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So today was a bit interesting, I was going into work late because of a doctor's appointment, on my way to work I get a phone call from the nurse at my 5 year old's school. Today was the day that they were receiving the H1N1 vaccine. Apparently he vomited about 20 minutes after receiving the shot, they took him to the nurse's office and had the EMT's check him out. They said all his vitals were normal but he was still feeling queasy and was very pale. They were clearing him to leave but they wanted him to get checked out at either his doctor's or at the hospital today.
I turned around and floored it to get there, made a couple quick phone calls, dr's office, tried to reach my mom, called work - while I'm waiting for my boss to pick up the call the school nurse calls back. His throat was itchy and the EMTs were worried that he was having an allergic reaction and wanted to take him to the hospital. I was only about 2 mins away and when I got to the clinic they had him on a gurney hooked to a heart monitor and he was white as a ghost. He really looked pathetic laying there.
Big kiss, hug, and I start joking around with him cause he really looks scared to death. I rode over in the ambulance with him, and by the time we get to the hospital (maybe a 5 minute ride) he's almost back to his normal olivish complextion. Soon as I get him in the room and playing tic tac toe with me he's acting like himself, feeling waaaay perkier.
Doc says he probably just got a little swoony and nauseous after the shot. I'm betting he was a bit nervous about getting the shot without me there (we discussed it last night and this morning), so he was a bit worked up, got sick and then when everyone freaked out he got even more scared and worked up.
Anyways... now he's running around wearing his Captain Rex outfit and flying paper airplanes. I told him next time he wants a day off from school we don't have to involve the EMTs!
My fu-fiancee is straight!
WTF?
Was anyone going to tell me?
Think she'll still let me grope her?
This is an actual text conversation between myself and my son tonight:
Him: You never forwarded me Toxicity
Me: You seriously just texted me from your bedroom?
Him: Yeah I'm lazy
Mumm within a blog - should I beat the shit out of him or just take his phone?
I wish Google Maps had an, "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.
More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think
about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own
story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.
Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize
you're wrong.
I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was
younger.
The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This
recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be
ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.
Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't
work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically
fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know
how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or
FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.
There is a great need for sarcasm font.
I think everyone has a movie that they love so much; it actually becomes
stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes
shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the
right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a
millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really,
really gets it.
How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than
take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish
a text.
Was learning cursive really necessary?
LOL has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to
say".
I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads.
Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired
about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us."
Classy, bro.
Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I
hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".
How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and
smile because you still didn't hear what they said?
I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to
prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!
While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and
instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.
MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I
know how to get out of my neighborhood.
Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the
person died.
I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the
shower first and THEN turn on the water.
Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty,
and you can wear them forever.
I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
Bad decisions make good stories.
Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile
is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red
Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!
If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would
probably just be completely invisible.
Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go
around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly
nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from; this shouldn't be a
problem....
You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work
when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything
productive for the rest of the day.
Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want
to have to restart my collection.
There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going
to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if
I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I
did not make any changes to.
"Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.
I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching
TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me
if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this.
It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room.
Will we still be friends after this?'
I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?
Darn-it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and
goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone
and run away?
I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing
anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then
I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.
Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not
know what time it is.
It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.
I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to
answer when they call.
Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to
with it.
Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys
in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the
Donkey - but I'd bet everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3
feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...
My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would
happen if you ran over a ninja?" How do I respond to that?
I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or
Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.
The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw
they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words,
someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about
it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to
require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself.
There's nothing like being made to feel fat before dinner.
If you’re not up to thinking or getting preached at go ahead and click the back button now.
I'm upset, distressed, frustrated and downright disheartened with the state of our nation these days. What used to be the right to pursuit happiness has become the right for a free handout. It’s snowballing and I don’t see any end in the near future. Why should you work when your neighbor gets welfare, food stamps and free health insurance? Why should you work for money when you could sue someone for selling you an undercooked hamburger? Why should anyone care anymore? I’m not saying that there aren’t decent, hardworking, ethical people out there, they are still the majority, but that minority is growing and growing.
Kids are growing up not knowing the value of a dollar, or of hard work, why work for what you want when you can beg, borrow, steal or hell, just put it on a credit card. Bankruptcy used to be taboo, these days, bah, who hasn’t had a bankruptcy. Has our society become so materialistic that we put belongings before people? Status symbols before pride in accomplishments? Hell, look at who our role models and idols are: actors, musicians, sports stars and people that are merely famous for being famous.
Of course we have no one to blame for all of this but ourselves, we decide what is important to us, we decide whether we want to value people for who they are or what they own, we decide if we want to work for what we have or try to get by doing as little as possible… I for one know what I want – do you?
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BAM******* Yeah, I know, it's my own damn fault cause, in Katie's words I "have a motherfuckin snake on my motherfuckin tits" But do I look like I'm that stoopid?
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So I picked up a box of stevia in the raw, if you don't know what stevia is, it's an all natural 0 cal sweetener. I figure I need to cut down on the chemicals that I put into my body and well, i'd rather cut out sweetener than drugs.
It tastes different, not bad, but not oh wow yum. Anyone else tried it?
Yup, that about sums it up, a big ole blah!
Haven't been on much lately, I've been crazy busy this summer, a lot going on, some good, some bad, but it's definitely all kinds of busy. I'm in desperate need of some down time. Maybe I'll take a hookey day - but one with no kids! Roll around in bed all day, accomplish nothing, play on the computer and watch TV. Somehow I doubt it would make me feel better, but it's nice thought.
I've always had reactive hypoglycemia, but for some reason it's going completely nuts lately, the things I've always done to manage it don't seem to be working anymore. Doc is checking it out, they took like a gallon of blood from me saturday to run tests - we'll see what they say, probably nothing definitive, just because, well, just because it's me.
Still unpacking boxes from the move in July, I swear sometimes I feel like I"ll never get everything done, I just dont' have the energy lately, and when I do, working on the house is kinda the last thing on my mind.
OMG I sound like a lil emo bitch, eh, that's probably a fair assessment at the moment. Ever just want to run away for a few days? Just a few days, I couldn't do it for long, I just want a short break.
Now I'm emo and rambling, just knock some sense into me k? Fuck, now I"m emo, rambling and horny.
I give!
So we went to the pet store to get a feeder rat and a white mouse for AJ to have as a pet. I have a little plastic cage that I use for the rats and the mouse was in a little cardboard carrying box. We had to stop at the grocery store for a few things, but I left the windows down and I figured the little guys would be fine.
No, they didn't die.
The mouse chewed a hole in the box and got loose in my car. We spent a good 20 minutes playing keystone cops trying to catch the mouse as he ran back and forth under the seats of my car. Now that we've caught the little fucker I swear he has elephantitis of the balls - really - it's quite disturbing. Maybe it's just massive hemroids from having the shit scared out of him - I dunno... freaky.
Let me see if I can get a pic of that mouse's balls.
