Monday, July 3, 2017

The Right Way to......

My son, Steven, loves to pick on Brian about his height.  He'll make jokes directly to Brian, and that's really funny, but lately he's found a whole line of memes about "the right way to talk to short people".  Here's the first one that he posted a few weeks ago:


Brian of course warned him that paybacks would be hell, but alas, there was nothing done.  So the next meme posted was:



Steven almost sent Brian a message to tell him to bring a shopping cart home with him so they could have a chat, but I told him not to.  Brian messaged me to see if I'd seen this, and I had to go look and laugh.  Then came this one:



And the plotting for revenge by Brian began!  Lots of things have been discussed, but nothing has been carried out yet.  Other than some jalapeno juice rubbed on the rim of his tea glass at dinner Saturday night.  LOL

The final meme posted was more because it was funny, not because Steven wanted to pick on Brian anymore:








Once revenge has been obtained, I will share!  LOL

Saturday, June 24, 2017

A Little Blog Post from the Past

This post was from the last week of May 2007


 Steven fell at school on Wednesday and scraped his knee.  No big deal, right?  WRONG!!!!  You see, Steven has never gotten a scrape like this before--it's a little larger than the size of a quarter, and the 'road rash' covers an area about 2"x3" (yes I know, he's 11 years old, and he has had injuries before, including a broken wrist, but this was the worst scrape he's ever had).  So I go to pick him up from my grandmother's that afternoon and that's when I found out he was hurt.  I asked him if Meme had cleaned his wound yet and he got this fearful look on his face and said no.  I told him that he knew that it had to be done, and we could either do it at Meme's house, or do it at our house, but that I preferred to do it at Meme's house.

The reason I preferred doing it at her house was that I was hoping it would make him a little calmer, that he wouldn't be so fearful of getting it 'doctored' than he would be if it was just the 2 of us there.  Yes, he has this intense fear of having wounds cleaned and doctored for some reason, he's horribly afraid of pain and is afraid that the cleaning and application of Neosporin will be excessively painful. 

Well, I call my mom to tell her how my job interview that afternoon went, and to also let her know about Steven's knee injury, and my grandmother goes and gets the peroxide, Neosporin, cotton balls, q-tips and kleenex, and when she enters the living room, Steven immediately starts crying and freaking out, and my mom can hear him on the phone.  That's when my giggling began.  Mother and I thought it was funny that he would carry on like that, just seeing the stuff we were going to use to doctor his knee.

I finish talking to her and go in there, sitting on the footstool and propping his leg up on mine.  He starts begging me to leave him alone (mind you I haven't even done anything yet)--long story short it takes about 10 minutes before I'm able to finally pour the peroxide on the wound.  It sits there for all of about 3 seconds and he starts screaming bloody freakin murder like someone is chopping his leg off with no anesthesia.  My grandmother is fussing at him to hush, she couldn't believe he was screaming like that.  She actually told him to hush  his mouth before the neighbors called the police!  Then he wouldn't let me wipe the foam off, he had to do that himself. 

After that was done, I needed to put some Neosporin on it, but he wouldn't let me.  I got him to agree to let me "drop" it on there, so he held my hand about 2-3" above his knee, and I had to squirt the tube so that it would fall on the wound.  We got that taken care of, then went to leave.  He got up stiff-legged and I told him he better walk on it and bend it or it would get stiff and he would have problems walking. 

Some of you may think I am mean and cruel, but I couldn't help but laugh and/or giggle the entire time I'm trying to doctor this child.  I know it wasn't funny that he was hurt, or that he was so fearful over the whole thing, but something just kept me laughing and giggling uncontrollably.

We went to Walmart and Target and he insisted on getting the electric cart at both places.  I didn't mind so much, as long as it kept him happy and with me.  But it only got better once we got home and Marion (my step-dad) got ahold of him.

Marion starts picking at him at dinner time, asking him if he cried like a girl.  Of course Steven starts to weep a little, and Marion starts laughing, and my giggling and laughing starts up again.  Steven says that his New-nee (my mom) is going to ground us both from the tv, computer, and our cell phones, if we don't stop laughing and being mean to him.  Then Mom says something about I bet you're gonna have a hard time getting him the shower tonight, and of course Marion starts in on how the water is going to burn his knee like acid, and it will feel horrible and will feel like it's going to burn him down to the bone.  Steven ran over to me and grabbed me, sobbing and begging me to make Marion stop but all I could do was laugh.

I tried to get Mom in trouble for laughing too, but she of course said she was laughing at me and Marion--Marion was over there going "oh my god, stop, you're killing me" and I'm saying "stop making me laugh, my belly hurts" and was holding my stomach.  Steven said he believe his New-nee, that she wasn't laughing at him, only at us. 

Mom left the room, so Steven said something again about Mom was going to ground us, so Marion asked him what gave her the power to ground us, and Steven said 'because she's older than all of us so she has the power".  Marion counters with "yeah, that's why we're getting ready to put her in a nursing home so it doesn't matter".  Steven of course goes and runs to tell his New-nee what his Poppy said about her. 





Thursday, May 25, 2017

Funny Stuff!

I had my first MRI on Monday.  I kinda knew it was "the tube" thing and I wasn't aware that we have an open one at my hospital, so I didn't know to ask for that when I made the appointment.  I don't think I was in the tube 30 seconds and I started freaking out, almost screaming for the technician to get me out.  She suggested a washcloth over my eyes, and that we'd just try one short scan to start.  That helped a lot, and I finished it, but had to talk myself down from the panic that was slipping back every once in a while.  Thank goodness it only lasted about 20 minutes!  I still had a meltdown afterwards though.  That wasn't fun. :-(


I never had a clue that I was claustrophobic like that.  I knew that I have issues watching movies or TV programs where they're in caves, and have to go through some really tight spots - honestly, I just can't watch it, I have to change the channel, turn the sound off and turn my head, or leave the room during those kinds of scenes.  And reading about the really tiny tight spot that some people had to climb through to find some ancient humanoid skeletal remains, I had to skim over the parts about the actual cave exploration before I freaked out.  LOL  This girl will definitely be asking for the open MRI if she needs another one!


A few weeks ago I'm sitting at my desk at work and I hear this loud crash.  I look towards the door to the parking deck, figuring some silly person has tried to force their way into the door, but lo-and-behold - it was a DEER!!!  Yes, a small deer had rammed the door twice, then rammed the windows next to the door.  I ran outside to check on her, and she then proceeded to get on the roof of the basement (someone didn't have the gate latched), jumped off onto the awning next to the deck, broke through the awning and ran across the dock into the other parking deck.  Someone chased her up to the main level of the deck and she disappeared, I assume into the woodsy area by the walking trails.  Talk about excitement!


I'm going to have to start writing down all the funny stuff my family says, as we're way past due for an installment of "Funny Shit My Family Says".  I can't remember any of it at the moment, but hopefully I'll have enough to write a short blog in the near future.


I'm so glad that tomorrow is Friday!!!  Hallelujah!!!!!  I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend, and please remember that Memorial Day is to honor and remember those that gave the ultimate sacrifice for their country.  Honor those still living daily, and on Veterans Day!







Saturday, April 22, 2017

Catch Me Outside......

Yep, a play on those words by that idiotic teen girl that really needed her rear end busted and more time outs and restrictions when she was younger.  But mine has nothing to do with fighting, mine has to do with working in the yard.  I've got plans to get my garden planted this weekend, and I have almost everything that needs to be put in the ground, bought.  The only thing I'm missing are the mammoth jalapenos that I guess I'll have to go back to Wal-Mart to buy.  Today we picked up cucumbers, zucchini, straight-neck yellow squash, Roma tomatoes, jalapenos, cowhorn peppers, tabasco peppers, and 5 different kinds of bean seeds.  We already had some Brandywine tomato plants and habaneros, so that should about do it.


The exotic pepper seeds I received about 2 weeks ago still haven't sprouted.  I'm hoping they're not duds, or that we've done something wrong.  I really wanted to see the white scorpion peppers, and have those Carolina reapers and ghost peppers again.  We shall see.


I got my x-ray results on my back - I have some degeneration going on, and they want me to have an MRI and to see an ortho.  I guess I'll be scheduling that soon enough, as well as an appointment with the allergy specialist.  Hubby and I have been the doctor-goingist people this year for one thing or another!  And they've added yet another rx to my daily regimen - Vascepa.  I think that's glorified fish oil & Omega oils.  I'm already taking Zocor and 4 fish oil capsules a day, now I get to add 4 of the Vascepa capsules to it.  My cholesterol was actually good, but my bad cholesterol wasn't so great, and my triglycerides were a tad bit higher than 200 I think, and that's why they added the Vascepa.  Damn cholesterol stuff!


Well I think I'm going to take a nap, been out and about all morning and I'm beat!  I hope you all have a great weekend!



Friday, March 31, 2017

Getting Somewhere....Maybe

I finally broke down and went to the doctor today.  It was time for my medication refill appointment, so I decided to bring up my hip issues, my icky toenails, and my concern regarding my allergies.


The hip problems started almost 4 weeks ago when I was helping my mom go through Meme's clothing.  I did a lot of lifting, pushing, pulling, etc., and at one point I moved a large garbage bag in a non-ergonomic way, and immediately felt my mid-back barking at me.  I put the bag down, did a little stretching, and went about my business.  I spent the night, and the next day, I couldn't bend over, squat, or stoop without significant pain in my left hip.  Only my hip, nothing in my back. 


I have nursed my hip for the last 3 weeks, with Aleve, the heating pad, sleeping with a pillow between my knees when I'm on one side or the other, and sitting in the floor and trying to stretch.  The stretching seemed to help the most, but the pain would come and go, and usually flares up on the weekend.  Getting in a vehicle is very painful at times, no matter how I approach it.  And of course after I made the appointment, my hip has given me almost zero pain! 


The doc said that the pain was most likely coming from my back, not my hip, and I've heard that theory from more than one person when I've mentioned my discomfort.  She sent me for some x-rays, which I should hear something on those on Monday, and also gave me a shot of decadron and a shot of toradol.  That toradol burned like a mf'er - and it was a slightly delayed effect - the nurse had left the room, I moved away from the exam table, and then it was time for a silent scream!  Wow, that surprised me at how badly it burned.


As for the allergies, the doc will be referring me to an allergist for testing and the possibility of some allergy shots.  It seems that religiously taking Singular, Allegra, and Flonase, is not enough to keep me from having that constant, nasty post-nasal drip, and I don't want it to turn into the sinus infection that turns into bronichitis with the lovely asthmatic flares AGAIN.


And I got Lamisil again for the toes.  I went through 90 days of it in 2015, and it just didn't go completely away.  It's getting to be sandal season, and the nails have gotta look good! 


So now I'm home, relaxed, and my hips are aching.  I've had that effect from decadron before, but it might just be from the normal hustle and bustle of my day.  Who knows at this point.  It's a little after 9, and I could turn in soon, or just pass out on the couch.  Which would make my hips hurt worse.  Can't win for losing!


I hope you all have a fantabulous weekend!

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Life Goes On

I've had good days and bad days since Meme passed.  Thankfully mostly good days.  For some reason the last couple of days have been difficult.  I'm not sure why, the dates aren't significant to anything having to do with her.  I know she's better off and in a better place, so this feeling will pass eventually.


My hip is still bothering me.  It's much better than it was the last time I mentioned it, and I don't notice it much when I get in the car (last week the pain was excruciating to get in the car), but it still bothers me when I get in bed, wake up in the middle of the night for a bathroom run, and get back in bed.  I have to watch how I lay in the bed to keep it from hurting, and typically have to put a pillow between my knees if I sleep on the side that doesn't hurt.  Walking doesn't bother it, but the stooping and bending still let me know something's off in the hip.  I remembered the other day that my hip would ache all night when we'd go hunting, where I'd be sleeping in a camper, on an air mattress, or in a twin bed, so I'm pretty sure this is arthritis or bursitis or something of the sort, it's just decided to stick with me longer this time.


I would love to have a Shoney's hot fudge cake.  Too bad there aren't any Shoney's anywhere near us!  (or perhaps that's a good thing?!? lol)


Brian showed Steven how to change his oil last night, and tonight they're changing spark plugs and rotating tires.  My boy is learning stuff! 


I've got some wonderful opportunities coming at work - unlimited training courses through an outside vendor, and joining an organization for administrative professionals that will allow me to travel to the annual conference later this summer.  I'm so excited!  I am so thankful for my job at the hospital, and appreciate all of the positivity that I experience there.  This has got to be one of the best places that I've ever worked!






Thursday, March 9, 2017

Waiting......

I'm waiting on a lot of things tonight.


I'm waiting on my beloved husband to make it home from work (the work truck broke down on I-285 by Ashford-Dunwoody and the tow truck is on the way)


I'm waiting for my damn hip to stop hurting.  Apparently sleeping in a different bed this past weekend, combined with lifting, dragging, and pushing lots of somewhat heavy things in Hampton has wreaked havoc on my left hip joint.  It has gotten better since Sunday, but it's quite aggravating at this point.  At least I can sit and squat now without much discomfort, but bending over sends pain from my hip joint all the way down my leg.  Sunday it was excruciating to the point I actually considered going to the emergency department (you know it's bad if I consider the ED).  It's gradually gotten more tolerable, but tonight's it's kinda aching and burning, and nothing I do seems to relieve the pain.  The pain level is only maybe a 4 out of 10, but it's enough to be very uncomfortable.


I'm waiting for the pain of losing my grandmother to go away.  I know it will take some time, and I thought I was doing well until I wore the outfit to work today that I wore to her service.  I started tearing up on the way to work and had a full-blown albeit brief cry during the last couple of minutes of the commute.  I didn't wear much eye makeup today, so there wasn't a lot to wash away thankfully.  For those of you that don't know the dynamics of our family, my mother and I lived with my grandmother (or she lived with us, ever how you want to look at it) from the time my parents divorced when I was 1, until I was a sophomore in high school.  We were close, thankfully a lot closer than most folks get to experience with their grandparents.  And Steven got to experience 21 years of having a great-grandmother.  Most folks don't get that, not even a fraction of that, and he got 21 years!  Something to celebrate!


There are other things I'm waiting for - fame, fortune, blah blah blah!  LOL  Damn I would love to win the lottery!  Oh the things I could do with lottery money!