The story of the muslim grandmother gets more bizarre as I tell you HOW she came to be muslim.
About a year ago my in-laws were over at our house for a family get together. We were talking about myspace and my MIL wanted to know what all the fuss over myspace was.
My sis-in-law was over as well. She and my daughter were busy fixing up their myspace pages. I mentioned that I have a myspace. I mostly have one to keep up with some friends from my old job and more importantly, to check up on my daughter.
Anyway, my sis-in-law showed my MIL her myspace and my MIL asked if we could help her make one. AS A JOKE (ha ha, turns out the joke is on us) we decided to make her a myspace page. At the time, she didn't really know much about the internet.
After making her a cool looking page we laughed about it, and then we all made her friends. (For those that don't know about myspace, you have a friends list and you have to accept people to be your friend.)
So, after we had our fun, she asked us what she does with it now. I told her to check it every couple of days and see if anyone left her a message. We all figured that she would just leave us silly messages and we would leave silly messages for her.
Well, we underestimated my MIL. Because she doesn't work outside the home, she has a lot of time home alone. She started spending more and more time on myspace. She started looking at other peoples pages and she actually started making friends.
After a while she felt the need to have a reason for her website. So she got on the bandwagon of peace, love and harmony. Sounds good right? Her website is all about everyone getting along and choosing to love one another. As of today, she has more than 4000 people on her site as friends.
I guess through all these people she met a muslim friend. She told us that she was witnessing to him and they were learning a lot from each other. Turns out, he talked her into being muslim. Don't get me wrong, I believe she is studying up on it now. I've seen the books and so I know that she is studying it.
So, that's how she became muslim. My father-in-law is NOT muslim. He told her she can do what she wants, but she can't try and change him.
There is soooo much more to this, I can't possibly type it all out here. She has always been a difficult person to get along with. I could tell you stories of the way she treats people in the outside world and her own husband.
Frankly at this point, I just don't know WHAT we will do!
The story
So, as I said before, my mother-in-law has decided to become muslim.
Why should I care? She has the right to be whatever religion she wants..right?
Let me just say before going any further, that I am perfectly fine with people being whatever religion they want. I believe in the right to worship what ever and whomever you want. I say, to each his own.
With that being said.....
I am having a VERY hard time with this!!! I think this would make me a hypocrite. Am I really a hypocrite? Do I say all the politically correct things, but in my heart I don't mean them???
How can this be? I've never thought I was THAT person!
I can't help it! I can't help feeling this way. I think I have very valid reasons for feeling the way I do. But I can't help feeling bad for the way I feel.
In all actuality I don't know HOW I'm suppose to feel.
Anybody want to help me with this?
Heres the scoop.....
My MIL grew up in a very strict christian home. She raised her 3 children in a very strict christian home. Very bible thumping. Bossman wasn't allowed to have a normal childhood. He couldn't spend the night at others homes, he couldn't play sports in high school or go to dances or football games. He couldn't even go to the movies and thought that if he did he would be struck by lightning.
Lucky for him, I showed him that God would not strike us with lightning if we went to the movies.
As it turns out, Bossman has resentments about the things he missed out on as a teen.
The same woman that put all that stuff in his head, has now turned her back on this religion????
Furthermore, what do I tell my children? I'm mostly worried about the 9 year old, as he is the one that questions everything and he is the one we are still trying to raise as a christian. Obviously the almost 17 year old is old enough to make her own decision.
The biggest and most worrisome problem is that her political views are WAY, WAY off what Bossman and I believe. Again, everyone is allowed their own opinion on politics. BUT, when I leave my 9 year old to spend the night, please don't tell him that the Americans blew up the world trade center. PLEASE!
You can believe that if you want. Since this is not a political blog and I hate talking politics, I won't go into whether I believe that is true or not. But I will say this, IF, and I am saying this hypothetically, IF I did believe that the americans blew up the world trade center I would NOT tell THAT to a 9 year old.
Did I forget to mention, my MIL apparently has NO common sense! Doesn't seem obvious that you wouldn't say that to your 9 year old grandson? Because if you were to say that to him, what do you think he's going to worry about??? How about coming home and asking mom what she thinks the americans will blow up next? How about worrying about whether the americans will blow up his town?? How about THAT????
So, what are my options?
Do I keep the kids away from their grandparents? That seems a little harsh, but I can't trust her to use common sense.
Do I now have to study up on muslim so when my kids ask me questions I can answer them intelligently?
See, we are raising our kids christians. When they become adults they can make their own decisions but right now, it's my right and obligation to raise them the way I see fit. I would never tell my children they can't play with someone that is a different religion then them, but then again, I would be able to explain that they are being raised different. To me, that's not a problem.
The problem is, their GRANDMOTHER is a HUGE influence on them. She has always been a huge influence on them religious wise. It wasn't that long ago that my kids couldn't wait to go to church so they could sit by grandma. Grandma would sing with the wildchild in church almost every week. I mean, in front of the church.
So, what is the right course of action? My instinct is to limit their time with her and not let her be alone with them without my husband or I there. Amazingly enough, she doesn't say inappropriate things when we are there. She knows better. But she thinks that because she is the grandma she has the right to say whatever she wants to her grandchildren. I don't think she has that right! AM I right??
I don't know if I'm right. Bossman and I don't really know what we should do. He is VERY upset that his mom has done this. After everything she put him through, he doesn't understand this.
We've talked long and hard about it. We haven't figured out anything yet. Funny thing is, she's told everyone else in the family...including our kids, but she hasn't "officially" told us. She knows it's not going to be pretty when she does.
So...What would you do, dear readers, if this was happening to you??
Off to read up on muslims........
Why should I care? She has the right to be whatever religion she wants..right?
Let me just say before going any further, that I am perfectly fine with people being whatever religion they want. I believe in the right to worship what ever and whomever you want. I say, to each his own.
With that being said.....
I am having a VERY hard time with this!!! I think this would make me a hypocrite. Am I really a hypocrite? Do I say all the politically correct things, but in my heart I don't mean them???
How can this be? I've never thought I was THAT person!
I can't help it! I can't help feeling this way. I think I have very valid reasons for feeling the way I do. But I can't help feeling bad for the way I feel.
In all actuality I don't know HOW I'm suppose to feel.
Anybody want to help me with this?
Heres the scoop.....
My MIL grew up in a very strict christian home. She raised her 3 children in a very strict christian home. Very bible thumping. Bossman wasn't allowed to have a normal childhood. He couldn't spend the night at others homes, he couldn't play sports in high school or go to dances or football games. He couldn't even go to the movies and thought that if he did he would be struck by lightning.
Lucky for him, I showed him that God would not strike us with lightning if we went to the movies.
As it turns out, Bossman has resentments about the things he missed out on as a teen.
The same woman that put all that stuff in his head, has now turned her back on this religion????
Furthermore, what do I tell my children? I'm mostly worried about the 9 year old, as he is the one that questions everything and he is the one we are still trying to raise as a christian. Obviously the almost 17 year old is old enough to make her own decision.
The biggest and most worrisome problem is that her political views are WAY, WAY off what Bossman and I believe. Again, everyone is allowed their own opinion on politics. BUT, when I leave my 9 year old to spend the night, please don't tell him that the Americans blew up the world trade center. PLEASE!
You can believe that if you want. Since this is not a political blog and I hate talking politics, I won't go into whether I believe that is true or not. But I will say this, IF, and I am saying this hypothetically, IF I did believe that the americans blew up the world trade center I would NOT tell THAT to a 9 year old.
Did I forget to mention, my MIL apparently has NO common sense! Doesn't seem obvious that you wouldn't say that to your 9 year old grandson? Because if you were to say that to him, what do you think he's going to worry about??? How about coming home and asking mom what she thinks the americans will blow up next? How about worrying about whether the americans will blow up his town?? How about THAT????
So, what are my options?
Do I keep the kids away from their grandparents? That seems a little harsh, but I can't trust her to use common sense.
Do I now have to study up on muslim so when my kids ask me questions I can answer them intelligently?
See, we are raising our kids christians. When they become adults they can make their own decisions but right now, it's my right and obligation to raise them the way I see fit. I would never tell my children they can't play with someone that is a different religion then them, but then again, I would be able to explain that they are being raised different. To me, that's not a problem.
The problem is, their GRANDMOTHER is a HUGE influence on them. She has always been a huge influence on them religious wise. It wasn't that long ago that my kids couldn't wait to go to church so they could sit by grandma. Grandma would sing with the wildchild in church almost every week. I mean, in front of the church.
So, what is the right course of action? My instinct is to limit their time with her and not let her be alone with them without my husband or I there. Amazingly enough, she doesn't say inappropriate things when we are there. She knows better. But she thinks that because she is the grandma she has the right to say whatever she wants to her grandchildren. I don't think she has that right! AM I right??
I don't know if I'm right. Bossman and I don't really know what we should do. He is VERY upset that his mom has done this. After everything she put him through, he doesn't understand this.
We've talked long and hard about it. We haven't figured out anything yet. Funny thing is, she's told everyone else in the family...including our kids, but she hasn't "officially" told us. She knows it's not going to be pretty when she does.
So...What would you do, dear readers, if this was happening to you??
Off to read up on muslims........
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I'm in a blogging funk. I don't have anything funny or witty to say. I don't have anything important to say in comments. I'm in "blah" land.
Life itself is fine. Everyone is fine. The little man is back to football. The wildchild is busy, busy, busy, being a senior and taking extra night classes to make up for classes previously failed. Bossman is busy at work and I, well, I am busy being babysitter to the worlds cutest baby.
But that doesn't leave me anything to blog about. I log into blogger almost every day. I have great titles to new posts. Great titles.
I got nothing after the title.
Spanking hasn't really happened around here. Life just doesn't seem to be making it happen for us. Thats ok.
So, what to talk about.........
I could talk about the weather. The weather report yesterday said it would be cool, hot, cool, hot. What the heck kind of weather is that? Frankly, California has the most boring weather. Don't get me wrong. It's usually very nice. Matter of fact, I don't own a winter coat. My winter coat is a flannel jacket. Mittens? What are those? Boots? Nah, I'll just wear my tennis shoes, thank you.
Actually, if it starts raining in California, it's a massive news story....
Welcome to the 6'00 news and Storm Watch 08'. Today it was raining all the along the coast. Lets join Sonya on location, Sonya?
Thanks Drew! I'm Sonya Summerview and I am out in the rain. Well, it isn't raining at this exact moment, but it could actually start raining again any second.
That's right, it actually got the roads wet today. If we pan the camera down, we will see the first puddle of Storm Watch 08'. Wow, can you believe the size of the puddle? It's at least 5 inches in diameter. People have been coming from miles away to see the first puddle of Storm Watch 08'. If the "rain" keeps up, this puddle could multiply. We could see puddles of this magnitude all over the region.
blah blah blah....That's the weather in California. B-o-r-i-n-g!
I miss having seasons. I miss the cold weather. Do you know that 2 christmases ago it was 80 degrees on Christmas eve? I was baking christmas cookies in a tank top and shorts. There is no such thing as packing away your summer clothes for the winter.
I know I shouldn't complain. In the summer it's 75 and in the winter it's 70.
See, told you I had nothing to write about.
Told you!
Life itself is fine. Everyone is fine. The little man is back to football. The wildchild is busy, busy, busy, being a senior and taking extra night classes to make up for classes previously failed. Bossman is busy at work and I, well, I am busy being babysitter to the worlds cutest baby.
But that doesn't leave me anything to blog about. I log into blogger almost every day. I have great titles to new posts. Great titles.
I got nothing after the title.
Spanking hasn't really happened around here. Life just doesn't seem to be making it happen for us. Thats ok.
So, what to talk about.........
I could talk about the weather. The weather report yesterday said it would be cool, hot, cool, hot. What the heck kind of weather is that? Frankly, California has the most boring weather. Don't get me wrong. It's usually very nice. Matter of fact, I don't own a winter coat. My winter coat is a flannel jacket. Mittens? What are those? Boots? Nah, I'll just wear my tennis shoes, thank you.
Actually, if it starts raining in California, it's a massive news story....
Welcome to the 6'00 news and Storm Watch 08'. Today it was raining all the along the coast. Lets join Sonya on location, Sonya?
Thanks Drew! I'm Sonya Summerview and I am out in the rain. Well, it isn't raining at this exact moment, but it could actually start raining again any second.
That's right, it actually got the roads wet today. If we pan the camera down, we will see the first puddle of Storm Watch 08'. Wow, can you believe the size of the puddle? It's at least 5 inches in diameter. People have been coming from miles away to see the first puddle of Storm Watch 08'. If the "rain" keeps up, this puddle could multiply. We could see puddles of this magnitude all over the region.
blah blah blah....That's the weather in California. B-o-r-i-n-g!
I miss having seasons. I miss the cold weather. Do you know that 2 christmases ago it was 80 degrees on Christmas eve? I was baking christmas cookies in a tank top and shorts. There is no such thing as packing away your summer clothes for the winter.
I know I shouldn't complain. In the summer it's 75 and in the winter it's 70.
See, told you I had nothing to write about.
Told you!
H-M-O, Hell's medical options...
Guess what??
The little man did NOT break his elbow!
This after countless hours on the phone and at the doctors, trying to get him in to see a specialist because NOBODY seemed to be able to read the x-rays.
Ok, they can read x-rays, but they couldn't see if there was a crack or not because of the swelling. There wasn't much swelling on the outside, but they showed me a black spot on the x-ray where the fat came away from the bone. They tell me this is probably blood pooling up in there causing a bruise. We took another x-ray a week later and the black spot is almost gone and they don't see a crack.
This is all very good news, but it still hurts him, so we are keeping it in the splint for another week until we get a final x-ray determining that everything that was said was true!
Of course, if it truly is not broken then he will go back to football in a week or two! HOORAY! The whole season is not lost!
I won't even tell you the HMO horror story this time. It's long, it's boring, and frankly it was just a pain in the ass. We never did get to see the specialist, but the specialist DID look at the x-ray! HMO's SUCK!
I'm pretty sure that HMO stands for HELL's Medical Options. I'm sure if I were to travel to hell right now, I would find a room full of people sitting on the phone trying to get medical attention. Yep, this room would be the torture room and only those that were EXTRA bad would be sent to this room. You would be sent to the room for ALL eternity, on the phone, battling the doctors and the insurance companies. You would be transfered to the next available customer service rep, only to be put on hold with elevator music. Once in a while you would get the recording that says:
Your call is very important to us. Please stay on the line for the next available representative. Your call will be answered in the order it was received. Then you would hear the music. I'm all out of love, I'm so lost with out you, I know you were right for leaving me so long....
OVER and OVER again!
Listen people, I've BEEN there!!! I know what it is like on the dark side and I don't EVER want to go there again. It's BAD people, REALLY BAD!
Well that's all I've got. Stay tuned next week when we dive into the wonderful world of PPO's. Are they better or do they just cost more?
The little man did NOT break his elbow!
This after countless hours on the phone and at the doctors, trying to get him in to see a specialist because NOBODY seemed to be able to read the x-rays.
Ok, they can read x-rays, but they couldn't see if there was a crack or not because of the swelling. There wasn't much swelling on the outside, but they showed me a black spot on the x-ray where the fat came away from the bone. They tell me this is probably blood pooling up in there causing a bruise. We took another x-ray a week later and the black spot is almost gone and they don't see a crack.
This is all very good news, but it still hurts him, so we are keeping it in the splint for another week until we get a final x-ray determining that everything that was said was true!
Of course, if it truly is not broken then he will go back to football in a week or two! HOORAY! The whole season is not lost!
I won't even tell you the HMO horror story this time. It's long, it's boring, and frankly it was just a pain in the ass. We never did get to see the specialist, but the specialist DID look at the x-ray! HMO's SUCK!
I'm pretty sure that HMO stands for HELL's Medical Options. I'm sure if I were to travel to hell right now, I would find a room full of people sitting on the phone trying to get medical attention. Yep, this room would be the torture room and only those that were EXTRA bad would be sent to this room. You would be sent to the room for ALL eternity, on the phone, battling the doctors and the insurance companies. You would be transfered to the next available customer service rep, only to be put on hold with elevator music. Once in a while you would get the recording that says:
Your call is very important to us. Please stay on the line for the next available representative. Your call will be answered in the order it was received. Then you would hear the music. I'm all out of love, I'm so lost with out you, I know you were right for leaving me so long....
OVER and OVER again!
Listen people, I've BEEN there!!! I know what it is like on the dark side and I don't EVER want to go there again. It's BAD people, REALLY BAD!
Well that's all I've got. Stay tuned next week when we dive into the wonderful world of PPO's. Are they better or do they just cost more?
Spanking anyone??
I would like to thank all the little people for waiting out the drought with me. Without you all my life would have been mundane and boring. I would never have survived such a long time without your little stories and thoughts. You were all my inspiration for carrying on with my life without spanking. By little people I mean all of you. Of course I know you aren't little, but since I'm on top of the world looking down, you all look rather small today! HA!
So, for todays menu, we started off with a lovely shower. The shower was warm and soapy, as all good showers should be. There was plenty of scrubbing, and plenty of rubbing, in ALL the right places. One of my most absolute favorite things to do in the entire world is to have Bossman give me a shower. Bossman takes care of me from head to toe, and I just float along in a soapy, steamy haze. It is truly the one time where he is totally focused on me and me alone and I just get drunk on soap fumes.
The second course was a spanking. I feel the need to share the fact that I am on my period this week. This certainly puts a damper on the whole sex thing. So I was quite surprised by this whole morning. So anyway, back to the spanking. We were in the bedroom and I thought Bossman was going to get ready for work. Instead he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me over his knee. ACK! Remember my virgin butt?? It's not used to getting spanked, so even the hand spanking was pretty painful. I tried to get up numerous times, but he kept me over his lap for quite awhile. Although it was hurting, I will admit, it was quite fun. For some reason the word that keeps coming to my mind is...YUMMO!
After my tush was nice and tender and warm, he flipped me over and told me that he decided I was getting a spanking and an orgasm today. Wow. Could I ask for anything more? I THINK NOT!
So, after some rather yummy rubbing and touching and sucking, dessert came and it came HARD!
Needless to say, I have a wonderful morning.....
So, what's new with you?
So, for todays menu, we started off with a lovely shower. The shower was warm and soapy, as all good showers should be. There was plenty of scrubbing, and plenty of rubbing, in ALL the right places. One of my most absolute favorite things to do in the entire world is to have Bossman give me a shower. Bossman takes care of me from head to toe, and I just float along in a soapy, steamy haze. It is truly the one time where he is totally focused on me and me alone and I just get drunk on soap fumes.
The second course was a spanking. I feel the need to share the fact that I am on my period this week. This certainly puts a damper on the whole sex thing. So I was quite surprised by this whole morning. So anyway, back to the spanking. We were in the bedroom and I thought Bossman was going to get ready for work. Instead he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me over his knee. ACK! Remember my virgin butt?? It's not used to getting spanked, so even the hand spanking was pretty painful. I tried to get up numerous times, but he kept me over his lap for quite awhile. Although it was hurting, I will admit, it was quite fun. For some reason the word that keeps coming to my mind is...YUMMO!
After my tush was nice and tender and warm, he flipped me over and told me that he decided I was getting a spanking and an orgasm today. Wow. Could I ask for anything more? I THINK NOT!
So, after some rather yummy rubbing and touching and sucking, dessert came and it came HARD!
Needless to say, I have a wonderful morning.....
So, what's new with you?
Just when you thought life was getting boring...
I was enjoying the ho-hum of life. I was enjoying a drama-free environment. Life was humming along at a nice pace. The kids are back in school, the wildchild is doing great and the little man is doing great in football.
Maybe I should say, WAS doing great in football.
Last night at practice, the little man fractured his elbow.
Yep, nice little fracture that takes him out of football for the remainder of the season.
~sigh~ Does it ever end?
Seems the little man fell on his elbow wrong when making a tackle. Luckily Bossman is the head coach, so he was right there when it happened. Of course I was there too. We rushed him to the Urgent Care, which of course, had a million people ahead of us. Bossman called the ER to see if they were busy, but they were super busy and suggested we just stay where we were. I think we got there at 7 and finally left at 9:45. I suppose less than 3 hours for a wait isn't TOO bad.
The fracture isn't too bad, but I need to take him to the orthopedic doc so they can take a good look at the x-ray. It hurt him a LOT when it first happened, but as we waited it seemed like the pain was going down and he seemed to be getting better, so we were hoping that they were just going to tell us he sprained it or strained it. BUT NO! After waiting 2 hours for an x-ray, they tell us it looks like a fracture.
Anyway, he seemed to sleep ok last night, and didn't ask for any pain meds until this morning. I think the most upsetting part for him is not getting to play football. When they told him it could take up to 6 weeks for it to heal, he started to cry. My poor little man. Such a tough guy when it comes to the actual injury, but broke down when he found out he can't play the rest of the season. This next game was going to be the game that all the grandparents and aunts were going to come watch him play.
~sigh~
I guess I have to dig out that nurses uniform again. If only I could get paid a nurses salary!
Maybe I should say, WAS doing great in football.
Last night at practice, the little man fractured his elbow.
Yep, nice little fracture that takes him out of football for the remainder of the season.
~sigh~ Does it ever end?
Seems the little man fell on his elbow wrong when making a tackle. Luckily Bossman is the head coach, so he was right there when it happened. Of course I was there too. We rushed him to the Urgent Care, which of course, had a million people ahead of us. Bossman called the ER to see if they were busy, but they were super busy and suggested we just stay where we were. I think we got there at 7 and finally left at 9:45. I suppose less than 3 hours for a wait isn't TOO bad.
The fracture isn't too bad, but I need to take him to the orthopedic doc so they can take a good look at the x-ray. It hurt him a LOT when it first happened, but as we waited it seemed like the pain was going down and he seemed to be getting better, so we were hoping that they were just going to tell us he sprained it or strained it. BUT NO! After waiting 2 hours for an x-ray, they tell us it looks like a fracture.
Anyway, he seemed to sleep ok last night, and didn't ask for any pain meds until this morning. I think the most upsetting part for him is not getting to play football. When they told him it could take up to 6 weeks for it to heal, he started to cry. My poor little man. Such a tough guy when it comes to the actual injury, but broke down when he found out he can't play the rest of the season. This next game was going to be the game that all the grandparents and aunts were going to come watch him play.
~sigh~
I guess I have to dig out that nurses uniform again. If only I could get paid a nurses salary!
RANT
Ok, this is a rant about a church. Just to clarify things, I am a Christian and I go to church regularly. This rant is NOT about my church. If you feel a rant about a church will upset, please feel free to click on one of the links on the side.
Now, lets let the ranting begin...shall we???
GGGGGRRRRRR...... I am so mad I could spit! Ok, I did spit and I'm still mad!
Here's the story. You all know that my sister recently had a baby. Not that I'm biased but he is probably one of the cutest babies EVER!!! He has the cutest little cubbie cheeks. He's got the cubby baby legs....WAIT...this is NOT about how adorable my nephew is!
Ok, Let me start the rant over.
My sister is unmarried. I KNOW! Lets all be shocked at the fact that my sister had a baby out of wedlock. Things like this just don't happen in todays world...do they??
My sis also lives with the babies daddy. AGAIN, shock! Close your mouths, I know it's shocking, but it's TRUE!
Now, my sis is planning a wedding. (After reading Ambers blog, this is making me nervous) But it's not happening until next summer.
ANYWAY, stop getting me off track, I'm trying to have a rant here!
So, my sister wants to have her baby dedicated in church. Do you see where this is going???
Now, my sis is not religious. The babies daddy goes to a non-denomination type church. My sister was starting to attend with him. They planned a baby dedication. They had the date and time. They had a bbq planned for after. It was all set!
So today, my sis comes to pick up her very cute and cubby little boy. (can you tell I'm in LOVE with this baby??) She is NOT happy. She says, the dedication is off.
Apparently, this church has said she can't dedicate her baby because she is living in sin with the babies daddy. SIN people. I would like to ask any of you reading this that are perfect and without sin to PLEASE e-mail me. I would REALLY like to meet YOU!
My sis was devastated. She could care less what everyone thinks of her, but for goodness sake, do we have to take it out on the baby?? What does this mean? Her baby isn't good enough for GOD because she is living in SIN??? GGGGGRRRRR
So, I called my own church. I asked my pastor what he thought. He said he would be happy to have a baby dedication. He said that anyone that is even thinking about religion for their child is doing a good thing.
Here's the bottom line. A baby dedication doesn't get you to heaven. A baby dedication is just the parents of an innocent child dedicating themselves to trying to raise their baby with God in their life.
It isn't a life and death situation, but in that moment, when my sister looks at me with tears in her eyes and asks me, why do they have to take it out on her baby? I realized that some people just have no heart.
I've always thought that church was the place where SINNERS go. Church was a place where you weren't supposed to be judged. Church is suppose to be a safe place. I realized today that even in church, you are not safe. You are still judged. You are still criticized for the way you live your life. It's just not fair.
I don't know whether my sister will accept the offer my church has given her. Although she was happy to know that not everyone in the world would shun her or her son, I think she may decide she doesn't need it. I DO know that my sister will NOT be attending that church that shunned her.
Sometimes I hate this world. It sucks. It's mean, it's hateful and it's full of pain. Do any of you remember the Coke commercial from the 70's? They are singing...
I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony, I'd like to buy the world a coke and keep it company.
If only life could be like the commercials. We'd have hot chicks with beer, we'd have perfect harmony AND we'd all have really cute cars.
That and great b-o-l-o-g-n-a!
*shew* rant is over!
Now, lets let the ranting begin...shall we???
GGGGGRRRRRR...... I am so mad I could spit! Ok, I did spit and I'm still mad!
Here's the story. You all know that my sister recently had a baby. Not that I'm biased but he is probably one of the cutest babies EVER!!! He has the cutest little cubbie cheeks. He's got the cubby baby legs....WAIT...this is NOT about how adorable my nephew is!
Ok, Let me start the rant over.
My sister is unmarried. I KNOW! Lets all be shocked at the fact that my sister had a baby out of wedlock. Things like this just don't happen in todays world...do they??
My sis also lives with the babies daddy. AGAIN, shock! Close your mouths, I know it's shocking, but it's TRUE!
Now, my sis is planning a wedding. (After reading Ambers blog, this is making me nervous) But it's not happening until next summer.
ANYWAY, stop getting me off track, I'm trying to have a rant here!
So, my sister wants to have her baby dedicated in church. Do you see where this is going???
Now, my sis is not religious. The babies daddy goes to a non-denomination type church. My sister was starting to attend with him. They planned a baby dedication. They had the date and time. They had a bbq planned for after. It was all set!
So today, my sis comes to pick up her very cute and cubby little boy. (can you tell I'm in LOVE with this baby??) She is NOT happy. She says, the dedication is off.
Apparently, this church has said she can't dedicate her baby because she is living in sin with the babies daddy. SIN people. I would like to ask any of you reading this that are perfect and without sin to PLEASE e-mail me. I would REALLY like to meet YOU!
My sis was devastated. She could care less what everyone thinks of her, but for goodness sake, do we have to take it out on the baby?? What does this mean? Her baby isn't good enough for GOD because she is living in SIN??? GGGGGRRRRR
So, I called my own church. I asked my pastor what he thought. He said he would be happy to have a baby dedication. He said that anyone that is even thinking about religion for their child is doing a good thing.
Here's the bottom line. A baby dedication doesn't get you to heaven. A baby dedication is just the parents of an innocent child dedicating themselves to trying to raise their baby with God in their life.
It isn't a life and death situation, but in that moment, when my sister looks at me with tears in her eyes and asks me, why do they have to take it out on her baby? I realized that some people just have no heart.
I've always thought that church was the place where SINNERS go. Church was a place where you weren't supposed to be judged. Church is suppose to be a safe place. I realized today that even in church, you are not safe. You are still judged. You are still criticized for the way you live your life. It's just not fair.
I don't know whether my sister will accept the offer my church has given her. Although she was happy to know that not everyone in the world would shun her or her son, I think she may decide she doesn't need it. I DO know that my sister will NOT be attending that church that shunned her.
Sometimes I hate this world. It sucks. It's mean, it's hateful and it's full of pain. Do any of you remember the Coke commercial from the 70's? They are singing...
I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony, I'd like to buy the world a coke and keep it company.
If only life could be like the commercials. We'd have hot chicks with beer, we'd have perfect harmony AND we'd all have really cute cars.
That and great b-o-l-o-g-n-a!
*shew* rant is over!
virgin butt lives on
Well, so far there has been a lot of talk and not a lot of action. My butt is still virgin and I haven't even done the laundry! ~sigh~ What's a girl gotta do (or not do) to get a spankin' around here??
Actually, truth be told, I did do the laundry. I say that because I don't want ya'll to think I don't take care of my family. Why they feel the need to have clean clothes and dinner, I'll never know.
So, now I'm off....
Off to clean??? the house? YUCK!
Actually, truth be told, I did do the laundry. I say that because I don't want ya'll to think I don't take care of my family. Why they feel the need to have clean clothes and dinner, I'll never know.
So, now I'm off....
Off to clean??? the house? YUCK!
Believe it or not.....
Life has become mundane and boring.....
HOORAY, I'm loving it!
The wildchild got her stitches out yesterday. Her throat is great and she is back to talking on the phone all night and random singing! It's so nice to hear her singing again. She is in 2 choirs at school and she is having a GREAT time. She actually brought home a test from school that was a perfect score! I was so excited I told her I was going to put a happy face sticker on it and put it on the fridge for everyone to see!
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Bossman stated today that he would like to start spanking again. He also stated that tomorrow he would start with a warm up, since I have a virgin butt! He also stated that he would like clean underwear and socks. Does this mean I have to do some laundry? HHHMmmmmmm..... I'll have to think about that one.
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What's up with blogroll? Has it suddenly decided to work? Have you SEEN all the blinking butterflies by my links? Blog roll has either decided to start working OR, everyone has decided to start blogging again! Either way, I'm a happy camper.
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I don't know about the rest of you, but I am IN LOVE with watching Big Brother. Am I the only one bothered with Ambers constant praying and crying? Don't get me wrong, I pray to God. I believe in God. But I don't believe that God cares that much about Big Brother. Am I the only one that thinks that Amber is giving Christians a bad name? What is the deal with kissing that necklace of hers? Furthermore, if you happened to catch Amber on the Power of 10, how does she NOT know what scrutinize mean? I'm so sick of her crying I could just scream!
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Football has started and it's off to a great start! In the first scrimmage of the season, my son, my little man, my little hunk of heaven, caught a pass! That's right, he caught a pass!
Ok, so he didn't run with it. He sort of fell on it because he didn't want to get tackled...LOL But still....HE CAUGHT it. They made about 6 yards off the play!
The first real game is this Saturday. I can't wait!
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Well, that's all I've got. Like I said earlier, life has become mundane and boring. Just the way I like it!
HOORAY, I'm loving it!
The wildchild got her stitches out yesterday. Her throat is great and she is back to talking on the phone all night and random singing! It's so nice to hear her singing again. She is in 2 choirs at school and she is having a GREAT time. She actually brought home a test from school that was a perfect score! I was so excited I told her I was going to put a happy face sticker on it and put it on the fridge for everyone to see!
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Bossman stated today that he would like to start spanking again. He also stated that tomorrow he would start with a warm up, since I have a virgin butt! He also stated that he would like clean underwear and socks. Does this mean I have to do some laundry? HHHMmmmmmm..... I'll have to think about that one.
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What's up with blogroll? Has it suddenly decided to work? Have you SEEN all the blinking butterflies by my links? Blog roll has either decided to start working OR, everyone has decided to start blogging again! Either way, I'm a happy camper.
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I don't know about the rest of you, but I am IN LOVE with watching Big Brother. Am I the only one bothered with Ambers constant praying and crying? Don't get me wrong, I pray to God. I believe in God. But I don't believe that God cares that much about Big Brother. Am I the only one that thinks that Amber is giving Christians a bad name? What is the deal with kissing that necklace of hers? Furthermore, if you happened to catch Amber on the Power of 10, how does she NOT know what scrutinize mean? I'm so sick of her crying I could just scream!
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Football has started and it's off to a great start! In the first scrimmage of the season, my son, my little man, my little hunk of heaven, caught a pass! That's right, he caught a pass!
Ok, so he didn't run with it. He sort of fell on it because he didn't want to get tackled...LOL But still....HE CAUGHT it. They made about 6 yards off the play!
The first real game is this Saturday. I can't wait!
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Well, that's all I've got. Like I said earlier, life has become mundane and boring. Just the way I like it!
Sorry
SORRY I HAVEN'T BLOGGED FOR A WHILE,
MY CAR NEEDED WASHING AGAIN.
I WENT TO THE CAR WASH AND
I HAD TO HAVE THEM REWASH
THE CAR 3 TIMES...THEY KEPT MISSING SPOTS...
SO IF YOU DON'T HEAR FROM ME FOR A WEEK OR SO...
YOU'LL KNOW WHERE I AM.
Off to the car wash again!!!
MY CAR NEEDED WASHING AGAIN.
I WENT TO THE CAR WASH AND
I HAD TO HAVE THEM REWASH
THE CAR 3 TIMES...THEY KEPT MISSING SPOTS...
SO IF YOU DON'T HEAR FROM ME FOR A WEEK OR SO...
YOU'LL KNOW WHERE I AM.
Off to the car wash again!!!
Is there any such thing as "normal"?
The wildchild has gone back to school!
You don't know how happy this makes me. The doctor said she would have to be out all this week, but this weekend she was feeling fine. The minute she said she was bored, I KNEW she was OK!
The school is just around the corner, so if she does have a problem, I can be there in 3 minutes. I'm just so happy to see her up and about. Worrying about what to wear and how to fix her hair are things that I missed her doing. It broke my heart to see her so disappointed about not going back to school. She has been looking forward to being a senior all summer! It was just one disappointment after another.
So, finally, it looks like we are going to be normal again. (Whatever "normal" is!)
The little man is going back to school on Thursday. This is just GREAT! Seeing as how this was one of the worst summers we've ever had, I'm even MORE grateful that school is starting. I may even have to break out the back-to-school happy dance!
Bossman has made a few mentions that he might want to get back into the spanking thing. Hhhhmmmmm..... interesting! This has brought out two frames of mind.
Spanking hurts. I realize this and although it hurts, I still crave it. It still makes me feel all kinds of things that I can't explain. I LOVE feeling submissive. Spanking is the number one way to make me feel submissive. It also makes me feel more connected to Bossman. Somehow, when we incorporate spanking into our lives, our relationship is better. It's more loving. We are more in tune with each other. We seem to care more about the others feelings. We just seem to "click" better when we have spanking in our relationship.
My second thought is that having spanking in our life takes a lot more WORK! It's easy to just go about my day not worrying about things. Not worrying about making Bossman happy. I know, I should be worried about making him happy all the time, but it seems that without spanking, I just give up. I get the "who cares" attitude. I've gotten myself stuck in a rut. I don't like change. I like to know what is happening way in advance so I can plan. I want to be in control. How does a person that likes to be in control, get off on giving control to her husband?
I guess what it boils down to is this....
Relationships take work. Whether spanking is involved or not, you have to work to be happy. Not that we aren't happy, but we just aren't clicking. I guess I need spanking to put things in the right perspective.
So, I'm looking forward to starting this spanking thing again. But part of me is dreading it. Over this summer, I've gotten used to being lazy. I've been used to just doing my own thing, taking care of the kids, but not worrying about Bossman and me. With everything that has happened, we've put our relationship on the back burner. It's time to start thinking about us and our relationship. It can be so easy to get mired down in the drudgery of life. Now is the time to get out of the drudgery and start living again.
I really want to fall in love with my husband again.
Is that too much to ask?
You don't know how happy this makes me. The doctor said she would have to be out all this week, but this weekend she was feeling fine. The minute she said she was bored, I KNEW she was OK!
The school is just around the corner, so if she does have a problem, I can be there in 3 minutes. I'm just so happy to see her up and about. Worrying about what to wear and how to fix her hair are things that I missed her doing. It broke my heart to see her so disappointed about not going back to school. She has been looking forward to being a senior all summer! It was just one disappointment after another.
So, finally, it looks like we are going to be normal again. (Whatever "normal" is!)
The little man is going back to school on Thursday. This is just GREAT! Seeing as how this was one of the worst summers we've ever had, I'm even MORE grateful that school is starting. I may even have to break out the back-to-school happy dance!
Bossman has made a few mentions that he might want to get back into the spanking thing. Hhhhmmmmm..... interesting! This has brought out two frames of mind.
Spanking hurts. I realize this and although it hurts, I still crave it. It still makes me feel all kinds of things that I can't explain. I LOVE feeling submissive. Spanking is the number one way to make me feel submissive. It also makes me feel more connected to Bossman. Somehow, when we incorporate spanking into our lives, our relationship is better. It's more loving. We are more in tune with each other. We seem to care more about the others feelings. We just seem to "click" better when we have spanking in our relationship.
My second thought is that having spanking in our life takes a lot more WORK! It's easy to just go about my day not worrying about things. Not worrying about making Bossman happy. I know, I should be worried about making him happy all the time, but it seems that without spanking, I just give up. I get the "who cares" attitude. I've gotten myself stuck in a rut. I don't like change. I like to know what is happening way in advance so I can plan. I want to be in control. How does a person that likes to be in control, get off on giving control to her husband?
I guess what it boils down to is this....
Relationships take work. Whether spanking is involved or not, you have to work to be happy. Not that we aren't happy, but we just aren't clicking. I guess I need spanking to put things in the right perspective.
So, I'm looking forward to starting this spanking thing again. But part of me is dreading it. Over this summer, I've gotten used to being lazy. I've been used to just doing my own thing, taking care of the kids, but not worrying about Bossman and me. With everything that has happened, we've put our relationship on the back burner. It's time to start thinking about us and our relationship. It can be so easy to get mired down in the drudgery of life. Now is the time to get out of the drudgery and start living again.
I really want to fall in love with my husband again.
Is that too much to ask?
Home Again
So, things haven't been going so great for the wildchild. Everything was fine this weekend and we thought she was on the upswing. How wrong were we??
Monday evening, the wildchild was trying to decide what outfit to wear for the first day of school. On Sunday we managed to get a few hours of shopping in, and she just wasn't sure which outfit to wear. She had planned to spend the night at her friends on Tuesday so they could all go to school together on Wed. My, my, how things change in a matter of minutes. Actually, it was a few hours later, around 11:30 when she came in and said she was bleeding again.
Now the blood wasn't nearly as severe as it was last week. Within a matter of minutes the bleeding has stopped. Since it stopped fairly soon, we decided to wait until morning and call her doctor.
At 1:00 in the morning she came back into our room to tell us the bleeding was back. It was more than earlier, but still not as much as last week. In any case we decided to take her back to the ER.
Bossman took her in. The bleeding has stopped by the time they got there, but then it started again. Around 2:30 they got it stopped, but they decided to call in a specialist. Turns out the specialists don't come in until at least 6am. Bossman and the wildchild hung out in the ER until 6. At 6 Bossman called and said to get down there for they were admitting her and taking her to surgery. They decided to put some stitches. I arrived with the little man around 6:40. By 7am she was already in surgery.
They decided to keep her in the hospital until the following day. We got home yesterday around 1:00 in the afternoon.
Apparently, her blood count went pretty low, that is why they didn't send her home after the bleeding stopped. The doc told me yesterday that if her blood count had gotten any lower they would have had to do a blood transfusion. YIKES!
Seems the area that was bleeding was bleeding more than we thought. It was pretty far back in her throat and we are assuming that it was bleeding down her throat and she didn't even know it.
Anyway, we are home now and she is doing ok. It's a lot like starting over, her throat is very sore and she isn't really talking or eating much. It's not quite as bad as the first because it is only on one side. They are hoping she will be able to start school on Tuesday.
Of course this is all if she doesn't bleed again. They did say it takes about 4 weeks or so to get your blood count back up. So she will be extremely tired and weak, possibly light-headed, for awhile. The doc said she could take iron, but that tends to make people constipated and he would rather not risk anything else happening to her right now.
The bright side to this is, they treated us like GOLD! Apparently Bossmans complaint must have made an impression. Although she does have the rep of being the girl that passes out when given an IV, as overheard in the ER.
I hope this is the last crisis we will have. The wildchild doesn't believe she will ever get better. I'm trying really hard to keep her upbeat. I don't need her getting depressed.
Now, the fun begins. I get to fight with my insurance for them to make sure and cover all this. Because this all happened here, NOT with the doc that is 50+ miles away.
All this, and I still babysit my nephew. But I've subcontracted that job out to someone else. Think my sister will mind???
Monday evening, the wildchild was trying to decide what outfit to wear for the first day of school. On Sunday we managed to get a few hours of shopping in, and she just wasn't sure which outfit to wear. She had planned to spend the night at her friends on Tuesday so they could all go to school together on Wed. My, my, how things change in a matter of minutes. Actually, it was a few hours later, around 11:30 when she came in and said she was bleeding again.
Now the blood wasn't nearly as severe as it was last week. Within a matter of minutes the bleeding has stopped. Since it stopped fairly soon, we decided to wait until morning and call her doctor.
At 1:00 in the morning she came back into our room to tell us the bleeding was back. It was more than earlier, but still not as much as last week. In any case we decided to take her back to the ER.
Bossman took her in. The bleeding has stopped by the time they got there, but then it started again. Around 2:30 they got it stopped, but they decided to call in a specialist. Turns out the specialists don't come in until at least 6am. Bossman and the wildchild hung out in the ER until 6. At 6 Bossman called and said to get down there for they were admitting her and taking her to surgery. They decided to put some stitches. I arrived with the little man around 6:40. By 7am she was already in surgery.
They decided to keep her in the hospital until the following day. We got home yesterday around 1:00 in the afternoon.
Apparently, her blood count went pretty low, that is why they didn't send her home after the bleeding stopped. The doc told me yesterday that if her blood count had gotten any lower they would have had to do a blood transfusion. YIKES!
Seems the area that was bleeding was bleeding more than we thought. It was pretty far back in her throat and we are assuming that it was bleeding down her throat and she didn't even know it.
Anyway, we are home now and she is doing ok. It's a lot like starting over, her throat is very sore and she isn't really talking or eating much. It's not quite as bad as the first because it is only on one side. They are hoping she will be able to start school on Tuesday.
Of course this is all if she doesn't bleed again. They did say it takes about 4 weeks or so to get your blood count back up. So she will be extremely tired and weak, possibly light-headed, for awhile. The doc said she could take iron, but that tends to make people constipated and he would rather not risk anything else happening to her right now.
The bright side to this is, they treated us like GOLD! Apparently Bossmans complaint must have made an impression. Although she does have the rep of being the girl that passes out when given an IV, as overheard in the ER.
I hope this is the last crisis we will have. The wildchild doesn't believe she will ever get better. I'm trying really hard to keep her upbeat. I don't need her getting depressed.
Now, the fun begins. I get to fight with my insurance for them to make sure and cover all this. Because this all happened here, NOT with the doc that is 50+ miles away.
All this, and I still babysit my nephew. But I've subcontracted that job out to someone else. Think my sister will mind???
Just when you thought everything was better....
Just a quick update on the wildchild.
The bleeding came back. Bossman spent the night in the hospital with her and they admitted her this morning. They put her under again, and put more stitches.
She's out of surgery now, but it looks like we are back to square one. She WILL stay in the hospital today and tonight and probably come home tomorrow.
Unfortunately this means no school for her. Maybe next week if we are lucky!
Will update further later!
Thanks for any and all prayers and good wishes, my baby could use them.
HUGS!
grace
The bleeding came back. Bossman spent the night in the hospital with her and they admitted her this morning. They put her under again, and put more stitches.
She's out of surgery now, but it looks like we are back to square one. She WILL stay in the hospital today and tonight and probably come home tomorrow.
Unfortunately this means no school for her. Maybe next week if we are lucky!
Will update further later!
Thanks for any and all prayers and good wishes, my baby could use them.
HUGS!
grace
Random thoughts
Most of you know that Eva is having her surgery today. I have been thinking of her a lot. Surgery is such a scary thing. The doctors have to tell you every bad thing that could possibly go wrong. How are you suppose to relax and not worry when you have to think of all the bad stuff? Luckily, I've been over to PK's blog. She says that Eva is already out of surgery and is doing fine. I knew she would be fine, but you can't help but worry.
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My baby has spoken her first words and eaten solid foods this weekend! Why do I have a feeling that I should be writing that in her baby book??
She is finally doing better. She hasn't had any bleeding since the whole "incident". The ER director is suppose to call Bossman today to discuss what happened in the ER. Bossman relayed the story to the administration and they said the director would be calling Bossman. It's not that we are stupid. We realize that there were probably worse off people in the ER that night. I just don't like the ho-hum attitude that everyone seem to have. We didn't go there that night to buy toilet paper. Whenever someone goes to the ER, they obviously think they have a problem. It would be nice to have a little compassion. At least tell us that it's not that bad. Don't ignore the obvious blood. And don't get me started on the doctor. Since when do we take the word of a stranger and trust them to do what is best? Isn't it our job as a parent to make sure our child is getting the best treatment possible? Don't make us feel like idiots because we ask a few questions.
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Last week was the start of football! The little man has been conditioning all week and now he is sore. Bossman is the coach again only this year they have moved up a division. My little man isn't so "little" anymore. He grew 3 inches and gained more than 10 pounds this past year. For only being 9 years old, he's quite tall. That isn't surprising as I am 5'10 and Bossman is 6'4. The wildchild is 5'10 almost 5'11, so you can see, it defiantly runs in the family. How cute are little boys in football pads??? I know, footballs players aren't suppose to be CUTE. But those boys playing football is just too cute!
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Does anybody know what happened to spanking?? My blog claims to be a spanking blog. HA! I tried to go back in the archives and find the last time I got spanked. Guess what? I got bored and gave up. It just ain't happening around here. I hope that once school gets started things will get better. A woman can hope, can't she??
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School starts on Weds for the wildchild. She is a SENIOR!!! Why didn't anybody warn me how expensive it is to have a senior? I have to get senior portraits, yearbook, clothes, ASB card. Not to mention Senior announcements....
Anyway, I'm not old enough to have a senior in high school. I'm just a mere baby. Really, I AM!
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Want to make yourself feel really old? Go to myspace.com, look up people from your high school graduating class. All you have to do is type in the year you graduated and it will give you all the people that graduated from your school that year.
OMG! I saw people on there that are OLD! Seriously, I don't think I look that old. Sure, I've got a few minor wrinkles on my forehead, who wouldn't with all the worrying I do? But come ON! Some of those people look like, like, Oh, I don't know, they just look OLD! I found this guy on there that was a track star in high school. Now, he's bald, and fat. My eyes have been opened to the fact that I am in fact old. I have kids, I'm married. I'm a freakin' grown-up! Not sure when that happened, but WOW, what a shock. Someone should really warn us about these things. It seems to just sneak up on us. NOT FAIR!
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Hope you all have a good week. I'm hoping mine will be a lot quieter than last week.
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My baby has spoken her first words and eaten solid foods this weekend! Why do I have a feeling that I should be writing that in her baby book??
She is finally doing better. She hasn't had any bleeding since the whole "incident". The ER director is suppose to call Bossman today to discuss what happened in the ER. Bossman relayed the story to the administration and they said the director would be calling Bossman. It's not that we are stupid. We realize that there were probably worse off people in the ER that night. I just don't like the ho-hum attitude that everyone seem to have. We didn't go there that night to buy toilet paper. Whenever someone goes to the ER, they obviously think they have a problem. It would be nice to have a little compassion. At least tell us that it's not that bad. Don't ignore the obvious blood. And don't get me started on the doctor. Since when do we take the word of a stranger and trust them to do what is best? Isn't it our job as a parent to make sure our child is getting the best treatment possible? Don't make us feel like idiots because we ask a few questions.
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Last week was the start of football! The little man has been conditioning all week and now he is sore. Bossman is the coach again only this year they have moved up a division. My little man isn't so "little" anymore. He grew 3 inches and gained more than 10 pounds this past year. For only being 9 years old, he's quite tall. That isn't surprising as I am 5'10 and Bossman is 6'4. The wildchild is 5'10 almost 5'11, so you can see, it defiantly runs in the family. How cute are little boys in football pads??? I know, footballs players aren't suppose to be CUTE. But those boys playing football is just too cute!
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Does anybody know what happened to spanking?? My blog claims to be a spanking blog. HA! I tried to go back in the archives and find the last time I got spanked. Guess what? I got bored and gave up. It just ain't happening around here. I hope that once school gets started things will get better. A woman can hope, can't she??
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School starts on Weds for the wildchild. She is a SENIOR!!! Why didn't anybody warn me how expensive it is to have a senior? I have to get senior portraits, yearbook, clothes, ASB card. Not to mention Senior announcements....
Anyway, I'm not old enough to have a senior in high school. I'm just a mere baby. Really, I AM!
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Want to make yourself feel really old? Go to myspace.com, look up people from your high school graduating class. All you have to do is type in the year you graduated and it will give you all the people that graduated from your school that year.
OMG! I saw people on there that are OLD! Seriously, I don't think I look that old. Sure, I've got a few minor wrinkles on my forehead, who wouldn't with all the worrying I do? But come ON! Some of those people look like, like, Oh, I don't know, they just look OLD! I found this guy on there that was a track star in high school. Now, he's bald, and fat. My eyes have been opened to the fact that I am in fact old. I have kids, I'm married. I'm a freakin' grown-up! Not sure when that happened, but WOW, what a shock. Someone should really warn us about these things. It seems to just sneak up on us. NOT FAIR!
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Hope you all have a good week. I'm hoping mine will be a lot quieter than last week.
The drama continues!
WARNING: Before you read this post I should warn you, there is a lot of blood involved! Since I don't want to scare Eva, I want to warn Eva that she shouldn't really be reading this right before going to the hospital for surgery.
Consider yourselves warned!
I thought we were in the home stretch! I thought things were getting better.
I was wrong.
Around 8:30 last night, the wildchild jumped off the couch and scrambled for a piece of paper. She wrote, I'm bleeding but it's going down my throat and I can't spit it out.
Oh crap!
Then, she mad a made dash for the kitchen, it was closest, and blood started pouring out of her mouth.
Sort of like a horror show....
Only, this was real life....
and my daughter!
So, I immediately called the doctor, as this is what he told me to do.
He called right back. Thank goodness.
He said not to worry, but to take her to the ER in our town. (remember the 50+ miles?)
Bossman took her to the ER. I stayed home with the little man. This, it turns out, was a very good idea because things went from bad to worse at the ER.
Our ER has employed a security guard to man the front door. Apparently they think we are a big city and and a rent-a-cop will keep out the bad guys. They also apparently think that the rent-a-cop is also a doctor and can tell when things are an emergency.
So, when you go in, you have to fill out a paper explaining the problem so that rent-a-cop can give it to the triage nurse to determine if you are a true emergency.
Apparently, spitting up blood doesn't really matter.
So while the wildchild is spitting up blood, the r-a-c calmly and s-l-o-w-l-y walks over to give the paper to the nurse.
Now, Nurse Hatchett is busy with another patient. One that was NOT spitting up blood, I might add. Actually, this patient was on the way OUT! Nurse Hatchett, kept talking and talking and talking and ignoring r-a-c. Bossman was NOT too pleased with this little arrangement as his daughter, in case I didn't mention it before, was SPITTING UP BLOOD!
So, Bossman goes up to r-a-c and asks if we could speed things up a little. At which time r-a-c tells Bossman that pacing around the waiting room will not speed up the process!
uh, what?
Finally after about 6 minutes or so, the r-a-c hand the paper over to Nurse Hatchett. They whisper quietly with each other so Bossman can not hear what they are saying and then she finally waves them over.
Nurse Hatchett then proceeds with the standard questions, while my child is still bleeding. Who is responsible and what is your correct address seemed to be the most important questions that had to be answered IMMEDIATELY, as this was, in fact, the most important thing to know at this point!
Bossman finally said, can we speed this up, and Nurse Hatchett finally said, oh, just a few more minutes.
Oh good, just a few more minutes of bleeding out of your mouth, dear one.
Finally, they take her back. To a room with no bed, as they were full. So there was a chair. Guess what happened next?
If you said they had to wait some more...YOU were CORRECT!
Bossman then went to find SOMEONE to help our poor wildchild.
A different nurse, we'll call her Nursey Poo, cuz at least she wasn't mean, came in and took a look at the situation and then left to see how long before the doc came in.
She came back and said the wildchild was next. Did I mention there was blood coming out of my daughters mouth... still? By this time she had been bleeding for about an hour.
The doc finally comes in. You would think this would be the time to sing Hallelujah... you'd think.
The doc comes in, doesn't say much, looks down her throat and says we're going to do this and that, and then starts walking out the door. With NO explanation of anything.
Bossman wanted to know what it all meant, so he stops Doctor Evil to ask. Doc Evil tells Bossman, Do you want her here or not?
uh what?
DUH! Of course I want her here, SHES BLEEDING! Hence the blood all over the place.
Doc Evil then says, well, you are delaying her treatment by standing here talking to me!
OH REALLY????
Bossman was PISSED by then!
So, the wildchild was doing Ok, well, as OK as you can be with blood dripping out of your mouth and so he goes out to move our car and to call me, as the cell phone doesn't work in the hospital.
He calls me and tells me to call HER doc and have him call the ER to tell them what to do. So, I do that, and he runs back in to be with her.
So Nursey Poo comes in to take some blood and put in an IV. While taking the blood, the little vial thingie POPS off.
Now before I go further, I thought I would remind the audience that the wildchild is in a chair, not in a bed.
So the vial thingie POPS off and the blood starts spurting EVERYWHERE!
This is when the wildchild has had enough and decides to FAINT!
So, Bossman grabs the wildchild so she doesn't slide off the chair and the Nursey Poo tries to get some blood IN the vial.
Well, guess what people? The key to getting any attention is fainting because once you pass out, all KINDS of people want to help you. So another nurse comes in to help and someone comes in with a gurney. Then they all stand there deciding how they should get her on the gurney.
Bossman picks up the wildchild and puts her on the gurney. They bring her to a room that isn't even cleaned yet.
The IV is safely put in and the blood is finally in the vial and they give her a treatment of Epineferine.(sp) That is given through an oxygen mask. As soon as they give that to her she stops bleeding. THANK GOD!
She comes around and everything is looking good, so Bossman gives me a call.
B: Come right now.
Me: What is going on?
B: Just come right now.
Me: Are they admitting her?
B: I don't know yet, things got hairy here so please come NOW!
Me: I'm on my way.
So the little man and I high-tail it to the hospital. Mind you, I don't know all the drama yet. By the time I get there everything is good. The wildchild looks good and things are great.
Oh, and before I got there, there was a shift change. So I didn't get to meet Dr Evil or Nurse Hatchett. Too bad for me!
The new doc was GREAT! He kept asking the wildchild if everything was cool as a cat. He took great care of her and offered to let us stay there all night if we felt the need.
They gave her another dose of the meds and we waited around for an hour to make sure there were not side-effects. Bossman took the little man home. I waited around with the wildchild reading a readers digest from 2003. The wildchild tried to tell me what happened in sign language.
We got home around mid-night. Fun, fun, fun!
Bossman was really MAD. He is calling everyone he knows at that hospital and is filing all kinds of complaints! ALL KINDS! Dr. Evil and Nurse Hatchett better not meet Bossman anytime soon. Oh, the r-a-c better watch his step also. I'm just glad Bossman was there. He really took care of the wildchild. I don't know if I could have handled all that drama!
Anyway, the bleeding didn't start again, but I DID get to make the 50+ miles drive to see the real doc today.
He put a BIG, HUGE, needle down her throat to numb it, and then he sucked it, and then he cauterized it. And then it still didn't look good, so he did it again.
The wildchild was a real trooper. She said it didn't really hurt, it just was hard to breathe with his FIST in her throat. God, that girl is brave.
Well, everything is fine now. The doc doesn't expect any more bleeding and he expects her to be able to start school on Wed.
At this point, we don't expect anything!
Consider yourselves warned!
I thought we were in the home stretch! I thought things were getting better.
I was wrong.
Around 8:30 last night, the wildchild jumped off the couch and scrambled for a piece of paper. She wrote, I'm bleeding but it's going down my throat and I can't spit it out.
Oh crap!
Then, she mad a made dash for the kitchen, it was closest, and blood started pouring out of her mouth.
Sort of like a horror show....
Only, this was real life....
and my daughter!
So, I immediately called the doctor, as this is what he told me to do.
He called right back. Thank goodness.
He said not to worry, but to take her to the ER in our town. (remember the 50+ miles?)
Bossman took her to the ER. I stayed home with the little man. This, it turns out, was a very good idea because things went from bad to worse at the ER.
Our ER has employed a security guard to man the front door. Apparently they think we are a big city and and a rent-a-cop will keep out the bad guys. They also apparently think that the rent-a-cop is also a doctor and can tell when things are an emergency.
So, when you go in, you have to fill out a paper explaining the problem so that rent-a-cop can give it to the triage nurse to determine if you are a true emergency.
Apparently, spitting up blood doesn't really matter.
So while the wildchild is spitting up blood, the r-a-c calmly and s-l-o-w-l-y walks over to give the paper to the nurse.
Now, Nurse Hatchett is busy with another patient. One that was NOT spitting up blood, I might add. Actually, this patient was on the way OUT! Nurse Hatchett, kept talking and talking and talking and ignoring r-a-c. Bossman was NOT too pleased with this little arrangement as his daughter, in case I didn't mention it before, was SPITTING UP BLOOD!
So, Bossman goes up to r-a-c and asks if we could speed things up a little. At which time r-a-c tells Bossman that pacing around the waiting room will not speed up the process!
uh, what?
Finally after about 6 minutes or so, the r-a-c hand the paper over to Nurse Hatchett. They whisper quietly with each other so Bossman can not hear what they are saying and then she finally waves them over.
Nurse Hatchett then proceeds with the standard questions, while my child is still bleeding. Who is responsible and what is your correct address seemed to be the most important questions that had to be answered IMMEDIATELY, as this was, in fact, the most important thing to know at this point!
Bossman finally said, can we speed this up, and Nurse Hatchett finally said, oh, just a few more minutes.
Oh good, just a few more minutes of bleeding out of your mouth, dear one.
Finally, they take her back. To a room with no bed, as they were full. So there was a chair. Guess what happened next?
If you said they had to wait some more...YOU were CORRECT!
Bossman then went to find SOMEONE to help our poor wildchild.
A different nurse, we'll call her Nursey Poo, cuz at least she wasn't mean, came in and took a look at the situation and then left to see how long before the doc came in.
She came back and said the wildchild was next. Did I mention there was blood coming out of my daughters mouth... still? By this time she had been bleeding for about an hour.
The doc finally comes in. You would think this would be the time to sing Hallelujah... you'd think.
The doc comes in, doesn't say much, looks down her throat and says we're going to do this and that, and then starts walking out the door. With NO explanation of anything.
Bossman wanted to know what it all meant, so he stops Doctor Evil to ask. Doc Evil tells Bossman, Do you want her here or not?
uh what?
DUH! Of course I want her here, SHES BLEEDING! Hence the blood all over the place.
Doc Evil then says, well, you are delaying her treatment by standing here talking to me!
OH REALLY????
Bossman was PISSED by then!
So, the wildchild was doing Ok, well, as OK as you can be with blood dripping out of your mouth and so he goes out to move our car and to call me, as the cell phone doesn't work in the hospital.
He calls me and tells me to call HER doc and have him call the ER to tell them what to do. So, I do that, and he runs back in to be with her.
So Nursey Poo comes in to take some blood and put in an IV. While taking the blood, the little vial thingie POPS off.
Now before I go further, I thought I would remind the audience that the wildchild is in a chair, not in a bed.
So the vial thingie POPS off and the blood starts spurting EVERYWHERE!
This is when the wildchild has had enough and decides to FAINT!
So, Bossman grabs the wildchild so she doesn't slide off the chair and the Nursey Poo tries to get some blood IN the vial.
Well, guess what people? The key to getting any attention is fainting because once you pass out, all KINDS of people want to help you. So another nurse comes in to help and someone comes in with a gurney. Then they all stand there deciding how they should get her on the gurney.
Bossman picks up the wildchild and puts her on the gurney. They bring her to a room that isn't even cleaned yet.
The IV is safely put in and the blood is finally in the vial and they give her a treatment of Epineferine.(sp) That is given through an oxygen mask. As soon as they give that to her she stops bleeding. THANK GOD!
She comes around and everything is looking good, so Bossman gives me a call.
B: Come right now.
Me: What is going on?
B: Just come right now.
Me: Are they admitting her?
B: I don't know yet, things got hairy here so please come NOW!
Me: I'm on my way.
So the little man and I high-tail it to the hospital. Mind you, I don't know all the drama yet. By the time I get there everything is good. The wildchild looks good and things are great.
Oh, and before I got there, there was a shift change. So I didn't get to meet Dr Evil or Nurse Hatchett. Too bad for me!
The new doc was GREAT! He kept asking the wildchild if everything was cool as a cat. He took great care of her and offered to let us stay there all night if we felt the need.
They gave her another dose of the meds and we waited around for an hour to make sure there were not side-effects. Bossman took the little man home. I waited around with the wildchild reading a readers digest from 2003. The wildchild tried to tell me what happened in sign language.
We got home around mid-night. Fun, fun, fun!
Bossman was really MAD. He is calling everyone he knows at that hospital and is filing all kinds of complaints! ALL KINDS! Dr. Evil and Nurse Hatchett better not meet Bossman anytime soon. Oh, the r-a-c better watch his step also. I'm just glad Bossman was there. He really took care of the wildchild. I don't know if I could have handled all that drama!
Anyway, the bleeding didn't start again, but I DID get to make the 50+ miles drive to see the real doc today.
He put a BIG, HUGE, needle down her throat to numb it, and then he sucked it, and then he cauterized it. And then it still didn't look good, so he did it again.
The wildchild was a real trooper. She said it didn't really hurt, it just was hard to breathe with his FIST in her throat. God, that girl is brave.
Well, everything is fine now. The doc doesn't expect any more bleeding and he expects her to be able to start school on Wed.
At this point, we don't expect anything!
recovery, day 8
So, to say my week has been stressful is.... an understatement!
Seems that whenever I am under tremendous stress I get cold sores. I hate cold sores. Kissing is a big problem. And ugly. I feel like everyone is just staring at my lip instead of me! They are also painful and they like to crack and bleed at night when I'm asleep.
Not that I've had much sleep this past week. The wildchild has been having a few complications. Nothing major, but it has been bleeding more than normal, and I've had to take her to the ER in the middle of the night to have it checked.
Fun, fun, fun!
But, yesterday was the one week post-op appointment. Remember when I said I had to drive over 50 miles to have the surgery? Well, yesterday, we drove 50+ miles for a 10 minute appointment and then drove back!
The good news, we didn't have to wait. The healing is coming along great!
The bad news, it was still bleeding some, so they put nitrate on the spots to try and stop it. OUCH for the wildchild.
The doctor said she had record size tonsils. I thought we should put her in the ginness book of world records. She didn't find that half as amusing as I did. Party pooper!
To say this has been a quiet week, would be an understatement. She hasn't spoken since the day of the surgery. The doc says she should start talking whenever it's comfortable for her. I hope she starts talking soon! School starts exactly one week from today!
She did have to go to school today and get her schedule. Of course they couldn't find it. She went with some friends, so the lady in the office thought my daughter was deaf! She thought her friend was her interpretor! How funny! The lady had to call me to find out some info and when she told me that I started laughing. Too funny! The kids thought it was pretty funny too and started making up funny sign language.
So, other than nursing my demanding daughter back to health...I have nothing new to report.
I'm hoping to get out of this nursing outfit soon.
Calgon, take me away!
Seems that whenever I am under tremendous stress I get cold sores. I hate cold sores. Kissing is a big problem. And ugly. I feel like everyone is just staring at my lip instead of me! They are also painful and they like to crack and bleed at night when I'm asleep.
Not that I've had much sleep this past week. The wildchild has been having a few complications. Nothing major, but it has been bleeding more than normal, and I've had to take her to the ER in the middle of the night to have it checked.
Fun, fun, fun!
But, yesterday was the one week post-op appointment. Remember when I said I had to drive over 50 miles to have the surgery? Well, yesterday, we drove 50+ miles for a 10 minute appointment and then drove back!
The good news, we didn't have to wait. The healing is coming along great!
The bad news, it was still bleeding some, so they put nitrate on the spots to try and stop it. OUCH for the wildchild.
The doctor said she had record size tonsils. I thought we should put her in the ginness book of world records. She didn't find that half as amusing as I did. Party pooper!
To say this has been a quiet week, would be an understatement. She hasn't spoken since the day of the surgery. The doc says she should start talking whenever it's comfortable for her. I hope she starts talking soon! School starts exactly one week from today!
She did have to go to school today and get her schedule. Of course they couldn't find it. She went with some friends, so the lady in the office thought my daughter was deaf! She thought her friend was her interpretor! How funny! The lady had to call me to find out some info and when she told me that I started laughing. Too funny! The kids thought it was pretty funny too and started making up funny sign language.
So, other than nursing my demanding daughter back to health...I have nothing new to report.
I'm hoping to get out of this nursing outfit soon.
Calgon, take me away!
The game that wasn't
Recovery efforts are about the same, not much eating, not much drinking.
Well, the patient isn't eating or drinking. But if I was a drinking woman, I'd be pouring me a couple, BELIEVE me!
The good news is, she's taking full advantage of MOM! I've become her personal slave, changing sheets, running out to buy milkshakes that she only drinks two sips from, buying all kinds of magazines. I'm giving her all the appropriate sympathies where needed. I've dispensed all meds, I've gotten spit bowls and towels to wipe drool.
I have a greater appreciation for my favorite nurse,Theresa!
So, you've probably heard I didn't get to go to the Dodgers baseball game. (At this point I should hear lots of sympathetic noises!)
The boys did get to go, and guess who they saw???
For those of you that don't watch TV, that would be Ian Ziering.
And this would be....
Mary Hart
Did I mention my husband is the paparazzi? Apparently it's that, or he's just a stalker of anyone famous!
Of course there were no records broken by Barry Bonds that night, but the Dodgers did manage to win! Of course this blog entry would not be complete without a pic of good ole' Mr. Bonds trying to break the record.
I TOLD you those were some good seats!!!
Oh well, the boys had a blast, and they did manage to see something that is far better than all these pics combined. They managed to see Mr. Bonds with his fly down. Too bad there are NO pics of that...LOL!
Hope ya'll have a good weekend. Don't worry about me, I think I have this nursing thing all figured out.....NOT!
Well, the patient isn't eating or drinking. But if I was a drinking woman, I'd be pouring me a couple, BELIEVE me!
The good news is, she's taking full advantage of MOM! I've become her personal slave, changing sheets, running out to buy milkshakes that she only drinks two sips from, buying all kinds of magazines. I'm giving her all the appropriate sympathies where needed. I've dispensed all meds, I've gotten spit bowls and towels to wipe drool.
I have a greater appreciation for my favorite nurse,Theresa!
So, you've probably heard I didn't get to go to the Dodgers baseball game. (At this point I should hear lots of sympathetic noises!)
The boys did get to go, and guess who they saw???
For those of you that don't watch TV, that would be Ian Ziering.
And this would be....
Mary Hart
Did I mention my husband is the paparazzi? Apparently it's that, or he's just a stalker of anyone famous!
Of course there were no records broken by Barry Bonds that night, but the Dodgers did manage to win! Of course this blog entry would not be complete without a pic of good ole' Mr. Bonds trying to break the record.
I TOLD you those were some good seats!!!
Oh well, the boys had a blast, and they did manage to see something that is far better than all these pics combined. They managed to see Mr. Bonds with his fly down. Too bad there are NO pics of that...LOL!
Hope ya'll have a good weekend. Don't worry about me, I think I have this nursing thing all figured out.....NOT!
Recovery, day 3
You guys really know how to make me laugh! I having a very hard time believing that some of you have been mistaken for grandmas! Of course the wildchild was NOT happy that the nurse said we look so much a like that she thought we were sisters. NOBODY wants to look like their mom. Ok, let me rephrase that. 16 year old girls do NOT want to look ANYTHING like their mother. Poor girl!
So last night things were pretty bad. Bossman and the little man headed to the game. The wildchild would NOT come out of her room. She would NOT take pain meds! She would NOT drink or eat ANYTHING!
Now, I'm suppose to teach a class at our church for Vacation Bible School. Remember VBS when you were a kid? My parents were always sending me to ANY church that would have VBS and Sunday school buses. I've been to just about every religion. Now, I'm the adult and I'm teaching the little rugrats.
But last night I was afraid to leave the wildchild. She said she was having a hard time breathing. I called the doc on call and he assured me that this was NORMAL. After telling her that she MUST take her meds and she MUST drink or she would end up in the hospital, she finally took the pain meds. After debating back and forth about whether I should leave her, she finally yelled, OK, she didn't yell, but she wrote in all caps...GO TO CHURCH! I'LL BE FINE!
So I went. I told her if she needed me to call and the minute I saw the caller ID with her number, I would come home. I'm only 10 minutes away.
Well, I was nervous. I was hoping someone would be at the church to take my class. Unfortunately, nobody could take my class. But the wildchild didn't call.
When I got home, She was a totally different person. She had gotten up and taken a bath and she was in the living room watching the baseball game. The pain meds WORKED! DUH!
We watched a movie and then she wanted to try and eat. She said she felt like she had to learn how to swallow all over again. So after naming everything possible to eat, she decided mashed potatoes would be good. I made them room temp and she actually ATE them. After that she was a new girl. She felt sooooo much better.
She is doing much better today. She had a little bit of potatoes today, but other than that she is just doing a lot of sleeping. I think this means she's on the upside of things now!
Speaking of sleeping....I think I need a nap!
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
So last night things were pretty bad. Bossman and the little man headed to the game. The wildchild would NOT come out of her room. She would NOT take pain meds! She would NOT drink or eat ANYTHING!
Now, I'm suppose to teach a class at our church for Vacation Bible School. Remember VBS when you were a kid? My parents were always sending me to ANY church that would have VBS and Sunday school buses. I've been to just about every religion. Now, I'm the adult and I'm teaching the little rugrats.
But last night I was afraid to leave the wildchild. She said she was having a hard time breathing. I called the doc on call and he assured me that this was NORMAL. After telling her that she MUST take her meds and she MUST drink or she would end up in the hospital, she finally took the pain meds. After debating back and forth about whether I should leave her, she finally yelled, OK, she didn't yell, but she wrote in all caps...GO TO CHURCH! I'LL BE FINE!
So I went. I told her if she needed me to call and the minute I saw the caller ID with her number, I would come home. I'm only 10 minutes away.
Well, I was nervous. I was hoping someone would be at the church to take my class. Unfortunately, nobody could take my class. But the wildchild didn't call.
When I got home, She was a totally different person. She had gotten up and taken a bath and she was in the living room watching the baseball game. The pain meds WORKED! DUH!
We watched a movie and then she wanted to try and eat. She said she felt like she had to learn how to swallow all over again. So after naming everything possible to eat, she decided mashed potatoes would be good. I made them room temp and she actually ATE them. After that she was a new girl. She felt sooooo much better.
She is doing much better today. She had a little bit of potatoes today, but other than that she is just doing a lot of sleeping. I think this means she's on the upside of things now!
Speaking of sleeping....I think I need a nap!
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Recovery, day 2
The wildchild is holding her own, but she is miserable. She can't talk, can't swallow and eat. She is having a real hard time just taking her meds.
She doesn't even want to swallow her spit. She says standing up makes her light-headed and dizzy.
Of course, all of this is completely normal.
The hospital called today to make sure she was ok. They tell me that she is normal and that today will be one of the worst days. They tell me to make her drink. HA, easier said than done, but I'll keep trying.
Thanks again for all the well-wishes. I really appreciate it. A LOT!
I forgot to mention the best part of the whole surgery. The wildchild and I were in the pre-op room waiting for them to take her in. One of the nurses came in and asked for her mother. DUH? I'm the mother! Oh, she said she thought I was her sister!
Yippee for me. I told her she was my favorite person EVER and could we be best friends? LOL
Well, the wildchild doesn't want to watch movies and I just sent Bossman and the little man to the baseball game, so I guess I have some free time.
Opps, scratch that, the wildchild is banging on the wall. I guess I need to put my nurses hat back on!
later......
She doesn't even want to swallow her spit. She says standing up makes her light-headed and dizzy.
Of course, all of this is completely normal.
The hospital called today to make sure she was ok. They tell me that she is normal and that today will be one of the worst days. They tell me to make her drink. HA, easier said than done, but I'll keep trying.
Thanks again for all the well-wishes. I really appreciate it. A LOT!
I forgot to mention the best part of the whole surgery. The wildchild and I were in the pre-op room waiting for them to take her in. One of the nurses came in and asked for her mother. DUH? I'm the mother! Oh, she said she thought I was her sister!
Yippee for me. I told her she was my favorite person EVER and could we be best friends? LOL
Well, the wildchild doesn't want to watch movies and I just sent Bossman and the little man to the baseball game, so I guess I have some free time.
Opps, scratch that, the wildchild is banging on the wall. I guess I need to put my nurses hat back on!
later......
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