Spring Floods

Gah. Our basement flooded last week...or was it two weeks ago? Anyways, it flooded. It was gross. It was sewage & over-flow. *barf*
My sweet hubs had the awesome job of cleaning up what could be saved. It took him about 6 hours. The plumber Jason came over & had it under control in about 15 minutes. My hubs SCRUBBED our whole basement with bleach-water afterwards. What an angel. I mean....he did swear pretty much the whole time & we avoided him liek the plague while he was cleaning....but he did it...which meant, I didn't. God-bless-him.

It was a great way to de-clutter. Saved us some serious spring cleaning. Well....me anyways. But there was no real reason for this post other then to share the news of our awesome basement flood.

Ohmigawd

Okay, I have this fear of moths.

They totally scare the crap out of me. Everything about them creeps me out. If I was on fear-factor & they shoved me in a room full of moths...I'd die. I wouldn't be able to scream...the fear would grab me & I'd freeze & die within seconds.

And here in SASK, we have these freaky giant moths....I'm not talking about a moth that is big...I'm talking a wing-span that looks like a robin's. I saw 2. Once above our apartment patio windows....and once on the side of our house. They are huge. They hug the wall like.....creepy....moths. And the little moths....they are crazy mo-fo's!! They lunge/dive at you and flap around trying to kill you in your hair. Oh gawd...i feel sick.

So anywhooo....this crazy lady told me a story about how she was once BITTEN by a moth & it laid eggs under skin behind her knee & she needed to be aspirated (sp?) and was given meds. BITTEN!!!!!!!! EGGS!!!!!!!!! Under the SKIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH-MY-FaCKEN-GAWD

These devil-beasts now bite & lay egss!!!!!!!!!!!*faints*

Holy shit. You have no idea how this story scared the crap out of me. Every lil thing that touches me has me spazzing out thinking its a moth. My hair on my neck...(yes, I have a hairy neck) is standing up every so often & the sensation creeeps me out & has me almost in tears begging my husband to check me over for moths. Ohmygawd....and its spring. The wee devil will be out in no time hunting me down.

I just know I'll get bit by one & have its eggs under my skin.....ohmygawd.

Oh man...I'm so scared to go to bed. What if they are out already??? What if one is in our house & gets lured to our bedroom because of our baby's nite-light? What if I get up to feed our baby & a moth attacks me??????????????

I think I have to go lay down before I faint at the computer. My husband said if he finds me on the floor again after fainting, he's going to leave me there(yes, I fainted on the computer before). If I faint & he leaves me on the floor....who's going to watch out for me that no moths get me??????????????

Oh my gawd. I'm so freaked out. Its like my own little horror show right now. Should I turn off the computer & open the door?? *creepy moth-man music*

Good thing I'm not a skank....the skank always gets killed right away in the movies.

*gasp* or am I a skank??????

Oh gawd...why did I say mothman????

Sour day

Today is not a good day.
I had a crap sleep. I'm cranky. I'm bitter. I'm a real lemon today & in no mood for lemonaide. I think if anyone even tried to be funny and said in a cheerful voice: Well, when life hands you lemons, make lemonaide.
I'd probably start hurling said lemons at thier head. Complete with total psycho ranting & raving...just to make myself feel better by sharing my bad mood.
I hate the world today.
I hate my messy house.
I hate my floors for never staying clean & having the nerve to be messy already.
I hate my dark cupboards.
I hate my lino on the floor. I hate how its peeling where Bugzy's water dish was.
I hate how we can't even keep a pet alive here.
I hate our hard water.
I hate not having enough money to let me shop all day & every day.
I hate bills.
I hate student loans.
I hate the smell of Orange Mr Clean. I hate mopping.
I hate my fugly mop. I want a new one.
I hate how disorganized I've become.
I'm mad at myself for skarfing down 3 mini bags of chips last night & now I find myself bloated & feeling gross.
I can't stand the thought of making supper plans tonite & want to eat chinese food....even though I'm stiff suffering my last salt binge.
I'm bitter at my piles of clean laundry sitting on the couch....looking at me accusingly as if to say: we can't put ourselves away!!
I'm bitter at my hubs who is in the city today doing some shopping.
I want to do the shopping by myself.
I'm not enjoying breastfeeding today. It's making me feel tied to the house today.
I hate the dishes sitting in the sink. I hate the fact that we don't have a dishwasher.
I'm disgusted with my recipe box as I try to find something for dinner.
Why do I have all these crazy recipes that I've NEVER made or tried yet??
My house is going to clutter me to death today. I just know it. No one will even find me underneath it all for weeks.
I hate facebook & its new design.
I hate the word sausage. Why the hell do i have 14 recipes with the word sausage in the title??
I'm so disgusted by the fact that I sucked up a marble with my Dyson & now its stuck somewhere in the land of oz....aka the inside of my Dyson.
I hate Yoda's silly quotes: Fear is the path to the Dark Side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate... leads to suffering. I sense much fear in you.
I'm going to choke Yoda.
I can't stand the way I can NEVER find Cherry Coke anywhere. ANYWHERE!!!!!!!
I hate the way none of my clothes fit.
I hate how I can't find any nursing bras that fit.
I hate how miserable I am today.
I wish I had a fairy godmother who could come wave her magic wand & clean my house for me & watch & play with my kids for me so i can sit here on the computer all day & veg out in my PJs.
Why is there such thing as buyers remorse? It drives me crazy. Or I guess....I drive myself crazy. Did I mention ever I have a shopping compulsion? The only time I don't like to shop is when I'm in a bad mood. Like now.
What kind of person has so much clutter on top the fridge?
Gah. Playdough in the carpet makes me want to poke my eyes out.
I should probably get dressed, leave the house & go for a walk with my kids.
But I'm too lazy.

Rest in Peace Ali.

This is a copy of the post on a forum that I frequent. Chelsea gave birth to her daughter 1 week before my own son was born. Her daughter Ali was born premature. Ali has been fighting for her life since birth & has undergone numerous surgeries. Sadly, Ali didn't make it.

"I want to first post a warning that some things I may write could be desturbing for some and maybe even graphic. I’m writing from my heart and letting my fingers flow and I’ll do my best to control just how much I divulge but I need to warn you none the less.After I wrote to tell you all that Ali would not be around for much longer I walked the few feet back to her (From that night onward I was allowed to use the computer in the NICU) and sat all night long watching her and crying. I was so grateful that Ali’s primary nurse was on that night as she loved Ali and was feeling the pain as well. She sat and cried with me until no more tears would come out.Dh arrived the following morning and we spent the next week cuddling Ali and telling her everything about the world we could think of. We also began arranging for us to go to the beach. Around this same time a switch was turned on inside of me and I wasn’t able to cry anymore or even grieve. I began living each day as if the end wasn’t near; when we spoke of her life ending I felt as tho we were talking about someone elses baby. I was so worried about this and felt unbeleivably guilty that I could no longer cry ut a councellor explained to me that this was how my brain was choosing to cope. That I could spend each day crying or living each day to the fullest and enjoying every second I had left with my beautiful girl.
Last Sunday dh drove me to a couple of the beaches that were mentioned and I couldn’t believe it; no offence to those who live in Vancouver but it was NOT what I had imagined. Where I’m from the beaches are much more secluded and raw, a place where we could spend time with Ali in private. These beaches were not private at all and I just didn’t feel right about it. Luckily that same day we had a meeting with a bunch of doctors and hospital staff (chaplain, social worker) along with some doctors from a place called: Canuck Place Childrens Hospice. It was decided that on Wednesday we would be sent there and Ali would be extubated (she had to be intubated during her surgery as they caused a lot of trauma to her airway) and live out the rest of her days in a home like environment.I was terrified; the NICU had been our home for almost 4 months...I had actually been living in the hospital for the past week! Everyone kneew us there and loved Ali so much. They were so good to us. They actually brought in a cot for me to sleep with Ali in. In the actual special care NICU....they have never let anyone do that before.The day we left there were so many tears from nurses, doctors even the janitors. Ali had touched so many lives you couldn’t help but fall in love with her. I finally broke down the morning of her transfer to Canuck place; one of the paramedics who was doing the transfer was the same one who took us while I was still pregnant to BC Childrens via helicopter...the night that Ali was born. I felt like he was there for the beginning and then the end. The thought was so sad that I couldn’t even stand anymore, I lost all strength and sat bawling as they started packing everything up to go.
Canuck Place is beautiful, it’s a huge mansion in a gorgeous area. We were given 2 rooms...one on the 2nd floor where the doctors and nurses are and another on the top floor. I soon realized that we were given the two best rooms and that Ali’s nurse was just looking after her, no one else. We were getting special treatment as they knew we wouldn’t be there for long. Ali’s primary nurse came with us on Wednesday for emotional support; she has become one of my closest friends and I will never forget what she did for all of us, she is a very special person.Ali was extubated at 2pm on March 11th (wed) in bed in the most beautiful room I had ever seen. We lay in bed, me holding Ali and dh holding me as they pulled out the tube. I was shaking so badly I thought I might hurt her. She gasped and had a hard time at first but then fell asleep and breathed fine! She was so happy to have the damn tube out!!!!
We took her out for a walk in a pram and that’s when she started to talk. You see, Ali has a problem with her muscles as well as a small airway. Her muscles get so tight that she has only been able to cry twice before...once when she was asleep and the other when she was sedated. She started squaking away in the pram and it was a miracle. We couldn’t believe it!I ate dinner with her on my lap babbling away; we called all our family memebers so they could hear her voice as well. She gave us the most amazing gift that night, it felt as tho we were living a normal life and it was such a blessing.The next day we went for a walk through the gardens and sat in this beautiful little place with stone walls, iron chairs, flowers and sun shining down.
We laughed and played with her for quite a while. I actually mentioned that if she had to go this would be the place. About 10 minutes later as I held my little Ali in my lap she stopped breathing. I panicked and kept begging her to breathe, I got the nurse to bag her but you could tell it was hurting her and not helping so we stopped. I grabbed her and ran into the house with dh sobbing. The doctors followed us into our room where we sat for a while while we cried and sang to her. Then Ali decided she didn’t want to give up once again and started breathing. It was horrible, her mind was pretty much gone from lack of air but she kept fighting. Dh and I held her, danced with her, cuddled and begged for her to let go for over 6 hours.
While this was going on we took turns calling our families, I also called her primary nurse who was back to work.At 8:40pm Ali gave up her fight while laying tummy to tummy with me. I knew the insant when it was over and I was flooded by such dispair but also relief that she could finally find peace.Throughout it all my dh kept saying over and over what a wonderful mom I was, how much he loved me and how he couldn’t go through something like this with anyone else. I fell even more in love with him that night. Ali once again brought us even closer together.
Ali’s primary nurse left work to come be with us. She helped me put Ali in the dress we had chosen for her to wear. Held her and kissed her goodbye. I held Ali for 3 more hours until I gave her up to the funeral home. It killed us to let her go but we knew we coldn’t keep her for the night.
So my little girl is gone, I truly believe she’s been an angel from the day she was born; they’ll never find a diagnosis for her as she is one of a kind, made to be the way she was for a reason. She was the best thing to ever happen to us and I will never forget her. I want her back so badly and pray that if we do have future children she`ll bless us with a glimpse of herself within them. A neonatologist who worked with Ali came to visit her while she was passing away. This is a man that has worked for so many years with so many babies and has probably lost quite a few as well...yet when he saw Ali I could see him trying to fight the tears. He bent down and gave her a kiss while holding my hand. That`s the kind of love she brought out of ppl. BC Childrens NICU will never forget her, actually I think that anyone who has ever even seen her picture won`t be able to forget her.I saw the thread `Candles for Ali` thank you so much, it warmed my heart to see once again how much Ali has affected those around her.
When you think of it look up to the Heavens and thank Ali for just being her, that she was so beautiful inside and out and how she will be dearly missed. I have a feeling she’d appreciate it."

Pick Me! Pick Me!

Uhhhh...yah....need to work on my picture posting skills!!

So anyways, that link that I posted before....I entered it...and...wahoo! I was one of 200 picked to sample all 3 FULL SIZED new lines!!!

It was like winning the lottery when I got the mail & saw these!!!

I also got 20 coupons to share for free full sized bottles....soo....if you want to try them too, you can!!

The first 5 to email me your addys will get coupons to try them too.

char.tupone[at]gmail.com

I'm soooo excited...I LOVE new shampoos & conditioners!!

Embrace the 80's...or 90's

I realized that I am totally stuck in the 80s & 90s when it comes to my favorite songs.
Really Stuck.
My preteen know-it-all pointed it out to me in a totally Sierra-type way. I was listening to 'lite hits' (should ahve been my #1 sign) and singing & dancing with Baby Nicola...and she rolls her eyes at me and says in a Valley Girl Voice: Omg mom.....are those songs from the 1800's or what??
LOL....okay....so I'm not a hip rockin mom. I'm more like a big-hipped-mom...and I don't think thats that same thing. I know I'm not cool enough to go the family dances anymore with her...as she came right out & said it. LOL! So no more family dances for Guliano & I until Mercedes hits grade 5.....then look out people....we do a mean MC Hammer routine. "Can't touch this...doom-do-da-doom da-doom"
So I thought why not put up a list of my fav tunes that I still rock out too?!
Oh the fun of memory lane!!
Top fav songs/ (I never realized what a list addict I am until I wrote a blog!!) in no particular order:
-Saturday Night Whigfield
-Mr Vain ~ Culture Beat
-Get Ready for this ~ 2 Unlimited
-Blondie ~ Call Me
-Blondie ~ Heart of Glass
- Saturday Night Fever remix
-Boyz2Men
-Ace of Base
-Savage Garden
-Spice Girls
-Wilson Philips
-More than Words ~ Extreme
-Red Hot Chili Peppers
-UB40
-TLC
-Macarena (go ahead & dance, we both know you remember!!)
-Must have been Love~ Roxette
-Jewel
-Black or White ~ Michael J
-MC Hammer
-Madonna
-C & C Music Factory
-Marky Mark
-Matchbox 20


Anywhooo....I'm sure there's more.....I just can't rember them all....oh!! Remember that video with the girl in the bumblebee suit?? Loved that song.

me...on a diet

Well....I joined WW online. Its official...I'm on a diet. I never realized how much I eat sweets in a day....its crazy. No wonder I wasn't losing weight. My version of a Mocha is worth about 13 points on weight watchers.....I'm not sure anymore if it is worth it.

Anywhooo.....I saw this video on youtube. LOL.....poor dog. I get the same look in my eyes when I see sweets while on WW.