Showing posts from June, 2007

Stinkin' Froink

Dad's foot/leg have been swelling for a while now. He thought he had a blood clot a few weeks ago, but they didn't find any with the ultrasound. Today he went for another and they did find one near his knee. Apparently, the technician said his doctor would be called and in touch with Dad to tell him what to do, but as of right now know one has told him what to do. Since the weekend is coming, and since Ang is smart, they called HealthLine and the nurse told them to take Dad to emergency right away. (Which is what he was told the last time they thought he had a blood clot.) So... Mom and Dad and Ang will be in emergency tonight while his doctor sits around watching a movie and twiddling his thumbs, because he either hasn't been informed or doesn't feel like doing anything about it on the long weekend.

I have to say. My trust factor for doctors right now is at about mmmmm... 10%. And they only get 10% for knowing what to do. I have 0% trust that they will actually do it.


It's not too fair.

These words have been despairingly wailed in our house a few times over the last few months... "It's not fair! I said it's not fair Mummy! You made me cry!" It seems that Benjamin has finally found his inner toddler. When he was first learning to talk one of his favorite things to say was, "It's not too fair!" Which was so cute. He had no idea what it meant. He got it from a song he heard on Treehouse, and used to walk around saying it to himself. He had the order of the words mixed up, which made it even cuter. And he couldn't say his R's. Sigh. He was so cute. Don't tell Ben this, but I still think he's cute when he yells "It's not fair!" in frustration. I know what he means. Sometimes I feel like yelling the same thing.
Our yard is a pretty good example of unfairness in action. I stink at yard work. I like mowing the lawn. I like chopping things down. I like killing weeds with chemicals, but I am not a gardener by any str…

Where have I been all your life?

I'm back. I know it's been a while and I'd like to say I missed you but... Actually, I did miss you. A big wet mwah to all of you out there, and an update since I can't think of anything interesting to say but I wanted you to know I am still alive.

While I was gone a few things have happened...

Dad taught Ben to fish and started yet another obsession that I may need to control with medication. (New post coming.)

Sammy started talking.

Kim gave me a fancy award on her blog.

Shirley got some work done without me here to distract her.

Ang went camping. I'm not sure if she survived or if she fell off her air mattress and is laying at the bottom of some lake since she hasn't bothered to call me or update her status on facebook.

So that's it. That's the best I can do for now. I am not a big fan of the newsy post telling you about all the things I've been doing and will be doing, but it's all I've got and I'm guessing all you're gonna get for the …

Rock. On.

Here is an example of the general sorts of things Ang and I like to do when we're together.

At Least No One Got Hurt...

... Wait. That's not entirely true. But no one got seriously hurt.

I seem to have acquired a pruning addiction. Recently, it got a little out of control and my friend Shirley and I went on pruning binge in my backyard. We were both a little hung over afterwards, large parts of the day are missing, Ben dropped pruning shears on his toe, Sam fell off the deck, and somehow we both ended up with tattoos.
This "tree" used to be a rather large and imposing group of bushes. Now it is just a rather large and imposing pile of branches. Notice the size of the paddling pool compared to the size of the pile beside it. There is one back behind the "tree" that is about twice as big. I should tell you that all of this pruning happened in under an hour with numerous declarations of "I should stop. Take these things from me! Okay, I'm done. I'm stopping. Let's just go have lunch."
This part is a bit blurry. I seem to remember taking a hammer and hitting our m…

For Glen...

Sigh... I want to go back there don't you?

Lots of Hands

Tomorrow I am going to apply for a job for the first time in years. I hate job hunting. It makes me feel nauseated, and I'm not really even hunting. I'm just applying because it's there, and it seems like a good idea to at least look into going back to teaching. The truth is... I'm torn.

On one hand, I love being home with my boys. I feel that since we aren't desperate for the money it's the best place for me to be. I can't handle the thought of a stranger raising my child during the day, every day. I want to be here.

On the other hand, sometimes I feel very closed in. I want to pursue my dream of teaching. I want to make a difference in the lives of students. This weekend one of the students I worked with as a T.A. came for a visit. While I know that every student can't become a long term part of my life, this is what I want. I want my students to see me as more than a teacher. I want them to see me as a mentor and a friend. I want to inspire them.

On th…

Just because...

I have nothing new to say. Not on here anyways.I'm having one of those days. Ben is testing me. I had a confrontation with someone I love. I got some disappointing news regarding something I was looking forward to. It was one of those days when my emotions seem raw and exposed and I wish I was anyone but me.

So, to cheer myself up, and because I can't figure out if this should go on Ben's blog or Sam's, here's a picture of my boys playing with their adorable cousin Noah. I love this picture. It's one of my all-time favorites. We're talking cuteness times three. Plus, check out Sam's tongue.