Well, we survived the birthday! Even though we didn't do much yesterday because Bill had to work Aden said he did have a great day. The Strawberry cupcakes with chocolate icing turned out much better than I thought they would. For some reason I had it in my head that strawberries and chocolate wouldn't taste good together. Yeah I know, Not sure what I was thinking, I do know better than that. I remember that Bill and I used to eat alot of chocolate covered strawberries and......ah ...yeah..let's just move on.
So we had the cupcakes, opened a few small presents and played games. Today is the yearly checkup at the doctor, then off to the Macaroni -n-cheese pizza store. Its just a little buffet style pizza joint that has macaroni & cheese pizza, so as you can imagine, its a popular place. It is also Cheap! The Magic store is Cici's Pizza in case anyone cares. Its not the best pizza in the world, but it is barely passable and the kids love it.
We also need to make a library run, picking up and dropping off. I love the library!!!!! I love that you don't have to pay to watch movies, you just need a little patience. Bill likes that I am not spending a mini fortune on books. Although occasionally we do still have to buy one or two, because I really need them :)
Today should be fun and Bill is off tomorrow. The boys may get another present tomorrow, it depends on if the lady makes it to town or not. She is giving us a Big Wheel bike. I just love those! They have one now at Nana's house because her house is big enough they can ride it inside. But we just can't get away with only one of anything :)
One of the presents Aden got yesterday was the Zurg (the bad guy from Toy Story) So that is causing alot of fights. Aden got the big one, about 8 " tall and Evan got a little one about 4 " tall. Evan of course wants them both. It caused a huge 30 minute screaming fit at bedtime, then again at about 2:30 am Evan got up to go to the bathroom, which woke up Aden who had to mention that Zurg was on the floor. That of course reminded Evan that he wanted the big one. Which started the screaming again, which lasted until Bill put the key in the door. Bill missed the screaming fit, but didn't miss Aden trying to wake Evan up to see if he was sleeping. Aden said he just wanted to see if Evan was done throwing a fit.
I love it when Bill is gets off. Ah I'll rephrase that. I love it when Bill has the weekend off. (pretty fond of the other too).
The Cats are going to be very happy tomorrow. I think that we can let them outside now. I think we are done with snow and ice for now. Now I will just have to get Mama to let me give her the flea treatment.
Maybe I will just have Bill do it.
I guess I should get my butt off of here and get into gear. I have children to dress or rather re-dress Aden dressed himself and I am thinking that a pirate outfit isn't really appropriate for today's outing.
Ya'll have a lovely day.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Evan the Author
Back in the beginning of last October, Evan and I started working on a story. He was still taking naps, so instead of me reading to him, we started making up our own story. I have to admit, that even coming from a 3 year old, its a pretty good story.
So we have worked on it at least once a day. The good thing about having a three- year old tell you a story is that you really don't have to wait to get to the good parts. This little story, well it started out little, has turned into an epic fantasy adventure. It has all the classic fantasy elements. A hero of course, a dragon, animals that shape-shift and talk. An Evil king, Nosy mother/local witch that reluctantly helps the hero (guess who got to be the witch), the hero's brother/sidekick and the beautiful and mysterious woman. Oh and a beautiful princess who is always getting into trouble and needing rescued.
Tons of Adventure! I am actually pretty impressed. The only thing we don't have are pictures. Evan and I did sit down and draw out a map one day after I had the surgery. Alot of this story was done while Evan visited with me while I was still upstairs stuck in bed. We needed a map, this little world Evan had in mind was just way to big for us not to have a map.
Since Aden's birthday is Thursday, Evan and I were discussing what presents to wrap for him and I asked Evan what he wanted for his birthday. His answer really threw me for a loop. He said he wanted to hold his story. After some careful questioning, it seems that what he means is he wants his story to be a book, with pictures. Hmmmmmmm
I actually think that would be a really cool present. I remember when I was a kid I had an Aunt who got me a Snow White and the Seven Dwarf's book and my name was in the book. There was a company that would add your child's name to just about any story. They still have those companies but I wonder if they have a company that would print just one or two copies of a book..... We don't have any pictures and Evan was insistent on pictures. Bill draws really well and so does Papa, but could we get either of them to actually read the story and draw the pictures???? So its a challenge.
I know of several self-publishing companies, were you pay per book, but those tend to be very pricey and I am not sure if they are what we are looking for. But I will do some checking with them anyway. We could go the children's book publisher route, but I am not really sure if there is even a category for fantasy for the very young child.. I could ask our children's librarian, she knows everything :)
I sat down last night after the boys went to bed and started writing it down. It wasn't that hard since every time Evan and I told the story we always started at the beginning, covered all previous adventures and then added on. Its alot like Harry Potter for the 3 year old, without the magic wands. Actually there isn't alot of magic usage. Magic critters, but not alot of Abracadabra--poof stuff.
Although I could always have Bill draw us up some some pics and I could print everything off the computer. There is a book binder not to far from us. I am sure that would be alot more reasonable that having a printer do the book.
So I'll give it some more thought and work on getting it typed up. But it do think its a cool idea. Maybe I should post it on here as I get it typed up. I would have to copyright it first.
Well anyway I am off to get everyone busy. Cupcakes to make, presents to wrap, fights to break up, Laundry to do, coffee to drink and litter boxes to wash. I am sure I am missing some stuff, but it will get done.....eventually.
Shop Smart!
So we have worked on it at least once a day. The good thing about having a three- year old tell you a story is that you really don't have to wait to get to the good parts. This little story, well it started out little, has turned into an epic fantasy adventure. It has all the classic fantasy elements. A hero of course, a dragon, animals that shape-shift and talk. An Evil king, Nosy mother/local witch that reluctantly helps the hero (guess who got to be the witch), the hero's brother/sidekick and the beautiful and mysterious woman. Oh and a beautiful princess who is always getting into trouble and needing rescued.
Tons of Adventure! I am actually pretty impressed. The only thing we don't have are pictures. Evan and I did sit down and draw out a map one day after I had the surgery. Alot of this story was done while Evan visited with me while I was still upstairs stuck in bed. We needed a map, this little world Evan had in mind was just way to big for us not to have a map.
Since Aden's birthday is Thursday, Evan and I were discussing what presents to wrap for him and I asked Evan what he wanted for his birthday. His answer really threw me for a loop. He said he wanted to hold his story. After some careful questioning, it seems that what he means is he wants his story to be a book, with pictures. Hmmmmmmm
I actually think that would be a really cool present. I remember when I was a kid I had an Aunt who got me a Snow White and the Seven Dwarf's book and my name was in the book. There was a company that would add your child's name to just about any story. They still have those companies but I wonder if they have a company that would print just one or two copies of a book..... We don't have any pictures and Evan was insistent on pictures. Bill draws really well and so does Papa, but could we get either of them to actually read the story and draw the pictures???? So its a challenge.
I know of several self-publishing companies, were you pay per book, but those tend to be very pricey and I am not sure if they are what we are looking for. But I will do some checking with them anyway. We could go the children's book publisher route, but I am not really sure if there is even a category for fantasy for the very young child.. I could ask our children's librarian, she knows everything :)
I sat down last night after the boys went to bed and started writing it down. It wasn't that hard since every time Evan and I told the story we always started at the beginning, covered all previous adventures and then added on. Its alot like Harry Potter for the 3 year old, without the magic wands. Actually there isn't alot of magic usage. Magic critters, but not alot of Abracadabra--poof stuff.
Although I could always have Bill draw us up some some pics and I could print everything off the computer. There is a book binder not to far from us. I am sure that would be alot more reasonable that having a printer do the book.
So I'll give it some more thought and work on getting it typed up. But it do think its a cool idea. Maybe I should post it on here as I get it typed up. I would have to copyright it first.
Well anyway I am off to get everyone busy. Cupcakes to make, presents to wrap, fights to break up, Laundry to do, coffee to drink and litter boxes to wash. I am sure I am missing some stuff, but it will get done.....eventually.
Shop Smart!
Monday, March 7, 2011
One more Sugery update
I was reminded that it has been awhile since I have officially done an update on the surgery. I haven't done one since there isn't much to tell and I thought I had been doing little updates.
Whatever, I'll go on ahead and do one now.
So we are at week 8 after the surgery. I am feeling alot better, still have alot of soreness and I still get tired pretty easy but as far as pain goes its pretty much just the post surgery pain except that the pain in my upper right quadrant (abdomen) is still there.
Not as bad as before, but it definitely still there enough to get my attention a few times a day. But, we know its not my gallbladder, which is sitting in a lab somewhere being tested. Its not my appendix, which is who knows where and its not adhesion's, we think.
The doctor said he cleaned all of them out. The first surgery he got the top ones he could get to and with this last surgery he got the rest. He did put barriers in during the first surgery and those appeared to be working when he went in for the second surgery. So we have every reason to believe that they would work when he applied the second batch. The barriers are to slow down the growth of the scar tissue. Anyway, so it shouldn't be more adhesion's but there is no real way to know without going back in. The CT scan doesn't show anything and the Ultrasounds are clear too. Now I did have adhesions attached to my liver which is amazing high up for only having had surgeries in my lower abdomen and no one thought I could have them up there. But I did, so with me anything is possible. So what to do? I personally do not want to have any more surgeries of any kind, anytime soon. If it is adhesions, which I am suspecting it might be, then I will just have to suck it up. The barriers have a pretty high fail rate. So I knew going in that I only had maybe a 20% chance that the barriers would work at all and I knew that by having any kind of surgery, it would just cause more adhesions to grow, even if the barriers worked for a little while. But, I believed then and I still believe that for me, just getting the relief, even temporarily, was worth it. Besides he did more than just cut out the adhesions. I won't have any issues with endometriosis again and the veins that were all swollen and nasty and causing alot of pain on their own are completely gone. Everything has been put back where it goes. So all in all, even if the adhesions are growing back, I am sure that I can deal with this pain for at least a few years before it just becomes to much. Then we can go back in and clean them out. But I would like to wait at least 2 years.
So, we will go with the assumption that it could be adhesions and I'll have to just deal with it. But, it could also be the gastritis, which I was warned would come back. Could also be something that I am eating that is causing the pain, so we will continue to screw around with my diet till we figure it out. For the record, I do not believe that I have developed an intolerance to dairy products. I will not give up cheese. No one can make me. I will not do it! I love cheese. I would praise the name daily, if I knew it, of the first person to look at a cows udders and say, "I wonder what that stuff that comes out of there tastes like?". Also for the record, I do not believe I have celiacs disease, which is an allergy to wheat gluten.
It helps alot that I have a doctor who actually listens to me and no longer believes I am a complete idiot. He didn't believe me when I said I thought the original pain was adhesions but when he went in saw them, he did apologize. He doesn't guess, he tests which in my opinion is alot better. But we are about out of tests we can do. I don't want another CT scan, I just had one and I doubt it will show anything new. We'll just continue to remove things from my diet and then add them back slowly till we figure out if it is something I am eating. Maybe I have just stopped processing some foods like I should, who knows. I am pretty convinced that the original barriers have failed or perhaps the scar tissue attached to someplace he missed, I don't know. I do know that it isn't that bad and I am sure I will survive. But on the bright side, I should not ever have to sliced open again like I was. He should be able to get to everything laproscopically from now on. Now that he can see and everything is where it should be. Sometimes the barriers provide a permanent fix. The scar tissue never grows back. That would be frickin' awesome, but I won't hold my breath.
I only miss my uterus a little bit. I keep waiting for cramps or something and nothing. Its really weird. I still get PMS, I still get all weepy and then eat like a bear getting ready for hibernation, but none of the psycho,demonic, everyone in the house is pissing me off, episodes. Haven't flipped out on anyone yet, well no flip outs that were hormonally inspired.
The infections have all cleared up, well the ones that I got post-surgery, I am not sure about what I might end up with after this round of the flu finishes up here. So all in all doing pretty good.
All of the stitches are out or dissolved, well the ones that are not permanent, those are still where they should be. Doesn't look like I will be healed up enough to use the auger by the time Bill starts building the fence, but you never know. He can't start the fence till the roof is done and the house next door is torn down. So the weather is working in my favor! I really want to use the great big two person auger!!!!! Really really bad! Great big huge power tools are cool. Although knowing Bill, he will come up with a reason why I can play with it. He doesn't let me use the tools we do have and he does have some cool tools.
I can't think of much else to add. I haven't lost any more weight, which is good because most of my clothes don't even come close to fitting now, except for my Lucky jeans. They fit again!!!!!!!! Yeah me! I haven't been able to get those on and actually zipped for about 9 years. But I can now :) although with all of the shrinking I have been doing I will have to wear heels with them because they are way long me now, they didn't use to be. So I have proof that I used to be taller! Although I do kinda like having to look up a Bill, that's kinda cool. Oops better stop that train of thought now lol. Anyway, I guess that the overall consensus is that I'll live :)
So unless something new comes up, which I doubt it will, this will be the last update on this last surgery:)
Whatever, I'll go on ahead and do one now.
So we are at week 8 after the surgery. I am feeling alot better, still have alot of soreness and I still get tired pretty easy but as far as pain goes its pretty much just the post surgery pain except that the pain in my upper right quadrant (abdomen) is still there.
Not as bad as before, but it definitely still there enough to get my attention a few times a day. But, we know its not my gallbladder, which is sitting in a lab somewhere being tested. Its not my appendix, which is who knows where and its not adhesion's, we think.
The doctor said he cleaned all of them out. The first surgery he got the top ones he could get to and with this last surgery he got the rest. He did put barriers in during the first surgery and those appeared to be working when he went in for the second surgery. So we have every reason to believe that they would work when he applied the second batch. The barriers are to slow down the growth of the scar tissue. Anyway, so it shouldn't be more adhesion's but there is no real way to know without going back in. The CT scan doesn't show anything and the Ultrasounds are clear too. Now I did have adhesions attached to my liver which is amazing high up for only having had surgeries in my lower abdomen and no one thought I could have them up there. But I did, so with me anything is possible. So what to do? I personally do not want to have any more surgeries of any kind, anytime soon. If it is adhesions, which I am suspecting it might be, then I will just have to suck it up. The barriers have a pretty high fail rate. So I knew going in that I only had maybe a 20% chance that the barriers would work at all and I knew that by having any kind of surgery, it would just cause more adhesions to grow, even if the barriers worked for a little while. But, I believed then and I still believe that for me, just getting the relief, even temporarily, was worth it. Besides he did more than just cut out the adhesions. I won't have any issues with endometriosis again and the veins that were all swollen and nasty and causing alot of pain on their own are completely gone. Everything has been put back where it goes. So all in all, even if the adhesions are growing back, I am sure that I can deal with this pain for at least a few years before it just becomes to much. Then we can go back in and clean them out. But I would like to wait at least 2 years.
So, we will go with the assumption that it could be adhesions and I'll have to just deal with it. But, it could also be the gastritis, which I was warned would come back. Could also be something that I am eating that is causing the pain, so we will continue to screw around with my diet till we figure it out. For the record, I do not believe that I have developed an intolerance to dairy products. I will not give up cheese. No one can make me. I will not do it! I love cheese. I would praise the name daily, if I knew it, of the first person to look at a cows udders and say, "I wonder what that stuff that comes out of there tastes like?". Also for the record, I do not believe I have celiacs disease, which is an allergy to wheat gluten.
It helps alot that I have a doctor who actually listens to me and no longer believes I am a complete idiot. He didn't believe me when I said I thought the original pain was adhesions but when he went in saw them, he did apologize. He doesn't guess, he tests which in my opinion is alot better. But we are about out of tests we can do. I don't want another CT scan, I just had one and I doubt it will show anything new. We'll just continue to remove things from my diet and then add them back slowly till we figure out if it is something I am eating. Maybe I have just stopped processing some foods like I should, who knows. I am pretty convinced that the original barriers have failed or perhaps the scar tissue attached to someplace he missed, I don't know. I do know that it isn't that bad and I am sure I will survive. But on the bright side, I should not ever have to sliced open again like I was. He should be able to get to everything laproscopically from now on. Now that he can see and everything is where it should be. Sometimes the barriers provide a permanent fix. The scar tissue never grows back. That would be frickin' awesome, but I won't hold my breath.
I only miss my uterus a little bit. I keep waiting for cramps or something and nothing. Its really weird. I still get PMS, I still get all weepy and then eat like a bear getting ready for hibernation, but none of the psycho,demonic, everyone in the house is pissing me off, episodes. Haven't flipped out on anyone yet, well no flip outs that were hormonally inspired.
The infections have all cleared up, well the ones that I got post-surgery, I am not sure about what I might end up with after this round of the flu finishes up here. So all in all doing pretty good.
All of the stitches are out or dissolved, well the ones that are not permanent, those are still where they should be. Doesn't look like I will be healed up enough to use the auger by the time Bill starts building the fence, but you never know. He can't start the fence till the roof is done and the house next door is torn down. So the weather is working in my favor! I really want to use the great big two person auger!!!!! Really really bad! Great big huge power tools are cool. Although knowing Bill, he will come up with a reason why I can play with it. He doesn't let me use the tools we do have and he does have some cool tools.
I can't think of much else to add. I haven't lost any more weight, which is good because most of my clothes don't even come close to fitting now, except for my Lucky jeans. They fit again!!!!!!!! Yeah me! I haven't been able to get those on and actually zipped for about 9 years. But I can now :) although with all of the shrinking I have been doing I will have to wear heels with them because they are way long me now, they didn't use to be. So I have proof that I used to be taller! Although I do kinda like having to look up a Bill, that's kinda cool. Oops better stop that train of thought now lol. Anyway, I guess that the overall consensus is that I'll live :)
So unless something new comes up, which I doubt it will, this will be the last update on this last surgery:)
Sunday, March 6, 2011
I Missed Something
I went around all day yesterday thinking it was Sunday, only to wake up this morning and realize that today is Sunday. Fuckitall. I am sure you noticed the profanity has returned. I figured out how to change the settings on here to only allow people over 18 years of age to read it. I really don't think that is much of a security setting but it is what they have. I only did that because I have a niece that apparently lives on the Internet and I don't really want her to stumble across this little corner of the multi verse. So that is the reason I edited out alot of my more colorful language for awhile. But now if anyone under 18 tries to read the blog they will get a 'warning' that will state that only persons over the age of 18 can read this blog, oh and they will have to click a button that says that they are verifying they are are over 18 to get to this blog. I tell you what, I just feel so safe now. What a load of crap. Now I can't say for sure what I would have done, since there wasn't an Internet when I was a kid, but knowing me, I am pretty sure I would have just clicked the "yes I am old enough" button and gone on ahead. So that is my tiny little rant for the morning. Now for my slightly bigger one.
So by the time the boys hit the bed last night they were both acting like they felt pretty good. No fevers, they were running around all crazy and fighting like well, they were fighting like they normally do. No issues last night, a pretty lovely little coughing spell about 10:30pm and Aden moved into my bed about 11pm. So no big deal really Bill put him back in his bed when he got home. This morning however, is a whole other ballgame.
Both boys got up all happy and smiley. Evan even used the bathroom without having to be reminded, oh and he stayed dry all night:) But about half way through breakfast, Evan started coughing and wanted to be held and Aden decided he wasn't hungry and he wanted to lay down. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! AH Damn it. So, I took the food away and checked them. I swear I checked them no less than 20 minutes before to see if they had fevers and nothing, they weren't in the slightest bit hot.
But for some reason the 2nd time I checked they were both frying. So I actually used the thermometer, because even though they feel like the fever is over 100 degrees, I can't really tell for sure. I can only tell fever or not with my hand. Evan is sitting at 102.3 and Aden at 101.6. Yippee fuckin Skippy. I am also out of Truvia so I am forced to drink my coffee with real sugar which I am not supposed to do, so I am sure that will bit me in ass later. But I refuse to use that splenda stuff Fran brought over. Anyway, I am still deciding whether or not I will let them ride out the fever as long as they are fairly comfortable or if I should make a preemptive move and dose them up....It doesn't seem like it is something I need to make an immediate decision on since they are feeling good enough to argue over something they saw on TV.
Moving right along. I posted before that I was feeling a little guilty about not talking about world issues and that I probably won't unless I just really feel the need. Because this blog is my therapy. I am pretty sure I have mentioned that before.... Anyway I got an email from someone who read the blog saying that they think I should talk more about world issues and politics. I am really thrilled to get an email or any comments from this but, let's all just keep in mind the purpose of this particular blog. It's just about crap I feel like rambling on about. Stuff that I don't feel I should bother my few friends with and weird crap that I don't wish to freak out family with, we probably need some clarification on the family bit. For the most part, Bill's family likes me, yes that right folks, they freakin' like me! I would like to keep it that way. My few friends are well aware of how strange I am, so I don't wish to make it any worse than it already is. My few family members, well they will just have to deal, I am thinking the oddness is a biological trait, so there isn't much I can do.
So I started this blog so I could vent and rattle on without disturbing people I know. I can't really do the traditional journal thing because if I whip out a pen and some paper the boys go crazy and think I am making up menus or a shopping list. So that just doesn't work. Besides I have mad typing skills :) Anyone else remember typing classes? Do they still have those? Or did they do away with those because kids are now using the computer by the time they are 3 and just naturally can type. I didn't say they can spell, because that appears to be a skill that is no longer taught. I have some major issues with texting. I just don't get it. You have the flippin' phone right there in your hand....dial! Or if you are someplace you shouldn't be using the phone, perhaps you should just wait. Remember way back in the day when you had to wait till you got home to call someone??? My God how did we live??? And these text messages they send...... why can't they just spell the word or use abbreviations people can understand!!!!
Wait sorry I got off track.. See that is another reason I have the blog, I tend to vear off into other directions without any notice. This is safer for everyone concerned. :)
I just don't tend to voice my political opinions to people other than Bill, most of the time. But rest assured that when the mood strikes me, I will talk about it on here.
This is my 10 minutes in the morning that I can use to get out as much of the sarcasm and shitty attitude as possible, so I don't go around all day and inflict it on innocent bystanders. Okay so the only other people I see ever day are Bill & the boys, so I guess the truth of the matter is I need to get the sarcasm out before I use it on the boys and then they use it back on me. Which while I find it strangely amusing, it also pisses me off. But I can't get to mad at them, they are learning it from me. That could be a good thing or a bad thing.
I also get requests wanting to know what is going on with Sam & Mama. Not sure why that is. Unless it is just that people find it funny to hear that a Pitt Bull got her ass kicked by an old, Fat Cat. Okay that is pretty funny. But what you need to keep in mind is that Mama cat is about 18 years old and was feral when she decide to stay with us. She was also about 8 years old at that time. That is already old for a feral cat. She didn't live that long by being all cuddly and sweet. We have seen her jump a fence and attack a full size Boxer. For no reason other than the poor dog decided to walk to the front of his yard. She was very fast and the poor thing didn't even get a chance to touch her before she jumped back over the fence and proceeded to lick her butt like nothing happened. The boxer was left with several good size gashes on his nose and ears. Back to Sam, she is going to turn 2 years old in about 3 months. She has been babied since she was rescued. She may be alot bigger than Mama but she isn't quite as smart. She doesn't stand a chance if/when Mama decides that she isn't in the mood to be sniffed, even though Mama is ancient and fat, she is still pretty quick. She only likes to get up to eat and use the litter box. Other than that, she wants to be left alone. Sam is not a vicious dog. She is really gentle and curious and perfect for the boys. She plays well with some dogs, some she doesn't. Cats fascinate her. She tries to play with Gracie and Monkey but they are terrified of her. If they would stand their ground and not run, just once, everyone could be happy.
Man I really went off track there lol. Anyway, this blog is once again all about me and me not bothering people with my petty little issues, of which there are many.
I have a few weeks left of recovery time and I am sure in that time I will watch more tv than is good for me and that I will see something that irritates me. More than likely it will be political or religious in nature. I promise only to blog about crap that I find stupid and irritating. So there you go. Most of the time, though, its going to be alot like today's blog. Lots of crap only I care about :)
That being said, I have made a discover that I want to share.
I have come to the conclusion that Skinny Jeans do not make you look skinny. You have to be skinny to wear them. Now you know.
I am still irritated that it is only Sunday. I think I will concentrate on getting the laundry done. If the boys are still running fevers, its pretty pointless trying to disinfect the house.
I will leave you with a favorite quote.....From Army of Darkness
Ash: Yeah!
[after shooting King Arthur's sword in half]
Ash: Alright you Primitive Screwheads, listen up! You see this? This... is my boomstick! The twelve-gauge double-barreled Remington. S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Retails for about a hundred and nine, ninety five. It's got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger. That's right. Shop smart. Shop S-Mart. You got that?
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106308/quotes?qt0390806
So by the time the boys hit the bed last night they were both acting like they felt pretty good. No fevers, they were running around all crazy and fighting like well, they were fighting like they normally do. No issues last night, a pretty lovely little coughing spell about 10:30pm and Aden moved into my bed about 11pm. So no big deal really Bill put him back in his bed when he got home. This morning however, is a whole other ballgame.
Both boys got up all happy and smiley. Evan even used the bathroom without having to be reminded, oh and he stayed dry all night:) But about half way through breakfast, Evan started coughing and wanted to be held and Aden decided he wasn't hungry and he wanted to lay down. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! AH Damn it. So, I took the food away and checked them. I swear I checked them no less than 20 minutes before to see if they had fevers and nothing, they weren't in the slightest bit hot.
But for some reason the 2nd time I checked they were both frying. So I actually used the thermometer, because even though they feel like the fever is over 100 degrees, I can't really tell for sure. I can only tell fever or not with my hand. Evan is sitting at 102.3 and Aden at 101.6. Yippee fuckin Skippy. I am also out of Truvia so I am forced to drink my coffee with real sugar which I am not supposed to do, so I am sure that will bit me in ass later. But I refuse to use that splenda stuff Fran brought over. Anyway, I am still deciding whether or not I will let them ride out the fever as long as they are fairly comfortable or if I should make a preemptive move and dose them up....It doesn't seem like it is something I need to make an immediate decision on since they are feeling good enough to argue over something they saw on TV.
Moving right along. I posted before that I was feeling a little guilty about not talking about world issues and that I probably won't unless I just really feel the need. Because this blog is my therapy. I am pretty sure I have mentioned that before.... Anyway I got an email from someone who read the blog saying that they think I should talk more about world issues and politics. I am really thrilled to get an email or any comments from this but, let's all just keep in mind the purpose of this particular blog. It's just about crap I feel like rambling on about. Stuff that I don't feel I should bother my few friends with and weird crap that I don't wish to freak out family with, we probably need some clarification on the family bit. For the most part, Bill's family likes me, yes that right folks, they freakin' like me! I would like to keep it that way. My few friends are well aware of how strange I am, so I don't wish to make it any worse than it already is. My few family members, well they will just have to deal, I am thinking the oddness is a biological trait, so there isn't much I can do.
So I started this blog so I could vent and rattle on without disturbing people I know. I can't really do the traditional journal thing because if I whip out a pen and some paper the boys go crazy and think I am making up menus or a shopping list. So that just doesn't work. Besides I have mad typing skills :) Anyone else remember typing classes? Do they still have those? Or did they do away with those because kids are now using the computer by the time they are 3 and just naturally can type. I didn't say they can spell, because that appears to be a skill that is no longer taught. I have some major issues with texting. I just don't get it. You have the flippin' phone right there in your hand....dial! Or if you are someplace you shouldn't be using the phone, perhaps you should just wait. Remember way back in the day when you had to wait till you got home to call someone??? My God how did we live??? And these text messages they send...... why can't they just spell the word or use abbreviations people can understand!!!!
Wait sorry I got off track.. See that is another reason I have the blog, I tend to vear off into other directions without any notice. This is safer for everyone concerned. :)
I just don't tend to voice my political opinions to people other than Bill, most of the time. But rest assured that when the mood strikes me, I will talk about it on here.
This is my 10 minutes in the morning that I can use to get out as much of the sarcasm and shitty attitude as possible, so I don't go around all day and inflict it on innocent bystanders. Okay so the only other people I see ever day are Bill & the boys, so I guess the truth of the matter is I need to get the sarcasm out before I use it on the boys and then they use it back on me. Which while I find it strangely amusing, it also pisses me off. But I can't get to mad at them, they are learning it from me. That could be a good thing or a bad thing.
I also get requests wanting to know what is going on with Sam & Mama. Not sure why that is. Unless it is just that people find it funny to hear that a Pitt Bull got her ass kicked by an old, Fat Cat. Okay that is pretty funny. But what you need to keep in mind is that Mama cat is about 18 years old and was feral when she decide to stay with us. She was also about 8 years old at that time. That is already old for a feral cat. She didn't live that long by being all cuddly and sweet. We have seen her jump a fence and attack a full size Boxer. For no reason other than the poor dog decided to walk to the front of his yard. She was very fast and the poor thing didn't even get a chance to touch her before she jumped back over the fence and proceeded to lick her butt like nothing happened. The boxer was left with several good size gashes on his nose and ears. Back to Sam, she is going to turn 2 years old in about 3 months. She has been babied since she was rescued. She may be alot bigger than Mama but she isn't quite as smart. She doesn't stand a chance if/when Mama decides that she isn't in the mood to be sniffed, even though Mama is ancient and fat, she is still pretty quick. She only likes to get up to eat and use the litter box. Other than that, she wants to be left alone. Sam is not a vicious dog. She is really gentle and curious and perfect for the boys. She plays well with some dogs, some she doesn't. Cats fascinate her. She tries to play with Gracie and Monkey but they are terrified of her. If they would stand their ground and not run, just once, everyone could be happy.
Man I really went off track there lol. Anyway, this blog is once again all about me and me not bothering people with my petty little issues, of which there are many.
I have a few weeks left of recovery time and I am sure in that time I will watch more tv than is good for me and that I will see something that irritates me. More than likely it will be political or religious in nature. I promise only to blog about crap that I find stupid and irritating. So there you go. Most of the time, though, its going to be alot like today's blog. Lots of crap only I care about :)
That being said, I have made a discover that I want to share.
I have come to the conclusion that Skinny Jeans do not make you look skinny. You have to be skinny to wear them. Now you know.
I am still irritated that it is only Sunday. I think I will concentrate on getting the laundry done. If the boys are still running fevers, its pretty pointless trying to disinfect the house.
I will leave you with a favorite quote.....From Army of Darkness
Ash: Yeah!
[after shooting King Arthur's sword in half]
Ash: Alright you Primitive Screwheads, listen up! You see this? This... is my boomstick! The twelve-gauge double-barreled Remington. S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Retails for about a hundred and nine, ninety five. It's got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger. That's right. Shop smart. Shop S-Mart. You got that?
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106308/quotes?qt0390806
Saturday, March 5, 2011
They Are Alive!
After spending the last 4 days up to my neck in scorching fevers and bodily fluids, it appears that everyone will live.
My first indication that everyone will survive, occurred this morning, when I was awoken to sing-song voices demanding breakfast. I said sing-song, to make it sound considerably more pleasant than it actually was. It was pretty much high-pitched shrieking ,that brings to mind a cat being run over and a few hoarse demands to be feed immediately or suffer the wrath of the pre-schoolers.
My indication that Bill was feeling alot better occurred about 2 am, but until I figure out how to change the settings on this blog so that anyone under 18 can't read it, I think I should skip the details. You will just have to take my word for it. He did make it to work this morning. Moving right along. After the many demands for food, the natives immediately erupted into fighting. So all is well. I think.
The little maniacs are still running a low-grade fever, but I think that they will be fine to go to school Tuesday.
I'll try and keep them calm (roflmao) I said try, probably won't ,but I will try.
Update on my big afghan.
So all of the pieces are done. This is one huge afghan. Next time I will use a pattern I think. This thing is a little bigger than a queen size blanket. So last night when I finished the last piece, I tried to sew the pieces together. Not going to work as the pieces are now. Everyone I asked just said, do the pieces then sew them together. Okay i tried that. Not working. It looked like crap. Using this loom, one end the stitches are lot more loose, so when I tried to sew them together I get a gap. So, I think I have to finish the edges of the pieces first then try and sew them together. I am starting to get a big frustrated with it, I keep thinking maybe I should just whip out the sewing machine and call it a day :).
I still can't decide what I should knit next. I think I will go with the next hardest thing or at least it looks hard to me, fingerless gloves :)
I keep thinking that I should actually use this blog to talk about pressing world issues. But then I remember that if I did that I would be making the blog about something other than me and my petty little issues. I like it to be all about me :)
So let's get back to me.
The recovery from the surgery is starting to drag out a little too much for me. I am ready to not be sore. I know its only been 8 weeks but enough already. According to doctor I have 4-6 more weeks before I should be completely healed and relatively pain free. Apparently he wasn't joking about the recovery time. It just sucks. But on the bright side, the swelling has finally gone down enough that I am back in my jeans :) on the down side, I will need to get out the sewing machine and start taking things in. Since I haven't been able to wear jeans since October, I didn't really notice the weight loss except in my bras. Which is disappointing. I bought 6 new bras online that fit perfectly, last August. Now the bands are too big. But I am not going to go out and spend more money until I know for sure what size I am going to end up being. I am not complaining! Jeans and bras are easy to take in. This diet thing is getting old too. I am officially sick of spinach, mushrooms and cauliflower. Which is pretty much all we are sure I can eat without issues. I am sure that it didn't help that I ended up breaking the rules and drinking all of that cranberry juice when I got the infections. So all of the work getting rid of the gastritis was blown with the first glass of that. As far as the other food issues, we still have no idea what else could be causing it. I have completely cut out all meat except for chicken and that I am only able to tolerate an itsty bitsy teeny tiny bit at a time. I am pretty sure at the next visit he will tell me no meat at all. That really sucks. I love meat. He also decided that dairy may be a problem so I am only getting limited amounts of that and that really sucks too. Also sucking, no garlic, nothing spicy, no onions, no hard cheese, NO CHOCOLATE. The man hates me. What the hell am I supposed to eat?? I put garlic in everything, really everything.
The new hairstyle thing I wanted to do has run into a few snags. The cut I have on my hair works just fine, but my hair is way to curly to do the style without a pound of gel. The color that Bill wanted is the one I did. Everyone else voted for the more brown,red, golden color. He like the darker red. So darker red we did. I really wasn't to concerned about what color I have as long as the silver was all covered. I am talking silver, not gray, not white, Silver. Very shiny, reflective, can see it 2 blocks away, silver. I wouldn't be to concerned about it, if it looked like highlights or something, but they way they are growing in it just looks like I let the boys color my hair. Besides here all of the mothers with kids the same age as my boys are still in their teens and it makes me feel ancient. Most of the women in town, my age are grandmothers. Scary.
Back to the hair. So I guess I have two choices I can use a curling iron and alot of gel or I can use hot rollers and alot of gel. Either way I am going to need alot of product. So as you can imagine with me, that isn't going to happen often. At the moment and most of the time, I am embracing my Annie hair. Red, poufy and pretty round in shape. Whatever, no one really sees me anyway except Bill & the boys.
On to other matters.
So our first Real anniversary is coming up in a couple of weeks. Even though we have been together almost 12 years, we've only been married a year. Yeah I know and it was all me, I have discussed the commitment issue thing before. Anyway, he had wanted to do something the weekend of the anniversary like dinner or something, but he now has to go out of town that weekend for work. Lovely. Its not a big deal really, we can always do something the next weekend, but the following weekend is his birthday. So who knows. I am only a little disappointed.
I did hear from a friend the other day who is back from deployment, that made my day. I am so glad is his home safe. I just can't imagine how his wife does it.
Well the natives are getting restless so I should go and entertain them.
Since they are still running fevers I can probably wait till tomorrow for the massive disinfecting. I think I will need several gallons of bleach :)
My first indication that everyone will survive, occurred this morning, when I was awoken to sing-song voices demanding breakfast. I said sing-song, to make it sound considerably more pleasant than it actually was. It was pretty much high-pitched shrieking ,that brings to mind a cat being run over and a few hoarse demands to be feed immediately or suffer the wrath of the pre-schoolers.
My indication that Bill was feeling alot better occurred about 2 am, but until I figure out how to change the settings on this blog so that anyone under 18 can't read it, I think I should skip the details. You will just have to take my word for it. He did make it to work this morning. Moving right along. After the many demands for food, the natives immediately erupted into fighting. So all is well. I think.
The little maniacs are still running a low-grade fever, but I think that they will be fine to go to school Tuesday.
I'll try and keep them calm (roflmao) I said try, probably won't ,but I will try.
Update on my big afghan.
So all of the pieces are done. This is one huge afghan. Next time I will use a pattern I think. This thing is a little bigger than a queen size blanket. So last night when I finished the last piece, I tried to sew the pieces together. Not going to work as the pieces are now. Everyone I asked just said, do the pieces then sew them together. Okay i tried that. Not working. It looked like crap. Using this loom, one end the stitches are lot more loose, so when I tried to sew them together I get a gap. So, I think I have to finish the edges of the pieces first then try and sew them together. I am starting to get a big frustrated with it, I keep thinking maybe I should just whip out the sewing machine and call it a day :).
I still can't decide what I should knit next. I think I will go with the next hardest thing or at least it looks hard to me, fingerless gloves :)
I keep thinking that I should actually use this blog to talk about pressing world issues. But then I remember that if I did that I would be making the blog about something other than me and my petty little issues. I like it to be all about me :)
So let's get back to me.
The recovery from the surgery is starting to drag out a little too much for me. I am ready to not be sore. I know its only been 8 weeks but enough already. According to doctor I have 4-6 more weeks before I should be completely healed and relatively pain free. Apparently he wasn't joking about the recovery time. It just sucks. But on the bright side, the swelling has finally gone down enough that I am back in my jeans :) on the down side, I will need to get out the sewing machine and start taking things in. Since I haven't been able to wear jeans since October, I didn't really notice the weight loss except in my bras. Which is disappointing. I bought 6 new bras online that fit perfectly, last August. Now the bands are too big. But I am not going to go out and spend more money until I know for sure what size I am going to end up being. I am not complaining! Jeans and bras are easy to take in. This diet thing is getting old too. I am officially sick of spinach, mushrooms and cauliflower. Which is pretty much all we are sure I can eat without issues. I am sure that it didn't help that I ended up breaking the rules and drinking all of that cranberry juice when I got the infections. So all of the work getting rid of the gastritis was blown with the first glass of that. As far as the other food issues, we still have no idea what else could be causing it. I have completely cut out all meat except for chicken and that I am only able to tolerate an itsty bitsy teeny tiny bit at a time. I am pretty sure at the next visit he will tell me no meat at all. That really sucks. I love meat. He also decided that dairy may be a problem so I am only getting limited amounts of that and that really sucks too. Also sucking, no garlic, nothing spicy, no onions, no hard cheese, NO CHOCOLATE. The man hates me. What the hell am I supposed to eat?? I put garlic in everything, really everything.
The new hairstyle thing I wanted to do has run into a few snags. The cut I have on my hair works just fine, but my hair is way to curly to do the style without a pound of gel. The color that Bill wanted is the one I did. Everyone else voted for the more brown,red, golden color. He like the darker red. So darker red we did. I really wasn't to concerned about what color I have as long as the silver was all covered. I am talking silver, not gray, not white, Silver. Very shiny, reflective, can see it 2 blocks away, silver. I wouldn't be to concerned about it, if it looked like highlights or something, but they way they are growing in it just looks like I let the boys color my hair. Besides here all of the mothers with kids the same age as my boys are still in their teens and it makes me feel ancient. Most of the women in town, my age are grandmothers. Scary.
Back to the hair. So I guess I have two choices I can use a curling iron and alot of gel or I can use hot rollers and alot of gel. Either way I am going to need alot of product. So as you can imagine with me, that isn't going to happen often. At the moment and most of the time, I am embracing my Annie hair. Red, poufy and pretty round in shape. Whatever, no one really sees me anyway except Bill & the boys.
On to other matters.
So our first Real anniversary is coming up in a couple of weeks. Even though we have been together almost 12 years, we've only been married a year. Yeah I know and it was all me, I have discussed the commitment issue thing before. Anyway, he had wanted to do something the weekend of the anniversary like dinner or something, but he now has to go out of town that weekend for work. Lovely. Its not a big deal really, we can always do something the next weekend, but the following weekend is his birthday. So who knows. I am only a little disappointed.
I did hear from a friend the other day who is back from deployment, that made my day. I am so glad is his home safe. I just can't imagine how his wife does it.
Well the natives are getting restless so I should go and entertain them.
Since they are still running fevers I can probably wait till tomorrow for the massive disinfecting. I think I will need several gallons of bleach :)
Friday, March 4, 2011
Puke & Snot Galore
I am currently wading through and ocean of snot & vomit and some other things you probably don't care to hear about. So Bill is till sick, he actually went to work Wednesday but they sent his germy ass home. It appears that this little version of the flu is making its rounds at his warehouse and they want nothing to do with it.
This of course happening as they have to start working with a new account and now everyone is out with the flu. Because I live in a household of overachievers, we don't just have the regular 'ol flu no we have super sized our allotment and gone with the ordinary/H1N1 Super combo. Because that is just how we roll.
I have always wanted to say that but have never had the opportunity. I won't ever say or write it again, it looks as retarded as I thought it would.
Moving on.
So Bill has had this crap since Monday night. I started feeling a bit pukey Tuesday morning. It hit Evan next Wednesday right after school and Aden came down with it completely yesterday. .
Did I mention that everyone in this house is an overachiever? Bill, as far as I know, isn't puking, but he still has that kidney stone so he gets extra points. Evan is puking. I can't figure out why it is that I am not catching on to this but it happens ever single time he gets sick. Evan will come up to me and say " I want to hold you". His little way of saying he wants a hug. How can I say no? So I usually kneel down to hug him and whamo! Puke everywhere, mostly all over me. This is not a once in a while thing. I fall for it every time! 6 times yesterday. You would think I would be smarter than that. But no. 6 times he said he wanted a hug and 6 times he puked all over me.
Aden seems to be a little better about it. He mostly has been sleeping or watching movies. But they are both running fevers that are consistently up around 102-103 range. Getting Evan to take medicine is like trying to get Bill to take it. But with Bill if I sit on him and shove it down his throat its not abuse. Or is it???? With Evan I end up trying to hide it in juice but he usually catches on.
Aden got me really good yesterday. Said his mouth hurt and I should look at it. So I went and looked at it. Projectile vomit right in my face. Ah, the rewards of motherhood.
Aden seems a little better today. Evan is still asleep upstairs and Bill is still out on the couch. At least Bill is off today so hopefully he'll be feeling better by tomorrow.
I did have something great happen yesterday. I have a friend who was deployed, called to let me know he is now home! That made my day. I was so happy to hear that he is home safe and with his family!. Now I don't have to worry so much :)
Anyway, it was nice while it lasted but the vomit machine is awake so I am sure I have to get off of here so I can wait on them.
So I will go put on my hip waders and hope for the best :)
This of course happening as they have to start working with a new account and now everyone is out with the flu. Because I live in a household of overachievers, we don't just have the regular 'ol flu no we have super sized our allotment and gone with the ordinary/H1N1 Super combo. Because that is just how we roll.
I have always wanted to say that but have never had the opportunity. I won't ever say or write it again, it looks as retarded as I thought it would.
Moving on.
So Bill has had this crap since Monday night. I started feeling a bit pukey Tuesday morning. It hit Evan next Wednesday right after school and Aden came down with it completely yesterday. .
Did I mention that everyone in this house is an overachiever? Bill, as far as I know, isn't puking, but he still has that kidney stone so he gets extra points. Evan is puking. I can't figure out why it is that I am not catching on to this but it happens ever single time he gets sick. Evan will come up to me and say " I want to hold you". His little way of saying he wants a hug. How can I say no? So I usually kneel down to hug him and whamo! Puke everywhere, mostly all over me. This is not a once in a while thing. I fall for it every time! 6 times yesterday. You would think I would be smarter than that. But no. 6 times he said he wanted a hug and 6 times he puked all over me.
Aden seems to be a little better about it. He mostly has been sleeping or watching movies. But they are both running fevers that are consistently up around 102-103 range. Getting Evan to take medicine is like trying to get Bill to take it. But with Bill if I sit on him and shove it down his throat its not abuse. Or is it???? With Evan I end up trying to hide it in juice but he usually catches on.
Aden got me really good yesterday. Said his mouth hurt and I should look at it. So I went and looked at it. Projectile vomit right in my face. Ah, the rewards of motherhood.
Aden seems a little better today. Evan is still asleep upstairs and Bill is still out on the couch. At least Bill is off today so hopefully he'll be feeling better by tomorrow.
I did have something great happen yesterday. I have a friend who was deployed, called to let me know he is now home! That made my day. I was so happy to hear that he is home safe and with his family!. Now I don't have to worry so much :)
Anyway, it was nice while it lasted but the vomit machine is awake so I am sure I have to get off of here so I can wait on them.
So I will go put on my hip waders and hope for the best :)
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Why Haven't they invented a Remote control for life?????
Have you ever seen that show, How William Shatner changed the world? I think everyone should. Its mostly about how many things we have now are because inventors got the ideas from Star Trek. Really if you think about it for even a few minutes its pretty impressive and I really don't even need to go into what kinds of stuff if you have ever seen the original Star Trek. Anyway its a really cool show and William Shatner will always been cool, maybe not as hot as he used to be, but still way cool.
So that got me thinking. If we have video cell phones and computers that you can carry around in your pocket, why isn't there a remote control for life? What are those slackers working on that is taking away from what could be the most important invention of all time?
I need a remote control for my life. One with a Fast Forward, Stop and Rewind buttons.
Not only would this come in very handy with the boys and the dog, I could use it on my husband.
Case in point.
My wonderful (not being sarcastic) husband comes home this morning about 2:30 am. Coughing, hacking, moaning. Typical guy has a cold behavior. Then he tells me that its been going around work. Then he shuts the bedroom door and gets into bed. Now first off, if I get sick I am screwed! Because you know the boys will end up with whatever this is and who do you think is going to be babying them?? Because as everyone knows when someone who has testicles gets a cold, its the end of the flippin' world. So Bill shut the bedroom door! AHHHHHHHH our room is tiny and now I am trapped in the dinky room with all of the icky germs. We do this door open, door shut thing ever night. I want the door open, because I have a couple of sons who like to roam around the house while they are supposed to be sleeping. Our bedroom is at the top of the stairs and its impossible for anyone to go up or down the stairs without me knowing about it. That's an advantage to having a house that is about to turn 121 years old, the stairs are pretty creaky. But Bill likes the door closed, he claims for privacy. I wonder if he has noticed we have two young boys, there is no longer such a thing as privacy. I like the door open. My reasons; I want to know what is going on at all times, I am nosy. I also like air. The room gets very, very stuffy and Bill for some reason doesn't like me to run the ceiling fan he installed. Whatever, the door stays open. Aden sometimes sleep walks. He usually heads downstairs so its just easier if I hear him go down the stairs than to discover him making a bowl of cereal while he is sleeping. He's almost 5 and it just isn't a good idea to let him pour his own milk when he is awake, let alone when he is asleep.
There are drawbacks, like lack of privacy. But that is easily solved by just waiting till they are asleep which is usually by 8 pm.
Back to the germs.
If I remember correctly Bill has only gotten sick about 4 times in our 12 years together. Usually a cold that turns into bronchitis but nothing major. He still hasn't passed the kidney stone and his luck he'll end up doing that while he's sick. I do feel sorry for him. But I feel sorry for me too! I am the one who will end up sick and still waiting on everyone, that sucks. But at least I don't have kidney stones :) I guess I'll just prepare for the worse and get some chicken soup started, make sure I have lots of lemon & honey which is awesome for colds and coughs and unlike cough syrups, honey really does work. It doesn't last long but it does work. On the bright side, today is Bill's day off so at least he won't have to call in. Tomorrow he can go to work and give the cold to someone else. Thats the best way to get rid of cold :)
Sharing is Caring...So Sayeth the Barney:)
But If I had a remote control, I could fast forward this part :)
So that got me thinking. If we have video cell phones and computers that you can carry around in your pocket, why isn't there a remote control for life? What are those slackers working on that is taking away from what could be the most important invention of all time?
I need a remote control for my life. One with a Fast Forward, Stop and Rewind buttons.
Not only would this come in very handy with the boys and the dog, I could use it on my husband.
Case in point.
My wonderful (not being sarcastic) husband comes home this morning about 2:30 am. Coughing, hacking, moaning. Typical guy has a cold behavior. Then he tells me that its been going around work. Then he shuts the bedroom door and gets into bed. Now first off, if I get sick I am screwed! Because you know the boys will end up with whatever this is and who do you think is going to be babying them?? Because as everyone knows when someone who has testicles gets a cold, its the end of the flippin' world. So Bill shut the bedroom door! AHHHHHHHH our room is tiny and now I am trapped in the dinky room with all of the icky germs. We do this door open, door shut thing ever night. I want the door open, because I have a couple of sons who like to roam around the house while they are supposed to be sleeping. Our bedroom is at the top of the stairs and its impossible for anyone to go up or down the stairs without me knowing about it. That's an advantage to having a house that is about to turn 121 years old, the stairs are pretty creaky. But Bill likes the door closed, he claims for privacy. I wonder if he has noticed we have two young boys, there is no longer such a thing as privacy. I like the door open. My reasons; I want to know what is going on at all times, I am nosy. I also like air. The room gets very, very stuffy and Bill for some reason doesn't like me to run the ceiling fan he installed. Whatever, the door stays open. Aden sometimes sleep walks. He usually heads downstairs so its just easier if I hear him go down the stairs than to discover him making a bowl of cereal while he is sleeping. He's almost 5 and it just isn't a good idea to let him pour his own milk when he is awake, let alone when he is asleep.
There are drawbacks, like lack of privacy. But that is easily solved by just waiting till they are asleep which is usually by 8 pm.
Back to the germs.
If I remember correctly Bill has only gotten sick about 4 times in our 12 years together. Usually a cold that turns into bronchitis but nothing major. He still hasn't passed the kidney stone and his luck he'll end up doing that while he's sick. I do feel sorry for him. But I feel sorry for me too! I am the one who will end up sick and still waiting on everyone, that sucks. But at least I don't have kidney stones :) I guess I'll just prepare for the worse and get some chicken soup started, make sure I have lots of lemon & honey which is awesome for colds and coughs and unlike cough syrups, honey really does work. It doesn't last long but it does work. On the bright side, today is Bill's day off so at least he won't have to call in. Tomorrow he can go to work and give the cold to someone else. Thats the best way to get rid of cold :)
Sharing is Caring...So Sayeth the Barney:)
But If I had a remote control, I could fast forward this part :)
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