Make your own people

Little girl was in LOVE with Elmo. On and on she went about Elmo, she would have watched him 24/7 if possible. I personally want to puke when I hear his theme song. His voice is like nails on a chalkboard or someone chewing their food in my ear. But she LOVES him so I suffer. Until recently.

We have introduced little one to The Cure, or Bob as she calls it. She adores Robert Smith (bob), Simon (mimon), jason, and rodger (roeerr). Yes yes I know, it's not the current line up but they are in the videos she likes and really it's too difficult to explain to an 18 month old child how people get fired and such.

arrr she is crying at the moment b/c she doesn't want to go to bed... I am off to soothe the savage beast.

Anoniniminity

My prior blog prior to this was read by people that I didn’t know all of the time. There was an average of 50 comments for nearly every entry, no matter how mundane. When I decided to stop using it and start a new one I didn’t expect it to be read by people that I didn’t know. It’s not set to private or anything, so I knew that the possibility was there, but this site is not like the last one where there was a whole community chatting and such, blogging there was definitely a secondary function for most people on that site.

I was really (pleasantly) surprised to find comments from absolute strangers. The UK comments I could understand since I am linked to Subs blog on here (see Peepay Gonzales in the links below). But I was floored to see a comment from Jenny (see comments from previous entry). I went to her MamaDrama blog and absolutely cracked up at the picture of the scariest poodle in all creation. I showed hubby the picture (he HATES poodles) and he freaked out at the picture as well. I have always enjoyed the 6 degrees of separation game, and of course have always be astounded at the things that you randomly find on the internet, but to be able to link my brother cutting his thumb on a sword and the scariest picture of a poodle ever makes me so happy.

I have not seen his thumb since it was sewn back on but I got a progress report on it from my dad. He said it was still pretty horror show. The skin in the middle of the cut seems to be faring well, the stuff on the edges looks like it is dying. The Dr said that it would probably not survive since the cut was pretty close to the surface on the outer edge. And I am still kicking myself for not taking the camera, it would be so great to show you a before and after shot.

The Christmas cards are addressed. The main “card” which is really just our picture with a border that says Merry Christmas, is stuffed into the envelopes. But the Christmas letter is not ready. I have written it but I think that instead of sending the letter I am going to make a “year in pictures” collage instead. I have not decided which is worse/better, a letter describe my beautiful child or 100 little pictures crammed on 1 page. I am really leaning towards the pictures I just have to figure out if the program I am using to make it will be able to be printed at Kinkos, I don’t want to waste my ink!

My daughters “play date” was pretty funny yesterday. They are getting to the age where they want what the other person has, they are both on the verge of yelling “MINE”, at this point they just bumble over to each other and steal and then the other one pouts. Pretty amazing watching your child learn social graces.

HAHAHAHAAAAA

My stomach hurts from laughing so much!!!!

My little brother called me tonight b/c he needed help. The parents were in Galveston and he cut his thumb on his sword... yes his sword! *begin laughing now*

I packed up the kiddo and ran over there to find him standing in the yard holding his thumb on. It had cut through his nail and across the edge of his thumb. There was a tiny flap of skin holding it on. After assesing that a bandaid would probably not work we hopped in the car and drove to the emergency room.

Thank god for grandparents, they came and got my daughter so hopefully she will not come down with any crazy illness from being at the emergency room.

Anyway, normal emergency room visits are usually fairly dull... but when your with someone whos thumb is hanging off it's pretty entertaining. He sat there and bled while waiting to be called up. The other fine patrons of the Friday night emergency room kept wandering over and asking to see his nearly severed appendage..and of course asked how he did it so he had to explain multiple times that he was unpackaging his sword (HaHAHAHAHA) and sliced his thumb.

After the parade of orderlies and patients gawking he finally got to go to his own private little room. The nurse cleaned it up with a syringe of water... it flapped and bled a lot... gave him a shot to numb it... and started sewing. The shot didn't work very well, he squealed a lot while they were sewing, and of course the nurse dutifully explained that no he was not feeling pain, that it was all in his head and all he was feeling was pressure... HAHAHAHAAAAA

5 stitches later, two of which were THROUGH his fingernail another nurse came in and cleaned it up and bandaged it. We sat and waited and waited and waited for his discharge papers. I found the remote for the t.v. and flipped channels (wishing I had found it about 30 minutes earlier). Finally they came with the papers and the lady explained what the prescriptions were, an anti inflamatory and an antibiotic. My ears perked up b/c I didn't hear anything about pain meds so I asked her what he should do for the pain... she pointed to his prescription of Motrin and said that should take care of it. HAHAHAHAAAAA You go in with a cough and they give you vicodin, cut of your thumb and you get Motrin!!???!!!!

I took him home and he showed me the weapon of mass destruction that took off his thumb, you could see the marks of how deep it went. Being the clean freak that my mom is she has trained her children well... no drips of blood anywhere but the bathroom!

He paid $11 for the sword.
$500 for the emergency room visit
$60 for the meds

But getting to laugh at my brother all night was PRICELESS!!!!

Absolution

Osteoporosis.

Am I spelling that wrong? Oh well, the Dr. did another bone density scan this week. I lost less bone than last year but I am still losing too much to quickly. The good news is that when I do develop the osteo there is a treatment that will regenerate the bone, you just have to have a shot every single day for 2 years. The f***? That is good news?? I gave my Dr. the Mike face and she asked me if I was Ok. I told her I was a bit shocked by the news since I had just gone in b/c I thought I had the flu and wanted to get a flu test.

*note* I did not have the flu just the most wicked stomach virus EVER *end note*

So in order to put off getting the freaking shots for 2 years or taking medicine for the rest of my life (another preventitive option) the Doc said I could try a less evasive regime for another year. SO, estrogen, 1500 mg of calcium, vitamin D to help absorb the calcium, weight bearing exercise, and cutting down on caffeine. Grand times I tell ya. The boss lady wants a workout buddy so I am thinking of joining her gym and going after I get off work. Makes for a good excuse to buy an ipod! I think that is going to be my silver lining, yeah the bones are falling apart but I finally get the ipod.

I should change my name to hotflashinbonecrackinmomma.

Angry white chick hates questions

One of those bitching days I think. People make stupid comments and ask stupid questions every day, today is no different but a lack of sleep has made me cranky and if it weren’t frowned upon I think I would smack em.

1. Are you pregnant?
Females of reproductive age suffer this question every time an upset stomach or a food craving occurs. It’s none of your business!

2. When are going to have another baby?
Well I didn’t HAVE a baby in the traditional sense so I won’t be HAVING another thank you. Of course they next question is always why not? Because my uterus has completely decomposed in some medical waste bag!

3. Why did they give her up?
She was not given up, given away, or rejected. It’s none of your fucking business why we are her parents and to insinuate that she was just dumped infuriates me to no end.

4. My cousin, friend, neighbor, etc. got pregnant right after they adopted, bet it will happen to you too.
I think that a severe infection would occur if the Dr put my rotted uterus back in so no I don’t think that will be happening, not really a fan of birthing maggots.

5. You are too young to have hot flashes.
No shit.

6. When are you going to adopt another one?
When you loan me 20K and carry the baby for me.

7. I didn’t know you were pregnant!
This comment always occurs after a co-worker that I don’t speak with about my personal life finds out I have a 1 ½ year old… my response is always “I wasn’t” and then I watch with my twisted humor as their face gets the inevitable questioning look.

8. Date of your last period?
I know the Dr’s office has to ask this, and if I was a new patient I could understand but it’s been almost 2 freaking years, can’t they ever read the damn file first?

9. Are you going to tell her she’s adopted?
Why, are you going to drop the bomb for us? Are you going to tell your kids how much you like anal sex? It’s none of your business!!!!

10. Awe, that’s great we thought about adopting too.
No you haven’t, you do not want a social worker prying into your private life, looking at your finances, checking out how clean your carpet is. Just because the thought crossed your mind one time when you saw Sally trying to convince you to feed an orphan doesn’t count as considering adoption. Stop trying to fit in!

Honestly I don’t mind discussing adoptions, hysterectomies, or astrophysics with sane people, but random strangers making stupid comments and asking rude questions brings out this sick, dark sense of humor and I start babbling about maggots and rotting uterus’ just for the small chance I might actually make someone vomit.

Then I can ask are you pregnant?