Whenever we can't sleep hubby sings Beautiful Boy (girl) for us. I love his version, it's slower and softer than John Lennon's original.
The rule is he has to sing it three times if I'm really anxious. He loves me :)
I'm not doing a very good job recording video (for shame since that was my major) but I'm doing my best to keep up with the challenge with everything else going on. Caitlin has come down with strep, so we definitely need some lullabies tonight.
She is 15 and was a grouch for the first 12 years of her life, until Caitlin stopped being afraid of her. Then Caitlin won over the grouchy Kitty. And Kitty joined the family... and even leaves our room now, and asks for cuddles, and follows us into the bathroom.
Caitlin is the Kitty whisperer.
As a side note, I've been trying to get "Kitty" as my nickname (as in the character Kitty from That 70's Show, she's hilarious!). My family is not cooperating, but I've got three friends that call my Kitty... and I l-o-v-e it!
The story of Gorgeous, grandmother to six beautiful children.
Fourteen years ago I was expecting my first baby, a BIG surprise. I was 24 years old and excited and nervous. My mother was... Not yet 50 and too young to be a "grandma."
That name just did not sit well with her.
We all rolled our eyes and waited to see what she would be called. In the meantime I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who became part of our girls club as if she'd always been here (Me, Mom, my two sisters, and now the baby.)
Because she hadn't settled on a name, my baby girl started calling her "Mom" because that's what the rest of us called her. (I was mommy.)
One day mom decided she wanted to be called "Gorgeous," she'd heard another woman do it and thought it was brills. We rolled our eyes and thought it would never catch on.
But all she had to do was get one little girl to say it and the rest of us fell in line.
I don't think the other five grandchildren knew it was an adjective, to them "Gorgeous" is the special women who loves them with all her heart.
Now everyone calls her Gorgeous, even my therapist :)
And she is, inside and out.
(I've been ill today, so the video will come soon.)
My oldest girlie is in drama and very entertaining...
This monologue has to be 60 seconds long, today is the first of two grades and she just has to have the monologue memorized. The next grade will be all inclusive, memorized performance and blocking.
I've watched and timed her perform this too many times... It's like watching the future, a future I'm totally not ready for. She'll want to date eventually and I don't think this scene will be entertaining when if it happens in a few years.
Lesson learned: Check all your medication interactions before popping the pills, don't blindly trust your doctors.
I started with the lesson learned incase anyone doesn't read my whole post, peeps need to know!
So I've been sick, one thing after another, for a month. I went through two rounds of antibiotics, several different types of breathing treatments, several different types of cough meds, a steroid shot, and a 9 day steroid course. My doctor has all my daily meds (I affectionately call them my "crazy" meds) listed in my file, on the computer, and confirmed every time I visit the office. So my assumption was that I was safe to take whatever was prescribed to me.
The pharmacist always asks if I have any questions. "No" I reply absently 99% of the time.
Never again will I put a pill, puff, or shot in my body without researching it myself. I was so lucky to have a therapy appointment last week. I couldn't see what was happening. I was too caught in my own whirlwind to realize that something was WRONG!
Thank God for Vera! She knew something was not right. (Longer story edited out) she insisted I go see my psych Dr. (crazy meds).
Turns out, two of the medications I was on while I was sick are known to have negative interaction (not sure that's the right word) with my daily meds.
I've had to change my meds to get back to "normal".
I did a lot of research and now have a list of medicines I should never take. I will also ask lots of questions of the doctors and pharmacists AND still look everything up on the internet.
Everyone makes mistakes, I just try not to repeat them :)
No segue... here are some mad dancing skills, don't be jealous!
This year Easter was extra special for us, my littlest girlie received her Baptism, First Communion, and Confirmation at the Easter Vigil mass. She has studied so diligently for two years in her RCIA classes and as she emerges from the Baptismal font you can see the joy on her face.
The four and a half hour mass was beautiful, a renewal of faith for all in attendance.
... But I'm me, so I was a basket case stuck in a room with so many people. The doctor recommended, and I followed her recommendation, that this occasion would be a good time to use some of my xanax so that I could enjoy the special occasion without an a-w-k-w-a-r-d anxiety attack.
So excited for my baby girl!
BTW, first time I've ever seen a full submersion Catholic Baptism... kinda cool.
Tis that time of year! Life gets crazier (if that's possible) as I attempt to successfully meet the Blogging from A to Z challenge! Last year I had such a great time trying to be creative AND visiting as many new blogs as possible... and finding so many to follow and appreciate!
All thanks to Arlee Bird, founder of this awesome challenge, and writer of Tossing It Out blog. He was kind enough to visit my blog last year and I really look forward to checking in on his theme this month "some of my favorite films based on film genres A to Z"... I think I'll challenge hubby to watch as many of these movies as possible.
Find out more about Arlee on the About Arlee Bird post, he's quite fascinating and great writer (yes, sense the jealousy.)
FRIENDS, please check out his blog Tossing It Out and his other blogs too!
And check out the 1,968 blogs that are participating, I've put the Challengers list on my site for easy access and check out the official site to get all the fun deets.
Thank you Arlee, for all the time and energy you have put towards this great event that I look forward to and enjoy so much! What an accomplishment to have 1,968 blogs participating.
Cindy's hair looked great today. Her straight iron broke, if I recall the tale correctly, and so she dug out her hot curler set. Loved it! Hope she does it more often. Cindy, btw, always looks über professional. I, btw, don't.
So it's a good sign that she has inspired me to roll my hair. I can't find my hot rollers, so tonight I borrowed the girlies sleep-in rollers. They are meant to twist and stay in place on their own but since I sleep as if possessed I add the extra security of bobby-pins.
I have a wish for my girlies, I wish for them to have a BFF. A girlfriend they can call anytime, for any reason.
I don't have one of those and sometimes I'm at a loss. I have hubby and my sisters so I'm lucky that way... But I don't have THAT person.
My sister has a BFF, I admit I was really jealous of their relationship when i was younger. And then I accidentally ruined it. I'm at peace with myself now, and I hope they get back to their former closeness because I now know that what they have is so special.
How do I put my daughters in an environment that will develop and foster a lifelong friendship?
Amy is prego. Expecting. With child. In the family way. Eating for two. Knocked up.
I've known for a week... since my sister knew, I got to know. I've kept this secret, since it wasn't my exciting news to share.
Amy was going to send us a photo of her daughter wearing a "Big Sister" shirt from their disney vacation... the email never came. So today I was pressuring Amy to spill the beans to Stacy and Karen 'cause I was really excited and well, I wanted them to get to be excited too.
Meanwhile... in my awkward world... I had sent an email to same said lunch buddies "subject: who missed me?" because it was my first day back as a living member of society. I have been sick since March 4th!! And I wanted... well, attention and love. There, I admit it. I was begging for attention.
Back to Amy's baby... I suggested that it would be funny if Amy replied back to my "who missed me?" email with the sonogram and a thought bubble "I miss Kathleen..."
Before Amy could reply "yes, that would be hilarious" I decided I could just make it for her...
Which is WHY Amy's sonogram was up on my computer screen.
Which is WHY Amy's sonogram was up on my computer screen WHEN Kelly walked into my office.
Kelly must have some crazy-sonogram-reading-radar because within 2 seconds she asked "Is Amy pregnant?"
Ummmm.... "I. am. in. so. much. trouble." is all I could think as I LIED and said "uh, no... I'm um, just playing a joke." (worst lier ever)
Kelly was really nice and went along with my lie...
So busted. Busted in the worst way. Fortunately Amy finds my awkward life amusing, even when it leaks into her life.
Note to all my friends... make sure I'm the last one to know, it's safer that way.
We met Maria and Courtney for a late lunch. I wasn't going to go because my bones are currently in a liquid state of tired, might be a side effect of the meds, but since all I would have to do is sit in the car and then sit in a restaurant... It didnt seem like much effort.
We had a great time visiting and I'm really glad I gathered the energy to go (I fell asleep on the ride home.)
Here is hubby, reining over his beautiful family (my eyes were rolling while I took this photo.)
We had a spring break plan! I was going to work in the mornings and play in the afternoon. We'd have lots of family time together... And then the virus arrived. No working and no playing, just... coughing and sleeping.
I missed the museum and the movie... but today I didn't miss the park. Joanne had suggested I go outside and get some vitamin D and I realized I can be with my family AND lay down.
We packed up a blanket and headed to the park. BTW, a nerf football makes a great pillow. I was so relaxed and happy. Yes, I was still coughing and my eyes were closed and I was a crazy lady slumbering in the park, but I could hear my kiddos laughing. I could hear all the birds, and the dogs, and feel the breeze.
I could feel the sun on my face and arms. The fresh air... and my kiddos laughing.
I slept alllll day! Very few coughs, until I called hubby at 5:3o to see where they'd wondered. Then I started coughing. So my goal is to say as little as possible at work tomorrow, might even put up a sign :)
Hubby bought his first iPhone today. It's actually his first i-anything other than the computer. He's used a hand-me-down shuffle to listen to his music...
So to say he's adorable with his new toy is an understatement. I'm so excited for him. My first priority was to set him up with Find Friends... For two reasons, I can completely stalk him and I can always be found (which give me a sense of security.)
And then of coarse I FaceTimed him... bedroom to kitchen, the two corners of our house... We where in stereo since we could hear each other on the phone and down the hall.
The girlies have been helping him figure the phone out and he randomly ushers a "cooool." We've tried not to make fun of him too much, but it's kinda funny.
I l-o-v-e my birthday. I love adding another year to my age, I'm hypothetically wiser. Unlike many of my friends I didn't stop counting at 29... And today I am so excited to be 39 (weeeeeee)!
As the oldest child, it's my mom that might feel old... Her baby is... 39!
I have found today to be humorous. I'm sick, again, and I don't think they know what's wrong with me. I can't stop coughing, this is much more frustrating than you might think... I'm coughing with such violence that I've started peeing my pants. So for my 39th birthday I went out and treated myself to bladder control pads, they are really quite comfortable and have elastic-y sides that make the pad curve nicely.
I also had my chest and HEAD x-rayed, well, my sinuses, but now I can say "yes, I've head my head examined" and show them a picture whenever someone makes a joke about my mental state... Totally cool!
I sent the photo to my mom and sisters but they were too concerned about my health to find the humor in the situation. Which is sweet... But come on! This shiz is funny! I turned 39 and started wearing diapers! AND as an extra treat had my head examined.
We're about to have cake and I'll chase that with steroids, "z-pack", cough "pearls", and an albuterol breathing treatment... Then bed!
It may be the thought that counts but everyone loves a great gift...
And gifts come wrapped. So, is it "all about presentation" or "don't judge a book by it's cover"... Because wrapping a gift ain't cheap and I'd rather spend that extra money on the gift itself, or even better, save it!
"Who's mom used a lunch bag as gift bag?"
Caitlin's mom, that's who. She's saving $5 and isn't buying into the wrapping racket.
This weekend we had left over balloons and helium from Honey's science project, so the brown bag was dressed up a little... But normally there will just be a ribbon.
In hindsight I see that Spartacus had this all planned... It happened so fast.
"Go to bed Spartacus" I said as we approached the front door. Standard routine for leaving the house... And Spartacus always heads down the hall to my (his) bedroom.
But today he did a fake-out, made a sharp left, took Siobain down at the knees and slid out the front door. I think we were all stunned for a moment, Siobain sitting in the open doorway... Spartacus gone from site.
He was standing in the neighbors front lawn, staring back, waiting for us to see him before he ventured further.
It was too pretty of a day. I knew we weren't going to win, so we all got into the car and I called out to him...
He was totally on fire today. Caitlin called him "Spartypants" because he was being such a smarty-pants. Usually he clamors to the front seat, making it easy to grab his collar and escort him back into the house... Today he went to the very back of the minivan, he was going for the drive!
Such fun! He was so excited and his good mood rubbed off on all of us. It's going to be a great day!
I was wearing a black skirt the first time I left the house this morning... When I got into the car I realized I'd spilled breakfast all over the skirt... Wardrobe change. Yeah, I knew that you could see my hot pink panties through my black/white striped skirt but held out hope that nobody would notice... Plus I was running too late to make a 3rd change.
My mood lifted, and I laughed very hard, when I received this email from my friend Karen:
As I was walking in to work I felt like something was happening with my skirt. I look down and everything looked ok from that angle. I keep walking…past the grassing mowing dude...almost in the door. That is when I realize I’m stepping on my skirt. My entire butt is completely hanging out. Thank God it was a long skirt. And thank God is was only the mower dude.
Hi-larious! I begged her to let me take a reenactment photo but she wasn't keen on the idea.
To round out our lunch group panty malfunctions last week Amy walked out of the bathroom with her skirt tucked into her panties and Stacy didn't realize she was wearing crotchless panties (some kind of dog incident...)
So, I l-o-v-e my friends and our malfunctions! Makes life much more interesting and amusing!
Get it? I know, lame. I'm taking cough medicine and I'm not the sharpest needle in the haystack.
... That was another lame joke.
I needed a break. I've either been working really hard or lying in bed trying to "rest" and get better. So, I took one of my many Groupons and painted tonight. Lol, I'm actually really tired now... And I didn't even have to think... It's paint-by-numbers but with an instructor.
As always it's good people watching too. My favorite place is Texas U Can Paint, check it out.
Ive been ill again, finally made an appointment with a professional. I was fascinated by two sites while waiting my turn with the doctor.
First, they fed the fish. None of them seemed very good at finding/eating the fish food... And then this one started sucking in pebbles. He'd take two or three at a time and then spit them out a few seconds later. I thought this was a brain damaged fish... But Nissa tells me that lots of fish do this.
As the fish was spitting out rocks the second site walked up to the tank. She was maybe three years old, adorable, and chatting away to a mother I couldn't see.
As I watched this cute little girl put her cute little finger in her cute little nose... And then put a "cute" little booger in her cute little mouth.
"Take your fingers out of your mouth" the invisible mother instructed calmly.
This gave me pause. I probably would have said "don't eat your boogers." But then I'd be embarrassed, my child might be embarrassed, and anyone who didn't already see it would then know that boogers were being consumed.
Her way was so much better. She could teach her daughter privately that boogers aren't food.
I wanted to wake up early and take down the Christmas tree as a Valentine present for my hubby... Yeah, you read that right, the tree is still the centerpiece of our living room.
But... I didn't wake up early. I was really looking forward to getting that space back too, boo. Anyway, I saw a photo posted on FB and decided to recreate it for hubby. Yup, I ripped-off this highlarity with the help of Stacy at lunch.
The very best video I ever conceptualized was the first one I made. I wrote it, well, there was no dialogue, but I storyboard-ed it. I shot it, I think with a VHS camera. My sister acted in it, under my insecure directing. And then I edited it together.
All my angst was poured into that video. And then I had to show it in class. What was I thinking!
Such a predictable little story... at the end a bowl of pills.
I thought of the video because every night I take a handful of pills... my girlies are impressed that I can swallow them all at one time... And they keep the darkness at bay.
Today the darkness was too close, but I'm happy that the darkest days are less frequent...
Vera will be proud of me! I did something really hard. I walked into a building and environment that was new and scary to me. It wouldn't be to you or any normal person you know... Maybe a little intimidating but not freak-out-about-to-cry scary.
I would have turned away at the door if Nissa hadn't been with me. I would have run... walked away quickly... Like a scared little girl.
The people were very nice. I did fight back tears and anxiety the whole time, which they noticed, but were so nice anyway. I didn't have to explain my fear of new people and places.
I could really tell I was rattled at the end when they asked for my phone number. I rattled the number mindlessly, 682-xxx-xxx. The young man repeated it. It was wrong. I said no, that's not right, 682-xxx-x... wait that's not my number, it's my moms number.
I looked at Nissa, "what's my number? I can't remember my number!"
Nissa pulled out her phone and said "817-xxx-xxx"
"Yes, that is my number. I'm so nervous I'm in a fetal position and subconsciously want my mommy" I said with a smile... an embarrassed smile.
Everyone laughed charmingly. I promised to write my number on my hand before I came back.
We stepped out of the building and I started crying. It was so hard, and I did it... With a little help from my friends.
... Later, at home. "Hey Michael, do you have the cover for the album that the song A Little Help from My Friend?"
"Yeah, do you want the record, the tape, the CD, or the digital art?"... My hubby, the Beatle n-e-r-d!
I just signed up for this years A to Z Challenge! Really excited. I've already got a plan... Videos! April will be filled with wacky, tacky, and true videos of the Medina clan.
Some of the videos I'll have to get started on right away, because I won't be able to shoot and edit each day... and work... and hug the kids, rub the dog, and make fun of hubby. A girl has to have priorities!
(Okay, I took another dose of meds and am a little hyper again...)
Anywho, for "D" I could make a version of the history of dance (will be tragically funny); for "B" I could do a how-to on my yummy-to-die-for buttercream icing; for "S" I could do a montage of scaring my girlies... If ya have any ideas, lemme know. ("K" is going to be all about Karen... it's gonna be good.)
I also double-D-dare some of my peeps, who have neglected their blogs (you know who you are), to go sign up too. Look, here is a pretty link:
(Beth, Amy, Sarah, and Ebony... I can feel that you all skipped right over that link without clicking it... do it, it'll be fun.)
Where has the week gone? Uncle Eddie was here, I had a long weekend, then two days at work, then sick for last four days...
Time flies. Feeling better tonight... or on better drugs anyway. So here's an update of the crazy.
Uncle Eddie is hi-larious, he came to Texas, we had a freak snow, he went home to St. Louis and I got this text video on his arrival... (which I watched like, 20 times)
We took the girlies to jump on trampolines. They had a great time. I had a HI-LARIOUS time! My very athletic, svelte, and younger sister took a nose dive... BIG TIME. I was laughing so hard I think I stopped breathing. Where is the camera when I need it?!
So she fell on a padded area and was fine, well, she might have hurt her should a little from all the flailing. But the truth is out. If it is funny enough I will laugh before I know if you are okay.
She didn't just fall... that won't get me laughing for three days... she fell for 10 feet... as if her feet were going to be able to catch up with her head. Once she hit the ground she looked up at the woman seated near the final landing spot. The woman (who is so going to heaven) had a worried look on her face and asked "are you all right?!" Sarah said "thank you for not laughing"... and the woman said "like your friend?" gesturing to me, as I am bent over and gasping for air.
I asked the girlies to re-create:
Since I'm feeling better and my toes have recently been painted I thought I would share my big time talent...