Monthly Archives: November 2007

9-1-1 on speed dial

I did it.  I stood in my basement… in the dark, with a flashlight, and stared at the electrical panel.

But I was not alone.

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Not so traditional

This was our very first Thanksgiving on our own.  It was our chance to start new traditions and carry on old traditions.  We could make the foods we craved and forget to make the ones that made us cringe.  We could watch the big parade or play football in the backyard.

So what did we do?

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Santa's watching

I can’t really remember a time that I ever thought that Santa was real.  There’s no moment of realization that Santa’s gifts really came from my parents.  I remember Santa coming to our house to dole out gifts but I think I always knew it was my grandpa’s friend dressed up.

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Love Wednesday

Today is my anniversary.  My hubby and I have been married 9 years.  NINE.  I know it’s not a huge number but it feels like it’s been so much longer.  (in a good way)  I look back at our honeymoon pictures and it’s like looking at a couple of kids.

We have been through so much in our nine years of marriage.  Some of it really, really sucked but it has made us the couple we are today.  Some of it has brought more joy and love than I ever thought possible.  That, too, has defined who we are today.  I married my best friend and that’s exactly who he is today. 

I thought about writing a tribute to him today.  But who am I kidding?  He doesn’t read my blog unless I sit him down and read it to him.  Besides, that’s my love language, not his.  Instead we’ll be spending some serious cuddle time together.     

Happy Martians Day!

Chickie:  Hey Mom, did you know it’s Martians Day?

Me:  You mean Veteran’s Day?

Chickie:  Oh, yeah.  That’s what I meant.  Martians are those things that fly around in the sky and kill everything but the cockroaches.

It's official – he's human

My son has always had abnormally large tonsils.  When he was a toddler he would snore so loud that there wasn’t a spot in the house that you couldn’t hear him.  The snoring would occassionally stop for a few moments before resuming the loud sawing.  We learned that was sleep apnea.  About the time his doctor asked us to start charting his breathing (or non-breathing at is were) he stopped doing it.  In fact, his snoring tapered off and only became occassional – much to the relief of his older sister who shared his room.

His tonsils have remained huge.  I don’t know how the kid can breath or swallow anything but somehow he does.

He’s had a lingering cough for almost 5 weeks.  No fever, no sore throat, no gagging.  Just a cough.  The other day he was showing me his loose tooth when I looked beyond his teeth and noticed his golf ball sized tonsil.  I exagerate.  It was more like the size of one of those large purple grapes.  I couldn’t even see down his throat.

I took him to the doctor yesterday to have her check it out.  As I suspected would happen, the nurse came in with one of those really long Q-tips and my gag reflect kicked in.  I loved her approach, “This isn’t going to feel very good but I have to touch the back of your throat with this.  Humans have a gag reflect so if you gag then we’ll know you’re human.  Okay?”  He was more than happy to open up and find out if he was indeed from another planet or just another human.

No strep, no fever, no nothin’.  The doctor suspects his tonsils are enlarged because they’re fighting off the infection that caused the cough.  If he suddenly gets a fever, the dreaded white spots or the snoring starts up again we’re supposed to bring him back in.  Until then, he’s only human.

We're soooo fancy…

… that I washed dishes by candlelight.

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