Tuesday, September 30, 2008

No news yet

So Fred went to the doctor last week, only to find out that he has to wait 2 more weeks to get his MRI read. What a psych! Can you imagine having 7 big ol' tumors on your brain, then waiting 4 weeks to find out whether they have grown, and then be told, "uh, sorry, you have to keep waiting". I think I'd be a little upset. Yeah. That's it. Upset.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

The New Epileptic Barbie

I just saw a commercial for a new Bratz doll that you can make "dance". Or move thier head and upper body in this twitchy way. I swear it looks like they are having a seizure. I'm sure young girls will think this is so cool. Personally, I don't want my 9 yo shaking her goodies like that.

Girl loves her Barbies and Bratz, but only for the clothes and hair. She spends hours changing outfits and making new 'dos. They sometimes go shopping, or hang out in Barbie's townhouse. That Barbie has a groovy pad, you know.

Why are we asking our girls to grow up so fast? Why are we encouraging them to be tramps? My day will be made when Amish Barbie hits the shelves. Her accessories will be a basket of cookies, flat shoes, a box of thank you notes and a bra.

Dare to dream?

We still don't know

The BIL never called yesterday with test results. I can only think this means bad news. Yikes.

On a lighter note, I disabled the requirement that you be a "member" to post comments to my blog. Now any old shmoo can say whatever he or she wants.

My cat is biting my arm. It's gonna be one of those days.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Time to hit your knees.

My BIL finds out tomorrow if his 7 brain tumors were helped by chemo. We're all praying for good news. Please send your prayers, good energy, happy thoughts, small amounts of cash, what ever you can spare, because he needs it. Pray for guidance for the doctors and medical staff.

This is scary stuff.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

How true is this?


I know someone who has two nerdy sons who are always well-slicked, tucked and belted. These poor boys have hair so well-shellacked that it's still shiny at the end of the day. The mom is probably the type who won't let them sit on their beds after she makes them in the morning.

This mom also ALWAYS has fresh-baked cookies waiting for her two playground targets when they get home. After she picks them up from school in her minivan. She puts the cookies in the oven. Picks up the kids. And.....PRESTO! The cookies are done when they get home. Can you imagine how long it took to get that timing down?

This person makes me sad. She has absolutely no life other than waiting on her family. She doesn't work outside the home. She smiles and bakes cookies and makes beds.

What would she do if her husband were to die? What skills could she use to support her family? I fear that she is so wrapped up in her little perfect world that this scenario hasn't been considered.

I guess she's probably too busy baking cookies.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Yeah, yeah, yeah

OK, so I'm a big fat liar and I haven't posted for a LONG time. Life got in the way of life. School fundraiser and cheerleading and dogs and work.

Today is the Fall Festival parade. Both kids are in it. Girl is riding the cheerleading float, and boy is riding the soccer float. Each has a bag of 200 dum dums to throw. Hope that is enough.

I've realized that I'm a very bad friend. I missed a good friend's birthday on the 14th. I had a present and everything, I just totally spaced it off. I could give lots of reasons, but I just forgot. How to make it up to her? Can I? Time will tell.

Must get ready for the parade. Yeehaw.