Dr Deb

I used to see the midwife here in my town, but she tranferred my care to an OB/GYN because of some health issues. *shrugs* I've seen this OB before, she was my care provider when I was pregnant with our last daughter, so no biggie. I'm used to her. I knwo what to expect & what not to expect.

I've been taking my youngest daughter, Fiorella, with me to my appointments...mainly because there's no reason to hire a sitter for her...when she can just come with me.

At the last appointment, Fiorella was asking a million questions & talking a mile-a-minute. Now Dr Deb doesn't have any children & her place (ironically) is not child friendly. There are no toys or kids books in the waiting room, nor in the exam rooms. She's not very....child friendly herself. But whatev........she's just there to give me the proper care...she's not a pediatrician...so I don't really care.

Anyways, this is the conversation from our last apt:
F: What's your name?
Dr: Dr Deb, whats your name?
F: Fiorella. Whats this?
Dr: Its a stethescope.
F: What does it do?
Dr: I use it for checking on your mom.
F: Is that my mom?
Dr: Uh..yes.
F: I'm a girl. Are you a boy?
Dr: No. I'm a girl too.
F: I'm a big girl.
Dr: Me too.
F: Your breath stinks. Are those your shoes?
Dr: Uhm. Yes.
F: These are my shoes.
Dr: I like the lights.
F: Your breath stinks. I like Dora.
Dr: I don't know Dora.
F: How come?
Dr: I don't know who she is.
F: Oh. Your breath stinks. Do you know Boots?
Dr: No.
F: (singing) D-d-d-dd-d-d Dora.....I like Dora. Your...
Dr: (cuts her off) Do you want to listen to the baby's heartbeat?

LOL....OMG...I had a hard time not laughing each time Fiorella just casually slipped in how the Dr's breath...wasn't fresh. I mean....to give Fiorella credit....the Dr did have stinky breath. It was like.....teacher breath......remember when teachers used to drink coffee all day & smoke at every break....so they had this awful....'pea-soup' smelling breath?? Well....thats what was going on. All I could do was pretend that Fiorella hadn't said it. Dr Deb did the same.

On the way home I told her it wasn't nice to tell someone they had stinky breath.

On the plus side......the next apt we went to.....Dr Deb had minty fresh breath & a jar of mints on the counter.

OH. MY.GAWD. Bwa-hahahahaaa

Okay, today my youngest & I watched Peter Pan.
It was quite the eye opener. I was emabrassed. I was horrified. I laughed my ass off.

There are some scenes that had my jaw just hanging open....and I had no words. (OMG...I have no words. Thats never happened to me before *Josie Grossie*) All I could do was stare at the screen. I wasn't sure if I should laugh....sing along....turn it off...I mean really....as a parent and you come across some absurdly racist material in a kids movie....what do you do? Do I take the time and explain to my three year old what was inappropriate? Do I leave it and bring it up again when she's older and more able to understand what was wrong?

Sooo....I laughed and then just said that it was just a movie and that real Natives don't act like this.



So after my brief horror at the movie.....I was able to sit and laugh at how crazy & absurd it was. I mean come on!! LOL......the best was the song that explained how the red man became red. It was all because of how one guy was blushing. So of course....that explains how Natives changed from "Normal" white skin to "Different" red skin. *rolls eyes*
And....what is with Tiger Lily's hussy dance??? I've never seen any native girl dance like that at a pow-wow....maybe at some bar....LOL....and I've never in my life...ever heard a native woman refer to herself as a Squaw.....I've heard some refer to other women they don't like as a Squaw...LOL!
*sigh*
Its just crazy.
I bet if I watched more of our older Disney films, I'll find racial over-tures as well.

Priorities

You know what bugs me? Being a grown up. Okay....not all the time...but there are times when I just hate having to be responsible.

I can't buy a fabulous handbag or a fabulous pair of boots because that money should be spent on groceries to feed my ever-growing family. **in case you were unaware this is a rant** I mean, not that I was ever the type of woman to be able to drop a couple thousand dollars on a purse.....but you know....it would be fun to be frivolous once in awhile.

I have a bad shopping problem. I love to shop. I shop whenever I can....I buy whatever & where-ever. Its a bad thing. Its like a disease. I even spend a good portion of my evening browsing online and making up lists of what I'd buy. Of course......this is probably the reason my Hubby took away my credit card and we only have the one....which is now under his name only. *rolls eyes* So since my credit card is gone.....my shopping has become limited. But I will admit, I would have had that baby racked up in 3 days. No problem. Well....to me it would have been no problem...but for US it would have been a big problem.

See.....I'm married to an accountant and economist. Not 2 different men...the same guy. He's very money savy. He's very responsible.....if it wasn't for him, we probably wouldn't have a savings account, over-draft, credit cards, line of credit, money in our chequing account....or have our bills paid on time. Needless to say we have very different views on money handling....which...probably works out best this way, as he manages the money. I'd probably spend half on the way home. But whatev....at least I can admit my faults. I'd have us in the poorhouse in a month.

But back to this priorities thing......I hate having to prioritize things we need. We need to save money to renovate our basement as our family is growing and our basement is undeveloped. We plan on adding a big full bathroom, a family room & 2 bedrooms...as well as a storage & laundry area. We also need to budget in money to redo our shingles sometime in the next 3 years....and we need to put in new windows in the next 3 years as well.....not to mention we plan on redoing our kitchen next spring/summer & tearing down the fugly deck & put in brick patio. Our fugly bathroom could use a bit of botox as well.

I just spent the last 2 hours putting together a 7-day family cruise on a Disney Cruise line and I even went as far as budgetting out how much we need to save each month so we could go. As an alternate plan, I also put together a plan complete with meals, hotels, flights, daily spending & shopping to Orlando for 10 days. I was gleaming with pleasure at my brilliance and took the computer to show my Hubs my plan. What was he doing? Budgetting out our renovations and putting together a plan for the next 5 years so we could save each month and get everything done within our planned time frame. Guess which plan we're going with? I'll give you a clue....the only water we'll be playing in, will be in a brand new tub.

I know, I know.....I should be happy we're renovating....and I am....I really want our place to be renovated....the problem is....I would like my fairy godmother to show up and do it for us, so we can go on vacation. I'm a dreamer & Guliano is a realist. I have all these ideas of places I want us to go & I like to push the reality of paying for these ideas on the back burner. Juliano does it the other way.....its amazing that our marriage actually works....we're so very different.

But anyways.....since I like shopping so much....we're going on Sunday to RONA to go look at kitchen cupboards, counter tops, tubs, showers & toilets. Yay!

Haircuts, pumpkin pies & lattes

The time has come for another hair cut.....for most people its an easy decision....they decide its time and they go in, get the cut & its done. But for me.....I'm a bit of a.....weirdo I guess. I've been thinking of getting a hair cut now or a trim since August. Yup....thats right...its now middle of October and I'm still thinking of it. Don't get me wrong....its not like I'm contemplating a major change. I'll probably just get my usual..some sort of variation on a layered cut. I usually keep it around my shoulders. Long enough to slap into a pony-tail if needed. Only issue is....I've had this same type of variation of hair cut since 2002. I'm worried I'm going to end up having the same style of hair for the next 20 years.
Neurotic thinking?? Possibly. But in my defence......my mom has had the same style since the '80's. Its just been some type of variation of the same cut. Different lengths perhaps varying in inches.....but basically the same style. Its a bit of family joke....not a cruel joke...but a joke non-the-less. I have a fear of the same thing happening to me. YET....when I do go in for my cut.....I just know I'll come out with a layered cut. So I worry about turning into my own mom.....and yet...I'll still go down that same path & cut my hair the same way again. What makes it worse is that I know it and I seem to still follow that path. Crazy right?? I KNOW!!
Anywhoo....back to the haircut dilema.....there are limited places in my small own where I could go for a cut. I could go the same place my hubby & kids go....Cheryl is good.....but....I feel rushed when I am there...she doesn't wash your hair, she just wets it and cuts and sends you home. Then there is the other Cheryl....I've been to her once before....and she cut it a bit crooked. There is also Bertha......maybe I'm just judgmental.....but I can't imagine anyone named Bertha has a good grasp on the latest cutting & style techniques. Plus....she's right on mainstreet with big windows....and I don't really feel like having the town talk about when I went for a haircut. LOL.....not that I'm a celebrity here....but its small town and people LOVE to talk here. About anything.
So.....I'll think about this haircut for another few weeks before I finally get it done. I drive myself crazy. I should just get it done next time I'm in the city and get it over with. My only goal...is to have it done forsure by the time we have the baby. Our due date is Dec 4th....so I have another 6 weeks to contemplate getting the same cut.

Speaking of cuts......we had our late Thanksgiving dinner yesterday. I LOVE thanksgiving. Its my favorite. I made turkey, stuffing, gravy, the whole works. Yummers. Hubs hacked into the pie while I was playing stuffed turkey on the couch. I am grateful he took it upon himself to serve up the pie to the kids....but seriously...he hacked this poor pie. I have a large knife & pie/cake server......and he used a small steak knife as both the cutter & server. Of course the pie fell apart and didn't come out as piece and being the A-type (only food situations) I am, this irked me. Why? I don't know. But it took all my strength & will power not to freak out about the proper way to cut & serve pie. I just had to get that out. There's no real story there.

What I wanted to mention was my addiction to pumpkin spice lattes. OMG. These are heavenly. I can't get enough. If gas wasn't so grotesque....I would drive to the city every day to get one. I know I'm pregnant and probably shouldn't be drinking that much anyways......but still. They are a taste of pure heaven. Especially with extra whip. *drool* Have you had one yet? If not, I highly suggest you go out and try one. You won't regret it. If you do.....send it to me. I'll drink it.

Good bye to you...

This is Joe. Or..was. He was our family cat for about 9 months. Not a very flattering pic of him....but its the best I have. Sierra wanted a picture of him & her and when she tried to hold him, he started fighting her hair. So its actually a very 'Joe' type picture.

We had to put Joe down. Meaning.....we killed him. Euthanized is a very soft term to killing your pet. It sounds nice...but it is not. Not in any terms. I know it was the best thing to do, but it doesn't ease the guilt I feel for making the choice. Its not an easy thing to decide to do. Saddly, the Humane Society told us they would have a hard time placing him because he was vicious with kids...and that the majority of people who come in looking to adopt a pet, are looking for a family pet. They said Joe would have sat in a cage for a few months and than would have been put down anyways. I couldn't let him spend the last of his days in a cage. It was too cruel. So we made an appointment for him & told the kids he was adopted by an older couple who had no grandchildren he could hurt. A lie....yes....but better then telling them he died.

Even though I know he attacked & hurt our kids and the neighbourhood kids.....I still miss him. He helped me kill moths, bees, spiders and other bugs. He kept me company in the middle of the night when I was kept up from pregnancy related pains. He had attitude that I admired....he didn't automatically like anyone. He had little quirks about him that I found comical. He dragged clothes & stuff into his litter box when he was upset...he was afraid of the dark and would cry in the basement if there were no lights on for him, we had to invite him to come eat his own food, he opened cupboards and once in them...he could close them as well. He was afraid of the hair dryer and vacuum......but would attack them anyways. He was a very.......different type of cat.

I won't go into his bad side. That doesn't do any good now. He's gone. Its hard enough trying to accept the fact that we did the best we could for him & everyone else.

On Friday, October 3 at 11:30am.....he died.

Rest in peace Joe.