tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91993792024-03-12T18:04:18.274-05:00Housewife2000One housewife's place to vent, postulate, rant, rave, and generally be herself. Parental warning: Contains explicit language, not meant for young viewers, void where prohibited, not valid in all fifty states, may spontaniously combust, do not taunt Happy Fun Ball, vote early and oftenLunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.comBlogger442125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-24448194212050999322012-06-16T10:37:00.001-05:002012-06-16T10:37:13.155-05:00So much in a year, so muchHey y'all! I honestly don't think anyone reads this anymore, and really, I can't blame ya if ya don't. It's been almost a year since I last posted, and lets be honest, I wasn't good at updating anything regularly for a really long time.<br />
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See, for the last three years, I loved with my in-laws. My in-laws are not bad people, but when you are a married adult, mother-of-3, livng with your parents, or your spouses parents, in a house that is not big enough for everyone, so that you are living out of your bedroom, the boys' shared bedroom, and the areas of the house that the kids' stuff slowly took over.....yeah, it's not a good thing.<br />
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My fabulous sister, whom I odn't know what to call here, I will have to ask, is selling us her house contract for deed. I cannot begin to express how very awesome that is.<br />
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The boys- recently, for Mother's Day, in fact, we went and say Marvel's The Avengers with Hermes and Loki....Man, the boys' nick names here are eerily accurate at times, others...not so much. <br />
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I will honestly attempt to type more later. I am being pulled in multiple directions at the moment, and my kids, my kids ALWAYS win.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-22274518277762811972011-06-27T20:20:00.002-05:002011-06-27T20:22:42.608-05:00just cannot winI am having a total shit day<br />the passive aggression with the inlaws, whom we live with is neck deep<br />Hubby, who has been amazing as of late, is being an ass<br />Thor who has amazing all day is melting down and misbehaving<br />all three boys have cavaties<br />my checking account is in the hole<br />I have surgery in a month<br />I have a to do list that is overwhelming<br />and I cannot even get twenty minutes to talk on the phone<br />what the hellLunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-65507477575710339022011-04-19T10:41:00.002-05:002011-04-19T10:46:44.931-05:00crawling out from under my rockI had a hectic morning. I had to borrow money from my Mom that I, as an adult of some responsibility, should not have needed to ask for (once again Mom, thank you!), the boys are going nuts, the dogs are going nuts, work is going nuts, and I am back in school.<br />I had one ofthose mornings where, honestly readers? Yelling, screaming, and kicking things sounded like a really good idea.<br />I had one of those mornings where, once I got back in the house, all I wanted to do was take a deep breath and have a cup of coffee.<br />I had one of those mornings where I got interrupted before I could even take a shallow breath.<br /><br />Then I remembered! I have a BLOG! Y'all, can I tell you how amazing it is to remember that you have a blog? A place that is yours, to rant and rave, to talk about the good and bad, to be as political or not political as you want to be?<br /><br />It is AWESOME!<br />I am sitting here right now, admitting that Loki and Thor are eating microwave popcorn and drinking kool-aid in order for me to have five minutes to myself.<br />I am sitting here right now, not apologizing or explaining my disapearance from Housewifeland, but asking that those of you who stop by understand that sometimes, I forget how much help it is to talk to ya.<br />I am sitting here, right now, drinking a cup of coffee and breathing.<br /><br />thank youLunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-40753017074191191382010-08-30T14:20:00.002-05:002010-08-30T14:23:27.072-05:00First day of school!Today is the illustrious forst day of fourth grade for Hermes! Wednes would have been the first day of school for Thor, but there were issues that I will get into later here, and later in a post over at <a href="http://navigatingthespectrum.blogspot.com/">Navigating The Spectrum</a>. That there's a blog that Mindy and I started to recount our experiences having kids on the spectrum, just so ya'know.<br />Hermes was thrilled, Thor was himself, Loki is sad that he has to wait another year for real big boy school.<br />The house is slowly settlin' into it's new routine.<br />I still have a month to wait til I start classes again, so I have a month of relative sanity before it gets all crazy up in here.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-29248132359854330262010-07-19T11:27:00.002-05:002010-07-19T11:34:16.897-05:00of physical and mental health and changesFirst, the changes, lets start with the obvious, shall we? I changed the site some, I thought the new look was well overdue, and I like the background. I don't yet know if I like the background stationary as the blog scrolles up and down within it, readers, all 3.6 of you, let me know what you think!<br />In other changes, and mental health, I have started taking St Johns Wort to help with my depression and anxiety issues. I am also finding it helping in other ways as well. Before everyone jumps on the warning my about SJW wagon, let me state, quite clearly, that I am aware of the side-affects, am being monitored, and am already seeing improvements. Being on a med 3x day sucks, but the benifits outweigh that.<br />I am hungry at regular intervals again, and eating normal portions again, this pleases me, not so much because I was concerned about my weight, as I have fully embraced it, but because it's noce to eat regularly, and normal quantities, as opposed to binging once a day and having a late night snack.<br /><br />Also, readers, my allergies are kicking my ass ten ways from sunday. I am so over my sinuses right now, just sayin'.<br /><br />I am also going to try to update more regularly. I know, I know, y'all have heard that before. Now, though, instead of trying to write something you would want to read, I am gonna write whatever I need to write, and hopefully y'all will still come along for the ride.<br /><br />To recap- site changed look, I am changing mental and physical health.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-53290773419057797602010-05-04T13:59:00.002-05:002010-05-04T14:03:30.877-05:00Not a posting fail, but a personal choiceI was going to apologize for my posting fail during the bulk of April. I was really psyched to do my AAM series, but I did not.<br />The reason I did not post more was that I made the decision to, instead of writing about all the things that Thor has brought into my life, to share them with him.<br />We spent a glorious number of hours dancing, singing, talking about colors, shapes, feeling, textures, and on and on<br />We cuddled, snuggled, huggled, and had many other forms of physical contact which I did not know were different, until he explained it to me.<br />I found out the emotions have smells.<br />Happy smells good, sad smells icky, angry smells harsh, like hot peppers and vinigar.<br />I just enjoyed my kid.<br />Something that I plan on doing every day, regardless of the month.<br />I will still post, but all three of them are my first priority.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-24232372703037792382010-04-15T09:07:00.002-05:002010-04-15T09:13:59.877-05:00AAM part 3- musicSorry about the delay in posting my AAM updates, but as stated in the first post- Loki's Birthday, and Taxes.<br /><br />Thor, through his perception of life, as a kid with an ASD, has given me a whole new appreciation of music. Music is <em>EVERYWHERE! </em>The wind in the trees, the rain on the window, road noises, and my personal favorite, the different pitches and tones made by stairs. Wooden stairs sound different than concrete, slatted wood sound different than a solid peice, grates of iron sound different than steel, and the distance the stair is from the ground matters, too.<br /><br />When I was a kid, hell, even now, as an adult, I ADORE the stairs at the Science Museum at my state. They are musical. They are wired to a system of chimes and are so much fun to run, jump, skip, etc on. Thor loves stomping on any stairs, in any manner to make music.<br /><br />Thor also loves the music in games. Not the preprogrammed music, but the music made my blowing up balls, birds flying, etc...<br /><br />I have a whole new appreciation of where and what music is because of him.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-67365932175909112152010-04-06T08:08:00.003-05:002010-04-06T08:12:00.034-05:00AAM part 2- the color greenThor informed me, after he did a road trip to Utah with his paternal granparents two years back,that there are 236 distinct different colors of green. I do not question this. Green tastes good, but feels bad on the feet. Green lets you know that it's time to go, go fast, and that things are growing.<br />Green is also the color of the outside of watermelon, but not the inside.<br />Thor loves colors, and is very specific about them.<br />Until he told me, I never realized how many things were green. I did not take pleasure in all the green that was available.<br />His ability to distinguish fine differences in similar shades makes him an awesome picker of green foods. Cukes, peppers, fresh beans, apples all taste better when he chooses them, as he knows what color 'ripe' green is for each of these. He also seems to know the second a banana is ripe, and has no more green, even if you think it's yellow already.<br />I gained an all new respect for green.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-44923080669191479672010-04-05T13:08:00.002-05:002010-04-05T13:20:21.875-05:00It's that month again- AAM part 1April<br />super busy tax prep month for accounting folk<br />Loki's birthday month<br />the first month that feels like spring<br />Autism Awareness Month<br /><br />As always, a bunch of people always remind me that this is Autism Awareness Month (AAM). I fully understand that I am reminded of this because it's their way of saying 'Hey, I care, and I have no other way to say it.' At the same time, it gives me a steady month of wanting to yell, scream, shout, whimper, moan, cry, tell, explain, and do it all over again that I will never forget that April is AAM. I have an autistic child, a child with autism, a youth on the spectrum, an ASD kid, however the PC way of saying it is now, and the PC way of saying it changes, often.<br /><br />I am becoming increasingly aware that being he is a child with autism, he will be an adult with autism, as well as becoming more aware that we won't fully grasp what that means until he is older.<br /><br />Having a son on the spectrum means that I have two other sons who are all to familiar with being on the spectrum. They have come to accept that sometimes, Thor becomes the center of the universe as we try and figure out what, out of a hundred things, could be wrong, is out of place, doesn't feel right, look right, smell right, etc..<br /><br />Hermes and Loki have become experts, at the ages of almost 9 and very nearly 4, of interpreting Thor's movements, tones, pitches, volumes, happy and sad times, and all else, to give him what he needs, wants, etc...<br /><br />Hermes has given up having birthday parties, Loki has only had a party for his first. Parties are too much for Thor.<br />Loki has become Thor's shadow, while understanding that Thor shadows him, as it gives him a feeling of constant companionship.<br /><br />Loki shares a bed with Thor, as Thor doesn't sleep well on his own, but we are weening him from that dependancy.<br /><br />Thor used a sippy cup until t wo months ago, at home, except for meal times, as that was what was used, we had to find a surrogate.<br />Potty training is still happening, as we cannot get him to poop consistantly in the potty.<br />speech is hit and miss<br />everything is hit and miss.<br />but I wouldn't trade it for anything<br />For all the 'normal' experiences I have lost, I have gained more than I can put into words.<br />For AAM this year, I am, regularly, going to try and post about what I have gained.<br />In order to do this, I must touch on what was lost, but will emphasize the good over the bad, and the easy over the hard. Stay tuned.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-56428321859945146222010-01-12T11:57:00.002-06:002010-01-12T12:03:55.586-06:00Overheard, and my comments to myselfSitting in the student commons at school last night, I overheard two women discussing how long it took them to get ready for school, and how easy all the men in class had it. A third woman entered the conversation, to ask what they meant.<br />The original two women went off on how they "had" to look good, they "had" to be pretty, put on makeup, do their hair, wear flatterring clothes, nice shoes, etc... whereas all the male students had to do was hop in the car/on the bus and show up.<br />The third woman looked at the first two and said "I don't know about you, but I am paying my tuition to learn, in an environment condusive to learning, in whatever damn clothes I put on that day!"<br /><br />Internally, I was right on board with the third woman.<br />Internally, I was also marvelling at the ages of the women having this conversation. My college has a rather large 'adult learner' population. The majority of students are not fresh out of highschool. The majority of students are not even in their twenties. The two women who started this conversation were in their mid thirties!! The third woman, one of our few fresh from highschool students. The fact that a younger woman had the guts to stand up for what she felt was right to two older women was awesome. The fact that the younger woman got it, that school is a place to learn first, social network second, and that it's not a club or meat market is awesome!<br /><br />I worry about out society when the message is so deeply ingrained that we must live up to an unobtainable beauty standard that women are spending hours getting ready for a four hour class.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-44780772524370864092009-11-06T13:51:00.002-06:002009-11-06T14:00:41.483-06:00That is one damn proud mommaIhave a friend. Ok,Ihave a lot of friends, but I have one friend in particular who referred to herself for YEARS as a big girl. Recently, she started calling herself fat. Even more recently, she started calling herself fat without wincing or cringing. Anywho-FatFriend, who laughingly and happily gave me permission to call her that here, phoned me earlier to relay the following story.<br />FatFriend's son, SkinnyBoy is 10. That is a hard age. Cliques start to solidify, boys and girls start really noticing each other as that is the age that "The Changes" start.<br />SkinnyBoy is a tall, lanky, beanpole. He takes after his dad, SkinnyMan. SkinnyBoy was playing with his best friend and 10 year old love interest at recess. The other boys started teasing, as the girl is fat.<br />Yeah, these 10 year old boys are already calling a 10 year old girl fat. I have feelings on this that will be a whole other post, but been there, dealt with that will suffice for now.<br />The following day was show and tell.<br />Skinny boy asked for a photo of his mom. She had SkinnyDad take one and print it out.<br />The teacher called shortly after show and tell.<br />She wanted to make sure FatFriend understood what an amazing son she had.<br />For show and tell, SkinnyBoy proudly displayed the picture ofhis mom. He proudly announced "This is my mom. She is the smartest person I know. She is nice, kind, an excellent mom. Sheisalsothe most beautiful person I know. Prettier than (cannot recall the actress) She is fat. She is prettier because of that."<br /><br />tear<br />happy tearLunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-89597712802022067452009-11-04T15:15:00.002-06:002009-11-04T15:27:54.093-06:00I am a bad, bad, not fat enough fattie!Boggles the mind, doesn't it?<br /><br />So here's the run down.<br />I am fat.<br />I just recently hit the under 200 pounds mark. After the birth of Loki is was roughly 270.<br />I only accepted my fatness recently. This is not to say that I did not know I was fat, as that's obvious to me, but that I have only recently become comfy with it.<br />I have been part of the FA and HEAS movements for a while, but honestly, it was only about half a year ago, give or take, that I decided that it was OK for me to be fat, too.<br /><br />Funny, this, after trying to loos weight for a really long time, I have dropped about 20 pounds in the last six months.<br /><br />BUT- and I want to say this, I am not losing weight based on any social pressure, I have been trying, for the last year, to reduce my risk for diabetes, as I am borderline prediabetic, to make me knees hurt less, and to help with the wonky blood sugar issues that come from being borderline prediabetic with a high metabolism all of a sudden, and really low bloodpressure.<br /><br />I was in class on monday, drinking a diet soda, as I have a non diet soda <em>maybe</em> once on a month, and then it's a high end designer soda that is made in small batched in a tiny town in wisconsin. Seriously.<br />So, I am drinking diet soda, doing accounting examples, munching on chips, and talking to Nanny, a woman in my class, about what FA and HEAS and feminist blogs I like to read, and she likes to read.<br />Another girl in my class interupted this conversation to announce that I was a bad fattie. At first I thought maybe my chip eating bothered her, as food, to some people, is a moral thing.<br />Nope!<br />I am a bad fattie because I am actively trying to lose weight.<br /><br />Yeah.......<br /><br />Heres the thing, the weight I want to get down to, still makes me technically fat.<br />2 the weight I am losing is for medical reasons, and not like before the hysterectomy, Oh, if you lose weight it will get better, even though the issue has nothing to do with weight, medical reasons, honest to Maude medical reasons.<br />I exersice because I like the feeling of moving my body. More specifically, I walk, as I like the way my brain is when I walk, I dance, as I love to dance, and I meditate and do psuedo yoga, to help my anxiety. I am not exersicing to meet an impossible ideal.<br />Nanny and I are both in the size 14/26 range now, wich kind of makes us inbetweenies in fatland. The girl who interrupted is a size 6. I bring this up, only as I was chastised by a skinny girl for being a bad fattie for getting thinner.<br /><br />The mind, it whirls.<br /><br />Add to this conversation, Nanny and I were met with her response, after noticing our slack jawed wonder at what she had said, that the girl would not have said anything about it, but <em>her boyfriend's brother's girlfriend's sister</em> is fat, and part of the FA movement, and she hates being told she needs to lose weight.<br /><br />Serisouly<br />She essentially told us that she has no problems with fatties, as a friend of a firend is fat, but that I am doing it wrong.<br /><br />I really think that next monday, I may just sit down in class and eat a big cookie and a chocolate shake with extra whipped cream while taking me test just to see if she says anything, but I won't.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-20407686018009874882009-10-22T18:41:00.000-05:002009-10-22T18:43:14.111-05:00it's really much more prevalant than you knowI saw my therapist last night. Super Doc gave me a few assignments. I need to take time for my anti-anxiety technique exersizes, I need to write a list of definite issues to work on, and I need to call any number of other SuperDocs to schedule my screening for clinical depression and discuss treatment options<br /><br />I'll keep my dear readers posted.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-80944330554950826612009-10-15T12:18:00.001-05:002009-10-15T12:20:33.942-05:00Because Snuffy is HAWTI have a head cold. I sould like snuffleupagus, you know, Big Birds best friend from Sesame Street who started out imaginary but then, one day, everyone could see him? Yeah, I sould like a less depressed version of Snuffy right now, which is totes awesome, as we all know how hott Snuffy was.<br />The head cold is pissing me off, as I am at this wierd place of ickyness- not so icky that I cannot function, but just icky enough that I really don't want to do anything. I cannot focus nor concentrate on any one thing for any amount of time, which is really not helping me do my homework, or keep the kids entertained. Woot.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-38465657964868569802009-10-12T18:14:00.002-05:002009-10-12T18:21:11.456-05:00Posting from accounting...hehehe, I made a geeky punSo, I am sitting in week two of Principles of Accounting I, writing in my blog. Why here, why now? Well, that is a many part answer. First, we are going over our homework questions from last week, and I already have that shit down. Second, well, I have more privacy here in class than at home. Third, it's quieter than at home.<br />Let me explain. Hubby, the boys and I are currently living with the in-laws again. Joy of joys. Between finances, and the property inspector letting us know that the wee tiny house is a wash, structurally, we are now bedding down with MIL and FIL. It is tighter than I would like, spacewise, and it is way more frustrating thatn I would like, spacewise, but the boys are happy and it will give Hubby and I a chance to get back on track financially. It's also easing some of my concerns about being back in school.<br /><br />I am starting therapy again this weel. It's needed. my mental health is not what it should be. I just really want to be happy and healthy again, and I don't htink I am really either ofthose right now.<br /><br />Basically,, just wanted to fill everyone in. Thor turns 5 tomorrow. Loki is awesome and so funny, he will tell you so, Hermes is still smart, still a smart ass. Hubby got laid off, is looking for new employ, and I started school again. Living with the in-laws, trying to not be miserable.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-36545751013079558702009-09-12T20:11:00.000-05:002009-09-12T20:12:56.324-05:00we now return you to your blahblahblah...So, yeah, regularposting fail!<br />Essentially, we are all alive and well.<br />we are all busy<br />we are all crazy<br />and eventually, I will give this here little blog the attention it deserves.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-77034158316062058522009-08-23T14:12:00.002-05:002009-08-23T14:17:55.081-05:00once again, it's been a long timeI really am sorry for neglecting you all, dear readers. I have had a shit-ton to deal with lately, and sometimes, I appear to be the only one dealing wiht it, if that makes any sense.<br />In housewifeland news, The Troll Who Oives Under The Stairs moved out. He is now living wiht his girlfriend and her mom. I am pleased, as it's about time he started doing things for himself. Are they moving a little fast? yes, but I think it's gonna work out just fine for those crazy kids.<br /><br />Hermes starts school back up in just over two weeks. He'll be a third grader!!<br />Loki is more a monkey than ever, and is really pushing the boundaries to just how much cute can keep one out of trouble<br />Thor. Well, henestly, he is backsliding. When the innitial diagnoses of PDD-NOS came in, almost three years ago, now, we were informed by the good doctor that things could stabalize, get better, or 'get worse', worse being Thor starting to slide towards the more 'typically autistic' end of the spectrum. That slow slide is apparently starting to happen. This is, understandably, taking a lot of my time and patience to deal with.<br /><br />Hubby, well, he is Hubby.<br /><br />More later, when I can take 5 minutes to organize my thoughts better.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-64539557645147571792009-07-11T11:32:00.002-05:002009-07-11T11:40:45.226-05:00Thomas and Percy tried to kill me.After having the week from hell, seriously, and begining an epix battle with Xcel energy, Thomas and Percy tried to kill me.<br />Some backstory, if you will-<br />Everything was out of sorts this week. Hermes, Thor and Loki were being rabid spider monkeys, everything was having to be rescheduled, and I could not get ahold of anybody.<br />Wednesday, I fell and jacked up my bad ankle, and my right writst and shoulder. I tripped over the dog on the way to answer the phone, the phonecall in question turned out to be from a telemarketer.<br />Wednesday evening, I burned the bacon for dinner while I was in the bathroom, so instead of having Carbanara for diner, I had creamy parmesan, garlic butter noodles.<br />Thursday, Xcel cut my electric. They did this twenty minutes after I contancted an agency to help with the bill. We were doing OK, but then a charge appeared on our account, saying it was the unpaid portion of the bill from a location we lived in before we bought the house, you know, the house we have lived in for over two years.<br /><br />Thanks to the love, support, and generosity of someone who cares about the boys greatly, we got our electric back on friday.<br />Friday, I walked up to the boys room to get something, and fell on two train cars, Thomas and Percy- I once again jacked up my bad leg/ankle, bruised my back, both hips, the right ass cheek, and have a bruise on my right forearm that will be really impressive when it fully develops, as it's an ex, my arm came down on one stair, and then I turned before it came down on the next. Last night, when you could see the redness fom the second fall, and the bruise coming up from the first, it made a relly nifty chevron.<br /><br />When we thought our power wouldn't be on til Monday, we went to the inlaws, got some groceries, and what not.<br />Thankfully, the inlaws are more than willing to not only have us over for dinner tonight nad tomorrow, but to cook as well. Hubby made breakfast this morning, and tomorrow morning, he will assist in Big Sunday Breakie.<br />I am falling apart.<br /><br />On the plus side, I was able to keep my school appointment I had last night, and everything is looking aces for me to start at my new college in he fall. Their program is awesome, I can take all of my classes in classroom if I need to, they have a private child-care assistance fund, so I could take daytime classes, and have the younger two in childcare, AND, AND, this is <strong>HUGE</strong> immediately after graduating with my BS in accounting, I will have the requirements to sit for my CPA, if I choose. Wow!Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-38413548038597415952009-06-22T22:54:00.001-05:002009-06-22T22:57:17.914-05:00Special places in hellThis post is not referring to the special place in hell for Mal, although, it is a good one, no, this is referring to the special, extra painful, slow torture portions of hell that I hope are reserved for parents who intentially leave thier small children locked inside of hot vehicles.<br />The weather right now is rediculously hot- 95 ferenhiet with high fucking humidity. EArlier today there was a mom who left her infant twins in her van for HOURS. You just don't do that shit, people. I will eventually type more about this after I have calmed down some, but suffice to say, I am pissed, hella pissed. I hit the gas station before getting Hubby from work, I knew I would be inside for less than five minutes, and STILL I unbuckled Thor, and brought him in with me, why? It was FUCKING HOT OUT!Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-79110711324562810472009-06-17T15:35:00.002-05:002009-06-17T15:39:43.168-05:00Today, at the gas station...I live in a colorful area where people have colorful language.<br />At the gas station today, I got to witness/hear the following<br />Older teen girl with fuscia hair, purple tank top, green and black mini skirt, and red, knee high high heeled boots, talking to an older man with a blue mohawk in standard biker wear<br /><br />"Don't you go on looking at me like I am a freak! I got me an aducation and a good job just so I could look however I damn well chose! I don't see you doing anyhting with your time mr smurf-head"<br />dude: "I was just checking out the taillight on my bike!"<br />"sure, they always say that they looking at something other than me, but I KNOW it's always me"<br />dude:"this is why paranoid people shouldn't dye their hair, now I'm gonna be late to see my accountant."<br /><br />This exchange cracked me up for two reasons, one, blue hair dude WAS looking at the tailight on his beautiful bike, two, having had interesting hair and clothing styles in the past, it is fairly rediculous for one to believe that NO ONE will look if you have 'unique" hair and clothing choices- he was not ogling, or being rude, if he was looking at her, it wasn't noticable.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-1453158028507424052009-06-03T14:03:00.001-05:002009-06-03T14:05:04.856-05:00road block to the pottyThor has apparently decided that using the potty just isn't worth his time. Loki is using it more and more every day, Thor, in turn, is using it less, regardless of the type of pant he is in. I cannot get him to tell me why. It is really frustrating.<br />For a few weeks, it seemed like Thor and Loki had synchronized potty breaks, leading to me saying, more than once, don't pee on your brother, I don't know what changed, but something ddid, and if I don't figure it out, I'm gonna be rather fed up soon.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-72398124443267182522009-06-02T12:49:00.003-05:002009-06-02T12:53:55.384-05:00Update on HermesHermes is doing much better. He is still feverish, but it has stabalized and is hanging out around the 101.4 range. He still has some abdominal pain, but no throat pain yet, which is very odd. Even though he technically has strep throat, it is affentin his tummy, intestins, and what not- pain wise. The plus side, is that he still has an appetite, he is still thirsty, and he is able to eat and drink which will help vastly with recovery. The down side is that if he does experience throat pain, he will feel it after he is no longer contagious, and will just have to deal with it.<br /><br />Tomorrow qill be interesting, as it has the most petential for everything on him hurtung, part of why he will be home all day tomorrow, too. Hubby is home today, helpin with the kids, making it so I can actually got some stuff done. I have managed to do a bunch of laundry, some dishes, reclaim the loveseat, and Hubby pulled the garbage from the boys rooms. Joy. It isn't even one today, so I will be able to hopefully finish off the dishes, and get more laundry done, ,maybe some general straightening too. My goal is to have the kitchen CLEAN clean by tomorrow night, although now that I set a goal for it to be done, it will more than likely be sometime next week.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-53215871180720503542009-06-01T19:10:00.002-05:002009-06-01T19:15:34.946-05:00total WTF moment for the medical professionalsToday, I spent a few hours in the ER with Hermes. He was presenting with symptoms that were tet book appendicitis. The surgeon who was gonna make the call on remiving it before or after they had him admitted to an actual room got waylaid on the way to us. In the 30 minutes that passed, Hermes started to hurt less- generally not something that happens unless the appendix goes boom, which is bad. While we were waiting to see if he got worse again, the nurse decided to run a throat culture, as she has heard that in really rare cases, savagely bad cases of Strep can present with appendicitis like symptoms, and no sore throat whatsoever.<br />Yep, the nurses random idea proved to be correct, unless Hermes is the once in a million lifetime cases of someone having strep and having the appendix rupture in the time that they are waiting to be seen further.<br />We have to monitor him closely for the next day for any more appendix-y symptoms, monitor for Strep complications, and keep him home for TWO days instead of one, as this is a massive fuck-all case of Strep from DOOM!!!<br /><br />Mom, I would have called you if he actually went under the knife- I didn't want to worry you needlessly on your vacation, so unless they were putting him under, I wasn't gonna call.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-51811056348616887432009-05-16T19:52:00.001-05:002009-05-16T19:54:35.674-05:00yeah, it's been a monthSo it's been a hwile since I last posted. As always, there is a lot going on. Between the kids, the school, the hubby, and everything else I just feel so swamped all the time.<br /><br />Once again, I am gonna attempt to start posting a bit more regularly.<br />At this exact moment, I need to run, but I will post again sooner rather than later.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199379.post-37660087722617653632009-04-14T09:10:00.002-05:002009-04-14T09:16:03.539-05:00yet another washing machine psaA while back, I made reference to Kix cereal, or maybe Cheerios, and what they do to washers and dryers.<br />Today, folks, I have another important washer and dryer message, one that is more important than cereal.<br />If you know, or suspect, that your preschool aged children have gotten into a box of instant mashed potato flakes, and you are doing the laundry from their room, shake out their clothing and bedding before putting it in the wash. Hit it with a vacuum or shop-vac even. After this, there will still be dehydrated potato on the items you will be putting in the wash.<br />Make sure you use COLD water, not hot, as hot water reconstitutes the potatoes rather quickly. I would also suggest that you wash them twice before putting them in the dryer.<br />If you do not heed my warning, you will pull clothing and bedding out of the dryer that has small, hardened, potato pancake like items all over them. You will then have to sit down with a butter knife or spoon removing said potato product from said items.<br /><br />Not a way to spend an evening or morning.<br /><br />That is all, carry on.Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246791927402774640noreply@blogger.com0