New Member in Blogosphere!

This is very exciting! My daughter, Cinderella has joined me and countless other mommie bloggers and started her very own blog! Cool huh?

Now we get to read about her adventures with her life and family and she gets to meet new people and other moms.

Anyway, please check out her brand, spanking new blog I’m not eating Bon Bons. Love the name! With a nine-year-old and a newborn who has time to eat Bon Bons?

Falling Apart at the Seams – part one

I have been to the doctor four times in the last three weeks. Not counting a couple of months ago when I had to have a non annual mammogram. That I had to pay for! Yea,$200 bucks that I did not really have. It’s ok. Not cancer, but they still do not know what it is. One doctor suggested I see a surgeon. Nope. Don’t think so. If it is not going to kill me then I choose to ignore it.

Three weeks ago I discovered a problem with my, err, lady parts. I had know idea what it was. Of course the first thing I did was ask Google. Hey, I know I am not the only one that does this. I at first thought is was one those minor things that can be cured with a trip to the drug store. Well, after a few days it became apparent that the drug store trip was not helping.

So, I made an appointment and went to see my favorite nurse practitioner. I will call her Jolly Old St. Nick because well that is what she looks like. After I got there I had to submit to the exam. She immediately starting talking about conditions I did not want to hear. Me? How? I am a lady people! I was then sent for blood tests and had to wait through an agonizing three days until I went back for the results. Some sleepless nights and a lot of wondering went on during that time.

Finally, I go back to see Jolly and thank you sweet Jesus it was not what she suspected. It it was, trust me, heads would have rolled. Turns out Jolly did not know what it was. So, next stop was a specialist so to speak only I had to wait two weeks for that appointment. Great.

The day finally came and the nurse tried to tell me I was scheduled for a special procedure that was going to cost me $160.00. Uh, now way Jose. They were not even sure why I was being seen. So I quietly but firmly explained my problem and I was not about to submit to this $160.00 procedure, not today or any day. She finally agreed I would just consult with the doctor thank you very much.

Then after telling another nurse my age, what was wrong and I am not have that procedure about ten times I  finally get in the room. Now here is the real kicker. The doc examines me and does not see anything! She finally asks me to show her and I CAN NOT FIND IT! What? How can this be?

Turns out it was a fairly common condition and mine was caused by stress. Seems I need to calm down a bit. You know, take the dog for a walk. Take a long, hot bubble bath.

I can’t wait to tell Jolly next time I see her. Hopefully that will be awhile. I will continue in another post about the other pains in the butt illnesses.

One Year.

One year ago today I sat and watched my little girl walk down the aisle and become a married woman. Very special day for Cinderella and her prince. They have since gone on the have DD , our special Christmas Eve gift. I just want to say Happy Anniversary to Cinderella and Tango and hope you have a great day and continued love and happiness!

Yum Yum Baby!

Do you not seriously want to eat him up! My grandson DD not even a month old smiling for all the world to see.

Maybe he will run for president in the next election!

If I was Italian I would pinch those cheeks. I still might.

This is Cool.

I heard about this video on the radio. This pulls at my patriotic heartstrings

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Gotta love America!

There is Something to be Said for Wearing Shoes.

I almost never wear shoes in the house. Even in winter I will wear socks but not shoes. When I get home from work two things automatically come off. Shoes and bra. It is just a matter of being comfortable.

Well, the other day I was going through a closet and I reached for a stack of books that were on a high shelf. There were at least seven books and one of the books was big. So of course instead of grabbing half the books I tried to grab them all. Smart move Sherlock because I could not hold them all and of course they started falling to the floor and of course the big one landing right on my big toe. Yes, it did hurt but instead of checking my toe I just went about picking up the books and continued going through the closet.

A couple minutes later I looked down only to see blood seeping through my sock. Great. I went to the bathroom and removed the sock and found that a big chuck of skin was missing from my toe and blood was starting to gush everywhere. I looked for a band-aid but of course there were none. I had to make a temporary band-aid out of toilet paper and that white tape that comes in first aid kits.

Now mind you, my big red dog Lucie was trying to help me by attempting to to lick my bleeding toe. So imagine trying to tape up your toe and fight off a big red dog that is insisting on examining and helping. Back off girl! I finally had to remove her from the room.

So, my toe still hurts and still bleeds a little but I think I will live.

Of course Lucie still has a huge interest in it. Maybe it was the blood. Maybe she is secretly a vampire. I think I might have to hold a mirror in front of her face. Or show her some garlic.

Help For The Little Ones.

Bad, Bad, Bad Dog!

So, I am trying to be a nice pet owner and leave my dogs out of the crates during the day when I am at work. They seem a bit crazed when I get home so I thought I would see how they do. Hoping I would not come home to furniture torn to pieces.

I put a puppy pad down for Buddy, the small bladder Chihuahua. First few days went well. Then I started seeing a puddle here and there. First there was one, then two, then three and four and not on the puppy pad! In fact the puppy pad was dry but the corners and coffee table legs were not. Bad dog. Buddy was banished back to his crate.

Lucie, my big  red dog seemed to do ok. I could tell she was taking full advantage of the couch and my bed. How could I tell? The red hairs and dryed mud from her feet. Anyway, after a couple of weeks I came home one day to this.

This is what is left of one of Buddy’s beds, the stuffing out of one comforter and a pencil.

Did you notice the chew bone in the middle of the mayhem?

The lump on the left next to the dresser is what is left of Buddy’s bed. Bad dog.

Those puppy dog eyes do not fool me.