Pouting.
As my friends on Facebook said when I posted this…at least he’s outside and at least he’s pouting quietly. 🙂
Wonder how I know? 😐
Yes, this was the first thing he actually stuck up his nose and couldn’t get out. I had to get the tweezers and threaten to take all his Legos away if he did it again.
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One of the moms in my group had a GREAT explanation for the “difference” (not really) between black and white skin.
Evie asked me a question after MLK day. Many would find it difficult to explain… but this is what I said. I held a white towel against my arm and asked if they matched. She laughed and said, “no”. I held a black towel and asked her if anyone she knew resembled the towel. Again, she laughed and said, “no”. I explained that we are all just different shades of brown. Flesh, blood and bone. Full of emotion, love and tenderness. We are all the same, just a different shade!
I thought that was simply awesome—and a perfect way to handle what could be a potentially uncomfortable or awkward question. The next day, this photo was making the rounds on Facebook and I thought it was apropos to her explanation.
Why it’s Owen, of course. As determined by Wolfram Alpha analyzing my 3,930 Facebook status updates.
My birthday started out wonderful…I got to sleep in until 9:30 (thanks to Katie getting me up at 5 to eat and “wish me happy birthday!”), Owen said “Happy Birthday Mama!” all on his own (I wonder how much instruction that took!), Tom made waffles for breakfast, and I had a Facebook wall full of birthday wishes from friends and family waiting for me!
After a nice lazy day of hanging around the house with the fam (and publishing my updated blog!), my day was topped off with a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday from my niece and nephew (Gabrielle and Robert), reading my entire wall of Facebook birthday wishes, and CLEAN SHEET NIGHT! I’m a lucky girl! 🙂
Outside on the porch today, I happened to look up and see this. EWWWW. What the >:XX is it? I’m not sure I want to know, but it gives me the heebie jeebies. And it’s staying there until Tom comes home and takes care of it.
And leave it to my Facebook friends to make me laugh…
Paul O => Aliens
Lesleigh T => Ewwww
Tony K => Gorbachev’s eyebrows?????
Richard J => Don’t worry, they’ll eventually hatch…
Sara D => That right there is a fine pair of Muppet larvae.
Sara D => Or Chenille Pods.
It started innocently enough, doing dishes. Well, I wasn’t even really washing dishes per se—like the knife wasn’t hiding in soapy water (my mom taught me that knives never go in the water—they sit to the side). I was just washing the one knife, with a scrubby, under water. It wasn’t even dirty, it was just new and needed a cursory 5-second wash. But I wasn’t paying too much attention and I was trying to do it really quickly—and suddenly I felt a ZING! and saw blood spurt into the sink. Egads.
And there was sooooooo much blood (it’s a good thing blood doesn’t really bother me). It hurt but not like I thought it would. I was actually more ticked because I couldn’t see the extent of the injury due to all the blood. When I finally got to look at it, I saw that I sliced my fingernail at the base along with about a 1/2″ gash in my finger.
Then…the Twitter and Facebook posts commenced. 🙂
2:16pm I just cut my finger with a new knife. More blood than I’d prefer. #thingsthatmakemeswear
2:30pm See? Not TOO bad. Right?
2:45pm It’s bandaged now (with a spray of pain reliever and a big band-aid).
I was pretty sure I didn’t need stitches, but after seeing the picture, friends told me it might warrant a few stitches, but…
When Tom came home I unwrapped it to show him and it started bleeding again, and he told me I should go to the ER. Ugh.
6:34pm At ER waiting for stitches—Tom convinced me to go. At least they’re fast (waiting for a PA).
7:11pm Up next: tetanus shot, since I can’t remember when I last had one.
7:20pm Well I thought this was going to be a super quick visit—I was triaged and waiting for the PA within 10 minutes. Then it was 30 minutes before they took me to the minor care center. I’ve been here 25 and have seen the PA but am waiting for my tetanus and then the stitches. Hopefully the rest goes more quickly as I didn’t eat dinner.
7:33pm I wish I knew why it took 30+ minutes to get a tetanus. At this rate I’ll be home at midnight. 🙁 Otherwise, I like this place.
7:44pm Harnessing the power of posting… How long does it take to get stitches? (I posted re: the tetanus and had it 5 min later.) #knockonwood
8:14pm I’m all numbed up. The PA was awesome. She said lacerations are her favorite thing and she loves doing stitches. Lucky me! It was neat watching her efficiency…and thinking that numbing agents are awesome, because I should really be able to feel that needle sewing me up! (I had warned her that I might need more than the normal amount of anesthetic—recounting my birth story—but I ended up only needing the usual amount.)
8:20pm Five stitches (which brings my current lifetime total to 10).
8:35pm I guess 2 hours round trip wasn’t bad (from my house back to my house), but it felt soooo much longer. The PA said that tonight was really busy, but you’d never know from how un-busy it looked.
The funny thing is, I’m all about doctors and medicine and having someone be able to fix something, but I really didn’t feel my injury necessitated a trip to the ER. I told the PA I didn’t want to take up valuable time and resources for what was essentially a CUT. She said an ER visit was definitely warranted. Especially if it cuts into the nail (had I cut more of it, she would have had to take the whole nail off!). Well, now I know.
I can’t believe all the normal day-to-stay stuff that is hindered by having this finger out of commission. Like using any silverware, unscrewing jars, putting in contacts (I use that specific finger), writing, picking up Owen, typing, etc.
I’m just glad it wasn’t worse.
Through a bizarre set of circumstances, I ended up flying to Nashville to attend a Garth Brooks charity concert.
And wow. Just…wow.
He was AMAZING. A. MA. ZING. He did a 2-hour show which included (I think) three or four encores.
It was an awesome experience. Especially since I haven’t gone to many concerts in my time… But to hear ~16,000 people singing every word to every song just blew me away. And his energy? Holy crap. I was exhausted just standing, singing, screaming, and applauding for two hours…he had to be dead. But he just kept going and going and going. As I said in my Facebook post, he was “balls to the wall for two straight hours.”
It was just pure awesome, and I am very thankful to how everything worked out in a matter of hours…and how things all came together in the end!
Everything was apparently meant to be. And I am a very, VERY happy woman!
And just out of curiosity, here are the Top Words from two of my friends:
This will always make me laugh. Any non-Grayling peeps want to guess what it is?
It seems like I’m always writing about Owen these days, but really, not much else is going on for me to write about here. I mean, just take a look at my recent Facebook updates…most of them have to do with the boy!
Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title. It’s a lot harder than you think!
Pick your artist:
Garth Brooks
Are you a male or female:
Hard Luck Woman
Describe yourself:
Much Too Young (To Feel This Damn Old)
How do you feel?
I’ve Got A Good Thing Going
Describe where you currently live:
On a Prayer
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
The Night Will Only Know
Your favorite form of transportation:
Sleigh Ride
You and your best friends are:
Friends in Low Places
What’s the weather like?
The Thunder Rolls
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?
Unanswered Prayers
What is life to you?
The Wise Men`s Journey
Your relationship:
Two of a Kind, Working on a Full House
Your fear:
Ain’t Goin’ Down (’til The Sun Comes up)
Burning Bridges
Snow in July
What is the best advice you have to give?
Two Pina Coladas
Love Will Always Win
Thought for the day:
Santa Looked a Lot Like Daddy
How I would like to die:
Kickin’ And Screamin’
My soul’s present condition:
Do What You Gotta Do
My motto:
If Tomorrow Never Comes
You can find just about anyone on there.
Guess who I ran across? My ex, Tom.
So then the question was…Do I contact him or not? Well, I did. I mean, over the years I have wondered what happened to him, so why not find out? I mean, it has been almost 15 years. (Sidenote: OMG! FIFTEEN YEARS!)
So we exchanged a few emails.
He is still in the navy, and is happily married with two kids and currently living in California.
You gotta love the internet.
I got tagged on Facebook to create a list of 25 Random things, facts, habits, or goals about myself. It’s great fun to read other people’s lists, and while you are reading their lists, you can think of a hundred things about yourself…until you try to write your own list. Anyway, I thought it was kinda fun, so decided to cross-post it here. Enjoy!