- You were born on a Wednesday. (Guess I'm full of woe)
- Your star sign is Virgo.
- Your birthstone is Peridot.
- The season was Summer.
- You were born in the Chinese year of the Rooster.
- The US President was Ronald Reagan (Republican).
- The UK Prime Minister was Margaret Thatcher (Conservative).
- You are 27 years 8 months 26 days old.
- It is 97 days until your next birthday.
- In dog years you are 189 years old.
- You are 10,130 days old.
- You are approximately 243,124 hours old.
- You are approximately 875,245,246 seconds old.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
A Short Entry about ME
Interesting, I found this while doing my stumbleupon. I really like the science stuff.
Thank You!
Well, sorry about the long delay in posts. I was busy with Thing One.
She's doing better. Dr. Evil is nervous that there might still be scarring. He's been very diligent about checking her bandages. Much more than I have. I just slap Vaseline on it and patchwork it together as best I can. Mostly because by the end of the day after she's been running around they're falling all over the place and I'm exhausted!
She's been taking some godawful antibiotics too. I can't stand the smell of the stuff and she has to take it four times a day. She's braver than me, and has been doing it. Even Dr. Evil said that he tasted it and it made his stomach turn.
Thing Two has been pretty good. Sometimes getting frustrated because she doesn't want to play by herself. I never realized how much they depend on each other as playmates. Hopefully this bit of time apart will teach them how to play independently. They do play alone at school but I think when they are home they mostly turn to each other.
Well, I received a very thoughtful care package. Let me just say THANK YOU!! You are
wonderful
considerate
thoughtful
caring
sweet
amazing
fabulous
brilliant
awe-inspiring
terrific
marvelous
phenomenal
kind
and pretty damn swell :)
Opened it up and cried.
Very, very touched. There are in fact, not enough adjectives for me to express how I feel :)
I played Memory and I Spy with Thing One and Two today again(they don't seem to tire of it!) Then we coloured.
I proudly have their Get Well and Good Sister cards displayed on my armoire.
When my family came to visit me (might I add last-minute) on Victoria Day; my mother asked me what they were and I abruptly said Get well cards.
Still pretty ticked at them. They just don't know how to be there for anyone. My aunts apparently gave them a lot of crap for not calling and coming over as soon as I had said what had happened. They'll just never be those kind of people. I certainly hope not to have this family grow up the same way.
You and You are the best!
This song might be about a relationship but I still like it :) Have no idea if I posted it already. . .
P. S. Even though my favourite colour is in fact green; I like Meli's costume more :P
She's doing better. Dr. Evil is nervous that there might still be scarring. He's been very diligent about checking her bandages. Much more than I have. I just slap Vaseline on it and patchwork it together as best I can. Mostly because by the end of the day after she's been running around they're falling all over the place and I'm exhausted!
She's been taking some godawful antibiotics too. I can't stand the smell of the stuff and she has to take it four times a day. She's braver than me, and has been doing it. Even Dr. Evil said that he tasted it and it made his stomach turn.
Thing Two has been pretty good. Sometimes getting frustrated because she doesn't want to play by herself. I never realized how much they depend on each other as playmates. Hopefully this bit of time apart will teach them how to play independently. They do play alone at school but I think when they are home they mostly turn to each other.
Well, I received a very thoughtful care package. Let me just say THANK YOU!! You are
wonderful
considerate
thoughtful
caring
sweet
amazing
fabulous
brilliant
awe-inspiring
terrific
marvelous
phenomenal
kind
and pretty damn swell :)
Opened it up and cried.
Very, very touched. There are in fact, not enough adjectives for me to express how I feel :)
I played Memory and I Spy with Thing One and Two today again(they don't seem to tire of it!) Then we coloured.
I proudly have their Get Well and Good Sister cards displayed on my armoire.
When my family came to visit me (might I add last-minute) on Victoria Day; my mother asked me what they were and I abruptly said Get well cards.
Still pretty ticked at them. They just don't know how to be there for anyone. My aunts apparently gave them a lot of crap for not calling and coming over as soon as I had said what had happened. They'll just never be those kind of people. I certainly hope not to have this family grow up the same way.
You and You are the best!
This song might be about a relationship but I still like it :) Have no idea if I posted it already. . .
P. S. Even though my favourite colour is in fact green; I like Meli's costume more :P
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
A Parent's Nightmare
So let me start at the beginning. Had a nice enough Mother's Day.
Dr. Evil bought me some breakfast('cause he's not too sharp in the kitchen) and I spent the day with Soon-to-be Divorcee and son. The girls had fun.
The next morning I was looking through the Canadian Flyer ad and saw half off on a small sewing machine on sale. While making breakfast I went to the bathroom to tell Dr. Evil to pick it up so I could hem his pants.
Then it happened. I heard the most blood-curdling scream from the living room. Now I often hear the twins crying and fussing but every mother knows when it's the cry that stops your heart. Dr. Evil and I blankly looked at each other and I raced to the living room.
I saw my eldest twin screaming with my freshly boiled hot chocolate all down the front of her. The other twin was crying because she was so scared of her sister's screaming. Somehow after seeing the sight of her my brain thankfully went to autopilot.
I stripped her clothes off and Dr. Evil looked blankly and his severely burned daughter. I screamed at him to run to the bathroom and turn on the cold water as I'm sure he was quickly going into shock and panic.
He turned it on and I pretty much threw in the tub and began spraying her with ice cold water. She was still screaming horrifically and started shaking because of the cold water. Dr. Evil was attempting to take off my clothes and telling me to go in with her ( Yeah, he was in a panic)
I shoved him off and continued to spray her for as long as I though she could take it. She began trembling violently and I turned off the water. Dr. Evil looked online at some advice from the Sick Kid's and said we had to put her in a cool bath. I told him to wash the tub fast. He said "No, there was no time."
I said "Umm, YES because her skin is exposed and there are germs in the tub so WASH IT!"
That's honest the fastest I've ever seen him clean something. Filled it up with cool water and I forced her to sit in it and then hopped in with her. She was still trembling and screaming. Begging me to stop the pain. I just kept trying to calm her down because she had started to hyper-ventilate. I told Dr. Evil to grab some Tylenol and give it to her. I also told him to go a little above the recommended dose.
Thankfully, Dr. Evil had a Doctor's Appointment the same day and I told him to call and take her with him. After again arguing with him (and his panic mode) I convinced him that it would be better for him to just go with her and to leave me and the other one behind. Too many people are too big a distraction and he would just have to focus on her and I'll focus on the other one. He also wanted to go to the hospital but I told him not too. The clinic is big and my family doctor could check on her properly and if needed admit her to a hospital as he'd have quicker authority to do that than if we waited at an emergency room.
In this time Dr. Evil was suppose to pack a bag. He drove off and forgot it. I looked in the bag and realized I had to re-pack it. I had also dressed, soothed and calmed down my little burn victim and my little non-burn victim. He came back and I gave him the properly packed bag and sent him on his way.
Only after he left did my arms and hands begin to shake uncontrollably. I guess the auto-pilot on my brain finally turned off. It's a good thing it has that function because I realized Dr. Evil is a little useless in an emergency.
I called Dr. Evil to check up how she was doing. At first I was waiting for him to call and then I realized he was probably still in shock and would not be calling.
He said she was doing fine; they bandaged her up. Our quick-thinking prevented her from having much more severe burns. Gave us a list of things to do and ordered us to go nowhere until she was healed because of her exposed skin.
When I peeled off the bandages this morning I realized just how bad it was and how much more worse it could have been. Her exposed skin looked like raw hamburger and she was screaming while we were changing the dressing. It took us a good 2 hours to finish changing it. The worse was for me. I had to rub the medication all over her raw flesh and she did not like it one bit.
Yeah, definitely a nightmare.
She seems to be upset that she can't play and has to lay down all day. Having a mobile twin does not make things easier. Also if said mobile twin is getting jealous.
As she explained to me "Mommy, I don't touch the hot chocolate."
I replied "Yes, I know sweetiecakes and it's good that you listen to mommy or you would have legs like your sister and you don't want that do you?"
"No mommy, her legs are all bloody and yucky and ouchy"
"Yes, they are. . .but they'll get better"
From the looks of it; it's gonna be awhile. Now it's just a matter of finding as many fun activities that I can do indoors.
I'd like to make a shout out to my aunt's who called me and were understanding and sympathetic to me. Unlike my mother and sister-in-law.
My mother who completely blamed me (naturally) and my sister-in-law who is so desperate for her own child she could care less about what anyone says. Weirdos.
Well, let me end on the positive note. Thing 2 held Thing 1's hand while she was getting her bandages changed. She kept kissing her and said "It's okay sister, don't cry"
Dr. Evil bought me some breakfast('cause he's not too sharp in the kitchen) and I spent the day with Soon-to-be Divorcee and son. The girls had fun.
The next morning I was looking through the Canadian Flyer ad and saw half off on a small sewing machine on sale. While making breakfast I went to the bathroom to tell Dr. Evil to pick it up so I could hem his pants.
Then it happened. I heard the most blood-curdling scream from the living room. Now I often hear the twins crying and fussing but every mother knows when it's the cry that stops your heart. Dr. Evil and I blankly looked at each other and I raced to the living room.
I saw my eldest twin screaming with my freshly boiled hot chocolate all down the front of her. The other twin was crying because she was so scared of her sister's screaming. Somehow after seeing the sight of her my brain thankfully went to autopilot.
I stripped her clothes off and Dr. Evil looked blankly and his severely burned daughter. I screamed at him to run to the bathroom and turn on the cold water as I'm sure he was quickly going into shock and panic.
He turned it on and I pretty much threw in the tub and began spraying her with ice cold water. She was still screaming horrifically and started shaking because of the cold water. Dr. Evil was attempting to take off my clothes and telling me to go in with her ( Yeah, he was in a panic)
I shoved him off and continued to spray her for as long as I though she could take it. She began trembling violently and I turned off the water. Dr. Evil looked online at some advice from the Sick Kid's and said we had to put her in a cool bath. I told him to wash the tub fast. He said "No, there was no time."
I said "Umm, YES because her skin is exposed and there are germs in the tub so WASH IT!"
That's honest the fastest I've ever seen him clean something. Filled it up with cool water and I forced her to sit in it and then hopped in with her. She was still trembling and screaming. Begging me to stop the pain. I just kept trying to calm her down because she had started to hyper-ventilate. I told Dr. Evil to grab some Tylenol and give it to her. I also told him to go a little above the recommended dose.
Thankfully, Dr. Evil had a Doctor's Appointment the same day and I told him to call and take her with him. After again arguing with him (and his panic mode) I convinced him that it would be better for him to just go with her and to leave me and the other one behind. Too many people are too big a distraction and he would just have to focus on her and I'll focus on the other one. He also wanted to go to the hospital but I told him not too. The clinic is big and my family doctor could check on her properly and if needed admit her to a hospital as he'd have quicker authority to do that than if we waited at an emergency room.
In this time Dr. Evil was suppose to pack a bag. He drove off and forgot it. I looked in the bag and realized I had to re-pack it. I had also dressed, soothed and calmed down my little burn victim and my little non-burn victim. He came back and I gave him the properly packed bag and sent him on his way.
Only after he left did my arms and hands begin to shake uncontrollably. I guess the auto-pilot on my brain finally turned off. It's a good thing it has that function because I realized Dr. Evil is a little useless in an emergency.
I called Dr. Evil to check up how she was doing. At first I was waiting for him to call and then I realized he was probably still in shock and would not be calling.
He said she was doing fine; they bandaged her up. Our quick-thinking prevented her from having much more severe burns. Gave us a list of things to do and ordered us to go nowhere until she was healed because of her exposed skin.
When I peeled off the bandages this morning I realized just how bad it was and how much more worse it could have been. Her exposed skin looked like raw hamburger and she was screaming while we were changing the dressing. It took us a good 2 hours to finish changing it. The worse was for me. I had to rub the medication all over her raw flesh and she did not like it one bit.
Yeah, definitely a nightmare.
She seems to be upset that she can't play and has to lay down all day. Having a mobile twin does not make things easier. Also if said mobile twin is getting jealous.
As she explained to me "Mommy, I don't touch the hot chocolate."
I replied "Yes, I know sweetiecakes and it's good that you listen to mommy or you would have legs like your sister and you don't want that do you?"
"No mommy, her legs are all bloody and yucky and ouchy"
"Yes, they are. . .but they'll get better"
From the looks of it; it's gonna be awhile. Now it's just a matter of finding as many fun activities that I can do indoors.
I'd like to make a shout out to my aunt's who called me and were understanding and sympathetic to me. Unlike my mother and sister-in-law.
My mother who completely blamed me (naturally) and my sister-in-law who is so desperate for her own child she could care less about what anyone says. Weirdos.
Well, let me end on the positive note. Thing 2 held Thing 1's hand while she was getting her bandages changed. She kept kissing her and said "It's okay sister, don't cry"
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Happy Mother's Day
This brought on the Lulz. . .
This is a definition I found. . .
A woman who conceives, gives birth to, or raises and nurtures a child.
I think it's much more than that. Obviously.
Whether Mum is here or not.
If she's called Grandma, Mom, Aunty, Sister or a whole host of other stuff.
She's there for you in one way or another.
As best as she can be.
I hope I'm there for them as best as I can be.
Because I'm their mom.
Now I'm someone who does not know how to relate to kids. I always say I hate them but that's not true . . .I don't hate them. I really don't know how to relate to them. Probably because as far as I'm concerned my own childhood was less than par. I guess since having my own I realize that you can go either way. Do the opposite or the exact same as your parent(s).
I'm trying to do better. I'll always be practical to a fault and even though I love them I always know what my goals are. To raise them to be able to take care of themselves. If they are able to take care of themselves they never have to worry. That's what I hope. And I have to start all of this from the time they are born until they are grown.
Like every mother's hope.
This is a definition I found. . .
A woman who conceives, gives birth to, or raises and nurtures a child.
I think it's much more than that. Obviously.
Whether Mum is here or not.
If she's called Grandma, Mom, Aunty, Sister or a whole host of other stuff.
She's there for you in one way or another.
As best as she can be.
I hope I'm there for them as best as I can be.
Because I'm their mom.
Now I'm someone who does not know how to relate to kids. I always say I hate them but that's not true . . .I don't hate them. I really don't know how to relate to them. Probably because as far as I'm concerned my own childhood was less than par. I guess since having my own I realize that you can go either way. Do the opposite or the exact same as your parent(s).
I'm trying to do better. I'll always be practical to a fault and even though I love them I always know what my goals are. To raise them to be able to take care of themselves. If they are able to take care of themselves they never have to worry. That's what I hope. And I have to start all of this from the time they are born until they are grown.
Like every mother's hope.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!
Friday, May 8, 2009
Always in a Funk
Yeah, I've disappeared off the planet because I was in a severe funk. I just get that way sometimes. It happened a lot to me when I was pregnant. I would just cry for hours. Terrible state to be in. Since I had Thing 1 and Thing 2 I don't seem to get them as much as I used to.
This goes way back for me. Had it in High School too but I took medication at that time. I sincerely don't want to take meds again because although I didn't get into funks anymore . . . I felt like I was a robot going on autopilot through life. Yeah, you don't get the funks but you don't have any joy either. . .just a bland existing. Not very pleasant.
Thing 1 and 2 were gone for the week to their godparents and then to my parents. They looked like they had fun; especially with their godparents. My parents aren't much of the interactive types but hey. . .they can take care of their basic needs in pinch.
Now they're home and today was a nice enough day that I said "F*ck it, let's go outside."
I filled up their kiddie pool and took their bikes out on the deck. Threw on their swimsuits and they were splashing and playing while I soaked up some sun and continued reading Twilight. I gotta say. . .after the halfway point that book is really hard to go through. Are these dinks gonna have sex or what?!
Anyways, I spent all that time outside soaking up some much needed Vitamin D and reading and in general relaxation mode. I even cut some watermelon for all of us to enjoy outside and grilled some burgers.
After we were all pleasantly tanned I came inside and felt like I finally had more energy. Whipped up a nice light soup and sat down to watch the Wiggles with the girls.
Still stressing on lots of things but today was a good today. I'm glad Dr. Evil is around to make excuses for me. He bought me more time to get better quickly.
If only they could invent that drug I saw Lisa Simpson take called Repressitol or was it Ignorital? If there was a real drug like that with no side effects that made me see smiley faces everywhere I went. . .I'd be set.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
I'm Brown?!
Just for fun. . .
()Your parents are strict
(x)You like bollywood music
(x)You've worn brown clothes
()Brown music is constantly playing in your house
(x)You've been to Gerrard street at least once
(x)You know who Shahrukh Khan is
(x)You know a badword in a brown language
(x)You've used a bad word in a brown language against someone
(x)You've accidentally said a brown word to a white person
(x)You've been to a brown country at least once
Total so far: 9
(x)Own at least one brown dress
(x)You like brown food
(x)You've watched those Brown serials on tv
(x)You've sang a brown song in public before
(x)You've screamed a brown word before.
(x)You scare white people or you have turned white people brown
(x)You admire a brown actor/actress like CRAZY !
(x)Your mom & dad's friends are your aunty and uncle
()You have to call your cousins or brothers & sisters who older then you a brown word
()You LOVE teaching white kids brown words
Total so far: 8
(x)you told your parents you got 98%, and they ask you what happened to the other two percent.
()There is a sale on any item, you buy 100 of them.
()When mail is a reinvestment... postage stamps are 're
(x)You never buy bin bags, but use your saved grocery bags for it.
()You put your clothes in suitcases instead of wardrobes.
(x)Your mother has a minor disagreement with her sister and doesn't talk to her for ten years.
(x)You call an older person you've never met before "uncle".
(x)Everyone is a family friend.
()You HAVE TO study law, medicine or engineering at university.
(x)You know no one who has studied music.
Total so far: 6
()Your best friend got married at the age of 17.
()You use chilli sauce instead of tomato ketchup.
()You fight over who pays the dinner bill .
(x) You're dad starts arguing with you or gets into a fight with you and tries to speak english so fast that he does not make any sense.
()You say you hate Brown films/songs but secretly watch/hear them
( )you make a big deal if you see a girl and guy talking
(x)You at times say "open the light" instead of "turn the light on".
()You're walking out of customs with your trolley at the airport and u see all twenty-five members of your family who have come to pick you up.
(x )You go back to your parents' country and people treat you like a member of the royal family.
()Your parents call all your friends "Beta" (son/daughter)
Total: 3
(x)Your parents drink atleast 3 cups of tea a day
(x)Your parents compare you to all of you friends.
(x)At least once a week your mom says, "I want to go to India/Pakistan/Guyana/ Trinidad "
(x)You're parent's always say while shopping abroad, "It's cheaper in India/Pakistan/Guyana/Trinidad/China"
()Everytime you do something wrong your parents threaten to send you to India/Pakistan/SriLanka/Guyana/Trinidad
(x)When you're at parties 'we're leaving now' means we'll leave in about 30 min
(x)You are in time for parties/ your family parties last till 1 am
(x)5ft. 5 Inches, is a record height in your family
() One of Your parents’ are doctors, engineers, or hotel/shop owners.
(x)A "B" or lower is totally unacceptable on your report card.
Total: 8
Multiply your score by two to get your brownness percentage...
34 x 2 = 68%
Geez, I just barely made the mark there. . .must be the CANADIAN in meh. . .eh :P
(x)You are in time for parties/ your family parties last till 1 am
(x)5ft. 5 Inches, is a record height in your family
() One of Your parents’ are doctors, engineers, or hotel/shop owners.
(x)A "B" or lower is totally unacceptable on your report card.
Total: 8
Multiply your score by two to get your brownness percentage...
34 x 2 = 68%
Geez, I just barely made the mark there. . .must be the CANADIAN in meh. . .eh :P
Friday, May 1, 2009
Deh Internets
Vacation is OVER!! Not that I was on a real one anyways. . .since I'm always at home - HA! Well, since sadness has set in I shall post my favourite internet memes to cheer me up.
I told Dr. Evil that this reminded me of him for some reason. LIKE A BOSS!
Yes, most folks would not admit to finding this funny. . .I'm not sure how my beloved 4Chan can get any more offensive. Well, there was moot being declared Times person of the year or something to that effect. . .PEDOBEAR!
Peanut Butter Jelly Time! (HA. . .even Family Guy got into the groove!)
For the Uber-nerd. . I am aware of World of Warcraft due to a certain Cave Troll. So I found the Leroy Jenkins meme much funnier than I should have. Leeeeerrrrooooyyyy Jeeeennnkkiinnss!
What, What. . .in the Butt (Hey, even Butters Stotch sang it!)
Dad's Home. . .and Dad can shoot lasers. . .PEW PEW!
Ha. . .I could probably go on and on.
Oprah saying 9000 penises
Don't Tase me Bro!
Numa Numa
Lolcats
Om nom nom
Yeah. . .I love me deh internets :)
Just so we're clear. . .this is in fact a filler post. . .Enjoy yer weekend!
I told Dr. Evil that this reminded me of him for some reason. LIKE A BOSS!
Yes, most folks would not admit to finding this funny. . .I'm not sure how my beloved 4Chan can get any more offensive. Well, there was moot being declared Times person of the year or something to that effect. . .PEDOBEAR!
Peanut Butter Jelly Time! (HA. . .even Family Guy got into the groove!)
For the Uber-nerd. . I am aware of World of Warcraft due to a certain Cave Troll. So I found the Leroy Jenkins meme much funnier than I should have. Leeeeerrrrooooyyyy Jeeeennnkkiinnss!
What, What. . .in the Butt (Hey, even Butters Stotch sang it!)
Dad's Home. . .and Dad can shoot lasers. . .PEW PEW!
Ha. . .I could probably go on and on.
Oprah saying 9000 penises
Don't Tase me Bro!
Numa Numa
Lolcats
Om nom nom
Yeah. . .I love me deh internets :)
Just so we're clear. . .this is in fact a filler post. . .Enjoy yer weekend!
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