I remember when I was about 5 years old... I had gotten a kids' meal (or a 70's-equivalent thereof) at Jack in the Box (yes, my love affair w/ J & B goes back that far).
So, as I ate my taco (or 6), I read the comic included w/ the meal. It was the Jack w/ some odd friends. A boy had fallen off his bike & Jack was consoling him, his injuries & his pain. Jack was talking about how PAIN IN GOOD & it tells us when there's something wrong w/ our body. PAIN IS GOOD? hogwash
I just spent my entire weekend up to & including the present in the worst intense pain I've ever experienced. Yep, worse than the gynormous Mars-sized kidney stones I passed in August; yep, worse than Gabe's big noggen passing thru & worse than my gall stones & the removal of them and their bladder.
No, I wasn't in an accident. Didn't have my arm lopped off or shoot a nail thru my eye w/ a nailgun. Supposedly I have a nasty virus. I've pooped a good 75+ times. And have stomach pains that feel like a dull tetnused fork is being driven through & twisted in my inners.
So what would've been a fun Friday evening & Saturday sans Flynn who was at Nana's, I've gotten to only be romantic with the Porcelain Prince. If my vision was blurred by the nauseating pain, I could've easily caught up on the magazines I didn't read at my gum-deal. Missed church yesterday, for like the 5th Sunday in a row. And missed ALL SORTS OF FOOD.
Now I just need to lose like 20 lbs more in the next month, before John & Melissa's wedding. Hopefully, my current loss of 7-ish pounds (thx to nothing but a cracker here & a banana there the last 3 days) will have rid me of the devilish pack of hot dogs on my naked back in their wedding.
Jeff got to play Mr Mom all weekend while I worked my magic in the john & rolled in pain in the bedroom floor. Yesterday, I exhausted all modes of medical attention, as I was told different things from different people who ultimately wanted to admit me for a catsan & ultrasound. Um, no thanks. They were worried about my appendix. Only one organ a year please.
3.27.2006
3.24.2006
Password: BIG BOY, BIG BOY
Have you seen that commercial, the one where the poor geeky man is determined to get through to his credit card company, but is detoured by a number of questions, prompts & password requests? They ask him, where at this point he's in a train of crowded people, what his password is. He shamefully & meekly says, "BIG BOY" but of course the automated voice doesn't pick it up & he's forced to repeat it.
That commercial kills me.
Anyway, my BIG BOY got his big boy, 1/2 year pictures taken. Please check them out. The one we chose as our FREE 8X10 is the first pose, where he's sitting up & holding his shoe. Those are the very shoes that Heather gave me as a shower gift. I looked at those shoes & thought, Lord, it will be forever 'til he can wear these. And here we are... My baby is now my big boy.
Here's the link:
http://www.picturepeople.com/viewsharedalbum.aspx?SharedPictureGroupID=701063&ShareKey=33859a4cb4c14ec18ecdbe6e3126ed0d&EmailID=6e831d6149ae43e8b284a662daefb810
3.23.2006
One Sock, Two Socks, Red Sock, Blue Socks
Just let me remind you of how often I leave the house. I'm practically homebound...a shut-in I tell you. About 1-2 times I leave these walls. And one of those is usually church. The other is usually a visit to Walgreens for my rebate-frenzy habit.
So imagine my delight when last night I got to travel to THE BIG CITY to do a research study on gum. That's right, I got $60 to chew different kinds of gum for 2.5 hrs. Not only was I being paid to get to chomp like a grazing cow, but I got to do a little magazine catch up between chaws.
All day long I planned my departure, the time, what I'd need to have done by then. Jeff would be literally walking in the door as I walked out. So I had to write notes on when whom ate last & who last pooped, etc.
I even put on a bra & fixed my hair in something other than a ponytail.
I got to talk to OTHER adults...people who are potty trained & didn't yell, "NO!" back to me. I got to go the bathroom alone, without someone watching me & saying, "Hold me Mommy...Where's my cup?"
I did my chewing & my question answering & when the timer went off, I happily collected my cash & went about my way.
BY THE WAY, IT'S FREEZING UP IN THE BIG CITY & THERE WAS SNOW ON THE GROUND!
On my drive home, I didn't have to hear one of Flynn's movies piping from the back of the van... I actually got to listen to the radio & sing to my heart's content.
When I got home, and found the disarray, I procratinated getting the house "Alex-ready" (clean for the 6:30 am arrival of our dear sweet Alex). So, I sat in my chair & checked e-mail. My legs were tired from sitting, so I stretched them out & propped my socked feet up on the arm of the couch.
That's when I saw them....
TWO
DIFFERENT
SOCKS.
One socks was tan the other very brown.
This would only be noticeable you say, to someone sitting there staring at them? You mean, like someone sitting behind me (more like 20 people) chewing gum & killing time... w/ nothing to look at, but other people (& their socks)?
Further reason I shouldn't leave the house more than twice per week.
So imagine my delight when last night I got to travel to THE BIG CITY to do a research study on gum. That's right, I got $60 to chew different kinds of gum for 2.5 hrs. Not only was I being paid to get to chomp like a grazing cow, but I got to do a little magazine catch up between chaws.
All day long I planned my departure, the time, what I'd need to have done by then. Jeff would be literally walking in the door as I walked out. So I had to write notes on when whom ate last & who last pooped, etc.
I even put on a bra & fixed my hair in something other than a ponytail.
I got to talk to OTHER adults...people who are potty trained & didn't yell, "NO!" back to me. I got to go the bathroom alone, without someone watching me & saying, "Hold me Mommy...Where's my cup?"
I did my chewing & my question answering & when the timer went off, I happily collected my cash & went about my way.
BY THE WAY, IT'S FREEZING UP IN THE BIG CITY & THERE WAS SNOW ON THE GROUND!
On my drive home, I didn't have to hear one of Flynn's movies piping from the back of the van... I actually got to listen to the radio & sing to my heart's content.
When I got home, and found the disarray, I procratinated getting the house "Alex-ready" (clean for the 6:30 am arrival of our dear sweet Alex). So, I sat in my chair & checked e-mail. My legs were tired from sitting, so I stretched them out & propped my socked feet up on the arm of the couch.
That's when I saw them....
TWO
DIFFERENT
SOCKS.
One socks was tan the other very brown.
This would only be noticeable you say, to someone sitting there staring at them? You mean, like someone sitting behind me (more like 20 people) chewing gum & killing time... w/ nothing to look at, but other people (& their socks)?
Further reason I shouldn't leave the house more than twice per week.
3.22.2006
Can You Hear Me Now?
That poor boy of mine... Ran a fever for days. First ear infection!! For either of them!! I was so shocked. And felt so bad. I never imagined.
How about the crazy weather? Happy...er...um...Spring? Lace up your snow boots Easter Bunny!
Jeff had his first game Monday (tournament) & WON 1 to nothing. Of course, what else would I expect from such an awesome coach?! The kids & I are re-adjusting to afternoons & evenings w/o him. We have Nov-Dec-Jan & part of Feb; some of May, all of June & July & some of August (not much) where he gets to come home straight after school. The other days we have to tough it out for 12 hrs w/o him. Only makes me appreciate all the help he gives me on a normal basis. He usually is Flynn's bath giver. It kills my back to bend over the tub. He always either does what needs to be done, or takes care of the kids while I do it. He rarely takes time for himself. Never does things like golf or out w/ the guys. Perhaps that's the way "it should be"... whatever the case, I appreciate it. I love you honey.
Please pray for the surviving kids from Fri nite's electricution. I've just found out that the surviving girl, Morgan Milfeld, is the daughter of Felix Milfeld, our beloved photographer. That hits close to home, so it's extra-upsetting to me. They're a pretty great family, I really hope she can pull out of this.
Love & warm wishes on this cold day.
How about the crazy weather? Happy...er...um...Spring? Lace up your snow boots Easter Bunny!
Jeff had his first game Monday (tournament) & WON 1 to nothing. Of course, what else would I expect from such an awesome coach?! The kids & I are re-adjusting to afternoons & evenings w/o him. We have Nov-Dec-Jan & part of Feb; some of May, all of June & July & some of August (not much) where he gets to come home straight after school. The other days we have to tough it out for 12 hrs w/o him. Only makes me appreciate all the help he gives me on a normal basis. He usually is Flynn's bath giver. It kills my back to bend over the tub. He always either does what needs to be done, or takes care of the kids while I do it. He rarely takes time for himself. Never does things like golf or out w/ the guys. Perhaps that's the way "it should be"... whatever the case, I appreciate it. I love you honey.
Please pray for the surviving kids from Fri nite's electricution. I've just found out that the surviving girl, Morgan Milfeld, is the daughter of Felix Milfeld, our beloved photographer. That hits close to home, so it's extra-upsetting to me. They're a pretty great family, I really hope she can pull out of this.
Love & warm wishes on this cold day.
3.16.2006
No Chance for Cheese
First of all, just a quick reminder that my dear hubby is brilliant. He really is. Not in that pocket protector sense; but in that "I'll win Jeopardy someday" way.Not so smart last night. Okay, at the risk of exposing us as one of those families that Oprah would help "get cleaned up", I'll share. Monday, I started smelling something. "Honey, there's a weird smell in the kids' rooms...smells musty or dead."
He still blames my senses as being overly sensitive thanks to my recent flux in hormones. I know better.
Tuesday, "still stinks...now, my bathroom reaks."
Wednesday, "I think there's a dead mouse in the heat ducts, cuz when the furnace kicks on, I could gag."
So, while I keep the kids occupied up here, he makes like Scheider on One Day at a Timehttp://www.tv.com/one-day-at-a-time/show/1317/summary.html white tee & everything. The only thing he was missing was that creepy skinny 'stache & a worn out tool belt...
Anywho, he's down there a long time & then I hear it. Surprised the lights didn't flicker. He screams & I hear lots of commotion & things falling down. Seems the mouse was found. Dead. Electricuted. Shocked -- just like Jeff; who FAILED to shut off circuits before picking around through LIVE wires to untangle our furry friend.
I reminded him to "please be more careful next time. there's no way I could afford these house payments if you die."
By the way, Jeff said poor mousie was severely electricuted with painful burns down his back. He leaves behind a wife, 65 children, 155 grandchildren, 114 siblings and is preceded in death by his parents and 700 siblings and cousins.
3.14.2006
Flynn's Top Ten List
Flynn's Top Ten List:Things I Do To Annoy My Mother
10. Sit on my brother's back, while he's working hard on his crawling skills
9. Get so close to the tv that my mom is sure I'll go blind
(even tho she knows that's just a myth)
8. Feed things to my brother... toys, food, my hand
7. Stand over my brother & let a glob of spit fall from my mouth to his head
6. Wait 'til my mom's nursing my brother, then choose something to do... something she would never let me do if she didn't have my brother latched on like take off my pants and my diaper, especially if it's poopy
5. Dump puzzles, especially the ones I can't put back together on my own
4. Throw entire plates of food (the messier the better) from my seat
3. Do a double turn swan dive from any given piece of furniture
2. Pee in the floor
AND THE #1 THING I DO TO ANNOY MOMMY...
1. Get lots of my snot on my finger, then wipe it on Gabe's head
3.12.2006
SAHM I Am (& happen to like eggs/ham)...
O Lordy! So excited to start this blog... have been wanting to for sometime now. I'm hoping that I'll be able to de-stress a bit & use writing as therapy (& humor for you when you read about Flynn sitting on Gabe & stuff).
Okay, we were just about swept up in last night's tornado. Everyone knows I'm a BIG giant scaredy-cat when it comes to storms... and I'm darn proud of that. It could possibly save my bacon someday (& the bacons of my peeps). We took a gander at the storm damage this morning... we were stir crazy after Flynn's 4-day stint w/ a fever (& I am nosey). It was completely surreal. As we & all the other nosey, snooper slow driver-byers did just that, it seemed wrong. Here were these people cleaning up their possessions, tossed EVERYwhere on hwy 61. HOWEVER, the family whom are alive becuz THE MOM SAID LET'S GET TO THE BASEMENT (thank you), have just the right idea about being the object of everyone's snoopiness. The first time, it wasn't there... but the 2nd, third & 4th times (okay, I'm obsessed) we drove by we saw a gynormous tarp hanging over the famous flying car (was picked up by twister & plopped down on what used to be the bedroom). This tarp/banner was an ad for I guess all the copters flying over. How funny is that? Thank God someone's cashing in on America's / Media's overexposure (for people like me)!!
I saw a commercial w/ Doogie Howser MD (for this new show he's on) & the 50-something times we saw this commercial, he was saying, "I'M SO GOING TO PUT THIS IN MY BLOG." So, I guess Doog inspired me. I'm going to be walking around saying that to the kids... "Flynn, get off Gabe, "I'M SO GOING TO PUT THIS IN MY BLOG.".... "Flynn quit wiping your snot on Gabe's head, "I'M SO GOING TO PUT THIS IN MY BLOG." These are true incidents...hence my need for this blog. Enjoy photos as soon as I post them & Peace Out to my homies.
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