Sunday, December 30, 2007
Yesterday afternoon, Gooey, Daddeee and I made a trip to the grocery store. I made enchiladas last night so I had to go get all the fixin's.
The first section of our store is the produce aisle. Daddeee wanted green onions to top his enchiladas. I can't stand them, even the smell grosses me out. I like onions but green onions are just different. So I made him pick out his own.
He hollers over to me and asks "what are these things next to the green onions that look like green onions on steriods?"
They were leeks. Evidently, Daddeee has never seen a leek before. He asks if I've ever had a leek before. My answer was: Only in a pipe....ba dump dump. :)
Then it began. His comic tirade centered around this question: If you go into the grocery store and put a leek in your pocket and leave, will you be arrested for "taking a leek in the store"? It continued throughout the store and then continued last night while playing cards with friends.
I have to admit, he made me laugh.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
A friend asked me the other day how I make it as a working mom. She wanted to know how I manage to take care of a house, 2 kids, a husband, and a dog yet still manage to make it to work fully dressed, hair combed with a smile on my face. To be honest, I don't know.
If I had to sum it all up, it would be like this: margaritas, therapy, a sense of humor, a good book, nights out with friends, long hot showers, denial, a good cry in the car every week or so, chocolate, and this quotation: "The days are long but the years are short."
My house is cluttered, the dishes are always drying on the counter, my car needs vacuumed out, there's a load of laundry in the washer that needs to be moved to the dryer, and my sheets only get changed once a month.
I didn't plant spring bulbs in the fall, I didn't mail Christmas cards, I haven't opened my bank statements in months, didn't rake all the leaves before the snow fell, the kids don't get bathed every day, I neither floss nor moisturize daily. And the world has not fallen off of its axis.
It's all a matter of priorities. I would much rather spend my time with my family enjoying life rather than worrying that the floor didn't get vacuumed today (I know my mom is having a small heart attack as I type this).
A wise woman once told me in order to survive you need to take time to do things that make you feel healthy, happy, sane, and human. Lock yourself in the bathroom and read a novel for 10 minutes if you feel like it. Take a half hour in the shower, all by yourself. Tell your husband you're going out to run errands when he gets home from work and have a glass of wine with a girlfriend at 7 PM on a weeknight just because. Be a little selfish, because it will recharge your batteries and make you able to endure your children with more grace and humor.
It's these small things that make it possible.
As Emeril Lagasse says, "It's not rocket science."
Sunday, December 23, 2007
One beautiful December evening Pedro and his Girlfriend Rosita were sitting by the side of the ocean. It was a romantic full moon, when Pedro said, "Hey, mamacita, let's do weeweechu."
"Oh no, not now, let's look at the moon!" said Rosita.
"Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I do weeweechu. I love you and it's the perfect time," Pedro begged.
"But I wanna just hold your hand and watch the moon." replied Rosita
"Please, corazoncito, just once, do weeweechu with me."
Rosita looked at Pedro and said, "OK, one time, we'll do weeweechu."
Pedro grabbed his guitar and they both sang.....
"Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year."
You all have such dirty minds!!!
FROM MOMMEEE, DADDEEE, BUBBA, GOOEY, AND RANGER, WEEWEECHU A MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I'm so tickled about the video I posted in my last post that I want to use it for my wordless wednesday post. I know it's not wordless but it's hilarious!
Happy WW and Happy Holidays to all my fellow WW people!
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Gooey's learning to talk with new words developing every day. Some days, the words don't develop as well as we'd like.
He's saying "sock". We are proud of his first complete sentence "I like it!".
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
...isn't very wordless today. I did want to share this video about black olives....Gooey style. He won't eat a black olive without sticking it on his finger first.
BTW, that's my mom in the video with him. Hi MOM!!!
Other than Gooey's belly showing, it's not too bad of a picture.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
I was driving home from work yesterday behind a Kia Sportage that didn't have proper working brake lights. The third brake light was working but the main ones weren't. As I'm following this person, I began to wonder if he or she knew they were having a malfunction. I know that I would have no clue if my brake lights were working or not. (Note to self: Have Bubba help me test my lights today)
So I'm following this person and my mind begins to try to think of ways of letting he or she know. I couldn't pull up beside them on the highway and holler over. That would be silly. I thought if they pulled off the highway into a gas station or someplace like that, I could pull over too and let them know. They didn't pull off the highway before it was time for me to take my exit.
But, and here's the idea part, if everyone had their cell phone number on their vehicle, I could have called and informed them of the problem, possible saved them from getting pulled over by the law.
This idea would also help people release their frustrations regarding careless drivers. If someone cuts you off, you simply call their cell phone and give them a piece of your mind, hence giving them the chance to apologize. I know I've unintentionally cut someone off in traffic (mainly because their driving in my blind spot and I just plain couldn't see them) and I wished I could have apologized for the faux pas (and also informed them they should stay out of the blind spot).
I know this isn't a fool proof plan but it's an idea, anyway.
Not to mention, single people could meet the hottie in the sports car next to them!
Sunday, December 02, 2007
This weekend we made a trip down to the in-laws house in Springfield, Missouri. Hubster insisted on driving his new Oldsmobile SUV even though our mini van has more room. The trip there wasn't too difficult. We had just enough room for the luggage in the back (you'd think we wouldn't have much for an overnight trip but by the time you include diaper bag, Bubba's laptop, the camera, a suitcase, a backpack, etc., it was full).
Coming back was another story. We brought back the kids' Christmas presents in case we don't have a chance to see the grandparents again before the holiday. We were filled to the brim.
We began reminiscing on the way back about how we ever survived in our early years with just a 2 door Chevy Cavalier.
I bought the Cavalier in 1990. It was brand new with 19 miles on it when I drove it off the lot. It was a beautiful red little sports car.
I met Hubster in late 1992 and moved his belongings in the Cavalier right before we married in 1993. Somehow we managed to move everything except his bed and tv in that little car.
A year later, we bought a 30 gallon aquarium. Once again, we managed to do the impossible by using this little car to bring home the tank and large wooden stand. We could barely move in the car and couldn't see out the back window at all but somehow managed to succeed.
Then, along came Bubba in 1995. We still managed to survive with this little 2 door car. With carseat, luggage, diaper bag, playpen, Christmas gifts, etc., we still embarked on our annual trips to Springfield. We'd make the return trip almost popping at the seams in this tiny vehicle.
Now here we are, 12 years later, still making this same trip with 2 children, more luggage, a portable dvd player, laptops and whatever miscellaneous items you can think of. We're still coming home with barely room to move your feet let alone stretch out and take a snooze.
The next time we make this too-familiar journey, I will insist on taking my mini van. It's so much nicer to be able to stretch out and actually enjoy the trip.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
You know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to one of those embarassing moments that happens but can't be helped.
Today while at work, I stopped in the ladies room to do my business. It was a busy time of the day and only one stall was open. The stalls are just like in your typical public restroom-metal doors and metal walls, each attached to the other. I took the last available stall and when I went to close the door, it slipped from my hand and slammed shut. This caused all the doors and walls to rattle and shake as if an earthquake had struck. Of course, it made a horrendous noise (because as everyone knows, everything echos in a public bathroom).
I was so embarassed.
I did my business and like any self respecting person would do, I hung out in my stall and waited until every last person had left the bathroom. Even though I knew most of the other patrons wouldn't know which door had slammed, I couldn't take the chance. I had to save face.
I'm still chuckling about how silly it was.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I’m on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I’m thinking,” Can’t you see I’m on the phone?” Obviously not. No one can see if I’m on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I’m Invisible.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more, Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I’m not a pair of hands; I’m not even a human being. I’m a clock to ask, “What time is it?” I’m a satellite guide to answer, “What number is the Disney Channel?” I’m a car to order, “Pick me up right around 5:30, please”
I was certain that these were the hands that once help books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude – but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She’s going… she’s going…. She’s gone!
One night , a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of –style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean.
My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, “I brought you this.”
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn’t exactly sure why she’d given it to me until I read her inscription: “to Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.”
In the days ahead I would read the book, And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths which I could pattern my work, no one can say who built the great cathedrals – we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for the work they would never see finished. They make great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, “Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it
And the workman replied, “Because God sees."
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, “I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you’ve done, no sequin you’ve sewn on, no cupcake you’ve baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can’t see right now what it will become
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree
When I really think about it, I don’t want my son to tell the friend he’s bringing home from college for Thanksgiving. “My mom gets up at four in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand-bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the lines from the table cloth” That would mean I’d built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add; “you’re gonna love it here”
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we’re doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
I hope you all recognize yourselves as builders of Great Cathedrals!
This was shared with my by a wonderful friend, Shanna (little_man_james) and I thought it was worth sharing with others.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
I'm pretty proud of the work that I've learned to do with pictures. I wanted to show off a few more items I've created.
If you'd like to have one of your own, email me and I'll be happy to make you one.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
I'd just like to say how much I'm thankful for those that I have in my life. I am so lucky to have my wonderful husband and my 2 boys. I'm thankful to have my mom (who's doing all the cooking today) and her husband. I have my nieces in my life and I like to think we're very close. I have both of my sisters and their sig-others.
I have many friends that I adore and am so happy to have them in my life. I also have all the wonderful people here in the internet.
I love you all and I look forward to sharing the Christmas holidays with you.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
I just can't stand......myself! I'm having the worst possible PMS that I've ever experienced. I blew up at Bubba yesterday (although, I believe he deserved it to some extent) and Dear Hubby says he doesn't want to be around me.
I don't know whether to blame it on the new brand of birth control pills the doctor put me on 2 months ago or the fact that I can't have my usual package of Ho Ho's. Giving up my PMS Ho Ho's because of being pre-diabetic has been difficult. Heck, giving up all my favorite things has been pure horror.
I've recently switched from Coke to Coke Zero. I gave up my sweet tea. I've been really watching everything I eat yet I feel like crap. And you'd think that with giving up these things, I'd have lost a pound or 2 but NOOOOOO!
It's no wonder I'm so crabby.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
We were sitting around last night talking about what new products Apple could create. Here's a few we came up with:
iGlow = a lamp
iSee = a pair of glasses
iShit = a toilet
iClean = a wash cloth
iFarted = air freshener
iBuzz = Apple's own brand of beer
iWipe = toilet paper
iSuck = a straw
iAss = butt implants for those without a rear
iStick = tape or glue
iWrite = a pen
As you can tell, a few of them are a bit "out there" but we got a good chuckle out of the entire conversation.
**I couldn't remember all of them so I'll add more as they come to mind
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
I said in my last post that I would be back with pictures from our weekend. I didn't take pictures. It poured on us the entire drive down to Warsaw. Normally, the trip takes about an hour and fifteen minutes. It took a whopping 2 and 1/2 hours! The reunion was kind of a bust this year. Barely anyone showed up. Only one of my direct uncles was there but he left early. His significant other was home with the flu (which is also where Bubba was, home with the flu).
Someone's little boy kept picking on Gooey. He'd blind-side him from no where for no reason and the child's mother wouldn't do anything about it. Funny thing is, I don't even know who his mother is. She some relative of some sort but I haven't a clue.
I have looked forward to this reunion all year especially for mom's Aunt Nadine's ghoulash. I don't know what she puts in it but it's yummy. I tried to get the recipe for it but all she would say is there is no recipe, she just puts stuff in it. Yeah right!
The bad part was that on the way home, I got a stomach ache. Not nauseous or anything like that, just my stomach hurt. It made for a miserable drive home. It was probably the ghoulash!
The best part of the entire trip was the conversations on the ride there. My sister rode with us and we had some nice chats. We chatted about things from what your poop should look like (solid in the shape of an S according to Dr Oz) and lesbian turkeys. Yes, lesbian turkeys.
There's a park near our home called the Chouteau Greenway. I pass it every day on my way home and my sister passes it on her way to work. There are 2 turkey hens that hand out on the greenway. Now, this time of year, turkeys should have babies with them. These 2 hens have no babies. We've never seen a male turkey in that area. We've come to the assumption that these are lesbian turkeys.
So, hopefully next years reunion will be better. I've talked my oldest sister into going with us so it should prove to be more entertaining. And I think I'll work on perfecting my ghoulash this year and take it so that I can outdo Aunt Nadine's since she won't share her recipe. Darn old woman!
Friday, October 12, 2007
That's probably what you're thinking since I haven't posted in a while. It's been crazy busy around here.
We went to the Louisburg Cider Festival last weekend and we have my family reunion this weekend so I'll do a big post tomorrow with pics and everything else. So once again, we're always on the go.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
I have hunter green carpeting in my living room, on my stairs and in the upstairs hallway. Whoever decided to create a carpet color like hunter green should have his right pinky cut off. It's the worst color of carpet ever to be walked on. It shows EVERYTHING!
No, I didn't choose this carpet. It was here when we moved in. I can vacuum and not 10 seconds later, there's something white showing up on it.
Well, over at FIVEMINUTESFORMOM, they're showing off the new pink Dyson. Yes, I said a pink Dyson. Not only are they showing it off, but they're giving one away. Would I like to have that Dyson? Darn tootin' I would. I should get it just because I have to put up with this darn hunter green carpet.
There's a reason why Dyson created the pink Dyson. It's to raise money for breast cancer. For every one they sell, they're donating $40 from each sale to the fight for a cure.
So if you don't already have one, go buy one. NOW! Or, if you're like me and can't afford one, hop on over to FIVEMINUTESFORMOM and sign up. To sign up, all you have to do is leave a comment and link to a post from your blog. If you don't have a blog, well I just don't know what to tell you.
BTW, thanks Jenifer over at MOMMY911 for the hook-up. Send me your photos and I'll do ya a freebie.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Or should I say, my mojo's back. I haven't posted any of my graphic work in a while because, frankly, I haven't wanted to do it. Every time I look at pictures I think to myself "Eh, I don't know what to do with that." So, I just pass it up for someone else.
Well I couldn't sleep this morning (so freakin' used to being up at 5:30am) so I sat down and low and behold, that old bug just bit me on my ass!
I made several signatures for people. I thought, since it's been a while since I've posted anything, I'll post some today.
Plus, I don't have anything else going on to blog about so this is it. No words of wisdom today. No deep thoughts. Just pictures.
Maybe I'll use some of this creativity and update my blog layout since it's been since the beginning of summer since I've changed it.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Forbes released their list today of the top 400 richest people in America. I'm not on it and I'm pissed that I'm not. Oh, the reason I'm not on it is because I don't have a billion bucks. I'm still rich though.
I have a loving husband that would go to the end of the earth for me (or a quick trip out for ice creams, should the craving arise). I have 2 of the most handsome, adorable boys ever to walk the face of the earth. Sure, they may get on my nerves once in a while but wouldn't having all that money get on your nerves occassionally, too?
Oh gee, I'm earning mega-grands in interest on my money today, what am I going to do with it? Oh well, yeah, that wouldn't be so bad. I could deal with that getting on my nerves. I deal with my children (and my husband) getting on my nerves too. I deal with it because I know just lurking around the corner is one of those special moments.
You know the moments I'm talking about. The ones where your little one comes up with a new word. Or your older child uses his imagination and comes up with some story that just tickles the heck out of your funny bone.
To me, those are the moments that make me richer than Oprah, who, by the way, isn't in the top 22. Does Oprah have a smiling 20 month old to come home to that screams "Mommy!" when she walks through the door? That little bugger melts my heart when he does that.
So, see, I should be listed on the list of richest people in America. If only they ranked it on something other than $$ wealth.
Maybe coming soon: Mommeee's List of Richest Americans.
What's your reason for being on my list?
Monday, September 10, 2007
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Daddeee and I went out yesterday afternoon to the bar where everyone knows our names. Normally, I would only drink 1 beer, if even that much. Yesterday, I had 2 beers and someone bought a round of shots, so I couldn't say no. BTW, Cactus Juice is awesome!! Anyway, I had a
We sat outside and enjoyed the weather with friends until hunger got the best of us so we all (all being Me, Daddeee, Gooey, Bubba, our neighbor and her son, my twin nieces and their friend) loaded up in a few vehicles and headed for Gates & Son's. In case you don't know, Gates is the best BBQ in the WORLD!
We had a good time and came home and watched Disturbia. Very, very good movie too!
So this morning, I woke up to a splitting headache. I figured it was a nasty hangover from Saturdays binge (yes, 4 drinks is a binge for me), so I drank a huge glass of ice water and took some tylenol. By noon, I was still in pain.
I took Gooey up to Daddeee, who was still snoozing, and handed him off so I could lie down. Well, as it turns out, it's not a hangover. I started running a fever at about 3. I spent the entire day on the couch, dozing off and on.
When Bubba got home this evening, he took my temp and it was 100. I took some more tylenol and an hour later my temp was 100.4! WTH!?!?! Isn't medicine supposed to lower a temp?
I did finally eat some dinner and I'm beginning to feel a tad bit better. Daddeee, who has absolutely no caring bone in his body (Edited to fix this because the original post said body in his bone...had to be the fever) for someone that's sick, did go take my Redbox movies back. Shocking! I guess I really shouldn't complain too much since he did cook dinner. The bad part was that he made me clean Gooey's poopy diaper! What a man!
So now I'm headed back to the couch to veg before I head to bed.
I start my new dayshift position tomorrow so I need to get over this bug.
Friday, September 07, 2007
...against certain people wearing certain clothing.
A few weekends ago, my darling husband and I were lying in bed watching Harrah's Lucky Break. This is a karaoke show where a person can go to Harrah's Casino and sign up to sing karaoke on tv and be judged by 3 judges.
Sitting behind one of the judges is this man. Saying that he's an ugly person is not even touching how slimy this man looked. He had oily, slicked back hair and I don't believe he's ever even heard of a mustache trimmer. He was just creepy looking.
This interesting specimen of a male was wearing a t-shirt that said "I'm not wearing any underwear". How disgusting is that? Not only did I not want to be looking at this man every time the camera flashed his way, but to know that he wasn't wearing his skivvies just made me want to vomit. Just thinking about it makes me throw up a little in my mouth.
Then, last weekend at the SantaCaliGon Festival, we were walking around, watching the crowd of people. We enjoyed more than enough festival junk food and downed a few drinks. As we're getting ready to leave, there's a man walking by us that I'd say probably tilted the scale at a quarter of a ton. This rather large man was sporting a t-shirt that said, "I'm going commando"!
I was disgusted at the thought of these 2 men not having underwear on. What is it with these men thinking that anyone in this world wants to picture them without underwear.
There are some really proud mama's out there somewhere.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
I have 4 ice trays that I keep in the freezer. It's not so hard that when you use the ice from them to refill them and put them back in the freezer.
Now Daddeee decided that he doesn't like this plan and did away with the ice trays. He wants us to buy ice from the store and just always keep a bag of it in the freezer.
So the other day, he goes out and buys this huge,
So, after listing to me
So he decides to put the bag of ice into a trash bag for storage in the deep freeze. Cool idea except we use those nifty new trash bags that nothing will penetrate. It became time for the ice bucket in the freezer to be refilled and, of course, this must be my chore since no one else will refill it. I went to the deep freeze to tackle the trash bag containing the monstrous bag of ice only to find that these new nifty trash bags stick to the sides of the deep freeze. Yes, payback is hell, because I spilled ice all over the inside of the deep freeze!
Even funnier than this is the fact that the deep freeze is, just as it says, deep. Well, since I'm only 5'2", it was quite a sight, I'd imagine, with me leaning over the edge, feet flailing in the air, as I attempted to retrieve as many ice cubes from the bottom as possible. It's a good thing all my
The monstrous bag of ice is now gone and the ice cube trays have been restored to the freezer. Daddeee is still griping about the ice trays. The funny thing is, he doesn't even use ice.
I can see an ice maker being installed in my freezer in the near future.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
A few weeks ago we were visiting my mom's house for a Chief's party. She is really adament about people wearing Chief's "garb" as it's called in my neck of the woods. She instated a rule that if you don't wear something Chiefs, you have to wear a pair of red panties.
Well, a friend of hers wasn't wearing the appropriate clothing so she told him he had to wear the panties. After a few drinks, he abliged. He even danced around in them for everyone (yes, I had my camera phone in hand).
Now, a few weeks later, I was talking and joking with a girl he works with. I showed her the video. She got quite a kick out of it and showed it to a few other co-workers.
Well, yesterday, I got a call from my mom asking if I was the one that shared the video. Her friend was mad saying he could get into trouble with his probation officer. First off, since when is it illegal to dance around in red panties? (Lock me up and throw away the key, I'm guilty!)
Second, if he's on probation and isn't supposed to be drinking, why was he doing it? He's just mad because he had to take a little ribbing at work (well probably a LOT of ribbing).
Well, the entire situation has just really ticked me off! I'm not normally a vengeful person but this instance is so incredibly silly, I decided to have fun with it.
Below is the video. Tell me if you think what he's doing is illegal.
I'm sitting here today trying to figure out what I want to blog about. After hearing Gooey say "Goggy, goggy" for what seems like the bazillionth time, I decided to post about some of the sayings that Bubba created over the years (or ones that we created for Bubba).
The saying that stands out most in my mind is "park it the back". This is the term he used for when we backed in one of the vehicles. We still, to this day, refer to backing in the van after buying groceries as parking it the back.
A few other terms that he created are "kimmisites and kimmis peasants" (phonetically spelled because of course, I have no clue how a 2 yr old spells such words). Kimmisites are Christmas lights and kimmis peasants, Christmas presents. Daddeee and I used to joke that the kimmis peasants contracted diseases like kimmisites. Well, it was funny to us.
A term that was created for Bubba by me was "jammified". Getting jammified is the act of putting on your pajamas. It still works to this day when I get ready for bed, I tell them I'm going to go take a shower and get jammified. It's a workable, easily pronounced term.
Now, Gooey isn't yet old enough to create his own terms. I know in the next year or two, he will and I can't wait to be humoured by them, but for now, I'm stuck hearing "Goggy" over and over and over again.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
I was clicking through some blogs and ran across Post Secret (possible adult content). Watch this video and click through my blog to view the website. It's amazing, it's moving, it's emotional.
I know while I was watching the video and viewing the website, I was thinking "what secrets do I have?" I plan to make a post card or 2 and send it in.
Bubba, if you're seeing this post, I don't want you viewing this without me. It's something we need to watch together and discuss.
Well, the Middle Name Game, anyway. Dawn over at Coming to a Nursery Near You tagged me for this fun meme.
It's goes like this:
Here are the rules:
1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.
2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of their middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog post containing your own middle name game facts.
4. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Ok, now on to my middle name. It's no shocker that with a name like Jeanna (pronounced just like Gina, for those who don't know me personally) that my middle name is Marie. Now since I was tagged by Dawn and her middle name is also Marie, I didn't read hers so that I can't cheat (Dawn, I'll go back and read yours later).
M. I'm a mom (duh, right? Hence the title of the blog). I've been called mom, mommy, momma, mommeee (coming from when Bubba was little, he over enunciated his e's and mommy came out mommEEE and daddy was daddEEE). I was MomMom for a short while with Gooey, now currently calling me Meme (total coincidence about the MEME thing).
A. Animal lover. I love my dog, Ranger just like he was my own son. We currently have 2 hamsters, a hermit crab, a fish tank containing guppies, danios, a small catfish, and a snail, and, of course, Ranger.
R. Reading. I love to read. I just finished Book #13 for the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich. If you haven't read any of these, I HIGHLY recommend them. They'll make you
I. Inventive and Imaginative (I couldn't decide on just one word). I like to invent stories and adventures for my family. Our recent Lampoon's Missouri Vacation from last month was one. I make up stories with my children all the time (and have since I was a little girl).
E. Exhausted. With the hours I work and taking care of 2 kids, a husband, and the small zoo I live with, I'm always tired. I exist on about 5 hours of sleep a night average. This is why I so look forward to my afternoon naps on the weekends. Their heaven in my mind.
Ok so there you have it. My middle name by letter. In case you're interested and I know you're sitting on the edge of your seat waiting to hear this, it came from my grandmother on my mother's side. Her name was Hazel Marie. If Gooey had been a girl, he'd have been Jillian Marie.
So, let me see who I can tag.
M. Mommy911 - I'm tagging you because I think you'll have fun with this.
A. Amanda at OhAmanda . You don't have enough going on with all the blogs you maintain so I thought I'd give you something to do :)
R. Is it sad that I don't know anyone who's name starts with an R (at least, that I can think of offhand).
I. Can't think of anyone for I either. Maybe I'm just too tired.
E. Stay tuned...I'm dwindling fast here.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
We had a freakish storm blow through yesterday. It last only 10 minutes. During that 10 minutes, we had what seemed like 80-mile-an-hour wind, hail, 2 inches of rain, and lightening & thunder like you wouldn't believe. The tree in the front yard lost 3 of it's major branches. The cheap resin chairs in the backyard are now in the neighbor's yard. Not the next door neighbor, but the neighbor half way down the block (I haven't claimed them yet. I'm hoping I can convince DH that someone stole them so I can get new ones).
I took the past 3 days off work as sick days ~cough cough~ and actually managed to be productive with my time. I thoroughly cleaned the living room, kind of cleaned the kitchen, and, drum roll please, cleaned Bubba's room. I'm still traumatized. I'm in such shock, I can't talk about it. I think I have PTSD.
I can say this about it, though. I know now that I haven't been breaking as many drinking glasses as I thought and the garbage disposal hasn't eaten as many spoons as originally thought. Jimmy Hoffa has been located.
I still need to tackle his closets. Someday, I should write a book.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Yes, yesterday's Wordless Wednesday (not-so-wordless, in my case) was The King, Elvis Presley. I'll admit I'm a huge Elvis fan. I listen to his music (have it on my mp3 player) and if I can catch a movie, I'll watch it. I've been to his house, although it was back before they opened up the upstairs. I'd like to go back again but can't seem to talk anyone into going with me.
Something else about me that I've never posted on this blog is that I'm a freebie-a-holic. I love to get free samples in the mail. I used to have daily boards I would visit but with time being a rare commodity lately, I've not done it as much as I'd like. Today, I took a few minutes and signed up for several. Walmart.com has several options for free samples that you qualify for if you sign up for an account (are there many people out there left that don't shop online at Wally World?).
Here's a link to another good sample:
I chose the Vanilla Biscotti.
Hmmm, what else is going on? Well, Bubba started Middle School this week. He seems to really be enjoying it but of course, it's still the first week so time will tell. I told him I DO NOT want to know the principal at this school. Last year, I received too many calls from the principal because Bubba couldn't keep himself out of trouble. He's been warned that the consequences have been raised this year.
I'm still waiting to hear if I get to move to the day shift at work. If they turn me down, I'll probably look for work elsewhere. I'm tired of not seeing my husband except while he is sleeping or on the weekends.
Gooey turned 19 months old this past weekend. I can't believe how time is flying.
Nothing much else is happening here. Hope all is well with yours and may life continue to bring you happiness.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Not necessarily in that order, though.
It's wonderful because it's the weekend and I don't have to get up early in the morning like I have every other day this week. Bubba had Camp Viking at school so I had to deliver him by 8am each morning, only to turn around and get him at 11am. I was able to sneak in a few winks with Gooey during the gap but it doesn't count as good sleep since there was a break in there.
It's wild because tomorrow night is DATE NIGHT with Daddeee. We have a sitter all lined up and a $50 gift certificate to AMC. I think I'm going to make him "pick me up" for our date and take me to dinner too. We haven't decided what we're going to go see yet but I'll keep you posted.
It's wet because Sunday we're going to Adventure Oasis again. It had been several years since we'd gone then last Sunday we spent the day there. It's a fun little water park with waterslides, a pool, a kid's play area and best of all, a lazy river. We spent the day floating around and around. Gooey floated on a tube with Daddeee and me, and Bubba and his buddy went off on their own. This time we're going to pack a picnic lunch and have a
So now I'm off to spend some me time in front of the tube. I need to play catch up on some tv watching and I think I'll paint my nails. I don't know what color yet but I'll keep you posted on that too.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Sunday, August 05, 2007
The boys and I went to the City Market yesterday on a hunt for good veggies. We found tons of good deals and came home with zucchini, squash, onions, jalapenos, asparagus, among other things.
While we were walking around, these 2
I get up and go to work everyday to support my family. What does he do? What would give him the right to be mad at me because I wouldn't share my hard earned money with him? If anyone should be mad, it should be me!
That goes for these people that stand on the street corner with their signs begging for money. Instead of standing there all day, why not go shower and get a job? I see help wanted signs all the time. I saw one when I got my job.
You can all flame me all you want but this is just how I feel.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
No, this is not a recipe post. It's my way of supporting a cause I truly believe in.
Yum-O! is the new non profit organization created by Rachael Ray that "educates kids and their parents about cooking, enabling them to explore the joys of food while making meals that are easy, healthy, affordable and delicious. The first step is helping them get in the kitchen and cooking freshly-prepared meals. Yum-o! makes this process easy by removing the intimidation factor for new cooks."
According to statistics, we are working on being the first generation who's children do not live as long as their parents. It's sad but it's true. Part of the Yum-O! organization is a way to educate parents and kids about healthy eating.
You can visit the website and learn recipes that you can make with your children and you can also share recipes that you enjoy making with your child.
What I've mentioned is just a small part of what Yum-O! represents. Take a peak at Yum-O! and see what else it has to offer.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
On our trip back to KC on Sunday, we stopped at a convenience store somewhere north of Springfield but south of Sedalia. All I remember was the town name started with the letter "B". I picked up a fountain soda for me and a bottle of milk for Gooey. Once we got to the van, I opened the milk to put it into Gooey's sippy cup but when I opened it, I could smell it was sour. Bubba and Daddeee took the milk back into the store to exchange it. Every bottle with the expiration date of 8/1 was sour. They finally found one dated 8/3 that was good.
Once we were on the road, we were talking about it. I said maybe the cows were in a bad mood that day. Bubba, in his quiet way, spoke up after a short while and said "Mom, don't you mean the cows were in a bad MOOOOOOOOOOOd that day?"
We cracked up!
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Regarding this weeks Wordless Wednesday post: The fountain that Gooey is headed for is outside the Precious Moments Chapel in Carthage, Missouri. If you ever get an opportunity to visit, do so. It's free and well worth the time.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Ok so yesterday got busy and I have to post the rest of the vacation in a second post. Here's a picture of the falls mentioned yesterday. It really was a beautiful place and the sound of the falls was just extraordinary. I took video and if I ever figure out how to post it, I will (Is there a "Posting video to internet for Dummies book?)
There were actually 2 waterfalls there. Above is the second fall. Below is the first. The area between them was shallow enough for a person to walk between them. The kids there were walking out to the top of the second fall and jumping off of it. It scared me at first because I didn't know how deep it was at the bottom of the fall.
Here's Gooey and I sitting on the rocks enjoying watching the falls. I can't help but sneak smooches whenever I can.
On our way leaving the falls, we caught this couple relaxing in their Hillbilly Hot Tub. We cracked up over this. I realize it was a really smart way to keep cool (it was so hot out) but how redneck can you get? The ducks were even swimming in amongst them.
This is Inspiration Point. It's a small spot on the side of the road with a plaque where someone dubbed in Inspiration Point. It's really a spectacular view. For those old enough to remember Happy Days, I did make Hubster give me a kiss.
After leaving Joplin, we took a wrong turn and ended up in Galena, Kansas. It was ok because we got to see some really nice houses (in the mulitmillion $ range) plus we drove on Old Rte 66. It amazes me how narrow highways were back then especially since cars were so much larger.
Our next stop was Ozark Village. It was the same as Ozarkland but a different name. We bought a shot glass for the collection.
We arrived in Springfield at about 8 and spent the rest of the evening resting and visiting with the IL's.
Saturday morning we went to the Green County Fair. I didn't take a lot of pictures. Let's just say it was too hot to do much. Bubba and I petted our first bull (we asked first and were told to do it very gently because bulls get aggitated easily. Who knew?). We walked through the stalls and looked at the cows, horses, and sheep. We met a woman with her 5 mth old cow that took 1st place the day before in her category. You know how they say people and their dogs start to look alike? Well, evidently it applies to people and their cows too.
You can see how hot it was at the fair by the looks on Gooey and Bubba's faces. Well, not so much Gooey. He was having a blast. Bubba griped the whole time about how bored he was.
Isn't Bubba's new hat just so cool?
Sunday, we ended our trip with a leisurely drive up Hwy 65 to Sedalia (where we stopped at the Russell Stover's outlet store. I think I gained 10 lbs just sniffing the air.) We drove through Knob Noster hoping Whiteman Airforce Base would be flying maneuvers but weren't so lucky. Whiteman is home to the Stealth Bomber and if you've never seen one in flight, you're missing out.
Our last stop was at a small ma n pa shop. I bought a neat little thing that hangs in your kitchen to hold plastic bags from the grocery store. You put them in the top then they dispense out the bottom. It's such a simple gadget but works so well. I also bought some seasonings.
The vacation was so much fun. We left the dog at home with the nieces because I didn't want to take the chance of leaving him tied to the bumper and forgetting. We also made it a point to not visit any aunts for fear they would want to ride along.
Monday, July 30, 2007
For our family vacation this year, we decided to take what we called Missouir's Lampoons Vacation. We drove from Kansas City to Joplin, stopping anywhere we felt like stopping and taking our time doing so.
We began the day at 8am, driving down hwy 71. Our first stop was a small Amish store (no clue what town it was in). They had beautiful quilts and hand made furniture. I bought a jar of "Million Dollar Pickles" that are just like the pickles my mom's aunt used to can.
Our next stop was the Precious Moments Chapel. We played at their park and walked the grounds. The flowers were amazing and the fountains were magnificent.
After the chapel, we zipped across the highway to Ozarkland. This is the prime place to buy just about every tacky souvenir ever made. We spent a small fortune on t-shirts, hats and candy.
For dinner we ate at the truck stop wherE CMT's Trick My Truck is filmed. Across the street from the truck stop is the Chrome Shop Mafia's shop. We once again spent a small fortune on t-shirts and spent some time talking with The Bossman's mom.
Next, we went to see Missouri's only waterfall, Grand Falls. (I'm not convinced this is the only waterfall in the big MO but until otherwise proven, I'll just go with it. It was as large as I had imagined, but it was still pretty spectacular.
Here are a few pictures of the falls:
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
My blog buddy, Jenifer at Everybody Loves Raymond, tagged me for a fun meme! Well, she actually tagged me on Sunday but, hey, I'm
The 5 things MEME:
5 things in my refridgerator-
1. 3 bottles of Miller Chill. We tried the Michelob Light version Saturday and I
2. An almost empty gallon jug of milk. We go through milk like most people go through air. Hey, Milk it Does a Body Good!
3. A bottle of Ott's honey mustard salad dressing. It's just YUM-O!
4. A twelve pack of Coca-Cola. Well, not an entire 12 pack but the box is there with a few left in it. Hubster has to have his Coke.
5. Leftover lunch meat (cajun turkey breast and honey mesquite turkey breast) from the subs we had a few nights ago for dinner.
**I want to post a disclaimer on this one. Normally, I'd have all kinds of gross things to list but luckily, I've recently done a thorough cleaning of the fridge.
5 things in your closet-
1. Well, uh, most important are my clothes. I have to have them. Not as in, I have to have more and more clothes, but as in, NO ONE wants to see this body naked! So, yes, my clothing is important.
2. Boxes of computer crap. The bottom of my closet has become the storage point for all the computer things we own and don't use anymore. I need to add it to my "clean one thing a week" list.
3. Crocheted afghans. I used to crochet. I don't do it much anymore because I just don't have the time. The funny thing is, I don't even like to cover up with afghans. They're much too warm for me. I'm all for staying cool all year round.
4. Shelves. I have extra shelves stored in my closet. They are the kind of shelves that you hang on the wall and put nick nacks on. But, again, I just don't have the time.
5. An old winter leather coat. It doesn't fit. It's a little too tight. I just can't make myself get rid of it though. I keep thinking maybe one of these days I'll lose a few and it will fit. I'll just keep dreaming for now.
5 things in your purse or backpack;
1. A first aid kit. I bought it at Walmart a few months ago knowing that little boys need bandaids now and then. It still has the wrapper on it. But who knows, one day it will come in handy.
2. An almost empty package of wet wipes. I bought these the same day I bought the first aid kit. These, unlike the other, have been used and used. I can't count how many times I've used one to clean Gooey up in a restaurant. Bonus, they have a nice lemony scent. Not only does it make Gooey smell lemony fresh, but my purse smells good too.
3. A snickers bar wrapper. I know, I need to just throw it away. I ate it on my way home from shopping the other day when I knew it would be a while before I could eat and I was starving! I normally would have left it in the van but I'm working hard to keep the van neat and clean.
4. Lots of loose change. I have this habit of throwing my change in the purse rather than putting it in my change purse. Then, when I take the time to clean out my purse, I add it to the pig (my piggy bank above the washer).
5. My debit card. I love my debit card. It's the best invention ever!
5 things in your car-
1. More change. When I go through a drive thru, I put the change in the cup holder thingy. Then when I clean out the van, I move the change to the pig.
2. A box of Kleenex. This is a new addition to the van and I find it very handy.
3. Gooey toys. Not sticky toys but Gooey's toys. They land here and there depending on what he does with them. **mental note: need to put a basket in there for toy collection.
4. The stroller. It goes everywhere I go (well not everywhere I go but everywhere the van goes). It's so nice to have it just in case.
5. A sleeping bag. There's no reason why it's in the van other than Bubba left it there. It comes in handy having it there. Bubba covers up with it when I keep the van a little too cool for his skinny butt.
5 things in the world you want to see before you die-
1. Hawaii. I want to watch the sun set from a beach in Hawaii.
2. Grandchildren. I want lots of them and I look forward to being a grandma. Before Gooey was born, I used to fret over what if Bubba never has kids. Now, with 2 children, my odds are better.
3. Success and happiness for my children. I'd like for them both to have successful careers. I want them both to get college degrees and not live paycheck to paycheck. I want happiness for them, whether it be through marriage and children, or whatever it takes for them to be happy. Nothing in the world matters unless you are happy.
4. A brand new car. I'd like to see me in a brand spanking, fresh off the lot vehicle. I've only had one new car (11 miles on it when I drove off the lot) in my life. I'd like to have another one.
5. And, last but not least, we can't forget world peace.
Ok so now I have to tag 5 more people. I don't know yet who I want to tag so I'll edit and add them later. Right now I have to go change Senor Poopy Pants.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Lasagne is one of those recipes that there is no easy method of making it. I've come up with what I think is an "as easy as possible" version.
12 cooked lasagne noodles
1 1/2 lbs ground beef, browned and drained
1 large container of ricotta cheese
1 lb shredded mozzarella cheese
1 large jar of your favorite spaghetti sauce (I prefer Prego Traditional)
Pour a few tablespoonfuls of sauce into bottom of your baking dish. I use a 9 x 13 glass pan. Spread the sauce (this is to keep your lasagne from sticking to the bottom of your dish). **Place a layer of noodles in your pan. Spread a few tablespoonfuls of ricotta over the noodles. Top with 1/3 of the burger. Pour some sauce over the burger and spread with the back of your spoon. Top with a few handfuls of shredded cheese. Repeat from ** twice. Cover with foil and bake in a 350 degree oven for 45 minutes. Uncover and bake for another 15 minutes or until cheese is slightly browned. Allow to cool for a few minutes so that it "sets up"
Serve with a salad and some cheese bread and enjoy!
I need one. It never fails. I can not visit the in-laws without someone complaining that I hurt their feelings because of something I said. I just can't win.
We went to a wedding reception where we got to see family we haven't seen in a long time along with new little people in the family. Hubster's step-sister has a son 6 months older than Gooey that we hadn't seen yet (except for pictures). I made a comment about Gooey and T being the same height. It was a simple statement. I said it only because I'm still amazed that Gooey is so tall.
Well, her son has a metabolic problem that keeps him at the low end of the height scale for his age. He's not failure-to-thrive short, just in the lower percentage range. I knew this about him but my statement wasn't in any way being mean or facetious. It was a SIMPLE OBSERVATION!
The next morning at breakfast with the Step-Mother-in-Law, I was treated to a sly comment about how the Step-Sister gets upset when anyone comments about her son's size. I can understand why the Step-Sister would be bothered but I think the comment from the Step-Mother-in-Law was unneeded.
I'm beginning to think that a mouth zipper would be nice so I just don't have to talk when around the In-Laws.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Every day at 11:00 am at the corner of 38th Street and Brighton, Mr. Litwicky, wearing his wife-beater t-shirt and bermuda shorts, walks out of his house. He shuffles down his driveway in his worn house slippers and crosses Brighton to his mailbox. He picks the mail up, once again walks across the street and walks back up his driveway. He can be seen doing this faithfully every day, rain or shine, cold or hot. Many people have seen Mr. Litwicky doing this.
The strange thing is, the house where Mr. Litwicky lives was demolished about 6 months ago.
At the corner of 38th Street and Brighton is an empty lot. The old house with the old-fashioned bomb shelter was destroyed after Mr. Litwicky passed away. One day the house was there, the next it was gone. No one that I know of witnessed the demolition of the house. As a matter of fact, it was a while before anyone noticed it was gone.
This is the story that Bubba and I made up as we were passing the old lot this morning. We were both cracking up on our trip to the grocery store.
I love making up stories like this with Bubba. I started it, getting that My-Mom's-Crazy look from him as his brain tried to comprehend whether I was telling a true story or not. I get that look a lot from him.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Monday's always make me moody. They mean the weekend is over and a new work week is beginning. It's not that I don't like my job. It's just that I enjoy being home with family and friends more.
The weekend began Saturday morning with stripping the curtains off the windows and getting them washed. Did you know the kitchen curtains aren't beige? They're actually white! Yes, I admit I'm a little slow with getting the house cleaning done. My house isn't dirty. It's just cluttered. Yeah, that's it, cluttered.
Saturday night I went to a bachlorette party for my friend from across the street. She had a Passions Party and it was wonderful. We all had a good time testing the lotions and edibles and even testing out the toys. The best part came when the stripper arrived. He was so well worth it. He not only danced for the bride-to-be but danced for each one of us in the room. Let's just say, he was solid.
Sunday I went to a baby shower, which turned out to be rather boring. I hate the silly baby games they play and thanks to Gooey wandering the room, got to sit out of most of them.
Sunday afternoon we went to mom's house for dinner. Her fried chicken is so worth the extra calories, not to mention the mashed potatoes with gravy, homemade mac n cheese, green beans and all followed by the cake with whipped cream and cherries on top.
I had to come home and work off all the calories by working in the yard. We're getting it ready for the big 4th of July bash we have here every year (more on that later). So now the weeds are all pulled, the clutter from the winter is all gone, and the patio is all hosed off. We still have some odds and ends to do but it's all little things that can wait until next weekend.
Well that's the end of my recap of the weekend. I sure hope everyone else a good weekend too.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Gooey is addicted to baby crack. He goes to the table and does his little Baby Crack Dance (formerly known as the Pringles Dance) until someone gives him some baby crack.
For those of you that are ready to call social services on me, we don't really give him crack. Baby Crack is what we call salt water taffy that we buy at Sam's Club by the
After having his Baby Crack, he runs around the living room or front yard (depending on where he's at) and sugar buzzes. He has a funny little step he does while he's sugar buzzing that cracks me up. It's a both-arms-up-flailing-through-the-air run that reminds me a lot of the episode of Friends where Rachel was embarassed to run with Phoebe because of the way she ran.
I don't get embarassed by Gooey's run, though. I just get a good chuckle.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Father's day is difficult for me. My dad died in 1990. It's hard to believe that it's been almost 17 years. Sometimes it seems like yesterday and other times, I feel like I can't remember him.
I had gotten to where I couldn't remember what his voice sounded like. It really bothered me. Then, not long ago, I had a magnificent dream. In the dream, I went to this island in the middle of a lake. When I got to the island, I met up with some friends. Now, these friends weren't people that I know in real life. They were only friends in my dream. These friends and I went to see this woman that was like a psychic or voodoo type person. While I was visiting her, my dad came to visit. I got to walk with him, talk to him, touch him, hug him, and most important to me, hear his voice. When it came time for me to leave the island, he saw me off on my boat and we hugged.
The dream was magical to me. I can remember his voice and smell what he smelled like.
Another thing that has always bothered me is that he wasn't alive when Bubba and Gooey were born. In the dream, he told me that he sees them and is proud of me for raising such wonderful boys.
I miss my dad but I know that he watches over us. He came to me when I needed him, even if it was for just a short time.
Friday, June 15, 2007
My darling husband saved up his nickels and dimes and bought himself a motorcycle. Yes, it was
It's a 1978 Suzuki that was top of the line in it's day. The gentleman that owned it (yes, an honest to goodness one owner vehicle) passed away and the place where he always took it for servicing bought it from his estate. It's been extremely well cared for.
Needless to say, I've become a motorcycle widow. The moment he comes home from work (at least on the days I'm not
I wish he'd spend that kind of time cleaning and polishing me and adjusting my motor.
Anyway, I have to say I'm proud of him for accomplishing his goal of successfully completing the Motorcyclist Safety Program and getting his license. I'm also proud that he was able to save the money for the bike.
I'm just sad that I have to share him. I've dubbed his bike "The Other Woman".
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
At least it was yesterday. I work in a pharmacy and we take a ton of calls from doctor's offices for prescriptions or corrections to prescriptions that patients send in. It was a definite DUH day yesterday. Here are a few examples:
One of the girls was talking to a nurse taking a prescription. We have to have med name, strength, quantity and directions for how the patient is to take the med. When my co-worker asked for directions, the nurse gave her directions to the office. DUH!
I took a call from a nurse about a prescription that we already had but some of the information was missing. She gave me the order number so I asked her "Hold just a moment while I pull it up to see what the issue is." Her response was "It's about a prescription." Well, DUH! It's not like the issue was about their underwear size.
Then I took a call from a nurse and she began the call with "I'm calling about so and so (name omitted because I simply can't remember it), do you know about her?" We process 15 to 20 thousand prescriptions a day. What makes her think I'm going to know about her patient? DUH!
I wonder what tonight's word will be.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Bubba looking all handsome