Monday, January 30, 2006

A Funny Conversation

I just had a weird conversation with my son. He really sees things in black and white sometimes. It is very funny.

Me: Hey M-boy, do you want some of these Girl Scout cookies?
M-Boy: are they chocolate?
Me: No, they are peanut butter.
M-Boy: No thank you. If they aren't chocolate then they are made out of girls.
Me: are you sure? They're really good.
M-Boy: No, they are made out of girls.
Me: But girls taste good.
M-Boy: No they don't!
Me: Yes they do. Girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice!
M-Boy: no, they are made out of meat. I don't like meat in my cookies.

This Is How Phobias Begin

I have been very nervous behind the wheel since seeing that horrible accident the other night. I am more nervous at red lights than anything. I can see that if I let this get to me, it could develop into a full blown phobia. I will not let it get that far. I once wrote about a family friend that had died. He died in a freak elevator accident. I was very nervous using elevators for a long time but knew real life would be hindered if I avoided them forever. I am cautious near them but can step into them and push the buttons and calmly exit them when I reached my floor. I know driving will be the same situation. I will be a little more aware of my surroundings but I will not let this accident control my life. Today I drove my son to the doctor. I even drove through McDonalds to buy him an Egg McMuffin. Life goes on.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

New Link: Atomic Cartoons

Hi all! I am just adding this blog link to Atomic Cartoons because you all remember what gems they were to my son when we couldn't find any Atomic Betty products: here and here Support this company! They are awesome.

Friday, January 27, 2006

I Saw Death Tonight

I saw a woman die tonight. It was a terrible terrible tragedy. I witnessed a car accident that should not have happened at all. The woman that perished was waiting at her light. She was just idle, waiting for the light to turn green. She was two lanes over from me, one car ahead. No one was in the first spot between us but there was a truck in front of me and a car coming up to take the first spot of the middle lane. That is when a crazy woman plowed into the left lane. I swear it looked like she aimed for it.

I thought to myself "why is she trying to kill that person in the white car?" The car was pushed from the left lane all the way into my right lane, smashing the truck in front of me and crumpling up the dead womans car like a tin can. So many good people got out of their cars and tried to get the woman out. They lifted the van as much as they could off of the destroyed car. They couldn't get in from the passenger side either because of the truck. A nurse on the scene felt the pulse of the woman. It was weak. She stopped breathing before the EMTs arrived. The crazy woman who caused the accident tried to leave the scene but the police officers put her in the police car.

I sat in the front seat of my van thinking that I was just one car off from being hit. The old man & lady in the truck in front of me were taken away on stretchers. One car away. Then I looked at the van. It was lifted off of the ground and all I could see was the dead woman's hand hanging to the side from her stretcher. She would never hold her husband's hand ever again. She would never get to hug her children with it. I pray she is not leaving any children behind or a spouse that would be lost without her. She wasn't doing anything wrong. She was just sitting there. I guess I am just asking "WHY? Why did she have to die?"

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

The Liar's Meme

I stole this meme from The Babbling Brooke again. I am one of her lurkers. She does crack me up and I found this meme to be absolutely hilarious. I just had to do it myself.

1. Which Hollywood celebrity have you had sex with the most often?
lately I would say...uh...hmmm...Adrien Brody!

2.For what is your term as President of the United States best remembered?
child advocacy reform

3.When you ran for a second term you were rejected by voters primarily for what reason?
I wanted to cut our losses and sell Louisiana back to France

4.From what is your fabulous wealth derived?
selling my exercise tapes called "Buns of Steel and Beyond"

5.What’s the name of the famous Hollywood movie for which you turned down the lead role?
Pretty Woman but Julia did okay

6.What famous person is your secret illegitimate child?
Jack Black

7.What do your lovers most admire about you?
my long legs and slender waist

8.If you were an athlete, what sport would you best excel in?
cross country running or figure skating

Boozie, you know you want to steal this meme

Beyond My Scope of Education

I have never claimed to be a genius even though my mother swears I have an I.Q. of 145. Whatever. My autistic son has been tested and they tell me he has an I.Q. of 129 which according to the powers that be in the public school system is almost unheard of for autistic children. Again, whatever. I have encountered a problem that I really didn't plan for when it came to raising children. M-Boy is smarter than me and he is only 12 (soon to be 13). My daughter is in HONORS 9th grade math yet M-boy who is in the 7th grade uses the same book and seems to be going through the book much faster. He reads his textbook for fun. My daughter is no idiot when it comes to math. She really is bright but for M-boy it is like a second language that is so natural and flows through his being. I can no longer help either of them with their homework. Next year M-boy will be shipped off to the high school to attend math class since his middle school no longer has any class to support him. He has topped out there. How do I handle this. Mr. Daphnewood, a brain surgeon has even said our son is quickly going beyond his scope of learning too. He fears even the schools may not even be able to help him in the near future. Has any other parent out there encountered this?

Tuesday, January 24, 2006


taken from The Babbling Brooke

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Daphne!

  1. Daphne was the first Tsar of Russia!
  2. Daphne will become gaseous if her temperature rises above -42°C.
  3. Ideally, Daphne should be stored on her side at a temperature of 55 degrees.
  4. Without Daphne, we would have to pollinate apple trees by hand.
  5. Daphne is the largest of Saturn's moons.
  6. Moles are able to tunnel through 300 feet of Daphne in a day.
  7. South Australia was the first place to allow Daphne to stand for parliament.
  8. The colour of Daphne is no indication of her spiciness, but size usually is!
  9. While performing her duties as queen, Cleopatra sometimes dressed up as Daphne!
  10. It takes forty minutes to hard-boil Daphne.
I am interested in - do tell me about

Single Parenting

Mr. Daphnewood is in Chicago for two weeks. My mom is in CA still. I am left all alone to be a single parent. My hat is off to all those men and women who do this on a daily basis because this is hard!

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Blast From My Past

I found this last night on My friends and I laugh about this skit still. It might take a long time to load. Sorry y'all.

Star Trek skit on SNL

Classic Film

I forgot to mention that I am shocked that I left off Monty Python's Holy Grail movie off of my favorite movies in my profile. This is one of my all time favorite comedies. If I hear someone say "It's just a flesh wound" I smile for hours. Plus, I never let my kids have rabbits because of the film. You never know when one will be a monster.

Something I Hate

I really really really hate when couples argue in public. I would rather stab my eyes out then have to hear a couple in a heated exchange. Why do people feel the need to have explosive arguments where everyone can hear? I am not talking about iritated comments to a partner. I am talking about people screaming at the top of their lungs where everyone for miles can hear. It is so tacky and not cool at all.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Birthdays, Friends and My Husband the Movie Star

Friday is my birthday. Honestly, I am not really into it this year and think I will just stay 35. I am only mentioning it now to say we celebrated tonight instead of friday. Mr. Daphnewood will be at the hospital all day friday. It was very pleasant today. I ate some coconut shrimp for dinner and downloaded 2 new songs for my library from iTunes (First Cut is the Deepest by Sheryl Crow and Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World). I am waiting for the children to go to bed so I can watch the movie 40-Year Old Virgin that I also got on DVD. I am going to wait until my mom gets back from CA before I eat cake. She makes me jello cake. I just can't make it as good as she does so why bother. That's it on the topic of birthdays.

This part is about friends. In particular, my blogger friend Michael aka Sangroncito. I just want to say that I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I know Republicans and Christians can be quite mean and big time jerks to the gay community. I just hope you don't see us all that way. Someday ( I know I keep saying that) I will write why I am a registered Republican so you can understand me better but it isn't because of my faith. I really do try to separate the two. And also, I wasn't upset by your blog entry or what other people said. I was really just pulling your leg and fishing for an "I love you" from you. I know I am a scalawag. I will continue to visit Sangroncito's World whether or not I am invited because I am a pushy old woman :P I love you too, Michael.

Now for my movie star husband. He was recruited to be interviewed for some video. They took two doctors from the hospital that were big advocates for organ donation. Mr. Daphnewood is so compassionate to patients and their families. He was told he would be making a commercial and tried to get out of it. However, when he came home he said it was an interview for a training video (not a commercial ) and he got to talk about nothing but organ donations. He was so glad to do his part to get the message out about the importance and impact of the gift of life. I could see the passion flaring in his eyes when he told me about it, about how grief is consoled when families decide to donate the organs of their deceased family member; about how hope is spread and how doctors owe it to the community to try to do everything in their power to shorten the wait for organ transplant. I was so proud. They will be showing his "interview" at an upcoming conference in Los Angeles later this year. I love this man more and more everyday.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

One Month Away

Next month I am going to Washington D.C. for the first time in my life. Mr. Daphnewood has some medical training he must go to so Little Man and I are tagging along. Ever since Little Man watched the movie National Treasure he has been obsessed with D.C. and its attractions. His number one "must see" in the city: The Declaration of Independence (of course) accompanied with a souvenir copy as well. The second "must see" attraction: The Library of Congress. Little Man is a book fiend. He loves books and since he learned how to read his obsession has grown. I think the entire week is going to be action-packed with him leading the way. I need this month to rest up.

Friday, January 13, 2006

The New Axis of Evil

Daisy Scouts, Brownies and Girl Scouts are the new Axis of Evil. Tempting me with oodles of girl scout cookies, handing over the poisonous thin mints with a smile on their face as their pony tail tied with a frilly ribbon sways in the wind. These pint-sized cuties do not care how big my butt gets. They just want money for college. I bought 10 boxes already. I am doomed.

My New Profile Picture

My daughter drew an anime picture of how she views me. I was quite pleased since this looks younger and much much thinner than what I really am. Plus she drew me with really big eyes. I don't have big eyes but wished I did. Let's just say that I had a lesson taught to me by her drawing. No matter how negative I might see myself, my daughter finds me beautiful and young. I am turning 36 very soon and I couldn't have gotten a better present. So what do you think of my daughter's art skills?

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Venting, Venting and More Venting

Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are expecting a baby. Pardon my language, but, who really gives a fuck?! I am so sick to my stomach hearing about Brad Pitt this and Angelina Jolie that. Do you know what bugs me about their "bun in the oven" news story taking up front page space on CNN? They are CHEATERS! The guy cheated on his wife. She slept with a married man. She gives women such a bad name. She is a harlot and a homewrecker and thinks she does the world a favor with her "humanitarian efforts" when she can't manage to show a little humanity to some guys wife by telling the cheating bastard to keep it in his pants and go home. And the world embraces this. Just because they are a hot couple. I think she makes me vomit most of all. Probably because she is like those women who get pregnant on purpose to either steal a man or keep a man or get an 18 year paycheck. Why can't women see that this kind of behavior sets the women movement back 30 years? This does not release him from blame but as a woman, Ms. Jolie (who will be dropped in a few years for another pretty face - I dare you to bet me) is setting a poor example for young women today. I will tell my daughter to stay away from married men. No good comes from being 'the other woman' even if you manage to steal the man away. They left a wife before and will do it again. AND the news websites have this tidbit of joyous news on the front page. Never mind that we still have soldiers in Iraq. Never mind that hearings for a new Supreme Court Justice are taking place. Never mind that New Orleans is trying to rebuild after being wiped out by a hurricane this summer while every other state in the nation has taken on the financial burden. And never mind about 12 West Virginian families who had to bury their father/son/brother/friend this weekend while one struggles for his life yet. Oh no, the US needs to be informed that Angelina Jolie is expecting a child with Brad Pitt. The priorities of this nation suck.

vent is officially over.

The Other Side of Snow

It snowed yesterday. That surprised me because I really thought it would just rain. The snowflakes were so large that my daughter said "look Mom! It's snowing snowballs!" Normally, I would have moaned and groaned over snow but instead I just sat in front of the fireplace that had a roaring fire warming the room and took a nap. Maybe winter isn't so bad after all.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Knowing Thy Spouse

Sometimes it is so amazing to me how connected Mr. Daphnewood and I are. He wasn't home last night because he was on call at the hospital. This happens 8-10 times a month so it is no big deal (usually). He has bad nights and good nights and nights that are in between. However last night, I could not sleep. I kept thinking about him and worrying. I felt like he MUST be having a terrible night at the hospital. He cares so much for his patients. Finally after tossing and turning so long I had the sense knocked into me and prayed. I prayed that Mr. Daphnewood was okay and that Mr. Daphnewood's patients were surviving if it was God's will. After I prayed I noticed it was 3:30 am. Mr. Daphnewood just called me a little after 6am and told me he had a terrible night and would have to stick around the hospital to sign some death certificates this morning. My heart broke for him because I know he had to deliver that news to family members. I told him, "I prayed last night because I was worried for you." He said he wanted to call but wouldn't have been able to until a little after 3am (around the time I prayed). I told Mr. Daphnewood that it was okay he didn't call because I felt like we had talked already. God had given me an update.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Beer Bread Failure

I made beer bread yesterday. I used Guinness extra stout beer. Needless to say the bread came out very bitter. My daughter loved it but I am not so sure the alcohol cooked out completely. Even I had a bit of a buzz or something after eating it. I think today I might retry the recipe using ginger ale. I love to bake sometimes.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

A Strange Occurrence

Yesterday I escaped to the movies again. This time I had no film in mind when I headed out the door and decided to let time guide which movie I would see. I was feeling particularly moody and wanted to be alone. I really felt like King Kong, The Chronicles of Narnia and Brokeback Moutain would be crowded as those are the 3 movies everyone is talking about. I chose to watch Pride & Prejudice. Yes, Daphnewood is a romantic and a true sucker for period pieces. I walked into the theater 30 minutes early. 30 minutes early! That is a long wait. But when I walked in there were 4 people already there. They were four elderly women to be exact scattered throughout the theater. The odd thing was that Offspring (a pretty wild punk-ish band) was blaring overhead. I sat down in an end seat pretty high up and waited. As I waited more and more people came into this large theater. It was the first showing of the day on a friday afternoon and the movie was getting full. I didn't understand it. More and more women piled in and one lone young man. Then a few couples came in. Someone actually asked if the seat I had my popcorn and napkins set on was taken. Hasn't this movie been out for a while? Why was it so crowded? I thoroughly enjoyed the film but you have to like those kind of romantic/non-sexual films like I do. At first I was put out by the crowd but then my irritation turned to amusement. Why this film? Why today at the 1 o'clock showing? Maybe I was in the twilight zone.

Friday, January 06, 2006

My Shoulder

I don't like to whine and moan about physical pains. When I was in high school my teacher told the class that if anyone wanted to know what kind of person they would be when they were old, just look at their personality now. So if you moan about aches and pains when you are young then that is what kind of old person you'll be too. I know it doesn't make sense but I just don't want to be one of those old ladies rocking in her rocking-chair, carrying on about her bunions and past surgeries. That being said, my shoulder has been killing me lately. It has been hurting for months but recently it is interfering with life. I cannot lift things (even pots to cook with!) and reach very far outward. Last night, I was massaging my shoulder because it hurt but then sort of hugged both my shoulders to get warm. That is when I noticed it. One shoulder feels different than the other. My doctor husband said my shoulder is swollen and has put me on a regimen of anti-inflammatory pills (motrin). I hate pills (even motrin). What I hate even more is that I am expected to go to a doctor to get it checked out. I really really really don't like going to a doctor but when pain starts interfering with my daily life, I guess I have to give in. It is just so hard for me to pick up that phone and make the darn appointment. Why is that?

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Hit the Ground Running

Today the kids went back to school. My life is so crazy, busy, chaotic, overwhelming, enriched, full, happy and totally blessed. I barely have time to sit down these days to write on this blog but I don't mind too much. Solin has come and gone and I got ZERO pictures because Mr. Daphnewood took the camera to work and LOST it. He ended up finding it under the bed in the call room. That really grossed me out since the camera was missing for a week and that meant housekeeping never really cleaned that call room for a week! Okay there are 5 residents in his department and all 5 use that call room. Eeewwwwww! Happy New Year everyone. It should be a great year :)