Moving!

So, we are moving! Not the blog, just us--as in the people in our house and all our earthy belongings. Oh crud, you know what I mean. I am so very excited to get to move to a new house. I have not liked this house since day one! Our new digs are situated on a spacious 4 acres and also has a nice roomy bathtub in the master bath! I am so very excited about that, there are not words really. There is nothing better than soaking in a hot bubble bath with a tall, ice cold gin & tonic. *sigh* The bathtub in this house was built for elves--Trent can't even take a bath, it's so small.

I do, though, hate moving. And it's making me VERY grouchy and testy. The mess is enough to make me lose my ever loving mind. Wait a minute! Didn't we swear we were going to burn everything instead of move it again? I think we must have forgot about that part. Dang it. I need to keep picturing my beautiful new bathtub and remind myself that it will be worth it in the end. I think. I hope. If I don't go completely crazy and do something drastic in the mean time. And I don't know who has been living in THIS house, but it's filthy dirty. When I take the curtains down a trail of dust follows me and there is huge cobwebs too. It's crazy. My allergies are going nuts. And that really does not help my frame of mind. Ack! I am so very grouchy, it is NOT pretty.

AND the kids are starting school on Monday in a brand new school district. I am very happy about that part. We didn't have the best school experience last year in their old school. We have met both their teachers and they both seem really nice and organized which is such a happy positive change from last year. The school I got them into is incredibly popular and very hard to be accepted into, so I am grateful that I got the boys in. I think the fact that I put our name on the waiting list in March last year and then emailed monthly probably helped. And the new house is only about 3 minutes away from the new school and that's pretty cool too. I cannot believe that Trent is in the 6th grade and Connor is in the 4th. Good grief. I have been blogging since Connor was in preschool! My word, how time flies.

Alright, that is all for now. I thought if I sat and posted on my very lonely and dusty blog it would make me feel better. You know what would REALLY make me feel better? If you left me a comment. COME ON, just do it! It won't hurt a bit, I promise.

Grateful!

Yes, Trent is okay! We are indeed blessed. He has epilepsy. That is okay. It's not cancer or a brain tumor. And it can be treated with medication. Millions of people have epilepsy and cope just fine, and so I know that Trent will too.

He has started the seizure medication and seems to be doing just fine on it. He is sleeping much better, which in turn means Connor is sleeping better, which most importantly means that Mama is sleeping is better! And sleep is a very good thing my blogging peeps.

He never had a seizure while he was awake that we identified as such, so his sleep is the only benchmark we have for how he is doing. So, all is well on the Trent front. Thank God!

Chad and the boys are getting ready to leave for a 12 day Montana trip. They are going to camp the entire time. I am staying here, thankyouverymuch. I will miss them--I always worry that they will die in a tragic traffic accident--but am so looking forward to my time alone too!

And since this a post about blessings and gratitude you'll have to tune in next time when I tell you the story about being french kissed by a drunk stranger. Why politics is making me crazy(er). And how, John Alton, the man that married Chad & I, just died at the young age of 53 from cancer and I am heartbroken.

Until then, peace out blogging peeps. Thank you to everybody who still reads my blog and is checking up on me. I love you guys!

Oh. My. God.

Yes, it's me again. I was seriously considering just turning this into a movie review blog, but now I have a new crisis (surprised? Yeah me either) and just have to talk about it.

Trent has been having sleeping issues and he thrashes around so much at night that Connor gets woke up in the night (they sleep on bunk beds). So, we took Trent to the Doc for a look see. Doc said, take him to the child neurologist (that Trent hadn't seen since 2005--we had originally went to the neurologist when Trent was 4 to try and diagnose if he had autism or what) just to get a once over. And the neurologist said he thought it was nothing serious but we should do a follow up EEG (he had one when he was 4 that was totally normal) and maybe a sleep test. The neurologist thought nothing would show up on the EEG, but just wanted to be sure.

WELL, after no sleep for 24 hours for the both of us (you have to be sleep deprived for a EEG) Trent went for his EEG yesterday. And he is having seizures. Lots of seizures. 7 seizures in 17 minutes. The Doc put him on seizure meds, gave him one before Trent even left the office, and said we must go for a MRI ASAP.

I thought I was going to throw up. I am freaking out. (Surprised? Yeah me either) I know that seizures are very common. I know that seizure meds are a good thing. I have NO problem with any of that.

I am freaking out about the MRI. I can't breathe when I think that maybe something is growing in my little ones head. The logical side of me knows that everything is probably fine and that the anti seizure meds will fix everything and we'll live happily ever after. The anxiety freaking out part of me tells the logical side of me to shut it and continues on with a full blown panic attack.

I am purposefully NOT doing on research on MRI's, seizures, or anything you can read about on WebMd. If I did that y'all would have to peel me off the ceiling for real. The thought of something being wrong with your child is the worst feeling ever.

I am thinking it may be a 2 dose Zoloft day for me!

My job is being so very nice about this whole thing. Thank the good Lord for that. I am supposed to be at work this very second sending payroll to the bank. Trent is sleeping soundly and just groans when I try to wake him up. I think it's the combo of taking new meds and being oh so very tired. I called in and my supervisor said he'd run payroll for me. If I had to stay home today that was okay. If nothing else I could just come in later once Chad got home if Trent is not himself today. I see many trips to the neurologist (who is a convenient 5 hours away) in our future. I think my boss does too. And so far they are cool about it. Thank God.

And I have already burned up a TON of my sick time because my Grandma died last month. I took it really hard. I had to take 4 days of bereavement leave because I just could not snap out it. It was horrible. I am doing better now. It was just really hard. And very sad. I loved my Grandma even though she was a very mean old lady who was critical down to the tips of her toes. She was my grandma.

*sigh*

Have I totally bummed you out? Sorry. I just had to vent. Please leave me a comment and tell me that everything is going to be okay!

Sexy movie review blog?

Ya know, I've been thinking maybe I should make this into a movie review blog. I don't seem to have much to say on here lately or anybody who wants to read it either.

I watched Slumdog Millionaire last night. It was good. But, not as excellent as everyone suggested that it would be however. It certainly wasn't the best movie I have ever seen as has been suggested by many people. It was very very sad. And I don't what the point to it was, was it to show us that true love will win out each and every time? Or instead that the human spirit is uncrushable no matter the cruelty that life may hand out to us? Was to help us, the viewer, appreciate that life is what we make of it and then even if you're born in a very poor country you make something of yourself if you so choose? I don't know. I think I am confused.

I also watched The Reader. Now THAT is a good movie that really makes you think. I didn't much enjoy all the sex scenes and thought they were unnecessary for the most part--but what a good story overall! I think the point to that movie was that shame and pride can literally ruin your life. Kate Winslet is an amazing actress, isn't she?

Lastly, a few weekends ago, I watched Doubt. I didn't like it as much as I thought I would. I love Philip Seymour Hoffman and Meryl Strep (with those cheekbones) as any red blooded American does. I was confused by the end of that movie too. Did he do it? What did Meryl Strep have doubts about? Did anybody ask the boy what had or had not happened? See, lots of questions. And little answers. I don't like that much. I like clearly defined movies that steer me in the way I am supposed to feel. I am not good at all this figurative stuff. Ugh.

Chad and I actually got to go to the movies for real a month ago or so! It was very exciting. We seen Duplicity and The Knowing. If you don't see either of these movies in the theater you aren't missing much. They were both so-so. And I ate so much popcorn that I was nauseous for hours. Good times people, good times.

Other than watching Netflix movies and avoiding blogging we are same old same old. I have been fighting with the school over the atmosphere in Trent's 5th grade classroom, going to all kinds of meetings, finding a NEW school for the boys to attend next year, and working. That's about it. Our life is rather ho-hum and next very sexy at all. This is why I am contemplating the movie review blog! That's sexy, right?

Hey, if there is anyone out there, what is the sexiest thing you have done lately and/or what's the best movie you have seen recently?

Mamma Mia indeed

Alright, here I am. And I would advise that you wash your hands after reading this post, all 2 of you. I have had a trifecta of flu like symptoms. After I had my aforementioned bronchial infection I was feeling "normal" for about 3 minutes. Promptly following that I got pink eye, the stomach flu, and now I have a head/chest cold going on. Last week I worked one whole half day. I was out sick the rest of the time. Yeah, I am making all kinds of friends at work, thankyouverymuch. If the kids get this creepy crud you will be able to add me to the list of the nation's unemployed, I am sure.

I have either completely pissed off a deity of some kind or I have the immune system of a 96-year-old. I only wish the stomach flu could have hit the same week that I single handedly tried to eat every single box of Girl Scout cookies that I could get my hands on. I was doing my civic duty y'all, the Girl Scouts didn't sell enough cookies this year due to the economy, didn't you hear? Their new lemon cookies are da-bomb.

I watched "Mamma Mia". It was cute in a cheesy musical kind of way. Meryl Strep is so pretty she has the most amazing cheek bones, I never realized that before. And Pierce Bronson is still quite dashing. I now have Abba songs playing a continuous loop in my head. It could be worse. I am so sick of my own pathetic company that having something for the voices in my head to discuss is kind of a relief. I kid. Kind of. I'm not crazy. Not really. Or at least not in a clinical kind of way.

I also enjoyed the literary masterpiece "Surfer, Dude". The only good part about this flick was Matthew without a shirt on for the entire movie. Woo-iee. That boy is just plain smokin' hot. I would watch him surf all stinkin' day long. Their clothing budget must have been very limited, because he wore the same board shorts the ENTIRE movie sans a shirt or shoes. I think they realized that was the only bright spot this stinker would have! And, I must reluctantly admit, there were a few funny lines--I actually laughed out loud a few times. Woody Harrelson is a crack up.

Now, if you'll excuse me I need to go and spray Lysol on every available surface, including myself, the kids, Chad, and the cat & dog. Chow blogging peeps.

The snot factor & child labor

So, I've been sick. Lots and lots of coughing, NyQuil, special cough syrup with codeine, and well, snot. I am feeling better. I think. I call it the snot factor, it slows down one thoughts to that of a person laying in a coma. And I have the snot factor something fierce. The snot factor has also impeded my blogging. I apologize to my two loyal blogging peeps.

Connor has been having snot factor issues himself, but it isn't 'cuz he's been sick.

"Connor, please load the dishwasher." 5 minutes go by.

"CONNNNOORRRRRR come load the dishwasher NOW". 5 more minutes pass by.

"Trent Michael, where is your brother?"

"Mom, Connor says he quits, if he quits I am quitting too, 'cuz if Connor quits it wouldn't be fair that I have to LOAD the dishwasher".

"WHAT? What do you mean he quits?"

"I dunno Mom, he just says he quits".

"Connor Issac get your behind out here right now". What do you mean, you quit?"

"Mom", Connor sighs, then continues in an indigent tone usually reserved for speaking to a person with limited intellect, "Child labor laws clearly state that children under the age of 16 should not be forced to work. It's against the law. So, I quit. I will not be loading the dishwasher, sweeping the floor, or getting in wood because you are violating child labor laws". He said this with a tone of superiority and smugness that only being a 8-year-old who's too smart for his own good could elicit.

"Connor Issac you WILL load the dishwasher. Get your butt in that kitchen RIGHT NOW!" I managed to say all this without collapsing in laughter, aren't you proud of me?

"But, MOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM, are you telling me that you want me to break the law and violate the child labor laws?"

"Yes, Connor, that's exactly what I'm saying. When you load the dishwasher it's called chores and that is much different than what the children labor laws are talking about. Now go."

"Well, FINE, don't call me and ask me to bail you out of jail," he said while shaking his head in disbelief at my clear lack of respect for very clearly defined laws regarding forcing children to work in salt mines or to to do chores in their very own kitchen.

"Connor, that is a risk I am willing to take. You better watch your smart mouth. Now, go. Go load that dishwasher!"

Who is this child and who, may I ask, advised him on the finer points of the child labor laws?

I'm back!

Hey, did you miss me, because I missed you! I was in Vegas yet again for training. I went with Dragon Lady. It was a HORRIBLE trip. Almost as bad as when I went to Vegas with Mace. It was just awful. I would fake my own death before I went on travel with Dragon Lady again. Ohmygawd. It was dreadful. The highlight of my trip was watching a HBO documentary entitled "It's hard to be a Ho". That, my dear blogging peeps, has got to be the understatement of the year.

Other than that life is pretty shitty. My Aunt's husband died of a massive heart attack last week. He was only 63. It's all very sad. My parents are up in Montana right now to help her out. Vegan sister is dying of hurt feelings because she didn't get to go too and show off her 100+ pound weight loss. So, she decided to call me 37 times a day and tell me about it instead. Yeah, it's been great.

And that's all I have to bitch about for now. What do YOU have to bitch about?!

facebook is evil!

OMG! Old high school acquaintances (because if they were friends we would have never lost contact) are starting to find me on Facebook. Pretty soon they are going to want to see a picture of me, and of Chad probably because we were high school sweethearts and graduated from the same high school. And, I am not the stunning beauty (HA! as if) that I was in high school (read extremely fat and frumpy now). I like the cloak of anonymity that the Internet offers me. But, these people are going to want to see my picture soon. Or talk to me on the phone. Or even WORSE come and visit me. ACK. I am beginning to think I don't like people as much as I thought I did.

**note to self--do NOT under any circumstances tell anyone you know, knew, or may know in real life about your blog!!**