I just got back from an interesting and heavy visit with my very ill father and my mother (his ex-wife) so I'm exhausted but plan on blogging about the trip for Wed. However enjoy this in the meantime --Love and kisses, Sister Sassy. And thank you Sister Honeybunch for taking care of posting my stuff for me.
This is a mish mash of thoughts and ramblings that happened those few monotonous days between Christmas and New Years where you seem to be the only person in the world working therefore you have NOTHING to do.
What is the deal with White Chocolate?? I HATE white chocolate, it's gross and it's not even chocolate! Why do they even taunt us as if it would taste as good? Someone in my office puts a Russell Stover gift box of many delightful looking candy...except they were all covered in white "chocolate" After the first piece I ate I immediately im'ed my wonderful sweet co-worker (whom I LOVE) that although I found the candy gross I wouldn't be surprised if I did indeed eat another piece, she admitted that she felt the same way after her piece and had indeed had a second piece. The desperation to eat something sweet no matter what it is(eye roll). For the second inevitable piece I was smarter and crouched at a garbage can picking away the white chocolate part revealing the caramel calling my name. My wonderful co-worker almost got her camera out in time to take a picture of me doing this. The second piece was much better... but I vowed to not eat any more candy that I won't enjoy when I have yummy candy I can eat at home.
I checked my parenting board a few times and posted about how my oldest child has the knack for talking NON STOP. My Kiki (the nickname he gave himself as a new talker, but I think sounds like a stripper name) talks NON STOP! OMG!! And this Christmas both he and Boogah (who is 1 1/2) were sick from the Friday before Christmas till the Wednesday after so I was stuck in a 2BR condo with him and his brother while hubby worked. Kiki talked non-stop and prefaced everything he said with "Mommy-mommy-mommy (insert sentence here)" by Sunday night I was stressed and trying to email about my ailing father and finally I asked Kiki if he could go talk to Boogah for awhile. Well... I think he got my unspoken message being smart enough at 3 1/2 to know his 1 1/2 year old brother mostly just says Apple and bunch of non-sense sounds. So he says to me.
Talk about feeling crappy! I told him I was very sorry and just stressed out because my daddy is sick. Then I was VERY careful for the rest of confinement to not get frustrated with the constant talking. It is so payback for when I was little I'm sure. My father was fond of saying I didn't talk until I was three and then I never shut up.
Kiki fits that to the T!(...what does that even mean? anyone? Bueller?)
So now it was nearly 4pm at the end of one of those long days and I'm sitting at my desk trying not to fall asleep because my GINORMOUS freakishly big tonsils are out to get me! They like to block my airway while I try to sleep, I suppose dying in my sleep somehow appeals to them. Seriously, my tonsils are freakishly big, I'm going to include a picture!
Awful aren't they? And check out the silver in there! I suppose I should have them cut out but I'm a big wussy and know that it's much more painful for adults than it is in children for some reason. But they're big, their gross, they try to kill me in my sleep and sometimes they smell funny. I'm not kidding. Oh well, I'll probably get them out at some point.
Hope you enjoyed the sneak peak into my throat of horrors.