Huzzah!

I have to post something - despite my dearth of interesting brain cells - to keep you coming back, eh?

1) Oscar is doing alright. He had to have a second surgery and the bill is still trucking uphill, but at this point we’re all-in, so send healthy cat vibes.

2) Props to my momma who got a new job. Huzzah!

3) Jon’s sister Leigh-Erin and her boyfriend Scott are in town for our friend Annie’s graduation from Med School. If you need an OB/GYN in New York anytime soon, lemme know I’ll hook you up with her. She’s wicked smart and is going to kick ass in her field. Lots of fun and going out currently.

4) The following are funny search terms that pointed to my blog (and the posts I think they’re referencing). The others just made me laugh because I don’t get it:

• Matt Damon & adrenaline fatigue
• Tootie ta ta song
• Kristy Antonopulos
• Pictures of VW Camengia
• purple crack
• happy man with group friends

5) Here’s some of The King to dance to this weekend. Have a good one everyone!

So. I’m thinking of nixing the YTT theme, b/c I have no idea if anyone cares. But, since WordPress took down the music application, it’s one of the ways to add music, so… eh. I’ll decide next week. Pipe up if you have an opinion.

And this week’s entrant is an older story. Back before Jack was verbal, I sang this song to him while it was in my rotation for a few weeks (substituting the words can’t take my eyes off of Jack for can’t take my eyes off of you). Months later, still nonverbal, he randomly hummed it to me one night, and I eventually figured out what he was singing.

It’s been our song ever since.

SO, in the off-chance this is the last installment, I might as well make it a tear-jerker, eh? Love Damien Rice, love the song ‘The Blower’s Daughter’ and love Jack. Huzzah.

Here’s my morning thus far:

Took Jack to a new Ped about an issue that was subsequently referred on to an Endocrinologist. It’s most likely nothing, but I’ll let you know if it becomes something real. This Ped’s an autie mom also, so when she asked me which doctor gave us the dx, I blanked and mumbled something about ‘Dr. Prozac.’ I was momentarily embarrassed until she looked at me and said I know exactly who you’re talking about, he tried to put my daughter on Prozac also. And it was, in fact, the same guy.

That’s both funny and really, really sad.

Also while we were there, the vet called to say Oscar is not recouping as well as he should, so they put him back on IV and drugs [insert image of dollars rolling on a gas pump] which makes me think we should start a pool on the final bill, shall we? (Whatchoo think: five dollar buy-in - winner gets bragging rights along with charity warm fuzzies?)

And, finally, here’s a cartoon that made me giggle, though I realize of the half of you who would even GET the reference, half won’t even think it’s funny. Which leaves me and… uh, Sam? Whatever, I like it.

Happy Monday everyone! Hope all you mamas out there had a great weekend.

So here’s a story:

Remember when I first told you about my sweet little birthday present? And then my interest began to wane, ’bout the time I realized he was sort of a fartknocker? And then finally I gave up hope altogether?

Well.

Yesterday, I took Oscar to the vet after a week (or..so) of being obviously unwell. And yeah, yeah, I should have taken him earlier, but he was still jumping on counters and cuddling and drooling all over so I figured he couldn’t be too sick. Whatever.

And what I learned was that that stupid shit had a 36 inch piece of thread somehow attached to the bottom of his tongue (I mean, seriously. Seriously?) which was then, well, threaded (snort) all the way through his body to the very end. To fix it, the vet took X-rays, tried to yank it out, put him under, PERFORMED SURGERY IN MULTIPLE PLACES ALONG HIS STOMACH AND INTESTINAL TRACT and sewed him back up again. All in under two hours.

And all for the low, low price of a grand.

Sigh.

And I know a large number of you are screaming SUCKER! to your screens right now. I hear you. But the thing is, afterwards, when Jon and I talked about it, we agreed that in the end we had to do it for Jack, since he still asks for our cat who died last Spring. Oscar is really his cat, and we just didn’t think it would be fair to him - if we hadn’t chosen the surgery, he would have eventually died from starvation. That just seems cruel to me to be punished for something so.. stupid. Plus, in the end, I am too much of an animal lover. I just couldn’t let him die so arbitrarily.

(Though part of me still wonders if that was Darwinism in action, and trying to intervene was actually in fact messing with God’s design. Too late there, I guess.)

So the moral here? I have no idea. Don’t take in animals. Be a nudist so you have no need for thread in the house. Don’t have a son that looks at you with big brown eyes and asks when his cat’s coming home from the pet doctor.

Have an emergency stupidity fund.

Huzzah!

That when your daughter,

sounds like an Ewok,

you should consider getting a speech evaluation, no?

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE love this woman, her writing, her sense of humor, her amazing pictures and her ability to be honest.

Love It All

If’n you’re a parent, soon-to-be-parent or someone who has ever seen a child, you must read this and everything else she’s written.

This picture made me laugh. A lot. It also made me think that I must be a baaaaad mom that I have to decide whether to giggle or cringe when I hear Jack say What the hells? in frustration.

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Cringe. I know the correct answer is cringe.

No real reason to post this, it’s just stuck in my head and I can’t think of anything else.

Happy Tuesday, everyone!

When your friend Shelly puts the Peanut Butter Jelly Time song as her cell ring because she remembered the video of your son singing it and thought it would make you laugh when you called her.

Thank you friend.

A very sweet video for a sweet song. Happy Tuesday, y’all.

I think this is a little too.. cozy for a father/daughter, especially if she’s like, fifteen.

Am I jaded? What do you think?

Things Lorelei has done in the past week:

- Drank from the gallon of vinegar, like it was a jug of moonshine

- Splashed around in a clogged urinal

- Ate dirt out of the plant

- Licked my deoderant

- Dug dirt out of the windowsill, drew on the glass, then ate it off her finger.

- Ate my lipstick, after putting it on her cheeks so pretilly

-Chewed on a straw piece that broke off the broom

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Yum.

Really. Other states do it juuuuuust fine.

Malpractice insurance issue

You drive me bananas.

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But luckily for you, you just keep getting cuter and cuter.

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So I think I’ll keep you.