Brrrrrrrrrrr….
Good morning. Heh. A very chilly -7 this morning, and I was actually out and about. So naturally – i took pictures.
And froze.
Is it spring yet?
swag
Every year the KMS 6th grade class takes orders for, and constructs christmas swags. The kids love to make them, spend a whole school day assembling and delivering them – they’re designed to hang over the door. Well, I never by one. Bad Lesa. *L* The girl tried to sell me one, but I didn’t give (mean momma). Then, today, I found one sitting on top of my car hood. Apparently one of our neighbors (most likely) had bought one, but decided that I needed it on my door instead. So there it is! Thanks, whomever ya were!
IN other news, The pup’s lip looks much better, though she chewed up the inside of it pretty well. But it’s not near as swollen and while her gums are “achey” she says, she’s doing fine with the new cap and spacer.
Speaking the kids – OH! they make me laugh. *Chuckles* just yesterday, the pup and I were having that “no, i love YOU MORE!” argument, and she pops off out of the blue with “Fine! We both win! let us shake our BOOTY’s NOW!” and started dancing around wildly… I about spit out my DC everywhere.
And the boy? We were in the car, and the pup askes me if I’m going to go out and get them a new dad. I assured her that 1. no one could ever live up to their daddy, and two, I had no intention of looking at all at this point. The boy heaves this HUGE sigh of relief and says “Whew, thank god! I’ll be busy enough beating the crap outa guys who want to date my sisters! I won’t have enough time to worry about guys OOGLING my MOM!!!” Again – Mom? laughing!
And the girl, oh my girly girl. She makes me laugh daily too. Just today, she was working on her project, using mass amounts of duct tape. What do YOUR children do with duct tape? Well mine? She gags herself for fun. *L* SHe had her mouth taped for a while, and was making faces, and just generally being a goofball. I took pictures, but well, I think someone would likely go “GAH!” if I uploaded them. Suffice it to say – she’s decided that ripping off duct tape really fast, was not fun. But ripping off duct tape from her BROTHER really fast – now THAT was fun. Cue much mayhem and yes, laughter.
They say laughter is the best medicine – I’m damn lucky to have my kids. *g*
Her daddy would be so proud…
Today, today I was treated to a saranade, quite unintentional, by a Dentist. Yes. Granted, most of that is my fault, for having named the pup something that BEGS to be singsangsung all the time. In fact, I myself sing her full name, and then the ‘name game’ to her every morning to wake her up. Really, with a name such as JessiAnna – how could I not? It just begs to be drawn out… “jessiAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNna….”
I digress. I was speaking of the Dentist. Yes.
Dr. Ing! So named because not only is it part of his name, but he also possesses many many -ing things! This tool is whistle-ing, that one spray-ing, that one suck-ing, and of course, Dr. Ing hisself, talk-ing and sing-ing! It was a very -Ing Day! There were many other -ing things happening too. As you shall see. Because you know you care. You do.
So! The pup had a dentist appointment this morning – the next to the last one for some corrective work, and then we’re done until she loses some teeth, finds some others, and we start the lovely orthadontal stages of her poor life. The pup has a very small mouth – loud! but small – and thus has very little room. So, where there was a tooth extracted, today we needed to put a cap on one to hold a spacer bar in place so she didn’t lose (anymore) spacing that’s waiting for a grown up tooth to come in.
Oh man though. The Wobble-ing! And the fall-ing!
Dr. Ing is very good with kids, and talked her through everything, gave her a sedative, and laughing gas, and she didn’t even feel the novicaine and afterwards said that it didn’t hurt at all. The sedative, however, oh! the laughter as I watched her. She got all knock-kneed and relaxed and figgity and squirmy, then like a limp noodle. *L* When all was said and done, I had to practically carry her out – though she insisted she was walk-ing!
She has a lovely fat lip, though, because she keeps tugging on it
“I CANT FEEL THIS!”
“Yes, dear, I’m so proud. Now stoppit!”
Her eyes are starting to clear, and she’s come back to the land of the live-ing, and sober. *L* But man – there for a bit? she was one seriously wasted pup. *g* and i spent the morning laugh-ing!
And picture take-ing of course!
Yawn!
Ugh. Tired grumpy Lessa!
Yesterday, I received several emails from a client, asking for a rush job for flyers. So I cleared my evening of all work and play, let her know my time was hers, and as soon as she got me the info, I’d get it ready for today’s 11am(mytime) deadline.
I finally got the information at 6am this morning.
Lessa doesn’t DO mornings.
Lessa gets damn GRUMPY without her morning nap after the kids go to school!
Even Lessa’s MOMMY doesn’t call her before noon!
Alas, as I am a very good worker, and damn proud of what I do, I started work before I’d even opened my first Diet Coke! THE HORROR! It was truly frightening. But, 3 hours later, I finished 1 two-sided 1/4 page flyer, plus two 11×17 versions of the flyers for posting, and got them all emailed to the client with an hour to spare before the deadline for any proofing/changing that needed to be done.
Only to have her not answer her phone! GAH! But, at least, I know that _I_ didn’t drop the ball! She finally called shortly after deadline, and she was pleased as punch with my work (naturally!) and full of praise about how I make her look good and she’s so happy to have found me through my DramaMama client. She mentioned how she was like “she lives WHERE? puhLEASE there’s no way she could do work like I find here – especially cheaper!” when my DramaMama was pimping me out – until she saw the fliers. Now she’s all about “OOOOOOOOh you do FANTASTIC work girl!” And I am a very happy camper. She told me the response to the LA Weekly ad (Yup! this is that client!) was EXTREMELY positive and everyone always loves my flyers. Looks like I’ve another permanent gig with her, as long as she has clients to advertise, I’ve got flyers to make.
I rock. *preens*
I just hope that NEXT time it doesn’t involve me skipping my nap to do it! Harumph. I got about an hour’s sleep later in the afternoon, then Mom called and let me know she’d found us a toy train for this weeks scavenger hunt, so as the girl (She’d stayed home puking this morning. Strangely enough, she had a project due today…..) was feeling better I piled the kids into the car and went to take our pictures. The nice lady at the hobby shop even turned on the train, and moved it to where each kiddo wanted it for their specific picture ideas! Everyone around here has been SO NICE about our taking the pictures, and so TOTALLY helpful in making sure the kids get the shots they want! From the Lady today moving the train THREE TIMES, to the owner of the feed store delaying the last turkey winner so we could get live turkey shots, to the restaurant waitstaff who let us cavort around the restaurant taking pictures of salt and pepper shakers as well as all the animals and such, to the grocery store who let me snag pictures of the goards. Granted, I did buy some from there and bring them home, but still! Everyone’s been SO NICE.
That’s small town living for ya.
Everyone asks who is doing the hunt, and why, and how it works, and what places the kids are in, and encourage them to keep trying to catch up with and beat me. We are 6 weeks into the 15 week challenge – there’s still time for them to catch me! And most importantly – the kids are having fun. I love watching their individual styles come out, and how the Girl, especially, takes charge until she gets the EXACT picture she wants. The boy is a point shoot kinda person, the pup is somewhere in the middle, but the Girl – she’s all about getting *the* shot. But they all love doing it, and are still hoping to beat mom.
And no, I will NOT throw the contest so they can win. Hell no. I’m twice as competitive as any of them. They will have to beat me fair and square!
And the fact I make sure they get that all important extra point every week is just coincidence. Really.
