Friday, November 30, 2007
So, in a nutshell? Did I love NaBloPoMo? Hard to say. I mean, it lit a fire under my ass and made me post - which some days I totally needed. Other times posting when I've got nothing much to say? Not easy. And sometimes I just plain forgot until - quite literally - the eleventh hour.
So - we'll see you in December. Which is in like, two minutes.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
See you all tomorrow, where we will celebrate the end of the BloPo with much fanfare.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
What kind of soap is in your bathtub right now? A blueberry/vanilla mix from Sundrop Soaps. And some dial for the other people in the family.
Do you have any watermelon in your refrigerator? Nope, although I probably should check.
What would you change about your living room? I'd make it a little bigger if I could. I'm sort of limited when it comes to switching furiture around. The TV/Entertainment center thing can only go in one place.
Is your bed made right now? Halfway, the covers are all pulled up but since the dog sleeps on it sometimes while I'm at work I'll neaten it up when I get home.
Is your closet organized? I just redid my linen closet. So I'll say yes.
Can you describe your flashlight? We have, um, a TON of flashlites. Drab green coleman styles, a black grippy one, two blue ones with a folding gizmo so they can stand up...and yes there is more but I'm not bothering...
Do you sleep with any lights on at night? Just one downstairs in the kitchen. I hate light when I'm trying to sleep.
Do you own a stereo? yep, two.
How many house phones? 2
What style do you decorate in? Whatever I like.
Do you like solid colors in furniture or prints? Solid, most definitely.
In case of fire, what are the items in your house which you’d grab if you only could make one quick trip? We'll just assume the kids, husband and pets are already safe. Then I'd go for the portable hard drive and baby books.
I'm tagging blackbird because she loves to be tagged *cough*weirdo*cough* and I don't know if I've ever tagged her for anything, ever.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Saturday: An evening hockey game, where our team fought their way back to a tie. The other team's website called my son's team a powerhouse. It makes me giggle, I mean...they're ten.
Sunday: Eight a.m. practice. I stay home with the girlie, enjoying the sleep-in. Photoless.
Monday: My mom runs a big fund raiser dinner for her employer and the guest speaker? None other than Cam Neely.
So the boy got to enjoy a dinner out and hob nob with a hockey VIP. Are those meat hooks or hands? My son said he seemed like a really nice guy and felt bad that he had to answer questions from people who were more concerned with the health of Patrice Bergeron than Cam's Neely House. Oh, and there was a practice that night that my son missed.
Wednesday: Skate with the Bruins. What I thought would be just a quick free skate with a few rookies turned into a super crowded event that featured one rookie and one superstar.
Meet Phil Kessel. Cancer survivor, excellent hockey player and hero of my boy. Damn, he's cute too.
Saturday: An evening game after spending the day in your pajamas. Ugh, how the poor kid got motivated I'll never know. He's the one in the white helmet. Oh, we won and are
Sunday: There was a seven a.m. practice. And hell would have to just about freeze over for me to go to one of those just for the fun of it, so no pictures.
The team was signed up to play the other Squirt B team in our organization. The game was in Providence at the Dunk (where the Providence Bruins play and right before one of their games). It was only for bragging rights but still my husband was glad to see his team pull off the win. Seeing these pictures makes me realize just how bad the lighting is in virtually every other rink.
Providence Bruins game. Where the kids sit together and act like typical nine and ten year old boys, i.e. stealing each other's hats, sharing popcorn and screaming like lunatics every time the players threw down their gloves for a fight.
Hockey skills. I don't usually go as it turns to social hour after the kids are off the ice and we get home entirely too late for a school night.
And done. Granted, there were some extras in there that usually aren't (Cam, Phil Kessel) but it's a slippery slope people....
Ratatouille. Meh. Started off pretty good and then got way boring. Don't bother.
Monday, November 26, 2007
I was so looking forward to a quiet night with the girl (the boys had hockey skills) and I found myself with one of those 'it hurts to blink' type of headaches. Sweet girl that she is, she made me a card and used about four tons of stickers on some other project while I curled up on the chair and tried to sleep. And then she rubbed my back.
I love that child.
A knitting question: I'm making a scarf (stockinette stitch)...I want to add stripes. Does it matter if I start the next color on a knit row or a purl row? Anyone?
And no, the fire place wasn't lit. No roasted duck. Apparently, though, it was dark when they came home and the man approached the fireplace with a flashlight and was nearly scared to death when the duck hissed and pecked his beak hard at the glass doors. They called the neighbors and got some crab nets and somehow managed to get a hissing, flapping, pissed off duck into one net, cover it with another one and run it outside. I still laugh when I picture it...
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Some random for y'all:
Do you put those single clear bulb candles in your windows during the holidays? Electric or Battery? And how do the cords look on the INSIDE of your house? My outlets are not anywhere near my windows in most cases and while I'd love to quit with the batteries I worry about how much more I'd hate the cords.
Am loving the Thomas' Cranberry English muffins, with homemade blueberry/raspberry jelly.
I'm reading The Subtle Knife (a sequel to The Golden Compass) and while I'm enjoying it, a line about cutting off children's sexual organs kind of makes me wonder about finding it in the 'independent reader' children's section at Borders.
We've spent the vast majority of the last two days in pajamas and sweatpants alternating between gameboys (pokemon ruby for me and emerald for the boy), movies (transformers), barbies, knitting and reading. Perfection.
Not cooking on Thanksgiving leaves you with no leftovers. And dinner time hockey leaves you with no opportunity to cook a smallish version. I'm jonesing for some soup.
Getting out the door to go Christmas shopping at 3:20 a.m. is just way sick. On the other hand, I only have four things left to buy and I know exactly what they are.
I always wonder what I'm missing when I meet those people that everyone says, "Oh, you'll love A. she is SO nice" and then I don't really like them at all. And don't find them particularly nice either.
We bought the kids those winter jackets that zip apart so that there's a fleece liner and a windproof shell. My daughter lost her fleece liner part the first week she had the jacket. *sigh*
My son sat on my lap during his friend's hockey game today. He's ten and is sometimes allergic to me, so it was doubly nice. He also explained the term 'odd man rush' and showed me some examples during the game. He then rolled my eyes at my newly coined 'even man rush' and told me to pipe down before a hockey dad heard me.
A friend of ours had a duck fall down their chimney and into their fireplace.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
A few things -
He pretty much has a full on panic attack. I really believe that he thinks he can go through with it and according to my husband he WAS going through with it until he saw the needles. He doesn't just have us get all the way up there and refuse to cooperate, it's deeper than that. He knows he has to do it. But he's ten year old very healthy child and the whole serious infection thing? He can't wrap his brain around it. He may need pharmaceutical assistance. Which brings me to this...
We have been warned away, repeatedly, from having his root canals done by an oral surgeon. Apparently it's not a procedure they perform regularly and it would be a hell of a thing to go through all this and have what's left of his teeth even more damaged. And so goes the general anesthesia. Endodontists do not, at least not around here, do that. The last guy told me that it's risky to have them under, with the tube going down their throat while they are doing so much work in their mouth and so it's not something that's generally practiced in the U.S. (He's from South Africa, where it IS something they practice and this guy was telling me how unwise it is)
So. No sleepy.
And they don't do that contious sedation for anyone under the age of 18. So none of that either.
And strapping him to a chair? My stomach turns at the thought. Plus, for a root canal - stillness is key. And you can bet he wouldn't be still. And the mental picture of all of this raises my mamabear hackles.
The mean route? Honestly, I'm so apathetic at this point I don't know if I have the wherewithall (sp?) to even be mean. Well, I do but the problem is this...he knows, now, that he has the power to just rip that spit thing off his neck and get out of the chair and the endodontist won't touch him. Which sucks.
I haven't done the bribery thing, really yet. I may. Oh, wait. I did tell him if he did the root canal thing I'd let him buy a certain song for his iPod. Cheesy? Yes. Will I up the stakes? Probably, but not yet.
The latest and greatest guy, who we will see on Tuesday, can give him valium in a pill form first. He's gone this route before, with liquid valium, it didn't work but maybe this time we can up the dosage or hell, I don't know...our options are so limited and the finances of it all looms large. Children's Hospital in Boston may be able to help us but last I checked there was a three month waiting period and no one was even willing to give us a referral to get us in earlier. Maybe with the abcess...
I am sick of teeth.
As, I bet, are you.
This is what you get when I do NaBloPoMo.
Anyway, happy thanksgiving! hope you all enjoyed your turkey, your families and your football.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
I leave work an hour early, my husband two hours early we drive forty minutes....
Only to have the boy jump out of the chair and throw the little spit catcher cloth from around his neck and onto the floor at the first sign of the novacaine needle.
Which, actually isn't true. Not the first sign. First they did the topical on his gums, let it set, explained the whole numbing procedure, answered his questions and THEN he freaked.
Can I tell you how long it took me to find an endodontist that uses nitrous oxide? There are only a handful in the entire state. And now, how it's an emergency because the nerves are dead and one has abcessed. And how much reassuring and discussing and hand holding and hugging we've done for the boy this past year. And how none of it worked. And how I have literally NO idea what to do next and how the doctor had NO suggestions for us except to stress how important it was to get it done? And how, even though I know, I KNOW this is a huge deal for him I'm not really feeling all that sympathetic right now? And how I'm kind of embarrassed by the way he carried on? And how we are totally out of dental insurance? Can I tell you all of that?
Sunday, November 18, 2007
A skull washcloth, I think from Fluid Pudding. I finished this in one night, granted I went to bed after two a.m. but the Sox were in the Series and I was going to be up anyway....
This is the first time I've switched between knit and purl in the same row, I think I only screwed it up once (well, there are a few mistakes but only one with the switcheroo). Not bad, especially for a sleep deprived baseball watching freak.
Live Football Blogging: Randy Moss has caught four touchdown passes in the first half. Thrown by my man Tom. The Celtics have only lost one and a certain Squirt B hockey team is STILL undefeated!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Going to bookclub with your best friend.
Knowing you cannot risk even one more glance at her because someone is bound to catch us rolling our eyes at the engineer's monologue. When I called the executive vp about a job and he said "are you looking?" even though...blah, blah blah hiring freeze blah blah
Trading barbs with her about a future 'resort' in her town and a never to be built Target in mine. Totally loving all her town gossip and knowledge.
Love that she tells me that I could vacuum my computer's fan out and the processor will be faster for it. Or that I can call her about the Sims or the Wii and she'll totally get what I'm asking.
Can't wait to hear the geography fair story.
She doesn't stick up for my husband when I'm reviewing his numerous shortcomings. And she so could, because they have that same Type A thing going on. And her husband and I? Not so much, let's just say we're a little less,
You got me TWO awesome jobs! Two!
Plus she has heated leather seats in her jeep and I love her even more for that.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Pardon me for being excited but I've been working for either non-profits or the town for the past twelve years and I JUST GOT A FIFTY DOLLAR GIFT CARD FOR THANKSGIVING from my most excellent boss.
Of course, in finding that image I saw that, at Stop and Shop, they sell gift cards to Barnes and Noble and iTunes and now I have to talk myself into groceries and out of new books.
Plus I get to ask my husband what he's buying with his Thanksgiving bonus. Which is nada, seeing as their idea of a christmas bonus is that you are still working at that point of the winter.
Score one for jenny.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
It turns out one of his front teeth developed an abcess, which I am assuming by the amount of tears, is extraordinarily painful. He refused to let the endodontist drain it (drilling! no pain killers!), well, really he just started to cry when he heard the word drill and then hugged me. The guy snapped off the rubber gloves and told us to come back in a few days, going the antibiotic route first.
Seems to be working, I have to call tomorrow as he still needs it drained. Then the two root canals to follow within the week or so.
I cannot imagine that we have even one cent left of dental insurance for this kid. Merry Christmas, son.
And speaking of ...
He went upstairs to hop on the computer and what did his absent minded mother leave open? The excel spreadsheet that lists everything I've bought so far. He totally saw it. He confessed to my husband who then told me, secretly, what had happened. I had no idea how to play it, when to bring it up and what to say.
And then at dinner, after his sister left the table, he told me what he had seen (Wii!). I told him it was my 'wishlist' of things I'd like to get them, for ideas when I'm shopping. And then my husband made a big show of saying that I had better not have purchased any Wii type of things. But I'm not sure if he believed us. Next to some of the gifts it says "stocking", "family party" and "family stocking". I don't know how much he really read and digested and I don't really want to bring it up too much more...but ugh. The poor kid, he was as mopey about it as I was.
Okay, now. Off to work...
Monday, November 12, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
A friend and I had talked of getting our families together - it's been too long, we never see each other, do you have any six a.m.'s (ice time)? And we had tentatively planned something for this long weekend.
So, I got this email:
Sounded good. (Stupid italics now I can't get rid of them) I told my husband and he was on board. And so I called SP, rearranged our christmas shopping plans and then called M. to leave a message saying we'd be over, can't wait to see them and what should I bring.
And so she calls...it's a silpada jewelry party. And now she knows I have no plans and *pffft* there went my excuse. Around six thirty last night I was still debating, with my pajamas in one hand and my car keys in the other. I figured I'd stay for an hour. Likely story, I got home at 12:30 a.m.
And this morning to hockey, a tie. While we were all complaining about how bad the team looked we heard the other team's parents talking about what a great game it was and how wonderfully their team played. Which, they were horrible (and mean too, the crosschecking slashers) too but funny how they thought it was a great game and we thought it was horrible and it was all the same as a tie. Different perspective, I guess.
And then it was the final soccer game of the season for the girlie. They capped it off with their first win, so that was something. And no, I don't say as much about soccer but c'mon. It's soccer. Played by first and second graders. And it's soccer.
And now I'm off to the mother in laws, to show off the soccer trophy and then to the mall to get the girlie a jacket and then to home to drop her off and then to SP's and then to the Apple Store (or no?) and some christmas shopping. Oh, and I've got to print my list up in between all of this. And I've got an hour and forty five minutes.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
I have a question for you...If you were a paycheck where would you be? And if you say safely in the bank you can kiss my ass.
I only ask because I misplaced my check between last Wednesday and Tuesday morning and I cannot find it anywhere. And it kind of stinks because it's a bi-weekly thing and um, it's pretty much my car payment.
Another question, this one rhetorical...
How, when I'm labeling my posts, did I screw up the Day One, Day Two thing? I mean, c'mon, HOW? If November 1st was day one, how could I not keep that complicated system going? I'm like two days off already and it's only seven days in.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Firstly and most importantly, C. is doing marginally better. They are attempting to drain the hematomas near her brain and she is a bit more responsive. I don't have much more information, I've tried to call the house but her parents do not have an answering machine nor do they have a cell phone. They are, or rather the dad is, a fairly sterotypical Mainer. Complete with ayuh's and flannel shirts. I can see that he would have little use for such things. But I'm NEVER sure about calling the hospital, I'm always afraid I will catch them at a bad time. And so I do nothing. Bad form, I know.
And getting updates from my mother is another post entirely.
You're thoughts and prayers are greatly appreciated. Thank you.
I always tell my daughter if you pray to help yourself it's just regular but if you pray for someone else, it's a prayer x 10. Confusing, this coming from a godless heathen? Well, I'm very cautious about coloring my children's ideas of god and faith.
I'm switching subjects quickly here because this can not be ignored....
Dungy, Peyton & the Colts couldn't win even with the (unpaid? paid?) help of the referees. Referees who have yet to figure out just what actual pass interference looks like.
I would've loved to see this game with good officiating, to see what the score might've been.
Take that Indianapolis. The Patriots ARE the best team. Neener, neener, neener.
There's another local team that's pretty hot right now too. The hockey team is 8-0-1 and has a lock on first place in their division.
My husband is kind of blown away by the success. It's even a bit sweeter because there've been emails flying fast and furious from the 'coaching coordinator'. The statement that put my husband over the edge was something about 'we will no longer teach the kids to just slap and the puck and cough it up'. Um, hello? Dumbass, no one has ever TAUGHT that. Maybe some coaches don't teach heads up hockey but I know they don't actively discourage it.
So anyway, this guy was at the game on Saturday. With a notebook. And quite honestly, it was the BEST youth hockey game I've ever seen. Total even matchup. They went goal for goal but the other team pulled ahead at the end of the second period. With two minutes left in the third my son, hold on caps necessary, MY SON tied it up. The place, literally, went wild. Coaches jumping up and down, us parents screaming and cheering, his teammates high fiving & hugging him. And then, with about a minute left, he gets another shot at the game winner but it went up and over the net. *sigh*
Mr. Coaching Coordinator said to one of my friends, "wow...this is some good hockey".
And it was.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Sunday, November 04, 2007
thoughts of our cousin and her family keep swirling around, leaving me feeling a bit detached.
They've put her, C., into a drug-induced coma. She has many, many broken bones and is being carefully monitored due to hematomas that have appeared in her skull. She did squeeze her mother's hand today, somehow, which gives us hope. I was told they are just worried about keeping her alive - all prognosis for the future is a glimmer on the horizon.
And so we wait for news as they are a few states away.
And our lives, as lives do, they go on.
A rainy day, a big hockey game, celebratory ice cream and a sleepover. A marathon Polly pocket session and some knitting. Today is more of the same, hopefully minus the rain and definitely minus the sleepover. Throw in some afternoon football, kale soup for dinner and some reading time with the kids.
I am counting my blessings.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
She's sixteen years old, possibly seventeen. She wasn't wearing her seat belt and was thrown from the car.
At this point she's in critical condition and they aren't sure if she's going to live.
Please, think of her today and hug your babes a bit tighter before they leave.
Friday, November 02, 2007
Jon Lester, cancer survivor and winning pitcher, with his parents
Timlin and Wake
Timlin with Parlay
Lowell photo courtesy of Kelly - Red Sox Photographer Extraordinaire.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
I'm not a total hater of Halloween but it certainly ranks low on my list of holidays (Thanksgiving has a lock on the bottom spot). The kids rate it second only to Christmas, which I find amusing since trick or treating takes barely an hour, I throw over half the candy away and they don't even notice & my son refuses to let me really 'do' his costume - every time I tried to add a little something to his costume he's all "no, I'm all set" - and this year everyone said "and what are you? A hobo?" Nope, werewolf.
Last night though, I had just a little tableside light on and I ended up reading the second half of The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson. Way to creep yourself right the hell out, halloween or no.
And then, remembering how your daughter acted when you got home - she was in the midst of taking her costume off (hockey player, complete with black eye & stitches) and she lay on the floor, like a starfish all spread out, and said "home, I love being home. home. home. home" Naturally, by itself - kind of cute and a little bit awwwwish. After reading the final pages of Hill House? More than a little freaky.
I probably should post on the World Series, but what can I say that hasn't been said? Maybe I'll link it up tomorrow...