Someone's Gonna Get Hurt

Lots of screaming coming from the living room.  I have figured out that hubby and the girls are playing football. Caitlin appears to be a player and the color commentator... she is also taking the liberty of using phrases from many different sports.

Someone's going to get hurt! But nobody listens to me. The fun and screaming and laughter drown out my concerns. I thought having girls would have saved me from these living room dramas but really, it just makes it louder.

I'm happy that at least they are smart enough to use skein of yarn...

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Blush

I'm wearing a tube-top dress today... it's actually a swim cover, but it's black and maxi length and super comfortable... so I wear it a lot. Even in the middle of winter.

I'm wearing a large grey sweater too, so hypothetically one would not know I was wearing a tube-top. But hypothetically the tube top would stay. in. place.

Not today. I've looked down several times today to see my leopard and lace clad bosom gaping out from the sweater. Blush. Double blush. Permanent blush for the day. My cheeks so red they are surely feverish.

I wonder what people think I'm blushing about, since they hopefully have glanced a look at my ta-tas.

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Damn Dog

Charlie is the newest member to our family. He`s a 60 lb puppy... and not very smart. At 7 months he still cant figure out how to jump on the bed. He has figured out how to get out the back door... shear force, he just takes a long run and rams into it. We'll need to replace the door soon.

His pillow is in tatters.
His bones are gone within hours.
He can't be trusted with shoes.
He ate the television remotes.

And this morning I found he had destroyed my favorite pair of glasses.

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Remote Control

We have two televisions in our house... and recently no remote controls because Charlie ate them. To say that hubby was upset is a mild statement, Im just happy the tv was on the correct station to watch football or we would have all perished in the wrath of Miguel.

This was on my desk this morning. My hero, co-worker Michael, had three extra remotes!

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Poliosis

I missed my latest hair appointment and today is a deliciously bad hair day.  I didn't have time to wash it so I used my flat iron... which gave it a lovely frizz, just what I wanted.

If I didn't color my hair I would have a white stripe starting from my right temple, poliosis it's called. When I mentioned this to a co-worker he reminded me of a famous woman with poliosis... the Bride of Frankenstein. I think he might see other similarities too.

Wrinkles

Wow! I'm so excited to blog again.  Is it safe? Who knows? I'm sure someone will let me know if my ramblings start sounding paranoid and delusional... but for now my meds seem to be working.

Why am I blogging again? Because I missed it. I love that my life is a little bit different, a little bit awkward, and always a little bit crazy.

So, today... I went to the ladies room with some trepidation because of the rat size roach that was hanging out in there last week. After checking that I didn't have any visitors, this includes checking under the toilet and under the toilet seat, I was able to take care of business.

I was washing my hands when I glanced up at the mirror and noticed the wrinkles all over my forehead. When did those appear? Do I really look that old? My obsession had always been about my weight, not my age... but DAMN, I have a weathered forehead.

I sent a photo to Amy. I mean, shouldn't she have mentioned this to me?

She didn't cooperate with my obsession and left to my own devices I decided to run to CVS at lunch. Thirty minutes of reading labels, brands, and prices I settled on Neutrogena anti-wrinkle scrub, cleanser, daily moisturizer and nighttime moisturizer... I did not wait till I got home to use these products. Did I mention i was obsessing?

I took over the first floor ladies room, avoiding the third floor rat-roach, and started my new skin ritual. Not an easy start, paper towels should NOT be used on one's face.

As I was scrubing-cleansing-moisturizing in the poorly lit bathroom the quote "It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again." repeated over and over in my head.

Name that movie!

Queen of the Dance (A to Z)

You may have already seen this video, I'm often the last to know...

My theory, the world would be a better place if more people couldn't contain their need to dance.

(I don't own this video but I think this woman is awesome!)

Painting (A to Z)

One of the things I love to do anytime I get a chance is paint. It's so relaxing! Just follow directions and walk away with an "original."

Orange (A to Z)

A knock-knock joke that lasts over a minute?  Yeah, I am not very good with jokes as demonstrated with the assistance of the lovely Miss Nissa.

(Sorry, I accidentally swear a few times.)

Nicknames (A to Z)

Our family collects nicknames, I don't know why.  I'm currently trying to get peeps to call me "Kitty," so far my family refuses but a few good friends are complying :)

Hubby
Honey
Poohter
Sparticles
Sushibar
Baby
Cookie
Tippy Toes
... on and on

Medina Lullaby (A to Z)

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.

Love

Kitty (A to Z)

We have a cat... named Kitty... original?

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!

Journey (A to Z)

Today's post is a JOURNEY into the past... to last year's "J" post...

(Yes, I suck, but my kiddos are super duper cute.)

Irritated Illustrator (A to Z)

Ah, my 13-year-old.  Such a talented girlie with such an irritation for her mother.  I did finally get her to agree to speak to my camera (kind of) about her passion for art and illustration.

She's a good kid.

Handsome Boy (A to Z)

I've done many posts about my handsome boy.  He is as much a member of our family as I am... without as much attitude :)

Here's a poorly done video (I'm a little shaky today) about our favorite dog, my handsome boy.

I am Spartacus!

Gorgeous (A to Z)

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.)

Fender Bender (A to Z)

Hubby will bend my ear about his Fender anytime he can. He loves this guitar.

The other night we were in bed and he accidentally squirted me with Fender guitar polish while he was giving it a good shine before going to sleep... I might have to wear that instead of perfume...

I will say it is lovely to have live music in the house all the time. Also, hubby is adorable.

You can tell how much he loves his Fender because he didn't give me any argument about letting me video him :)

Entertainer (A to Z)

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.

Drugs and Dancing (A to Z)

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!