According to local retail, Christmas season started about a month ago. I went in Hobby Lobby to get some wooden cut outs for a school project only to find Mr. Jack O'Lantern sharing conversation with Saint Nicholas and the holy family. I think Miles Standish might have tried to get in on the conversation by offering some sort of turkey dinner, but Frosty wasn't having it. Whatever. My mother and I are leaving tomorrow for one night and are going to the land of outlets and Dolly, of airbrushed t-shirts and Pfaltzgraff, to try and get a large chunk of Christmas shopping and general winter clothing shopping done before "Black Friday" arrives...well, this year it is more like "Sell Your Family Thanksgiving Dinner Out for a Cheaper Flatscreen at Kmart Thursday". By the wee hours of the Friday after Turkey day, the hub and I are fighting the throngs to find the few deals we still need while feasting on coffee, more coffee and the pure entertainment value of people watching during the madness. We never fail to be shocked and impressed when seeing some deal-thrill seeker with a cart full of crock pots or three baskets full of spatulas because, well, "you just don't see deals like that every day." Kind of like my mom and I today at Kroger. Since we are entering the season of holiday baking, we jumped on a Land O Lakes butter deal and ended up splitting 10lbs of butter for a ridiculous price. Hey...HEY! Don't judge me. Or if you want, you can. Just don't expect any baked goods left on your porch.
So just say a little prayer that we have success tomorrow and Saturday and that our sanity is in tact when we leave the land that Dolly built. It should be interesting.
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Thursday, November 7, 2013
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Nefarious use of meds
I am writing this late after having had a crazy day and ending it with a nice conversation with my father. My oldest came home early from school, complaining of a sore throat and sinus issues. I was praying that strep was not striking again. I have kind of hit my limit of Purell and Lysol this week. While she was draped on a sheet on our bed, I was frantically trying to finish work on baby doll "D" so she could be reunited with her little girl this evening. I ended up giving her a skirt to help keep her legs from falling off:
I also gave her a bonus accessory if her owner wanted to dress her up a bit:
A little rag ballet skirt. D's owner was just happy to have her back. I think the moms enjoyed the skirt. I was just relieved that her stay at the hospital and her treatment was little girl and mother approved.
The hub took S to th NP to get some relief from her health issue. I was guessing sinus infection...and I was right. No strep, thank goodness. Upon her insistence, the hub, against his better judgement, let her get the pill version of antibiotic. This pill was the size of her pinky and, for someone who could barely swallow a pill the size of a Tic Tac, she had a horrible time swallowing it. Words were exchanged between parents and child and a call to the pharmacy was made. Unfortunately, we couldn't get the liquid version of her antibiotic without a new prescription. I offered to return the tablet meds with no expectation of reimbursement and pay the agreed upon amount for liquid, but no dice. If she continues to have issues with the tablets, they may try to talk to the NP tomorrow and see if they would write a new script. "You see, m'am, you would be in possession of double antibiotics." Um, what does that mean? I have never been accused of nefarious use of Augmentin, but there's a first time for everything.
Hopefully everyone is sleeping well, S with her crushed up antibiotics in her gullet and the little girl reunited with her baby doll "D". I will hopefully have sweet dreams of my apparent misuse of anti-sinus infection meds. Whatever. Night all.
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I also gave her a bonus accessory if her owner wanted to dress her up a bit:
A little rag ballet skirt. D's owner was just happy to have her back. I think the moms enjoyed the skirt. I was just relieved that her stay at the hospital and her treatment was little girl and mother approved.
The hub took S to th NP to get some relief from her health issue. I was guessing sinus infection...and I was right. No strep, thank goodness. Upon her insistence, the hub, against his better judgement, let her get the pill version of antibiotic. This pill was the size of her pinky and, for someone who could barely swallow a pill the size of a Tic Tac, she had a horrible time swallowing it. Words were exchanged between parents and child and a call to the pharmacy was made. Unfortunately, we couldn't get the liquid version of her antibiotic without a new prescription. I offered to return the tablet meds with no expectation of reimbursement and pay the agreed upon amount for liquid, but no dice. If she continues to have issues with the tablets, they may try to talk to the NP tomorrow and see if they would write a new script. "You see, m'am, you would be in possession of double antibiotics." Um, what does that mean? I have never been accused of nefarious use of Augmentin, but there's a first time for everything.
Hopefully everyone is sleeping well, S with her crushed up antibiotics in her gullet and the little girl reunited with her baby doll "D". I will hopefully have sweet dreams of my apparent misuse of anti-sinus infection meds. Whatever. Night all.
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Tuesday, November 5, 2013
The hub's a pin cushion
Today the hub went to the surgery clinic to start the process of injections all over again. November 12 of lst year, he had major back surgery on his L4-L5 region. Unfortunately, we are back in the land of bad back pain and epidural steroid injections. Today was one of three he could possibly have. While he was IV'ed up and in LaLaLand dreaming of happy pain-free backs, I was in the waiting room laughing out loud at season 4 of The IT Crowd. I had to bite my tongue a few times or risk getting dirty looks for the guffaws coming from my belly. Afterwards, I took the hub to get lunch in his empty belly and then home for a nap to try and sleep off the rest of the sleepy juice. Praying this goes well and takes this time.
On another health note, my Uncle David had surgery today to remove a tumor/cyst/unwanted mass from the base of his neck. After a longer surgery and bigger incision than previously thought, he is out and being called the "Miracle Man" by his docs. They did not have to cut any nerves and the growth did not go into the bone. We are just waiting to find out the results of the biopsy. Our prayer is for no cancer.
Completely different note, my son informed me, as I was peeling potatoes to make soup, that potatoes can be male or female...depending on if they have make up on their eyes. It is a good thing the knife was not in my hand. I would have cut my hand off laughing so hard. Night all.
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On another health note, my Uncle David had surgery today to remove a tumor/cyst/unwanted mass from the base of his neck. After a longer surgery and bigger incision than previously thought, he is out and being called the "Miracle Man" by his docs. They did not have to cut any nerves and the growth did not go into the bone. We are just waiting to find out the results of the biopsy. Our prayer is for no cancer.
Completely different note, my son informed me, as I was peeling potatoes to make soup, that potatoes can be male or female...depending on if they have make up on their eyes. It is a good thing the knife was not in my hand. I would have cut my hand off laughing so hard. Night all.
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Monday, November 4, 2013
Germaphobe is my new name
Okay, I'm not exactly a germaphobe, but I am getting to that point. I've had a kid home with strep today, one who called for an emergency Mucinex dose during school and one who can't keep his hands away from his face...so something's coming. Our family has become somewhat of a joke or punchline here lately. With my oldest constantly injured in sports and the three of them seeming to catch everything that comes down the pike PLUS my poor husband with the back that will not get better, people just shake their heads and laugh upon hearing the scourge of the day. So not a surprise that I was sitting in the residential sick ward most of the day. I did go get the super duper leaf blower for the neighbor and discussed doll repair strategy with my friend D. In that vein, I think I am going to make baby doll "Dee" a skirt. She needs to hide her raggedy little bum and update her look just a bit.
Tomorrow I take the hub to get another injection in his back. We were supposed to go two weeks ago, but sinus infection nixed that dream. I'm just really praying that this one will give him some relief. If not, we will regroup and figure out his next step. Either way, prayers and positive thoughts would be appreciated. The man has got to get some relief. And so do the rest of us.
Going to check the laundry and get myself ready for The Blacklist. Hope I can awake for it. Love me some James Spader.
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Tomorrow I take the hub to get another injection in his back. We were supposed to go two weeks ago, but sinus infection nixed that dream. I'm just really praying that this one will give him some relief. If not, we will regroup and figure out his next step. Either way, prayers and positive thoughts would be appreciated. The man has got to get some relief. And so do the rest of us.
Going to check the laundry and get myself ready for The Blacklist. Hope I can awake for it. Love me some James Spader.
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Sunday, November 3, 2013
Repair of great importance
So, as I have put on here from time to time, I sew. But unlike my friends D and A, I am not one who can sew any kind of clothing. I even took a beginner's sewing class to learn how to read and interpret the lingo on an actual dress pattern. I made two dresses, but I can't honestly tell you how that happened. Our instructor was nice, but she took the pattern as a mere suggestion and wanted me to do it her way. Because of this, I still don't know terms like "selvage" and think bias tape is created by the devil. But, I can sew creatures, puppets, bunnies and bears...and the occasional "Substitute Creature" hat. Okay I lied, I did make pants and a makeshift bathrobe for Walter and Jeff Lebowski dolls I made. Not the greatest example of my skilss, but they were awfully funny. Well, you can imagine my surprise when a little girl at church entrusted me with her doll baby "Dee" that she does not go to bed without. She is well into her elementary school career, so this doll is a serious companion. Dee's legs are full of batting, or polyfil of some kind, and they look like they are on their way to possibly falling off. So here is my chance to make her some little pants that will fit her nicely, look stylish and, most importantly, keep her legs on. And it needs to be done in a timely manner. This girl needs to be able to sleep and her companion needs to be by her side.
I feel honored and burdened to be the one to help her with the repair. I don't want to do anything that will injure or mar the sweet doll, but she will be different after the process. Often when we are entrusted with something of great importance to another, we feel the wieght of responsibilty and the honor of the trust. Just say a little pray I don't ruin this poor child's childhood by giving her doll pants that are not conducive to good sleep at night. Dolly "Dee" has a big job and needs to have her legs on right to up her game.
Enjoy your sleep. I will be int his bed wide awake and trying to figure out how to do the best surgery on her that I can. Eeek.
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I feel honored and burdened to be the one to help her with the repair. I don't want to do anything that will injure or mar the sweet doll, but she will be different after the process. Often when we are entrusted with something of great importance to another, we feel the wieght of responsibilty and the honor of the trust. Just say a little pray I don't ruin this poor child's childhood by giving her doll pants that are not conducive to good sleep at night. Dolly "Dee" has a big job and needs to have her legs on right to up her game.
Enjoy your sleep. I will be int his bed wide awake and trying to figure out how to do the best surgery on her that I can. Eeek.
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Saturday, November 2, 2013
How bazaar, how bazaar
Our church had their every other year bazaar today. I feel guilty, because I didn't make anything for it this year. I truly just ran out of time. Instead, the boy and I made a trip down there to spend some money and support missions. He made out like a bandit. Got a little Lego set, a book on drawing whales and sharks and some chocolate-peanut butter fudge. I stupidly picked up a very unique old pitcher, put it down to think about it and had a lady swipe it. Newman. I really wanted that thing. Oh well. Afterwards, we made runs to Home Depot for the Kids' Workshop and a "bagsy". The boy enjoyed constructing a boat:
After a quick birthday present purchase at Target, we returned to the ranch. The boy was to make a birthday card and then construct his Lego set. I set to fill the bagsy with tile removed from the bathroom and then blow the leaves in the front yard. At one point, a nice Acura SUV drove slowly by the house. He waved, smiled and gave me a thumbs up. The wife, I assume, shot me a death look and gave me a thumbs down. This has happened before and for two reasons. (1)The husband has admired the leaf blower we have. It is about a good 15 years older than I am easily but just like a full force gale(nod to Van Morrison) on wheels. It will put a hurt on some yard leaves. (2) I enjoy doing yard work for the most part. I like to mow and get the leaves off the grass and ready to be sucked up by the giant trucks. Apparently in my neck of the woods, wives don't like to do the leaf blowing so much as maybe the husbands want them to and this is a picture to show the wives that they can indeed do the lawn. Two things more. (1)You cannot have our blower and (2)I am not the poster wife for yard work and the role it plays in marital strife. I have a husband with a horrible back problem. This is something I can do for him.
After the yard work came the house cleaning. I listened to music that was designed to help me work and annoy my children all at the same time. A little bonus tohelp me whistle while i work, so to speak. I folded clothes and put away easily 25 pairs of socks and 35 pairs of underwear. I know that is a lot. Just know I lost the game of chicken with my family as to who would put the clean laundry away first. Apparently they could be carpetbaggers indefinitely. I could not. Oh well. They are now safely tucked into bed, the boy grinding his teeth and G is coughing a lot with allergies. Looks like it's gonna be a vap-o-rub on the feet kind of night. Great.
One last thing. I have gotten an unusual amount of hits to this blog in the last few days. While I hoped it was because of my witty anecdotes, I knew better. There is apparently a woman with my same name who is battling breast cancer in the, what I would call, northern midwest. Her friends have set up a site to raise funds for her surgery and treatment. As I have stated before, breast cancer hits very close to my heart. Two of my aunts, several friends and acquaintances are survivors and a couple friends of mine received their complete healing, but not here on Earth with us. I hope you'll add this Jennifer Cook to your prayers. Good night, all.
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After a quick birthday present purchase at Target, we returned to the ranch. The boy was to make a birthday card and then construct his Lego set. I set to fill the bagsy with tile removed from the bathroom and then blow the leaves in the front yard. At one point, a nice Acura SUV drove slowly by the house. He waved, smiled and gave me a thumbs up. The wife, I assume, shot me a death look and gave me a thumbs down. This has happened before and for two reasons. (1)The husband has admired the leaf blower we have. It is about a good 15 years older than I am easily but just like a full force gale(nod to Van Morrison) on wheels. It will put a hurt on some yard leaves. (2) I enjoy doing yard work for the most part. I like to mow and get the leaves off the grass and ready to be sucked up by the giant trucks. Apparently in my neck of the woods, wives don't like to do the leaf blowing so much as maybe the husbands want them to and this is a picture to show the wives that they can indeed do the lawn. Two things more. (1)You cannot have our blower and (2)I am not the poster wife for yard work and the role it plays in marital strife. I have a husband with a horrible back problem. This is something I can do for him.
After the yard work came the house cleaning. I listened to music that was designed to help me work and annoy my children all at the same time. A little bonus tohelp me whistle while i work, so to speak. I folded clothes and put away easily 25 pairs of socks and 35 pairs of underwear. I know that is a lot. Just know I lost the game of chicken with my family as to who would put the clean laundry away first. Apparently they could be carpetbaggers indefinitely. I could not. Oh well. They are now safely tucked into bed, the boy grinding his teeth and G is coughing a lot with allergies. Looks like it's gonna be a vap-o-rub on the feet kind of night. Great.
One last thing. I have gotten an unusual amount of hits to this blog in the last few days. While I hoped it was because of my witty anecdotes, I knew better. There is apparently a woman with my same name who is battling breast cancer in the, what I would call, northern midwest. Her friends have set up a site to raise funds for her surgery and treatment. As I have stated before, breast cancer hits very close to my heart. Two of my aunts, several friends and acquaintances are survivors and a couple friends of mine received their complete healing, but not here on Earth with us. I hope you'll add this Jennifer Cook to your prayers. Good night, all.
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Friday, November 1, 2013
Corn is not my friend
Not a whole lot to report today. We all woke up with a candy/Halloween hangover. Wrangling children and dodging cars while trying not to get them to eat fun sized Snickers until they puke is exhausting. The coffee was a big help this morning...as was the tiny little snooze I took between jobs. A friend and I took a trip this morning to TInsel and Treasure, the Junior League's Christmas craft and gift show. We saw some neat things and I picked up a few presents. Anything I can do to knock a few gifts off the list is great. There were some strange things. Lots of weird chair cushions and bathtub fixers. There was a woman advertising a book about the Christmas tree angel. Appropriately, she was dressed as the actual angel in the book. She sat still and stoically, staring ahead and creeping me out. I wanted to get a picture of her, but I just couldn't do it. There was another person, a gentleman, advertising his book. Interesting title:
I did not purhase the book or talk to its author, but I thought about it. It was a thing.
With everyone else engaged on some sort of activity this evening, the boy and I decided to go to dinner with my brother and sister in law to Senor Taco. While I enjoy aspects of the Mexican food, the heavy corn aspects do me no good. The boy and I are both feeling the hurt right now. I have taken a Tagamet or something like that along with milk and Tums and whatever else I can find. Tonight is not going to be a fun one. I guess the fact that I am watching "Witness" and will be freaked out about bad guys with sawed off shotguns in silos, well, I'll be up for a while. And the fact that I just had the revelation that the mustachioed corrupt police officer in this movie was also the hockey player, Rosie LaRose, in Strange Brew....mind blown. It is also the movie wheere I learned what asphyxiation was. Never to early to learn about that, but that is a story for another day.
I need to go to bed. My brain is going all kinds of crazy. Blame the corn.
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I did not purhase the book or talk to its author, but I thought about it. It was a thing.
With everyone else engaged on some sort of activity this evening, the boy and I decided to go to dinner with my brother and sister in law to Senor Taco. While I enjoy aspects of the Mexican food, the heavy corn aspects do me no good. The boy and I are both feeling the hurt right now. I have taken a Tagamet or something like that along with milk and Tums and whatever else I can find. Tonight is not going to be a fun one. I guess the fact that I am watching "Witness" and will be freaked out about bad guys with sawed off shotguns in silos, well, I'll be up for a while. And the fact that I just had the revelation that the mustachioed corrupt police officer in this movie was also the hockey player, Rosie LaRose, in Strange Brew....mind blown. It is also the movie wheere I learned what asphyxiation was. Never to early to learn about that, but that is a story for another day.
I need to go to bed. My brain is going all kinds of crazy. Blame the corn.
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