June 30
twiddle your thumbs
Confucious say : Bean dip with mold growing is bad bean dip.
Jess say : Yes Confucious it is.
That bastard is wise.
I'm feeling friskyyyy.....meow meow meow meow...
No not the naughty kind..or the meow mix kind...just feel like I need to put on a wig and rob a liquor store or something.
*Ahem* I mean...maybe stop over at the dollar store and get some cheap toilet paper and plastic forks.
Sometimes after life's been mediocre for awhile...ya need some plastic forks is all.
Tomorrow we're going to see fireworks I guess...just a block away so we can see most of it from here...but the girls wanna see ALL of it.
Jay will be confined to the kennel for the duration of the 4th. JackAss had to go and eat 3 boxes of "snappers" and some smoke bombs and puke all over...I'm pretty sure that we own the dumbest fucking dog in the world.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Wanted cereal.
Kids ate all the damn Captain Crunch...so I look for the Fruit Loops. Jay seems to have helped himself to them, as the box was left on the edge of the counter. Hope they were good ya little fucker, cause that's all the food you get today.
My choices were Raisin Bran..and Pops...so I'm having Pops...Raisin Bran is my normal cereal of choice , so I decided to live on the wild side today.
My mini-rose bushes...are getting ready to bloom again. When I was inspecting the buds..I see they are covered in aphids. Dammit. Gotta go to Earl May to get some bug juice. Last year we had an overabundance of lady bugs..and now of course when I need them, they are nowhere to be found.
The girls...ughh...
They are bring so catty and mean to each other. My kids don't get hit, or called names...but somehow they've found both appropriate to do to each other.
So, I've told them...you hit someone....I HIT YOU . Plain and simple.
You call your sister a Patty McFatty, DumbHead, imbecile, or a nematoad..(which why that's a bad thing I dunno)...but when/if you do...you get soap in your mouth.
And, one more thing . If you ask me one more time when we are going to get more fireworks. I will send you to daycare...in the hood...the one that was on the news last week.
Try me kid..I dare ya.
Kids ate all the damn Captain Crunch...so I look for the Fruit Loops. Jay seems to have helped himself to them, as the box was left on the edge of the counter. Hope they were good ya little fucker, cause that's all the food you get today.
My choices were Raisin Bran..and Pops...so I'm having Pops...Raisin Bran is my normal cereal of choice , so I decided to live on the wild side today.
My mini-rose bushes...are getting ready to bloom again. When I was inspecting the buds..I see they are covered in aphids. Dammit. Gotta go to Earl May to get some bug juice. Last year we had an overabundance of lady bugs..and now of course when I need them, they are nowhere to be found.
The girls...ughh...
They are bring so catty and mean to each other. My kids don't get hit, or called names...but somehow they've found both appropriate to do to each other.
So, I've told them...you hit someone....I HIT YOU . Plain and simple.
You call your sister a Patty McFatty, DumbHead, imbecile, or a nematoad..(which why that's a bad thing I dunno)...but when/if you do...you get soap in your mouth.
And, one more thing . If you ask me one more time when we are going to get more fireworks. I will send you to daycare...in the hood...the one that was on the news last week.
Try me kid..I dare ya.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Monday, June 26, 2006
June 26
Part II
Sunday
3 a.m.
Woke up...heart pounding, sweaty, shaky, and nauseated.
Puked.
Realized that my mouth is not only more sore that 5 hours ago, but now is hard to open more than a little.
Then realized....this ain't just a toothache anymore...and by Monday...I'll be dead from infection that has eaten my face off .
Ok a little overdramatic, but, that's how my mind works.
3:27 a.m.
Wake hubs, tell him I'm going to see a doctor...
Remember that I'm still wearing the clothes that I puked in.
Change clothes.
Look for shoes.
3:49 a.m.
Laying back on the bed, trying to see if I can spot any shoes from where I lay.
4:03 a.m.
Go to emergency room. And, think how much I hate going to the ER for something other than a trauma.
Realize that right now I don't give a shit.
(My insurance will pay for an ER visit, but not and ER Dental visit...)
So I get there about 4:15...check in, and see the doctor at about 4:30.
The ER I went to is at a brand new hospital right by us...they don't do traumas...so they were slow.
The nurse and doctor were both fabulous. And, both said that it was essential that I'd come. They checked on Norbert too..who had the hiccups during the ultrasound.
(Found out too that the doc has 4 kids...and another one due in August.)
My heartrate was in the high 90's , temp. was 101...obviously and infection. See ? I told ya.
So...I had to go to Walgreens, get my meds...and anitbiotic, and a pain med. I don't like to have to take anything for pain other than tylenol during pregnancy..and would of avoided it if I could. But honestly at that point I would of let them shoot me up with just about anything.
Was home before 6..and went back to bed...where I stayed ALL day.
The antibiotic is drawing the infection out...slooowly and painfully. My tongue and gums are quite swollen...my tongue, and that rubbery thing under it...which is an odd feeling thing to have swollen.
I had mashed potatoes for lunch and dinner...
My girls...they were upset...not only could we not go to Schramm Park to go hiking yesterday. BUT they had to ask their Dad for everything...he doesn't fix them snacks at anytime...or help them with a DVD right when they need it..so it always turns into an argument...
But they all...and I survived.
Oh and I did remember another good thing about Jay...he laid with Momma all day...I mean he did pass gas alot...but hey...he was taking care of me what could I say ?
Part II
Sunday
3 a.m.
Woke up...heart pounding, sweaty, shaky, and nauseated.
Puked.
Realized that my mouth is not only more sore that 5 hours ago, but now is hard to open more than a little.
Then realized....this ain't just a toothache anymore...and by Monday...I'll be dead from infection that has eaten my face off .
Ok a little overdramatic, but, that's how my mind works.
3:27 a.m.
Wake hubs, tell him I'm going to see a doctor...
Remember that I'm still wearing the clothes that I puked in.
Change clothes.
Look for shoes.
3:49 a.m.
Laying back on the bed, trying to see if I can spot any shoes from where I lay.
4:03 a.m.
Go to emergency room. And, think how much I hate going to the ER for something other than a trauma.
Realize that right now I don't give a shit.
(My insurance will pay for an ER visit, but not and ER Dental visit...)
So I get there about 4:15...check in, and see the doctor at about 4:30.
The ER I went to is at a brand new hospital right by us...they don't do traumas...so they were slow.
The nurse and doctor were both fabulous. And, both said that it was essential that I'd come. They checked on Norbert too..who had the hiccups during the ultrasound.
(Found out too that the doc has 4 kids...and another one due in August.)
My heartrate was in the high 90's , temp. was 101...obviously and infection. See ? I told ya.
So...I had to go to Walgreens, get my meds...and anitbiotic, and a pain med. I don't like to have to take anything for pain other than tylenol during pregnancy..and would of avoided it if I could. But honestly at that point I would of let them shoot me up with just about anything.
Was home before 6..and went back to bed...where I stayed ALL day.
The antibiotic is drawing the infection out...slooowly and painfully. My tongue and gums are quite swollen...my tongue, and that rubbery thing under it...which is an odd feeling thing to have swollen.
I had mashed potatoes for lunch and dinner...
My girls...they were upset...not only could we not go to Schramm Park to go hiking yesterday. BUT they had to ask their Dad for everything...he doesn't fix them snacks at anytime...or help them with a DVD right when they need it..so it always turns into an argument...
But they all...and I survived.
Oh and I did remember another good thing about Jay...he laid with Momma all day...I mean he did pass gas alot...but hey...he was taking care of me what could I say ?
Oh the agony
This fucking toothache.
Dammit..fuck... this fucking whorebag..dicksmacking toothache.
Like I don't have enough flippin' issues right now... ? Really ?
The dentist is my arch enemy. All dentists are. When it's time for the girls to go I pretend it's fabulous and blah blah blah...I want them to have the luxury of fantastic teeth.
That luxury is long gone for me. Not having dental insurance as a kid meant...the only time we went to the dentist was if you had an abcess the size of a watermelon growing from your face. Didn't matter if you were in pain...or couldn't take a drink of cold water that was too damn bad...it wasn't bad enough until pus oozed from your mouth, and it looked like your evil twin was trying to make it's way out through your jaw.
So when I got older and finally went to the dentist...it was horrible. The man looked in my mouth...and then looked at me like I had a dead body hiding in my molars. He was horrified...and told me that. I was so embarrased and ashamed.
So...in turn I've only cut off my nose to spite my face.
I only go when it's absolutely necesary. To me that's just the pain...no watermelons, or evil twins.
But I don't want to go ! Last time I had a root canal that STILL hurts...and cost me 700 bucks out of pocket.
So tomorrow...I'm gonna head over to the urgent care at my doctors office and pay 15 bucks...and get some antibiotics...which is what they'll do at the dentist anyway...before they do a root canal. Fuck. That.
I've tried not to be a baby because of it...so I'm just bitchy.
These kids of mine are makin' me nuts. All this bitchin' and moanin' about wanting to eat three times a day is really getting under my skin.
Oh...and of course there's the essential snacks.
"Mom ...mom...mom...hey Mom....Mommy...!"
"What ?!?!?"
" What ya doin ? We're hungry"
"Ya just ate dinner 13 minutes ago dammit !"
"Can we have a popsicle ?"
"Popsicles aren't real food...are you hungry or do you just want a popsicle ?"
" We just want a popsicle ?"
20 minutes later...........................
"Mom...do we have any candy I'm starving ."
Seriously ..I think they are part hummingbird.
They run like mad all day...and eat while running ...stop take a break...eat...run...eat and run...
This fucking toothache.
Dammit..fuck... this fucking whorebag..dicksmacking toothache.
Like I don't have enough flippin' issues right now... ? Really ?
The dentist is my arch enemy. All dentists are. When it's time for the girls to go I pretend it's fabulous and blah blah blah...I want them to have the luxury of fantastic teeth.
That luxury is long gone for me. Not having dental insurance as a kid meant...the only time we went to the dentist was if you had an abcess the size of a watermelon growing from your face. Didn't matter if you were in pain...or couldn't take a drink of cold water that was too damn bad...it wasn't bad enough until pus oozed from your mouth, and it looked like your evil twin was trying to make it's way out through your jaw.
So when I got older and finally went to the dentist...it was horrible. The man looked in my mouth...and then looked at me like I had a dead body hiding in my molars. He was horrified...and told me that. I was so embarrased and ashamed.
So...in turn I've only cut off my nose to spite my face.
I only go when it's absolutely necesary. To me that's just the pain...no watermelons, or evil twins.
But I don't want to go ! Last time I had a root canal that STILL hurts...and cost me 700 bucks out of pocket.
So tomorrow...I'm gonna head over to the urgent care at my doctors office and pay 15 bucks...and get some antibiotics...which is what they'll do at the dentist anyway...before they do a root canal. Fuck. That.
I've tried not to be a baby because of it...so I'm just bitchy.
These kids of mine are makin' me nuts. All this bitchin' and moanin' about wanting to eat three times a day is really getting under my skin.
Oh...and of course there's the essential snacks.
"Mom ...mom...mom...hey Mom....Mommy...!"
"What ?!?!?"
" What ya doin ? We're hungry"
"Ya just ate dinner 13 minutes ago dammit !"
"Can we have a popsicle ?"
"Popsicles aren't real food...are you hungry or do you just want a popsicle ?"
" We just want a popsicle ?"
20 minutes later...........................
"Mom...do we have any candy I'm starving ."
Seriously ..I think they are part hummingbird.
They run like mad all day...and eat while running ...stop take a break...eat...run...eat and run...
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