Success! My left ovary is gone, no I didn't bring it home in a jar to look at because that would be, well...let's just say it, gross. Operation went grrrreat. Most importantly just as I expected all the ladies asked me about my nails, because I'd painted them for once! The Other asked me if I was painting my nails for the surgeons and I responded with "nope, just want nice toes if I die on the operating table" He didn't think that was funny, but a big large laugh from the Other is quite rare as it is. Anyway funny thing happened (not funny in the ha-ha way either) Apparently the Other confirmed with the doctor I can still get pregnant. He's been home what, a coupla weeks, and he's concerned about more kids????? Aaaaack! We almost (I stress the ALMOST here) had a talk about that. He, in his dillusional state (i.e. normal state) thinks 5 is a good number. Not that I need to remind my audience here of all the reasons why MORE children is NOT the best idea, but here is what went through my head 1) I'm so f'n' sure 2) I'm already behind around $100k on funding college education for the ones we do have 3) I'm so f'n' sure.
When he starts pontificating about how great the kids are I have only one billion completely logical counters to his "but I want 'em" argument and one of them is I'M TIRED but we can move forward from that. For once, I decide that saying nothing is the best route because as noted by many, yes, I am the verbal champion in pretty much every debate between the Other and I. I know this because I come from a sane place and the Other shushes me when two hockey players are about to fight as if biiiig things are happening. Really though, in my arsenal are about 50 reasons why having no more children makes sense but there's plenty of time for me to share those and then wasn't the time (Wait, pause, have I changed? Has my ego deflated a bit? I better get back to watching Long Kiss Goodnight, hot damn that Geena Davis kicks butt!) Anyway I know, I'll just save up all my massively good points until it comes to cutthroat time, which I estimate will be when the wee lil' gal turns 2.5yrs. Okay so I put that off, onto the next....
Took the kids to Applebees last night to kill time while the biggest kid was at hockey practice. Who knows why the heck I thought taking a 3 and 1yr old out to dinner would be EASIER than cooking something quickly at home! First, the 1yr old has decided like our human predecessors and folks from around the world that the spoon just inhibits her ability to shove food into her mouth (I can't say I disagree, it just ain't that becoming). I can tell she thinks it really is just an annoying apparatus that her mother forces her to use, bah! I see her thought process as it happens, first she looks at the mashed potatoes, then the spoon...and then, with her whole hand she grabs a handful of the mashed potatoes and manages to fit her entire hand into her mouth. Once that's accomplished, she casually runs her hands through her hair...ooooooh yes, mashed potatoes in hair anyone have a baby wipe that will work on this one??? Next, we're about 2 bites in when the 3yr old stands up on his booster seat and pronounces loudly "I GOTTA GO POOP RIGHT NOW!" and then proceeds to take his boots off and head for the bathroom (he does know where it is because we've ALREADY VISITED IN THERE FOR ABOUT 15 MINUTES IMMEDIATELY AFTER ARRIVING!) I look around apologetically with a bit of a sly smile. Hell, I'm at Applebee's, this ain't Bar LaGrasa folks. Sooo we spend about 25 minutes in the bathroom while our food sits. So in an hour and ten minute Applebee's visit I spent nearly 40 minutes of it in the bathroom. Although reasonably priced for American run o' the mill fare, a $30 bill for an extensive bathroom break does not financially make sense no matter which way ya play it!
Sooooo here's my recent updates:
1) As previously mentioned watched Last Kiss Goodnight oldie but goodie, my sister's favorite movie. She's right, its like Bourne Identity but with a cool hot chick, totally dig it and want to rewatch. Another movie, Dryland with a guy I've never seen. It's about an Iraq vet who returns from the war with a bit of PTSD (is there such a thing as a "bit" of that? probably not) liked this one lots. America Ferrara is actually really good in it and Wilmer Valderrama looks hot with a marine haircut.
2) Had an Amazon gift cert for answering surveys holllaaaa! Bought Black Keys cd Magic Potion. My gosh, has any band since Zeppelin put out only brilliance? I want to marry both of the Black Keys members just to keep them makin' music in my basement. They rock so hard man! Blues, soul, or as my dad would say "those white dudes is cool" ...sooo good. Buy any Black Keys cd's you can but only under these circumstances: you like smokin' electric guitar riffs, your soul craves good ol' blues music, you're super awesome.
3) Heard UGGs are now bad for the feet, apparently the sheepskin can cause foot fungus so not only should you drop $150-$250 on the boots but buy some insoles too. Ummm yeeeea, I'm going to say what really makes sense, they're winter boots NOT shoes for marathon running. If you've got that bad of a foot sweat thing going, insoles and socks will not help. I mean I'm no podiatrist or anything but who goes long distance walking/running in UGGS???
Well that's all I've got, over for now!
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