Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Signs of summer ...
Today was full of "Give me that back", "I'm telling Mom", "I had it first", "He took my spot", "She is staring at me", "Can we go to the park", "It is to HOT", "Is the pool open", *tears falling*, *pouty faces* and 3 VERY messy rooms, a crazy amount of dirty dishes, snack cabinet raided and I was tripping over flip flops everytime I turned around. Gotta love the signs of summer ...
Friday, May 21, 2010
Lesson learned ...
Rule #6239: When breaking the news to your husband that you just backed into the garage door and did some damage ...
1st make him promise he won't get mad at you with what you are about to tell him.
2nd tell him over the phone during his lunch break.
Trust me! I speak from experience. FYI this works when you lock your keys in the car as well.
1st make him promise he won't get mad at you with what you are about to tell him.
2nd tell him over the phone during his lunch break.
Trust me! I speak from experience. FYI this works when you lock your keys in the car as well.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Rain Rain Go Away ...
I am pretty sure when our pets start to walk in the door two by two ... we have had enough rain.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Funny vs. Not Funny
This morning as we were in our normal "rush mode" to get out the door for school ... Eythen tripped going up the steps and fell. Harleigh started to laugh at him. Eythen looked at her and said, "It is not funny that I fell down." Harleigh put her hands on her hips and said, "Yeah Eythen, it kind of is."
FYI ...
Note to self: The next time you trip down the steps and hurt your knee ... go to the doctor immediately. Waiting 2 weeks and having them tell you that there are multiple things wrong with your knee ... and that you really should be on crutches ... sucks! Better yet ... never clean the banister rails again and things like this won't happen.
Coach Moore ...
Clint was having a BBQ for his soccer team/parents after the final soccer game of the season. But ... he was at a BBQ smoking competition while I was getting the food cooked, cookies baked, pop in coolers, trying to remember all of the BBQ "must have utensils" & making goodbags for the kids as a thankyou to them. Hmmm??? There seems to be a small problem in this scenario.
A Mother's love ...
You don't really understand a mother's love unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his mom every time around - and why his mom will always wave back.
Bad weather ...
Tornado watches/warnings and me to not mix. Neither does the lighting bolt that nearly hit my backyard ... or the thunder that is so loud it shakes the house ... or the way my heart skips a beat when the alarm goes off on the weather radio. Don't even get me started on that darn tornado siren ... we are mortal enemies!!!
Definition of compromise ...
Compromise: An understood arrangement between husband and wife ... where they both agree to let her have her own way.
Rain rain go away ...
This morning, we were up early & ready to play some Tball ... until it started to rain ... again ... & game #3 was canceled ... again.
When I broke the news to Eythen, he said "Are you SURE you know when I am suspose to play TBall? Or are you making me miss my games? I can play in the rain. Really I can! I don't ... think I am ever gonna get to play. I quit."
Poor kiddo.
Fingers crossed for Tuesday.
When I broke the news to Eythen, he said "Are you SURE you know when I am suspose to play TBall? Or are you making me miss my games? I can play in the rain. Really I can! I don't ... think I am ever gonna get to play. I quit."
Poor kiddo.
Fingers crossed for Tuesday.
School lunches ...
Two things I have learned this year after having lunch with my girls, at their school.
1. Take a sack lunch the next time I join one of my kids for lunch. School lunches seemed to look and taste so much better when I was a kid.
2. Whatever happens in your house ... is fair game for a child to share with anyone sitti...ng in ear shot of them. Oh the things I was told sitting at the 1st graders table ... lordy be.
1. Take a sack lunch the next time I join one of my kids for lunch. School lunches seemed to look and taste so much better when I was a kid.
2. Whatever happens in your house ... is fair game for a child to share with anyone sitti...ng in ear shot of them. Oh the things I was told sitting at the 1st graders table ... lordy be.
For cryin out loud ...
Seriously?!?! For cryin out loud! UGH! You have GOT to be kidding me?!?! After dropping off treats, at the school, for Breeanna's summer birthday, Eythen and I got back to the car ... AND ... I locked my keys in the car. Great! Just Great! *stomping foot* Did I mention that Clint lost his set to my SUV 3 years ago? *beep* (insert bad word here) *beep* (insert bad word here) *beep* (insert bad word here)
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Bathroom = Water Playground ...
Eythen was "suspose" to be brushing his teeth this morning ... so I went into his room to wait on him. He was taking a bit longer than normal ... so I started to make his bed. Then I noticed the tinker toys dumped out in the corner of the room ... so I put them back in the tub. Wait ... there are DVD's all over his TV stand ... better put those back in the cases. A pair of his PJ's were on the floor ... so I folded them up and put them back in the drawer. OHHH ... that drawer is a mess ... so I began to go through the drawer and reorganize it.
Before I knew it ... I had Eythen's room spotless ... and there was STILL no Eythen.
Wait!
SHHHH!!!
What is that noise?
Water faucet turning on ... water faucet turning off ...
Water faucet turning on ... water faucet turning off ...
Water faucet turning on ... water faucet turning off ...
This is what I found when I went to the bathroom to see what he was doing. And FYI ... he STILL had not brushed his teeth by this point in time.
Water faucet turning on ... water faucet turning off ...
Water faucet turning on ... water faucet turning off ...
Water faucet turning on ... water faucet turning off ...
He did not have a CLUE I was even standing by the door.
He was in DEEP thought!!!
BUSTED!!!
Gotta love little boys and their onery ideas!!!
Moments that melt my heart ...
Moments like this ... make me appreciate the small things in life.
Moments like this ... make me smile.
Moments like this ... melt my heart.
A million and one ways to use a coffee table ...
Clint bought me a new coffe table/ottoman awhile back ... and the kids have found a million and one ways to use the darn thing. Why spend money on toys ... when you can buy something useful for yourself ... that also doubles as entertainment for the kids!!!
Harleigh and Eythen are in deep conversation ...
debating on what they should "play" next with the coffee table/ottoman.
MOM!!!! Watch us!!!!
We are Jack-In-The-Boxes!!!
After school one day ... I found little Miss Harleigh and her dog like this ...
The answer is no ...
The other night Clint was outside with the kids while I was on the phone chatting with my bestfriend, Hilary. I knew our adorable neighbor, Kendra, was outside paying with them ... but I had not idea what they were up to. Last time I glanced out the door ... they were trying to "race" Kendra on their mo-peds and 4-wheelers.
After a nice-long-adult conversation-that I did not have to lock myself in the bathroom just to hear the other end of the conversation-with NO interuptions from little people (Thanks Clint!!! I owe you one "kid free" phone call!!!) ... I went outside to see what the family was up to.
There was my first mistake! I should have just assumed that they were in good hands and having fun ... and went to fold laundry or something.
As I came walking outside, Kendra's Step-Dad, said to me, "Looks like Harleigh found a new friend."
I thought he was talking about Kendra ... because Harleigh WAS walking next to Kendra down the sidewalk. BUT ... that was NOT what he was talking about.
I replied with, "That is ok! Kendra can borrow her anytime she would like!"
He said, "That is not what I am talking about." While pointing in the direction of Harleigh.
What is the world does Harleigh have???
What the???
Is that a???
No! It can't be!?!?!?!
No FREAKING WAY!!!
A SNAKE!!!
DON'T PANIC!!!
Some call the wild life people!?!?!
The zoo!?!?!?
911!!!
Stop Drop Roll!!!
Stranger Danger!!!
Click it or ticket!!!
I can't even think straight! What the heck ... Harleigh had a F*CKING SNAKE in her hands! She suddenly turned around and noticed I was outside ... and began to walk towards me ... smiling from ear to ear.
Oh no she's not!!!
Uhhh .... NOOOO!!!
No way in H-E-Double hockey sticks!!!
I am OUT of here!!! I turned around and made a bee line for the door. I was NOT gonna be around that thing.
NO WAY!!!
NO HOW!!!
And what in the WORLD is my little Harleigh Bug ... doing holding a snake??? That child loves ANY animal that you put in front of her. The proof is in the pudding (I really have no idea what that means when people say it???)
HOLD UP!!!
Camera moment!!!
There was no way I was gonna snap the photos. I slightly cracked open the screen door and handed my camera to Breeanna. These are the photos that Clint took of the fan-flippin-tastic snake. *shiver up the spine* *hee-bee-gee-bee's*
Harleigh, Kendra, and the slimey thing that made me about pee my pants.
Guess what Harleigh wants for her birthday?!?!?!
Uhh ... Yeah ... that answer is a big fat NEGATIVE!!!
*giggle* ...
This morning as we were in our normal "rush mode" to get out the door for school ... Eythen tripped going up the steps and fell. Harleigh started to laugh at him. Eythen looked at her and said, "It is not funny that I fell down." Harleigh put her hands on her hips and said, "Yeah Eythen, it kind of is."
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
The search is on ...
Eythen and I went into a bookstore this morning to look around. He absolutely LOVES the "Search & Find" books that are sold. Unfortunately ... we already owned the ones that were available in this certain store or he had already memorized where every single object was in the book from checking it out at the library.
Then I remembered ... "Where's Waldo" books! They would be PERFECT for Eythen! The little stinker (that has the cutest smile in the world) would have finally met his match in the "searching department" ... when it came to finding that small guy in the red stripped shirt. So ... I decided to look for some of the "Where's Waldo" books.
Unfortunately ... I couldn't find a single book ... anywhere.
Not a one!!!
Well played Waldo, well played.
Then I remembered ... "Where's Waldo" books! They would be PERFECT for Eythen! The little stinker (that has the cutest smile in the world) would have finally met his match in the "searching department" ... when it came to finding that small guy in the red stripped shirt. So ... I decided to look for some of the "Where's Waldo" books.
Unfortunately ... I couldn't find a single book ... anywhere.
Not a one!!!
Well played Waldo, well played.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Random thought ...
Have you ever had a fly or small bug land on your computer screen and your first reaction is to try and scare it with the cursor?
Well ... in case you are wondering ... this was my first thought.
And the bug did not even react.
Not even slightly.
Well ... in case you are wondering ... this was my first thought.
And the bug did not even react.
Not even slightly.
Is supper done yet???
How many times does it take to cook supper before it is edible?
Well ... if your name begins with a Jill and ends with a Moore ... the jury is still out on this one.
Last night ... I ruined dinner! There is no If, And's or But's about it.
Capital R - Capital U - Capital I - Capital N - 'ed!!!
RUINED!!!
Ok ... It is OFFICIAL!!! This just proves that I am NOT Betty Crocker ... maybe I am more like Betty Crocker's second cousin on her Dad's side that was adopted ... "Betsy Crocker" (sounds like a logical name. we will stick with "Betsy Crocker"). She always rode the short bus to cooking school. You know ... she was not the sharpest crayon in the box. Well ... "Betsy Crocker" ... can you save me a seat on the bus tomorrow morning?
I was in the middle of making a recipe on the back of a Velveta Shells and Cheese box (I know ... shouldn't be that hard right??? think again!!!) when I realized I forgot to pick up milk and sour cream ... which the recipe called for.
I also forgot bread, cheese and cereal while I was at the grocery store TWENTY MINUTES PRIOR. But ... I DID walk out with 3 extra large blow pops ... which were not on the list.
So ... I called my faithful husband and asked him to grab it on his way.
Unfortunately ... an hour later ... Clint came pulling into the driveway ... with my milk and sour cream that I needed for the recipe. It kind of slipped my mind when I called him ... that he works an hour away from home now.
Opps!
Note to self: Do not call your husband at 5:30 and ask him to bring something home ... unless it is McDonald's.
Of course ... I know what you are thinking! Why didn't you just run back up to the grocery store? Thanks for the suggestion and all ... but where were you at 5:45 yesterday when my "master piece" was begining to shrivel up and die? I could have used the input then ... because the thought never freaking crossed my mind ... until I was calling Clint at 6:50 asking him where he was.
Darn hour drive from work in the evening!
*stomping foot*
GREAT! The rest of my ingredients are here. Onward with dinner! Just a guess ... but I am thinking that if I just add the milk and sour cream to the "mixture" ... that has been sitting there ... for an hour. It should be just fine!What could go wrong? What the heck! Let's fo for it.
SHIT! Dinner is ruined!
Breeanna ... go tell your Dad that dinner is ruined.
Breeanna goes flying up the stairs hollaring, Daddy! Mommy just ruined dinner.
Breeanna comes flying down the stairs and said, "Dad said the same thing you did."
Which would be what Breeanna?
You told me not to say bad words, Mommy.
Oh yeah! Daddy must have said SHIT! Dinner is ruined!
Yep! That is exactly what he said.
My "pot-of-goodness" was just sitting on the stove staring back at me. It somehow turned out to be this large pot of floating hamburger with macoroni shells bobbing up and down ... in a large puddle of milk that was a slight shade of orange.
Clint looked at it and said, "What were you trying to make? Soup?"
I could not help but laugh over that one. Soup!?!?!?! It was suspose to be more like a "caserol" ... at least that is what the picture on the back of the box looked like. But what was staring back at Clint and I ... was nothing like what was on the photo on the Velveta Shells and Cheese box.
"Very runny beef stroganoff?"
*sigh* The guesses just keep getting better and better dear husband of mine.
I decided to "hide" the photo of what was on the box from Clint. The photo would have just caused mass confusion anyways for Clint. He would just have said ... you went from this (pointing at the photo on the box) to that (pointing to my soupy bowl of disaster on the stove) ... so we will just save that area of embarrassment ... and elimate the viewing of the photo.
Sounds good to me!!!
Now what? Crap! It is already 7:19 and my kids have not had anything to eat yet. Not unless you count the numerous bags of fruit chews and the extra large blow pops that the 3 munchins suckered me into buying as we went into the grocery store (and then I forgot to get 75% of the stuff on my list).
SPAGHETTI!!! YES!!! One of the few things that I can make!!!
This time ... Clint did not leave the kitchen. I think he was secretly "monitoring" the spaghetti making that was happening at record speed. Better be safe than sorry ... and then really really really hungry.
So ... Clint and the kids got to eat ... minutes before it was bedtime.
And they lived Happily Ever After ...
Well ... if your name begins with a Jill and ends with a Moore ... the jury is still out on this one.
Last night ... I ruined dinner! There is no If, And's or But's about it.
Capital R - Capital U - Capital I - Capital N - 'ed!!!
RUINED!!!
Ok ... It is OFFICIAL!!! This just proves that I am NOT Betty Crocker ... maybe I am more like Betty Crocker's second cousin on her Dad's side that was adopted ... "Betsy Crocker" (sounds like a logical name. we will stick with "Betsy Crocker"). She always rode the short bus to cooking school. You know ... she was not the sharpest crayon in the box. Well ... "Betsy Crocker" ... can you save me a seat on the bus tomorrow morning?
I was in the middle of making a recipe on the back of a Velveta Shells and Cheese box (I know ... shouldn't be that hard right??? think again!!!) when I realized I forgot to pick up milk and sour cream ... which the recipe called for.
I also forgot bread, cheese and cereal while I was at the grocery store TWENTY MINUTES PRIOR. But ... I DID walk out with 3 extra large blow pops ... which were not on the list.
So ... I called my faithful husband and asked him to grab it on his way.
Unfortunately ... an hour later ... Clint came pulling into the driveway ... with my milk and sour cream that I needed for the recipe. It kind of slipped my mind when I called him ... that he works an hour away from home now.
Opps!
Note to self: Do not call your husband at 5:30 and ask him to bring something home ... unless it is McDonald's.
Of course ... I know what you are thinking! Why didn't you just run back up to the grocery store? Thanks for the suggestion and all ... but where were you at 5:45 yesterday when my "master piece" was begining to shrivel up and die? I could have used the input then ... because the thought never freaking crossed my mind ... until I was calling Clint at 6:50 asking him where he was.
Darn hour drive from work in the evening!
*stomping foot*
GREAT! The rest of my ingredients are here. Onward with dinner! Just a guess ... but I am thinking that if I just add the milk and sour cream to the "mixture" ... that has been sitting there ... for an hour. It should be just fine!What could go wrong? What the heck! Let's fo for it.
SHIT! Dinner is ruined!
Breeanna ... go tell your Dad that dinner is ruined.
Breeanna goes flying up the stairs hollaring, Daddy! Mommy just ruined dinner.
Breeanna comes flying down the stairs and said, "Dad said the same thing you did."
Which would be what Breeanna?
You told me not to say bad words, Mommy.
Oh yeah! Daddy must have said SHIT! Dinner is ruined!
Yep! That is exactly what he said.
My "pot-of-goodness" was just sitting on the stove staring back at me. It somehow turned out to be this large pot of floating hamburger with macoroni shells bobbing up and down ... in a large puddle of milk that was a slight shade of orange.
Clint looked at it and said, "What were you trying to make? Soup?"
I could not help but laugh over that one. Soup!?!?!?! It was suspose to be more like a "caserol" ... at least that is what the picture on the back of the box looked like. But what was staring back at Clint and I ... was nothing like what was on the photo on the Velveta Shells and Cheese box.
"Very runny beef stroganoff?"
*sigh* The guesses just keep getting better and better dear husband of mine.
I decided to "hide" the photo of what was on the box from Clint. The photo would have just caused mass confusion anyways for Clint. He would just have said ... you went from this (pointing at the photo on the box) to that (pointing to my soupy bowl of disaster on the stove) ... so we will just save that area of embarrassment ... and elimate the viewing of the photo.
Sounds good to me!!!
Now what? Crap! It is already 7:19 and my kids have not had anything to eat yet. Not unless you count the numerous bags of fruit chews and the extra large blow pops that the 3 munchins suckered me into buying as we went into the grocery store (and then I forgot to get 75% of the stuff on my list).
SPAGHETTI!!! YES!!! One of the few things that I can make!!!
This time ... Clint did not leave the kitchen. I think he was secretly "monitoring" the spaghetti making that was happening at record speed. Better be safe than sorry ... and then really really really hungry.
So ... Clint and the kids got to eat ... minutes before it was bedtime.
And they lived Happily Ever After ...
Monday, May 3, 2010
Deep Thoughts ...
My Mom always told me that if I did not have something nice to say ... don't say anything at all.
I think that a new and updated version for the twentith century ... should be ... to use sarcasm!!! It personally ... helps prevent me from telling people what I really think of them at times.
I think that a new and updated version for the twentith century ... should be ... to use sarcasm!!! It personally ... helps prevent me from telling people what I really think of them at times.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
I really could not even make this sh*t up!!!
First off ... I want to start this blog off by saying ... ALL of this blog is based on TRUE facts! Names have NOT been changed to protect the idenity of ANYONE involved throughout this whole ordeal. It is ALL (unfortunately)TRUE!!!
Back on October ... when we were in the process of packing up our house and moving into a rental (Yes ... this was the SECOND attempt at selling the house! Oh and FYI ... good thing these people did not back out ... I might have burnt down the "buyers" rental house in protest if it would have happened again) ... I was in the middle of picking up a box ... and pulled the main muscle that runs down the front of my arm and down to my middle and fourth finger.
Please excuse me for not remembering the actual name of the muscle ... we will just call it ... the muscle that I ROYALLY hurt.
Anyways ... I pulled the darn muscle (that I ROYALLY hurt) so badly that I could not even pull the cellphone charger out of the wall. Anything that involved moving that muscle (that I ROYALLY hurt) would bring tears to my eyes. Vacumming, dishes, laundry, combing the girls hair, typing on the computer ... I could go ... but then I would just bore you.
Flash forward to January:
My arm was basically fine by then. Until ... we move AGAIN! (This was the FOURTH time in NINE months.) I went to lift ANOTHER box ... and OWIE!!! I felt that darn muscle (that I ROYALLY hurt in October) shoot a pain right down my arm.
Sh*t!
*sigh*
*tears welling up in my eyes*
Here we go again.
Flash forward to April:
My arm was basically fine ... AGAIN. UNTIL ... the dreaded vacuum cleaner vs. the steps encounter. *sigh* Don't even ask! Let's just say ... the stairs won ... and I tried to save the vacuum cleaner (like any good human being would) ... and ... OWIE!!! I hurt my arm ... that has the muscle ... that I ROYALLY hurt ... in January ... when we were moving for the 4th time ... the same arm ... that I ROYALLY hurt ... in October ... when we were moving for the 3rd time.
OWIE!!!
Stupid arm.
Stupid vacuum cleaner.
Stupid stairs (that I will have an encounter with again ... VERY SOON!).
Flash Forward to Friday April 23rd:
I caved in and went to the doctor to see what she would say about it. In between me telling Eythen to turn down the volume on his DS, Eythen asking me if it was time to go yet, Eythen telling me that he was SOOOO thirsty and Eythen reminding me every 4 seconds that I promised him a candy bar if he was good ... ... I heard the doctor say words like ... extremely inflammed, possible tore muscle, pain medicine, extremely swollen, should have gotten it checked out the FIRST time it happened. I then heard the words ... wear a sling for 2 weeks so it stays still.
WHAT THE FRICKITY FRACK are you talking about woman?!?!?!?!
Doesn't she realize that I am a Mom of 3 kids, a husband, house, one dog and one cat to take care of??? How am I suspose to wear a sling for TWO WEEKS???? Come on!!! Isn't there something else we work out here, Doc??? Require me to take a nap for at least an hour every day for the next two weeks??? How about I have take a hot bath in silence for at least two weeks ... no if ands or buts about it??? I know ... how about if I am in the bathroom, and the door is closed, the kids can not come busting in or scream through the door, "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! I NEED A DRINK OF MILLLLLLLLLLLKKKKKKKKKKKKK", for at least two weeks??? Everyone must pick up their own socks and shoes without me asking for two weeks??? Come on!!! Help a lady out!!!
Can you imagine the headline on CNN? House in complete shambles, husband left with no clean clothes and 3 children appearing to look like orphans after Mom is told to leave her arm in a sling for two full weeks. Then CNN would do a video clip of the inside of my house. Dishes would be piled to the ceiling in the sink, beds would have the apprearance of not be being made in 2 weeks, dirty laundry would be layed everywhere, Eythen would have a ring of Oreo dust outlining his mouth (because that would be his sole source of nutrition for two weeks), Harleigh would LITERALLY be bouncing off the walls from all the sugar (from candy bars that she indigested morning-noon-night over the course of this whole ordeal), Breeanna would have every single piece of her art box out - and there would be glitter and puff paint and stickers and glue and pieces of cut up paper all over every nook and cranny of the house ... and then there would be poor Clint ... my bestfriend-solemate-one who makes me smile-laughes at all my jokes-loves me for me-no matter what- even if my arm is in a sling ... he would be standing in the corner with this dazed and confused look on his face ... kind of like ... he did not know what hit him over the course of the past two weeks.
*sigh*
All of this because I am a complete clutz. Geeze!!!
My second thought was ... thank goodness I am no longer working the Commercial Drive Thru window at Bank of America. I would have MAJORLY slowed down the wait time ... which meant I would have had alot of customers pissed off at me, customer service would have went down, I would have gotten wrote me up for working so slow, head quarters would have realized that the FlintHills Branch was not getting as many transactions as they use to ... and eventually ... they would have let go of everyone in the FlintHills Branch and closed the whole branch all together. ALL because I had to wear my arm in a sling for TWO FULL WEEKS!
Whew!
See what all can go wrong when just little 'ol me gets hurt! Lordy Be!
You do not even wanna know what could happen if I get a broken arm ... or worse yet ... broken leg!!!
So maybe that would not be exactly the way it would happen. Maybe it would not be CNN ... but FOR SURE Fox 4 News would scoop that story up in a heartbeat!
So ... like a good patient ... I nodded my head ... and told the doctor that I would follow her instructions.
Ummm ... yeah .... uhhh ... once Eythen and I got home ... the sling never went on my arm. I kept it still for two full hours. Come on! That is a long time! Cut me some slack here! Eythen asked if I wanted to play Mario Kart. Who am I to say no to my son? I HAVE to use two hands to steer. And TRUST ME ... Eythen already kicks my ass anyways ... so I HAD to use two hands. One arm not being used ... would have REALLY allowed my 5 year old son to drive circles around me in Mario Kart world!!!
Flash Forward to the following Saturday morning:
Me vs. the stairs! Yes again! Yet again ... the stairs won.
I was dusting the banister (SEE!!! I can NOT keep my arm still for TWO WEEKS!!! NOT when there are banister rails to be clean!!!) ... and my foot slipped ... and down I went.
OWIE!!!
*tears falling*
CLINT!!!!!
(no answer)
CLINT!!!
(no answer still)
*sobbing*
CLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTT!!!
for crying out loud!
BREEANNA!!!
really??? I was in labor with you for 26 hours!
HARLEIGH!!!
*stomping foot*
CRAP wrong foot!!! OWIE!!! That hurt my knee all over again!!!
EYTHEN!!!
i know he can hear me! he is just "acting" like he can't.
ANYONE!!!
you all remember this when lunch time rolls around in an hour!!!
*still sobbing*
REALLY?!?!?! You have GOT to be kidding me!?!?!? SERIOUSLY!?!?!?! NO ONE can hear me!?!?!?!
*tears falling*
OWIE!!!
FINALLY!!! Breeanna comes to my rescue!!! She came running inside and saw me sitting on the steps. Of course she gave me a curious look and said, "What are you doing on the steps?" All I could do was point to the door and say, "Get your Dad."
As Clint came walking in ... I was trying to stand up. I told him I fell down the stairs and hurt my knee. Next thing I know ... he is laughing at me. WHAT?!?!? I have been inside crying for like ... ohh ... I don't know ... 45 minutes ... ok ... maybe 30 .... *sigh* ... alright ... 20 minutes ... oh whatever ... I was crying by myself for awhile ... and Clint is laughing at me.
*sigh* Men!
So ... here I am ... with a hurt knee ... and a hurt arm.
REALLY?!?!?!
SERIOSULY!?!?!?
Damn the luck!!!
I could not even make this story up IF I TRIED!!! Who in the WORLD hurts themselves at two DIFFERENT times ... that causes two DIFFERENT injuries???
So ... here I am ... with an arm that is suspose to be in a sling (no Mom ... I still do not have it in a sling) and I can not even walk on my leg because of my darn knee. People are gonna start to wonder if Clint is beating me up behind closed doors. Then again ... he did laugh at me.
*sigh* Men!
Oh yeah ... I have NO IDEA what the name of the ligament that runs down my knee is called. We are just gonna refer to it as the GOSH DARN LIGAMENT THAT IS MAKING MY KNEE HURT SO BLEEPING BAD!!!!
Back on October ... when we were in the process of packing up our house and moving into a rental (Yes ... this was the SECOND attempt at selling the house! Oh and FYI ... good thing these people did not back out ... I might have burnt down the "buyers" rental house in protest if it would have happened again) ... I was in the middle of picking up a box ... and pulled the main muscle that runs down the front of my arm and down to my middle and fourth finger.
Please excuse me for not remembering the actual name of the muscle ... we will just call it ... the muscle that I ROYALLY hurt.
Anyways ... I pulled the darn muscle (that I ROYALLY hurt) so badly that I could not even pull the cellphone charger out of the wall. Anything that involved moving that muscle (that I ROYALLY hurt) would bring tears to my eyes. Vacumming, dishes, laundry, combing the girls hair, typing on the computer ... I could go ... but then I would just bore you.
Flash forward to January:
My arm was basically fine by then. Until ... we move AGAIN! (This was the FOURTH time in NINE months.) I went to lift ANOTHER box ... and OWIE!!! I felt that darn muscle (that I ROYALLY hurt in October) shoot a pain right down my arm.
Sh*t!
*sigh*
*tears welling up in my eyes*
Here we go again.
Flash forward to April:
My arm was basically fine ... AGAIN. UNTIL ... the dreaded vacuum cleaner vs. the steps encounter. *sigh* Don't even ask! Let's just say ... the stairs won ... and I tried to save the vacuum cleaner (like any good human being would) ... and ... OWIE!!! I hurt my arm ... that has the muscle ... that I ROYALLY hurt ... in January ... when we were moving for the 4th time ... the same arm ... that I ROYALLY hurt ... in October ... when we were moving for the 3rd time.
OWIE!!!
Stupid arm.
Stupid vacuum cleaner.
Stupid stairs (that I will have an encounter with again ... VERY SOON!).
Flash Forward to Friday April 23rd:
I caved in and went to the doctor to see what she would say about it. In between me telling Eythen to turn down the volume on his DS, Eythen asking me if it was time to go yet, Eythen telling me that he was SOOOO thirsty and Eythen reminding me every 4 seconds that I promised him a candy bar if he was good ... ... I heard the doctor say words like ... extremely inflammed, possible tore muscle, pain medicine, extremely swollen, should have gotten it checked out the FIRST time it happened. I then heard the words ... wear a sling for 2 weeks so it stays still.
WHAT THE FRICKITY FRACK are you talking about woman?!?!?!?!
Doesn't she realize that I am a Mom of 3 kids, a husband, house, one dog and one cat to take care of??? How am I suspose to wear a sling for TWO WEEKS???? Come on!!! Isn't there something else we work out here, Doc??? Require me to take a nap for at least an hour every day for the next two weeks??? How about I have take a hot bath in silence for at least two weeks ... no if ands or buts about it??? I know ... how about if I am in the bathroom, and the door is closed, the kids can not come busting in or scream through the door, "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! I NEED A DRINK OF MILLLLLLLLLLLKKKKKKKKKKKKK", for at least two weeks??? Everyone must pick up their own socks and shoes without me asking for two weeks??? Come on!!! Help a lady out!!!
Can you imagine the headline on CNN? House in complete shambles, husband left with no clean clothes and 3 children appearing to look like orphans after Mom is told to leave her arm in a sling for two full weeks. Then CNN would do a video clip of the inside of my house. Dishes would be piled to the ceiling in the sink, beds would have the apprearance of not be being made in 2 weeks, dirty laundry would be layed everywhere, Eythen would have a ring of Oreo dust outlining his mouth (because that would be his sole source of nutrition for two weeks), Harleigh would LITERALLY be bouncing off the walls from all the sugar (from candy bars that she indigested morning-noon-night over the course of this whole ordeal), Breeanna would have every single piece of her art box out - and there would be glitter and puff paint and stickers and glue and pieces of cut up paper all over every nook and cranny of the house ... and then there would be poor Clint ... my bestfriend-solemate-one who makes me smile-laughes at all my jokes-loves me for me-no matter what- even if my arm is in a sling ... he would be standing in the corner with this dazed and confused look on his face ... kind of like ... he did not know what hit him over the course of the past two weeks.
*sigh*
All of this because I am a complete clutz. Geeze!!!
My second thought was ... thank goodness I am no longer working the Commercial Drive Thru window at Bank of America. I would have MAJORLY slowed down the wait time ... which meant I would have had alot of customers pissed off at me, customer service would have went down, I would have gotten wrote me up for working so slow, head quarters would have realized that the FlintHills Branch was not getting as many transactions as they use to ... and eventually ... they would have let go of everyone in the FlintHills Branch and closed the whole branch all together. ALL because I had to wear my arm in a sling for TWO FULL WEEKS!
Whew!
See what all can go wrong when just little 'ol me gets hurt! Lordy Be!
You do not even wanna know what could happen if I get a broken arm ... or worse yet ... broken leg!!!
So maybe that would not be exactly the way it would happen. Maybe it would not be CNN ... but FOR SURE Fox 4 News would scoop that story up in a heartbeat!
So ... like a good patient ... I nodded my head ... and told the doctor that I would follow her instructions.
Ummm ... yeah .... uhhh ... once Eythen and I got home ... the sling never went on my arm. I kept it still for two full hours. Come on! That is a long time! Cut me some slack here! Eythen asked if I wanted to play Mario Kart. Who am I to say no to my son? I HAVE to use two hands to steer. And TRUST ME ... Eythen already kicks my ass anyways ... so I HAD to use two hands. One arm not being used ... would have REALLY allowed my 5 year old son to drive circles around me in Mario Kart world!!!
Flash Forward to the following Saturday morning:
Me vs. the stairs! Yes again! Yet again ... the stairs won.
I was dusting the banister (SEE!!! I can NOT keep my arm still for TWO WEEKS!!! NOT when there are banister rails to be clean!!!) ... and my foot slipped ... and down I went.
OWIE!!!
*tears falling*
CLINT!!!!!
(no answer)
CLINT!!!
(no answer still)
*sobbing*
CLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTT!!!
for crying out loud!
BREEANNA!!!
really??? I was in labor with you for 26 hours!
HARLEIGH!!!
*stomping foot*
CRAP wrong foot!!! OWIE!!! That hurt my knee all over again!!!
EYTHEN!!!
i know he can hear me! he is just "acting" like he can't.
ANYONE!!!
you all remember this when lunch time rolls around in an hour!!!
*still sobbing*
REALLY?!?!?! You have GOT to be kidding me!?!?!? SERIOUSLY!?!?!?! NO ONE can hear me!?!?!?!
*tears falling*
OWIE!!!
FINALLY!!! Breeanna comes to my rescue!!! She came running inside and saw me sitting on the steps. Of course she gave me a curious look and said, "What are you doing on the steps?" All I could do was point to the door and say, "Get your Dad."
As Clint came walking in ... I was trying to stand up. I told him I fell down the stairs and hurt my knee. Next thing I know ... he is laughing at me. WHAT?!?!? I have been inside crying for like ... ohh ... I don't know ... 45 minutes ... ok ... maybe 30 .... *sigh* ... alright ... 20 minutes ... oh whatever ... I was crying by myself for awhile ... and Clint is laughing at me.
*sigh* Men!
So ... here I am ... with a hurt knee ... and a hurt arm.
REALLY?!?!?!
SERIOSULY!?!?!?
Damn the luck!!!
I could not even make this story up IF I TRIED!!! Who in the WORLD hurts themselves at two DIFFERENT times ... that causes two DIFFERENT injuries???
So ... here I am ... with an arm that is suspose to be in a sling (no Mom ... I still do not have it in a sling) and I can not even walk on my leg because of my darn knee. People are gonna start to wonder if Clint is beating me up behind closed doors. Then again ... he did laugh at me.
*sigh* Men!
Oh yeah ... I have NO IDEA what the name of the ligament that runs down my knee is called. We are just gonna refer to it as the GOSH DARN LIGAMENT THAT IS MAKING MY KNEE HURT SO BLEEPING BAD!!!!
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