They like their vacations (or trying to find an urgent care)

Nonami and I both became ill over the weekend. This is part of our adventure of trying to find a doctor on Memorial Day in an area where I would hesitate to let the medical personnel look at my animals.*

Phone conversation I had with a hospital regarding their urgent care center.

Me: I'm trying to find out if the urgent care is open today.

Rep: Hold on just a minute.

Rep: I have the phone number.

Me: I have the phone number already.

Rep: Hold on again.

Rep: Let me give you the phone number. I'm sure they have an answering service.

Me: I have the phone number. I've already called there is nothing.

Rep: Hold on a minute.

Rep: I don't know if they are open. They do like their vacations on the holidays. I'd wait until about 9:30 (it was 7:30) and call. If they don't answer then they're not open.

That was honestly the best she could do for me. I hung up and laughed my ass off. Fortunately, we did find an open clinic complete with a sign that informed us that no pain pills or nerve pills were prescribed. The P.A. was extremely nice and prescribed us both antibiotics and a cough/decongestant/antihistamine combination.** Plus, they charged us the office visit co-pay instead of the higher urgent care one.

* There are some wonderful veterinarians in the area.

**This is something Nonami's pediatrician would never prescribe but it works great so I am using it as long as needs relief from hacking.

Last day of preschool

Today is Not-So-Baby H's very last day of preschool. Surprisingly, I am not even a little sad.* Part of that is my selfish jubilation because I won't have to drag out of the house early three days a week but mainly she is ready for school. Since the first day of preschool she has been ready for "real" school so I am excited for her to get there and learn all she can.

Before that, she has one last day. I hope it's a great one!

*Mr. MFBA was all choked up.

Talented and Gifted and Big Hair

My T.A.G. class circa 1987

No, I am not naked nor wearing clown outfit. We had to wear an outfit that represented something we liked so I chose dance and wore my jazz costume.

With that hair, all I can say is at least I don't have Jazz hands!

We represent (Top to Bottom, Left to Right): twirling, dance, softball, medicine, who knows, rock musician, cheering, twirling, who knows, track, who knows, and golf.

I can has Maria

Old Journal Entry #1

July 6, 2004

Teen L found a vibrator and thought it was a flashlight. She didn't try to turn it on. :) :)

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This was tucked in 4 pages for the day. It struck me funny for obvious reasons and because that is all I wrote on the subject.

Already have a wife

Mr. MFBA and I are going out tonight, Not-So-Baby H was slightly confused by the news. She told him:

"You don't need to go on a date; you already have a wife"

"Why do you and mommy need to go on a date? You are already married"

He finally told her that we just wanted to spend some time together alone. Amazingly, she had nothing to say.

Should you need me I'll be at this supposedly wonderful Italian restaurant asleep, hollering at other customers since I'll think they are my kids, enjoying myself, or some combination of the three.

Mean Dog?

Pineapple likes to greet people when they came to the house. Since he does not have good command of the English language he makes do by barking.

Not so much barking when you get to the door but barking at you when you enter. He wants you to acknowledge him, pet him, and pet him some more. There is zero hint of aggression in his behavior just an obvious desire for attention.

BUT my father-in-law thinks otherwise. During his most recent visit he warned us that Pineapple has a "mean streak" and could turn "vicious" without warning. I'll agree that he could turn at any moment but I believe that about any dog. However, a mean streak?

The proof that my dog is an inch away from ripping someone's throat out? The "look in his eyes" when FIL walked in the door. Not to mention that "intimidating bark". We tried to explain that the look in Pineapple's eyes was one of begging for love and that dogs bark but it was hopeless.

The cats sleep with him, Nonami rides him like a horse, Not-So-Baby H dresses him up, Teen L takes him on long walks, he snuggles with us every moment that we are seated*, "greets" every dog he sees in a friendly manner, and has never growled or acted twitchy with a stranger.**

In case Pineapple loses his shit I will need to find him a new home. Are there any takers for a short, long mean dog?

*My FIL said this was because Pineapple is insecure. (Biting tongue until it was nearly severed)
**Not even remotely guard dog worthy but his bark is deep so that could be a deterrent if no one so him.

Speckled for the Gyno

A brief PSA on the dangers of spray painting patio furniture:

From time to time your patio furniture might need to be painted. Wrought iron furniture can be brought back to a beautiful "new" finish with a simple can of spray paint. However, it is of paramount importance that you remember that spray paint does not only get on the intended on target; it blows through the air and comes back on to your body.

Of course, you are already knew this and dressed accordingly but did you think of where you need to go within the next day or so? Did you remember that you had to get completely naked and in stirrups the following day? Did you think about the fact that all those black speckles of paint would not come off?

Of course you didn't and now you are off to the gynecologist looking like a speckled Violet Beauregarde because you also didn't think about what color the black would like after you scrubbed your thighs.

Remember, think before you spray!

Parenting Fail

Nothing says sexy like a baby...
(from FAIL Blog)

Those Three (two) Little Words

"Love you"

- Nonami, as we put him to bed on his birthday

The Tommy Party

The Tommy cake or the half that can be shown since I can't figure out how to cover and re-do the name with my photo software. It was a really beautiful cake complete with edible rocks that Nonami kept "stealing".

Nonami excitedly exclaiming that the card said, "Peep, Peep".

Presents are fun!

Cake and singing are really fun!

Blowing out candles is serious business.

Shoveling in cake is the best part of the day.

Happy Birthday, Nonami!

Happy Birthday, Nonami!

On Sunday, my baby will be three years old.

He's still smiling and he is adamant that he is still a baby.
I don't argue that point because I know there will never come a point in time when I do not see him as my baby.

Happy 3rd Birthday! I hope you have a wonderful time at your Tommy party!*

*Just in case you might have thought we were having a "Pinball Wizard" party, that is what Nonami calls Thomas the Frickin' Tank Engine.