My crazy life...

1. My mom and her husband and my sister got into an argument the other evening that apparently ended badly. It supposedly involved drunk people, cheesecake, and some foul language. The moral of the story I got was," Alcohol and cheesecake don't mix, it can only lead to trouble."
2. Today my unit manager asked my friend, Marva, what her silver bracelet said on it. Marva stated "It says 'Barbados' " To which the unit manager replied," Oh I only saw the first few letters and I thought it said 'barely legal' " We all got a good laugh about that. I can only imagine my 36-year-old friend trying to pull off wearing a bracelet stating "barely legal". It still makes my laugh thinking about it. I know what Marva's getting for Christmas...
3. Today I told Seth that I was going to take a shower as I tucked him in. He responded, " But you don't look dirty!" As I laughed he added," Do you have hair under your arms?" Huh? Where did that come from?
4. Every day is a battle of man vs. nature in my house, we are becoming overrun by ANTS!! The more I spray the ant killer and clean every nook and cranny they keep coming in through different places! I feel like it's a constant war and I think I am losing. I am thinking about giving up and moving out, they can have the stinkin' house. Maybe I should take my family with me.
5.Taking care of forgetful people is good for my self esteem: If they like your hair, or outfit, or eyes, or generally think you are pretty you will hear it every time you see that person. It could be several times in a day. But then again, if they don't like you..oh, heck they won't remember it.
6.My buddy, Herman, asked if I was getting married. I told him I already was. He asked if I was going to marry someone else. I reminded him that I can only be married to one person at a time. He said," That happened to me too. I wasn't happy about that." Good ole' Herman. I love my job.
7.One week until Tennessee!!!!This is going to be interesting.

Today is my future's past.

I need to remind myself that every day happens only once and I should appreciate it now instead of longing for it many years from now. Memories are being made every moment so I need to enjoy them. Besides, life is always changing. Who knows what changes will occur tomorrow or next week?
Why does time seem to go by so fast as I get older!?

David loves it when I sing the Robot Chicken theme song

Robot Chicken-Behind The Music

Bock,bock, bock, bock, bock, bock,
bock, bock
oh, you get the point....

September 28th..

Is when we are going to leave for Tennessee. We decided that David and I ( and the boys, of course) are going to drive up there for a week to check it out.
I'm getting excited about this upcoming adventure...

Yee haw! Tennessee is looking better and better.

David and I have decided to move away from Florida. We despise the weather and the economy stinks. David can only get very low paying kitchen work here and it's not enough to pay the bills. We are tired of struggling so we have dedided to go somewhere that actually has some decent jobs available...and while we are at it we want some seasons.
I have a friend in Nashville that sent me lots of links with lots of Tennessee info and she only had positive things to say comparing it to FL so I guess you could say I am sold on the Tennessee thing.
There is plenty of industry there so David could get a job, a decent one, pretty easily. Maybe he could get a job at the Gibson guitar factory-no experience neccesary. :)
Next paycheck I am buying David a plane ticket to check it out for a few days. I also need to get a TN nursing license and we'll be in business!
I'm getting scared and excited. We estimate we'll be gone in the next six months...

Why do I love this song?

MGMT-Electric Feel

It's not like the music I usually like but I can't help but enjoy it.
It's a little modern disco. Very different and interesting. Catchy and soothing.

And the video is crazy wild!

Unfortunately, I cannot get the vid to play on my blog.:(
But definitely look it up....

Do you have to like NASCAR to live in North Carolina?

Because I despise NASCAR with a passion!

But the mountains are lovely.

*sigh* I love this picture...

Herman's in the hospital

Herman is one of the patients at my work, we refer to him as the mascot of "C" wing, the unofficial hallway greeter. Everyone loves Herman. He has a certain place he sits in his wheelchair across from the nurses, chatting with all of the other patients and staff. Do his conversations make sense? Many times they do not. Herman is what I like to call "pleasantly confused".
He is a genuinely good person who always has a smile and a kind word for anyone.
So when I learned that they had to send him to the hospital yesterday, I decided I had to visit him. Especially after about every staff member at work was asking about him today.
So I took Seth along for the adventure. And my friend Marva who is Herman's regular nurse.

You know, it was all worthwhile to see how happy he was to see familiar faces. He was happy that I brought my "young one" as well. Even though Seth was more interested in looking out of the window of his 3rd floor room and also looking for doctors. And wanting to climb on the empty bed in the room.

I was relieved that Herman was okay and hopefully, will be back at the nursing home very soon. Does it make me dumb to be concerned about someone that isn't even my family?

Hi Ho! HI Ho! It's off to work he goes..

David has a JOB!!!
He is working part time at a local restaurant called "Luigi's" as a dishwasher.
Now it's official-every man I was ever in a relationship with has been a dishwasher there at one time or another. But David is ,by far, the most overqualified for that position. But it is $$-about $160 a week, which is about $340.00 a month.
That makes me happy. You see my paycheck covers bills. I just need him to contribute toward food and gas. He already saves me money by working evenings so that we don't have to worry about added costs of child care. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel. And i have a feeling that it will simply get brighter.

Oh, BTW, my jaw is working again, thank you. I can eat and brush my teeth with ease and without pain!! Next paycheck I am going to buy myself a stinkin' mouth guard for when I clench my teeth at night. I don't want to wake up thinking that I have developed lockjaw while I slept, again.

You know, I haven't ever taken Prednisone before but it makes me feel really good! I have administered it to many a person in my nursing career and was aware of it's many serious side effects if taken over a long period of time but haven't needed it.
I really feel healthy and energetic. No aches, no pains. Physically I feel superb which, in turn, makes me feel good mentally. I am certain I had (have) inflamed muscles in my mid back and shoulders causing the aches and pains that I have experiencing for the last six months. Not to mention the kinks in my spine most likely caused by carrying a very large 18 month old who loves to have mommy hold him. ( why does he have to be so darned cute? Why does he have to be such a good eater?)
So an anti-inflammitory medication would indeed cure what ails me. I guess I'd better enjoy it while it lasts!

I've been a busy little bee

This day has been a full one.

First, we ( Sean, Seth and myself) spent a few hours at Mamaw's house playing (Seth and Sean) and chatting (myself). We also had a delightful lunch. I had to hurry home so I could drop the boys off so I could ....

Go to my Dr. appt. It was merely a follow-up to my appt. last month regarding my headaches. I made sure to tell the Dr. about my jaw problem. He told me I probably have some severe inflammation in the jaw and gave me a Rx for some prednisone for a few days which should fix it. He also advised warm, moist heat compresses, soft foods, talking less. Simply giving my jaw some extra rest. Then...

Seth and I decided to check out the new library down the road. Seth really had a good time playing with the other kids. He didn't want to leave but we had to get home so that david could take the car....

I actually stayed home doing nothing for a few minutes while David brought my old broken gold necklaces to the jeweler, which he actually got $100.00 for! Whoo hoo!

Then we left again (all of us) to go pick up my Rx, and go to Gallery walk in Punta Gorda which we ended up not doing since it was raining intermittently when we got there. So instead...

We walked along the water at a new park in Charlotte Harbor and watched the sun go down. Then, courtesy of my broken necklaces, we treated ourselves to Wendy's. It's been so long since I had a Frosty-it was absolutely delicious!

Wow, am I exhausted!

Jawbreaker

First of all I Tropical Storm Fay brought along a very dreary day. That's about all. No excessive rain or wind. Pathetic. But we did not get the brunt of it, other places suffered severe flooding.

Somewhere along the last week or so I have begun clenching my teeth at night in the most horrible way. Maybe I have been clenching them for longer-I only know when I wake up with jaw pain.
From past experience I know this only occurs when I'm under stress so it's not shocking that it is happening again, besides I have always had issues with my temporomandibular joint (TMJ).
What is shocking is the apparent strength that my jaw is applying when clenching my teeth because L left side of my jaw seems to be displaced or something. I have alot of jaw discomfort and find that opening my mouth wide causes a disturbing popping sensation and pain. I am literally afraid that my jaw would lock open.
I can place two fingers vertically between my front teeth and that is the widest my mouth opens without forcing and pain.
Nevertheless, I can say a whopper is not in my near future.

I go back to the Dr. tomorrow for a follow up regarding my headaches so I am hoping he can give me some advice. Maybe I just need some deep massage, I hope my jaw isn't out of alignment because I think it would be far too painful to pop it back into place.

*Sigh* it's always something...

Rock me like a hurricane

No one really knows if Tropical storm Fay will become a hurricane or where it(she?) will hit land. Yeah, I know, all of the meteorologists like to pretend they have a clue-but when it really boils down to it, you can only guess. Only Mother nature truly knows.
I think it will be like a really bad thunderstorm-lots of wind and rain. After Hurricane Charley I feel like an old hat at hurricane preparedness and survival.

I am just concerned about how the weather will be in the early morning hours when I have to go to work. They have suggested staff get there really early to avoid the really bad weather but how early? I don't want to go to work at 3 AM!
And how will I get home if there is flooding?
I am not worried about my family ,they will be here safe in the house during the storm. I'll be out in it! :(
It's starting to get a little breezy outside. And very overcast. People are boarding up their homes, filling up their gas tanks and buying every drop of water in town.

Wish me luck!

Spin Spin Sugar

Picture it: Two young boys in a bedroom. One begins to spin around and around, the other follows suit. And they both spin around and around until they are dizzy and stumble into a wall falling onto each other laughing hysterically.
Meanwhile,mom sits in the corner observing the craziness wondering how they don't become nauseated.

Speaking of spinning.....A tropical storn is spinning in the caribbean predicted to hit Florida. The predicted target is the entire state. Go figure. Hopefully it will go somewhere else. I don't want any more stress!

All is not yet lost.

David has the cold now-I am better.
No work as of yet but he did have an interview at Lowe's today. He's had to fill out all of these questionaires and surveys and has to go through two more interviews.
I thought that was odd, I mean it's not like he's applying for the position at the U.S treasury or something.
Meanwhile he's been slowly packing and going through crap in the garage and keeping ears and eyes open for rentals.
Hopefully we can save up some $$$ here pretty soon. Right now I am training David on frugal money management and buying only things we NEED. He's doing very well so far. I give him an A+++.

My boys are supremely superb. Michievous (spell check, please?) as always. These two boys can destroy a small house in minutes! I assure you. You'd understand if you saw my floors. I wonder why I bother sweeping and washing and sweeping and washing.
I feeling a tad blah with all of the stress going on, just like I am going through the routine every day. I'm not unhappy but not as carefreee as I prefer to be. I'll get there again. Just bear with me.

Jobs are scarce and money is tight. The price of everything goes up more and more all of the time. At least I know I am not the only one having issues. Everyone I know is having some financial difficulty to some extent (needless to say, I don't hang out with too many wealthy folks, LOL) .

In any case we are healthy and we have each other. I don't think anyone in the world would disagree that love is far more important that money. And if I were to be judged simply in how much I love and how much I am loved I am wealthy indeed.

The common cold makes me feel uncommonly crappy.

I feel congested and lousy. My nose is drippy and my head feels "full". I feel so blah. Give me a few days to feel peppy again.
Until then I may just do as little as possible. So if no one hears from me, that is why.

Like sands through the hourglass... so are the days of our lives

We are going to begin packing soon. Packing for what, you ask? We have decided to let the house go, and rent. We really NEED a bigger house and there is no way on God's green Earth that we would ever be able to sell ours with the way the housing market is and all.
Besides our mortgage is way too high for a teeny house. It's increasingly difficult to pay mortgage and be able to pay other bills also. We just don't make as much $$$ as we used to. So Dvaid and I are feeling rather pathetic. We both thought buying a house would be such a great investment, we never anticipated that our home would lose value. We are so upside down in our mortgage it is really sad. And we made so many improvements to our home... Oh well.
Once we get a house to rent we are going to consult with an attorney regarding bankruptcy. Our loans and credit cards are simply farther and farther behind and I am so tired of all of the phone calls and threatening letters.
Why did we spend money and buy a house we weren't going to keep?
Simply, we made much more $$$ when we used the cards and got the loans and bought the house. We assumed that David and I would always have work.

But don't cry for me Argentina, because this is an opportunity to start fresh and new. New (to us) house and wipe out our debts. So what if our credit sucks. It already does.
And what good is screwing up in your life if you don't learn from it?
David and I have definitely learned alot. We have learned how to be frugal and how to get more for our money ( Dollar General Rocks!)
Something we never cared about before because we were too busy spending money like it was going out of style.

David has turned in a plethora (how often do I get to use that word?) of applications. Tomorrow he is going to turn one in for a part time county job.
Turns out the Director of Human Resources for the county is the daughter of one of my patients ( who happens to absolutely love me and my boys-I have brought them to visit her). So I did sorta mention to her that he was applying for the job so she was going to mention his name to her daughter. ;)
Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, you know! :)

My adventures in CT scanning

Today I had my first CT scan. Perhaps my only one in my life, who can say?
It was a relatively quick procedure. I had to lie (lay?, I always confuse those) on a table while it moved me under the scanning area while the camera(I presume) spun around and around me. Not too comforting that there was a warning on the top part of the machine that warned not to stare at the laser beam because it could cause blindness. I was wondering where the laser beam was and wanted to make sure I avoided looking at it. Obviously no idiot would design a machine that a laser shines into the eyes of any person using it, but I wanted to be sure...
Then I received some IV contrast dye so they could take the pictures again. The lady running the machine advised me that I might experience a warm sensation in my body from the IV dye.
Heck yeah, I did! Not a lovely feeling either . Oddly enough, the only place that I felt the warm sensation was in my groin area. I was worried that maybe the IV dye had made me lose control of my bladder, the feeling was that extremely warm, almost hot!
David immediately assumed that if he hooked me up to IV dye every night I would be a wild woman in the bedroom. Just like him to see the bright side in everything.
Remind me later that I have to find a flip flop to beat him with. ;)

I am curious as to what my pictures will look like. I really would like to see what the inside of my head looks like. How cool would that be.
I would totally frame the pictures and put them on my wall. :) I'd call it art.

Treximet rocks!

So I finally saw a Dr about my recurrent headaches. After ten years I figured it was about time, besides they are becoming more resistant to over-the-counter medications, not to mention they are becoming more frequent and last longer. Dr. asked me a ton of questions and decided to order some blood work, a CT scan of my head and gave me a prescription for a medication called Treximet. I now have a diagnosis of atypical migraine headaches.
I was a little hesitant about the possible side effects but aside from the little green antennae I have now grown, I feet a little sleepy and dizzy. But more importantly, my headache is long gone. I feel not even the slightest trace of headache. I feel really good.
Tomorrow I go for my CT scan. I hope they find a healthy brain in my head-no strange growths. My blood work was normal and I am sure my CT scan will be, too.

In other news, Sean is feeling much better. His blisters have healed up and he's back to attempting to start mayhem in every moment of his day.
Now we have to get a Dr's note clearing everyone in the house before David will be allowed to return to work. Blech.
In the meantime David has turned in many, many applications at other places throughout town. If nothing better comes along we will have to get the stupid Dr's note.
It's not like Sean had TB or typhoid or something ridiculous. Whatever. His boss is an imbecile.

Seaweed face masques feel very bizarre

I'm talking about when they dry and become all rubbery.Thank God that nobody was around to take a picture of me-I'm sure I looked quite frightening.
My first facial was a lovely experience, though I am not sure what it really accomplished, aside from an hour and a half of kid free relaxation (totally worth it!). I also got a brief hand and feet massage while my face masque turned to rubber. I even got my eye brows tweezed. I haven't ever done that since I never felt they were unruly. Now I have movie star eyebrows! Ok, not really...
The only part that I did not like was when they had some type of steam blowing at my face for a period of time. I literally felt like I was not receiving adequate oxygen intake. Slightly suffocating, not pleasant. I think that contributed to my headache this evening.
My skin looks very nice though.:)

Coxsackie A-16 and my poor Sean

Otherwise known as the lovely "Hand, foot, and mouth disease". My sick little guy developed blisters on his lips and inside his mouth earlier this week. As they got worse and he was having discomfort with eating, I decided to send him to the Dr.-where he was diagnosed with this lovely virus.
I am guessing he contracted it from an indoor playground we took the boys to a couple weeks ago. Since Sean loves to shove about anything in his mouth, it certainly is not a surprise!
He had a low grade fever today and seems to be just cranky and irritable at times- but he'll live. His blisters are drying up and healing so he's getting better. Poor guy.:(
Tomorrow we are doing a "Dreyer family beach outing" , very early-before the temperature reaches 400 degrees farenheit.
Ha ha, David just loves it when I make him do family outings. Actually, I think he might have a little bit of fun. Myself? I simply enjoy watching the boys be happy. I feel like I am doing my proper job as a parent if I can completely wear them out by the end of a day. Trust me, that is not any simple task when you have two little boys with seemingly endless energy!!! Okay ,it's actually only one-Seth never seems to get tired-ever. It takes ALOT to exhaust him...
Not so much to exhaust me, on the other hand. Speaking of...my bed is calling me. Night Night!

Does old hurt?

The other day Seth asked my mom this lovely question after he stepped on her toe and she said,"Ow!".
What is his thing about asking people if they are "old girls" or telling them that they are old? It's embarrasssing as heck!
If it's not that them he's critiquing people's oral hygiene, telling them that they have icky teeth or bad breath. What am I going to do with him!?

A couple more from the BBQ...

my sister, Fonda. Her daughter Amber and my mom

Mom and Amber

more BBQ pics

Mamaw, enjoying some watermelon
Sean being cute
Seth and Sean
Seth and I pushing Sean around in the toy car

Me, pushing both boys in a toy truck. We had alot of fun!

Pics from BBQ at my Dad's

These pics were taken a couple of months ago...

BBQ Ribs YUM!!!


Sean and David
My neice, Amber

my bro and his girlfriend-the life of the party, LOL

Um, me..bad pic.

And MORE pics!

more random pics

Finally, just what you've been waiting for...

I will post more pics tomorrow

The wisdom of the innocent

Today Seth insisted that I sit down on his toy box. Then he instructed David to do the same. Once we were all in our proper positions we asked Seth why we had to sit there. "'Cause I said" he replied ( This is his response for everything. ) We asked again, " Why did we have to sit here"
He replied, " Because we are family."
Made sense.
I keep attempting to rememeber all of the witty and clever things that Seth says in a day but I seem to forget them. Simply because these moments occur so frequently!
Like yesterday, as we were waiting in line at Big Lots, Seth had to take a survey of everyone's names that were in the line with us. Or the extremely embarrassing moment at the convenient store when he told an elderly lady that she was old and her teeth were "icky". ( I wanted to DIE)
Or the thousand times a day he informs me that his little brother is adorable.
He's a good boy.
Sean is trying his best to talk these days. Sometimes he babbles on and on like he's actually conversing in his own language. Sometimes I can pick up a word here and there. He says ," Nigh-nigh" and "behb" (baby) He says "Hi" and "Bye" very clearly and always waves at the appropriate time. Often, he will wave at say "bye" to random people in the store as we pass. them.
He says " ba" (bottle) "dooce" (juice) "me" (me) "yeah" ( yes) "bock-bock"( chicken sounds). I know there is more but my tired brain is slowing down.
"nigh-nigh":)

Happy independence day!

I always felt odd saying "happy fourth of july" because it's simply stating the day, technically. It would be like wishing someone a "happy fifteenth of November". The fourth of July does not state the purpose for the holiday. Independence day is more appropriate, in my opinion...Anyway.
David is at work so I was going to do some sparklers with Seth after I put Sean to bed. I only ever handle a lighter to light candles so fireworks were not on my list of favorite things to do. I prefer to let David blow stuff up. He enjoys it, I do not.
Oh, what luck!!!! Fortunately someone on the next street over- actually a couple people, I think- had some very cool fireworks and put on an rockin' display! Seth and I watched from the front window of my kitchen. We would hear the "boom" and then see the various sparkles and colors light up the smoky sky. Seth would state," The purple one is my favorite!" then "The red one is my favorite!" etc. They were all his favorite. I'm guessing the person must have spent a fortune on those fireworks because they were shooting them off one after another for a good 45 minutes! It was pretty neat and I am glad Seth and I got to have that experience.
I am so extraordinarily tired. Good Night.

Oooooh, the pain..in .my.head..

So I finally made an appt. with a primary physician about these recurring headaches. I have noticed that they are not responding to pain medications any longer. And it's not like I was taking them excessively-I only take them when I need them every few weeks when I get one of my headaches.
Tylenol, Ibuprofen, Vicodin, Percocet, Darvocet, even my trusty Excedrin migraine does not work any more. Nothing. Instead I am simply grumpy and irritable and want to claw my eyes out because it always feels like the headache is in the front top part of my head behind my eyes. If I could only open up my skull and scoop out the pain I would feel better.
Is it hormone flucuations related to my cycle? Lack of proper sleep? Poor diet? Stress? Eye strain? Brain tumor?
This has been going on for ten years and I am flippin' sick of it. Oddly enough I was headache free during pregnancy.
Good God, I need some relief. Ugh.

He's got the music biz all figured out...

Seth was dancing today in the living room to some song on the TV and as he tried to pull his hair over his eyes he explained," I'm a singer, I have beautiful hair."
I'm not exactly sure what one has to do with the other but it sounds good.


Per Sean's Dr. visit, he's all good. He is pretty normal (As normal as any kid of mine can get) but if his skin doesn't clear up in three months they will do blood work to determine if he has any food allergies. Bleh.
Apparently Sean cried during the exam and said" Da-da, da-da, bye-bye" at the appointment which absolutely broke David's heart.
My little Sean is cute as heck. I love my boys.

I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not again.

That Korn song lyric has been circling around and around in my head all stinking day! Good thing I really like the song.

The other day my sweet Seth grabbed a few dollars that were sitting on the kitchen table and ran to David handing it to him. "Here's a million dollars!, I got it from the bank!"
He's a good kid.

chaos

Oh my goodness. Normal people could not survive a day in this house. And I am not extraordinary my any means....
Of course, as soon as David left the house to pick up our Chinese food, Seth managed to somehow drain water from the fish tank through the bubbler tube creating a lovely pond in my living room. On my wood laminate floors, no less.
While I scrambled to mop up the water, Sean was in his high chair flinging his plate -and honey mustard- all over the floor.
I quickly tried to plop them in the bath, where ,at least, the walking disasters that are my boys could destroy merely one room in the house. And at least it would be a clean mess, right?
I decided to get the clean sheets out of the dryer. Once I got to my washer I had discovered that the clothes had not been transferred to the dryer. So I had to do that quickly as I heard the pitter patter of wet soapy feet running down the hallway.
I hurredly closed the garage door and went to get his PJs and diaper ready, expecting that Sean would follow me there. Since he was slipping everywhere I had to mop up the water puddles in the hallways not absolutely positive that it was all bath water, if you catch my drift. Once in the room I discovered a few plops of icky poopiness on the rug. Peeking across the hallway I noticed a small naked, formerly soapy, boy with horrible poopiness running down his legs, standing on the toilet lid next to the bathtub.
As I ran to clean him, I see more plops down the hallway leading into the kitchen. Did I mention that Seth, meanwhile, had thrown all of his bathtoys out of the tub because he "didn't like them."The floor was also quite puddly.
I did manage to clean all of the poo. And an awful poo it was..Eww.
Yes, it did all eventually get cleaned up. But it was no easy task.
I am exhausted.
I need to train them to clean up their own poo. And water puddles. And sweep up their own crumby messes. Heck, they should wash their own clothes, too. Why not?

Korn with a "K" or a "C"? I'm confused.

This isn't a recent Korn song by any means but there's nothing like a little rockin' bagpipes to make me smile. It's as cool as roskin' cello. BTW, Seth loves the Apocalyptica album. He says, " I like the violins playing"
Seth likes Korn now as well. Lately he says he likes music that is "faster".

Tonight we had corn on the cob for dinner. After David and I had a corn fight with the boys while Korn was playing in the other room, we had to specify it was corn with a "C".
Once upon a time my dad asked if I ever heard of a band called Korn with a "K" so now it has stuck. They will always be "Korn with a K".

Please pass the aloe cream, I'm pink and sore...

Today was Dreyer family beach day. And a very successful one at that. I assure you that in my youth I don't think I ever had as much fun as I do with my boys. Well, I probably did but that was long ago...
Anyway, since I am an old lady now with a bit of a belly pooch and stretch marks, I don't care to look sexy on the beach anymore. I could care less. David thinks I am hot stuff ,so as long as he's happy I need not worry. I am now secure in my imperfect skin. So I could concentrate on just having a nice time.
Sean just enjoyed running around the beach chasing sea gulls and waving "hi" to other beachgoers. Seth had alot of fun playing in the surf and playing in the sand. I just sat in the sand and made sandcastles with them. David and I took turns bringing them in the water. The water temperature was absolutely perfect and there was a slight breeze so it wasn't too hot.
We had a beautiful day. Unfortunately, the sunscreen I applied on everyone must have missed a few spots of something because we are all a bit pink and sore.
Oh well, the day was worth it.

Happy birthday to you and me!

That is how Seth wished me happy birthday yesterday. Not sure why he has such difficulty with the whole concept of birthdays. If anyone is having a birthday he thinks it's his as well. I think egocentricity is quite common in kids of that age, so I won't worry just yet.
We had a delightful meal at my grandmother's with all of my favorite people in attendance. And I had a birthday cake! I fully agree that one isn't ever too old for a birthday cake. ( We want cake! Where's our cake!) I love cake.
Then, later that evening, I picked up my brother's girlfriend (And one of Seth's very favorite people) Heather. We went out to Red Lobster and had appetizers. I rarely go out after dark, or by myself, so it was nice to go have some adult time and a nice chat.
I don't feel 31. I've decided I am going to go backwards as of age 30 so that would make me 28 now.;)

Fabulous Disaster

I may be wrong but I think that rings a bell as a title of an Exodus album title many, many years ago. Why do I remember that? I never even liked Exodus.
Anyway, maybe I remember that title since it seems to relate to something at one point of my day-every day.
Like when Sean dumps his pomegranate blueberry juice onto his pizza and splashes it around. Or when the boys are playing in the kiddie pool with their toys and somehow they have every toy out and strewn from one edge of the patio to the other. Or either of their rooms at about any given time of the day.
All of these things qualify as Fabulous Disasters.
Sometimes I think that it could describe my life in general. Not necessarily a horrible thing. My life could be a miserable disaster, right? So a Fabulous Disaster isn't bad, just imperfect. Aren't we all?

Have I become jaded?

These days I am finding it difficult to sympathize with people when they do stupid things and then something bad happens to them.
Like the patient at my work that was in his 50s but appeared much older due to his liver cirrhosis that he developed from many years of heavy drinking. AND he was on the transplant list for a new liver-since he had been clean for 10 years. Clean or not I think a liver could be used by my someone more deserving.
He never got it. He died. He was a nice man though.
Or another patient that was extremely morbidly obese and was barely mobile by the age of 60. He had heart issues and diabetes and, of course, a history of drinking. And overeating as well. Hard to feel too sorry for him.

So when my youngest son dives off of the back of the couch splitting his lip open after being told many, many times NOT to climb up there. And having his hand smacked several times. It's hard to feel too horrible for the poor kid. As my son came crying to me, I asked him," Well, what did you think would happen when you jumped over the back of the couch onto a wood floor?"
Of course, since he is only 1, he did not respond. He just drooled some bloody saliva onto his chin.
I know, I know. I am very cruel, but come on! Will he learn now? Not likely. He'll make the attempt again tomorrow.

Then David comes stumbling in the front door comaplining that he tripped and fell and hit his head really hard and he was having blurry vision and could not walk straight. First of all, I wondered why he even drove himself home if he felt so poorly.
Then I asked if he had been drinking at all.
"Not really, I had a couple martinis"
I'm still baffled by the thought that he actually thought his symptoms were caused by his fall- not the alcohol. Denial is not just a river in Africa, my friend.
But I told him to go to bed. He felt badly about it all, and was feeling rather ill. I figured that in the morning he will suffering enough.

Poor guy. But I am concerned about his health. He doesn't live healthily, at all. Unfortunately I've seen too many people that abused their body throughout life and it just doesn't end well. Their golden years aren't as golden with all of the hospital visits and rehab and surgical procedures. I'd rather spend those years traveling and taking cruises after the kids leave home.
I don't want to go all alone.

Side note to the previous post...

After seeing the AFI video for Miss Murder, Seth kept trying to pull his hair to one side over his eye like the singer, "Like this?" He kept asking.
Weird.
I told him he was far cuter than the guy in the video could ever hope to be.
Am I going to have to go back and watch a Faith No More video to get the AFI guy's uglyness out of my head? Ugh. I need pleasant visions in my head before bed.
You have to admit, the AFI guy is cerainly no trip to Hollywood. I guess we can't all be pretty..;)

Um, that was sarcasm there at the end in case you didn't catch that.

I am my own Jedi?

AFI-"Miss Murder"
For some reason David thinks it sounds like they say "I am my own Jedi" So that's what Seth calls this song- and he loves it.
Cool song but eye shadow on thi singer isn't doing anything for him, neither is that hair...

The Perfect Caper will save the day!

As many of you already know, The Perfect Caper is the name of the restaurant that David is employed by.
Also, as many of you may know, my oldest son is a sponge. He has an exorbitant memory. Even so, I found it quite funny when, after his bath, I wrapped him in a towel and he decided that he was the "Perfect Caper!" David thinks it's hilarious and shared this story with his coworkers.
Now ever night when I wrap him in his towel post-bath he proclaims that he is the Perfect Caper.
Other times of the day he decides that he is a talking racecar, a talking squirrel, a talking wallaby, a robot boy, or a super hero. I never know what he is going to be. But he ceratinly does not lack imagination!

Rommy's saddest night.

Yesterday while I made my bed I noticed that the house was very silent. Silence with two young boys in the house =TROUBLE. Anyway I was pleased that they were playing so well in the living room. As I sat down on the couch Sean was removing the cover for the storage pocket in the center of their Cars table, Seth was yelling at him because his lizard was in there and he might get away.
"Lizard?" I asked. Setth explained that he had caught a lizard on the porch and he was going to keep him as a pet.
I immediately got a plastic Gladware container and put holes in the top for his lizard. No way any lizard was going to live in my furniture!
Seth decided to name him "Rommy" (Rommy?, who knows) Seth kept shaking the container and turning it upside down and spinning it. I said Rommy's going to get sick if you keep doing that.
When Seth went to bed I decided I was going to let Rommy go.
Unfortunately I forgot and poor Rommy sat on the kitchen table in a plastic container all night. Poor little lizard, now between my son's torturing him and being trapped in the container all night he will require years of therapy.
I let him go this morning. The cat was sitting outside waiting for breakfast and immediately ran after Rommy. I didn't wait to see if she caught him or not.
Maybe he was better off on the kitchen table...

My new favorite song..

Apocalyptica featuring Corey Taylor ( Slipknot/Stone Sour)
This is a Finnish band that is made of one drummer and three classically trained cellists. They sure can make them sound like guitars though! I never thought I'd hear heavy metal cello, but this is cool. I couldn't get the actual vid to play on my blog so I had to pick this Anime cartoon that is set to the song.

I guess he's no box of rocks.

Today as Seth was looking at the picture encyclopedia he proclaimed," That's a chameleon, they eat bugs. And they change colors,too"
I replied,"Yes, you're correct. You are one smart cookie."
He corrected me," I'm not a cookie, I'm a boy."
What a nut.

If I stop watering my kids, will they stop growing?

Yesterday at gallery walk David remarked that the stroller with the boys in it was awfully difficult to push. We joked to Seth, "You need to stop growing, you two are getting too big!". Seth replied, "Okay, I stopped."
Later that evening David was misting the garden in the backyard and the boys were running throught the water. It apparently was enourmously great fun since there was lots of laughter occurring. I stated to David, "If we water them, will that mean they will grow more?" We laughed.
Today I told Seth that he was getting taller and taller and getting to be such a big boy. He told me," That's because you water us, Mommy."
Makes sense to me. If only it was so easy, I could save a lot of money on my grocery bill.

So I'm on a Faith No More kick tonight..so what?

I guess if David hadn't come along I might have held out for Mike Patton. He's a very, very good looking man. Not as hot as my husband, of course..

Faith No More - Midlife Crisis

One of the best songs EVER!Does it make any sense at all? Do I care? It's a kickin' song.

Free food rocks

Yesterday the nursing staff at work was ( were?) treated to Olive Garden for nurses week. It was superb, of course. And then today we were treated to a "fish fry" for having the most participation is some employee survey late last year. It was also superb.
I sure wissh my work fed me lunch every day. Then again I might end up a bit on the large side. Did I mention that I had two pieces of cake today? One was sent by a home health agency for nurses week and the other was at the fish fry.
I love cake. ( We want cake! Where's our cake?) :)
I got my stimulus check in the bank today, Yippeee, I get to go stimulate the economy tomorrow!
I love stimulating the economy. I wish I could stimulate it more and give money to my friends and family so they could go stimulate it as well. Oh, good times.

It's a beautiful day!

Seth seems to proclain this on a regular basis. He seems to find the bright side in most things.
I am quite certain he cannot truly be related to David nor I.
Sean is quite the little ball of sunshine as well.
How did two blah pessimists who are prone to depressive episodes and extreme moodiness create two little exceptionally happy little people? Is it because they are young yet? Or are we doing something right?
I hope they always stay happy. :)
I love my little smiley guys.

Motherhood is not for wimps!

The youngest occupants of my household were formerly known as Boy 1 and Boy 2. Eh, it kinda stuck and I always seem to call them by their incorrect names-good thing I don't have more than two!
Now they are Monster 1 and Monster 2. Today was awful!! How awful, you ask? (Since inquiring minds want to know!) Horribly awful..
While Sean was napping I was laying down on my bed. Seth was playing with his cars on me. I was " Mommy Mountain". While playing this game I got smacked in the head twice witht the car. Damn, that hurt. Not his fault though. Sean slept only briefly and woke up with a God-awful smelling poopie diaper. It also appeared as if a tornado had just passed through his room. While I fed him his snack Seth made a horrible mess in his room.
Then I made the ridiculously stupid decision to spackle and paint a little in Seth's room. While I was spackling Seth stole my paintbrush and Sean took my screwdiver....Then while I was touching up with the paint Seth climbed up on hte table and stole the spackle which Sean then "painted" on the TV, coffee table, windows, oh and there were plenty of the chunks on the floor. Then he was trying to eat the stuff,too. While I was trying to clean that Sean was making body prints in the paint, destroying his nice outfit.
I threw them both in the bath.
Then all evening it seemed while I was cleaning up after one kid the other was trying to climb on the kitchen table or open the cat food bag or destroy something. I went into the bathroom for one whole minute and I hear screaming from the living room. Who knows what happened but there wasn't any blood, so it couldn't have been that bad...It was constant. Just when I think I've locked them out of the proper rooms and put everything hazardous out of reach they have found some new way to detroy something, or someone is sitting on the top edge of the couch or turning his sippy cup upside down to watch the juice drop, drop, drop out until there is a big ol' puddle.
Good God, these two will be the death of me.
They are super duper loving and huggy boys, and insanely happy, which is how they always redeem themselves after running me ragged. But I don't know how people have done it all of these years, since the beginning of time , without going a little nutty.
I need a vacation from these two. Eh, maybe simply a nice massage will do...

To all of my fellow nurses..

On a sad note..

Two of my long term care patients have had children die on Thursday. One of which was one of the Hager twins from "Hee Haw" that has sorta been in the news( if you really look). The mom has been very upset since she found out yesterday(obviously). The other one is the daughter of another lady I take care of. She used to come in almost daily and spend at least one meal a day with her mom. Very nice lady. Both were sudden deaths.
I have seen my share of death in my line of work and I haven't been too affected by it. When you see someone suffer you feel almost relieved when they go. Besides, everyone I take care of is very elderly-so they have had long and fruitful lives.
But the thought of outliving a child really bothers me. Whether the child is 6 or 60 I don't know how I would handle it. And I hope I never have to find out.:(

Are you old?

Seth has to ask this of every poor elderly soul he sees. It's horribly embarrassing. Fortunately, much of the time they don't hear him well enough to know what he actually said. I've been trying to tell him that older people don't necessarily like to be reminded of the fact. Unless, they are 90 and then they like to brag about it.
Today Seth found a dead bug on the windowsill. He claimed it was dead because his wife killed him because he was too mean. She also lives in the bushes outside the window. How does he think up this stuff?

Now showing on ESPN 8 "the ocho"!

Yesterday the boys and I went to the Redfish tounament festival thing going on in Punta Gorda. Now, apparently, according to the newspaper, this event was televised. I wonder who in the heck would televise it and even more puzzling, who would watch it?
A bunch of guys go out in boats and catch a redfish in the harbor and then they weigh them ( the fish not the guys) to see who caught the biggest redfish. Boooring. Well, I did go to the festival, but I was just looking for something to do outside on a lovely day. Seth liked to look at all of the colorful boats- they all have ads on them from different companies so they were very pretty. Seth also wanted to see the fish but they were too far away, besides I don't think that he was clear on the concept that the fish were not in the water. I'm not sure if they release the fish after they are weighed or not. We walked around the park aimlessly and Sean napped in the stroller. Of course, by the time we got home he was all slept out and wanted to stay awake..
After Sean's nap we are going to the beach, it's another spectacular day so I am going to make David get his buns out of bed and go with us! I just cannot stand staying in the house on a day such as this.

Hilarity at its finest

One of the funniest Adam Sandler movie moments ever!

It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt..

Sean is now sporting a lovely laceration on his L eyebrow.
While Seth and Sean were wrestling in the clean clothes somehow Sean's head smacked into the rocking chair in his room. So in a mere millisecond laughter become crying. I was rather unsure whether he needed a couple stiches, you would think I would be able to assess that adequately being a nurse and all, but I guess not. Anyway, I called my personal ask-a-nurse, my mom ( who is also on my speed dial as 1-800-icancook, 1-800-iknowkids, and 1-800-iknowstuff) who advised me to simply place a butterfly strip over it to hold the skin edges together since it wasn't very big. While I was on the phone Sean was happily destroying a birthday card on the table like nothing had ever happened. So I knew he wasn't going to be emotionally scarred for life.
I guess I was more afraid that his cute little face would be marred for life but I suppose his eyebrow will cover the scar.
Good God, I'm tired. I'd like to take one whole day to simply catch up on sleep. How long until I can retire?

Did I ever tell you that I dislike change?

I like everything same, same, same!!! But today I got crazy and decided to stray from my usual hair dye color- Loreal's Red Penny. The cream kind. I got Loreal Ferie bright auburn which pretty much turned my hair, um, brownish red. Mostly brownish. I assure you that the girl on the box had much redder hair.
I dyed David's hair as well, I suppose it will just give him some highlights.
That's what I get for changing.
Earlier today a patient made the wonderful remark that I appeared to be about 20 or 22. She was surprised to hear I was 30. She is now my favorite patient.
Anyway, I suppose with this much darker hair I probably look 40. Blech.

It that time of year again! Yard work, Dreyer style.

We ( All four of us) have been working hard fixing up the yard and our garden. No easy task with two little guys running around! David and I mostly take turns doing the work while the other chases the kids. Seth isn't too bad but Sean likes to run into the road, play in the neighbors yards, play in antpiles, splash in the birdbath, eat mulch, eat dirt, eat rocks, eat flowers, eat weeds...I'm seeing a pattern here.
Seth is content to play in the sandbox or with his bubbles. He even helps pick some weeds and pick up plant trimmings and put them in the garbage can. He tries.
Now I have a lovely garden of various herbs, a few veggies, and marigolds. My landscaping looks nice for once-minus the less that beautiful lawn but we can't really water it these days. Water shortage and all..

It's going to take some work to keep it looking nice and no task is simple with a 1 year old and a 3 year old hanging around. Isn't it funny that the two of them will follow Mother Hen (me) around the house all day but as soon as I open the door they will run in opposite directions away from me?

And now for something a little different...

The Kooks - She Moves In Her Own Way - Apparently this band is big in the UK but I haven't heard much from them here. Wonder why. I like them. :)

And now by special request..Little Einsteins!"

David is now taking song requests, just so you know. Yesterday Seth requested the Little Einsteins theme song and amazingly enough, David figured out out to play it on his guitar in, oh, 5 seconds and sing much of the song to Seth's great delight. Seth's hand suddenly morphed into a spaceship and he ran all around the room making it fly. This morning Seth requested I sing it. Sorry kid, no can do.
Today is the first day in my recent history that bedtime hasn't been a horrible, painful, sordid affair for all parties involved. Sean actually went to sleep without crying and jumping out of bed several times and Seth was content to merely finish "reading" his books in his room quietly and them putting himself in bed. Without crying and screaming.
I guess I'll have to take them to the mall playground at 7 PM every day. Heck, it seemed to do the trick.
Sean's problem may be the fact that he's got two molars coming in, just a theory though. Maybe that's it. Seth on the other hand, he's just a night owl like his mom and dad.

Today is David's 35th birthday. And he's working, poor guy. But we are going out to eat tomorrow to celebrate. Geez, I can't believe I'm married to a 35 year old. (I bet he can't believe he's married to a 30 year old!) Honestly, David doesn't appear 35, or act it. Or maybe it just seems that way to me since I met him when he was about 25.
David and I joke that we are old people now. It sure feels like it, but maybe it has something to do with us both having full time jobs and two young boys. Maybe.
I can't imagine my life without my wonderful spouse and I hope I get to keep him for at least another 10 years.
Happy Birthday, David Dreyer. Muah!

What the heck was that!?

Late yesterday evening ,after I had put the boys to bed, I was sitting at the kitchen table when I began to experience horrible upper abdomen pain. I thought maybe it was just awful gas pain or something. But it got worse and worse over a few minutes and I went to go lie down. It still got worse and worse-it felt as if a tight band was around my upper abdomen and pulling tighter and tighter and tighter! It was killing my back, but I couldn't figure out which hurt worse my front or my back. I was bent over my bed with one arm bracing my back and the other bracing my front wondering if my esophagus was strangulating or if I had some perforation in my stomach somewhere. In any case I started to think that maybe I should seek medical assistance in case I was having a ruptured aneurism or something. (Um, I'm serious here, it was that bad! I assure you that too much knowledge could be a bad thing in my case.)
I started to put my shoes on to go to the ER and wait for David to get home, I was hunched over standing in the middle of the driveway trying not to hperventilate from panic. The pain was increasingly intense, It reminded me of labor contractions. But the contraction got stuck, and it was in my upper abdomen.
Anyway, very soon after David arrived, it went away completely leaving only a little soreness in my right upper back ( I still feel it very, very slightly) It almost feels slightly bruised inside my back.
David told me to rest in bed and I went to sleep early.
What happened to me? Maybe I will never know, but it apparently resolved itself within about 15 minutes, thank God.
Gallstones? Pancrease or stomach inflammation? Aliens attacking me from the inside? God smiting me for something?
I just hope it doesn't happen again.

Chef David

David is apparently doing excellently at his job. His bosses are very impressed with his performance and are really taking a liking to him. Supposedly they will be expanding the restaurant before too long and David may be promoted to prepping food for the head chef. David actually seems to be enjoying this job as well. He always cooks dinner at home and he's quite good at it. I certainly can't complain!

What a beachin' day!

We finally took the boys to experience the beach and we all ( surprisingly enough) had a grand time. We visited the serene aqua water and white sandy beach of Englewood ( the water at our local beach is rather brown and the sand is slimy and sludgy, blegh) The water was cold as heck so we didn't swim much but Sean waded in the water a bit. He liked to pick up shells and they rinse them off in the surf, drop it, and grab another. Seth played in the sand a bit but enjoyed the playground more. Of course. Though, to see how much stuff we had packed into our car you would have thought we were planning to live on the beach for awhile. We really did have alot of fun.
Yesterday we visited the Frontier days festival at the park and had a lovely time. I am ashamed to admit I had forgotted the sunblock, so Sean and I got a little sun-mostly me. Seth doesn't burn, lucky kid...
So between yesterday and today my skin is a beautiful pink color. Not too pleasant.

Seth loves They might be Giants

He absolutely cannot get enough of their "Here come the 1,2,3s" DVD. And when he's not watching the DVD he wants to play the CD in his room while he sings along and dances. Even Sean starts to dance a bit.
Seth says, " Mommy, sing along and dance with me." I told him I don't know the words. He compromised my insisting that I just dance, " Just put your leg up like this" (he kicks forward) " And them like this" ( he kicks to the side)
Oh, simply as that ,huh? I didn't do it, that would require way too much effort.
Super cute DVD though with cute animation and muppets,and catchy little tunes. I love it. I like the song"7" (We want cake, We want cake!):)
Hee hee, I feel old now that I saw them in concert 15 years ago! Back when they were a regular old quirky alternative band.

We changed Sean's convertable crib into the toddler bed since he was outgrowing it. He hasn't figured out how to sleep normally yet. He still sleeps with his head at the foot of the bed or crosswise on the bed. And now he can climb out by himself he likes to come wake us up at the crack of dawn! Yay, we don't need a rooster, we have a Sean. ( note the sarcasm) I'm thinking about switching it back to a crib. ha ha.

Oddly enough, At the Dr. appt. today, Sean is now below average in height and weight. He was above a few months ago. To me he still seems big, but maybe that's because Seth is small. He slowed down alot when he was having the problems with the ear infections in January. He's reaching all of the other milestones, but I wish he'd talk more. I'm not big on this whole," I'll point to what I want and you give it to me thing" I appreciate verbal communication. So far all he says is:
1. Da ( it's isn't even da da anymore, he's shortened it)
2. Meh meh (that's me)
3. baba ( I'm thirsty)
4. Bye! ( he does this and throws kisses, they just go together)
That's it besides the fact that he can point , wave, and give high fives. That's gotta count for something, right?

He had to be a big shot, didn't he..

I using the term big in a literal sense here. Meaning large. Because that is what Sean is. Everytime I check him in the crib he has his legs sticking out of the railing somewhere, and just to look at him in the crib he takes up all the space. The poor kid is outgrowing the darned thing. Today at the mall playground playing and there was a nother kid his same age that was not nearly as advanced as him(I think the other kid was way behind actually) and the poor kid looked small compared to him. Now Sean is not fat or chubby even, but just big. He's wearing Seth's hand-me-downs from last year already. Pretty soon they will be wearing the same size!
He does communicate what he wants in *"Amberese" by making a sound and pointing to what he wants rather than actually talking. Eh, Seth talks enough for both of them.
Tomorrow we are going to go to Sarasota Jungle Gardens. Hopefully we have a nice time.

* Amberese: a nonverbal way of communicating named after the most well-known Amberese user, my neice, Amber. She understands all but refuses to speak on a regular basis preferring to communicate by sounds and gestures.

Sean is determined to break the cute-o-meter.

It wasn't enough that he woke up so happy as always, but as we drove away from the house to go to Mamaw's, he said"bye!" and did his best attempt to blow a kiss at David. Then at Mamaw's he was so smiley and silly and toddling everywhere, which in itself is a pretty adorable sight. Then at Mom's he kissed my new Webkins frog and waved and said "bye" again to everybody when we left. It's always so neat when he does something new.
Seth has cuteness mastered by now, he knows how to entertain and work a crowd to get what he wants. I think Sean is learning alot from his older brother.

You say I'm a dreamer, we're two of a kind...

David and I used to listen to this song when we were first together. The song was almost 20 years old at that time!But we loved it. Oh, the memories.

I'm feeling a bit retro tonight..

Whoo hooo! Got the tax return and I also happen to be on vacation from work for the first time in a year! I actually have six days off..in a row!So the boys and I are going to have alot of fun.
Ahhh, life is good.
I love the 80s hairdos on the guys in this video.:)

This is so cute!

I had no idea They Might Be Giants did kids stuff now. I so have to get this DVD for the boys. :)

Zoloft-my love and hate relationship

I have been on this stuff since just before Sean was born, I've even had my dosage increased to 100mg every day( which I do believe is a little higher than average doseage, I think average Zoloft users are on 50mg.)
And to think the world thought I was just a naturally happy gal...
Anyway, I love the stuff. I am better at dealing with stress and normal life situations without crying, yelling, or having anxiety attacks. Yes, I am one that is prone to anxiety, I bet that is such a surprise (ha ha, note the sarcasm). I wasn't taking it for depression as much as general anxiety disorder, something I have been suffering with for much of my life. But I have been njoying the antidepressant effects anyway. I feel so happy and content about life( see previous blog entry)
I was running low on my medication earlier in the week and decided to take it every other day to make it last longer, simply because I was putting off reordering it.
The point of my blog entry is simply a reminder to myself and others, that was truly a very poor decision.
I am suffering from withdrawal now because the medication level in my blood has dropped causing me to feel extraordinarily crappy. I have night sweats, strange dreams, irritability and anxiety, fatigue, and an overwhelming feeling that I just can't wake up all the way. My brain is sluggish.
Oh, do I feel miserable.

Oddly enough in my strange dreams last night I noticed that showing and washing my hair were extremely prevalent. I couldn't even estimate how many times I did that during the night. So obviously, as soon as I got up I had to... shower and wash my hair. Maybe my dream was telling me I am unclean...or just a little crazy.

I'm suffering from optimism

The only good thing about being super duper extremely dirt poor in the last year is that about all of the taxes that we (I) paid in, we get back! Oh, it is so rare that being low income pays off.
We will be able to pay off a few debts and I can look forward to less creditors calling me about wanting $$ every day! Yippee.
I do believe that things are looking up. Am I jinxing myself by saying that? I feel good about things. I have happy kids and a wonderful , hardworking spouse....okay, I'll stop there. You are probably suffering from sudden and extreme nausea about now.
Oh, and I am cashing in some of my PTO (paid time off) time that I haven't used, about 40 hours worth so maybe we can take seth to Sea World before it gets too extremely hot out. I'm hoping Shamu will agree to adopt him. Ha ha just kidding, of course. I think he would get along better with the sea lions.

"I'm crying because I'm crabby!"

That's what Seth stated when I put him to bed and asked why he was crying. He's adorable, sometimes.;)

Yesterday was Sean's 1st birthday party at my mom's house. All the regulars were there, you know: Mom and Jack, Fonda, Jason and Amber, Dad, Sue, only Mamaw and David were missing since they were working.
There was enough food for a good army and we all had a grand time. Oh, birthdays- always a wonderful excuse to get together and eat. Nothing says "I love you" like food in my family!

Happy birthday to Sean!

I can't believe he's one already!!!The party is on Saturday at my mom's.
Where does the time go?

Sean, the anti-vegetarian

Good God, my son is a little piggy. I cut some meat off of the ribs that would be perfect for little fingers to pick up and eat. Was that good enough? Of course not. He had to grab the whole stinking rib and stuff it into his mouth like some starving orphan. As you can probably tell from this picture, he is certainly not a light weight.

Oh, and the small plate in front of us was originally piled up with macaroni and cheese which he had already finished off prior to indulging in the ribs.

Oh, and he is officially toddling these days. Every day he walks farther and farther. I clap my hands and say "yay!" and he gets very smiley and tries to clap but he dosen't seem to coordinate the both hands together to actually clap. Eh, he tries. I love him.

On a sad note, one of the patients I have been taking care of for years was dying today and by now may be gone. I said goodbye today but I still feel sad. God bless Ben.

Actually, I like some people...

“I consider myself to be a pretty good judge of people...that's why I don't like any of them.”

Roseanne said this on an old episode of"roseanne" I thought it was so funny. It reminded me of the days when my mom and Gina started the "I hate people club" ( Oh, by the way, Ma, David has joined as well)

How do you solve a problem like Seth?

He'd outpester any pest
Drive a hornet from its nest
He could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
He is gentle! He is wild! He's a riddle! He's a child!
He's a headache! He's an angel! He's a boy!
How do you solve a problem like Seth?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Seth?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!

"The Sound of Music" fans might recognize these words, I merely substituted "he" for "she" and changed "Maria" for "Seth" but it describes very well how I feel about my boy today.
He will not listen, he talks back. He runs away in public places, he hits his brother. This kid is very intelligent but super stubborn. And David and I are at a loss as to what to do. We yell, we swat his bottom, we send him to his room. We withhold things he likes and tell him we will reward him if he's good. Nothing seems to work. David had to really spank him tonight and he didn't laugh this time. I hate to be a mean parent-maybe that's why he's gotten this bad. I hope he grows out of it. Bleh.

Seth is a ladies man

Today my dad had a cookout at his house and Seth sat down at the table between my brother's girlfriend, Heather, and her sister, Stephanie, and asked them each " Are you my girlfriend?" Then he proclaimed that they were both his girlfriends. He had already asked Heather on Valentine's day. He is quite interested in her because she is "so pretty". Whatever will I do with this kid?

Heather did babysit for us on Valentine's day so that David could take me to the restaurant he works at for dinner. Excellent food and excellent service. And it didn't hurt that we got a complimentary shrimp appetizer and $30 knocked off of the bill since he works there! The filet mignon that I ordered was lovely. Oh, did I add that the shrimp appetizer only contained two shrimp? Don't cry for me though since I think they must have caught those shrimp off the coast of Chernobyl. They were the largest mutant shrimp I had ever seen!

Yesterday I took the boys to the Ringling museum of art in Sarasota- I felt it was about time to introduce them to some culture. I brought my friend Tammy, and I am so glad I did since my boys are quite the handful! Seth enjoyed the paintings for all of five seconds and them didn't want to look at them any more. The place is beautifully landscaped and is on alot of acreage so ,fortunately, there was alot of area for Seth to run around. And for Sean to crawl around-oh, and there was plenty of grass and mulch for Sean to try to eat. Lovely.
So much for cultured kids, they'd both rather play in dirt.

There was plenty of dirt in my dad's backyard today. We all had a grand time at the cookout. Everyone (even the adults) behaved, eh, for the most part... with the exception of Seth but that was only towards the end. I don't know what to do with that kid. I've been thinking again of selling him to the gypsies if he doesn't straighten up.

A bag of Texas?

Today Seth tried to pick up Sean and stated that he felt like a "bag of peanuts". I replied "a bag of peanuts?" To which apparently he changed his mind and decided that his brother was more like a "bag of Texas".Which I thought was strange because I thought it would be pretty difficult to put Texas in a bag- but hey, whatever.
Today I saw Sean playing with a toy car and making "'room 'room" sounds. Yesterday I could've sworn he said chicken. He also "sings" in the bathtub by making "doo doo doo" sounds like he singing a song he doesn't know the words to.
But he won't say " ma ma". What's up with that?
And I think he will be walking pretty soon. Just what I need two boys running around. At least with Sean crawling I'm at an advantage- though not too much of one since he is extremely proficient at the crawling business. That boy can move!

David is at work tonight and I am beginning to despise the quiet after the boys go to bed. I never thought I would feel this way but it's rather lonely when they are sleeping and David is working late. I am all alone.:(

I am enjoying David's job though. He seems to like his job and his co workers and I get to appreciate the cooking tips and recipes that he gets from the chefs that he works with. I am really lucky to have a man that cooks for me, and is so darned good at it! I really think he missed his calling when he went into the flooring business. He should have gone to culinary school.

Only if you are famous..

Are you hospitalized for " exhaustion". Many times I would love a couple days to recoup from my busy life so I can feel healthy and refreshed again. But normal people can't be hospitalized for " exhaustion". I mean you never go to work and hear the conversation," Hey, where's Joe?.Haven't seen him lately?"
" Oh, I heard he's in the hospital-exhaustion, ya' know. He has been working alot of extra shifts lately."
"Too bad, I 've gotta send him some flowers or something. You know, my cousin was hospitalized for that last month-she's got six kids and an alcoholic husband. Good thing she got some treatment for her exhaustion"

I saw a progress note from one of my patients today where he described to his physician that he felt "like a wet dishrag"
I think that is a lovely description. Very descriptive without being at all specific. Does that make sense?
Sometimes I feel like a wet dishrag. Sometimes I feel like I could sleep for days!
I am so happy with everything right now but I am just feeling so run down and tired. Is this simply because I am a mother of two small boys that works full time and in her "spare time" cleans up the house and tries to keep the bills paid?
Or am I simply suffering from " exhaustion"?

I wish kisses cured every hurt.

Isn't this baby cute? I love baby laughter.:)

I didn't know he could do that!

We took a family trip to Target tonight where I purchased a new outfit for Seth: a beige pair of shorts and a green shirt with a bunch of pictures of bugs in jars on the front with the caption "My personal bug collection" or something. I picked it out without Seth present but apparently he loved the outfit because he was about ready to put the shirt on before we left the store!
After I put on his PJs he asked me to put it on for him- I said no it's bedtime- and left it on his dresser for him to wear (weather permitting) tomorrow.
Fast forward to 9PM suddenly we hear noise in his room, David goes to check on him only to discover that Seth had removed his PJs and put on his new outfit! He had the T-shirt backward but the pants were on correctly. He even had placed his PJs in a pile where the outfit was originally located.
Now, I knew the kid could undress himself but I didn't know he was capable of dressing himself!
No clue, nobody knew.I'm still baffled.
I couldn't be mad at him for not going to sleep because he was so cute. I asked if he liked his shirt. He replied," Yes, I LIKE bugs!"
I'd bet he could use the potty if he really wanted to.
This kid is no box of rocks-as Seth says," I'm not a box of rocks, I'm Seth!":)

I'm reliving my youth tonight...

This is a song by the New radicals called "you get what you give"
It was popular in the late '90s while I was living with my grandmother after leaving my ex boyfriend. I was working as a CNA while attending nursing school. I also first met David around that time.
Those days were also extremely stressful and I happened to be battling some depression issues at the time. This particular song is so upbeat and positive and I really appreciated it. It just made me feel happy. It's amazing how a good song can be so therapeutic.

Sean's first ear infection..

The R side of his face and ear have been super-duper sensitive in the last couple days and he's been slightly crabby as well. And his appetite has been that of a normal child-for shame! Okay, he's also had some very, very stinky nasty poo lately.
Put 'em all together and what have you got?
Ear infection!
David took him to the Dr. today where our diagnosis was confirmed. We caught it at a good time since it was just starting. Dr. was very impressed that he hasn't had an ear infection until now. Apparently babes usually get their first one within the first couple months of life.
I was well aware that my kids where abnormal from the get-go. Heck, I am still waiting for Seth to get his first ear infection-so far, so good. (knock on wood)
So now he will get his first round of antibiotics in his life.
My poor little guy.

Seth, my right hand man.

Today I was hurrying to put on a little makeup so I could take David to work and, of course, since I am mother hen my little chickens all followed me to the bathroom, which doesn't make any hurried task any easier. Trust me on that one.
Sean, again, found the temptation to play in the toilet water to be far too great and began to lift up the toilet lid. I was in such a hurry I have to admit it wasn't my greatest concern at that moment, the toilet was flushed and all....
Just then Seth pulls him away from the toilet and sits up on the closed lid and says down to him ," You can't play in the toilet!"
I have trained him well.

Yes, I most certainly do windows

I will never understand how one adult and two small boys can create the disaster area that I frequently find in my house after work.
Of course I don't expect the rest of the world to have OCD issues with cleanliness- but I cannot figure it out.
I may have to put them all up in a tent in the back yard at this rate, where the three of them can live in pig sty harmony. No joke, I found a plate under the couch today. And I usually find pajamas all over the place. You'd think the tops and bottoms would be in a similar location,right? No, I always find them in different rooms. Oh, and toys, toys, TOYS!!! Everywhere toys. Toys int the kitchen and toys in the porch. Toys in the garage and toys in the bathroom. Toys in my bed and toys under the bed. Oh, good gracious there are so many.
Little fingerprints on the TV and the glass doors and on every mirror in the house. I have even found little fingerprints in locations that I didn't even know Seth could reach. Right now there are little finger smudges on the computer screen. I only clean them once a week now since I feel like it's a bit of a waste of time, after all, there will be more fingerprints in the same places tomorrow.
And why does my 3 year old insist on removing all the pillows from my bed and bringing them to his room? I have to rescue my pillows on a daily basis. And I make my bed so many times in a regular day that I think I should be eligible for the Guinness book of world records somewhere. Seth loves to unmake beds, he thinks it great fun. Me, not so much.
And Sean is banished from bathrooms. He has the most delightful time splashing in the toilet. Not only is it a very unsanitary habit, but a very messy one as well. No matter how many times I say,"no!" he always wants to splash. I guess the temptation is too great.
He even tries if I am sitting on the toilet, he tries to get his little hands into the toilet behind me. I say it's time for this kid to get a hobby.
Finally the house is quiet and relatively neat. But tomorrow all the fun will begin again....

"We're giggle kids!"

That was Seth's cute statement for the day yesterday. Him and Sean ( Sean and Him?) were playing on Seth's bed and wrestling each other and playing roughly, which always makes me nervous, but the both of them were cracking up laughing! They were having the most delightful time attempting to bury each other with pillows and blankets. And Seth made this cute statement about "Giggle Kids". And they certainly were.
What a couple of nuts. I can't imagine where they get their silliness from....

Unfortunately, my head hurt so severely that I could hardly enjoy their fun. I just wanted to lie on the floor of Seth's room and close my eyes.
I took two Ultram and then half a Tylenol#3 and David massaged my temple and my head still hurt. At 0100 I ate a bowl of cereal and took the other half of the Tylenol#3 and it just helped me fall asleep. When I woke up, my head was still pounding.
I took two Excedrin Migraine and my headache was GONE! Screw all those prescription pain killers.
Obviously, I couldn't take the Excedrin at bedtime because it includes caffeine as an ingredient and no way was I going to sit up all night, no matter how great my head felt.

In any case I am better and pain free now. I seem to have a problem with these terrible, awful headaches. It's the worst pain ever-except for dental pain.
Now labor was no walk at the park, I assure you. But that didn't last as long as my headaches do.

I am so old. I never thought I would look so forward to going to bed. It's 2130 and I am ready to get cozy in the luxurious softness of my bed and bask in the rare treat that silence has become in my house. Ahhhh...

"Move that horrible baby!"

Little Sean happened to be sitting on a pillow that Seth was attempting to relocate when he yelled this to me. I couldn't help but laugh.

We went to the mall today. En route, Seth was imagining things in the cloud formations. Most of them looked like dinosaurs-or so he thought. One did look like rocket ship. He also thought Weezer's the sweater song was a hoot ( my words, not his) because they talked about being naked and lying on the floor in different part of the song and both of those things "are so silly"(his words ,not mine)
Then at the mall I let him play on the playground where he promptly found himself a girlfriend. He even introduced me to her as that," Mom, this is my girlfriend" They were holding hands and hugging. Whoa, kids start way too early these days.
She appeared to be a little older than him and maybe was a bit Native American looking. Very cute little girl. At least he has good taste, I guess.
Sean says alot of"bababa" and other similar vowel-consonant babbling but no mama.:( David even thought he heard him say "banana" But no mama. C'mon! The kid will talk about food but not his beloved mother? Well, at least I know what is more important to him...;)

I assure you that a day with these two is never, ever boring. I definitely feel that they are the best two things that have ever happened to me. Especially when Seth picks a flower in the yard and brings it to me or tells me how "boo-tiful" I am. :)

Perplexing dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree?
Ever have a dream so strange that you can't get it out of your head? I am hoping by documenting my odd dream that it won't remain in my head for me to ponder any longer.
First of all, I dreamt that I discovered that David had an identical twin brother he didn't want me to know about for some reason. Weird. but that wasn't the strangest part.
In my dream, David was a soldier fighting in a war located on some island somewhere. He was away fighting and I was in our house with my mother, father and my son, Sean. Oddly, Seth wasn't in my dream.
The fighting was getting closer to the house and the enemy was throwing these small red colored balls into the house that would explode so we had to get out of the house and run away seeking safety. We found many neigbors who were doing the same thing. We were hiding and the bad guys were getting closer. My dad decided to create a distraction to the enemy so that my neigbors, my mom , Sean and I could get away. So he did. He ran right into the crowd and promptly was caught and killed in a very brutal manner but we got away. He had given his life to save us.
We then found ourselves running into a forest and these people were running at us throwing very, very hot food. Hot dogs to be exact. We were all barefoot for some reson and I stumbled and fell because I stepped on the burning hot dog. I was trampled and killed at this point. But the dream did not end there.
Suddenly I was floating and I realized I was a child again dressed in a pure white dress. I was floating up and up and I was watching below at my mom and Sean very thankful that she was holding him and that they were alright. I knew the future somehow and was aware that they would survive the fighting and also that Sean would grow to adulthood. I also knew what he would look like fully grown.
I also noticed a boy near me and he was dressed in white as well and was floating up,too. It was my dad, but he was a child also. I only recognized him from his childhood pictures!
It was a bittersweet feeling I experienced in the dream. Not all sad actually.

Now isn't that a strange dream? It was the weirdest dream I have had in many years by a long shot.

Seth's Christmas performance.

Yes, my boys seem to love to entertain others. They most ceratinly did not get it from me. I would have spent the first ten years of my life hiding in a room somewhere reading a book if it was up to me. I'm not quite sure if I was (am) simply shy and insecure or just antisocial (both?).
But enough about me.
Both boys seemed to have a blast on Christmas at my mother's house. Sean likes to raise his arms above his head and see how many other people he can get to follow suit. Everyone usually does it and he smiles and laughs. I am sure he's just laughing at everyone else thinking," What a bunch of fools!, It doesn't take much to excite this bunch!" But it sure is cute.
My mother made a mega phone of sorts out of some tape and cardboard so Seth had to sing a song through it. He sang "Yankee Doodle" and when he finished and everyone clapped he turned to everyone and stated," Thank you everybody! Thank you everybody!" and threw kisses at the crowd.
He then completed his performance by asking everyone," Do you wanna rock?!"
I have no clue where he gets this stuff.