Home run

We got home about two hours ago and Bean is sleeping off the anesthesia. She supposedly has a fairly light recovery, but the bloody tears that are coming out of her eyes are pretty much right out of a horror movie. She's been in and out of sleep, but was a total champ about the operation and seems to be fine now that she's in her own comfy bed.

Dr. Pig and I are just relieved that it's over and, since we've been up a good 9 hours already, we've decided it's time for a nice cocktail hour and have opened a bottle of champagne and made a nice little breakfast to go with it.

Pound of bacon: 6 dollars

Bottle of champagne: 28 dollars

Knowing your child is home safe and sound after surgery: Priceless.

Can't beat it.

Thanks for all the good thoughts. It means more than you know.

Thursday!

Surgery scheduled for this Thursday!

Nothing like getting it over with. I'm so happy that she'll just get it and get out and be done with it and that the recovery is pretty mild. I'm going to have to get out the Mountain Colors Enormous Cardi for hospital knitting. Because I'm going to need plain stockinette with no increases or decreases. Otherwise I fear I'd end up with increases on one side, decreases on the other and Lord knows what in the middle!

Well FUCK!

Fuckety fuck fuck fuck!

Some of you may have noticed that Bean wears glasses. She has a condition called strabismus, which causes her left eye to cross. The glasses help her align her eyes in the correct position. We also patch her right eye for about an hour a day to help strengthen the muscles in the other eye. Unfortunately, the muscles in her eyes that control the up/down motions are also affected by this condition and can not be aided by patching or glasses. The doctor was hoping that, with time (Bean has been wearing glasses for 3 years, since she was 20 months old), those muscles would equal out in strength.

It's not happening.

So, Bean is going to have to have eye surgery.

It's an outpatient procedure, but it's general anesthesia and it eye surgery and I'm a bit freaked out. I know that it's really not a huge deal and that lots of people have vastly more serious health issues. But it's my baby. And that makes it a very big deal to me.

Oh sure

Today we get school closings. Last night we were watching the late news and, upon seeing the line of snow and ice that was predicted to fall well short of the Metroplex, I told Dr. Pig that we would get that storm and to plan on being late to work today.

I woke up to a half-inch of ice on the ground. An inch of ice is supposedly equal in weight to a foot of snow. And it's still falling. Not heavily, but consistently, which will eventually equal heavily. We are predicted to get an inch or two of ice today. Bleh. The problem with ice is that it's not much fun. There usually isn't quite enough to go sliding, and you can't make a snowman with it.

Bean and I are going to hang out and make chocolate chip cookies and watch old movies.

The Iceman Cometh

or, maybe not

We went into Friday night with the weatherman making dire predictions of doom and gloom and three inches of ice and no power and WE'RE ALL GOING TO SUFFER!

It rained like hell and got pretty cold (34F).

We woke up Saturday to dire predictions of doom and gloom and three inches of ice and no power and WE'RE ALL GOING TO SUFFER! I had a 9am haircut scheduled so I went to that, but went home expecting the weather to turn on me any minute.

It rained like hell and stayed cold.

We went to the Saturday afternoon birthday party (it rained like hell and stayed cold) and came home wondering if, indeed, there would be any "weather".

The weatherman assured us that REALLY I SWEAR tonight and tomorrow there will be doom and gloom and three inches of ice and no power and WE'RE ALL GOING TO SUFFER! Except that one channel pointed out the possibility that since the temperature at 3,000 feet was in the 60s, and that was where the clouds were that were generating the rain, it might not freeze up after all.

Sunday, it rained a little bit and was cold.

Last night, the idjit weatherman was STILL trying to perpetuate the myth that we'd get a freak ice storm and that the National Weather Service really hadn't been out smoking crack while making our weekend weather predictions.

And yes, we got ice. A veryveryveryveryvery thin rime of ice on the roads, etc. And it's sunny (a full three hours before the 7am weather report predicted), so that won't last.

There is a reason I don't stock up too much for events like this. Based on experience, there are two possible outcomes: nothing happens in which case you didn't need to stock up. Or, it does happen in which case the power goes out for a few days and the food rots.

The good news is that Bean has the day off and she and I can go out an enjoy ourselves!

Battening down the hatches

A major ice storm is predicted to hit the Metroplex this weekend. I'll grant them that it's raining like crazy and that in the past two hours it's dropped a good 20 or so degrees. We'll see about the rest of it.

The dire predictions of ice usually send our area into a major food/beer/milk buying frenzy.

Me?

I've bought a gaggle of "fashion fever" Barbies because the Fashion Fever Barbie clothes don't fit the regular fucking Barbies and we have lots of fashion fever clothing and it DOESN"T FIT. DAMMIT! Oh, and we just got back from a huge sashimi dinner. Because nothing says, "I'm prepared for the ice storm." like a big plate of sashimi followed by grilled delights such as enormous grilled bacon-wrapped scallops. Screw milk, I'm happy, slappy!

And alot of sake.

Whee!

If you really could laugh your ass off, I'd be wearing smaller pants

Bean: Ethan and I played superheroes today on the playground and I was Spidergirl (I think of it as Spidergrrrl) and I'm still Spidergirl and Stephen was the Manian Devil.

Me: The Tasmanian Devil is one of my favorites (insert bad imitation of Taz)

Bean: No, Mom (insert sounds of a 13-year-old girl's frustration in a 4-year-old voice)! He was just a regular Manian Devil. Not a *taz*-manian Devil.

New Ways To Have a Big Damn Heart Attack

Be alone in the house on a gloomy Friday morning.

Be very involved in creating a newsletter that really should have been sent out yesterday.

Feel something cold and wet apply itself to the little space where your sweater has risen up above the waistband of your jeans.

Scream loud and long enough that the dog won't come out of the bedroom no matter how long you apologize.

We went to Egypt and saw the Stinx

Last week, Dr. Pig, myself, and Bean went to Fort Worth with my parents to see the Hatshepsut exhibit at the Kimball Art Musuem.

The best part of the trip was Bean saying, "I know where Egypt is!" She ran off to her excellent new globe and pointed out Egypt and said, "See, you can tell it's Egypt because there is a picture of a Stinx on it." We gently corrected the pronunciation, but "stinx" is now my favorite Beanism.