We started watching the series from the beginning a few weeks ago--since my messed up back means I spend a lot of time in bed--and we're racing to get through all 7 seasons. Sometimes we watch five or six episodes a day.
Well, the other day my two year old came up to me and said, "Mom, let's watch Charmed!"
My sister and I were happy to oblige.
Well, at one point in the episode two of the characters started making out.
My two year old cozied up to me and said, "Ah! I LOVE the kissing!!!" At which point he started passionately making out with my arm.
I don't even want to be around when this kid gets hormones.
Monday, November 13, 2006
I'm almost too embarassed to post this
but the other day I was nursing my baby girl and my two year old came up to me. He said, "mom, those are your boobs."
I said, "You are so right about that, kid."
Then he looked at them and said, "Can I touch them?"
And I said, "you most certainly may not."
And he said, "But I want to EAT them!"
I said, "You are so right about that, kid."
Then he looked at them and said, "Can I touch them?"
And I said, "you most certainly may not."
And he said, "But I want to EAT them!"
The Palace
Or, the "goddess palace" and my best friend and I call it, is FINISHED! And it's beautiful. Just really beautiful.
What it is: a tuff shed that we insulated, dry walled, and wired with electricity. And when I say "we" I mean my best friend. She did all the work. I just sat there watching her most of the time. Fractured spine and all. Oh, and I hired an electrician. My best friend wanted to do the electricity herself, but she is frankly a crazy person.
Why we built it: Ever hear of the whole "room of one's own" concept? That's what this is. Only it's a shed. It's a beautiful (and I do mean beautiful) place where no babies are allowed. There are bookshelves, a fridge, a microwave, a loft with a bed, a lazy-boy, a 10-ft. long desk, and some other stuff. The first time I stood alone in it after it was finished I started crying.
And it was SO FUN to build. Seriously. You wouldn't think that dropping a small fortune on dry wall and nails and staple guns would be fun, but it was really, really fun. It reminded me of when I was in third grade and my friend Tiffany and I would secretly play Barbies together. We knew we were supposed to be too old for Barbies, and we knew we couldn't *tell* anyone that we did it, but we did it anyway.
What it is: a tuff shed that we insulated, dry walled, and wired with electricity. And when I say "we" I mean my best friend. She did all the work. I just sat there watching her most of the time. Fractured spine and all. Oh, and I hired an electrician. My best friend wanted to do the electricity herself, but she is frankly a crazy person.
Why we built it: Ever hear of the whole "room of one's own" concept? That's what this is. Only it's a shed. It's a beautiful (and I do mean beautiful) place where no babies are allowed. There are bookshelves, a fridge, a microwave, a loft with a bed, a lazy-boy, a 10-ft. long desk, and some other stuff. The first time I stood alone in it after it was finished I started crying.
And it was SO FUN to build. Seriously. You wouldn't think that dropping a small fortune on dry wall and nails and staple guns would be fun, but it was really, really fun. It reminded me of when I was in third grade and my friend Tiffany and I would secretly play Barbies together. We knew we were supposed to be too old for Barbies, and we knew we couldn't *tell* anyone that we did it, but we did it anyway.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Yes, I have a fractured spine
At least, two doctors said I did. One told me I had a broken vertebrae and then went to the hallway to confirm with his doctor friend who also thought it was broken. But there was this one radiologist who disagreed and said it could be something else (because no one thought to take pictures--they thought my back pain would magically go away!-- until, like, months after the accident, so things change after months and things that look like they might be fractures can apparently be confused with I dunno what). I don't know what they wrote in my medical file. But they all agreed that my spine is messed up. I think he was saying I have a ruptured disk, a herniated disk, a torn disk, and an assortment of ripped ligaments all along the cortical, thorassic, and lumbar spine. Something medical and horrifying like that. It's that drunk dude's fault who hit us in that really bad car accident just after my baby was born. I actually got subpeonaed for the first time, by the way. Pretty exciting. I'm a witness for the prosecution in a criminal jury trial. It's almost like I'm the star of my very own TV show! I can't decide what to wear... :-)
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