Post Christmas

I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas.
We sure did.
We celebrated with my family the Saturday
BEFORE Christmas because we all go
to our in-laws for Christmas.
Because I neglected to charge my camera battery,
here is the only pic I got - but it's a good one.
That is my ADORABLE nephew Carter.
He's 10 months old and just the best!
AND that is my MOM! She's doing great!

Christmas Eve day, Dylan and I ran around town doing
last minute shopping and decided to have breakfast
at Henry's, our local greasy spoon.

As we were being seated....I saw it first....and made sure I
wouldn't be facing it. What was it you ask?
Looked like THING to me.

.....shudder...........
Come one, would you want to eat with that mess
right in front of you?
No.
So I did what any caring mother would do....
I made my kid face it.

This was his view:

This was my view:


He thanked me by shooting his straw wrapper at me.

Christmas morning was great!
Check out these pics of Dylan getting his "favorite" gift - a Mac Book



His reaction was MY favorite Christmas gift.

I Think It's Coming Back!

I feel like gettin' crafty!

Dreams

Dream #!
-Paul, my gorgeous husband, was
discovered by Marc Jacobs and became an
international supermodel.....at age 50.
Marc Jacobs liked the fact that Paul was
a regular guy and decided to use that.
Paul's clothes consisted of tuxedoes covered
in glitter and the shirts were different colors.
When he wore the deep blue shirt his face was
painted blue to match the shirt - it was a concept
thing. And a curling iron was used to create
antennae looking things in the front of his head.
Paul was going to be a superstar. Not only was
he going to travel all over the world, but he
was going to lecture on being a "regular guy"
who modeled.
I was pissed because he had to be in Milan at
4pm on Christmas and that was going to ruin our plans.
I was also pissed because he was hanging out
with male and female models who were doing drugs.
He just wanted to model for a year to make a ton
of money for us.
I was sure he was going to leave me for life
in the fast lane.

Dream #2
-I'm working in an office.
Jan from The Office is my boss.
Obama also works in my office but he's not
the president or anything, he just worked there.
Jan thinks I'd be right for a position in NYC.
She sends me on an interview.
There are 6 of us up for the job.
One girl who already went on her interview told me
there was a uniform for the position which consisted
of a plaid skirt, a navy blazer with a patch on the pocket,
knee socks........and a helmet.
I took a handsome cab to the interview and the
driver asked me for my number and I gave it
to him hoping he'd call me for a date.
The interview, which was in the Citicorp
Center was held in a section of the
center where the Duggars - the one's with
18 children lived, in their house.
It as filthy. I had to go into the
bathroom to put on tights but the
door wouldn't lock.
Then I got a headache and woke up.

I relayed these dreams to Paul - my supermodel,
and he asked me, "are you sure you're not supposed to
be taking those pills anymore?"

Steroids

So I've been coughing since Halloween.
Seriously coughing.
Well, of course it would be serious if it's been
going on for over a month.
I called my doc and he prescribed a Z-pac.
Took it.
Still coughing.
I finally went to a pulmonologist - lung doc.
He took xrays, gave me breathing tests, listened here
there and everywhere.
Doesn't know what's wrong with me.
Prescribed Prednisone.
Prednisone is a steroid that is supposed to
prevent/constrict inflamation ie: clear up my
lungs that already look clear on the xray.
Whatever.
So I take it.
I've taken it before.
No problem.
2 weeks later.
Still coughing.
Prednisone for 2 more weeks.
Now I notice something.
I'm down.
So down.
Down
Down
Down
Sad
feel like crying for no reason
but the coughing is subsiding.
Why am I so down?
I'm happy that my mother is home.
I'm happy that it's Christmas.
I'm happy, right?
AREN'T I HAPPY???!!!!!!!
Why do I feel so sad when
I'M SO FREAKIN' HAPPY DAMNIT?
Oh, I'm also feeling hostile.
Hostile
angry
short fused
very hostile.
I almost yelled at a man in a parking lot
for taking two spots.
Dylan was like, "Mom, whoa."
BUT THE COUGHING IS SUBSIDING AND I'M
SO FREAKIN' HAPPY.....and hostile....
and I want to eat one whole wall of the house.
Ok, maybe 2 walls.
I drive to the store to buy a pint of Hagen Daaz
Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream to have for
dinner.
NO SHARING.
(that's where I almost yelled at the man in the parking lot)
So let's see....
I'M SO FREAKIN' SAD, HOSTILE AND HUNGRY.
What the hell is wrong with me.
Hello internet.
"Call Doctor immediately if you have any of these serious
side effects from taking Prednisone: SEVERE DEPRESSION.
yup, that's me.
Hello!!?????
I suffer from depression anyway (well managed I might say)
Why the hell would you give me this medicine that makes me
want to run over cats and dogs with my car??????
So I stop taking it.
Call the doc in the morning.
He says, "oh, yeah, you better stop taking that."
I need a new doctor.
And no, I didn't eat all the ice cream.
There's a spoonful and a half left for tonight.

Business Trip

*Warning:
This is possibly my dullest post ever.
You may just want to check back tomorrow for
something - anything else.



Oh, still here........
Hey - don't say I didn't warn you!


Thank you for all your votes about my
travel bag issues.

I am not a Vera Bradley type.
So yes, I even surprised myself when I
decided to look.

I chose Kensington.
It's being discontinued.
Fine, whatever. I don't need every single piece.

I chose:
-a large duffle
-a toiletry bag
-a jewelry bag
-a ditty bag
-2 makeup bags







As I said previously, I'd like some casual overnight
luggage. Come on, I'm due.
AND
I'm taking MY FIRST BUSINESS TRIP in March.
I want things that go together.
It's a summer camp convention, so
Vera Bradley will fit in just fine.

I like the pattern a lot.
AND IT'S ALL ON SALE!!!
I already picked up the duffle and ditty for Paul to
give me and I took Dylan to a store that has the rest
so he can show Paul what to get me.
Look, if I pick it out, we're all happy on Christmas morning, ok?
Who's with me here?

-and about that ditty bag.
What the hell are dittys?

Christmas.....for me.

So I was doing a little surfing and found these:


I really like the green bags and chose a funky monogram style with blue thread.
I also chose the jewelry roll.
I use a big Clinique free gift bag for my toiletries when I travel.
Come on now, I'm 42.
I deserve some grown up stuff, don't I?
So I put these items in my cart and showed it to Dylan so he
could show Daddy what to get me for Christmas.
Each day I checked the cart.
Each day there were 2 items in the cart.
Each day.
Until yesterday.
Dylan checked yesterday and the cart was empty!
We thought Daddy shopped, but alas someone else did
and they removed my saved items and they are now
NO LONGER AVAILABLE!
Pppppppbbbbbbbttttttttttt!
I really wanted those.
So I've been searching again.
What do you people think of Vera Bradley?
Should I venture into her world?
It's a dangerous world full of many, many items.
Here are the two patterns I like:


This is called Raspberry Fizz.
I was immediately drawn to it.
Love orange.
It's fun, cute.
Like it.

This is Kensington.
Now keep in mind, just about everything I wear is brown, orange or green.
This would go with everything.
It seems a little more sophisticated.
However, it's being discontinued.
That being said, it's on sale.
I want:
a large duffle for travel
a toiletry bag
a jewel roll
a makeup bag

So, what do you think.
Help me out here girls.
Thanks!

Homecoming!!

My mother is coming home today!!!
She's been doing so well in physical therapy
that they've decided she'll be okay at home.
She'll continue outpatient therapy at home.

Is my dad ready?
I'm not sure, lol.
He has to learn to care for her at home,
help her with the stairs etc.

Mom is in great spirits.
She's back to her old self.
She'll begin radiation and chemo
soon and told me, "That's when I'll REALLY get sick."
She's ready to tackle this thing and so are we.
I can't wait to have her home.

THANK YOU to everyone who continues
to send me emails and comments.
Thank you for your good thoughts and
prayers. I'm so lucky.
Thank you.

This and That

Wearing:





Wanting

Reading

Trying

(it's $4 - compared to the $17 I spend on my other gel!)

Driving (mom's car)

Listening To

I don't care what Dooce says - this is my favorite Christmas Album.

Feeling Better - thanks.

I subbed in a nursery class earlier this week.
Those little faces were just what I needed.
It was wonderful.

Well, I could have done without the art project.

Glitter + 3 year olds = Bad idea.

Yeah, glitter is the herpes of the art world.
You never get rid of it.

I will leave you with a snippet of a conversation
I heard in class that day.

4 three year olds:
"Let's play house!"
"Ok, I'll be the mom."
"I'll be the dad."
"I'll be the baby."
"And I'll be the monster!"

I love them!

....to tears.

I am overwhelmed.
I am overwhelmed by what is going on.
I am overwhelmed by the stress.
I am overwhelmed by the worry.
I am overwhelmed by the kindness.
I am overwhelmed by the concern.
I am overwhelmed by the love.
I am overwhelmed.