Well it's a good thing

I wear scrubs to work. You see that smoosh face up there in my banner? It produces a bunch of scmutz in the crevaces that should be a face that really is just a flat pancake of folds. So as I held my Corbie's thick head in the crook of my arm so that the doc could scrub out the mess that is his ear, the face scmutz was smooshed into the sleeve of my scrubs. And this my friends, is why the medical field wears scrubs to work. This is also the only real field work my scrubs will ever see since I am , realistically, an instrument operator. Thank the gods above I no longer work in the veterinary field.
So the Corbinator is fine. We have to clean his ear up good every day for the next few days and make sure a scabs don't form over and it doesn't abcess. His eardrum looks good. They gave him a shot of penicillin but he didn't need to be on pills. Oh he did not like the thermometer! He squealed for that one. The tech was like "Oh what!" and the doc said "Oh don't worry this breed are Prima Donnas". Dr Williams has only 3 frenchie patients and she's already caught on to that one! He did well though considering he is not feeling his best. On the way out my mom was feeding him the treats they had out front. I told her to stop because I noticed on the way there he was already getting car sick. He's the only dog I've ever owned that gets car sick poor thing, drools like a nut and pukes something awful. So we get about a block from my work and he heaves up all over the place. Big ol chunks of dog treats all over her back seat. Hehehe. Why is it my mother thinks I have not a clue in the world and needs to prove it by torturing my little dog?

My vet

And the sacrifices she makes for her patients. Today she has a funeral this afternoon so her schedule is already booked. But my little dog is still not quite right this morning and he needs to be looked at . Because, ya know, my mom decided to feed him to my big dog yesterday. Damn parents. Anyway she was kind enough to forgo lunch and will probably pass out during the funeral this after noon but people will probably find that endearing anyway. This is Texas. So I called my mom, told her she's picking up the little miserable Corbinator, who was left on the top step of the stair case this morning moping because he wouldn't come down to be put in his crate. He was too mopey to get himself in any trouble anyway so what do I care. So there he was left and I suspect there he will be when my mom goes to get him for his appointment at 11:30. I am having her swing by here to pick me up and I will take them over to the vets which is near my work rather than trying to tell where it is located. The woman couldn't figure out directions if I pasted them on the inside of her friggin forehead. There's no way I'm going to try and give her directions and trust her to get there with a sick dog and myu kid in the car, no way in hell. Nope just pick up the dog and bring them here to me. I'll get ya'll there just fine. It's like a block away from my work. I do have half a mind to make her pay the damn bill though. It so pisses me off that she doesn't know that "Put Jayne in the crate" actually meant "Put Jayne in the crate" and my dogs have to suffer in pain because she is just that god damn stupid. I mean that is STUPID. Just plain DUMB. God gave you a brain so that you can use it. Not so you have something to fill up the hole on the inside of you skull. Friggin morons that run around like chickens in this world. And before ya'll criticize me and the way I speak about my mother you really need to know about our history together and the fact that she left me when I was 8 and it was the best thing that she did for me in my entire life. Really, it was. The people around me in my life use to try and tell me that I should really be a little less harsh about the way I talked about her. Then the got to know her and the way she behaved. They stopped criticizing me after that. She has this way of doing nice things and then screwing up so badly that all the little nice things she did could never ever make up for all the horrible stupid unforgivable things she does. She's so jacked up I can't even begin to fathom explaining it, you'd just have to experience her and I don't like inflicting her onto other people unless it's called for and it's rarely called for. If you don't know her consider yourself one of the lucky ones.
On that wonderful digression from the point, I'll let you all know what goes on at the vet's office, I hope it's something simple like a popped ear drum.

My mother

and the death of my little dog. Well not yet but maybe soon. She's not the brightest of people and he's not the the toughest of dogs. OK rather, she doesn't do directions well and his nemesis is 3 times his size and unstable. So mom lets my dogs out every day, easy task and it's nice of her to do this task. My big dog is mental, this is a known fact, that's why he's on Prozac every single morning. I'd give it to him twice a day but then he's catatonic and a catatonic 75lb dog is really damn hard to move. No really, it is. Trust me, I've tried and it hurts. Anyway he's wired wrong and sometimes he feels the need to kill other dogs or strangers. He's ok with most people just not strangers. If he's trying to kill another dog it's usually resource guarding and he won't try and bite people if they are peeling his psycho ass off of another dog he's trying to kill. In the world of psycho dogs he's not one of the really bad ones. No, I'm serious, there are worse. You can't talk him down or distract him, you have to peel him off and separate him but you can bring him down if you hose him off or change rooms. He's bad but not that bad. He will eat the mail man/UPS/Fed Ex guy. OK so today the little dog Corbin (little super duper submissive dog) was sleeping under my mom's chair outside and Jayne (big psycho dog) decided that mom was a resource that needed to be guarded. So he attacked the little sleeping dog. Man what a way to ruin that little guy's morning. Anyway mom turned the hose onto the big guy and got him to let the little guy go. She called me and I told her to keep them separate (duh) which she had and if she had to put the big guy back in the house to put him in his crate. By the time I got home at lunch to drop off the car seat that I forgot to leave for her and the kid she met me at the door to let me know that it was a mess. I asked why and she said that Jayne had tried to kill Corbie again but she had problems getting him off of him this time. Of course I asked why and she said she let Jaynie back in the house. So you ask what about the crate? Oh she put him in there for like 15 minutes. It takes something like 3 weeks for the adrenaline from the first fight to get out of the system, why would 15 minutes suffice to calm the dog down? What part of put him in his crate did she not get? Did she think she could peel a 75 lb crazed dog off of a 25 lb dog? The woman is 4'9" tall and weighs less than 100 lbs and no, she has no muscle mass. Yeah she has a brain. No, sadly we have not seen evidence of it's use in many many years. So I have no idea how she got the 2 separated but Jaynie was in his crate looking very distressed and Corbie was on the couch looking very traumatized and a little bloodied and rough around the edges. He may sleep in the king size bed privileges this evening. I sat next to him on the couch and he snuggled up to me and he was so relieved I seriously considered calling into work and not coming back in he was so pathetic ans so relieved his mommy was home. You could just see the relief fall out of his shoulders and he fell asleep happy, poor guy. It's like when you pick your sick kindergardener up from school after they spent the whole morning throwing up at the nurses office. You know the kind of relief I'm talking about? He was so tired though that after I spent 10 minutes sitting with him I got up to eat lunch he didn't even notice so it was alright. Even when I left he didn't get up when the alarm chimed as I opened the door. I suspect he'll sleep hard when I'm gone today. I figure as long as he doesn't die of shock when I'm gone he'll be good to go. We'll give him a bath this evening to get the Jaynie slobber and crusty blood off him this evening and he can sleep in mommy's bed and he'll be fine. Our poor doggy family, they have such a hard life. None of them are right in the head and they all have to deal with each other when one is just a wee bit off that day.

Nothing to do today

No really, I mean nothing. My instrument at work is being worked on when the engineer gets here so maybe someday I'll have work to do. Please, start your prayers now your your god of choice that the thing works. I have been working since the end of May and have not had an instrument to work with since then. The internet is only so interesting people and blogs are only updated only so often and for me that's not often enough. Idle hands people idle hands! So I have lots of time and nothing to do, the people here think I'm nuts. I tell them I am so they leave me be. It's nice and it pays well but I'm bored people BORED!! And for those of you that know me you know that can only mean trouble brewing. What trouble lord only knows but it's coming so lets all hope the installation engineer gets here soon and has good luck or else the end of the world may come about at my hands. It can happen.

Today's music choices

My lab mate is at an Excel course today so I brought my own music in today. Normally I wouldn't torture her with my music. I prefer what I like to call 'angry white male' music. Because, well, it is. Today's choices, Nickelback (ok, they're from Canada but I'll forgive them that b/c the music is good), Linkin Park (American but from Agoura Hills CA), and Creed who I thought was a christian band but apparently just having recovering christian roots or some odd thing. And since both my bosses ended up working in my lab today (WTF is happening to my free time lately?!?!?) I have Bittersweet. Female and 40's James Bond sexy in nature but only overtly sexual so I started with it and when 1 boss left switched to Creed. Some day maybe they'll get my instrument set up at work and I'll have something to do here. Damn mass spec is a dull job when they have no instrument working...

So it wasn't too terrible

The Stampin Up party with the kid last night that is.
I do wish I had a camera though.
There were 3 projects to do and I helped the dd do 2 of them. One had a piece of candy stuck to the middle of it so of course we started with that one. She did very very well and when I went on to do the last project by myself, it had a little cut out and a thingy that was too complicated and not interesting enough for her I deemed this so, she did not, more on that later, she sat and worked on her own project. She had her own scissors and stamps she brought and pens but she wanted to use some stamp pads there and she she asked our host politely and was helped accordingly. Our host thought she was delightful (as she should, dd knows if she isn't deemed delightful she is not brought back, mean mommy is like that) and gave her full access to the stamp pads. Even though at some point dd thought she'd paint the clouds of the sky using her finger as a stamp, ugh. The dd also came up with this nifty little thing that she wanted to make a slip through where she cut 2 slits and threaded a slip a piece of paper through it with a sun and a moon drawn on it. Of course I was sitting at another table while this was happening and a lady was sitting next to me and pointed out to me that my dd was using scissors and pointing them down at her palm and, quite frankly, freaking the woman out. I wasn't even bothering to look up just going "yeah yeah it's ok" to the poor lady. Apparently this group was a group of home schoolers too so you know this was a group of the uber overly protective kind of moms, I'm more from the school of Darwinism. Mind you the dd is left handed and very small featured. She's tall but looks even younger than she is. (this is where I wish I had a camera for a picture for you all) The combo makes her look uncoordinated and dangerous with scissors. She's been using them since she was 2 and always uses the insanely dangerously sharp kind that children are never given access to, they are the only ones we own. Hey, you get in more trouble with the dull ones, those are the ones that slip. Her grandmother and mother are quilters, her mother is a scrapbooker and her father is a knife buff, if it can't kill or sever in the first swipe we throw it away or sharpen it. Child gets killing implements at age 2 and learns coordination early. Yeah Darwinism see, it works. Nuff said.

So lets just get this out there

So I can clear the air. I wanted a boy. The dh, he wanted a girl. This was all known many many moons before we were all of breeding age, trust me. When we were teenagers we could have all predicted this I imagine. No, really, I'm serious. So when we found out we were having a girl (at the sonogram) the mil went out and partied (it was the girl she never had) the dh patted me on the shoulder and said "Don't worry honey, they're not always right" the sonographer said "oh no, you're having a girl". I'll post the pic, our girl sat on the ultrasound wand. Even I could see that we were having a girl, there were no floating turtles in there, only lips.
Anyway, since then I have been living the life of girlie stuff that I so do not like. My dh has been painting toe nails with the delight that I should be showing but don't because that stuff just does not delight me. He even paints each nail a different color which is very endearing, the dd just does not know how good she has it.
My point being, because I do have one, is that I am an only child and as such, like my alone time. As a parent you don't get much. As a parent of an only child you still don't get much. They have a tendency to expect you to entertain them all the time always when they don't have each other to kill. I wish I had others so they could torture each other. The I could just do what Ebony (my friend) does and hose down the dirt in my back yard, create a mud pit and let them have at it.
So I had a Stampin Up party I wanted to go to this evening. By myself. So I could just have some fun time. To myself. Lord forbid I have some fun time with out a 6 yr old attached to my side. Do not get me started, I know she loves scrapping and stamping. She has more scrapping ans stamping stuff than most scrappers. She has the entire Stampin Up pen set for gods sake. I had no intention of bringing the kid with me so I didn't mention it to her or the hubby while I was at home. Instead I called home and told the hubby while I was at work. So what does he do? He tells her. And it makes her sad. Why? Because she wants to go of course. That's why I didn't tell her about it. So why did he tell her? Go ahead, answer this for me. Why would you tell her this? Don't get me started because I could go on forever but I won't. It was stupid. He should have just said mom had to work late or something minor. But nooo lets say mom went to a Stampin Up party. Smart! Duh.
Ok so I tell him to ask her if she wants to go and so he does and says that she gives him big happy animae eyes and is very happy to go. She wants to know if it'll be a big party or a small party. I say about 15 people and according to her that means it's a medium sized party. Why she asks this I don't know. Probably to figure out how many accoutrements she'll bring along. And she does tend to over pack so it may take a bit to wean her down this evening. Ah this is why I didn't want to tell her where I was going. That and I didn't actually want to buy anything...damnit.

It's always more fun...

to share with every one. So we've got kids here on this floor I work on. It's the pediatrics floor they put me and my instrument on, why I do not know. Anyway the phlebotomist wanted to put some music on her computer so that they could have some kids music to play in the back ground to calm some of the kids while pulling blood. This I can totally understand! So I go and grab my dd's mp3 player out of the car and download High School Musical onto the computer. Today I remember that I have the Curious George CD in the car too so I bring that in too. Of course it's in a different format so I can't get it to switch over. I'll have to take it home and put it on her mp3 player and download it that way again (it's just the easier way of doing it). So the radio we have in here now is playing the Curious George CD (rather than the god awful country that was making my ears bleed last week). Jack Johnson is so soothing. I know he plays like he's in his home Hawaii but it still reminds me of my home beaches of San Diego back when they were peaceful, not like they are now. It's nice. They are also all about green too, reduce re-use recycle. Oh and sharing, that evil 5 letter share word all children hate. I love how old my generation had become. Now all our music has to teach our children lessons. Damn we are old.

Green...ish

Or maybe just an olive tone. So what was once thought of as a hippie thing is now become fashionable. It was bound to happen, the price of gas was destined to go through the roof. I was raised in a peace lovin', pot smokin', hippie town (Ocean Beach, CA) and it was a totally inappropriate place to raise a kid but if you knew my parents the fact that they raised a kid there would not surprise you at all. I remember being less than 5 years of age and harvesting veggies in their co-op garden and stocking shelves in their co-op grocery store. Oh and don't even get me started on that whole carob is the next chocolate and it's better for you crap they tried to pull on me. Was not and never will be, that stuff is nasty.

Anyway we are back at it again but the rich and famous are now on the band wagon so there is now more available mainstream (ie at Costco) which is nice. So it prompted me to take a look at what we have in our home that is green. OK so let's take a look:
Appliances-
Everything is new and energystar, everything, house insulation, fridge, stove, water heater, a/c, water dispenser, dish washer, deep freezer, washer and dryer. The washer is even a German made front loader.
The washing detergent is HE and ecofriendly. Why? Because they sell it in bulk at Costco and the other brand there is Tide and Tide has phosphates and the phosphates aren't good for the environment. OK how many other of you readers knew that fact? Answer that, I want to know if you know!
The light bulbs in the huose are all being switched to the energy efficient ones as they blow out (waste not want not). Why? Because they sell them in bulk at Costco.
I think we have a theme going here...
I do put out a bit more effort than just shopping at Costco though. I recycle. I put a concerted effort into recycling actually. And I have a compost bin. I'd compost more if the hubby didn't complain about the grossness of it. It's not bad but when you open the top to throw stuff in it is rotted compost, not pretty to anyone but a gardener that can appreciate compost. Plus we rarely use it. It requires us (read the dh) digging holes for all of my potted plants, yes I have many, and that just doesn't happen that often. The ground here is 2" of sod and then solid rock until the earth's core. Not so fun.
Oh wait and there's one more little thing, I don't use disposable pads and tampons anymore. That's another thing I don't put into our landfills. But that ones just as as self serving as not. Disposable pads suck, I think I already covered that one didn't I?

It was a man

I'm sure of it. It was a man that created the modern day disposable plastic nasty sanitary napkins. Those uncomfortable noisy, crinkly, diaper rash giving, bleach filled, plastic, sweaty, jacked up things we have to wear unless we want to jam a tampon up our vajayjays? Oi I did it again. I started another tmi post with out giving fair warning. I'm sorry. You all should be expecting it by now though shouldn't you? You poor masochistical dears. You've now officially been warned since it's only going to get worse. Relax though this ones not so bad it's more of a male bashing one. My good friend has been insisting that it's a penis thing. All bad things can be linked back to penises. Today I'm going with that one. Go ahead, read my last few posts and see if the root of their misery is not based in penises. Go ahead, do it.
Anyway today I received a package I had been waiting for from a friend of mine, it had momma pads in it. The one friend I had helped with the Great Cloth Diaper Hunt (online cloth diaper treasure hunt, way fun). She has sent me some momma pads, basically sanitary napkins/pads made from the same cloth that they make cloth diapers from. Holy crap where have these things been all my life? I put one on and wow, instant difference. No really, NIGHT and DAY. I can not stress this point more. This is like the difference between indoor plumbing and no running water and toilets in a house. A total night and day difference luxury. Really. If you have to wear pads (like some of us do). Yeah, I know, I did the whole Diva Cup review but remember my cervix was abused 2 days ago. Nothing and I mean NOTHING is going anywhere up near that area for a few weeks on pain of death or severing. Period. End of debate. So pads it is right now until my body is done protesting the abuse it's been given for the greater good of birth control. Since the dh doesn't want to have any more children (post script, the dh debates this but he can rant about that on his own blog. This is my blog and on my blog he can piss off). I won't be having another one of these put in again though, no no. This one's strings will not be cut down. They will be left so that when it needs to be pulled out no one will need to go rooting for it with 15" hemostats. And if the dh doesn't like the strings on this one like he didn't like the strings on the last one he can just suck it up and deal.
But I digress. So back to the momma pads...a WAHM (work at home mom) made these (from soft soft flannel) and I am sooo going to buy more. (If you want the woman's email let me know and I'll pass it on to ya) I need them for back up for those days I just don't want to wear anything complicated like the Diva Cup. Oh and for those who exclusively wear pads and would look into buying a bunch sometimes they have bulk buys over on the Mommy Forum (see list of links on the right) where they get together to get them for a better price. It's kinda hard to find in the cloth diaper section under co-ops. I know, weird but that's how it's organized. You have to register to view the forum and there is a reason for it but I won't bore you with the details. Or I am also going to be making a bulk order from my friend so get a hold of me and get yourself included!
Back to the original theme though, it was a man that invented plastic pads, trying to make money off of us and not really concerned at all with the comfort of a woman. Them & their stupid boy penises.

You poor dears

I'm sorry, I usually give you all fair warning when I put up a TMI post and that last one was probably a doozie. Well FWIW if you're on my blog now the next post down is a big tmi post. Sorry, it was the pain talking. There was a lot of pain and it was doing a lot of talking. As of the next morning it's much better, no pain at all. Really, no I'm serious. As long as I don't throw up from the antibiotics they gave me (just in case, not that they think I need them but just in case they do it any way) I figure I'm golden for a good 5 years. Or until we decide to have another kid. Yeah right like that's gonna happen. Pfft.

I had forgotten

About the sounding:
▸ noun: the act of measuring depth of water (usually with a sounding line)
Yeah only with an ob/gyn what they measure is the depth of the uterus. With a stick. In my case with 2 sticks. One metal (like the ones in he first picture) and one plastic. A total of 5 times. Yup, you heard me 5 times. They couldn't believe it was that damn deep. Apparently when I healed from my c-section part of the face of my uterus welded itself to my belly wall rendering it incapable of shrinking back down to a normal size. Oh yeah and did I mention that this sounding occurred after the removal of the old iud? With a set of curved hemostats that were no less than 15 inches in length. *See second picture* Yeah no pain killers, just a wildly lucky and talented ob/gyn rooting around for a tiny tiny string on the opposite side of my cervix with that monstrous set of hemostats and a ultrasound wand being smashed into my lower belly/outside uterus by a nurse. Oh my yes that was soo much fun! Only to be followed by the 5 soundings. Oh and then the insertion of the iud, that was just like another sounding only then it left something behind (iud) on the inside. My uterus is very very unhappy with me this evening. The good news is that I don't have to go in for surgery to have this done. Although in retrospect it's kinda like childbirth, scheduled c-section or vbac? Will the vbac even work? Is it worth the try? In this case it was because it worked. The doctor's odds were good, she's done this fishing many times before and has only ended up going into surgery for one once. Turns out the things strings were up top and wrapped up upside down in that case. That must have been soooome fun! Not. Miraculously that was not my case, thank any god of your choice. I am in enough pain as it is and would be less than pleased if they had to root around me more then they already did. Now I'm good for another 5 years and by then I'll be menopausal. Or at least 40 and ready to have the dh snipped for good.

Did I mention

That I have 2 doctor’s appointment’s today? Yeah well one good one not so fun. The first was with the neurologist (finally! A woman I like, her staff, not so much. She thought I had several headaches over the weeks, she did not know it was one headache over 3 weeks. Something her staff failed to mention I suppose.) So we met and this was supposed to be where I am prepping to get weened off of the anti seizure meds (Keppra). Well since we now have this migraine thing to deal with it’s going to work a bit differently. OK fine dandy. We do have an explanation (maybe) of a few things. 1) There’s a type of migraine that you get after head trauma which is due to all the dissipated blood settling out in the brain which can happen up to 1 year out. And 2) Keppra has a side effect, weight gain. Great, I have an excuse now! The upside? The new med, Topomax, is used to control migraines and seizures. Oh and its side effect? Weight loss. Well then maybe it’ll all balance out. Doubtful but one can always hope. I think my weight gain was just normal since I lost so much after surgery. We’ll find out soon enough. So we’ll get me on Topomax, take my blood levels, then start weening me off the Keppra. One step at a time and someday I’ll be nice and normal. Or at least as close to it as I was before.

Then there’s appointment number two, oh that’s going to be a fun one. A real fun one. It’s with the ob/gyn. If you’re a guy just stop reading now, this will all be tmi. I have a Mirena IUD, they last for 5 years. My 5 yrs was up in May so it has to be replaced. They have these strings that hang down and are pulled to get the thing out. Well for reasons I won’t scare people with my strings were cut off. So to get this sucker out I have to be dilated and they have to go up after it. And then stick a new one up there. Doesn’t that sound like fun? Oh yeah, I am so looking forward to this appointment you don’t even know. I’ll post later on tonight or tomorrow to let know all know how well it goes or if we just opt for no sex ever again. You never know, it may just be that bad.

I had to share

Because many of you do not have the stupid amount of free time I have during the day (since the new instrument I was hired to run is still not fully installed) I want to point out an article that I found on CNN (no, it's not one of those serious ones) called
A Romance Contingency Plan
Yes, the woman is married or at least has a life partner of sorts but the others she chooses and the thought process behind them, I can find no fault with. If I have the free time and the wit/creativity I'll try to come up with my own list but in the mean time....
leave a comment or email me with your own list. And an explanation of why, that's the fun part. I mean normally you'd think Walter Cronkite? Are you serious? But it makes sense in her article. Right? Not that I'd want him for the same reasons but hey, every girl has her preferences.

I am a bad bad girl

So we, like most Americans, are trying to limit spending in this horrid economy, trying to save energy, drive less etc, and I had a moment of weakness. It's kinda like being on a diet and driving by a sale at Starbucks. There are just some opportunities that are not to be passed up. And it wasn't a bad splurge, really! I only spent $25, that's not bad. For me at least. Anyway you know that Unity Stamp obsession I have? No? It's listed on the right side under my links. Any way Angela (the owner), posted last night that it's her husband's birthday this weekend so they are giving a free stamp Shine with every order of at least $4. Yeah, no problem! My favorite stamps of hers are all the individuals anyway so I got a few of those. Yup, I fell off the wagon of budgets. Yesterday the dh told me he fell off a bit too and bought a DVD so at least we have that for him. We actually owned that DVD too so this is the second time we've bought it. It was left at our friend Jas' house so we had to replace it. Really though, how could we go without owning Shaun of the Dead? It's really a scream, if you haven't seen it yet go rent it/put it on your Netflix. It's a must see.
I digress though, this was about me being bad again wasn't it? Oh well, it's been known to happen. And it'll probably happen again, there is that Stampin Up party next week too. If your local and want to join us let me know!