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Go Figure Friday or Things That Made Me Go "Hmmm..." This Week

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Here are this week's head scratchers and latest news...

Better Germs and Gardens...

This is something that has always made my skin crawl and I was reminded of it yesterday, on my visit to the hospital. Due to the Swine Flu scare, there were hand sanitizer dispensers every 20 feet, down the hospital corridors. That was a good thing HOWEVER, as I passed each little waiting area, where the poor folks were packed in like sardines (another stupid move), I noticed so many people reading the magazines that have been left in there. UGH! I am absolutely convinced that oogads of germs are just crawling all over those things. Surely, I can't be the only person that has thought of this. I think that magazines and the like should be completely done away with in the waiting areas at hospitals and doctors offices. I never touch them and I never let my children touch them.

We'll Let You Have Your Baby, When We Get Damn Good and Ready!

 I haven't had the chance yet, to  properly announce the arrival of my adorable great-nephew Mason. He was born last Friday and weighed in at 8 lbs. 12 oz. and was 22 inches long. His poor mother, lived in hell and agony for the last month of her pregnancy. Her idiot OB team of doctors would not take her out of work, nor would they do an ultrasound, just to see what might be going on. I say IDIOTS, because I know first hand, as these are the same morons that delivered my last two children. Trust me, the only reason they are still in business is that they have the only OB/Gyn office for many, many miles around.

 My niece-in-law is a teeny tiny gal, in both height and weight. Mason is her first baby. After letting her go a whole week past her due date, they finally decided to induce her labor, then let her struggle and suffer for a whole day, trying to have the baby, before finally doing a c-section that evening. Of course, she had to wait another hellish hour or so after the decision was made, because they had already let the surgical team go home.Had they bothered to do the proper tests before hand, they would have known just how large Mason was, done a c-section to begin with, and saved both him and his mother a lot of stress and danger. At any rate, he is here and he is beautiful. I will post pics, as soon as I gather them all together.

The Testicles Of Truth...

I have come to understand that, if I want to be believed around here, I must get me some testicles. Why? Because, any unshaven, tobacco spitting, overall wearing, farmer around, can tell my husband something and he believes them. No questions asked. For over a week, Hubs has given me daily updates of where the mountain lion was last seen. He knew it was the Gospel because this man or that had told him. However, when Renni and I both spotted it at the treeline, as we were passing the alfalfa field the other night and reported so to Hubs, his first reaction was that we must have been seeing things. Why? Because we "are women and women tend to over-react."  SLAP!

Me Want Ball!

I get a monthly newsletter, via email, that tells me what my baby should be doing by a certain age. The one for this month stated that my 23 month old might be putting together 3 word sentences like, "Me want ball!" I had to laugh. If Ross reverted to saying something so simple, I would take her to the doctor. My 23 month old was doing that at age 1 or before. Now, I hear things like, "That is mine, MomMom! Not yours! Mine!" , "Help me MomMom! Help Me!", " I want some more pwease.", "Where are you going?", "What are you doing?", "Stop that! Not in pront of the baby!", "Don't be so mean!" and about a zillion other phrases. Heck, she has complete conversations with us and she is very bossy and opinionated. Not to mention, she knows the words to countless songs from start to finish, including the ABC song and the Sesame Street theme song. Heck, she can sing most of "We Will Rock You" by Queen lol In short, she never shuts up. She even talks in her sleep! Thanks goodness she doesn't subscribe to that newsletter! LOL

You are shrinking! You are shrinking! You are shrinking!

Tallen has been highly stressed lately. It seems that just when I calm one of his irrational fears, someone has to open their big mouth and get him worried about something else. One of the symptoms of his disorder is that he takes everything he hears literally. If someone has a headache and comments, "My head is about to bust!", he moves out of the way with a quickness! lol Or if for instance, you were to ask him if he'd like to run over to Grandma's house with you, he really thinks that the two of you will be running instead of driving.

 We are used to this quirk and just take care in how we say things around him but someone, probably a person that he saw when he was out with his dad the other day, told him that he sure was growing up fast. Now, he is convinced and worried that he is growing taller, fast. As in, soon he will be too tall for the house. He spends countless minutes during the day, discussing this with me. Where will he go when he busts out of this house? Does he need to build a new house, so we will have somewhere to go? Can I take him shopping for building supplies? On and on and on... The normal explanation of how he will only grow so much and then stop when he is an adult, does not register with him.

  Out of frustration the other day, the girls and I gathered in a circle with him, held hands, and chanted, "You are shrinking! You are shrinking! You are shrinking!". This did the trick for a few hours. Now, every few hours, he turns up by my side and asks me to please shrink him again, as he feels like he is growing.  I perform my magic chant and he breathes a sigh of relief. If one takes a moment and thinks of how many things we say without a second thought each day and imagines them in a literal sense, it is easy to see how scary this world must be for Tallen and others like him.


  1. You are so funny! I loved the Testicles Of Truth! You need to write a book. I want the first signed copy.

  2. Thanks, SonyaAnn! I've given thought to writing a book. I just figured that, if I published it as non-fiction (which it is), nobody would ever believe it. LOL


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