What I’ve Learned This Labor Day

ImageLabor Day is a yearly national holiday that celebrates all the work we’ve done throughout the year.  You would think that a holiday that is set up to reward me for all my hard work would be the one that I don’t do anything, and I came close!

I did do a little shopping, a lot of hanging out in the pool, some crafting and catching up on my sleep!  Mr. T is off for opening weekend of dove season, so I had the weekend without him.  He’s having fun and I’m so proud of him.  I really do enjoy watching him morph from little boy into the man he is going to be.  It’s such a process and it fills me with such pride that he is mine.  I know I give him grief, and tell you all about the challenges he presents me on a weekly basis, but I’m so very blessed with that kid it just fills my heart!

Here is what I’ve learned so far on my holiday weekend:

  • The sock bun is almost as easy as it looks.
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Sock bun courtesy of Pinterest

  • Just because your hair will go into a sock bun doesn’t mean it will stay in the sock bun.
  • When buying ribbon for a project – BUY THE SECOND SPOOL! You can always return it if you don’t need it.
  • You can’t run back to Hobby Lobby on Sunday to get another spool of ribbon, so your project will sit half way done on the table all day long.
  • When you color your hair purple and then wrap it up in a Walmart sack to protect, well, everything around you, you will accidentally rub the color into your scalp at your hairline and you will have a purple scalp that will take days to wash out.
  • You will not be able to visit people when your scalp and hairline is purple without a massive scarf.
  • Not all of your friends are amused when you tell them that you are getting them all pill dispensers for Christmas.
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I honestly think that this is a great gift!

  • It’s not my fault that we are getting older and all of the sudden 90% of the people in my life are on pills/supplements/etc.  It’s not, I swear.
  • You know your dog is spoiled when your mom calls to find out if she should stop by and visit him since you are out of town.
  • I also learned that your real friends are there for you no matter what, and that when you are accepted for who you are, there is no better feeling in the world.

So, that was my weekend!  And I still have one more day of it! I’m so excited! Mr. T will be back late this afternoon from dove hunting.  Last I heard, he didn’t score any doves, but did get a rabbit!

  • Oh, one more… You can never watch the A-Team movie too many times in one weekend!
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Two Words: Bradley Cooper

The Award Goes to Anyone but Me

I’ve said it before, and many of you probably think I’m exaggerating, but when they are giving out the Mother of the Year Award and they announce: “And the winner is…” my name will not be heard.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a good mom, I’m a great mom!  We have fun together, and he fully believes that with the skills he has learned, he’ll be able to take care of himself when he is on his own.  One of my favorite memories is when he was younger, probably about 6 or so, and he was at a friend’s house and his friend was supposed to be cleaning his room, and resisting. Travis told him “you have to learn how to clean your room or when you get older girls and friends won’t want to come over to your place because it is messy.”

It doesn’t get much better than that!

I have my faults, too.  Lots of them! Today let’s focus on just one of them.  Let’s discuss the fact that apparently I’ve become blasé about injuries. I think it is because we’ve had so many of them. Ever since he was little we’ve been members of the frequent flyer club at our local ER.

Can I have one of these for my local ER? Just put "hospital" in place of "coffee"

Can I have one of these for my local ER? Just put “hospital” in place of “coffee”

Let me give you a few examples:  Eating glass, febrile seizure, broken radius and ulna that required surgery to repair cause he was showing off for a girl, getting hit by a car, and breaking his pinky finger while tossing the football around with a friend.

Don’t call CPS.  They were all legitimate!!

The point is, if you had dealt with all of those injuries, plus trips that turned out to be minor issues, you’d be wary of issues.  Pretty much any time anything happens, the rule is we wait.  Wait and see if it’s really broken/ruptured/needs medical attention.  This waiting period usually is accompanied by an ice pack.

So, back to my point! Monday I was in the kitchen and T was walking back to his room and all I heard was crash/aaggghhh/thud.  I was racking my brain trying to figure out what he could have tripped over/stubbed his toe on.  I came out and started giggling as Mr. T was on the floor writhing in pain (not the most sensitive reaction, I know!)  I was trying to figure out what he had tripped over – he hadn’t.  He was just walking and his ankle popped (the crash I thought was him stubbing his toe) and he shrieked in pain (the aaggghhh I heard) and fell to the ground (accounting for the thud part of the equation).

I sat with him for a bit, checked out the foot – it didn’t seem broken – and sent him on his merry way.  Told him we’d monitor it.  It gave him some pain to walk on, but still seemed minor. And really, if your foot pops so loudly I can hear it two rooms away, I expect it to hurt!

That night we went over to my parents for dinner since my sister and her kids were in town and my sis mentioned that it was a little swollen.  I walked by, felt his foot and it was a tad swollen, but not warm, so I kept on walking.

Yesterday afternoon I was cutting Mr. T’s hair and saw his foot… swelled to the size of a grapefruit.

It's hard to see, but there is some bruising to go with the swelling.

It’s hard to see, but there is some bruising to go with the swelling.

Yeah, I totally missed that.  He had sprained his ankle.  I immediately wrapped it and put an ice pack on it.  After 30 minutes the ice came off and he got a break – and then my dad reminded me that it had been over 24 hours, so it was time to apply the heat.  So, we went on the search for the heating pad and T sat with it elevated and with heat on and off the rest of the night.

Not all was lost, it was a dark and stormy night and we were watching an episode of Supernatural that happened to be in black and white and about old school Dracula and the Wolfman, so I popped us some fresh popcorn and we sat together and chilled.

T and I watching TV and chilling together - I'm getting good at wrapping hands and feet.

T and I watching TV and chilling together – I’m getting good at wrapping hands and feet.

Yes that happened; I totally missed the fact that my son really did tear one or more of the ligaments in his foot.

Shorty sitting next to me, really hoping I'll share my popcorn with him.

Shorty sitting next to me, really hoping I’ll share my popcorn with him.

Shrimp Quesadillas a.k.a. I’m So Hungry!!

I’m starving.  I’ve lived with being starving for months now.  And, when I can eat, I have, which is probably why despite the fact that I’ve seriously reduced my intake I haven’t actually lost more than a pound or two! But, that’s okay.  I’ve told you before and I’ll say it again – as soon as all my tooth work is over, I’m going out and eating everything off the menu at my favorite spot.  And I mean everything! 

Today I had impressions done for my permanent bridge.  It’s more invasive than you think. We tried to get these impressions at my last appointment; however, after five tries, we still didn’t have it and the doc knew that it just wasn’t happening and we rescheduled. Today went much better!

So, while I’m sitting here with an aching mouth wondering how many pain pills I can take before it becomes excessive, I figured I’d share a great entree I’ve made a couple of times.  Mr. T loves this and I have a feeling I’ll be making them for quite a bit longer!

Shrimp Quesadillas:

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I diced up some onion and bell pepper and grated a bit of garlic in there and got it started on the stove.

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Then I gathered the rest of the ingredients. Some spray butter for the flour tortillas. This gives me nice even coverage. I have pepper jack cheese shown, because this time T and I wanted some spice, but I’ve also made it with queso blanco shredded cheese and that was nice and rich.

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I added some lemon and a couple pats of butter and then dropped in some small shrimp. It only takes a few minutes to cook and so I preheat the skillet pan while the shrimp is cooking.

 

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This is Shorty keeping me company while I cook. He’s also secretly hoping I’ll drop some cheese or a shrimp. Both of which have happened…

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I spray the flour tortilla with butter and drop it on the skillet, top it with cheese and when the cheese starts to melt, I spoon on the shrimp. Usually a couple of big tablespoons full. Then I top it with the other tortilla and spray it with butter and flip it over. It was during one of these flips that a shrimp went flying and I discovered that Shorty does like shrimp!

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Once it’s nice and toasty, I drop it on the cutting board and get out my pizza cutter and make four nice little slices.

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Spray, stuff and repeat until they are all done! In the mean time I steamed some broccoli and then fixed our plates.

Short of the fact that I stand there like an assembly line – it really is fast and easy and so very tasty!  We had this a few weeks ago and I had it back on the list of meals for the next couple of weeks.  Mr. T was looking at the list and he goes “Hey, can we have shrimp quesadillas soon?”  Well, of course we can! 

Crack is Too Good to Waste…

…So I ate it after my dog.

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Shorty at this years Halloween party. Hanging out in the kitchen with us.

You all know my dog Shorty, the best chihuahua in the world.  He doesn’t know a stranger.  He’s not a yipper or an ankle biter.  He’s a cuddler, a lover.  He is also a good guard dog, he lets me know if anyone is on my property.  I love that about him.

Tonight, he’s not the best dog in the world, he’s the dog that got into my crack.  Now, before you get all upset, let me explain.  A few months ago I went to Taco Bell while Mr. T was out of town, and they had this new menu item, a cookie sandwich.  I got one, I tried it and I was in heaven.  This thing is pure bliss. A few days later I went back just so I could order one.  When Mr. T got back into town, I was like “we have to have Taco Bell tonight, they have these amazing sandwich cookies, they are like crack!” (For the record, I’ve never done crack, so, I could be wrong, these could be nothing like crack (and I really don’t know which drug that really is) but to me these are what I imagine crack would be like!)

From that moment on, T and I have referred to these cookies as crack.  It’s Friday and I cook all week long so that we can indulge Friday nights.  Tonight he was trying to decide between Taco Casa and Taco Bell.  Normally, we prefer Taco Casa and that is where he was leaning… and then I said “but Taco Bell has crack.”  We went to the Bell.

I ate my dinner and took a bite of my crack.  Then I sat it down and had to step away for a few minutes.  I came back and Shorty was looking awfully guilty.  I looked over and he’d gotten in my chair, dug into the bag, opened the bag and had been eating my crack.  “Shorty, bad dog, get outside!!”  He ran.  I sat down and looked at my cookie… what was left of it. Several thoughts went through my brain. He’d only had a few bites.  Licked some of the frosting.  He must have had a few chocolate chips, I hope he doesn’t get sick.  Aren’t dogs mouths suppose to be pretty clean?

So, before I did what we all know I was contemplating, I sent out a text to two of my friends, both with dogs.  Both who understand my crack addiction and both who have been by my side all week long as I’ve gone through everything I went through this week.  I figure if anyone was going to be able to tell me “No, step away from the crack!” it would be them.

Bert said his son shares popsicles with his dog and he hasn’t died yet.  And Erica said “um, yes you can [eat after him]”.

That’s all I needed!  I did pick off one part of the cookie, but not cause Shorty nibbled on it… he’d licked all the frosting off, the cookie isn’t the same without the creamy frosting middle.

Yup, that just happened.  I ate after my dog.  But that crack was too good to waste!!

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Taco Bell cookie sandwich, aka – crack!

Car Rides

Last night I picked Mr. T up from school about 6:45, once theatre rehearsal was done.  We went home and I sliced up the take-n-bake pizza I’d purchased over the weekend that we never got around to eating, and we sat down and watched the last 5 minutes of The Big Bang.

Yes, I know that you shouldn’t eat in front of the TV, I know that eating at the table with your child is the best thing for them.  But, it’s boring.  And, it’s not like that would be the only time we saw each other or we talked.  Most morning when Mr. T is done getting ready for school, he comes into my office and sits on the couch and we chat for a bit (I’m usually already working by the time he gets up).  We review our schedule, we talk about his friends and classmates, we discuss theatre and wrestling.  I almost always make him run errands with me, so he’s frequently trapped in the car with me, and we’ve had some good discussions when we’ve been trapped.  We had a discussion this Sunday, as a matter of fact.

Once he got old enough to have access to phone, text, computer, email, etc., I was very clear that as his parent, I had to make sure he was being safe and being appropriate, and as such, there is no privacy on electronic devices.  He has learned over the years that I will randomly pick up his phone and check his text messages and his pictures.  And his videos… yeah, learned that one the hard way – check the videos!! And, while I know he deletes stuff before I can see it, I haven’t told him that sometimes just hitting delete doesn’t make it go away! Take Facebook for example, when you delete a message, it doesn’t go away, it goes to your archive box.  This weekend I just happened to log onto his FB account and he had a chat session going, and he said something that made my jaw drop.  I did a screen shot and emailed a friend of mine, BA, and said “Should I be worried??? I think I should be worried!”

I won’t go into details, needless to say, at this point, I will never, ever win mother of the year… Ever!  And, after about 24 hours of obsessing over what he said, I was able to say “what has happened, has happened and what will be, will be, but thank God it turned out okay”.  Even though what he mentioned happened in the past, I felt the need to make sure he knew that I knew about it… So while trapped in the car, I brought it up.  His eyes filled with tears.  He didn’t shed any, but I could tell that he was taken aback and felt ashamed that I knew.  We have a pretty open relationship, so I asked him why he never told me about it and his response was “I thought you’d be mad or upset”.  Well, sweetie, if you think it would upset your mom, odds are you shouldn’t be doing it!!

It was discussed.  I hope that we both are in a better place because of that discussion, but only time will tell.  I love this kid, he’s pretty darn amazing.  Yes, I’m bragging on him, but the reality is that I’ve been very blessed with him. And, while the situation caught me off guard, our relationship hasn’t changed, it has just evolved.

Back to my original point.  Last night, after the 5 minutes of Big Bang, I expected T to disappear into his room.  He didn’t.  He refilled his milk glass and sat down and watched Bones with me.  I love Bones – that’s one of my all-time favorite shows!  30 minutes into the show, I’m starting to get suspicious… He hasn’t left, he hasn’t gone to the depths of his room to play Xbox.  In fact, he said it would be nice if I made him another glass of milk.  I said it would be nice if he made me some hot chocolate.  HE DID.  After an hour, Mob Doctor is coming on.  Now, this show intrigues me, but I’m not addicted to it – normally this is when I’d pick up the house or do other random things, but I was so comfy cozy with my hot chocolate.  I figured T would go to his room – I mean, the computer must be calling him, right?  NO! He sat there and asked if I watched that show.  I said, yeah, sometimes.

Another 30 minutes goes by and I can’t stand it anymore.  I pause the TV.  “T, is there something you need to tell me?” Cause at this point, I have no clue why he is spending the evening with his mom.  He made a joke, I played along, and at 9:00 pm he got up and said, “Okay, I’m going to bed.  I love you”

“Uh, yeah, Love you too – take your dog.”

The best dog in the World!!