Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Quiet But Not Always Peaceful

I got some unexpected quiet time this morning.  David was heading out the door and Jeff was having a little fit because he wanted to be with his daddy.  This scene usually ends with David having to leave and Jeff waving bye bye daddy through tear stained cheeks a I try to distract him.  All while avoiding spilling my hot coffee on him because I am usually holding my I love mom mug when all this transpires.  But today David said put his shoes on and he can come with me.  I don't think anyone could get a pair of sandals on a toddler faster.  Don't get me wrong, I adore my son.  But morning quiet time is a precious commodity and I will not waste any opportunity to get it.  I get Jeff's sandals on and bring him out to David's truck and say, "Here you go.  He wanted to be with his dad.  Thanks!" David says to me, "Yeah he's sick of you."  Of course that leads me to ponder the question can your kids get sick of you. I will wait for all of you with older kids to get up from the floor when you fell there laughing and finish my thought.  Can kids this little really get tired of their parents?  I think it has more to do with the dad being the "fun"one out of the pair of us.
Anyway, I didn't spend too much time dwelling on it.  I liked the answer I came up with and I was alone so did I really care how I got that way?  Ummmm, no.  Ahhh, peace and quiet.  What shall I do?  Well the dishwasher needs to be emptied.  I can do that a lot quicker with Jeff gone.  Ok, that's done.  Now I can clean up the breakfast dishes and wipe down Jeff's high chair tray.  That's a lot easier without a toddler pulling on your legs or trying to push you away from the sink so you won't stand there.  That's always funny when he tries that one.  If only the dishes would magically do themselves.  Now off to change the sheets in Jeff's crib.  But I don't have time to wash his blanket before nap time and the spare is in the laundry too.  Shoot-guess that will have to wait.  Back downstairs to make my Target list.  Gotta figure out when to get there.  Probably Thursday since Jeff has his 18 month checkup tomorrow.  Ok, let's sit and enjoy your coffee now.
Damn, its gotten cold.  Dump that one out and make a fresh cup.  It doesn't taste as good if you warm it up in the microwave.  Now, let's sit and have a nice cup of oh the boys are back.  My quiet time is done.  And I didn't manage to sneak any peaceful time in there.  Oh well, at least I got some things done.  Now to get Jeff down for a nap and hop in the shower so I can scoot out to acupuncture.  Whoever said stay at home moms have it easy should have their own comedy central special.  Yeah, they are that funny.  Note the heavy sarcasm.  Until next time.......

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

You're Eating What??

I was flipping through the channels the other night and a show on TLC caught my attention.  It's called Freaky Eaters.  It followed right after the show My Strange Addiction.  It's like a two hour glimpse into a world our mother's cautioned us about.  The kinds of people we were told not to stare at when we saw them in public.  Yet somehow it's ok to make a tv show about them.  On the strange addiction show people have tendencies to a menagerie of oddities.  This particular show I found myself watching had one woman who ate couch cushions, yes the foam inside the cushions, one woman who ate ajax, and one woman who ate toilet paper.  It was sickening but fascinating at the same time.  The ajax lady lost all her teeth from eating the cleaner.  She had been doing it for 30 years.  The cushion eating lady refused to stop even after seeing a therapist and being rushed to the ER.  She simply switched from couch cushions to the less obvious eating the padding in her bras.  She had eaten 2 couches and a chair since she started eating the cushion.  The toilet paper lady would open a package in the store of a brand she hadn't tried and would eat it right there!
As if this wasn't weird enough, then I got sucked into the show freaky eaters.  Its one of those things where you want to stop looking but you just can't.  It's akin to rubber necking at a traffic accident or looking at the bearded woman in your local supermarket.  You know you should look away but a morbid curiosity that is stronger than us takes over and keeps our eyes glued.  So, the definition of a freaky eater per the show is someone who obsessively consumes a certain food to the detriment of their health.  This particular episode featured a lady who put tartar sauce on everything.  EVERYTHING!!  She put it on her cereal in the morning, she put it on her sandwich at lunch, she put it on her cheetos, she drank it out of the bottle.  Yes, she was drinking out of the squeeze bottle.  She kept a bottle in her purse at all times.  She consumed a bottle a day of tartar sauce.  Now don't get me wrong.  I find no fault with tartar sauce.  I enjoy partaking in this delicious condiment myself.  In the right context of course.  Which is fried seafood.  I will dip any french fries or onion rings in it as well that accompany the seafood but that is where I draw the line.  As I think most people would.  Many people think I am weird for dipping my french fries in the tartar sauce, but you need to keep the flavor going.  To dip the fries or rings in ketchup breaks up the flavor and just makes it all messy.  Easier to keep with the one.  Damn, now I want fried seafood for dinner and I have pork chops marinating to be grilled!  Oh, well some other time.  And we all know I will get it because now I am thinking about it.
This freaky eater show got me to thinking about any other weird flavors I may enjoy.  I have to say that I may have some peculiar tendencies but nothing that would warrant a spot light on the show.  I mean is dipping steak in thousand island dressing that strange?  Some roast beef sandwiches come with it on it.  Is it that far of a stretch from steak to roast beef?  It's all beef right?  I think I am far more strange with my texture issues than any tendency towards one particular food item.  And I sure as heck would not be able to eat the same thing to that excess.  Well, maybe pizza but even that I couldn't eat all day every day.  Hmm, good thought to ponder.  Til next time........

Monday, June 13, 2011

Lend Me Your Eyes

Friends, Romans, Countrymen lend me your ear.  Or in my case lend me your eyes.  Not for too long.  Just long enough to read today's edition then they are all yours again.
I had to go to the dermatologist today.  I made the appointment a couple of weeks ago when I found a troubling spot on my head.  Ok, that's a slight bending of the truth.  This spot had been bothering me for a couple of days.  I will spare you the details of how it was bothering me.  I said to David, "Take a look at his would ya.  You think I need to go see the doctor?"  He took one look at it and said, "Yes!!!"  So, I called and made the appointment.  I knew I needed to go to the doctor but yet I waited until I asked David to see what he thought.  Isn't it funny how we do that?  Like we need to have someone else say ooh that looks bad before we acknowledge what we already knew.  I mean would we even be asking someone to look at it if we didn't already know that it was abnormal?  So, like any dermatologist it is so hard to get an appointment.  The only exception I have ever found was when I made an appointment for Jefferson.  He got in right away.  
I spent the next two weeks after I made the appointment alternating between hoping it stayed as bad as it was and hoping it went away so I didn't have to go at all.  I mean how many times do you make an appointment to see the doctor and by the time you get there your issue is resolved?  Then you just look like a hypochondriac.  And who wants to have their doctor thinking they're crazy.   I knew it would probably have to come off.  What was worrying me was how we was going to do it.  
The morning was crazy.  I needed to get to the grocery store and get back home before I had to get Jeff over to David.  David's schedule is so crazy that some days just giving me an hour to run to an appointment takes a lot of finagling.  So, I get it all done and get to the doctor's office a whole 15 minutes early.  Hmmm, what should I do?  I play a couple of hands of words with friends( the new game I am addicted to) and then head inside.  They have a Rachael Ray cooking show playing so I spend my time between gazing at the tv and reading on my phone.  Did you know that kindle has free books??  I just discovered that the other day.  And I think it is pretty cool.  I am reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.  What is ironic is that I have had the actual book sitting on my bookshelf for probably 4 years and all it took was for it to be free on my kindle app for me to read it.  What's good is that I can flick back and forth from reading on my phone and reading the actual book.  Best of both worlds I say.
Then the little old lady calls me to my room.  This lady is a real hot ticket.  I have seen her there before.  All she really does is bring people to their exam room and clean up after they leave.  I just think it is great that she is always put together.  She has her hair done and make up on and trendy clothes.  Today was a sweater and jeans.  She has got to be in her 80's and there she is.  I think its great.  So, as she is bringing me to the room she stops and says to me that I have the "loveliest face".  I can't make this stuff up.  So I say thank you and smile.  Then she goes on and says, "When you smile your whole face lights up and it's just lovely.  I don't say that to many people but with you it's true."  So, I tell her that she has just made my day.  Is there any better way to make your day fabulous?
The doctor comes in and we attempt at small talk.  This doctor of mine does not have the best bedside manner but he is a great doctor.  That's a sacrifice I am willing to make.  We aren't friends, he is there to treat me.  I don't need the chit chat and small talk.  So, I show him my problem and he says, "Oh yeah, we need to take that off."  So, of course now I am trying to stay cool but my heart is pounding and my mind is racing.  How is he going to do that?  Is it going to hurt?  Don't forget to ask him the questions you had about after care.  See, I had questions about how to care for it prepared.  I knew it would be coming off.  I was worried he was going to burn it off with liquid nitrogen.  Now, it's been a while since I have had that done but I clearly remember it not being pleasant.  I am trying to prepare myself when he says the golden words of I will numb it with lidocaine and cut it off.  Most people would be freaking out about that.  But not me.  I am so happy I can barely contain myself.  All the while trying not to let my relief and happiness show so he thinks I am a freak who likes pain.
It all works out well.  I remember my questions.  It's not complicated to take care of it.  All in all it was a successful visit.  Well, if you consider leaving with a hole in my head success.  Til next time......

Friday, June 10, 2011

How Hard Is It?

Ok all of you pervs get your minds out of the gutter.  The title of this blog is in no way a reference to anything like that.  It is in fact a valid question.  One that I find myself asking several times a day.  Actually said more times than I can count today.  So, I am in the mood to gripe.  I certainly hope you are all in the mood to listen.
First, how hard is it to rearrange shelves at a store when the store is closed?  Seems like a simple fix right?  I was at Target today picking up some items on sale that we regularly use. Good time to pick up such things.  I'm so smart.  Jeff and I are maneuvering around the store gathering the items off my list when one of the items that I wanted was not where it is usually located.  Hmm, that's odd I think to myself.  It's usually right here.  Then I take a good look at my surroundings and realize nothing in that section is where it usually is.  So, I ask an associate where they put it.  Now, I have two bumbling idiots( I know that's kind of harsh but let's call a spade a spade) Looking around and scratching their heads.  Then they proceed to start looking through boxes while mumbling I know I saw it in here.  Finally to put them out of their misery I just ask when the shelves will be done so I can come back.  I get the exasperated look and the I have no idea response.  So, I ask are we talking about days here or what?  He says hopefully by tomorrow afternoon.  I walk away talking to Jeff like I always do when we are out and say to him, "Why can't they do this when the store is closed?"  A lady not too far from me voices her agreement.  It really is ridiculous when you think about it.
How hard is it to find kids sneakers that aren't incredibly overpriced?  I don't want to pay $40 for a pair of shoes that he will wear for a couple of months.  I also refuse to buy him any character sneakers.  I also refuse to buy him pieces of junk that look cute but will probably be bad for his feet.  I have been to so many stores looking for said sneakers only to leave each one with a growing sense of frustration.  It seems like every kid in a 5 mile radius of me is a size 6.  Either that or there was a sale and some extreme couponer bought every last pair.
How hard is it to let someone cross the street when they are IN A CROSSWALK?  This happens to me every time I am out for a walk or run with Jeff.  I am considerate enough to go out of my way to use them.  Foolishly thinking that it will protect me somehow.  It's like people speed up when they see you entering the crosswalk.  Like if they just go faster they will be able to avoid letting you cross.  Wtf people.  They are there to let people safely cross the street.  I usually end up yelling at them and then get the subsequent look.  Who cares if I look like a crazy person.  I am in the right on this one.  Isn't it always great when one side lets you cross but the other side doesn't want to?  Then you have one side glaring at the other.  You can just see their faces going "why are you letting her cross".  I got places to go.  Well, so do I people.  And I am the idiot standing there jogging in place while you debate over whether or not to do the right thing.  Which is the law by the way.
So, that's my how hard is it list for today.  Once again all you pervs stop snickering.  Eh, go ahead.  I knew what I was doing when I typed that title.  Til next time.........

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

What Was That!

Hello my fans and followers.  Are you getting ready for the heat?  It's a coming.  Thankfully it will only be brutal for a couple days before it goes back to an acceptable hot.  I don't know how people survived before ac.  I guess you had to if you didn't know any better, right?
So, I skipped the grocery store yesterday and opted for a longer run.  What's nice is that I have made my route pass by the rehab David is working on so I get to say Hi on my way by.  What I may want to do is alter my route slightly on trash day.  Especially in this heat.  Wow, that is an unpleasant aroma to say the least.  Since I skipped the store yesterday, Jeff and I made the trek today.  I have had a hankering for steak tips on the grill so I needed to pick those up with some marinade.  We had to go today because we were out of milk.  Both skim and whole so neither of us could steal a little from the other to get by.  When I have a hankering for a particular food I usually envision a particular flavor.  Makes sense right?  So, I pondered the choices of marinade in front of me and made what I thought was a good choice.  The key word there being thought.  I got home, put all the perishables away and got out my Ziploc bag ready to marinate the steak tips.  It was a shock to me when I opened the bottle.  Thankfully I took a sniff out of it first before I dumped it into the bag.  WOW-- it smelled just awful!!  Not bad, awful.  Now I am in full panic mode because what am I going to do?  So, I call David and tell him I NEED his help.  That got his attention, haha.  I threw some ingredients into the Ziploc bag that David said to use and am hoping for the best.  I have been thinking about these steak tips for a few days now and I will be oh so disappointed if they don't taste like I am expecting them to.  How much does it suck though to buy a full bottle of marinade and now that you're just going to throw it out?  I can't return it because there is nothing wrong with it other than that its flavor doesn't appeal to me.  I hate wasting.  It really makes me crazy.
Other than the horrible bottle of marinade I bought my trip was otherwise uneventful.  There was your usual parade of crazies and old ladies googling over Jeff's blue eyes.  I tell you it is such a treat to get in and out of Market Basket in a timely fashion with no major snafoos.  Gotta love it.  I'll let you know how my slap dash marinade works out.  Til next time........

Monday, June 6, 2011

Hello Stranger

Wow, it has been a while since we were together.  I admit it is all my fault--don't ever tell my husband I am capable of uttering those words.  It would upset the balance of our relationship.  Enough about him, more about me.  I mean back to us.  They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.  Here's hoping there is some merit to that statement.  I truthfully have not had much to say.  Let me qualify that statement.  I have had plenty to say, when don't I, it just hasn't been blog worthy.  My chatter has been more like static in the background or Charlie Brown's teacher.  There but not quite important enough to warrant full listening.  Let me give you an example.
I recently found out that my beloved lady doctor is leaving the practice I go to.  I actually found out from a friend well before I was notified by the office.  I found myself hoping that since I hadn't received the "letter" that maybe oh maybe it wasn't true.  I think we can all see the fallacy in that line of thinking.  The inevitable letter arrived and has now provided me with an absurd quandary.  Since I would like to have another baby following her isn't an option since she will no longer be providing that service.  I will go back to her once my reproductive years are complete but for now I will stay in the practice.  So, I need to switch my doctor over.  Not a big deal right?  But I don't need to have an appointment until January.  So, do I call now and tel them to switch my care and explain that I don't need an appointment.  And risk sounding like an idiot or do I wait until I need an appointment and hope they can still find my chart since it was at a different office.  See what I am saying?  This is the chatter that has been occupying my brain but it really is more like static in the background.  It's what makes me me but not really what I think you are all looking for from this blog.  Or maybe it is and I am just mind f'ing the crap out of it again.  That my friends is a distinct possibility.
My life has been just that people, my life.  Nothing thrilling or new as of late.  I was perseverating the other day, and yes I really was, about why is it when you have let go of something it seems to immediately pop back into your life.  I have a friend that I have sporadically talked to over the past year.  Sporadic is actually a generous term.  I have seen here maybe 3 times and we only live about 25 minutes from each other.  I had come to the conclusion that I just wasn't a priority in her day to day life.  Yeah, it sucked to think I wasn't being thought of or not thought of that way, but that's life.  We have no control over any one else or what they may think or do.  I had gotten comfortable with the idea and then like I said let it go.  Two weeks ago I had gotten an email from her, that is her chosen form of communication, giving me dates that she was free to talk and I should give her a call.  Well, I didn't.  Not intentionally, I am just in a rhythm with my routine with Jeff and it didn't pop into my conscious mind to call.  I get a message from her that said, "I guess we didn't get to talk so maybe next week".  So now I feel the need to explain why I didn't call and proceed to say when I am free to chat.  I don't hear from her.  I text her, email her with no reply.  Finally I call again and get  no answer.  Crazy isn't it that just a few weeks ago I was ok with our friendship fizzling out and now here I am like a puppy chasing its tail.  David calls it "living in your head rent free".  It's so true too.  So, after 2 weeks of this I am concerned that something bad has happened in her life or maybe she is just busy.  I have done what I can and its time to let it go.  I bet I'll be hearing from her any day now.  Haha
So we haven't been together but you honestly haven't missed much.  I am planning a quick trip to Market Basket to grab some dinner ingredients for tonight then a run.  Hopefully these trips will provide some fodder for my next installment.  Til next time.........