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Kids are Funny Funny Creatures

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This morning was Logan’s Kindergarten play.  My son was so completely Logan that I’ll never forget it.

First, I get there, and because Logan has GrandmaPapaRadar, he wasn’t in line where he needed to be – he was “mingling.”  I walk in, and him and his little friend ambush me to set up a play date.  I say maybe in a non-committal tone, and try to shuffle them off to their class line for the big show.  Logan is very dramatic, in a very very sincere way.  Which can either be a kick, or just break your heart, or just wanna break him.  Anyway, he turns around, throws himself into my arms, and say “Mommy, I am just so glad you’re here.”  Then he sighs, and gets in line.  The mom in front of me started giggling.

So, there they are…  He’s singing his little heart out.  And then?  Oh No!  Wardrobe malfunction…  He kept having to wrap his scarf back around his neck.  It would NOT stay up (winter theme – hats, scarves etc.)  Every once in a while he’d get a little scared, but then he’d make eye contact with me, and calm down.  And he played the tambourine (on beat – I’m sorry that’s impressive at 5.)  He kept waving at us.  We quickly learned to wave back immediately…  Otherwise he’d just keep going until you do.

Then…  It’s his turn to get up and say his line.  There’s a bit of a shuffle of children to get into their places.  Apparently, grandma turned her eyes off of him for one minute.  And his GrandmaPapaRadar knew this.  So, from the middle of the quiet stage (while they’re setting up) he puts his little hands around his mouth (to be louder, don’t you know) and yells at the top of his lungs, “I’m up here grandma!” Then waved his hands over his head like he was bringing in aircraft.  He definitely provided the levity of the morning.

Especially when at the end of the show, in the middle of the stage, he needed to readjust the family jewels.

Sigh.

But I’m telling you…  At the end, when we were applauding for him, that same small aircraft could have been brought in by the wattage of the smile he had on his face.  He can embarrass me all he wants if it brings him that much unadulterated pure joy.

Confusion

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So.  I am dealing with something at work.  No, I can’t talk about it – I don’t want to get fired.  Let’s just say that I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t.  There are trust issues involved, legal issues involved.  In the end everything may be great, or I might not have a job.  I really just don’t know.  And it’s giving me a lot of anxiety.  I’m praying – and the answer I’m given is Hold.  Just hold.  So that’s what I’m doing.  I don’t need this – I’m getting put to sleep on Monday for a procedure!  Come on!  I’ve got other priorities here!  But the situation is there and not going away, and it’s making me feel like crap.

The ol’ Update Post

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So.  As always from a longer absence I need to post an update.

Nothing much to report on the kids…  They’re in school, we’re keeping an eye on them and all their issues.  And they are so very much boys.

My parents are still the same.  Mom’s not going to get much better than she is, but I think everyone knows that.  I did speak with them and “forced” them to give me an answer on some things I think are important.  Things like – are you amenable to a nursing home (no,) burial or cremation (not sure – probably cremate,) and life saving measures (use your best judgment.)  I already know about their monetary arrangements for after death.  If they BOTH become really ill, or one of them passes on, I’ll talk to them about putting me on their accounts to make taking care of them easier.  Certainly a morbid conversation, but one that needs to happen when you’re in the sandwich generation.  I’m a planner and a worrier, so this actually put me at ease.  Even though they want me to be the one to make some calls – I’m ok with that, because I know that THEY’RE okay with that.  But in general they’re doing ok.  They have another cruise in April – Lord help me.

Poe’s doing great…  Still working etc.  Nothing of particular note – although he did win some money in a football pool – which he is incredibly excited about.

And me.  hmmm.

Work is going ok.  Had a bit of bad disconcerting news.  I was lined up to take over for my boss when she moves back across the country.  Well, that’s not going to happen now. My boss is staying.  Which is actually good for her, because of some valid things going on in her personal life, but which kind of put the kabash on some of my monetary plans to get me home sooner.  I’m still kind of getting over that.  Plans change.  It was never a concrete deal, but now I have to figure out a different plan of attack.

I now author two other blogs.  One, which you already knew about, Special Needs Kids.  The other one happened during my technical hiatus, Stars Behind Bars.  So, one has social worthiness and the other so does not.  I’m also working on a review blog, which isn’t ready yet, but I’ll let you know when it is, as I plan on doing giveaways and such.

The last bit of news…  Some back story…  over a year ago, I went to the doctor, because my stomach was acting up on a regular basis, which also morphed into chest and arm pain.  I had an abnormal EKG, so I did a stress echo.  My heart was apparently fine.  So, I was diagnosed with acid reflux disease.  I was put on a drug – basically a double dose of prevacid.  Fast forward to about a week ago…  I decided to move to my prescription plan’s mail order plan for those drugs, but needed a new paper prescription in order to get that started.  I called the doctor’s office and he basically said – no.  I mean, yes, he would give me to prescription, but the bottom line is, that should have 1) healed me up, and 2) I shouldn’t have breakthrough pain on it.  So, he sent me to a gastroenterologist.  I have no idea if that’s spelled correctly.  I went.

Let me just put in a little bit of a bitchfest…  I haven’t been able to lose weight.  Eat normal, diet, doesn’t matter, I haven’t lost anything.  When dieting, I’m not cheating.  When not dieting, I’m not overeating, ’cause my stomach simply can’t handle it.  Doesn’t matter.  I tell this to the doctor.  “Losing weight is simply a matter of making a decision.  When a patient say they ‘can’t’ I don’t believe them.  They just haven’t made a decision.”  I wished to smack him.

Anyway…  There’s some pressure on palpation and I shouldn’t have pain on the meds I’m on.  So, on Monday, I will be getting an endoscopy.  Basically, I’ll be asleep, and they’ll pump my stomach full of air, and take a camera down there.  They’re going to look around and see if they see ulcers, lesions, tumors, or bacteria, and they’ll also take a biopsy.  So.  We’ll see how that goes.

That’s the grand update.

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I normally don’t do memes.  It may have something to do with coming up with the answers – it may have something to do with the fact that I have never been tagged.

I’ve been tagged.

And since the chickie who tagged me  just had a baby girl, I have to.  She’s in a delicate state, you see.

Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random things, habits or goals about yourself. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged.

  1. I had a crush on NKOTB.  I may have squealed when I found out about a potential reunion, but I’ll never tell.
  2. I have two tattoos, and I’m considering a third.
  3. I used to have an eyebrow piercing.  The only thing keeping me from having it redone is, I actually do work in an office, regardless of the industry.
  4. I don’t watch TV much at all.  So – I order TV series seasons at a time from Netflix and watch them all at once.
  5. I’m teaching myself to sew.  Like, with a sewing machine.  It’s very intimidating.
  6. I want to be a stay-at-home mother.  Neither random, nor secret, but I’m running out of things here.
  7. I have this secret yearning to put everything out there.  I don’t care.  Or I do care, I just can’t help myself.  One or the other.  Hence, the blogging.
  8. I actually use Perez Hilton as a source on one of my blogging gigs.  In what world is this normal?
  9. My children are just like Poe and I…  Meaning Joseph looks and acts just like his father, and Logan looks and acts just like me.  People really comment on it when they haven’t seen them in a while.
  10. I have trouble sleeping if my cat Sassy doesn’t snuggle up to me first.  Why yes, I am a grownup.

And I tag… Anyone who ends up reading this – don’t know that I have 10 regular readers =)

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