Saturday, January 31, 2009

Tired, pooped, bushed, weary, spent and haggard

That pretty much sums me up right now.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Family Medicine

My mother goes in to have a total hip replacement this Friday - she wasn't scheduled until June but the Dr had a cancellation so she got moved up. Yay! Also, we had to agree that one of us would stay with her and perform nurse aide duties until she's discharged as she will be on an understaffed floor. If no one could have stayed she would have had to wait until this summer. *sigh I'm glad both of my nieces are going to be nurses - less than 1 semester until they're both done. Yay.

I'll stay up at the hospital with her until she's released, hopefully Monday. From there she goes to my brother's house (heehee) for three weeks. I "get" to take care of her cats. I think I got the better end of the deal. *grin Not that I don't love my mother but she's a big whinebag where any and I do mean any amount of pain is involved.

While she's gone I take my dad over to the VA hospital for a consult on his prostrate cancer. His PSA test came back bad so he had a biopsy done week before last and it came back cancerous. *sigh Personally, I'm not even sure why he had the biopsy done. I've posted before that he smokes heavily, eats horribly for an insulin dependent diabetic and has about a 28% heart function. *shrug

The Tulsa Home and Garden show is in town this weekend. Do you think anyone will notice if I sneak out from the hospital and go?

Tuesday, January 20, 2009


I think I can now relate to how my parents generation felt when JFK was sworn in. I have a feeling of hope, inspiration, lightness. Something else that struck me today - none of these feelings come from the fact I'm watching a black man become President of the United States. Obama has become colorless to me.

I wrote quite a bit about my dislike of the Bush Administration here but decided to delete all of that and keep this on a more positive note.

I agree with what Boo wrote Over There. I think Obama has that something that gives people hope and makes them want to do better. I also think he's a very intelligent man and is not going to surround himself with Yes Men.

I personally would not want to have his job. But I pray that he does the best he can and makes the right decisions in the years to come.

And - I'll say it now. Will Smith will play Obama in a future movie. *grin

Thursday, January 15, 2009

My baby is 23 - Ack!

I couldn't help but compare our lives at 23. She definitely didn't follow my path.

I was 3 months into My 23rd year when I became a new mom. I was living in North Carolina and my marriage was very rocky by then, but when they laid her on my chest my whole world changed. My heart melted and I'd never seen anything as beautiful as that little monkey-looking thing lying in my arms.

I had worked the day before - I was managing a pet boarding house and Wednesday was my day off. I woke up feeling not quite right, so I called my Dr and they told me he was at the hospital, if I didn't feel better later than to call back. March 1st was my due date. So I took a shower, washed my hair and shaved my legs, thinking that would make me feel better. It didn't, so I drove to the emergency room where they checked me and said I was fine, I had another 5 weeks, go home and get some rest.

So I went to the little greek restaraunt I always went to and got some banana pudding. The owner made his usual fuss over me and I went home. A few hours later I was feeling worse, my head ached, my shoulders and legs hurt and my back was starting to kill me. So I called my ob again, he was there and said to come in. I got there, they took me back, he sent me behind the curtain to change into a gown and bam! my water broke.

He and the nurse drove me over to the hospital wrapped in a sheet :) it was buttass cold out! We got there, he checked me said everything was fine and he was going to go grab something to eat. The nurse had called my ex and he showed up, he had called his family and they showed up. (My parents were not planning to come out until March *sigh) Everyone was settling in for what they thought was going to be a long night.

I still hadn't had what I expected labor pains to feel like but all of a sudden I had this overwhelming urge to push. The nurse told D. that he was to make sure I was breathing because if I was breathing then I couldn't push. I was busy trying to figure out how to trick D. into thinking I was breathing and pushing when bam again, there was no stopping me pushing. The nurse was grabbing Bre as the Dr walked back into the room. 6:57 pm Wednesday January 15 1986 Charlotte North Carolina - my life changed forever.

Twenty-three years later and she still melts my heart! In 5th grade she said she wanted to be a sailor in the Navy....or....a dolphin trainer :). At 17 she signed up for the Delayed Entry Program and hasn't looked back. She knows what she wants and goes after it. She's the best thing I've ever had a part of.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

This Is The Pits

Ok - ya'll know Rob is home right now. At least until the start of Feb if not longer. And you know I usually only get to see him once every 4 - 6 weeks.

So....I'm taking advantage of him while he's home for so long. And by advantage, I mean "advantage" *insert lascivious eyewaggle here

I've deleted this next part and re-written numerous times because this is funny but I don't want anyone to go "TMI, TMI!" so here goes......while being frisky (NOT Frisque!) he rubs my armpits! I'm thinking "what the hell! I shaved!", so lastnight, after a few of these armpit rubbing sessions, I can't take it any longer. I'm say "Stop! What in the hell are you doing? Do you suddenly have a pit fettish that I need to be aware of? I freaking shave, ok and I use deodorant! Maybe not on Sundays, but still...... (the shaving part, not the deodorant part)"

So here's the story - he was listening to a station on satellite, probably Maxim or Stern, who knows. And some woman on there said that the pits was an erogenous zone for women. So he, my loving, goofy, doof of a husband, gets it in his mind that this is something I must have been wanting my whole adult life. Someone to stroke my pits, yeah that's what's been missing from my life! Not!

So ladies and men, if you're partner starts doing something that is wigging you out, just stop and ask. It's probably something as simple as some dorcas on a talk show giving bad advice!

Friday, January 2, 2009

A Man Who Cries is Sexy

I don't care what anyone says, a man that is comfortable enough in his own skin to cry during a movie turns me on. *grin

We went to see Marley and Me lastnight. Tears are streaming down my face because I don't want Rob to know how hard I'm crying so I don't wipe them away. It wouldn't do any good anyway, as I have many that would just take their place.

I notice Rob's hand is holding mine a little tighter and then his knee starts bouncing. When Rob gets emotional he becomes a knee bouncer. I always kid him that, that is his "tell". So I surreptitiously look over and "awwww" Rob's got tears glittering in his eyes. And then one falls over his lashes and slowly treks down his cheek. He doesn't see me looking, but raises our hands and without thought brushes it away. I now have a tear resting on my knuckle and a melted heart. *sigh

Loved the movie. Had a great New Year with a good party to boot. Hope everyone else did too! I'll probably be back to post about the Great Partini New Year's party of 2009 :) later. We're leaving for Springfield now so I've got to get my behind in gear.