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Apr 14 2009

Happy Birthday to Da Boy!

Published by kellyology under Da Boy Edit This

I’m a mess today.

 10 years ago I went into labor on the 12th, and out you came on the 14th.

Who knew you’d look so much like me?

 Or that you’d have all the weird obsessions your Father has for all things science fiction or fantasy…

And soccer.

 

It still amazes me that with my gene pool you can even play.

And I love that even though you have that focused, nerdy streak from your Dad, you still have my ever ending need for the silly.

And I love that everyday your beautiful insides…

are shining through to your beautiful outsides.

 And know that even though you have less years left at home than you have been alive, you will always be…

My beautiful baby boy.

 Happy 10th Birthday Little B!

You “finally” reached double digits!

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Apr 13 2009

What I’ve Learned - The Asthma Edition

So for the past few days my Asthma has been flaring up, I’ve been on a steady schedule of ‘roids and inhaler, and as usual it’s been driving me insane.  I’ve had Asthma my entire life, and it has provided me with several, well, lessons.  Although I don’t proclaim to be by any stretch of the imagination an expert, I hope that it will help you during your times of annoyance with your various ailments to share with you lessons that I’ve learned as a person with Asthma.

1.  Most Asthma medication sucks.  As a child you get this nasty liquid medication that makes you want to throw up.  Then you’ll be provided with this medication that makes your hands shake so badly that you can’t apply your mascara.  Then there’s the ‘roids and the inevitable weight gain that follows.  And none of them provide a permanent solution to the “middle of the night lungs closing in on you” problem.   They all suck.  But you need them all, just so you can take one more deep breath.

2.  You will never be able to as an adult enjoy certain alcoholic beverages.  Remember that nasty liquid medication I was talking about that makes you want to ralph?  Well, it tastes just like a liquor that rhymes with the last name of the 2nd lead singer of Van Halen.    Oh, and if you have a little German friend who tries to talk you into another version that’s better and apparently more popular where he comes from, don’t do it.  The same gag reflex will ensue after consumption.

3.   Every time you have a head cold, it will drop to your lungs. You can suck down every drop of orange juice and vitamin C you can find.  You can use that netti pot until the cows come home.  You can keep yourself drugged up and dried out, but never the less…if you have a head cold, it will drop to your lungs, stupid weak little things that they are.

4.  Feeling your chest close in on you apparently is not enough of a deterrent to stop you from trying cigarettes as a teenager.  I was lucky enough to have almost all of my Asthma symptoms disappear when puberty hit.   So what did I do at church camp one year besides discovering that communion wine can get you really, really drunk?  I took up smoking.  Brilliant right?  And now as an adult, I am paying for it dearly.  I’d sure love to go back in time and smack that cigarette right out of my hand15 year old hand.

5.  The idea of dying by suffocation is your biggest fear. But for some reason you dream about being able to breath underwater.  Oh that’s not you?  Maybe it’s just me.  I like that dream.

6.  You never ever get to go purse-less.   OK.  I could when the grunge look was in and I had the big baggy jeans that disguised the look of my chunky inhaler.  But that time period was short lived and the look from then on was tight, tight, tight jeans.  OK ladies.  Shove a big chunky inhaler in the front pocket of your tight, tight, tight jeans and look in the mirror.  What does it look like?  Oh, you know what it looks like.  Not to mention what it feels like every time you try to sit down.  So, you have to carry a purse, and not one of those cute little one’s that only holds a lipstick and you license.  No.  You need something a little more substantial.   And the nights you decide to rebel, you introduced to a place I like to call Emergency Room Hell.  Oh yeah.  It’s a fun place to go at 2 in the morning.

7.  Home remedies don’t work.  Don’t even bother trying the pot + boiling water + towel trick.  I mean the water runs out eventually doesn’t it?  And drinking caffeine at 2 in the morning…who can sleep after that?  I even tried some special vitamins that were supposed to do the trick.  Can you say allergic reaction?  Don’t bother with the home remedies.  Just go get your self some of the good drugs.

Of course that brings us back to What I’ve Learned: The Asthma Edition lesson number 1, “Most Asthma Medications Suck.”  But we’ve already talked about that anyway haven’t we?

Don’t you remember?

Throwing up?

Hands Shaking?

Weight Gain?

Oh that reminds me of a lesson I’ve forgotten.  It’s little lesson I like to call 8.

8.  Asthma sucks. And passing it on to your kid?  That is even worse.

 

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Apr 09 2009

Oh, This is what 10 looks like.

Published by kellyology under Da Boy Edit This

This evening we were at Wally World buying a present for a friend of my daughter’s who is in the hospital for pneumonia.  While we were there I thought it would be a good idea to for my son to pick out his birthday cake for his birthday party on Saturday.  He’s turning 10.

10.

Double digits.

Seems so old to me, especially considering he’s got less years living at home than he has alive.

And don’t say to me”Hopefully” or “You wish.”  As my father said to me my senior year, “Next year you’re going away to college or going away to your own apartment and a job.  But either way, you’re going away.”  I didn’t think it was too funny then, but now…yeah.  I’m going to hold on to that family tradition.

Anyway, we were walking to towards the bakery through the clothing department, and my son says to me, “I’d like some cologne for my birthday.”

OK.  This is a boy who thinks bathing is optional, and teeth brushing is only something you do when Mom threatens you with your life.

So I said to him amused, “What do you need cologne for?”

He said, “Well I’ll put it on, and I’ll smell good.  All my friends have cologne.”

Me, “And what do they need it for?”

He said, “I already told you.  So that they can smell good.  Dad has cologne.  You have perfume.  Even Little C has perfume!”

Me, “Maybe if you and your friends bathed regularly you’d smell good.”

And then he did it.

“Oh Mom…” And he rolled his eyes.

Well crap.

There it is.

The eye roll.

Don’t confuse this with the eye roll that your little one’s give you because they know that you think it’s funny.

No.

This is quite different.

This is the “I can’t believe my Mom is this dense” eye roll.

**sigh**

Ten.

Here it is.

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Apr 08 2009

Wordless Wednesday - She Says This Makes Her Brave

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Apr 07 2009

Celebrating Easter?

So Da Husband and I were finishing putting together some furniture for Da Boy’s room in my weak attempt at finally getting my house in order, and I said to him in a very quiet voice (practically a whisper),  “I’m thinking about skipping Easter this year and not doing baskets.  I mean it’s not like we’re religious.  We don’t go to church.  It seems kind of hypocritical to me.”

He replied in a quiet voice (practically a whisper), “The Easter Bunny and baskets have nothing to do with religion.”

I then said (practically in a whisper), “I suppose you’re right.”

And then I hear from just outside the door a loud voice from a little child who was supposed to be cleaning somewhere else in the house but apparently was not, “YEAH!”

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Apr 06 2009

Hot by BlogHer - Challenge 3

So last week I started Jillian Michael’s 30-Day Shred as a result of trying complete the Fitness Challenge from Hot by BlogHer .

The first day just about killed me.  I do my workouts upstairs in the game room, and coming downstairs?  Well that was a problem.  Amazingly I continued the my quest, and only took only one day off (after spending all day on the soccer fields Saturday).   Now I’m finding that coming downstairs is not a problem.  I can almost do every move of the workout without stopping, and I’m thinking I’m just a few days away from moving up to the second level.

And my weight?  Well…I’ve gained.  I always seem to gain whenever I start a new workout.  Always.

Of course this time might have to do with the 8 million cupcakes I had left after my husband’s birthday last Thursday.  Perhaps.

OK.  I know. I know!

Shut it.

This week, because the cupcakes are finally gone, I’ve decided to work on Diet part of my Hot by BlogHer quest.  And on top of my 64-ounces of water I’m supposed to drink a day, I’m going to give up my diet pop.  I think it may be a struggle on the pop front, but it’s only a week…right?

Right?

Right?

Here’s where you offer support…

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Apr 04 2009

Psych

Published by kellyology under Da Boy, Da Husband, Sigh Edit This

Last week my husband was out of town on business.  And other than not being able to sleep because apparently I’ve been married so long that I need to listen to fog horn all night long to sleep well, the week went pretty well.  Well that is until I got the e-mail from the soccer coach telling me that soccer practice was over when it got dark.

When it got dark?

What does that mean?

OK, OK.  I’m not totally ignorant.  I know what it means.

It means from the time dusk hits until the coaches arbitrarily decides to call practice.  It means that I get to drag my daughter who’s in her jammies to the car and sit staring at an almost empty field watching the coaches have some stupid conversation about beer while the kids run their final drills.  It means that rather than getting some work done so that I can rest when the kids go to bed, I can sit at the soccer field until it is soccer coach dark.

Really Kelly, tell us how you feel.

So, I call my husband and ask for the soccer coach who lives near us phone number.  I figure since he’s already there and is friends with my husband, he wouldn’t mind bringing my kid home from practice.

Then I’m surprised by a generous offer from my husband, “Would you like me to call him for you?”

Wait.  Is this a trick?  And not being able to think of a reason why it would be a bad idea to let my husband make the phone call to his friend I said, “OK.  Sure!  You call him.  Thanks man.  That will be a big help.”

So an hour later I get a call from Da Husband, and this is what he says.

“My friend is not going to be at practice because he has to work.  So he called his wife, and she said she’d be happy to bring Soccer Dude home.”

What?

OK.

Am I the only one who sees what’s wrong with this statement?

So I say to him, “What’s the difference between me sitting at the soccer fields waiting for soccer practice to be over and your friend’s wife sitting at the soccer field waiting for soccer practice to be over?”

And he replies, “Hey!  If you don’t like the way I do things, you should do them yourself.”

And there it is…the trick.

You see, he’s right.

He’s absolutely right.

He is absolutely frickin’ right.

**sigh**

Generous offer from the husband…psych!

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Apr 03 2009

Tweet! It’s Friday

So I thought that all my tweets this week would focus on the hell that is the commitment I’ve made to complete Jillian Michael’s 30 day shred .  But apparently my crippling soreness wasn’t the only thing that I was talking about.  Though I have to say, I did enjoy my new #shredheads friends.

So without further ado…

Tweet!  It’s Friday

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  • It is probably beneficial to the children that I found their drawings on my car’s seats while they’re at school.
  • From the daughter this weekend while eating pizza with bacon on it, “This tastes just like breakfast bacon!”
  • I love my Twitter friends! Especially the one’s that help my confidence by convincing me that my perfect friends are in actuality defective.
  • Who is the butt who put the Fiber One cereal bars box back on the shelf…empty?
  • Who are all these people going on runs for fun?If God wanted us to run to exhaustion, he wouldn’t have invented the nice comfortable walk.
  • My 7yo just called my 9yo a wienie, and I burst out laughing. parenting #fail
  • Just did day 1 of the the 30 day shred. Note to beginners…if you workout upstairs, coming down is a problem. #shredheads #hotbyblogher
  • I think if I have to sit and rest for 30 minutes after working out for only 20 minutes, there might be a problem. #shredheads #hotbyblogher
  • What’s the matter? Da Boy, “I’m stressed out.” Why are you stressed out? “Because I have to clean my room.” Hello Drama. Thy name is Da Boy.
  • Have you ever wanted to smack people who tell you repeatedly how blessed they are & say to them, “Snap out of it!”?
  • Da Boy, “Can we get a hot tub? It’s thousands less!”
  • Da Girl, “You’re older than Daddy? Then why is he taller? That’s weird.”
  • Husband loves his new coat. But still he refuses to give up is ugly company logo jacket from a company he worked for 2 jobs ago. #fail
  • If you see an awesome glow in tonight’s Okie sky, that will be the ginormous bonfire of Big D’s company logo clothing items. Join me wives?
  • I would like to say I’m off to answer the gentle call in my head of Jillian’s workout CD, but it’s more like a berating shriek. #shredheads

So that’s was my week.  So how about you?  Remember the rules.  I post, you read.  You post, I read.  Join me!

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