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Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Quirky People
No seriously, we met through a video game called World of Warcraft. I played a Gnome Warlock and he played a Human Mage. Both our characters are a type of class nicknamed as 'casters'. We basically are very similar and also the opposite.
Warlocks do damage over time. We are the epitome of consistency, accuracy, accountability, and reliability. We can project how much damage we will do - 10 bad guys before, and we plan for things well in advance. Warlocks are prepared. Warlocks also stand there and take damage (aka we nickname this "tanking"). We can handle a ton of crap thrown at us and usually are one of the most patient classes in the game. It is basically the project managers' dream class, considering the entirety of the gameplay revolves around managing your rotation of spells that provide the most damage output in the least amount of time with the highest survivability rate. Not to forget, that we also have to micromanage pets (and their skills) while doing all the rest of that stuff.
Mages on the other hand are glass canons. HUUUUUGE damage. KaBOOM damage, but hardly any damage over time. Their class is completely streaky. Literally, they rely on something called 'Proc', which stands for Programmed Random Occurrence It basically is a 'chance on hit', based on probability and randomness. Mages even have a spell named, "Hot Streak" that allows them to do a crazy amount of damage in a short period time (a random occurrence). Mages are completely reactionary. If someone comes at them and they aren't prepared, they have spells that allow them to GTFO or literally go invisible. They don't "tank" anything or else they'd die in 2 seconds. There is hardly any need to manage any type of spell rotation. It's based on quick reactionary thinking. "Shit, there's a bad guy over there!" *BLAST IT!!!* "Yay, it's dead."
Anyway, I guess the reason why I brought that up is because my husband and I completely reflect our WoW characters in many ways. Maybe that's why we fell in love; Because we're so alike, yet so different. We both shot fireballs. Mine was a tiny fireball that burned my victim over time until they'd die a slow and painful death. My husbands was a big fireball that may or may not kill on contact (most times it would), but it'd for sure blast the bastard's face wide open.
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Okay I'm getting to the point, lol really!
So like any other couple out there, we struggle with our marriage. No dealbreakers, really. Just the same ol' crap that any truly loving couple goes through.
We have annoying quirks that we can't stand sometimes. My husband seems to be the American military when it comes to emotions and I'm a vulcan, apparently. Spock is my brother from another mother.
Together, we magically balance each other out. Very well actually, but Jesus is it ever difficult sometimes.
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We had a huge shit flinging contest a few mornings ago. No seriously, we don't really fight-fight much, but a few mornings ago, the gloves came off and we were spouting the most hurtful stuff. I know, what the f*ck, hey?
Ah, it's because we love each other. Not love like family and this is what we've chosen so suck it up kinda love, but deeply care about each other's well being & happiness.
Anyway, it got to a point where we didn't know what to do next. I just wasn't thrilled with the argument and didn't want to (for lack of a better description) "put up with that kind of shit again".
Chris asked if there was anything he could do to make things better.
I stewed about this for a while; 2 hours in fact.
We could have a divorce and be bloody drama queens about this, or we could be adults and work on our neglected relationship.
I asked him to sit down because I had something to say. He was very apprehensive because at this point, he's thinking it's the big D word.
I asked him if we could make a contract for our relationship. My catch was, if he wasn't up for doing this, then I would be leaving. We needed to make a rulebook.
I don't think I've ever seen him so happy to hear me say 'lets work on our relationship'.
So this is what we've got. It's called our post-it. It's named after Meredith & Derek Sheppard's vows from Grey's Anatomy. We have it as an 11x14. It will be framed and mounted on the wall in our bedroom so we can reflect upon it.
Yeah, we're weirdos!! We're the kind of people that have a constitution right next to our bed to keep the peace.
One day, I hope our kids see this and are proud of us for working on our marriage for our sakes and for theirs. :)
Monday, May 6, 2013
Chris really supports my brainstorming, but he also doesn't really care to hear about it. It's okay - there are many things that he's interested in that I don't care much for, either. :)
Disregard this post if you're not into theoretical science. I had a dream last night and figured out theoretical cure for neurological diseases. I woke up this morning and researched the main parts of my dream and so far, the theory behind it seems sound.
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First of all, the issue that I focused on was the effects of basal ganglia damage, i.e. head trauma, drug abuse, neurological (genetic or mutated) defects, death.
Basal Ganglia, is a section of your brain that's basically neighbours with your Cerebral Cortex & Thalamus. This big shot Mr. B Ganglia, is responsible for much of the chaos and order in our lives. He controls our habits and our habitual emotional responses. He's also the cause of our motivation or lack thereof.
Our Cerebral Cortex aka Carrie, is responsible for our memory, presence (in the now), awareness of surroundings, overall observance, among a ton of other important qualities.
the Thalalmus aka Miranda, lives down the street. She's a good friend of Carrie and speaks with her on a regular basis.
Anyway, Mr. Big, lives kiddy corner to Carrie & Miranda. He constantly flirts with Carrie and causes drama. Miranda tries to regulate him, but in the end of the day, his inherent habits and fears, cloud his emotional regulation and he ends up repeatedly flirting with Carrie. Most of the time this ends up in disaster, but with the right amount of regulation, Mr. Big & Carrie's relationship can be successful.
In science in our day and age, studying the relationship between Mr. Big and Miranda hasn't been as much of a priority. Scientists really don't know how much the Thalamus affects the Basal Ganglia.
Brainiacs are developing ideas of synthetic stem cell studies that 'rebuild' damaged areas of the brain from scratch. They're trying to reverse degeneration.
It sounds like a great step (whenever that step ever happens), although how realistic is this? If people repair sections of their brain that are deficient or essentially now new tissue, it's not like they're automatically going to be the same person they were prior to the brain trauma. Yes they're alive, but they're still not the same person.
My dream reflected upon taking more control of the 'manager' section of the brain, aka the Thalamus.
In engineering, most engineers (if time permits) will recode things from the root (or very close to) to create a more efficient (clean) program.
The whole philosophy of creating a more organized process of thinking should apply to the human brain as well. We can't recode the human brain, but we can stimulate the different sections of brain with synthetic chemicals to provide chemical balance. We do this all the time - with antidepressants, antipsychotics, and other ssris, etc.
Why not target specifically the Thalamus? Provide the thalamus with the appropriate chemicals to balance the brain as a whole? If the Thalamus is balanced, wouldn't it create a domino effect on the rest of the brain?
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I wish I had a neurology professor I could ask!! :)
xo
-M
Friday, May 3, 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
Raising Wise & Mindful Adults
We don't do "positive parenting".
We don't do "authoritative parenting".
We don't do "passive parenting".
Our method incorporates all aspects of these three parenting styles as well as emotional allowance. She's allowed to have tantrums. She's allowed to vent her frustration. It's our job to guide her through venting these big emotions, safely.
For example, it's completely a big NO to climb on the kitchen table. It's never a maybe or an "okay it's her birthday, we'll let it slide".
How I express it is firmly saying, "No, It's not safe to climb on the table. Please get down now."
If she doesn't get down, I move her off. This isn't a negotiation.
Once she's down, I tell her, "This really scares Mommy and can be a big owwie if you fall. I see that you want to climb right now so lets make a tower (or castle) out of the couch cushions and you can climb there, hey?"
She usually listens right quick. :)
- Breakfast with Daddy
- Morning Cartoons (while mommy prepares the day or cleans up from last night)
- Snack
- 1st Activity
- Lunch
- 2nd Activity
- Snack
- Evening Cartoons (while mommy wraps up the day)
- Dinner
- Bedtime Routine
We also have a huge dry erase board that I use almost on a daily basis. We use washable markers & washable crayons on it to practice letters. We also use it to finger paint on (so we have controlled chaos).
She also uses workbooks and flashcards.
There we also do quite a bit of outdoor play. I just made a water table for Izzy & Kes. Kes is kinda too little for the big water table, so I have a black sterilite bin that I fill with water halfway for him (and place it next to hers). It's black because it heats the water to a warmer temperature than hers. :)
Kes can't really participate in the peanut butter pinecone birdfeeder activity aside from eating the peanut butter and making a mess in his high chair, haha. Hey, that's all sensory exposure! :)
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Big Butts
In creating this, they ask you to create a security pass phrase. Mine is, "I like big butts and I cannot lie." My hubby has a rump that just won't quit. :) I am a very lucky girl.
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Hypothyroidism, oh the bane of my existence.
In 2010, I found out that I have an autoimmune disease called Hashimoto's Disease. You get it from radiation exposure - or in my case, my grandmother had radiation exposure in the Hiroshima bombing and her eggs were exposed to the radiation. My father had no symptoms of this disease (aside from hypoglycemia, some short term memory loss (maybe), and possible slight hormonal imbalances with growth.
Apparently, Hashimoto's Disease can affect your thyroid in quite a few ways, but how it affects me is through my Progesterone levels. It really screws everything up. I develop cysts in my ovaries (causes polycystic ovarian syndrome), causes short term memory loss (messes with the recall function of my brain), hairloss (literally clumps fall out sometimes), Anemia (iron deficiency & intolerance), hypoglycemia, and more.
Luckily in the past, I've just had to take the basic Ethinyl Estradiol (orthocyclen birth control medication), to regulate my hormones. This quick fix makes it so I can have children (surprisingly enough) through having a regular ovulation cycle. We just have to stop taking it during the week of the placebo period, have a full menstrual cycle (that promotes a healthy ovulation), and then around 14 days later (or whenever my basal temperature reads high), make love & wait for the results.
My husband has freakin' awesome swimmers. I've been pregnant 7 times with him, but with 5 miscarriages (due to the lack of progesterone).
About a week or two after intercourse, I will begin the blood tests to validate the pregnancy. If we were successful, then I will automatically start hormone replacement therapy with progesterone supplementation.
After 12 weeks, we are in the clear! :)
So being Roman Catholic has to throw a wrench into our plans, hey? How ethical is this? Would the church agree with me using birth control (and for such a long time to boot)?
The difference between my situation and other peoples' is the fact that I'm not using it to prevent pregnancy. I use it to prevent unnecessary death and help sustain life. I'm not just phrasing this in a way that helps me sleep at night. With a diagnosed autoimmune disease, my body beats itself up; ridding myself of any outside intruders, such as a baby. I can become pregnant, but without proper ovulation (creation of a proper uterus lining) and progesterone supplementation, the little guys can't velcro themselves onto my womb well enough or don't develop a proper umbilical cord and suffocate.
After 6 miscarriages, knowing that my body does this to these little angels, I had to help them live.
Then Isabelle was born - completely healthy. Super complicated pregnancy (because of the hormonal treatments). I had gestational diabetes, with insulin injections 4 times a day. I was 97lbs and 5'1", when I started pregnancy. The diabetes was completely genetic, lol. I gained almost 80lbs and was close to 180 in delivery. I was diagnosed with polyhydramnious (excessive fluid in the amniotic sac), severe edema, hypertension, placental failure, & with a macrosomia baby. I was so heavy that my body could not support my new weight & my hips would pop out.
Izzy was born at 37 weeks on the dot (slightly earlier than expected) with an emergency induction, 24 hours of labor, then emergency caesarean section. She was 7lbs 6oz, my perfect sized little baby.
She had completely perfect stats and was an amazing baby.
After about 10 months, we tried for the next child but this time without the use of birth control helping ovulation. I immediately got pregnant but miscarried again.
This was the worst miscarriage that I've ever gone through - physically & mentally. Maybe it's because I had a baby already and had all this excitement, plans, & love for the new baby.
I went back on birth control and a month later, when Izzy was now 12 months, we got pregnant with Kesler.
(haha I'm totally crying as I type this. This definitely is word therapy, for sure!)
Immediately, I went on progesterone supplements and started the hormone replacement therapy. After 12 weeks, we were in the clear - and after 16 weeks, we found out that we were having a boy!! I was going to have a million dollar family. Something that I never thought would happen with my circumstances.
God is great. <3
I did have some issues with pregnancy this time around as well. I had no weight gain (hardly). I started pregnancy at 113lbs and ended at 130lbs and ALLLLLLL belly! My little man just sucked the life out of me from day one and I was diagnosed with Hyperemesis Gravidarum. I literally puked the entire pregnancy my guts out - being hospitalized once for dehydration. It was definitely a rough pregnancy!
At 35 weeks, this little impatient man (hehehe) kept bouncing his head against my cervix and wanted out! He caused major pre-labor contractions. It started at 5 minutes apart to 3 minutes apart and quite severe. Severe enough to go to the hospital and have them check. I was 2cm dilated, but not changing.
I stayed at the hospital for 5 days in Pre-Labor. Yes, that's moderately painful contractions every 3 minutes for 5 days. By the end of it, I jokingly asked the nurses to kill me, lol. Finally at 36 weeks, the saint that Dr. Benoit is, he took Kesler out.
I still carry the guilt that I wish I could have held on for 7 more days - just so Kes could've been born at 37 weeks.
Kesler was born premature at 36 weeks at 6lbs 2oz. He was about a month early so he had the typical premature baby ailments, like respiratory issues, feeding issues, & bradycardia. Kesler stayed in the Neonatal Intensive-Care Unit for 4 weeks (basically because of the bradycardia) and Christopher and I went to the hospital 3-6 times a day for feeding times and love.
This was the hardest part for me (as choke back tears). Leaving my baby at the hospital. I know I wasn't leaving him forever, but walking away from there broke my heart, every single time. I never got desensitized from leaving the hospital and would end up bawling in the car. I was so emotionally distraught during this time that I even left my husband, Isabelle, & Father in Law on Christmas Eve, to sleep at the Hospital - just so Kesler would not be alone on Christmas.
All in all, I apologize again for my wacko craziness. The mama-bear in me just was nuts over protecting my babies and I truly felt that my little man needed me.
On January 15th, 4 weeks and 3 days after he was born (actually - his original due date), he arrived home!! My Mommy was there to greet my little bundle as she was here for a month helping me with Isabelle, Kesler, & my recovery.
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This is where we're at right now.
The Brown family.
Christopher, Christine Michie, Isabelle Marie, & Kesler Jacob.
....& these are my little babies...that are not so little and frail any more.
Isabelle Marie is 3 years old & Kesler Jacob is now 16 months! :)
How time flies, hey?
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Revelations
I think I need to do this regularly again.
So, I'm sure everyone is aware of what is going on with the Senkaku Islands.
What happened between Japan and China in the past is unforgivable. Japan did some atrocious acts and need to be held accountable for their actions. Not to mention, karma is a bitch and continues to shit on Japan anyway with natural disasters. God has a way of balancing things out.
With that said, nowadays Japan is one of the most respectful countries (with one of the most respectful people) in the world. It boggles my mind that China uses what happened 90 years ago, as propaganda to fuel the hatred against Japanese people in China (many of which use happily use Japanese products & idolize Japanese celebrities on day to day basis. It makes me puke at the level of lowness the Chinese government has gone and the fact that many of the Chinese people believe it.
The Chinese people have been under either a Communist Dictatorship or Monarchic Dictatorship since the dawn of time. There has always been someone dictating what the people know, how the people should act, and how much they should pay. I'm upset because logically, it sounds an awful lot like stockholm syndrome. Many Chinese people have a deep sense of nationalism to their country and have developed an empathetical connection with their history (or what they've been exposed to at least). So much is withheld from their history books. They even withheld the history of Tiananmen Square. Just ridiculous.
I'm typing on my blog because my sister in law is Chinese and I love her. I feel for her, my brother in law, and their future family. I also don't want to share my opinion with the world of facebook because not everyone can see, or relate to my point of view.
I'm also upset because the United States has such a foothold in Japan that I'm more concerned with the f*cking 213 billion barrels of oil that Japan is sticking their necks out for (but realistically - WHO is?).
Here, let me put my tin-foil hat on...
Japan has had rights to these lands since the 1800's. All of a sudden in 1968, China says, "Holy shit. There's tons of oil there. Lets get dangerous." At the time, they didn't want to dispute anything, because the BIG BAD UNITED STATES of UHHHMURICA was administering them. No one wanted to screw with the States.
So the waiting period begins...
SO...NOW in 2013, that they've got more leverage in their pants and nuclear warfare at the ready, with their communist buddies in NK, lets bully and scare the Japanese people into giving us that oil. Well seriously, WHO really is orchestrating this one? I mean, no disrespect to China, but I don't think Xi Jinping alone has the competence to spearhead World War 3.
Ok, lets derive the problem from this: Why is there conflict over the Senkaku Islands?
Possible answers:
1) Because there is an abundance of bonito fish that the Japanese people live off of.
WRONG.
2) Because it is a valuable asset in the culture of the Japanese & Chinese societies.
WRONG.
3) Because the Chinese government has ongoing grudges against Japan due to historical conflict.
WRONG.
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The truth of the matter is that they speculate that there is roughly 213 billion barrels of crude oil around the outskirts of the island. They could give a shit less about the island itself.
In the end of the day, who wants crude oil? Consumers need it and corporations want to profit off of it. I'm no believer in anti-corporations & anti-government, but what makes no sense to me is that we (the people of the world in the 21th century), believe that we can't put a price on water because it is a natural resource. Many of us can't understand why people pay for bottled water when water from the tap is free. Many of us can't fathom why Canada is selling water to the States for next to nothing.
The bottom line is, we as a human race use natural resources in our communities. The natural resources should be shared; the expenses of transporting and sharing these natural resources should be paid for and jobs be made for. The natural resource itself should not have a price tag.
If we all continued to believe that all natural resources have price tags, then all these guys are missing the real money maker. I should start up a corporation that rations and controls air supply. Then again, someone probably has probably had this thought already with how the Ozone layer is depleting at such a rapid rate.
Stop profiting off of each other. Money doesn't buy happiness. Money buys stuff. Stuff can help make people happy, but in the end of the day, unsatisfied or unhappy people remain unhappy despite money.
Why can't people reflect on their lives and fix their underlying issues to increase happiness and satisfaction instead of bandaid it by buying stuff.
Crude oil is a fucking bandaid. It's going to eventually run out. Let the crude oil stay where it is. Live off of something else. We've got so many brilliant people in the world yet we can't a fucking solution on creating new energy. It drives me nuts.
Do you know how much energy hydrogen bomb creates? Why can't they figure out how to harness the energy, instead of use it to kill each other.
Ok. I'm going to end my rant right now. This is going nowhere and I'm just getting more upset, lol.
Humanity, lets get it together, hey?