catchy little tune…

Totally my new favorite song.

June 12 of 12… the anniversary edition

Seriously, you should know the deal by now. Chad, the gracious host can be found here, as well as numerous other 12 of 12 participants.

This June 12th was my fifth anniversary. Welcome to my day:

8:17 AM - Yea… I’m late for work, what else is new. It’s casual day so I dug out my old Bob Probert jersey to show my support for the Wing’s game seven in the championship series.

8:43 AM - Several co-workers volunteered to help clean up the weed beds around work. So I stopped to take a few pics. You know, generally, people don’t seem to like having their picture taken.

5:21 PM - I heard a cool song on Sirius Alt Nation so I took a picture to remember the names.

5:31 PM - Picked Hunter up at daycare. His first question to me was : “Mom, what you got?” I try to have some fruit for him when I pick him up… and he knows it.

6:06 PM - This was cute picture I captured of Hunter, but it was terribly out of focus so I did the best I could with photoshop.

6:05 PM - Sharing french fries with Grandma. Grandma came over to watch Hunter so Kev and I could go out to dinner.

6:12 PM - I was setting up the tripod so I could take a nice picture of Kevin and I on our anniversary. Of course Kev had to be Kev… yo yo yo! Apparently I married a PMF (punk mother-fuc.. .uh.. you get the idea).

6:14 PM - I am thrilled with this picture of Kev and I. Can’t wait to hang it in our home. Kev didn’t like the vignette on this one, so I took it off.

8:05 PM - Leaving Longhorn. As I was taking this picture another couple was pulling in the parking lot… the guy asked if I was a private investigator. LOL

8:08 PM - Ok, so it’s getting later in the day and I know I don’t have enough pics… so here is Kevin’s dream car… a Grand National.

9:17 PM - We went to Game Works to play a few video games. Every game I touched had credits on it still… it was weird.

10:12 PM - Home watching the last hockey game of the year. It didn’t really end the way we had hoped. I think my Probert jersey is jinxed.

Obviously, I have been doing some Photoshop homework. Playing is really the easiest way for me to learn. I’ve been collecting tips and techniques from podcasts, you-tube, books and other online crap. But you can listen or read all day, but for me, it just doesn’t sink in until I actually do it. I think I have the vignette thing down pat.

Go and check out some other 12 of 12’s, they really are cool.

June is uber-busy for me, I will try to keep up on crap-o-rama.

~S

Reason # 846

…why I believe things happen for a reason.

Yesterday Hunter tried to take a step on his punching balloon and I believe the ride he got caught him off guard, but he wasn’t hurt and it was honestly hilarious; watching someone fall on ice hilarious. Kev and I were cracking up and so was Hunter.

But here’s the thing you have to remember about 3 year olds (holy crap… he will be 3 in 3 days!!) … when someone laughs at what a 3 year old does, they will do it again…
and again…
and again…
until someone gets hurt.

Yep, just like our Moms told us. And that someone was Hunter. The third time he attempted his balloon walking technique he hit his head on the floor pretty hard. Hunter is quite resilient and when he cries like he was, I know he was hurting pretty bad. Remember, he’s the kid that only cried for 2 minutes after being stung by a wasp… resilient, I say.

Anyway, we put ice on his little bean and I rocked him until he felt better and started to fall asleep. This was good and bad. It was also very close to his bed time so all the crying and drama made him quite sleepy. Good since sleep meant his head didn’t hurt him any more, but bad because 100 things are going through my head about if he’s okay or not.

I keep putting the ice on his head and feeling around to make sure I don’t feel any big knots or anything. Then I see what looks like a scab on the back of his head through his hair. Now I can’t see up-close for shit without my glasses and Kevin has Superman vision so I call him over to look at what I found.

“It’s a tick!” he said as he was already two steps towards the bathroom to get tweezers. Kevin was very calm, but I know inside, we were both freaking the hell out.

Now is probably and appropriate time to mention that Kevin had stage 3 Lyme’s disease several years ago. It is now in full remission (if that’s what you call it).

I’ll save the you the details of how my wonderful husband expertly got the tick out, with it’s head intact, still alive and chewing on a skin tag from my son (little fucker). We saved the tick and he is now at the doctor’s office, hopefully dying a long slow death. It honestly didn’t look like the tick had been there very long. We had been in the yard earlier in the evening and that is probably when he got it. Which means not much chance of it having infected Hunter with anything.

It was an “American Dog Tick” (<- warning, there are pics and these are creepy little things!) which isn’t a carrier of Lymes. Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever is what that particular type of tick carries and I don’t EVEN want to know what that is!

Side note: I have looked it up (of course) and it looks extremely serious. All kidding aside, we will be monitoring Hunter very closely for the next couple of weeks.

Plus the tick looked male and I think the gender of the tick has something to do with whether or not it can transmit diseases. Hey, don’t ask ME how they knew it was a male.

But just imagine the look on Kev’s face when the doctor told him not to worry there isn’t Lymes disease in our region, it’s mostly north of here. Ummm… ok.

Good news, Hunter seems fine; both from the bump on the noggin and tick ordeal. He actually slept through the tick thing which is amazing and I am very very grateful for.

The “everything happens for a reason” moral of this story is obvious. If Hunter hadn’t hit his head, I don’t know when we would have found that tick and that makes my stomach kinda flip-flop.

oh yea….Now I need new tweezers… I’m never using those AGAIN. Ewww.

~S

P.S. Consider this your 12 of 12 reminder.