um, thank God she's not a troll?

this weekend ky got into a little trouble at the our local Target. she ran way off ahead and we lost track of her. once we were reunited, the bf had a serious talk with her about what could happen to her if she ran off and someone "took" her.

the bf: blah blah blah..."why do you think we don't want to lose you?"

ky: (very seriously) "because i'm cute?"



sometimes i can't believe the things that come out of that child's mouth!!!

Vicodin + DDG = Very Bad News

so...friday found me crowing about the vicodin i received to cope with my root canal. mmmm...good, strong vicodin would make me very happy, i thought. i bragged to my blogosphere friends about how cool it was that i had vicodin in my possession. the root canal pain was bad friday morning, so i took two vicodin shortly after i arrived at work. the night before i had taken a few, it seemed to take care of the pain very well. no big deal to take a couple, i thought.

at around 11:00 am, i started to feel weird. i was a bit dizzy and out of sorts, and not making a ton of sense as i tried to help my fave co-worker, BBMG, work out a problem. it was kind of funny. then the nausea kicked in. it was intense. i sat at my desk with my head laying on my arms, taking deep breaths and trying to get rid of the horrible feeling. BBMG was sweet and brought me some bubbly soda, and encouraged me to eat a bit. nothing was working. i was disappointed when i realized i would not be able to join BBMG for a nice relaxing lunch. i was going to have to head home and lay down a bit.

both my boss and BBMG offered me a ride home, but i figured i would make it home just fine. i grabbed the bag out of my garbage, just in case. i hopped in the car and rolled down the windows. i made it about a mile when i started feeling that horrible sensation of vomit on the way. there were several cars behind me with no where to pull over. so, i did the only thing i could. i grabbed the garbage bag with one hand and held the steering wheel with the other as i very violently tossed my cookies. thank God i managed to get it all neatly in the bag, and even better, the bag appeared not to have any holes in it!

when i got home i was like the living dead. every time i moved an inch i felt rolling waves of nausea. bf called at some point and urged me to try and eat. i grabbed a bowl of shredded wheat and managed two bites. my reaction was so strong that i had to lay down on the bed, the bowl of cereal and milk at my side. i couldn't even muster up the strength to take the bowl to the kitchen.

at some point in the afternoon, i spent some time laying on the bathroom floor. i don't remember the last time i have been that ill. and the worst part of it all? bf had no sympathy for me. he said it was my own fault that i didn't eat enough before taking the pills. (that morning i had half a donut, two 100 calorie packs and a bottle of green tea, but whatever.) so besides being violently ill, i was sobbing because bf was being so mean.

only later i found out that both my sister and my grandma have had the same reactions to vicodin. both are considered "allergic". that sure would have been nice to know.

now, i am dealing with the pain in this way: good old fashioned advil.

and the bf? well, i finally forgave him for being a dickhead. but next time he is ill i might just decide to kick him in the teeth.

is anyone really color blind?

unless you live in a hole in the ground, you have heard about the shootings at virginia tech earlier this week. you also probably know that the madman responsible for it all was south korean. not that his race should matter. but this is america, and even though we like to pretend it doesn't, race does matter, doesn't it?

in case you haven't gathered this from previous posts and or pictures, the bf is asian. he is originally from south korea and was adopted by his caucasian parents and brought to the u.s. at about age 5. (no one is sure of his exact age, his adopted parents were told his approximate age and then picked his birth date for him.)

last night my kids went over to visit their dad for a couple of hours after daycare. this morning at the breakfast table, my little darlings were talking about something they had seen on tv last night.

ky: "there was this guy on tv, and he hurt all these people and made some of them die. and he looked just like you, N!"

first, kids ages 3 and 5 should not be watching the news in my opinion. there are things that they just don't need to be exposed to or be worrying about yet. the tv is almost never on in my home. the only time the kids watch it is when american idol is on, or maybe on a rainy day when i put in an age-appropriate movie for them.

second, how does a five year old come up with that? the gunman really didn't look much like the bf at all, except for them both being asian. if the guy had been white, would she have said "that guy looked just like my dad!" i think not.

third, as a parent, how do i teach my child not to see race? or discriminate based on race? and how do i do this when last night, at the grocery store, there was a scrawny little asian guy behind me in line. and he did look sort of like the gunman at virginia tech. and it crossed my mind, that he looked like that guy. and i was ashamed.

caught in the act

i am never having sex again. my worst nightmare has come true. the bf and i were having a particularily um...acrobatic night on Wednesday. we were completely oblivious to the world around us. and let's just say we were in a very compromising position, which invloved me on the bed and him off the bed. in the midst of our throes of passion, i thought i heard something (or someone?) come into the room. i froze and pushed bf away. i looked ahead and to my left. there was my sleepy eyed daughter. just standing there in the dark.

seriously, i am done with sex. i think i'll become a nun.

party gals part 2

i promised to report on the "toy party" i went to on friday. so here goes...

i rode to the party with two of my old work pals, m & t. i haven't hung out with them in quite a while and can actually go a whole week or more at work without even running into them. we had a bit of a "falling out" almost a year ago, and things haven't been the same since then. t & i have slowly started to chat a bit again, but things won't ever be the same with us.

anyway, they were kind enough to let me ride with them. i wasn't particularily looking forward to the drive. the party was almost a half an hour away. what would we have to talk about for a half an hour? turns out it went just fine. t & i chatted up a storm while m occasionally chimed in from the back seat. all was well.

we were the first to arrive at the party and we immediately started pouring down the alcohol. i knew i was going to need the liquid courage for a sex toy party with co-workers.

there were a total of eight guests. all from work. and every single one went straight for the booze. after everyone had a good base down, we finally assembled in the host's cozy living room. i piled onto a little couch with two others.

then the toy show began! she started out pretty tame. lotions for shaving, some pheromone oil that was supposed to make everyone "happy". before long she was passing around all kinds rubbery toys and flavored lotions and potions. it was hilarious to watch everyone's reactions.

the girl next to me was snickering like a school girl and pointing out things like the "tickle his pickle" book from the catalog. and then she snickered some more.

another whom i would generally consider a prude was asking serious questions and wanting recommendations from the host and from the group. and what the hell, i gave her a few tips.

yet another chimed in with the occasional comment about her own apparently active sex life. (who would have guessed she ever even had sex?)

the party turned into a total riot. everyone hooting and hollering and laughing. it was pretty fun. even though they were all co-workers and i hardly knew some of them.

the party ended fairly late for this old gal, and we didn't get out of there till close to 11:00. after the party, everyone decided to head out to the bar. i was buzzing, feeling pretty good. i was totally game for more.

as we were getting ready to leave, it appeared that one of our party was a bit reluctant to head for the bar. she made some comment about how she "wouldn't be getting any" unless she went right home. whoa! too much information!

all in all it was a pretty fun night. i'm actually glad that i went. and i'm looking forward to receiving my "goodies".