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Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Mom Writers site
Found this cool momwritters site - thought I'd pass it along. Here's the link - happy writing!
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Monday, September 29, 2008
We are the snot nosed kids....CAUTION, GROSSNESS AHEAD!
Well I have been living in the land of snot and hankies. Kaydn Rye has been sick since Wednesday, which is completely odd because he never gets sick. I remember he was sick with a cold for probably a day back in, I think March, but this has been full-out sinus infection. I have resided on the outskirts of the land of snot and hankies since before I can remember. If you don't know about my chronic sinus problems, well then you don't read this little blog enough, see LAND OF THE LIVING, CONGAPLEX AND WOOHOO DOCTORS.
But anyway, it's now official - Kaydn Rye has inherited the sinus infections. And the thick and chunky green snot just would not end.
Are you gagging yet? What can I say, you were warned, and when I write, I write for effect, I write to bring my readers into the moment. Consider yourself brought.
For me, the hilarious portion of the whole ordeal is that my husband gags everytime he sees me pull out a chunk of green snot out of the monkey's nose, or my nose for that matter, but after living with it my whole life, it doesn't really phase me. What did phase me is on Thursday night when Kaydn Rye ended up puking up the green snot. That was definitely a new experience for me. Now I'm starting to gag. But really, you end up swallowing so much snot in your sleep when you have such bad sinus infections, and snot production is not exactly a voluntary thing.
But I think our little monkey is better now. Hopefully it wasn't some snot nosed kid at his germ infested preschool that got him sick in the first place.
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
We're bringing down the neighborhood
It's so good to be back to the blogging life. Not being online since Saturday, that's a little too much "real" life for me. I didn't realize until now just how important my blogging life is.
I haven't taken any "before" pictures of the new house yet, I'll get them maybe this week. You see, while our new house is wonderful and very uniquely decorated, by uniquely I mean tons of wallpaper!!! It all needs to come down. It is very victorian, and while that's great and wonderful, I do not do wallpaper, at all, whatsoever - it doesn't exactly go with my Picasso prints and contemporary art. The couple who owned the house before us, while they are great and wonderful and did great work renovating the house, she has wallpaper in absolutely every room. In some rooms it's just wallpaper border, which I think is even worse, but it all needs to come down. I don't even know how to take wallpaper down, I've never done it before.
What's really strange is that the couple moved next door, so I'm sure she's going to be mortified when I start ripping down the wallpaper and painting the entire house in browns, reds and dark blues. Right now the paint that is in the house is mainly purple, green and pink. It's so funny, but in the hallway upstairs, where there is no wallpaper, it is green and purple, she even painted the hardwood green and purple. I think I'm leaving that, just because you can't go wrong with green and purple. In the bathroom upstairs, is just crazy. It has wonderful fixtures and built ins, but of course, it has hugely flowered wallpaper. It is absolutely insane. When Kaydn Rye walked in, he said, "Wow, it's a motel bathroom, mom."
So the people we bought the house from are our new neighbors, and after they spent about 20 years refurbishing, updating and renovating the house, now that they can actually just live in the house, she's getting too old to keep it all up. And she can barely make it up all the stairs in the house. So, they moved into the junky house next door, which is much smaller and is all on one level. They are already hard at work renovating that place. Between the two of us, with a bunch of our junk still in boxes on the front porch, and with all the junk in their yard that they've torn out of their house, we look like the rednecks on the block, you know, the people who have sheets for curtains, cars on blocks in the front yard, and crap strewn about their never-mowed lawn, yep, that's us right now.
It doesn't stop raining, so the grass is trying to take over the property and we just have stuff everywhere.
Not to mention the fact that neither of us have window treatments up yet. The neighbors are replacing all their windows this week, and they didn't leave a lot of the window treatments in our house when they left. So when I'm standing at the kitchen sink I can see right into their dining room, and vice versa of course. The other night they were standing at the window, probably trying to figure out how they were going to get the window out, and I was washing dishes. We both just looked at each other and waved. I'm going to have to resort to sheets for curtains until I can get to town to buy some blinds.
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I haven't taken any "before" pictures of the new house yet, I'll get them maybe this week. You see, while our new house is wonderful and very uniquely decorated, by uniquely I mean tons of wallpaper!!! It all needs to come down. It is very victorian, and while that's great and wonderful, I do not do wallpaper, at all, whatsoever - it doesn't exactly go with my Picasso prints and contemporary art. The couple who owned the house before us, while they are great and wonderful and did great work renovating the house, she has wallpaper in absolutely every room. In some rooms it's just wallpaper border, which I think is even worse, but it all needs to come down. I don't even know how to take wallpaper down, I've never done it before.
What's really strange is that the couple moved next door, so I'm sure she's going to be mortified when I start ripping down the wallpaper and painting the entire house in browns, reds and dark blues. Right now the paint that is in the house is mainly purple, green and pink. It's so funny, but in the hallway upstairs, where there is no wallpaper, it is green and purple, she even painted the hardwood green and purple. I think I'm leaving that, just because you can't go wrong with green and purple. In the bathroom upstairs, is just crazy. It has wonderful fixtures and built ins, but of course, it has hugely flowered wallpaper. It is absolutely insane. When Kaydn Rye walked in, he said, "Wow, it's a motel bathroom, mom."
So the people we bought the house from are our new neighbors, and after they spent about 20 years refurbishing, updating and renovating the house, now that they can actually just live in the house, she's getting too old to keep it all up. And she can barely make it up all the stairs in the house. So, they moved into the junky house next door, which is much smaller and is all on one level. They are already hard at work renovating that place. Between the two of us, with a bunch of our junk still in boxes on the front porch, and with all the junk in their yard that they've torn out of their house, we look like the rednecks on the block, you know, the people who have sheets for curtains, cars on blocks in the front yard, and crap strewn about their never-mowed lawn, yep, that's us right now.
It doesn't stop raining, so the grass is trying to take over the property and we just have stuff everywhere.
Not to mention the fact that neither of us have window treatments up yet. The neighbors are replacing all their windows this week, and they didn't leave a lot of the window treatments in our house when they left. So when I'm standing at the kitchen sink I can see right into their dining room, and vice versa of course. The other night they were standing at the window, probably trying to figure out how they were going to get the window out, and I was washing dishes. We both just looked at each other and waved. I'm going to have to resort to sheets for curtains until I can get to town to buy some blinds.
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Hacking into the network right now...
So we are all moved into our new house, and we’ve come to the conclusion that rather than go through the stresses of unpacking all of our junk, we’re just going to live out of boxes until we finally decide we’ll unpack a box or two.
Well maybe not, but we are seriously considering it.
I am still waiting for my internet to be set up, so I am sitting in the parking lot of the little motel in our tiny town, and I’m hacking into their wireless network on my husband’s laptop so I can blog to all of you! I found out that the library here has new fall hours, so they are now only open on Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, so I couldn't even go there and get on the internet!! That has to let you know how crazy this little town is!!
We moved in on Saturday and that night was an interesting one. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, but by the time I went to bed, I was exhausted. I didn’t even need to take my “all-natural foo foo” sleeping pills I take to go to sleep sometimes. Well I call them pills, but “my pills” are actually a spray that you spritz on your tongue right before you go to sleep. I have an all-natural pharmacy in town where I go to get Congaplex, which is a natural remedy for chronic sinus infections.
I went to the all-natural pharmacy a few months ago because I was having problems sleeping, which is a totally new thing for me, I could sleep on a rock in the middle of the ocean usually. The guy told me to try this spray stuff as it is the best for people whose minds race all day and all night.
I read the ingredients and it was indeed a lot of plant roots and things like that. But it wasn’t until I got home that night and actually sprayed some that I noticed it tasted like alcohol. I looked on the bottle and read it has something like 35% ethanol! I thought that was kind of funny, but I said, “What the heck, that’s fine with me.” Alcohol has always made me feel like falling in to a coma. In high school, while everyone was having a good ol’ time drinking and partying, I would be the one at the party conked out on the couch. I won’t lie and say that I didn’t drink in high school, because I did drink, but for some reason, while everyone else seemed to be having such a good time drinking, it always made me feel like curling up on the couch to take a nap. I’m sure everyone thought I was just passed out, but I was really just catching up on my sleep - worked out for everyone.
So anyway, after all that, no, I did not need my sleeping spray to get to sleep, but around 4 o’clock that morning I woke up because, like an old lady, I had to pee. And I could not get back to sleep. At 4:30 Kaydn Rye fell out of bed, from his big boy bed that we just put him in that night, onto the hardwood floor in his room. I put him back to bed and he was so conked out that I don’t think he even noticed that he had just done a face plant on the floor. With that crisis solved, I went back to bed.
I laid there, and I laid there, and I laid there some more. I couldn’t find my sleeping spray anywhere, and by this time it was about 5:30. Just when I thought I was about ready to doze off, the dog started sawing logs (she has some serious snoring issues.) And then hubby started passing gas in his sleep. It sounded like a machine gun. That eventually passed, and then he started doing his whole “leg in the air” thing. By that, I mean, in his sleep he’ll bend his leg in the air, and then every once in a while his leg’ll fall, and then he’ll catch it and bring it back up. It shakes the whole bed. It is so annoying. And when he sleeps he’s in such a deep trance that I can barely wake him up sometimes to get him to put his leg down. I literally have to roll him over myself, all 300 pounds of him (he’s a big guy, probably 6’6’’, and built). Seriously, if a rapist ever broke in to our house in the middle of the night, I’d be raped and pillaged by the time he ever woke up and regained consciousness.
So by the time 6:30 rolled around I was finally almost conked out when I realized that part of my sleeping problems, apart from all the anxiety about all that’s going on in my life right now, was partly because I was homesick for our old house. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love, love, love our new house, it’s amazing, and not that our old house wasn’t great, it was, but as soon as I saw this house I was ready to ditch the old one. So I don’t know what it was, I just felt homesick. I loved our old neighborhood, I loved our neighbors, I loved that we weren’t living in the middle of nowhere, I just liked it there. I guess living in this podunk little town is going to take some getting used to.
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Well maybe not, but we are seriously considering it.
I am still waiting for my internet to be set up, so I am sitting in the parking lot of the little motel in our tiny town, and I’m hacking into their wireless network on my husband’s laptop so I can blog to all of you! I found out that the library here has new fall hours, so they are now only open on Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, so I couldn't even go there and get on the internet!! That has to let you know how crazy this little town is!!
We moved in on Saturday and that night was an interesting one. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, but by the time I went to bed, I was exhausted. I didn’t even need to take my “all-natural foo foo” sleeping pills I take to go to sleep sometimes. Well I call them pills, but “my pills” are actually a spray that you spritz on your tongue right before you go to sleep. I have an all-natural pharmacy in town where I go to get Congaplex, which is a natural remedy for chronic sinus infections.
I went to the all-natural pharmacy a few months ago because I was having problems sleeping, which is a totally new thing for me, I could sleep on a rock in the middle of the ocean usually. The guy told me to try this spray stuff as it is the best for people whose minds race all day and all night.
I read the ingredients and it was indeed a lot of plant roots and things like that. But it wasn’t until I got home that night and actually sprayed some that I noticed it tasted like alcohol. I looked on the bottle and read it has something like 35% ethanol! I thought that was kind of funny, but I said, “What the heck, that’s fine with me.” Alcohol has always made me feel like falling in to a coma. In high school, while everyone was having a good ol’ time drinking and partying, I would be the one at the party conked out on the couch. I won’t lie and say that I didn’t drink in high school, because I did drink, but for some reason, while everyone else seemed to be having such a good time drinking, it always made me feel like curling up on the couch to take a nap. I’m sure everyone thought I was just passed out, but I was really just catching up on my sleep - worked out for everyone.
So anyway, after all that, no, I did not need my sleeping spray to get to sleep, but around 4 o’clock that morning I woke up because, like an old lady, I had to pee. And I could not get back to sleep. At 4:30 Kaydn Rye fell out of bed, from his big boy bed that we just put him in that night, onto the hardwood floor in his room. I put him back to bed and he was so conked out that I don’t think he even noticed that he had just done a face plant on the floor. With that crisis solved, I went back to bed.
I laid there, and I laid there, and I laid there some more. I couldn’t find my sleeping spray anywhere, and by this time it was about 5:30. Just when I thought I was about ready to doze off, the dog started sawing logs (she has some serious snoring issues.) And then hubby started passing gas in his sleep. It sounded like a machine gun. That eventually passed, and then he started doing his whole “leg in the air” thing. By that, I mean, in his sleep he’ll bend his leg in the air, and then every once in a while his leg’ll fall, and then he’ll catch it and bring it back up. It shakes the whole bed. It is so annoying. And when he sleeps he’s in such a deep trance that I can barely wake him up sometimes to get him to put his leg down. I literally have to roll him over myself, all 300 pounds of him (he’s a big guy, probably 6’6’’, and built). Seriously, if a rapist ever broke in to our house in the middle of the night, I’d be raped and pillaged by the time he ever woke up and regained consciousness.
So by the time 6:30 rolled around I was finally almost conked out when I realized that part of my sleeping problems, apart from all the anxiety about all that’s going on in my life right now, was partly because I was homesick for our old house. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love, love, love our new house, it’s amazing, and not that our old house wasn’t great, it was, but as soon as I saw this house I was ready to ditch the old one. So I don’t know what it was, I just felt homesick. I loved our old neighborhood, I loved our neighbors, I loved that we weren’t living in the middle of nowhere, I just liked it there. I guess living in this podunk little town is going to take some getting used to.
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Severed limb syndrome and the death of the boxes....
So today was a preschool day, but because I am in the throes of packing, my aunt graciously offered to be Kaydn Rye's chauffeur today. If you don't know that preschool is about 50 miles away, that is, until we finally move on Friday, then you don't read this little blog enough, and see Preschool is taking over my life!
So she took him to preschool, and in the teeny tiny town we're moving to there is actually one of the best chinese restaurants around. And with Kaydn Rye loving all things chinese food, she took him to the chinese restaurant after preschool. And since my parents are harvesting in the area this week, he then went to the field with them to ride around in the combine.
And as much as I love the little monkey, G-d bless him, it is so wonderful to spend the day hanging out with just myself, well, and the little dog too. I don't have a schedule, I do my own thing, I eat chips and dip on the couch in front of the television, Gertie and I have some bonding time, it's great.
But I don't know if it's like phantom limb syndrome (you know, when you have a limb chopped off and you still think you feel the limb), or what, but when Kaydn Rye is gone I still think I hear him bopping around upstairs. This morning I heard some kind of squeal while I was packing up the bedroom, and I thought, "Great, what is he screaming about now?"
It was a bird. Squealing. Right outside my window.
And even amongst all the nacho eating on the couch, I finally got most of the kitchen packed up. But with the massive amounts of moving we've done in the last five years, I have come to the conclusion that a lot of my moving boxes are ready for box heaven. Like my toaster box, today it was screaming at me, "Please just let me die! Please. I'm old, I've lived a good life, just let me die." So, after this move, I will give it a proper burial.
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So she took him to preschool, and in the teeny tiny town we're moving to there is actually one of the best chinese restaurants around. And with Kaydn Rye loving all things chinese food, she took him to the chinese restaurant after preschool. And since my parents are harvesting in the area this week, he then went to the field with them to ride around in the combine.
And as much as I love the little monkey, G-d bless him, it is so wonderful to spend the day hanging out with just myself, well, and the little dog too. I don't have a schedule, I do my own thing, I eat chips and dip on the couch in front of the television, Gertie and I have some bonding time, it's great.
But I don't know if it's like phantom limb syndrome (you know, when you have a limb chopped off and you still think you feel the limb), or what, but when Kaydn Rye is gone I still think I hear him bopping around upstairs. This morning I heard some kind of squeal while I was packing up the bedroom, and I thought, "Great, what is he screaming about now?"
It was a bird. Squealing. Right outside my window.
And even amongst all the nacho eating on the couch, I finally got most of the kitchen packed up. But with the massive amounts of moving we've done in the last five years, I have come to the conclusion that a lot of my moving boxes are ready for box heaven. Like my toaster box, today it was screaming at me, "Please just let me die! Please. I'm old, I've lived a good life, just let me die." So, after this move, I will give it a proper burial.
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