First concert

OK, as a family we watched Never say Never, the Justin Bieber movie...Love the Bieb, especially after that movie! Anyway Firstborn made a comment that she didn't get why everyone was screaming and going nuts at the concert. Soulmate and I tried to express how it feels when the lights are dimmed, the bass starts thumping, the crowd starts screaming, you catch your breath and Duran Duran walks onto the stage (OK I know I'm aging myself) but it's difficult to explain especially when she says "who's Duran Duran?!".

Soulmate decided to give her the experience first hand and surprised her with tickets for myself and her to catch Katy Perry at the Verizon Theatre in Grand Prairie. Well, what fun we had! When we arrived lots of blue wigs and candy colored clothes and that was just the men!

Firstborn and I danced, screamed and sang to all the songs and I felt I really showed the young 'un what it was all about! Now she understands and now she wants to know what's next?... I dunno, anyone know if Culture Club still tours?

I'm Useless

Yes, I'm worthless, no blogging since February what the heck is my issue. My parents stayed with me for 6 weeks it's not like I'm without material! Shall I try again??..Hmmm... Maybe..who the heck knows!

Superbowl

OK, I have over the last few weeks been a bystander, as Soulmate has been volunteering for the Superbowl at Cowboys stadium. He has been working with the stage crew for the halftime show. What an experience, up close and personal with many celebrity's especially the Black Eyed Peas! Lots of excitement.

Now you all know I love my Soulmate dearly and anyone who knows him knows he can get a little...how shall we put it..hmmm, Hyper? Well, imagine this for the last few weeks I have been listening to every chord and every lyric of the half time show verbally and dramatically played to me over and over again by Soulmate. Air guitars, imaginary drums, fist pumping, teenage girls screaming, BEP's singing and dance routines performed by 15 year old girls, have been all reenacted by my tone deaf, 6ft 4in Soulmate. I appreciate his excitement I understand his happiness and I Love his enthusiasm more then anything but it is, to be nice, wearing a little thin.

We joked when Soulmate first got picked out of 7oo plus volunteers to be part of the crew, that he may abandon his family to be one of Fergie's road crew but right now, if I have to hear one more whiney air guitar rift "ne, wah, wah wah nah" I am taking Soulmate by the hand to personally escort him to Fergie's Tour bus, freshly laundered clean underwear in hand, saying "Take him, Please!". ...Just keep sending me the checks homey!

Time flies...

Wow, has it really been 7 months since my last entry. Really??? Good job no one reads this sh@#T! Ok so whats been going on? I cannot recap over the last 7 months as it would be like rewriting the bible but I will try to at least offer a weekly entry at best OK?...count this as entry number 1 haha!

Bugs, Flu and other germs

It all started on Monday, Soulmate woke up and went for a bike ride. We have both been making attempts at a more fit and active lifestyle and this is his part. (Does much better then me, I might add!) Anyway, he returned and said he wasn't feeling too well. Soulmate felt nauseous and had heartburn. Being the caring, loving nurse I am, I told him to suck it up and get over it!

Anyway, off to work he went, the trooper he is or off he went to escape for the kids and me since there is no camp this week, hmmm, you make the call.

I received a call from Soulmate, once he got to work, who then proceeded to describe the violent, explosive diarrhea he had just experienced. The description included color, sounds and even texture. Sometimes it stinks (no pun intended) to be nurse!

By 4.00pm, soulmate was on his way home, an early retreat from work, due to his current bowel issues. I personally think the office got rid of him because it was one the girls turns to clean the bathrooms! By this time, I was feeling achy and experiencing stomach cramps.

I took myself off to bed where soulmate came and joined me within a few minutes. The kids proceed to take care of us, which they thought was hysterical, by bringing us drinks, flowers (picked from my garden), books, magazines and anything else we might need.

We made it thru the night and got the kids to bed. Fell asleep around 10.00pm only to be woken up by baby crying in the bathroom with stomach ache and yes, the same issues as Soulmate.Then we were off........

Baby continued to vomit and sh*t every 30 minutes until 9.30am. This poor kid did not stand a chance. He did not know whether to sit down or stand in the bathroom. Well, I don't want to get to graphic (actually I do but I guess I shall spare you) at one point he was naked bent over praying to the porcelain God, retching, when a brown soup came shooting out of his lower half with the force of any rocket NASA would be proud to name theirs, hitting the lime (I didn't paint them) green wall of our bathroom! It sprayed out in a very artistic fan patter in a semi circle across the wall dripping down to the molding and floor.

Now, need I remind you that I was not feeling too hot myself, so on my hand and knees, with help from soulmate, I was spraying bleach and scrubbing at gravy stains to the dulcet tones of baby vomiting, Soulmate tooting and my own retching!...

Thank God it only lasted 12 hours and Firstborn did not get sick. See even germs are scared of her!

Curly Q

Firstborn has been pestering me for a perm. She does not want the old type perm that I used to get that smelled like rotten eggs but a spiral perm. Now once upon a time I was the Queen of spiral perms but I was close to 14 years old. Firstborn is only 11. She has great hair and I just do not want her to ruin it. We have spent time with the curling iron, hot brush and rollers but it was never quite the same.

Within the dark dusty cobwebbed recess of my mind, I remember rag curling. My nana used to do this to my mums hair back in the dark ages. So thanks to Google and you tube I was able to find instructions on rag curling.

I diligently cut strips of rags and curled pieces of hair around the rag and Voila! Sent Firstborn to bed with the head of Medusa.

Next day unrolled the rags and this is the result.........

What do you think?......

A Lindsey Lohan in the family...

Took our dog Q-Tip to the vets for some shots and check up because of the recent seizure diagnosis. My fluffy friend does not usually worry about the vet, but for some reason this time he seemed a little amped up. Kinda like Soulmate in Tortola before the naked fishing exhibition (See Tortola blog post).

We arrive at the vets and we are waiting for about 20 minutes as they had an emergency visit prior to our arrival. We then get called back into a room and answer the usual questions from the vet tech. This tech proceeds to take Q out into the back to receive his injections and to have blood drawn. I am sitting in this room minding my own business and wondering how many animals have peed on the chair I am sitting on, when chaos ensues.

I hear a yelp, a cry and then a very loud "NO!". Holy Sh*T! I know it's mine. it has to be.... have you read my blog? Next a Tech comes in and tells me everything is OK and the vet will be in shortly.

The vet arrives to tell me that the tech performed all the vaccinations with no issues and Q-Tip was quiet and behaving very well, so without the usual assistance the tech goes to draw blood from my Q and he turns around and bites her. The vet states that there was no aggression or growling but the Tech probably startled him. This vet was extremely apologetic as she thinks it was more the techs fault and not Q's but still in future they will put one of those delightful Elizabethan collars on him just to be safe (You know those collars, the ones that prevent the animal from licking anything that might be the slight bit of fun)

OK, then this is not so bad right?, Q-Tip reacted normally to a needle being stuck in his leg, no big deal. It's all over and no need to worry. (Having dealt with an extremely aggressive pet in the past this sort of stuff gets me so worked up)

The next day I receive a phone call. "Hi this is Officer Rodriguez" My mind is now racing faster then a turkey on thanksgiving, what did I do recently?, (too much to count) What did Soulmate do?(Tortola) hell, what did my Family do!!!

"May I speak with the owner of Q-Tip"

First thought deny any such animal exists but " this is her" involuntarily came out of my mouth.

Officer Rodriguez (animal control officer) states that a dog bite was reported and that it is their policy to quarantine any animal that has bitten another for 10 days. Since Q is current on vaccinations he is able to be on quarantine at home but the officer needs to check out the property.

So Animal cop shows up at my house, divulges that a physician called in the bite not the vet, I explained what had happened and he agreed that if someone approached him with a needle he might bite them too! Following the house inspection, Kujo was approved for house arrest

So for 10 days he has to wear an ankle monitoring bracelet, that monitors his aggression level and alcohol intake... nah, just kidding, he has to be kept in the house and back yard with no contact with anyone outside the family for 10 days. A little inconvenient but what can you do?

Shame tho, I was just lining up a photo shoot for the AKC annual magazine, with Q laying on the couch, with his seductive skinny leg draping over the side, with his monitoring bracelet on full show!