Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
And here are all the dogs with their new home!
So I thought creating a new blog would encourage me to write more. Apparently not.
However, some things this week have prevented me from daily blogging/reading. One was an art project for Ned. He has all those little toy dogs from the new movie, Hotel for Dogs (no I did not buy 8 happy meals from McDonalds, I bought the dogs separately and only 2 happy meals!). He wanted to make a house for them out of a cardboard box, but I had to cut windows and doors, put a chimney on and paint it. While he was at his dad's I stopped by Michael's and found this fabulous small unpainted dolls house so I bought it along with all sorts of wooden bits and pieces to stick on and dog stickers. I will put the pictures up another day as I don't have them here with me at work, but it is a masterpiece and far more superior than the little old cardboard box we were planning on renovating.
Another reason for not blogging is that I have been in incredible pain since Monday due to the fact that I had an infected ingrown toenail. I must point out that it was mainly infected because I had picked at it and tried to get it out myself and made it worse. I went to a podiatrist on Friday who insisted he could do nothing that day and would have to get authorization from my insurance company and that I should come back on Monday. Confused because I have a PPO policy which does not require insurance, but not wanting to argue with the doctor in case I got stuck with a huge bill, I agreed and suffered the pain over the weekend. On Monday I talked to a friend who pointed out that he was just trying to get two copays out of me and I decided to go to someone else who whipped the sucker out as well as one on the other side of the nail. They have both been removed permanently and it was pretty gross. I could not watch because I cannot tolerate pain, but if you need to see what it looks like, go here. The most painful part was the injection to numb the toe - it feels like a huge needle going into your bone and I am grateful for the nurse holding my leg down so that I did not kick the doctor in the face for I am sure I would have done!
Now even though I could not watch this procedure or tolerate the pain of the needle, I had to see the ingrown toenails that he extracted, which were fantastically gross and much to my delight, he gave them to me as souvenirs! Everyone at work seemed so grateful for that as I showed them off!!! Ned thought they were "cool" and has only trod on my toe twice now so we are doing good.
However I was not prepared for the pain I felt when the numbness wore off. Fuck.Ing.Hell. That is all I can say. It throbbed, it hurt, it throbbed some more. Pain killers helped some then I would wake up in the night and have to take some more because the sheet lying on top of the bandages hurt. Two nights in a row I have been up in the night and the doctor is now calling in some stronger pain meds for me. Thank you Toe Doctor, I think I love you.
Last night I took the bandage off to soak the foot in Epsom salts, which is something that is soothing but not when you first put your toe in the water. It hurts! It was the first time I had seen the cuts and they are bloody and disgusting and made me feel sick. I have even come into work each day, hobbling all over the place and wearing sandals in the middle of winter with very thick socks, looking like a gimpy person who has just escaped from an institution of some kind.
I was going to have this done to the second toe, but now I am having second thoughts. I think I would rather have a bikini wax, which is something else I did for the first time last Friday. Again, Fuck.Ing.Hell. I think she enjoyed it too much, she laughed every time I screamed out in pain. However the pain was gone by the next day, so bring on the bikini wax and not so much the ingrown toenail removal!
Friday, January 23, 2009
This is what my four year old keeps saying. "For reals mom!". Where did he learn this from and when did he turn into a teenager?
My life is flashing before my eyes!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Yesterday was such an exciting day and even though I was at work, I was able to watch the inauguration online and it was very special. On my facebook page I put that I was proud to be in America today, and one of my colleagues told me quite aggressively that she was proud to be in America every day. It really bothered me the way she said it, as though we are all supposed to feel this "American Pride" in the same way that she does. Is it a privilege to be American? Is it a privilege to feel this pride? I think it is a privilege to be on this earth, no matter where you are, and I think that I am entitled to feel prouder on some days and not on others. Does it mean I am anti-American on the days I don't feel proud? Not at all. This whole "American Pride" thing bothers me. I am prepared to take my citizenship test, I am prepared to live in a country that will not acknowledge duel citizenship even though the country I was born in will recognize it. I pay my taxes, I am a good person, I have not committed any crimes, yet I get pulled up for saying that I am proud to be in America on January 20th 2009. It just annoys the hell out of me and I had to get it off my chest, so there, I am done now!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Lilly Allen can be annoying sometimes, but I really like this new song of hers.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Well, I like to think I did in the three weeks I was home! This is me in my friend's 1940's themed room (yes, she has a themed room!). Nearly everything in there is genuinely from the 1940's, including this flag which was used in the war and belonged to her grandfather.
I love my friend. Not only is she absolutely gorgeous, but she is such a nice person and I think I saw more of her out of all my friends because she is just so easy to be around. She is also one of Ned's godmother's - he has three!
It was lovely seeing my friends and family, but I really missed America and my "home". So now I have decided to take the citizenship test and make it official, because I never want to live anywhere else. And it will mean that in the future I can vote, so hurrah for that! Also, my lovely sister has decided that it may be in her and my nephew's best interest to come out and live here with us, so I need to get my citizenship so I can sponsor her. If anyone would like to donate to the "Get Ellie Out Here" fund then please contact me, as it costs a frickin' fortune to file for citizenship ($675) and sponsorship ($355)!
Finally, here is a little shot of the christening party - if I say it was fucking freezing, that will be an understatement, but seriously, it was fucking freezing!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
This is what it feels like when a big giraffe is looming towards you and has a very long tongue and a big head that could swallow your head whole. Or small children, which is why Ned looks so nervous perhaps?!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I came back from England, trying to motivate myself to blog and read again because I have been a bad blogger of late. I decided I needed something new, something that might inspire me to write more, hence the move.
Anyway, we had a lovely time in England, my sister's house was definitely the best option to stay at and there was only one major argument with my mom which my sister actually started but of course, I got dragged into! We visited a castle, had a private showing at a zoo because we have a friend there and got to feed the giraffes and elephants which is slightly scary as who knew how big a giraffes head was when it was way up there in the clouds? Not me, that's for sure, and they are pretty big once they lower their heads and try and get the food out of your hand that you are gingerly holding up, hoping that they don't lick you to death with their enormous tongues!
Ned was christened on Christmas Day, at the church where I was christened when I was 6, so it was pretty special. He seemed to know that he was there for some sort of ceremony and complied very nicely, although when the vicar said "we will now announce your new name in Christ" he turned around and said loudly for all to hear "I don't want a new name, my name is Ned!" Good old Ned!
Another highlight, and I must mention this, is that I got to meet Welshy, Chris and Juliet (can you hurry up and give me your blog so I can link you?!). It was slightly surreal but lovely to meet them, and of course it was made even better by the lovely Thorntons chocolates that Chris and Juliet gave us. I think I may have scared Welshy though as I ate her least favorite food - mushrooms ("you can't trust a mushroom"). All it all, it was brilliant to be in an English pub having a drink with people I have talked to online for such a long time.
Hopefully you will all decide to come on over to the new site, and as and when you do, I will add your links. In the meantime, Happy New Year to you all and I must say, it is so nice to be back home - in America!