July 30, 2007
July 27, 2007
As a matter of fact, I do talk this way. I really do. Just in case you missed the subject matter of that last post, it concerns taking care of five children. Combine that with the fact that I haven’t set foot in a classroom that wasn’t my daughter’s in many years and I’m lucky to form any complete sentences at all! Thank you so much for pointing out the error of my ways and I’d like to apologize for those 30 or 40 seconds it took you to read my blog that you will never get back. Time that could have been much better spent picking on five-year-olds with speech impediments or tripping blind people at intersections.
People like you really do make the world a better place! If only you wouldn’t have just been ‘anonymous’ and told us who you were instead. Then I could give you a proper ‘thank you.’
Leann I Am
July 26, 2007
This is more exciting than cable!
And here are their finished products:
July 25, 2007
July 24, 2007
I think her price tag was around $400.00. I did get a discount and after a couple of paychecks and some graduation money she was mine. I didn't have her long when I realized that she not only hated most people, but children and other pets as well. She was horrible. I loved her. If she let someone within a few feet of her without freaking out, that person could do almost anything with her. She would hang by your finger while you flipped her upside down and swung her back and forth. You could cup your hand around her back and cradle her in your hand like a baby.
She even took showers with me. She would climb down the shower curtain and stand in the full-force of the shower head like she needed it to wake up like she needed her coffee. Boy, did she love her coffee! Kylie would hop down from wherever she was to snag a sip of my coffee. She would actually perch herself on the brim of the mug and guzzle down the coffee. The whole time she would be laughing hysterically.
Kylie didn't talk much. Though she did say a few words here and there was much more obvious how much she screamed. Maybe it was all the coffee.
Anyhow, I ended up leaving her at my parents' house when I got my first apartment. I couldn't see being able to stay in an apartment with a bird that loud. Plus, I had had my oldest by then and wasn't too fond of the idea of keeping her anywhere near the baby. She would attack anything she didn't like, which was pretty much everything. She would go after my mom's German Shepherd and grab ahold on one of his toes. Luckily, my mom and I were both right there. I grabbed the dog's head (which was so big he could have easily swallowed that bird in one gulp!) while my mom pryed her little beak off his toe.
Like I said, she wasn't afraid of anything.
I couldn't have Kylie in an apartment, but that didn't stop me from having tarantulas, rats, love birds, snakes, etc. Reptiles are the best pets for apartments. They don't make noise, shed fur, or even smell most of the time.
I used to have the neighbors over when it was time to feed my Ball Python. It was like the Discovery Channel, but live.
So, back to yesterday...I was suprised at how nervous I was trying to catch that snake! I had been bitten by that same variety more than a few times. It had just been so long since I had been that close to a snake. Add that to the fact that this was still a wild animal and I had a few butterflies in my stomach!
This little guy was at least a good four feet long and flawless! There was not a scar or tick to be seen. I had a wire coat hanger bent like a hook and tried to pick him up with that first. He was warm, so he was quick. He slithered off the hook before I could even get the rest of him off the ground. He then scurried around a corner and got all wound up behind a drain pipe. Now, those of you who have handled snakes know how they are basically one, big muscle. He was all 'balled up' in just the right spot and that hook was not getting ahold of any part of him. Finally, I just grabbed him with a pillow case and pulled him inside of it. We left the kids to play in the fenced-in yard while my neighbor and I walked to the back of where our properties meet.
We let him go there. Hopefully, he'll keep his distance from the houses. I definitely like knowing he is nearby. California King Snakes eat mice, frogs, lizards and other snakes. Their specialty is rattle snakes. They are immune to the venom of a 'rattler' and can eat one almost as big as they are.
Now, that's the kind of snake we all should want to have around. I just wish they were welcome in the house!
July 23, 2007
We hear a lot about breast cancer these days. One in eight women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in their lifetimes, and there are millions living with it in the U.S. today alone. But did you know that there is more than one type of breast cancer?
I didn’t. I thought that breast cancer was all the same. I figured that if I did my monthly breast self-exams, and found no lump, I’d be fine.
Oops. It turns out that you don’t have to have a lump to have breast cancer. Six weeks ago, I went to my OB/GYN because my breast felt funny. It was red, hot, inflamed, and the skin looked…funny. But there was no lump, so I wasn’t worried. I should have been. After a round of antibiotics didn’t clear up the inflammation, my doctor sent me to a breast specialist and did a skin punch biopsy. That test showed that I have inflammatory breast cancer, a very aggressive cancer that can be deadly.
Inflammatory breast cancer is often misdiagnosed as mastitis because many doctors have never seen it before and consider it rare. “Rare” or not, there are over 100,000 women in the U.S. with this cancer right now; only half will survive five years. Please call your OB/GYN if you experience several of the following symptoms in your breast, or any unusual changes: redness, rapid increase in size of one breast, persistent itching of breast or nipple, thickening of breast tissue, stabbing pain, soreness, swelling under the arm, dimpling or ridging (for example, when you take your bra off, the bra marks stay – for a while), flattening or retracting of the nipple, or a texture that looks or feels like an orange (called peau d’orange). Ask if your GYN is familiar with inflammatory breast cancer, and tell her that you’re concerned and want to come in to rule it out.
There is more than one kind of breast cancer. Inflammatory breast cancer is the most aggressive form of breast cancer out there, and early detection is critical. It’s not usually detected by mammogram. It does not usually present with a lump. It may be overlooked with all of the changes that our breasts undergo during the years when we’re pregnant and/or nursing our little ones. It’s important not to miss this one.
Inflammatory breast cancer is detected by women and their doctors who notice a change in one of their breasts. If you notice a change, call your doctor today. Tell her about it. Tell her that you have a friend with this disease, and it’s trying to kill her. Now you know what I wish I had known before six weeks ago.
You don’t have to have a lump to have breast cancer.
P.S. Feel free to steal this post too. I’d be happy for anyone in the blogosphere to take it and put it on their site, no questions asked. Dress it up, dress it down, let it run around the place barefoot. I don’t care. But I want the word to get out. I don’t want another young mom — or old man — or anyone in between — to have to stare at this thing on their chest and wonder, is it mastitis? Is it a rash? Am I overreacting? This cancer moves FAST, and early detection and treatment is critical for survival.
July 22, 2007
July 21, 2007
In fact, one of my favorite stain-fighting secrets is some stuff I pick up at the dollar store. It smells just like ammonia. In fact, it may very well be ammonia. I don't care either way but I do know that it's the only thing that gets breastfeed baby poop stains out of white onesies. It can't conquer all stains, but it definitely has its uses in my home.
So, there are a few spots on my carpet that haven't come out with my usual artillery. So, I picked up some of that 'OXY' stuff. One of the stains might be coffee. All I know is my usual weapons of choice didn't touch it. I mix the solution as directed and pour it onto the stains, one at a time. I allow it to sit for the recommended number of minutes and used a white towel to blot the stain out, as instructed.
I couldn't tell right away whether the stuff worked or not since it left a wet spot that was obviously darker than it was going to be. Well, wouldn't you know that the stupid stuff made a clean spot in my carpet, which I noticed the next day?
What the heck is up with that???
Now I have to find some sort of similar solution to try to clean the entire room with that stuff. It works really well. I guess you could say almost too well.
I just wish it didn't make more work for me in the process! Plus, are we really that filthy here?
July 20, 2007
Nothing to disconnect, no effort required.
You simply slide the old roll off...
...and slide the new one on!
Sounds simple enough, doesn't it?
So, then why do I find THIS
when I go into my bathroom?
I honestly don't think they could make it any simpler.
July 16, 2007
I'm sorry, but Carrie from 'King of Queens' is my new hero! I could be wrong on this, but I get the feeling that that conversation is pretty true-to-life. She certainly took the words out of my mouth!
And the children are no better.
"Mom, we're out of (insert food or any other consumable item)
"No we're not. There is a brand new thing of it in the (insert location)
"No, Mom. There is none here. It's all gone."
Whatever it might have been, it didn't jump up and start yelling, "HERE I AM!!! I'M RIGHT HERE!!! YOU HAVE TO MOVE SOMETHING TO SEE ME, BUT I'M HEEEEEEERE!!!"
Therefore, it did not exist in her world.
I'm also tired of being a 'tour guide' in my own house.
I'm not alone here, am I?
July 14, 2007
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July 4, 2007
4YO sinks like a stone in the water, but can navigate the entire pool perfectly well with one of those 'noodle things.' I mostly took this picture to show off her hair. I was very proud of myself for actually doing the hair of the two littlest ones. I'll admit that most days I let them run around like little ungroomed cave children.
Since 4YO thinks she can swim, so does 1YO. This is where it gets interesting, because 4YO really is on the verge of keeping her own head above the water. 1YO on the other hand...she has quite a way to go and is almost as confident as her older sisters. This is the part of me that's glad we don't actually have our own built-in pool.
This is 4YO after we're done swimming. As much as she loved it, I think her thirst for it went away with her actual thirst by swallowing half the pool. She was tired and ready to go home and eat some more sugary snacks.
This is 11YO when it's time to go. She's getting to that age where she's starting to withdraw and pout a little for no really apparent reason. I'm sure it just comes with the age. However, if that age also brings 'eye rolling' along for the ride, you'll be sure to see me on the news!
This is 1YO when it's time to get out of the pool. She was not happy with that and would probably still be there shaking and turning blue, practicing climbing from the top step to the bottom step. Then, going back up to the top step and out of the pool, only to do the whole thing over again. If nothing else, she is a perfectionist when it comes to her stunts!
My whole family has, apparently, abandoned me to go to bed. I am right behind them. After all, I ate too much, drank too much diet cola, and feel like I haven't slept in a week!
July 3, 2007
I have been, up until today, completely unaware that such a thing even existed. I was completely oblivious to the fact that regular old mayo wasn't heavy enough for some people.
"Hey, sweetie. I see you're buying some mayo. Let's get the 'extra heavy' stuff instead. My @$$ just isn't large enough."
Do these people actually exist? To top it off, it only comes in a gallon size at Sam's Club! A full gallon of extra heavy mayonnaise....now all of my dreams have come true!
My @$$ is growing just looking at the picture! We don't even buy the regular stuff because I calculated the Weight Watcher's Points and a serving of the regular stuff is three points and the same amount of the light stuff is 1. Mayonnaise is something I'm willing to sacrifice for the sake of my thighs.
Perhaps the 'mayonnaise gods' were unhappy with my jokes, because a card table flew out the back of my parents' van when I opened the hatch and landed on the tops of my feet. They are now swollen and purple.
And I thought I had high insteps before....