Happy Frickin Spring Break
Ah yes, another spring break spent in the greater Chicagoland area. What could be more grand? Let's recap the week:
1. Devin's Fat Blob Surgery- D went under the knife this week to remove his age-old hip blob. It's what he's been using as his excuse for years to not go pants shopping ("Pants don't fit me right because of this dang fat blob!"). Now, we'll see.
2. Stupid Frickin' Root Canal- I don't know why I waste precious vacation time for crap like this. Here I must restate my belief that all dentists are evil. Who knowingly chooses a career that inflicts that kind of torture on mankind? The most disgusting thing was that during the procedure, I noticed this foul smell. It was sort of a garbage/nasty feet/ blue cheese combo. Guess what, it was coming from my tooth! Great! "Oh, that's just from the infection," the dentist replies, in his most nonchalant manner. Oh, pardon me for being mortified that this horrific odor was eminating from my mouth. Silly me.
3. Stupid Frickin' Michael Barrett- I like to blame all of the Cubs problems on him; it's just my thing. I find the more I razz him, the better he does. And, it looks like I need to get busy wit dat. We do need him to CATCH THE BALL FOR FRICK'S SAKE.... OH AND COULD YOU HIT THE BALL ONCE? That'd be nice, too.
4. Woodfield!- Through absolutely no actual effort on my part, I've somehow gotten to a size smaller than before I was pregnant with Beanz. This has left me with no actual pants that fit in any respectable way. So the weather's crappy, so we thought we'd head to the mall for some shopping. Bad idea. Beanz apparently did not care that Mommy doesn't have any pants, for she was a raving lunatic. We thought we would encourage her love of animals by dining at the Rainforest Cafe. There's so much I can say about this here, but it really has drained my lifeforce and my intelligence. Just know that it was bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, very bad.
5. Beanz 15 mo. check-up- Bad baby shots, I hate doing this. But in every other regard our child is healthy, and I thank God for that. Dr. said she should be saying 3-5 words by now, to which I had to reply, "She's saying 3-5 word sentences." Yeah, she's a blabbermouth... don't know where she gets that from.
All in all, it's been a fun week.
1. Devin's Fat Blob Surgery- D went under the knife this week to remove his age-old hip blob. It's what he's been using as his excuse for years to not go pants shopping ("Pants don't fit me right because of this dang fat blob!"). Now, we'll see.
2. Stupid Frickin' Root Canal- I don't know why I waste precious vacation time for crap like this. Here I must restate my belief that all dentists are evil. Who knowingly chooses a career that inflicts that kind of torture on mankind? The most disgusting thing was that during the procedure, I noticed this foul smell. It was sort of a garbage/nasty feet/ blue cheese combo. Guess what, it was coming from my tooth! Great! "Oh, that's just from the infection," the dentist replies, in his most nonchalant manner. Oh, pardon me for being mortified that this horrific odor was eminating from my mouth. Silly me.
3. Stupid Frickin' Michael Barrett- I like to blame all of the Cubs problems on him; it's just my thing. I find the more I razz him, the better he does. And, it looks like I need to get busy wit dat. We do need him to CATCH THE BALL FOR FRICK'S SAKE.... OH AND COULD YOU HIT THE BALL ONCE? That'd be nice, too.
4. Woodfield!- Through absolutely no actual effort on my part, I've somehow gotten to a size smaller than before I was pregnant with Beanz. This has left me with no actual pants that fit in any respectable way. So the weather's crappy, so we thought we'd head to the mall for some shopping. Bad idea. Beanz apparently did not care that Mommy doesn't have any pants, for she was a raving lunatic. We thought we would encourage her love of animals by dining at the Rainforest Cafe. There's so much I can say about this here, but it really has drained my lifeforce and my intelligence. Just know that it was bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, very bad.
5. Beanz 15 mo. check-up- Bad baby shots, I hate doing this. But in every other regard our child is healthy, and I thank God for that. Dr. said she should be saying 3-5 words by now, to which I had to reply, "She's saying 3-5 word sentences." Yeah, she's a blabbermouth... don't know where she gets that from.
All in all, it's been a fun week.
posted by kroushlconflict at 6:22 PM
4 Comments:
Pobrecita! Sorry about the cheese smell in your mouth and also about your misadventures at Rainforest Cafe. I think I am still reeling from an experience there almost a year ago. At least you were able to enjoy a week of GORGEOUS weather!!
oooh, the shots @ 15mo. I remember those. You can do what Kim did. She had me hold the boy so he could get the distinct impression that mommy wouldn't let him feel that kind of pain...only daddy could be so cruel.
As a person who underwent the same procedure recently I have to tell you that the rotten foot stink is universal. I thought I was going to throw up. 2 more weeks to heal and then it's back in for a post and crown. Joy!
What's a hip fat blob?
It's me.
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