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Monday, March 17, 2008

Didn't know the Easter bunny was Irish didya??
Waiting for someone to throw candy
Will's leprechaun hat.
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St Patrick's Day 2008

Maggie's Steppin'!
The only way they'd look MORE Irish is if they had red hair!
Will had a GREAT time at the party
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Monday, March 10, 2008

What's Next? Locust?

How much more can this poor kid take?
In the past 2 months, Maggie has been healthy for about 3 weeks.

She started the year off with a wicked head cold. The kind where your face feels swollen? She said her eyes felt "big".
A few colds here & there; allergies acting up; that sort of thing.

Last week she had the flu. When I took her to the Dr's (after the 3rd straight day of 102 + temps) he agreed that she had flu. She got sick last Sunday. (The 1st) She did nothing but lie on the sofa all afternoon. Monday & Tuesday she stayed home with Joe. He would give Tylenol/Motrin and the fever would go down, but she was still very sick. She wouldn't eat, could only keep sips of water down. Nothing tasted good to her. She usually likes Gatorade, but she wanted nothing to do with it. She finally started coming around Friday. Saturday & Sunday she was back to her old self. She even helped me with the laundry & dusting.
Spent the better part of Sunday harassing Will. Sunday morning she even demanded "REAL pancakes, not the frozen kind", after seeing this kid refuse food for a whole week (she even turn down Jell-O!), I made her pancakes. REAL pancakes. Extra butter & syrup.

This morning she woke up with "ear-juice". While we were at the Dr's, he was looking at her ears & found a hard, chunk of wax that he could not get out with his little scooper-outer-thing. He told me to put a couple drops of mineral oil in her ears every other day & that would "melt" some of the wax. If I didn't see the wax plug come out in 7 - 10 days, she was to go back in. I was hoping (HA!!) it was just that. No such luck.

Daycare just called. She's running a 101.6 temp & complaining that her throat/ear/belly/head hurts. Joe just went to daycare & picked her up & said the gunk is flowing out of her ear. Eww.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Good News on a Sad day

The good news??

My friend here at work had her ultrasound this morning. A BOY! They are so excited. They already have a girl. Delaney turns 2 in April.

My Internet friend had her ultrasound today. It's a....... BABY! Of the human variety. They are so excited. They already have a boy.

The sad news?

I just realized that today was my due date. 2 years ago. So.

Bittersweet, huh? Actually, not too bad.
I look at like this: If I DIDN'T have the miscarriage, I probably wouldn't have started blogging & got to meet & know all of you fine people.

Also, there would be no Will. I can't even imagine.

Monday, March 03, 2008

TAGGED! oh crap

Thanks to DD for tagging me with this: <~that was my sarcastic voice... (I kind of hate MeMes), but since I love, love, LOVE DD, I'll do it.

The Rules:

1) Link to the person who tagged you.
2) Post the rules.
3) Share six non-important things / habits / quirks about yourself.
4) Tag at least three people.
5) Make sure the people you tagged KNOW you tagged them by commenting what you did.

1. Check.
2. Check.
3. You asked for it: I'm the most boring person on the face of the planet.

a. I listen to news radio CONSTANTLY in the car. It started when I was going to the beach house & needed to know the traffic situations. Even though they give Traffic-on-the-2's & Weather-on-the-8's I always seemed to miss them. We're usually too busy playing "I Spy" or "Guess the Animal".

b. I watch "Ghost-Hunters". It pisses me off EVERY episode because they NEVER "catch" anything. Just once, I'd like to see them get a full body apparitionof a ghost giving Grant the finger on camera or a really clear EVP. "Hi, My name is Frank. I am the ghost here, now get the hell out of my house!"

c. When I pluck my left eyebrow, it always makes me sneeze. Never the right side, just the left.

d. I majored in Culinary Arts in high school. I really enjoy prepping & cooking; I especially enjoy baking. I married a man who likes everything PLAIN. He would eat meat loaf every night if I would cook it for him. No spices, sauces or "fancy-schmancy" foods for him. SIGH. I miss real cooking.

e. I am "directionally challenged".

f. I have 7 siblings. 5 older brothers, one younger sister, one younger brother.

4. Tagging Christy, TCole and Kate

5. Check.

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Mother Pus Bucket!

What a way to start the weekend.

I was gently awakened from my peaceful slumber by Maggie poking me in the forehead saying, "Wake up sleepyhead!" I opened one eye & saw that it was 6:45. What 4 1/2 year old wakes up at 6:45 on a SATURDAY??! I roll out of bed, get dressed, feed the little so and so her breakfast. Go back upstairs, wake Will who has once again, peed through his Pamper & soaked the bedding. The bedding that I washed Friday afternoon & put on his bed last night! I should have taken that as an omen & gone back to bed.

I loaded the kids into the truck & drove to the bank. I HATE going to the bank. I had to cash my paycheck from the 2nd job. They do not offer direct deposit.
I took a second job cleaning offices. People, be nice to your cleaning crew. Please don't throw half empty cups of coffee in your wastebasket. Don't try to see if you can stuff that Overnight envelope into your trashcan; the liners, they are cheap. They rip. Most companies put a spare bag in your trash can (I do, anyway) use it.
Aaaannyway, we're at the bank. I park the truck, get the kids out, there is a pickup truck waiting to get out. I stand at the bumper of my truck & wave him on. There is a car parked (illegally) at the MAC machine. White truck goes around the car & smashes into the side of my truck, breaking a piece of trim & the tail light. No major damage right? Dude gets out of his truck, comes over & makes a big fuss about how sorry he is & makes all friendly with the kids. There is no need for the cops since no one was hurt & the damage is minimal. He writes down his name, address & phone # and gives me the name of his mechanic so I can take the truck there & he'll pay to have it fixed. Cool. Off we go. I go to the bank, go to Target, get back home & call Joe at work to tell him about the taillight.
Joe says, "Oh, give me his information, I'll call him & tell him that it's no big deal, we can get the taillight for about $20.00, I can fix it myself." I give him the info & He calls back telling me that some little old lady answered the phone & had never heard of David Stone (the name the guy gave me).
Since Joe is a cop, he logged into whatever system the cops use to track people down and ran the info that I gave him & there is no such address. Son of a Bitch!

At least I'm pretty sure the guy is local since he was at the bank branch. It's a stand alone branch so there was no other place of business he could have been there using. I didn't bother checking his license since I had the kids there & was in a hurry. What an ass I am. But, I'm an ass with a mile wide mean streak. I didn't get the guys plate #, but I DO remember what the truck looked like & I'm VERY good with remembering faces, so if I see this loser around again, you can be sure that I will get his name & CORRECT information and this $20.00 lens that he's trying to dick me out of will be MUCH more expensive.

Man, it sucks to be me lately. But hopefully, good times are rolling around again. It's only 1 more month til we can open the trailer, the Phillies are back on the field & daylight savings starts again on the 9th!