Betty White can kiss my ass. I’m old, but I’m not THAT old.
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Author Archives: Rhonda
The Good, the bad and the ugly – part 3
The Ugly.
Crohn’s disease is an evil bitch.
I stopped getting my infusion therapy back in April and started Humira about six weeks ago. It hasn’t given me any relief yet, but I am hopeful that it will … I have two friends who have experienced tremendous improvement with their Rheumatoid Arthritis.
But that being said, the last two months have been hell. Not even the steroids seem to be helping me anymore, and I had a few weeks where I only left my house to go to work. I felt like I was developing a mild case of social anxiety disorder, so I’ve been doing my best to combat the desire to stay home all the time. (Don’t want to wind up a recluse with 50 cats and a home shopping channel addiction. Next thing you know I’d turn up on some crazy reality show, and it’s all downhill from there.) It’s so hard to stay hopeful and positive, so thank God that I have children. Sometimes they are the only reason I can get myself going.
One interesting part of this new drug is that it is self-injection. I am getting four hours a month back now that I don’t have to get my meds via infusion, but I had to mentally prepare to administer the shots to myself. The first dose was just too much to handle (four shots in the belly at one time), so my doctor’s nurse graciously offered to help. I nearly passed out, so thank goodness I didn’t do it myself at home. But now I am a pro … it’s amazing what you can do when you have to.
So help cheer me up … tell me about something that you now do that you never thought you could or would.
The Good, the bad and the ugly – part 2
The Bad.
While I was in Miami, Dan took Deuce (my cat) to a “farm” (a guy Dan works with lives on several acres and has a barn). Yes, he had been pissing in the house, and we had discussed our options for dealing with it, but I didn’t expect him to vanish while I was out of town. (In Dan’s defense, he thought it would be easier on me that way.)
The girls had said their goodbyes, so I resisted the urge to demand Deuce’s immediate return (take him away and then bring him back, only to potentially take him away again if we couldn’t resolve the pissing issue?), but after a week I couldn’t stand it anymore. So they tried to retrieve him, but apparently Deuce didn’t get along very well with the barn cats and was nowhere to be found.
I’ve been back over there several times looking for him, and I’ve put an alert in with the local animal control facilities … but I am heartbroken. I feel like I failed him. And I will forvever wonder where he is and what is happening to him.
The Good, the bad and the ugly – part 1
Today, the Good. It’s been a great month. The first week of May, I went to Mom 2.0 in Miami. For those who don’t know, it’s a mom blogger conference. I met a lot of interesting women and spent three days at the Ritz-Carlton Key Biscayne, which was a much-needed treat on its own.
But, I also met Sam Bee, who was super funny and personable:
And I had Jenny the Bloggess sign her book for me:
With requested profanity, of course:
And I got to hang out at the Versace Mansion in South Beach.
We also went an Astros game for the first time as a family this month. The girls looked adorable in their Astros gear, and were excellent fans. Little Scarlett even has a superstitious side to her, telling me if we clapped 20 times before each batter, he would hit the ball. So cute. We ended the night with dinner at Vic & Anthony’s … a tradition Dan and I had long before kiddos came into the picture. Anabella had her first taste of their infamous crab cakes and Scarlett enjoyed some of the best mac & cheese I’ve ever had. (The blue box stuff might be out for good at our house.)
And the month ended with my birthday. A non-event really, but I had a lot of nice celebrations … ending with a birthday slumber party for me and my friend Kim with four of our dearest friends this past Saturday night at a fancy hotel. We brought in tons of food and cocktails, and just talked, played games and acted silly. (Some of us more silly than others, right Kim?) Through all the changes and the ups and downs of life, I am somehow lucky enough to maintain an amazing circle of friends. So grateful for that!
WTF? Wednesday
Really??
Mommy has a dirty mind
When I got home last night, Anabella and Scarlett were at the kitchen table drawing with the nanny. I picked up a few of their drawings to take a look and was really suprised to see that my children were drawing penises.
I calmly asked Anabella “what are these?” to which she replied, “It’s the monorail at Disney!”
Of course. And your mommy is a perv.
WTF Wednesday
Notice anything out of place in this photo?
Maybe, the COYOTE that’s hanging around behind our fence at noon?
I’ve seen one before, but that was at 3 a.m. Not in the middle of the day, out in the common area where people play with their kids, walk their dogs, fish, etc.
WTF?
No matter how many times I watch this …
I always laugh. Loudly. Enjoy.
Adventures in Parenting
I found this drawing in Anabella’s backpack this morning … totally stumped on what to do. Ignore it? Ask her about it? Say something to her teacher? Do I really have to talk to my 6-year-old daughter about what a “Ho” is?! Geesh.
Thoughts? I am open to any and all suggestions!
WTF? Wednesday
Really? Are we wearing bandanas around our necks again?
The story behind this photo is almost as funny as a dude sporting a bandana 1800s style. I am pulling into the bank when I see this guy. Of course, I’m all “is that guy wearing a bandana around his neck?!” He heads inside, I quickly jump out of my car and go inside. I’m just about to snap a photo when the super attentive bank rep jumps up and asks to help me. She ushers me into her cubicle and we start talking about a car loan. She is putting my information in the computer, and I try to be stealth and put my phone up to take a photo before Bandana Man disappears. I look back at her, and she is looking at me with this huge smile on her face. Then she whispers “what are you doing?” Clearly we are now girlfriends. “That guy is wearing a bandana. Around his neck. Like a necklace. I have to take a photo for my blog.” She looks and says “has anyone even BOUGHT a bandana since 1980?” And we both giggle. Of course, he is probably a lovely man, and I’m going to hell for making fun. But seriously. A bandana?
Make your own speed limit?
This sign has been blank since January. It would almost be fun to get pulled over, because clearly the speed limit is somewhere between 30 and 70. And the crazy part is there are cops on this stretch of road all the time. Surely they’ve noticed the blank speed limit sign? WTF?