...or think was adorable.
Nose blowing is something I feel should be done, at the very least, with your back turned, if possible. Preferably even away from other people and never, ever at a dining table. There's not much more disgusting to me than to be sitting in a restaurant and to innocently look around to have the bad luck to see someone blowing his nose while sitting at a table while dining. Blech.
And, good grief, please don't do it while you're having a face-to-face conversation with me.
I have issues with mucous. Yes, I'm a nurse, but still.
But, I digress.
I have a cold again and I have given it to Kevin. The boy has seen a lot of blowing of the nose over time. He has imitated it, sans tissue (just makes the noise-nothing comes out, thank goodness), for a little while now. Today when he woke up with the cold, I thought I'd see if he's do it for real. In an actual tissue. He did! It was so cute. My little boy, at 16 months, knows how to blow his nose.
I never thought that would make me feel proud....
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
His first bike (trike)
Gramma bought Kevin his first tricycle. (I better run out and buy his first 2 wheeler quick before she beats me to it, too.) It's too big for him to reach the pedals and he doesn't look thrilled in these pics because he wanted to go for a "walk" instead. 
When I removed his whiny butt from the trike, he went and got this from the porch. Now he's happy...
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
I gotta get me one of these t-shirts...
That's right. Uh-huh. We won game 7. Onto the Calder Cup...Game 1 is Thursday night.
I know how much you all care about this so I will be sure to periodically update you until the bitter end.
You're welcome.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Wooooo!
I know y'all are dying for an update on my hockey team...
Tonight was game 6 in a seven game series. The other team was up 3 game to 2. We had to win or it was over for this year. It started off pretty ugly with the other team up 3-0 in the first period, but the PENS fought back to tie it and send it into OT. Twenty seconds into OT, we scored!!! Yee-HAW!!! Game 7 is frickin' tomorrow night and guess what. I work. Bah!
Goooo PENS!!!!
Tonight was game 6 in a seven game series. The other team was up 3 game to 2. We had to win or it was over for this year. It started off pretty ugly with the other team up 3-0 in the first period, but the PENS fought back to tie it and send it into OT. Twenty seconds into OT, we scored!!! Yee-HAW!!! Game 7 is frickin' tomorrow night and guess what. I work. Bah!
Goooo PENS!!!!
Entranced
87 times a day. That's how many times Kevin wants to watch a Wiggles movie.
Sure does help if you need to get something done though...
Sure does help if you need to get something done though...
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
15 month doctor visit
Kevin had his appointment today. He is 30 3/4 inches, 20lbs 8ozs, HC is 45 cm. He only grew 1/4 inch since his 12 month visit...
He had two shots. They wanted to do 3, but I told them I wanted to bring him back in a couple of weeks for the 3rd one. After that, he'll be done until kindergarten. Thank goodness.
I tried to get a good pic of him in his little robe that his grandma bought for him, but, since he was napless today, he just kept walking and whining while I was backing up trying to get a picture...
Monday, May 19, 2008
Teenagers! Holy crap!
The 14 year old in this house makes me want to drink. Or do crack. Or something.
Am I the only one with a teen who, when we talk, apparently hears the Charlie Brown teacher talk? You know...Waa, wa, waa, wa, waa, waa.
The deal was that, since there's a part of her brain that cannot compute finances and, no matter how many times she was warned about the cell phone minutes, she is only allowed to use her cell on the weekends because she either A) can't stop herself from calling 522,000 people each month or, B) basically says "fuck you" to me. Maybe both. She is also blocked from texting and Internet usage because her father had gotten nailed with a huge bill for that and I was not even going down that road. After several months of warning, I had had enough and told her she can only use it on weekends when the minutes are free. If she must call someone during the week, she must ask first so I can keep track of what's going on.
Fast forward to this month's bill. I was taking a gander at the bill and actually felt my face turning inside out and my head starting to spin around before it finally blew off my shoulders. I felt around for a while and found it laying on the computer desk and placed it back on my neck so I could take a second look at the bill. By God, yes, she was texting on her mother's phone. As my head started its rotation again, I quickly grabbed it and held it firm. My eyes then tried to pop out of my head, but I was ready for that. I do not have any texting plan on my phone so we must pay per usage if we use it. She knows this. She has been told this, but yet, yet she blatantly did it anyway.
We're still trying to figure out what we're going to do about this. I mean, besides the obvious fact that she will be working off the cost of the bill. A password has been placed on Roni's phone. My contract is up with my cell phone company and I'm seriously considering not renewing one of the phones and maybe getting her a pay-as-you-go phone that she would have no choice but to budget her minutes for because I'll only load so many minutes on it. When she's out, she's out. It would still work for mobile to mobile minutes so it wouldn't affect her contacting us even if she was out of minutes.
I just don't know what to do.
I have to go....I feel my head starting to turn again.
Am I the only one with a teen who, when we talk, apparently hears the Charlie Brown teacher talk? You know...Waa, wa, waa, wa, waa, waa.
The deal was that, since there's a part of her brain that cannot compute finances and, no matter how many times she was warned about the cell phone minutes, she is only allowed to use her cell on the weekends because she either A) can't stop herself from calling 522,000 people each month or, B) basically says "fuck you" to me. Maybe both. She is also blocked from texting and Internet usage because her father had gotten nailed with a huge bill for that and I was not even going down that road. After several months of warning, I had had enough and told her she can only use it on weekends when the minutes are free. If she must call someone during the week, she must ask first so I can keep track of what's going on.
Fast forward to this month's bill. I was taking a gander at the bill and actually felt my face turning inside out and my head starting to spin around before it finally blew off my shoulders. I felt around for a while and found it laying on the computer desk and placed it back on my neck so I could take a second look at the bill. By God, yes, she was texting on her mother's phone. As my head started its rotation again, I quickly grabbed it and held it firm. My eyes then tried to pop out of my head, but I was ready for that. I do not have any texting plan on my phone so we must pay per usage if we use it. She knows this. She has been told this, but yet, yet she blatantly did it anyway.
We're still trying to figure out what we're going to do about this. I mean, besides the obvious fact that she will be working off the cost of the bill. A password has been placed on Roni's phone. My contract is up with my cell phone company and I'm seriously considering not renewing one of the phones and maybe getting her a pay-as-you-go phone that she would have no choice but to budget her minutes for because I'll only load so many minutes on it. When she's out, she's out. It would still work for mobile to mobile minutes so it wouldn't affect her contacting us even if she was out of minutes.
I just don't know what to do.
I have to go....I feel my head starting to turn again.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Lookie what I found today!
Right outside "Kevin's" window in the awning! I wish, wish, wish I knew it was there all along. I count 6 of them... 
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Ouch!
Carly tried to kill me today. She's the Rottie.
I was getting ready to mow my lawn when she took me out in a beautiful take down if we were football players. She was running around like a nut case in the yard when she ran in front of me and swept my legs right out from under me. I never had a chance. I completely left my feet and flew into the air. When I landed, it was with all my weight directly on my left knee. I saw stars. The neighbor, who was outside, got an education in lady-like language. Poor old guy.
Now, to take your mind off that ugly picture...Here's Kevin in his new outfit that a woman at work bought him...
I couldn't get him to stand still and look at the camera.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Decision made
Yes, we finally decided. I'm refinancing this house and rolling my 2nd mortgage into the new loan. My current mortgage is at 6.75% and the 2nd mortgage is at !gasp! 8.75%. The loan I was approved for is for 5.875%. I feel a sense of relief because my gut has been screaming that buying a new house would put us in over our heads. We are currently in a financial crunch that has me very tense. We have a hole we need to dig out of and we'll worry about a new house later.
Everything happens for a reason.
Work. It sucks. Still.
Y'all know already that I'm disgruntled with work. This past week hasn't helped. They called me every. single. day last week. Most of the calls were for me to come into work. Now, I had already told them on Tuesday that I couldn't do Wednesday. Did that stop them from calling me again on Wednesday to ask me again? No. No, it didn't. I didn't have my phone on all day on Wednesday so I didn't get the voicemail until Thursday. Then they called me on Thursday (they got my voicemail again) to say, and I quote, "Tam, (the per diem nurse) is working Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday next week. You need to call me back and let me know which day you're going to work, Monday or Friday." I hung up the phone with my jaw hanging. I ranted and raved to Roni something to the effect of, "I don't have to work any fucking day." That scheduling chick needs to work on her approach. Seriously. She should be calling me in the sweetest, sucking up voice she can muster, throw in a bonus, and ask me if I could please help out whatever day I can. Not demand that I work a day that she picks. After about 20 minutes of my carrying on and pacing around the house trying to calm my-damn-self down, I called her back and nicely informed her that I cannot do either of those days. I said to her, "Think about it a minute. I work back-to-back doubles on Saturday and Sunday. Mondays and Fridays are not doable. I would not be able to physically handle it." I then told her that I could do Tuesday night if she could get (the per diem nurse) to switch her days. She did and now I'm working tomorrow night for them. Once I walked into work this weekend, I regretted telling her I would help them out at all because I went to my mailbox and found a denial for my vacation request for November. Gah!!!!! I was livid. Livid, I tell you. The DON denied it because she's worried she won't be able to get coverage for 2 weekends in a row. Can you say tough shit? Our policy specifically states that if you've worked there for 5 years, or more, you are allowed to take two weeks in a row. I gave 6 months notice for this vacation. I wrote a note back to her stating this and then I took it to the Administrator and he said he'd take care of it. She came in this weekend and got my note and I waited. The Administrator must have said something to her because she approached me to discuss it. She said she's going to try to hire a second RN for the weekends to work the floor and be cross-trained to cover Supervisor. What a great idea! Although I still don't have my approval in hand.
By the way? We discussed this while I was passing meds because I was working the floor.
Can't wait until next weekend...
Everything happens for a reason.
Work. It sucks. Still.
Y'all know already that I'm disgruntled with work. This past week hasn't helped. They called me every. single. day last week. Most of the calls were for me to come into work. Now, I had already told them on Tuesday that I couldn't do Wednesday. Did that stop them from calling me again on Wednesday to ask me again? No. No, it didn't. I didn't have my phone on all day on Wednesday so I didn't get the voicemail until Thursday. Then they called me on Thursday (they got my voicemail again) to say, and I quote, "Tam, (the per diem nurse) is working Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday next week. You need to call me back and let me know which day you're going to work, Monday or Friday." I hung up the phone with my jaw hanging. I ranted and raved to Roni something to the effect of, "I don't have to work any fucking day." That scheduling chick needs to work on her approach. Seriously. She should be calling me in the sweetest, sucking up voice she can muster, throw in a bonus, and ask me if I could please help out whatever day I can. Not demand that I work a day that she picks. After about 20 minutes of my carrying on and pacing around the house trying to calm my-damn-self down, I called her back and nicely informed her that I cannot do either of those days. I said to her, "Think about it a minute. I work back-to-back doubles on Saturday and Sunday. Mondays and Fridays are not doable. I would not be able to physically handle it." I then told her that I could do Tuesday night if she could get (the per diem nurse) to switch her days. She did and now I'm working tomorrow night for them. Once I walked into work this weekend, I regretted telling her I would help them out at all because I went to my mailbox and found a denial for my vacation request for November. Gah!!!!! I was livid. Livid, I tell you. The DON denied it because she's worried she won't be able to get coverage for 2 weekends in a row. Can you say tough shit? Our policy specifically states that if you've worked there for 5 years, or more, you are allowed to take two weeks in a row. I gave 6 months notice for this vacation. I wrote a note back to her stating this and then I took it to the Administrator and he said he'd take care of it. She came in this weekend and got my note and I waited. The Administrator must have said something to her because she approached me to discuss it. She said she's going to try to hire a second RN for the weekends to work the floor and be cross-trained to cover Supervisor. What a great idea! Although I still don't have my approval in hand.
By the way? We discussed this while I was passing meds because I was working the floor.
Can't wait until next weekend...
Friday, May 9, 2008
Yeah, baby!
We won the division finals 4 games to 1 and, yes, the one game we lost was the one I was at *rolls eyes*.
On to the conference finals on Wednesday night!
Gooooo PENS!
On to the conference finals on Wednesday night!
Gooooo PENS!
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Thank goodness for cell phones!
Kevin has been taking steps for a while now, but it was always just a couple at a time and always between or next to objects he could grasp.
Today he took off on me while we were outside totally unexpectedly. It took me a second to pull my cell phone out because I was so shocked:
Today he took off on me while we were outside totally unexpectedly. It took me a second to pull my cell phone out because I was so shocked:
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Dum-dum-DUM, DUM!
Tonight.
Tonight I will attempt to go back to sleep in my own damn bedroom in my own bed. I have slept on the couch for weeks now. It started when my dad was coming to my house so early in the morning and I didn't want to wake Kevin up with the alarm clock so I slept downstairs and used my cell phone alarm. Then I realized how well that worked so I've stayed downstairs for the weekends, but kept forgetting to keep the bedroom door cracked during the week to go back in at night to sleep.
Tonight I remembered. I'm a little afraid because last night, at 4AM as I was sleeping on the couch, I heard him up there jumping up and down in his crib. He does this sometimes in the middle of the night and then goes back to sleep when he realizes it's not time to get up. If he does it while I'm in there, I'll have to grit my teeth and stay quiet until he stops. I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle it. It may drive me insane.
Update on the playoffs...yes, I still insist on updating you even though I know you don't give a rat's ass.
The PENS came back on Saturday night from a 3 goal deficit in the 3rd period to tie the game and send it into OT. We then won within 2 minutes! WooHOO!
We also won game #3 last night. So we're up 2 games to 1 in a best of 7 series. Next game is Wednesday night (work called me today to ask me to work 3-11 tomorrow night...I told them it's the playoffs. Can't do it, man.
Go PENS!
Tonight I will attempt to go back to sleep in my own damn bedroom in my own bed. I have slept on the couch for weeks now. It started when my dad was coming to my house so early in the morning and I didn't want to wake Kevin up with the alarm clock so I slept downstairs and used my cell phone alarm. Then I realized how well that worked so I've stayed downstairs for the weekends, but kept forgetting to keep the bedroom door cracked during the week to go back in at night to sleep.
Tonight I remembered. I'm a little afraid because last night, at 4AM as I was sleeping on the couch, I heard him up there jumping up and down in his crib. He does this sometimes in the middle of the night and then goes back to sleep when he realizes it's not time to get up. If he does it while I'm in there, I'll have to grit my teeth and stay quiet until he stops. I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle it. It may drive me insane.
Update on the playoffs...yes, I still insist on updating you even though I know you don't give a rat's ass.
The PENS came back on Saturday night from a 3 goal deficit in the 3rd period to tie the game and send it into OT. We then won within 2 minutes! WooHOO!
We also won game #3 last night. So we're up 2 games to 1 in a best of 7 series. Next game is Wednesday night (work called me today to ask me to work 3-11 tomorrow night...I told them it's the playoffs. Can't do it, man.
Go PENS!
Friday, May 2, 2008
Told you so...
Phantoms-5, PENS-2
Fuck a duck. Next game is tomorrow night and, of course, I work...
Today's pic:
Fun in the Fall....oh! It's not Fall you say? Then why was I raking these leaves today? I guess it's the same reason you haven't seen my finished bathroom. I have a sickness called procrastinitis...
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