Summer Colds Can Suck it too

I have stinking miserable summer cold, and I am more than a little grouchy about it.

So yes add this to the things that can suck it.

Better and less grumpy post coming as soon as I can stop sneezing, and blowing my nose.

Dementia can suck it

Hello all you Babble Faithful.

I was doing so well there for a while keeping up with regular posting.

Then the end of May hit and all hell broke loose.

A lot of stuff goes on in May.

So anyhoo... get ready for a ramble.

#1 has successfully completed 6th grade. An offsite after school hours party was held for the entire 6th grade at her school. Everyone had fun, and problems were virtually non-existent. Apparently that was not the case for another school in the district's party. Whoo-eee. Let's just say apparently the hormones among the children at my kid's school are lagging behind. I do believe all the parents are ok with that. The promotion ceremony was held the last day of school. I managed to make it through without bawling and wailing in front of everyone. I think it helped that the ceremony lasted all of about 20 minutes. Not much time to get teary. I do believe this parent was ok with that.

School has ended, but I don't think Chez Babble will be experiencing much of a laid back summer. BH has been cast in a show at the local university where he is chipping away at a Masters Degree. He is also taking a more lengthy summer class. The past few summers his classes have been about a month long. This one is two months. There are vacations, vbs, camps, violin lessons, piano lessons, and possibly another show thrown in there too. So busy business as usual for us this summer. I have just enjoyed my first day with the return of the house husband. Given the HH's busy schedule this summer my expectations were low, but of course BH the HH surpassed my expectations by a long shot. He's pretty good for that.



We just returned from a long weekend in Ohio to visit BH's grandparents and other family. It was a tough trip. His grandmother is suffering from some very sudden and serious dementia. Still trying to figure out what is going on. She was very paranoid, and at times verbally aggressive over the weekend, and obviously not herself at all. It was very heartbreaking to experience. Hopefully some resolution will come soon. Getting old sucks donkey balls sometimes. This would definitely be one of those.

In Shocking! And! Exciting! News!

I am headed to NYC in a week. Alllll by myself. To visit my good friend Ali. and maybe Dan if he feels he can squeeze me in. Hopefully some other friends too. Other than that I have no idea what I will be doing there, other than praying daily to the GPS God/Goddesses that I do not get lost 40 different times a day. Have I mentioned that I have absolutely NO SENSE OF DIRECTION WHATSOEVER??? BH who has been with me for a damn long time is still STILL astounded by my ability to always choose the wrong direction when given the opportunity. I am hoping to find some kind of GPS application for my Blackberry that will help guide me while I am there. This was a very spontaneous trip and that is worthy of a whole post itself.

There is some other stuff happening, but I think I will turn those in to their own posts. I got my Blogher gentle reminder today, so this should appease them. I just received my first check from them after about 3 years of running ads, so I guess I better keep em happy.

Later Gators.

For BH

I had a GREAT Mother's Day.

Let me tell you all the awesome things that happened!

• I got to sleep in!
• I got a gift certificate from by wonderfully fabulous Beloved Husband to a local spa for a ONE HOUR MASSAGE AND A PEDICURE!!!!!!!(Both! I could even do them on the same day if I wish!)
• I got a lovely cookbook from #2
• I got lovely pictures and helpful coupons from #1
• I got to lie around the house
• I got taken out for breakfast
• I got to eat whatever the hell I wanted. And I ate a LOT people. Hello lovely french toast, sausage, and hashbrowns. You were worth every delicious excessive calorie.
• I got to be with my most favorite people in the whole world.

What was your Mother's Day like?

Cranky Gift Horse

Mother's Day is near.

I typically enjoy giving gifts. But I wonder if lately my enjoyment is beginning to wane.

The last few gift giving occasions have caused me to say, "Oh Crap!" instead of "Oh Good!"

Particularly those occasions that involve gifts for the parents.

I seem to be completely void of creative gift ideas. BH is no better.

We have avoided discussing Mother's Day because no one has a single decent idea.

Father's Day looms. Oy Father's Day. It makes Mother's Day look like something, well you can just make up your own metaphor here. Our father's are so difficult to buy for.

"But Missy," I know you are saying, "Just ask them what they would like."

Oh nonononononononono NO.

Not only is this a fruitless endeavor, it is one guaranteed to make my head explode loudly enough to be heard in Canada.

I won't bore you with the details, but I swear I am going to punch my dad the next time I ask him if there is anything he would like or need, and I hear, "OOhh it's just another day. It doesn't matter to me." Every. Single. Mother. ##$*&^.Time.

I had a gem of an idea yesterday while lying around and putting off getting myself around for the day.

Our girls love to pretend that they are wait staff at a fancy restaurant. So, thinks I, howz about we turn our house into a fancy restaurant and serve our moms a fancy dinner served by their very cute grandaughters?

It will work like this, on Sunday we will deliver fancy invitations and a bouquet of flowers to our mothers for a fancy dinner at Chez Babble in two weeks.

That gives us two weeks to plan, shop, and execute our fancy dinner.

Brilliant!

Now, what to put on the menu.......

Snack vs. Treat

Included in a recent post I talked about how my children, or more accurately their grandparents seem to be confused by what is a snack vs. a meal.

We often have umm.."discussions" with the children about what they should have as a snack.

When they are out from under the influence of junk food wielding grandparents, err..umm... I mean when they are home with us we don't often have the snack portion argument. I think they get it now that we are not offering after school meals.

However....

we have a lot of ummm..."discussions" about what is an appropriate snack.

Our first question to the children when they ask for a snack and then follow up with, "Can I have this bit of junk, or not so healthy option?" our response is, "How many servings of fruits and vegetables have you had today?" The answer to this question on a good day will usually be, "One." Unfortunately the answer most days is, "None." We are then forced to insist that the snack be of the fruit or vegetable variety, which is met with much grumbling, huffing, vulture posturing, and various other ways they like to make their unhappy feelings known. (My personal favorite is a note with a mad face sticking it's tongue out. That is a favorite #2 way of expressing anger. It always makes me laugh, and well if you have children I don't need to finish this story for you.)

The children will grudgingly get their fruit/veggie and then invariably ask if they can have the earlier requested junk/not so healthy option after consuming the fruit/veggie.

By now we are typically a bit worn down and just so damn happy that they are actually eating a fruit/veggie that we say ok.

So I guess the grandparents aren't the only ones to blame for all this. Damnit. I really wanted it to be all their fault.

BH was reading the US Today insert in the paper yesterday. He found a little article that discussed snacks vs. treats.

In a nutshell the article said that most people now don't know the difference between a snack and a treat. They pointed out that a snack is for warding off ravenous hunger bewtween meals. A treat is something like cake, ice cream, chips, candy bars, etc. that you eat every once in a while. The problem is that many people eat treats for snacks every day.

Hmmm...this sounds familiar.

So we had a bit of a discussion about that article last night.

Went over pretty well.

We decided that our treat this week would be shakes at the Fork and Dine movie experience we are planning for Saturday.

Tonight #1 asked if she could have the last of her chocolate Easter Bunny today. At first I said ok, because I honestly want the temptation gone. THEN #1 stopped and said, "Oh, but will that be my treat then?"

After I picked myself up off the floor, I said it would, and suggested that she save it for another time. She agreed without fuss.

Victory may be within grasp.

Cryiyiyiyiin...

#1 will be making the transition from elementary school to middle school next year.

I don't need to expound any more about fears and anxities.

Let's talk instead about my immense distaste for crying in public.

With the abovementioned transition comes the obligatory ceremonies and celebrations.

All to remind me that my baby is not a baby anymore and soon she will be a grownup and move away and and and and....

Waaahhhhhh!

Tonight I successfully made it through her final elementary school orchestra concert. This was really not difficult at all beause first, she will continue to play next year so it is not her last concert ever. Two: they made no mention of this being the last show for the 6th graders, so there was no trigger there either.

In a few weeks however will be the dreaded promotion ceremony.

Oy. I get teary just thinking about it.

This disturbs me greatly. I HATE crying in public.

I know I know, I am a therapist I should be comfortable with expression of emotion, blah, blah, blah.

At any rate it doesn't change the fact that I prefer my most profound emotional expressions to be in a private arena.

I am on the committee for the promotion celebrations, and so will have some work to do to keep me distracted, but all of that work is pre and post ceremony. There is nothing to keep me distracted during the ceremony when the power point with baby pictures comes up and all that other goodbye stuff.

Those baby pictures come on and somebody better pass the puffs.

Maybe I will use the ol' Twitter account and tweet my way through it.

(I would never be that rude, by the way!)

Maybe I better just get used to the idea that I am prolly gonna cry and I likely won't be the only parent to do so and it is ok.

I still hate it.

Pet Healthcare Reform Needed Here AND I now am diagnosing cat anxiety.

We have had more pet health issues in the past year than I can recount at this point.

I don't think I would be in danger of exaggerating if I were to say that I bet we have not gone longer than two months without a vet visit.

We will be making another visit for our middle cat, who seems to have some serious anxiety issues.

Because ceiling fans are evil dastardly beasts that are out to get her!

This means she won't come upstairs.

Which means eating and drinking has likely been limited, and don't get me started on the pee...

I think she should meet criteria for Kitty Prozac. Serious anxiety that is impairing her ability to carry out daily functions.

That is my professional opinion and I am sticking to it.

Teen Angst

So #1 is going to be a teenager soon-ish.

I can not honestly say that I am excited about this.

Unfortunately #1 is not excited about it either.

She really has nothing good to say about aging. This has become somewhat bothersome to her father and I.

Right now #1 seems only able to focus on what she can no longer do because she is getting older, and sees no benefit to becoming a teenager at this point.

This MIGHT be a teeny bit our fault. Maybe.

Could it be that she took all of our tease intended moaning and groaning about having a teenager to heart?

OR is it that we are just having a hard time figuring out how to let her grow up?

The world is scary. There are scary people out there who want to do bad things to unsuspecting young girls.

#1 is cursed with an anxious mother who has a unique ability to ferret out every possible danger out there.

I am finding it REALLY REALLY hard to decide what freedoms are ok. I have to sort through all my anxiety and be REASONABLE for God's sake.

That is a lot of work my friends. You just have no idea.

BUT the good news is that I am working on it.

This weekend BH and I were able to nail down a few perks and incentives to help #1 see some benefit from growing up.

The incentive package was small, but well received.

Baby steps to teenagedom.

Did I also mention that I have recently discovered several new gray hairs?

Wonder if there is any correlation here?

It is wrong to throw out cupcakes. Right?

I am trying really hard to be vigilant about eating, so's I can drop the couple pounds of winter weight I put on.

SO WHY IN THE HELL DO PEOPLE BRING THINGS LIKE CUPCAKES TO MY HOUSE?

I have been pretty vocal about my work here. I have been equally vocal about what seems to be my total inability to ignore things like baked goods when they are in my house.

Just two days ago I announced a ban on such things until these few pounds are gone.

Yet today here comes my MIL fresh from the dessert auction at church with a beautiful plate of cupcakes. (Proclaiming that she knows we don't want them, but she couldn't resist buying them because they were so pretty. We try to be good children. Why WHY, does she insist on punishing us like this? BH is watching his eating too. His goal is to get below Spiderman weight. How I love my geeky man.)

Jesus Mary and Joseph.

They are very prettily decorated and delicious looking.

AND those evil bastards are taunting me all the way up here in my bedroom.

They don't respond to my firm, "Shut the hell up cupcakes!"

I just may have to go all trashcan on their asses.

Running Marathons at inopportune times.

So the stomach ache has apparently migrated.

Here is what happened at ridiculous o'clock last night/this morning ohwhothehellknows?

(Knocking on our bedroom door)

BH: (mumbles something that resembles, "What is it?" I think)

#2: My feet are hurting really bad and I can't even think.

Me: It is sleeping time. There is no thinking required.

#2: They hurt so bad I can't even sleep.

Me: What would you like me to do?

#2: I don't know. (Said as she climbs in next to me. Always next to me. Her dad is a cuddly guy, I think she needs to share the love.)

Me: Zzzzzzzzz

Me: (At some point later hopefully it really was only the few minutes I thought it was) Are your feet better now?

#2: Yes, only one hurts just a little.

Me: Will you be able to sleep?

#2: Yes.

Me: Get out.

BH's lines throughout this entire exchange: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Since the pain has migrated to her feet, let's hope toenails are the last stop before we are pain free.

If we were on an episode of House I would have a tantrum until we got the full body scan

#2 is about to do me in.

For reasons I fail to comprehend she has to tell us about every little tweak, squeak, and possible malfunction her body makes.

This leads us to make very little of it when she complains about not feeling well.

This has lead to us blowing her off at times when she really was sick.

This has lead to me having one foot in the door of the looney bin.

Our latest issue(s) have been that good old standby the stomachache.

She complains that her stomach hurts, but it never seems to slow her down. (Except at those most opportune times such as chore time or getting ready for school in the morning.)

There is rarely if ever anything else that goes along with these stomachaches, such as diarrhea, vomiting, and the like.

So I give her a Tums, and send her on her merry way.

This child's eating habits as I have discussed numerous times on this blog are atrocious. I believe that these poor habits may indeed be part of her problem.

So I told her that I did some research about stomach problems and determined that what we needed to do was make sure that she was eating healthy food most if not all of the time.

This includes after school snack at grandparents homes. (A grandparent who shall remain nameless took her to McDonald's last week for a "snack" after school. The "snack" consisted of an ice cream cone AND a medium order of french fries. That is a crappy meal, not a snack. This happens more than once a week too. Makes my head EX-PLODE. Another grandparent who shall also remain nameless regularly makes a huge bowl of excessively buttered popcorn AND a bowl of ice cream for the "snack." Then has the audacity to comment on the fact that the child does not eat dinner. Makes me say BAD BAD BAD words. No amount of straightforward comments or requests to stop make a difference either. Not even if I say them while beating my head against a brick wall at the same time.)

So we are going to try eating healthy food for a while (Hoepfully. Maybe the threat of illness will help curb the grandparents ridculousness.) and see if that doesn't end the complaints. I am also insituting an early to bed rule on days that she complains of stomach problems. She needs rest so that she can get better.

If after a week or so we see no improvement, then I guess it is to the doctor we go.

I just hope this doesn't turn in to one of those my disbelief that there is truly an issue biting me in the ass situations.

Parenting is hard sometimes.

The Demon is Out!

Because I knew you were all waiting with bated breath...

After test driving EIGHT vehicles, and one failed deal....

I am happy to inform you that my demon has been exorcised.

It came out in the form of a 2011 Hyundai Sonata.

It is shiny, black, sporty, with SIX SPEED MANUAL TRANSMISSION. (This makes me feel like a race car driver!) It sports a 200 horsepower engine which ain't too shabby for a 4 cylinder. The extra power will take some getting used too. I was way over the speed limit all the way home and didn't realize it.

I am VERY happy with my purchase.

So who wants to go for a ride?

Ready to exorcise the demon

Holy shit I hate trying to by a car.

I um have been a bit occupied, nay obsessed by the notion. (I wish I knew how to do that strike through the word thing that the cool bloggers do. I don't have many appropriate occasions, but this was one of those times. If you know how to do it please educate the ignorant, err.. one who wants to be in the know.)

I have now test driven 6 different cars. Yes you read that correctly 6.

I have pretty much officially ruled out 4 of the 6. 3 SUVs and one car that while fun and sporty, was just a wee bit too small.

I had high hopes for one of the SUVs last weekend, but they would not come down a measly $1000 so we had to say no. However apparently the salesperson was a toddler. Or at least it felt that way to me, as I had to explain about 200 times that unless they came down that measly $1000 we could not buy the car. Not didn't want to, COULD.NOT. No matter how great the deal was it was still $1000 more than we could pay. I was about to go all preschool teacher on the dude, but he finally got the message.

So I have officially ruled out SUVs. I originally wanted one because I thought I might get a third row of seating, but those are out of my price range. If I can't get the extra seating, then it is a bit hard to justify the purchase for me.

I am now looking at Sedans.

Sigh.

So. Boring.

So....not me.

The problem is I grew up in a family with some pretty serious car guys. I paid attention enough to develop a strong affinity for sports cars. I have had the privilege of owning two.

My favorite....was a 1988 red Dodge Daytona. 5-speed, turbo engine. God I loved that car. Bought it my sophomore year of college, and gave it up not long after #1 was born. Her car seat did not fit well in the rear bucket seats and trying to wrangle her in and out of it was a chore.

So I delved in to the land of the 4-door sedan, and there I am apparently going to stay for the forseeable future.

I have found a couple that don't look like something my grandma would have driven, so that is helping.

Now I just have to make my decision and then go try to buy it.

Honest to Sweet Baby Jesus I would rather scoop my eyes out with a spoon and feed them to myself.

I do not do numbers. They freak me out. I get paralyzed and can't think when numbers and math get involved.

This is why I am a therapist. Limited if any math.

So when the sales person starts flinging those numbers around like it is nothing, my head starts to spin, and I become a robot, a really defensive and angry robot who is only capable of repeating the price BH and I agreed upon before we leave the house. I am sure that they are out to take horrible advantage of me and that coupled with my numbers phobia makes for some bad situations.

So I have been test driving cars, and deciding what I want. BH who could care less what he drives as long as it gets him where he is going is my numbers man.

I have almost done my part. Now it is BH's turn. I will strive not to be an angry defensive price spouting robot. I will be quiet bystander, who confers privately with her numbers man before making any statements during the negotiating process.

It is better for everyone.

Now I just want to get this done, so that I can get other things done.

Stay tuned.

Demon be GONE!

Healthcare Reform

A lot of people seem to be up in the air over this whole healthcare reform deal.

I posed a question on FB asking people to say why they were or were not in favor of the reform bill.

I got several replies from people who were in favor of the bill, or I guess now I should refer to it as a law. I did not hear from one person who was not in favor. Most said that it was not perfect, but that overall they were happy to something done.

I was not attempting to start arguments and the commentary on my FB status was very tame and friendly. I am simply curious to hear what people think as it is not often that an issue raises such a strong response.

I wondered if people even knew what the bill was about as there has been so much propoganda and rhetoric from both ends of the debate. I really questioned if people were simply reacting to what they have heard in the media.

So I will attempt to post the same question here, just to see what people have to say as I really am curious. If I get more than one response I hope that people will keep it friendly.

So comment away!

Panda Bear Cupcakes

Of all the many posts I have done on this blog, the one that gets the most hits is one that shows a picture of wizard hat cupcakes I did for #1's birthday a couple of years ago.

I decided to see if Panda Bear Cupcakes can break in to the #1 spot.

I will keep you posted.

(These cupcakes were made in honor of #2's birthday. My baby will be 9 in just a few days.)

I got nuthin'

Not much to report on here.

Let me see in the two plus weeks since I last posted I have:

• Created a dance titled, "It's Time to go to Sleep" that I perform for #1 before I tuck her in much to her horror. I keep offering to let her have friends sleep over so I can show them. For some reason she is not biting...
• I turned 38 years old.
• Went on a mini-vacation with some friends and their children to an indoor waterpark.
• Finally gotten the estimate and check for repairs on my car that was wrecked in January
• Have sort of made a decision to look at getting a new car, but not until we find out what the state budget is going to do to k-12 education and my BH's income. Hence the sort of. If the news is bad I will be repairing the car.
• Sloooowwlly getting back in to exercising regularly.
• Have been not so patiently waiting for a full on vacation that happens in July and will involve time at the beach.
• Bought a really boring swimsuit. Apparently 30 pounds less of me did not equal comfort with buying a suit that was not a basic black one piece "mom suit."
• Neglected my blog.

What have you done over the past two weeks?

Climbing up out of the rut

BH and I have been in a food rut for ohhhhhh..probably 10 years or so. (I might be exaggerating, but it sure feels that long.)

We have been trying to eat at home more, and have been fairly successful for awhile. Even during really busy times, we have managed to eat home food rather than fast food.

For quite a while last year we had a rule that we ate at no restaurant that had a drive-thru. That limits one's choices when in a hurry, and it soon became much easier in many many many ways to just eat at home rather than engage in the 4 year long debate about where we were going to eat that would be without complaining. The answer to that question is no where. There is no non-drive thru fast food restaurant where everyone at Chez Babble will happily eat. Give me a PB&J over pouty people at dinner any time.

As these things go, we eventually slacked on that rule. However recently we have gone back to our no-drive thru vow. It has been easier this time. Why I am not sure. I could try and analyze it, but I really don't want to. Feel free to share your thoughts about it if you like tho'!

BH recently stated that he thinks one reason we have not wanted to eat at home is because we eat the same thing all the time and we rarely plan meals that involve much real cooking. Real cooking meaning that we have to put some effort in to preparation, not just heating and eating.

So we have been hitting the cookbooks when menu planning lately, and planning meals that cause us to have to cook. Like with chopping and marinating and getting our saute on. I had my doubts about our follow through, but so far so good.

BH and I used to really cook quite a bit back when we were young and child free. It was one of our favorite pastimes.

Somewhere along the way after the kids came along we just forgot about it. Easy and hassle free became the name of the game for us.

I guess we are ready for the hassle again.

I think our more adventuresome cooking is having a positive effect on the children.

#1 for a while now has been far less picky and willing to try new foods.

#2. Ohhh #2. No way no how is she trying anything that she doesn't already know she likes. That means she will eat about 5 foods max.

Yesterday however...I think we may have upped her number of foods she is willing to eat. We had cheese ravioli. Man was she having a pout and attitude about dinner. (This happens everytime we have a dinner that does not involve one of those 5 foods. As I don't believe in catering this way, we encounter attitude SEVERAL nights a week. I think I am almost immune to it at this point.) But for whatever reason, and again I am not going to try and figure out the whys of it all, and just enjoy the moment. I digress. For whatever reason she decided she was going to try the cheese ravioli. Try she did and like she did. I nearly fell out of my chair. I even gave her money for trying a new food. (Yes I did, and I will do it again. If you knew what we have been through with this child and food you would be right there with me.)

Tonight she talked about trying the new chicken dish we made. She never did actually try it, but she talked about it AND there was no attitude at dinner.

Happy Happy Days!

If this doesn't keep us motivated on the path to cooking better food then I don't know what will.

UPDATE!!

This is probably most exciting to me BUT...

apparently local law enforcement did go after the person involved in our recent hit and run. Insurance information was procured and a claim is being filed.

Now do we fix the car, or use the money for a downpayment on a new one?

Much will depend on the actual damage estimate.

It would be nice to have something big enough that we can take the girls and their friends places in ONE vehicle. Or all go in one car when we go places with grandparents....there are many times I have wished for more capacity in our car. Driving two cars to one place makes me batty. I also don't believe that it is any better for the environment than taking one larger vehicle.

It is nice not having a car payment though......

Oh the waffling.

Betcha can't wait for me to work this one out on the Blog!

Journey and other updates

So I haven't posted about my journey to better health in a long time.

Mainly because there hasn't been much to post. I more or less made it to my goal. (One pound away to be exact, but who's counting.)So I was continuing to exercise on a regular basis, and eating appropriate portions, but not really restricting myself about what I was eating. I was maintianing, so I figured all was well.

Then came Christmas and a lot of snow. Still exercising regularly. But junk food consumption increased a lot for a couple weeks.

Then came a show. Still some junk food consumption, but late nights led to later sleeping in the morning which led to an all out lack of exercise. I also find it hard to eat much before I perform, so there were a few nights where I consumed dinner at about 10:30 or 11:00 at night. Not smart eating. Guess what is open on the way home at that time of night?

That has led to a couple pounds of weight gain.

So the show is over, I am over my ear/sinus infection, and it is back to vigilant eating and regular exercise until those few pounds go away. Why is it so easy to break an early wake up time and so hard to get back to it? I have certainly learned however that for me, even though I am not a morning person I am far more likely to exercise regularly if it is the first thing I do in the morning.

So here is hoping that these few pounds go quickly and I have learned a lesson.

In reality I am sure this is not the last time this will happen. BUT as long as I nip it quick all is good.

Business is going well. I REALLY need to say no to new referrals for a while. That is scary to think about. WAY scary. What if I say no and no one calls me again?

So as you can see my tendency towards ridiculous anxiety is still as present as it ever was.

Last post I ended with the news that BH had just been in an accident.

He was OK and we even made it to the show on time.

I however am experiencing some anger. It was a hit and run. Some dude in a truck ran a stoplight and BH t-boned him. BH saw a bit ahead of time what was going to happen so he was able to slow up a little, which caused less damage. A kind witness to the accident, followed the dude, got his tag number and managed to get him to pull over.

According to the kind witness....dude was drunk.

So it has been almost two weeks and we have heard nothing from the police saying that they went after the guy. Which means we have no insurance information from him.

Which means we have to make the claim on our insurance.

Oh and pay the damn deductible.

This displeases me greatly.

I had expected more from our fair city's law enforcement.

But apparently as they often seem to be my expectations run too high.

Stupid drunk drivers.

I am just grateful the outcome wasn't far worse.

No I am Not Two Years Old

I have had an ugly cold for over a week now. Lots of head congestion. Lots.

My ears have been pluggy for over a week now too.

Today, one ear felt less pluggy, the other more so.

Yay.

As the day has gone on the ear has begun to hurt. Especially if I bend over or lean my head forward.

"That cain't be right." Sez I.

So I took myself to the local minor medical issue clinic so that they could have a lil' look-see.

Turns out. I have an ear infection.

In all my 37 years I have never had an ear infection. I am pretty sure I could have lived a fulfilled existance without this experience.

So now I am armed with a heating pad, motrin, and a $110.00 antibiotic.

Yes friends you read that correctly. That is for the generic version too.

Don't be allergic to mulitple antibiotics. Especially if your health insurance does not cover prescriptions.

OK. So I just got word while that BH was in a hit and run accident on his way home with pizza for dinner. He is ok thank GOD. Unfortunately though we are supposed to be at the theater in 30 minutes for our last performance. This is not a good day for Chez Babble.