Friday, November 21, 2014

Sure Hope I Understand Irony, Because I Mention It A Lot in This Post.

We're taking the prompt 7 Quick Takes literally this time...

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So, Cuckoo broke out in hives yesterday.  When we got in the van to pick the kids up from school, he was fine.  When we got home, he had hives all over his body, including the area around his eyes.  I gave him some Benadryl and we moved on with our day.  I didn't really think too much of it until I took him to school this morning.  The teacher took one look at him and actually gasped.

Me: "Oh, he's fine.  This is much better than it was.  The hives are completely gone everywhere except the bit of puffiness around his eye."
Teacher:"You don't know what caused it?"
Me: "No."

She gave me a weird look as I ushered him into the room.

I've always been a laid-back mom when it comes to things like germs and injuries, but her reaction tells me I might have just set a new record for my level of (cool as a) cucumberness.

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Turken came downstairs mostly dressed for school the other day complaining that his pants didn't fit.  I jokingly replied, "What?  You just wore them last week without any problem.  Did you eat too much for breakfast?" while I bent down to fasten his pants.  Lo and behold, I couldn't get them buttoned without cutting off all circulation to areas below his bellybutton.  I was baffled until Bryan piped up, "I think it's your new dryer.  My pants are more snug this week, too."


Our old dryer never got hot enough to shrink anything, and that's part of the reason it would take three hours to dry a load of clothing.  (The other reason is that the washer wouldn't spin well enough to actually get the water out of the clothes.)  New dryer gets hot.  New dryer shrinks clothes. We now need to line dry half our clothes instead of putting them in the new dryer.

Irony.  It's not all it's cracked up to be.

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Speaking of my new dryer and washing machine, I have washed every piece of fabric in my house except for one.
I have a fuzzy, cozy, only-thing-that-keeps-me-warm robe.
My robe is filthy.
I finally have a new washer and dryer that could handle washing said robe.
It is a high of 28 degrees.  Fahrenheit.
If I take my robe off to wash it, I freeze.
If I let kids wash it while I huddle under a mountain of blankets, they will break my new washer and dryer.
'Cause they break everything I hold dear.
It's a pickle of a problem.
A conundrum if you will.

Like I said, irony is a pain in the butt.

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Have you noticed that there's a whole lot of anger and outrage in the world today?  Over the most ridiculous things.  And also, people are getting angry when they hear a story, not giving any thought to the other side, the context, or the bias of the storyteller.
I've had it up to my eyeballs with people getting mad.  And when I see people getting worked up and outraged (which is my new most hated word) over things they have no reason to be outraged about, I get annoyed and irritated and lots of other synonyms of mad.
So I'm out.  If someone chooses to post things specifically to get people riled or chooses to overreact to little molehills or chooses to pick a fight just to pick a fight, I will unfollow that page faster than I can say, "You have GOT to be kidding me!"

I'm choosing to not be a part of the anger epidemic.

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I went shopping with my mom and sister last weekend.  It is the one weekend each year I actually shop for clothes for myself, and we didn't go last year. So, I purchased some much needed winter clothing and a few not needed but just wanted clothing.
Each morning I'm excited to get dressed, feeling good about how I look.
And then I pile on the winter outerwear.
Because did I mention it's only going up to 28 degrees today?

Let's recap.
I have a bunch of new clothes I love and am excited to wear.  I finally look less rag-a-muffinnish when I leave the house.
No one knows, because I'm constantly bundled up.
It's how my kids feel on Halloween, except they still get candy.

Irony.  Pretty sure I'm supposed to be learning something from it in order to be a better person, but I don't really care about that right now.

Me and my pride just want people to see me in my pretty clothes.

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Grandma's 90th birthday with the kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids is being held on Thanksgiving.  Somehow, my cousin and I were put in charge of the decorations.  As anyone who has been to my house knows, decorating is not my strong suit.  We don't have photos hanging on the walls.  We don't have knick-knacks or pretty things making our rooms look put together.  Shoot, we don't even have furniture in some of the rooms.  How I got this job is beyond me.

Well, my relatives will learn their lesson, I can tell you that.

Know what I am using for table runners?  Paper Bingo sheets taped together.

Know what I'm using for centerpieces?  Yeah, I don't either.

I've got 5 days to figure it out.

Five days, People!


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Well, I've come to find that 43 is the official age at which a person becomes old.
Today is my birthday.  I'm 43.
A mere two hours into my birthday (as in 2:00 in the morning) I woke up with a horrible pain running through my back.
I hobbled through the dark to get myself some ibuprofen and went back to bed.
How am I doing this morning?
Well, I made Bryan try to massage out some knots before he left for work, and now I have a hot pad balancing over my shoulder if that tells you anything.

Yup.  It's official.

When a person gets injured simply by sleeping, that person is old.

But, I have every confidence that I will feel better by this afternoon.  I get to be the Friday Fabulous Reader in Turken's first grade room today.  Spending time with a room full of 6 year olds always helps me forget about any pain I'm in.  Especially when we get to have birthday Oreos to celebrate.

And that's a wrap.  So it wasn't as "literally quick" as it was supposed to be.

I'm pretty sure none of you are surprised.

Have a lovely day!


  1. Have a wonderful birthday! Sorry that it started by being a literal pain in the neck. I have been there and done the "slept wrong" thing before. No fun! I know I've been guilty about getting mad about things before, but I really think that we should focus on what to do about things instead. Such as, right now everyone's getting mad about the over consumerism of stores being open on Thanksgiving Day and what Black Friday has become. So, don't shop. Keeps the blood pressure down in all kinds of ways!

    1. Thank you! It's been fun.
      It is incredible how painful sleeping wrong can be. After the heating pad, it loosened up a bit. I've managed, and will be requesting another back rub here in a little bit.
      It's so hard not to get mad sometimes. I've fallen for it. The only solution I can come up with is for me to quit reading things from people who consistently post things that make me mad.

  2. Happy Birthday (again)! I'm sorry you have back pain and that your new dryer shrinks clothing. Live your day up in that dirty robe as long as you can.

    1. Thank you! again! :)
      The back pain will subside eventually. Until then I will get plenty of back rubs.
      Don't have to tell me twice to stay in the filthy robe!

  3. 3 - You should get yourself one of those ridiculously stupid onesies that are all the rage at the moment, to keep warm and snug while you wash the robe. (Adults in babygros, I ask you!! What is the world coming to??)

    7 - I hope by now your pain has gone - have a very happy birthday :)

    1. Hahaha! I won't tell Lizzi you said that. She has a Tigger one. :) I won't wear one, though. My grandma used to get them for us every year until I was about 13. Never again.

      The pain is much reduced. I'll be requesting another back rub in a bit to help it improve even more. The day was great. Thank you!

  4. ♪♪Happy Birthday to you,♪♪
    ♪♪Happy Birthday to you,♪♪
    ♪♪Happy Birthday Dear Christine,♪♪
    ♪♪Happy Birthday to you.♪♪

    I'm in my 60s so you're just a baby.

    You dryer shrunk your clothes. Bwahahahahahaha. That really did make me laugh out loud.

    Have a fabulous birthday. ☺

    1. Thank you!

      That's why I like to hang out with folks from older generations. :)

      Glad I could get a laugh out of you.

      Thank you! It's been a good one.

  5. Happy Birthday! I hope the rest of the day goes better for you.
    As for centerpieces.... mason jars filled with bingo daubers to go with the bingo sheet table runners!

    1. Thank you! It has gone very well.

      Ha! We are thinking along the same lines. I am trying to figure out how to use the many, many jars we have in my basement. Daubers would be too expensive, as we're going to have lots of tables. I was thinking of lining the jars with playing cards (we play a whole lot of cards in my family) and go from there. Don't quite know where "there" would be yet.

  6. Doesn't your drier have temp. settings? My cheap one does.

    1. Pretty sure it does, but I didn't know I needed it until the other day. Now it is a matter of finding it, seeing as how it's more complicated than any car I've ever driven.

  7. I think you should buy a second robe just like the first. Then, while the first robe is being washed, you could be wearing the second robe. I had this problem because I could never wash my favorite super-warm fleece lined sweatshirt. SO I bought about six more. Now I can even layer them on top of each other when it is especially cold!!!

  8. happy birthday!
    bummer about having to hide your pretty new clothes beneath layers.
    and about the shrinkage.

  9. Happy, Happy Birthday!!! :D Try your new dryer on "fluff" and see if that helps. Really, it's a setting! :) If not, I'm all for that onesie thing too! We had negative temps and then our highs were the teens, too cold for my beloved snow, too cold for walking in a winter wonderland unless you want to dress like you're stepping out onto the moon.. Centerpiece idea? White balloons, red marker, number 'em up and make bingo balls. Lol..

  10. *grins* I kind of adore you and your pride and your ragamuffinishness and your birthday and all the things about this (except the shrunken clothes cos they sound like a pain to deal with). I'm so happy you write your life :)

    Kudos on the not getting involved. I had to delete a thing earlier to not get involved. I got. And then decided against it. There's too much arguing already and people will do however they will do, and I can do little to stop them.


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