This morning I have to take Seasan and myself to the Dermatologist in Woodbridge. Last time we were at the pediatric Doctor they noticed a mole on Seasan's temple that looks suspicious. As a previous mole donor (yes that is a joke) I know all to well what to look for. I did not thing to look under her hair line though. As soon as potential removal was broached, my needle phobic daughter (I mean I will scream your ears out needle phobic) immediately protested. I can't say I blame her..my dad always appropriately called the Dermatologist by the nick-name "Gouge Doctor".
At the moment, she is still listing reasons not to go to the doctor today. Top on her list is that it would detrimental (my word, not hers) to her school work to miss the time. 2nd is the fact that it is picture day. (That one doesn't work with me, because cheapskate mom would never buy the over priced, never look great anyway, pictures they try to sell you. Can you say $7.99 JCPenny portrait package anyone?) Lastly is the fact that she states would be the sole reason they will not be able to remove a mole. "I will freak out mom if they try to give me a shot." Pretty much to the point. I guess she forgot that I weigh 155 lbs and that this would not be the first time I had to literally lay down on top of her for them to give her a shot. Some thing about skin cancer vs. a child that will briefly hate me has me opting for option two. Of course..maybe it is after all, just a funky looking mole.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Weekend Wirl Wind..
Saturday left me feeling whipped. I ran Seasan to Irish, then after picking her up, met Jon at Nicholas's soccer. Jon had to get ready for his Jon Birch Society Meeting, so I took Nicholas and Seasan over to JCPenny to get their portraits done for the holiday's. That was supposed to be at 12:40PM. We didn't leave the studio until 2PM.
From there we packed up and drove up to Fairfax to exchange the vouchers for tickets to the Disney on Ice show. We now are the proud owners of 4 tickets to Thursdays "Toy Story 3" at the Patroit Center. Nicholas was jumping up and down when he saw the poster for the show.
From there we proceeded to Captain D's to grab some grub. With two very hungry children on my hands, I was not thrilled at the slowness of the service. (How long does it take to fry some fish?) Apparently about 15 minutes or more. I stood there and watched as order after order from the drive through was processed and us poor joes that wanted to sit down to meal just watched our tickets stack up. Poor Nicholas actually started to cry as he saw bag after bag being taken out to the cars. He said "mommy, they are eating all the fish.." I had to try hard not to laugh at the dramatic way he said it as he pouted.
Eventually we got our fish, only to realize we had about 20 minutes to enjoy the meal before we had to make a mad dash from Manassas to South Stafford in order to get Seasan to her brownie activity. (It was about 40 minutes away from where we were eating). So onward we went and managed to make it just in time to watch her perform gymnastic stunts for an hour.
Finally..at last...we were home.
Needless to say..Sunday I cleaned..cleaned..and did laundry.
From there we packed up and drove up to Fairfax to exchange the vouchers for tickets to the Disney on Ice show. We now are the proud owners of 4 tickets to Thursdays "Toy Story 3" at the Patroit Center. Nicholas was jumping up and down when he saw the poster for the show.
From there we proceeded to Captain D's to grab some grub. With two very hungry children on my hands, I was not thrilled at the slowness of the service. (How long does it take to fry some fish?) Apparently about 15 minutes or more. I stood there and watched as order after order from the drive through was processed and us poor joes that wanted to sit down to meal just watched our tickets stack up. Poor Nicholas actually started to cry as he saw bag after bag being taken out to the cars. He said "mommy, they are eating all the fish.." I had to try hard not to laugh at the dramatic way he said it as he pouted.
Eventually we got our fish, only to realize we had about 20 minutes to enjoy the meal before we had to make a mad dash from Manassas to South Stafford in order to get Seasan to her brownie activity. (It was about 40 minutes away from where we were eating). So onward we went and managed to make it just in time to watch her perform gymnastic stunts for an hour.
Finally..at last...we were home.
Needless to say..Sunday I cleaned..cleaned..and did laundry.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Kids..a 2nd Job
Anyone who ever said kids are like having a second job, hit it right on the head. I love my children dearly, but they are running me ragged. This weekend was a mix of Jon playing chauffeur to Seasan and Nicholas while I did the last yard sale of the season. This was our crazy schedule for Saturday:
9:30AM- Irish
10:30AM- Pick up Seasan from Irish, drop at Gymnastics
11AM- Nicholas Soccer
12 Noon- Pick up Seasan from gymnastics
1PM- Drop of Seasan for Dance workshop
3PM- Oktoberfest (yes..sounds like an adult activity, but we took Nicholas because of all the kids activities they had.)
8PM- Pick up Seasan
Sunday:
8:30AM- Leave for Church
9:30AM- Bible Study
11AM- Service
2PM- Car Wash for Seasan's Dance
You get the picture:)
9:30AM- Irish
10:30AM- Pick up Seasan from Irish, drop at Gymnastics
11AM- Nicholas Soccer
12 Noon- Pick up Seasan from gymnastics
1PM- Drop of Seasan for Dance workshop
3PM- Oktoberfest (yes..sounds like an adult activity, but we took Nicholas because of all the kids activities they had.)
8PM- Pick up Seasan
Sunday:
8:30AM- Leave for Church
9:30AM- Bible Study
11AM- Service
2PM- Car Wash for Seasan's Dance
You get the picture:)
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Birthday Lunch- A Comedy of Errors
So for my birthday, we all left to go to Red Lobster for lunch. Being familiar with my route home, I suggested the Woodbridge Red Lobster. My logic was swept away by two other employees who assured me the Alexandria one was the way to go.
Needless to say, 20 minutes into the drive I had my doubts. (By the way, Woodbridge would have been 15-20 minutes). As we neared to within about a mile of the restaurant, we hit traffic. I am not talking about "wow honey, it is busy today" traffic. I am talking about gridlocking, it is going to take us an hour to go one hour traffic. After much disappointment (yes, I was disappointed in not going to Red Lobster) we did a U-turn and headed to Red Hot N Blue.
At this point we are over a half an hour into our lunch. We get seated and proceed to order. Charnika ordered a "all out" burger and Garret proceeds to order a "Hoochie" Burger. Shortly thereafter the server (not our waiter) brings us the food. Clearly stating that it is the "all out" burger Charnika accepts the burger with fries..and her baked potato. Garret, slightly puzzled over no fries on his plate, shrugs and tries his burger. Della and I are both enjoying our meal and Garret tries to get Della to try the "Hoochie" sauce he is smothering on his burger "because it is so good, they just didn't put enough on."
Then Garret says "wow..this sauce is kinda hot." And Charnika bites her burger and says "this is not the all out burger...where is my pulled pork? And why is this so GD hot!"
By now you should have concluded exactly how it went down. Garret got the "All out" burger and Charnika the "Hoochie". And Garret learned never to smother a burger with the sauce you think you like..or you will be downing pitchers of soda like a man in the desert! If that waiter never sees us again, I am sure he will die a happy man.
Moral of the story... Don't eat the Hoochie sauce unless you like it hot.
Needless to say, 20 minutes into the drive I had my doubts. (By the way, Woodbridge would have been 15-20 minutes). As we neared to within about a mile of the restaurant, we hit traffic. I am not talking about "wow honey, it is busy today" traffic. I am talking about gridlocking, it is going to take us an hour to go one hour traffic. After much disappointment (yes, I was disappointed in not going to Red Lobster) we did a U-turn and headed to Red Hot N Blue.
At this point we are over a half an hour into our lunch. We get seated and proceed to order. Charnika ordered a "all out" burger and Garret proceeds to order a "Hoochie" Burger. Shortly thereafter the server (not our waiter) brings us the food. Clearly stating that it is the "all out" burger Charnika accepts the burger with fries..and her baked potato. Garret, slightly puzzled over no fries on his plate, shrugs and tries his burger. Della and I are both enjoying our meal and Garret tries to get Della to try the "Hoochie" sauce he is smothering on his burger "because it is so good, they just didn't put enough on."
Then Garret says "wow..this sauce is kinda hot." And Charnika bites her burger and says "this is not the all out burger...where is my pulled pork? And why is this so GD hot!"
By now you should have concluded exactly how it went down. Garret got the "All out" burger and Charnika the "Hoochie". And Garret learned never to smother a burger with the sauce you think you like..or you will be downing pitchers of soda like a man in the desert! If that waiter never sees us again, I am sure he will die a happy man.
Moral of the story... Don't eat the Hoochie sauce unless you like it hot.
Another Year Older...All in a Day
If you couldn't tell by the title, yes, it is my birthday. The dreaded day.
Okay, it's really not that bad, but after 21, I think birthdays loose their magic. I mean, what is there to look forward to after 21? Another year under the belt..another year closer to..well you get the picture. Yes, I am feeling old. Been married, divorced, two kids..I feel 40 instead of 28. Then reality hits and I realize I may feel 40, but I still have about 34 more years of work until I retire.
Unless you know how to win the lotto?
Okay, it's really not that bad, but after 21, I think birthdays loose their magic. I mean, what is there to look forward to after 21? Another year under the belt..another year closer to..well you get the picture. Yes, I am feeling old. Been married, divorced, two kids..I feel 40 instead of 28. Then reality hits and I realize I may feel 40, but I still have about 34 more years of work until I retire.
Unless you know how to win the lotto?
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Cleaning
Well, Seasan was feeling better this morning so off to Irish we went. Patrick told me that he did not think she was ready for a performance yet, so we are not attending the performance in Alexandria this afternoon. Instead we are cleaning house! (Yay me...not!)
Okay, the reality is I need to clean house. I am obviously not doing so if I am blogging about it. So I guess I will get off the computer and clean the living room and kitchen. The kids are up in their rooms picking up and puting away clothes. I told them if we get our chores done on Saturday that means that any time after church on Sunday is their time to do what they want. I find this works well as they like to have a "day off" from chores. (Not that they really have much in the way of chores.)
Okay, the reality is I need to clean house. I am obviously not doing so if I am blogging about it. So I guess I will get off the computer and clean the living room and kitchen. The kids are up in their rooms picking up and puting away clothes. I told them if we get our chores done on Saturday that means that any time after church on Sunday is their time to do what they want. I find this works well as they like to have a "day off" from chores. (Not that they really have much in the way of chores.)
Friday, October 1, 2010
Where or where has my Pizza Gone?
So I think in my lazyness I have lost my mind. I decided to be high tech and order pizza on-line. (Okay..I really just wanted to save the exorbinate fee of calling *411 to get the number on the way home.) Anyways, I typed in the adress...waited forever for the page to load..picked a pizza...waited...put toppings on...waited. I think you get the picture. After about 10 minutes my pizza was ordered and we loaded into the car to pick it up. (Once again, being to cheap to have it delivered.)
Another 7 minutes later Jon waives to me from the pizza place. Thinking..okay, what did they mess up..I head on in.
Me: "No order...what do you mean no order?"
Them "Miss..are you sure you picked our store"
Me "Yes...I put in my address and it said this location". (in my head "duh..I know where I ordered from")
Them 'There are two locations in this area"
Me "Oh" "Ummm"
Them calling the other Domino's "Yes..okay..yes we will tell her" "Miss...they have your order"
Needless to say, about an hour after the idea to order pizza, we are eating. I guess I am not so on-line adept.
Another 7 minutes later Jon waives to me from the pizza place. Thinking..okay, what did they mess up..I head on in.
Me: "No order...what do you mean no order?"
Them "Miss..are you sure you picked our store"
Me "Yes...I put in my address and it said this location". (in my head "duh..I know where I ordered from")
Them 'There are two locations in this area"
Me "Oh" "Ummm"
Them calling the other Domino's "Yes..okay..yes we will tell her" "Miss...they have your order"
Needless to say, about an hour after the idea to order pizza, we are eating. I guess I am not so on-line adept.
Fever
One wonders if the weather really does make kids sick. My daughter came home from conditioning last night and seemed fine, until bed time. Then I noticed she had a slight fever. I gave her some children's Tylenol to help with it and checked on her this morning. 101 degrees.
Needless to say I get to enjoy the work day with a curious and feverish 7 year old. (I think she enjoys this more than she will admit.) I brought in a blanket, pillow, and thanks to the 21st century, a portable DVD system. Barbie here we come!
Needless to say I get to enjoy the work day with a curious and feverish 7 year old. (I think she enjoys this more than she will admit.) I brought in a blanket, pillow, and thanks to the 21st century, a portable DVD system. Barbie here we come!
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