><br />In the past hours, I have been glued to my cnn.com homepage, watching the unfolding scenes and news with complete horror.<br /><br />It's happening all over again, and I'm willing to put my money on the brain behind it, too. It has all the earmarks of The mad genius, for that is what you-know-who is, perverting and distorting the tennants of a religion for his own purposes. The timeline, the synchronization was too disgustingly, sickeningly perfect. One hell of a trademark.<br /><br />My heart, prayers, and sympathy goes out to the people of London.<br /><br />What is interesting is my theory about the whole horrific happenings today. The day after it was announced that London had won the Olympics bid and the G8 Summit. Coincidence? I doubt it. I wouldn't be surprised if there were 'sleepers' waiting for news of which city won the bid to make their move today. Sick bastards.<br /><br />If you will excuse me, I need to go email a few friends that live in the London area. To say I'm concerned would be an understatement.<br /><br />The world is a frightening place my friends. Truly.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-1120594805844859912005-07-05T22:54:00.000+03:002005-07-05T23:20:05.886+03:00<strong>What day (week) is it again?</strong><br /><br />Well! I must say that my Amaretto stupor induced by my dear friend Bre was a doozy, apparently. Since I JUST realized that I never posted any answers to last week's Inquisition questions. Yup, definetly going to hell for that!<br /><br />My most sincere apologies, since I'm sure you were all salivating into buckets waiting in anticipation for my answers! (Yeah, RIGHT!)<br /><br />Let's cut to the chase, shall we?<br /><br />Cheryl b asked me:<br /><br /><strong><em>Aside from having Ari and not murdering Monster what is the thing you have done in your life that you are the most proud of? </em></strong><br /><br />That I have survived this situation I've gotten myself into (where, exactly to begin?)with my dignity and self respect pretty much intact, all things considered. Although I 'm pretty sure that I will at least be beatified for the letting Monster continue to walk the Earth, or I got a "Go Straight To Heaven for all the Hell in your Earthly endeavours" card.<br /><br />I'm proud of the fact that I've survived this long after so much hardship. God knows it has NOT been easy. I've always believed in doing my very best and giving my all in everything I do. That way, in case things don't work out the way I hoped/planned/dreamed, I know that I did everything I could possibly do, and this applies to all aspects of my life. I hope that at the end of my life, whenever that may be, that I don't have many more regrets than I already do.<br /><br />When I was so sick, back in 99, dying actually, and all of the hell I was going through, I had severe insomnia on top of everyting else, and I kept wondering why was he letting me live? What was his reasoning? I figured that he must mean for me to do something that I hadn't gotten around to yet.<br /><br />Perhaps He just didn't want Arianna to be raised by the crazy old bat from such a young age as 4 or 5. I was terrified I wouldn't survive any of it at the same time, afraid, knowing there were problems and complications and risk each time they put me under anesthesia that I could never wake up and that Ari, my beautiful angel that I wanted so badly, that I went through so much to have with a relentless determination, I knew that if I died with her so young, that Monster would so completely spoil and ruin any good memories of me and poison her memory of me, if not erease me altogether. This thought kept me fighting and determined to overcome it all.<br /><br />As is, it's bad enough the damage done with me around. *shudder, gag*<br /><br />Mare asked me something that had me hunting back in the foggy recesses of my childhood.<br /><br /><strong><em>Question, question...okay, since I just got done throwing my son his first real birthday party (he turned two, but he didn't have a party last year, oh and I'm exhausted by the way), what was your favorite childhood birthday party?<br /></em></strong><br />It's funny, whereas some things are so crystal clear, others I have to really concentrate on. I think its fascinating how our memory works. So mare, here's what I came up with.:<br /><br />Probably when I turned 7. It was my first birthday in Los Angeles. I had a Wonder Woman cake, a bunch of girls from school over, and I got a portable record player and the soundtracks for Grease and Saturday Night Fever. (Quiet, wiseasses!) Oh, and a really cute basset hound stuffed animal. These are the things that stick out in my mind.<br /><br />Man, but that cake was bad-ass.<br /><br />Either this b-day or a couple of years later…. Farell's Ice Cream Parlour. (a very close call indeed) It was very old fashioned, like from the Victorian era, and they had massive sundaes. I chose the 'Pike's Peak' for my party. They were named after various mountains because, well, that's what they looked like. Mountains of icecream! They would put about 40 scoops of ice cream or so – I'm serious!- in what looked like an old silver washtub, with toppings, like hot fudge, pineapple sauce, caramel, strawberries, etc… whipped cream, nuts, sprinkles… etc! After we ate proper food, they brought this sucker out on a STRETCHER! Then we all attacked it like little heathens!<br /><br />Afterwards we went to the local roller rink and ice skated for hours. That was fun too!<br /><br />Oh, and happy belated birthday to your little man!<br /><br /><br />The remainder of my answers will follow in a while........ (that will keep y'all on your toes, now won't it?????) Now if you will excuse me, I need to go have a nice allergy-triggered sneezing fit. (Damn sandstorms all day have screwed with my allergies and sinuses. AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!)<br /><br />Kisses,<br /><br />Scarlett CynUnknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-1120505966712123452005-07-04T22:26:00.000+03:002005-07-04T22:39:26.716+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/386/1600/Image(485).jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/386/320/Image%28485%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>PROOF</strong><br /><br />Because I wasn't really sure that you'd believe me if I just wrote about it.<br /><br />See, on a little trip to my local 7-11 type store nearby, I went to buy some soap and while browsing, I happened to look up and THIS (naturally!) caught my eye.<br /><br />See? This is why there is such a thing as CAMERA PHONES, people!<br /><br />And it says "For external use only".<br /><br />Number one... WHY?<br /><br />Number two..... Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?????<br /><br />This is a hoot, is it not??<br /><br />It's really just so that you don't have that "not so fresh" feeling, but if so, then what the HELL with the name? Jeez.<br /><br />Some pervert with a fantastic sense of humor, no doubt.<br /><br />What do YOU all think?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-1120340075754017372005-07-03T00:08:00.000+03:002005-07-03T00:34:35.810+03:00<strong>Good Lord Above!</strong><br /><br />Michael Jackson.<br /><br />Is here.<br /><br />Where I live.<br /><br />I dare you to find where I live on ANY map without using your internet. Go on. I dare ya!<br /><br />Have you heard that he had left the country about 3 days ago for some 'rest and relaxation'? The tiny-ass little island -smaller than Washington DC -I live on is presently hosting MICHAEL JACKSON as a guest ofone of the King's adult sons! They flew him- in with them- in on the private jet.<br /><br />Of course, the private jet is a 747 last I heard and cost a few hundered milion bucks after fitting it out with God knows what.<br /><br />And I swear, if I hear ANY MORE MJ songs, which are not played normally all that often, on the local radio station and the Brit DJ's begging (read <em><strong>WHINING</strong></em>. Krazy Kevin in particular was overdoing it this morning) over the air for an interview, and the local DJ's not much better, I just might scream loud enough for y'all to hear me back home in the US.<br /><br />In case you're wondering "WHAT THE FUCK IS MJ DOING THERE?" well...<br /><br />He isn't visiting with me, that's for damn sure.<br /><br />See, MJ's big brother Jermaine (remember "Do What You Do (when you did what you did)" back in the early 80's? THAT Jermaine. Well, he converted to Islam ages back and practically lives here. Apparently he loves it. Well, it is charming here where I live. Definetly. (excecpt for the god-awful heat, but otherwise, ok.) He wears the full Arab kit - out (clothes) and blends right in. Loads of people have seen him hanging out in Starbucks in the mall having a coffee with friends. No paparazzi, nothin.Once in a blue moon you see in the paper that Jermaine was here at all.<br /><br />I'll bet you MJ would kill for that kind of life. Although,poor thing, you can't exactly compare the two brother's careers. It would be like comparing LaToya and Janet. Apples. Oranges. But still and all.<br /><br />I seriously never, ever would have thought that of all the places in the world MJ would go to after that trial would be here. Amazing. Seems he's been friends with this ADULT son of the King for many years.<br /><br />Well, that's nice. I hope MJ gets the rest and relaxation he obviously needs here. Heaven knows he'll never find anywhere as perfect as here to hide out and be on the down -lo. Who knows? Maybe he'll find some inspiration in the region and make a new album, with a whole Arabic music flavor and have a huge hit. I'd honestly like to see his kids have something in the end, not see it all squandered away.<br /><br />Today? Today I feel super sorry for Michael Jackson. Because I guarantee he is EXHAUSTED and jet-lagged out of his mind. The Jet lag to get here from Los Angeles is hell on earth.<br /><br />Been there, done that Michael. BBLEAAAH.<br /><br />Now for a quickie Movie review.<br /><br /><br />If you go see War of the Worlds? Don't forget to breathe. There were parts that had me..... gasping for breath and jumping in my seat.<br /><br />Spielberg is a freaking genius. As if THAT is a newsflash. Tom was "eh" in the film, but considering the character, he did well, I think. The story line was a bit predictable after the first 30 min, and I admittedly wanted to smack Dakota Fanning once or 10 times,perhaps even 20 times, but other than that, generally a good movie (even tho I predicted the ending, as usual)<br /><br />This movie MUST be seen in a cinema. Not on DVD for the first time. Even if you have a big screen TV and surround sound. I have these and I'm telling you... go to the cinema. Buy some over priced popcorn (don't get me started. I was brushing my teeth for 30 minutes) and raisinetts (buy two and eat one for me. I love those and can't get em here!) and an even more overpriced ticket and sit back and enjoy Spielberg's genius. Because really, no one does alien life forms quite like him!<br /><br />Ta ta for now. Inquisition answers coming in a bit.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802934.post-1120254091972711322005-07-01T22:59:00.000+03:002005-07-02T00:41:32.036+03:00<strong>Who Else But ME?</strong><br /><br />Who else, I ask you, could attend a farewell party where there were Secret Service agents to be found (who for obvious reasons shouldn't be found)?<br /><br />Yes, yours truly!<br /><br />Z and I went to a farewell dinner party at this GORGEOUS restaurant/contemporary art gallery set in a huge old... traditionally styled estate property in the heart of the city with huge courtyards. It was just like something out of an old movie like Ali Baba and the 40 thieves or Aladdin or something. Absolutely gorgeous. In the middle of one of them was one of the largest single centerpiece fountains I've ever seen. I could have stayed at this place forever. I could not help but wonder where the 'harem' or ladies quarters used to be!<br /><br />But, as usual, I digress.<br /><br />So, Z and I walk in, greet our darling hosts, and they direct us to the bar. Yaaay. (Pay attention Wenchie!) I sashay up to the bar, I notice everyone else is having wine, but I'm just not in the mood for wine... and then I spy rum! La la... I order some grog... erm, I mean a rum drink, and then I scan around to see if there is anyone I know.<br /><br />Well, there isn't anyone, but I noticed a guy off in the corner near a window overlooking the other room where the guests are.... so he smiles at me,I smile in greeting (I always get a little nervous initially when I dont know anyone at a party.. then I make the rounds) and he smiles back, then gets a "Oh shit!" look on his face and ducks his head down.....<br /><br />and that's when I realize I was making nice and friendly to the Secret Service agent assigned to watch over the Admiral of the 5th Fleet who was in attendance and who probably wasn't supposed to be making friendly with the other guests, I presume. I turned back to face Z and muttered "Shit, shit, secret service, shit!" to which he replied "huh??". I whispered very quietly making motions behind me with my eyes to indicate the guy at my back.<br /><br />But I couldn't help thinking to myself... I'm at a party and there's Secret Service agents! Cool!<br /><br />Ok, the party was crawling with Americans and boy was I loving it! I went around introducing myself, rum in hand, and, as it was 'open seating', picked a table with Z in tow, made friendly with the other people at the table, Z realized the lovely lady from South Carolina was a former client of his, and we had a nice time.<br /><br />Dinner was served, made more acquaintences in the buffet line, mostly Navy personnell, and later, after a few more rum drinks when dessert was served and I had just placed a particulary luscious sliver of dark chocolate cake on my plate was I yanked over by an acquaintance of Z's ,Cleo, a lady from the US Base, to meet the Admiral. Literally dragged by the arm (she is a lovely funny lady and the Admirals secretary) by this petite 4' 11 lady with a 6'5 personality.<br /><br />And honeys? He is the youngest Admiral I've ever seen. Early 40's would be my guess and such a lovely, funny <strong>gentleman</strong>. So, somehow, cake abandoned, the Admiral of the Largest fleet in the US Navy and I had a lovely chat with Cleo about oh so many things for a good 45 minutes. And all the time, I could feel the eyes of the S. S. boring into my back. Well, with him and the head of PR for the base, who, ladies? Was freaking GORGEOUS.<br /><br />I mean, that was a yummy piece of man. Did I get a good pre-Independence Day gift of what? Maybe I didn't get fireworks, but I got SAILORS and senior officers with impeccable manners! If there is one thing I really love, it's great conversation. It was a nice bit of home, and it never fails to make me homesick. I was in my element and extremely comfortable. I come from a family of military men. My father and brother were both in the Navy. As was one of my maternal uncles, who was, at the time, the youngest EVER Lt. Cmdr in the US Navy. Others in my family were in the Air Force or Army. Dad tried to get me to join the Navy in fact. (If that isn't hilarious, I don't know what is! Me? In the navy? Uh, no.)<br /><br />Before I knew it, the party wound down, and people began saying their goodbyes. The Admiral was bundled out from some alternate secret exit just like in the movies by his 'keepers'.<br /><br />All in all, a very lovely evening that I hated to see end.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3