Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Squeeeeeeaaal!! Part 2

Sunday was the PBR! This is from the very beginning, when they get ready to introduce the riders. They set the letters PBR on fire and have all kinds of fireworks to go along with it.

The Hubster and I went down a little early and went to the riverwalk, even though they had drained the canal to clean it. Grrr. It was still pretty and neat to see.

The Hubster waited so patiently for me after it was all so I could get autographs and pictures. Apparently the man in the foreground thought I was trying to take his picture because he never moved no matter what I did. Can you spot The Hubster in the stands? It's kind of like playing Where's Waldo!

This picture is my absolute favorite. This is the only one where I took a picture with one of the riders, but if Adriano Moraes had been there, you better believe I would have asked him too! This is Travis Briscoe, an 18yo rider who is going to win the World Title if he keeps riding the way he has been. He's such a sweet heart, very quiet and polite. I had to post the picture in black and white so you couldn't see all the PMS zits on my face! Oh, and I was talking when this was taken, telling the guy that I didn't think it took because it didn't flash. I usually don't look like a beaver, I promise. And I used to be a lot skinnier, too.

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Friday, January 27, 2006

Little Beggars

Drama Queen has once again lived up to her nickname. She was sitting by me, happily discussing who she wants to invite to her birthday sleepover. Keep in mind I've never actually told her that she could have a sleepover, so she's putting the cart before the horse a little bit. Anyway, she switched gears mid-sentence and declared that instead of the American Girl doll that she's been talking, dreaming and planning about for a good month, she's now decided that she wants a puppy. That "no" flew out of my mouth so fast, it was like someone else had said it. And it was a firm, no-nonsense "no." Cue the dramatics. Begging quickly turned into crying turned into anger and then back to begging. Telling her that I was through with the subject didn't deter her one iota. Once I'd had enough, I sicked her on The Hubster. I never, ever should have done that.

He never flat out told her no, so she's now got it into her head that she's getting a puppy. She spent the rest of the night talking about what kind (a black dachshund), what color collar (a red one) and it's name (Daisy).

Can you believe I actually felt myself waiver? For all of 30 seconds. Then reality hit me upside the head, and I quickly came to my senses. First of all, I don't have 250 bucks to shell out for a whining, chewing, peeing, pooping, eating, carpet-ruining machine. Secondly, I know who will be doing all of the work: housebreaking, scooping up the poop, and getting up in the middle of the night. It sure won't be Drama Queen!

During the midst of Drama Queen's angst, Karate Kid decided to start his own begging campaign. He bought a knife last year at a little street fair when we went camping. His cousin and friend both got one, so I told him he could since he was using his own money. I assumed that since they were with the toys, they were toy knives. That's what I get for assuming. The Hubster confiscated it as soon as he saw it was the real deal.

So I literally have Drama Queen on one side and Karate Kid on the other, each lobbying for their respective items. It's a wonder I haven't been committed yet. Yet being the operative word. I wonder if the mental hospital has layaway?

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Wednesday, January 25, 2006

A New Fan

I have never watched American Idol before. Well, I watched the very last show last season because Carrie Underwood is from OK, and I was interested in whether or not she would win. I've always avoided watching because I just didn't think I could handle watching Simon be mean to all of those hopeful people. After talking to a friend about it, I decided to give it a try--and I'm hooked. Oh, my gosh! Did you watch it last night? There were times I was raising my hand to get them to stop because I just couldn't take it anymore. And Simon isn't as bad as I thought he would be, although I still feel sorry for some of the people.

And have you seen this? What in the world?! How could anyone ever willingly be frozen while still alive? At least they're saving their whole bodies and not just their heads. Saving heads only? Just a tad weird for me. Although if I could put my head on a skinnier body...
And what happens to all of their money when they've been sitting by the fire, nice and toast warm, but still...dead? And the part about living forever? Do they realize how time consuming that will be? I mean, those bodies will wear out eventually, so I guess they're going to have to save just their heads after a while. Between being frozen for 100 years and then having to get a new body each time? That would just eat up too much of my time.

Popsicle, anyone?

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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

The Glass Is Half Empty

Also titled: Boring Post

I have an interview with a parent this afternoon to see about watching her child. This will replace the one whose last day was Friday because her mom quit her job.

So I should be all happy and excited that I've got a prospect, right? I am absolutely thrilled, except for one thing. When the lady called yesterday, she was in her car and didn't have a paper and pen to get directions to my house. She said she would call back for directions, but I haven't heard from her.

This is the point where an optimist would say, "She was probably so busy with her son that she forgot to call me back. I'm sure I'll hear from her right before she leaves because she'll figure out she doesn't know how to get here." Or they might say, "She might have lost my phone number."

No matter how much I try to look at the positive side of things, my first thoughts are always negative. "What if she changed her mind?" "What if she talked to someone else and they sounded better?" "What if she lives in one of the other towns I advertised in and doesn't want to drive to where I live?" What if...

The What If's are killing me!

*edited to add* Woo hoo! Everything worked out after all! The new little one starts Monday.

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Monday, January 23, 2006

I Must Be Doing Something Right

Karate Kid and I were watching an episode of Wife Swap that I had taped. Yes, taped. The Hubster still won't let me get TiVo. In case you're reading this, honey: Please, please, oh please let me get TiVo! I won't ask for anything else ever again.

Anyway, when it was over, Karate Kid said, "Don't ever do that!" When I asked him why, he said, "They always get someone just the opposite of you. We'd probably get some mom who wouldn't have any rules at all." Now I, personally, would have thought this was every child's dream. I mean, no rules? Sign me up!

When I questioned him further, he couldn't think of any of my rules that he would want to do away with. He finally told me I could just switch places with his friend's mom so he could watch any show or play any teen-rated game he wanted. I asked if he would really do that, and he decided he wouldn't watch or play anything he wanted because that just wouldn't be very good.

Then again, this is the boy who used to have me read the posted rules to him when we would go somewhere (the pool, the zoo, etc.). And not just once, but at least twice just to make sure he had them all in his head. Yep, that's my boy.

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Saturday, January 21, 2006

Creativity Comes in Many Forms

My children are nothing, if not creative, although what they dream up is a little interesting at times. Here are some examples:

Today was the Cub Scout Pinewood Derby race. Karate Kid's was a slice of pizza resting on top of a pizza box. The smaller pink circle on the top right was a sticker with the number that they gave him when he checked it in. It messes up the pepperoni placement in my opinion. What were they thinking?

Drama Queen and Karate Kid both got book lights in their stockings this year. The little black thing on the side of the bed is hers pulling double duty as a spotlight for her Bratz and Polly Pocket stage show. The white basket was the stage and all of the colored pieces in the floor are Lego seats with dolls on some of them.

Had to throw one in of Karate Kid and The Hubster working on the pizza car.

This one is the car that Drama Queen entered into the open class (for siblings and parents of the Cub Scouts). Hers is (drumroll please)...a pillow. How many children do you know that come up with the idea for a pillow car? Can you tell she's obsessed with pink camouflage? The arm warmer things that are on her arms that came with that shirt match the material of her car. Don't think that wasn't planned!

Who says children don't have an imagination any more?

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Thursday, January 19, 2006

Calgon, Take Me Away!!!

Busy little bees. While I was giving the 6mo a breathing treatment with the nebulizer, the 15mo was holding onto the high chair and screaming like I was plunging a knife into his back (he's got a little streak of temper to go with his red hair), the 18mo climbed into a baby activity center she is way too big for (but at least she was cornered for the moment), and the two 2yos and the 3yo were having a major battle over whether the front door was going to be opened or closed.

I'll be back later with another post once I've sobered up--er, put them down for a nap.

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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

The Battle of the Ages

Oh, my word! This morning was such a fun little adventure into I Don't Want To Wear That Land. The Hubster and I told Drama Queen that she couldn't keep wearing the knit pants that she wears over and over and over. She has the same pair of pants in about 5 different colors. She's beginning to look like an oprhan because they're so worn out. And we're just sick and tired of seeing them.

She wore jeans yesterday. This is an amazing accomplishment because it's only the 3rd time this year. And I mean school year, not the year beginning January 1. And I didn't even have to force her.

So I woke up this morning tripping along merrily in the Land of Bliss, thinking that there wouldn't be a clothing battle this morning. Enter Drama Queen, the valiant warrior of Pickiness. It was a surprise attack, one I never saw coming. From deep in the bowels of the kingdom, I heard the battle cry: "I'm NOT wearing jeans tooooodddaaaayy!" I immediately pulled out my weapon: a choice between two items. Her Pickiness could choose from a pair of jeans or the black pair of pants that she never wants to wear, thus enabling us to look at her without throwing up from the sight of the same green/pink/blue pair of pants.

The battle, she was long and hard. No matter how many screaming arrows were thrown my way, no matter how many tears were shed, I stood my ground. I was prepared to win this battle. On this one I would not budge.

And I won. She wore jeans.

We will be taking a journey to the faraway land of Old Navy tonight to see about buying more jeans or maybe some pants that actually button and zip instead of having an elastic waist, thus maybe actually fitting the tiny Drama Queen without having to be pinned with a safety pin. If I can find the adjustable ones, that is. She's clamoring for another shirt, even though she has a closet full that she won't wear. I sense another battle coming on.

No matter the case, I will remain strong. And we will live happily ever after. For about two minutes.

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Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Just Like Old Times

My poor baby is so sick! Last night when I went to bed, his temp was 103.7--and that was after a few sips of ice water. I was so worried that he would be too weak to call loud enough to wake me up, so I put the baby monitor in his room. The very same one I used when he was a baby.

Talk about bringing back memories! I swear it was like having a newborn all over again. I heard every breath he took, every time he turned over, and every cough and sniffle. I guess you just never outgrow being a mom, no matter how old they are.

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Monday, January 16, 2006

Never a Dull Moment

The good times, they just keep on coming.

We got home from buying groceries last night, and I noticed a smell somewhere in the house. It didn't take me long to find out that one of the dogs had diarrhea. I sent Drama Queen for more paper towels, and she turned and ran into the doorframe, splitting her toe. As she was sitting in the floor crying, The Hubster came in to see what was wrong with her. He then began ranting and raving about the kids' rooms and the garage being so cluttered. I had to interrupt his tirade twice just to get him to bring me more paper towels. And I still had all of the groceries sitting on the counter, melting and thawing.

It took forever for Drama Queen's toe to stop bleeding. Once it did, she started playing the new computer game she bought. That was The Hubster's cue to start singing karaoke in the same room since he bought two new CD's at the store. I was in the process of cooking dinner and putting the groceries away at the same time. Actually I was trying to. Drama Queen kept interrupting me every 3 minutes because her game wouldn't work.

After dinner, my Sunday night TV shows, a nervous breakdown and a bottle of Valium, I finally got to bed. Karate Kid came into the room three times to complain of a sore throat before I ever got to sleep. That should have been a clue.

Did I mention he also had a friend spending the night? The hyper one? He actually was wonderful last night. They played a video game in Karate Kid's room most of the time. In fact, he was still playing it when I got up at 5:20 this morning! He told me he had been to bed, but I know that only meant that he had physically been in the bed for a very short period of time without sleeping. He even met me at the door when I got back from my walk this morning.

About that time I heard Karate Kid moving around, so I stuck my head in the door and told him to go back to sleep. He said he couldn't because he was too hot. I felt him, and he was burning up--103.5!

Hyper Friend finally fell asleep in the living room chair. Drama Queen, who always, always, without fail sleeps late, woke up at 6:30. She couldn't find her remote. I shooed her back to bed, turned off the TV, and prayed that she would go back to sleep, which she did.

So now I have no children to watch today (yes!) but a sick child (boo!). We'll be heading to the doctor's in awhile and dropping Hyper Friend off at his house to try to catch up on all that sleep he missed.

Maybe there'll be a nap in it for me today too!

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Sunday, January 15, 2006

I'm Family'd Out

Enough. I give. Uncle. I'm waving the white flag. Please, no more get-togethers with The Hubster's family for awhile!

And someone please tell me what is wrong with this: My sil told me today that my mil was complaining last week that my kids hang all over me. What? Doesn't she understand that they are very intimidated at her house, so they stick by me so they can feel relatively safe? She told my sil that she is "always telling them to leave your mother alone." Liar, liar, pants on fire. She has never, to my knowledge, ever said that to them.

First of all, they don't hang on me. Yes, they sit by me when the come into the room, and Drama Queen likes to climb into my lap sometimes. So what?! I'll take it while I can get it. It won't be too long before they won't want to have anything to do with me for a few years (sob). Besides, what's wrong with them "hanging" on me? It's not like I'm breastfeeding my 8 and 11yo. "Come here, honey, do you want a little snack?"

I guess if that's the worst she can accuse us of, we're in pretty good shape!

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Saturday, January 14, 2006


(cue the Congo drums) I'm going to the PBR! I'm going to the PBR!

The Hubster picked up an Oklahoma City paper over at my in-laws' house last night and noticed an ad for the PBR (Professional Bull Riders)that is coming to OKC next weekend. One of my very favoritest things is the PBR. If you knew me very well, it would be hard to imagine that I would even like the PBR. I am a girly-girl to some extent. I like all the Bath and Body products. I love Victorian era furniture and decorations. I used to subscribe to Victoria magazine.

And I am the farthest thing from a country girl that you could get. The Hubster has been trying, to no avail, to get me to move to the country for years. Not gonna happen.

The closest I get to western apparel is a pair of jeans and tennis shoes. Although I have done it in the past, I'm too scared to get back on a horse. But the PBR is my very favorite sport to watch. I guess I live vicariously through them because there is no way on God's green earth I would ever try it. Ever.

So we're going to make a date of it. Go down the night before and rent a hotel room. Hang out in Bricktown that morning and then go get my fill of bull riding. The Hubster may not know it yet, but I will be getting a souvenir. And that's another thing. I am not a souvenir person. I would much rather save my money than buy little trinkets from wherever we've been. Until now. I'll just add this one to my PBR Christmas ornament I got in my stocking this year.

And, sis, can the kids stay with you while we're gone? :)

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Friday, January 13, 2006


I am so tired of being tired all. the. time. The Hubster is tired of it too (wink). I've decided that I have to get more sleep in order to be able to function. I've done an okay job of it this week, but I still haven't quite got it to where it needs to be.

Case in point: A friend and I meet at 5:45 each morning to walk (Yes, I know that's the reason I'm so tired. Shut up.). We made plans last night to walk at the park again instead of at her house like we've done for the past couple of days. I woke up this morning at 5:40. Did you catch that? Yep, 5 minutes before I was supposed to be there. I tried calling her cell, but she had turned it off. I didn't want to call her house phone and wake everybody up, so I just hurried as fast as I could.

So I flew over to her house...and she didn't meet me out front like she normally does. I went up to the door, knocking as quietly as I could, all the while hoping fervently that she had fallen back to sleep and we would cancel our walk. No answer. I could see a small light on in her kitchen, so I knew she had been up at one point. Knock again. No answer. Just when I was really getting my hopes up that I was going to get to go home and crawl back in bed, my cell phone rang.

Friend: Are you coming?
Me: Yes, I'm here on your front porch.
Friend: You're on my porch?
Me: Yes, I've been knocking.
Friend: Oh, I'm sure hubby is loving that. He's probably freaking out.
Me: (the bulb over my head finally lighting up) Oh, my gosh! I was supposed to meet you at the freakin' park!

Heh. Guess I need to get in bed even earlier.

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Missing Out

The mother of the 6mo baby that I watch called me last night to see if the baby was crawling yet. Her baby! In her own words, "We hardly ever see her." They pick her up from my house at 5:30, and she goes to bed at 6:30 (she still sleeps a lot). Because the mom had a car wreck last month, she has to ride to work with someone in the morning, leaving before the baby is awake. Daddy gets the baby up and brings her over to my house around 7:30.

It makes me sad for all of them, that they are missing out so much on her life.

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Thursday, January 12, 2006

Growing Up Is Hard To Do

Tonight The Hubster and I are going to one of the area schools to preview the film that will be shown to the kids later this year. You know what I'm talking about. The Film. The one where the boys and girls are separated and see their respective movie about "Your Changing Body." The one where none of the girls can hear for all of the giggling. And the boys? Too busy making jokes.

I found out earlier this week that it was being shown when Karate Kid came home from school and announced: "I have a note for you. About that gross film we have to see in a couple of months."

Now when I was a child, talking about anything relating to puberty at first seemed like taboo. Of course the reaction that my mother got from me whenever she tried to bring up the subject probably didn't help at all. I remember being home sick from school one day, and she brought in two little leaflets/books. I still to this day remember the color of one of them. Her opening statement, "This is a good time for us to talk about this since your brother isn't here," made me literally hide my face behind my hands and groan. I thought I was going to die from embarrassment.

And the day I had to tell her that "Aunt Flo" had come for the first time? I wanted to crawl in a hole and never come out. And to top it all off, she didn't hear me the first time and I had to repeat my news! After that, nothing made me more mad than when we were packing for a trip and I would get the inevitable, "Are you going to start while we're gone?" question. I'm talking raging mad in .003 seconds!

Since we never talked of such issues except for at the "major times," I was determined that my children would not have the same hang-ups as me. I've tried to take all of our conversations in stride, not making a big deal out of them. And we discuss things quite a bit so that they wouldn't have the shock of having The Talk, learning about it little by little instead. I explain terms to them when they ask (and I make sure not to gasp when they ask). Most of the talking has been with Karate Kid since Drama Queen's still a little young for some of the facts. So I was kind of tickled when we had this conversation:

KK: Am I going to karate Thursday night?

Me: No, Daddy and I are going to see that film remember?

KK: You're going to see it?

Me: Yes, I want to see what they're going to show you. Did you know that Daddy didn't see the film until he was in 8th grade?!

KK: "Friend A." said that we have to see the girls' film in 8th grade.

Me: Well, that sounds like an okay idea. It'll help you get to understand girls a little bit better.

KK: Mom, I already understand girls a little better. I don't want to understand them a lot better.

I should have told him not to worry. He's a boy; he'll never understand girls a lot better.

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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

She's Got a Plan

Last week when I was taking Drama Queen and her friend to gymnastics, they had the following conversation:

Friend: I want to be a teacher when I grow up. What do you want to be?

Drama Queen: A vet.

Friend: Oh, you don't want--what kind? Like in the army?

Drama Queen: What? A veterinarian.

Friend: But what kind? Like someone that's been in the army?

Me: No, that's a veteran. She wants to be a veterinarian. An animal doctor.

Drama Queen: If I'm not a vet, I want to...(pause to think) I know! My dad knows how to build buildings and stuff and put in lights and things like that, so I'm going to have him do that. I'm going to sit at my desk and put my feet up on it. And I'm going to have a chair with wheels on it. I'm going to say, "Hey! Get me a sandwich!" and Get me a drink!"

Always thinking, that one.

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Monday, January 09, 2006

5 Weird Habits

I saw this over at Miss Zoot's. Please play along by either leaving yours in the comments or a link to your blog.

My 5 Weird Habits:

1. I count the sides of objects. I know, that's a little OCD. When I count the sides, I don't count each side seperately, and I count the face of the object. In my weird world of counting, a stop sign has 6 sides/surfaces. Go figure. Oh! And I wiggle my toes as I count.

2. My food cannot ever, ever touch. I prefer eating off of divided plates just to keep all of the juices where they belong.

3. I don't take my clothes off inside out when I undress. If something accidentally gets turned inside out, even a shirt cuff, I have to turn it right side out before I can put it in the laundry basket.

4. I cannot make myself say "Ain't." The only time I can ever say it is if I am singing along with a song on the radio.

5. Once I start a book, I MUST finish it, even if I hate it.

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Sunday, January 08, 2006

Don't Watch and Talk

The following conversation is why The Hubster should not watch TV and talk at the same time. It's also how rumors get started.

Drama Queen: What happened to Ladybug's mother? (asking why Ladybug was leaving)
The Hubster: (while watching Grey's Anatomy) She's got a disease.
Me: WHAT?!?! No, she doesn't!

No wonder Drama Queen never knows what's going on.

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Well, (Expletive Deleted)!

Although I was given a heads-up mid-week last week, I just found out tonight that one of the little ones that I watch is going to have to quit. This girl is just like one of our family. I have known her mom for 20 years. It is going to be SO hard for her to leave. Waaaaaaahhhhhh!

The only bright side in the whole situation? She's the one who climbs EVERYTHING! I'm going to have an additional 500 words to use each day since I won't be saying, "Get down" over and over (and over!).

I hate with a passion the whole process of trying to find a new child to watch!

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Friday, January 06, 2006

Translation, Please

Me: You don't need to pour half a gallon of milk on your bowl of cereal.
Drama Queen: Yes, I do. It makes me feel...I don't know...weird about something.

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Thursday, January 05, 2006


What a game! It was a nailbiter to the very end. I almost gave up in the 3rd quarter because I was tired...and depressed by the score. I am so, so glad I stayed with it! Of course I had to celebrate quietly because everybody else was asleep. But you should have heard me in the first half when they were still up.

Hook 'em horns!

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Wednesday, January 04, 2006

I'm Sad

I'm sure everybody else is blogging about the miners too, but I just had to put my feelings down somewhere. I didn't even hear about the accident until yesterday sometime. It bothered me, but I was so busy doing other things that I put it out of my mind rather quickly. Then The Hubster, who has never watched CNN in the 13 years we've been married, was glued to it last night. I watched bits and pieces of it as I passed in and out of the room. But then he turned it on in the bedroom while I was in bed reading. I couldn't even concentrate on my book, so I ended up watching with him. We heard that they had found 12 alive and that one had died. I was so relieved for the 12, but I knew one family had lost somewhere very dear to them. I was struggling with sadness already at that point.

The last report we got was that they were going to bring the men to the church to see their relatives "in an hour." Since it was already 11:30, we decided to turn it off and watch the video of it this morning.

I just could not believe what had happened over night. Can you image the emotions those poor families have gone through? Scared, hopeful, losing that hope when one was found dead, jubilation when told their loved ones were alive...and then, crash!

And the one who made it out alive? I haven't had the TV on since this morning, but the last I heard he had no carbon monoxide in his system. How is he going to feel when he hears that he's the only one who made it? I know he will treat life with much more respect, making the most of every moment. How great that he will get to see his children grow! But is he going to battle with guilt? "Why me and not them?" "Could I have done something else to help them?" "What if..."

My heart is breaking for all of them.

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Tuesday, January 03, 2006


My dentist had a cancellation and was able to get me in this afternoon. Thank goodness! There is NO way I could have waited until the 12th. I have been in so much pain this weekend.

Turns out I have an abscessed tooth. Fun and games. At least he now has another dentist who does the root canals there in the office so I don't have to go into "Big Town" to have it done. My normal dentist is a very calm, gentle, mild-mannered 50-ish man. I was completely unprepared for the new dentist. I turned to look at him and almost gasped out loud. He looks like he is 12! But, hey! As long as he can make the pain stop, I don't care!

And my sister is an angel!!! She came and stayed with all of the kiddos so I could go. I don't know what I would have done if she couldn't have come. My appointment was right during pick-up time at the schools, so everyone I know would have been gone to get their own children.

Now, I am sitting here in peaceful bliss. The Hubster is at a Cub Scout leader's meeting, and Drama Queen and Karate Kid are at DQ's Girl Scout meeting (KK plays with his friend while the girls meet). I'm going to watch a little TV and read before the troops all come home.

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Monday, January 02, 2006

The Fun is Over

Today was the last day of Christmas Break. There has been much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. Now it's back to reality: rushing to school, homework, karate, gymnastics, Girl Scouts, and Cub Scouts. But the worst part of it all? Bed time. I despise trying to get my kids into bed. They have a million and one excuses for getting out of bed. And that's after I actually get them into bed. It's now 30 minutes after their bedtime, and they are just now getting into bed. It will be a good 30 or 45 minutes before they stop calling me and getting out of bed.

There's one of them calling me now. Grrrr.

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What a Night!

And it wasn't filled with fun and passion. It was filled with excrutiating pain from my tooth. It's been bothering me lately, but I've been able to handle it with large amounts of Advil. Not so now. I found a bottle of a pain killer from when I had an abcessed tooth 3 years ago. I called the 24 hour pharmacy in desperation to see if I could take it after all the Advil I'd already downed.

I think it finally quit hurting enough around 2:30 this morning for me to finally go to sleep. I woke up again several hours later and took another pill and went right back to sleep. The phone woke me up at 11:45 this morning.

Then I noticed that my eyes felt weird when I blinked. I looked in the mirror and realized my eyes were swollen halfway shut. Oh, and did I mention that my knee has some problem too?

I swear I feel 90-years-old today.

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Sunday, January 01, 2006

The Day After

Last night was SO fun! Well, after we got to our friends' house. The surprise party at the in-laws' was crazy. There were 24 people there, all of them trying to get into the kitchen at the same time. I had to flee to the dining room just so I could catch my breath. I do not do claustrophobia.

We all seem to be suffering from the after-effects from staying up too late last night. My children are on the verge of killing each other. If I don't beat them to it, that is. At least The Hubster has been gone today. I don't think I could have taken his loudness and singing right now.

Hope everyone had a safe and fun New Year's.

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