“Whether the weather be fine, Whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold, Whether the weather be hot, We’ll weather the weather, Whatever the whether, Whether we like it or not”

November 30, 2006

On my way to work yesterday morning, the external temperature gauge in my van showed 65°F (18°C).

By lunchtime, the temperature had risen to 75°F (24°C).

I had to pick up SuperBoy early from the sitter yesterday afternoon; when I left work at 1:55, the temperature was 77°F (25°).

When I arrived at the sitter’s house seven minutes later, the wind was blowing and the temperature was 57°F (14°C).  That’s right.  A twenty-degree drop in seven minutes.  The cold front blew in just that quickly.

By the time I picked up The Drama Queen and Miss Attitude from gymnastics at 5:30, it was 44°F (7°C).

This morning we awoke to find a light layer of snow, slushy roads and frigid temperatures.  (28°F (-2°C))

With weather changes that drastic and that quick, I’m forecasting snotty noses, asthma trouble and chest colds, with a 60% chance of a trip to the pediatrician’s office next week.

“Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.”
–Oscar Wilde


A whole new level of repulsiveness

November 29, 2006

I watched a squirrel dodge traffic today, almost getting run over twice.  I was almost sad to see him escape…I could have used his freshly squished carcass to make me a Squirrel Melt.

Note: Link via Dave Barry’s blog.

Also note: No offense intended to my dear friend Squirl.

In the past three months…

November 28, 2006

…we’ve made four trips to the E.R. – one in September for Miss Attitude’s sprained ankle, and three in this month alone: two visits – two weeks apart – to the local E.R. for Deputy Dad’s kidney stone troubles (documented here and here), and one to the E.R. in [larger town an hour away, where we go for shopping and doctor visits] for Miss Attitude’s chest x-ray, which confirmed her pneumonia diagnosis.

In the last two months, we’ve made seven trips to the pediatrician’s office (in [larger town]) and one trip (this afternoon) to Miss Attitude’s pediatric pulmonologist.

Also in the last two months, we’ve filled seventeen prescriptions for the kids (2 for The Drama Queen, 3 for SuperBoy, 12 for Miss Attitude (a.k.a. Princess Asthma)) and six prescriptions for Deputy Dad and his stoned kidneys.

At this point, I’m about as drained as my bank account is.

And yet…

Standing in the pulmonologist’s office this afternoon, I perused the pictures of pediatric patients filling the bulletin board behind the front desk.  At first glance, it was a collage of smiling children.  As I studied it closer, though, I noticed several children with obvious signs of Down’s Syndrome.  Some of those children – and a few others – were also living with tracheotomies, drawing each breath through a tube in their necks.  I saw other children whose growth had been adversely affected from a lifetime of respiratory steroid use.

As we were waiting our turn to see the pulmonologist, two children (from two different families) came out of the exam rooms in wheelchairs; both had tracheotomies, both were severely handicapped.

One more inspection of the bulletin board, and I noticed a newspaper clipping.  Oh, I thought, one of the patients must have made the news, participating in a school or community function.  I was instantly nauseated when I realized the clipping was an obituary notice.  A young girl – fourteen years old – had lost a battle with cancer.  I thought about that girl, about her parents, her family.

It’s so easy to feel so discouraged, so burdened, so…overwhelmed when the kids have been sick and the husband’s been sick and things just aren’t going well at all.  But…my GOSH, how very blessed I am.

Yes, Miss Attitude has asthma.  But it’s treatable.  And she’s never been hospitalized for it (knock on wood).  And her pediatrician and pulmonologist work together (with us) to take excellent care of her.

Yes, SuperBoy has a speech delay.  But we’re getting help for that NOW, rather than waiting until he’s in school.  And yes, the progress is so. very. slow.  But, still.  It’s progress.  And even though he doesn’t say a lot of words, he communicates very well, and his comprehension is excellent.  And he’s smart as a whip, that little guy.

And Deputy Dad’s kidney stones are treatable.  And we’re dealing with The Drama Queen’s Issues (which I don’t blog about, but still.  They are there.  The Issues.).  And even though we’re flat broke, we have so much more than so many others.

It occurs to me now that this entry may not be making much sense, so I’ll try to sum it up…

What I really mean to say is this:  Suddenly, today, I remember how very lucky – how very blessed – I am.  And I just wanted to share that with you.

I think I can, I think I can…

November 27, 2006

NaBloPoMo, Day 27.  Three more days to go!

In lieu of anything remotely interesting, here’s a sampling of search terms which have brought unsuspecting visitors to this site recently.  I’ve linked to the posts the searches found.

is should’ve a word?
Why, yes.  It certainly is.

meaning “a little pregnant”
You’ll find no answers here.  May I suggest an EPT?

Bury Your Dead Arm warmers
I have no freaking idea what that means, but I’m sure this page wasn’t any help at all.

Oh, good grief.  The woman was on The Bachelor 3 1/2 years ago.  Get over it already.  (Although…that entry is one of my favorites.  I hope you enjoyed it, whoever you are.)

would of would’ve grammar mistake
I am absolutely thrilled so many folks are finding Granny Grammar so helpful.

sparkly ladybug nose rings
So…you’re looking for a sparkly nose ring in the shape of a ladybug…or…a sparkly nose ring FOR your pet ladybug?

“you know your life is incredibly lame”
Well, yes, I’m afraid it is.

should’ve is not a word
It most certainly is, too; however, “should of” is an abomination.  Now, go forth and spread the word.

Recent conversation at the LadyBug house

November 26, 2006

LadyBug [to The Drama Queen and Miss Attitude]:  Would you girls pick up the living room for me, real quick, please?

The Drama Queen [expressing shock, dismay and omigod-itude, all in one word]:  WHAT?!?!

LB [speaking slowly and exaggeratedly]:  I said. would. you girls. pick up. the living room. for me. please?  Do we need to go to the doctor and have your hearing checked?


LB:  That was a question.  Do we need to have your hearing checked?


LB:  Well…did you hear what I said the first time I said it?


LB:  Did. you. hear. what. I. said. the first. time?

TDQ:  Yes!

LB:  Then why did you say, “WHAT?!?!”

TDQ:  MOOO-OOOM, you KNOW that’s what I always say when I don’t wanna do it!

LB:  Ah-ha!

“Love is not consolation. It is light.” — Nietzsche

November 25, 2006

Even the smallest light permeates the darkness.

Last week, in the midst of my stressing and worrying, The Drama Queen and Miss Attitude unexpectedly surprised me with this keychain, purchased with their own money, and without my knowledge:


They called it an “early Thanksgiving present.”  I called it a flicker of light.

So I’m sitting here, staring at this blank page…

November 24, 2006

…and, really, I have no clue what to write.

But I’m committed to NaBloPoMo, so here I am.

Let’s see…what to say, what to say?

Oh!  Deputy Dad’s kidney stone pain has suddenly and mysteriously disappeared, leaving us to wonder if he passed it.  We’ll see how the weekend goes…if he doesn’t have any more pain, he’ll call the urologist’s office Monday and see if the doc wants to get another x-ray.  Wouldn’t it be just grand if the damn thing is gone, and he doesn’t have to have surgery after all?

Let’s see…what else?

Mother-In-Law and I got up at 4:30 this morning and went to Wal-Mart at 5:00 for the Big Sale.  I got The Drama Queen and Miss Attitude each an iDog, and SuperBoy a 2 1/2-foot tall Superman.  Once the initial shopping rush wore off, the holy-crap-I’ve-been-up-since-4:30 kicked in, and I spent the rest of the day exhausted.

Hey, you know what the best thing about today is?  It’s only Friday!  We still have the whole weekend ahead of us!  Weeeeeee!

Okay, I’m off to eat some leftover pie and go to bed.  Goodnight, folks.