Thursday, April 22, 2010

Hellooo? Is there anybody out there?

Hi everyone!  No, nothing new to report about the kiddos since I posted my last post a few hours ago.

I just wanted to say "Hi."  And let you all know that there's a handy dandy little "Comment" link at the bottom of each of each post.

Feel free to use it often since sometimes I feel like I'm talking to myself (I know I'm not really *talking* per se, the kids haven't given me that final big push over the edge yet!) and I would really like to hear from those of you who read this blog... all 6* of you. 

*I came up with the number based on the number of people who have told me "I read your blog" and yep, 6.  Maybe 8 if I really stretch and count John and my dad who I know probably don't read the blog but might count since John's lived it and Dad probably hears it from mom so in a really far out way... I'll count them in!  In which case, maybe I could count Uncle and Grandpa too!  Hey!  I've just upped my readership to a whopping 10 people!

But I won't know who's reading unless you comment.  *sigh*  *sad eyes*

Who'll be first?!

Oh, and if you don't know how to comment, here's the scoop: Go to the bottom of the post and click on the Comment link.  Usually there will be a number indicating how many comments I've received on any given post.  Here's a hint.  It's usually at 0. 


Write your comment extolling my witty writing and ability to see the humor in many... MANY things, along with my keen fashion sense...

              What?  Oh, okay, forget that last part. 

Then click Select Profile from the drop down list.  Choose Anonymous unless you have any of the other accounts. 

Click Post Comment and TA DA!  Everyone knows how you feel! 

It's *almost* as great as getting your own blog and being able to ramble on for however long you feel like rambling on for about whatever strikes your fancy at the moment!

Oh, but if you ever DID get a blog so you could ramble too, I would for sure comment.  Lots.  Almost incessantly.  Till you asked me to quit.  (Jenny and Mike, that's going to start up any day now so if you want to be proactive, you know, to stop the incessant commenting BEFORE I start up, well, now would be the time.)

I'm glad you read my stuff is what I'm trying to say and I just want to know what stuff you read that strikes your fancy so I can put more fancy-striking stuff out there.  I mean, I'll still post lots of stuff that strikes my fancy, it is my blog after all (see above about getting your own blog), but I'll throw in other stuff too.  Like pictures.  I added more of those after Candy mentioned it.  See!  Already improvment.

Anyway, thanks for reading.  I'll have to come up with a giveaway eventually... Jenny had a great one awhile back... Something for me to think about!

Arg Matey. I'm a pirate now.

I just had not one, but TWO crowns put on.  Luckily they are in the back but still there they are.

I got home on Tuesday (the day I had them put in) and showed everyone how mommy spent $800 on me me me!  Everyone was thrilled.  (Not really.  But they did the obligatory "ooh-ing" and "ahhh-ing" over my new gold teeth and that's all anyone can ever hope for.)

I told Katie that these make me a pirate. 

I threw around some of the lingo (arg, matey, shiver-me-timbers) but I don't know if she's too impressed.

But just wait till Jake learns about pirates... He's going to think I'm so cool...

Pn EWWWW monia

Jake's been coughing for a long time.  A really long time... I mean, ever since our trip to Texas in February.  He recently started coughing a lot more and at night so on Monday night I took him and Katie to urgent care.  Why Katie?  I dunno.  Seemed like an okay idea at the time.  I wanted to spend time with her and the whole evening would have been a wash if she had stayed home so off we all went.

Didn't wait too long.  Spent the time watching Jake walk around and talking about what the numbers/letters on the wall sighs were.  Jake didn't like the weigh in, or the ear check, or the breathing thing.

Or the X-RAY.

Yep, that's right.  He had to have a baby x-ray.  The doc thought it might be bronchitis so he was going to treat for that and in between the "blah, blah, blah"s I heard "it might be pneumonia but we won't know for sure."  And I asked how we could know for sure (because that's something I *might* want to know!) and he said we would need to do an x-ray.  So I told him we were up for it and he said I should talk to the lab tech.  Led us over there and left us to wait.  Till Katie had to go potty.  So we take care of that business and get back to find the tech ready for us. 

Oh, and it's lab tech week according to the small poster taped to the desk.  Us admins only get one day... something's just not right about that!


So we go to the room and put our stuff down and the tech explains that Jake has to sit in this tube with his arms above his head and Katie will have to go behind the wall with the tech and I will have to wear a huge apron thing while standing next to Jake.

So we try to get Jacob into the tube.  Ever try to get a cat into a bath?  That's what it looked like.  His feet and hands were rooted to the sides of the thing and we would get one hand off and try for the other and the first hand would grab on again.  Not fun for anyone.  Finally get him settled and the tech tightens the tube and Jake looks so comfortable...  (not really, just trying to see if you're paying attention!) I mean the opposite of comfortable, even though it doesn't look like it hurts.  We get the first slide down and the tech comes in and swivels the chair so he can get a side view and then we're finished.  I do notice that my fillings are a little painful but chalk that up to my imagination.

Back to the room we go to wait.

The doc comes back and shows me the white film on Jake's left side in the film and it's so clear that even my untrained eye can see something's not right.

Doc prescribes medicine.  We go home.  Daddy picks the stuff up.  Jake gets his dose on Tuesday.  Feels better already.  Whew!

I'm supposed to bring him back on Monday.  Another co-pay.  *sigh*