Happy Birthday

It's also my awesome husband's birthday!! Happy Birthday! I Love you with all my heart and I wish we could spend this day together.

Now, with that being said...
I'm not going to go into how old I am. That's just not lady-like (or some shit like that).

So, what do I want to post about on my birthday?

Do I want to do picture post like I do with the kids?

Ehh...not really.



I had mentioned to my brother some time back about some stories that Miah had written.
I decided to get off of my lazy ass, post them and get them stored away before something happens to them.


Here's the deal, Miah doesn't like to be in the spotlight. She pretty much keeps to herself. She's kind of quiet (unless she's in a funny mood).
So when I went to her class during open house and saw stories she had written, on the wall, I was amazed at how her personality is on paper.

These are a couple of stories she has written that included my brother Bobby. It's the same story but a variation of each other. I guess she was trying to get it right. I don't know which was written first so they are just up in the order I found them.

Here's Story #1




Here's Story #2

See what I mean?

I asked her to write me stories so that I can put them up here and you know what she tells me?

"I don't like to write."

I had to stand there for a minute with my mouth open just looking at her in disbelief.

I said, "What? What do you mean? Have you read your stories?"

Well...duh.

I managed to work it out with her teacher so that she will save all the stories for me. I'm gonna post some more in the future.

For now, you guys have a good one, I'm gonna go and enjoy my piece and quiet on my birthday.

....until I have to go to work.

COME AND PLAY!!

Seeing as I now have MOM and DAD back home AND my mood is much better...I have a little game for you guys.

It's called:

YOU BE THE JUDGE!!!

How do you play?? You ask??

Well, I will show you a picture and you tell me what you think it is...


Simple enough, right?


Cool.


Let the game begin...

Some of you are familiar with this picture, Some of you...not.

This is a baby picture of my brother. HE claims that my mom says it's "Chocolate".

I told him that I think Mom didn't want people to know she was raising her boy to "sling poo."

YOU BE THE JUDGE!!

I just wanted to bring back some memories...JUST LIKE THESE! (<---click)

IF there a class to teach someone how NOT to lose their debit card?

I would definitely sign Angel up for one!

A couple of days ago, Angel lost his Debit card.
It disappeared like magic, right before our very eyes.

Okay, so it didn't vanish into thin air but we don't know what the hell Angel did with it.

He had it with him in his truck and we were all with him. We went through one of those drive through stores and bought a few drinks for us and the kids, then we never saw it again.

YES, we did go back and check the store.

YES, we did search the whole truck (and cleaned it in the process).

YES, Angel was subjected to a cavity search.

Well, there wasn't actually a cavity search but if you were to get one every time you lose a wallet or debit card or checkbook, then I bet he's lose his habit of losing things....QUICK!

I don't know how many time's he's lost his wallet.

Just gone.

So, who had to call the bank and say they were Angel (because we have separate bank accounts, it's a good thing the name works both ways) and give all of Angel's bank account info and order a new card for him.

Miah!

No, just kidding.

ME!

We have separate bank accounts for this very reason. I'm afraid because of the many times Angel has lost his card/wallet. I can't afford for anyone to just take it all away. I rarely/hardly ever/never lose my wallet.

I keep mostly all of the money in my account.

I also keep the checkbook.

Don't worry, I would never leave my husband and take all of the money.
Wouldn't dream of taking all of the tens of hundreds of dollars that we have.

Anyway, this happened on Saturday. We are still waiting for the new card to come in.

Trust me. No one is waiting more anxiously than I am.

Then...he asked me if he could use my card or keep the checkbook.

My heart almost stopped.

I could feel my body getting cold.

My skin tightened.

My mouth got dry and it was hard to swallow.

OMG. What do I do?

I can't tell him "NO" because, well, he makes some of the money too.

I KNOW!

CASH!

I can give him cash and he will be happy like a child and forget about MY card and the checkbook.

What?! What do you mean, "you need more money than that"? All you need is $20.

Here, take the checkbook, then.

Huh?! What?! You don't like to write checks? But you asked for the checkbook!!

My card? Really? Do you really need my card?
Oh...um...okay, what are you going to get? What are you going to do? Please don't hurt it.

So, I had to lend him my card.
As I was handing it over, I kept thinking...NO, don't do it!!! HOLD....ON....TIGHT!

Let me tell you, I was sweating it for a long time. All day.

Then he came home from his outing and I forgot to ask him about the card and then next day came and he went to work.

That's when I realized I forgot to get my card back from him and I was driving around in my work car.

I have needed an oil change for a looooong time and I've been putting it off. Finally, I thought I felt the car sputter a little bit and I was starting to freak out because I didn't want the engine to lock up on me on the highway.

I pulled into the first oil changing station I came across and they took the car and got to work.

Now with my company, I pay for any repairs the car needs (any minor repairs that I can afford like gas, wipers and oil changes) and they reimburse me.

So, I'm sitting in the waiting room and I start thinking about how much it's going to be and then I started thinking about getting my card.

Uh....I don't have my card.

Slight panic.

It's OK.
I have the checkbook.
Damn!
The checkbook isn't even in MY name. (separate accounts and I don't want checks) I don't think they will accept it.

I ask them anyway and they said, "Doesn't your company have a FLEET account with us?"

FLEET account??? What's that?

DUH!

They check, and my company does.

AWESOME!!

I didn't have to pay a damn thing!
I'm going back on Thursday because they said my transmission fluid needs changing.
Whateva!! Just put it on the Fleet account!!

Let me just say. I got home after work and snatched my card back from Angel. He's going to have to just wait it out for his. I can't be put in these predicaments.

---------------------------------------------------------------

I took my parents to the bus station yesterday morning so that they could ride the bus aaaaaaaalllllllllll the way to New York to go visit my bro and my SIL for a month.


I feel bad because I missed a call from them (they don't have a cell phone) but my mom left me a message this morning at almost 8 A.M. saying they were in Montgomery, Alabama and that they are doing fine.

ALSO!!!

As I was checking those messages.........

I got a voicemail from my brother. I don't think he meant to leave me a voicemail but you know those new Iphones....touchscreen and all....

Yeah, bro.

*tsk. tsk. tsk.*

Quit talking on the phone while driving...or was it because you were in the HOV* lane....solo?
hmmmmmm....
Sounded like no amount of apologizing was going to make that officer happy!!!





*HE CALLED AND CORRECTED ME BECAUSE I HAD ORIGINALLY PUT "EXPRESS" LANE.

Just doin stuff...UPDATE!!!

Sunday Miah and I had the whole morning and most of the afternoon to ourselves. We decided to watch movies and have junk food.

YES, as you can see PICKLES and POPCORN were included.


This time, since it was just Miah and I, she got to pick the movie.

We watched BEDTIME STORIES. It was really cute.


Then I started thinking about the times we've watched movies with the kids and she wrote her assignment on THIS.

I'm telling you man...Angel and I should have known better...hee hee.


As you can see...she's OK....we think.


NOW...


Just Monday morning, I found myself flat-ironing my son's hair.





What?





Yes, I said flat-ironing.




Let me tell you, its a far cry from flat-ironing my daughter's hair. I told him already not to be standing around my bed with a flat-iron in his hand like Miah does when she wants me to do her hair. She just stands there and stares at me. I like to pretend she isn't there but she will stand there....for-ev-er.

The two of them..standing there...looking at me...while I nap.



I don't think I can handle that.



ALSO...I agreed to let him buy some gel called...Lightening Gel. It was supposed to gradually bleach his hair and he could wear it like gel as it works.



Unfortunately......


It worked.

He showed me and I was a little bit tripped out.

He doesn't look like my boy anymore.

I'm eagerly waiting to put that purple color back into his hair because it would at least look closer like the black it used to be (I hope).

These are the pics I took of him with his hair flat-ironed and light brown (doo-doo brown).

This second pic I told him to take off his glasses but it now makes him look like an Anime character without them.

Ladies and Gentlemen...These are my children.

UPDATE!!!

Dom took his math TAKS test and got a commended performance on it so as his "reward" I am allowing him to use that dang gel to bleach his hair as light as he can get it over the weekend so that we can dye it purple.

See...it's win-win!!

----------------------------------------------------------------

This morning, my brother called me (and woke me up like 5 minutes before my alarm was set to go off and wake me up like it's supposed to do, I never get to wake up like regular people) to tell me that he's really liking Facebook and that I need to get my SIL started blogging.

I'm trying to start her and I know she wants to start so.......Get Started ALREADY!!!
(SIL...call me later so we can get you started!!!)

We started talking about Devyn and his future baseball career and I told him that he next sport up for the kids is TRACK and that Devyn wants to run but Miah wants to do the field events (shot-put, discus).

He then started to point out that all the women who do the throwing events are, well..."big".

I chose the word..."strong"...but who am I kidding?

Those chicks are HUGE.

He said they are the Ingas and the Helgas of Sweden.

I'm sure we could probably sneak in a few running events for her.
-----------------------------------------------------------------

Now, last thing.....

I know you guys have heard me complaining about how I have 1 patient and that my days were easy...etc.

Soooo....my company called me on Monday night to ask me about a presentation that I was supposed to be doing on Tuesday on Fall Risk Assessment. I thought the presentation was going to be on Wednesday.....oops.
Needless to say..I was unprepared....but that's not the point.

Then they mentioned that they noticed that my caseload was kind of "light".
Well, yeah...cause it's Tuesday and I just so happen to have 0 patients today.

Not good.

Well, they took it upon themselves to kill my groove...(and yes, by groove..I mean nap times) to put me to work and make sure I have something to do until 5 pm everyday.
They are, after all, paying me.

I did manage to get away for about a week and a half with minimal work but now, I'm a laborer and it's killing me.

They took so long getting me started that the first day I was just wandering the halls. I was sooo bored. That on top of me not taking my meds anymore was HELL. I left work that day at around 3:45 cause I was dying.

Office work isn't my style. I need to be running the streets!

I will be able to get back to that hopefully before the week is over. I'm getting more patients in now so I should be kept pretty busy....OUT OF THE OFFICE!!

Anyway, HONKEIE2????? ARE YOU BACK YET???
Quit stalling and let us know how your time off went!
Also, I think I received your gift in the mail but I have to pick it up from the post office!

That's it for now.

SIL....get started!!!

Let the games BEGIN!!!

When Dom was in the hospital, I decided it was the best time to start reading again.

I've had this book FOREVER.

It's really good and I'm about halfway through but my rugrats and the maker of the rugrats won't let me have a minute to myself to finish it.

If you get a chance...check it out.

A million little pieces by James Frey

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I was thinking about (and becoming more and more excited about) my brother and SIL coming next month and then I started thinking about the new memories we could all make together.

As I said before, it's been a long time since my brother, my sister and I have all been in the same place at the same time.

I started to think about the games we used to play.

It brought me back to THIS POST.

See Bobby!

We can still play BITES!!

I know we are much bigger now but..so are the dogs. AND...BONUS!!!

I have 2 dogs!!

Just look at that innocent face!!

The dogs just love to play!!
See how well they play together.

SOOOO...we can re-live some memories!!

P.S. I have bigger sheets so you can play and we can actually pull you around this time!!

YOU FIRST!!!

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

Today one of my patients offered me lunch....and I ate it!!!

MMMMM..it was good, too!!!

Chicken tacos!!

Want some??

That's it for now, I'm still tired and am still recovering.

I am sitting here with all of the kids around me yapping around my ears.....WHY?!?

Need..to......breathe....

Oh Man...

These past few weeks have been crazy for me.


Dealing with Dom and his bladder infection.
Taking all of the kids to the Doctor's office.
Getting meds for Dom.
Taking Miah, Dom and Angel to get new glasses.
Taking Angel to the Consultation.
Taking Angel to the Surgery.
Everyday (except Sat. and Sun.) working .

It was inevitable.

I was going to burn out.

I don't think I have any more fuel left in me.

On Monday, I knew I only had a few patients this week on each day so I would be able to handle taking care of Angel during his recovery.
He's doing a little better..I think.
He hasn't actually gotten up to see anything so I can only guess.
The light hurts his eyes so he stays in bed...in the dark...all day. Vampirish.


Don't worry.

Tomorrow we aren't playing the same game.
Gonna have to get him up to make him start doing something or he won't be going back to work on Monday.


Also...my office decided I wasn't doing enough or something and gave me 5 new patients (for this week). Some are repeat patients who just needed to be reassessed by the Physical Therapist before they can continue therapy and others are Brand Spankin new to me.

This means that I have to meet new people AND find out where they live.
I don't mind once I've been there then I can just go right there and not have to find them.
They have to get adjusted to me and my horrible Spanish.


Also, since Angel can't see and has taken to the Vampire lifestyle, I have to take Devyn to baseball practice alone.
Ooohhhh..I know, I know...All I do is sit there and wait for it to be over but I'm tired too.

I can't sleep at night because Angel moves a lot (Click here. It should explain why) and I worry about him crying out in pain (he hasn't yet, but I'm still worried).
Around 5 am is when I've been getting up because of the fact that I worry. I don't get to fall sleep until late for the same reason.
I drive around all day worrying because Angel is home alone and he can't see and he may be in pain. So I want to call him but I don't want to wake him in case he's sleeping comfortably and pain free. Then I will just cause pain if I call him...

So I come home from wherever I am and check on him......he's always sleeping.
No need to worry.


Between Doctor office visits, Dom's bladder infection/recovery, Angel's surgery/recovery, new patients, Devyn's baseball practices, lack of sleep and worrying all the time...





What else can I do?

This is my life.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
On a more motivating note.....

My brother and sister-in-law WILL be coming next month.

It's going to be AWESOME!!

I was really pushing for his visit as soon as he mentioned it because I know it's probably going to be the only time ALL THREE of my parent's offspring will be in the same place at the same time....IN A LONG TIME.

MY WHOLE FAMILY WILL BE HERE!!

I've gone with my children to NY to visit a few times but rarely have we gotten together with our younger sister who lives near me.

This also includes my 3 children, my sister's 3 children and my brother's 2 children.
My parents are going to be in grandparent heaven.
AND...THEY BETTER LOVE IT!!

BUT WAIT...THERE'S MORE!!!

April is a very busy month for us.
April 3rd is my 10 year Anniversary.
April 4th is Dom's birthday.
April 11th is my parent's Anniversary.
April 14th is my niece's birthday AND my brother and sister-in-law's Anniversary.

There is no better month to get together. (unless you count November and December..hee hee).

They will be arriving April 8th.
Once I can figure out how to do it...I will put a countdown on the blog...just for them.

P.S. If anyone knows how to do it...make one with skulls for me and send me the code...THANKS!!

Tomorrow..Surgery.

Geez!

I know, I know....

I'm stringing you guys along with this surgery thing. We all just want Angel to get it over with and SEE already!!!

RIGHT?!?!

Well, get this. He came to me the other night (while he was drinking) and was talking like he wanted to back out of this appointment and do it some other time.

LIKE WHEN???

When your eyes are completely damaged from the contacts rendering you "no longer eligible" for the surgery?

Sorry Charlie!!

It's happening on Tuesday and that's that!

Now, I will let you know how it all goes...tomorrow.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Dom is feeling better.

He was having some more pain from the bladder infection and I was feeling a little helpless because it was Sunday morning. The ibuprofen we have doesn't help with the pain. The Doctor had prescribed 6 pills specifically for this bladder pain but that was earlier in the week and Dom had already run out.

What the heck was I going to do??

I guess out of habit I called the Doctor's office and he answered.

YES! HE!!

The Doctor himself!

Dom talked to him and then I talked to him and he faxed over a prescription for the pain meds to a local pharmacy and Dom got his pain meds.

Just. Like. That.

It was Awesome!

My Pediatrician Rocks!!

Does yours?
---------------------------------------------------------------------
I just got off the phone with my Sister-In-Law in New York. We always have a good time on the phone. We are always cracking up about something.

My brother had told us some time back that he was going to be planning a trip here in April because they were going to be scouting for a place to live.

YAY!!

And THEN...he calls a few weeks later and says that he may not be able to come because he has so much to do.

BOO!

BOY! You betta brang yo ass down here to Texas and visit yo family!!!

Ain't nobody playin wichyu!!

Besides, you gotta come and see my babies! They are nothing like your dog, Zoe!

Zoe is a PUSSY.
Zoe is Scooby Doo!
My cat Tattoo is tougher than that chump. Check out Tattoo...

I can guarantee that MY DOGS won't be letting no cat dunk their heads in the pool in the middle of the night and go running into MY ARMS.

I've seen that dog in action.

SHE'S FAST!

She runs away very fast.

Check out Dom's blog. He posted an appropriate picture for you!!!
That's the beat-down my cat will give your dog right there brotha!

So you better start buying those tickets!!

You don't want to get me started on Jade!!
(Do you puree her cat food now? Cause we all know she ain't got no teeth!)