Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Crappity Crap Crap

Remember that horrible drug problem I had with Meth?

Yeah. Neither do I.
But Walmart apparently does.

Lee buys Claritin-D 24 each month from BJ's ( costco, sams... a bulk store). This week, we went in for the monthly drug run and they were out.

I told him I would pick it up from Walmart after the gym today.

So....after said gym trip, I walked into Walmart ( actually, I kind of slinked into Walmart, I kicked my own ass at the gym today) I went up to the pharmacy counter, and asked for a box of Claritin-D

I realize they are behind the counter now because of the horrible Meth addiction sweeping the nation. I live in a quiet little country town, which is apparently the best place to cook Meth. It's a horrible drug and an even worse lifestyle.

Lee and I are addicted ( no pun intended) to the A&E show, Intervention. Almost every week, they show a person addicted to Meth, and showcase their story.

So, I don't mind getting drugs behind the counter, I'm in no hurry. If it's going to save some 16 year old kid from blowing his own hand off in a Meth lab, I'm all for it. I do it for the kids really.
Part of this behind the counter thing, is that you have to give your liscense as well. So I handed it over ( I'm kind of proud of this one, the picture isn't too shabby) and she typed away my information ( with one finger, letter-by-letter) ( I mean L-E-T-T-E-R-B-Y-L-E-T-T-E-R) (ok, now I'm in a hurry)

She filled it all out, looked at me and said, "You've exceeded your limit of pseudoephedrine this month."

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked

" You can't buy Claritin until the end of the month. According to government regulations, you are only allowed a certain amount a month, and you're over it."

I racked my brain, I never buy Claritin, Lee always pays at the store. And a month ago, when we were sick...Lee went to Walgreens to buy Dayquil...What was she talking about?

"OK....thanks?" I walked away and called Lee. I don't think I have even bought Claritin in my life, seriously.

And then I remembered.

My wallet was stolen in December, right before we moved.

Could that be it? Is someone using my identity to buy drugs? So thats it, I have no end of this entry, I'm asking you, who do I call to find out?Because this is my luck, that something will go wrong, and Iwill have to pay for it.

What do I do????

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Happy Mothers Day

At 4 o'clock this morning, I was reminded what it means to be a mom.

I could hear Isaac on his monitor sniffling, coughing and crying. I went in his room, and he was sitting up, chewing on his duck and trying to wipe his nose. ( and by trying I mean, he puts the back of his hand up against his nose, and wiggles his fingers. It's waaaay too cute, and an instant crowd pleaser)(Unless that crowd was having her incredible Benjamin Brat beach scene dream at said 4 o'clock)( then it's only a little cute)

I picked him up and he immediately gave me a hug, and it was a good one. It was one of those hugs where if his arms where made of clay, they would wrap all the way around you twice. He nuzzled his little head in between my head and my shoulder, sniffled and sighed.

We sat down and rocked and I thought, "Its 4 a.m. Happy Mothers Day"

There are times when I am so tired, so busy, that I forget who I am, or was before the baby. I know I was someone different, I just can't remember who. There are nights I lie in bed frantic, thinking of how I'm going to make A connect to B, and if it's going to affect Isaac. I worry so much more, now that I have the responsabilies of two people.

I look at our friends, with no restraints, pick up and move across country, have a conversation that doesn't involve teething, or diapers. They can go out to dinner after 8, or stay out until the sun comes up, sleep all day and do it again. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't envy them on some level.

I do.

But then there are mornings like these, where I realize that I am someone's entire world. That by a little hug, he feels completely comforted and he knows it's all going to be all right. There are nights where Lee, Isaac and I can just lay in bed and laugh at our feet wiggling in the air. Or enjoy, and I mean, really enjoy, a bath, enjoy it so much that not only your hands, but your elbows are pruney too. Things like an empty plastic bottle, or a napking laying around are adventures to Isaac. Things I've never looked at, are suddenly so relevant.

There are those things.

When I fall into bed some nights, exhausted and decorated with baby food, wondering when the last time I shaved my legs, read this month's Cosmo, called my best friend, had sex, bought a pair of shoes...I forget how lucky I am.

I needed an early Mothers Day morning to help me realize that I don't need a Mothers Day to be the luckiest person in the world. Isaac and Lee gave me a sweet picture frame with a collage of pictures dating back to day 1, and it's beautiful, but honestly, I didn't need it. All I needed were my two boys by my side to make any day, not just mother's day, amazing.

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P.S. In the middle of writing this, Isaac crawled on his hands and knees across the room for the first time. Now thats a Mothers Day present.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Today I've learned

Today I've learned...

that when you wake up before your son does, he'll sleep until 10 o'clock in the morning. Just to spite you.

that when you leave chicken out on the counter overnight, instead of putting it back in the freezer like you planned, it thaws and leaves a red tinted liquid all over your counter (that is just....a joy to clean up)

that when he lays down on the floor and sucks in, he can creep underneath the sofa in the five seconds that you're not looking.

that I can make the UPS man stutter when I open the door while he's picking his nose.

that our gardeners smoke pot in my backyard on their lunchbreak.

that when I'm outside on the grass, finishing a painting, the spriklers are just bound to come on.

that Isaac likes to eat doodle bugs.

that organic soy chocolate milk is pretty damn close to heavan, however, the white milk...tastes like melted crayons.

that my grumpy old neighbor scratched his balls while he thinks no one's looking. (haha! take that old man)

that Isaac can fit 10 toes and a couple of fingers in his mouth.

that TomKat had a TomKitten, and yet...I still don't care.

that someone sold my information to telemarketers, and I'm now getting calls on my cellphone. ( and they learned what a complete bitch I can be)

that procrastinating while writing my final writing assignment for class will lead me to write a journal entry

Ya'll come back now ya hear?

Last weekend, we were sitting with Lee's grandmother and her friends. They were telling us about Lee's grandpa when he was in the Army. His old friend, who was also in the army, was trying to explain to us why their group was so tight. "We were all from New York, its different, I don't really get along with other people, especially not these damn southerners."And then his wife pipes up and says," Ya'll"( in a mocking tone) I mean, that just sounds so stupid!"

Lee and his parents both looked at me with knowing grins. I just sat there and bit my lip because this was not the time nor the event to get sassy.

But I like being from the south, I don't know what she was talking about.

We have a different outlook on life.

We always know the weather, hot, humid and more hot

We write thank you notes,

we never wear white shoes before Easter or after Labor Day,

We glisten, never sweat,

We always know people's names (Honey, Darlin' & Sugah)

I'd eat grits and bacon everyday if I could,

Our religion in Football

We know the real joy of summer is wide brimmed hats and strapless dresses,

It's either fried, hunted, buttered or breaded,

We wouldn't be caught dead with bad hair or bad manners, but you may catch us with a bad boy from time to time,

We drink Coke and sweet tea, and eat dressed sandwiches,

We keep our enemies charmed, and our friends are our family.

While there are some days when I think I am the only democrat down here, I wouldn't give it up if youpaid me. So they can take their comments and "shove 'em where the sun don't shine!"

Bless their hearts

I'm not going to yell.

And I'm not going to get all political....

but why,


when there is a war going on, continuous protests, a babbling idiot for a president and his quickly diminishing staff, immigration concerns,and a gas crisis that is crippling our entire nation,


is Paris Hilton's most recent break up one of the top news stories on CNN.


You know, I broke up with Randy Lopez in 7th grade, his dad was the general manager at the local UPS store. I wonder if that made the headlines then?