tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35506822727570193002024-03-21T02:11:25.582-07:00The Monster's Motherbdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-33572755963716431292011-08-26T17:17:00.000-07:002011-08-26T18:24:10.418-07:00And you think you've had a wierd day?My day actually started yesterday.
<br />My mom's dog Shimalfinne, (say it with me now SHIM-ALL-FINN-EE), has been loosing hair and we were afraid she had something really bad so I had to take her to the vet.
<br />The thing you have to understand about Shimal is that when we got her she had wounds around her neck and ever since she's never, ever, NEVER been able to be on a collar or leash. So I had to corner her and lay on her to get the harness and leash on. The thing is, when you put that on her she goes into this defensive, almost catatonic state where she won't get up or move at all.
<br />So I got to carry her up the stairs and to the car. Then from the car to the vet's office and from the waiting area to the scale. She weighs 69.7 pounds in case you were wondering. Turns out she has allergies. I didn't know dogs could get that. We're giving her the steroids and antibiotics the doctor prescribed and she's already scratching less.
<br />Today I had to get the alignment on the car fixed so as soon as I dropped the kids off at school I went to Elroy's. Bobby, the owner, is Xandra's grandpa so I knew he would do it right without screwing us. He said I had to leave the car there until 3 pm so I decided to take the bus to downtown and go window shopping.
<br />I had barely gone two blocks when people started asking me for cigarettes, food and money. I was polite when I told them no. The only money I had was for bus fare and to pay for the alignment. Then this one man asked me for a cigarette. I told him sorry, but I don't smoke. He didn't believe me so he started following me and talking me to death. He said he knew I had some smokes and it was rude of me not to share. After about the sixth time of telling him no he started yelling at me. He cursed and ranted and called me every foul word he knew. When he finally turned around to walk away from me he yelled, Why don't you go run home to your daddy you spoiled (B-word).
<br />I wanted to yell at him that my father was dead, plus some choice insults and curses, but he was finally leaving and I didn't want to start him up again.
<br />I got on a bus and rode it to the 16th street mall. I have to say that the beggars in downtown Denver are a lot nicer than the one's in Lakewood.
<br />I wanted to go to Amoo's work and I had about 20 minutes until the bus came so I went to Starbucks and blew $6 on pumpkin bread and a caramel frappucino. I was having a crappy day and I felt I deserved a treat.
<br />While eating I saw Albus Dumbledore walking down the sidewalk outside the coffee shop. I'm not kidding. There was a man wearing purple robes and a purple pointed wizard's hat. He had a long, white beard and had a knotted walking stick as tall as he was. He stopped at each little tree planted in the sidewalk and poured bread crumbs on the ground for the pigeons and other birds.
<br />It was awesome. I needed the humor after the trying morning I'd had.
<br />I rode the bus to Amoo's work and did some filing until 1:30 when Amoo's co-worker, Lyle took me back to Elroy's. He had to take the checks to the company bank anyway and it was pretty close.
<br />I got the car from Bobby and went to pick up the boys from school. Traffic sucked donkey dong so it was a close thing. I had to go strait from there to pick up Amoo from work.
<br />I'm home now AT LAST and I've had a shower and now I'm gonna be so lazy.
<br />It's gonna rock!
<br />
<br />Later-BD
<br />bdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-31964351510047658752011-06-16T08:33:00.000-07:002011-06-16T09:34:11.484-07:00Distraction NewsOkay, okay... <br /><div><br /><div>So I've been neglecting my blogspot a little... well a lot.</div><br /><div>The problem is that when the kids are home they stand over me every time I get onto the computer and rapid fire questions and comments at me until I get off said computer out of pure irritation.</div><br /><div>Example: Right now Kale is standing to my right telling me about how awesome Minecraft is while Phoenix, left, is reading everything I'm typing.</div><br /><div>Not distracting at all, really.</div><br /><div>The kids are out of school now and I find myself extremely occupied every day. They want constant entertainment but I'm just used to being alone all day, so it's a change to have Kale attached to me 24/7 and Phoenix going more than 10 minutes without complaining about having to do homework.</div><br /><div>Before school ended I went on two field trips. Phoenix's class went downtown to see all the historical stuff and Kale's class went to the aquarium. Thanks to the camera Tobi, technological guru and bringer of everything wonderful, gave me I took many, many, MANY pictures.</div><br /><div>The Molly Brown house was awesome and my pictures of jellyfish turned out great.</div><br /><div>Kale in the background: How much more longer till you're done? I want to play Minecraft!</div><br /><div>Phoenix in the background: I called the computer first!</div><br /><div>(Not distracting at all.)</div><br /><div>Anywho.</div><br /><div>Phoenix earned his bobcat badge in scouts and he's going to day camp starting the 20th. He's really excited.</div><br /><div>Kale has actually made some progress with his anxieties and his psychologist is encouraged by his attitude.</div><br /><div>Phoenix: Can I say that I'm bored while waiting for you to get off the computer?</div><br /><div>Me: Only if you want to clean.</div><br /><div>Kale: Can he clean my room?</div><br /><div>(Nope, still not distracting.)</div><br /><div>Yesterday I took the kids to work with me.</div><br /><div><em>I have no idea what the hell I was thinking so don't ask.</em></div><br /><div>While I was cleaning the upstairs Phoenix got into Amoo's desk and found her lighter. She called me this morning to inform me that he burned part of her desk. I gave him the talk about playing with fire, which made him cry, which made me feel like a monster for being mean to my son.</div><br /><div>I think he won't do it again, he was really sorry and scared. Especially when I told him how Josh's twin sisters burned their whole house down at the age of 14 because they were playing with matches.</div><br /><div>Kale followed me around the building trying to hack into every computer in the place, which is a lot, so I finally sent him downstairs to wait for me.</div><br /><div>Big mistake.</div><br /><div>When I came down Phoenix and Kale had scratches and bruises all over themselves because they had gotten into an argument and decided the best way to resolve said argument was utilizing the ancient and manly art of fisticuffs.</div><br /><div>I'm telling you... It's hard to reprimand your kids when they are saying things like, "Phoenix sat on my face and farted," or "Kale scratched me inside my nostril."</div><br /><div>Then they got into another fist fight while telling me how their brother had slighted their honor. While breaking up that second fight I burst into laughter and ruined the stern Mommy face.</div><br /><div>Kale: Britt?</div><br /><div>Me: What?</div><br /><div>Kale: Are you done yet?</div><br /><div>Phoenix: Does she look done to you?</div><br /><div>Kale: Shut up!</div><br /><div>Phoenix: No, you shut up!</div><br /><div>Kale: Britt! Phoenix is annoying me... on purpose!</div><br /><div>(I'm not distracted, I swear.)</div><br /><div>I shall leave you now with these tantalizing words of wisdom.</div><br /><br /><div>SUMMER SCHOOL!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Later</div><br /><div>BDW<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGy2b3lr7EtE2JrRiy7cWB5PmazBFxajzTxONE4UAu2yDUI_GL__UJ3gq1Zx8MmApvCX68s0NzxmRnp8JCrcgenyrCWpdK4ND6dxfzruJ3afrhOu3ijZtMG-DWOFt_ypflhIHhOXSsn6E/s1600/DSC01590.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618853227901597778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGy2b3lr7EtE2JrRiy7cWB5PmazBFxajzTxONE4UAu2yDUI_GL__UJ3gq1Zx8MmApvCX68s0NzxmRnp8JCrcgenyrCWpdK4ND6dxfzruJ3afrhOu3ijZtMG-DWOFt_ypflhIHhOXSsn6E/s320/DSC01590.JPG" /></a>rong<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGI4z8FlO6PAYRMejeGcWrrYbT0IXLastPWaAiE_svu5BCQz7_TxfzojaTmFwuTm2vV8TaQ2MoSZCjw6k5-f0lnq4_jk1J1VD8SKssnRmgDQqUg2WZKEznjYiPBSlhQNrerBlH5_U4Tn4/s1600/DSC01587.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618853218214902706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGI4z8FlO6PAYRMejeGcWrrYbT0IXLastPWaAiE_svu5BCQz7_TxfzojaTmFwuTm2vV8TaQ2MoSZCjw6k5-f0lnq4_jk1J1VD8SKssnRmgDQqUg2WZKEznjYiPBSlhQNrerBlH5_U4Tn4/s320/DSC01587.JPG" /></a></div></div>bdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-85483511403261174412010-10-25T21:26:00.000-07:002010-10-25T22:55:13.534-07:00In a handbasketI'm going to hell.<br />Today I lost my temper and did something pretty bad. But if I had the chance to go back and change it... I wouldn't. That's how I know I'm going to hell.<br />My mother's brother lives with us for free.<br />I wouldn't have a problem with this except he's made a career of this. To my knowledge he's never owned his own place and has spent his entire life moving from one relatives house to another. He may pay rent at first but eventually he ends up screwing them out of a lot of rent and utility money. Then he moves on to the next relatives house and the process starts over again.<br />He has lived with us before so when Amoo brought it up my first response was, "Not only no, but hell no."<br />But Amoo knows how to work me and I let her do it because she was worried about her brother.<br />He had no money, and not even a bed to sleep on, so Amoo built him a room in our basement and even found a way to give him a bed.<br />This is one of the reasons why I'm sure my mommy is going to heaven.<br />He promised when he moved in that he would find a job and pay her rent. I can't remember how long it was but after a while of him sitting in that room all day doing nothing Amoo got on his ass about getting out and looking for a job.<br />One day while looking for said job he had a heart attack, or something, and was taken to the hospital.<br />He ended up in the intensive care unit and had open heart surgery. Amoo felt horrible. She felt as though pushing him to get a job had caused him to risk his health.<br />While in the ICU Emma told him, and us, that he could come live with her when he was healthy enough to leave.<br />Then, when the time came she started making excuses.<br />"Oh, I never said that."<br />"No, I said I would try talking to Deb about it."<br />"Oh, you must have misunderstood me."<br />Even I'm not that cruel to promise a man on his deathbed a place to stay and when it looks like he'll live take it away. That's just forking wrong.<br />So, obviously, he had to come back here.<br />It's been months since his surgery, and while he was very sick for a while, I think he's recovered enough to function.<br />I certainly do not expect him to get a job. But his doctors have said he's disabled now so he should be getting some kind of social security or something.<br />A while ago I cleaned out our voicemail from our home phone and at least six of the messages were from his doctor's office telling him that his disability form was ready and was he coming to pick it up? If he were less lazy he would get up and get the ball rolling on this social security or disability bull snit.<br />He pays nothing toward rent, power, phone, internet, television, water, gas, car insurance, or any resources he uses in our house. And for some weird reason, he just expects us to be happy with this situation. The only thing he pays for is his food and that's only because Amoo had to hound him every day to go get food stamps.<br />We have two other roommates and we charge them rent. How is that fair? They have to pay to live here but he doesn't. Why? Is he special or something?<br />He's not a very nice person to live with either. He listens in on all of our conversations because he's paranoid that we are plotting against him. As long as I've known him he's been paranoid like that. It's some kind of mental illness he has.<br />I do not like being uncomfortable in my own house. I do not want people listening in to my conversations and his paranoia is rubbing off on the rest of the house.<br />Everyone is suspicious of everyone else now and it's making us all unhappy.<br />I don't do unhappy in my home. It's the ultimate place of comfort and I work hard to keep it a safe haven for myself and my family.<br />Anywho...<br />Today he was late getting home from his medical whatever thingie.<br />This wouldn't be a problem except that Phoenix has a bad cough, it's like 40 degrees outside, and he had our car so I had to walk to pick up the boys from school.<br />When I got back I was furious. This is not the first time he's been out in my car and hasn't come back in time for me to use it. The only reason why he gets to use the thing is because of his heart.<br />I wrote him a note that went like this...<br />((Robert,<br />Saying you're sorry that we had to walk home isn't cutting it. I don't care if your clinic is on fire, you must be home on time. If you can't manage that then you will not be allowed to use the car.<br />Emma said something to Amoo while you were in the hospital. She said, "Robert doesn't have any money to give you for rent. He's never going to have the money and you're just going to have to understand that."<br />Amoo and I do not have the money to support you. We will never have the money and you're just going to have to understand that.<br />You have until the last day of school, May 29th 2011, to have $300 rent money or another place to live. After that you will be expected to give Amoo $300 per month if you want to continue living here.<br />Get up off your ass during the day and get your shit in a pile. (Or something like that, I can't remember the exact wording I used.)<br />This deadline is not from Amoo, it's from me, but is still valid. I will not allow you to leach off my mother any longer.<br />You should be ashamed of yourself. If you weren't such a bastard to everyone around you, you would have a place to go.<br />MAY 29TH 2011<br />If you do not have rent or are not moving out then on the 30th I will call the police and have you thrown out.<br />Brittany))<br />I could have been a little nicer, but I was pissed off. And giving it to him made me feel better.<br />I called Amoo to give her a heads up so that when he blew up at her she would know what the eff was going on. I told her I was sorry for creating a headache for her, but that it needed to be done.<br />I told her that if she didn't want to deal with it she could just tell him to talk to me about it, but we both knew he wouldn't.<br />My only fear was that he would think Amoo was trying to kick him out guilt free by hiding behind me. The truth is that my mommy is too nice for that.<br />She would let him live here forever if she had her way. She loves her family and feels an obligation to help them however she can.<br />But the facts are working against us.<br />She took a pay cut at work and now makes less than a McDonald's worker.<br />Our power bill is $750.00<br />And we are having a really hard time keeping up with all these bills.<br />I will not allow my family to suffer because Amoo's brother is incapable of taking care of himself. We couldn't afford to take care of him before he moved in and now we are so deep in the crappy river of debt that I don't know if we can make it out.<br />He doesn't see a problem with this. For some reason he thinks everyone on the planet exists to take care of his every need.<br />How can someone live like that?<br />I'm kind of a selfish person and can't imagine having all my comforts taken away just because I don't feel like getting up and going to work.<br />It's taken quite a while but I do have a work ethic now. The ethic is this: I go to work no matter what.<br />Do I want to? No. But I do it because I love money and all the things I can buy with it.<br />He loves money and all the things you can buy with it but he's not willing to put any effort into getting any.<br />It's sad really.<br />I do feel sorry for him, but this is the second time we've had to live with him and his poor pitiful me act gets old after the first year or so.<br />I'm not buying it anymore. And now that he's actually sick, he doesn't have anyone to turn to because he's never helped anyone out the way everyone helps him. And when they help him he makes it seem like he's doing them a favor by gracing them with his presence. He feels entitled to a place to live in your house and you should just sit there a feel flattered or something.<br />I really don't get it.<br />So,<br />I'm a spiteful woman who is so resentful that she's throwing out her uncle only months after he's had open heart surgery. (Well, he's got another six months.)<br />I'm going to hell.<br />But I'm still glad I did it.<br /><br />Later<br />BDbdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-44494357323797771102010-10-15T16:33:00.000-07:002010-10-15T16:53:24.216-07:00The Revenge of Dumb Ass FridaySo... yesterday after the kids got off school we piled in the car and headed out to my cousin Ame's house for her daughter Apryl's birthday party.<br />I got lost a couple times but really, did you expect anything else from me? We got there at about 5:20... 20 minutes after the party was supposed to start. Apryl answered the door and seemed properly excited to see us.<br />Without thinking I just walked into her house, a place I've never been before, without asking and sat my happy ass down on her couch. Kale, of course, made himself comfy on the floor with his markers and coloring book while Phoenix started salivating over their video game collection.<br />Bill, Ame's husband was looking at me like I had just grown a second head, but having purple hair and tattoos all over my arms sometimes causes that and I'm used to it.<br />After chatting for a couple minutes I asked where Ame was and Apryl told me she was at the store getting cupcakes.<br />Then I asked if we were too early because no one else was there. Bill said, "For what?"<br />And I said, "For the birthday party."<br />Apryl said, "What did my mom tell you? The party isn't until Saturday."<br />Yes, I was hearing the sound of a braying jackass in the back of my head as I explained that I had thought it was on Thursday not Saturday. Phoenix used their bathroom and we beat a hasty retreat after giving Apryl her gift.<br />I could have waited around for Ame to get back but I was so embarrassed that I basically ran out of there with my tail tucked between my legs.<br />I am a dumb ass.<br />Then I got lost on the highway on the way back to our house and I ended up going way too far and landing in commerce city where Amoo works.<br />And I repeat, I AM A DUMB ASS!<br />So yeah... I'm retarded and I can't even read a simple birthday invitation.<br />Wow! I need some chocolate now.<br />Later<br />BD Wrongbdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-69476800620544579842010-09-28T16:50:00.001-07:002010-09-29T22:49:55.163-07:00Just Like Any Other Day...I have almost reached the end of this day.<br /><br />It happens to be Phoenix's birthday and I never thought I would want said day to end as much as I do now.<br /><br />Why, you ask?<br /><br />Weeeeeeeelllllll,<br /><br />(get comfy, this isn't gonna be brief.)<br /><br />Yesterday Amoo and I gathered at walmart to shop for Phoenix's birthday. We got a bunch of treats and little party favors to hand out to everyone in his class at school. The teacher begged me not to bring any form of cake so we got rice crispy treats. (the teacher thanked me later.)<br /><br />We got him a prepaid phone for the biggest part of his present. We also got him a card with minutes for his phone, a t-shirt that said, "Vampires ate my homework" and Iron Man 2.<br /><br />We got Kale the same shirt to soften the blow that Phoenix would be getting presents and he wouldn't. I worked all day yesterday and was busy afterward so I didn't get to the activation of his phone until today around 12:30.<br /><br />After talking to several people from the company that manages the service for the phone I was ready to rip out my eyeballs and beat them over the head with the bloody stalks.<br /><br />Ever seen the first Transformers movie?<br /><br />There's a part where the army guys are in a foreign country fighting the decepticon" Scorpion" and they are trying to get a call through to the pentagon. They have to buy the phone call with a credit card and the soldier is trying to tell the operator that he's a little busy with the trying to stay alive business. The operator says, while picking his nose, "Sir, the attitude will not speed things up, not one little bit."<br /><br />This is what my time on the phone with these people was like.<br /><br />I kept reading the numbers to the lady and she would read them back to me, but they were always the wrong numbers.<br /><br />For example: I would say, 639 and she would say, "See, tree, fie?"<br /><br />I would say no and repeat the numbers but she would still repeat the wrong ones back to me. It went back and forth like that for a while until she transferred me to another operator who had an even thicker accent that I had an even harder time understanding.<br /><br />After three transfers and four different operators it was determined that the phone we bought wasn't properly scanned by the cashier at walmart and, therefore, not eligible to be activated. It's how they keep people from stealing the phones and activating them.<br /><br />I had to go to Phoenix's school at a certain time to hand out the treats so I didn't have his present wrapped and ready after school as we had originally planned. So I had to drop the boys off at home with Amoo and run to walmart to exchange the phone.<br /><br />Amoo was waiting with Phoenix and Kale at home, and they knew I was bringing presents so I tried to hurry. Hurrying was not in the plan.<br /><br />They're doing construction on 56th ave and the flaggers had all of traffic stopped for quite a long time to let all the construction vehicles leave the area.<br /><br />I suppose it was a good thing. I wrapped Phoenix's present and put a bow on it while I waited. Yes, I actually had wrapping paper, tape, scissors, and ribbon with me in the car. If you know me then you know I have a slight obsession with wrapping gifts. But I have to say this was a first for me. How many people can say they wrapped a gift while in traffic and in the drivers seat?<br />I was running at warp speed all day and realized as I was driving home that I had forgotten to make anything for dinner. It being Phoenix's birthday this would obviously not do.<br />I stopped at McDonald's and picked up 50 chicken nuggets and two happy meal toys.<br />I was the hero for the day. Kale and Phoenix LOVE McDonald's and that, coupled with the presents for both boys made me look like the coolest person on the planet.<br />We had a cake, strawberry short cake (his favorite) and some ice cream, but we never got around to it because as soon as we were done eating Amoo had another surprise for Phoenix.<br />He turned 8 today and is now old enough to join the cub scouts at Amoo's church.<br />I was sceptical. I hear the word scout and I automatically think "club of dorks", but he really had fun. I love that he can hang out once a week with boys his own age and learn new, and potentially useful things.<br />The part I love the most about it is that he can get some kind of male guidance that his fatherless household cannot provide. He needs testosterone in his environment and this is a very good way to get it. Plus, I don't have to worry that the kids he's hanging out with will try to sell him drugs or teach him all about gang initiation.<br />It was another boy's birthday as well and everyone got cake at the end of the meeting. One lady in Amoo's ward even made a cake for Phoenix. I was touched.<br />Before the end of the meeting the kids got together in the gym to play some dodge ball. This is another thing I like about the scouts. Phoenix really needs physical exercise.<br />Unfortunately, Kale was very excited and wouldn't stop running around. He wasn't interfering with the game much. The problem was he has asthma and for some dumb ass reason, I took his inhaler out of the glove box in the car.<br />When they were done with the game the scouts went back into the relief society room to finish their meeting while I tried to get Kale to slow down his breathing. Kale is only 5 and is new to this asthma thing, so when he coughs he uses his voice and it sounds like he's screaming.<br />You have to hear it to really get the idea.<br />I had lost sight of Amoo and was looking all over the church for her and pulling along a child who was coughing so loud I'm sure everyone in the church, no neighborhood, heard it and wondered who was dying.<br />After exhausting all other options I tried sneaking a peak into the scout meeting. As soon as I opened the door Kale started scream-coughing non-stop. I apologized and snuck in to tell Amoo that I had to run home to get Kale's inhaler and that I would be back as soon as I possibly could.<br />There are two doors in the relief society room. I came in one door and left through the other so I could avoid walking through the scout master who was reciting some kind of speech when I barged in. Kale, who had stayed by the door, lost sight of me when I exited the room and freaked the fluck out.<br />He slammed the door as he ran into the hallway and yelled, "BRITT?! WHERE ARE YOU?"<br />Seriously, when have I <em>ever </em>left him alone or without telling him where I'm going? I tell this child when I'm taking a shower so he doesn't freak out about it and he still thinks I'm gonna disappear.<br />So yeah... If you're ever having an evening where you haven't been publicly embarrassed just invite my youngest son. He'll fix that right up for you.<br />By the time we got back to the church the meeting had ended and Amoo and Phoenix were waiting for us. Luckily we weren't the last ones to leave so I didn't feel too bad about deserting them.<br />It was 15 minutes till bedtime when we got home so I hurried the boys through a bath and shuffled them off to bed.<br />I am now soooooo happy that this day is over.<br />I love that Phoenix had a wonderful birthday but it sure took a lot of trouble to produce.<br />I'm gonna go to sleep now.<br />LaterBD<br />OH MY GOLLY GOSH!<br />When I finished this post I clicked the wrong button and didn't post it.<br />Sorry, this was supposed to post yesterday, on Phoenix's birthday. Now it's a day late.<br />I'm hearing that jackass noise in the back of my head.bdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-15084581844624941112010-08-30T19:27:00.000-07:002010-09-01T14:29:52.910-07:00They Didn't Light Anything On FireToday was a weird day.<br /><br />I walked Phoenix and Kale to school, just like normal. I left them outside in the lines with their teachers, just like normal. And I walked home, just like normal.<br /><br />When I got home I cozied up with a good book, Eclipse. (Yes, it's like my 10th time reading it, but it never gets old to me.)<br /><br />After a couple pages I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. I thought it was just John in the hallway but it wasn't. I looked over and Phoenix and Kale walked into my room.<br /><br />My first thought was, "Who in the hell walked you guys home?"<br /><br />After a couple questions the story came out. Pretty much as soon as I turned my back Kale found his brother, latched onto him and wouldn't let go. He was screaming and crying and he refused to go into the school. Phoenix was confused and didn't know what he was supposed to do, so he walked back home to get me.<br /><br />I yelled at Kale and told him he was grounded off video games for a day, a fate worse than death.<br /><br />I walked them back to school. While we were walking I told Phoenix that if this ever happened again to GO FIND A FREAKIN' TEACHER. To NEVER leave the school without myself or Amoo and to never, never, ever walk home alone again.<br /><br />We live in East Denver Gang-land for cryin' out loud! (I think I aged about ten years today.)<br /><br />I told Kale that if he ever did this again I would take all the video games, and the systems that they plug into, and sell them. He promised he would never do it again and pretty much cried the whole way back to school. I explained what had happened to the teachers and they promised to keep an eye on Kale to keep this from happening again.<br /><br />I suppose this was bound to happen sooner or later. I was the world's worst child and I can expect no less from my little demons.<br /><br />Amoo said something that both comforted and filled me with dread at the same time, "At least they didn't light anything on fire."<br /><br />Later - BDbdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-7244889990738528832010-08-19T16:18:00.001-07:002010-08-19T17:25:05.540-07:00Watch your kids in the bathroom.Yesterday I was rushing through the house, making sure we would all be ready for back to school night @ 4pm, when I heard Kale crying. I found him in the bathroom sitting on the toilet. He said it was hurting when he tried pushing. This is not a new phenomenon. Kale has had constipation often and we're just used to it.<br />I told him there was nothing he could do but push it out. While saying this I noticed he was coated from the top of his head to his belly button in Gorilla Snot, a kind of super-hold hair jell, and that he'd taken John's shaving cream and used it like silly string on the floor all around him.<br />The next time Kale tried pushing he started screaming.<br />My mommy senses, you know... the one that says, "Help The Baby NOW!" went off and I took a look at what was doing between Kale's legs.<br />I will not describe what I saw. If you want to see what it looked like look up "rectal prolapse" on WEB MD or Google it.<br />I have never been so terrified in my life. To see what I saw and not be panicked is impossible. I thought at least he would need surgery and at worse he was dying from some kind of internal disease. I did the only thing I could think of. I pushed it back in. Later the doctors said it was the right thing to do, but now I think it was stupid and reckless and I had no business trying to fix a human.<br />Amoo came home from work as quickly as she could drive, legally. While she drove I bathed Kale to get all the gorilla snot off of him, and it seemed to calm him down. By the time we got to Children's Hospital he behaved as if it had never happened.<br />While we waited I let him take pictures of the lobby with my camera and they turned out rather good for a five year old.<br />When we finally got back to a room the doctor did a quick visual to make sure nothing was hanging out. He couldn't see anything wrong so they brought in the supervising doctor and a picture of what I had described. The picture was exactly what it looked like.<br />They said Kale had experienced something called Rectal Prolapse. Many, many things can cause it. It's most common in small children and the elderly who have problems digesting or live in third world countries and are malnourished.<br />Sometimes it can happen in healthy children if they just spend too much time on the toilet pushing way too hard.<br />They still had to do an internal exam to make sure everything was in the correct place. I cannot express the horror and panic I felt as they performed this odious, however necessary, procedure. Kale screamed and bit and kicked the whole time. It took four people besides me to hold him still so they didn't accidentally hurt him.<br />Afterward they gave him a juice box and a Popsicle.<br />Personally, I think he earned himself a new video game or a lump sum of cash, but I guess that was all they had on hand.<br />They said everything was fine and that it should never happen again, but that if it does I need to rush him to the E.R. as quickly as possible. Because if it happens again that means there's some kind of structural deformity that will most likely require surgery to fix.<br />We went home with some laxatives, a rubber glove balloon, and a very, very, VERY, unhappy child.<br />Today was his first day of school, which he got to experience while taking laxatives. Yay!<br />Maybe I'll tell that one another time.<br />LaterBDbdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-62999533676190890382010-08-10T14:43:00.000-07:002010-08-11T20:45:59.951-07:00Utah<div>My dad died on Saturday.<br />He was flying his plane when he crashed and died on impact.<br />I went with Tobi to Utah for the funeral on Thursday. No one could get a flight in because there's some kind of archery championship going on in Utah right now, so everyone who came had to drive.<br />I don't do well at funerals in general so this was horrifying to me. I cried more in the past week than I have in my whole life. I stayed with my sister Krystal and her husband Derek.<br />I am sooooo happy I got to stay at her house and not some other random relation. Well, I would have loved staying with Jenny, my other sister in Utah, too.<br />I got to sleep in the Twilight room. It's aaaaawesome! Also very calming being surrounded by a gorgeous vampire and werewolf. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidsQLrT_OqX1-vDbBKxxo0G4r66njp2LRI10U8l2HnyanJaUc3rdEjPrFxOzI-ytal4f3P9Gw4g49XVGCB-VJhPi2Wz6PcK0x_YZCMmpqeLODuFrPXQ_puDIE48pwMAm00geuV0fN1fBo/s1600/S5002081.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504362896036270770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidsQLrT_OqX1-vDbBKxxo0G4r66njp2LRI10U8l2HnyanJaUc3rdEjPrFxOzI-ytal4f3P9Gw4g49XVGCB-VJhPi2Wz6PcK0x_YZCMmpqeLODuFrPXQ_puDIE48pwMAm00geuV0fN1fBo/s320/S5002081.JPG" /></a><br />Krystal's son, Drake, is the cutest two year old. I loved spending time with him and started missing him the moment we left.<br />Derek was awesome to me. My boys completely took over his xbox so they could play games almost constantly and he never complained about it. I'm pretty sure I mentioned I don't do well at funerals. He always seemed to find me when I needed a hug, which was a lot over the past few days. He also made the kids stop being little shits when I didn't have the emotional energy to get them to behave.<br />Krystal and Derek have a cat named Shadow.<br />I <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhieFh_bjF5oINA1ldMO5B10tCH36TdMFcfOXo-yBYsphfyq_7mXIz2Mcu2qQ7f4_m5TTPfTwNvrlo-giTjihwNgKNmuOJJwGtF8RpV5dhIV-jifujpAflsHCX3VGb6Sl_CwazAJjWWl2k/s1600/S5002065.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504362887891368578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhieFh_bjF5oINA1ldMO5B10tCH36TdMFcfOXo-yBYsphfyq_7mXIz2Mcu2qQ7f4_m5TTPfTwNvrlo-giTjihwNgKNmuOJJwGtF8RpV5dhIV-jifujpAflsHCX3VGb6Sl_CwazAJjWWl2k/s320/S5002065.JPG" /></a>love, love, LOVE, their kitty. Normally cats don't do well with change and strange people but this cat is different. She slept on me almost every night I was there and would come curl up on my lap whenever I was sitting in the living room. She was just the cutest and friendliest little thing I've ever seen. I miss you Shadow.<br />Krystal... I have never met someone so generous and willing to make my stay as comfortable as possible. She seemed to always be helping someone at every moment of every day I stayed there and I saw the toll it was taking. She was exhausted but she never complained and still kept asking everyone if there was more she could do.<br />You don't meet selfless people very often, and I certainly haven't met anyone like that in a long time. I was, and still am, astounded and proud that I can claim this woman as my sister. And while we haven't really been in touch all that much I hope I can fix that and stay in contact with her.<br />SHE'S MADE OF AWESOME!<br />I will probably blog more about my trip later, but now I have to go make dinner.<br />Tacos... Yummy!<br />LaterBD<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2LN4bNDJ8bpjDoH6xQw1UpnxW3Ni9YaGkey39XU5DhivIJWy4G3dL1eKE8PxcjIpzJ_O7LNVNKWErT-DACmcU7BNgL0f0R5w5YvMiWq-YUJ0LP-nxkk32WT2qMJ6rmlLqHWwiPaHcQiM/s1600/S5002064.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504362881259291650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2LN4bNDJ8bpjDoH6xQw1UpnxW3Ni9YaGkey39XU5DhivIJWy4G3dL1eKE8PxcjIpzJ_O7LNVNKWErT-DACmcU7BNgL0f0R5w5YvMiWq-YUJ0LP-nxkk32WT2qMJ6rmlLqHWwiPaHcQiM/s320/S5002064.JPG" /></a> <div><div>Drake</div></div></div>bdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-29905821942115981332010-05-28T08:55:00.000-07:002010-05-28T11:56:38.121-07:00The Post That Never EndsI had a busy week. It was the last week of school and I had many functions I promised to help with at both of my boys' classes.<br />MONDAY: Tie-dye shirts with Kale's class.<br />I played with all the students to keep them distracted while the teachers set up the stuff. I have a particular fondness for Yasmin and Breanna. they were the two girls I was in charge of on the field trip.<br />It was mayhem, but after about an hour we got everything put away and the kids got to take turns making their shirts.<br />The problem with that was that the kids didn't understand why those kids got to make a shirt and they didn't. We told them they would get a turn but they are 4 and 5 years old. They don't hear adults unless they say 'candy' or 'toys'. I decided to keep the kids distracted while the teachers supervised the kids with the very permanent dye. It was like walking up the side of a mountain while juggling. ADVENTURE! They didn't want to do any of the boring stuff I was doing, they wanted their own shirts now. After the first kids were done and the teachers called two more over some of the kids caught on and settled down.<br />I didn't get to see Kale do his shirt but I got to see the after effects. Did I mention the dye was PERMANENT? Thankfully the teachers put water-proof smocks on them to protect their clothes, but Kale was blue and purple from his elbows to his wrists. I just got the rest of the dye out of his skin yesterday. (For those of you not counting, that's three days later.)<br />There was one shirt left over and I got to do that one. It was fun. Like, a lot more fun than I thought it would be.<br />I was supposed to stay the whole day at Kale's class but Amoo called me and needed the car. Kale was a little less than happy that I was leaving after I said I would stay with him until school was over. I told him that I didn't plan on Amoo's brother having a heart attack but he still thought I was pulling one over on him.<br />THE WHOLE THING WAS A PLOT!<br />I left after prying his little hands out of my hair and took Amoo to the hospital to visit her brother. If you don't know what happened with him go read her blog. "bunrammitsrus"<br />When we got to the hospital I needed to use the bathroom. While in the stall I saw the TWO INCH hole in the crotch of my jeans. So the whole time I was at the school everyone could see my pink undies with the maxi pad wings stuck to the underside.<br />Seriously, is there anyone cooler than me?<br />TUESDAY: Phoenix's class was having a picnic at Falcon park.<br />I made 35 sandwiches and agreed to drive all the food that the teachers couldn't carry. They had to walk with the students to the park.<br />Of course myself and only one other lady brought blankets to sit on. Good thing I brought two. there was a whole lot of food. Pasta salad. Baked beans. Potato salad. Strawberries and a fruit platter. My sandwiches. Three different kinds of chips. Cookies. Red vines. Chocolate cake. Juice pouches by the dozens. Fruit punch and soda. Only three kids threw up from over eating.<br />I made sure all the students got food then I pigged out, especially on the pineapple and strawberries. It was soooooooo goooooood. There were three classes of second graders at the park having their picnics at the same time. Mrs. Kullinger was the class I was with and Mrs. Harris is the teacher Phoenix switches to in the middle of the day. There was one teacher I didn't know. The adults with the teachers I knew did a really good job making sure the trash from the food was cleaned up but the third class didn't even seem to be making an effort. I was irritated to see the trash blowing away in the wind so I started picking it up. I spent most of the three hours I was there picking up trash. No, I didn't have to do it but it was rude to leave a public park swimming in refuse. It was wrong.<br />When Phoenix and I were sharing a piece of chocolate cake, I can't remember how the subject came up, he was telling some of his classmates that there was a chemical in chocolate that can make you happy. So Phoenix said, in a very, very loud voice, "Yeah, that's why my mom eats so much of it when she's on her period."<br />Good times.<br />WEDNESDAY: Kale's class was having field day.<br />I also promised him I would stay the whole day to make up for ditching him on Monday.<br />Mrs. Weil, one of the teachers, brought back their shirts after washing them and let them all wear them. They turned out so cute. It was like a whole flock of tiny hippies.<br />Again, I was the center of attention. It was quite fun until the teachers found out a fourth grade teacher took their spots at the park next to the school. So we had to stall the kids while she and the other ECE (preschool) teachers figured out where they could hold the events. They had just decided to have it in the pit, which is a fenced in portion of the school's front lawn, when the sky opened up and wept.<br />I was chuckling merrily at the thought that the fourth grade teachers deserved the rain for stealing the park from the ECE kids, when I realized I had left the windows open in the car. I sprinted to the car and was in the process of rolling up the windows when a car drove past me and splashed me from my neck to ankles with muddy water. I drove home to change my clothes, we only live about a minute drive away from the school. I grabbed the first things I could find that were clean which happened to be my red Christmas pajama bottoms and an Avatar t-shirt. I would have taken more time but I was afraid Kale would notice I was gone and bring the building down with his wrath.<br />When I got back to the school about three minutes later I was struck dumb by the sky. I could literally see the clouds swirling into the shape of a funnel just north of the school. I wasn't the only parent who went to the office to tell the principal to check for a tornado warning. Turns out there was a tornado to the north of us but it hadn't touched down. So the field day events had to be moved, again, to the gym.<br />The kids were a little upset that they didn't get to go outside, until the hail started falling and the thunder started shaking the school.<br />During the sack race a little girl named Zaniah had to go to the bathroom. She has two hearing aids and has a hard time telling people what she wants. I saw her doing the potty dance and told Mrs. Weil I was taking her to use the bathroom in the nurses office. I put her in the bathroom and closed the door, then I turned around to deal with Kale.<br />See, the principal chose that moment to announce there was a tornado and that we may have to seek shelter if the alarms went off. Kale hears the word TORNADO and freaks out. He yells at the top of his lungs, right behind the principal who is talking to the WHOLE school on the PA, "We're all gonna die!" I don't know if his hysterics were heard all over the school because I was too busy trying to calm him down.<br />When I got him to stop crying I turned around and my eyeballs damn near popped out of my effing head. Zaniah was buck ass naked with the bathroom door flung wide open and looking at me like, "Why aren't you fixing this?" I tried closing the door but she wouldn't let me. I think she was afraid of being alone or something, makes me wonder if the door was open the whole time I was dealing with Kale.<br />I tried getting her to dress herself but she wouldn't do it. I looked at her underwear and saw the problem. She'd had a little accident of the number 2 variety. I got some baby wipes from the nurse and got her to clean herself up while I got some spare undies from the nurse. That lady is always prepared, she even had pink princess undies.<br />After much drama I got everyone back to the gym in time for the egg in the spoon race. Mrs. Weil and Mrs. V were mortified that I had to deal with such a mess from a kid I didn't even know. It really wasn't that big of a deal but I think they thought it was.<br />THURSDAY: Kale's class was having a graduation ceremony and party.<br />I grabbed my camera and two sets of AA batteries so I could document this momentous occasion. Shortly after arriving I realized all the batteries were dead. Well, they had enough power to turn the camera on, and keep it on, but not enough to actually take a photo. Damned new fangled technology! You have failed me again.<br />I took a couple pictures with my phone and I tried taking a video but it didn't turn out very well. After the EXTREMELY cute ceremony where all the kids sang and got their diplomas saying they graduated from preschool we moved out onto the lawn for a party.<br />Kale told me he loved Breanna and he wanted to tell her before the summer. I told him he better do it now because it was his last chance. It was sooooooooo cute! He was blushing when he said, "Breanna... I love you and I want to marry you." Then she gave him a hug and said,"OK."<br />Her mom said she wasn't ready to be a grandmother yet.<br />While Kale and Breanna ran around the lawn blowing bubbles and laughing I told Mrs. Weil that he had proposed to Breanna and she had said yes. His teacher laughed and told me she'd called it days ago. I guess when the class was practicing their dance moves for the graduation ceremony Kale and Breanna would dance with their arms around each other while gazing into each other's eyes. And during recess for the last couple days they would only play with each other and they would stop suddenly so they could gaze at the other. So, I guess I'm gonna be a mother in law.<br />I wonder how many girls Kale has proposed to this year?<br />After the party I went home and grabbed some batteries then ran back to the school so I could get a picture of Kale with Mrs. Weil and Mrs. V, his second teacher.<br />As soon as I find that stupid cord for my camera I will post the pictures.<br />Three hours after taking Kale home I picked up Phoenix from his last day at school. His reading teacher gave me a chart showing Phoenix's progress in reading. He was literally off the charts. I was so freaking proud. I took pictures of Phoenix with Mr. Yues, the reading teacher. (I have no idea if I spelled his name right.) And with Mrs. Kullinger, his first teacher, and Mrs. Harris, his second teacher. Mrs Kullinger even gave me a hug and said while she shouldn't have favorites, Phoenix was hers.<br />I have to say it was an awesome and also hectic week filled with amazing highs and extremely embarrassing lows.<br />This morning I woke up and did NOTHING for an hour before I finally decided to roll my but out of bed. I'm trying very hard to be lazy today. I think I've earned it.<br />Later-BDbdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-90693377606174447132010-05-14T13:21:00.000-07:002010-05-14T14:26:25.410-07:00Effing crap and stuff.Up with this shit I will not put!<br />My computer is challenged. I can't put a play list on my blog spot because the stupid thing won't let me copy and paste.<br />I can't put any new pictures on it either because now that Robert has (fixed) the computer it no longer recognizes the drive the memory card plugs into. He says it wasn't him. Bullshit! Funny how I never had this problem before he fiddled with it. But, no, it's just a funny coincidence.<br />I can't get anything to work on this stupid thing and it's pissing me off.<br />I was gonna post some pictures of Kale and Phoenix playing with Cora and Alec, but I can't, so I won't.<br /><br />I had to go with Kale on a field trip to the aquarium. Why? He's afraid his grandmother will show up and take him away. Thanks Sparky for the emotional damage to my five-year-old. Much love.<br />The best way to describe my experience on the field trip is... well...<br />Imagine you have three eggs and only two hands to carry them in. Now imagine you have to carry these fragile things safely through a tornado.<br />Am I exaggerating?<br />Hell no!<br />I was in charge of Kale, and two other kids. One, a girl named Yasmin and the other, also a girl, named Breanna. Kale was paranoid, bordering on hysteria, the whole time and wouldn't let go of me for more than fifteen seconds while simultaneously telling me we should go now because he didn't like it there.<br />Breanna is a very intelligent little girl. The problem is she's also independent. Most four-year-olds wouldn't know to keep within sight of the adult they were paired with. So every time she let go of my hand I had to go collect her. She amazed me when she started reading the printed information next to the tanks of exotic fish. Sure she had to sound out some of the words but I'm still extremely impressed that she was able to read words like habitat and instincts.<br />Breanna also has a big thing for hand sanitizer. At the downtown aquarium there is a hand sanitizer dispenser every fifteen feet or so. She used each one at least three times.<br />Yasmin is the cutest little girl in the world, next to Cora. (I'm not trying to usurp her Highness's position.) The problem is that she was scared of everything. The pretty jellyfish that looked like they were changing colors scared her. The sea turtles scared her. Even the clown fish, Nemo fish, and the fish that looked like Dori scared her. The beautiful and majestic sting rays? Terrified her. Maybe because they looked big enough to swallow her whole. Even the little fish frightened her. It was hard getting anything coherent out of her mouth but, from what I understood, she thought the fish could swim out and get her. The two, and sometimes three, inch glass didn't seem like a sturdy enough barrier to her.<br />So every time Yasmin got scared she climbed up me until she was wrapped around my head like the dog Max on How The Grinch Stole Christmas. You know, when they take the sled down the mountain? And that girl has some sharp ass nails.<br />Then we got to the largest tank where they keep the sharks. I was braced for impact when she would surely launch herself at me like the space shuttle headed to the international space station. She took one look at a nurse shark with all it's jagged, gnarly teeth and said... "Ooooh, pretty."<br />I about had a heart attack. Seriously... WTF?<br />I could probably have handled this with ease if it weren't for the fifty other schools on a field trip to the aquarium at the same time as us. Some of them were older kids, but it was like little kids day or something. And they all looked the same to me. Remember the tornado I mentioned earlier? That was the two or three hundred other kids there. Who, by the way were pushing in on me, and my tiny little charges, the whole time. It was like being in a mosh pit, only with something you need to protect.<br />At lunch time I had to try getting Kale to eat the food the school provided. See, the aquarium won't allow backpacks inside. I don't know why, just to irritate me probably. So I left Kale's lunchable in his backpack at the school. I swear, that child has food issues. The lunch the school provided consisted of a peanut butter and jelly crustable sandwich, obviously poison. Celery sticks, can't even be classified as edible. Apple sauce, which Kale informed me was scabs and pus. String cheese, jellyfish tentacles. (See, he did learn something on the field trip.) I managed to get him to choke down the apple juice, probably because he was starving.<br />When we got back to the school I did a bad thing. I made up some lame excuse and took Phoenix and Kale home where I collapsed on the living room floor and ate pizza until my head stopped buzzing.<br />Next week Kale's class is going to the Butterfly Pavilion and Ms. Weil, his teacher, said if they don't have any other parents to come I get to go with them again. Yay me!<br />I think I can handle it, if I have some nice tranquilizers to come home to.<br />Later BD<br />P.S.<br />Sarah, I love your music playlist. Well, except the lady gaga, aka: lady gag me. I can't stand her.bdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-4716167297478891592010-03-13T06:08:00.000-08:002010-03-13T06:57:56.665-08:00We're looking, we're looking. A... what are we lookin' for?So yeah, I've been away from my computer lately. But I really do have a good excuse. Honest.<br />First of all Robert moved in, totally not my idea, and he "fixed the computer" again. (also not my idea) So everything I had on the computer, my favorites, pictures, smutty websites, etc. are all gone. Plus I always feel like he's looking over my shoulder to make sure I'm not trash talking him or something. (P.S. If you are reading this Robert you should mind your own business and stay the hell off my blog spot.)<br />I kid you not, the same day he came the paranoid crap started. He said someone installed spy ware on our computer. Is it possible? Sure. But considering the source I'm not prepared to go on faith that it's true.<br />I've been sick for a while now. I'm getting a whole lot better but I still haven't gotten my voice back completely. It sounds like a sea hag getting goosed in the ass every few seconds. It's all low like a man who's smoked for fifty years but then when I talk for any length of time it cracks and shoots up in pitch until the dogs are the only ones who can hear it.<br />Sigh.<br />So if you have called me and I haven't answered it's because it hurts when I talk, not because I hate you and don't want to talk. You know me, I LOVE to talk.<br />Phoenix thought I was a vampire and tried to stake me.<br />(so I was gonna put a picture of my wound here but now that the computer is 'fixed' it won't let me see anything I plug into the tower. pisses me off!)<br />Well... that's not exactly how it went down but it sounds way cooler than what actually happened. I was making a wand with my dremel tool when Trip, the poor clueless puppy, came barrelling into me. I fell into the dremel and it slashed across my chest. The amount of blood was impressive but ultimately it wasn't that bad. It felt like I got a sunburn on a fresh tattoo.<br />Ooooooh. Funny story.<br />I had just finished getting Kale dressed after his bath so I was sitting in the hallway outside their bathroom. I was putting triple antibiotic ointment on the wound on my chest when John walked up to go into his room. (he didn't know I had been hurt) He saw me, his eyes got all big, and he turned around and started walking the other way. I did go tell him what I was really up to but for a minute there he thought I was stroking myself in public. Gross hun? I would have walked away too.<br />Kale has decided he wants to get married.<br />I know. He's only five but his mind is made up.<br />See, what had happened was...<br />His teacher, Ms. Weil, brought her dog to school because she's something of a celebrity to the kids and her cousin came with because she had a day off school and she wanted to help with the dog. Her cousin Jordan is this little blond twelve year old girl. And she's just about as cute as little girls get. When I came to pick up Kale his teacher told me to look at what he was doing. He was hiding behind a table, which was like an elephant hiding behind a bush and looking at Jordan with what can only be described as longing in his eyes. When he saw I was there he freaked out because he wanted to draw a picture for her before we left. After he gave her the picture he came out to me, stopped, said he forgot something important, and ran back into the classroom. He ran up to Jordan and said, "I LOVE YOU!" then ran back out to me.<br />While we walked home he told me I had to buy him a tuxedo so he could get married to her.<br />So yeah, Kale's in love with a cougar. I'm gonna be a mother in law.<br />Crazy.<br />Phoenix made up this story as part of his homework and I just was so proud of him that I had to share.<br /><strong><em>Once there was a snake who loved to spin in circles. But one day he spun in a circle for so long that he got tied in a knot. He asked everyone he knew for help but they couldn't untie him because they were snakes too and didn't have any hands. The snake was sad. To cheer himself up he started spinning in a circle again. Then he had an idea... He started spinning in a circle going the other way. He did it for a long time and he was very dizzy. But when he wasn't dizzy anymore he saw that he wasn't tied in a knot. He was very happy.</em></strong><br />Seriously, it doesn't get cuter than that.<br />Anywho,<br />Dakota and Dalton are here today so I've got to go see what the panicked screaming is all about.<br />Wish me luck and fortitude.<br />Later<br />BDbdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-50920281777309439112010-01-17T13:15:00.000-08:002010-01-17T15:42:28.670-08:00My Angry LetterThis was the letter that I wrote to Andrew at 4 am the morning after the Great Chucky Cheese Disaster.<br /><br />Andrew,<br />This cannot continue.<br />Why in the world your mother, or anyone really, expect a five year old to value familial relationships above shiny new possessions is above my knowledge. The ability to appreciate family comes with TIME and AGE, no one is born with it.<br />Your mother thinks we have turned Kale against her. It's sooooooo not true. I completely understand, and don't really care, that you will never believe me about that. But still, it's not true.<br />The fact that you blame Dakota for poisoning Kale and making him afraid of your side of the family is laughable to the point of hysteria.<br />Sure, I believe Kale told you it was so. But he also told us, and the social worker at his school, that you beat him with a belt.<br />Could it be true? Maybe. But I'm not prepared to take a five year old's word for it. He also thinks Ghost Rider is his best friend and lives under his bed. Kale has a big imagination and he uses it constantly.<br />It's called childhood!<br />When I was a child I hated going to my father's house because while I was there he would tell me how my behavior was wrong and what a worthless piece of shit my mother was. And yet he never caught on that, as a child, I didn't enjoy that kind of treatment.<br />Telling a kid that the way they think and feel is wrong isn't going to sway them to your way of thinking. All it does is create an uncomfortable environment for them and at such a young age all they know is it's not fun, so they don't like it.<br />I still, to this day, refuse to speak to my father. Is that what you and your mother want? Do you really think telling Kale he's wrong and bad is the way to get him to want to spend more time with you? Because I have over twenty years of experience being the child between two parents that live in different families and I know what will work. What you guys are doing will only make it worse.<br />Sparky... All she had to do was get through one family gathering without slinging insults at anyone, and she couldn't even do it for his birthday.<br />Do you know what the definition of insanity is?<br />Literally it is repeating the same behavior over and over, yet expecting different results every time. Your mother thinks that she is always right, that what comes out of her mouth is law. Then when Kale doesn't respond positively to what she's saying she labels him as wrong and bad. And yet she cannot fathom why he doesn't want to be near her. If I acted that way toward Addie what would you do? No one other than you and your wife has the right to reprimand your daughter, because you understand her behavior better than anyone.<br />If Addie got a bunch of presents and was at Chucky Cheese would you expect her to want to stay at the boring table to socialize with people she barely knows anymore? Of course she would want to play with her toys and all the games. She's a child and to expect more of her is unfair and insanely unrealistic.<br />Does your mother really think arguing with Kale, pointing out his character flaws, is the way to his heart? If she wanted to be around him so much she should have kept it light and fun for him. Now the only thing he's going to remember is his grandma yelling at him and Mommy and Daddy arguing.<br />Kids don't like uncomfortable situations. I would think, after raising as many children as Sparky has, she would have known that.<br />And I would never try turning Kale against any of you.<br />Do you know why?<br />Because it only drives the child toward whatever you're trying to warn them away from.<br />It's basic human behavior: Tell a kid not to touch the fire and they will stick their hand in it. You warned them but they went for it anyway. The thing is, they wouldn't have even thought of touching the fire if you hadn't mentioned it.<br />Anyway,<br />If you want to spend time with Kale all you have to do is call me. If he's not in school and we don't have anything planned you may come over to play with him. Hell, I'll even meet you somewhere if you don't want to be at my house.<br />But I'm warning you, if you bring Sparky I will leave with Kale, or ask you to leave if we are at my house.<br />All she does is make Kale feel like shit for being himself and I will no longer tolerate that poisonous behavior near my son. It's not good for him and personally, I'm sick to death of it. I simply will not stand for it anymore.<br />Oh.<br />And I will also not tolerate anymore badmouthing of Dakota. He never did anything to you, or Kale, and placing the blame on him is just a way for Sparky to feel like she did nothing wrong when, in fact, she did. And she knows it.<br />I would love for Kale to have a relationship with you and his siblings, I think it would be good for him. But Sparky is out. She is not good for him and I'm sick of allowing her bullshit near my son just because she's his family.<br />Being a parent will teach you some very hard lessons and one of the most important ones is this: Your children are more important than what anyone else wants.<br />What Sparky wants is not worth the emotional damage Kale sustains every time he's around her. So I'm sorry, I truly am, but she is no longer welcome around my family.<br />If she ever wants to see Kale again she needs to take a look at herself and realize that yes, she did do something wrong with him and perhaps try behaving a little better toward her only grandson.<br />He's growing up so fast and she's going to miss even more of it because she couldn't keep her hateful comments to herself.<br />It's sad really.<br />So, if you want a relationship with Kale then step up. The only person stopping you is yourself.<br />Oh, and could you tell Sparky not to send him Popcorn Factory stuff anymore? He doesn't like it very much and it's not going to buy his affection.<br /><br />I won't send this letter to him but it felt good to get it out.<br />Later<br />BDbdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-78916646135386519152010-01-17T08:07:00.000-08:002010-01-17T10:04:51.515-08:00Lets get ready to RUMBLE!Today is Kale's birthday... Hippo Birdie Ewe Ewe.<br />On Friday Sparky called and managed to convince Kale to come to Chucky Cheese so their side of the family could wish him a happy birthday and give him his presents.<br />For once he was excited to see his grandma and grandpa, but especially excited to see his sisters.<br />So yesterday Phoenix, Kale, Dakota and I went to the seventh circle of hell, otherwise known as 'Chucky Cheese.' I hate that place but last night was especially bad because everyone, and I mean <span style="font-style: italic;">everyone</span>, was there. It was so packed that we had to clean our own table just to have a place to sit. It was also very, very, very hot. Like how it gets in a mosh pit at a heavy metal concert. There were so many people and they were all in my personal space.<br />I'm a little claustrophobic and the people all around me were not enhancing my calm. But I stuck it out with a smile for the kids.<br />I gave Dakota fifty tokens and he was off with Phoenix when we found James and Addie. They told us where they were sitting and that they had saved us a table so I moved all our stuff to their section.<br />Addie loves her brother and she's at that very cute age where she gets so excited and has to tell everyone how she feels. "Is Kale! Kale! My Kale!" I mean, it just doesn't get cuter than that. His other sisters, Presley and Lilly, were considerably less excited about him and more happy to be chewing on anything they could get their hands on. But they're babies, I expected no less. They are getting so big and Lilly is chunky, just like Kale was as a baby.<br />Kale opened his presents, he made out like a bandit, and posed for so many pictures with his family. He was getting tired of it so he slipped away from the table and went to the giant gerbil cage to crawl in the tubes. I grabbed Phoenix and sent him in to get Kale and bring him back to the table. While he was inside James came to get me. I guess Kale was back at our table and was freaking out because he couldn't find any of us and thought we had left him with Sparky. I went to the table and tried my best to calm him down.<br />In the middle of Kale throwing the fit Sparky decides it's time for Kale to take a picture with his father, stepmother, and his three sisters. Sure it was a good idea, but the timing was less than stellar. So, of course, he didn't want to let go of me just yet. In his mind I had left him and he'd just gotten me back. He's still afraid of his grandmother and knows that everyone in that family is on her side. He seems to think that they will turn him over to her care.<br />Were his fears crazy? Maybe. But he's a little kid. You can't reason with a five year old, they're not rational creatures.<br />So, Kale didn't want to leave me to get his picture taken. Just when I had convinced him to pose for the picture, that I would stay where he could see me the whole time, Sparky starts packing up their shit and ranting at Kale.<br />It was loud and I had trouble hearing it all but the gist of it was that she was mad at Kale for not showing any interest in her and the family, that he was more interested in the presents than the people.<br />(I know what you're thinking, "no! a five year old more interested in presents than people, it can't be!" You feel me?)<br />Then, to seal the deal, she put her finger in his face and called him a "very f*@$ing selfish little boy!"<br />I asked Sparky why she had to go and do that. Why did she have to turn it into a fight? She said she could tell when she wasn't wanted and if Kale had what he'd come for then she would just leave.<br />(Can you hear my heart breaking? No! Say it ain't so!)<br />Andrew missed the ranting and after talking to his mother asked me why I had been so mean to his mother. I told him that she stuck her finger in Kale's face and what she said.<br />For a split second, I saw disappointment in his eyes. I think deep down he knows that his mother caused a fight and was angry with her. But who knows? Maybe I saw what I wanted to see. He said that Kale <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> a selfish little boy.<br />I told him, "Of course he is! He's a five year old. You can't expect him to behave like an adult when he's just a little boy."<br />Honestly, I think Andrew understands my side of the argument. But his mother is his <span style="font-style: italic;">mother</span>, and she's also his free babysitter. With a set of twins and another little girl to be watched while he's at work... Would you give it up just to speak your mind? I'm not saying he's a wuss... Okay, maybe I am, but I can see why he would take her side.<br />Everyone left with her. I think they're all afraid to go against her and you can tell she's the one who tells everyone else what to do because they all followed her out like lemmings.<br />Kale, of course, was upset. He was almost in tears when he told me he didn't know what he had done wrong and why was his grandma being so mean to him?<br />Yeah, happy birthday to you Kale.<br />I stayed in that hell on earth for another hour and a half to try cheering him up. We spent all of the tokens and eventually Kale forgot about the drama so he could concentrate on all the fun games and picking out his prizes.<br />So, other than the grudge match and insult slinging, it was a great birthday celebration.<br />I swear! I'm never going to that Chucky Cheese again.<br />Later<br />BD<br />P.S. The date on my camera is one day slow. 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLirR_oR_5JZc4AAPx-7jNR_NOGY9FIkrxXRZbv-J0Mc1PsoSem4TNyltn-NIwYQ38Hnl9EKV18FVsrL9m3fNRPKkMjl5tuEQCml5zv_Ry42yMcXXC2EVLJvOfeLxY8UKIgC2s_6ycpo0/s320/S5001795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423449066212611170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Trip was injured today.<br />I don't know what happened to her. I was inside, watching Animal Cops, when I heard her screaming outside. I ran to the door, but she had made it into the kitchen before I could see what she'd gotten into. She had a HUGE cut on her left side, kind of high up close to her spinal cord. I saw all the blood and, being the calm and collected girl I am, freaked out. I called Amoo and told her Trip was dying and to come take us to the animal hospital before she bled to death.<br />Amoo is like a rock in a tense situation. In her 911 operator voice she told me to put pressure on the wound and she would be there to pick us up in 15 minutes.<br />After the first few minutes the bleeding stopped and I got a good look at the wound. It was as long as my first finger and two fingers wide. At first I thought maybe she was attacked by another animal that had somehow made it into our back yard, but the cut was too clean for that. It looked like she had been sliced open with something hard and sharp.<br />After I got her to the hospital she started shaking really bad, but the nurse told me it was just because she was scared and in pain. (I thought she might be going into shock or something.)<br />The doctor had to drag Trip back to the triage center where they would put her to sleep for a couple hours and sew her back together.<br />I just talked to the doctor and she said it looked like Trip may have gotten stuck in a tight space with a jagged piece of metal dragging over her back. She said there was a lot of 'dead space' around the wound, which, she explained, is where her pelt was ripped away from the connecting tissue by the force of her trying to get out of wherever she was stuck. Basically she was skinned and they had to re-attach her pelt.<br />The best part of this??? She's going to be fine. She's going to have a drain tube that we have to flush out once a day and give her medicine 2x a day. What a terrible day.<br /></div>BDbdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-46366933491849409772009-12-24T18:13:00.000-08:002010-01-05T13:20:45.902-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQgeHFWUJ7rnUi8WumYVjsuWDMMT7uC0x05X-GkQHjPJ2FPUKXUHaCJpirgohVGGg23eJaoSJxraCqZMjWmGsEuteMi0__itzc5mb60bLAStf7mUCTOmQ_HSm0eWxQrGK_FU_jpJ8Gd8/s1600-h/S5001693.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQgeHFWUJ7rnUi8WumYVjsuWDMMT7uC0x05X-GkQHjPJ2FPUKXUHaCJpirgohVGGg23eJaoSJxraCqZMjWmGsEuteMi0__itzc5mb60bLAStf7mUCTOmQ_HSm0eWxQrGK_FU_jpJ8Gd8/s320/S5001693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423367947267508258" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Christmas!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Today we opened all our presents because Dakota has to leave early tomorrow morning. It was a good year. With Phoenix and Kale we had to get them both identical gifts so they wouldn't be fighting to the death over some stupid toy.<br />They both got pewter dragon boxes, skeleton shirts, hot wheels cars, a bucket of Lego's, and a skeleton hoody that zips up over their faces like a costume. They also got the most adorable dress clothes. They looked so cute! Like little gentlemen.</span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQqNijibCB7_V1-O08wY1fyC5LaDy93CxWK4RB0h7fBjXoUjCo5PzB0e-Eu4_Y-ml9fyW3BOrJqZgvxjVzUtvhMyb-fOMm5UERM1KGLfkLNc1FTgcOdNXdjHHd7AO6CjEvPL0L-yGWAg/s1600-h/S5001703.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQqNijibCB7_V1-O08wY1fyC5LaDy93CxWK4RB0h7fBjXoUjCo5PzB0e-Eu4_Y-ml9fyW3BOrJqZgvxjVzUtvhMyb-fOMm5UERM1KGLfkLNc1FTgcOdNXdjHHd7AO6CjEvPL0L-yGWAg/s320/S5001703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423367963725189554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Phoenix got a stuffed penguin with a gift card from his dad. We went to Target and he spent it all on Bionicles and Hot Wheels Cars.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I gave Kale a small stuffed rabbit because he was upset he hadn't gotten a stuffed animal too.<br />Oh and I almost forgot to mention the $500 Xbox and the two games to go with it.<br />Amoo made out like a bandit during a riot.<br />She got a Knotts Berry Farm pancake and preserves gift pack, two Harry Potter T-shirts, two Christmas pins, a package of glass icicles for her white tree, some fuzzy purple socks, a big can of Almond Roca, a snowman ornament that changes color when turned on, a coffee thermos for her endless addiction to hot chocolate, a custom made callendar, and the coup de gras... the book Hush Hush.</span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3pedZ_z6x1xPoaRG6ewdEUMl-6oTCYBrAFWEBg-LPO_86EHaJIS_2nR-1URFMXKTqjKo9DjpAmej79yir3Pv4kDdaUqmU_RgyFYkOQyzonKfmZO_d1_toC11iscl6kHwhLoX6uqjzfQ/s1600-h/S5001733.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3pedZ_z6x1xPoaRG6ewdEUMl-6oTCYBrAFWEBg-LPO_86EHaJIS_2nR-1URFMXKTqjKo9DjpAmej79yir3Pv4kDdaUqmU_RgyFYkOQyzonKfmZO_d1_toC11iscl6kHwhLoX6uqjzfQ/s320/S5001733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423367966550473058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I got two pair of pajama bottoms, one red with penguins and the other black with neon green skeletons. I really needed those since I have none. (The dogs ate mine.) I also got a comfy long sleeved shirt, the cutest little dragon winged fairy holding a dragon hatchling, and the coolest organizer I have ever seen. It looks like a bunch of petri dishes stacked on top of each other and connected to a rotating holder thingie. It's perfect for all my beads and dremel pieces.<br />But my very favorite gift, well there were two, was the ornament Phoenix gave me with his picture on it and the welcome mat Kale gave me with a wreath made out of his hand prints and red dots for holly berries.<br />Without a doubt the best gifts I've ever received.<br />Dakota had some more presents at his dad's but this is what he got at our house.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">From his mom he got a red t-shirt with some logo on it that makes him cool at school or something and three video games. Tomb Raider, Fallout 3, and Demon Souls.<br />From us he got a skeleton hoody and a two-headed dragon with an orb that changes color when turned on.</span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_aSWAJ6FTSYpAmn9QCLHmsuSC0id1oFmEIG-Fe8b7O5CwXk3Rf1SBVj6nwmLWm-ycpvGqdl5zIQHmU3maRym2RqCXAARFXVYVfsuVE2iILKNjG8gDO_nsWKmVauOWu_yshIWfMN9CsxE/s1600-h/S5001692.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_aSWAJ6FTSYpAmn9QCLHmsuSC0id1oFmEIG-Fe8b7O5CwXk3Rf1SBVj6nwmLWm-ycpvGqdl5zIQHmU3maRym2RqCXAARFXVYVfsuVE2iILKNjG8gDO_nsWKmVauOWu_yshIWfMN9CsxE/s320/S5001692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423367954230282210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">A strange note.<br />It was like Amoo was trying to go with a theme. Everyone but her got something with a skeleton and something with a dragon. Weird hun?<br />Anyway...<br />We are all anxious to see what Santa brings us tonight. I will try to remember to post tomorrow about his visit.<br /></span></span></span>Later BD</div>bdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-37041449118116870532009-11-20T19:17:00.000-08:002009-11-20T19:38:14.812-08:00Rabid Zombie SquirrelsI forgot to tell everyone about the RABID ZOMBIE SQUIRRELS!<br />The last time I went to work I opened the cupboard with my cleaning supplies and started getting everything out and ready. I heard a scratching, scrabbling sound behind me. I armed myself with a spray bottle of Windex in one hand and bleach in the other. I mean, they're supposed to be toxic if you mix them right? I looked in the trash can that's just outside the break room door and a squirrel jumped right up into my face.<br />It didn't touch me but I still let out the girliest, highest pitched squeal ever to pass my lips. It was so loud I could still hear it reverberating off the shop walls several seconds later.<br />My scream must have scared the crap out of the thing because there was a little wet puddle with tiny paw prints leading away from me and into the shop.<br />Later on I opened the bay doors, they're like giant garage doors, to take out the trash and I'll be damned if the thing didn't jump out at me again. It escaped into the night and I got another shot of adrenalin while the RTD bus drivers next door gawked at the woman who shrieked like a little girl who'd just seen the boogie man.<br />On Monday Amoo told me that Lyle, her co-worker, saw the same squirrel on Friday night while he was locking the back door. He said it even jumped right at him too. We think it was locked in the shop the whole weekend and was trying to get back to it's little squirrel family when it jumped at me to get outside.<br />I think it was either rabid or a zombie, or maybe both!<br />Dun, dun, duh!!!!!!!!!<br />So if you see a squirrel with suspiciously red glowing eyes and a foaming mouth, beware! It could be a RABID ZOMBIE SQUIRREL!!!<br />Later<br />BDbdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-39070691153353888692009-11-20T19:02:00.000-08:002009-11-20T19:14:40.976-08:00Who's the dumb ass? Stupid question.<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div>I think I need to mummify myself in caution tape to warn other people that standing too close to me could be hazardous to their health.<br /><br />Maybe the laws of gravity are slightly warped in my immediate vicinity or something. I'm surprised I haven't been hit by a meteor entering our atmosphere.<br /><br />Yes, I, the witless wonder, have injured myself again.<br /><br />I got home from the store last night with a huge bag of cat food, we like to buy it only once every two months. I had a bunch of bags in my other hand so I had the cat food bag over my right shoulder. When I flipped the bag down to the floor it snagged in one of my earrings and ripped it almost all the way out.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div>I didn't even notice how bad it was until the blood started dripping onto my shoulder.<br />And damn it! It's the piercing I just did like two, maybe three weeks ago. I don't think I'll ever be able to have an earring anywhere near that spot again, it's too damaged. Maybe in a year or so it will have healed enough.<br />Anyway, I'm a dumb ass.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1M0JJEQ7arhoKx37RvGntmB4ebZ8nPqB9_ERqmkh2PkOzi6lclV8e4A8KPGJjFW-a98CTXQUWEwGaSsyK61elK0T1tAbwVC40E1CsTRwAIjYEzbSbhfXN9yut-LPS_4bJZd3Gb-Si6pQ/s1600/S5001603.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1M0JJEQ7arhoKx37RvGntmB4ebZ8nPqB9_ERqmkh2PkOzi6lclV8e4A8KPGJjFW-a98CTXQUWEwGaSsyK61elK0T1tAbwVC40E1CsTRwAIjYEzbSbhfXN9yut-LPS_4bJZd3Gb-Si6pQ/s320/S5001603.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> And now it's time to play my favorite game:<br />WHAT COLOR IS BD'S HAIR THIS WEEK? Purple!!!<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_T8S4DaDX8dAl590SaVXcIG-_V78tzzXZd22MCVmoDwgdJKJy66JU9mQYmCWGpuw8rNHfrq_8r3u4Jfllldaq4RxbI9d-A0Je4fkPE2L31VZnbvxBHj5ouPY1jzmg2Ixho-uLQSuMTMo/s1600/S5001602.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_T8S4DaDX8dAl590SaVXcIG-_V78tzzXZd22MCVmoDwgdJKJy66JU9mQYmCWGpuw8rNHfrq_8r3u4Jfllldaq4RxbI9d-A0Je4fkPE2L31VZnbvxBHj5ouPY1jzmg2Ixho-uLQSuMTMo/s320/S5001602.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> Later<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div>BD<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>bdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-60309991984098942482009-11-08T06:58:00.000-08:002009-11-20T18:25:33.932-08:00Trip, de trip, de trip, de trip.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_o9EAvVI8PpinxD5G0XF2wX3jTqCsTJ8IWlP05dnQmJYa0ZqcIoLXDw0fzFxgK8U5gbifj9Q7q0-um1Zq3nM0pvMGPJ234SFSRxOAGNXFMbhIpBhwqRkE94YcLwMNnsNpx1UShw_YyXA/s1600/S5001594.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_o9EAvVI8PpinxD5G0XF2wX3jTqCsTJ8IWlP05dnQmJYa0ZqcIoLXDw0fzFxgK8U5gbifj9Q7q0-um1Zq3nM0pvMGPJ234SFSRxOAGNXFMbhIpBhwqRkE94YcLwMNnsNpx1UShw_YyXA/s320/S5001594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406377239231131522" border="0" /></a><br />I tried getting a good picture of Trip before the batteries on my camera died but she NEVER holds still! When my batteries are done charging I will try to get a picture of the phantom on her chest. Amoo says it looks more like a Phoenix.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLCbN6V2U3PcvCWXw6svQL-2FCg4Yu-QkDgCtVqkS88mQKH0exagfopmHQjjGS0o7m5TbgD_JtFyZuLK_C2UctQEfMbn-o7a6JqIaxzCe2IHv17NuqLji6MsAFxDSpkW7q39rvn5zDio/s1600-h/S5001587.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLCbN6V2U3PcvCWXw6svQL-2FCg4Yu-QkDgCtVqkS88mQKH0exagfopmHQjjGS0o7m5TbgD_JtFyZuLK_C2UctQEfMbn-o7a6JqIaxzCe2IHv17NuqLji6MsAFxDSpkW7q39rvn5zDio/s320/S5001587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401748997629683634" border="0" /></a>"So there's a pile of splinters under my nose... that could be anybody's. I was framed, I tell ya!" Cheyenne keeps trying to blame it on the puppy, but we all know she's just as culpable.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJ1c3vWhYgDesamwdsp1S3zVNa_wg_29qNJguadGkk6GGgjv1ZPqwn59FhIAhbNKL_jQXxyzqIZTqBLytuktpKAOFSmIVBmZ9VEluK8Y0HSytSxbmHxCoVApHhBeZZxxOHVse5_zH9SQ/s1600-h/S5001586.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJ1c3vWhYgDesamwdsp1S3zVNa_wg_29qNJguadGkk6GGgjv1ZPqwn59FhIAhbNKL_jQXxyzqIZTqBLytuktpKAOFSmIVBmZ9VEluK8Y0HSytSxbmHxCoVApHhBeZZxxOHVse5_zH9SQ/s320/S5001586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401748989822458706" border="0" /></a><br />Ahhhhh, the joys of having a puppy!<br />The other day Amoo asked me if I thought Trip would get any bigger. If we put Kale on his hands and knees you would see that they are the exact same size. Judging by her humongous paws and the fact that her gum's are still swollen due to teething, I think it's safe to say she's not done growing. By a long shot.<br />Phoenix has officially declared that Trip is his dog and as such he will be responsible for everything that has to do with taking care of her. It's a nice gesture but he really can't handle it so Amoo and I have been helping him with the watering and feeding.<br />This morning I came downstairs to find that the dogs had chewed up an entire roll of Amoo's toilet paper. Phoenix actually picked up his dog's mess without an argument.<br />Good on ya, mate.<br />If only I could get him to clean up the backyard, which lately has become known as a wasteland.<br />It's where the dogs like to drag all the booty they steal from the house. It's like they think we don't know they hide everything they chew up out there. I would take a picture but Amoo would kill me. It's a demilitarized zone of shoes, stuffed animals and plastic dishes they've stolen out of the dishwasher. Not to mention their newest favorite, underwear and bras.<br />I would clean it up but I fear I would not return and my boys need a mother.<br />So yeah, young dogs, a great load of fun. No really, I mean that.<br />Gotta go, Memnock is kicking Trip's assassinator and she's crying for help. So sad.<br />Later<br />BDbdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-35597585811327037792009-10-31T20:17:00.000-07:002009-10-31T20:54:45.672-07:00All Hallows Eve<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3sQF3XMiqK18qfL2rrfj7a2OIEKpychT8BqfLdjYAQDjel3QAlbw3zwAuLqULOm_tLCYDLLhnq5GIhGuKUtCzYl9L9rxovHHgXlyQRi0MkIpp8vFoWtKloAYUmSD_8MiX3d7sCr0SE8/s1600-h/S5001574.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3sQF3XMiqK18qfL2rrfj7a2OIEKpychT8BqfLdjYAQDjel3QAlbw3zwAuLqULOm_tLCYDLLhnq5GIhGuKUtCzYl9L9rxovHHgXlyQRi0MkIpp8vFoWtKloAYUmSD_8MiX3d7sCr0SE8/s320/S5001574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398976017859502370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGkSIAdZCq-Vao8oYaU3588zu55xs4hJqwxAZjrULhnTa90GXzNnkSnywOt-F_YvmzKXmcBvfM8fOrJF91Ubrr9TCjvOVxWy4lmRsEzzP6wK5YPITC65XdS8EyT2ziaYeZfYIm1B7wY8/s1600-h/S5001571.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGkSIAdZCq-Vao8oYaU3588zu55xs4hJqwxAZjrULhnTa90GXzNnkSnywOt-F_YvmzKXmcBvfM8fOrJF91Ubrr9TCjvOVxWy4lmRsEzzP6wK5YPITC65XdS8EyT2ziaYeZfYIm1B7wY8/s320/S5001571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398976014658652130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Tonight we carved pumpkins and went to Trunk-or-Treat. Phoenix's pumpkin was a spider and Kale's was an alien. I didn't have time to carve one for myself so I'll have to do it tomorrow.<br />We needed some flashlights for the boys so we went to Target to pick some up. I was shocked to find that the store's Halloween section was completely disassembled and was replaced with Christmas stuff. I love Christmas, to an almost unhealthy level, but damn! Couldn't they just wait till tomorrow to set this crap up?<br />I had to go to the camping section to get any flashlights and I managed to grab the last two that cost under twenty dollars each. In the car, while trying to free the flashlights from their impenetrable plastic wrapper, I sliced the crap out of my ring finger and couldn't get it to stop bleeding. Of course, I had no band aid and had to put pressure on it to keep it from spilling all over my Ghost Busters shirt.<br />The most fun in the world can be had at the annual Trunk-or-Treat. I kid you not! It takes about forty-five minutes to go to all of the cars and the kids come away with enough candy to give a four year old a coronary. When I was a kid we had to go door to door for six hours to get the same amount of candy they got tonight.<br />The kids were sooooooooo cute! And not just my kids.<br />Phoenix was thrilled to see another Optimus Prime and even a Bumblebee. Kale was very excited to see a grown man dressed as a wolf, his wife was Little Red Riding Hood. Kale said the man was his "Werewolf Brother."<br />Amoo loved the toddler dressed as a little Bee and another little girl was a Ladybug. Adorable.<br />The cutest ones I saw were the little boy dressed as a UPS delivery man, he was only about two years old and had the whole ensemble, and the other boy dressed as a Mechanic. He had overalls on with tools hanging on the pockets and grease stains on his face, he even had a greasy cloth sticking out of his pocket. And he kept walking up to people's cars with his hammer and tapping on the tail lights to fix them. You could tell the little kid loved to fix things and the costume totally suited him.<br />Anyway...<br />We had way too much fun and the kids almost went into a sugar coma before I could take their buckets of candy away. But that's what this Holiday is all about. Fun costumes and making yourself sick on candy.<br />Long live All Hallows Eve!<br />Later BD</span>bdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-79348802326731424252009-10-29T08:29:00.000-07:002009-10-29T09:15:53.949-07:00The FLU part deux.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5A7y8FunY83YzlweYsWHo7k1S7w6WmKi4V3YPac5xCWh18nV67Mu3ahZlpvJLkGPRoxDuuPYbZNu5ME5Xt-fvyJrplcdl-0Bi66AdQKloj4eKG0tFvs3d8Fh4nI4_tndPMYWLTCkXrg/s1600-h/S5001559.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5A7y8FunY83YzlweYsWHo7k1S7w6WmKi4V3YPac5xCWh18nV67Mu3ahZlpvJLkGPRoxDuuPYbZNu5ME5Xt-fvyJrplcdl-0Bi66AdQKloj4eKG0tFvs3d8Fh4nI4_tndPMYWLTCkXrg/s320/S5001559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398055007549503458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo70X0ta3XbJ1vKAJaQTPgnmqJeWByjSCGyfBIwoFGJbvL975Sp06LAu4wIDfe0_2PgoYf-EVL8s1rTF8S8zua0qgkL11HfFhuRIjvSOUz072bITEFAWZVQE4zs04ssDwb81t9u0sGw9o/s1600-h/S5001565.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo70X0ta3XbJ1vKAJaQTPgnmqJeWByjSCGyfBIwoFGJbvL975Sp06LAu4wIDfe0_2PgoYf-EVL8s1rTF8S8zua0qgkL11HfFhuRIjvSOUz072bITEFAWZVQE4zs04ssDwb81t9u0sGw9o/s320/S5001565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398054996769396290" border="0" /></a><br />We were finally getting better, damn it!<br />All our coughs were settling down and the vomiting and fevers had stopped. I guess I forgot about my luck and to watch my mouth because when Amoo asked me if we needed any over the counter medicine for the kids I said, obviously without thinking, "I think we have enough drugs to last us the rest of the year." We had stocked up while everyone was sick and we had tons of the stuff. Mucinex for adults and kids. Cough strips, Ibuprofen, Tylenol, sore throat spray and cough drops. We had it all.<br />The next day I had to keep both boys home from school because one had a fever and the other was coughing so hard I had to give him nebulizer treatments to keep him breathing. Ironically Kale, the one who only had a fever, was the one who had to go to the emergency room because he couldn't breath.<br />Phoenix was still coughing but it was well taken care of because he has a daily inhaler to control his asthma. On Monday I gave Kale four Neb treatments before 5 pm and the wheezing was still persisting.<br />Kale is not the most level-headed of children. Every time he had trouble breathing he started screaming and running from room to room like he was trying to get away from whatever was choking him.<br />At about 5:30 I tried giving him another Neb and the machine wasn't working! I think there might have been a small hole in the tubing or something because it wasn't smoking like it's supposed to. We don't have a rescue inhaler because Phoenix and I both take daily asthma meds and we've got the nebulizer so we never really needed one.<br />I had to rush him to the hospital.<br />All the nurses and doctors thought he was dying or having a seizure from the way he was behaving. When they finally got him a Neb treatment he calmed down and charmed them all with his stories and cuteness.<br />Well, there was a moment when they tried giving him liquid prednisone and he spit it back at the nice nurse who squirted it in his mouth. But then, and I have never seen Kale ever do this, he said, "I'm sorry lady but it tasted really gross." Then he asked her if she was okay.<br />I swear he was trying to get them all to love him.<br />After three treatments his heart rate was 190 and everyone kept coming in to check on him. Kale loved the attention, and because he had so much adrenaline in him he was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. He kept telling everyone how he wanted to be a monster when he grew up and did they ever see a Bakugan this cool, and how come it was so hot in the room and could he have a Popsicle?<br />It never stopped. Now I know I will never let my kids have any caffeine.<br />Anyway...<br />After six hours in the ER we were finally sent home and I got Kale a pitty happy meal at 11 pm.<br /><br />Last night Phoenix had night terrors all night.<br />If you have never experienced this you should try it. No really it's great. What happens is he wakes up and walks around the house crying and screaming. His eyes are open and he can even answer some basic questions but he's not really awake. Last night he came into my room and kept screaming in my face but I couldn't figure out what he really wanted. I really thought he was sick and in pain, not having a night terror. So in my most intelligent moment yet I tried to communicate with him.<br />The number one rule for kids having a night terror and sleep walking is to NEVER WAKE THEM UP!<br />Every time I tried getting him to tell me what was wrong he freaked out even worse and kept putting his hand up in front of my face and shaking it like he was trying to get me to shut up and leave him alone. At 3 am I couldn't seem to remember that I should just take him back to bed so I kept trying to talk to him which kept making him more afraid and scream louder.<br />Finally he just walked away from me and went back to bed.<br />Even when he's asleep he's smarter than me.<br />This morning I made the boys a special breakfast because they were both feeling so crappy. Phoenix loved his but Kale wouldn't touch his. I swear he thinks I'm trying to poison him or something because he won't eat anything I make.<br />Later<br />BDbdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-12976235105273951622009-10-09T16:48:00.000-07:002009-10-09T17:03:41.826-07:00I am a Dumb Ass!On Wednesday I went to work. I was at the second building when I fell. There are no street lights around that place and I have to use a flashlight to see my way into the building. I think my flashlight needs new batteries because it was very dim. The lack of light ensured that I couldn't see the crack in the pavement that I tripped over. I landed on one of those metal girders that they use for the frames of skyscrapers. It hurt like a mother trucker.<br />The next morning I went to the E.R. and found out I had broken a small piece of my wrist bone off. They put me in a splint because they don't give you a cast right away anymore. I guess the swelling can cut off the circulation to your fingers and can cause tissue damage. In short, they would have to cut off my dead fingers.<br />So in a week I have to go to my doctor where they will decide if I need a cast or if they want to just keep me in the splint.<br />I planned on writing more but it's extremely hard to type with one hand so I'll have to continue this another time.<br />I had to put a soft sock under the splint because it was rubbing off my skin.<br />Later<br />BD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinewQBpn2dWqFQLDF3l6QMKkWMwLISRgRCPOi4AdkDIrt8QKCoWgHUT1fSX9u0Arfu5WcPNomxfpiwqvFMq0oyEacnv_drSoNzqJN7cl_cix02YB9Oltz5JXCn9AVw5tHIxAkceQgCjO8/s1600-h/S5001545.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinewQBpn2dWqFQLDF3l6QMKkWMwLISRgRCPOi4AdkDIrt8QKCoWgHUT1fSX9u0Arfu5WcPNomxfpiwqvFMq0oyEacnv_drSoNzqJN7cl_cix02YB9Oltz5JXCn9AVw5tHIxAkceQgCjO8/s320/S5001545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390754655715774914" border="0" /></a>bdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-79380764692536369852009-10-02T07:37:00.000-07:002009-10-02T08:44:32.526-07:00Happy Birthday To FLU!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubk3sY4faWpyLbT6nJ-f5S8SwN1l6JrsOdiNVDXxhIuJXNOUCqskDUQjG5fmq3ZM1a3qaIkW5lsAfUV9O_TwOepAT12GCsop-Yl_WBe2vNa1BoPUYMAJN5jeQpP25MgN1bNEiV8AoJP8/s1600-h/S5001522.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubk3sY4faWpyLbT6nJ-f5S8SwN1l6JrsOdiNVDXxhIuJXNOUCqskDUQjG5fmq3ZM1a3qaIkW5lsAfUV9O_TwOepAT12GCsop-Yl_WBe2vNa1BoPUYMAJN5jeQpP25MgN1bNEiV8AoJP8/s320/S5001522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388027635286303570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyGtEeI1_O3elnW4FEmNXBTFr0mvw4uRelyLX5KyxxMx_nYSmmKDfKeNkTAzqlYj4eFEjf-_kSk-BTV_kGfNS2CKetCDuPwMSYyrJQ7g5YI2OPS6bgX747JEckk6XOiz7B166ndCJd6Q/s1600-h/S5001521.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyGtEeI1_O3elnW4FEmNXBTFr0mvw4uRelyLX5KyxxMx_nYSmmKDfKeNkTAzqlYj4eFEjf-_kSk-BTV_kGfNS2CKetCDuPwMSYyrJQ7g5YI2OPS6bgX747JEckk6XOiz7B166ndCJd6Q/s320/S5001521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388027625865254562" border="0" /></a><br />Okay... where to begin?<br />First of all, the reason why no one has been able to get a hold of me is because we have all been so sick. Seriously, when you're so ill that you can't motivate yourself to answer the phone then you know something is terribly wrong.<br />It started with Kale being sent home on Thursday because he couldn't stop throwing up. I spent most of that day and night cleaning up after him and doing laundry. The poor little guy just couldn't hold anything down. The next day Phoenix had a fever of 102.5 so no one went to school.<br />I let Phoenix open his birthday present on Friday so he could have the whole weekend to play Guitar Hero 5. On Saturday night Phoenix's ear started hurting badly so at 4am when he couldn't stand it anymore we went to the Children's hospital to get some antibiotics. I spent the rest of the day trying to get the kids well for school on Monday. That plan was shot to hell when Phoenix started throwing up Monday morning.<br />I know! The poor kid spent his birthday puking his guts up. It's just not fair! Anyway, they both had fevers on Tuesday so they still couldn't go to school, again. Wednesday they were both feeling much better so I sent their butts to school.<br />Unfortunately I forgot they are planning to change Kale's classroom location and ECE kids had the day off while the school plans the move. So I had to bring Kale home.<br />Don't get me wrong, I love my boys. But I was sooooooo ready to have a day off! I had just spent the last six days taking care of every little need their sick butts required and I was looking forward to a day where all I had to worry about was doing the dishes and taking the dog out.<br />So yeah, sounds like a hectic time right?<br />But wait, there's more!<br />Sparky decided to visit our house on Wednesday. Me, being the suave woman I am, saw her out our front room window and exclaimed loudly, "F#@K ME RUNNING!"<br />I know what you're thinking, "She's calm and collected under pressure." That's me.<br />I cannot talk to that woman, I have a problem with my temper when forced to deal with ignorant people. James can be reasoned with, but Sparky makes no sense when she is angry. She's right and everyone else in the world is wrong. Why? Because she said so.<br />Anyway, I went and got Amoo to talk to her to keep myself from screaming at the irritating woman. If that makes me a chicken shit, so be it. After much bickering on Sparky's part mom discovered that they want to raise the rent, again.<br />Mom told them that we would not stay here for the amount they wanted so we would start looking for a new place to go. Sparky, of course, started yelling that she would have us evicted if we didn't agree to pay the rent. Which by the way is the total amount of the house payment. So we would be buying them a house.<br />When Sparky starts popping shit even Mom can't deal with it. She told her, "Sparky you're so dumb I can't believe you breath the same air as humans!" Score one point for the home team.<br />After looking for a place to rent that night, I went the next morning and got a whole crap load of boxes and started packing. I have to say, people are desperate to rent their properties. Rent is extraordinarily cheap and they no longer seem to care if the tenants have dogs and cats. You can tell the economy has taken a downturn when the people are no longer picky about who they rent out to.<br />We found several 3 bedroom houses for $700-$900 per month, and all of them allowed pets.<br />Mom and I started looking at places on a rent-to-own basis, and there's a lot of them out there. But then she had this idea. If she could talk to James, who is the only reasonable person in that family, she could agree to paying the whole house payment if he will let us have the house when it's payed off. She talked to him and he said he would think about it. Which basically means he has to ask Sparky's permission and she's going to say no. Why? Because she's mad at Kale and thinks we have turned him against her. I swear that woman is so full of spite, I wonder how she hasn't choked on it yet.<br />So, if by some miracle he can convince his wife to let us buy the house, we won't have to move. We are so not counting on that. I'm still packing. We will not stay here for the amount they are asking when we can get our own house for three or four hundred less each month.<br />And yes, if they agree to let us buy the house we would need some kind of notarized proof that the home would belong to us after we pay the total amount of the loan, plus the amount they have already paid. And of course we would have to pay for the entirely new kitchen and water heater. But if we can keep the house it would be worth it. I like my house. We get to paint the rooms however we want and we don't have to worry about replacing the carpet every time the kids spill their drinks.<br />Anyway... I hope James can make his wife see reason, but I highly doubt it. So we are still planning to move. I don't like moving but it would be a lot cheaper to rent a different house than to stay here. I hope Sparky realizes that.<br />I have always wanted to tell James that he needs to tell a doctor that his wife's moods change with the weather, literally. During the summer she is happy and we are her best friends and she loves us. But as soon as the weather starts getting cold she turns into the most evil, spiteful woman I have ever encountered. And all of a sudden we are pieces of shit not good enough to lick the crap off her boots. I'm pretty sure there's a treatment for her kind of behavior, because it's not normal.<br />Just don't let her hear you say it. Because she's perfect, don't you know? And she could never do anything wrong.<br />I know, I'm acting like a child. Complaining about her is an adolescent thing to do, but I can't hold it back anymore. Besides, it feels good. Like and enema.<br />Later<br />BDbdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-6347854535147700762009-09-15T09:42:00.000-07:002009-09-16T13:08:28.074-07:00It's A Trip.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQw2442AOj-M-Kb-9gEi30-mO_dyTmaC7Q5E4M3EqVa79_Tb2tFTeRQ8oM24uIKA8BgNtBs-LFfCabB4TR5TxBElUKfBdQ_iN6Q6ZT9U5JP5fP4r_o_FU-s6LsiU0MAb9I5jzZ7wNMHNg/s1600-h/S5001510.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQw2442AOj-M-Kb-9gEi30-mO_dyTmaC7Q5E4M3EqVa79_Tb2tFTeRQ8oM24uIKA8BgNtBs-LFfCabB4TR5TxBElUKfBdQ_iN6Q6ZT9U5JP5fP4r_o_FU-s6LsiU0MAb9I5jzZ7wNMHNg/s320/S5001510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382159387149547010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfG3hbABXEio3MvK4dgIU3Ty-WFTSOxYEsrSQCloc9TIBMdp-dFx5intob4bznuNNtAcGhMEqkKWn10ef_7QPXRQcNrLoZ0JuiYh6bYEtyrozeE8VsvW0weowqS9YFnB5ev0TTK3fBtg/s1600-h/S5001513.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfG3hbABXEio3MvK4dgIU3Ty-WFTSOxYEsrSQCloc9TIBMdp-dFx5intob4bznuNNtAcGhMEqkKWn10ef_7QPXRQcNrLoZ0JuiYh6bYEtyrozeE8VsvW0weowqS9YFnB5ev0TTK3fBtg/s320/S5001513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382159380198269410" border="0" /></a>We have a new addition to the family. We got a puppy.<br />The decision to get another dog came about when we saw that Cheyenne doesn't chew things as much when she has someone with her while we are gone. The websites call it separation anxiety.<br />Josh found a family that had a litter of twelve puppies they were trying to adopt out and he picked us out one.<br />At first I was feeling a little left out when I didn't get the chance to pick out our own puppy, but now that I've met her I have to admit that he made the perfect choice. She's the sweetest, most mild mannered dog in the world. She always wants to cuddle with someone and she's kind of a wuss. When the neighbor's dog barks she runs away to be held and comforted by someone.<br />She is ten weeks old, black with three gray paws and a white marking on her chest that looks like a cartoon ghost. She also has some gray on her chin. Josh said she's half German Shepherd and half Chesapeake, whatever the hell that is.<br />We named her Trip because she has the three gray paws and if she isn't falling over her own feet, then someone else is falling over her. Yes she is forever underfoot.<br />I had forgotten how nice it was to have my kids all grown up. This puppy helped me realize how easy my day to day life had become. It's like having a toddler in the house again.<br />She chews on anything she finds, including people, and she is constantly getting into places that are almost impossible to get out of. I spend most of my time following her around making sure she's not getting into something she shouldn't be. The only reason why I have time to blog is because she's sleeping after exhausting herself by playing with Cheyenne.<br />We're trying to raise her right, we already have one dog that thinks the leash is a torture device, so I've been taking her with me to walk the boys to and from school. It also helps to get her used to lots of different people. I want her to be a nice dog to everyone. I'm not the only parent that walks their kids to school with a dog, but I think we have the youngest one so she is the star. Kale and Phoenix love showing her off and have been pretty good about letting the other kids pet her and they are very enthusiastic about walking her and making sure she has food and water.<br />The one major problem I have is the potty training. I understand that she's just a baby, but I HATE cleaning up bodily fluids. We're working on it. She's only been with us for two days so I think after another few days she'll start understanding what I'm trying to teach her.<br />Later<br />BDbdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550682272757019300.post-90196411136545081082009-09-04T13:10:00.000-07:002009-09-04T13:39:08.791-07:00It's a PORT KEY!Amoo and I have noticed something strange. For many months, probably a year, there has been a specific piece of trash placed in the same spot every single day.<br />When you drive to my, and Amoo's, work you have to go under three railroad bridges. Each bridge has a pillar in the middle of the road separating the lanes of traffic. Just before the first pillar there is always and empty Pepsi can in the road almost touching the pillar.<br />It's always there!<br />Amoo and I have a need, more like involuntary compulsion, to run over every can visible on the road so we know the can has been replaced every day with a new, unsquashed one.<br />At first it was just curious. We would joke that there must be some kids drinking soda under the bridge at night, or something. But it's only ever been one can. And why the hell would a person put it in the same spot every day?<br />Yesterday was different.<br />There were three Pepsi cans and there was the weirdest person picking them up with tongs. First of all, why tongs? Most people who pick up trash have a stick with a nail at the end or that long grabber thingie with the pincers at the end. This guy had a pair of hot dog tongs. WTF?<br />Secondly, this man was dressed very strangely. He had on a neon orange hat, like the ones men wear when they go hunting. He also had on a blue hoody with a business suit vest over it, and the worst pair of plaid golfing slacks I've ever seen in my life.<br />Now, doesn't that sound like a wizard trying to pass himself off as a muggle?<br />The evidence is compelling.<br />And why wasn't he letting his skin touch the innocent pepsi cans? Because it's a port key and he didn't want to be transported to wherever it lead.<br />Another point.<br />These railroad tracks are right next to a natural gas refinery, or something like that, called 'Suncor.' Natural gas my butt!<br />This place always smells like brimstone and has huge smoke stacks belching fire at all hours every day.<br />What if they really have dragons in there? It would explain the smell and the fires. Maybe it's a hatchery.<br />Maybe underground it's the 'Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.'<br />The whole thing is a conspiracy, I tell you! Hopefully I can post this blog before the American division of the 'Ministry of Magic' catches up to me and obliviates all my suspicions away. If this post suddenly disappears, you'll know why.<br />Later<br />BD<br />P.S.<br />Anyone retarded enough to think I'm being serious needs mental help and should seek the nearest medical care providers.<br />It's just a joke, DUMB ASS!bdmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123910793875283526noreply@blogger.com1