Going Once.... Going Twice....

SOLD!!!!!!

Welp... we sold our house. We are supposed to be out by

Nov 5th.

Sugar Fiend

The Energizer Bunny is a MAJOR sugar fiend. And when I say sugar fiend I mean he freaks out if he so much as sees anything with sugar in it and you don't give it to him.

Heck the kid wouldn't even drink water without some kind of flavoring till recently.

I'm dead serious when I say I had to BRIBE to kid off of nursing. Honestly... do most kids require strawberry drink mix in their milk to drink it? What about Propell in their water?

Recently I was able to ween him off of the Propell, kind of....

He doesn't like water very much, but tuff schnookies kid! He's just going to have to deal.

I just wanted to make sure he didn't wither away from thirst!

Well today as I was busy trying to whittle away at the issues of whether or not to accept a certain offer on our house he got busy screaming bloody murder while clinging to my legs. Which, as most of you know, makes it nie unto impossible to move anywhere.

So I inched my way this way and that until I was able to maneuver and get him some milk in his sippy.

Which I then gave to him without further thought.

He gulped down the WHOLE THING like it was going out of style, as in, tomorrow!

About half way through I realized that I hadn't put any strawberry flavoring in it.

YIPPY! HORRAY! (and any other celebratory words you can think of! It's just doesn't look as good or exciting in writing does it? Shucks.)

Anyway, that is the story of how The Energizer Bunny got off the cat nip! errrr.... Nesquick

Wise? or Just Chicken?

Ok, so about a week and a half ago I decided to try to go donate plasma... I called and scheduled an appointment to have a physical (cause they require it to be approved to donate due to disease and stuff) and then to donate plasma. It was supposed to take 3 hours. 1 and a half for the physical and the same again for the donation.

I called my mom and got her to come watch my kidlets.

For those of you who are unaware... I have an insy bit of a problem with needles. It used to be loads worse (like hyperventilate worse) but after having three children I have been able to learn to manage that fear to a reasonable level. All I have to do is start counting something while that nasty thing is being stabbed in... then WA LA! I'm OK after that.

Well I get to the plasma place. I go in and show them ID and SS card (cause they require it) and proceed to sit down in the waiting area and read their little handout about how if you think there is any possibility of you having AIDS and other health issues you should not donate plasma. (Duh)

I read it... and start to wait.

and wait.

and wait.

And after forty five minutes of waiting I start to get this ominous feeling.

I tried to brush it off... then wondered if it was something more, and if I would regret not listening to it later.

I sit there for a few minutes debating this in my head. Then decided that even if I was going to get the physical etc today It might take three hours after I get out of the waiting area.

Mmmmm.

I can't do that. I have someone coming to look at the house this evening and as it is if I got back 3 hours after I was supposed to have the appointment I would only have 45 min to feed the kidlets something and clean up before having to run like a madwomen out of the house so the realtor could come through.

Okay. So that did it.

I got up and left telling the girl at the front desk that I had a bad feeling and had to go.

So what do you think? Was I being wise to follow my instincts or was I just a big chicken? Or maybe a little of both!?

It's a Dad Thing....

I love that Jer wrestles with the kids sometimes... not every night, but often. I remember rough housing with my dad when I was a kid and boy was it good times!

My sisters and I used to try to gang up on him and try to tickle torture him (he is VERY ticklish behind his knees). He would always pin one of us down and tickle us till we couldn't breathe anymore. Then one day all three of us were able to PIN HIM DOWN... Good times.

I think it needs to be a requirement for being a dad that you sometimes tumble around with your kids!

I had to include this picture... mainly because it's about ganging up on each other.... see Goober? he is hanging on for dear life. And what is Jer doing? Holding Goobers feet still so Missy My can totally tickle the crap out of him!! :D

Well, I Went to the Doc Today....

about my depression I've been suffering with.

For those of you that just think it's in my head, I'll admit it is... yup that's right... that's where all those chemical reactions are at dumby! :) Depression is kind of like being a parent. In that there is no way you can possibly understand how it feels till you have been there.

Here is the best way I can think of to describe it:

You know the song "Taps". It's the song that is played by the trumpet or bugle at military funerals. It's really forlorn. And it makes me tear up almost every time I hear it even when I'm not depressed.

Well, for me, and it's probably different for other people... it's feeling like I'm listening to that song on a continuous round. It never stops.. in fact it has more impact the longer it goes. And on top of it, it feels like I've just gotten home form a long trip cause, man, it makes me just want to sleep. I think the sleep thing is a side effect of the depression cause I don't want to have to deal with life at all. Oh, then on top of that my whole body aches all the time.... fun, fun.

This is the main reason that in a previous post I said that without my kids I would be lost. When I'm depressed they are one of the only things that make me get up in the morning and keep going.

Anywho, I like our doc, cause he not only gives you a Rx if you need one... but he also tries to make sure you are exercising and eating better so that your body can cope as well. Though he admits that sometimes people need the Rx to give them the drive to be able to exercise and eat right.

So starting again tonight, I'm going to try start taking walks as prescribed by the doctor... (if my massive headache ever goes away, but that is another topic)

I'm so glad he doesn't just throw a prescription at me and call it good. Cause then I know he will do his darnedest to make sure I get back off of the medication when I no longer need it.

Anywho, Hopefully I can climb out of this quickly and get back to enjoying life. There is light at the end of the tunnel. There is hope. :)

Election Economic Plans

I just hope they have the drive and power of persuasion to get done what actually needs to get done. They both have a lot of good points...

Obiden:



McPalin:



I do think that McPalin has a point about encouraging people to take their retirements out of the stock market early being possibly very risky. But I do think that Obiden has a lot of good ideas in there.

We will see when one of them actually gets into office.

Yay For Grandparents!

So recently I have been greatly concerned about Halloween and cold weather coming. I could see no way that Jer and I could provide costumes for the kids and boots for the cold weather ahead. I was really NOT looking forward to telling Goober that he couldn't be a Star Wars character and that he would have to pick something we already had on hand. Something like a ghost or a punk...

Well, low and behold GRANDMA to the RESCUE!!!!! :)

She took us shopping for both yesterday. Thanks mom! You really saved my tooshy from angry raging chillins!

(My little Wooky)