So, a long time ago in a galaxy near, near to my house and in the early days of this blog, I put up this post about the Star Wars themed bears we bought the kids for Christmas. If you go read the post, please note the title.*
I am now getting hits to that particular post from AROUND THE WORLD. They are almost all being directed here from a google search. I begin to wonder what those search terms might be. Well, I don’t really wonder; I’m pretty sure I know since my mind does, after all, reside in the sewer.
I’ve gotten hits from Spain, Russia, Norway, and France. And the only page those people have viewed is that particular post. Now, if they’re searching for what I think they’re searching for, can you imagine their frustration and dismay when they click the link and find that they’ve hit some random chick’s post about TEDDY BEARS?! Picturing it is making me giggle insanely!
France: “Zoot a lors! MERDE.”
Spain: “Ay yi yi! CACA.”
Russia: “дерьмо.” (According to google translate that is Russian for “shit.”)
Well, all I can say is I hope they enjoyed their detour into Two Kids and a Beagle but they really should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque.
*I finally got tired of getting these random hits (Singapore, India, Lithuania, Brazil…) so I changed the title of the post. We’ll see if that helps.
I want to tell you about why I’m so tired and I’m staring at the blank computer screen while my brain attempts to produce words. I could be here awhile…
Ok, well, I’ll take a stab at this but forgive my possible incoherency.
Tired does not begin to describe it. Jamie is still working on the same teeth he’s been working on for weeks and he is absolutely miserable. We’re taking non-stop piercing shrieks of displeasure here. I feel bad for the poor kid ’cause it’s not his fault but it’s really starting to fray my patience. He’s also not sleeping very well because of the pain so we’re both overtired. I’m hoping that we can get the go ahead to increase his ibuprofen dose when he has his check-up next week.
His transition to daycare is painful. We will eventually get through it so I know this won’t keep up forever but he’s having a rough time. New schedule, new people, less sleep, blah blah blah. He ends up pretty fried after two days there and so we spend a couple of days trying to get him back on track afterward. He’s adaptable. He’ll figure it out. In the meantime, we suffer.
Scot spent most of the week with a debilitating migraine (complete with vertigo) and finally ended up in ER last night. They were able to break it – yay! – and he’s sleeping in this morning after not getting home until the wee hours. I hope hope hope that the pain stays away for awhile. But he’s been so knocked down by the migraine that he hasn’t been able to do much to help with the kids – not that he doesn’t want to – and again, I need Vivarin.
Liam is doing pretty well but he’s on summer vacation so he’s a happy camper. 🙂
In the end, I know that “this too, shall pass” I’m just really, really tired right now and need some sleep. I’m hoping for a cat nap later today. *fingers crossed*
Every state has its own list of cleverly named towns and cities. PA has such gems as “Intercourse” and “Bird In Hand.” Well, on our way down to Deep Creek for Memorial Day weekend, I ran across another one.
I keep wanting to say it like Peter Lorre – “La-BORE-uh-torrie.” It makes me want to hunch my back and walk with a pronounced limp.
Join me, friends! In Laboratory! [hunch, limp, limp, limp]
Before we begin, I would like to freely state that my mind lives not just in the gutter but the sewer itself. I don’t know where I got the penchant from but it’s there and it makes me giggle at the stupidest things. Yes, I am about as mature as a 12 year old.
So, with that in mind, I give you some pictures from recent Phipps visits that have me wondering if their gardeners are down here in the sewer with me.
First, a gargoyle from the current exhibit:
Ok, he’s more well endowed than any gargoyle has a right to be. I mean, I know that gargoyles are all about scaring off bad spirits, but that’s going to scare off anyone! What I find even more amusing is that upon entering Phipps this morning, they had planted more stuff in front of this gargoyle in order to hide his “prowess.”
Next up, I give you this little gem:
That flower is doing its damnedest to use its stamen to lick her nipple. It’s not quuiiiiiittttte there yet but it sure is working on it!
And then we ran across this plant. This is the pièce de résistance:
Yes, the leaves of that plant DO rather resemble certain male anatomical features. Why do you ask?
They should advertise that place with the motto “Gardens are for lovers!”
It’s a big week in our household.
Liam is officially on summer vacation. Jamie is officially a daycare dude.
We chose to find a new center for Jamie because of some issues we had with our old center. The new one is closer to the house and I was very impressed when I visited before registering Jamie. We decided to send him just two days a week – enough to get him out of the house and socializing with other kids without overwhelming him. We chose a Wednesday/Thursday schedule so he was there yesterday and today.
He’s doing about as well as can be expected with the new environment. He’s certainly napping much better than Liam ever did when he first started daycare but he’s still having a rough time in the evenings. He’s used to three hours of sleep during the day split between two naps. At school he gets one nap and it’s nowhere near three hours long. So, by the time he hits the house he’s pretty fried. Tonight he is having a very hard time falling asleep and I know it’s the result of him being overtired.
Liam, on the other hand, seems to be enjoying having some quiet time in the house without his brother. It’s nice to be able to do things with him and not be tied to Jamie’s schedule. I’m looking forward to playdates, museum trips, swim lessons, and fun at the conservatory this summer.
I’m enjoying being able to use the bathroom in peace not to mention being able to eat a meal unmolested. Even if it’s only two days a week it’s still a tiny slice of sanity in an otherwise insane existence. It’s the small stuff that makes the difference.
I was a little worried about how all of this would work out but now that we’ve almost made it through the first week of the new schedule, I’m feeling like it wasn’t such a big deal after all. As they say – there’s nothing so constant as change.
A study in familial resemblance.
This is me at around the age of two, I would guess. I apologize for the quality – the original is from the 70’s and this is a scan.
Here is a photo I took of Jamie (now 15 months) over the weekend:
Nope, we’re not related. Not at all.