Saturday, May 29, 2010


I'd put this under Friday Night Follies, but technically it's now Saturday.


It's been a fucking week.

The shingles is mostly over. The E is doing well, she had her first karate class tonight. It was wicked awesome. She looked adorable in her karate uniform, slithering down the mat like a snake. (Note to all parents: teach your child how to do push-ups before their first karate class, otherwise they do something that looks like humping the mat.) She had fun, she might learn some good skills like self discipline and confidence from these classes, and we are maybe giving her some useful skills.

I don't know-this just seems like a better skill for her to have than gymnastics or ballet. Perhaps it's a feminist thing, or maybe a practical one. Ballet is hell on your feet, as is ice skating on your (so much!) body, and gymnastics on your self image. Karate teaches you how to kick ass and the discipline not to. It seems like a good fit. Meh, we'll see?

B: gets tunes in her ears soon. Is walking holding on to one of my hands. Is trying very hard to talk while hearing us through fluid in both ears. We're guessing three weeks after tubes for complete sentences.

I'm tired. John's tired. He's the ass able to sleep however, and I'm the one up after midnight stupidly blathering away on my unread blog. In unrelated news, I switched out my nose stud for my super cool skull one a week ago or so, and switched it back the other night because the skull one hurts, apparently. These little details are the things no one needs to think about during their day.

Tomorrow I have an appointment for a half hour massage, a hydrotherapy tub, and a cut and style at my favorite salon. Courtesy of the husband for my birthday/mother's day. My hair is currently just past my shoulders. Usually in a ponytail. Super. Hot.

I'm going for a drastic hair change. If nothing else, I'm going for several hours on my own. Say it with me here: HELL YES MOTHER FUCKERS!!!

Maybe I need to get out more often.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

A bad name

Monday was the day of doctors, BMV and condescending old men. The ENT has scheduled B to get tubes on Wednesday of next week. She has a cold right now and is also teething, so I am crossing every body part I can manage that she doesn't get an ear infection in the meantime, which would screw everything up. I'm also taking next Thursday off, because the day after the surgery kids usually get a bit weirded out because everything is suddenly so loud.

I'm happy she's getting tubes because she'll feel better and hear better. I'm glad we live in a place where this is available. I'm glad she's OK.

After the ENT John took off to record a voice-over for Air Heads candy. Be on the lookout for a commercial on TV with a tie-in to a movie. He's the voice of the announcer on the commercial. It's his first national gig, and I am damn proud of my dude! My mom came over to help me out and ended up taking me and the girls to lunch. It was an AWESOME lunch! Then she took me to the ophthalmologist. He was a dick. A condescending pompous self important full of shit dick. I am calling his office tomorrow to tell his staff exactly that, and how much I loved the rest of the staff. That guy gives doctors a bad name, and I have dealt with enough of those doctors to no longer put up with their behavior. So I went home yesterday and looked at these faces, and I felt better.

After that I needed to go get my tags renewed and run some errands, but the shingles knocked me out instead. We got my Mom a power of attorney and she went to the BMV for me, while I went to sleep. I keep forgetting that this isn't just a rash-my body is fighting off a serious virus and needs to heal. Most people are knocked on their asses for a week at least with this. I was back at work today, albeit with a LOT of help from a wonderful friend and another couple of hours of help from my mom. I am one lucky lady!

But that doctor was still a dick. G'night!

Sunday, May 23, 2010

I hesitate to say I'm back...

Oh my fucking christ it's been a couple of months.

Right now my left eye is swelled shut thanks to shingles and my body's inability to fight that particular virus. I've had shingles round about 200 times at this point, starting in high school and culminating in right fucking now and I need to go see a mother-humping eye DOCTOR tomorrow to make sure I don't have any damage to my cornea because apparently I can go blind. From shingles in my eye. Dammit.

B has had one ear infection after another for over two months and sees the ENT bright and early tomorrow morning. She'll be getting tubes at 10 months. At this point, after having not slept and having dealt with the angriest baby on the planet for two whole glorious months, I say bring on the damn tubes! Let the baby feel better! Poor kid's last round of drugs ended badly-amoxicillian (or however the fuck you spell it) gives little ones a "yeasty rash." Her head hurts, her teeth are coming in, and her ass and little bits are itchy as hell. Baby needs a break, ya'll!

To top off the fun, E has decided to act out. We thought she had a bladder infection due to the peeing a bit in her pants all the time. Turns out that with B's ears and ass and whatnot getting all the attention, plus my super stressful 8 week college class of doom, and the general lack of sleep all around, my first-born felt overlooked and needed some attention. Keep in mind this isn't a calculated thing-kids just do this. Class is over as of noon today, and my little one is going to get lots of mommy time, since Mommy is supposed to rest and sleep and take it easy. (Note to other Moms: HA! also ha! hahahah, and what? does that ever happen after birth?) On the plus side, I have good drugs for the pain. Speaking of which, Imma go take some of those now.

I'll let you know how the Monday of Doctors and Woe goes.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Time? What?

Here are some images from my final project last quarter. The theme was age.

This is my bouquet from my wedding. Luckily the marriage has aged far better than the flowers.

Great, great grandmother's wedding china. Dude.

Antique store! Lurve you for saving my ass.

These two are from my family. They are old, that is all I know.

The picture below was in the antique store. The tag "Adopt a relative" cracked me up!

I have written so, so many posts in my head. They never seem to get here, though, and for that I apologize. The last few weeks have been rough in a new kind of rough way. It's been manageable. It has not, however, been pretty.

First, there was poopaggedeon. Or Poopacolypse. For two weeks the youngest three, the three that were potty training and also picking their noses and eating it (the gross just gets exponential there, doesn't it?) had the massive, explosive poops. It was horrible, and they weren't here through most of it. I have used ab entire bottle of bleach, almost.

Second, my eldest lost her fucking mind. I do not remember much about being 4, but I have seen a bit of it. At some point they go fucking insane. This has been happened, and we are mostly through it. I was extraordinarily relieved to find out she has not been screaming/hitting/scratching/ignoring etc etc etc at school. It sucks. I love her so much, though. Funny how that doesn't change a bit no matter how they're acting.Third, ear infections. We are on the second in just over two weeks. Combine that with a cold and teething, and my life is loud. My ears are ringing most of the day, the baby will not let me put her down or out of her sight, and the sleeping is not so much. I've said it before and I'll say it again-fuck you, teeth. You suck. I hate you.
Bright side: B is crawling, eating O's, playing peek-a-boo, singing, etc. She is a wonder and a joy. She has great lungs. I might be exhausted, but my kids are healthy and happy. Even the day care ones. Now. The poopening is over, the ear infections and teething will pass, and it'll all be OK. I'll sleep someday. After this short quarter is over, most likely. I'm not going to take an 8 weeks class again if I can help it. I am in serious shit here, trying to get my assignments done and still keep everything else together.

We booked our cabin for vacation sometime in the last few weeks. I am really, really excited for a vacation this year. Woo!


Thursday, March 4, 2010

More kid photos

Hey there spawn fans!

Things here are going well. E is at her Grandma's tonight, and B is currently nursing and dozing on my lap. John is working late, again, so I have a couple minutes to hang out and post some pics. I was really happy with how a few of my portrait project shots turned out:

And that's all I've got for you tonight. I'm very hungry, so I'm going to try to address that.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

You wanna see the babies?

Not babies. Prayer Flags in the wind. I like this one a lot. But! On to babies:

E throwing a duck for one of my photography projects. School is going well, but it's really keeping me busy. Guess why I haven't been blogging. Go ahead, guess! You're right, it's school, business and being a Mom to two kids. Blog was the weak point.

Holy crap, my baby is 7 months old. Which means that someone I know has been pregnant for as long as I have had a baby. The baby, by the way, has one tooth. She is also teething. She is crawling on her knee and foot, and says "hat, daddy, cat, (my name)" and something that sounds like her sister's name but isn't quite intelligible yet. Oh, and "hair." Her sister is reading. She up and started that last weekend, and has been reading everything she can get her hands on. It's incredible!

Here is the baby painted up like Charlie Chaplin. I was having fun with blueberries.

Aside from the wonders of being cooped up inside while the midwest vomits snow and gray upon us, things are giong OK. We're busy with me in school, etc etc etc. I'm loving my photography class. E is loving her ballet class. John is loving his writing class and B is loving everything. This age makes me want more babies. Then again...I'd like to have my body back to being mine for a bit. We'll see.

E has been diagnosed with asthma, which is something we are all adjusting to. It's not severe, but she's taking medicine every day for it, plus she has a rescue inhaler. We see the doctor next week to find out more about it. Hopefully she'll be able to get off the steroid inhaler-it's not great for her and makes her a little nuts at times. I want her to be able to breathe, though. I'm looking forward to getting a little more information on the subject-my mom took her in when I thought it was just a tough cold and got the initial diagnosis. I have a lot of questions. Hopefully we'll get some reassuring answers!

I now have glasses. I had no idea how much of the world I was missing!

That's it for now. I'd say see you soon, or I'm back, or something to that effect but I don't know how often I'll get the chance to write. I hope it'll be sooner rather than later, but life is funny sometimes. I hope you're all doing well, and may your spring come soon!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010


My last post was right before Thanksgiving.
"What happened?" you may very well ask, and I, dear reader, will answer.

The fucking flu/stomach flu/sleepless apocalypse happened. It kind of happened like this:
  1. We got the flu.
  2. Holidays.
  3. We got the stomach flu.
  4. B stopped sleeping. Up every 40 to 120 minutes, every night, all night.
  5. More flu.
  6. Holidays.
  7. Less sleep.
  8. We trudged about bumping into things.
We started a little sleep training with B last week, however, and now we are all sleeping. Which means that I can blog, do my homework and think. All of which have been suffering dreadfully lately. Sadly, however, I need to go to bed now. Talk to you soon?