Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
I finished Rowan's Afghan today and I'm pretty darn excited about it.
I think it came out pretty snazzy if you ask me.
Most of the squares are from Jan Eaton's 200 Crochet blocks, with a few of the others comimg from other websites.
I hope its something she treasures forever. :)
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Today was the first day of Tball over at the Rec center. There were 40 kids there, all between the age of 3 and 4.. holy cow!
At first Rowan was very shy (normal for her) but once they started running laps so was allllll about joining the group. (hmm.. maybe she should do track lol).
They seperated the kids into 4 groups and they circled around the gym into 4 stations... Batting, running bases, catching and throwing.
It was quite adorable...and even though she was the only girl on her team she held her own!
She was even mad that it was over... and she didn't want to leave haha
This weekend we headed up to my parents house early Friday morning. My hubs worked on some electrical in our new bathroom while Rowan and I played outside. My parent's have a nice big yard.... so we Rowan sloshed around in the snow pretending she was "fishing" with a stick.
Then we walked up and down the road... even stopping at the tiny town library to play on the front steps.
Rowan loved it.... and in her I saw the little girl I used to be that played on the same road.. in the same places..... and it gave me the chills.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Rowan: Mommy, I want pez
Me: No.. no more junk
Rowan: I want candy
Me: no... no more junk Rowan.
Rowan: I want a cookie
Me: NOOOO no more junk!
Rowan: I want fruit mama
Me: Noooooooooooooo... wait what?
Rowan: fruit mama, I want fruit
Me: Oh.. ok.......
ahhhhh she's learning :)
Posted by Anabelle at 11:45 AM
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
....who has panic attacks in the dentist office. I get in the chair, start discussing the procedure and my heart accelerates, my pores spew forth sweat beads and my breathing increases.
Its horrifying... and it means I've gone a year with part of the dentin exposed in my tooth from a worn out filling, simply because I've been too terrified to return.
It wasn't always so... I used to be brave.
I've had my belly button pierced, my tongue pierced, many tattoos, heck I've endured 4 days of labor! Why am I afraid of the stinking dentist?
It's not the drill.. I can handle the drill.. once the drill comes out, you don't feel pain.. its just numb.
It's the DAMN NEEDLE in my mouth that kills me.
My current dentist is a nice fella.. in fact he spent half the visit surfing facebook with me while we waited for my mouth to numb up.
But he novocains differently than any one I've ever been too. He doesn't put the needle in the side of my cheek.. which all though it sucks, doesn't kill. No, he does it in the corner of my jaw... If you were to open your mouth wide, it would be in the area inside your mouth where you can feel the joint behind your teeth.. where your mouth hinges.
There is some sort of odd flexy stiff material under the mouth tissue.... and he jams the needle right into it.... the thought of it makes me shutter and want to vomit.
Worse yet, and this is something I learned today, red heads don't react to anesthesia the same as everyone else. It takes more for us. (consequently, we bleed more too, apparently we're just freaks.)
So he numbed me... but it wasn't enough. He did a cold test on the tooth and I felt it, so he numbed me twice more!!! I got three times the amount of Novocaine as the average person would receive. Now the joint of my jaw is aching so bad I couldn't open it wide enough to take a bite off of a banana today, I had to slice the banana and ease the slices in...WTF!!!!
It doesn't help, and please excuse my whining, that I'm ever so slightly allergic to shots.. I know, sounds like I'm making that up to get out of the pain. But I'm not. There is some sort of liquid they mix shots with in order to inject them, and I'm allergic to it. Not horribly, but enough to make the injection sites very very sore and puffy..so yeah, the jaw... not a happy place right now.... pain people... pain!!!
To add to the distress, my face, half my mouth, most of my tongue, and even parts of my head under my hair line were numb, for 6 freaking hours!!!! And when your tongue has no sensation, this means you can't eat. Or I could have, but I risked accidentally consuming bits and pieces of my cheek and tongue.. a risk not worth taking if you ask me.
So I was starving all day, yet couldn't eat a thing...dear Lord!
At 5 I finally cooked some supper, I consumed 2 hamburgers (small ones) and a plate of baked fries.. baked beans and a half hand full of chocolate teddy grahams.
I was ravenous.
Anyhow, all this complaining has brought me to the main purpose of this post. The talk of anesthesia got me thinking about the time I had my wisdom teeth out, which is quite the funny story.
I was young.. mid 20's... and I'd been dating Boo (Barney) for about 4 or 5 months.
We had passed the "fart in front of each other" step in our relationship (yes I do beleive that is an actual step.)
The day before the big "surgery" we ate a ton of food because I knew I'd be living off of cream of wheat and ice cream for a while afterwards.
Well, let me tell you, I don't know what out of the enormous amounts of crap I ate that did it, but I had a MEAN case of gas the day of the surgery.
The type of gas that's hot when it comes out, smells sour and horrid, and leaves a little smirk on your face while you wait for the stentch to hit your significant other in the nostrils like a sledge hammer.
Oh yes.. it was BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaadddddddddddddd
And I could not stop it! No matter how much came out, another was right behind it knocking on the door.
In fact, while in the waiting room at the dentist, I had to go to the ladies room no less than 10 times to expel said gas... I pity whomeever used that rest room after me.
And then I had to go in for the procedure.
I know, with all my heart and soul, that I expelled large amounts of noxious smelly gas while under sedation, and that poor assistant and dentist had to stay in that room with me to extract my wisdom teeth.
I think of those poor people...and what I put them through.
There are two possible outcomes.
1... they could have quietly endured, and then promplty stepped outside for some fresh air once I was removed to the recovery room.
2.... they still talk about me at dinner parties while laughing with thier friends.
I'm gonna with number 2.... I've never been back to that dentist.
Afterwards, Barney collected me and my half "out of it" self from the recovery room and brought me home.. he cared for me for two days.. while I laid in bed... he gave me narcotic pain killers, fixed me bowls of slush, and rented me movies.
(consquently, Finding Nemo is hysterical while on percosets).
The one thing he wouldnt' do for me was change my gauze.. he almost threw up while I reluctantly pulled them out myself after 10 mintues of begging him for help with no luck.. he's a squeemish fella.
and that's my wisdom teeth story....
Where's the fabreeze?
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Man Alive, I tried to get Rowan to school today and it was HELL!!! She screamed at the top of her lungs all morning. Part of that is that I always have to rush her in the morning... I don't have time to deal with her not wanting to wear what I picked out, or not wanting an elastic in her hair, but a barrette instead.
It drives me batty....
I get impatient, she gets angry and before you know a 30 year old and a 3 year old are screaming at each other.
Today I had to physically drag her out the door, and force her to be buckled into her seat.
For 27 lbs, the kid has got some hella strength.
By the time we got half way to school she was in such hysterics I had to pull over... she vomited all over herself and was begging to come home with snot and tears streaming down her face and sobbing that she was sad... and wanted mommy.
I gave in.
You can only win so many battles, and today I had clearly lost.
We turned around, sat down on the couch to hug one another...... and be quiet for a while.
Once we both calmed down, I talked to her about why she was so angry.
She told me it was all because I hadn't given her time to get the sticker she had lost while I was trying to get her out the door.
Which I know sounds like I should have just let her look for it, but it was just one of a dozen stall tactics she had pulled out of her pocket.
please understand, the child is a master manipulator.
And so we stayed home today. She whined, and grouched... I told her to stop being fresh.... but for the most part we attempted to move a bit slower and talk things out.
Here's proof.. I swear the kid is evil! haha
Posted by Anabelle at 5:40 PM
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Posted by Anabelle at 8:38 PM
Saturday, March 21, 2009
The big move up north is fast approaching. This weekend we headed up their to help with some of the renovations going on upstairs for our arrival.
Today I worked on painting Rowan's new room. My sister painted it dark green (popular in the 90's) when she was in High school, so that HAD to go.
I painted it Princess Pink for Princess Rowan.
It was a lot of priming and work.. I also had to repaint all the trim, the ceilings.... (which are not quite done yet) and the doors. Eventually it'll get a new carpet, and some baseboards to finish it off. What a difference some spackle and a bit of paint can make :)
Our room will also be painted, I'm thinking a happy cheery yellow. We'll have a walk in closet off of our room as well as a brand new bathroom which my hubs and Dad were framing out all day. Once its done, I think it'll be a nice cozy little space for our family :)
Friday, March 20, 2009
At least once a winter, I have a chapstick fiasco.
Which invovles accidentally leaving a cherry chapstick in my pocket, washing and drying a load of laundry with it, only to find my clothes emerge covered in oily pink spots.
Which are impossible to get out.
This time around it happened with 3 of my brand new shirts, and two of Rowan's brand new spring dresses.
Fuckety fuckers fuckington.
I just put it all back in and had to spot treat all the tiny pink oily spots with palmolive.. (the most effective method I've found to date).
gah!!! Oh how I hate and totally love you, Cherry Chapstick.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I am a Sagittarius.
Sagittarius, your element is Fire and your quality is Mutable. You are the philosopher of the Fire signs, enthusiastic and ever juggling ideas, the ‘mutable’ Fire sign. The Fire element means you are an intuitive type, motivated by enthusiasms, mental inspiration and the search for knowledge.
(I'm going to add free spirited, laid back and chilled to this)
My hubs is a Virgo
Virgo are neat and organised, there will always be some corner of your home, which shows your obsession with order. You are most happy when able to serve your ambitions and the people you love, but also able to keep time for yourself in your busy schedule. Sixth sign of the zodiac, your key phrase is “I analyse”.
(I'm going to add, spastic, anal and worrisome to that)
That was just some background information for you, in order to set you up for my story.
Today I bought a new grill. Mine was demolished by the ice hackers who threw ice down off my roof and onto said grill.
I want grilled chicken salad for dinner.. so much in fact, that I purchased and assembled the grill today.. it was a pain the ass.
Upon buying the grill, I brought it out to my car, to realize the box would not fit in my trunk or the interior of my car.
I giggled to myself. Thinking..."Hmm.. if hubs was with me, he'd be flipping the F out right now. He'd be beside himself... worrying, bitching about how he doesn't have a truck, complaining that my idea to buy a grill right now was stupid(sag trait of immediate satisfaction)..... He'd be spazzing."
I took the grill and its pieces out of the box, and set them gently in my trunk.
Posted by Anabelle at 4:32 PM
Hubs has been hitting on me since this weekend... but alas I've been tired and cranky... last night he finally won.
It was a funny story really.
Barney had crawled into bed and I threw a small green pouch onto his chest and said... "check it out".
(I had purchased a smooth away kit at Target that day, and we'd been talking about them the day before after a commercial was on the tv... and we both wondered if they really worked or not... fyi, they do).
He for some reason, thought I was handing him some sort of silly err... "toy". (I guess his mind was in the gutter still)
He was quite dismayed to see that it was just a smooth away hahaha.
But needless to say, I'd started the motor and you can't just turn that sort of thing off with a man, especially when a "toy" might be involved.
We had quite a funny talk afterwards, and here is how it began.
He went upstairs to shower because he had been working all day from 6 am to 6 pm. I went upstairs a few minutes later and he came strolling out of the bathroom all neked like.
I was shocked, like shocked as if I'd just seen a stranger come out of my bathroom neked.
I know that sounds strange because we are husband and wife... however, we have a child now. That means there is no more nekedness or walking around neked... we have to always be clothed.
We used to sleep in the nude... but no more. Barney always wears his boxer briefs, and I always have a night gown or a tshirt and pj pants on.
Barney would never dream of being in the nude in front of Rowan. He even feels a bit self conscious in his boxers and usually has on pj pants also. In fact, she thinks daddy is naked when he is in his boxers... as if they are a part of his body haha.
(she sees me naked, as we shower together sometimes. Poor kid, I can only imagine the horrible nightmares she will have someday, of a wide, white cottage cheese ass in her face)
So we talked about our lack of nekedness... and I told him how shocked I was to see him come out of the bathroom.... penis dangle jangling all out there and stuff... In fact I gasped a bit when I saw him, and he did an amusing thrust of the hips while doing a funny woo hoo noise.. (typical male).
And so here we are. We've been together for 6 years.... and because we have a kid (and because I insist on sex in only the pitch black)... seeing each other neked has become some sort of shocking eye piercing moment...
Until last night, I'm not even sure I could've picked his penis out of a line-up. Heck, I'm still not sure I could.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
For a person that has been unemployed for over 7 months, and doesn't even keep her child home with her, I have done fairly well at keeping myself occupied.
But today, I am BORED as all flippin hell.
I have tons of laundry to do, a pile of WIPS in my crochet basket, and a gazzillion other things I could be doing, but none of it is interesting me.
I'm not sure what I want to be doing, but the spring itch has most certainaly hit me and I'm sooo antsy!!!
Posted by Anabelle at 9:55 AM
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I drove back from the store with my moon roof open, wearing my new sun glasses (contacts make me sooooo sensitive to the sun) wind whipping in my hair jamming out to "I saw the sign" on the radio.
I felt like i was 16 again... and it rocked.
Posted by Anabelle at 12:55 PM