Hiya I just wanted to take this little space to remind myself how lucky I am to have as much support and love as I do.
Thanks to my parents for all the numerous meals out and the free babysitting. We would be sooooo sick of doing this money saving stuff if you guys weren't there to help us out and give us the opportunity to go on field trips with the kids, doctor's appointments without the kids, and most importantly giving the kids each alone time with you. You guys ROCK!!!!!!
Thanks to my friends and loyal followers who have to endure my insane rantings and have horrible imagery imprinted on your brains of my various stages of undress. Without your encouragement and eager cries for more this would be so freakin' tedious I don't think I could have stayed with it. You all have been so great and generous with your kind words and gifts I tear up just thinking how lucky I am to have you support me through this emotionally. I also have to say that I really didn't notice how many crazy things happen to me on a weekly basis until I started writing them down, I really am a weird experience magnet!! I get so down on myself when I screw up and spend money and it's nice to hear your side of things and you're all much more gentle on me than I am.
I have been BORED sitting around during my healing process, it gives a person a lot of time to ponder life, love and the pursuit of happiness. I'm happy to say that before my foot surgery at my garage sale I raised $150 for Sharon's Avon walk for the cure and I pocketed $150 myself. The unfortunate news is that I was not able to get one fun thing with my money, I had to get some crutches and pay for my van registration, that sucked up all my money (insert frowny face here). The good news is that I am mobile (sort of) and legal!!!!! I'm hoping to have another sale this weekend, if my foot can handle the movement, and I'll be able to get some fun stuff with that money. Since my foot surgery we've spend too many loads of money on eating out, Greg is not a very cooking sort of guy. We've had some fun cook outs and Kayleigh is a saint among children and has been making breakfast every morning for herself and Mia (toaster waffles), what a sweetie. I never thought I would say this, but I can't wait to get off my butt and clean this disgusting house, it's amazing to see how much work I actually did during the week, I thought I hardly got any housework done since it was always cluttered, but damn if it's not way worse since NOBODY is doing anything now! I praise my own name. I had to take some medication today (overdid it yesterday and hurt my foot) and I'm not really sure what I'm saying, so I'll end your misery. Have a super weekend and take the time to pat yourselves on the back for your achievements. They may not seem big to you, but the world would be worse off without your hard work!
xoxo
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Bina, Warrior Princess & Great Defender
Ohhhh friends, do I have a story for you today!!! You're gonna need some tissue's because you'll be laughing so hard you'll be cryin'.
It all started out with my gums hurting from my multitude of root canals, I think they're getting infected but I'm very resistant to going back on antibiotics and I most certainly do not want to take more vicodin, I feel like it's definitely changing my personality for the worse, I'm way more agitated than usual and I think it's because of the dope. Soooo, last night I went to bed and watched the Millionaire Matchmaker (it's my secret shame) and a couple episodes of the Real Houswives of whichever city they're doing now. Anywho, I was having trouble sleeping due to my gums giving me some trouble and I decided to take a dose (or two) of Tylenol PM. I was sleeping ever so soundly, but due to the incredible gift of "mommy hearing" I was awakened by a distant ' thump, thump, thump'. At first I wasn't sure if it was my dream or not so I lifted my head off the pillow and waited, silently poised to catch the sound if it happened again. Sure enough I heard it again. What to do? Do I wake up Greg who has to be up at 4:30am, or do I summon my inner warrior princess and investigate on my own? I chose the latter. I got out of be every so quietly so as not the arouse the suspision of the person/people who are making this noise. I gently tiptoed across the bedroom floor, like Bugs Bunny sneaking up on Elmer Fud. Tippity, tippity, toe; pause........... tippity, tippity, toe; pause............. all the while thinking "Man, I am so womanly and brave righ now!" I made it to the doorway of our room and I slowly peeked my head around the corner to see if there was anyone at the door (just like Scooby and/or Shaggy did to see if the monster had passed them by). Nobody at the door, but I still heard the 'thump, thump, thump'. I decided to search further and looked around for a weapon. I grabbed the first thing I found on the floor (since I have no sons, therefore no baseball bats) my weapon turned out to be a purple Hannah Montana belt with those little silver pyramid shaped "spikes" on it. Noooo, don't you groan, much to my relief this particular belt has a very weighty, heavily blinged out metal guitar on the end of it! It was the perfect weapon, I could potentially poke the eye out of the intruder, or at the very least give him/her a pretty nasty scratch that might very well get infected later on down the road. Oh yeah, I was ready to roll. I've seen enough Indiana Jones movies to know how to use my belt weapon effectively! Now please don't forget that I literally rolled out of bed for this excursion and apparently the outfit of choice for all the Indiana Jones style warrior princesses is an old Girl Scout Camp shirt and a baggy pair of maternity underwear. Oh, don't forget the blinged out purple guitar belt for protection! I slowly and quietly descended the stairs, then I started snorting and laughing as I realized what I must look like, I was also a little tipsy from the sleeping pills so at that point there was almost no stopping me it was all over then and I almost peed myself. I detoured to the bathroom, not daring to turn the light on because I thought I might die laughing. At this point I no longer heard the thumping and was pretty sure that my intimidating uniform must have scared the intruder away. I realized that the Notorious D.O.G. had not made a sound during this whole ordeal, but she was looking at me like I was crazy, then she put her head down and went back to sleep. Does that mean she's immune to my insanity? OK, so I went back upstairs after checking the windows and doors, nothing unlocked. I got back into bed and I heard the distant 'thump, thump, thump' again. This time I double checked the girls and they were asleep. As I walked through the mine field of Polly Pocket type toys back to my room I heard the noise again. I stood at the foot of the bed waiting for it again when I noticed that Greg was sleeping with his arm up, fingers against the head board and as he slept his fingers moved ever so slightly making a 'thump, thump, thump' noise. I burst out laughing at this discovery and Greg gasped, asked me what I was doing (very iritated like) and said "Go to sleep!". He has no recolection of this incident so he was very amused to be the proof reader of this post and have all his suspicions that I'm a total whack job confirmed.
So this was a story I had to share because I still find it so amusing.
P.S. My mom gave me a $50 Target gift card for Mother's day and I'm totally ashamed to say that I spent it on Downey, clothes for Mia, pens for the desk and a lamp shade. I'm so pathetic! Now my opportunity was wasted and I have great regret. That's what I get for going shopping while extremely agitated, I was depriving myself of home good treasures because I was mad at someone and I was going to show THEM! Stupid girl. I get what I deserve for being a brat. So let this be a lesson to you all, depriving yourself of things to prove a point is NEVER the right thing to do. Indulge my friends, rub it in the faces of the stinky people who make you mad. Now I have to think about what could have been every time I do the laundry. *sigh* You learn something new every day.
It all started out with my gums hurting from my multitude of root canals, I think they're getting infected but I'm very resistant to going back on antibiotics and I most certainly do not want to take more vicodin, I feel like it's definitely changing my personality for the worse, I'm way more agitated than usual and I think it's because of the dope. Soooo, last night I went to bed and watched the Millionaire Matchmaker (it's my secret shame) and a couple episodes of the Real Houswives of whichever city they're doing now. Anywho, I was having trouble sleeping due to my gums giving me some trouble and I decided to take a dose (or two) of Tylenol PM. I was sleeping ever so soundly, but due to the incredible gift of "mommy hearing" I was awakened by a distant ' thump, thump, thump'. At first I wasn't sure if it was my dream or not so I lifted my head off the pillow and waited, silently poised to catch the sound if it happened again. Sure enough I heard it again. What to do? Do I wake up Greg who has to be up at 4:30am, or do I summon my inner warrior princess and investigate on my own? I chose the latter. I got out of be every so quietly so as not the arouse the suspision of the person/people who are making this noise. I gently tiptoed across the bedroom floor, like Bugs Bunny sneaking up on Elmer Fud. Tippity, tippity, toe; pause........... tippity, tippity, toe; pause............. all the while thinking "Man, I am so womanly and brave righ now!" I made it to the doorway of our room and I slowly peeked my head around the corner to see if there was anyone at the door (just like Scooby and/or Shaggy did to see if the monster had passed them by). Nobody at the door, but I still heard the 'thump, thump, thump'. I decided to search further and looked around for a weapon. I grabbed the first thing I found on the floor (since I have no sons, therefore no baseball bats) my weapon turned out to be a purple Hannah Montana belt with those little silver pyramid shaped "spikes" on it. Noooo, don't you groan, much to my relief this particular belt has a very weighty, heavily blinged out metal guitar on the end of it! It was the perfect weapon, I could potentially poke the eye out of the intruder, or at the very least give him/her a pretty nasty scratch that might very well get infected later on down the road. Oh yeah, I was ready to roll. I've seen enough Indiana Jones movies to know how to use my belt weapon effectively! Now please don't forget that I literally rolled out of bed for this excursion and apparently the outfit of choice for all the Indiana Jones style warrior princesses is an old Girl Scout Camp shirt and a baggy pair of maternity underwear. Oh, don't forget the blinged out purple guitar belt for protection! I slowly and quietly descended the stairs, then I started snorting and laughing as I realized what I must look like, I was also a little tipsy from the sleeping pills so at that point there was almost no stopping me it was all over then and I almost peed myself. I detoured to the bathroom, not daring to turn the light on because I thought I might die laughing. At this point I no longer heard the thumping and was pretty sure that my intimidating uniform must have scared the intruder away. I realized that the Notorious D.O.G. had not made a sound during this whole ordeal, but she was looking at me like I was crazy, then she put her head down and went back to sleep. Does that mean she's immune to my insanity? OK, so I went back upstairs after checking the windows and doors, nothing unlocked. I got back into bed and I heard the distant 'thump, thump, thump' again. This time I double checked the girls and they were asleep. As I walked through the mine field of Polly Pocket type toys back to my room I heard the noise again. I stood at the foot of the bed waiting for it again when I noticed that Greg was sleeping with his arm up, fingers against the head board and as he slept his fingers moved ever so slightly making a 'thump, thump, thump' noise. I burst out laughing at this discovery and Greg gasped, asked me what I was doing (very iritated like) and said "Go to sleep!". He has no recolection of this incident so he was very amused to be the proof reader of this post and have all his suspicions that I'm a total whack job confirmed.
So this was a story I had to share because I still find it so amusing.
P.S. My mom gave me a $50 Target gift card for Mother's day and I'm totally ashamed to say that I spent it on Downey, clothes for Mia, pens for the desk and a lamp shade. I'm so pathetic! Now my opportunity was wasted and I have great regret. That's what I get for going shopping while extremely agitated, I was depriving myself of home good treasures because I was mad at someone and I was going to show THEM! Stupid girl. I get what I deserve for being a brat. So let this be a lesson to you all, depriving yourself of things to prove a point is NEVER the right thing to do. Indulge my friends, rub it in the faces of the stinky people who make you mad. Now I have to think about what could have been every time I do the laundry. *sigh* You learn something new every day.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
What the WHAT?
This is how my day is going....I have a stinky fridge that has now been cleansed from top to bottom and it STILL stinks! I couldn't find Mia's dance bag this morning so we had to find some mismatched used shoes at the dance school that she could wear. I went to KFC for my free lunch and it was GROSS! I cleaned the stinky fridge again and took it apart and it still stinks. I just got a call from Kayleigh's P.E. teacher who said that K was looking very sad this morning so she asked her what was going on. K told her that she had a very rough morning because her dad gets really wild and she has to give him a shot to calm him down. So now this teacher was asking me what's going on at our house and why are we letting a 7 year old administer shots? Greg is not even home in the morning!!! He doesn't get shots and if he did there is NO WAY that we would let Kayleigh do them!!! The teacher laughed and thought it sounded really weird. I had to tell her that K has an issue with stress and it causes her to make things up so she can get more attention and sympathy. I had to reassure her that there is nothing medically wonky going on in our house. So now she thinks were a super dysfunctional family. Now I'm getting a massive headache from dealing with this nonsense!!
xoxo
xoxo
Monday, May 4, 2009
I'm back and worse for the wear
Hi Friends!!! I'm sorry it's been so long since my last update, I've been wallowing in self pity and high as a kite for the past three weeks, going on four!!!! I've been having dental issues which are causing me to want to start practicing dental procedures on myself with rusty tools from my garage. I'm going to tell you my tale of woe and how it dragged me down into the dregs of consumer madness. I want you to brace yourselves as you read my testimony of severe pain, vicodin and self pitying gluttony.
It all started two days before Easter, I had not been wearing my mouth guard at night to protect my teeth from my nightly grinding and my back tooth was really sore. Although is was kinda painful, I thought to myself "fabulous" (remember, that's what I call myself), anyway I thought "Fabulous, this might be a great diet for you, your mouth hurts so you don't really want to eat much and soon you shall be svelte AND fabulous!" well it was all downhill from there. Within two days my pain had gone from very sore to downright torture and a complete inability to chew anything and I couldn't open my mouth more than a few millimeters. I went from my normal cheery and wonderful self to an extremely pissed off and wicked person. On Easter I was in so much pain Greg took me to the drug store and I bought about $30 worth of tooth pain products that didn't do squat to help my pain. On Monday I called the dentist and asked for an emergency appointment and five hours later they still had not called me back. I was decidedly unhappy about this but I wasn't about to bite the hand that could cure me (or in my case very gently nip at the fingers of the hand that could cure me) so I called back and told them that I was literally begging my horrified husband to pull out my tooth with the pliers. They gave me a prescription for Vicodin and an appointment for the next day. I started taking the pills and it did nothing, so I started taking two at a time and it didn't even touch the pain!! I was high as a kite but could still feel all of the pain! When I went to the dentist she said I had a gum infection and gave me some penicillin and some percocet (sp?). Well my friends, the pain was helped with the medicine, but the penicillin has a horrible side effect for us women that I won't go into, but it causes a vast amount of uncomfortableness. So now my mouth was hurting something fierce, I was high as a kite and sitting down was very not fun. I still had to do all my motherly duties like take the girls to dance and art and tutoring, so I would get high in the morning, then not take anything in the afternoon so I would be straight to do the evening runs all the while I was grumpy and loopy. Well, I went back to the dentist to have my teeth cleaned and my regular dentist came in and asked me why I didn't get my root canal re-done from 8 years ago, he told me that it needed to get done a year ago. I had gone to a specialist at the time who told me that he would just wait and see if it got worse, so that's what I did. Now my dentist thinks I'm a total moron for complaining that my mouth hurts when I didn't get the problem fixed last year and he sent me to see a different specialist last week. Well this new specialist told me that my old root canal is not the problem, I apparently had an infection on the tooth next to the one we thought was the problem and we had to do a root canal on THAT one, as WELL as the original tooth!!! HUH??? Now I had two root canals to do??? In the mean time I had to sit for the first root canal in my very uncomfortable situation that would not get cleared up because I had to continue to take the penicillin!!! So something that would normally just take 3-7 days to clear up had now gone on for about 12 days! Now, I must admit that being totally looped on the drugs was kind of fun, but I was totally freaked out about the possibility of getting addicted to them so I would wait until I was in major pain and out of my mind pissy, then I would take a pill and be out of my mind high, not my idea of a good time. Although I must say that I totally forgot that my foot hurt at all!! So my mouth was feeling good, then I had the first root canal and the pain started all over again and I thought I was gonna go crazy!! The pain lasted for about four days and now my mouth is feeling great, but I have my second root canal on Saturday so I'll be back on the juice I'm sure. It's perfect timing because I'll have one week to heal from all the mouth issues, then I'll get my foot surgery and I'll be back on a balanced diet of pain killers and self pity.
So, on to the consumer gluttony party. I was in so much pain that I felt I deserved to buy some liquid love (a.k.a. coffee), so I imbibed A LOT! I must say that I bought many a coffee and I only felt a little guilty, mostly I was indignant and self indulgent. I also bought kids meals for Mia after school a few times because I couldn't deal with making lunch for her. Now because I had such a lax attitude toward our money saving goal Greg was enjoying his fair share of my high, I don't care, attitude. During this time Greg and Emma had to get new glasses - $250, our ice maker in the fridge went out - $85 (that didn't even fix it, we're gonna have to pay $120 to replace it), our lawn mower broke and we had to get it fixed - $68 and I have had to pay numerous co-pay fees for emergency dentist appointments and so forth - $90. All this has been going on and Kayleigh turned 7 last week and wanted her birthday money! So we're a touch on the poor side and actually had to dip into the credit cards to help pay for some of the fees. We're definitely not back where we started, but it hurts to look at the bank account and see the damage my gluttony caused. Oh well, it's a good lesson to learn. Poor Greg went out and bought something that we didn't need yesterday and I made him take it back. I think he was a little shocked at first because I was all "What is THAT?!" then he stopped and stood staring at me like a deer in headlights. When he finally moved he timidly asked me if I wanted him to return it and I said "I can think of a lot of thing that we actually NEED to spend that sort of money on." He looked a little deflated, but then he said he agreed with me and that he had gotten into a money spending frenzy because I had been so relaxed about spending lately. I feel like a hard core whip cracker, but the party had to end sometime right?
So here we go again embarking on what feels like the beginning of our experiment. It's amazing to realize that I do indeed have self control. I never thought of not spending money something that has been taking lots of self control, I haven't given myself enough credit for all that we did in the first few months. Now that I'm back on the wagon I can see clearly how I have to think about what I'm spending every day or I just get lazy and slip.
Ok, that a bit of what's been happening in my life during the time I was so quiet. I must prepare you all with this info.....I'm having my surgery on the 19th, that's two weeks from tomorrow. When I have the surgery I will be bed/chair ridden for several weeks, but I'm going to say that I don't think I will be doing much blogging in the first week since I don't have a lap top. I will do my best to keep everyone entertained and informed and I may even try to twitter,but I'm not sure what's going to happen. I do know that when I finally blog I will be a little high on the pain killers so you'll have to forgive my crazy ranting. At least I know that I won't be able to spend any money if I can't leave the house!
I start my weeks long garage sale this Friday, then I'll do it after the root canal on Saturday so I should be good and goofy, maybe I'll make more money if I'm funny. That or I'll get ripped off! Anywho, I have to run and put my profile on a few work from home websites now so I can bring in some $$$. If any of you know anyone who needs a telecommuting assistant, data entry, transcript person then send them my way!
xoxo
It all started two days before Easter, I had not been wearing my mouth guard at night to protect my teeth from my nightly grinding and my back tooth was really sore. Although is was kinda painful, I thought to myself "fabulous" (remember, that's what I call myself), anyway I thought "Fabulous, this might be a great diet for you, your mouth hurts so you don't really want to eat much and soon you shall be svelte AND fabulous!" well it was all downhill from there. Within two days my pain had gone from very sore to downright torture and a complete inability to chew anything and I couldn't open my mouth more than a few millimeters. I went from my normal cheery and wonderful self to an extremely pissed off and wicked person. On Easter I was in so much pain Greg took me to the drug store and I bought about $30 worth of tooth pain products that didn't do squat to help my pain. On Monday I called the dentist and asked for an emergency appointment and five hours later they still had not called me back. I was decidedly unhappy about this but I wasn't about to bite the hand that could cure me (or in my case very gently nip at the fingers of the hand that could cure me) so I called back and told them that I was literally begging my horrified husband to pull out my tooth with the pliers. They gave me a prescription for Vicodin and an appointment for the next day. I started taking the pills and it did nothing, so I started taking two at a time and it didn't even touch the pain!! I was high as a kite but could still feel all of the pain! When I went to the dentist she said I had a gum infection and gave me some penicillin and some percocet (sp?). Well my friends, the pain was helped with the medicine, but the penicillin has a horrible side effect for us women that I won't go into, but it causes a vast amount of uncomfortableness. So now my mouth was hurting something fierce, I was high as a kite and sitting down was very not fun. I still had to do all my motherly duties like take the girls to dance and art and tutoring, so I would get high in the morning, then not take anything in the afternoon so I would be straight to do the evening runs all the while I was grumpy and loopy. Well, I went back to the dentist to have my teeth cleaned and my regular dentist came in and asked me why I didn't get my root canal re-done from 8 years ago, he told me that it needed to get done a year ago. I had gone to a specialist at the time who told me that he would just wait and see if it got worse, so that's what I did. Now my dentist thinks I'm a total moron for complaining that my mouth hurts when I didn't get the problem fixed last year and he sent me to see a different specialist last week. Well this new specialist told me that my old root canal is not the problem, I apparently had an infection on the tooth next to the one we thought was the problem and we had to do a root canal on THAT one, as WELL as the original tooth!!! HUH??? Now I had two root canals to do??? In the mean time I had to sit for the first root canal in my very uncomfortable situation that would not get cleared up because I had to continue to take the penicillin!!! So something that would normally just take 3-7 days to clear up had now gone on for about 12 days! Now, I must admit that being totally looped on the drugs was kind of fun, but I was totally freaked out about the possibility of getting addicted to them so I would wait until I was in major pain and out of my mind pissy, then I would take a pill and be out of my mind high, not my idea of a good time. Although I must say that I totally forgot that my foot hurt at all!! So my mouth was feeling good, then I had the first root canal and the pain started all over again and I thought I was gonna go crazy!! The pain lasted for about four days and now my mouth is feeling great, but I have my second root canal on Saturday so I'll be back on the juice I'm sure. It's perfect timing because I'll have one week to heal from all the mouth issues, then I'll get my foot surgery and I'll be back on a balanced diet of pain killers and self pity.
So, on to the consumer gluttony party. I was in so much pain that I felt I deserved to buy some liquid love (a.k.a. coffee), so I imbibed A LOT! I must say that I bought many a coffee and I only felt a little guilty, mostly I was indignant and self indulgent. I also bought kids meals for Mia after school a few times because I couldn't deal with making lunch for her. Now because I had such a lax attitude toward our money saving goal Greg was enjoying his fair share of my high, I don't care, attitude. During this time Greg and Emma had to get new glasses - $250, our ice maker in the fridge went out - $85 (that didn't even fix it, we're gonna have to pay $120 to replace it), our lawn mower broke and we had to get it fixed - $68 and I have had to pay numerous co-pay fees for emergency dentist appointments and so forth - $90. All this has been going on and Kayleigh turned 7 last week and wanted her birthday money! So we're a touch on the poor side and actually had to dip into the credit cards to help pay for some of the fees. We're definitely not back where we started, but it hurts to look at the bank account and see the damage my gluttony caused. Oh well, it's a good lesson to learn. Poor Greg went out and bought something that we didn't need yesterday and I made him take it back. I think he was a little shocked at first because I was all "What is THAT?!" then he stopped and stood staring at me like a deer in headlights. When he finally moved he timidly asked me if I wanted him to return it and I said "I can think of a lot of thing that we actually NEED to spend that sort of money on." He looked a little deflated, but then he said he agreed with me and that he had gotten into a money spending frenzy because I had been so relaxed about spending lately. I feel like a hard core whip cracker, but the party had to end sometime right?
So here we go again embarking on what feels like the beginning of our experiment. It's amazing to realize that I do indeed have self control. I never thought of not spending money something that has been taking lots of self control, I haven't given myself enough credit for all that we did in the first few months. Now that I'm back on the wagon I can see clearly how I have to think about what I'm spending every day or I just get lazy and slip.
Ok, that a bit of what's been happening in my life during the time I was so quiet. I must prepare you all with this info.....I'm having my surgery on the 19th, that's two weeks from tomorrow. When I have the surgery I will be bed/chair ridden for several weeks, but I'm going to say that I don't think I will be doing much blogging in the first week since I don't have a lap top. I will do my best to keep everyone entertained and informed and I may even try to twitter,but I'm not sure what's going to happen. I do know that when I finally blog I will be a little high on the pain killers so you'll have to forgive my crazy ranting. At least I know that I won't be able to spend any money if I can't leave the house!
I start my weeks long garage sale this Friday, then I'll do it after the root canal on Saturday so I should be good and goofy, maybe I'll make more money if I'm funny. That or I'll get ripped off! Anywho, I have to run and put my profile on a few work from home websites now so I can bring in some $$$. If any of you know anyone who needs a telecommuting assistant, data entry, transcript person then send them my way!
xoxo
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