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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Tuesday's Topic - Ry guy
Last week. or was it almost 2. hmm. any hew. Ryan and Nathan were loading my couch cushions in the middle of the floor and at some point decided it set the perfect scene for a boxing match.
My little haymaker hit one below the belt knocking Ryan clean off his feet whacking his head in to the ropes aka the book shelf.
It wasn't a long cut. Just had some depth to it. After describing it to the nurse she had me come in. They glued it shut. also glued his hair to his head. still stuck today.
I'm pretty sure that next time I'll just stay home and apply the super glue myself. Save everyone the time.
WHILE we were there..getting his head glued up....I mentioned in passing that he still had this limp thing. I had mentioned it the year before and we decided to just keep our eye on it. Imagine my surprise that a year later....still there. (I promise I'm much more attentive that I'm making myself sound in this post)
Thing with his limp is....it's not always noticeable.
Our ped thought by my description that it sounded like a hip issue. So in we went for x-rays.
Nothing.
That night we asked him about his leg and asked him what hurt (which we've done several times) and he pointed to his foot.
We went in and had x-rays done on his foot.
Nothing.
She sent us in to have his blood drawn. She was checking for inflammation markers that would rule in or out rheumatoid arthritis....which was such an ugly outcome that I almost didn't have his blood tested. but I did, and..
Normal.
So now we head to see an orthopedist. Middle of March.
We have no idea why he limps. I'm certain it's because he's a twin. and if not it's because of his donor. :)
Which rules out my eating watchamacalits my entire pregnancy or kneeling on him whildst trying to change his diapers as a mobile infant/toddler. No wait. it was Nate that I had to pin down. So yip. it's his donor.
The GREAT news is. While waiting to x-ray his foot they noticed a slight fever and so I mentioned that he said his ear hurt an hour earlier. She looked and badda bing....ear infection.
Now TELL ME ! When are you SO SO lucky, that you are ALREADY IN the doctors office when you need a doctor for something. I mean, beside the reason you are already there.
NEAT right.
We left with pictures of his perfect little foot and a prescription for antibiotics for his ear.
Now I'd like not to find anything. but at the same time, I'd sure like to know why he limps sometimes. I mean, besides his donor. I kept trying to convince the doctor he did it to be a cool punk yo yo daddy. Maybe, just maybe...that'll be the case.
Ryan was carrying around the microphone to the wii. He sings his own super hero theme song wherever he goes...it was only suiting that he have a microphone this time.
He was sitting in my lap and let me sing a song with him. (mind you we were not singing to the wii...but upstairs in a chair to our own tune) I chose Mr. Postman by the Carpenters. After only a sentence he pulled the mic away from my mouth. I ever so gently pulled it back and continued. He pulled it away again...with more force this time....so I once again carefully placed my hands over his and pulled it back to my lips. He flipped the switch on the side and said, "mama, it's off now. don't sing. it's off !"
When I didn't listen and only sang louder, he pulled it away and stood up.
I showed him by flippin the old stand by microthumb out and finished my song.
Nate thought that singing into your thumb was cool and happily joined in. Ryan walked a few feet away.....flipped the microphone back to the on position and finished his song. his way :)
LOVE THAT KID !
My little haymaker hit one below the belt knocking Ryan clean off his feet whacking his head in to the ropes aka the book shelf.
It wasn't a long cut. Just had some depth to it. After describing it to the nurse she had me come in. They glued it shut. also glued his hair to his head. still stuck today.
I'm pretty sure that next time I'll just stay home and apply the super glue myself. Save everyone the time.
WHILE we were there..getting his head glued up....I mentioned in passing that he still had this limp thing. I had mentioned it the year before and we decided to just keep our eye on it. Imagine my surprise that a year later....still there. (I promise I'm much more attentive that I'm making myself sound in this post)
Thing with his limp is....it's not always noticeable.
Our ped thought by my description that it sounded like a hip issue. So in we went for x-rays.
Nothing.
That night we asked him about his leg and asked him what hurt (which we've done several times) and he pointed to his foot.
We went in and had x-rays done on his foot.
Nothing.
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| He did great considering that he's my most hesitant child. |
She sent us in to have his blood drawn. She was checking for inflammation markers that would rule in or out rheumatoid arthritis....which was such an ugly outcome that I almost didn't have his blood tested. but I did, and..
Normal.
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| Why I love this picture. Because he's in it. and then because Ryan got to choose his prize out of the prize box and the color of bandage for his arm. The nurse first offered green or blue but then re phrased and offered whatever color. He picked the pink with purple hearts. :) And I love that nurse for letting him choose. |
So now we head to see an orthopedist. Middle of March.
We have no idea why he limps. I'm certain it's because he's a twin. and if not it's because of his donor. :)
Which rules out my eating watchamacalits my entire pregnancy or kneeling on him whildst trying to change his diapers as a mobile infant/toddler. No wait. it was Nate that I had to pin down. So yip. it's his donor.
The GREAT news is. While waiting to x-ray his foot they noticed a slight fever and so I mentioned that he said his ear hurt an hour earlier. She looked and badda bing....ear infection.
Now TELL ME ! When are you SO SO lucky, that you are ALREADY IN the doctors office when you need a doctor for something. I mean, beside the reason you are already there.
NEAT right.
We left with pictures of his perfect little foot and a prescription for antibiotics for his ear.
Now I'd like not to find anything. but at the same time, I'd sure like to know why he limps sometimes. I mean, besides his donor. I kept trying to convince the doctor he did it to be a cool punk yo yo daddy. Maybe, just maybe...that'll be the case.
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He was sitting in my lap and let me sing a song with him. (mind you we were not singing to the wii...but upstairs in a chair to our own tune) I chose Mr. Postman by the Carpenters. After only a sentence he pulled the mic away from my mouth. I ever so gently pulled it back and continued. He pulled it away again...with more force this time....so I once again carefully placed my hands over his and pulled it back to my lips. He flipped the switch on the side and said, "mama, it's off now. don't sing. it's off !"
When I didn't listen and only sang louder, he pulled it away and stood up.
I showed him by flippin the old stand by microthumb out and finished my song.
Nate thought that singing into your thumb was cool and happily joined in. Ryan walked a few feet away.....flipped the microphone back to the on position and finished his song. his way :)
LOVE THAT KID !
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Karlynn forever
I went to the dermatologist yesterday. I was having a mole removed on my neck.
What was once my signature mole started morphing into something that resembled a hairy nipple.
Wasn't there a drink called the hairy nipple ?
Or maybe it was a drink that PUT hair on your nipples. ah well.
Oddly none of my babies ever tried latching on to it. Maybe it was the hair part that deterred them.
So my mom had melanoma a few years ago...and I'm a holey moley roller too so I went to get this thing cut off of my neck a year ago.
Because frankly that thing HAD to be cancerous and if not it was my parasitic twin trying to all of a sudden get out. She nearly had as much hair as me.
ANY hew. He didn't say a thing about the itchy mole on my neck but did remove a mole down under my drapes. (tummy twin skin twice) It came back as having moderate A typical cells. Whatever. All that meant was, that I had to be checked more regularly.
Back to yesterdays appointment. I was going back to have him remove, we'll call her Karlynn, off of my neck.
I had taken all 5 of my kids to a dentist appointment that morning and had to be up and ready to go before 7 am....so I didn't shave my 2000 parts. Just cleaned up my armpits.
So here I am....at the dermatologists office and the nurse comes in and we talk about removing Karlynn and she leaves and the doctor comes in and says....you had a mole removed with A typical cells a year ago. I like to follow up every year. Here's your gown.
It's as if I had eaten a bean burrito for dinner and had leftovers for breakfast. JUST like that I was gassy....because you know me...every time a doctor tells me to get naked I feel like I need to pass gas.
(why the hell does that happen to me ?)
LUCKILY my underwear were relatively normal. clean. no holes.
But OH MY GAWD Marsha. Remember my hairy legs ?
Now they aren't THAT hairy...but it's still that thick. and black. and short or long, there's no getting around it. I'm hairy.
Oh my great gracious grandmother....and lets not get into my drapes + 20 lbs and if I would have known he was going to make me take my clothes off I would have at LEAST thrown down some push ups and a few crunches before he came in.
Sadly no. It was all me. Hanging out for him to see. To see with that damn hand held microscope I might add. WHICH I saw through and adds at LEAST 10 lbs per square inch. I think they should add a little flag to it that says, warning...objects appear a lot Larger.
He removed Karlynn....I asked if after they analyze her at the lab if I could have her back....you know...to bury her properly. and if not, it'd always be nice to have a spare nipple. just in case I lose one of mine in some weekend titty twister contest that I've considered entering.
(sniff, sniff)
I'm including this picture of you Karlynn....because it makes you look small....flat...and bald. Like me when I was 12.
I'm sorry it had to end this way. I'm thinking of having Karlynn forever tattooed on my drapes in memory of you. Thing is, it'd be read....Konlunn foneuen....because of the folds in said drapes. And knowing my luck that means something super naughty in another language. Great. So now it looks like I tattooed some tasteless remark just above my pubic area and my Dermatologist probably went on a mission there and speaks the language. Wouldn't that be something. Read that at 10x it's size in his little dermatoscope at my next appointment. I'm pretty sure he'll say....."no thank you" just before he tells me to get dressed and leaves the room.
(sigh)
And I don't know what would be worse at that point. Trying to pull out my skin to reveal the real message.....or just letting it go with Konlunn foneuen.
What was once my signature mole started morphing into something that resembled a hairy nipple.
Wasn't there a drink called the hairy nipple ?
Or maybe it was a drink that PUT hair on your nipples. ah well.
Oddly none of my babies ever tried latching on to it. Maybe it was the hair part that deterred them.
So my mom had melanoma a few years ago...and I'm a holey moley roller too so I went to get this thing cut off of my neck a year ago.
Because frankly that thing HAD to be cancerous and if not it was my parasitic twin trying to all of a sudden get out. She nearly had as much hair as me.
ANY hew. He didn't say a thing about the itchy mole on my neck but did remove a mole down under my drapes. (tummy twin skin twice) It came back as having moderate A typical cells. Whatever. All that meant was, that I had to be checked more regularly.
Back to yesterdays appointment. I was going back to have him remove, we'll call her Karlynn, off of my neck.
I had taken all 5 of my kids to a dentist appointment that morning and had to be up and ready to go before 7 am....so I didn't shave my 2000 parts. Just cleaned up my armpits.
So here I am....at the dermatologists office and the nurse comes in and we talk about removing Karlynn and she leaves and the doctor comes in and says....you had a mole removed with A typical cells a year ago. I like to follow up every year. Here's your gown.
It's as if I had eaten a bean burrito for dinner and had leftovers for breakfast. JUST like that I was gassy....because you know me...every time a doctor tells me to get naked I feel like I need to pass gas.
(why the hell does that happen to me ?)
LUCKILY my underwear were relatively normal. clean. no holes.
But OH MY GAWD Marsha. Remember my hairy legs ?
Now they aren't THAT hairy...but it's still that thick. and black. and short or long, there's no getting around it. I'm hairy.
Oh my great gracious grandmother....and lets not get into my drapes + 20 lbs and if I would have known he was going to make me take my clothes off I would have at LEAST thrown down some push ups and a few crunches before he came in.
Sadly no. It was all me. Hanging out for him to see. To see with that damn hand held microscope I might add. WHICH I saw through and adds at LEAST 10 lbs per square inch. I think they should add a little flag to it that says, warning...objects appear a lot Larger.
He removed Karlynn....I asked if after they analyze her at the lab if I could have her back....you know...to bury her properly. and if not, it'd always be nice to have a spare nipple. just in case I lose one of mine in some weekend titty twister contest that I've considered entering.
(sniff, sniff)
I'm including this picture of you Karlynn....because it makes you look small....flat...and bald. Like me when I was 12.
I'm sorry it had to end this way. I'm thinking of having Karlynn forever tattooed on my drapes in memory of you. Thing is, it'd be read....Konlunn foneuen....because of the folds in said drapes. And knowing my luck that means something super naughty in another language. Great. So now it looks like I tattooed some tasteless remark just above my pubic area and my Dermatologist probably went on a mission there and speaks the language. Wouldn't that be something. Read that at 10x it's size in his little dermatoscope at my next appointment. I'm pretty sure he'll say....."no thank you" just before he tells me to get dressed and leaves the room.
(sigh)
And I don't know what would be worse at that point. Trying to pull out my skin to reveal the real message.....or just letting it go with Konlunn foneuen.
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| I know I know not bad you say. just be glad this shit aint in 3-D. |
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Kids say !
Damn it. I'm SO not good at this. I'm super good at telling everyone else to write shit down so they don't forget....but when it comes to me....apparently if it's not about me....I drop the ball.
NOT THIS TIME though ! (see me wearing a supermom cape, complete with boots and hands on hip)
I told you it had to be about me.
whatever.
Nathan went with our friend to pick up some pizza....we were having a little play date.
The waiting area was crazy busy and in walks a man and joins the line right behind them.
Nate man announces, in the only voice he seems to have which is not so much an inside or an outside voice...maybe a combination of the two - "He's a dad"
My friend smiles and acknowledges him - "yip, he's a dad"
The man also joins in, "yes I am a dad. and I have a little one about your age at home."
Nathan pauses for a minute and then continues. "I have a dad too. I have a Mommy J. She's our dad"
To which the man didn't join in and my sweet friend just smiled and said, "yip, you have a Mommy J"
:)
Sydney had a play date with one of her lifelong BFF's. Her friend just got baptized this last weekend and was wearing a CTR ring. (it's a ring that the LDS church has that stands for Choose The Right....it's something given to a lot of 8yr olds to "remind" them to choose the right when they're baptized...but Mormons of all ages wear them)
As they were driving in the car her friend said, "Syd, do you want to wear my CTR ring. It's a Choose The Right ring ?"
Sydney replies simply, "No. Because I DON'T choose the right !"
Nice.
Ok, and because I just remembered this and it has to do with the whole church thing. Remember a minute ago when I posted about being baptized and my mom taking Syd to church.
This was a story I didn't mention then but thought was kind of funny.
Apparently while Syd was in her primary class at church. The teacher was giving her lesson and asked the 4 kids a question about a scripture or story or something. Sydney was the only one willing to participate and the teacher asked, "Syd, do you know ?" To which she replied, "No...but my mom sucked a macaroni noodle out of my brothers nose with the vacuum cleaner."
yip. nice.
Now for a question. When faced with a child. A middle child. Ok, Spencer. Who seems to be stuck in the phase....."Why does SHE get the first piece ? Why did HE get to go first ? Why does she get to pick ? Why did HE get the green cup ? Why does HE get to sit there ?............etc."
OMG people. It's driving us completely mad.
I try to explain to him that he got to choose first last time. Or that she was at the table first. Or that Everyone Has the Same Fucking Amount.
It's exhausting. and a lot of the time he's just so frustrated and mad that he's not listening to what I say any ways.
Is there a magic trick to this behavior ?
We've tried the - you get what you get so don't throw a fit. ooooh that pisses my kids off. We've only used it a couple of times...but hot damn it lights a fire. We don't use that so much anymore.
We've tried to verbalize, ok....this time Cam gets to pick....next time it's Spencer's and then Nathan's
Tips people ? anyone ? anyone ?
I'll give a prize to the best suggestion !
Coming soon ! Hip dysplasia, super glue and ear infections.
hint : they all have to do with this cutie batootie right here.
NOT THIS TIME though ! (see me wearing a supermom cape, complete with boots and hands on hip)
I told you it had to be about me.
whatever.
Nathan went with our friend to pick up some pizza....we were having a little play date.
The waiting area was crazy busy and in walks a man and joins the line right behind them.
Nate man announces, in the only voice he seems to have which is not so much an inside or an outside voice...maybe a combination of the two - "He's a dad"
My friend smiles and acknowledges him - "yip, he's a dad"
The man also joins in, "yes I am a dad. and I have a little one about your age at home."
Nathan pauses for a minute and then continues. "I have a dad too. I have a Mommy J. She's our dad"
To which the man didn't join in and my sweet friend just smiled and said, "yip, you have a Mommy J"
:)
Sydney had a play date with one of her lifelong BFF's. Her friend just got baptized this last weekend and was wearing a CTR ring. (it's a ring that the LDS church has that stands for Choose The Right....it's something given to a lot of 8yr olds to "remind" them to choose the right when they're baptized...but Mormons of all ages wear them)
As they were driving in the car her friend said, "Syd, do you want to wear my CTR ring. It's a Choose The Right ring ?"
Sydney replies simply, "No. Because I DON'T choose the right !"
Nice.
Ok, and because I just remembered this and it has to do with the whole church thing. Remember a minute ago when I posted about being baptized and my mom taking Syd to church.
This was a story I didn't mention then but thought was kind of funny.
Apparently while Syd was in her primary class at church. The teacher was giving her lesson and asked the 4 kids a question about a scripture or story or something. Sydney was the only one willing to participate and the teacher asked, "Syd, do you know ?" To which she replied, "No...but my mom sucked a macaroni noodle out of my brothers nose with the vacuum cleaner."
yip. nice.
Now for a question. When faced with a child. A middle child. Ok, Spencer. Who seems to be stuck in the phase....."Why does SHE get the first piece ? Why did HE get to go first ? Why does she get to pick ? Why did HE get the green cup ? Why does HE get to sit there ?............etc."
OMG people. It's driving us completely mad.
I try to explain to him that he got to choose first last time. Or that she was at the table first. Or that Everyone Has the Same Fucking Amount.
It's exhausting. and a lot of the time he's just so frustrated and mad that he's not listening to what I say any ways.
Is there a magic trick to this behavior ?
We've tried the - you get what you get so don't throw a fit. ooooh that pisses my kids off. We've only used it a couple of times...but hot damn it lights a fire. We don't use that so much anymore.
We've tried to verbalize, ok....this time Cam gets to pick....next time it's Spencer's and then Nathan's
Tips people ? anyone ? anyone ?
I'll give a prize to the best suggestion !
Coming soon ! Hip dysplasia, super glue and ear infections.
hint : they all have to do with this cutie batootie right here.
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Monday, February 20, 2012
ooh I love you soooooo much (with clenched teeth)
It's interesting to me to learn about others upbringings. To witness the current upbringings around me.
I like to know how it was growing up when I know someone and the kind of person they are today.
I'm always trying to learn new ways to bring up happy and healthy kids with the examples of others.
I found out that my wife's parents were not the huggy touchy kind of parents at all. They never said I Love You. Ever. (that she can remember) J knew that she was loved....but it was never shown with cuddles and whispered words. Her parents never wrestled or played with them. All of it seems so foreign to me and leaned on the side of child abuse. How can a parent not play with their kids ? How can you not sweep them up and using as much self control as you can to hug them until the breath leaves their little bodies with a grunt. How do parents stop themselves from saying I love you again and again and again.
Thing is. I think a lot of parents are like hers. Maybe not to the extreme of never, but are still conservative with the lovey dovey stuff.
My dad had a hard shell when I was growing up. Stern, spare the rod spoil the child, quiet type. But on the weekends he would often tickle and wrestle with us....chase us through the house. I think it was his way of breaking free of all of that rough exterior.
My mom was the balance. If she wasn't hugging you and telling you that she loved you she was trying to get you to sit on her lap or cuddle up with her on the couch to keep her feet warm.
I remember my parents taking us to do fun stuff. Local roller coaster parks. Camping. Swimming. My dad was really big on horseback riding, ice skating and bowling. But they didn't play with us. They didn't swim and skate with us. They didn't hunt for creatures in the forest or collect rocks with us. They watched us do it.
Nevertheless.
My wife turned out to be a WONDERFUL and contributing citizen in this world. She's thoughtful, she's caring, she's honest. She has actively worked on being lovey dovey with our kids....she plays with them....swims with them....tells them that she loves them.
I guess what I'm saying is....in my little bit of research on this subject.....you can smother kids with love or you can find other ways of letting them know that you love them. Either way.....they'll grow up and be gay.
BWAAAA HAA HA HA I didn't mean that....it just came out.
No, what I was going to say was, it seems that they will turn out just fine.
I however, choose to play, to kiss, to hug too hard.
Spencer surfed too. He went down and made it all the way to the bottom standing. We had him do it again....and of course he fell 1/2 way down. Just know that the biff's are better than the bests.
I like to know how it was growing up when I know someone and the kind of person they are today.
I'm always trying to learn new ways to bring up happy and healthy kids with the examples of others.
I found out that my wife's parents were not the huggy touchy kind of parents at all. They never said I Love You. Ever. (that she can remember) J knew that she was loved....but it was never shown with cuddles and whispered words. Her parents never wrestled or played with them. All of it seems so foreign to me and leaned on the side of child abuse. How can a parent not play with their kids ? How can you not sweep them up and using as much self control as you can to hug them until the breath leaves their little bodies with a grunt. How do parents stop themselves from saying I love you again and again and again.
Thing is. I think a lot of parents are like hers. Maybe not to the extreme of never, but are still conservative with the lovey dovey stuff.
My dad had a hard shell when I was growing up. Stern, spare the rod spoil the child, quiet type. But on the weekends he would often tickle and wrestle with us....chase us through the house. I think it was his way of breaking free of all of that rough exterior.
My mom was the balance. If she wasn't hugging you and telling you that she loved you she was trying to get you to sit on her lap or cuddle up with her on the couch to keep her feet warm.
I remember my parents taking us to do fun stuff. Local roller coaster parks. Camping. Swimming. My dad was really big on horseback riding, ice skating and bowling. But they didn't play with us. They didn't swim and skate with us. They didn't hunt for creatures in the forest or collect rocks with us. They watched us do it.
Nevertheless.
My wife turned out to be a WONDERFUL and contributing citizen in this world. She's thoughtful, she's caring, she's honest. She has actively worked on being lovey dovey with our kids....she plays with them....swims with them....tells them that she loves them.
I guess what I'm saying is....in my little bit of research on this subject.....you can smother kids with love or you can find other ways of letting them know that you love them. Either way.....they'll grow up and be gay.
BWAAAA HAA HA HA I didn't mean that....it just came out.
No, what I was going to say was, it seems that they will turn out just fine.
I however, choose to play, to kiss, to hug too hard.
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| Nate |
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| double decker |
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| Cam |
At one point...and I'm not sure when it happened....we decided that even going down double decker on our stomachs wasn't exciting enough. We decided to try a surf/snowboard style ride.
Spencer surfed too. He went down and made it all the way to the bottom standing. We had him do it again....and of course he fell 1/2 way down. Just know that the biff's are better than the bests.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
It was May 25th 1991
I was with my first girlfriend. We were all decked out in our ripped up levi's and black boots (worn outside of our pants) Our hair was big and we were maybe 17 rows back at a Whitney Houston concert at the Delta Center in Salt Lake City.
There was this whole song and dance before she came out, you know the build up.....I can clearly remember and will never forget the feeling that rushed through my body as my eyes darted from one side of the stage to the other looking for that first glimpse of her. The music grew bigger and so did the smoke covering the stage and then, there she was.
She was just as beautiful as I always knew she would be. Holy Shit I felt like I was in a dream. It's amazing how someone you don't know at all....can send your insides bouncing off the top of your head like a pogo stick.
I honestly wanted to cry I was overwhelmed with so many emotions. And then she started singing and tears actually welled up in my eyes but I was screaming and jumping up and down too much to ever really let myself go there.
The 2nd song came on and there was this big group of us on the left hand side of the stage seating area that were out of our seats and yelling, whistling and waving our hands all over the place. And as if it was rehearsed.....everyone but us settled in their chairs at what seemed like the exact same moment....and in that moment...Whitney looked over at me and my girlfriend and pointed to us and gave that sassy little quick laugh with her signature nose scrunch and eye smile. We both melted back into our seats.
My head ached from the excitement of it all and my ears didn't stop ringing for 2 days. but I'll never forget it. One moment in time. (I know I know)
About 2 years ago I was singing to one of her songs.......I think I said to J, "I don't care what she does....I will always love her." Syd piped in with, "You don't care what who does mommy ? Who are you talking about."
I put up a hold on a minute finger while I finished big and then told her, "The best and most amazing singer ever Syd.....you'll never get to see her in your lifetime though. She'll be gone long before then."
And sadly. I was right.
Whitney...I will always love you !
There was this whole song and dance before she came out, you know the build up.....I can clearly remember and will never forget the feeling that rushed through my body as my eyes darted from one side of the stage to the other looking for that first glimpse of her. The music grew bigger and so did the smoke covering the stage and then, there she was.
She was just as beautiful as I always knew she would be. Holy Shit I felt like I was in a dream. It's amazing how someone you don't know at all....can send your insides bouncing off the top of your head like a pogo stick.
I honestly wanted to cry I was overwhelmed with so many emotions. And then she started singing and tears actually welled up in my eyes but I was screaming and jumping up and down too much to ever really let myself go there.
The 2nd song came on and there was this big group of us on the left hand side of the stage seating area that were out of our seats and yelling, whistling and waving our hands all over the place. And as if it was rehearsed.....everyone but us settled in their chairs at what seemed like the exact same moment....and in that moment...Whitney looked over at me and my girlfriend and pointed to us and gave that sassy little quick laugh with her signature nose scrunch and eye smile. We both melted back into our seats.
My head ached from the excitement of it all and my ears didn't stop ringing for 2 days. but I'll never forget it. One moment in time. (I know I know)
About 2 years ago I was singing to one of her songs.......I think I said to J, "I don't care what she does....I will always love her." Syd piped in with, "You don't care what who does mommy ? Who are you talking about."
I put up a hold on a minute finger while I finished big and then told her, "The best and most amazing singer ever Syd.....you'll never get to see her in your lifetime though. She'll be gone long before then."
And sadly. I was right.
Whitney...I will always love you !
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| Fortunately...this is how I remember her looking. |
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
When I was just 8 years old.....my dad gave me a pink plastic corsage for Valentine's day.
I still have it. I got as far as walking over the first 3 boxes in my storage room and was balancing on a closed stool when I decided not to take a picture and post said corsage - or - what's left of it after 30 yrs and several moves later. You'll just have to take my word for it. It is was lovely.
Since then, my dad has given me flowers on almost every Valentines day.
I remember the first Valentines day that I wasn't given flowers. It was the February after really "coming out" and telling my family that we were planning on starting a family of our own.
I still remember walking into my parents house unaware that I was missing anything and seeing my mothers beautiful arrangement perched on her dining room table. I can still feel the sting of that first time and the reasons that filled my mind as to why I was left out and where that left us. It was several years before I ever got flowers from him again.
I remember the first Valentines day that I wasn't given flowers. It was the February after really "coming out" and telling my family that we were planning on starting a family of our own.
I still remember walking into my parents house unaware that I was missing anything and seeing my mothers beautiful arrangement perched on her dining room table. I can still feel the sting of that first time and the reasons that filled my mind as to why I was left out and where that left us. It was several years before I ever got flowers from him again.
This year was NO exception. Papa got a new job (he just retired from his job of over 35 years last month) and wasn't able to deliver them on Valentines day so he delivered them Friday.
and although the card included everyone. in my mind...they're still To: Karen Love : Dad
There were SOOOO many flowers that I was able to split them up in to 3 vases (Syd requested a special vase just for her room) Are these not GORGEOUS ! The man has great taste.
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| The bow and flower adorned by Syd |
They started opening yesterday. The fragrance that fills my house is lovely.
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| This flower is as big as my hand |
Friday, February 10, 2012
This Moment Friday
{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Hopeful fool !
(whispering) are you there ?
is this fate ? oh, just you. promise you aren't fate, cuz if this is fate I'm not going any further.
ok. good.
so any ways.
the wife got the message. well she got it after I called and told her to read my post yesterday. :) let me remind you. I'm not subtle.
she wasn't on her phone even ONCE, oh ssh sshhh, sorry. not even once yesterday after she got home.
(ahem, clears throat obnoxiously)
Oh Hi Nate. I didn't hear you coming.
(deep breath)
SHIT, that scared me....I was worried that fate would come in and hear me and then this whole not using her phone thing would be over. and then I'd have to really shoot it....or at least try and find more gruesome broken phone pictures to send to her attached with bigger threats of i-phone horror.
Ok, ok. so speaking in code. she seems to be adhering to my evil plot. I got several hours of her full cooperation.
I'm pretty sure the picture scared the shit out of her. In fact I know it did....because I was on the phone with her when she saw it and she gasped a ghastly gasp and said desperately, "You're going to break my phone ?" to which I replied in my most sinister voice with a raised eyebrow, "oh no. I'm going to shoot it."
She didn't hang up on me. Laughed. nervously. I said goodbye so that she could read it and really absorb the message behind the post itself. Really marinate in what I was saying. Glance over the picture several times.
And you know what ? it worked.
Now I am nobody's fool. We've danced this kazachoc before and here we are back to doing the 2 step.
but. there's always hope.
and there's always threats.
and with those 2 things....anything is possible.
(BIG smile )
is this fate ? oh, just you. promise you aren't fate, cuz if this is fate I'm not going any further.
ok. good.
so any ways.
the wife got the message. well she got it after I called and told her to read my post yesterday. :) let me remind you. I'm not subtle.
she wasn't on her phone even ONCE, oh ssh sshhh, sorry. not even once yesterday after she got home.
(ahem, clears throat obnoxiously)
Oh Hi Nate. I didn't hear you coming.
(deep breath)
SHIT, that scared me....I was worried that fate would come in and hear me and then this whole not using her phone thing would be over. and then I'd have to really shoot it....or at least try and find more gruesome broken phone pictures to send to her attached with bigger threats of i-phone horror.
Ok, ok. so speaking in code. she seems to be adhering to my evil plot. I got several hours of her full cooperation.
I'm pretty sure the picture scared the shit out of her. In fact I know it did....because I was on the phone with her when she saw it and she gasped a ghastly gasp and said desperately, "You're going to break my phone ?" to which I replied in my most sinister voice with a raised eyebrow, "oh no. I'm going to shoot it."
She didn't hang up on me. Laughed. nervously. I said goodbye so that she could read it and really absorb the message behind the post itself. Really marinate in what I was saying. Glance over the picture several times.
And you know what ? it worked.
Now I am nobody's fool. We've danced this kazachoc before and here we are back to doing the 2 step.
but. there's always hope.
and there's always threats.
and with those 2 things....anything is possible.
(BIG smile )
Sunday, February 5, 2012
I bitch U bitch
My wife is cheating on me.
She has been for a while. I've pleaded with her. Given her shit. I've even given her the ultimatum.
Thing is.....I always said that I'd NEVER allow myself to be that woman whose wife has an affair on.
And here I am. and I am BITTER.
What ? So she's having an affair with her i-fucking-phone. same thing.
Damn thing gets more face time than her family. (and J, don't come up in here all defensive and try and lie to these people about how it's not that bad......first step is the hardest step....in any kind of addiction.....and if you try and sway them....I will delete your comments)
It all started with that damn angry birds stupid fucking app. I hate that damn game. If I hear the music my whole mood changes.
She has her eyes and fingers on her phone more than she has had on me in 14 years.
(ok, so fine, I'm being slightly dramatic, but that's the way I feel)
We are driving down the street. She's on her phone.
Eating in our house, at a restaurant. popcorn in a theater She's on her phone.
After coming home from work. She changes and then either eats while checking her phone or is just sitting in the chair on her phone.
While watching TV. even a movie. She's on her phone.
Putting the littles to sleep. She's on her phone.
Sitting at her kids dance practice. She's on her phone.
We can be playing GAMES. CARD GAMES. and her ass will be checking fucking sports scores, twitter updates, texts, facebook. on her phone. between plays.
FUCK !
Tonight while we were watching the superbowl at my parents house. She was plugging away on her phone. and I said, "Hey J, how about we agree to 1 electronic device at a time."
I don't even think she gave me a dirty look. but she kept on sliding her finger across i-bitches belly.
On the way home, (we had to leave the superbowl a little early because of the kids bedtimes) she was giving me the play by plays down to the last second. (which I was happy to hear, yes, I totally know that's a double standard. and GOOOO Giants) and then after it was over. tweet, tweet, google, tweet, check, read.
I started a fight and so she put the damn thing away and said, "so are you going to talk to me now that I put my phone away" and I said, "No ! because now I'm mad at you"
So here I sit. plugged in. and she's downstairs flipping between the horror that still unfolds on the news about the Josh Powell case and probably sports updates. and. playing on her i-fucking-phone.
I hate that i-bitch !
and we just can't seem to come to a middle ground.
So once again honey. It's ME OR THE PHONE !!!!
P.S. if you choose the phone, you will then be breaking the non marriage agreement and I get everything.
including THE DAMN PHONE !
good news is....you'll get the kids and then you won't have any time for another phone :)
so please. Please. come to your senses woman.
I can't be held responsible for what might happen to your lady friend if you don't.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
BOOM she gotta hair do ! Throw back Thursday !
I've heard it several times that Sydney looks like me. Spencer looks like me. I personally see Nate dangling like a ripe apple from my family tree. And I don't know if it's due to the whole donor thing....if maybe that's why we all tend to dig to see the resemblances of family. either way. it's harder for me to see it.
Until the other day that is.
I was at my parents house looking through a family scrap book and came across this picture of me in Kindergarten.
I held up a picture of Sydney and it was very clear that she wears my genes. only her genes are glittery and bedazzled and SOOO much cuter than mine. Spencers too. (Way to Go other genes !! yeah! )
It was fun to compare pictures. I've always seen my brother in Spencer's face....but putting pictures side by side...they really don't look at all alike.
Whildst on my journey back in time. I also came across this picture. oooh the 80's. check out the circumference of that hair. wowza !
9th grade promotion. I was 14. Each one of my hairs had been strategically placed and spackled down.
(it took me an hour to do this...ev.ery single day) I'm so glad that the 80's are over.
I really did have a bit of OCD back in the day. Every hair had to be perfect. wing span equal on both sides. uuuuh.
So crazy....such wasted time and hairspray. Allnet, red can.
I wanted my first grown up = immodest dress for this right of passage ceremony. My mom and I looked at every store. I found so many dresses that were PERFECT. and they all cost $60.00-$100.00. which = no dress for me.
So we went to the fabric store....found a pattern matching the styles that I liked and my mom made me a dress. Not exactly like the ones at 5-7-9....but I felt grown up in my chest, shoulder and arm revealing dress that my mom not only allowed me to wear but made !
There I am folks. I was a hair doing, make up wearing, dancer who wore dresses and had a boyfriend that I really really liked. Anything is possible. Don't count your kids to be chickens or roosters just yet. You might just have a very sensitive, tutu wearing, his favorite color is pink, NFL playing, womanizing, quarterback on your hands. You might also have a tomboy who refuses to wear girls underwear, who marries her high school boyfriend, has 4 kids and is still madly in love with each other til death do them part.
I know all of this. but I'm still placing bets. :)
Another flashback, for those of you who have been here long enough, you may remember when I revisited this 9th grade promotion dress. :)
I still have this dress.....my goal is to be able to fit it around my hips again. zipped up or not, I could give a shit less.....as long as it's around me......sadly that couldn't happen today.
See you next year. Stay cool ! LYLAS ! OMM ! :)
(translated : love you like a sister ! or maybe more ! the 2nd part was a little piece I just made up :) hee hee )
Until the other day that is.
I was at my parents house looking through a family scrap book and came across this picture of me in Kindergarten.
It was fun to compare pictures. I've always seen my brother in Spencer's face....but putting pictures side by side...they really don't look at all alike.
Whildst on my journey back in time. I also came across this picture. oooh the 80's. check out the circumference of that hair. wowza !
(it took me an hour to do this...ev.ery single day) I'm so glad that the 80's are over.
I really did have a bit of OCD back in the day. Every hair had to be perfect. wing span equal on both sides. uuuuh.
So crazy....such wasted time and hairspray. Allnet, red can.
I wanted my first grown up = immodest dress for this right of passage ceremony. My mom and I looked at every store. I found so many dresses that were PERFECT. and they all cost $60.00-$100.00. which = no dress for me.
So we went to the fabric store....found a pattern matching the styles that I liked and my mom made me a dress. Not exactly like the ones at 5-7-9....but I felt grown up in my chest, shoulder and arm revealing dress that my mom not only allowed me to wear but made !
There I am folks. I was a hair doing, make up wearing, dancer who wore dresses and had a boyfriend that I really really liked. Anything is possible. Don't count your kids to be chickens or roosters just yet. You might just have a very sensitive, tutu wearing, his favorite color is pink, NFL playing, womanizing, quarterback on your hands. You might also have a tomboy who refuses to wear girls underwear, who marries her high school boyfriend, has 4 kids and is still madly in love with each other til death do them part.
I know all of this. but I'm still placing bets. :)
Another flashback, for those of you who have been here long enough, you may remember when I revisited this 9th grade promotion dress. :)
I still have this dress.....my goal is to be able to fit it around my hips again. zipped up or not, I could give a shit less.....as long as it's around me......sadly that couldn't happen today.
See you next year. Stay cool ! LYLAS ! OMM ! :)
(translated : love you like a sister ! or maybe more ! the 2nd part was a little piece I just made up :) hee hee )
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Whatchyer Worth Wednesday
Weeks and weeks I've been without a vacuum. WEEKS PEOPLE !
It needs a specific part and after spending 6 weeks at the vacuum doctor....and paying $60.00 to have it "fixed" under warranty, J brought it home only for me to figure out that the part that needed to be replaced wasn't touched and we basically paid $60.00 for them to do nothing.
UGH !
It's been weeks since then and I'm still waiting for the damn part to arrive at my house.
You can only imagine what it's like to have 5 little kids and no vacuum. 5 kids who take no concern at ALL when dragging dirt and crumbs into my house and all over my carpets. oh and lets not forget the dog.
I've been sweeping the carpet and rugs with my broom. Which surprisingly, works well, but come the freak on. I don't want to sweep my carpets anymore.
In other news, I found out how much I'm worth. I'm worth a LOT more than I thought someone else might think I'm worth, of course not worth more than I thought I was worth, because I think that I'm priceless. :)
Per year : (figures reflect minimum amount)
Private chef - $52, 260
House cleaner - $6,136
Child care - $31, 200
Driver - $4,168
Laundry service - $936
Lawn maintenance/yard care - $1,560
Total salary = $96,261
Plus I'm sure this is a total based on a family of 3 or 4. With my family of 7 I'm figuring this salary would go up quite a bit.
This puts my salary at just over $100 grand. I told my wife this and she just laughed and said, "you better find someone to pay you that then"
I gave her the stink eye and walked away. I'm pretty sure she knew that she was wrong. and also lucky. and would have left to get a cashiers check if it weren't for that yummy homemade chili in a bread bowl that I made for her dinner last night.
Instead of fighting with her about it, "where's my money, show me the money, I want what's comin to me Eddie" I just hired a personal assistant to help out. take the brunt off . I'm also paying her the same way I'm being paid...with sarcasm and hollow thank yous.
It needs a specific part and after spending 6 weeks at the vacuum doctor....and paying $60.00 to have it "fixed" under warranty, J brought it home only for me to figure out that the part that needed to be replaced wasn't touched and we basically paid $60.00 for them to do nothing.
UGH !
It's been weeks since then and I'm still waiting for the damn part to arrive at my house.
You can only imagine what it's like to have 5 little kids and no vacuum. 5 kids who take no concern at ALL when dragging dirt and crumbs into my house and all over my carpets. oh and lets not forget the dog.
I've been sweeping the carpet and rugs with my broom. Which surprisingly, works well, but come the freak on. I don't want to sweep my carpets anymore.
In other news, I found out how much I'm worth. I'm worth a LOT more than I thought someone else might think I'm worth, of course not worth more than I thought I was worth, because I think that I'm priceless. :)
Per year : (figures reflect minimum amount)
Private chef - $52, 260
House cleaner - $6,136
Child care - $31, 200
Driver - $4,168
Laundry service - $936
Lawn maintenance/yard care - $1,560
Total salary = $96,261
Plus I'm sure this is a total based on a family of 3 or 4. With my family of 7 I'm figuring this salary would go up quite a bit.
This puts my salary at just over $100 grand. I told my wife this and she just laughed and said, "you better find someone to pay you that then"
I gave her the stink eye and walked away. I'm pretty sure she knew that she was wrong. and also lucky. and would have left to get a cashiers check if it weren't for that yummy homemade chili in a bread bowl that I made for her dinner last night.
Instead of fighting with her about it, "where's my money, show me the money, I want what's comin to me Eddie" I just hired a personal assistant to help out. take the brunt off . I'm also paying her the same way I'm being paid...with sarcasm and hollow thank yous.
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| Normally happy to help Syd's about as thrilled to do it for free as I am. |
****Updated*****
I knew if I bitched about it to enough people the universe would hear me.
My vacuum part was delivered via the USPS today. Now I get to go vacuum my floors.
Only, now, I'm not excited because I realized I'm not getting paid enough...or even at all.
Ah well. such is life !
eeeeeeeh !!! My VACUUM is fixed. YAAAAAY !
it's the little things in my life.
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