7 sharps or 5 flats?

I often find myself trying to remember all the facts I learned in undergrad about music theory.

And I found myself pondering in the middle of the night just why a piece would be composed in say, C-sharp versus D-flat.

Not that when you play it there's a difference. (or is there?)

But for me, I always found it easier to read music when there were flats, not sharps. Why is that? In fact, one of my favorite key signatures to play in has always been G-flat (NOT F-sharp). Hmmm.

So I'm sitting here struggling to figure out why a composer would prefer sharps over flats ... is it just a preference? Is there a tonal difference?

Anyone?

What's going on ...

Well, Bubba Joe and I are both sick. We have been. ALL. WEEK.

Let me just say that one or the other, I could handle. But both of us? Come on. Seriously? And while his fever finally broke, he's still coughing like mad. And for the first time in over a year, he's fighting us to take any medicines and for breathing treatments.

As for me, I went to the doc today to confirm that it is just viral and hasn't gotten worse. I'm allowed Tylenol (which surprisingly is helping me feel more human). And some sinus-plant-based crap that made my BP skyrocket. No more of that for me. Oh yeah, and breathing treatments. I'm on breathing treatments too.

How fun.

My head is full. My nose is running. I'm not really coughing, but I just feel like crap.

And Bubba Joe - well, so long as he gets what he wants he's okay. And before you go thinking we've got a spoiled little brat on our hands (which maybe we do), if he starts crying then he can't breathe and starts coughing all over again. So, we really do try to appease him (within reason of course).

Oh to be healthy again.

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On a more positive note, we've started cloth diapering. We're using normal prefolds and wool covers. Pretty much like what I know when I was a teenager and babysitting. It's working quite well. Bubba Joe had a diaper rash last week and we switched back to sposies for a few days - but we think it's all related to his being sick. And oh yeah, we use something called disposable liners. It's a thin piece of flushable material that catches poo. Wicked cool. Without that, um, yeah, not sure how long I could stomach the scraping of poo in the toilet. Eww.

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We put up the Christmas tree today. We'll be decorating this weekend. Bubba Joe's Opa and Oma were here - dropping off soup (borscht - super yummy) and Opa helped Bubba Joe's Dad bring the tree down from the attic. Of course, Bubba Joe wanted to be with the boys. By the time they all came back downstairs, Bubba Joe was talking all about the tannenbaum. He won't touch it - oh no! It's yet another of those texture things with him. But he loves looking at it. Hopefully he'll get into decorating it tomorrow and Sunday!

Tomorrow is Niklaus Tag - not sure what it really means but it's always on the 6th of December and children get a present. We picked up something small for Bubba Joe. And, I'm pretty sure that we're 90% done with our shopping for this year. Now if we could just get around to writing the Christmas newsletter to go with our cards and boxing up and shipping the stuff for my family back in Ohio ... :)

Thanksgiving 2008 - in pictures

We celebrated Thanksgiving earlier this year, when Ms. Thaing and her B-Boy brother came to visit at the end of October. I posted previously our menu, but only today realized I never posted the pictures! It was a great meal, with great friends and even the pies (thanks Mom for sending me the pecans!) were delicious!!!

I'm learning to make lots of food from scratch here in Germany. We just don't have foods that I considered convenience foods - i.e. premade pie crusts, pecans, canned pumpkin, much less pie plates. Thanks to my college piano teacher, I have a few more disposable pie plates that have yet to be destroyed ... but I'll have to find a long-term substitute as I make lots of pies/quiches lately!

To all my American friends and family, I pray this this Thanksgiving weekend brings you the ability to take the time to reflect on our lives and all that we have to be thankful for ... good health, family, friends, and for me, a healthy pregnancy!

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

B-Boy and I both celebrated birthdays at the end of October ... so one pie was for him and the other was for me!

What dreams may come ... (one of my favorite movies BTW)

It's normal for me to have vivid dreams. Dreams I remember. Dreams that scare the crap out of me. Dreams that inspire.

Add to that all the wonderful pregnancy hormones and the fear of being considered high-risk and well, you've got yourself one dreaming gal.

Last night I dreamt about some past, um, well, let's call them ex-boyfriends. Well, one specifically. I've dreamt about him actually often. But maybe that's because I've often wondered what ever became of him - if he became the man he wanted to be (he was known to be a bit of a player back then) and if his family was still together.

In this dream, there we are, both of us with our families. Pretending not to notice the other because of the past (we didn't exactly end our relationship on the best of terms). And then at one point I walked straight up to him and told him how I had felt about him through the years. It was an open, honest, raw moment. I haven't had one of those in a dream in quite some time. (In fact, I think the last time I had such a moment was after my dad died and I dreamt he and I were speaking while he was in heaven ... I asked him if he could see and hear us, he had to go ask God, who of course said yes. I asked him if he would continue to be able to do so, he had to go ask God again, who again, said yes. Then I had this sensation of falling and boom! I woke up. Very surreal.)

Back to my dream last night.

So I confronted this ex of mine and told him exactly how I had felt about him through the years. I then shared that in spite of the feelings I had, I was so very thankful to be madly in love with my husband and son.

It was strange. I've never tried to verbalize feelings for another man other than my husband. But it's true that I dated before Bubba Joe's dad. And I had fun doing so. (I also had my heart trampled on quite a few times, but that was all part of the experience.)

I realized then and there just how much I truly love my husband.

I cannot imagine taking a single step in this life without him by my side.

He has seen me at my best. He's seen me at my worst. But mostly, from day one, he's seen through all the walls and barriers that I put up, pretending to be someone I'm not.

He's helped me to see my gentle side as a side that is strong. And that my weaknesses can be improved upon.

He's held me up when I fell. He's carried me what I crumbled. He's been my source of inspiration on so many levels. (and all this for a guy who was raised atheist ... not bad, eh?)

So while I have a tendency to wonder what if about so many things in my life, I do not have regrets. Nope, I don't regret you, my ex, for all those times we spent together. Because without you, I wouldn't have found my BJD. And without my BJD, I wouldn't have found me.

It feels like home ...

We have snow.

Big fat, beautiful snowflakes.

Falling snowly.

Gently.

Lightly covering the ground

with white.

It's simply beautiful.

Sitting at home, in Duelmen, instead of in Berlin

and why?

Because I'm not feeling that great.

I haven't been all week, but I just chalked it up to not getting enough sleep. (I tend to get anxious just before a big event - like getting cloth diapers, or visiting friends, or a big meeting ...)

But nope. I'm just feeling crappy.

We were supposed to have taken the fast train yesterday out to Berlin to hang out with some amazing (newish) friends and celebrate Thanksgiving.

But nope.

We're sitting at home, bored out of our minds. Knowing that had we taken that train, we'd be having a blast.

I asked Bubba Joe's dad to call my high-risk doc today though - just needed to find out what to do just in case. There's not one specific thing that has me feeling icky - I am nauseous but can eat. I feel a bit crampy sometimes too. And at both my midwife and my regular OB appointments they commented that my belly was hard (which I only later learned COULD be an indicator of preterm labor).

They (the high-risk docs office) gave him what to watch out for.

***sigh***

But I really wanted to be overwhelmed with Berlin ... looking at the wide selection of english books, the sheer joy of being in Berlin, hanging out with amazing people, Bubba Joe having fun too.

I have a headache now too ... I think I'll go lay down.

I've wanted to do this for a long time now ...

and looks like we're finally going to just jump right in and start. Cloth diapering that is.

With a 2nd one on the way and Bubba Joe showing no real interest in potty training, on top of finding a company that will give us a "trial" period to see if we really do like it, we're jumping in.

And that, my dear reader, is why I haven't written anything to you in a while.

I've been busy researching different types of diapers, from fabrics to covers to how to prepare them for the first use to general maintenance.

I've been busy creating excel spreadsheet after excel spreadsheet, comparing costs from various websites and building up my wish lists - including links and formulas.

And I've even had a few dreams about cloth diapers.

We're planning on ordering this week so we can prep them over the weekend and start using. We're almost out of our pampers, so we need to move soon.

I'll keep ya'll informed as to the "end result". The best part is that if we stick with it, it's SUCH a huge cost savings for our next little one. Yeah!!!