I promise not to write about boobs anymore until after my surgery. I promise to not talk about how I finally decided on a size or that I’m losing sleep at night because I’m afraid I may end up with huge stripper titties. I promise to not talk about how I threw out all my old bras although I think a bra burning would have been more fun. Oh my, see how self absorbed I am? Seriously, no more boob talk. No more boob talk. No more boob talk.

I was hoping to post more this week since I’ll be MIA for awhile after my surgery. I’ve been so busy trying to get things done since I’ll be down for the count for a few weeks. Do you ever wish to be bored? I can’t even remember the last time I felt bored. Boredom just doesn’t happen when you have kids. Nothing ever goes as planned with kids in the house either. On Wednesday I wanted to drop by dentist’s office so they can look at my teeth to determine a shade for my crown. I’ve needed to do this for a couple of weeks now. Well I never made it there because while I was in the bathroom getting ready to leave Marigrace managed to get the lid off a bottle of calamine lotion. It happened so fast. I let her pull the band-aids out of the box so I could get my face on then I hear her say “Mmmmmm” which is her new trick that she does after drinking from a cup. I look down to find her drinking the calamine lotion. Not sure how much she drank because I don’t know how full the bottle was to begin with but it was now 1/4 empty and it was everywhere. I called poison control. I know their number by heart because we often called for Isabelle who we couldn’t get to eat anything but ate everything she shouldn’t. The nurse had me give her milk to coat her stomach. She said the worst that could happen is she would have a bad bellyache and vomiting which fortunately neither happened. I put her in the tub to make sure I got all the calamine out from her fingernails so she wouldn’t get it in her eyes. While bathing her she got red faced and started grunting. Before I knew it there was several turds floating in the tub. Jessica, I know you are getting a big kick out of this. Needless to say I never made it to the dentist.

Yesterday we had plans to meet a good friend for lunch to exchange Christmas gifts. No surprise that those plans got pushed back because someone did not shut the hamster’s cage door and they got loose. Miss drama Queen Madeline cried and carried on while the rest of us searched for them. I actually think it was a ploy to get out of looking for them because she headed over to a neighbor’s house claiming that she was just so upset. I’m going to be in big trouble with that one. I found them late last night in the laundry room where they must have slept all day. I must admit that I had thoughts of never finding them because I’m so tired of cleaning their cage but when I saw their sweet little faces looking up at me I felt thankful they were okay. Damn it!

I did manage to take the kids to visit Santa and got a cute photo.

I thought this was cute enough to share. It’s a note to Santa from Madeline.


I have two other things I also want to share. The first is a short clip of Santa and a stripper pole. The second is for inspiration. Have a great weekend!

http://home.att.net/~hideaway_today/t041/xmas_santa.swf

http://www.walkthetalk.com/the212movie.php?refsource=vmlydia212

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