It's just that all of my super smart brain cells are needed for work and if I have any leftover, my children, dogs and hubby, kill what precious few I may left. I'm so, so sorry that this is the level of writing you are left with. Of course, this may be the highest level that you are able to comprehend by the end of the day so maybe we are good for each other after all!
Let me preface this post by saying that it probably is going to have too much information and if you are at all a bit grossed out by blood or medical stuff, just don't read this one 'kay? Since before Halloween I have been having horrible, horrible nose bleeds. Like 4-6 a day and at least 2 of them a day take over an hour to stop. In the morning my shower looks like something from the movie Carrie as I try to blow out or cough out these huge blood clots that have formed over the course of the night. Even worse, I could feel the blood dripping down the back of my throat all of the time and when it wasn't dripping, I could see and feel the tail of the clot hanging there. Are you totally grossed out yet? I have been miserable. Well, it took me like 2 weeks to figure out that this wasn't just because of the dry air ( I usually get a few nose bleeds in the winter) and get my rear in gear and find a ENT and call to make an appt. since my primary doc said it probably was an overactive blood vessel that needed cauterized. When can I get in? Three FREAKING weeks later. There were many times I considered going into the ER to get it taken care of, but I didn't want some first year resident poking around inside my nose burning things that didn't need to be burned. No offense to those in the medical field, we have several in my family, which is why I know not to have a first year poking around on anything. :)
So, I finally get into the ENT yesterday and explain everything that has been going on, and he takes a look around and then he asks me point blank, Do you use cocaine? I just look at him kind of dumb founded, and respond something like, uh, NO, why? Now, this guy is no quack, I researched him, he was named one of the top ENTs in the country blah blah blah, he even does research where I do research. Apparently I have a septal perforation. In other words a lovely hole in the cartilage between my two nostrils, and cocaine use is the #1 cause for this to occur. Thinking back, it is kind-of funny that he asked. Dave had made a smart-aleck comment about me being a coke-head when all of this nose bleed business started because I have also been losing some weight, but I didn't really appreciate it from him either. Then my Doc noticed that I use Flonase (for my sinus/allergy problems) and apparently I am the lucky one in a kajillion people who may get a septal perforation from using a cortisteroid. I then had some rather unpleasant things done to stop the bleeding and I go back in a few months to see if the hole is getting any larger. It will never close and I will have episodes like this past month randomly from here on out. Good times. Lucky for you, I will spare you any further details.
On a side note, but still medical. Please keep baby Andrew in your thoughts and prayers. He never did find a bone marrow donor, but they found a good cord blood marrow match and he is getting ready for his transplant. He is undergoing heavy duty chemo now and so far so good. His marrow transplant is scheduled for NEXT Friday the 7th. Please pray for him and his family as they go through this week together before his transplant and afterwards. I'll keep you updated.
If your child has EVER puked on you, you have to read this. I'm laughing so hard I'm seriously crying. Everyone in my office is looking at me and my mascara is probably running down my face. Yes, I know I need to get back to work, but suddenly puke in my hands doesn't seem so bad.
I've been tagged by Jill at Caffeine Court:
The Rules:
First here are the rules:
1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 random and or weird things about yourself.
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
1. I am a neat freak (almost ocd) but actually really lazy and as long as everything is picked up and in it's place I'm fine that there is a layer of dust all over.
2. I bit my fingernails my whole life, and as soon as I was done with all my schooling, I suddenly quit and my nails started growing. I have to file them down to keep them from getting too long. I don't know if it was the stress of school or finally officially moving away from home and leaving that stress behind that gave me that horrible habit, I'm just happy it is long gone.
3. I can't wear my glasses when I eat, and I just started wearing contacts everyday about 3 months ago. I've needed to wear glasses (according to my drivers license) for 15 years now.
4. I'm really attracted to bald (or super short hair) men with goatees (with nice bodies of course) Good thing my hubby fits that category. I won't let him shave his goatee off, or grow a full beard.
5. My eyes didn't change colors until 2nd grade.
6. Despite my issues with candy, I will take chips with any homemade dip over it anytime.
7. I had a breast reduction when I was 20 yrs old 'cause the girls were just too big (DD-E) on my 5'1 frame, but now after two children they are sad little sacks and I kind-of wouldn't mind having them re-inflated. I fantasize about what plastic surgery procedures I would like to have done, but I would never go under the knife/anesthesia without a real medical need, at least while my children are still dependent on me. :)
I'm tagging these lucky ladies! I really need to out myself to more blogs......spread the love, you know? I will if you will......
It's a Dry Heat
Midwestern Mommy
Moto Mom
Slacker Mommy
STLBEE
Nothing Gained Nothing Lost
Country Blossom
Thanksgiving was nice, we headed out of town to Dave's sister's house where the rest of his family convened as well. The kids had a blast and the food was very good. The only snafu was waiting for the turkey. She made it in this steamer/crockpot like thing and the turkey plug just wouldn't pop. I had to totally bite my tongue (which for those of you who really know me, know just how hard this was) every time she opened the lid to re-baste the turkey at the same time exclaiming that the thing hadn't popped out yet and when was this turkey going to be done??? In my head I was thinking, every time you open up that lid, it drops the heat down to zero and you are starting all over again, just leave the lid on for 30 minutes straight and the red button will pop out! Finally my telepathic ability must have kicked in and she left it alone and the turkey finished. I will give the crockpot/steamer method props, it was the juiciest turkey I have ever had. Maybe it was all that basting. :)
We did hit black Friday a bit, Kohl's in Columbia and back home in STL. I got myself my birthday present (dyson handheld vac for 60 bucks off normal price!) and some other presents for the various family members plus household decorations. I felt very accomplished. I only have four more people to buy for, since I do most of my shopping online.
Friday night, I was driving back home down our street and actually got teary eyed and a little home sick for our old house. Dave had already put up the lights and it looks very pretty, but I actually think the old house was prettier lit up than this one is, and I know I should be all excited to decorate but I'm not. After seven years, I had finally figured out where I liked everything to go and it wasn't really a chore to decorate. I have almost everything done inside (except for the tree, that will be next weekend) but I can tell it will need constant tweaking and it probably won't feel quite right at all this year. I'm still trying to find a place for a few of my things that I like to have out, but I'm not sure if they will find a place. In many ways this house felt like home immediately, that is why we bought it, but funny how decorating for the holidays in our new home can still make me homesick for what we have left behind.
Saturday night we headed over to a friend's house to watch #4Mizzou vs #2KU. This game really was do or die for Mizzou. If we win, we go to the Big 12 championship game and most likely to a BCS bowl game, if we win Big 12 we play for the National Championship. If we lose to KU, our season is over, and we end it 10-2 and get a decent bowl game. Mizzou dominated the entire game and then the defense got a tad lazy in the 4th quarter and I felt like I was going to be ill the entire time. The best, was getting the safety with seconds left and securing the win 36-28, and our #1 ranking in the NATION. OMG, we have not been #1 since 1960. To be a Mizzou fan, is to learn to live with disappointment, but not this year! We just need to beat OK, next weekend, then we are headed to 'Nawlins for the National Championship game and, yes, the hubby and I will be going to that game. Tickets have been committed to, grandparents are lined up to babysit, we just need to purchase the airfare. Merry Christmas to us, hopefully.
We are apparently going to pay for all our "partying" last night, Jake just woke up and puked. Why o why...... He was fine 2 hours ago, when I put him bed. And of course, he spent the night with with a friend last night, shared a pretzel and drink with Olivia today, and gave me a sweet wet kiss on the mouth goodnight. Two hours before he puked. Good times.
| I Am a Gingerbread House |
 A little spicy and a little sweet, anyone would like to be lost in the woods with you. |
but I don't always say it so here it goes:
I'm so thankful for:
-my patient and loving husband.
-for my children and their happiness and health.
-that my children still hug and kiss me goodnight and tell me they love me everyday even when I haven't been the best mom to them that I could have been.
-that my husband and I have solid jobs that fulfill us and provide for our family.
-that my grandparents are still going strong and that my children have gotten the opportunity to get to know their great-grandparents so well!
-that my sister and I have made it through a rough childhood relationship and are now closer than ever.
-my aunt and her family.
-my in-laws!! They have shown me what a normal nuclear family is like. They do actually exist!
-my new blogging friends, some of you who I have already met, some of you who I know I will meet in the future, and those I probably will never get to meet, it has been so neat and a privilege to get to know each and everyone of you!
Have a safe and wonderful Thanksgiving!!
The other night we went out to eat and Daddy and Jacob were waiting and holding the door open for Olivia and I as we were holding hands and walking across the parking lot. Olivia asked why they were holding the door open, and I said it was because they were being nice and that is what gentlemen do. She said, Mommy let's be girls forever! Good idea, sis. No problem there.
Now, we are sitting here watching Thanksgiving Charlie Brown and the part where Peppermint Patty calls Charlie Brown and invites herself over is on. Olivia (the 3 year old) just asked if she was a boy or a girl. Hubby and I just chuckled and said she was a girl. She has asked now 3 times to confirm if Peppermint Patty is indeed a girl. Good Grief Charlie Brown.
We discovered something about Jacob this weekend.....the kid can read. We have had hints of this over the last several months but we haven't really fully explored it. We would drive past a sign and he would randomly tell us what it said, or we would have the menu up on the tv and he would point out a tv show title and tell us what it was and Dave and I would look at each other and think, wow he'll be reading soon, but he was always perfectly happy with us reading his books at naptime and at bedtime and never really picked up an actual book and tried to read it. Last week, we got these flash cards of words from school that we are supposed to work with him on and he is to know them all by the end of the school year. We cut them out and put them on the ring so we could flip through them and we got all settled to work on 3-4 of them and he already knew all 40 words. Hmmm. Just for the heck of it I pulled all of the level 1 readers from his book shelf and he read all of them, but I didn't quite believe it since he knew all of those stories. (even though he did point to each word as he said it.) Well, my aunt brought over some level 2 readers this weekend and he read all of those as well. He had never seen them before so I guess we are believers now! Dave and I were kind-of freaking out and just kept telling him we were so proud of him and good job, and now he can read us bed-time stories, etc and I asked him if he knew he could read and he said, Yes mommy, it was a secret but I really am a genius!** I wonder what else he is keeping from us?
**We have NEVER called either one of our children that. I don't want anyone to think that we put that into his head.
Seriously. I am about to go check into a hotel, for a night by myself to get 12 hours of solid, uninterrupted sleep. No husband snoring, no dog snoring, no children {insert whatever }.
Last night was almost comical. My husband ALWAYS falls asleep on his back with his glasses on watching Sports Center or the news and I ALWAYS gently nudge him 2-4 times while I am trying to fall asleep but can't because he is sawing logs. Last night, after giving me attitude for waking him up yet again, he finally rolled over sometime after 11:00 and was silent. Only then, I was treated to sounds of our golden snoring as well. Luckily she is not as crabby when I wake her up to re-position her so she stops snoring as well. I think I finally fell asleep about 11:45 but soon after, I heard a strange beeping that sounded like an alarm. It wasn't my alarm.....and it wasn't loud, so I kind of dozed in and out of sleep until 1:30 when I couldn't take it any longer. It was Jake's alarm going off! I stagger into his room and fumble with his clock and notice that his alarm had been set to go off at midnight. It had been beeping for an hour and a half and I was the only one that heard it. He slept right through it. Typical male. Why on earth was his alarm set to go off at midnight when we have never even set his alarm in the first place, since he usually wakes up a the crack of dawn anyway?? Grrrrrrr. I crawl back to bed and an hour later Olivia starts crying and whining and being the good sleep trainer that I am, I totally ignore her. Dave could go deal with her if he wakes up which he didn't. She fussed for 30 minutes.*** I don't fall back asleep until 3:30. Jake wakes up at 6:00 and Olivia follows suit at 6:15. My head is pounding and I have been yawning all day. Hopefully my tylenol pm will kick in soon and I will be immune to everything tonight.
***Olivia wet her bed, and being the fabulous mother that I am, I didn't go check on her, so the poor kid had to sleep in wet pjs and sheets. I did give her permission in the future to get out of bed and let us know if she has had an accident. I suck.
We all went to Columbia this weekend, since a good friend of ours was in from LA and this was the last home game. (#5 in the nation!) Olivia and I participated in the the tailgate festivities with the boys, but left at game time and I took her and my two nieces to The Bee movie while Dave and Jake were at the game. For the first time in a long time, I whole heartedly give this kids movie two thumbs up. Usually, I cringe at some of the wording or at one or two of the situations thinking that the writers could have very easily substituted a much nicer word or whatever, but for once, I had nothing to complain about. It was a really cute movie and being that it was Olivia's first theater movie she was really entertained sat still the whole time, and liked it. I did too for that matter. I'm going to send Dave and Jake to see it at some point. I found out that after I left the tailgate activities that Jake played in a round of beer-pong, and is apparently quite the chick magnet. Hmmmm. Good thing that Daddy was prompting him to tell me all of this, that there were several single guys there, and that this was the last game of the season. :)
So, onto a totally different subject. For those of you who blog as well.....how do you decide what to write about? I do find myself analyzing situations to see if they would be good posts, and in the very beginning I would be so stressed about what to write about it was almost all I could think about, but now, it seems like it is turning into an online journal, which isn't necessarily the direction I wanted to go......do you have multiple entries in the works at one time, do you just write what is on your mind, do you try to hold back and not let the real you out all the time? I don't know if I reveal too much or not enough about myself. That is the tricky part for me too, I'm not a writer. I'm a scientist for crying out loud and I'm usually just typing what would normally be coming out of my mouth. So, if you don't mind, give me just a bit of feedback on what seems to work for you. Pretty please?
I was looking at old pics of the kids and thought it would be fun to do a "Flashback Friday" thing. Unless you are family or knew me before this blogging gig, none of you got to see how darn cute my kids were when they babies. Both of them were super fat, I'm talking ham hocks for legs, kankles, and fat wrist bracelets to die for. I just wanted to suck on their cheeks all the time. I love the first two smiley picture
s of them. It really shows how much they looked alike as babies. The next two are the only ones I could find on this computer that even kind of come close to doing justice to their chunky monkey status. (I lost a ton of pictures when making my switch from yahoo to flickr so I don't have many online from when Jake was a baby) I'll have to dig up some pictures from my past. Wouldn't you love to see me with my big hair? There are some pictures where if you just looked at the face you wouldn't be able to tell if it was me or one of my kiddos either. I'll warm up the scanner!
The halloween candy. It constantly calls to me. Has it really only been a week since it came into my house? Setting up residence in my pantry, a constant temptation when I finally started losing the extra pounds that I have been hanging onto for over a year. I know I should just sort through it, get out the m&m's and hershey bars (the kids' favorites) and send the rest with Dave to his work. Gone, out of here, let his co-workers be pissed at him as they eat it all so we don't. But, growing up, we were never allowed to have candy. I want it, I need it. To say that I have an unhealthy relationship with candy is an understatement. When I was little my halloween candy was always taken away, and once I was too old to go trick or treating myself, but my little sister (9 years younger) was still going out, I would "steal" her candy. My grandmother used to hide some in the back bedroom for us every time we came in for a visit and we would gobble it down before our mom found out. I wasn't really allowed sweets of any kind growing up, so as an adult I still struggle with how to have a normal relationship with them. It usually is feast or famine with me. We typically don't have candy/cookies/ice cream in the house because I can't just stop after one or two cookies. I will eat ice cream every single day until it is gone. How, do I get control over my issues, so that I don't end up passing them on to my kids? When you deprive someone of something it gains so much power......I think that we are doing a decent job so far. We go to lions choice about once a week and get the kids their 10cent ice cream cones, I will buy icee pops and other treats that they like that, knowing I can resist those since I can take them or leave them. That's it. Just writing this helped. I'm having one more bite size snickers, sorting out the stuff for the kids, and sending the rest with Dave to work tomorrow.
I have nothing exciting or thought provoking for you..... The hubby was out of town the end of last week so things were just a tad bit busier around here than usual. He got back Friday evening, and I went out to say farewell to a co-worker who has been at my place of employment for 15 years. We became good friends over the last 10 years as we moved in and out of being in the same group, shared in the planning of our weddings together, and she was the first co-worker I spilled the beans to when I was pregnant the first time around. She will be missed for many reasons, but boy does she give awesome neck and shoulder massages. Just what we all need, and won't be getting anymore. Saturday, during the day we ran errands, 
then Daddy and Jake went to the home depot kids workshop (He built a pirate ship, if you can't tell what it is) and then we had some friends over to watch Mizzou destroy Colorado (55-10) and thus move up to #6 in the nation, thank you very much! The kids had a blast playing together, the moms got to talk (I got peeks of the game every once in a while) and the dads sat on the couch glued to the game. Perfect evening. Sunday we actually got our act together and had our first family pictures done since my pregnancy pictures were taken when I was 36 weeks along with Olivia. How pathetic is that? The child is 3 years old and we have not had any professional family pics done with her in them. The photographer was wonderful, she came to our house and I am so excited/anxious to see the proofs. I'll give more details and give a link to her website when I see the proofs. I will have not problems referring her. She actually made my shy, somewhat sullen in front-of-the-camera Olivia smile right off of the bat. Anyway, all in all, a great weekend but now I have a killer cold to show for it. With that killer cold, comes the raspy sexy voice. You know the one, that Phoebe from friends had that actually made her singing sound good? That one, except I usually sound pretty good singing, and now I'm coughing and cracking all the notes so my kids want daddy to sing. Hmmmm, maybe this cold isn't so bad after all.
The weather was great, minus a few sprinkles that went away just as quickly as they arrived, and the kids had a blast. They did our part of the cul-de-sac much quicker than I thought that they would, so they headed up the street with Daddy and a few other neighbors while the mommys hung out and ate, I mean handed out candy to the other trick or treaters. There were some pretty good costumes and most of the kids, teenagers included were polite. We had well over 100 trick or treaters so there was hardly any leftover candy thank goodness! WE ALL HAD FUN and the kids looked so cute. (I want Jake's muscles, especially the chest ones, I could use the lift!) Everyone got to bed late, so I am hoping we can all hit it early tonight.
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