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  • Monday, April 30, 2007


    Hercules: The World's Biggest Dog Ever

    According to Guinness World Records, Hercules was recently awarded
    the honorable distinction of World's Biggest Dog by Guinness World
    Records. Hercules is an English Mastiff and who has a 38-inch neck and weighs 282 pounds.

    With "paws the size of softballs" (reports the Boston Herald), the three-year-old monster is far larger and heavier than his breed's standard 200lb. limit. Hercules's owner, Mr. Flynn, says that Hercules's weight is natural and not induced by a bizarre diet: "I fed him normal food and he just 'grew'. .. and grew... and grew... and grew."
    This can't be real, can it?

    Sunday, April 29, 2007

    Living Life Backwards...

    I want to live my next life backwards:

    You start out dead and get that out of the way.

    Then, you wake up in an old age home feeling better everyday.

    Then, you get kicked out for being too healthy.

    You enjoy your retirement and collect your pension.

    Then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day.

    You work 40 years until you're too young to work.

    You get ready for high school: drink alcohol, party, and you're generally promiscuous.

    Then, you go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, and you have no responsibilities.

    Then you become a baby, and then...

    You spend your last nine months floating peacefully in luxury, in spa-like conditions: central heating, room service on tap, and then...

    You finish off as an orgasm.

    I rest my case.

    Saturday, April 28, 2007

    A Gift To My Kids...

    Today is my Brother's birthday. He is a gift to my children and they love him very much. There could never be a better Uncle or a better Brother in our lives. See for yourself.
    Uncle is the only one who can help Jack reach the ceiling. No one else can do that with him. They are alike in so many ways.

    Livie adores her Uncle. He's gentle, playful, and she trusts him. They are pals.

    Happy Birthday, Brother! You have no idea how much you mean to all of us. Your thirst for knowledge; your inner drive; your creative all adds up to the wonderful person you are, the amazing person you have become, and the limitless future you will have.

    We love you!

    Friday, April 27, 2007

    I See A Car...

    Jack spoke his first full sentence last night. He looked out the dining room window and said, "I see a car." And then he ran to the front door, pointed out a car, and said it again. I just about died at that moment. Those of you who follow my posts know how long we've been worrying about his speech. I must say, though, that this was one-half of the icing on the cake. What floored me even more came at bedtime.

    He also said, "Good night," to all of us individually. When I put him in his crib, I asked him what my name was. He responded, "Mamama." That's what he calls me. And then he smiled, grabbed my hand, and said, "Good night." He knew what it meant and he meant what he said.

    I swear, I can see his brain grow and form new wrinkles every day. Each day, he learns something new. And I feel so lucky to be a part of it.

    Thursday, April 26, 2007

    The Next Planned Survivor Show...

    Three businessmen and three businesswomen will be dropped in a classroom for 6 weeks. Each business person will be provided with a copy of their school district's curriculum and a class of 28 students. Each class will have five learning-disabled children, three more with A.D.D., one gifted child, and two who speak limited English. Three others will be labeled as severe behavior problems.

    Each business person must complete lesson plans at least three days in advance with annotations for curriculum objectives and modify, organize, or create materials accordingly. They will be required to teach students, handle misconduct, implement technology, document attendance, write referrals, correct homework, make bulletin boards, compute grades, complete report cards, document benchmarks, communicate with parents, and arrange parent conferences.

    Participants must also supervise recess and monitor the hallways. In addition, they will complete drills for fire, tornadoes, and shooting attacks. They must attend workshops, faculty meetings, union meetings, and curriculum development meetings. A professional growth and learning plan is due before the winter holidays. They must also tutor those students who are behind and strive to get their two non-English speaking children proficient enough to take the state proficiency tests and Terra Nova.

    If contestants are sick or having a bad day they must not let it show. Each day they must incorporate reading, writing, math, science, and social studies into the program. They must maintain discipline and provide an educationally stimulating environment at all times.

    The business people will only have access to the golf course on the weekends, but on their new salary they will not be able to afford it anyway. There will be no access to vendors who want to take them out to lunch, and lunch will be limited to 30 minutes. On days when they do not have recess duty, the business people will be permitted to use the staff restroom as long as another survival candidate is supervising their class.

    Participants will be provided with a 30-minute planning period per day while their students are at specials. If the copier is operable, they may make copies of necessary materials at this time. The business people must continually advance their education on their own time and pay for this advanced training themselves. This can be accomplished by moonlighting at a second job or marrying someone with money.

    The winner will be allowed to return to his or her job!


    Wednesday, April 25, 2007

    Gas War!...

    You CAN make a difference!

    The following message was originally sent by a retired Coca-Cola executive. It came from one of his engineer buddies who retired from Halliburton. It's worth your consideration. Read on:

    Join the resistance! I hear we are going to hit close to $4.00 a gallon by next summer and it might go higher! Want gasoline prices to come down? We need to take some intelligent, united action. Phillip Hollsworth offered this good idea.

    This makes MUCH MORE SENSE than the "don't buy gas on a certain day" campaign that was going around last April or May! The oil companies just laughed at that because they knew we wouldn't continue to "hurt" ourselves by refusing to buy gas. It was more of an inconvenience to us than it was a problem for them.

    Whoever thought of this idea, has come up with a plan that can really work. Please read on and join with us! By now you're probably thinking gasoline priced at about $1.50 is super cheap. Me too! It is currently $3.29 for regular unleaded in my city. Now that the oil companies and the OPEC nations have conditioned us to think that the cost of a gallon of gas is CHEAP at $1.50 - $1.75, we need to take aggressive action to teach them that BUYERS control the marketplace.... not sellers. With the price of gasoline going up more each day, we consumers need to take action. The only way we are going to see the price of gas come down is if we hit someone in the pocketbook by not purchasing their gas! And, we can do that WITHOUT hurting ourselves. How? Since we all rely on our cars, we can't just stop buying gas. But we CAN have an impact on gas prices if we all act together to force a price war.

    Here's the idea:

    For the rest of this year, DON'T purchase ANY gasoline from the two biggest companies (which now are one), EXXON and MOBIL. If they are not selling any gas, they will be inclined to reduce their prices. If they reduce their prices, the other companies will have to follow suit.

    But to have an impact, we need to reach literally millions of Exxon and Mobil gas buyers. It's really simple to do! Now, don't wimp out at this point.... keep reading and I'll explain how simple it is to reach millions of people.

    I am hoping this post is read by at least 30 people. If each of us sends it to at least ten more (30 x 10 =3D 300) ... and those 300 send it to at least ten more (300 x 10 =3D 3,000)...and so on, by the time the message reaches the sixth group of people, we will have reached over THREE MILLION consumers. If those three million get excited and pass this on to ten friends each, then 30 million people will have been contacted! If it goes one level further, you guessed it..... THREE HUNDRED MILLION PEOPLE!!!

    Again, all you have to do is send this message to 10 people. That's all.

    How long would all that take? If each of us sends this post in an e-mail out to ten more people within one day of receipt, all 300 MILLION people could conceivably be contacted within the next 8 days!!!

    I'll bet you didn't think you and I had that much potential, did you?

    Acting together we can make a difference. If this makes sense to you, please pass this message on. I suggest that we not buy from Exxon/Mobil until they lower their prices to the $1.30 range and keep them down.


    Tuesday, April 24, 2007


    Jack's first meeting with his occupational therapist, Katherine, went very well. From what she saw of him today, he craves proprioceptive input. Activities such as tug-of-war, deep pressure (like big bear hugs), and carrying bags of groceries would help him. Who would've thought that a 2-year-old could be calmed by carrying groceries? Interesting.

    A person's proprioceptive sense is what tells you where your body is in relation to your environment. Spinning without getting dizzy (something he hasn't done in quite a while) was actually calming to Jack. That's why he'd never get dizzy; it organized him. All the activities my Brother sets up for him (the sand, the mulch, the pebbles, etc.) are very good for him. Apparently, this is how Jack learns best. He's a very active little guy and these activities calm him.

    He loves anything involving balance because he's testing his body and its limits. It's the same thing when he pounds his feet on the ground while walking backwards and falls on his butt, laughing; he's testing his body. Humming also calms him down, which is what he and I do before he goes to sleep. I ask him what song he wants to hear and he hums the first measure to it; I finish it for him. Sometimes it's only one song; sometimes it's many songs and then he's ready for bed.

    When Jack has a major meltdown, the only thing that sets him straight and calms him down is me holding him and singing to him. After a few minutes, he's back to being Jack, instead of "Dr. Jack-yll." Yelling has never worked and spanks are reserved only for when he's endangering himself or others. That's just the way it is.

    Katherine says that Jack will outgrow many of his behaviors, just like I outgrew banging my head (which I did for twelve years, so it doesn't surprise me that my own son has sensory issues). To this day, if I start banging my head or rocking, it is so calming to me that it's like I never stopped doing it. I can't explain it. I just know that I stopped because everyone around didn't do it, so I felt odd. I hope Jack never feels that way.

    All in all, Jack's OT went swimmingly well. I'm pleased with Katherine and Jack is, too. That's very important. It's crucial to me that he and his therapists form a bond from the get-go.

    I went to several sensory processing disorder websites and found some very cool information that is useful to me. This one is great! This one is, too. And this one had a petition that I signed to help encourage Sensory Processing Disorder to be recognized as a real condition by the DSM-V (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual). If you or anyone you know has a child with Sensory Processing Disorder, I urge you to pass the link to the petition along so that this condition can get recognized as a valid medical disorder. Maybe then more kids (and adults) will be able to get the help they need.

    Okay. Carry on as you were.

    Monday, April 23, 2007

    At One O'Clock This Afternoon...

    ...Jack will meet his Occupational Therapist for the first time. She'll come to our home and see him for one hour.

    I'll be getting out of work early for this. I'd like to meet his therapists the first time they come, especially if there are scheduling conflicts and they can't see him after I get home from work at 3:30pm. Wouldn't you want to meet who's working with your kid on such important issues? The first visit is sooooooo important and we've been waiting a long time for this to start, so I'm looking forward to it. Once summer comes, though, they can come at whatever time they wish because I'll be home.

    Wish us luck! You KNOW I'll be taking copious notes. Now, if only his speech therapist and his new developmental therapist (you know how I felt about the first one who called) would call...

    Sunday, April 22, 2007

    My Brother, The OT...

    My Brother should really be an occupational therapist. He has set up some wonderful activities for my son. Jack's sensory issues are calmed in so many ways after he gets done "playing" with my brother. It's amazing how he's a different boy when they're done.

    My Brother sets up outdoor activities involving sand, mulch, pea gravel, various "tools" to use with all the previous mentioned (metal garbage can lids, ceramic pots, etc.), the much-needed physical play (the kind that a boy can only get with another male), "ramps" and stepstools to exercise his balance on and gain confidence, etc. It's as if my Brother gets on Jack's level and thinks the way he does. He seems to understand him so well.

    A typical visit goes like this: rough play first followed by a snack or lunch, then the outdoor sensory activities sometimes followed by a walk to help transition out of those; a nap, and then Jack's a new boy.

    Seriously, my Brother really needs to become an occupational therapist. He has a remarkable influence on Jack. He does these things because he loves him so very much. Jack is a lucky boy.

    Saturday, April 21, 2007

    Kill Me Now...

    We have new neighbors. And they appear to be from the same trailer park as Britney Spears. Can you tell how excited I am about it?

    As they were moving their crap into their house in clear plastic bags, I was slightly amused until I realized something. They're my new neighbors!

    Picture it: a two-toned, rusty, older Silverado (that I see every time I look out my kitchen window); a Harley (perfect for when my babies are napping); long stringy/greasy hair; fans in the windows; and a house that smells like a dying old lady.

    Um. I swear I could just feel my property value going down. And I don't live in a shit neighborhood. This is a great area and we're paying for it. And every time I look out my window, I get to see BillyBob, PeggySue, and God-only-knows who else will come by. I can't tell if they have teeth.

    I can't wait to see them at this year's block party.

    Perhaps their looks are deceiving and I'm jumping to conclusions. Maybe they clean up well. I just have yet to see it. All I can keep thinking is that someone died and left them a lot of money for them to be able to live here.

    I'm such a bitch...a very honest one.

    (Watch. They're probably going to be the nicest people I've ever met and I'm going to feel like an ass for posting this. It'll be just my luck.)

    Friday, April 20, 2007


    What the hell is wrong with Katie Holmes? I guess life with Tom Cruise must be incredibly stressful. I've never seen a person get cold sores as frequently as she does. And they're not just cold sores; they're alive and multiplying! They take over her face!
    Seriously, Katie. Take some lysine (Scientology vitamins won't cut it) and stay out of the limelight. And pray that Suri doesn't inherit these from you.

    Thursday, April 19, 2007

    Blondie's Moving...

    In a couple of weeks, Blondie (my niece) is moving out of our house. She's actually going to be living just a few blocks from where I work. She and her boyfriend found a very nice place with reasonable rent in a quiet area near a very good friend of mine. She's going to be very, very happy there.

    It's been almost two years since she moved in with us. Hubby and I are going to miss her and the babies will, too. She's been living here since Jack was four and a half months old. She's not my daughter, but she's like the little sister I never had. I feel rather Mother Hen-ish with her. I'm a bit scared to see her fly from the nest, but I'm also ready to let her spread her wings.

    I can't wait to see her new place. I'm so proud of her!

    Wednesday, April 18, 2007

    An Order Of Small Fries...

    I received an interesting article from ParentCenter in my email today. Apparently, there is a formula that can calculate what your child's height will be when he/she is eighteen years old. There's more than a fifty percent chance the calculation will be correct within an inch (plus or minus).

    According to the stats I plugged in for Jack, he'll be 5'7" by the time he's eighteen. Since Livie's not two yet, I can't do the calculation for her. However, if her stats turn out to be the same as Jack's, she'll be 5'3" by the time she's eighteen.

    Yeah...we grow 'em small here. Just remember, it's not the dog in the fight; it's the fight in the dog. Heh...

    Tuesday, April 17, 2007

    Oh, Fuh!...

    Yeah, just look at the title and you know what this post is about.

    I spilled something yesterday and said, "Oh, fuck!" It's not out of the ordinary for me to use the f-word, really. I did, however, forget that there was a toddler in the room.

    Um...yeah. Jack said, "Oh, fuh!" I guess it's a good thing that he's not pronouncing the endings most of his words yet. And I wonder if he'd say that at the grocery store if I dropped something.

    What will the neighbors think? I guess I better teach him how to end his words. I wouldn't want him to be misunderstood. Heh...

    Monday, April 16, 2007

    Hurry Up, Already!...

    Many of you know that my son, Jack, will be receiving speech therapy, occupational therapy, and developmental therapy any day now. I don't know why it's taking so long for this to happen. And it's driving me nuts.

    I just want him to get the benefits of it all; the sooner it happens, the better off he'll be. Why, pray tell, does it have to entail so much red tape?

    He has to be phased out of Early Intervention once he's three. That gives him ten months to grow and learn from his therapies. Why must it initially take so long to get it?

    I'm getting very impatient, as you can see. Time is very important right now.

    Sunday, April 15, 2007

    That Poor Kid...

    I guess this picture gives the phrase, "having a crappy day," a new meaning. Ugh!

    Saturday, April 14, 2007

    Hear Ye! Hear Ye!...

    Jack had a hearing test this week to rule out any hearing loss as a reason for his speech delay.

    He passed with flying colors! He took three separate tests, all of which took place with him on my lap. It took about an hour (during his regular naptime) and he did remarkably well, putting on a show with all his charm. He did everything they asked him to do, too. And he took a nap as soon as we got home. I'm so proud of him!

    As far as speaking goes, he's still saying several new words each day. I'm losing track of how many words he actually says these days. That's a good sign. When he speaks, though, he tends to not end his words with the final consonant. I don't think it's such a big deal. I feel that speech therapy will correct that in due time.

    I had received a call from a developmental therapist earlier in the week and she rubbed me the wrong way. I just couldn't get past the first impression she made on me during our conversation, so I cancelled our appointment for this coming Monday and asked the intake coordinator to find Jack a new DT. She's already got someone in mind who'll be able to work with Jack, so I'm just waiting to hear from her next week, hopefully. The way I look at it, I AM his advocate right now, so I must do what's best for him. That's what a good Mama does.

    I still have yet to hear from his OT and his ST, so I'm very anxious to start his therapies. The sooner the better. And once I'm home in the summer, it'll be that much better for him.

    In other news, Livie smacked her forehead on the frame of one of our doors as she fell down. She's got a nice bruise from it. That kid hits the same spot on her forehead every time she hits her head. The last bruise just healed days ago and now there's a new one to take its place. Yeesh. It makes me feel bad for babies on the verge of walking. Their heads are so big and so hard to hold up sometimes. They can't help but fall head first.

    Livie is also eating with a fork (as long as I put the food on it, of course) and she won't eat any other way. She can also identify up, down, her belly, and her hair when I ask. Things are coming along nicely there.

    Other than that, I survived my first week back to work from Spring Break. I let my student teacher take over my classes this week, so it's been a breeze for me. Having a good student teacher in my class has its perks. Heh...

    Friday, April 13, 2007

    I'm So Scared Of This Guy...

    I don't know why, but Christopher Walken scares the hell out of me.

    Thursday, April 12, 2007


    Last week, my OB/GYN suggested I go for a baseline mammogram (now that I'm 35) in about four months. Since it hasn't been long since Livie was weaned, I have to wait several months to have it done. I am NOT looking forward to it at all.

    I did, however, come across a funny poem regarding mammograms and thought I'd share it here. If you don't have a penis, you'll totally understand this. As funny as the poem is, though, it makes me want to NOT get it done at all. Ick!

    Have a good laugh...

    For years and years they told me,
    Be careful of your breasts.
    Don't ever squeeze or bruise them.
    And give them monthly tests.

    So I heeded all their warnings,
    And protected them by law.
    Guarded them very carefully,
    And I always wore my bra.

    After 30 years of astute care,
    My gyno, Dr. Pruitt,
    Said I should get a Mammogram.
    "O.K," I said, "let's do it."

    "Stand up here real close" she said,
    (She got my boob in line),
    "And tell me when it hurts," she said,
    "Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."

    She stepped upon a pedal,
    I could not believe my eyes!
    A plastic plate came slamming down,
    My hooter's in a vise!

    My skin was stretched and mangled,
    From underneath my chin.
    My poor boob was being squashed,
    To Swedish Pancake thin.

    Excruciating pain I felt,
    Within it's vise-like grip.
    A prisoner in this vicious thing,
    My poor defenseless tit!

    "Take a deep breath" she said to me,
    Who does she think she's kidding?!?
    My chest is mashed in her machine,
    And woozy I am getting.

    "There, that's good," I heard her say,
    (The room was slowly swaying.)
    "Now, let's have a go at the other one."
    Have mercy, I was praying.

    It squeezed me from both up and down,
    It squeezed me from both sides.
    I'll bet SHE'S never had this done,
    To HER tender little hide.

    Next time that they make me do this,
    I will request a blindfold.
    I have no wish to see again,
    My knockers getting steamrolled.

    If I had no problem when I came in,
    I surely have one now.
    If there had been a cyst in there,
    It would have gone "ker-pow!"

    This machine was created by a man,
    Of this, I have no doubt.
    I'd like to stick his balls in there,
    And see how THEY come out!

    Wednesday, April 11, 2007

    A Perfect PBJ...

    Maybe I'm weird (okay, that's a given), but I don't think I eat my peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches the way most folks do.

    I put Nacho Cheese Doritos in the middle and I cannot eat a PBJ any other way. I've been doing it that way since I was a little kid and there's no changing it. I hope my children inherit that quirk from me.

    How about you? Do you have any eccentric tastes? Or am I just plain strange? (Um, yeah...don't answer that last question. Heh...)

    Tuesday, April 10, 2007

    Lovely Lady Lumps...

    Livie had her one-year check-up at the doctor's office yesterday. And she's living up to her nickname, Chubbyfat!

    In three months, Livie has gained three-and-a-half pounds, two inches in height, and three-quarters of an inch in head circumference. At one year old, she outweighs what Jack weighed at thirteen months. She's slightly shorter than what he was around that age, though.

    It's hard to believe that they're only a hair over a year apart. She's been wearing the same sized diaper as him for what seems like forever now. Yeesh.

    My little girl was weighed four times because they were sure something was wrong with the scale! At nine months, she weighed 17lbs., 6oz. Today, the first three measurements were 21lbs., 12oz. The last one, on a different scale, was 20lbs., 14oz., taken after I took off her diaper. I seriously doubt she had that much pee in it. So, that's nearly 21 pounds! And she's 29 inches tall! I'm sure you know babies who are/were bigger at one year old, but this is great news for me because she was breastfed exclusively for just short of a year. How about them apples?

    All in all, my daughter is short and stocky and my son is long and lean. Jack eats nothing but air these days and Livie eats whatever she can get her hands on. They are physically different, but they are alike in so many other ways.

    Healthy babies are what I'm most grateful for in my world.

    Monday, April 09, 2007

    It's Over...

    My Spring Break was officially over when I woke up this morning. I am going to miss my babies soooooo much; it isn't even funny.

    Livie has become extremely clingy to me since I've been home. She doesn't want to be with anyone other than me. While that's flattering, it also leaves me little time to go pee without her. I guess she really digs me. Heh...

    And Jack has been talking up a storm. He's learned so many new words, I can't even keep track anymore. I just know that we are able to communicate with each other and that's what matters most. He also seems happier because of it.

    I long for summer vacation already. And I wish for the financial freedom, no-strings-attached. If I didn't have to work, I wouldn't. I can accomplish so much with my kids when I'm home.

    Sniff, sniff, sigh...

    Sunday, April 08, 2007

    More Important To Me Than Easter...

    Dear Livie,

    I can't believe you're one year old today, Livie. You still feel so new to me. We have learned so much together and grown so much. It's so hard for me to watch you grow up sometimes. I just want to keep you little forever.
    It seems like only yesterday that I brought all 4 pounds, eleven ounces of you home. I can't believe they let me leave the hospital with you. You were the tiniest baby I'd ever seen or held. You were then and are now such a fighter. You certainly have quite a strong personality. You're a sweetie with the happiest eyes. You sure know how to make my heart melt a hundred different ways.

    I love being your Mama. And you love me, too. Every time you scream when I walk out of the room, I remind myself it's because you just think I'm so darn cool. Yeah, that's it. You cling to me like a spider to its web. I am your world and that's a great feeling.

    You are fearless, strong, clever, and beautiful. You have the ability to light up a room with your smile. You are my girl, my love, and my inspiration. And I love you all the way to the moon and back.


    Saturday, April 07, 2007

    Livie's First Birthday Party...

    Two lovely ladies...My Sister and my beautiful daughter Livie...

    Livie delicately grabbed the cake, unlike what her brother, Jack, would've done.

    What can I say? She loves birthday cake and pie.

    That's me with my sweet, sweet baby girl.
    These times are so precious to me.


    I feel crappy. My throat feels weird. It's not sore; it feels thick, if that makes any sense. It started the other night after I put the kids to bed and it hasn't gotten better. It sorta hurts to swallow, but not really. I can't explain it.

    I just might be on the verge of a cold/virus. It doesn't feel like allergies, even though I have them. Go figure. Spring Break is just about over and now my body is deciding to get sick. I guess I'm long overdue for some sort of Ick. It's been quite a while since I've been sick.


    We're also having Livie's first birthday (Gasp!) party for my side of the family today. Tomorrow is her actual birthday, though. Since my MIL is having Easter dinner, we'll celebrate Livie's birthday again over there. I can't believe my baby girl will be one year old. Sigh...

    Friday, April 06, 2007

    What The Hell Is THAT?...

    Sorry if this made you throw up a little in your mouth. Heh...

    Thursday, April 05, 2007

    Orphie's Day...

    Today is My Sister's birthday! She's also coming into town tonight with my youngest nephew, Bubba! I'm so excited!


    Jack and Livie can play and be kids and have fun and go crazy! It's going to be so cool!

    Oh. My. God. I'm so happy; I think a little pee just came out! Eeeeek!

    Happy Birthday, Orphie! I can't wait to see you!

    Wednesday, April 04, 2007

    She Likes Having Control, Just Like Her Mama...

    While you can't see her left foot moving forward (because I didn't snap the photos fast enough), you CAN tell that Livie got from Point A to Point B.
    And I don't know which of my two children is more fearless. Jack let her push him around and Liv was delighted to do the pushing.
    I'm really enjoying my Spring Break, so far. Now...if only I could get that office closet cleaned. Heh...

    Tuesday, April 03, 2007


    I absolutely hate having internal exams. My OB/GYN is pretty good about it. He's been in the field for over twenty years, so I'm sure he could do it in his sleep. Unlike my previous doctor, this one is as gentle as they come, so it's not agonizing for me.

    Yeah, I had to see my OB/GYN for my six-month check-up and to pick up another Rx for refills on my antidepressant. So, I had an internal exam to make sure all was well. I didn't need a Pap because I'd just had one six months ago.

    And now my insides just feel, for lack of a better word, disrupted. Does that make sense to anyone?

    I hate this feeling. It's not one I'll ever get used to, no matter how many children I bear. Gah!

    Monday, April 02, 2007

    Two If By Sea...

    I've been tagged by HoosierGirl. Read on.

    Two names I go by:

    Two things I am wearing right now:
    Fleece sweatshirt
    Pajama bottoms

    Two things I want in a relationship:

    Two of my favorite things to do:
    Play with my kids

    Two things I want very badly at the moment:
    A new cell phone
    Tattoos of my kids' names

    Two pets I have:
    Java, my Chocolate Labrador
    Linus, my niece's Corgi (who lives with us)

    Two people who will fill this out:
    I don't know, but if you do this meme, let me know.

    Two things I did last night:
    Gave the kids chocolate ice cream after dinner
    Attempted to take a nap (attempt thwarted by son who wouldn't take his nap)

    Two people who live in my house:
    There's more than two, so here goes: Hubby, Jack, Liv, Blondie (my niece), Java, and Linus

    Two things I’ve eaten today:

    Two people I last talked to:

    Two things I’m doing tomorrow:
    Cleaning out my office closet (Yikes!)

    Two longest car rides:
    Overland Park, Kansas to Minocqua, Wisconsin
    Chicago to Overland Park, Kansas

    My two favorite holidays:
    Christmas Eve

    My two favorite beverages:
    Iced tea

    My two favorite movies:
    "The Breakfast Club"

    Two of my favorite places:
    Maui (I was married there)
    Minocqua, Wisconsin

    And if you've read this far, you get a cookie for your ability to focus and not get bored. Heh...

    Sunday, April 01, 2007


    This is Jack's first fingerpainting masterpiece. Would you believe it if I told you that he didn't even stick his fingers in his mouth afterward? Well, he didn't and that's no April Fool's joke.
    We'll definitely be doing this again.