The last post from home.

Thanks for everything! It's been great!

So, see ya when I see ya!

This will probably be my last post for a while. As my loyal (2, sweet!, but sad) readers know, I'm moving to a smelly, funkified land far, far away.

This is taking up a lot of time, and soon my computer will be in a box. I can't post while my computer is in a box.

So, just so y'all know, I love ya, will miss ya, and I'll be back on here as soon as I can. Assuming this doesn't kill me, that is.

In the meantime, I expect you to behave yourselves, and I expect you to miss me soooo much that it keeps you up all night and you start to waste away from the pining.

Or. You could just sniffle a bit. Yeah. That'd be cool too.

Oh, just forget it.

The last couple of months have been the kind of months during which everything goes wrong.

Everything.

The latest in this string of wrong-goings was my oldest son's appointment with the pediatrician. Turns out, my six-and-a-half-year-old son is losing weight. He's already the skinniest kid his age I've ever seen, and apparently the Adderall he's on has caused even less appetite, resulting in weight loss. This is the thing I was dreading the first time we were told it was a possibility with ADHD medication. I mean, he's already the son of parents who were both scrawny as hell for most of their lives, he (just like us) either doesn't notice he's hungry or forgets to eat when he's busy, he (just like us) has a severe and gerbil-like metabolism, he (just like us, well me, anyway)likes fruit and veggies and things that are good for him but not terribly high in fat or calories. I've had to start researching what a nutritious, high fat, high calorie diet looks like. The bummer part is that he eats a lot of the things on the list, just not in any great quantity. We eat cheese, meats, milk, ice cream, and the like often. He's just not eating much of them, or not enough apparently. I keep telling people I can offer and put the food in front of him but I can't make him eat it. I really can't. I'm concerned that people will start to think I don't feed him at all. I mean, geez, he's the skinniest kid around and my youngest is not even a year old and he's the size of a two-year-old. It looks weird, even to me. He was the skinniest kid at swimming lessons. He's so skinny he doesn't float. At all. How freaking skinny do you have to be not to float?!? Well, his head floats, but I'm not sure that makes me feel any better.

Anyway, the doctor gave us some supplemental powder stuff that is supposed to help and I asked the hubby to pick up some PediaSure on his way home. If anyone has any other ideas or recipes to help with this, I'd be grateful. I thought I'd see about instant breakfast too. Maybe one of each with every meal during the day? Plus snacks? Hmmmm.....

Random Crap.

Today has been a weird day. Aside from all the icky, stressy stuff I'm dealing with, I've laughed harder today than I have in a long time. Why? Check some of this stuff out and you'll see.


Cakewrecks

You Had Me at Idiot

So Close

So funny! I read all the way through the first and just laughed my heinie off. The second made me laugh so hard I was actually hunched over at one point with my hand over my mouth laughing so hard I was crying. The third, well, she's always got something good to say.

Moving on, I'm somewhat addicted to catalogs. I've never ordered from one, but I love to get them. It's like window shopping from the comfort of home. They kinda confuse me though. First off, sweaters are my favorite article of clothing next to jeans. I love sweaters. They are warm, comfy, can be casual or dressy and can hide a multitude of flaws if you're careful about the cut. I think we can all agree, however, that a sweater is a cold-weather item of clothing, for the purpose of keeping warm. Because I believe this to be true I don't understand why clothing manufacturers label shirts as sweaters when they are cut low enough that one's belly button is visable. How does that keep me warm? Is cleavage (not to mention rib cage, waist and abdomen) really a cold weather accesory? Added to that is the fact that all the really good sweaters, the ones with high necks, long sleeves and a long waists, are either a hand wash item or a dry clean item. All the rediculous sweaters that I would never wear were machine wash. Figures.

The other item that I find frustrating is pants. I have longish legs and a smallish waist. This is not a good combination unless you are rich enough to spend $200 on a pair of jeans. For broke people like me it means that I am constantly trying to find a pair of jeans that are inexpensive and small enough in the waist WHILE being long enough in the legs. If I were to choose a pair of pants that fits perfectly while standing up I could get away with 34 inches. I like my pants to be a bit long at the ankle so my socks don't show when I'm sitting so I generally prefer 36. The problem with most jeans for women is that you don't get to pick the length. I'm not sure if it's generally thought that all women of a particular waist size have legs of the same length or what. Well, I found a catalog that specializes in women with long legs. Unfortunately, it is full of mom-waisted jeans and pants, Victoria's Secret-esque tops and all of it is selling for a small fortune. Thanks for nothing.

Today around lunchtime I put my youngest in his highchair for his midday snack. I then went to the bathroom to pee and did the worst wipe job ever because I heard him choking. I ran back to the dining room (while buttoning my pants) to save my baby to find him grinning at me. He then returned to his new hobby of gagging himself with his fingers repeatedly while I sat in a chair and tried to keep my heart in my chest.

It's been a really interesting day. And it's not even close to being over.

A Request.

For my SIL. She needs prayers, y'all. She's in a hard place, and her family too.

Send them her way, will you?



I'm with you, sis. I know how this feels, and I know it's bad.
Time is on your side, your friends and family are near you,
and God continues to hold you close to his heart.
Love you.

Crafty crapola.

This is the hat laying flat.

This is the blanket stitching on the bottom.

This is the cross stitching on the top.

This is my very annoyed son being the model!

FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN!!

Thanks to my fabulous SIL, I got to see Alice Cooper in concert last night!

It was an awesome show and I enjoyed every bit of it! As the original shock-rocker he didn't disappoint, the stage show was killer, the music was great and the crowd was totally insane.

However, I bet all the morons who didn't bother to find out who Alice Cooper is or what kind of show he puts on felt really stupid for bringing their toddlers, as they should.

Dumbasses. Witness, part of the show:



Does this look like the kind of guy you want to explain to your kids under the age of ten?



Added to that was the moronic woman who sat behind us who actually wanted us to sit down because she couldn't see. Too freakin bad, lady. This is an Alice Cooper concert. If you wanna see you either need to stand the hell up, like everyone else, or get a concert dvd and watch it at home. Better yet, stay at Munch 'N' Music, where you belong.