tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620267738045295052024-03-12T19:07:55.026-07:00Little Gamer MommyJust some random thoughts that come pouring out of my head about family,life, and gamesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-10327260393091916932016-03-25T13:21:00.001-07:002016-03-25T13:21:19.419-07:00WoooooooowI have just realized it has been a whole goddamn year since I last posted.<br />
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Sorry life smacked me around like a little bitch this year. It has been a roller coaster from hell for a bit. Getting my crap together so I should be doing this every so often again soon.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-88299340525564494832015-03-19T06:45:00.001-07:002015-03-19T06:45:36.318-07:00Suburban NerdsI was asked a little while back if I wanted to participate in a weekly blog interview with some friends of mine. They have a wonderful little blog called <a href="http://suburbannerds.com/" target="_blank">Suburban Nerds</a>. I was sent an email with some questions and asked to answer the questions. Just a little FYI, I am just as horrible at answering an email interview as I am an in person interview lol. The questionnaire asked me about my passions and to explain it like I was talking to someone who had never heard of it before. I instantly went blank and just winged it as best as I could lol.<br />
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So with out further ado, here is the link to my <a href="http://suburbannerds.com/2015/03/interview-nerd-cassie-says/" target="_blank">interview</a> with Suburban Nerds. Go give them a look. Read the other interviews, I can guarantee they are better than mine and they give some great insight into some nerdy pastimes.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-27505356928220259622015-03-13T08:24:00.000-07:002015-03-13T08:24:39.272-07:00Inquisition endedSo, I finally stopped pissing around in DAI long enough to finish the main story line. I think that Mr. Fluffy may have tried to record me. I was talking a major butt load of crap to the characters.<br />
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*Warning!* Some minor spoilers ahead!<br />
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Ok so without giving away too much (because you know, it all depends on the narrative you took), I had a few choice words with Miss Morrigan-I-can-match-the-dragon's-power. I was doing my thing, she was doing hers killing a dragon, then BAM! Bitch gets taken down mid fight.<br />
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So yeah, I had to fight the dragon <i>and</i> the big baddie boss. I was not a happy person. Mr. Fluffy kept giggling at me while I kept yelling about how these other supposed bad-ass characters couldn't hold up their end of the plan and I was having to pick up their slack.<br /><br />So finally beat the dragon down and got back to the big baddie fight. Beat him down and paraded my happy little butt around Skyhold and had a very nice final scene *wink wink*<br />
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<br /><br />All in all, I liked it alot. Now I am going to continue the craziness and do it again, but this time whole new race, class and going to choose templars over the mages. We will see how well I do a second time :D<br /><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-50756718940725879852015-03-11T06:42:00.001-07:002015-03-11T06:42:55.732-07:00I woke up in Silent Hill...........I live in the South. Fog here is not a common sight, which is too bad because I LOVE it. Just as much as I love rain. I am just not at all into cold weather. My friend calls me the reptile do to my need to have it constantly warm.<br />
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For the past few weeks it has just been a little freezing rain and snow with a lot of ice. I want to make this clear for anyone not in the South. It is NOT the snow that shuts us down, but the ice underneath it. I believe we had a total of 200 wrecks in just a matter of a few days in the town I live in because of icy roads. Combine that with the fact that there is a plethora of idiotic drivers in this town and shit gets real, but I am digressing.<br />
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So after all this snow and ice I have been waking up to, we finally got fog this morning.<br />
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It was Glorious<div>
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I was enjoying every lovely, creepy minute of it.<div>
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I was wondering where this guy was though</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-71702418477375236582015-03-09T11:30:00.001-07:002015-03-09T11:30:56.780-07:00I didn't expect the InquisitionAh, Dragon Age: Inquisition. You who have completely taken over my weekends and spare time. I do adore you :) .<br />
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Mr. Fluffy bought me Inquisition for valentines day. Yep, he hasn't spent alot of time with me since. I did however point out to him his Skyrim addiction and now he has an idea how that was for me lol. He is cool with it however. He even has taken an incriminating picture of one of my 12 hour gaming days. It isn't pretty.....<br />
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Anyways, it is great. I haven't been quite this in love with a game in awhile, at least not since Black Ops. I liked the option of choosing how the story goes, right down to who your character romances. I had never actually played any of the Dragon Age games before this and now I am wishing I had. There is so much that goes over my head because it happened in the other games. Anywhoo, I am quite enjoying it and that is what I have been up to alot lately :)<br />
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Dear religious nutjobs,</div>
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Neither me nor my young daughter need you approaching us in public places and forcing your propaganda onto us. Please let us shop in peace. When my daughter is older if she wants to explore religion I will support her anyway I can. As of right now, I am raising her and her brothers without religion. I want them to be able to find themselves and their place in the world with out people like you telling them they are sinful or bad. I never want them <span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">to feel conflicted between who they are and who their religion tells them they should be. I have even set aside my own religion (hint: it isn't yours) so that I don't influence them either. They know mommy isn't christian and that is enough for them. When or if they ever feel the need to have religion round out their lives, we will sit down with them and explore them. We will let them find what fits them and their inner beliefs. We will not force one upon them. So yes, when you approach us in the store while we are shopping and forcefully hand off your pamphlets to us, all you are doing is making a bad impression on my daughter. She wanted to know if you were one of those people who needs the "special kind of jacket"</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-49734618764953602642015-01-13T14:30:00.001-08:002015-01-13T14:30:48.555-08:00Excuses, Excuses.......So yeah, have not updated this in FOREVER.....<br />
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I am still around so let me give you a break down of what has been keeping me :)<br />
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1) Little Man got into some legal trouble. It has been a long hard battle but we finally won and things<br />
are slowly going back to normal. I won't go into details, all I will say is, my son is innocent of all allegations that were brought against him. I am sure some of you know that in this justice system of ours, you are never innocent until proven guilty. You are always guilty until proven innocent, and proving that innocence is a long, hard battle that will tear your world apart.<br />
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2) I had my surgery! If you have read any of my other posts you know that I was trying to treat a very heinous female issue. I finally sat down with my Gyno and hammered everything out so I could have an ablation done. An ablation is basically where they burn the lining of my uterus so that I scar and bleed less. This solved the major issues I was having, though it will not do much for the hormonal issues I have. It has actually been a year since I had it done and I am completely happy with it. Will that change down the road? Maybe, but for now I am pain free and happy.<br />
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3) Mr. Fluffy got an XBox one. I have nicknamed it "The Creeper". I still haven't gotten used to that fact that I walk into the room and it instantly greets me.<br />
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4) I finally got Diablo 3 and beat it on the 360 console. Then I got Diablo 3 Reaper of Souls for the xbox one and beat it too. I am currently farming the living hell out of it on adventure mode.<br />
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5) I stepped back from the politics of Amtgard and I am having a blast again. I feel more creative than I have felt in awhile.<br />
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6) I was titled :D Yep, I am now a Lady in Amtgard.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-11113016136175862132014-03-06T12:08:00.000-08:002014-03-06T12:08:05.483-08:00Sorry for the long absenceSo yeah I haven't done this in a while now lol. The only excuse I can give is that I have been extra super busy with my local Amtgard chapter for the past 9 months. I took over a position that no one else wanted and have been slaving away since. My last term is up in July so hopefully at that time I will be able to be more active on here.<br />
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Other than working my rear off for Amtgard, I have been catching up on my gaming. I forced Mr. Fluffy to finish Borderlands with me so I could play the second one I got for Christmas. He finished that one and got about 3/4 of the way through the second one before abandoning me. He thinks it's a boring game. Really? This is coming from the man who will play Skyrim and Fallout for days without pause doing the most mundane thing in the game and yet, Borderlands 2 is too boring. Whatever.<br />
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The munchkins are getting bigger. Currently gearing up Little Man for middle school. He decided to take band as his elective ( Insert giggly happy mother face, YES BAND NERD!) We have also been dealing with the onset of that most heinous of monsters, puberty. He pretty much sounds like a squeaky toy 24-7 much to his distress and my great amusement. This has unfortunately (or fortunately) led to that most awkward of talks......S-E-X. Oh dear, I wasn't ready for it. Mr. Fluffy on the other hand was all kinds of Mr. Informative to him. I am dealing with it, but my heart cried about losing my son's innocence.<br />
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Well that about sums up my time away. Until the next post (whenever that may be)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-61762084735883733792013-08-27T08:29:00.000-07:002013-08-27T08:31:16.413-07:00Naked AmtgardSorry I really haven't posted anything lately. Frankly I just hit a wall. It isn't that nothing has been happening but the opposite, so much has been happening that I am having issues filtering everything out and figuring out what to post about. We have been very heavy into Amtgard lately. I have been playing some of the new BO2 maps and of course working my tush off at work and at home with the kids. So I have to say one of the best days of my summer came this last weekend.<br />
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We caravaned with a ton of our friends to an Amtgard event up north of us. I wasn't really expecting to enjoy myself quite so much. Just let me interject here that I am an extremely lucky woman to have a husband who isn't controlling and only slightly possessive and jealous, I adore that man. We played our hearts out that entire day and when night came we partied it up a little. Unfortunately, someone slipped Mr. Fluffy some everclear and he went down for the count for a few hours. It is his kryptonite as he told me the next morning (yes, this was the first time in our 12 year marriage that I have seen my dear hubby shitfaced drunk). After I made sure he wasn't in any danger of being stepped on or eaten alive, I went and hung out with our out of town friends and had a blast (because honestly I was a little upset that my husband was passed out drunk and not having a blast with me, so they were trying to cheer me up). A bunch of old farts acting like teenagers again in a highly comedic way. There was some tackling, some very raunchy jokes and a very entertaining game of truth or dare with plenty of naked racing ( not me, no one needs subjected to that). There is something that is truly liberating about just letting go of everything in a group of people that you can truly trust in. There was not one moment where I felt taken advantage of or compromised. It was like hanging out with a bunch of siblings.<br />
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Later when Mr. Fluffy had slept off the majority of the everclear, he came and joined us. Had it been any other man I would have been given no end of grief over it. The fact that he takes my craziness in stride and doesn't get all pissy about it makes me love that man more every day. I couldn't imagine being with a man who was so insecure about our relationship that they couldn't handle me doing some of those things. Our trust in each other is strong, and gets stronger every year. The fact that he understands me and knows that I can handle myself without him getting all macho over me makes me giddy. That is what made that trip the best I have had all summer, and the best part of the entire evening? Falling asleep in Mr. Fluffy's arms in our tiny tent at 5 am.<br />
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Best<br />
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I love you Mr. Fluffy :)<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-8311111235745422732013-08-23T09:01:00.004-07:002013-08-23T09:01:53.158-07:00...............My corn dog stick decided to stab me last night.........very traumatic experience.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-59598205230147822852013-08-20T09:11:00.000-07:002013-08-20T09:11:05.791-07:00Short and not so SweetMy boss and I have a bit of a war of words going on between us. We are both fairly short people so we pick on each other all the time. Today I happened to tease my hair into a "bump" and well it adds to my height. He came out took one look at me and grinned. <div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-32815123466182555782013-07-26T07:21:00.001-07:002013-07-26T07:21:36.381-07:00Our date night turns strangeI know I haven't been on here much but that is ok........I do have a life.........somewhat. Truth is I have just been trying my hardest to enjoy the summer. My motherish parental unit stole all three of the destructobots (re: kids) for four full days. In parent language that is the equivalent to the<a href="http://youtu.be/gr_OpFxCx-A?t=2m3s" target="_blank"> freedom cry</a> on <i>Braveheart.</i> To coincide with this fortuitous event, Mr. Fluffy received early birthday money (because we are all just lazy and cool like that in our big family) so we decided to have a movie date. Yippee!<br />
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Our city is cool enough to have a drive-in movie theater that is still operational. I absolutely adore it. It is a bit run down and the snack area has a smell that I still have been unable to completely identify, but I just think it is the coolest thing since toasted bread. Plus, for the price of a single movie at a fancy indoor theater, you get a double feature. Two movies for the price of one? Yes thank you please. The only problem is that we always seem to choose the worst weather to go watch movies in. Last time we decided to go while it was like 40 degrees outside, and forgot blankets. This time, it was about 90 out and we are having a plague of monster mosquitoes to boot so we couldn't roll down the windows.<br />
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So there we are in our van enjoying the first movie, sweating buckets and ignoring the giant mosquitoes that were staring in the window at us, when I feel our van rock a little like someone had just bumped into really hard. Now, it doesn't take much for our van to do that. In fact, Mr. Fluffy had just leaned against it earlier and made it do the same thing. This time though, Mr. Fluffy was inside so there should be no reason for it to have done it. My first reaction was that someone was playing some kind of prank on us.<br />
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Me: Did you feel that?<br />
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Mr.Fluffy: What?<br />
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Me: The van just moved, I think someone bumped it.<br />
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Mr. Fluffy: *looking around* I don't see anyone.<br />
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Me: Maybe they are crouched down.<br />
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Mr. Fluffy: Ehh, maybe they are but I doubt it is anything to worry about.<br />
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So we went back to enjoying the movie. Fast forward about twenty minutes later and there is a flashlight being shined into my window. My first reaction was that someone thought we were doing something inappropriate or that they had figured out we had smuggled snacks in the van. Much to my surprise there were two cops outside my window. I was flabbergasted and then it dawned on me that two cops wouldn't come to tell us to turn over our contraband snacks.<br />
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Me: Can I help you officer?<br />
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Officer: You two haven't happened to see a man running through here in a white shirt have you?<br />
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Me: No, is everything ok? (I was a little worried, we had parked somewhat off to ourselves way up front)<br />
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Officer: Yeah, we got a call about that guy on the news tonight (dur Mr. Officer, I am at the movies not at home watching the local news). It seems someone called in that they saw him sneaking around out here.<br />
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*Now our drive-in is located out in a big field on the edge of town, so it does make sense someone hiding from the cops in this area would run through here to get to it*<br />
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Me: No, we haven't seen anyone but someone did bump our van earlier. We thought it was a prank.<br />
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Officer: Ok well we will keep on looking around, you folks enjoy your movie.<br />
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Me: Mr. Fluffy, lock the damn doors!<br />
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It seems that a man decided to rob one of our local elementary schools of their computers and had been found out. He went on the run the very same night we had decided to sit in the open and watch movies in the dark. It took them three days to catch this houdini of a man. They finally found him hiding out in a car in a parking lot. This was after he was found hiding in an attic and he <i>fell through</i> and <a href="http://www.bigcountryhomepage.com/story/webcast-police-continue-to-look-for-suspect-considered-armed-and-dangerous/d/story/1r9IVeGyZEuVW7bN6wpQGw" target="_blank">escaped</a>.<br />
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I am thoroughly convinced he was the one who bumped our van that night. I will be locking my doors every single time now....just sayin'Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-41970473243278456562013-07-01T11:24:00.000-07:002013-07-01T11:24:43.136-07:00Face meet palmAt work and phone is ringing.<br />
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Me: Hello this is *_______* how can I help you?<br />
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Client: Um yeah I need to ask a question right?<br />
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Me: Ok, what is it that you need to know?<br />
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Client: So I am calling for my friend right?<br />
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Me: *silence*<br />
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Client: She can't speak English right?<br />
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Me: (Thinking about this time that neither can the person on the phone.)<br />
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Client: So I am calling about her daughter right? I think she needs shots right? But like they have never called her to remind her she does right?<br />
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Me: (this is just too much for me to deal with in my current mood) I am going to transfer you now, please hold.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-45556453113528672492013-06-03T13:55:00.000-07:002013-06-03T13:55:02.135-07:00The mystery of the urine scentDo you ever have those times where you<i> know</i> you can smell something but no one else does? I do, all the time. I have a really weird heightened sense of smell. Of course, this only came about after I became a mom. I can smell puke rooms away and if a diaper needs to be changed from across the house. I am sure many of you developed this unfortunate superpower also. Sometimes this ultra shnoz comes in useful, but most of the time I wish I didn't have it (like every time I pass my son's bathroom). <div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-44695078611924079882013-05-15T13:30:00.000-07:002013-05-15T13:30:38.523-07:00My foray into alternative hair removalsA little while back, when I finally decided I<i> had</i> to see a doctor about my menstrual situation, my doctor had me experiment with hormones to see if that would help any. It of course did not, it only served to make me even more insane than I already am and basically made my husband consider an exorcism. The experimentation didn't last long so I thought that all those little issues that are supposed to haunt you wouldn't matter to me.<br />
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I'm sitting there (thankfully she keeps her office quite toasty so we don't freeze our tooshies off in those little gowns) and this cute adorable little thing walks in all rainbows and sunshine. Ah, it is the student come to try her hand at the lady whose body hates her. I smile, trying to hold in my evil giggles because I know this perky little woman has no clue what she is getting into. She starts firing off her battery of questions at me and I can tell that she is quickly becoming engrossed and horrified by my answers. By the time the Nurse Practitioner comes into the room to do my exam, the little student is starting to stutter. The NP has the student start naming off everything she has learned about me. She is no longer rainbows and sunshine at this point people. </div>
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The student listens intently while the NP and I discuss what treatments I have or have not had, what worked and did not work. She listened in abject horror when I told the NP about the hormonal insanity that ensued after my last treatment. Then we got down to business with the exam. The NP wanted me to let the student do it so I agreed. Doing my duty again. She started with the top part, which is my least favorite bit of the whole thing so thank goodness she was fast. She was getting ready to go to town down below when a funny little feeling hit me. Yep, I should not have had Mexican food for lunch on the day of my appointment. I was in horror that I might accidentally butt burp on this tiny little ray of sunshine that was currently rooting around in my lady bits quite roughly. </div>
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She finished up quickly and practically bounced out of the room, her enthusiasm returned now that she was done with Lady Freaky Bits. The NP stayed a moment to discuss some more treatments, the whole time I am trying my best to hold in the noxious fumes warring to escape me. Finally, everyone leaves the room and I hurriedly dress and leave the building, make it outside and get relief. I make it home and Mr. Fluffy asks me how everything went. I told him the whole story and he of course laughed his butt off at me. Yep true love there folks. </div>
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All in all this appointment will go down in my books as one of the strangest ones I have ever had. Now that I am done with that bit of over sharing, have you ever had a doctor appointment you will never forget?</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-75715438955201721942013-04-19T08:07:00.000-07:002013-04-19T08:07:57.804-07:00blahhhhhhhhSo the past few days have been a real roller-coaster for me. Wednesday we had a bitch of a windstorm so of course my almost non existent allergies kicked in and I woke up feeling like I was swallowing crushed glass. This went on into Thursday were I lost my voice and also had my yearly violation (pap) appointment. The doctor was very enthusiastic about getting me to do a certain surgery that would help solve some of my monthly agony. I got very excited about it and asked her about my out of pocket expenses. She said she would have her receptionist look that up and give me a call........well today I got that call and I am heartbroken. Three grand. Three grand to go into her office for a procedure that would take upmost of 30 minutes and a little ibuprofen. Looks like I will be saving up for sometime.<br />
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On the other hand, I had Mr. Fluffy get me a small little elliptical for me to work out on. I'm so excited about it. I put the entire thing together myself and am anxious to try it out today when I get home. Other than that, I am just too depressed right now to write much. I was very much looking forward to some relief and to find out that I can't have it right now dashed my hopes. So I am going to go sit in a corner for a bit and brood on why shit has to be so damn expensive.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-15251672561540828652013-04-16T11:47:00.000-07:002013-04-16T11:47:20.381-07:00Brotherly love?I get so tickled at my boys. I can honestly say, I didn't know what to expect when I had two sons. I grew up with three sisters and two brothers but one didn't live with us (complicated story lol) so I was never really exposed to brotherly bonding. My boys have shared a room since Smarty Pants was born. I never felt anything wrong with it seeing as how I had shared a room with my sister up through high school. It just felt like the natural thing to do.<br />
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There have been bumps in the road, to hear it from them you would think sharing a room was the ultimate in un-coolness. They never can agree whose clothes belong to who. They are forever touching each others toys. They constantly pull pranks on each other and heaven forbid if one of them dares to encroach upon the other's bed. I am constantly bombarded by the demand of "Why can't (enter name here) just sleep out in the hall? Then I could have my own room!" "Why is it fair that Little Miss has her own room but we don't!?" "Mooooom! He is staring at my side of the rooooom!"<br />
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For all of this though, I can tell that they actually enjoy each other's company. Every night at bed time, there are the secretive whispers and giggles. When one of them isn't there you would think they had died by the way the other acts. They will complain about how silent and boring their room is when the other is gone. They will seek out me or their sister because "It's just too lonely in there without (enter name)." It is at times like these I realize, through all the bluffing and posturing and knock-down-drag-out fights that they really do care for each other. With sisters it was easier, we knew we loved each other and we stuck together like glue. My boys kept me wondering though, I was down right positive they detested each other. I just hope one day they realize just how important they are to each other. I know I can see it, but if you ask them they will flat out deny it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-67028905754470305962013-04-09T08:04:00.000-07:002013-04-09T08:04:31.318-07:00Rant about my kid's schoolCan I just say how much I hate dealing with my children's school? I have fairly smart children. They aren't genius kids or anything but they are not walking around with air between their ears either. Our school district loves to hire "new" teachers or promote someone from one thing (my daughter's teacher was the school librarian until this year) to a teaching position. While I understand that these people have to start somewhere in their teaching careers, I just wish my kids wouldn't get them every single year. With Little Man, they never know how to handle his hair trigger temper. Sassy Pants always seems to get the teachers who have never in their entire lives dealt with a head strong kid before, and Little Miss is learning this year that she can't just get by on how cute she is. Sassy Pants teacher and I just are butting heads this year. Talking to that man is like beating your head against a brick wall. Not going to get anything out of it but a splitting headache. Sassy Pants talks. Anytime he can have his mouth running it is. He is a non stop chatter box. I warned his teacher of this. When they line up to go anywhere, the teacher tells them to be quiet and not talk, so of course my son has to talk. They have a color system for when they are in trouble.<br />
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Purple - excellent day!<br />
Blue - Great day!<br />
Green- good but not anything to brag about (this is where my kids thrive)<br />
Yellow - not bad but had to be warned once<br />
Orange - getting worse, second warning<br />
Red - basically your screwed. We will call and email both your parents and you are possibly getting ISS (in school suspension)<br />
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So yesterday Sassy Pant's teacher decides that he isn't going to give him any warnings anymore. If he gets in trouble for the littlest thing he will automatically go from where ever he was on the list to red. If he gets red he gets grounded at home. His teacher knows this and has decided to use it against my son as a sort of blackmail. Be extremely good or I will put you on red! WTF?! Really? You are going to emotionally blackmail my son into behaving a little better so you don't have to stop being lazy and deal with him? You can't tell me in that whole class of 21 kids that my son is the worst. I know he loves to talk and will most likely be named class clown but he isn't violent or anything. Then, he calls Mr. Fluffy, who just happened to be taking a test and forgot to silence his phone so he automatically failed the test, just to tell him that Sassy Pants had not been turning in homework for three weeks. Really? Why didn't you tell us sooner?! This man has both of our email addresses and phone numbers so there is no reason why he could not reach us sooner than this. Why wait three damn weeks to say anything at all? I am so frustrated with their school that I just want to scream. They refuse to keep us in the loop on anything then cry about it when we don't know what is going on.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987661937446321049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662026773804529505.post-37691890506770706622013-04-08T12:17:00.000-07:002013-04-08T12:17:49.534-07:00It's my bubble...pop it and dieI have personal space issues. I know other people say that, but I really do. I am an introvert and I am not overly fond of physical contact with other people. It takes an awful lot of time for me to feel comfortable enough to let you touch me. I still have family members that I resist letting into my bubble. If you have a hard time understanding, read <a href="http://schrojones.deviantart.com/art/How-to-Live-with-Introverts-Guide-Printable-320818879?q=gallery%3Asveidt%2F34464099&buffer_share=85d06" target="_blank">this</a>. I know, if I am this bad how do I keep a blog? I don't have to see you or touch you so it's all good baby!<br />
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Knowing this, I got quite the shock the other day. We were out at the park and this lady who is apparently friends with everyone else came up, sat down beside me and just started talking non-stop to me. I smiled politely and kept up with some small talk and was doing pretty good in my honest opinion. We got up to say goodbye and she reaches over and hugs the crap out of me.<br />
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Have you ever grabbed a cat that didn't really want to be held? They do that whole going completely limp thing and then after a few minutes you get the ever living hell scratched out of you. I had a very hard time not panicking and not flailing out because she is sweet and I didn't want to scare her. When it was over and she left Mr. Fluffy came over with this huge grin on his face and I told him "Dude, she <i>hugged</i> me!" He of course laughed his ass off at me. He then proceeds to tell me that he is sorry he didn't warn me about her and that she is extremely "friendly".<br />
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I know what some people think of this reaction in me. I get a lot of questions asking if I was abused when I was younger. I can honestly tell them, I was never physically abused as a child. I was dreadfully shy though. I hated meeting new people and whenever my mother would introduce me to anyone I usually just hid behind her and tried to not see them and forcing me to say hi to them or shake their hands would usually result in me crying and screaming. I know somehow this being touched thing comes from that. I was able to start controlling myself around new people and not be as shy as I used to be. I can say hi and carry on some small chat even, but once you touch me the gambit is up and I freak out just a little. You may not see it, but those familiar with me will. They know the difference between my "I frigin LOVE you" hugs and my "Do we really have to touch?" hugs.<br />
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