Friday, August 20, 2010

Not A Poop Story

It's Friday.  Time to come clean.  If you feel the need to come clean with me, you can link up with Glamazon!

I do not know left from right.  It's true.  Yesterday, Little Middle came to me complaining that her side hurt.  Like bad.  She was on the verge of tears.  I was looking at her holding her side.  It was MY right.  I registered it as HER right.  I pressed on her belly--yeah cause I went to medical school--and she cried.  No fever.  No tummy ache.  But man, she was hurting.  I took her to Urgent Care as opposed to the ER.  I HATE the ER.  It's too crowded and too germie.  I have to be dying to go there.  And well, so do my kids.  Urgent care is a step up.  We were only there an hour.  Nice!  It was there, I realized it was her LEFT side not her RIGHT.  Guess what?  She needed to poop.  The doctor said she was very impacted and the intestine felt inflamed.  Well I thought I felt something...I guess I just learned something.  There is also no vital organs on that side.  It's just your large intestine, colon and rectum.  I know I said it's not a poop story...and it's not.

When I got home from taking the girls to school, I was so tired.  I was wiped out.  I told Ryan(he has PM Kindergarten) that Mama needed to rest.  I laid down on the couch to sleep rest while he watched TV.  He wanted a snack, and I asked him what he wanted.  "Chocolate Chips" was his answer.  I said,"No, you need a healthy snack. Okay bring them to me and get a bowl."  This is confessional.  I let him have chocolate chips.  The boy brings me the chips and a tupperware wannabe that holds like 4 quarts!  So I put two handfuls and he happily sits with his healthy snack.  Instead of telling him to put those chocolate chips away, I held onto them.  I also fell asleep.  Well some of those chocolate chips fell out and melted onto the back of my shirt.  I didn't know this.  At least not until I was at Wal-Mart with my mom who asked what in the world was on my shirt.

Looks pretty nasty!  But it's really chocolate.  Needless to say I bought me a new shirt and changed!

I have guilt issues.  I haven't had a chance to respond to many (if any) comments on yesterday's post.  And I haven't read hardly any blogs today.  I haven't been home much today.  And yet, I feel bad.  Like I am being rude or something. So if you haven't heard from me yet, you will.  I am working on it.  

I think that is all.  At least for this week.  I need to save material for next week! 
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Thursday, August 19, 2010

It's Not Easy Being Green

Kermit is always getting kicked around by Miss Piggy.  Poor Kemi.
Everyone says Oscar is a grouch.  I think Oscar knows what's going on! Besides if green were truly such a bad color, why would we bother to celebrate a day devoted entirely to GREEN!  I remembered this post, and felt it had to have a special encore appearance for this very topic.  Read it and tell me if you agree!
Yesterday for Saint Patrick's Day we all wore our traditional green.  Did you know the reason you wear green is so that the leprechauns can't see you?  If you don't wear green, then they can see you and they will pinch you.  Which is where pinching people when they aren't wearing green comes from.  Well none of us wanted to be seen so we all wore green.

I felt my food was in danger as well.  So I made us a cake.

 green of course.  Then I frosted it...

                                  Green frosting of course

How about.....



Kristin was in awe that I actually dyed the rice green.  She was a little uneasy about the safety of the rice.  I assured her it was safe to eat.  The picture doesn't do it justice.  The rice was bright bright green.  It was quite the sight.  It made the broccoli look so blah and sad.

What did you do for St.Patrick's Day?  

How is that for the color GREEN!?  This post was brought to you by...

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And now for:

Last week I mentioned flavors I may or may not have an aversion to.  Coconut is such an acquired taste.  Most people do not like its texture.  I for one, LOVE it.  I love everything coconut.  I love Mounds and Almond joy.  I love the smell.  It's good.  I love it as a stinky soap/body spray.  Yum.
Passion fruit makes me want to puke.  When I was a little kid, I drank some juice that was passion fruit flavor.  And right after I threw up.  It was lots of fun.  Yeah.  Scarred for life on that.  I can not tolerate it.
Vanilla is fine as ice cream and a flavoring in baking.  Anywhere else, it has to go away.  When I was pregnant with my son, it simply didn't sit well with me.  Still doesn't.
And now....drum roll please....
1.  I once sneaked a friend over to spend the night
2.  I once took off to my BF"s house sans shoes and walked 7miles to her house.
3.  I once hitched a ride to the mall because my mom wouldn't take me!
Can you guess? Link up and play! 


Wednesday, August 18, 2010

That's Going On My Blog!

My mom is not like other moms.  And I mean this in best possible way.  And not just cause she reads my blog!!  I think of her mother.  My Grandma.  She is a lot like her.  She is kind, loving, has wonderful advice and even has her white hair.  But my mom is different than her mom was.  I would say she is more like her aunt.  Her mom's baby sister.  

My mom will duel with pool noodles, wrapping paper and other such weapons.  I don't think my grandma would have done that.  

My mom will blow the paper wrapper of a straw at you at a restaurant.  I don't think my grandma would have done that.  My aunt just might!  

With my new found freedom, I was able to go to lunch with my mom yesterday.  We chose Chinese cause let's face it, the kids are not going to eat that!  Well in true spirit of silliness, I blew my paper wrapper at my mom.  Hit her on the shoulder.  It was a nice shot.  It even stuck to her.  Not wanting to be out done she retaliated.  However, she missed me.  And hit the man sitting behind me!  I thought we might pee from laughing so hard. As that party left, the gentleman she "assaulted" looked in our direction to see just who was responsible.  Imagine his surprise when he saw my mother!  But it's okay...I spilled sweet and sour sauce on my shorts.  It's all in the family.

What are you and your family like in public?

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Farts and Clowns...

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Maybe It's Just Me....

Maybe it is just me, but I always thought that the street was for the cars and the sidewalks was for the pedestrians.  Hypothetically, let's say a driver is pulling alongside a curb to park their vehicle.  And let's say that there are two women, one of which is pushing a stroller on the street.  And let's also note that there is ample room for the pedestrians that may or may not exist to move up to the sidewalk thus allowing the driver to pull over and park.  And let's also say it is painfully obvious that the driver is waiting for them to get their butts off the street move up to the sidewalk.  And let's say they do not, but instead continue walking on the street right past the driver.  I always thought the street was for the cars.  But maybe that is just me.

Maybe it is just me, but perhaps I am not the only one who wants to listen to other people's music.  I mean even if it is music I happen to like, though it rarely is.  What makes these people think I want to listen to their music?  Especially when said "music" so called is filled with filthy lyrics that my children are subjected too. 

Maybe it's just me, but sometimes when I am watching the news, when the weather comes on they are always complaining to the meteorologist.  Like he has something to do with it.  "When will this heat end?" and when it does, "What happened to summer?"  The same is true if it rains/snows.  "When we will see some of that wet/white stuff?"  "When will we have a break from all this rain/snow?"  Has anyone else noticed that?

Homework starts this week.  Maybe it's just me, but I think there is a bit too much piled on.  And sometimes, I think the "deciderer's" forget there are those of us who have more than one in school and in some cases, wee ones who still demand  need attention. 

Is it just me?