It’s funny how their little minds work…..

One of GrandDolly’s new playthings are her Mr. Potato Heads.  She’s taken quite a liking to anything with a hole in it that she could shove a Potato Head part into.  Imagine my surprise the first time I found this stuck in my bathroom door knob.

When I take it out, she promptly finds it and puts it back in.  Not sure what the significance might be, but she likes it there.

More optometric office conversations

Tech: (Reading over patient’s chart) - Does anybody know what Brain Calm is? This patient takes it.

Us: It’s probably some kind of homeopathic supplement.

Tech: Sounds like something we could use here.  Could we find out if it comes in a Pez dispenser?

The Agony and the Ecstasy

The Agony — I’m covered with indescribable itching — AGAIN!!

The Ecstasy — scratching it until I bleed. I know it’s the wrong thing to do, but sometimes I just can’t help it.

My darling Sweet Baboo — the mighty poison ivy slayer — finely outfitted in his coveralls and gloves and hat, standing at the ready to do battle with the blasted interlopers. With his trusty spray can at his side, he sprayed until there was nothing left to pour on the noxious weeds. I am absolutely a true believe in organic gardening, but when it comes to poison ivy, there is no mercy. Bring on the Round Up and lots of it.

That’s not where I got the rash, tho.

A few days ago, SB was clearing brush at his boss’s house. Didn’t realize what he had gotten into until I broke out the next morning. He had the urushiol on his skin but I broke out before he did!!! Isn’t that a kick in the head? I told him I got it from him and he didn’t think so — until his arms started itching later that day and he had to agree with me.

I’ve read where the rash starts anywhere from a day to 2 weeks. Haven’t ever read where a person can break out within a couple of hours. That’s my own experience.

So here I sit, my head numb from Benadryl while the rest of my body is racked with this hateful itching. AGAIN!!

From the “stop you’re killing me” files……

Another true story……

A patient came in today and was met at the front desk by one of our docs.

The patient says “doc, I can’t see anything with these new glasses.  They don’t seem strong enough”.

The doc says, “didn’t you ask me to give you a discount on your exam?”

The patient nods.

The doc says, “well that’s your problem. I gave you half off your exam, so you only see half as well.  When you want to see the whole picture, come back with more money and I’ll give you the works.”

Oy.

From the “well she sure showed me” files……

As I’ve said numerous times, GrandDolly is the light of my life. I am enchanted with every little thing she does or says. Too bad she doesn’t feel the same way. Case in point:

We make our weekly Wal-Mart run on Sundays — Darling Daughter needed a few things as well but GrandDolly was napping, so I offered to pick her items up for her. Upon our return, GrandDolly was just waking up, which is her “don’t bother me ’til I’ve had my coffee” time. Sweet Baboo  kissed her cheek and we jumped back into the car to go home. By then, GD was laying on the sofa vegging out and slowly ramping up for the rest of the day.

So home we go, bring in the bags and start unpacking. Phone rings. DD on the line. Where’s Pepere? GD was throwing a hissy fit because Pepere had left and not kissed her or told her goodbye. DD gives GD the phone, at which time SB starts their “growl and giggle” routine. After many good byes and I love you’s, SB hangs up the phone. He had a look on his face that asked, “who does she love better?” Oy.

Earth Hour US - Earth Hour 2008

We’ve all heard about global warming or lack of global warming as some politicians would have us believe. We need to start somewhere. This is a small beginning, but it is a start. Will you join the millions of other people who will turn off their lights for one hour on March 29, 2008 starting at 8:00? I am. I think we can all do without for just one hour. It’s only an hour.

from www10.earthhourus.or posted with vodpod

Small signs of spring

It’s not much, but it certainly gives one hope. It’s cool how they speared up right through the leaves, eh?

Sure makes a person wonder

I try to be open minded and believe that everything happens for a reason. Not necessarily my reasons, but reasons nonetheless.

Case in point: our Sadie Doodah kittie has had a mild upper respiratory thingy for a couple of days. I mentioned to Sweet Baboo this morning before I left for work that we probably should call the vet and try to get her in that day. He thought that she would be okay, and that we would just watch her for the next few days. No problemo, she’s his cat anyhoo, so off to work I go.

The plan today was to pick up Darling Daughter and GrandDolly after I got off work at 12 and we were going to check out Finders Keepers, a toy and fun stuff store that we frequent. About 11 DD called and said that GrandDolly hadn’t had a nap yet, and we all know from past experience what that means. So I told her to go ahead and nap her and I would stop at Finders Keepers and look for the items that we had talked about. It’s been bucketing rain today anyway, not a great day to take GrandDolly out.

After work, I drive back to my little town and get off the exit for Finders Keepers, which shares it’s parking lot with a motorcycle dealership. Would you believe there were NO parking spots? It probably could hold 20 to 25 cars, but the only slot open was way over on the other side of the motorcycle place. I thought about it for about one minute, then said nah, I’ll come back another day.

When I walk in the kitchen, the first thing I see is Sadie’s little bowl that we give her about 1 tbsp of milk in a day. It still had milk in it. She also likes a few pieces of her food on the floor around her bowl. They were still there too. Not a good sign.

Called the vet. Keep in mind it’s 12:40 by this time. They close at 1:00. Explained my problem extremely quickly and the nice young lady said that if I got there before 1:00 I would be charged for a regular office visit, whereas if I got there after 1:00, it would be considered an emergency visit.

Can I tell you how fast I changed, grabbed my wallet, grabbed the cat carrier and grabbed Sadie, (Poor Sadie, she saw that carrier and freaked. Her usual response.) threw her in the car and then raced to the other side of town? Got there with time to spare. The vet confirmed the upper respiratory thingy and gave me some antibiotic drops for her for the next week. Lungs and heart are fine, just her nose congested and a sore throat. No fever. Whew.

The boiled down version: if I had stayed later at work as had I planned to, and if I had gone to the store with DD and GD, or if I had taken that parking spot on the other side of the motorcycle building, I wouldn’t have gotten home in time to get to the vet and would have worried like crazy all weekend until Monday. Or paid extra to have the vet take a look at her as an emergency call. Yeah, life can be funny. Makes a person wonder.

Because I’m the Mom — William Tell Overture

Just too funny for words……

Andy Rooney and Women Over 40

I’m not a big fan of Andy Rooney, but every now and then he comes up with a real gem.

This is one of those times.

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As I grow in age, I value women over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:

A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, ‘What are you thinking?’ She doesn’t care what you think.

If a woman over 40 doesn’t want to watch the game , she doesn’t sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it’s usually more interesting.

Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won’t hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it’s like to be unappreciated.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40.

Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.

Older women are forthright and honest. They’ll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one. You don’t ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it’s not reciprocal.

For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress.

Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, ‘Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?’, here’s an update for you.

Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage.

Why? Because women realize it’s not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!