A Disorganized Mess

I keep leaving the camera at home or the USB cable that connects it to the computer at the office! Why I can't keep them together, I'll never know. Well, it's probably because I took the camera out of its case a few weeks ago and started carrying it in random pockets and purses, and so all protocol with camera/cord storage has been thrown to the wind.

I am telling you all of this to explain why I have so much to say, but no respective visual aids attached. Pictures, you can be sure, will be added once I get my camera and cord under the same roof (unless I leave the laptop somewhere else entirely, which is highly probable).

Okay, what has happened over the past week? Aside from being insanely BUSY at work on a daily basis (which would be good if I knew what the hell I was doing, but is sadly a nuisance), I have launched into the unbearable 24-hour morning sickness that some women endure, Blake broke his face, and our mail lady has gone MIA.

Instead of listing what I cannot eat (in the interest of time and space), let's list what I can:

plain white rice
Grape Nuts cereal with milk
certain varieties of red apples
bananas
potatoes
tomatoes
pudding
oatmeal
spaghetti noodles with plain tomato sauce (no seasonings)
and that's about it

So, life is grand. Now my only hobby - cooking - is a source of agony. This morning Nadia begged for eggs and I tried SO HARD to convince her that cereal would be so much tastier, but alas, eggs it was. I just plugged my nose while cooking them and was fine looking at them, unlike my reaction when I get a visual bead on meat, cooked or otherwise. But then when I walked in the bathroom, roughly 20 feet from the kitchen, to brush my teeth, (I had to unplug my teeth to brush) I lost it. That's my story. I feel you now, Kristin.

Then, right when I was feeling real crappy, the phone rings and it's the ice arena saying we need to come pick up Blake because he fell and "chipped" a tooth. Derek hopped in the car and drove the 100 yards down the road to get him. Two minutes after he left, the phone rings again and the manager at the arena tells me to meet Derek at the ER.

The MRI revealed no broken bones in his face, and believe me, that was surprising as we looked at him! One of his front top teeth is broken off flush with the gun line, and the adjacent tooth is diagonally broken in half. Long story short, this kid is one tough cookie. Not ONCE did he ask for even a dose of Tylenol. He shed tears only once, and that was because he was worried about the guilt the guy who fell on him must be feeling. "You shoulda seen his face, Ma - he just looked so sorry."

Blake needs root canals in those two teeth, followed by reconstructive dental work. Unfortunately he has to wait two weeks to get in with the specialist in Marquette. So, he is Toothless Wonder in the meantime. Oh, that reminds me - we just about LOST IT at dinner last night when Nadia looked at her big brother out of the blue and exclaimed, "What's up, Gums?"

Still laughing... :)