... Getting up in the middle of the night to apply cold compresses to your wife's swollen hive encrusted body to help relieve some of the itching.
Thanks Dave. I love you too.
This Week, Willowtree is hosting Fun Monday with the theme - Our Blogging Environment. It is a little nosy peek into the world where we blog.
So, when it came time to take a picture of my blogging environment, I had to make a decision. Should I clean it up before taking a picture or leave it au natural? Well, considering I spent all of last week battling a sinus infection and the entire weekend covered in itchy scritchy hives - I have decided to leave it au natural (in other words - I didn't have the energy or desire to clean the damn place up).
So - without further ado - The Dirty Truth of Where I Blog:
I'm slightly embarrassed about the mess - but oh well. That's what happens when you aren't feeling too well and besides - this room is always the last to be cleaned anyway. Okay, I'll spill a little secret. This room only gets cleaned if company is coming over. Besides being our computer room, it is also the guest bedroom. So - it always looks a mess unless someone is coming to stay. Thanks Willowtree for making me post the dirt. Hey - you know what? Come to think of it - I think he's done this to me before....
It pours and pours and pours....
Okay, this is a total "pity me and my dog" post.
I had been feeling pretty good the last couple of days. The antibiotics seemed to be kicking in nicely and the sinus pain was pretty much history. Then, I woke up this morning and came down with the case of the hives - itchy scritchy scratchy my assy. Called the doctor and they they prescribed me a NEW antibiotic, assuming I had developed an allergic reaction to the other one.
THEN - poor Zeus. Oh my poor little baby boy. He came inside last night, after doing his nightly potty duty, and he wouldn't stand on his back leg. So, after a vet visit this morning, it was determined he blew his knee out. The poor guy....a torn ligament most likely. So, I made an appointment with the Oregon State University Veterinarian Hospital and their orthopedic surgeon. They can't fit him in until March 8th. So, until then, he is on some anti-inflammatory drugs, plenty of glucosamine, even fish oil (what the heck?) and lots of love from his family. (oh - restricted exercise - that means potty breaks on the leash. fun - NOT)
And all of this having gone on without my husband around to help me out. He has been gone all week to Tennessee - Robin's neighborhood. Where is my Knight in Shining Armor when I need him? hmmm.....too convenient, I tell you. Bah to those Required Company-Wide Sales Meetings. Bah to those "leave your wife alone with the kids for a week so you can party with your co-workers after a day of easy inspirational sell-a-lot-of-chemicals meetings".
Well - I can tell you one thing - antibiotics or not, I am having me a Chambord Kamikaze this weekend. Yes Siree - Mama needs a Drink.
Here it is - the bizarre and twisted Part 10 of the equally confusing and quirky Soap Opera known simply as the Wolfden. If you are interested in catching up so to better understand part 10 in the grand scheme of things (HA - as if the storyline ever did have a grand scheme of things), then here are the links to all other portions. I've included some highlights from each part as well (that's my idea of a recap).
Part One by Wolfbaby (Where it all started. Cathy was pregnant with either Dr. A or Dr. Rob's baby.)
Part Two by Cathy's (Cathy passes out in the parking lot. Dr. Rob seems "Very Concerned" and Willowtree sees some Strange Person dressed all in black in that very same parking lot. Who - it turns out, is Dr. A, with a plan to experiment on someone. Could that someone be The Laundress?")
Part Three by Small Town RN (It may NOT have been Cathy but her evil twin and Oh NO - Dr. Rob is with her somewhere....The Laundress has gone missing. Pearls&Dreams saw an unconscious woman being driven away in a van. And Mysti declares her love for a missing Dr. A)
Part Four by WillowTree (Wolfie has to worry about a Hostile take-over of her bar from none other than THE DOCTORS themselves. Pamela has a square arse, and that is only half her problem, considering ALL the women have suddenly become pregnant, due to sperm e-mails sent by non-other than Willowtree himself. And at the end, the Laundress returns with some important news, but she faints before telling it.)
Part Five by Dr. Rob (Cathy and Dr. A re-appear in the story - teleported mysteriously. Everyone is worried about the Laundress and why she can't speak when suddenly - Willowtree is SHOT! and it's all because of what he has on his laptop computer)
Part Six by JIP (A dropped hamburger hits a hidden button and teleports the entire bar to Australia. Which was Willowtree's and JIP's plan all along - Conception Australia....bring all the pregnant women there to help populate the continent. One bite from the hamburger by the Laundress sends the bar spinning again).
Part Seven by Patient Anonymous (The bar is in shambles, everything is a mess. Ethics are in question. But only Patient A knows why the Laundress isn't talking and she's looking for a prescription pad.)
Part Eight by Pamela (Dr. Rob has amnesia. Moof and Pamela discovered there wasn't any pregnancies, willowtree's e-mail sperm produced gas. Fallen Angel steps outside for fresh air and is taken by a dark shadowy figure. Her scream brings Dr. Rob back around)
Part Nine by Heather (No sign of Fallen Angel. Willowtree stays outside alone and after a rousing song and dance number, Dr. A cuts himself with a knife and starts to throw it when Dr. Rob sneezes............................)
Part TEN of Wolfden Bar and Grille:
Dr. Rob's sneeze startles Dr. A. The knife slips from his carefully
planned throw and whizzes through the air only to land inches from JIP's
head. She screams and faints to the floor.
Wolfie begins to laugh and mutters under her breath, "At last those damn Aussies are out of the way."
"Oh no they aren't" says Pamela and jumps up from her easel. "Willowtree is just outside and I still haven't had it out with him for calling my arse square."
Pamela struts to the door and then turns around, "Come on girls, we've got a score to settle." Cathy, Mysti, Jungle Tart, and Moof quickly follow their comrade to the door. Karmyn remains behind. She's been working feverishly with her laptop, determined to find out the truth behind The Laundress unwillingness to speak.
The door is opened only to discover that night has fallen outside of the Wolfden Bar and Grill. The girls take one step outside and then quickly retreat back into the safety of the bar. Pamela locks the door and turns to face the rest of the group. Her face is as white as yesterday's snow.
"Don't go out there." She cries, "The eyes! The eyes!" Cathy grabs her and leads her back to her easel where she can paint in peace.
The laundress slowly begins to laugh and rises to the floor. She points a soapy finger toward the door and raises her voice in a spooky whisper. "They're HERE."
At those words Karmyn slams her laptop down onto the bar counter. "I've figured it out! I know why she won't talk! This is no experiment or Brazillian Wax gone wrong. It's an Alien Abduction."
Dr. Rob starts to laugh. Quickly the rest of the occupants in the Bar and Grill join him. They all think Karmyn has lost her mind. "You've been working too hard on your books. They've gone to your head."
Karmyn shakes her head, "I haven't lost my mind. It's the truth. I found it all on that laptop. I merely had to google 'alien abdution' and there it was....all laid out. In fact, I suspect someone in this room may be helping the aliens. Someone in this room might NOT be human."
Dr. A scoffed, "She is definitely crazy. I think I could refer her to a psychiatric friend of mine."
"No, she's right."
Declare the conjoined twins, Qualicum RN and Smalltown RN. "We
believe her because we've seen them....they did this to us."
Dr. A holds up a bloody finger to ask a question but before he can get any words out there is a loud knock on the door.....
Stay tuned next week as The Laundress will finally find her voice and let Part 11 be known. Is Willowtree a goner? Have the Aussie's been put to shame? Did Karmyn completely lose her mind? What eyes did Pamela see? And will Dr. A ever get his finger bandaged?
I needed a quickie post - as I am busy preparing my post for tomorrow. It is my turn to write the next installment of Wolfden's Soap Opera. Be here to read how the bizarre gets even quirkier.
So - here I am. Can you believe it? If someone were to ask me what my favorite type of Ice-cream is - this is it....except maybe adding some Mint to that Vanilla. One thing I can say though - I've never been the most popular at the parties. I tend to clam up and get really nervous.....well....that is to say unless I've had a couple of drinks then "WHOA Nellie", out comes my minty side.
|You Are Chocolate Chip Ice Cream|
This is the bag that fills with things that we've outgrown, specifically things Buttercup has outgrown. When she grows out of a pair of pants or a nice shirt, we put the item in this bag. When the bag fills up, we send it to someone else, specifically Curly Mop.
Curly Mop has received many such bags filled with cute pink dresses, fancy red shoes, striped blue pants, Dora nightgowns, and even books.
Buttercup is always pleased to give something to Curly Mop. It symbolizes her becoming a "big girl". See, Curly Mop, who is 9 months younger, is still a "little girl".
Well, today, we added something to the brown bag. Something that I've been wanting to give up a long time. I was a little afraid to give it up. Maybe I was feeling lazy. Maybe I didn't want to have to deal with the clean-up. Maybe I was the one that let her wear them too long. But, after 4 completely dry nights in panties....it was time.
Yes, we are giving Curly Mop the Pull-ups. These are the Nighttime pull-ups, the "just-in-case-you-can't-wake-up-and-go-in-the-middle-of-the-night-and-mommy-really-needs-her-sleep" pull-ups. But, hey, after 4 dry nights without them, we are more than happy to give them up. We filled that brown bag. Curly Mop - these are for you.
We don't need them any more. Buttercup is officially a "Big Girl" now. She is happy. Being a "Big Girl" means she can play in the big ball pit at the pizza place. Being a "Big Girl" means she can take the DVD's out of the player now. Being a "Big Girl" means she can tell her brother what to do. Being a "Big Girl" means no more pull-ups.
Three years ago my husband took a business trip to Memphis, Tennessee. When he arrived there, his sinus trouble began. He spent the week in misery, popping Sudafed, Tylenol, Claritin, and you name it to try and rid his body of the pressure and pain.
He came home in misery. I sent him to the doctor. A round of home remedies, antibiotics, and Flonase did naught to cure it. His doctor prescribed an MMR to see what was going on in those sinus cavities. Nothing much as it turns out except that my husband was born without any sinus cavities in his forehead region. A very strange occurrence, but not unheard of.
Eventually the sinus problem went away (with the help of all the crap he had to take). He was very relieved. I didn't really care. I didn't understand.
Yesterday, I spent two hours in Urgent Care, with my children, waiting to see the doctor and trying to keep the pressure from exploding my upper teeth out of their gums and my eyeballs from their sockets. I've never had sinus problems before. Oh sure, I thought I've had sinus headaches before. Yeah, I thought I've had a sinus infection before. I was wrong. It is crippling. I have gone beyond painful and into debilitating.
With a dose of antibiotics and a prescription of the Sudafed (Oregon now has it under lock&Key because of the meth-heads) and a bottle of Afrin spray - I am hoping life will begin again. Oh please, let this work. I can't take the throbbing pain much longer and really need to be able to bend over and pick things up off the floor. Sleep would be good too. Damn you sinus infections. You suck.
Today's Fun Monday is all about Objects that have a special place in our heart. Next week, I'm tagging Willowtree to come up with a topic (because Marnie said he had a REAL good one). So - head over to his place Monday, February 26th. Have fun!
Here are all the participants for today: If I inadvertently left someone out - Please comment (or e-mail me) and I will get the link to your page up ASAP!!!
Amy - A Family Story
Beccy - Peppermint Tea
Bethany - Ice Cream Mama
Chris - Ms Cellania
Eric - The Electronic Firefly
Jenny - MamaDrama
Julie - Another Chance Ranch
Joy - This Lifes Rollercoaster
Lisa - The Food Snob
Little Miss Moi - Nezalezhnosti. Kyiv, Ukraine
Mark - Dirty Uncle Mark
Melissa - Waking Up
Min - MamaDrama
Nikki - Now What the Hell Do I Do?
Pamela - The Dust Will Wait
Robin - Pensieve
Sally - Sally Writes
Songbird - My Way
Susan - Are We There Yet?
Swampwitch - Anecdotes, Antidotes, and Anodes.
Tiggerlane - The Neophyte Blogger
Vicki - Catching Light
Willowtree - A Dingo's Got My Barbie
And Now - my topic: The Old Rocking Chair.
This rocking chair has been in my family for at least 50 years. It has rocked babies countless times. My mom was rocked in it. I was once lulled by its gentle creaking. My children have slept to its rhythm as I hummed a tune and rubbed their backs.
Life hasn't been easy for the chair. It's leather was once cracked and brittle. A wooden arm has split in age and one side likes to come away from the connection. Currently, a spring has escaped the fabric boundary underneath.
Once, after a repair job, it was returned without its familiar tune. I was relieved when the old "creak, creak" returned to its proper place.
I worry about the old chair and admonish my children when they sit in it. I tell them it is an old chair and needs to be respected. It's not for playing on. It's not to be used as a pirate ship or a jumping spot.
Then, I gently sit on the black leather and rub the arms. I close my eyes and listen to it's song and remember a time when I was little and was rocked to sleep with its rhythm. I am honored to be the one who owns the Old Rocking Chair. I will pass it on in my old age so that my grandchildren can be lulled to sleep by its gentle creaking.
Almost ten years ago Zeus came into my life. Some friends had a litter of puppies and were having troubles getting rid of all of them. Their purebred black lab female had jumped the fence. She took off and found herself a man. Although the male in question was a black lab, he had no papers and thus couldn't prove his worthiness in the eyes of the AKC. So, the puppies were free.
I showed up at their house to pick myself up a cute puppy. As soon as I stepped into the backyard all 5 black puppies ran underneath the porch to hide from me. I looked at my mother in desperation. "What do I do?" She offered up a suggestion, "Call them and whichever one comes to you take it."
So, I whistled and called. All of the puppies looked out at me but only one scrambled out from under the porch and came running. It was love at first sight.
Zeus was our first baby. He was smothered with our love. The first time we left him was when my husband and I took our honeymoon. I cried when we drove away from my new in-laws and trusted them to watch my baby Zeus for the next week. He was spoiled and got lots of attention.
Ten years later there have been a lot of changes in our lives. We had a son, brought home a sister puppy, Zoe, and then had a daughter. Zeus doesn't get the love and attention he used to. He has to share our affections with others. Some days I feel really guilty about this, but have come to realize Zeus doesn't mind. As long as he gets an occasional treat, I think he could care less about the attention.
He'll Roll Over
He'll Sit UP
He'll Speak and say "Please"
Zeus will give a High Five for a tasty tidbit
He'll freeze and hold a Tater Tot on his nose.
Zeus will even do impressions
So, even after ten years, Zeus is still a lucky dog. As long as I keep the treats coming Zeus is happy. Of course, the occasional love and affection is just fine too. He'll take whatever he can get.