Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
So I went to the doctor today. They took lots of my blood. Then they loaded me up with not one, but TWO antibiotics. And offered to hospitalize me. Because it would be too simple, if I wasn't allergic to almost every single antibiotic I have ever taken.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
But you know, it sure is expensive to develop all those photos! Although, really, I just got a picture cd.
For two weeks by mid-day I am so itching, I have to take medicine. Hives. I started logging what I ate each day to figure out what it possible was. The only thing that I can potentially come up with is a certain drink at Starbucks. I quit going for days. The itching gets worse. What the hell? Then I try to figure out where on my body I am the most itchy. Head, yes. Oh God, what if it is lice! I panic. I make Kenny check my whole head. I am terrified that I might get those creepy little bugs on me one day. No lice. Kenny also points out lice don't cause hives. Whatever, you can never be too safe. I go back to my itchiness assessment. Back, oh yes. Arms, dear Lord yes. Legs? A bit. Although. It is only my thighs. As in where shorts hit. I haven't worn long pants in months. It is the detergent. The same brand and scent I have been buying for months. Anywhere on my body that comes on contact with fabric at any point in the day is itchy. And I just washed every single bit of the laundry before we went on vacation.
Sorting everything into laundry loads, I survey the damage. My clothes alone, eight loads. I will have to rewash Emmi's clothes, because I hold her all day. The towels will all have to be washed. Sheets. Blankets. The couch cushions I washed two weeks ago and have since thought the fabric seemed rough and itchy, although no one else seemed to feel that way. I am going to be doing laundry for the next two weeks. Or I could wash a few things, wear only those, and call it a day.
Friday, July 25, 2008
"Okay....why?" I glanced back at Kenny and shrugged. We had been walking for awhile. I was hot. I didn't want to find another restaurant. I didn't need a drink that bad.
"It is illegal in Mexico when a hurricane is coming to serve alcohol," the hostess matter-of-factly replied.
Oh. Makes senses. Wait. Hold on. Did she just say, "when a hurricane is coming"? By the time we finished dinner, stores were closing, shop owners taping windows up, chairs and tables at outdoor restaurants being secured down with ropes. Most of the tourist had left the city, returning to the safety of their hotels. It was slightly eerie.
By the next morning it was clear that the "hurricane" was nothing more than a bad rainstorm. One that lasted the first two days of our trip. By the third day, the clouds gave way, and the sweltering heat set in, leaving us to explore the city and hang out on the beach.
The entrance to Alux, a restaurant built inside a cave!
Hanging out on the beach....and in a tree!
***More pictures to come! I will put them in a slideshow today.***
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Courtyard at Fusion Hotel
A year later, we tried out the other side, visiting Puerta Vallarta staying at an all-inclusive, saving a beaucoup of money, and rather enjoying all of the luxuries of the hotel. While we liked hiking up the waterfalls and the views of the mountains, we missed the crystal clear water. So this year, when it came time to plan our vacation, we once again opted for the Caribbean side.
This time tomorrow, give or take five minutes, my flight will be landing. And an hour later, I will be book in hand, sitting here......
....for the next five days. Without little children. Well, at least any that belong to me!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Don't worry, Mom, you can call me later and I will explain what Quarters is. Oh y'all don't laugh. It's not my mom's fault she doesn't know any drinking games. I mean, afterall, she just had her first sip of beer, like, last week.
Oooooo...you thought you got away with me not posting this......
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
I was walking across the parking lot one morning, when I stepped in front of my friend's car. My black/African American (hell, I never know what it is I am supposed to say. I don't like labels.) friend. She honked. I flicked her off. She yelled, "Bitch," out her car window. We both giggled. But to the onlooking group of twenty or so black girls, the situation looked anything but funny. I was surrounded quickly. The fight only broken up by Cory's pleas for them to leave me alone since we were friends. Although, really after that, how could we be friends? It became them versus us. It was the first time I realized there was a them and an us. At least according to them. And yet? I still tried to not let that affect the way I treat people.
Emmi crouched next to me in Target today looking at the toothbrushes, while I was debating which toothpaste to buy. My cart sat to one side, directly behind me so as not to block the isle. Really, it is hard decision, mint or wintergreen. I was kind of in my own world, which is probably why I didn't notice the woman approach from behind. That is until she forcibly bumped my cart with hers, knocking it first into me, then into Emmi. I turned, shocked, as Emmi started crying.
"Excuse you," She said.
I laughed a bit. Excuse me? She just rammed her cart into my cart knocking it into my child. And somehow this is my fault?
"You be in my way."
I looked at her evenly. "Well, then. The appropriate action would have been to ask me to please move. Not to knock your cart into mine, consequently hitting my child. You owe my child an apology."
She shook her head. "Oh hell no. Just cause you a white girl, don't be thinking I owe you nothing. You white girls always be thinking black women be owing you somethin'."
And then, I snapped. I have had enough of being accused of being racist. This scene has played out over and over in grocery stores and parking lots and malls. And I am just fucking tired of it.
"No, actually, I don't think you owe me anything. You owe my child an apology. And you are the only one that brought race into this. I don't give a good god damn if you are white, black, orange, or green, if you ram your fucking cart into my kid I am going to be all over your ass. Quite using the color of your skin as an excuse for your disgraceful behavior, because you are giving women everywhere a bad image." And with that, I turned and walked away.
And I am pretty sure, I am going to end up shot later today. I'm just sayin'. But maybe that's just me being racist.
Monday, July 14, 2008
We had just pulled onto the freeway when she choked on a bite of cinnamon roll. She chokes often. Damn soft palate issues. Thinking quickly I handed her my full coffee. "Take a sip, Ems," I demanded, while praying she wouldn't throw-up in my car. A little sputtering, followed by gulping. Whew. No throw-up in the car today.
"I all done!" Emmi leaned forward as far as her carseat would allow to hand me back my cup. Blindly I reached behind me to grab it from her. The cup felt odd. Too light. I could see her little grin in the rear view mirror. I held up the drink in front of me.
It. Was. Empty. She drank a whole iced white mocha. In 2.5 seconds. The caffeine seemed to have no effect on her at first. She walked along quietly beside me, pointing out items she liked at Target. I paused to look at some bathing suits. Emmi slowly started walking circles around the rack. Then....with a quickness I have never seen, she started running circles around the rack. Round and round and round. Faster and faster and faster. And with the same quickness the episode of running started, she stopped and fell in line beside me.
Apparently, caffeine has short term effects on Emmi, only to be used for quick bursts of speed.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
And really? Congratulations didn't fit on that cake. But at least I am smart enough to figure that out.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
I am going back to watching Ice Princess for the 90th time with the kids and pretending I don't like watching it.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
And, Allie. Call me! I'll need to walk you through some steps, so I can start working on yours. I finally have time!!!!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
That is. Until we got bored at the end. And started talking to random people we didn't really know. But pretended to. Although Holly and I quickly tired of that game when we figured out that the reason we didn't know them was because they weren't all that interesting, and they didn't have that much to say. So we wandered off, leaving Ashley to fend for herself. Not our problem if you are too nice to walk away. And after Ashley freed herself from the people talking molecular biology and summa cum laudes or some such, we headed out.
Although we did make one stop by our high school to take a picture in front of the eagle! Or umm... ON the eagle.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
When Emmi got her first cochlear implant, we were given three choices in brands. I won't bore you with the specifics, because unless you actually have one you probably don't care. But the one I choose was about to get a cool, new, snazzy upgraded processor (the outer portion). Of the many features, wireless capabilities, etc, this processor is supposed to be kick ass at processing music. Emmi loved music before. Especially opera. She can even connect an ipod directly into the new processor. It is cool. Really cool. Unfortunately, it wasn't approved in the US yet.
They kept saying it would be soon. Very soon. That is what they told me when she got her first implant. We heard the same story when she got the second. We waited. And waited. For two years.
AND IT IS FINALLY FDA APPROVED!! And we just placed her order.
On top of that, one of Emmi's CI's is acting up. It keeps signalling electrical failure. Which means I need to go switch it out for another processor. (We only have one on each side right now, because there is a new processor coming out. Then we will have two.) Texas Children's is on the other side of town. Luckily, the program coordinator comes out by our house almost every evening to ride her horses. I am going to keep my fingers crossed that she will be able to meet me, so I don't have to drag a sick child downtown.
I swear I will get to the reunion pictures and such. But I have to edit out names from the nametags, and I just don't see that happening today.