I've been working on my 3rd book and I've decided that I need to do something different with the beginning. Except I'm not sure what. I've already rewritten it twice now, but it's still not right. So, I've been sitting in front of a blank piece of lined paper for a couple days. The lines call to me. They want me to fill them up. They need words on them. I've even put my pen down on them a few times. I get ideas, but I just don't like the ideas. I feel like I can do better.
My husband has found me deep in thought a few times. He keeps thinking that something is wrong, but I'm just brainstorming.
Hopefully, I'll come up with the perfect beginning to my story soon.
School started today. The summer flew by. I didn't get anything done and I didn't get to go anywhere. That depresses me. I know we're paying some things off, but everyone needs a vacation. I keep hoping next year will be better, but I doubt it. The bills are too high, plus we're going to need a new car soon.
My three girls looked beautiful going off to school this morning. Kiki is getting so big, I think she'll be taller than me within a month. She does pretty good with the make-up we allow her to wear. Boo even wore her glasses to school, I was surprised. JJ loves the tutu type outfits and of course wore one of those for her first day.
There was a lot of paperwork for me to fill out. Boo's teacher wants me to turn in this green sheet. Both her and JJ got it, but I didn't like it... LOL! It seemed too personal and it wasn't any of their business. I think it's a questionnaire to get services (like free lunch or free tutoring), but it asks questions about your home. The school knows where I live, why do I need to fill this out. I'm not applying for the services. The funny thing is if I did live in a tent or abandoned building, do they really think I'd tell them that? They'd call child protective and have the kids taken away. Seriously! I live in a nice house that is half a mile from the school. I guess if she continues to ask for the questionnaire, I'll put a big N/A on it and send it in.
I have to write this review because I think it's important. Last week was the first time I bought Parents' Choice baby food. I only bought one package which contained two small bowls of oatmeal and fruit. It was labeled a 2 for stage 2 type baby food.
Now, it's been a couple years since I have had to buy baby food and I was just trying a few new things out. I didn't realize there were pieces in this particular baby food. Bells is 7 months old and has done well on Stage 1 foods and had been doing well on Stage 2 foods (Gerber and Beech Nut). I never imagined that she would gag, choke, and throw up on this stuff!! The thickness of the baby food seemed fine, it was the little pieces in it that I think we're getting stuck in the back of her throat and making her have problems.
The first time I gave this to her, she threw it all up. It was very scary to watch her vomiting this junk and then heartbreaking when she started crying.
Stupidly, I forgot that I had put the second bowl in my diaper bag and when we went to lunch today, it was the only food I had brought. I tried very carefully to spoon out the pieces and only give her small spoonfuls, but I missed a piece and she did it again. I left the food there and threw the other one out (I had placed it in the refrigerator) when we got home.
Maybe I didn't read the package right, it's not around anymore so I can't look at it again. It's my fault for assuming that Wal-Mart brand stuff was in the same league as Gerber or Beech-Nut. My bad... won't happen again.
I have tried several different places and still do get my bows from a variety. Everyone does it a little bit different and I like that, but I also like being loyal to my favorite bow makers.
Most of the time, I get my bows from Sweet 'n Sassy Bowtique. The lady who owns it is a friend of mine and I do a lot of custom orders from her. She knows what I like and what my girls like. But, she's far away and some times it's nice to have a local hair bow maker for when I need to have something quick.
I recently bought a bow from Little Miss Me at a fund raiser. I love the colors and style of the bow. She was at the school this morning selling "spirit wear". This included bows, flowers, and bottle caps with our school name on it. My girls had to have them! So, I wanted to give her a shout out on my blog.
Thinking about going to the dentist makes me sweat, shiver, and freak out. I've thought about locking myself in the closet so I couldn't go to the dentist... then I remember that I'm an adult. And that just sucks. I'm supposed to set a good example. And hiding in the closet to get out of going to the dentist is not a good example.
It's not the dentist I hate. He seems like a good guy. He's even funny and has made me laugh a few times. It's certainly not the office. The chairs are soft and leather, the atmosphere is relaxing and inviting, there's a TV to watch and headphones to wear.
The smell has gotten better throughout the years, I can now walk in the dentist's office and not want to vomit. But, a trickle of the smell is still in the air and still makes my nose wrinkle up.
I always had healthy teeth growing up. Not one single cavity until after having children. Thanks kids!! I appreciate it!! I was told a few years ago that I had some cavities and needed to get fillings. But, I just couldn't do it. Maybe it was the times my mom made me go to the dentist and have teeth pulled or grafts done? The needles looked longer than a baseball bat! And boy did they hurt. I remember begging to go to school, even making up lies like having a test I had to take so she'd send me to school instead... it never worked.
So, I put it off and off and off and... well, you get the point. We switched to a new dentist this year (the one I've been describing) and he told me that I really needed to have this done. He said they could start getting really big and I'd need root canals. My husband went through a root canal a couple years ago and he was in serious pain, so I didn't want that.
It was time. The dentist told me he could give me some happy pills and have me sedated for the procedure. I reluctantly agreed and scheduled the appointment for when both my husband and my mother would be around. I needed one to take me and one to stay with the kids.
I had to take a pill the night before and a pill that morning. And OH BOY did that stuff knock me out. I had NO clue what I was doing. My poor husband... he says I insisted on taking a shower, but I didn't know what I was doing, so he had to help me with my hair. Then when I got out of the shower, he said I told him I needed to take a shower!! I somehow made it there, only to throw up in a garbage can outside the office. I don't remember much from the actual appointment. They would only do one side, so I would have to go back to have the other side done.
I slept for half the day. I was no good to anyone. Poor baby Bells.
So, imagine my JOY when a filling literally fell out of my mouth.
I called the dentist office the next morning, had to make an appointment at their other office further away that afternoon. My husband had to take a half day so he could watch the younger two girls. The older three were able to go to friend's houses.
And to replace the lovely filling... I had to get numbed up again. Are you kidding me???? I couldn't ask my husband to take more time off so I could be sedated. Time to get the big girl panties on. Knowing he was there in the waiting room and would be able to take care of me if anything happened, I said okay as long as they'd use the gas so I'd be a little relaxed.
This was the first time I had ever used nitrous oxide. At first, I felt relaxed and heavy. They numbed me up. The hygentist put some of that numbing ointment on my cheek and gums and the dentist jiggled my cheek a lot which masked the pain of the needle a little. I did feel it, but it wasn't TOO bad. I didn't faint or throw up!! Then they turned the gas off and the oxygen on and made me wait and wait and wait.
Finally, they came back, turned the gas back on, and did the "repair". First it felt good! I remember thinking "oooh I like gas, this isn't bad, you want to do what to me? Sure, go ahead. I'm happy." But, then it was a little too much. I started to feel like I was on an amusement park ride - one I couldn't get off. Thankfully, just as it was getting to be way too much, they turned it off and it was over. I was a little dizzy and had to sit in the chair for a few minutes before leaving.
I just hope this one doesn't fall out. And maybe I can get by using the gas for the next cavity I have filled. At least I won't lose the entire day.
What is with people these days? Where did all of our common courtesy go? How did we turn into such rude people? I just don't understand.
I have had a few things happen this week that just makes me go "what the crap?"
First, there were a couple people interested in the puppies. A few emails passed, a phone call and then nothing. No "sorry we're not interested" or "found another dog somewhere else" or "too much money". Just nothing. I even sent follow up emails.
The second thing was when I responded to a post on a neighborhood email group. A mom was in need of a babysitter for her infant daughter. Not having an infant in my child care for a while, I looked into the prices around town. They were fairly high! So, I priced mine cheaper. This mom and I emailed back and forth for two days. She asked for the price and I told her and I have not heard from her since. Absolutely nothing. Again. No "wow, that's more than I expected, let me think about it" or "I am going to keep looking" or "no, thanks". NOTHING. The nail in the coffin? Her friend who first posted the email that she was looking for a babysitter posted it on another group tonight, begging for someone to help her out. She doesn't realize I'm on both groups. So, now I know for sure she doesn't want me and wasn't just unable to respond. She says she's a sweet lady... well, obviously NOT a polite one.
I don't get it. Why isn't anybody polite anymore?
Think about this, readers, the next time you don't want to respond to someone. Ask yourselves is this the way you would want to be treated? The next time someone gives you a price to high, tell them that. Or if you find a different puppy and aren't interested anymore, tell them. It's the polite thing to do. It's the right thing to do.