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.