Archive | September, 2012

Fish Friday

21 Sep

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Oscar, my office betta, is certainly glad it’s Friday. Can’t you see the joy in his eyes? The excitement eeking out of his every fin?

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On the hook

20 Sep

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On the hook this week….a Post & Shells scarf.  This one I may have to keep for myself.

*** Post Update ***

This pattern worked up beautifully!  I used Caron Simply Soft, which gave it wonderful drape.

Conspiracy

20 Sep

The universe has conspired against me today to turn me into one sexy mofo.  That’s right.  My aversion to laundry over the past two weeks has led to an almost bare closet.  The only things hanging in there right now are dresses.  These are the ones that are a tad bit too short but still occasionally see the light of day when I’m feeling frisky.  (Or when I have a complete lack of options.)

My underwear draw isn’t looking much better.  It currently consists of socks featuring an array of barn animals and the sexy underwear your are always left with when you haven’t washed clothes in a while.

Lastly, I cannot for the life of me find my dress flats.  These shoes are my favorite work shoes because they are simultaneously dressy and comfortable.  And as everyone well knows, these are hard shoes to find.  This morning my favorites seem to have been kidnapped by dust bunnies because they were no where to be found.  Thus I was left with the only other pair of shoes that look decent with said short dress: heels.  Oh, these babies are gorgeous but almost impossible for me to walk in.  Whenever worn, I try my best to strike a daring pose as often as possible and only actually walk when absolutely necessary.  Because once I try to walk in these things, it becomes apparent that I haven’t had much practice.

Actually, I’ve had a lot of practice.  I like to think of myself as “unteachable” in this area.  Like those people who sink in water instead of floating.  Swimming is out of the question for them and wearing heels is generally out of the question for me.

So, today I am going to be damned sexy if not slightly clumsy.

You’re welcome.

Tonsillectomy

6 Sep

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We all woke up early this morning to get to the Hospital on time for Fisher’s Tonsillectomy.  (As in, we left the house at 5:30AM)  Waking up a child at 7AM for school is hard enough, just imagine how things went this morning!
Over the past two years Fisher has suffered from a constant string of throat infections including several bouts of Strep.  Eventually his tonsils had been infected so many times that they would no longer shrink back down once he was well.  Thus he’s been walking around with golf ball-sized tonsils in his throat for almost a year now.  A week before school began he had yet another major infection and the doctor decided that it was time for his tonsils to come out.

Needless to say, Fisher has not been thrilled with the idea of surgery despite the promise of copious amounts of ice cream.  Fisher loves ice cream.  He will, in fact, marry ice cream when he comes of legal age and is already browsing through “Save the Date” cards.

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Once he was wheeled back to surgery, the procedure only took about fifteen minutes.  I was surprised by how quick it was, but then again, they are just tonsils.  Even if they’re ginormous, how hard can it be to cut them out?

It wasn’t long before Jordan and I were allowed back to Recovery to sit with Fisher while he woke up.  He was pitiful and adorable all at the same time.  Look at that face.  He makes me melt.

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Once he was deemed to be “awake,” he was taken to another, more exciting recovery room.  This one was stocked with apple juice and more horrible reruns of Sesame Street than one could ever ask for.  Fisher wore a constant frown and drank enough apple juice to float himself home.

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Despite the look on his face, he was actually very excited about riding in the wheel chair.  His look of disapproval here is a result of realizing that someone had given him an IV once he was put to sleep.  You should have seen the look on his face when he looked down to find a needle in his hand.  The nerve of some people!  He didn’t cry or get upset.  He was mostly just offended.  ;]

I have to take a moment to brag here.  This kid is amazing.  Not a single tear.  Not a single complaint.  He was amazingly brave and I couldn’t be more proud!

We’ll see how his recovery goes at home.  He’s always been a good patient in the past and with three different flavors of ice cream waiting for him in the freezer, I’m sure he’ll be fine.