For all of those who fought to keep her flying free...
May 30, 2011
May 27, 2011
Fractured Fairy Tale
Sweetums accidentally broke a glass in the kitchen a few weeks ago.
During the clean up, I stepped on a piece.
Don't worry... I didn't feel it.
The neuropathy and all...
I checked the cut really well and didn't find any glass.
I kept it clean and disinfected...
Alcohol, antibiotic cream, nice cushy bandages...
You all know the drill. ;o)
Every now and then, the cut would start bleeding.
That wasn't unusual because of where it was located. Right?
The day before yesterday, Cap'n Chaos looked at my foot in the sun.
Guess what?
Yuppers...
The piece of glass was still in my foot.
Thankfully, Cap'n Chaos is not squeamish.
I, however, tried not to pass out while he plucked out the offender...
The closest thing to a glass slipper that this ole gal will ever see.
Gack.
May 25, 2011
May 24, 2011
Marital Bliss
Cap'n Chaos has been trying to take my side of the bed.
He finally got it.
I flipped the mattress.
Snort.
May 21, 2011
May 18, 2011
Sometimes Less is More.
After 16 years, AT&T finally made us disgruntled enough to leave.
We've gone wireless.
With a different company.
I think I'm still in shock.
Wireless means limitations that I am not used to...
450 minutes a month on the telephone...
Unless the call is after 9pm during the week or after 12am weekends.
I don't talk to anyone but Ann and my Mom, so it's all good.
250 text messages a month.
I sent my first text ever the other day.
Scared one of my friends.
I thought it was like instant messaging where your name shows up.
She thought I was a creeper. BWAHAHA.
3 gigs a month of computer time.
So long Big Fish...
My guiltiest pleasure...
And, thanks to a new-fangled rabbit ear from Wal*Monster, we have 13 digital (including local) channels on television without having an outrageous monthly bill. It's been years since that's happened.
A lot of good has come from this...
Sweetums and I have become avid readers, and our family is interacting with one another better as a whole.
I still miss Silent Library though. ;o)
May 14, 2011
SIGH
Ann once dated a boy that had a brother-in-law known as Art the Fart.
I don't remember quite how I had him pictured, but I do remember that the reality of him came as quite a surprise.
The Fart was actually not a bad looking fellow...
It's just that his hair grew up instead of down.
I thought of The Fart the other day as I was trying to get ready to take Sweetums for an appointment in town with an oral surgeon.
Her wisdom teeth are trying to come in, and the upper ones (at least) will have to come out. Happy. Happy. Joy. Joy.
I don't know if it's because I was harried, or if there was something different in the water, but my Moe had gone decidedly Farty.
I looked like a clown.
I suppose it was fitting...
The time we spent in the waiting room was like being in a circus.
Our appointment was for 10:15.
The longer we were there, the wilder Sweetums got.
I felt like I was wrestling a monkey.
An anxious, nearly 6 foot tall, howler monkey.
They do have those in the circus don't they?
Or is that the zoo?
A cage would definitely have come in handy.
At least she wasn't flinging poo.
Although given an opportunity...
Seeing other patients come out after surgery made us both feel green.
We made quite a pair.
At 11 :15, I escorted the howler monkey to a bench outside.
I figured the fresh air would do us both good.
I briefly stepped back inside the office and explained to the receptionist that I was taking Sweetums home. And why.
She asked if I wanted to reschedule.
Could she not see the slightly crazed look on my face?
The tic in my eye?
I waited a few days before I rescheduled.
The next appointment will be at 8:15.
A note had been placed in Sweetums's chart to make sure we got the first appointment of the day so as to avoid a repeat performance. Snort.
They have no clue that Sweetums is already obsessing.
And that Farty the Clown is sitting in a corner...
Quietly pulling her hair out.
May 10, 2011
Ahem
Dear Neighbor,
Just because I am up packing Cap'n Chaos's dinner bucket at 6 a.m. doesn't mean that I am awake. Letting your little fur ball of a house dog out to yip under my bedroom window is so not cool. YAWN.
MM
May 5, 2011
It's Not Nice to Fool Mother Mayhem.
If someone lies about the little things, they'll lie about the big things.
RAWR.
May 2, 2011
Snicker
Apparently, Sweetums was contagious.
She is feeling better...
Cap'n Chaos and I are both sniffling and coughing.
He missed work Thursday and most of Friday.
He even went to see the family doctor. :o0
Sweetums went with me to the drug store to pick up his antibiotics.
"Mom, men are worse than babies when they're sick."
Did I ever mention that my kid is very observant?
May 1, 2011
Crybaby
I cried in the Wal*Monster.
Right there between the sour cream and the Entenmenns display.
Not because of ever inflating prices or because they weren't carrying my latest obsession- Cheesy Cheddar BBQd Cheetos.
It was because of a little old lady.
Little old ladies come in several catergories...
There are the spry, super charged ones that are ready to take on any challenge...
There are the grumpy ones that click their tongues in scorn and then try to take you out with their buggy...
There are also the sweet, slightly confused ones that need help locating things...
And then...
There was this one.
She stood out from the crowd.
Why?
She reminded me of my Mamaw.
A little brown wren.
A plaid house dress, granny sandals, a white sweater, a graying bun simply adorned with a few bobby pins and hair combs...
Her appearance took my breath away.
I got all choked up.
I had to speak to her...
It's a wonder that she didn't think that I was a total lunatic.
Instead, she opened her arms wide and enfolded me in an embrace.
She even smelled like my Mamaw...
A mixture of clean soap, rich earth, and warm sunshine.
I was transported back in time.
When the embrace ended, the little old lady ask God to bless me.
And I knew that she really meant it. :o)
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