Wednesday, December 14, 2011


We r puny.

Strep throat among the ranks.

I took an antibiotic from the jar of emergency a.d.d. leftover pills from previous issues.

Well, don't you have those?  
They give you a jar of 86 pills...
take three times a day for the next millennium
and who can always keep focused that long.

I woke up in the middle of the night 
feeling better until some sort of 
germaphobe anxiety attack crept
into my pea brain.  
I could not go back to sleep 
imagining all of those 
nasty streptococcal bugs 
having a party all over my house.

It was so disturbing that I got up 
and put a few of my blankies in the wash.

Speaking of disturbing,
if you are brave look at this.  
but beware because I regretted googling images of Strep Throat.

You couldn't resist could you?
EEEEW I only glanced for one second before I made the link.
Again Sorry.


So I cranked open all of the windows as soon as I got outta bed.
Threw Milo under a pile of blankets 
and gave him the remote.
Put on Elsa's snowboots and mittens,
And declared WAR ON STREP!

My new best friend Clorox
danced with me through the house,
and everybody got clean bedding.

Then we got our internal weapons
aka amoxicillion.
Our town just got a new pop machine at the hospital,
aka instimeds.

You just type in the 
numbers for your prescription and 
out drops your meds.

I have been there three days
in a row as there are so many subjects in my charge. 

And yes,Mom, I got a real prescription for me too.

The people that work at the hospital are looking at me funny.
Thinking "oh there is that junkie with all of her snot nosed kids."

So hopefully we have 
got this thing about whipped.
We are thawing out now with the afternoon sun shining through our closed windows and the heater blasting fresh clean air.

Hope those little streppies
have learned not to mess with me
or my babies.

PS. comment if you looked at the link!

Sunday, December 11, 2011

P(purposefully) M(making up) S(stuff to be cranky about)

gonna be real honest here.
i am in the depths of it.
i once asked the Dr. if, 
for the sake of the children, 
there was anything he could give me 
for this little problem.

He said, 

and i quote,

"Watch what you eat and exercise 
and just have some self control."

OK. and thanks a million.

now stay with me here...

i gotta run and check on elsa,
i hear the beeping of my cell phone and 
i gotta see who she is randomly dialing...

Ok. i am back.
and to whoever she called,
please don't mistake that for 
a heavy breathing prank call.
Dang caller-ID anyways.

Back to PMS...
(Isn't that the way it always goes?)

Well, ok. i will exercise.
So i set my alarm for 5:30.
A good hour before anybody gets up.
For three days i sweat and bounce 
my flabby self 
along on the treadmill
with no incidents like this mind you.

But on the fourth day it happens.

Alarm goes off.

i hit snooze and have the back and forth
bantering self talk about 
how after yesterday
sleep would be more productive than exercise
in the analysis of self preservation.

And just the time the health enthusiast 
in me wins the argument,

I hear something from afar...



baby radar.

every. single. time.

Alright I guess if I can't exercise to fix this issue...

I will watch what I eat.

So I watch it.

I eat everything in sight.
and I watch it go into my mouth.

Still no changes.

I think that Dr. needs to take 
some refresher courses.

Friday, December 9, 2011

In the lab

Been spending lots of 
time in the Laboratory.

Sewing tags for my sister's new store
Calamity Pass Trading Company.

Sorting Crayons and Markers.

Removing chewed up crayons from the traps of certain green toothed individuals.


Breaking up battles over paper and table space.

Labeling all of my junk so I can recover quicker from my creative tornado issues.

 Making crap out of feathers and leather and whatever else I uncover in my stash.

Enjoying the company of whatever
kid decides to sit for a bit.

And loving watching their own 
creativity blossom.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

mess with mama = TROUBLE!

We have been busy.

Crazy busy.

Well maybe just crazy 
because when I sit back and think about it, 
I can't even remember what we have done.

Josi and I spent the better part of one day playing cards.  

We had a little bet thing going on.  
If you lose....
well just watch the video.  

And you might have to turn your head to the side because 
although I can whip anyone except my sister Amy 
at a game of Spit,
 I don't know how to hold a camera!

There was NO way I was gonna lose!

 And no Josi wasn't really crying and yes she herself set the stakes!

Doncha be messin' with the Mama!