Happy Birthday Grandma!

Jack and I are going to be too busy spending the day with Grandma today to post anything real.
Maybe tomorrow.

It's Been an Interesting Christmas.

I hope everyone had a fabulous Christmas and that Santa was nice to you all. So what did I get this year for Christmas?

The stomach flu.

Have you ever sat on the toilet and threw up in the bathtub? I have.
Have you ever pooped yourself three times in one day? I have.
I spent the wee hours of Sunday morning in the Emergency room getting an IV of fluids since I couldn't keep anything in me including water or pedialyte. It was ever so much fun. I normally wouldn't have gone to the ER, I would have toughed it out. This year however I felt that I had to go because of my other Christmas present....

I'm pregnant.

I know! We're pretty excited. And to think we did this one all by ourselves. We stopped all fertility treatments in June. I kinda feel like I should ask for a refund, but I just don't care anymore. I'm only 8 weeks along so it's pretty early, but I think the last few weeks of keeping a secret have been KILLING my mother.

So that's it.

What did you get for Christmas?

Weekend Wedding

For the past few days I've been fighting the headcold from hell. Today is by far the worst day. Why is it I always seem to get a cold just in time for my off days?
Because of my Dayquil hazed brain today I'm going to forgo a real post and just put up pictures of the wedding we went to in Indy this past weekend.

The bride (Spiderman's cousin) and groom.

The reception was a lot of fun and went into the wee hours of the morning. Not everyone could party that long.

My in-laws.
Spiderman and his brother and sister. I don't know why those boys always insist on making faces in every single picture they take.

It took a lot of convincing to get this picture where he wasn't making some awful face that made him look retarded.
Overall it was an awesome time and I may have drank way more than I had intended. Do you think that's what contributed to my cold?

That or all the sickies I see every day at work.

Funeral Fun

Spent the day at Spiderman's grandfather's funeral. Fun times. I just can't get motivated to write a real post after today, but I did want to update y'all. I called my new friend and we're going shopping tomorrow.
I'm sure there will be a post in there somewhere.

Guess Where I Went This Weekend?

Oh, yeah. That's right. I went to see Mary Poppins and it was AWESOME! For my birthday, my mother-in-law got tickets for my sisters-in-law and I to go. They were front row, center. Wonderful, glorious seats! The show was fabulous and I recommend it to anyone.
When I was a little girl, I was a Mary Poppins freak. (Ok, maybe I still am, I mean look at my blog title after all) I mean I was Mary Poppins when I was a kid.

Despite the gloomy, rainy day in Chicago we still managed to have a great time. We ate at a restaurant right next to the theatre. It had the prettiest view!

This was the view from our table. We sat right next to the window and bonus: got to see a car accident. Gotta love driving in the rain. The food was excellent and I even had flourless chocolate cake to fulfill my constant chocolate craving.

At the theatre, we answered some Poppin's trivia to win free soundtrack CD's. Finally we made it to our seats. The lights dimmed.....

And the guy sitting next to me proceeded to bounce his leg up and down so hard that it shook my whole seat. The entire first half he alternated bouncing his leg, checking the time on his cell phone, and giving a big sigh and shifting in his seat. I was like, Dude, if you don't want to see the show get up and leave! Don't ruin it for me!

It took everything in me not to punch him. I was actually surprised that I only calmly laid my hand on his knee. I told him to stop making my chair shake......or else I would kill him. Well, not the last part, but I did think it.

Overall, though, it was a wonderful time.

I'm glad I got to see it with my "girls".

Remind Me Never To Get Old....

Today I took my grandmother to the doctor and then grocery shopping. It was a big day out for her. Grocery shopping for my grandma is an all day event. She was actually a little mad at me because she likes to go to multiple stores to compare the prices of meat. We stopped at the local discount grocery store because she told me that she had "no food". This amazes me because

1. my sister is temporarily living with her and does most of the grocery shopping. She even works at the bank located inside this grocery store.
2. later when we were putting away the bags and bags of food she purchased, we couldn't even find room for all her stuff. The freezer in the basement was completely full and her cabinets were overflowing. What is she stocking up for the Apocalypse?

We stopped to visit my sister at the bank while we were there. She also added a few things to the shopping list. When I pick up the requested potato chips, my grandma says that "she never buys those" but insisted that we get two bags because they're the best. Several times she discovered something on her list that was in an aisle we had already passed up. When I told her I would go back for them she sighed saying "nevermind, I guess I can do without them." (I did go back for many of the things she wanted) She also kept apologizing profusely for taking up my time and for me to not get angry with her. I was constantly reassuring her that I was on vacation, had set the day aside for her, and had absolutely nothing else but a nap planned for the day. She also kept telling me that she hadn't been out of the house since Christmas. This cracked me up because I know for a fact that she has to go to her doctors appointments once a week for a lab draw and my mother has taken her to Walmart several times before she left for Mexico. She is such a drama queen. At least I know where my melodramatic tendencies come from.

It was an exhausting day and I really need a nap.

Worldless Wednesday--Happy 50th Mom!

  (taken last Saturday)

Wanna Scar Your Kids? Send 'em to Us!

This weekend we babysat for our niece and nephew. Our niece is 4 and nephew is 2.

Things were going great. We went to the park where they filled their shoes and pockets with the entire contents of the sand box to take back home. We had chicken nuggets and tater tots, a bath with bubbles and watched movies.

Spiderman has spent most of this time amusing himself with his new game "point out how Sarah will be a completely incompetent mother". So what if I almost flung our niece from the swing when I tried to stop it. So what if I can't get the car seat harness to snap right away prompting my niece to say "Auntie Sarah, you're not very good at this." Who cares that by 10am the next morning I was exhausted and ready for them to take their naps. Spiderman says that it's because I can't handle them. And you want kids of your own? he asks. He handles them better. Of course he does. He's not the one who woke up with them at 6am this morning. Instead he slept another 3 hours while we had breakfast that consisted mostly of them crushing Cap'n Crunch into the carpet. He's not the one who's been bathing them and wiping poopy butts. Speaking of poopy butts, can I just say...for a little guy who only ate 4 tater tots, and 2 bites of chicken nugget....he had a poop the size of a grown man at an all-you-can-eat buffet!

When nap time came is when we scarred the children. They were laying in the spare bedroom on the bed bickering, biting, and generally NOT napping. Spiderman suggested we separate them and take one of them into our bedroom. The devastation these two showed at being separated from the sibling that only a few short minutes ago they hated with the fire of a thousand suns was horrific. They sobbed for 10 solid minutes and declared that they wished we weren't their auntie and uncle. But they DID nap. Eventually. After the whimpering died down.

It is now peaceful once again in the Spoonful house. The kitties have even come out of hiding. When they wake up from their naps, we will do some coloring and then return them to their parents at Grandma's birthday party this evening.

I will miss them. Although they are a LOT of work and are Exhausting, I love the little guys and still look forward to having one of my own.

I'm sure I'll get better at it.

Maybe.

Super Sarah--A Guest Post

Hi there bloggers! My name is Jackee, I'm found at www.runswithscissorsjackeeg.blogspot.com and I've been asked to guest post on my daughter Sarah's blog while she's out and about in Indy on a weekend excursion/visit with girlfriends. Now be off with you darling, while I post about you. (well, did you honestly think that I, your mother, could post about a random subject on your blog? No, not me, I have to tell a Sarah story, or brag about my lovely, talented, INSPIRED daughter to all of the internets.) If you are a regular at Spoonful of Sarah, you will know that she mentions her husband, "Spiderman". Oh, it has become an off handed nickname, one that he approves of because of his affinity to anything Spidey related. But did you know that Sarah herself has many aliases?
As a child, she was creative, bright and imaginative. She had a large interest in becoming characters from the movies or cartoons after she watched them on television. At the age of 2 she became Cinderella, at the age of 3 she was Mary Poppins and by the age of 4 and 5 she loved anything SUPER HERO related. She was fascinated by the special powers of the superhero's and really anything magical. Her imagination was intense, and often she tried to engage other kids in her fantasies, some mostly the boys would gladly participate. Given direction, those boys could follow commands, and play a role with her, so basically, they were the actors, she the director and so the story ensued. This was a popular pass time, dressing up, acting out little scenes of her fanciful mind. I had an old bag of odd clothing that we lovingly referred to as the dress up bag. Hats, belts, shawls, old prom dresses, glittery New Year's Eve shirts and accessories of all kinds could become the props and costumes of any given afternoon's play.
Remember the old Wonder Woman series with Linda Carter? Cheesy storyline, poor to midlevel acting, but wondrous lady with nice boobs and perfect teeth who had the magical powers. By day, Ugly Betty, but at the scent of danger, she spun round and round, flinging off her ridged serviceable spectacles and behold *Wonder Woman* in all her WICKED glory. Cute little strapless Red, White and Blue ensemble, with those gold cuff bracelets that bullets could bounce off of. She had a rope (or lasso- geeze, I cannot believe you didn't turn into a porn star-watching that kind of innuendo!) that could lasso you right out of trouble.
Check it out....
Sarah, using her imagination, and so should you, to see that she's just a girl, mild mannered bespectacled young woman in a visor....and as she spins…so off comes the glasses, visor and weird purple vest we found at a garage sale and poof!That’s as far as the costume got….you had to use your imagination to visualize the Wonder Woman get up.
Ah, childhood. Ahhhh Super powers.
Thanks for letting me guest post, babe. Drive Safely, have a good time!
Mom

A Rant on Healthcare

I'm sorry, but this is going to be a rant.
I've said this before, I work in health care. A hospital to be more exact. I lovingly call it the Chamber of Horrors, (I also call it that because I don't want to be fired for my blog) but seriously, we're not THAT bad of a hospital. I wouldn't have worked there for 9 years if it was a bad hospital. Just like most people I get frustrated by my job. I am good at my job. Every day I have to deal with patients who aren't the most cooperative or nice even. I am always pleasant and accommodating to them and their families. (I may bitch up a storm to my husband when I get home, but at work I'm pleasant) I'm nice even if I don't want to be, because THATS.MY.JOB. I get paid to help these people. It doesn't matter how I feel, or how they act. They need my expertise and help and I get paid to give it to them. It's my responsibility to provide good care.
And I do.
Sometimes it's painful, but I do.
Because of this, I absolutely CAN NOT STAND receiving poor care or customer service. I cannot handle if check out ladies, or waiters are rude because this. is. their. job. I especially will not tolerate when I receive poor health care. Over the weekend my grandmother had to be admitted to the hospital. My hospital. She has received really good care from the aides and nurses and general staff. They were polite and helpful to my grandmother (aside from one small choking incident, but that's a whole other story) Until today. Today she had a nurse that I wanted to kill. I know this nurse from a different angle, as a coworker. I can't stand her, but I figured maybe she's different with her patients. Maybe she too, is good at her job.
Now, my grandmother is not the easiest of patients. She gets confused, wants things her way, and can be a general pain in the ass at times. But she is still a patient. She has always had night terrors which have been made worse because she is out of her environment. She doesn't often leave her house and when she does, she has some anxiety. She'd had a rough night yesterday night and my mother called to see how her night was last night. All she was met with was a nurse who was rude and unhelpful.
I worked all day and would go peek in for a short visit during my breaks today. My grandmother was NOT happy with her nurse who she said was basically ignoring her. There was some talk about her being discharged and I wondered if it would be at a time that I could just drive her home on my way home. I checked with her nurse. Mind you, I didn't say who I was in relation to the patient. All I said was that the patient in room ten wondered if she was going to be discharged today. This nurse then proceeds to tell me that she "talked to the daughter, who didn't seem to know anything" and continues to talk shit about my mother. To me. Now, this is unprofessional behavior to begin with. It was completely appalling that she said it to ME! I waited until she was done and calmly said. "That's my mother you're talking about. I'm the patient's granddaughter." Any normal person would be mortified. This bitch was not. She got even bigger attitude. I'm going to have her written up.
I am SO mad that my grandmother received this poor care. Even more so I'm embarrassed that it happened in MY hospital.
This is unacceptable.

A Swim In The Gene Pool

I was looking through some old pics of my grandmother. (My mother's mother)
Can I just say?
Is this creepy or what?
Do you guys see a resemblence?
My gene pool is pretty strong. Spiderman thinks our kids are gonna look like him.
I'm not so sure.