We were "that" family

So no sinus infection. I think I was just sick, and maybe the wind was kicking up some serious allergies. But I woke up Thursday (the day of the drs. appointment) feeling about 75% better. And I'm pretty sure that you aren't going to feel better from a sinus infection just like that. So I canceled.

Larry is working late tonight, which I hate. I mean, extra money is good, but alllll day alone with the kids gives me visions of running away. Ok, maybe not running away.... but I do take an extra long time to get into the drivers seat after strapping the kids into the car. If you see me sitting on the tailgate of the van, rest assured it's because I need to tie my shoe or something and NOT because its the only place in the whole world where I can get away from the kids for a half a second.

To break up the insanity I decided to take the kids to "Chick-a-lay" for dinner. BIG MISTAKE. I'm never going there again. Besides the fact that a meal there doesn't come close to filling me up, Connor never eats. I have thrown away my last kids meal from there. But that isn't why it was a mistake. Connor was horrible. HORRIBLE! He is normally good in public but OMG I wanted to die. He was yelling, and running around like a hooligan, not listening to me AT ALL. I even took him outside and gave him a talking to, which did a whole nothing. Well, no... he did walk quietly back to the table and picked up a french fry and put it in the ketchup. He ever actually ate it since misbehaving got in the way. But we got that far. I was so embarrassed. We left the second I was done with my food. It was a total waste of gas and money.

He screamed the whole way home and then went straight to time out. It took him 13 minutes to do a 3 minute time out. He is now sitting on the couch in a Sponge Bob trance and will be going to bed shortly. I will be doing 20 minutes on the elliptical machine to try to work the adrenaline through my system... cause right now I pretty much want to kill someone.

The trees are dancing!

You know how Connor loves music. We think it's something he will have an interest in as he gets older. I'm not saying I think he is going go grow up and win American Idol or anything like that, although that would be really cool, I'm just saying that I think he has a special ear for it. If he grows up to do something involved with music I will tell stories about how he has always loved music.

Stop me if I've told this story before... but you know how Rascal Flats sings the theme song to the movie Cars? Every time that song comes on the radio Connor announces "It's Lightning McQueen!". Well, one day another Rascal Flats song came on and Connor said "This isn't Lightning, Mommy. This isn't Lightning." I thought that was amazingly smart. He actually knew the two songs were from the same people. I was impressed.

Today we were in the car, and the radio was on of course. It's windy and Connor said "Look Mommy! The trees are dancing!" Awwww. The magic of being 3. Of course the trees are dancing. Why wouldn't they be?

My eyeballs hurt

I think I have a sinus infection. My eyeballs hurt.

It all started about a week ago when I woke up dizzy. The alarm went off in the morning and the room was spinning before I had even opened my eyes. I was telling a friend about it and she pointed at me and said "You have a sinus infection." I didn't believe her. She asked me a bunch of questions. "Do your teeth hurt? Do you have a headache?" No, no, I'm fine.

But it planted the seed. Do I have a headache? Is that a headache? I think I do have one. Maybe. Do my teeth hurt? Kinda. Maybe. Do they always feel like that, or is that new? I don't know.

So for a week I went back and forth... One minute I'm just sure that I'm suffering from the worst sinus infection known to man, the next minute I'm perfectly fine.

I have an appointment on Thursday to find out if I'm the worlds best hypochondriac or if I do in fact have an infection in my face. You would think you would know that kind of thing. There shouldn't be any wondering. Either you have an infection in your face or you don't. Doesn't seem like something like that would be able to slip by.

I just need to spin around in it one more time!

The other day I was in the living room either watching TV or on the computer... or both. And Maddy comes in and says she wants to go to Disneyland from April 9th through the 12th. I laughed and asked why. She said (complete with over-the-top hand gestures) it was because all the Disney characters were going to be on ice. A quick Google search revealed that Disney on Ice was, in fact, coming to Phoenix. So as a reward for her great grades, I got tickets for her and I for this Saturday

As an added bonus I took her to Target and let her pick out a fancy new dress. And by fancy I mean FAN-CY! All the Easter dresses were there, so we had plenty of extra fancy dresses to choose from. In true Ashley shopping style I grabbed one of everything in her size and headed for the dressing room. This is where the patience comes into play. Oh Lord almighty. I hate shopping. I really hate shopping for someone else. But I bit my tongue because this was supposed to be fun her. I let her twirl around for 5 minutes in each and every dress. Because I remember being 7. I know that being able to get a good twirl in a dress is of #1 importance. Color, style, comfort, and price are all a far distant second. Price especially, as evidenced by the fact that she was able to pick out the most expensive dress in the store.

It pains me to spend money on a dress she is only going to wear once. But it's part of the deal. We are both going to get dressed up fancy and go spend a night on the town. Should be fun.

Not a job I would want to have

You know what job seems way easier than it actually is (I assume)?

Doctor's office appointment maker.

It seems like a fairly easy job. Answer the phone, make appointments, get off the phone.
"Thank you for calling Dr. Shmocker's office. How can I help you?"
"Yes, I'd like to make an appointment with Dr. Shmocker."
"Great. I have Friday at 1:30 available."
"No, that won't work. Do you have anything after 3:00"
"I have a 4:30 next Tuesday, does that work for you?"
"Yes, that would be fine."
"Ok, great. We will see you next Tuesday at 4:30. Have a great day!"
"Bye."

Ok, yeah there might be some name getting and what not... but it seems like that would be the basics. Except for the very last question they always ask... "What is this appointment for?" UG. That is the question I would hate to have to ask. I always feel bad for them when they ask me that one. I try to keep it short and sweet, but you know not everyone does. You know that half the people go into this hour long explaination of exactly what ails 'em. Every stinking detail of their medical history to this poor poor Dr's office appointment maker. Poor poor $10 an hour Dr's office appointment maker doesn't want to listen to the history of your rash. Or your dialated pupils. Or your fast heart beat. Or your dizzy spells. Or your migranes. Or whatever else you got goin' on.

I bring this up because I went to the Dr today to get the last freeze on my warts. I called to make my appointment dreading the question "What is the appointment for?" I knew it was coming. We had agreed on a time and date and then she asked it. Arg.

"Its for another treatment on my WARTS" I made sure to emphasize the word "warts" and then I gave her a thumbs up, even though we were on the phone.

Long awaited updates

Hey, long time no talk.

I actually have a moment. I haven't stopped moving for two weeks. This is the first day that I don't have anything totally pressing to do. I plan to stay in my jammies... until school tonight anyways.

So I'm finally ready to talk about what has been keeping me so busy. We started a telecommunications company. There isn't too much to say about it but it's been a lot of work to set everything up and get it going. It's been a real learning experience. We started it about two months ago and since then some things have been sliding... like this site. Sorry. I'll do my best for now and then once this semester is over maybe I can post more. It's a lack of brain power than it is time. I just can't quiet my head enough to focus on what I want to say.

Connor is growing like a weed! He has been sleeping a ton and waking up taller everyday, I swear. He weighs about 38 pounds and is about 39ish inches tall. It's hard to measure his height because he won't stand still. And he has gotten very very bouncy. He doesn't walk anymore, he bounces. He does this weird straight legged skip thing. Boing. Boing. Boing. He cracks me up. He is also into the stage where he is getting into absolutely everything. I can't turn my eyes away for even a second and he's in the pantry, or the fridge, or outside, or in the game/ crayon closet making a huge mess. His favorite movies are Robots and Polar Express.

Maddy is doing great too. She is about to lose her first top tooth. Should fall out any second. I've made her promise to stop sucking her thumb when it falls out. Hopefully she does. She loves to read. We are currently reading "Ramona the Brave". Last chapter tonight. She just got her offical report card and she got all 3's. (3s are the best). But we already knew that. She's just getting so big. I can't believe it.

Adventures in the bedroom

It's not as fun as it sounds...

We were wandering around Costco Friday night and saw the perfect bed. It was everything we have been looking for in a bed. It's a California king sleigh bed, dark cherry... and best of all... way affordable. But it was the very last one. Since I'm not one to impulse drop a couple of hundred bucks on an impulse we went home. We checked around online for the brand and similar beds to see if it really was the amazing deal we thought. It was. Everything else we saw online was about 3 times as much.

So Saturday morning we head over there to get it. (Yay a bed!) Drag the thing upstairs and Larry puts it together. We go to lay the box spring in it and it doesn't fit. It's too wide. Well, crap! Come to find out that, despite what we have thought for years, we do not have a California King sized bed. We have a regular king size. Which explains why we can't keep sheets on the dang thing! Why that didn't raise a red flag a few years ago, I don't know.

So Larry comes up with the plan to buy a California king sized box spring and then just put our old mattress on it. It will be a little wide, and a little short, but not enough that it will really matter. Then we can buy a new mattress when we have the money. Fine, great.

Larry calls every mattress store in a 30 mile radius and not one has California king box springs in stock. So we decide to modify our current box spring to fit inside the new bed. And by modify I mean cut a two inch section out and then nail it back together.

So that's what Larry did. He took it into the garage and sawed and hammered for about an hour. Took it back upstairs and it fits. So now we have a king sized mattress in a Califoria king bed on a box spring that is neither. haha.