Trudging right along....

I'm muscling my way through yet another 6 y/o's knock knock joke phase. I'm a little disappointed that after her I won't have any more lame jokes to laugh at. Besides my own of course. It's funny that all kids seem to go through this somewhere between Kindergarten and 1st grade.

dd: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Me: To get to the other side?
dd: No, To save the world. MWAHAHAHAHA.....



dd: Why did the duck cross the road?
Me: I don't know.
dd: So he could fly and save the world like batman. MWAHAHAHA....




dd: Knock knock

Me: Who's there?
dd: paloopidoop

Me: paloopidoop who

dd: paloopidoop poop. MWAHAHAHA....




dd: Knock knock

Me: who's there?
dd: cha cha cha cha cha cha

Me: cha cha cha cha cha cha who

dd: cha cha cha cha cha cha doo doo. MWAHAHAHA....

dd: Knock knock
Me: Who's there

dd: Strawberry doo doo
Me: Strawberry doo doo who
dd: Strawberry doo doo mama's feet stink. MWAHAHAHA....

Clearly she gets her humor (or lack there of) and her potty mouth from me.

On another note: I forgot to mention in Monday's update how the boys did at their gymnastics meet in Lansing on Sunday. I was too busy ranting about my failed diet and sucky Michigan weather. Hefty had an incredible meet. He could do no wrong. Took home 6 gold medals. A gold in 5 out of 6 of the events and the All Around. Dreamy could only compete in 3 of the 6 events because of an injured finger. So he couldn't compete in the all around competition. But he took a gold and a silver in 2 of those 3 events. I am a proud mama.

On another note: Dreamy came home from school yesterday afternoon with 102 degree fever. Thus begins round 348 of the winter virus blues. Poor kid can't catch a break. He's missed more practices than he's actually attended in the last couple weeks because of the finger and now he's sick so he missed yesterday's practice as well....which was the last practice before he's scheduled to compete in Chicago on Friday. We still don't know how his finger will hold up on those 3 other events because he hasn't had a chance to test it out. So it should be an interesting meet. Hefty isn't scheduled to compete until the very last session on Sunday so we have all day Saturday and half the day on Sunday to meander around the city. Should be fun. Assuming, of course, I don't lose a nipple or two to frost bite.

Let's see. What else?

Ah. I finally bit the bullet and went to my doctor yesterday about my back. What a waste of time (and money) that was. I knew there wasn't much he could do for a pulled muscle but I wanted to get some drugs (pain killers or muscle relaxers) so I could sleep (I haven't gotten a decent night's sleep since last Thursday) and I've been over dosing on Motrin and Aleve for 5 days straight now. If I don't end up in the ER for the back pain then I'll surely end up there for an ulcer. I also wanted to make sure I could tolerate the 5 1/2 hour car ride to Chicago tomorrow. I can't imagine sitting in the car for that long with my back hurting like this. And then sitting in bleacher seats for 5 hours to watch a competition. Do you know that SOB wouldn't give me a prescription. Pissed me right off. So I'll be taking Leslie's advice (thank you Leslie) and bumming a couple more Vicodin from dear old dad and taking them with a benadryl chaser. Actually, my neighbor's an ER doc...maybe I'll hit him up for a script instead. Come to think of it...so is my team fitness partner. I Should'a just done that to begin with. I think it's time to find a new doctor. Which is really a damn shame cuz he's awfully cute.

*After re-reading that last paragraph I feel I need to add a disclaimer....Just so ya'll know, I am NOT a drug seeking narcotic addict. The last time I took prescription pain medication was....years ago....probably with my last c-section. Just say'n.....

I just now...as in 2 seconds ago....received a phone call. It was a Chrysler Financial automated message asking me to "please hold for an important message from the next available representative." Are you eff'n kidding me?!?

Before that? I received a phone call from my darling husband telling me that (another) "emergency" has arisen at work and he will be unable to attend Hefty's Dare Graduation at the school tonight. Are you eff'n kidding me?!?

I think I'll leave the phone off the hook for the rest of the afternoon.

On a brighter note....I'm starting to plan our annual girls' long weekend "group therapy" themed trip to Sanibel, Florida. 4 nights and 5 days sans husband or children. *sigh* Can't wait.