Monday, November 27, 2006
Tapp Tapp Hello??????
Hellooooooo???? tapp tappp tappp... ???? Is this thing on??? (cricket sounds) woooww Tough internet!
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Thanksgiving and stuff
Tonight Hannah picked up one of my lace bra's. She put it around her neck and looked and me and said "I am Dr Phil, and this is a telescope." LOL She's a little mixed up it was suppose to be a stethoscope. Guess who's getting a nurses kit for Christmas.
I'm listening to the girls wrestling around in their beds, they are suppose to be going to sleep. Yeah, lots of luck with that. It's been an hour, i just caught Hannah with her hand in her sisters crib. Probably trying to steal some of her toys. I'll be glad when they have their own beds and room.
On that note it does look like i'll be able to move into my childhood home. My parents are building a log cabin on one of the lots of the compound. When they move in their we will be moving into the house. The girls will have their bedroom. It will be good to not all be living in the same room.
Oohhh if you are all wondering about the rainbow ankle comment. I was going down my parents front stairs and of course I fell. My ankle was swollen, and black and blue. It doesn't hurt to walk on anymore, but if i turn it a certain way it hurts.
Hannah actually went all day without an accident. I was so proud. We are still having issues over it. We have tried the rewards, and everything. We are taking it one hour at a time. I'm trying to relax, it's hard for me.
(Utoh I heard a squeal from the living room, COLTS Touch down)
oooohhhhh listen up world wide web...... all is quiet on the corner front.... think it will stick???
welll,, hummm Phoebe Jo is standing up, in her crib. and their goes the lion, maybe she will play with it to go to sleep.
I'm listening to the girls wrestling around in their beds, they are suppose to be going to sleep. Yeah, lots of luck with that. It's been an hour, i just caught Hannah with her hand in her sisters crib. Probably trying to steal some of her toys. I'll be glad when they have their own beds and room.
On that note it does look like i'll be able to move into my childhood home. My parents are building a log cabin on one of the lots of the compound. When they move in their we will be moving into the house. The girls will have their bedroom. It will be good to not all be living in the same room.
Oohhh if you are all wondering about the rainbow ankle comment. I was going down my parents front stairs and of course I fell. My ankle was swollen, and black and blue. It doesn't hurt to walk on anymore, but if i turn it a certain way it hurts.
Hannah actually went all day without an accident. I was so proud. We are still having issues over it. We have tried the rewards, and everything. We are taking it one hour at a time. I'm trying to relax, it's hard for me.
(Utoh I heard a squeal from the living room, COLTS Touch down)
oooohhhhh listen up world wide web...... all is quiet on the corner front.... think it will stick???
welll,, hummm Phoebe Jo is standing up, in her crib. and their goes the lion, maybe she will play with it to go to sleep.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Playing Hooky well, kinda
I'm usually at church on Sunday mornings, but my youngest is coughing, and since a resent bout with pnemonia i thought it wouldn't be a good idea to get out in the cold. Hannah did decide to go to church with Grandma. She loves church, and Sunday school and i'm so pleased. I am attending the church i grew up in. I love my church family. And that is exactly who they are. I'm glad that Hannah is loving it too.
I'm trying something new today. Phoebe is asleep and i have a little time to myself. Besides posting i'm catching all the blogs i normally read. I'm trying today to leave comments, of some kind, on all the blogs that i read. I read lots of blogs but i don't usually have a chance to comment. SO, i'm Delurking on everyone today. i'm hoping to get more posts on this month, we'll see.
I'm trying something new today. Phoebe is asleep and i have a little time to myself. Besides posting i'm catching all the blogs i normally read. I'm trying today to leave comments, of some kind, on all the blogs that i read. I read lots of blogs but i don't usually have a chance to comment. SO, i'm Delurking on everyone today. i'm hoping to get more posts on this month, we'll see.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Halloween, Preschool, and such
It is 6:45 on Saturday morning. Hannah is asleep and Phoebe is playing in her crib. I'm wide awake, I have been since oooohh 5:20. But that's ok. I got a shower and cleaned out the van so Tommy could take it to work. I have a feeling I may be headed back to the Doctor today. We've been fighting sickness. First Phoebe Jo had a bad wheeze. One night her breathing was so bad I took her to the ER. They gave her a breathing treatment and initially said the chest xray was fine. I got a call a day later saying that they had reviewed it and she had pneumonia (is that how that is spelled?) So, after a few frantic calls we were off to the doctor. One week on one kind of antibiotic, didn't work, and Hannah was sick. Back we went. Another antibiotic for Phoebe Jo and amoxicillian for Hannah. Then I got a call from the babysitter Hannah was broken out in hives, guess who is now allergic to penicillin. oOOhh yeah, beside me....Hannah. And do you know that Omnicef, (non penicillin antibiotic) cost $105 for 60 ml. Yeah, I've spent over $200 dollars on just medicine, perceived medicine in the last month. FUn. Hannah is getting better, and Phoebe was. But last night started coughing, and her eyes are all gunky. So, it's probably back to the doctor.
About a month ago I had Hannah tested for everything, as far a learning disabilities. My mom is a learning disability teacher in the local Jr/Sr high school. She was concerned about Hannah's speach. Hannah as a small baby had alot of ear infections, and we ended up having tubes put in her ears at 7 months. She didn't coo as a small baby and talked late. I did have her hearing tested at about 18 months, but I thought it was really lame. I mean they put me in a room with her and made noises, to see if she looked in the direction of the noise. Then a toy would play if she did. The toys were animals playing instruments, you know Monkey playing cymbals kind of thing. She was terrified of the animals. Last monday I went to get the results. She has some speech needs.
She mixes some sounds, t for k, d for g, and y for l. She scored very very high on the vocabulary, just low on the articulation. Meaning my girl can TALK you just might not be able to understand everything she's saying .
She also has some slight developmental delays. I had her tested to also see if she could get into a special pre-school. And YEAH she qualified. So, she will start Monday at her new school. She will got Monday thru Thursday from 8am to 11:30. She gets to ride the school bus, and go to school with my mom in the mornings.
I'm excited about this Pre-school.
The first of the school year I had started looking to get her into a preschool.
she so wanted to be with other kids. But we have a potty training issue remember. I actually enrolled her in a local preschool. I explained that she was in panties, and that she goes pee in the pot pretty well, we just have issues with bowel movements. I should have trusted my instinct. I met the teach at the other preschool. And I didn't like her. I should have followed my gut. Hannah lasted 2 days. The teacher just couldn't "handle" her having accidents.
At the new preschool, you don't have to be completely potty trained. I've also met the teacher, she is so sweet and I have a good feeling about her. That makes a mama breathe easier. In the mornings Hannah will be riding the bus from the local school that my mom teaches at and one of my mom's aides will be on the bus. But in the afternoon she won't. It will be the same bus driver, but still. I'm a little nervous about it. I can imagine it's hard to put your kindergarten on the bus but Hannah is Three!!
On a completely different note. I've read about the national blog month. I would love to do something like that, but I don't have much time. Maybe I'll try to get more blog entries in this month. I am an avid blog reader. I read at least 20 or 30 on my lunch at work (and when I can sneak and the boss not see)
I read Nino, and the original Jerriann from alabama, and Amy, I need to update my blog roll, yeah right. Just know I'm out there.
Opps I forgot about Halloween.
HUmm, maybe I wasblocking it out. HA!
It was a trip.
ohhh my littlest munchkin just leaned over in her saucer and grabbed her sisters candy basket. she is soo smart.
Phoebe has Tommy's coloring. She has the prettiest color, it's like a natural tan. Coming from someone that has always been so fair I literally glow in the dark. My poor Hannah is colored like me. These two will be opposites in looks for sure. Hannah is going to be model tall, she is three and a half (got to get the half in there) and she is wearing a little girls size 6 clothes. I fully expect her to be six feet tall. She has fair, snow white coloring, dark almost black hair and the clearest biggest blue eyes. All Hannah's life strangers have stopped me in the street to tell me how pretty she is. I try to teach her and attitude goes a long way too.
Phoebe will be a year old in a couple of weeks. Can you believe it? She might be 20lbs, she hovers around the 20lb mark at the doctors. She wears 12 month clothes and they fit her a little big. She has coloring that I would die for. She has a natural golden color to her. (oops obviously miss thing stole a sucker from her sisters candy stash lol let me take the paper off girly,) (Let it be known that she is in an excersauser a foot away from me, and yes I'm letting her have a sucker at 7:30 am (shut up!!!) and yes she can eat suckers obviously supervised) She can also drink from a straw. My little sunshine looks just like summer to me, tan, golden hair, light brown, and big blue eyes.
I call my girls Star bright and Sun light. Hannah is my Star... Diva yeah know. Phoebe Jo is my sunlight. If she sees someone she knows she lights up like the sun.
hummmm,
I've written one of the longest post ever, and still haven't gotten to Halloween. I'll get there, maybe post picture of the girls in their costumes and my rainbow ankle... I'll explain
About a month ago I had Hannah tested for everything, as far a learning disabilities. My mom is a learning disability teacher in the local Jr/Sr high school. She was concerned about Hannah's speach. Hannah as a small baby had alot of ear infections, and we ended up having tubes put in her ears at 7 months. She didn't coo as a small baby and talked late. I did have her hearing tested at about 18 months, but I thought it was really lame. I mean they put me in a room with her and made noises, to see if she looked in the direction of the noise. Then a toy would play if she did. The toys were animals playing instruments, you know Monkey playing cymbals kind of thing. She was terrified of the animals. Last monday I went to get the results. She has some speech needs.
She mixes some sounds, t for k, d for g, and y for l. She scored very very high on the vocabulary, just low on the articulation. Meaning my girl can TALK you just might not be able to understand everything she's saying .
She also has some slight developmental delays. I had her tested to also see if she could get into a special pre-school. And YEAH she qualified. So, she will start Monday at her new school. She will got Monday thru Thursday from 8am to 11:30. She gets to ride the school bus, and go to school with my mom in the mornings.
I'm excited about this Pre-school.
The first of the school year I had started looking to get her into a preschool.
she so wanted to be with other kids. But we have a potty training issue remember. I actually enrolled her in a local preschool. I explained that she was in panties, and that she goes pee in the pot pretty well, we just have issues with bowel movements. I should have trusted my instinct. I met the teach at the other preschool. And I didn't like her. I should have followed my gut. Hannah lasted 2 days. The teacher just couldn't "handle" her having accidents.
At the new preschool, you don't have to be completely potty trained. I've also met the teacher, she is so sweet and I have a good feeling about her. That makes a mama breathe easier. In the mornings Hannah will be riding the bus from the local school that my mom teaches at and one of my mom's aides will be on the bus. But in the afternoon she won't. It will be the same bus driver, but still. I'm a little nervous about it. I can imagine it's hard to put your kindergarten on the bus but Hannah is Three!!
On a completely different note. I've read about the national blog month. I would love to do something like that, but I don't have much time. Maybe I'll try to get more blog entries in this month. I am an avid blog reader. I read at least 20 or 30 on my lunch at work (and when I can sneak and the boss not see)
I read Nino, and the original Jerriann from alabama, and Amy, I need to update my blog roll, yeah right. Just know I'm out there.
Opps I forgot about Halloween.
HUmm, maybe I wasblocking it out. HA!
It was a trip.
ohhh my littlest munchkin just leaned over in her saucer and grabbed her sisters candy basket. she is soo smart.
Phoebe has Tommy's coloring. She has the prettiest color, it's like a natural tan. Coming from someone that has always been so fair I literally glow in the dark. My poor Hannah is colored like me. These two will be opposites in looks for sure. Hannah is going to be model tall, she is three and a half (got to get the half in there) and she is wearing a little girls size 6 clothes. I fully expect her to be six feet tall. She has fair, snow white coloring, dark almost black hair and the clearest biggest blue eyes. All Hannah's life strangers have stopped me in the street to tell me how pretty she is. I try to teach her and attitude goes a long way too.
Phoebe will be a year old in a couple of weeks. Can you believe it? She might be 20lbs, she hovers around the 20lb mark at the doctors. She wears 12 month clothes and they fit her a little big. She has coloring that I would die for. She has a natural golden color to her. (oops obviously miss thing stole a sucker from her sisters candy stash lol let me take the paper off girly,) (Let it be known that she is in an excersauser a foot away from me, and yes I'm letting her have a sucker at 7:30 am (shut up!!!) and yes she can eat suckers obviously supervised) She can also drink from a straw. My little sunshine looks just like summer to me, tan, golden hair, light brown, and big blue eyes.
I call my girls Star bright and Sun light. Hannah is my Star... Diva yeah know. Phoebe Jo is my sunlight. If she sees someone she knows she lights up like the sun.
hummmm,
I've written one of the longest post ever, and still haven't gotten to Halloween. I'll get there, maybe post picture of the girls in their costumes and my rainbow ankle... I'll explain
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Thoughts From the Basement
My Three year old refuses to be potty trained. She is driving me crazy. She is so strong willed. It feels like i have to be on her alllllll the time. I've finally gotten her to the point that she will go pee in the pot. But she won't poop in the pot to save her life. She so wants to be in pre-school.
I hear all the time "Momma, I need a new fwiend" "Momma, i want a best fwiend" I signed her up for a pre-school. I explained to the teach we were having some issues about potting training. The teacher said they would try it. She lasted two days. (it was a HUGE mess) Which i don't think helped at all. I'm just so upset for her. And i keep hearing Dr Phil in my head "IT AINT ABOUT YOU!" lol. But she is missing out on so much because she isn't potty trained. Before you start, i'm not punising her for her accidents. But she doesn't care if she has and accident, and i can have her sit on the potty for hours and she'll hold it and go poop her pants somewhere else. I knew she will eventually get it,,,, but when?
I'm also a bit depressed. I fianlly resigned myself to the fact that i won't be able to afford my childhood home. It was suppose to be sold to me next year, but i can't afford that big a morguage. So, i took a deep breathe and told my mom to offer it to my brother. I feel stuck in the place, no matter how lovingly it is.
Phoebe is about to turn a year old and I can't believe it. My beautiful sunshine.
Nine times out of ten, I'm a happy person. But i think the gray is showing through.
I hear all the time "Momma, I need a new fwiend" "Momma, i want a best fwiend" I signed her up for a pre-school. I explained to the teach we were having some issues about potting training. The teacher said they would try it. She lasted two days. (it was a HUGE mess) Which i don't think helped at all. I'm just so upset for her. And i keep hearing Dr Phil in my head "IT AINT ABOUT YOU!" lol. But she is missing out on so much because she isn't potty trained. Before you start, i'm not punising her for her accidents. But she doesn't care if she has and accident, and i can have her sit on the potty for hours and she'll hold it and go poop her pants somewhere else. I knew she will eventually get it,,,, but when?
I'm also a bit depressed. I fianlly resigned myself to the fact that i won't be able to afford my childhood home. It was suppose to be sold to me next year, but i can't afford that big a morguage. So, i took a deep breathe and told my mom to offer it to my brother. I feel stuck in the place, no matter how lovingly it is.
Phoebe is about to turn a year old and I can't believe it. My beautiful sunshine.
Nine times out of ten, I'm a happy person. But i think the gray is showing through.
Monday, June 26, 2006
They may not be Barker beauties, but maybe one day.....
Hello everyone,
i have final got a little time to myself to actually post. When i first started my job, i was twidling my thumbs with nothing to do. I would usually finish up the day's work at about 10 am. Then they decided to give me more to do. Now i'm scrambling to get everything done, and wondering what everyone else is doing. I'm still reading faithfully on my lunch hours. Nino, JerriAnn, Carrie (Big Girl in Progress), everyday i promise, along with several others. I need to up date my blog roll but i never have the time between the girls and work.
OOHH by the way. My Honey Tommy says i never say anything about him on here. LOL sooo there something...
We'll see how long it takes him to notice girls. and i quote him " you only talk about those girls and that shop!"
pooor baby.. he's so precious, bless his heart LOL ( for referance on that you need to watch Chonda Pierce. she is a hilarious christian comedian.)
hummm, lets see what has been happening.
Hannah went to a friends house the other day. She usually goes and see Grandma Short there, but the dear lady died this summer, she was 100 years old. That day she was there and ask to go in and see her.
My friend said "Don't you remember Hannah, Grandma Short is in heavan.'Hannah says "How 'd she get there?
My friend says "Jesus came down and took here up there."
to which my daughter says after a minute of thinking.
"Well, he needs to just stay where he is and not take anyone else!"
lol she kills me and the drama,,, oooh heavans. She can already fake prat fall at three.. no one taught her that.
I fully expect an oscar out of her one day.
Miss Phoebe Jo is precious. She now says......."DADA" yeah thanks kid.
We were in bed one morning, she was awake but not crying so we weren't moving, when we heard "dadaddada"
Hummm, Tommy who is usually pretty asleep, woke up quick fast and in a hurry. Tickled Pink,,..."Did you here what she just said????" i thought he was going to burst. She is definatly a daddy's girl.
We got th
Saturday, May 27, 2006
A. W. O. L.
So did you think you had finally gotten rid of me???? Your not so lucky. I told you all that has gone on in the last month, it would be a whole whine fest. Let's just say, it involved.... my boyfriend getting a hernia on the job and workers comp turning him down..... getting evicted... sooo i'm bad where i swore i would never be. My sisters. I love her, but i'm overcrowed and depressed.
But enough of all that.
Want to here something that would make your cringe and laugh?
We were leaving Wally-world and my daughter ask to ride on the ice cream truck. I explained to her that i didn't get any quarters in my change. Sooooo.
My daughter stand up in the cart and anounces
"EVERYBODY.... EVERYBODY...... MY MOM NEEDS A QUARTER!!!"
i quickly got some change from a cashier.
Hannah will be 3 this next sunday. I can't believe it. She will be the death of me. My mom gets pictures of her on or near her birthday... so i'll pass them along.
so for now that's all.
But enough of all that.
Want to here something that would make your cringe and laugh?
We were leaving Wally-world and my daughter ask to ride on the ice cream truck. I explained to her that i didn't get any quarters in my change. Sooooo.
My daughter stand up in the cart and anounces
"EVERYBODY.... EVERYBODY...... MY MOM NEEDS A QUARTER!!!"
i quickly got some change from a cashier.
Hannah will be 3 this next sunday. I can't believe it. She will be the death of me. My mom gets pictures of her on or near her birthday... so i'll pass them along.
so for now that's all.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
This made me laugh
I got this in my email box. I did not write it. Whoever did is hilarious. Life sucks right now. This made me laugh. I hope it does you too.
Waxing is not for whimps
All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal:
The epi-lady, scissors, razors, Nair, and now .. home wax removal.My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, and play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours, "Maybe I should pull-out the waxing kit from the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm, and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else), and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I AM mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. ('YA THINK?!?)So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other, stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks-in so I get out the hair dryer and heat them to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah ... right!)
I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! Okay, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this!
Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am "She-Rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire!"With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my vagina and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip). I inhale deeply and brace myself ... RRRIIIPPP!!! I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull-off half of the strip. CRAP!Another deep breath and RRRRIIIIPPPP!!!! Everythingis swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out ... Must stay conscious ... Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe ... Okay, back to normal. I want to see my trophy ... a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair! I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair?
WHERE IS THE WAX?
Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch...I am touching wax. CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair.Then I make the next BIG mistake ... Remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet?
I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. DARN!!!I hear the slamming of a cell door. Cootchie? Sealed shut! Butt? Sealed shut!I penguin-walk around the bathroom trying to figure-out what to do and think to myself, "Please don't let me get the urge to poo. My head may pop-off!"What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water! Hot water melts wax! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered "bits;" the wax should melt, and I can gently wipe it off, right? WRONG!!!I get in the tub...the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment. I sit. Now the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub ... in scalding hot water.Which, by the way, does NOT melt cold wax.So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter.. "So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub..."There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal, but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or hole or who-ha?"
She's laughing out loud by now. I can hear her. I give her the rundown, and SHE suggests I call the number on the side of the box.
YEAH, RIGHT!!!
I should be the joke of someone else's night?!? While we go through various solutions, I resort to scraping-off the wax with a razor. Nothing feels better than having your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water, and THEN dry-shaving the sticky wax off!
By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace.. the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on, and OH MY GOOOOSSSSHHHH!!!The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I am beyond caring. "It works! IT WORKS!!!!"I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice, to my grief and despair, THE HAIR IS STILL THERE ... ALL OF IT!!!So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point. Next week I'm going to try hair color ...
Waxing is not for whimps
All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal:
The epi-lady, scissors, razors, Nair, and now .. home wax removal.My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, and play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours, "Maybe I should pull-out the waxing kit from the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm, and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else), and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I AM mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. ('YA THINK?!?)So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other, stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks-in so I get out the hair dryer and heat them to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah ... right!)
I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! Okay, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this!
Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am "She-Rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire!"With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my vagina and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip). I inhale deeply and brace myself ... RRRIIIPPP!!! I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull-off half of the strip. CRAP!Another deep breath and RRRRIIIIPPPP!!!! Everythingis swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out ... Must stay conscious ... Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe ... Okay, back to normal. I want to see my trophy ... a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair! I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair?
WHERE IS THE WAX?
Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch...I am touching wax. CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair.Then I make the next BIG mistake ... Remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet?
I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. DARN!!!I hear the slamming of a cell door. Cootchie? Sealed shut! Butt? Sealed shut!I penguin-walk around the bathroom trying to figure-out what to do and think to myself, "Please don't let me get the urge to poo. My head may pop-off!"What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water! Hot water melts wax! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered "bits;" the wax should melt, and I can gently wipe it off, right? WRONG!!!I get in the tub...the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment. I sit. Now the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub ... in scalding hot water.Which, by the way, does NOT melt cold wax.So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter.. "So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub..."There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal, but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or hole or who-ha?"
She's laughing out loud by now. I can hear her. I give her the rundown, and SHE suggests I call the number on the side of the box.
YEAH, RIGHT!!!
I should be the joke of someone else's night?!? While we go through various solutions, I resort to scraping-off the wax with a razor. Nothing feels better than having your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water, and THEN dry-shaving the sticky wax off!
By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace.. the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on, and OH MY GOOOOSSSSHHHH!!!The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I am beyond caring. "It works! IT WORKS!!!!"I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice, to my grief and despair, THE HAIR IS STILL THERE ... ALL OF IT!!!So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point. Next week I'm going to try hair color ...
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
This is what was left of the shop
Friday, March 31, 2006
Grateful but Sad
For those few that read this blog, you have heard me mention that my family owns an archery shop. My father got into archery about 15 years ago. He decided that he wanted to own his own shop. After much planning he built it about 15 feet from the house that i grew up in and my parents still live in. I love indoor archery. I have had many hours of enjoyment in the shop and met many great friends.
I got a call last night about 10pm. The shop was burning. By the time I got there it was gone. No one was hurt, My parents house (which was on one side) and my Sister & Brother-in- laws house (which was on the other) was not damaged in any way.
My sister and brother-in-law had just a year ago bought the business from my dad because he wanted to retire again. Their Yukon that was sitting out front burnt too, and their Harley that was inside, and the 4 wheeler. It's all gone. I'm grateful no one was hurt and houses weren't damaged. But that shop was like a member of the family. I mourn.
I got a call last night about 10pm. The shop was burning. By the time I got there it was gone. No one was hurt, My parents house (which was on one side) and my Sister & Brother-in- laws house (which was on the other) was not damaged in any way.
My sister and brother-in-law had just a year ago bought the business from my dad because he wanted to retire again. Their Yukon that was sitting out front burnt too, and their Harley that was inside, and the 4 wheeler. It's all gone. I'm grateful no one was hurt and houses weren't damaged. But that shop was like a member of the family. I mourn.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Helllooooo!
ok so it's either feast of famine on this blog. I can't help it i blog from work and have to watch out for the boss. I hope i don't get Dooced. Let's see ...... what do i need to tell all of ya'll
Hannah's EEG was normal. The nerologists visit was a waste of my time. He said... well, we will have to wait untill she has another seizure and go from there. So i get to live in fear of when she gets sick. They are thinking they are just fevaral seizures. To tell you the truth the last one she had in the ER looked different from the others. I don't know i guess we'll just have to wait and see.
This last weekend we bougth "Chicken Little". That is such a cute movie, at least in my humble opinion. Hannah loved it. She calls it "Chicken Noodle" There is one part in the movie, when Hannah was standing up and yelling at TV "GO CHICKEN NOOODALL GOOO!!!" it was too funny.
as Hannah would say when she wants everyones attention "Everybody....Everybody.....Everybody" Phoebe Jo has a tooth. At four months and five days she got her first tooth on the top. It's just barely there but it's there. She is going to do everything early i'm afraid. She always knows where Hannah is in the room...and i can almost see her begging to go play with her. She is sitting up now too, just still a little woobly. But i have this stinking suspicion that she will be moble soon.
The day is beautiful outside. I wish I could be out there enjoying it with my daughters. I hope you all are.
Hannah's EEG was normal. The nerologists visit was a waste of my time. He said... well, we will have to wait untill she has another seizure and go from there. So i get to live in fear of when she gets sick. They are thinking they are just fevaral seizures. To tell you the truth the last one she had in the ER looked different from the others. I don't know i guess we'll just have to wait and see.
This last weekend we bougth "Chicken Little". That is such a cute movie, at least in my humble opinion. Hannah loved it. She calls it "Chicken Noodle" There is one part in the movie, when Hannah was standing up and yelling at TV "GO CHICKEN NOOODALL GOOO!!!" it was too funny.
as Hannah would say when she wants everyones attention "Everybody....Everybody.....Everybody" Phoebe Jo has a tooth. At four months and five days she got her first tooth on the top. It's just barely there but it's there. She is going to do everything early i'm afraid. She always knows where Hannah is in the room...and i can almost see her begging to go play with her. She is sitting up now too, just still a little woobly. But i have this stinking suspicion that she will be moble soon.
The day is beautiful outside. I wish I could be out there enjoying it with my daughters. I hope you all are.
Monday, March 06, 2006
No Way!
When i play with my Hannah, i always tell her i love her, to which she has started saying "I Love you more!" Sometime or the other i must have said "No Way!" This weekend Hannah looked at me and said "I love you Mama," I said i love you more. To which her big blue eyes widened and she exclaimed "NO Way!" you got to lovethat kid.
Phoebe Joe is growing like a weed, and drooling like a mad woman. This is not fair, she is not yet 4 months, no drooling, no teeth for awhile i say. She is cooing and giggling, she is so cute.
Also Friday night Hannah says to me "I missed you Mama," ok ok, i know enough of the sweet stuff. but i miss them too.
Phoebe Joe is growing like a weed, and drooling like a mad woman. This is not fair, she is not yet 4 months, no drooling, no teeth for awhile i say. She is cooing and giggling, she is so cute.
Also Friday night Hannah says to me "I missed you Mama," ok ok, i know enough of the sweet stuff. but i miss them too.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Super Bunny!!!!
My two year old had to have a EEG this last week. A sleep depravation EEG, like i need the help. I had to keep her awake most of the night. They suggested she only sleep between 2am and 5 am. I did my best, but i put her to bed at 1am. So, I had to think. My daughter is not liking the Doctors and hospitals much lately, and for good reason. How do you explain to a 2 year old that they are going to pull wires on her head and make her go to sleep. So, I told her she was going to reciever her special powers. I told her that we were going to the hospital, they would put some wire on her head, she would take a nap and wake up with Special Powers. I did tell them they for when she was dreaming. She then came up with "SUPEER BUNNY". I was then deemed "SUPER BUNNY MAMA" and Phoebe is "SUPER BABY BUNNY". And yes they are in caps because they are usually yelled, or at least said very loud in and annoncers kind of voice. One of "SUPER Bunny's special powers is super drama queen pitifulness. The others we will keep you updated on.
Super Bunny Mama is wishing the newest power would be sleeping completely through the night, and maybe i don't know going in the potty????
Super Bunny Mama is wishing the newest power would be sleeping completely through the night, and maybe i don't know going in the potty????
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
.....You might be the mother of a young child. (Jeff Foxworthy please forgive me!)
1. If you can function on less than four hours of interupted sleep, but can't if THEY've had less than eight.. you might be the mother of a young child.
2. If you have a DVD/VCR combo, and one has "Bear in the Big Blue House" in it and the other has "Scooby Doo the Movie"... you might be the mother of a young child.
3. If you have ever daydreamed about going to the bathroom with the door actually closed ... you might be the mother of a young child.
4. If you have ever picked a booger out of someone else's nose .. at their request.... you might be the mother of a young child
5. If you know who Caillou is and how to pronounce it properly... you might be the mother of a young child
6. If you have ever uttered the phrase..."No, honey, Kitty doesn't like raw carrots and mini shredded wheat."... you might be the mother of a young child.
7. If you know the names of more Sesamee Street Muppets, than all the senators, sepreme court justices, and politicions combined... you might be the mother of a young child.
8. If you have ever looked longingly at a School bus... you might be the mother of a young child.
9. If you know all the words to the "Sponge Bob Square Pants" song, and have sung them at the top of you lungs... you might be the mother of a young child.
10. If you have every rejoiced in poop.... you might be the mother of a young child
11. If you have every picked a flavor of juice, from a shirt color.. you might be the mother of a young child.
12. If on any given afternoon you living room looks like PBS, Nick Jr., and Disney threw up all over it... you might be the mother of a young child.
13. If you have ever bribed someone to take their medicine.. you might be the mother of a young child.
14. If the hightlight of your week is watching "Gray's Anadomy" alone.... you might be the mother of a young child.
15. If you have ever bought 3 consecutive bags of chocolate chips to make cookies, only to eat them at three in the morning ... you might be the mother of a young child.
16. If you have ever been proud to wipe someone else's butt... you might be the mother of a young child.
17. If you have ever suddenly realized everything was quiet and you were terrified.. you might be the mother of a young child.
18. If you have ever cringed when you saw your toddler talking to your pastor... you might be the mother of a young child.
19. If you have ever carried a car seat, diaper bag, and toddler out to the car only to realize you don't have any keys.... you might be the mother of a young child.
20. If you have ever typed on the computer, held a squirming baby, and wiped the snotty nose of a 2 year old at the same time.. you might be the mother of a young child.
2. If you have a DVD/VCR combo, and one has "Bear in the Big Blue House" in it and the other has "Scooby Doo the Movie"... you might be the mother of a young child.
3. If you have ever daydreamed about going to the bathroom with the door actually closed ... you might be the mother of a young child.
4. If you have ever picked a booger out of someone else's nose .. at their request.... you might be the mother of a young child
5. If you know who Caillou is and how to pronounce it properly... you might be the mother of a young child
6. If you have ever uttered the phrase..."No, honey, Kitty doesn't like raw carrots and mini shredded wheat."... you might be the mother of a young child.
7. If you know the names of more Sesamee Street Muppets, than all the senators, sepreme court justices, and politicions combined... you might be the mother of a young child.
8. If you have ever looked longingly at a School bus... you might be the mother of a young child.
9. If you know all the words to the "Sponge Bob Square Pants" song, and have sung them at the top of you lungs... you might be the mother of a young child.
10. If you have every rejoiced in poop.... you might be the mother of a young child
11. If you have every picked a flavor of juice, from a shirt color.. you might be the mother of a young child.
12. If on any given afternoon you living room looks like PBS, Nick Jr., and Disney threw up all over it... you might be the mother of a young child.
13. If you have ever bribed someone to take their medicine.. you might be the mother of a young child.
14. If the hightlight of your week is watching "Gray's Anadomy" alone.... you might be the mother of a young child.
15. If you have ever bought 3 consecutive bags of chocolate chips to make cookies, only to eat them at three in the morning ... you might be the mother of a young child.
16. If you have ever been proud to wipe someone else's butt... you might be the mother of a young child.
17. If you have ever suddenly realized everything was quiet and you were terrified.. you might be the mother of a young child.
18. If you have ever cringed when you saw your toddler talking to your pastor... you might be the mother of a young child.
19. If you have ever carried a car seat, diaper bag, and toddler out to the car only to realize you don't have any keys.... you might be the mother of a young child.
20. If you have ever typed on the computer, held a squirming baby, and wiped the snotty nose of a 2 year old at the same time.. you might be the mother of a young child.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
So...What did you do this weekend?
Thursday night around 11 p.m. Hannah woke up with a fever. Not anything too serious 100.5 but she had, less than a year ago, a febral sezire when her fever spiked. So, i was nervous. I call the doctor they said to just give her Tylenol, and i did. She slept the rest of the night and didn't feel too warm, so i gave her more in the morning and took her to the babysitter. In the process of getting up and down in the night i had lost my contact somewhere in my eye and couldn't get it out. So i went at my lunch hour to the eye doctor to get it out. It took the doc, about 15 minutes to get it out, now my eye is bruised but not scratched, so no contacts for a few days.
I get back to the office and i'm told immediately to call my sister, my daughter had had a seizure at the babysitters. Fabulouss!! The EMT had taken her temperature then, three different ways and it was only a 100. something. So, i called her doctors office. They couldn't get her in, take her to the urgent care. SO, i leave work drive to get her, trying my best not to speed too bad.
My babysitter opened the door and said, "I never want to go through that again." Unfortunately, her 12 year old son was home sick from school that day too, he was terrified.
SO, i picked up the girls and drove to the urgent care clinic, and filled out all the paper work just for them to tell me that they don't treat that take her to the ER. Sooooo, i'm off, 2 year old, 3 month old and all their stuff to the ER.
At the ER they took Hannah's temperature again. It was 101.8 so we head to a room. In the room, i put the carseat up with Phoebe in it on the end of the bed and get up in the bed with Hannah. They had to take a blood test so i put Hannah between my legs and layed her back
against my chest. That was where we were after the blood test, when my mother came in. She picked up Phoebe to love on her. Mom and i were talking, and talking to Hannah, then she got quiet. And then... she had another seizure. Mom ran for the nurses and i held my daughter assuring her i was there and she would be alright. The room filled up with nurses, and one doc.
The little country hospital we have does not have a pediatic neorologist. So, the called out to indianapols to get us a room at one of the bigger hospitals. We took a ride in an abulance out to indy, it's about 40 minutes away. At least, they didn't have to have the lights and sirens on. Hannah talked to me and the EMT for part of the way and then fell asleep for the last half. On the way there she asked "Moma, you sleep wiff me??" and i of course said yes. When we got to the hospital, they put her in one of the cage beds. I'm eyeing that thing, thinking i'm going to look reaally funny, all scrunched up in that cage, but you better believe i would be doing it. Thankfully, one of the nurses ask if i wanted a big bed so i could sleep with her. We spent the night there, they came in at 2am to take Hannah's vitals and her temperature was 103.7 but no more seizures. She had a IV, and 3 monitors on her chest and one hooked on her toe. she was released at 5 p.m. Saturday. And Your weekend?????
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Does This Make My Butt Look Smaller?
I know it's Valentine's Day and all. So, hearts, chocolate, love and kisses to all.
In my quest for random post, I will tell you a little more about me. Have you ever wondered why this is called Ladyarcher's place? I have been asked before about some Lord Archer in England who was infamous for some devilish ways in the bedroom. But no, it's nothing as juicy as that.
I shoot a bow and arrow. Well, I haven't for awhile, but that is my sport of choice. I shoot a compound bow indoors. Did any of you have archery in shool? You most likely shoot what is called a recurve bow there. (Think indian bow.) I shoot a compound. It's like the difference between a shot gun and a high power rife. (no I won't be in a church tower anytime soon.HA!)
I shoot target, paper target that are 20 yards away. It is very relaxing to me. You are suppose to focas on one thing. The X in the middle of the bull's eye. And not on the screaming children.
My family owns and archery shop, so I have an instant place to shoot. and I have an in with the owners, so the discount is great.
I don't hunt. Not because I think it's bad, but because i'm lazy. If I want meat I will go to WalMart, where I can be warm, and it's not the crack of dawn, and I don't have to smell like deer pee.
By the way, women have a better form in this sport. It's just the focasing on one thing when tend to have a problem with. There are districts, state, and national competions all of which i've competed in. Two of which i've won. It's a great family sport. My 2 year old daughter has her own bow, she does shoot ever so often.
I have a new bow on order. It's black, i'm hoping it will be slimming. LOL I'm reaching for anything to make my butt look smaller. ANYTHING!!
In my quest for random post, I will tell you a little more about me. Have you ever wondered why this is called Ladyarcher's place? I have been asked before about some Lord Archer in England who was infamous for some devilish ways in the bedroom. But no, it's nothing as juicy as that.
I shoot a bow and arrow. Well, I haven't for awhile, but that is my sport of choice. I shoot a compound bow indoors. Did any of you have archery in shool? You most likely shoot what is called a recurve bow there. (Think indian bow.) I shoot a compound. It's like the difference between a shot gun and a high power rife. (no I won't be in a church tower anytime soon.HA!)
I shoot target, paper target that are 20 yards away. It is very relaxing to me. You are suppose to focas on one thing. The X in the middle of the bull's eye. And not on the screaming children.
My family owns and archery shop, so I have an instant place to shoot. and I have an in with the owners, so the discount is great.
I don't hunt. Not because I think it's bad, but because i'm lazy. If I want meat I will go to WalMart, where I can be warm, and it's not the crack of dawn, and I don't have to smell like deer pee.
By the way, women have a better form in this sport. It's just the focasing on one thing when tend to have a problem with. There are districts, state, and national competions all of which i've competed in. Two of which i've won. It's a great family sport. My 2 year old daughter has her own bow, she does shoot ever so often.
I have a new bow on order. It's black, i'm hoping it will be slimming. LOL I'm reaching for anything to make my butt look smaller. ANYTHING!!
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Hello world!
Ok blogging world. What would you like to know??? Go ahead all three of you ask me any question i'm game.
side note: Can a 3 month old be claustraphobic??? My Phoebe hates being covered up, espcially her head. You know those car seat covers, she hates it. But it's so cold here i have to do something. And do dare cover her head, heavens no, you are in for it then. Come to think of it Hannah won't go down a covered slide. She loves the open ones, but the tube ones she won't have anything to do with? what's up with that?
I'm just saying.
side note: Can a 3 month old be claustraphobic??? My Phoebe hates being covered up, espcially her head. You know those car seat covers, she hates it. But it's so cold here i have to do something. And do dare cover her head, heavens no, you are in for it then. Come to think of it Hannah won't go down a covered slide. She loves the open ones, but the tube ones she won't have anything to do with? what's up with that?
I'm just saying.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Ok, lets open a can of worms and see what happens.
Are you ready. I'm going to state some of my opinions. There aren't that many out there that read me I think. But we'll see what kind of reaction I get. Note these are MY opinions, so deal with it .
I don't watch or read too much news. It's depression and sad. I feel that my job in life is to raise my daughters the best I know how, to be the best people they know how. That is a full time job.
I also help whoever I can whenever I can.
Breastfeeding in public. It's a natural thing, God gave mothers breast to feed there offspring. Stop being childish and deal with it. Mothers we would appreciate it if you showed some modesty. I never got my milk in to feed my daughters that way or I would be there with you.
The president. To be honest with you I like ole George. Yeah he may not be the smartest crayon in the pack, but he's stuck to his guns. Both literally and figuratively. Yes, I have family and friends in Iraqi. I come from a military family. My father was a Marine, my brother in the Army for over 10 years. When you join the military, you know that you are there to protect your country. That may include getting shot at.
Religion= Oh wow, where do I start. I grew up in a very, very conservative church. (people used to ask if I was Amish) I went my last two years of High school to a private school called God's Bible School. It is a beautiful school full of rich heritage and wonderful people. I went back there for college and met my first husband there. It is also, very conservative. So, I've studied and even taught the Bible and here is my take on it.
If you take the time to be best friends with God, and Do the things he asks you to do. You won't have time to do the things he doesn't like. Simplistic I know, but try it sometime.
Women, for the most part, i'm not too partial to my species. We tend to be petty, and catty. I hate that. But nice, no better yet be kind. Try to look at life through someone else's eyes.
Let's see.... well that's a beginning. More ramblings when I think of them.
I don't watch or read too much news. It's depression and sad. I feel that my job in life is to raise my daughters the best I know how, to be the best people they know how. That is a full time job.
I also help whoever I can whenever I can.
Breastfeeding in public. It's a natural thing, God gave mothers breast to feed there offspring. Stop being childish and deal with it. Mothers we would appreciate it if you showed some modesty. I never got my milk in to feed my daughters that way or I would be there with you.
The president. To be honest with you I like ole George. Yeah he may not be the smartest crayon in the pack, but he's stuck to his guns. Both literally and figuratively. Yes, I have family and friends in Iraqi. I come from a military family. My father was a Marine, my brother in the Army for over 10 years. When you join the military, you know that you are there to protect your country. That may include getting shot at.
Religion= Oh wow, where do I start. I grew up in a very, very conservative church. (people used to ask if I was Amish) I went my last two years of High school to a private school called God's Bible School. It is a beautiful school full of rich heritage and wonderful people. I went back there for college and met my first husband there. It is also, very conservative. So, I've studied and even taught the Bible and here is my take on it.
If you take the time to be best friends with God, and Do the things he asks you to do. You won't have time to do the things he doesn't like. Simplistic I know, but try it sometime.
Women, for the most part, i'm not too partial to my species. We tend to be petty, and catty. I hate that. But nice, no better yet be kind. Try to look at life through someone else's eyes.
Let's see.... well that's a beginning. More ramblings when I think of them.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
2 months down, years to go
I have now had my darlin' Phoebe Jo for two months. She is diffinatley going to be a DIVA, just like her sister. (LORD help me!) But internet friends, The smiles. I have here posted the pictures that were just taken. I'm sorrry I know i'm the mom and everything, but that is one CUTE KID. Now if i could just get here to sleep. The picture with Hannah is so funny. You can just hear her thinking. "Take the picture fast before she drops me. Somebody Please!
Find a happy place, find a happy place......"
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