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There’s Birthdays A’Comin’ – And A Bitch Session – LOL

December 11, 2008

Ok, I finally have a couple of unoccupied minutes, where do I start..? We’re in the new house, but I think you all know that already. We’ve added a new family member to our growing menagerie ok, I admit, 2 cats really isn’t a menagerie, I just like the word J The tree is up, and many of the decorations have made it out of their boxes, but many more sit amongst the unopened boxes filling my garage, just hoping they will be found and allowed to bring us happiness. Whether this happens or not, I dunno, I kinda doubt it.

Saturday is the boy’s sixth birthday. Did I mention he has lost another tooth..? Hunny was all worried because one of his bottom front teeth was growing in behind the baby tooth, which was loose but didn’t seem to have any intention of coming out anytime soon. But out it did come, and the other has moved forward right where it’s supposed to be. Back to the birthday…We actually have 2 December birthdays, Shayne’s is the 13th and Tony’s is the 27th. Makes for a busy December, lemme tell ya. And, If I count in “honorary” family members, we have Stacey’s on the 29th (I think…), my best friend D’s on the 19th, and her daughter’s on the 17th…whew.

Last year during “open enrollment” I asked for Saturday off, and got it. So Saturday is his party. I think this is the first time in quite a while that it’ll actually be on his birthday. My little Friday the 13th baby. We planned it that way ! No really, we did I was induced and got to pick the date J He’s also my snowbaby. The day he was born it was miserable outside, cold, windy & gloomy. They had called for snow, but none had been forthcoming. At the very moment my boy decided to join the world, the snow began to fall. And it has snowed on his birthday every year. Yes, I know, I wander a lot in my writing. Sorry, that’s just me. I sometimes wonder if I don’t have adult ADD but that’s a whole nother post *grin*

Back to the party (again). We aren’t doing anything spectacular, just some friends & a cake, but what’s a party without drama? The drama this year is coming from the in-laws (go figger). Apparently since Shayne is now in school (what this has to do with it I have no clue…) they prefer having a “private” celebration to coming to the house for the party. Why is this drama? you ask …welllllll it starts all the way back to when I found out I was pregnant. Well, even before then, really.

Hunny’s sister had made it abundantly plain, in ways I won’t go into here, (but use your imagination), that she was never, EVER going to have kids. Then Shayne came along, and suddenly she was no longer the baby of the family (mind you she was in her 30’s at this time) and center of the universe. Shayne was born in December of 2002. Abby, her daughter, was born in June (or July, I can’t remember exactly) of 2004. All of a sudden, the woman who went to a lot of trouble to NOT have kids has a kid…. I don’t know what all has occurred in this dynamic before I joined it, but I can tell you what I’ve seen since….Hunny’s parents have kept our boy over night 4 times. In 6 YEARS. Never more than two nights in a row. The last time, we found we were going to be about two hours later than originally planned (original plan was to pick him up late afternoon, it turned out it would be early evening), and his parents flipped. The reason for the delay was that we were going to have dinner with our daughter-in-law. When Hunny called to say we’d be a bit later, all Hell broke loose. He left to go get our boy, and from what I later heard, angry words were exchanged between him and his father well, an attempt at angry words was made. Hunny shut him down, telling him it wasn’t an appropriate discussion to have with a 3 year old present.

Now, while just the fact that they’ve only kept him four times is in itself a bit odd for Grandparents, in my opinion, but they rarely keep him at ALL, even for a few hours during the day. He’s been at their house, without us probably a total of 10 times in his life, including the four mentioned above. Abby, on the other hand, is there constantly. Abby is Hunny’s sister’s daughter now there’s a mouthful LOL! Really. Anytime I have taken Shayne to visit in the last 3 years, she was there. They have made one of their spare rooms “her room” They kept her for 2 weeks while her parents went on a cruise or something. They also go to Hunny’s sister’s house a couple of times a week. She lives about the same distance from them as we do probably 25 miles one way. You know how often they come to our house..? They haven’t even seen any of the last three houses we’ve lived in. And apparently they aren’t going to see this one now, either….’cuz he’s in school now (?)

Understand, these are the only biological grandparents my child has both of my parents are dead and have been for years. But like I told Hunny, it’s really okay there are a whole bunch of people in his life, that know him well, that call themselves his grandparents and fill the bill very well. (I can think of three families who’s “patriarch” and/or “matriarch” consider him their grandchild and they have chosen to be in his life, not been thrust there by fate)

Ok, now that I’ve turned this into a bitch session *grin* it’s time to get ready for work. I will try to update more regularly. My computer still isn’t working properly I have missing programs, what I have tends to freeze up, and it just isn’t right. But one of the guys from work is going to come look at it in the next few days, so hopefully all will be well again !

Gotta go, see ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! ! ! !

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Catching Back Up (Kinda Sorta…)

July 24, 2008

OMG, OMG, OMG – I am SOOOOO behind here! There is so much I want to get in here – Holiday World, Tooth fairy, the rotatation of the planet, damaged cars, bubble wrap & back injuries, undone laundry, air conditioners that quit working (and the accompanying “notthebrightestcolorinthecrayolabox” owner of the house’s spouse issues). And a whole buncha other stuff I’ve already started to lose *sigh*

BUT time has been scarce (scarce..? Hell it’s bee almost non-existent!) and I just haven’t gotten here, which really SUX! ‘Cuz I know the three of you spend you days in a heightened sense of anticipation, just waiting to see what’s coming next…*snort, giggle*

BUT – the wonderful man over at The Vinyl Village has given my my very first BLOG AWARD! and I haven’t even had the time to acknowledge it let alone thank him 😦

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! If someone had told me I would win a blog award, I’d have probably laughed in their face! I didn’t even know I was in the running, or competing or whatever it is you do to get an award – the last award I won was for Extemperaneous Speaking – a century and a half ago, when I was in 6th grade…

Wow.

I’m aware I may seem to be being a bit facetious, but truly, I am so flabbergasted at this that I am at a loss. Plus, I have no idea how a normal person should react to an honor like this, since I’m not anything even remotely resembling normal…

Anyways, this beautiful award, the “Arte y Pico” comes with some stipulations, rules & regulations & stuffs 🙂

Winners must:

  • Award five blogs that contribute to the blogging community through creativity, design, and interesting material, regardless of language.
  • Name each of the five blog authors and provide a link to his or her blog.
  • Award recipients must show the Arte y Pico Award image and the name of the award-giving blog author, as well as the award-giving blog author’s blog link.
  • Award recipients must provide a link to the Arte y Pico blog.
  • Award recipients must show these rules.

So, here goes

I will award to Tom, at Fate’s Acquittal This blog consistently has wonderful enteries, and I feel it is a definite plus to the blogging community. Great content, always interesting, and not at all distant, but rather a real person who acknowledges comments and questions.

I will award to (another) Tom, at Tom’s Hideaway Here you find interesting info, a lot of sports stuff, and an opportunity to compete in a Daily Trivia Challenge! That rocks – or at least it does for me (when I do well…)

I will award to Reas (not her real name) at Trench Warfare Here’s a woman doing her best to help where she can, and finding herself thanked with kicks to the head – yet still she slogs onward, with style & humor -when possible.

I will award to Anji at Anji Patchwork simple observations & sharing of life. Always a nice place to visit, and sit a while.

FInally, I’ll award Goob at Hey It’s Free! The only thing better than cheap is free! And he has the free! He also throws in the occasional contest to keep things interesting 🙂

Ok, gotta go home. Will try to add more info on all of the things I want to get to * sigh*

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzz!

Where Have I Been..?

July 18, 2008

Ok, I guess this is what I get for daring to say things had been "slow". *Slap in the face* That’ll learn ya! Let’s start with the boy & his tooth…

As you know, we’ve had a loose tooth for quite some time now. Well, It finally came out Tuesday. Lemme tell ya – that boy was excited! And of course he had a bazillion questions…as usual! Which I really wasn’t up tp answering…

You see, this is where the "keepyourmouth(keyboard?)shutandNEVERsaythingsareslow" comes in. I had a doctors appointment Tuesday. Nothing major, just an Rx fill, and having a couple of skin tags removed on my neck. Which I wouldn’t have bothered with, except they happened to be right where my necklaces hang, and right where my tags hit my back, when I wear a shirt with a tag (I try not to – there are so many tagless options now, and I LOVE THAT!). But they were irritating, so I figured I’d have the doc take ’em off. No biggie, I mean really – how bad could it hurt? I’ve given birth!

So I took my boy to Stacey’s and dropped him off about noonish, and proceeded to the doctor’s. I actually got my car most of the way cleaned out, since I got there early! That’s a feat! My car creates shit…anyways, I went in, paid sat for a minute or two (they’re really good about not making you wait if you have an appointment – now coming as a walk-in is a different story). After about 5 min id the room, the doc came in explained what he was going to do, and did it. Not bad at all, kinda felt like having hairs plucked out. He rubbed some antibiotic ointment on the spots, gave me my prescription and I was done. In and out in about 25 minutes total.

I had gotten a coupon for a $25 gift card from CVS for a new or transferred Rx, so I headed on down to CVS to get it filled, since it was in the area (I usually – almost always – go to Walgreens…). As I was driving down there, I was talking to Hunny, and telling him how easy it had been.

"Hell, they don’t even hurt, it’s more like an itch where they took them off" That would be me tempting fate again…

I got to CVS, and as I was walking in, my hands, palms and inside of wrists, began to itch. "Cool! I’m coming into money somewhere!" Yeah, right…I went back to the counter, gave her my card & id, all the while scratching my hands & wrists surreptitiously. She said it would be about 10 mins, so I figured I’d stroll the aisles and see if I could find anything I couldn’t live without. But then I got a little light-headed, and my scalp started itching pretty bad – and scratching was BAD. I went over to the waiting area and sat down, and told hunny I was going to go. I was feeling pretty bad, and didn’t want him freaking out…he was at work nothing he could do. By now I was thinking it might be a bit more than a sign of incoming income. My hands were starting to swell, and my whole body was turning bright red.

They called me up to get my medicine, and the little gal asked me "Are you alright..?"

"I don’t think so."
I went and sat back down for a minute, then asked directions to the restroom, pretty sure I was about to hurl all over their waiting are. Now mind you I NEVER vomit. Ok, not never, but in 41 years, 14 of which were spent as a dancer who got paid by the drink, and another good 10 as a bartender, which means I DRANK, I’d bet I’ve only gotten physically ill 10 times. EVER. So this feeling keyed me to the fact that I might be in serious trouble. I didn’t actually get sick, but it was a near miss. I went back to the waiting area and called the doctor’s office. I had only been gone 15 minutes max, and I was only about 3 miles down the road.

Me: "Hi, this is Jodi, I just left there, I really, really, really need to talk to Linda or Dr. _____" My voice sounded a bit shaky to my ears…

Receptionist: "I’m guessing this is an emergency..?"
Me: "Yeah, I think so…"
Linda came on the line momentarily…

Her: "Hey Jodi, what’s up?"
Me: "What was the stuff the doc put on my neck>"
Her: "It was just a triple antiboitic, why?"
Me: "I think I’m having an allergic reaction to something in it…"
Her: " Have you ever used it before? Ever shown any reaction?"

Me: "I’ve used antibiotic ointment on every tattoo I have (please understand what I am saying when I say that – I quit counting tattoos when I get to 40 – and there are still more to go…), and I’ve never had any problems with it."

Her: "Well do you think a couple of benedryl will help? What’s happening with you..?"

Me: "Well, I’m shaky, I itch everywhere, my body’s turning red, and it’s kinda hard to breath…"

Her: "So you’re having trouble breathing? Is your throat closing up?"

Me: "Starting to.."

Her: "You might want to think about coming back up here, how far away are you?"

Me: "Just down the road at CVS."
Her: "You better come on back…"
Me: Ok, on my way."
I went up to the counter to get my stuff, and the gal asked for my CVS card. I was shaking so bad, she took the ring out of my hand and said she’d find it. She also said that she wasn’t sure she was comfortable letting me leave in the state I was in (and truly..? She probably shouldn’t have) But I told her I was going to the doctor’s office up on 56th St. we were at 34th St. and she let me go.

I got back to the doctor’s, and they whisked me in the back. I ended up getting two shots of Epinephrine AND a shot of cortisone, to reverse the reaction… My skin was bright red, swelling (the rings that usually are trying to fall off my fingers left marks where the skin swelled around them), and itching to beat Hell. The whites of my eyes even turned red. Scary shit. But within 45 minutes of getting back to the office I was pretty much fine, not 100%, but probably 80%.

Apparently at some point, I have acquired a sever allergy to bacatracin(sp?)

Meanwhile, my boy was busy losing his tooth during a water fight *grin* He was so excited when I got there he could hardly stand it! And, he got his first bee sting – the same way I got my first bee sting, running through a sprinkler and stepped on it. I’m fairly certain he took it much better than I did. I HATE bees. I actually broke my tailbone some years ago trying to back away from a bee…
Damm! Gotta go for now, but will try to get back soon! Work calls again…
See ya laterzzzzzzzzz!

Popping In

June 30, 2008

No time for a real post this morning, but I wanted to pop in and say all is still well. Today begins my Hell-weeks at work. Because July 4 falls in a week that I have Tuesday off normally, I don’t get it off. I think the theory is that they’re giving us the holiday off, we don’t need a regular day off….So I work M-F this week (yes, I volunteered for the 4th) then M-S the following week. and I worked M-S last week, Ugh,

My boy has a little mark on his forehead. I’ve asked him about 5 times what he did, and I’ve gotten 5 answers, not the least of which went like this:

Me: "What’d you do to your head?"
Him: "Where?"
Me: running my fingers lightly over the spot "Right here."
Him: "Ow, ow, ow, ow." Mind you, this is just a teeny, tiny little scab, bout 1/4" round – it almost can’t be seen….
Me; "So it hurts..? How’d you get it?"
Him: "You did it."
Me: "I did it..? When did I do that?"
Him: "Yep, you did it. "
Me: "When did I do it..?"
Him: "Yesterday."
Me: relieved "How could I have done it yesterday? You were with Rosa all day."
Him: "Oh yeah, I was, wasn’t I?"
Me: "So how’d you do it?"
Him: "If I’m really, really good while we’re at the store can I get a toy?"

And that was the end of the conversation. Oh yeah, did I mention we were at the return counter of Wally World when this conversation took place..? There I am being accused by my child of hurting him, while all the neighborhood biddies listen in. How many do you think actually heard the whole conversation, and how many just the part about "You did it"?

Oh well, such is life. This mornings questioning about it got me the response that Buster or Bandit (Stacey’s pets) must have done it. I guess I’ll never know. Well, gotta go put my nose to the grindstone (or ear to the idiots as the case may be…)

Oh yeah, wanted to add tomorrow’s the big day. We go back to the doctor’s. Hopefully the little guy will get that cast off. It’s gotta suck, being in a cast most of the summer : ( Oh, and we’re still awaiting the falling-out of the loose tooth.

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzz!

Mommy, Mommy, I Have A Loose Tooth…

May 23, 2008

Is what I heard coming up the stairs a few minutes ago. Yes, we officially have our first loose tooth!

Him: “Mommy, Mommy, I have a loose tooth!”
Me: “You do? Lemme see.”
Him: *opening mouth and placing forefinger on tooth to wiggle back and forth “Ight ere ooo ooo eee iiii?”
M
e: “Well, move your finger and let me look.”
Him: *moves finger* “Do you see it?
Me: “I can’t look when your talking…”
Him: “Oh” and opens mouth.

I gingerly placed my finger on the tooth he indicated and sure enough, it moves…I wonder what he did…

Me: “What’d you do to make that happen?”
Him: “I just opened my mouth and bit my tooth and bang it was loose”
Me: “Oh really..? You weren’t messing around?”
Him: “Nope, I was eating my cheese.”
Me: “Welp, it looks like you’re going to lose your first tooth.”
Him: *jumping up and down & wiggling with excitement “Wow, it’s my final first loose tooth!’ (he made a similar statement about his arm – “It’s my final first broken arm”)
Him: “Why is my tooth loose?”
Me: “Because your baby teeth will fall out and you’ll get grown up teeth.”
Him: “Do I hafta keep my mouth open so the Tooth Fairy can come get it?”
Me: ??? “No, it’ll fall out on it’s own, then we’ll put it up, and that night we’ll stick it under your pillow for the Tooth Fairy.”
Him: “Why can’t we just go to the dentist and have him pull it out?”
Me: “Nah, I don’t think we need a dentist, it’ll come out by itself.”
Him: “OK”

And off he went to watch some more Diego.

So, we are now awaiting the big moment – when it actually comes out. I’ve told him to leave it be, it’ll work itself out, but somehow I just don’t see that happening….

Gotta go to work!
See ya laterzzzzzzzz!