One day I was in charge of giving my 2 year old brother a bath. I got my brother undressed and in the bath and then ran to get him some toys to play with in the tub. His favorite things to play with at the time where measuring cups, a funnel, and some of his bath-worthy toys. He was always playing with a hand-held egg beater that my Mom had. He was fascinated by the thing so I decided to throw that int the tub with him.
After I got him all washed up and hair clean we started playing with the assorted things in the tub. He spotted the egg beater and started playing with it with much glee. Well as he was spinning the blades he was moving it around and got it a little too close to his body. The next thing I know his "twig and berries" were caught in the egg beater. I have never seen someones face go from being completely happy to complete confusion and horror so fast.
I yelled for my Mom and when she came in I was pretty sure she was going to faint. Now this whole time my little brother did not utter so much as a whimper, he just sat there looking from the egg beater to my Mom amd me. Not knowing what else to do I reached down and very slowly reversed the direction of the blades. All the time waiting for my little brother to let out an blood curdling scream. But to my amazement as well as my Mom's he stayed quite.
I finally managed to seperate the egg beater from his family jewels. I grabbed a towel and scooped him up, ran to the bedroom and put him on the bed. Mom and I looked and to our relief he did not have a single cut and he still was not crying. As a matter of fact he got up and went back to the bathroom. He wanted to finish playing in the tub.
To this day I do not know how he came out of that one unscathed because by the looks of it at the time it was mangled. We laugh about it today and ask my brother if he wants to play with the egg beater. Oh, I should mention that when he did get back in the bath he handed me the egg beater and shook his head no. He wouldn't play with again after that.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Saturday, April 23, 2011
The Truth or a Lie??...
This one might be a bit long, so bare with me if you will...
I was just watching a movie about what is better, to tell the truth or to lie and spare someones feelings and it made me think of things I hve either lied about or told the truth and to wht end it brought me.
Now, I have always tried to tell the truth but I hve fallen short on a few occasions... if you have not then stop reading now for you are a saint and need not tarnish your soul with my wonderings. As I was saying, on some occasions I have done the right thing and told the truth only to lose things and/or people who were dear to me.But then again, I have lied and have had the same outcome...so which is better??
For me, I had decided a while ago that the truth is always better because at least I knew I did the right thing. I try not to hurt when telling the truth but sometimes, as they say, the truth can hurt. I fear that our society favors lies to get what we want or to spare others. If we are judged in the end will heaven be short some souls?
I am open and honest with my children for if they can not trust me then who can they trust? And I hope I am doing them a service by raising them with a bit of morals. I pray that they will grow up and pass these traits to their children. From where I stand we could all use a little more of the truth and a lot less codelling.
So, if you want to know the truth ask me, if not then I implore you to seek advice elsewhere. But then again, what do I know? The truth is different for everyone of us. So to you I may be lying right now...or perhaps not. I will leave that up to you for your reality is much different than mine.
My truth is that I am fallable, as are we all, but God created forgiveness for a reason.... To thine own self be true.
Thanks for reading my ramblings, hope they do a bit of good.
I was just watching a movie about what is better, to tell the truth or to lie and spare someones feelings and it made me think of things I hve either lied about or told the truth and to wht end it brought me.
Now, I have always tried to tell the truth but I hve fallen short on a few occasions... if you have not then stop reading now for you are a saint and need not tarnish your soul with my wonderings. As I was saying, on some occasions I have done the right thing and told the truth only to lose things and/or people who were dear to me.But then again, I have lied and have had the same outcome...so which is better??
For me, I had decided a while ago that the truth is always better because at least I knew I did the right thing. I try not to hurt when telling the truth but sometimes, as they say, the truth can hurt. I fear that our society favors lies to get what we want or to spare others. If we are judged in the end will heaven be short some souls?
I am open and honest with my children for if they can not trust me then who can they trust? And I hope I am doing them a service by raising them with a bit of morals. I pray that they will grow up and pass these traits to their children. From where I stand we could all use a little more of the truth and a lot less codelling.
So, if you want to know the truth ask me, if not then I implore you to seek advice elsewhere. But then again, what do I know? The truth is different for everyone of us. So to you I may be lying right now...or perhaps not. I will leave that up to you for your reality is much different than mine.
My truth is that I am fallable, as are we all, but God created forgiveness for a reason.... To thine own self be true.
Thanks for reading my ramblings, hope they do a bit of good.
Friday, January 28, 2011
What do you think....
So last monday I had to go to the ER because I was having trouble breathing and really bad tremors and after 2 hours there and an EKG later they tell me it was just an anxiety attack. It has been 4 days and I still have the same symptoms as before but maybe a lil worse. Now I have never heard of an anxiety attack that last that long without letting up at all.
I have sharp pains in my chest and head and I can't stop my head from bobbling... I feel like Katherine Hepburn. They also said that the numbness I was experiencing was because of hyperventilation... the problem is I have to remind myself to breath because I hold my breath and my heart doesn't race as is the case with anxiety attacks. So I think they are wrong. Have any of you been through this or know someone that has? I need an avenue to present to my doctor.
I'm really kinda scared because I have been having severe migrains shortly before all of the other symptoms... so I don't know if that's coincidence or if it all fit's together. I hope it's nothing but I want tests done to the fullest because cancer runs in my family... on both sides. So if you have any suggestions please let me know.
Sorry this blog is not like my others but hopefully I will get back to funny next time.(If the others are even funny to anyone else but me..lol.)Thanks for your time!
I have sharp pains in my chest and head and I can't stop my head from bobbling... I feel like Katherine Hepburn. They also said that the numbness I was experiencing was because of hyperventilation... the problem is I have to remind myself to breath because I hold my breath and my heart doesn't race as is the case with anxiety attacks. So I think they are wrong. Have any of you been through this or know someone that has? I need an avenue to present to my doctor.
I'm really kinda scared because I have been having severe migrains shortly before all of the other symptoms... so I don't know if that's coincidence or if it all fit's together. I hope it's nothing but I want tests done to the fullest because cancer runs in my family... on both sides. So if you have any suggestions please let me know.
Sorry this blog is not like my others but hopefully I will get back to funny next time.(If the others are even funny to anyone else but me..lol.)Thanks for your time!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Willy's story... (6 yrs old..almost)
portals portals portals o just forgit u bawt it dead space forgit a bawt evreshag o god i see a spiders as i run n klo my mom n my mom sdps on it
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Phuq it...
Have you ever just wanted to say fuck it and leave your life behind and head for the hills?!? I get the urge once in a while but then I think I would freeze or starve to death within a week.
Besides, who would make my mt.dew? Can even get the ingredients for mt.dew in the wild?!? I could grow my own pot but then what happens when I get the munchies?!? I don't think tree limbs and bark would be good munchies material.
I could camp out in my backyard for a few weeks... act like I'm tracking animals by sneaking into the kitchen and tackling a raw chicken. I've heard raw chicken is quite dangerous though.
Ah fuck it.... I'll just stay here and stalk the mt.dew and Ritz crackers in my cupboard.... that's enough adventure for me. That's gettin back to the basics.... right?!?!
Besides, who would make my mt.dew? Can even get the ingredients for mt.dew in the wild?!? I could grow my own pot but then what happens when I get the munchies?!? I don't think tree limbs and bark would be good munchies material.
I could camp out in my backyard for a few weeks... act like I'm tracking animals by sneaking into the kitchen and tackling a raw chicken. I've heard raw chicken is quite dangerous though.
Ah fuck it.... I'll just stay here and stalk the mt.dew and Ritz crackers in my cupboard.... that's enough adventure for me. That's gettin back to the basics.... right?!?!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Stuff...
I was watching RuPaul's Drag race and there is one thing that really disturbs me about that show.... it's not fair that a man can do his makeup better than me!!! Some of those men are sooooo beautiful when they get all dragged out. I wish they would stop by and teach me how to do my makeup so flawlessly.
There is something about Ru that I really like. I think it's her charisma. She just seems to be happy all the time. I want the zest for life that Ru has. I get the sense that it's real too... not just made up for t.v. I don't know why but when I think about drag queens I usually think that they are sad but not Ru.
Like some of the queens on her show... they just seem lost. Some of them hardly ever smile or even laugh. I hope that they find happiness because what they are doing really gives me an extreme respect for them. It can't be easy to be so different in such a cruel world. The courage is just astounding to me. If I had that kind of courage in my life just think of things I could accomplish!
I remember when Ru first came out doing the modeling... I thought she was the prettiest thing had ever seen... still do... that smile is contagious. So Ru I have got to be your biggest hetero fan...lol... keep on keepin' on!
There is something about Ru that I really like. I think it's her charisma. She just seems to be happy all the time. I want the zest for life that Ru has. I get the sense that it's real too... not just made up for t.v. I don't know why but when I think about drag queens I usually think that they are sad but not Ru.
Like some of the queens on her show... they just seem lost. Some of them hardly ever smile or even laugh. I hope that they find happiness because what they are doing really gives me an extreme respect for them. It can't be easy to be so different in such a cruel world. The courage is just astounding to me. If I had that kind of courage in my life just think of things I could accomplish!
I remember when Ru first came out doing the modeling... I thought she was the prettiest thing had ever seen... still do... that smile is contagious. So Ru I have got to be your biggest hetero fan...lol... keep on keepin' on!
Saturday, March 27, 2010
The Accident....
When my oldest son was about three I took him shopping at Fred Meyers. I was looking through the clothes and my son would usually stay right next to me. This time he kept creeping around the other side of the rack away from me. Finally I walked up to him and asked "What are you doing?" He just gave me a strange look and then the smell hit me.
I said "Did you go poopoo?" He said "It was an assident.(accident)" I said "Oh man! Ok let's go to the bathroom." So off we went... I got him in the bathroom and got him stripped from the waste down. His undies were so soiled that I just wrapped them in paper towels and threw them out. He had gotten a bit of poo down the leg of his pants so I cleaned him up with soap, water, and copious amounts of paper towels.
When he was clean I set him up on the counter on a paper towel so that he wouldn't decide to do some scuba diving in the toilet while I was working on his pants. So while he sat there naked from the waste down I went to work on cleaning his pants good enough to get us out of the store and home. An old woman in her early 70's, I would guess, walked in.
My son looked at the lady and then points and says "These are my balls." The lady smiled sweetly and said "Yes dear, every lil boys has them." and continued into a stall. I didn't know whether I should die laughing or of embarrassment... so I put his pants on and did both when we got out to the car.
He's going to love me for putting this story on here ... but it's one of my favorites and to this day if he does anything embarrassing I simply have to say "These are my balls." and he slinks off without a word.... lmao I love being a Mom!
I said "Did you go poopoo?" He said "It was an assident.(accident)" I said "Oh man! Ok let's go to the bathroom." So off we went... I got him in the bathroom and got him stripped from the waste down. His undies were so soiled that I just wrapped them in paper towels and threw them out. He had gotten a bit of poo down the leg of his pants so I cleaned him up with soap, water, and copious amounts of paper towels.
When he was clean I set him up on the counter on a paper towel so that he wouldn't decide to do some scuba diving in the toilet while I was working on his pants. So while he sat there naked from the waste down I went to work on cleaning his pants good enough to get us out of the store and home. An old woman in her early 70's, I would guess, walked in.
My son looked at the lady and then points and says "These are my balls." The lady smiled sweetly and said "Yes dear, every lil boys has them." and continued into a stall. I didn't know whether I should die laughing or of embarrassment... so I put his pants on and did both when we got out to the car.
He's going to love me for putting this story on here ... but it's one of my favorites and to this day if he does anything embarrassing I simply have to say "These are my balls." and he slinks off without a word.... lmao I love being a Mom!
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