Yeah, So?

My blog has been mocking me for not posting in so long.  Don’t you do it, too.

But I will share this.  My little blog post titled “Stomp”, where Paige was standing on two coffee cans, has a whopping 1,626 views.  I can only imagine how disappointed those people were with what they saw when they clicked on that link in their search engine.  Here are the top searches of people who made it to my blog (I do so love all the WordPress tools!):  stomp,  “stomp”,  donias,  donia for glass,  how to pronounce donia

Enjoy, because that’s all you’re getting for right now.

Haiku

I came across the site of a mom who sounds a lot like me, and she’s have a haiku writing contest. So here’s my entry. It surprised me how many emotions it dredged up trying to write it – trying to write just a few words about anything (I chose mothering).

Three kiddos of mine.
Where is all the time going?
Slow down; no, speed up!

Stomp

A possible future career in Stomp? I hope not. That would hurt my delicate ears.

Busy

I’ve been busy lately keeping up with the kids in the daytime and doing lots of work (part-time web design job) in the evenings. Here is one event that I felt should be documented:

Quinn, on his way out of a room, said (and I’ll write it out the way he pronounced it so you can get the full effect): “I’ll be back faster than you can say jig-a-ling jig-a-ling bellies!”  I can’t imagine where he would have gotten the idea that bellies are jiggly! (she says backing away from the M&Ms)  Sigh.  It was hilarious, and though my belly does a lot of jiggling, I don’t think he was referring to me.

More Name-Calling

Quinn, who loves to experiment with words, was doing some rhyming yesterday. He started calling me “Missy”, which we generally reserve for the girls when there is bad behavior. So perhaps I was in some trouble. He apparently needed to find a rhyme for that, so he happily settled on “Missy Pissy”. He doesn’t really know what piss or pissy means, so I didn’t reprimand him too much, but it really got me to thinking. Missy Pissy seems to suit me quite splendidly as a nickname. I feel rather pissy most of the time.

Projects

I have a long list of things I would like to get done while Paige is napping, and blogging is not on that list. Oh well.

My torn hamstring made a very quick recovery last week. Seth helped out a lot around the house, and I was able to take it easy just to make sure everything was nice and healed. Several items I had ordered for little projects around the house all arrived last week, so I was itching to do all those projects. So I did.

  • I took the mirror from our downstairs bathroom to the glass store to have them trim off the bottom inch of it where the foil has peeled off the back. I dropped it off, went to Wal-Mart, and picked it up on my way home. The reason I had to go to the glass store was to pick up the new trim piece for our shower door. (But that will get its own bullet.) I knew I was going to have to fill in the holes from the existing brackets, paint, and install new brackets, but it ended up being a bit more of a process than I expected. I also had to paint over some mildew on the wall where the mirror was, and buy some double-sided foam tape to mount it back up with. And having a mirror just sitting around the house doesn’t make me comfortable. So I got all that done as quickly as I could, working on it Saturday night and Sunday morning.
  • The light fixture I special ordered from Home Depot arrived (earlier than expected), so I was able to pick that up and buy the miscellaneous stuff needed for the mirror project all at the same time. It took a good hour on Sunday afternoon to install it. It’s a (very plain) chandelier to replace the brass monstrosity in our “office”, which is really the formal dining room of the house. There is a lot of trimming of wires and bending of links to contend with. Once it was up, I asked Seth if I should zip-strip it up higher. We had done that to our previous one so we didn’t knock our heads on it all the time. He said to leave it and see how it went. On Monday, Paige fell off her chair at the kitchen table, and I stood up from the computer really fast to go get her. I clanged my head on the pointy end of the chandelier. Then a little while later I stood up again and ran right into it. Time to zip-strip it up, so I did. If you’re taller than about 6′, you might clang your head on it. Just warning you.
  • The new blinds for the playroom (which is actually the living room of the house) arrived last week, also. The existing pleated shades would not lower very easily. Guests (family members who used to be forced to sleep in that room) were getting irate. I was fed up with them, but kept putting off buying them for some reason. Sunday evening I took down the old pleated shades and put up the new faux wood 2″ blinds. They’re fancy because they’re called “faux” instead of “fakey”. But I like them, and unless you walk up and start bending them, you can’t tell they are fake (or faux, for that matter). The cords are really long, though, so I have to make yet another trip to a hardware store to install some cord winders on the window molding. I do so love to drill.
  • I am still in the process of putting up the new shower trim piece. I removed the old one this morning and still have more scraping of old caulk to do. I have done an awful lot of work on that shower. It had mildew problems at the top (where there isn’t any tile), so a few years ago I put 3 coats of Kilz primer and 3 coats of mildew-proof paint on that area. No more mildew! The previous owners had been a little caulk happy, and that caulk was a little mildew happy, so I had to get scrape happy and take it all off. I have also removed and re-installed the shower door, but for the life of me I can’t remember why I did that. It probably involved mildew. Doesn’t everything? Remind me to tell you about the black blob… oh, you don’t want to know.

And funnily enough, my hamstring has started hurting again. Perhaps I need a little bit more rest? I just can’t sit still, though.

Mama, you’re a hor

True, these words we’re uttered to me last week. School ended up being canceled on Thursday AND Friday of last week (and yes, there was no school Monday for MLK day, so we had quite an unwelcome long weekend). On Friday, I took the kids to the Y to play in the gym. We took tennis rackets, tennis balls, and basketballs. They had a great time. Kate and I played “Horse” for a while (though Seth tells me I didn’t play it right; I’ll call my version “Speed Horse”). I was doing very badly. I quickly got an H, and then an H-O. At this point, she said, “Mama, you’re a ho!” And then, as I’ve given away by the title of this post, I got an R and she said, “Mama, you’re a hor!”

Ah, good times.

Bummer for me


I stood up from a chair yesterday, only to fall right back in it when I found that trying to put weight on my right leg hurt. A lot. I waited a few minutes and tried again – tried harder to walk – and collapsed back into the chair in even more pain. After several more tries, I realized it wasn’t going to go away. At that point, I went into planning mode and determined what the course of action would be when Seth got home from work. Load up the kids, drop me off at urgent care, they go home to eat dinner and not wreak havoc on the urgent care facility (and me), call and get picked up by Seth when done. While waiting for him to come home, I rolled around the house on my office chair – checking dinner in the oven, etc.

Turns out I have torn my hamstring where it enters my knee. Hopefully resting will cure it, and I really am going to try to rest. I feel sheepish having to ask for so much help, and just sitting like a lump when I *could* actually get up and do something. Being active probably would delay my recovery, though. Even though Seth demonstrated for me how one could go up the stairs with crutches (yeah, it’s easy if the crutches are set 6″ shorter than you need them!), I ended up going up the stairs backwards, sliding up one step at a time on my butt. This morning, after a nice rest, I was able to hobble down them one at a time. I’ve been limping around not using the crutches this morning since there wasn’t pain doing that (if I straighten my leg there is immense pain), but now it’s even starting to hurt just limping. So, back I go on the crutches, and my butt is going to be parked in this office chair most of the day again. I have to call someone to ask them to take Quinn to kindergarten. I think I could drive, but Seth says that is not a good idea. The rug near the door out to the garage is knee deep in sand/salt/grime from the roads, and I’ve pondered vacuuming. I think I could vacuum on crutches, but I can’t figure out how to get the vacuum from upstairs.

So, I need a few days to recover, and if it doesn’t feel better by Monday, I have to go to my regular doctor. Not sure what would happen then. Brace? Rehab? Surgery?

In hindsight, perhaps I should have seen it coming. I used my elliptical machine a whopping two times last week, and my knee (well, sort of the side/back area near my knee but not the knee itself) hurt both times. But it felt better as soon as I was done exercising. Monday of this week I used the elliptical again, but my knee didn’t hurt at all. Though thinking back, I do recall now that I was watching a movie (Ocean’s 12) while exercising, and during a quiet part of the movie, I found it strange that there was a clicking noise. It seemed out of place. Ah, I realized it was my knee making that noise. Strange, but I’m no stranger to aches and pains while I exercise. It didn’t all add up to anything significant. At least in my mind. My hamstring apparently felt different about the situation.

So, the moral of the story is that exercise causes nothing but pain and heartache, and you should avoid it at all costs. A corollary moral is that crutches make your armpits hurt. Also, the rubber/plastic part of crutches stink. And by combining the two, you see that crutches make your armpits stink, also.

P.S. I’m wondering if the new president had anything to do with this, or a political activist that was offended by my post from yesterday. So far, the change I have seen in my life with a new president has not been the good kind!

New President

*Yawn*

I’m sorry, I just don’t get into politics.

Ah, good times

Very, very cold. High of -8 today! And the worst part is school is canceled. I still haven’t recovered from Christmas vacation!

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