Sunday, August 30, 2009
41 For I deign to reveal unto my church things which have been kept hid from before the foundation of the world, things that pertain to the dispensation of the fulness of times.
The word "deign" means "to condescend in order to give or offer". In other words, the Lord knows that these things are so sacred and so special to Him, but He has such a desire for them to be made known unto us, that we may partake of these ordinances for ourselves and our dead.
With Holly's health complications, our once-regular temple habit has had some setbacks, but these last two weeks (plus a new perscription for Holly) have re-kindled that desire in us, so we hope to go more often in the future. We hope you readers do, as well.
Again we leave you from within the shadows of the everlasting bookshelves...
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Now, you may be reading this and saying to yourself, "Self, aren't all chicken nuggets the same? Can't you just go buy a big ol' bag of frozen nuggets and heat those up every now and again?" Let me assure you, Self, that in Holly's case, there is no substitute for the McGoodness.
Since Holly's tummy is still up and down, we usually play it safe and just get her a 4-piece Happy Meal. She's hot and cold when it comes to the fries, but when she's hot for them, she is downright smokin'. We've also tried the Wendy's Nuggets, but they just aren't the same. The fried crispiness of the McNuggets overpowers the breadedness of Wendy's.
The other deciding factor is the BBQ sauce. At Wendy's the sauce is more tangy and thick whereas the McDonald's sauce is sweeter and runnier, which Holly seems to prefer.
Just as long as it makes her happy and she can keep it down, I say she can have all the McNuggets she wants.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Sometimes, though, we just catch a nice $5.25 matinee at the University Mall Cinemark.
Today, we took in the 11:55 showing of "Julie and Julia" starring Amy Adams and Meryl Streep as the title characters. Both seem very natural and believable (dare I say organic...haha) in their roles, though Holly grew kind of tired with some of Julia/Meryl's over-the-top mannerisms. But then again, that's just who she/they are. Holly and I both enjoyed the genuine laugh-out-loud moments that season the storyline. (Puns clearly intended.)
To be perfectly honest, the other stars in the film are the dishes that the two ladies concoct as the story weaves between their lives. For food lovers like Holly and I, it was great to see the food play just as big a role as the actors themselves. After all, that was the basis of the blog/book/movie in the first place: cooking up the hundreds of recipes in Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Not that Holly and I would particularly eat every single one, but they all at least look appetizing on screen. (Well, almost. Holly's tummy is still a bit sensitive, so she had to look away at some points.)
The only potentially questionable content is a smattering of coarse language, mostly in the second half of the film, including a random f-bomb from Julia's husband. (I mean, really random. Totally out of left field and not really necessary, I think. Kind of like peppers and onions in a Philly cheesesteak.)
Given the heavier fare that has been dominating most of the summer, this is a refreshingly tasty sweet treat.
I swear the food puns are done. Promise.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Time: Wednesday, 4-6:30 PM
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
For those of you unfamiliar with the events of the last few days, here's the lowdown:
It all started Friday morning when Holly went to the Provo InstaCare to see if she had a UTI. It was determined that she probably did, so she was given the necessary treatments. I got home from my first shift at about 12:30 and she was fantastic! The best she'd felt in a while. I left for my next shift at 2:30 without a care in the world.
Until, that is, I got home at 6:00.
When I walked in the door, Holly was on the couch, looking the most miserable she had been since the time she went to the ER in April for a kidney infection. All the same symptoms were showing up: fever, chills, numbness in the legs, you name it. A new, scary symptom also emerged: lower right abdomen pain.
We rushed back to the InstaCare, wondering if it may have been an allergic reaction to the meds. After some poking, prodding and twisting, we were shuttled to the ER. My parents made the trek down from Alpine as Holly was wheeled into a room and hooked up to an IV and waited.
And waited...and waited...and waited.
Blood and urine tests were taken. The initial diagnosis of appendicitis was made, but at least one more test was needed to be sure. The doctors preferred a CT scan, but Holly's pregnancy made that an undesirable option: the radiation has significant risk for the baby. The doctors settled for an ultrasound, but noted that finding an appendix in that way was more difficult due to the air-filled intestines nearby. If the ultrasound was insufficient, the CT scan was mandatory.
As I followed nervously, Holly was carted to the ultrasound room. I sat and watched as the tech silently interpreted what he saw, occasionally conversing with the radiologist. As the apparatus inched towards her lower right quadrant, Holly grimaced in pain. Somehow, the tech saw something which looked like the appendix and phoned the radiologist.
No CT scan necessary. They found it.
Relieved, we made our way back to our initial room and played Waiting Game 2.0. This time, we were told we were waiting for the surgeon.
Wait, what? Surgeon? Sure enough, it was certain that Holly was going under the knife that night. There was a risk to the baby, but it was quite low. The question of when would be answered as soon as a surgery already in progress was finished. Finally, sometime around 11:00 PM or so, Holly was carted off into the O.R. as my parents and I waited some more.
About an hour and a half later Dr. Hill, the surgeon, informed us that the appendix had been removed without incident; the pregnancy was fine, and Holly was about to be transferred to a room on the 6th floor.
Finally, about 1 AM, Holly settled into room E661 and made it through the night.
She was discharged at about 3:30 PM Saturday afternoon and spent the weekend recuperating at my parents' home in Alpine. She could have gone back to work Monday, but elected to wait one more day. Last night, I brought Holly home.
Little did we know we weren't done yet.
Many of the same symptoms returned as Holly lay in bed. We took her fever throughout the night as we made calls to the pharmacy, the on-call physician, and the rest. When things didn't significantly improve when morning came, we were invited to go to Dr. Hill's office.
As such, Holly and I made our first ever sojourn to Payson at about 9:30 or so this morning. There was speculation a blood clot may have formed, but Dr. Hill was skeptical. Still, he recommended we return to the ER in Provo and have more tests run, which we did.
After more urine and blood removal and yet another ultrasound, an ovarian cyst was found. This is fairly common during pregnancy, but this particular cyst may have been leaking, which would surely cause pain. We aren't entirely sure, but that's the story we're sticking to so far. We've been given the meds we need to combat things for now.
We are now back in our apartment, which my parents graciously cleaned for us. Again, we know there are so many people who are pulling for us in many ways, and we sincerely appreciate it.
Despite all of this, there is a silver lining: we have now heard the heartbeat of our baby twice, thanks to the ultrasounds. Although it did not occur in exactly the way we would have imagined, we are so thrilled to know that little Austin/Lily is still growing and progressing.
Graciously, it is a miracle within the madness.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
I am providing this service so that you, faithful reader, can decide for yourself if that dollar burning a hole in your wallet or purse is best put to use with a good read rather than, say, a Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger from Wendy's. Mmm...Wendy's.
(Wait a sec, if you read these books, you won't read the blog as often! Meh...)
This week, we tackle a more recent Dollar Tree purchase: Desperate Networks by Bill Carter, entertainment reporter for The New York Times. It was written in 2006.
Carter essentially recaps the last decade or so of television history, focusing on the life cycles of such shows as Survivor, Desperate Housewives, Lost, American Idol, CSI, and more. He goes into excruciating detail about how each of these shows were rejected by other networks before finally landing at the current homes. Imagine watching Survivor on ABC or Desperate Housewives on NBC. According to Carter's inside info, both those scenarios almost happened.
Like any good TV show, err...book, there is an element of tragedy. In this case, it is the staggering fall of NBC from first place to last over the course of one season. The blame seems to be heaped upon the network for putting too much of their efforts (and money) into extending Friends rather than developing new, quality comedies. The book ends as two then-brand new comedies seek to bring NBC to relevancy: My Name is Earl and The Office.
For someone like me who has experience in the TV industry, it was a captivating read. If you are a TV junkie (and can withstand some colorful language), then you will enjoy Desperate Networks.