She can see clearly now, part 2...

Here's Strawberry Shortcake with her new glasses. We picked them up yesterday before school. Unlike Poufy, she couldn't confirm whether she could see or not in them....grrrrreat.

Tune in next week when we find out when CDQ gets her glasses and if the oldest and the boy need glasses too.

Oh, and Hubs will be getting new ones in March.

As for me, I think I can see. I've passed all the eye tests, even the ones they can't see with flying colors. Phew! I don't think I should pay for them to tell me I can read all the charts. lol

Sometimes the words just don't come out right...

and I don't even notice.

Yesterday in the car, Hubs and I were talking politics and somehow we came around to Clinton and Monica. This is how the conversation went:

Me: "I just can't believe that woman is making purses and became famous for what she did. "
Hubs: "Purses.?"
Me: "Yeah, she makes these fugly purses and people actually buy them. "
Hubs: "Really.?"
Me: "Yep. Clinton got into all this trouble and yet she became famous for being a whore , which they both are and what I don't understand is why no one has gone down on her."
Hubs: *What I thought was silence became extreme chuckling. *
Me: *rethinking what I just said...doh! I meant come down on her, no one has come down on her... Yeesh.*

Later on when I was ironing on the kids Girl Scout Patches the whole conversation entered my mind again and I got a fit of giggles because I started to wonder just what I've said to people over the years. I know some people will grin or chuckle when I am talking to them and I'll ask what and they'll just shake their head and say nothing.

Wonder what little gems I have dropped here and there over the years. *rolling my eyes*

Someone come and yank me off of this Wii...*

I finally pulled myself off of the Wii and Dance Dance Revolution. I guess I'm just trying to block out the day that I really don't know what to do with.

So for the past 3 hours I have been battling the Wii. I never really realized just how competitive I was until we got this thing.

My perfectionism really is coming out and it's ugly. Hubs hasn't said anything but...come closer so he can't hear...

I think he's scared.

I took this Wii fitness test on the 8th with no practice. It says that my Wii Fitness Age is 33. I was 31 when I took the test and now I am 32 and I am still not happy. I am officially 60 lbs overweight and scored this and STILL not happy.

I don't know if anyone remembers this post. But even though it said my brainage is 28, I'm still not happy. The youngest you can score on both is 20. That's what I want. LOL!

I have a hard time accepting my loss to a toy. If I knew where my cable to upload pictures was right now I would post exactly what I am talking about. Maybe another time.

I will beat this thing. I will.

Are any of you as obssessive-compulsive as me? Probably not, huh?

*Shrinking back into my little corner of the internet, getting ready to jump back on the mat. lol*


*Updated to show you just how sick and twisted I am... I found my camera cable.

This is what I am talking about...If you look at my scores I mainly did better than the Wii but I still lost. They make her slightly better than me somehow to make her win.



















As soon as I hit publish, I got back on and this happened... Do you see I still did better than her on my score and still lost!




















It ticked me off so bad that this came of it in the next game...

All is right in the world now and I have turned off the Wii. I have conquered and I can now rest. hehehe

I need help don't I?

"School is Absent Today???" Poufy-age 7

My lucky day(note sarcasm, lol)...the kids are home from school because last night we had weather that I would guess resembled a small blizzard. Snow pelting in every direction because of strong winds. It was very odd.

First we got an automated call at 6:17 am saying that they were delaying school by 2 hours. Then we got a call at 8:30 saying the roads were too icy; forget about school.

What I didn't blog about yesterday is the fact that when "I" (the kid's little cousin) was here he spilled the beans about Cindy's suicide (the kid's 14 year old cousin who killed herself last year). The therapist told me that the oldest told her somewhat about it last week. I don't really believe that he just out and said it. I think my kids questioned him because her death was over a year ago and I doubt it would have been at the forefront of his mind. My sister feels awful about it. I told her not to worry and that there's no problem but I don't know if she believes me.

Yesterday we decided that today would be the day that we should tell the kids. I totally forgot it was my birthday and I'm a little worried that because it is a day that we will remember every year it will be a reminder of Cindy.

But then again, I never know what's going through their heads. Right now, none of them have remembered. So, my guess is today is as good a day as any.

Lord, give me strength.

A vagi what?

So, today we went to the appointment and I had the ultrasound.

I have to admit, before we went in I was all kinds of nervous about labs. I haven't had a shot or blood drawn since 1999. I've seen the kids get shots and have blood drawn and I've seen Hubs stabbed several million times. So, when they told me it was going to be just an ultrasound I was like "SURE! LET'S GO!" and then they said I had to empty my bladder, "NO PROBLEMO!" and then I walked in the ultrasound room.

Stirrups, seen those before...not with oven mitts on them but whatever... The nurse started telling me that the procedure would be easier than a pap smear and blah blah blah. I didn't really hear the rest because I saw Hubs open-mouthed staring at something. Then I saw what he was staring at.

Uh... I guess I was envisioning the goop on my tummy ultrasound but instead I was met with a plastic wand. I said "Um, what are we doing exactly." She said a transvaginal ultrasound and was reassuring me it wasn't going to hurt. The wand was for my pikachu. I told her "Oh, I'm on my period." (because surely someone forgot to tell them). She basically said great and it was the perfect time to check my follicles. I had to strip from the waist down. The doctor put goop on, then a condom and more goop.

I stopped him and I think I gave him the shock of his life. I told him I was still a virgin. Why do I think I gave him the shock of his life? Because he gaped at me for like 30 seconds (maybe even 45.) and then he said he would be really careful and that there might be blood... I was so nervous, I chirped "well doesn't really matter than because I am already bleeding! HAHAHAHA" ARGH! I hate that I laugh like a dork when I am nervous. I guess I should also mention that this doctor couldn't be very much older than me. So. Strange. That didn't help my nervousness... not because he was young but because well..."Hi, I just met you, here go ahead and poke me and did I mention I'm bleeding...oh and did we go to HIGH SCHOOL together?". He kept apologizing the whole time and again before he left. I felt bad for him.

It hurt. It still hurts. I think I've ventured well into TMI territory but I think I lost my virginity to an ultrasound wand. Happy 32nd birthday to me!

Anyway, the ultrasound. He found a fibroid on one side and 6 follicles. On the other side he found a cyst that he said was perfectly normal and 6 more follicles. He said all and all very good. Chances are good. I'm young and my stuff is good.

I think I messed up when he was slowly trying to take the wand out. I basically yanked myself off it because it hurt so bad.

Anyway, Hubs has now been referred to a urologist who will discuss retrieval processes with us.
We are thinking that he will have to have sperm retrieved from his testes with a needle. I have to make that appointment for us to find out. If it is the case that he has sperm, they will retrieve it, freeze it. Put me on drugs to promote egg whatever and than also put me on the pill so that they can control my period to the exact day that we want to try and conceive. Which we think is sometime in August. (I'm crazy, I insist that I must still be able to put up and take down the Christmas lights.) It has to be done via IVF because they are thinking that Hubs isn't going to have a very high sperm count and that they will have to put the sperm and egg together in the lab and than put it in me.

We went out to lunch at The Olive Garden afterwards. Hubs asked if I wanted to still do this because it is very expensive. I turned it around and asked him if he was having second thoughts. He immediately answered no without ANY hesitation. He said he was worried about me because I'm the one who basically has to do it all.

I told him as long as he was ready to put up with me being extra uh, lets say something that rhymes with witchy. He said he didn't think it was possible. I said "What do you mean?" He said "were you here last week?" I don't even remember last week. I think I told off two nurses and went head to head with CDQ's teacher and her teacher's assistant. Other than that and the kids being especially awful, I dunno what he's talking about.

I told him he hadn't seen nothing yet. lol

Charting...

I've been trying to do the charts since Flo started visiting 3 days ago.

I have a problem. I never get a solid block of 3 hours of sleep. Never.

Last night Hubs had a million problems all night long. I was up and down almost every hour. He has spasms if he isn't laying right in bed. He has a hospital bed. So I constantly have to put his head up or down or pull him back up in bed. Basically, I'm turning him all night long so he doesn't get sores and so that he can sleep. He's 6 feet tall and pretty big so this tiny bed is more of a boon to him. It folds in his back when he sits up and then he ends up falling sideways. It's just a pain.

For BBT, it says that you have to have a solid three hour block of sleep and not move before you take your temp. But if I am getting up and down and up and down and never really even sleep a full hour, how am I supposed to do that?

Also, thanks to Scrawn, my first day of temping might be skewed because she turned on the electric blanket to medium. (I've gotten smarter than the cat and I've removed the electric blanket.) I didn't know until afterwards.

I'm a little nervous about tomorrow. I don't think they'll find anything wrong with me. I'll have to ask about the prenatal pills because quite honestly, I stopped taking them. They were making me feel sick and when I did a search, well it came up with information I thought I better stick to.

See, I think I *might* have a thyroid problem and it might be working in conjunction with this thing called Addison's disease or something like that. I mean, I'm self-diagnosing and probably totally wrong. However, when I googled my symptoms with the prenatals and a warning came up revolving around these two things. Well, I thought "oh crap!" and decided to stop them because I might be making myself sicker. I'm probably all wrong about these things, otherwise if I am right, I should go to med. school. lol

So tomorrow they check my follicles and make sure I don't have any cysts or fibroids.

There's a chance. It runs in my family. My baby sister who is 23 has had ovarian cancer. I believe they have removed it twice and I know that if they have to go in again, they will perform a hysterectomy on her. That's what they have told her. One more time. Can you imagine being so young and having to face that? I feel bad for her.

Anyway, I don't really know what all they are going to tell us tomorrow. I am nervous for some reason.

I guess I'll be really nervous when they run tests on Hubs because we both think it boils down to him really.

I don't know...wish us luck...I guess.

What God heard from me at Church today and what he might have said back...

for some reason the kids were awful today. Some of them are sick but even so yesterday was a perfect day. Today...not so perfect.

Before Church, everyone was scurrying around because at the last minute we decided to go to the Spanish mass since we had to be there for a first confession meeting at about the same time mass was ending.

Actually, we've been trying all the different mass times since we are trying to find the "right" one for us. Now that we had the middle seat installed we can do things because there is a seat in the van for everyone.

Anyway, at Church, we found pews where I thought we would be out of the way when people went up for communion. The thing was that the kids had to sit behind Hubs and Me. Well they seemed to think that made them invisible or something.

They talked and fought and shoved and everything you can think of. I was mortified. No body else seemed to mind but I did. I kept shooting them looks that they seemed to be ignoring. So, finally during the sign of peace, I was able to say something. It went like this:

Me to CDQ: Peace be with you andyoubetternotshoveanybodyagainscootover.
Me to the boy: Peace be with you, youneedtocutitoutandbehavemakesureyoukneel.
Me to Strawberry Shortcake: Peace be with you, shutupnow.

Lovely, eh?

I glanced up to see the woman directly behind them staring at me with a huge grin on her face. I was embarrassed but what else was I supposed to do?

Afterwards, a woman came up to me and whispered in my ear "Your girls are so well behaved, I'm proud of you." It was so strange. When she whispered that to me I was facing the crucifix and because I am short and she was taller I was looking up towards Jesus on the cross. It was a whisper and then it was gone...

Life is interesting.