Into My Mind

To all interested:

Bart's surgery went well. For those that don't know us, my oldest child had a tonsilectomy and adenoidectomy yesterday. Everything went smoothly, his doctor said that he was glad they chose surgery because the tonsils and adenoids were larger than actually anticipated. Bart is doing great and was already eating a drinking last night and we are home today.

How did we end up having surgery?
My oldest son was having some attention problems at school. He is not disruptive, just distracted. His teacher felt that he may have been a candidate for ADD. So, we went and saw the pediatrician. She noticed the distraction issues, but wanted to rule out other possibilities that exhibit the same symptoms. We had a sleep study conducted to see if he suffered sleep apnea and he did. I never knew and felt guilty for not knowing it, but my son would stop breathing while he slept. I know this is a common problem, but I didn't know my son had it. The next visit was to our ENT. He felt the best results would be found through surgery instead of a nightly breathing machine. He also explained that if a full night's sleep wasn't being obtained, then yes symptoms of ADD such as lack of attention and distraction would be evident.

So, Bart had surgery. He was excited going into it, but not so excited now. He is sore, but handling it like a champ. One of his favorite comments at this time is "at least I can't have that done again."

Thanks to all for your thoughts and prayers and he is doing great! Now, we just have to move and from what I've heard, we have to move in the snow. I'm going to end for now because I have no desire to even think about moving in the snow. Bye!

So, my sister has decided to start a blog of her own. I know this because she just called and had me help her attach a photo. Her first entry, hilarious!!! If you are interested in reading, hers can be found at www.thelifeofbeaner.blogspot.com

Don't ask me how the nickname beaner stuck, because I have no idea. I do remember in late grade school, early high school she was called "red" and I was "junior red." We both have red hair and I'm her younger sister, hence the junior. Although Junior Red doesn't sound that diabolical and you would think that I wouldn't mind continuing to be referred to as that, you're WRONG!! I can't stand it and for only one reason...

In fourth grade, my very first crush and only secret admirer, decided that when he no longer liked me it would be fun to alter the nickname. I soon became known as "Junior Red with the Big Forehead." This wonderful adaptation stuck all the way through eighth grade. To this day, when I see him that's all I think of. It has truly scarred me for life!

Every morning for breakfast I now eat a bowl of Apple Cinnamon Oatmeal. Apple Cinnamon Oatmeal is a very good meal and very filling. I highly recommend it. Maple Brown Sugar on the other hand, very easy to get burned out on.

Rubber Ducky You're The One.. You Make Bathtime Lot's Of Fun.. Rubber Ducky I'm Awfully Fond Of You..

It's nice to find that you have some childhood memories in common with your husband.

I am now on a recreational volleyball league with some friends. Let me tell you, we had a blast last night. Couldn't play worth a lick, but we had a good time none the less. I have discovered that there are shoulder muscles I have been neglecting and man a volleyball can really bruise your arm. Oh well, for the love of the game. I'm so happy to finally find a sport I can play. After making a complete ass of myself at softball and never even making it on the team long enough to play a game, it's nice to find something to do.

Now the children are not so happy that their Mommy may have a hobby. Heaven forbid Mommies have hobbies. The world will now stop rotating every Monday and they will feel abandoned because even though Daddy's at home, it's just not good enough. Here's the kicker; Daddies are not allowed hobbies either! When softball starts again and Daddy is gone one to two nights a week, the world will stop, they will feel abandoned, and Mommy is just not good enough. Oh to be so loved as to be loved by a child!!

Yes, I realize that I am trying to learn something right now.
Yes, I realize there is another individual trying to teach me right now.
BUT...
Please still interrupt and speak to me as if what you have to say is far more important and life threatening that it cannot wait until my previous conversation is complete.

Thank you, I feel better now after venting.

Have you ever been so sick that when you finally felt better it was better than any orgasm you've ever had? - - That was a joke; please tell you didn't answer yes.

Well, Homer and I have been sick with sinus infections, strep throat, a thrown out back, etc. You name it we probably just got over it. That when I woke up this morning and could actually speak without sounding like a chipmunk and swallow, hallelujah I was cured!! My mom and I had the debate "Puking or Sore Throat?" She's a sore throat person that can't stand to vomit. Me? Hey, I figure there's only so much I can throw up and it's always helped me lose a few pounds. Now don't go worrying, I'm not going around punking on purpose. I have no reason to... I have breasts now!!! If I start puking to lose weight, you know where it will come from? My chest and we just ain't havin' that.

Thanks to all for your thoughts and prayers during our misery. We understand that you would have liked to join us, but it was just too inconvenient for your schedule. We are feeling worlds better now; the only thing left is to fix his back. I keep offering to walk on it, but he just waddles away scared. I have yet to figure out why, haha.

Well, tonight has been an interesting evening. My oldest really, really, really wanted to take some pictures of our current apartment so not to forget where we've lived. So I gave him the digital camera, showed him and his sister how to use it and set them free. This is how to never forget a place you have lived...

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Has anyone else realized that, unbeknownst to the resident of any given habitat, your items multiply? I know I like to purge and my husband likes to save, but I swear the items themselves are winning the battle. Toys are the worst. I know the movie collection is my own fault and of my own choosing, but I swear that somehow Barbie and the Matchbox cars have learned to mate. And... they don't create more Barbies or cars, no they create balls that have no where to go, string that I'm not sure where it came from, random puzzle pieces that have no puzzle, and little tiny pieces of @$*& that get stuck in your foot or get buried at the bottom of toy bins and have no real purpose in life but to annoy the ever living crap out of you.

Paper, people, paper!! I know there's an old saying about "mating like rabbits" or something to that nature (oh, you get my drift - so be quiet), well paper far out does any bunnies I have seen. I know it's an inanimate object with no reproductive qualities at all, but by God it's a miracle! I have never seen so much paper as during a time of packing. If Homer and I could mate like the paper, I swear he would never complain and have a permanent smile tattooed on his face.

Eight days and counting... I must have all the paper packed in eight days. I must have all the toys packed in eight days. I must have a layout for the new apartment prepared and know where every item will go in eight days. Or by God, I know I will be hung upside down by my toes to have the local puppy dogs lick my face!!! -- This was always a famous threat of my mother's. Love her to death, turning out just like her, but she may be just a little wicked. I was allergic to puppies has a child and this may in fact have caused me harm. Oh well, I tell my children that I'm going to sell them to the gypsies. They will be scarred for life, my job is complete.

So, one week ago my husband took me to "RENT" for my birthday. We have since purchased the soundtrack and it currently seems to be the only thing I listen to. I have decided that I would like to share with the ever interested public a few wonderful quotes from the show.

"I gotta get out of here! It's like I'm being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck, being packed in with fertilizer and fuel oil, pushed over a cliff by a suicidal mickey mouse!" -- This has to be my favorite.

"Emotion devotion, to causing a commotion, creation, vacation... mucho masturbation"

"Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear. Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes. How do you measure - measure a year?"

This truly was a show to be seen and I say this from the depths of my heart "God bless all performers there to make the audience laugh, cry, and above all think"

Welcome to my blog. Let me introduce myself.
"Hello, my name is... and I am an internet and movie junkie." The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, but I don't have a problem. Who wouldn't want to be an internet addict or own every movie created?

I have just come to the realization of my movie vice while packing for an upcoming move. Now, please remember I am not in this alone. I am married, let's call him Homer, and have children, we can call them Bart, Lisa and Joe (I can't use Maggie, b/c I have a son). So back to the point, I can share blame with my husband and you know that to be a good mother I must purchase every child's film ever made. Anyway, while packing for the upcoming move I decided that I would create a database of our movies. Let's just say I'm not finished packing or buying, but have already reached the 250 mark. I know, I know... that is so sick. I admit it, I'm an addict!!!

Then, a typical day for me would be checking my email at least 6 times. It's typically empty, but I must check! I read my favorite blog sites at least 2 - 3 times a day, you know they can get updated at any time and I don't want to lag behind. Then, I must check the typical mind numbing sites such as; eonline, yahoo horoscopes, pogo.com, etc. BUT... please have hope my loving internet, I do regularly check CNN for all the worldly news. There reading CNN.com should make up for all my misfit ways.

I must go eat now, this is exhausting.