My poor little guy is barking like a baby seal. He went to the doctor last week because of his neon green faucet nose and she said it’s just a cold. Then yesterday the croup started. Should I take him back to the doctor?
Unrelated: Remember the one about how I was fired for wearing a nose ring I chose to leave my job at Texas Instruments rather than take my jewelry out? Since re-piercing I’ve been thinking a little about that decision. At the time I kind of thought later in life I would either regret it or think whimsically back on it chalking it up to the fluttering follies of youth. But I gotta say, it was totally the right decision. That job was life sucking. I had the thing in my nose for like 3 months before anyone even noticed it was there, and for the record, behold the offensiveness:
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Ellis discovers Bubbles, thanks to an Easter care package sent from Paw Paw and Granny Cay. (if you listen closely you can tell my throat is still swollen, f-ing strep throat)
Dear universe,
I don’t remember asking for a stomach virus entrée with strep throat for dessert.
Please remedy.
(photo effect idea stolen from Gwen and Rob of Be True Photography)
Last week while fighting stomach bugs (me), colds (ellis) and deadlines, I managed to put this together. I’m hoping to keep it updated at least once a week.
When I was a freshman in high school I was deeply entrenched in the cool crowd. I was dating a sophomore and it was early football season, so it must have been September. In Texas September is a really warm month with most days seeing highs in the 90’s. Also it was 1992 and since my hair had to look exactly like Kelly Taylor or I would not leave the house there was a lot of hair spray sprayed onto my hair many times a day (Rave anyone?). The mixture of the sweat from the heat and the hair spray and my 14 year old hormones my head was prime pimple real estate. Lucky for me I usually got them only around my hair line where I could cover them with my Kelly Taylor bangs. During my very first homecoming game, I became aware of a pain on my scalp on the back of my head. Since my boyfriend was playing in the game I was there with a bunch of my friends. During half time, under the stands I asked one of them to look at my skull to see what the pain was. She did, then 4 other friends came to have a look as well, all being totally grossed out, like to the max. Turns out I had the pimple to end all crater pimples back there. It was throbbing and painful so I asked my friend just to push on it to relieve some of the pressure and when she did it burst and spewed pimple puss about two feet away from where I was standing. Yeah. Needless to say I wasn’t in with the popular crowd for very much longer. Ah, puberty.
Getting a runny/congested nose two days after putting a hole in it might be up there with the worst possible timing.
"So what would you do if we won the lottery?"
"I’d buy that house on the bay with sunset views and restore it. You?"
"I’d have a garage full of bikes. But here’s the question, would you move from here?"
"No way, would you?"
"Nope. (pause) I think we’ve already won the lottery."
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This afternoon I had just left Ellis’s room with him screaming bloody murder after 45 minutes of trying to get him to go to sleep. I left in a huff and went into our bathroom to pee but it was locked. Then the doorbell rang. When I finally made it to the door it was our neighbor who wanted to show us the deer in our shared yard because she was about to leave and they would probably run when she started her car.
Deer. In our yard.
Screw naps. I grabbed the boy and we stood out on our huge balcony and watched the deer. They didn’t scatter when she left. In fact they stayed for a short while then sauntered back down the driveway.
Lottery winners indeed.
No longer breastfeeding:
Positive - Hello sex drive, nice to see you again. I was beginning to think we’d parted ways for good.
Negative - Just call me Dr. Sunken Tits.
