All kinds of assorted crap

After the puke fest of Evan, I had my own. ONLY, mine started the night before EASTER and proceeded to persist the whole darn day. Easter was mostly ruined, and it was all my fault. Well, all the stomach virus that engulfed me and made me violently ill all day's fault. I had shopped, I had cleaned, I had cooked, I had baked and for what? To have a shitty, puke filled day of blah. I couldn't even get excited for the Easter egg hunt that I had purchased 60+ eggs for. I couldn't hide the eggs, I barely stumbled on the back steps to watch it, as I sat there hugging my knees to my chest because my stomach felt like it was turning inside out. What the hell. Come monday, back to work and I swear it took me all week before I even felt like eating anything other than noodles and broth. So, that was that. I remember getting sick on Christmas, every Christmas, for years when I was little. Driving home on Christmas Eve from grandma's house, trying to sleep after I wretched my guts out at her house, while everyone was hoping I would get better so I could enjoy the things they bought me, or at least be minimally excited by the festivities. I remember walking downstairs in my house the year my mom got me a new bike, looking at it, and going back upstairs to lay down. I do not think it was a coincidence. I think I got overly excited and made myself sick, not on purpose, but because I didn't know any better. I now know better, and still, evil stomach bug - you come creeping around and there I was again.

A messy day

I am just in a funk this week. Well, really, for a couple of weeks. I keep thinking its the weather, and then it gets nicer out and I still have no energy. Saturday my stepdaughter got a 103 degree fever, and was sick all day sunday as well. I stayed home with her Monday, and by the end of the day she was feeling a little better, and at least, her fever had come down. Monday night I was awoken by my son at 2:30am, who was standing at the end of my bed saying "Mommy? Mommy" when I sat up in bed, I smelled him. There is no doubt when you smell puke that you are smelling puke. I was hoping against hope that is NOT what I was smelling, but alas, after I turned on the light, there was puke, on him, his pj's, etc. Put him into the tub, cleaned him up and put him on the couch with a lot of towels - just in case. Proceeded to clean up the puke filled bed, blankets, etc. Was asked by my husband why I was doing laundry in the middle of the night. Explained the situation. Approx. 10 minutes later was asked again by husband what I was doing and why I wasn't in bed. Again explained situation. Stayed up all night with poor little guy who threw up God only knows how many more times from 2:30 til 7:15 when he finally dozed off. At 5:30 said husband woke up for work and wanted to know why I had not made him coffee since I was up anyway. Aghrrrrr. So, baby falls asleep at 7:15 and had to wake him at 7:45 to take the stepkids to school. Packed with towels, we are on our way. Thought everything was fine until on the way back when I had to pull over the car b/c the poor kid was throwing up again. Finally after I went through all the towels in the linen closet and the ones that I had washed the night before, he fell asleep and when he awoke, thankfully, it was gone. And he wanted chocolate milk. And husband, upon getting home from work and looking at me, asked me two things: why do you look so tired? AND what's for dinner? Pfffft!

Go visit Miss Jay...

At my house, even when it is cold outside, my husband has no problems hanging out his balls for all to see (see post from March 27th). Not all are so freely able to let their junk out.. to help out Miss Jay, please visit www.saintvodkaofthemartini.blogspot.com/2006/04/international-ball-dropping-day.html

When you have a husband like mine...

Justin called me today at work to tell me he was in the newspaper. If you have read this blog at all, you can appreciate that I was nervous as to why he was in the paper. Did he moon someone else? Cut up another couch with a circular saw? Go drinking with his buddies and ??? But no, thankfully it was just that the newspaper apparently took some pictures of him on the job. He was very excited because he has a very demanding, difficult and frequently dangerous job, and was glad he got a little recognition. And, of course, I am proud of him and thought I'd post the pic on here. I should really get my ass in gear and post some pictures of some other jobs he's been on that are really cool. But, you know, I have enough problems finding time to post at all, let alone search through pictures, scan them in, and post them and a story.. sheesh! what a lot of work THAT would be. Plus, this is MY blog for my assorted stories. Maybe he should start up his own blog- {that didn't sound too selfish, did it?}

There's my man! 

Front porch episode...

Well, went out with my friend Jo on Friday night. Girls night out... whoo hoo!! We had a blast, it helped, I think, that she had 4 martinis prior to meeting me. A good friend of hers that I had never met, came to the bar to meet us a little while into the night. An hour or so after she got there, and after Jo's 3 more martinis, we decided to go somewhere else. Now, we decided to take only one car, and so we dropped off one at my house. This is where it gets interesting. We pull into the driveway, this girl that I had only met a few hours ago parks her car in my driveway. At that point, my husband comes out to ? "greet" us. Not seeing that there was a complete stranger in our driveway, he decides to moon us- and I don't mean a funny little, top of ass crack moon, I mean, a full on, pants at least down to his knees if not further, bending over as if for a rectal exam - FULL moon. This is not something a guy, under any circumstances, should do. If only I had a picture. The poor girl probably wanted to run back into her car and drive far, far away. Of course, he thought this was just about the funniest thing he had ever done. Quickly, we left. There was quite a bit of silence in the car, until Jo said, "what the FUCK was that?" I had no explanation. I mean, really, what could I say? It was rather funny the next day though, when I asked him if he remembered the girl in the driveway - which of course, he didn't. Turns out he went to high school with her. Now, that's pretty funny stuff. I also asked him when the next time he is going out, and bringing all his buddies to our house. Somehow, I don't think my bending butt ass naked over the porch railing will be quite as funny to him. But, fair is fair, right??

B.S.

I can't believe it's been 10 days since my last post - where the hell did that 10 days go? Busy as usual - today was a good day, went to court to watch a guy get sentenced for stealing a house. Don't know if anyone saw this story on the news - a guy lives in New York city, his parents live here in Shaker Heights. The parents are in ill health, the son comes in and moves them into assisted living. The father passes away, and the mother gets dementia. They move her to the Alzhemier's section of the home, and then she passes away. The son flies in from NYC with his family to bury his mother, drives by his parents home - and catches a full blown Christmas Party going on there - with people living in his parent's house that he doesn't know! It took years to unravel this all - and when it was all said and done, the house had been trashed, the guy who took over the house had an ESTATE sale and sold all of the parents belongings right out from underneath their son. It was a lot of work, a lot of research, and at least some small bit of satisfaction for me today watching the guy in court, and the judge sentencing him to a prison term of 4years 11 mos. Course, doesn't bring back the son's memories of his childhood years being destroyed or stolen. The jackass guy stands up in court today and says he had a drug problem and that's why he did it - I am so sick over people playing the drug card as an excuse - i mean, just like that Joseph Smith that killed that little girl in Florida - he said, oh I was high and I didn't know what I was doing, and I was depressed because my wife said she was leaving me - So, you go and kill a little girl? I mean, come on! What the fuck is that? Same with this guy - he said, oh my judgment was clouded b/c of the drugs - so clouded he managed to forge all kind of documents, transfer a $300,000 house into his name, put a renter in there, collect HUD money from the gov't, take out a mortgage on the place, hide money, etc. etc. - if that's how smart he is on drugs, I'd hate to see what he could do without them. &#@@*&#$)(@#*!!!!!

Kiddisms

Anyone who has read this blog, or ever spoken with me, knows the 'fach' story. So I won't go into that one, and if you haven't heard it, or read it, it's somewhere in this blog. It was Evan's birthday recently, and as he is only into Thomas the Train, he got many trains for his birthday - two of which are named Fergus and Butch. Not to him though, well, to him they are still Fergus and Butch, only when he names them, it comes out sounding like Fuckit and Bitch. I was having quite a fun time last night, asking him, over and over, "and who are these two again?" "Fuckit and Bitch". Wait, who? "fuckit, bitch". Too funny, and it reminded me of my niece, and how kids just don't know what they are saying sometimes. My niece was in kindergarten, and she was named Citizen of the Month - or something else equally important. As part of her 'citizenship' she got to have my sister come to class with her, and she got to stand up in front of the whole class and talk about herself and show pictures. The day before there happened to be a birthday party for my nephew, who had been living with my sister and my brother in law for only about 6 months, as they had adopted him. As part of trying to help him feel more comfortable, they invited his foster siblings. So, while the party was going on, my niece was playing with my nephew and his foster siblings. So, the next day in class, she has her photo album out. She is talking about everyone in the pictures, ie: this is my mom, this is my dad, and on and on. She gets to a picture with my nephew and his foster siblings - oh, this is my brother, and there's those fuckers. My sister, completed aghast, says "WHAT?" to which my niece sweetly replies, "here's my brother, and here's those fuckers." My sister was mortified and said she probably would have dropped dead on the spot right there, only my niece went on talking as if nothing happened. After apologizing to the teacher profusely, she asked my niece where she learned that word. Apparently, the foster kids used it frequently and as if they were calling one another something completely innocent, and my niece had no idea that it wasn't a word you use , you know, in place of, 'guys' or 'dudes'. I guess the teacher was very understanding, but it is now 6 years later, and we still have a good laugh over that one.

You have got to try this...

There's a website called myheritage.com, you can upload pictures of yourself and anyone in your family. Then they do some "face recognition" and tell you what celebrity you most resemble. It does NOT turn out the way you think it would... for example
1. Evan supposedly looks like Eleanor Roosevelt! haa haa
2. I supposedly look like Debra Winger and some Japanese chick
And, the best, I saved for last...
3. Justin looks like a cross between Tony Danza and Whitney Houston!! OHHH harr I was laughing so hard, especially that he is not black, or italian, or looks like anything other a blonde haired, blue eyed Irish boy. Sooo funny.

Potty training sucks

As you can see, Evan is taking the potty training quite seriously. He has fashioned himself a necklace out of the seat. I have done so much laundry upon undertaking this endevor, that the washing machine is tired. I don't know what else to do, other than bribe him, make a huge deal when he actually uses the seat as it was intended, tell him how big that means he is, have long conversations while I sit on a stool next to him in the bathroom about how everyone goes on the potty, read many Thomas the Train books while he sits there, and then have more conversations about how even THOMAS uses the potty. Of course, thomas is a train and all but I mean, if it works, who cares at this point? I never thought I'd be soooo inclined to worry over someone else's bathroom habits. It's just not something you talk about that much. But not only do we talk about it, when there is success, we have to call everyone we know just to tell them the great news!
~ phone rings~
hello?
Oh yeah, how you doing?
ok.
Well, we just had to call to say that Evan just went poop on the potty.
Yeahh!!
And then whoever it is that we call (mostly grandparents, my friends with no kids don't fully understand the important nature of these types of calls) have to make a big deal.
Thank God for grandparents!

Wait, it's not a necklace? 

chocolate facial part one 

God should have made moms with the capacity to not go to the bathroom for at least 10 hours

Everytime I have to take, uhh, a little time for myself in the bathroom we have an episode. Or, well it might not be every time, but it seems like it. Nothing compares to the time, of course, that I used to watch Brianna. Upon setting up her and Evan with a movie and figuring all was fine for the few minutes I needed, I came out to find that they had gone into the cupboard, pulled out the Nestle quick mix, somehow figured how to get the lid off the thing, and dumped it all over the living room floor *thank God for wood floors*. Then proceeded to walk in it, spread it all over their faces, arms, feet, hands... etc. I don't even think they were two years old at that time. That was a fun one. Especially when i was trying to bathe them both and clean the floor at the same time. Apparently, Evan has not outgrown his love for chocolate, or his love to smear, draw and find things to get into every time I need to use the facilities. I guess from now on, or at least until he's 21, i should just go with the door open.

left alone for one second... 

chocolate facial part 2 

relaxing? 

Monday murmuring..

Is murmuring even a word?
Baileys and milk is good, but Bailey's with no milk is not so good, however, i will drink it anyway.
We are entering week 3 of Justin being laid off. I do not do so well when he is laid off... I panic about when he will be working again and fret over money. i do these things just the same when he is working, except I replace the wonder when he will work again with worrying about him getting hurt on the job. Another ironworker he knew fell on the job a week or so ago, and this one died. good news is that last week, Timmy came over - he drove himself over (hooray!) and can walk with the assistance of two canes. I was so happy to see him in our living room. For those of you who may read this by chance and not know who Timmy is, he is Justin's work partner who fell 42 feet off a building they were working on last July, and was in the hospital forever it seemed. It was just so good to see him out of the hospital, and able to walk and drive.
On another note, make sure you go and visit Kim's blog: www.my10kidfamily.blogspot.com, it is hilarious! Note two especially funny stories in the archives - Dr. Dick in from Feb. 05, which i made me laugh so hard I cried, and UPS from the same month. And since she is going on a tropical Hawaiian vacation, i will be guest blogging for her on the 15th. I am nervous, as I am sure I will not be able to compare to her insightful and downright hysterical posts. Ahh, but I am looking forward to seeing what all the other guest bloggers come up with.

Sickos

I got home yesterday to find:

1.) Justin laying in bed, shivering with aches and miserable.

2.) Evan, upon waking up from his nap, stuffy and with a developing case of pink eye ( i think)

3.) An hour or two later, Kyle telling me he didn't feel well. About 20 minutes after that, he was hurling into a bucket - for half the night.

I think i want to run away from home.

Winter Blahhhs

Hello everyone. I cannot believe it's been so long since I last posted on here. Course, nobody ever leaves me comments so I don't know if you guys read this or not! To bring everyone up to speed, Carrie and Steve got a new car, Jenny and Scott got a new truck and a new dog named Shelby, and Grandma Bruder called the other day to say they are coming up in Feb. to visit. Evan is missing Brianna and Saleen and is looking at pictures of them frequently. I am prepping him for his birthday that is coming up, and he keeps telling me he wants to sit in Santa's lap. Apparently, a bit o' confusion with the whole Birthday/Christmas, people bring me presents thing. It is cold here, it wasn't too bad but today back to winter, which really sucked b/c i had to go downtown this morning and this evening and thought I would freeze or certainly get picked up by the wind and tossed into the air. Hope everyone is doing well and I miss you guys!

A fine lookin piece of furniture