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May 7th, 2012
poor, sad puppy

The surgeon called after Regina’s surgery with the verdict: one completely ruptured ligament, one half torn ligament and a torn meniscus. She did well and gets to come home tomorrow, but apparently the “keep her chill” instructions are more like “crate her in a tiny space for eight weeks and omg, don’t let her run, jump, walk, hang out with the baby…” The Chop and I are now far more stressed than we were before – keeping her in the house is one thing, keeping her locked in a small space is something completely different. Especially because she has a rather high-pitched whine that she likes to employ when she’s feeling mistreated, sigh.

This definitely won’t be happening…

posted in: crapola — @ 11:13 pm

May 1st, 2012
eight. freaking. weeks.

Regina has two torn ligaments and a significant meniscal tear, according to her new orthopedic surgeon. Her surgery next Monday will involve her being shaved, sedated and then kept overnight. Once she comes homes, she has to be kept mostly immobile for eight long weeks.

Eight weeks of keeping the Peanut and her apart = eight weeks of hell.

posted in: crapola — @ 11:32 pm

April 27th, 2012
boo and yay and ugh

The evil house has struck again. Our dog stumbled playing frisbee and ruptured her cranial cruciate ligament in her knee. We have to call an orthopedic surgeon on Monday — she’s currently high on pain meds — and then we’ll end up shelling out around $3K for surgery. Ugh.

The bummer is that we were having a fantastic day. The Peanut decided to feed himself yogurt from a spoon and ate Rice Chex and Cheerios (only a few, and eaten individually – but PROGRESS!).

posted in: awesome,crapola — @ 11:44 pm

April 24th, 2012
who do you hope you are

The beauty of an apology is that everyone wins because it reveals not only who we are, but who we hope we are. A teacher, a student and a 39-year-long lesson in forgiveness.

A Christian school, for the most part, is not that different from a public school. Aside from the curriculum and the smaller class size (due mostly to the cost, I suspect), the kids are still kids. The schools I went to in elementary and high school were so small that I can still remember the names of my classmates – first and last. I can recall the groups, who got along best with who and in particular, the few kids who were different. My graduating class had 29 students, roughly half of whom I had been in school with since second grade, and the other half who I’d known since ninth. It makes for a very tight overall group – even if we weren’t always hanging out together, we were always a unit to everyone outside of the class.

And we were a unit that made it hard for new kids to join – particularly if they didn’t fall into one of the “groups” that already existed. There was the group from my elementary school and the group from another Christian elementary school. Then those groups were broken down into those who went to the Presbyterian church where our high school was located and those who didn’t. And then there were the outliers, the kids who were transfers over our four years there and even kids who started in ninth grade, but didn’t fit into one of the groups.

I know their names, and I remember when they left (only a couple made it all four years) and I wonder now if they felt bullied or hurt because they weren’t included. High school is hard, private or public, and the rest of us should’ve made it easier. We were, after all, a religious school.

There’s no big bullying event or series of events I can remember. It’s possible they didn’t feel bullied at all, maybe just left out (my memory is shit), but being left out can be just as damaging.

posted in: crapola,randomness — @ 10:28 pm

April 19th, 2012
every hour lives are saved

This is a most fascinating article. And yes, it’s from 2006 – but it is highly relevant.

We are so lucky to be alive in this day and this age. We haven’t cured cancer or AIDS (yet – I do believe one will be cured in my lifetime), but we’ve made such amazing strides in medicine and those strides have saved millions of lives.

The Peanut has not progressed with eating the way other kids have. There’s no way around trying to describe it – he doesn’t eat much of anything, he doesn’t really feed himself and what he does try to eat, he mostly spits out after absorbing whatever liquid comes out. The Chop and I have tried for months to change this with no success, so at his most recent well visit, our pediatrician gave us the numbers for specialists.

One scheduled us for an appointment in six weeks (sigh), one had no openings and one scheduled an intake appointment almost immediately – which happened today. She came to the house, filled out reams of paperwork, talked to us and watched him eat.

And for the first time in weeks, I feel a huge sense of relief. The hardest part about wondering if your child might have a problem is everyone else in your life disagreeing. He might be picky, it’ll take time, just give him some space, etc., are just a few of the responses we’ve heard when discussing his problems with eating. But he’s our child and we know that something is not right.

The intake person thinks he’ll qualify – he has to score low enough in a particular category to qualify – and if he doesn’t, she said, we can use clinical opinion to make the decision that he needs to be in the program. It’s a great program, largely covered by the state and our insurance (we have to pay $1500 a year, but a private program can be upwards of $1500 a month) and she is going to request to be on his team (of course he charmed her – my son has lady killer skills), and we’re ready for some help.

He’s so smart in other ways – the intake person loved interacting with him – but his complete un-interest in food is a problem.

posted in: crapola,parenting,randomness — @ 11:58 pm

April 17th, 2012
ye old tax day

While I understand and respect the purpose and reason for taxes, I’m still sad that I have to pay them – particularly when my tax rate hovers around 25-30%. The estimated taxes we paid last year were just shy of what I needed to pay, so fortunately my last check for 2011 wasn’t too bad. My first check for 2012, on the other hand, was very sad.

I’ve got to figure out how to be more like Mitt Romney… and that is the only time anyone has ever uttered those words, lol. Because he’s taxed on investments and not earnings, his tax rate is half mine. Total nonsense if you ask me.

posted in: crapola — @ 11:08 pm

April 16th, 2012
this is the very definition of insane

I watch and read and listen to a lot of stuff… news, current events, TV, radio, etc. I like knowing what’s going on and I honestly think my brain thrives on a massive influx of information.

Over the years of reading the news, I’ve looked at pictures of “madmen” (serial killers, murderers, rapists, etc.) and often wondered if anyone around them knew it was coming. I’m not saying they could’ve stopped it, just if they wondered if that person was all there.

This morning CNN posted a video of the psycho from Norway who murdered 77 people (mostly teenagers). He entered his plea, “I acknowledge the acts but do not plead guilty, and I claim I was doing it in self-defense.” This is the first time I can remember looking at a picture or video of a serial killer and thinking, His eyes are absolutely, 100% those of a madman. And he is terrifying.

This is not the face of someone you could negotiate with. If he was targeting you, I don’t believe anything but lethal force would stop him.

posted in: crapola,disturbing — @ 12:38 pm

April 15th, 2012
the tax man cometh

We started having to pay estimated taxes last year, which means I have to deal with taxes four times a year instead of one. It’s utterly annoying and frankly one of the worst things about running your own business (right up there with dealing with business insurance and finagling health insurance).

April 15 now potentially requires me to write four checks. Two for estimated taxes for the current year and two for taxes from the previous year (if I didn’t pay enough in estimated taxes). This year I only have to write two, as I over-payed my state taxes and that can be rolled over to pay for the current estimated taxes, but technically I have to write eight per year, no matter what.

Eight checks to the government. Sigh. It’s painful.

posted in: crapola — @ 10:40 pm

April 12th, 2012

Don’t take a walk after the rain, when you think the rain has stopped. It will hail on you.

A lot.

posted in: crapola — @ 11:22 pm

April 9th, 2012
oh boy. this is going to be a long year.

The terrible twos are soon to be upon us, but the Peanut has decided to just go ahead and start being crazy now. His favorite tantrum position is to sit down, and then bend his entire upper body forward until his face is touching the ground. It’d be cute if it wasn’t accompanied by wailing, lol.

He likes to line up his toys on the edge of the tub during bath time, and when one fell (out of order, he prefers to dunk them one at a time), he promptly proceeded to assume his tantrum position. Except he was in a tub full of water. So down he goes, dunking his face and a couple inches of hair, and up he pops, shocked and dripping. I, of course, am laughing hysterically… THISCLOSE to peeing on the bathroom floor. He then starts sobbing and wants out of the tub (because now his favorite place has hurt his feelings), so I soap and rinse him and pull him out. But now he’s mad at me because I laughed at him, so he marches/baby runs out of the bathroom naked, loudly vocalizing how much the world hates him.

This was after a day where he threw roughly 20 tantrums, took a 30 minute nap (as opposed to his normal two hours) and generally railed against the entire house.

Fun. Times.

posted in: crapola,peanut — @ 11:58 pm
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