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My name is Naisenu, and my birth name is Carissa. I am a Kemetic Orthodox in the House of Netjer. My Shemsu name means Two Carry Me Across. I am Sat Wepwawet-Yinepu her Bast-Mut; Meryt Djehuty her Sekhmet-Hethert. I am married, 27 years old, with 5 pets and no children. I own 1 dog, 2 cats, and 2 degus.
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Deluged by Christians and Their GOD Today [March 14th, 2009 | 18.20]
On my way to meet with my Aunt Hanna, there were two Jehovah's Witnesses (JWs) at the door to the SkyTrain, I was pushing my stroller and one of the guys held the door for me. Very nice of him, I thanked him, and continued on.

Then I met my Aunt Hanna at the mall. Truthfully, I consider Aunt Hanna to be Aiyana's maternal grandmother more so than my own mother. My mother has only met Ai once, and though I offer numerous times for my mother to come visit she's always too busy (you know for a retired lady of 66 who has never worked in her life and doesn't have many friends). My Aunt Hanna was on hand for the entire labour and delivery of Ai, and she's taken the two of us to both of Ai's doctor's appointments and we meet with her about once a week. There's a special bond there because I found out I was pregnant the same day she lost her husband. We both say that one life left this world and another came into it. My entire family is devoutly Christian - so I always hear it on all sides about how I should return to God (Christian God).

Christian stuff under the cut ...Collapse )
I proposed the idea of meeting up with her once a week and going to her house. I want to do some scrapbooking and journalling of Ai's first year. Maybe make some picture books to give to the other aunts. We also talked about her early life and I encouraged her to write up an autobiography. Perhaps, unlike some other adults of my own age, I want to hear about what life was like for her. I don't want to forget her when she's gone. I've already lost my grandparents, one aunt who was my legal guardian, and an uncle by marriage. She'll be 74 this year.

On my way home, the same JWs were at the same door. As the guy opened the door for me again, I took his tract on parenting. If I read it, I almost likely won't take any of it to heart except what is common sense. If any of you want it, just ask. It'll probably be visiting the bin soon otherwise. :)

Oh in other news, the teddies from when I were a baby have been brought out of storage. So have the blankets my grandmother knit. I will be throwing those in the washing machine on the gentle cycle some time this week. I showed Ai my teddy, I think she likes him. :)


[March 13th, 2009 | 18.15]
In the spirit of posting something that isn't angst. :)

I'm sitting at the computer with a glass of vanilla soy milk (I cut out cow's milk and other major sources of lactose due to GI issues that shall remain nameless for the sake of the FL) and homemade gluten-free chocolate chip cookies - and Gilbert and Sullivan's The Pirates of Penzance playing on iTunes.. The baby has been asleep for 2.5 to 3 hours for a nap. I was already out once today from 12:30pm to 3:30pm - had a counsellor's appointment then had to get a few groceries and walk home.

Aiyana is teething already. (Don't tell me it's too soon for her to be teething or you will HEAR me growl at you. I've been told that a few too many times by random strangers that I will bite back.) I see two white marks under her gums where the two lower front teeth will be. My 2.5 month lil Pookie weighs 14 pounds and is getting her first teeth. I'm going to miss the gummy smile. I think the little baby gummy smiles are just the cutest thing.

Even though I have already gone for a walk, I am pondering walking the dog (hence baby & stroller) on my own before all the sunlight is gone (roughly 50 mins from now).

[March 9th, 2009 | 16.37]
He gave up his fast at 3:30am ate the leftover dinner that was in the fridge and decided to join me in bed. He still wanted me to go by his "rules" for diaper changing and germ handling - but otherwise appeared to have given up on his "stance." He tried to get "playful" with me but the most we did was cuddle and otherwise he got nuthin'! :P

[March 8th, 2009 | 23.48]
The man is truly off his bloody rocker! He's staging a hunger strike and sleeping on the couch to show me that he cares for me because by eating or sleeping in the same bed as me - he will be showing that he can just brush it off. This is a paraphrase of his words.

He wants me to "learn my lesson" about tonight's diapering session and germs. I told him that though I am far from perfect, I did nothing wrong with tonight's "diapering session." I further told him that if he wanted to show me how he cares about me he can get help managing his anger and other issues about his past and present. I reminded him that I am currently seeing a counsellor for my own issues.

Backseat Parenting [March 8th, 2009 | 21.07]
[ mood | angry ]

Stupid jerk of a husband is acting like a backseat parent today.

Aiyana saved up two days worth of poop for one diaper. This caused a slight diaper blowout - nothing major except a minorly stained onesie. This should be an easy job right? Remove dirty onesie, dispose of dirty diaper, put on clean diaper, treat stain on dirty onesie, put on clean clothes.

Husband believes that poop on onesie transfers to every object that it touches and that each object that has been touched by the dirty onesie needs to be cleaned/burned/thrown out. Therefore since the dirty onesie touched the clean changing pad, which touched her clean clothes, which touched her crib sheet and snowsuit -- all of the above need to be washed.

I figure that since I didn't rub the stain on the onesie into the changing pad and the baby decided that all her pooping needs were concluded, the changing pad is still clean - ergo everything that touches the changing pad is still clean.

Therefore, in his eyes, I smeared poop on the following items: changing pad, clean clothes, crib sheet, and snowsuit. This of course makes me a bad parent to him because she could get ill from all that fecal matter in close proximity to her.

We were going to go out for a walk together with the dog. However, he was so upset that I didn't follow his procedure for diapering the baby that he took the dog for a walk himself.

When he got home I told him that I felt abandoned, hurt, and frustrated that he just walked out on me. All I got in response was: "Would you rather I just get angry with you and we just have an argument over it?" Then he changed the subject immediately to an analogy of stepping in dog feces and walking into the house with said fecal matter on the bottom of the shoes. Then the next person walking in the fecal footprints with clean socks.

Later on, I am typing this up into a virtual notepad, he is lying crosswise on the bed zonked out and the baby is asleep in the crib. I hear an enormous thud from the bedroom. I get up from the computer and hurry into the bedroom to see what's happened. He's on his knees on floor between the crib and the bed. I see him try to pull himself up with all his weight in his arms using the crib WITH HER IN THE CRIB. The whole crib tipped towards him and then he let go of the crib. He explained that his legs gave way and he can't bend his knees. He was trying to get up to put his glasses in their case on the dresser. The baby started to cry from the shock of what happened to her crib. I picked her up and told him to use the bed to get himself up. I told him I was mad that he didn't think about what he was doing and used the crib with baby in it to pull himself up. He did manage to walk 3' to the dresser and put his glasses in their case and to get back to bed. His legs giving way has happened to him before when he's very tired -- but he won't go see a doctor because he says it's from stress & being overtired.

How does this make him a backseat parent? So far the most he's done for her in terms of her personal care is to undress her, dress her in simple onesies, and conduct half a bath. He has not changed a single diaper in his life. He claims that she knows the difference when Daddy diapers her and when Mommy diapers her and that she struggles when Daddy tries to diaper her but not when Mommy does. Therefore he further claims that in order to change her diaper he will "need to break her legs" in order to do it successfully. So he knows absolutely nothing about how to diaper a child, yet he is willing to tell me all about how to do it and what not to do.

I am hesitant to leave her alone with him for more than 15 minutes. He does not know how to handle her crying. He will sit on the computer typing away while she might be crying or whining in her bouncy seat, swing, or crib. If I am out of the house, he won't pick her up for fear of shaking her in frustration that she won't stop crying. When I am in the house and otherwise occupied, I have to tell him to pick her up, or . I can understand her crying because she wants food and Dad doesn't have the boobs to feed her with, but for god's sake you can at least pick her up, comfort her, and offer her a clean pinky finger to suck on while you wait for Mommy to come back.


[December 30th, 2008 | 19.19]
[ mood | frustrated ]

This is the easiest way I can update everyone on Aiyana and all my stress of late. These are my two threads on a mommies forum I am a member of.

http://www.justmommies.com/boards/index.php?showtopic=1399460 (big update on page 2)
http://www.justmommies.com/boards/index.php?showtopic=1405018 (the emotional rollercoaster)


Well Damn.... [June 30th, 2008 | 23.05]
Don S. Davis (General Hammond from Stargate) died June 29th of a massive heart attack. He was a long time resident of my home city, Vancouver. Apparently the obituary will be in the Vancouver Sun tomorrow.

Linkage: http://gateworld.net/news/2008/06/don_s._davis_1942-2008.shtml

Friends List [January 14th, 2008 | 08.58]
Two people cut. Several deleted journals removed. One person added. If you were cut and you want to know why, email or IM.

One new group created. If you're on it, you will see a message posted there under that group.

And for Awi, this is a public post .. a rarity for me. So any who were cut would be able to see it.

[December 4th, 2007 | 00.50]
I try not to spam too many YouTube links on here, but I saw this one on the front page of youtube while searching for something else: Vegetable Orchestra: http://youtube.com/watch?v=hpfYt7vRHuY

XKCD ... You are my hero! [November 25th, 2007 | 23.15]
Been there, done that so many flipping times ... but this is so funny!


Carnivorous Cravings Satisfied [November 18th, 2007 | 19.54]
Since today is one of the rare days that Chris and I both have off, we are making something slightly more extravagant than what we usually go for. Bifteck, bistec, 牛排 (niú pái) ... anyhow, you get the point.

Today's marinade of choice:

Yummy ... Roast Chicken with Potatoes, Lemon, and Asparagus [October 28th, 2007 | 21.55]
Normally I don't post recipes, but then again normally I don't cook. But today I did and I am glad I did. It was excellent. This is naturally gluten-free (no substitutions required).

Computer Desk For Two? [September 28th, 2007 | 19.12]
Are there any desks out there built for two people to sit side-by-side and each use a computer? I've looked at Anthro, but the prices hurt my head and my wallet thinking about it. For those of you who have two computers and two people (one person, two computers doesn't count in this case), can you share your setup?

Desktop Candy [September 12th, 2007 | 20.25]

Life in Early 1900s in Orenberg, Russia [September 3rd, 2007 | 22.29]
I'm doing some genealogy stuff here and I pulled out my Great-Aunt Susie's book which talks of her story growing up in Russia. This is my grandma's sister and the same stories pretty much apply to both of them. Excerpt from her book: "To God Be the Glory!: My life as God's servant in Africa" My family almost entirely comes from the Molotschna colony of Russian Mennonites.


Filters Implemented [July 19th, 2007 | 22.26]
Okay I've just implemented a few filters here. Tell me if you want on or off any of them:
  • Close Friends (Using this myself for non-KO friends that are really close to me)
  • Pets (There's noone on this right now, because it's brand new. Will contain talk of dog, cats, and pets in general.)
  • Health (There's noone on this either right now. Basically stuff about health, like gluten intolerance, conception, and other stuff.)
  • Relationship (There's noone on this either right now. My rants about the "other half")
  • Kemetic Orthodoxy (Stuffs on KO. I had this for a while now, I've just never used it for a filter. People on this are those of you that are on my friends' list and are a member of the House (I'm not typing in a list of you as there are too many. -.-)

I'm also leaving this public in case there is anyone out there who wants to be friended. Oh yes, and you're welcome to be on any filter you're comfortable with, with the exception of  "Close Friends". I'm implementing this system because I'm not certain who wants to put up with what on my list.

[April 26th, 2007 | 10.45]
And the latest tabloid breaking news: Japanese owners were sold lambs, being told they were poodles.

Two stories:
  1. http://news.brisbanetimes.com.au/japanese-fooled-in-poodle-scam/20075926-9pk.html
  2. http://www.metro.co.uk/news/article.html?in_article_id=46730&in_page_id=34

[April 25th, 2007 | 10.23]
Anyone on my LJ list consider themselves good/okay at writing business plans? I've worked on mine for a bit, and I'm stumped now.

[April 20th, 2007 | 15.23]
Wow. Truly amazing. Walking home from a trip to the butcher's uptown with a pound of beef liver in a bag. Coming through the park, less than a block from home and I notice a strikingly beautiful streak of chocolate brown dog streaking through the park, chasing a stick. I wander over and ask what kind of dog, I was thinking German Shorthaired Pointer or Hungarian Vizsla as it was nice and lean ... turns out it was a really small chocolate Labrador Retriever. Being my natural curious self, I asked what the name was and the age. I was quite floored to hear that her name and age met the profile of the dog I rescued last year and returned to the breeder/owner. And what I was thinking was confirmed by the fact that the breeder she was bought from was the same one that owned the missing lab pup & mom I rescued last year.

What are the odds that I would get to meet the same pup that I rescued a year later and get to see how she's grown? Amazing! She lives up to the word "retriever" in her breed's name.

Here's my original LJ entry from last year when hubby and I rescued the chocolate lab pups.

[April 20th, 2007 | 01.07]
Today (April 20th) is Chazzy's fourth birthday. Well at least it marks two full years of him being in our family. Since he was picked up as a stray, he could be a minimum of three years or a maximum of about six years old.

Happy Birthday Chaz!

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