Tender Wishes

Emma didn't wear a jacket to school this morning. The nice day we were supposed to have turned windy and cold, so I decided that I better take a hoodie up to her. I grabbed the first one I saw and three paper shamrocks fell from the front pocket to the floor. Maybe I'm just emotional these days, but they made me cry. Two out of three, so real and so selfless from a girl who's nearly 11. All I can say is:

Me too Sweetheart, me too...

Don't Give Up, Don't Ever Give Up ~ J. Valvano

For the three people who checked my blog this week, I love you. I don't know who you are, but you should be proud to say that you are not quitters. I'm sorry I deserted what I once loved. I can't promise what the future of this blog holds, but tonight I'm avoiding laundry and finishing my book club book, so here I write.

Now where to begin. I last wrote in July when I considered selling my beloved pretty-in-pink and asking McKay-Dee if we could permanently take up residence in a couple hospital rooms by the E.R. Sounded like a good idea to me - free diet coke and all you can eat rabbit-turd ice, 24 hours a day. But every good dream must end and Brooks has managed to reign in on his impulses to plug openings that don't need closing.

I'm willing to bet that my three devoted followers are on facebook, so you've probably seen what the Poll's have been up to. I guess I'll just highlight what I haven't mentioned on there. Christmas came and went, but a milestone was passed. Steve abandoned Christopher & Banks and moved over to the Buckle for my holiday clothing purchase. He claims to have sat outside the store and watched women enter and exit so he could pick out the best in this season's fashion (yes that was in Deb's voice.) I will miss the button sweaters about as much as I miss pulling sprinklers around the yard at brown brick.

I'm happy to announce some changes in myself as well. I've been born again and have found myself addicted to the Biggest Loser. My children are adjusting best they can. Emma is also absorbed with the show, but Brooksie just doesn't know what to do with himself when Mom's engaged to the television and the Broncos aren't playing. For the record, I LOVE Sam and Koli!!!

Speaking of Brooks, he'll be celebrating his 6th birthday next week and I'm celebrating only three more months of kindergarten. The boy wants to be with friends every waking and sleeping moment. If he doesn't have a pal at exactly 11:40, when he gets out of school, it's like roid-rage in the Barbie house - only Barbie ain't skinny and she sure as hell doesn't walk around with a smile plastered on her face.

Emma is getting ready to slap the softball around seriously again. She practiced here and there through most of the winter anyway, but the tournaments and league will be here before we know it. Her and I had the joyous opportunity to attend the maturation program yesterday. Steve suffered flu-like symptoms all day because of it. He ran my text usage up with rants of Daddy don't let your daughters grow up to be pretty and talk to boys. He's about 11 years too late since Emma came out of the womb all covered in gorgeous.

Basically, life is life as usual. Don't bother asking if I really wrote this at one in the morning. I always laugh when people ask me by email or on facebook if I was truly awake at that time. When I start going to bed before midnight, I'll be knitting Steve his own sweaters for Christmas.

Ear-mergency

I've come across alot of hand instruments in my lifetime, but last night I had the privilege of meeting a new one - the ear curette. It's an interesting little tool that removes things, like BB's for instance, from auditory canals. You can even go to your local emergency room and watch the doctor use this device to extract an object from a small ear for a mere $75.

I'm just glad Brooks provides us so many opportunities to grow and learn from parenthood. That must've been what he was thinking about when he jammed the red BB in his ear. I blame myself here. I made BB retraction look easy when I cleared one out of his nose with my dental nipper last week. Next time I'll remember that he'll keep trying something until he feels the consequence of intense pain from dangerous activities.

But all is well. The air pellet has been retrieved and Brooks can once again hear from two sides of his head. I just wish we didn't have to hit the ER every time we want to teach a valuable lesson.

Various Things I've Been Doing

- Moving from brown to pink brick.

- Changing pink carpet, pink paint, pink everything to brown, go figure.

- Painting cabinets and placing antique finish. Do NOT try this at home if you have children or any kind of life whatsoever.

- Chewing massive amounts of ice.

- Searching through boxes for items that my husband wants. He's the one who packed them ALL but apparently I'm the only one who can put things away (please picture me smiling instead of fiercely biting my tongue.)

- Tiling kitchen backsplash with a Hannah Montana ruler. Emma's help is quite valuable in a pinch.

- Painting cabinets and placing antique finish. Do NOT try this at home if you have teeball, swim lessons, softball, and piano lessons to taxi for.

- Working to pay for all the things I've bought even though I really just want to be home putting my new house together.

- Meeting all sorts of plumbers, satellite installers, phone workers, painters, and other miscellaneous handy men. You can imagine how enjoyable it's been to have Tug around for all their visits.

- Writing checks.

- Daily trips to Home Depot. Some of the workers know me by name now. I've become so close to Kim in the paint department that I'm considering asking her to dinner and a movie.

- Painting cabinets and placing antique finish. Do NOT try this at home if you like to maintain any tittle of sanity.

- Wishing it were as "fun" as everyone says. No people, fun is taking the kids to Disneyland, staying up all night with friends, eating peanut butter bars 'til I'm sick, and watching Steve pull weeds while I facebook.

Just posting this little funny while I'm trying to get over my superstition about the blog.

Shut'r down?

Don't get me wrong, I still love the pump, but the darn thing got complicated just after I blogged about it. I swear this blog is a curse. I'm considering shuttin' her down. I'm more superstitious than I'd like to believe I guess. Anyway, I haven't checked everyone's blogs forever so don't feel bad if I'm not commenting. With the exception of medical research, I've basically abandoned the laptop. I kind of feel like I'm just writing to myself anyway but just in case I still have a few readers out there, this is what's been consuming my life:

As my Grandma would say Eye-yi-yi!! And for the record, DIABETES SUCKS!!!!

Pump UPdate

Forget Robbie, forget football, forget ice, forget Disneyland, forget taco doritoes, forget facebook, and yes, even forget peanut butter bars. I have a new love in my life -

I think this pretty much sums up how things are going at the Poll house. Keeping our fingers crossed...