Ah yes - the Motion Picture Association of America.
Did you know that if you walk into a theater, buy your 16 1/2 year old a ticket to an "R" rated movie (The Pineapple Express) and then try to send him in on his own, you will have some short, silly looking woman who works for said theater tell you that he cannot watch the movie? Even when you tell her that this child is YOUR son and is just months shy of 17 and you have NO problems with him seeing the movie?
Holy Age Restrictions, Batman!
I am flabbergasted. I understand the ratings. I understand about rules, however, I am the child's parent and if I say he can go watch some stupid "R" rated movie then MPAA be damned. He doesn't need me to hold his freakin' hand while he watches it. Yet, that is exactly what I had to do.
My plan was to watch Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 w/Bec & her friend, C. What ended up happening is me sitting in a theater with a bunch of teenyboppers (who really didn't ALL look 17 or accompanied by their parents) watching a movie about smoking maryjane & friendship.
Now either way, I realized I was going to be sitting watching some kind of teenybopper movie, but I was looking forward to a chick flick (which is usually SO not my style). I also got a bit miffed that it was ok to leave my 13yo *ok, almost 14yo* in a theater alone because I was required to sit with my 16 1/2 yo according to the MPAA. On the way home, while I was still spitting nails at the stupidity of it all, I wondered aloud if the MPAA has police and if they randomly target movie theaters across the country and bust all the under 17's in "R" rated movies? I mean seriously...unless that's the case, I don't understand the total adherence to the "under 17 must be accompanied by adult" rule. And apparently from the looks of the theater, they didn't care about anyone, except for Jerm, not getting in.
Ah well, like I told Jerm - few more months and this won't be an issue anymore. He was only angry because he knew I was looking forward to the Sisterhood movie, but truth be told, it wasn't a hardship to watch a movie with him. And let's face it, it's pretty cool that my 16 1/2 yo is totally cool with me watching a movie with him. In fact, we spent the whole afternoon together yesterday (including a late lunch out) and I enjoyed it immensely.
Oh and as an update on said Jerm...He is due at the imaging center Thursday morning for a barium swallow chest xray series and then sees the pediatric cardiologist on Sept. 2nd. While I hope they don't find something awful, I am hoping they find something that explains his episodes. He also had his physical yesterday and he is 6' tall and 139.5lbs. Tall and lanky. I cannot believe he is only 6' because he looks taller to me - well except when he stands next to his Dad and then I can tell he is about 3" shorter. :oP
Life is good even if there are snotty ticket takers at movie theaters policing for underage watchers who are actually OK'd to be there by their parent.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
TGIF
Thank God it's Friday....
Why?
I think this term was made up for people who work outside of the home AND who do not ever work weekends. Seriously. What the heck is so good about Friday? I mean, they even named a restaurant TGIFridays...WHY?
When I worked outside of the home back when my two eldest were little, Fridays were good because I knew I had the weekend off, but I was TIRED from working the whole week. Saturday was a MUCH better day and led to a much fresher faced Di. Truth be told, Saturday nights were always the better night to go out and have fun.
Now that I've been retired from Accounting for over 13 years, Fridays aren't anything at all to me. It's just another day. No break. Sometimes even Saturdays don't feel like a break because my darling husband still has to work. I mean, during the school year it just means the little ones will be under feet for the next two days and begging to play Nintendo DS or the big ones will be asking which friend they can have over or go somewhere with.
I actually love Sundays, truth be told. They are a day where we all are together. No one works. Usually half of us go to church (which is next door, btw - no real hardship to get there) and we're out by 11. Sundays during the winter months are usually the best for me. I cook a little and then take nice leisurely naps on the sofa in front of the TV. Ahhhhhh...niiiiiiiiccccccce. It is like my own little slice of heaven on earth.....
So yeah, today is Friday and nothing is different from the four days that came before it. I'm doing laundry and cleaning the house. Can't wait for Sunday though....... :)
Why?
I think this term was made up for people who work outside of the home AND who do not ever work weekends. Seriously. What the heck is so good about Friday? I mean, they even named a restaurant TGIFridays...WHY?
When I worked outside of the home back when my two eldest were little, Fridays were good because I knew I had the weekend off, but I was TIRED from working the whole week. Saturday was a MUCH better day and led to a much fresher faced Di. Truth be told, Saturday nights were always the better night to go out and have fun.
Now that I've been retired from Accounting for over 13 years, Fridays aren't anything at all to me. It's just another day. No break. Sometimes even Saturdays don't feel like a break because my darling husband still has to work. I mean, during the school year it just means the little ones will be under feet for the next two days and begging to play Nintendo DS or the big ones will be asking which friend they can have over or go somewhere with.
I actually love Sundays, truth be told. They are a day where we all are together. No one works. Usually half of us go to church (which is next door, btw - no real hardship to get there) and we're out by 11. Sundays during the winter months are usually the best for me. I cook a little and then take nice leisurely naps on the sofa in front of the TV. Ahhhhhh...niiiiiiiiccccccce. It is like my own little slice of heaven on earth.....
So yeah, today is Friday and nothing is different from the four days that came before it. I'm doing laundry and cleaning the house. Can't wait for Sunday though....... :)
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
So far this week...
I used my treadmill at home.
I said good bye to my nephew who leaves for Marine boot camp in 5 days.
I didn't cry even though I wanted to.
I spent time with my ILs.
I received some funny texts from a friend named Jenn (I love you an envelope!)
I've been to the gym two days in a row.
I plan on making it three days in a row.
I've stepped up my cardio workouts.
I've lost 5 pounds.
I have about 30 more pounds to go.
I cooked a meal that included all the veggies I could pick from the garden (except that lone string bean off of David's school plant - I ate that raw.).
I went and had an ice cream cone by myself at my favorite homemade ice cream place (butter pecan on a sugar cone).
I chose the ice cream over french fries from the burger stand up the street.
I figured ice cream was dairy and good for me.
I broke my washing machine.
I haven't done any laundry.
I'm scared that the laundry monster will come and eat us all alive if my washing machine is not fixed soon.
I spoke to the repairman and he promised it would be fixed in a couple of days.
I hope so.
I cleaned up vomit from my girl & her carseat - twice - on a ride we took.
I decided that rides were better without most of the children.
I also decided that maybe my girl gets carsick.
I've missed my LFFs and wished we all lived closer.
I've gotten irritated with someone from HTs and have decided that it is best I do not respond to her any more.
I watched Dirty Jobs on the boob tube.
I saw a picture of me from Sunday and realized that I really am tired of the way I look.
I am able to do a mile in under 16 minutes on the treadmill now - please don't mind my wheezing.
I've done crunches on my exercise ball - only 10 at a time.
I've found out that crunches hurt my tummy.
I noticed that my tummy muscles laugh at me when I'm not looking - slackers.
I had some icky man choose the treadmill next to me even though there were at least 25 others open.
I was weirded out and didn't look anywhere, but forward, until he left.
I was told we are taking a vacation in two weeks.
I am not holding my breath.
I am wishing that it was not raining and that the children could all go outside and play now.
I am done blogging for now.
I said good bye to my nephew who leaves for Marine boot camp in 5 days.
I didn't cry even though I wanted to.
I spent time with my ILs.
I received some funny texts from a friend named Jenn (I love you an envelope!)
I've been to the gym two days in a row.
I plan on making it three days in a row.
I've stepped up my cardio workouts.
I've lost 5 pounds.
I have about 30 more pounds to go.
I cooked a meal that included all the veggies I could pick from the garden (except that lone string bean off of David's school plant - I ate that raw.).
I went and had an ice cream cone by myself at my favorite homemade ice cream place (butter pecan on a sugar cone).
I chose the ice cream over french fries from the burger stand up the street.
I figured ice cream was dairy and good for me.
I broke my washing machine.
I haven't done any laundry.
I'm scared that the laundry monster will come and eat us all alive if my washing machine is not fixed soon.
I spoke to the repairman and he promised it would be fixed in a couple of days.
I hope so.
I cleaned up vomit from my girl & her carseat - twice - on a ride we took.
I decided that rides were better without most of the children.
I also decided that maybe my girl gets carsick.
I've missed my LFFs and wished we all lived closer.
I've gotten irritated with someone from HTs and have decided that it is best I do not respond to her any more.
I watched Dirty Jobs on the boob tube.
I saw a picture of me from Sunday and realized that I really am tired of the way I look.
I am able to do a mile in under 16 minutes on the treadmill now - please don't mind my wheezing.
I've done crunches on my exercise ball - only 10 at a time.
I've found out that crunches hurt my tummy.
I noticed that my tummy muscles laugh at me when I'm not looking - slackers.
I had some icky man choose the treadmill next to me even though there were at least 25 others open.
I was weirded out and didn't look anywhere, but forward, until he left.
I was told we are taking a vacation in two weeks.
I am not holding my breath.
I am wishing that it was not raining and that the children could all go outside and play now.
I am done blogging for now.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Are people just rude?
So as I was sitting in the hell I call the orthodontist's office waiting for Thomas to be done with his appointment, some woman's cell phone rang. It was rather a loud obnoxious ring - quite like my own Hawaii Five-O theme song ring. Except, when I go into an office (or somewhere similar), I turn mine to vibrate or off altogether. Sometimes, gasp, I even leave the darn thing in the car.
So this woman answers her phone. And then proceeds to have a conversation with the person on the other end - in a room FULL of people. Quiet people. Who couldn't help, but overhear said phone call. She tells the person on the other end that she is at the orthodontist's office. Still the call doesn't end. She is annoyed with said person on other end. The conversation keeps going. By the end, I concluded that this was either her mother or her ex husband. The tone of the conversation was not a happy one. My thought was, if this is a call you absolutely had to take, why didn't you step outside the office? I saw another woman do the same exact thing just minutes after I got there. Isn't that the polite thing to do?
I think if this were the first time it happened I might be less annoyed, but the last time I sat in the same orthodontist's office waiting for Jeremy, some woman had a loud conversation on her cell phone in the middle of busy office and there was no point to it. NONE. She was just shooting the shit with a friend or neighbor. I cringed the whole time thinking to myself, "do you really think I (and every other single person making up your captive audience) want to know all about your life in such intimacy?" I mean, c'mon?! Is common courtesy rocket science now?
Most -probably all- of the people who will read this know that I have a cell phone and I text on it regularly. It is the way that I keep in touch with my children, husband and other family members. I also talk on it once in awhile when hubby decides he can't text fast enough to tell me what he needs. I try very hard to be courteous especially when within the confines of a small, totally filled waiting room though. Even yesterday as my phone vibrated constantly from the texts Jerm & my SIL were sending me, I turned off the vibrate mode and kept it on silent. In such a small, quiet room - vibrate was even too loud.
I guess I just don't get why some people are so discourteous. I mean this certainly isn't ruining my life and I wasn't seriously injured because of it, but I have to wonder why thinking of others first isn't a common theme when it comes to cell phone use. I also should apologize to anyone I have ever offended by using my own phone. After these two encounters, I've been far more careful and will continue to be...
So this woman answers her phone. And then proceeds to have a conversation with the person on the other end - in a room FULL of people. Quiet people. Who couldn't help, but overhear said phone call. She tells the person on the other end that she is at the orthodontist's office. Still the call doesn't end. She is annoyed with said person on other end. The conversation keeps going. By the end, I concluded that this was either her mother or her ex husband. The tone of the conversation was not a happy one. My thought was, if this is a call you absolutely had to take, why didn't you step outside the office? I saw another woman do the same exact thing just minutes after I got there. Isn't that the polite thing to do?
I think if this were the first time it happened I might be less annoyed, but the last time I sat in the same orthodontist's office waiting for Jeremy, some woman had a loud conversation on her cell phone in the middle of busy office and there was no point to it. NONE. She was just shooting the shit with a friend or neighbor. I cringed the whole time thinking to myself, "do you really think I (and every other single person making up your captive audience) want to know all about your life in such intimacy?" I mean, c'mon?! Is common courtesy rocket science now?
Most -probably all- of the people who will read this know that I have a cell phone and I text on it regularly. It is the way that I keep in touch with my children, husband and other family members. I also talk on it once in awhile when hubby decides he can't text fast enough to tell me what he needs. I try very hard to be courteous especially when within the confines of a small, totally filled waiting room though. Even yesterday as my phone vibrated constantly from the texts Jerm & my SIL were sending me, I turned off the vibrate mode and kept it on silent. In such a small, quiet room - vibrate was even too loud.
I guess I just don't get why some people are so discourteous. I mean this certainly isn't ruining my life and I wasn't seriously injured because of it, but I have to wonder why thinking of others first isn't a common theme when it comes to cell phone use. I also should apologize to anyone I have ever offended by using my own phone. After these two encounters, I've been far more careful and will continue to be...
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Recovery time
The cyroablation went well yesterday. The only discomfort I had was really my bladder being full and getting more full as the procedure went on. It wouldn't have been so bad, but the procedure is done via ultrasound so the u/s tech was pushing around near my bladder while the doctor used the probe to burn away my uterine lining.
The actual procedure itself is done in two parts. They started on my left side. 9mins 30sec. Temps that reached -99C. Then we wait for the probe to warm up some before it is moved to the right side because as the doctor pointed out, we wouldn't want a situation like the tongue stuck to the flag pole in Christmas Story. hahaha 9min. 30sec. on the left side. Again, temps that reached -99C. Probe warms up. Probe comes out. Damn speculum comes out (that thing just never is comfortable - ever - even after all these years and all those kids). I am told to slowly get up and then I can go empty my bladder. YAY! Of course in my excitement of getting to empty my bladder, I forget my sweats & undies out in the room so I have to go out commando to get them. lol I get dressed and the u/s tech walks me down the hall. She asks if I am feeling ok. I say that I'm fine and she tells me that I look rather pale. I laughed out loud and told her that so many nurses have thought the same thing after I've had babies. I am always rather anemic and I just have pale skin. I just look like death warmed over, but I'm actually ok.
So I get my follow up appt. with my NP and as I am walking out the door, Chris is walking in. He is surprised that my procedure went so quickly (just under an hour and this office is NEVER quick about anything). He asks how I am and I say tired. I also tell him that I need to eat (per doctors orders). I tell him I want to go to Mrs. Lynda's. She is my friend and owns a coffee house. She makes awesome wraps. I love chicken salad. So he buys me one and an apple fritter because he loves me so. While talking to my buddy Lynda, I start to not feel so good. The drug cocktail must be wearing off along with the local anesthetic. I get home and start to feel sick. I lay down and sleep for awhile. No one bothers me. I wake up and have some crampy pain so I eat half of my wrap. I take another vicodin per doctor's orders. I sleep...and sleep...and sleep. I wake up. I don't feel so good. I go into the bathroom to empty my bladder and I get the feeling I'm going to be sick. Oh no...I pull the garbage can over. spit, spit, spit...swallow, swallow, swallow. Tell myself no getting sick, no getting sick, no getting sick - over and over and over again. I feel better. I go back to bed. I think maybe I should eat, but someone is texting me.
I have a texting conversation with my SIL (her only son, my nephew) leaves for Marine boot camp in two weeks. She is holding up, but I know it is only for her son's sake. My heart goes out to her and I love her so much. She is my sister. She asks me how I am and I tell her. I ask her how she is and she says she's keeping it together. I tell her that I am here for her with a shoulder or an ear or just for some simple retail therapy. She thanks me and says she'll be taking me up on all of it. I tell her I'm tired now...she lets me go back to resting. But then, out of the blue...the urge comes back to toss my cookies and this time I know I won't be able to resist. I run to the bathroom and there they go. Twice. But I feel so much better. And it wasn't my whole lunch anyway. I figure it is probably best not to take the vicodin any longer. My body just does not do well with pain meds. In fact, I take nothing else the rest of the night. I ate some bread & butter and a banana (and my apple fritter...lol) I fall asleep around 10 and wake up around 7 this morning feeling achy...like the flu achy. I took some OTC advil. Two. I feel ok. Not great - not ready to get on my treadmill, but ok.
During my sleeping time yesterday I had phone calls from J (I loved seeing your name on my caller ID even if you didn't mean to call) and my sister. My MIL called later that night, but spoke with Chris. I had so many lovely messages on my FB wall from my awesome friends. Believe me when I say that those messages made my heart sing with joy. I love you all...you are the BESTIES in the WHOLE UNICORN...For sure - for real - forever!
So today, I'm just going to do some laundry and rest some more. I hope by tomorrow that I can get back into the groove of life and go on my merry way....
The actual procedure itself is done in two parts. They started on my left side. 9mins 30sec. Temps that reached -99C. Then we wait for the probe to warm up some before it is moved to the right side because as the doctor pointed out, we wouldn't want a situation like the tongue stuck to the flag pole in Christmas Story. hahaha 9min. 30sec. on the left side. Again, temps that reached -99C. Probe warms up. Probe comes out. Damn speculum comes out (that thing just never is comfortable - ever - even after all these years and all those kids). I am told to slowly get up and then I can go empty my bladder. YAY! Of course in my excitement of getting to empty my bladder, I forget my sweats & undies out in the room so I have to go out commando to get them. lol I get dressed and the u/s tech walks me down the hall. She asks if I am feeling ok. I say that I'm fine and she tells me that I look rather pale. I laughed out loud and told her that so many nurses have thought the same thing after I've had babies. I am always rather anemic and I just have pale skin. I just look like death warmed over, but I'm actually ok.
So I get my follow up appt. with my NP and as I am walking out the door, Chris is walking in. He is surprised that my procedure went so quickly (just under an hour and this office is NEVER quick about anything). He asks how I am and I say tired. I also tell him that I need to eat (per doctors orders). I tell him I want to go to Mrs. Lynda's. She is my friend and owns a coffee house. She makes awesome wraps. I love chicken salad. So he buys me one and an apple fritter because he loves me so. While talking to my buddy Lynda, I start to not feel so good. The drug cocktail must be wearing off along with the local anesthetic. I get home and start to feel sick. I lay down and sleep for awhile. No one bothers me. I wake up and have some crampy pain so I eat half of my wrap. I take another vicodin per doctor's orders. I sleep...and sleep...and sleep. I wake up. I don't feel so good. I go into the bathroom to empty my bladder and I get the feeling I'm going to be sick. Oh no...I pull the garbage can over. spit, spit, spit...swallow, swallow, swallow. Tell myself no getting sick, no getting sick, no getting sick - over and over and over again. I feel better. I go back to bed. I think maybe I should eat, but someone is texting me.
I have a texting conversation with my SIL (her only son, my nephew) leaves for Marine boot camp in two weeks. She is holding up, but I know it is only for her son's sake. My heart goes out to her and I love her so much. She is my sister. She asks me how I am and I tell her. I ask her how she is and she says she's keeping it together. I tell her that I am here for her with a shoulder or an ear or just for some simple retail therapy. She thanks me and says she'll be taking me up on all of it. I tell her I'm tired now...she lets me go back to resting. But then, out of the blue...the urge comes back to toss my cookies and this time I know I won't be able to resist. I run to the bathroom and there they go. Twice. But I feel so much better. And it wasn't my whole lunch anyway. I figure it is probably best not to take the vicodin any longer. My body just does not do well with pain meds. In fact, I take nothing else the rest of the night. I ate some bread & butter and a banana (and my apple fritter...lol) I fall asleep around 10 and wake up around 7 this morning feeling achy...like the flu achy. I took some OTC advil. Two. I feel ok. Not great - not ready to get on my treadmill, but ok.
During my sleeping time yesterday I had phone calls from J (I loved seeing your name on my caller ID even if you didn't mean to call) and my sister. My MIL called later that night, but spoke with Chris. I had so many lovely messages on my FB wall from my awesome friends. Believe me when I say that those messages made my heart sing with joy. I love you all...you are the BESTIES in the WHOLE UNICORN...For sure - for real - forever!
So today, I'm just going to do some laundry and rest some more. I hope by tomorrow that I can get back into the groove of life and go on my merry way....
Monday, July 28, 2008
It's the big day
And I'm nervous as all heck.
Couldn't sleep last night until after midnight. Didn't sleep well and was awake with Chris' alarm around 6. Almost done with my coffee and then I need to eat a light breakfast, shower, take my meds and drink 24 oz. of water so that my bladder is nice and full for the procedure. Gah...maybe I should have had the bladder fixed first, eh?
And you realize that I get generic drugs (free so I shouldn't complain)...so I looked at the pills last night. The Ativan or some type of "pam" is little. No biggie. There are 4 of those. I think I'm supposed to take just one (I have to look over my instructions again). The ibuprofen? HOLY MOLY...size of a third world country and UNcoated...ICK...have to take one. On to the Vicodin (or hydrocodone) and it's more of the same and I have to get two of these babies down! For the love of PETE, why don't they put a coating on these darn things. I mean really - is it going to make the cost go up that much? Give me a good ol' capsule or gel cap any day. Hell, just give me some kind of damn coating so it doesn't start dissolving before it goes down my throat please.
So, with that bit of ranting (or would you say whining?) I'm off. I hope that this procedure goes well and that the AF's of old become just a distant memory. For what I wouldn't give to be done with super plus tampons and over night pads being changed every friggen hour on the hour for two days straight every month. Can't say I'll miss that!
Couldn't sleep last night until after midnight. Didn't sleep well and was awake with Chris' alarm around 6. Almost done with my coffee and then I need to eat a light breakfast, shower, take my meds and drink 24 oz. of water so that my bladder is nice and full for the procedure. Gah...maybe I should have had the bladder fixed first, eh?
And you realize that I get generic drugs (free so I shouldn't complain)...so I looked at the pills last night. The Ativan or some type of "pam" is little. No biggie. There are 4 of those. I think I'm supposed to take just one (I have to look over my instructions again). The ibuprofen? HOLY MOLY...size of a third world country and UNcoated...ICK...have to take one. On to the Vicodin (or hydrocodone) and it's more of the same and I have to get two of these babies down! For the love of PETE, why don't they put a coating on these darn things. I mean really - is it going to make the cost go up that much? Give me a good ol' capsule or gel cap any day. Hell, just give me some kind of damn coating so it doesn't start dissolving before it goes down my throat please.
So, with that bit of ranting (or would you say whining?) I'm off. I hope that this procedure goes well and that the AF's of old become just a distant memory. For what I wouldn't give to be done with super plus tampons and over night pads being changed every friggen hour on the hour for two days straight every month. Can't say I'll miss that!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
:) Makes me smile
So with my new found "confidence" in myself, I decided to put myself out there on Facebook by friend requesting a bunch of people (only guys...lol...go figure) that graduated high school with me. We are having our 20yr reunion this October and I am on the planning committee. I would be heartbroken if any of them turned me down or blocked me. Seriously. (How stupid is that - it's not like they were my "best friends"!)
So after I did the requesting, I went and cleaned the 'fridge...because I felt stupid and wished I could take back all the requesting. But guess what? TWO already accepted my friend request!!! How cool is that?!
Yeah, so they aren't my best friends and I'm still kinda nervous that they might think I am a freak, but they didn't block me...
So after I did the requesting, I went and cleaned the 'fridge...because I felt stupid and wished I could take back all the requesting. But guess what? TWO already accepted my friend request!!! How cool is that?!
Yeah, so they aren't my best friends and I'm still kinda nervous that they might think I am a freak, but they didn't block me...
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