Tuesday, November 27, 2007

I weep for our future.

Honestly. This picture, along with several others were sent to me in an email. What the hell? I don't get it. Is this so that when you get thirsty you can reach up and open that can of coke? And, do you take that out to sleep? And can you imagine what your ear looks like when the can is not in it? We are not talking about a little hole here, we are talking a loop of flesh stretched beyond recognition, and watch yourself on the car door. You're likely to pull your ear apart. And, don't know that it's fixable. It's nasty. I totally get freedom of expression, but, seriously? You look ridiculous. Also, red headed freak, are you a man or a woman? How do you shower with all that crap in your face? And, are those tatoos, or do you seriously just use a Sharpie to apply your eyeliner? I have a great idea! Lets put hooks in the skin of our backs and twirl around on a cable. It's the latest and greatest in amusement park rides.
I think what gets me about it is that I have been desperately trying to find a cream online this morning that has been pulled off the market by the FDA because they didn't fill out a proper New Drug Application.
It's good stuff.
It works. The manufacturers have done research on it. And it's the only thing I have found that works for my skin. And it's gone.
And now here are these people, presumably normal skinned people, who have permanently disfigured their faces and bodies with all sort of messed up crap, when all I want is for my face to not be red and rosacea laden and endure painful, no, EXCRUCIATING laser treatments, and stop looking like Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. When I breathe or sneeze or flare my nostrils accidentally it hurts. I lie in bed awake at night wondering what kind of treatments I can try next, if I can get a skin graft, if a plastic surgeon will take pity on me and help me.
What? There's no cure? WOW, there's a shock. Apparently there's no cure for stupidity either.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Men designed the toilet

in an age when women still had to clean them. I want a toilet that is one piece, with a wide rim, no seat to lift up or down. Because if there was no seat, there would be nowhere for those disgusting pee crystals to form when little boys miss. I hate the toilet. I know it's a necessary evil, and I know that I would much rather have one than not, but SERIOUSLY... I am SO tired of cleaning crusty pee off the back of the toilet seat that my son misses when he does his chores. I technically am not supposed to have to clean the toilet. Or the bathroom at all, for that matter. But when you leave it up to a 10 year old boy, it doesn't necessarily get cleaned the way you would like. And when you ask a 35 year old boy to do it before his family comes over for dinner, well... it doesn't get done at all. So, I cleaned the toilet. GROSS. This, however, is not the most disturbing part of the story. The most disturbing part is that MY toilet in the master bathroom is AWFUL. And I am not supposed to clean the toilets. At all. So it is growing organisms of who knows what kind... So I go through the painstaking, germ laden trouble of cleaning the downstairs toilet, and neglect my own.

Well, imagine my horror when I sent my child up to my room with something to put in my closet, and she comes down to tell me that GRANDPA IS USING MY BATHROOM!
ACK! If I had known he was going to use that bathroom, I would have cleaned THAT toilet. I was mortified. What do you do? I told my husband he was in trouble for not cleaning the toilets when I asked him to. A lot of good that did. They're still not clean.

This brings me to another subject... Seat up or down. Yes, I totally get that you need it up to pee. But here's a thought. What happens when you drop a rock from a bridge into a pond? Big splash, right? Well, same principal applies when your peeing into a small body of water from a few feet up. It splashes. So, here's a thought... SIT down to pee. There is nothing more thrilling than sitting with guests at dinner and having a lull in conversation filled with the melodious sounds of an 8 year old peeing. There is no question what it is. And it's a pleasant thing to think about while you are eating mashed potatoes with a big old lake of butter in the center. Why don't we discuss the digestive properties of corn while we're at it. ICK.

The point is, if you sit down to pee, not only do you save your family from embarrassing moments with guests, you forever end the age old argument of leaving the seat up or down.
Problem solved, effect is a cleaner toidy for everyone.
Next I will tackle world hunger.

Monday, November 12, 2007

My kid made a baked potato!

OK, I know that's not a big deal for a "typical" 10 year old, but for my kid with autism, it's awesome. Ok, and he made it in the microwave, but these weren't store bought potatoes. These are ones I bought from a friend who dug them herself, so they are still covered in dirt.
So, he washed it, and poked it and put it in the microwave and pushed the button for baked potato. But then he also made one for his sister. It's awesome. It gives me so much hope.

I know that sounds strange. But for a kid that just started making his own sandwiches about a year ago, I think it's great. And he made one for his sister, which is awesome, because he doesn't get along with her that well. Anyway, I am really hopeful about it.

So that is my news for the day :)

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Mono, and not the adhesive kind

ok, so we had a nice family dinner tonight. My SIL is here from Alaska, and so my FIL, MIL, BIL and 2 SILs came over for dinner. After dinner, someone makes a comment about my BIL being sick.
Uh oh...

So, one thing you should know about me is that I am a HUGE germaphobe. Not to the point where I have to sanitize my hands everytime someone touches me, but pretty seriously. So, my SIL says that my BIL thinks he has Mono. Not MonoAdhesive (used for scrapping for those of you who don't know) but Mononucleosis.


Another thing that you should know about me is that I have 6 kids. Two have been hospitalized within the last couple months. Typically children who get mono don't exhibit symptoms. Typically. But not always. AND if my kids get it and give it to me, heaven help us all. Good grief. Because I will be the one who ends up with a burst spleen, etc and will end up having surgery.

So poor Brad. He is sitting there and he coughed, and I gave him some hand sanitizer, and a few minutes later, he coughed again and I gave him more. We gave him some cough syrup and some Halls cough drops. Poor guy. He looks miserable. Anyway... when he said he thought he had mono, I asked him if he's been exposed to anyone with it, and he dodged the question. I don't know if that was a yes or if he's messing with me. He has a tendency to be funny.

Hopefully it will just be a bad virus. But I sprayed down everything with a disinfectant and washed all the cups, etc. (my kids have color coded glasses to prevent sharing and passing illness, and they only drink water out of them, so I don't wash them every day. But I threw them in there and my dh's cup that he was actively drinking out of, and made him put the dishwasher on the sanitize setting. I know.. I am a freak. But I hate germs. And I am too busy to be sick myself.

Anyway, if you're sick, stay home! Don't share your germs. I will fix a plate for any sickies, and send it to their house. I would even send home chicken soup with your dinner for lunch the next day. Now I have to go sanitize all my doorknobs. Again. It wouldn't be so bad except I had already done it today, and I would have waited until after they left if I had known he was sick :)

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Well, it has begun

It starts. It is the age of a new era. The dawn of a new day. Actually, I am just moving my blog to a new place. It's like a new apartment for my thoughts. YAY. Whatever. I will begin by saying, I hate change. I really hate it.
So Yahoo 360 is closing. And I decided rather than to fight with whatever their new blog place will be, I have decided to move it. I figure that I don't need to deal anymore with Yahoo than necessary. It irritates me. Enough said. :)