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Catch Up…

May 18, 2009

This is an apology for not posting regularly the last little while. I had to take my 6 year old to the doctor twice more in the last two weeks – the last time was a new doctor, who has made a completely different (but much more logical) determination regarding the stomach problems he has been suffering with. He also has some funky allergies on top of the stomach stuffs (chocolate, apples & bananas) When we took him to our usual doctor again they told me his stomach problems are stemming from being allergic to milk (probably his favorite drink, really!) and wheat – you know, bread to make PB&J sandwiches, breading on chicken nuggets (one of his fav foods) the crust on pizza, most cereals. While this made no sense to me (if these allergies are causing the problem, why didn’t the problem start YEARS AGO when he first started ingesting these items..? AND they DIDN’T check to confirm the stuff we have had reactions to.  And backtracking for a minute, they made this determination by testing his blood. We have had a standing order to get his blood drawn for testing for respiratory allergies for a while. We just hadn’t gotten it done due to scheduling issues. When there for the stomach (again, I might add) it was determined this needed to be done to also check for possible causes of the pain. Luckily Hunny was with me, and even more luckily (for the nurse) he was between me & her.

She initially brought out an adult blood draw syringe. I mentioned to her that my veins, while looking like a junkies dream are actually a phlebotomist’s nightmare, small, and "rolly"  They play Hell trying to start an IV or draw blood from me. They have to use a "butterfly" needle, made for drawing from infants, to succeed on me. She (finally, after a bit of "argument" with me) got a butterfly. Then she missed. Yep, she missed his vein. And instead of just saying "Oops, I missed, let’s try the other arm." She then proceeded to "dig" in his arm for the vein (those of you who have had blood drawn know what I mean – they pull the needle part way out then push it back in, several times, in an effort to find the vein they missed…) He’s SIX. And in tears & shaking, from pain & fear. As I said, lucky for her Hunny was physically between me & her. Or she’d have been on the floor & I’d have been in jail. She ended up having to use the other arm any ways, after all that…

There is a point to this, I promise…

When they called 10 days later with the results, I asked what the respiratory results had been and was told they results weren’t back yet. Four hours later I received another call – they didn’t order the respiratory tests and want me to get his blood drawn again….Somehow I don’t see that happening anytime soon.

So Friday when He was again having stomach pain & vomiting, I called a different doctor. They got me in that day (in like an hour!). We did the history stuffs, and I went over everything above with her. She said instead of trying to draw blood again right away, she wanted to try Zyrtec. Back to being related & similar reactions amongst family members, I mentioned my experience with that particular medicine – not good. Can we say Zombified..? As a child, he is still in the stage where the adult reactions seem to be opposite, so we’re looking at a possible reaction of super-hyper – in a kid who doesn’t stop as it is, and sleeps very little…she agreed it might not be the right thing, but asked me to try it "on a day I could be with him all day to gauge the side-effects. But then she also suggested nasal spray. The stuff for allergies, prescription, and gave me a sample. She also said the one I have at home (that was for Hunny but that he says his allergies aren’t bad enough to need…) is the same thing and can be used. The difference is AMAZING! For a kid who goes through a box of Kleenex a week, constantly sniffling, sneezing & coughing – just WOW! No sniffles, no sneezes, no need for Kleenex, and his cough has diminished tremendously!!!! She also said that all of the drainage from the allergies could be contributing to his stomach problems…Then she sent us across the way to get an X-ray of his tummy, and said something about possibly needing to go to Riley Hospital for Children’s GI dept if it didn’t provide an answer… But it did – or at least a good possible. Apparently, despite the fact that he uses the bathroom usually twice a day (I know, I know, TMI) his bowels are completely full of old stool. She has him taking a very mild stool softener twice a day in an effort to get it emptied out and put an end to the pain being caused by his body not having anywhere to put new waste when he eats.  They had done a similar X-ray in Jan when I took him to the ER the second time, so they had a reference. Our doctor had those results, too.

Now I have to wonder, why didn’t our regular doctor do these things, try these options – things that seem to be having a positive impact on my boy? That office has XRay equipment IN THE OFFICE, why didn’t it occur to them to do an X-Ray? Why was I given "Oh, just give him a Pepcid everyday and he’ll be fine."? Why wasn’t that modified the 2nd, or even 3rd time he was there for THE SAME ISSUES? Why did I have to go to a different doctor to be taken seriously? (at least  that’s how it feels, like I was getting the old "Mom’s over re-act, it’s not that serious" I’m not a doctor, but I am my child’s mother – not my first go round, if you’ll remember I also have two adult children – and yet when I told them "The child had a broken arm & refused any pain meds, saying it didn’t hurt that bad, but is IN TEARS over the pain in his belly")

I’m fairly certain I have found a new doctor for my boy…add to that my Hunny, who is diabetic, has had sugar readings lately in the 350-400 range, who will also lose his job (he is a truck driver, holds a CDL)  if he has to start taking insulin, as federal law says insulin=no CDL. He meds have been increased, and he’s gone back to the proper diet, and reduced the stress he had – a whole nother post, which may eventually end up on The Life & Times… – and it is coming down, but still isn’t where it needs to be…But now I have another problem – he sees the same doctor my boy was seeing. Has he messed up regarding Hunny..? 

All of that on top of the medical crap I have to deal with, as well as work, bills, and general living, well, I haven’t kept up with posting like I should. Things seem to be calming down some, so hopefully I will be back in my routine soon. Until then, please be patient with me…

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Doctoring

April 29, 2009

We’re going doctoring today. Hunny I both have appointments, and the boy’s throat & stomach have started acting up again : ( So he’s going with us – our doctor’s office has a wonderful walk-in policy. The problem being Hunny & the boy see the same doctor & I see a different one. Why is that a problem, you ask..? Hunny can just take him in with him and be done! Yeah, ok. Problem..? Hunny isn’t the most, shall we say sympathetic..? when it comes to the boy being ill…

He tries, don’t get me wrong. He just doesn’t succeed real well… Oh well, we’ll figger it out, and I’ll letcha know how it works out…I’m supposed to be getting tattooed today, too, but with the boy sick, I dunno what’s going to happen with that, either : (

Anyways, I’ll catch ya up when I get home to stay 🙂

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Really..? REALLY..? Someone Truly Believes This..?

April 21, 2009

Really..? REALLY..? I mean, this is a joke, right..? Today was a “day off” For any of you who come here regularly—> yes I mean YOU TWO! you know that as a rule a day off is anything but. Today was a bit different from the usual craziness. I did take the boy to school, go to the drug store, stop by the new flea market, clean the house and make dinner, but that was IT. So I have had some time to go blog hopping. I usually blog hop using Blog Explosion or Condron, but today I did it a little differently, by following links from one blog to another. I found a lot of interesting new places to visit…while visiting Lover of Strife, “A character from the epic Mabinogion, whose tendency to bash heads first and ask questions later leads to a terrible war between Britain and Ireland. Also, a modern-day, kind of high-maintenance, very male Witch from Houston, Texas. He can often be found not keeping his mouth shut and taking creative liberties with What Really Happened.” I clicked on a link to The Blogess, “Like Mother Teresa, only better” based on his comment that she has “The funniest site on the internet” Intriguing. Of course I had to check that out, ‘cuz I read some funny shit on a regular basis, she must be good…actually, I was pleasantly surprised! She is humorous. From the get go – go on check out the splash page…I’ll wait.

If you were brave enough to choose “Bring it on Bitch” you by now probably agree…Well, me being me, I never read just one post. Well, at least not if I find it the least bit interesting, anyways…So after exploring not-so-wiped-off-the-face-of-the-Earth childhood illnesses and the dangers of spontaneously combusting babies, I realized she goes through her comments and picks one to be “comment of the day” (Yep that’s me! The post on Lover of Strife that said – and I quote – “Jenny the Bloggess took this kind of horrifying thing I said and named it her official Comment of the Day.” wasn’t quite spelled out enough for me…). Then I read the chosen comment. IT was funny, too. Then I realized there were 125 comments on one post. So I went in and read the comments. And visited the sites of the commenters that struck my fancy. Then I found the link to Ask The Bloggess

“What the Hell does any of this have to do with the obvious outrage displayed in the opening lines of this post?” You ask..

“I’m getting there!” I say – “and really, you’ve been here before…if I didn’t ramble and wander you’d be emailing me wanting to know who the Hell was posting on my blog and what did they do with me..?”

Well, yeah…but c’mon!” You say.

I’m working on it!”

So where was I..? Oh yeah, Ask the Bloggess – that’s some funny shit, too! So on to the comments I went. Yanno, it’s been my experience that the comments are a very important part of each post (a part many of mine are sadly lacking…), and enjoy reading them almost – mind you I said ALMOST – as much as the original posts on the blogs I like. Following a link to a commenters blog, I stumbled onto Mayopie. Whose latest post bears the title “Ohhhhhhhhhh…Fat people cause global warming”

DO WHAT..?

Fortunately my initial reaction was wrong. Mayopie was responding to an article on The Sun. They are the ones who posit that overweight people are contributing – a lot – to global warming. In an article titled “Fatties Cause Global Warming.” Apparently in all seriousness….

Yeah I have an issue with that.

While in my current incarnation, I am about 5’5”, and weigh about 140, a large part of which is muscles from dancing allowing me to weigh 140 but wear a 9-10-11 (depending on manufacturer. And WHAT is the deal with THAT..? Why doesn’t a size 9 have the same waist/hip measurements across brands..? Length differences are necessary but Really..? How can a 29” waist, a 30” inch waist and a 31” waist ALL be labeled as size 9..? I mean c’mon, why is it so….huh..? What..? Did you say something..? Oh yeah, oops *blushing* will save that rant for another post…) Shit, I’ve even lost myself, hang on while I go back and read what I wrote…

Oh yeah, I wear an average 9-10-11, not teeny tiny by any means (I’ll NEVER be that) but I look pretty good, if I do say so myself : ) But I have also been 5’5” and 180 lbs – not so svelte. But I still looked good! (What!?!? I did! It’s all in how you present yourself & how you carry yourself)

Even if that weren’t true, where the f^*k does someone get off insinuating – no outright SAYING such a thing? In print? In front of the Goddess and everyone..? I could come up with a few choice actions I’d like to take in that author’s direction (my post/spell on How to Change Someone Into a Frog is at the forefront of my mind…)BUT…

As much as I am offended by this, I won’t. I can’t. I am not a flowers and light witch, and firmly believe that the world is all about balance, and if you can’t/won’t hex, neither can you/will you be able to heal, I am not personally hurt by this article. Nor is my family. So it isn’t MY PLACE to take retribution. But if you have been…well, the link is there…

Ok, it’s 9:30, Idol is on (well it’s been on for 30 min, but we have it DVRed, so it’s all good *grin*) and I am done for today. But go check out some of my new finds! And I’ve added to my blogroll, too, so be sure to visit them, too. Wonderful blog like The Vinyl VIllager, Faerie♥Kat, The Gods Are Bored, and Trench Warfare to name a few…and a very varied selection it is, too *grin*

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!

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Spoutwood Fairie Festival!!!

April 17, 2009

I’m pretty sure Anne, over at The Gods Are Bored has many, many more readers than I do, but on the off chance someone from here has never been there, I am going to go ahead and put this up for her…It’s a safe bet I won’t be able to make it – there’s a lot of distance between Indiana & Pennsylvania, and nowheres near enough money even close to my bank account to finance such a trip as much as I really, really, REALLY need a vacation….aw well, such is life…no point whining – Goddess knows that won’t fill my bank account!

 

The 18th annual May Day Fairie Festival will be a feast for the senses! A sensory overload is more like it! Once you walk through the gate:Your ears will be moved by glorious sounds of all types: drumming…harps…flutes… guitar …beautiful singing…the giggling of children…laughter…happy conversation…gasps of wonder…birds twittering and chirping…Wondrous aromas will fill your nose: exotic incense…fresh farm air…delicious diverse foods…fragrant herbs and spices…floral scents released by fresh spring flowers…Let your eyes be treated to: amazingly creative costuming…the lush verdant nature of the trees in Spring bloom…colorful flags and banners… flowers bobbing in the sunshine…swirling dancers performing for your enjoyment…smiles…sparkly trinkets…a rainbow of colors…Treat your body: feel the lush grass beneath your feet…caress a soft alpaca…move your body to the beat of the drums…indulge in a bellylaugh…try a yoga pose in Natureplace…let a breeze soothe your soul… Once again, the Festival will celebrate the ripening of Spring with:

  • ·Maypole Dancing
  • ·Lively Music
  • ·Parades and Processions
  • ·Coronation of the Royal Court
  • ·Artisan Marketplace
  • ·Hands-On Crafts
  • ·Fairie and Gnome Village Tours
  • ·Bubbles and Fairie Dust
  • ·Spirited Dancing
  • ·Storytelling
  • ·Fairie and Nature Spirit Workshops
  • ·Fairie Tea Parties
  • ·Diverse Food Vendors
  • ·Drum Circles
  • ·And Much More!

When: May 1st, 2nd and 3rd 2009

Where: Spoutwood Farm Center 4255 Pierceville Rd Glen Rock PA 17327 717-235-6610 http://www.spoutwood. org

Admission: May 1st: Children 12 and under are FREE Adults: $15 May 2nd and 3rd: Adults: $15 Children 12 and under: $5 Children 2 and under FREE Three Day Adult Pass available at gate for $30.

Volunteers who sign up for and complete a two hours shift will get their admission refunded. Parking: $5 per car in lots on Pierceville Rd Handicapped parking available at entrance (first come, first served).

About Spoutwood Farm: Nestled in the rolling landscape of York County is Spoutwood Farm – a family owned farm and part of the Community Supported Agriculture program, supports more than 100 families with organically grown food throughout the year. Spoutwood Farm supports sustainable living practices and offers workshops and classes in streamside ecology, mead making, medicinal herbalism and more.

Spoutwood is a 501©(3) non-profit organization. 

Anne also says: This is a “viral” campaign to promote the May Day Fairie Festival at Spoutwood Farm! Please pass this information along to everyone in your email list, post to your blog, send to any organization newsletter you belong to, anywhere it would be appropriate, anywhere LOTS of people will see it! We want to “infect” everyone with the joy and whimsy of the fairies 😉 If you come to the festival, look for the Leader of the Mountain Tribe. That’s me. I want to meet you! Extra jelly rocks to anyone who says they read "The Gods Are Bored!"

A Kentucky Wedding – and Other Ramblings

April 13, 2009

As I mentioned in a previous post, we attended a wedding on Friday. In Kentucky. Hunny’s aunt Anti got married to her long-time honey Jigger. Again. I think she’s been married almost as many times as I have…hopefully this one will be as good for her as my last one is for me 🙂

We were a bit flustered when we found out the wedding was at 1:00 on a Friday. I mean we do have jobs and all. But luckily we had (almost) enough notice that it really wasn’t a problem, at least not a big one. Hunny gets 3 weeks vacation, and I get two, none of which either of us had used any of so far this year. We also get personal days – although his are much better, as they really are personal days – he can call in for any reason, on any day, an hour before his start time, and he’s good. I, on the other hand, have to schedule all days off – except sick days of course. You might know that day was “closed” so I had to give up my day off, and work for someone else, so she would work for me on Friday. I got the day off, but it wasn’t easy. Which is probably good, because if it had been easy, I would have spent all the time between approval & the day of wondering what was gonna happen….and of course “it” happened anyways, my boy was/is sick.

Anywho…we figgered about 2 hours for the drive, each way – wedding at one means leave about 10. I was a bit hesitant about taking the boy, for all the regular reasons there are for not wanting to spend two hours trapped in a vehicle with a six-year-old, expect him to then behave in a church, and be again trapped for 2 hours… And once he started having problems, my reservations grew. I considered staying home with him, but he was excited about going, and he seemed basically ok that morning. I dosed him with Motrin & Pepcid, taking both with us, along with his bucket, his big (32 oz) cup of ice water & his Gameboy. Other than my Speedway STILL not having the iced coffee machine fixed (I’m addicted to the French Vanilla) the trip down was pretty uneventful. We did get a phone call about 50 miles into the trip to tell us we had the wrong directions….but in spite of all, we made it with time to spare.

I had asked Hunny the day before what he was planning on wearing. His response..? “Jeans! I ain’t dressing up! This is what her 20th wedding..?” Yep, that’s my Hunny the epitome of tactfulness…he also made the comment that they were getting married on Good Friday, cuz Jigger was getting hung out like Jesus did on the same day…like I said, tactful…(he actually shared that comment with Anti) Back to the subject at hand – when he said jeans I said woohoo! that makes my life much easier. Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of dress up clothes – scads of them, actually, since I have to wear the “monkey suits” (as I call it) to work most days. Which is why I was thrilled with wearing jeans. Besides, Anti & Jigger are way more redneck than we are, and that’s saying sumptin’. We fully expected casual (we’ll get to that in a few) church not withstanding. Yeah. We were wrong. Mostly…We did wear nice jeans, & dressy shirts, but Hunny had the boy dress himself while I was getting ready, and, well, his outfit wasn’t even close to dressy – as you’ll see here shortly.

Dad had called to tell us about the wrong directions & give us new ones, which included “yellow building” and “antique shops” and the information that Mom’s car would be parked in front of the church sign. In his defense, he did well, we found it no problem. They got married at a pretty little Pentecostal church in the burbs of Louisville. Yes, I entered a church & survived to blog about it 🙂 But everyone we encountered, including Miss Mom (unfeminine sister-in-law) was dressed. Not just wearing clothes, but dressed. In dresses & suits. Except the bride – she was still in jeans (mind you, we arrived about 30 mins before the wedding was due to start).

This is the point where we found out she wanted the boy to be her ring bearer. Huh?!? Are you sure about that..? She was sure. Blue jeans, Batman shirt and all…

ringbearer

Did I mention Hunny also let him spike his hair himself..?

Anyway, other than the Maid of Honor (Anti’s daughter) deciding she needed to go to Walmart 3 min before the wedding was due to start, it went very well. Once the ceremony was over, the cake was cut and the food was eaten (coldcuts, crackers, chips and “chocolate meatballs, as our niece called them). I did start to feel better about our attire once I got a good look at some of the other attendees. I thought I taken more pics than I did of the outfits on display, but I only got this one…

wedding shoes

Yep, that’s shower shoes with socks, along with a button-down shirt & suit pants. We also had plus sized zebra stripes, flowers galore, and an almost-mini skirt (there really wasn’t even enough material to qualify as a mini skirt…). There were two cakes, a regular cake & a redneck cake…


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cake3

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It says “Now all you can do is run to the end of  your chain.’

The ride home was rather bad – the boy fell asleep about 10 minutes into the ride. “That’s good” you’re thinking, I can hear it, but no, not so much. For several reasons, the first of which is that when he falls asleep in the car, unless he stays asleep until we get where we’re going, he usually wakes up whining & crying. Almost every time. Add to that he wasn’t really feeling well to begin with, and had had drunk a can of Sprite before we left. He was also getting grumpy just before we left. So was Hunny. You see, the boy wanted to play. Kid logic says if I don’t feel bad right at this moment, I’m fine until I’m not. Nowhere in kid logic lives the knowledge that a temporary reprieve is not justification for running, yelling, jumping & generally being a kid, because this will cause the misery to return. Which it did. 2/3 of the way home. Not only did we have the “I hate waking up in a moving vehicle” attitude, but we also had “my belly is starting to hurt again” and “my neck hurts” and finally, once we hit Indy’s rush hour traffic (we got back to Indy about 5:30) “I need to pee.” We mixed that up with Hunny’s mounting frustration with the idiots around us, and it was not fun.

We survived, but as you saw from Friday night’s post, we didn’t survive it well. The boy was up & whiny every 30-45 minutes Thurs, Fri & Sat nights, so while I got up with him, Hunny was still woken repeatedly, and he’s not used to not sleeping, like I am, so yesterday wasn’t very pleasant, either 😦 He did go to work today, which is a relief to all involved, and he did sleep last night. I called the doc Saturday and he called in some antibiotics for the boy. Despite Hunny’s assertion that the boy’s “neck” hurt from heartburn, by Sat afternoon, his neck felt like there were two robin’s eggs inside it.

Rest assured, despite a slight fever this morning, he is just about back to his normal self. Lucky me. Well, gotta go. He’s demanding food. If I weren’t so glad to see him eating again (he really didn’t eat Friday, Saturday or Sunday, and ate only some Mac & Cheese Thursday) I’d be getting upset…

he still doesn’t feel good

he still doesn’t feel good

he still doesn’t feel good

As long as I keep telling myself that, I won’t throttle him *grin*

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! ! ! ! !

Yes, it was long….

April 11, 2009

I was right – it was a very looooong night. He had weird dreams all night,, and woke about every 45 minutes to an hour. Which means I woke every 45 minutes to an hour. Again. Like the night before, and the night before that. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t really sleep right and so am used to sleep deprivation.

Well, where was I..? Oh yeah, we were heading home from the baby sitter’s and I had asked the boy if he was hungry. He said no, which I found rather odd, knowing he hadn’t eaten. When I asked “Even for White Castle?” he said he guessed he could eat. He also said his belly hurt “a little.” We pulled up to White Castle and ordered, and then sat. And sat. And sat…I can’t figure out why, but that has got to be the slowest fast-food I’ve ever eaten. As we sat, he began to say that his belly was hurting more. Then said he felt like he was going to throw up. So out the door he went – or at least his upper body did. He didn’t actually get sick But he did want to go home & take some medicine rather than wait any more for his food. You have no idea how unexpected & out of character that is for my boy.

This is the same kid who refused paid medicine when he had a broken arm. Who responded “Oh, a little…” when the doc asked him if it hurt. This same kid saying his belly hurt badly enough to pass on White Castle – his favorite food in the world. Now it’s happening again. I dunno, an I over re-acting? It just seems really odd that a child that will crack his head/shin/elbow or any other body part, up to & including hard enough to bleed, and say “I’m ok,” to be in tears because his belly hurts, well, I’m not really good with having it treated like it’s nothing. Now he says his neck hurts, too. I am pretty sure he means throat…it hurts when he swallows, he says. But he is also pretty insistent that Motrin, not Pepcid, is making he belly feel better, which is, to me, even more of a reason to not be good with “Feed him Pepcid and bland food, he’ll be fine in a few days.” Or is it just me..? Comments are always welcome – I’m pretty sure I’ll be up tonight, too.   

Long Night Ahead

April 10, 2009

Something tells me it’s going to be a long night – and an even longer weekend….the boy has had off & on stomach problems for a few months now. I took him to the ER twice for it a while back. The first time they blew it off as a “bug”. The 2nd time, they took an xray and again sent us home. Now it’s back. This time Hunny took him to the doc’s. “Feed him Pepcid and bland food, he’ll be fine in a few days.” That was yesterday. Today is really no better. Maybe worse.

In defense of those who have “seen” him, it does somewhat resemble a stomach bug, Kinda. On the surface…but living with it, I see it differently. For one thing, it hasn’t ever really “gone away.” He gets better, but not all the way. Sometimes he’s fine for a week, but then I get “Mommy, my belly hurts a little.” I give him a Pepcid & he’s ok.

About two weeks ago, he went to stay with friends while Hunny did some race stuff, and I had to work. When I got there to pick him up he was laid out on the couch “in trouble” for not eating. More specifically, in trouble for not eating what everyone else ate. Now a little background is needed, I think. My boy is what many would consider a picky eater. He won’t eat beef. Ever. For any reason. And don’t try to sneak it in…he will know. I don’t know how, but he always does. Every time. He also doesn’t eat pork, except bacon. He loves bacon. Would eat it every day if I let him. Which I don’t. For obvious reasons. Chicken? He’ll eat the Hell outta some chicken.

I’m good with all of that. I will not force a child to eat food he doesn’t want. It was done to me as a child. I ate it. I puked. Apparently not everyone is. So he didn’t eat more than a few bites and got in trouble for refusing to eat more. Not really good with that….He also told them he didn’t fell good. Which they assumed was a kid ploy to get out of being in trouble. I knew better. He has never cried sick or hurt when he wasn’t – and half the time doesn’t even when he is…

When he was sick the two times he went to the ER, Hunny doubted him too. And almost every other time he has claimed sick. One of his few ummmm, shall we say, not so good points. Yes, there are a few…we all have them. Every time the child has done this, it has been accompanied by vomiting. My boy HATES to throw up, so it isn’t something he’s going to do intentionally.

Let me also throw in here real quick – like that his absolute favorite food id White Castle. Trust me, that is necessary information for you to have.

So, I get there he’s laying on the couch, and saying he doesn’t feel well, and not being believed. Again. So I took him and we left. Mind it was nine o’clock on a Saturday night. When we got in the car, I asked if he was hungry, knowing he hadn’t eaten as I gotten the menu of what was served…

gotta go for now. Stay tuned for more – and the story of the Kentucky wedding we attended – with pictures!

Seeee ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

 

Wow! A Year of Our Lives Remembered!

April 7, 2009

It is simply mind-boggling to me to think I have been “blogging” for over a year! I have met some marvelous people who have taken my on exciting – & not so exciting, sometimes – adventures with them. I have chronicled the last year of my life – mostly. I admit, if I were good at this, I’d currently have 368 posts, and I don’t. In my defense, I think about blogging every day. That counts for something, right?

We’ve acquired new family members, lost teeth, been visited by fairies & fat jolly men. We’ve moved. I hated that part…We’ve had run-ins with banks & cell companies, bad drivers & stoopid people galore! I haven’t really “poured my heart out” per se, but I’ve come mightily close. Closer than I would have thought. I’m really not the heart-pouring kind, yanno.

My other blog, A Witch In Time has 318 posts – I put myself on a structured schedule over there, and if I think people are “depending” on me, I am much more likely to try to keep up. Plus it wasn’t “born” until April 21st, so hasn’t yet reached it’s first birthday…but it’s coming 🙂

My son has gone from a pre-schooler to a Kindergartener, to an almost first grader – wow! almost a first grader! Next thing you know he’ll be in high school! Our grandbabies have become grand boys. We’ve had ups & downs and even sideways’. But we’re still going strong! Hunny and I are getting ready to celebrate 10years on the 16th, and looking forward to 40 more.

I have a job I like – mostly. Well, I work with & for people I like. Life isn’t particularly easy at this point, the ends really can’t even see each other, let alone meet, but it is good. We are (mostly) healthy, we have each other, we have a home, dependable vehicles, food in the pantry, clothes in the closet, Spring is coming, and it’ll get better. The Lady looks out for her own.

Ok, that’s about it for today. Yes, I know, I still haven’t finished the whole HH Gregg story. I’m aware. I think I keep putting it off because anytime I “brag on” something, it becomes unbragworthy, if that makes sense? So I am somewhat afraid that if I finish the story, I’ll jinx any future interactions with them….we’ll hafta wait & see what happens 🙂

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!

Three Days – Is it A Record?

April 3, 2009

So, I’m posting again, but again, nothing major. I will say, this child is about to drive me nuts. To start with I am sick & tired of being woken at the butt-crack of dawn, every morning. We all know what a morning person I am….well, apparently every living person except my boy. He IS a morning person.

Let me also say I wish he had never learned to tell time. Now I get a minute by minute play by play whenever he wants to do something. “Mom! It’s 9:58. Are you about ready to get dressed?” “Mom! It’s 9:59 are you about ready to get dressed yet?” “Mom, it’s 10:00 are you about ready to get dressed now?” He’s on Spring Break. He gets to go to Alec’s every day during spring break. So every morning we start the “Mom!?! Are you ready to get dressed yet?” at about oh, I dunno 8:00. And we’re off. For the next 3 hours.

And now it IS time for me to get dressed. Lucky me. I get to go to work. Again.

Did I mention I am quitting smoking..? Probably not. And I probably just jinxed it by mentioning it, that’s how it usually works…But I have done fairly well so far. Since 10:00 Wednesday night, I have had 2 cigarettes. Both were at work – go figger. As long as I don’t have any, I don’t want any. Truly. No urges I can’t control. No urges at all, really. I have thoughts about em, and occasionally catch myself reaching for one, out of habit (like when I get in the car), then laugh at myself for doing it.

My boy gets me frustrated & wanting one. But since I don’t have any, it’s no biggie. Work drives me batty some days – rude people, making things personal, hateful, nasty, foul-mouthed…all over TELEVISION. And that’s the crux of it. It’s TV..! How can you be that fricking angry over TV? The worst onesare the ones that say “I have three kids! What am I supposed to do with them until you come fix it..?”" Ummmm…I dunno – go to yhe park? read a book? go outside? PLAY with your kids, pay attention to them? teach them how to make a paper airplane..?

*Sigh*  Ok gotta go..

See ya l;aterzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

My Christmas Post *grin* (only 4 days later…)

December 29, 2008

Well, Christmas has been and gone. I think it was a success here in Camby, IN. The boy cleaned up on gifts, even though he wasn’t the epitome of good. Matter-of-fact, he wasn’t even really close…but such is life with a six year old 🙂
I love Christmas! It’s my favorite time of year. I mean c’mon, my blog has a Christmas theme all year long – when it co-operates…But it’s over too soon. Not two days after, people are taking down decorations like they can’t wait to get on to the next big thing…*sigh* such a let down. You get this three month build-up, inundated with Christmassy stuffs,  then BOOM day after,  there’s Valentine’s Day stuff in the stores. . .Hell, I saw it in some stores even before Christmas. . .

Anyways, here’s some pics of our Christmas. . . mantlemilk Here’s the boy checking on the milk & cookies left for Santa

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The mostly empty milk glass

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The “present” Santa left on my carpet…nothing like cleaning up a dirty, ashy boot print first thing in the morning *grin*

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The haul…
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Dragon Book
The only non-toy in the bunch
Robot beast
You can’t tell from the pic (my timing isn’t the best…) but he really did like this
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Pokemon – Always a winner!
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Apparently the hit of the day…
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And let’s not forget the “Demon Digger” aka remote controlled Grave Digger monster truck…”Why do you call it “Demon Digger”? you ask. “I’m getting there!” I say. This was ostensibly the boy’s present, but (of course) Dad had to “try it out” first…and the poor cats were his unwilling victims>>

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If you look really close, you’ll see Hunny at the controls – the Demon Digger is coming out from under the coffee table at this point.

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Here’s Bel hiding from said Demon Digger
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Follow the arrow, Bel is hiding on the bottom of the table
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Jingles is actually jumping backwards in this pic
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Can you see him? Hiding under the table, as the Demon Digger approaches in a full out frontal assault..?

The only black spot on an otherwise wonderful holiday was the IM I found waiting for me on my computer when I got back from the in-laws and finished getting everything ready (for the folks who ended up unable to make it). That message was from my best friend D. My younger than me, stay at home mom best friend. We had made plans for Shayne & I to go over to her house Tuesday, when I’m off. My boy LOVES her house :). The message said

We’re going to have to cancel Tuesday’s play date. I had a heart attack last night & I’m in the hospital…etc., etc., etc.”

Needless to say, at 6:30 Christmas Day night I was flying to the hospital. Turns out she actually had several heart attacks, and had a stent inserted in her heart. She’s home now, but still….

Okay, I’m pretty much outta time, gotta go get ready for work – nose to the grindstone and all 🙂 All in all, we had a good Christmas. I have more pics – will I get them up on here..? That’s a big, definite MAYBE…I hope all of you (all three regular readers *grin* and any first time visitors as well) had as good a holiday as we did. (Minus the whole best-friend-having-a-heart-attack thing)

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! ! ! !