I think I may add a new catagory called, "because so and so did".  I read a ton of blogs and find myself answering questions or commenting in my head with my own self absorbed story, this could be a great way at preventing myself from being one of those, "well let me tell you what happen to me" people that stand around clogging up the comment sections.

Anyway here is what she posted, that got me thinking.  We named our beautiful son Ewan and people call him E-won all the time but that is not the problem.  The problem is when I turn to his brother and say "when you and Ewan get older we can go blah blah blah", do you see the annoyance factor.  Totally did not see it coming.

The winter is well on its way here in the south and I am in deep thought land.

thought for today.

To obtain one's desires you must first achnowledge them, then let them go and only then will they be yours to have and hold.

I bought this the other day and to say that I am in love, inappropriately I might add, with it, is to say an understatement.

 We have been living like 3rd worlders doing the bowl on the counter with the deluxe bug avoidance system of throwing a dish rag over top.  This was fine as long as we enjoyed our new flying pet Phinius the fruit fly and his extended family from the lineage of Chiquita that came to visit via a banana peel.  Well I finally decided I no longer liked sharing my Farm house Ale with my entire house full of guests and started the fruit fly holocaust of ‘09.  The fly swatter was used profusely and without trepidation, then it broke and I got pissed, duct tape was used to mend it and the war went on, then I got wise.

The purchase of a proper bin was made; the trap of beer was set.  They took it and drowned in my sacrificed brew, I now live in a fruit fly free zone! Thank you ceramic compost thingy and good brew, you saved my sanity.

To add I tried to drown them in Bud Light and they threw there wee noses up at my cheep offering.  The dish of BL sat on the counter for 2 days as they laughed and mocked me; it took a strong good beer to finally take them down.  Who knew fruit flies were such picky zymurgist.

He has gotten so big, and loud, and BIG.  This high chair was used by my mom and all her siblings, it really means a lot to me to have so much history in one picture.

That reminds me of another picture, wait here while I find it.

Here it is!  This is the little dude when he was like 18 months sitting on my bed with a portrait of my Great Great Grand dad on the wall behind him.

note:  the address on the picture is old and does not work anymore, if you are deprate to see my picture blog look here.

This past week has graced us with amazing weather, which means it has been cool enough in the evenings to venture outside, a real treat.  We had a watermelon dinner on the grass a few nights ago, eating watermelon cubes and sipping watermelon cocktails.  I first had this drink at Quinones, a mighty fine dining experience in Atlanta.  The big dude reproduced it for me at home and has been a tradition ever since and something I look foward to every summer.

Watermelon Cocktail

8 oz watermelon juice

half lime

1 Tablespoon Sugar

1.5 oz rum

1 sprig mint

Blend and strain fresh watermelon to make juice.  Muttle sugar and mint leaves in bottom of glass.  Add juice, rum, and lime juice to cocktail shaker filled with ice, shake.  Pour over mint, stir and serve, add a fresh mint leaf for garnish.

We have a nursery in the house and it is on it's second and final baby. We painted the walls cream and green before LD was born and then added blue in for the soft stuffs. I really did not want to have to redo rooms over and over moving kids around and what not so this really worked for us. I always figured if we had a girl then the bedding and drapes could be changes and wala girly room.

Well we did not have to do that and we already had the room ready so I raised the mattress in the crib over the weekend and Ewie is getting used to the room. Even though he is three months in a week I am not ready for him to leave my side at night, it is just to much for this mama to take. He is my last one, no I am not changing my mind, so I want to eat up as much baby as I can.

My health just is not in a place were I trust to get pregnant again safely so I am counting my blessings and moving on to the next stage. we are however looking forward to getting back to traveling and showing the boys what the world is made of when Ewan gets to be about four. Oh how I miss traveling.

any hoo I am rambling. I am putting together a post to answer a bunch of the questions I get from all of you guys, mainly where did you get that and what kind of gear do you use type stuff so watch out for that.

talk soon.

me waiting for my MRI

I want to say something positive because sometimes I can be a real downer. The Jell-o was not bad!

On Tuesday morning at 2:55 a.m. I awoke to what I thought was back pain, I took three ibuprofen and waited for it to take effect, I cat napped for 30 min. I awoke to even more pain but it had now crept around to my chest and I thought, oh this must be some really bad reflux so I took some Prilosec. The next four hrs were some of the most painful of my life and I have been through natural child birth (still need to tell you that whole story).

I tried to wait for my dr. office to open but it was taking too long, then we tried to find an urgent care facility, that is when my mother arrived. I had called her at 6:30 to see if she could swing by to help me figure out what was going on, at which time she suggested I drink some chamomile tea, to which I gently offered "TO HELL WITH TEA". She was a little freaked when she came in my bedroom and I was crouching on the floor rocking back and forth like a traumatized child.

My husband ask what he should do and I did something I hardly ever do, I told him he needed to make my decisions for me because I was no longer capable, and to please do it RIGHT NOW. We got in the car and he took me to the ER.

Let me just say that you know it is bad when you fill out the ER paper work and under your name it ask if you are having chest pains or shortness of breath and you answer YES! They start moving fast, I was whisked into the back and needles started being stuck in me and blood being drawn and an onslaught of questions I could barely answer because of the insurmountable amount of pain and the confusion that comes with it.

I was taken to a small room where I was treated by a dr. that did not wear a white coat but instead opted for a red and blue plaid Polo button down, he gave me very good drugs so I let his fashion choices go. This is about the time that they inserted another IV into my other arm; my veins had started shrinking so they put this one in the crook of my arm like the other one. I did not know at the time that this was the last time I would bend either arm for the next five days.

The pain was to return though, as I was trying to still nurse Ewan and I wanted to not have any drugs to impede that. They offered morphine which is fine for nursing mothers, but it brought little to no relief. The unfortunate thing about finding that out was the timing; I had been strapped down and placed in a large metal machine. The pain started to build before I even got in but they said drugs would interfere with the test and I was all “I can do it” sadly I was mistaken. By the time I was in the machine for 30 of the 90 min that was required I was crying and pleading for “it” to stop, screaming to be saved from the torture. This is when I finally got some drugs; 4 mg of morphine were shot in my veins dope fiend style my eyes did not roll back in my head and I did not fall to the bathroom floor with the syringe still in my arm, instead I was still screaming in pain.

I was taken back to my room to moan and groan far away from other patient’s ears. After an hour of wailing the pain started to ease to where I could sit down, I ask husband to rub my back, thankfully he did 'til all the pain just melted away.

The test still needed to be finished so I ask if we could hurry it along before the pain came back. Luck for me a new kind of drug was waiting for me when I got back to my room, dilaudid, if I ever become a drug user this may be my drug of choice. It made me crazy, wired, tired, dizzy, and even made me slur my words but it took the pain away.

By the end of the testing they had stuck me in every machine the hospital had to offer and finally came up with what was ailing me. I had a gall bladder full of stones, one stone had escaped and clogged my common bile duct causing bile to back up into my liver, and I also had a blood clot in my lung.

Now we had two major problems one that must be dealt with immediately, and one that has long term implications. I was immediately put on high doses of heparin to start treating the clot, once that was under control they dove into the other more immediate problem. I had an endoscopic procedure done where they removed the stone from blocking the common bile duct and also open the duct up so if anything else came tumbling down it would fall out instead of blocking the bile, mostly so my liver could start healing. The next day which was Friday I had a laparoscopic surgery were they removed my gallbladder and its trove of stones.

The pain from the stones is gone and in its place is pain from surgery but I will take that any day. The blood clot is something I now have to deal with by taking serious blood thinners for now and then find a good hematologist in the ATL area to deal with my ongoing care (chime in if you are one or know one)

I am now back home and steadily recovering from the surgeries, I am not however getting back to life yet, hopefully that will start to happen by the end of this week. I did however lose all my baby weight while in the hospital, and look forward to trying on my jean when I can put pants on again. There is also something to be said for making it through this very creepy week alive when so many in the public eye have not.

I did not eat or drink for four days and when I was finally aloud to put something inside me besides air they brought me green lime jell-o, it was the best damn jell-o I had ever tasted.