Through a strange twist of schedule, I found myself in the car, alone, heading to Houston for a total of 24 hours.
"Six hours alone in a car, with air conditioning and complete control over a CD player? That's like going to the spa!" comments my friend with a 3 year old and a newborn and envy in her eyes.
My dear friend Amy is about to have her own baby and it was time to shower her with gifts. So off I went to attend to the showering, compete with quiche! petit fours! and then some sort of cookie ball that's right up my alley with ground up nilla wafers and lime juice.
Before leaving town I needed to get N a new swimsuit (just one last errand!) The one from last year finally gave up the ghost when his leg popped through where it shouldn't. How hard should it be to find a swimsuit in Texas on the first day of August? Ha. she laughs.
Store #1: NO SUITS LEFT. only backpacks and long sleeve polo shirts.
Store #2: Only cheap cheap cheap movie spinoff grossness available.
Store #3. NOTHING. (but frantic looking back to school shoppers in abundance.)
Store #4: ONE suit left! his size! not heinous!
I'm off! Near about Brenheim, I've got the music blaring and I'm singing at the top of my lungs, nary a care, and my phone rings.
"Do we still have a copy of the kids' insurance cards at home?" says a voice that needs no caller id.
Sigh. This was exactly the type of call that you shouldn't take while driving.
So the kids were splashing on a waterslide at a friend's house and somehow Jbird got tangled up with some big kids going down. Thankfully, he landed on TOP of the heap, but it still B R O K E his collarbone. ouch!
He is mostly fine. Sore. Arm in a sling. It will take some time to heal.
At dinner tonight we noted that neither Smith nor I have ever broken a bone in our bodies (knock on internet wood) and yet BOTH of our children have each broken a bone already. I told them they must have the Uncle Tommy gene. And then I made them guess what part of my brother's body got hurt racing a bike. (you readers at home can play too.)
Bodily injury aside, it was a lovely trip. I was struck by the stillness of time. The quiet to complete my thoughts, (even if those thoughts were nothing greater than "Men In Black" or "Boston Legal.") It did me a world of good.
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Wednesday, December 03, 2008
A little from Column A, A little from Column B
A+) Nbear lost his two front teeth and just in time for Christmas! My, how many times have we heard that song? Not nearly enough! How often does that work out -- both front teeth AND Christmas?! It's like Jupiter & Venus aligning! (didn't ya'll see that?)
A-) When Nbear lost the first front tooth - it left the root bud behind. Firstly, I didn't realize just how absolutely positively squeamish I am about a loose tooth. I could barely look at him with it just dangling there. Then he lost the tooth, but the root was not quite ready so it left a "bloody stump" behind. Oh yeah. There were no night-time kisses for awhile. until it... just dissolved...
B+) Lisa came to visit for the grand spanking opening of Mr. Craig's latest adventure in well-tailored white pants! And I got to shake things up with Sinda and smack some things down with Dawn. No picture could capture the WHOMP! of that rolling pin crushing ice for drinks. It still scares me.
B-) I missed getting to go see the new Bond movie with Lisa (and the 18 other people who almost got kicked out the movie theatre because of those lovely white pants) as I was Blogging From Bed with the flu. Both Smith & I were kaput. The children however were fine. We woke up blearly and neither could summon the effort that it would take to get the children off to school and out of our hair. So they stayed home. Here's what I vaguely remember thinking that day:
- it's really really windy
- there sure are a lot of naked people selling stuff in dwell. it's a shelter magazine, does sex really sell everything?
- how much wind would it take to blow something off of the house
- spaced (the british TV series) is the best thing to watch while ill with the flu
- metal roofs are noisy
- i wish we could actually watch spaced but the children are around
- sesame sticks do not smell good on someone else's breath. ever.
thankfully the children, those self-sufficient marvels that they are, kept to themselves (for the most part, there was that run in with the sesame stick breath). They fed themselves and took every single multiple-pieced toy apart and played the heck out of it. missing (oh thank the heavens) was the flooding, the shampoo abuse, the toilet paper wasting and the rock writing on the car events of the last two months. There was one moment of silence though, it must have been 2 minutes long but Smith and I simultaneously popped our heads up listen. ??? and then back to playing it was. and to sleep. ah.
C+) Jbird wore this bucket on his head for an entire day. It fit him perfectly. I have no idea where it came from. On the other side, it read "Sol." N decided that J's face needed some extra flare with markers to finish the look. Who else looks this good with a bucket on their head?
C-) There is no minus to looking this cute with a bucket on your head.
D+) I got to see the babies! My beloved nieces and nephew are sofa king adorable. 7 lbers now too! How awesome is that?!
D-) I didn't actually get to touch the babies. I was over the flu, but was coming down with a cold. Drat! Uncle Tommy & Aunt Lynne were the best though - they loaded up and brought those little buggers over so we could at least peer at them through the back of the sneeze-guard back window. Did you know that 3 baby car seats can fit into the back of an extended cab Chevy pickup? Now you know. Jbird & Nbear got hoisted up into the bed of the truck to peer through at the sleeping wonders. J looks up with big eyes and proclaims: "WHOA! That's a lot of BABIES!" tail on the donkey that one.
E+) We sold our old house! Yeah! One less mortgage to pay. One less electric bill. One less everything! And new neighbors!
E-) They finally finished building the warehouse that backs up behind our fence at the new house. The parking lot lights are... how shall we say... flood-lighty?
F+) Thanksgiving!! One more year that I wasn't responsible for the bird. My dad, of course, as usual, was on the mark with the bird. I tried to help with the side dishes and the pie, but my mom is the master. I think I just got in the way. The best part of the Thanksgiving meal for me actually comes the next morning. I have pie for breakfast. And nobody tries to stop me!
My mom also sets a mean table.
I think my family is a tiny bit japanese.
F-) My dad gets jipped because his birthday is on Thanksgiving. So he bakes the bird and then has to blow out the candles (oh, and we didn't even have those) on the pumpkin pie. Sorry dad.
G+) I found Tina!
G-) I found her on Facebook.
A-) When Nbear lost the first front tooth - it left the root bud behind. Firstly, I didn't realize just how absolutely positively squeamish I am about a loose tooth. I could barely look at him with it just dangling there. Then he lost the tooth, but the root was not quite ready so it left a "bloody stump" behind. Oh yeah. There were no night-time kisses for awhile. until it... just dissolved...
B+) Lisa came to visit for the grand spanking opening of Mr. Craig's latest adventure in well-tailored white pants! And I got to shake things up with Sinda and smack some things down with Dawn. No picture could capture the WHOMP! of that rolling pin crushing ice for drinks. It still scares me.
B-) I missed getting to go see the new Bond movie with Lisa (and the 18 other people who almost got kicked out the movie theatre because of those lovely white pants) as I was Blogging From Bed with the flu. Both Smith & I were kaput. The children however were fine. We woke up blearly and neither could summon the effort that it would take to get the children off to school and out of our hair. So they stayed home. Here's what I vaguely remember thinking that day:
- it's really really windy
- there sure are a lot of naked people selling stuff in dwell. it's a shelter magazine, does sex really sell everything?
- how much wind would it take to blow something off of the house
- spaced (the british TV series) is the best thing to watch while ill with the flu
- metal roofs are noisy
- i wish we could actually watch spaced but the children are around
- sesame sticks do not smell good on someone else's breath. ever.
thankfully the children, those self-sufficient marvels that they are, kept to themselves (for the most part, there was that run in with the sesame stick breath). They fed themselves and took every single multiple-pieced toy apart and played the heck out of it. missing (oh thank the heavens) was the flooding, the shampoo abuse, the toilet paper wasting and the rock writing on the car events of the last two months. There was one moment of silence though, it must have been 2 minutes long but Smith and I simultaneously popped our heads up listen. ??? and then back to playing it was. and to sleep. ah.
C+) Jbird wore this bucket on his head for an entire day. It fit him perfectly. I have no idea where it came from. On the other side, it read "Sol." N decided that J's face needed some extra flare with markers to finish the look. Who else looks this good with a bucket on their head?
C-) There is no minus to looking this cute with a bucket on your head.
D+) I got to see the babies! My beloved nieces and nephew are sofa king adorable. 7 lbers now too! How awesome is that?!
D-) I didn't actually get to touch the babies. I was over the flu, but was coming down with a cold. Drat! Uncle Tommy & Aunt Lynne were the best though - they loaded up and brought those little buggers over so we could at least peer at them through the back of the sneeze-guard back window. Did you know that 3 baby car seats can fit into the back of an extended cab Chevy pickup? Now you know. Jbird & Nbear got hoisted up into the bed of the truck to peer through at the sleeping wonders. J looks up with big eyes and proclaims: "WHOA! That's a lot of BABIES!" tail on the donkey that one.
E+) We sold our old house! Yeah! One less mortgage to pay. One less electric bill. One less everything! And new neighbors!
E-) They finally finished building the warehouse that backs up behind our fence at the new house. The parking lot lights are... how shall we say... flood-lighty?
F+) Thanksgiving!! One more year that I wasn't responsible for the bird. My dad, of course, as usual, was on the mark with the bird. I tried to help with the side dishes and the pie, but my mom is the master. I think I just got in the way. The best part of the Thanksgiving meal for me actually comes the next morning. I have pie for breakfast. And nobody tries to stop me!
My mom also sets a mean table.
I think my family is a tiny bit japanese.
F-) My dad gets jipped because his birthday is on Thanksgiving. So he bakes the bird and then has to blow out the candles (oh, and we didn't even have those) on the pumpkin pie. Sorry dad.
G+) I found Tina!
G-) I found her on Facebook.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Deep Throat: The Conclusion of The Neck Files
You may remember my throat/neck thing? Bring yourselves up to date here.
Long story short, I'm a huge gray area. On one side are healthy people. On the other side are sick people. Then there's this huge gray area in between where seemingly healthy people have a sick person's symptoms; yet are not really "sick." (nor "healthy" if you are a glass half empty sort of girl.)
Here's what my doctor, "Mr. Nosey" (that long scary scope) and I have been up to this last month: Steroid treatment? no changes. Antibiotics? no changes. Allergies? no symptoms. Acid Reflux medication? no changes. A CT scan with a iodine contrast? no tumors (but several bruises from the attempted blood lettings and a mini IV.) A pre-visit to the hospital that took 3 blood techs to get a blood sample? (The first checked my right arm, then my left arm, then my right hand, then my left, then said "I'll be right back with John." Then she distracted me by asking about my pets while John poked around for his attempt. Then John disappears to get the next guy. The next guy taps a vein in my forearm, remarks "Wow, look how slow it's coming out" and "This one's gonna bruise.") A biopsy that required full anesthesia and six hours in the hospital with an IV attached by tape strong enough to bond the tiles to the space shuttle for takeoff? Thankfully not one sign of lymphoma.
Yes. A huge exhale of relief. I am blessed. I am lucky. I am... well. My body is just weird I guess.
Today at my follow-up visit with my doctor we talked at length about the gray area I'm in; thankfully Mr Nosey stayed in the drawer. He was also really surprised that I didn't end up taking the painkillers he prescribed for the the biopsy. I didn't even glance at the tylenol; honestly, I've had more painful throats with a cold. He remarked "I don't know what it is about women!"
*****And Now for Something Completely Different********
If I am a freak of nature with abnormally large lingual tonsils, don't we all wish I could whistle like this?
Long story short, I'm a huge gray area. On one side are healthy people. On the other side are sick people. Then there's this huge gray area in between where seemingly healthy people have a sick person's symptoms; yet are not really "sick." (nor "healthy" if you are a glass half empty sort of girl.)
Here's what my doctor, "Mr. Nosey" (that long scary scope) and I have been up to this last month: Steroid treatment? no changes. Antibiotics? no changes. Allergies? no symptoms. Acid Reflux medication? no changes. A CT scan with a iodine contrast? no tumors (but several bruises from the attempted blood lettings and a mini IV.) A pre-visit to the hospital that took 3 blood techs to get a blood sample? (The first checked my right arm, then my left arm, then my right hand, then my left, then said "I'll be right back with John." Then she distracted me by asking about my pets while John poked around for his attempt. Then John disappears to get the next guy. The next guy taps a vein in my forearm, remarks "Wow, look how slow it's coming out" and "This one's gonna bruise.") A biopsy that required full anesthesia and six hours in the hospital with an IV attached by tape strong enough to bond the tiles to the space shuttle for takeoff? Thankfully not one sign of lymphoma.
Yes. A huge exhale of relief. I am blessed. I am lucky. I am... well. My body is just weird I guess.
Today at my follow-up visit with my doctor we talked at length about the gray area I'm in; thankfully Mr Nosey stayed in the drawer. He was also really surprised that I didn't end up taking the painkillers he prescribed for the the biopsy. I didn't even glance at the tylenol; honestly, I've had more painful throats with a cold. He remarked "I don't know what it is about women!"
*****And Now for Something Completely Different********
If I am a freak of nature with abnormally large lingual tonsils, don't we all wish I could whistle like this?
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Guess Who is THREE?
and got a shiny new (albeit not red) wagon for his birthday?
(psst. it's the short one.)
Monday, May 05, 2008
In your eye
I have been dealing with an eye infection for the last two months. It is not the usual variety of itchiness, redness etc. It is really just a red bump on the inside of the lid. Sometimes it bugs me, sometimes it doesn't.
The eye doctor described it in great detail with a lot of names until it dawned on me what he was really saying: "you have a pimple in your eye." Given my acne-rich history I shouldn't have been surprised. His first remedy was to run lots of hot water on it and rub it. If that failed, he had a prescription for me.
So I've been on the running the hot water and gently massaging course for close to 3 weeks now. Guess what? Now I have two pimples in my eye. So I went to the pharmacy to fill the script. Guess what? $98 smackeroos.
I bet if I had eye pimples in Canada the eye drops wouldn't cost as much.
The eye doctor described it in great detail with a lot of names until it dawned on me what he was really saying: "you have a pimple in your eye." Given my acne-rich history I shouldn't have been surprised. His first remedy was to run lots of hot water on it and rub it. If that failed, he had a prescription for me.
So I've been on the running the hot water and gently massaging course for close to 3 weeks now. Guess what? Now I have two pimples in my eye. So I went to the pharmacy to fill the script. Guess what? $98 smackeroos.
I bet if I had eye pimples in Canada the eye drops wouldn't cost as much.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Today
I am just glad that the sheer exhaustion that I was feeling yesterday has abated. And that the thought of food doesn't disgust me. I guess it is what is going around.
YESTERDAY
Lisa and I made it official - we registered our company name at the tax office. "Krisalis" had its t-shirt launch last Saturday and we did pretty darn well - our sales exceeded my expectations. So that was cool.
Lisa & I also reminisced - as we were both feeling quite ill - remembering the last time we were both ill. It was a weekend away to Port Aransas - Lisa & I got riotously ill. At one point she crawled out of the bathroom to let someone know she was dying, just so they'd know. They promptly fell back asleep.
How long ago was? What was it that we ate? Was it those heavenly meatballs? I've always blamed the meatballs. Have we ever been so sick? And do we remember the house tour we went on together, where we admired one of the lovely bathrooms with it's cool cool cool tile floor, and remarked: "I could totally have food poisoning on this floor."
ah, good times.
YESTERDAY
Lisa and I made it official - we registered our company name at the tax office. "Krisalis" had its t-shirt launch last Saturday and we did pretty darn well - our sales exceeded my expectations. So that was cool.
Lisa & I also reminisced - as we were both feeling quite ill - remembering the last time we were both ill. It was a weekend away to Port Aransas - Lisa & I got riotously ill. At one point she crawled out of the bathroom to let someone know she was dying, just so they'd know. They promptly fell back asleep.
How long ago was? What was it that we ate? Was it those heavenly meatballs? I've always blamed the meatballs. Have we ever been so sick? And do we remember the house tour we went on together, where we admired one of the lovely bathrooms with it's cool cool cool tile floor, and remarked: "I could totally have food poisoning on this floor."
ah, good times.
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