Friday, February 27, 2009


Someone once told me that what goes around, comes around, so don't get upset when someone does something that doesn't exactly "suit your fancy" so to speak.

The last two weeks have been absolutely CRAZY at our house. Let me explain...

Last Tuesday, my dearest husband, had to go into surgery to have his tonsils taken out. Once we got into his room and they had stuck an IV in his arm, I immediately knew that things were going to get a little bit on the strange side. How did I know this? Well, as Ryan was laying on this hospital bed in one of those oh so hot nightgowns, he proceeded to explain to me his death wishes.... case he was to die while he had his tonsils out.

These are those wishes:
1. Take the money I get from life insurance, and buy a lambo. And only I can drive this lambo.
2. If I am to marry again, new husband cannot drive the lambo, can't look at it, it is to remain in the garage at all times covered by a car cover, so new husband can't see it. Unless by chance I marry his cousin Cole, then cousin Cole can drive the lambo.
3. He proceeded to make a list of people who can drive the lambo, who can't drive it, who can't see it, who can...ect ect.

Anyhow, the list went on and on and all I could do was laugh and giggle because he was dead serious, but it was so funny because all I saw was Ryan in his funny hospital gown with knee high black grandpa socks hanging out. I just couldn't take him seriously.

The surgery only took about 30 minutes, but we were there from 8:00 until 2:00. Little did I know that the next week was going to be an absolute nightmare. Who ever knew that men were such whiners? I didn't! I thought they were supposed to be "tough" and act "tough" Holy cow was I in for a surprise.

Well, on Saturday afternoon, Ryan's eye started to swell up and he was getting a really bad eye infection. So he asked me to get an ice pack so he could put it on his eye. Obviously he was tired of holding the ice pack, so he asked me to get a piece of fabric or something to tie it around his head, so I did. Then, he couldn't see the tv, so he wanted his glasses so he could see....after I was done fixing him up, this is how he looked.....

HAHA!!! I love it!! Now this is payback for laughing at me when my face is numb and not moving correctly!! Look how retarded he looks after I've finished "doctoring" my patient. Anyone think I should be a nurse?? :)

Now, please be aware that the next picture you are about to see is of my husband the cyclops. :)

Poor guy, he got a really bad Stye in his eye from having his tonsils out and infection running around and all sorts of sickness. Its finally starting to go down so he's getting back to normal. Finally, I'm tired of all this doctoring!!
Ok, I'm done trying to be funny. :)

Monday, February 16, 2009


Today I must have been a little bored with the empty plant shelves in our house, because I went to Michaels, and this is what I ended up with after the day was over! Who would have ever though I could take a bunch of flowers and weed looking things and turn it into something so great. So now, this arrangement is setting on my plant shelf looking awesome!! Yay!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Rough Day

Today, was a rough day, let me tell you why.

7:00 a.m. Wake up, bath, get ready for the day
8:15 a.m. Say good bye to husband, get in car...head to the DENTIST!!!

So, I have had this tooth that has been driving me NUTS! Absolutely nuts, it hurts like crazy. If you have ever had a toothache, then you know what I'm talking about. Excruciating pain. So I called and made an appointment with the dentist. He decided that we should probably do a root canal on my tooth. Ya, you read that right...and stinking root canal!!! These words are swear words in my book and I was shocked to hear that me, a 24 year old, will have to have a root canal! AHHH!!!
So, I decided to tough it out and go through with the procedure. After 2 horribly painful shots in the mouth with numbing injections, I thought was going to die. Boy was I wrong, 'ole mister dentist started to drill a hole in my tooth and it hurt like a $#&!*$#*!&%#*!!!! So he stopped and decided to stick another needle full of anesthetic into my mouth. OUCH!! Another 5 minutes goes by, he starts to drill again, it still hurts!! So he stops, and injects a 4 needle into my mouth. By then I had had it with this needle business. Finally, after being stabbed a thousand times, my whole face was numb, and so we continued on with this so called "root canal".

The whole time I'm thinking, "huh, this isn't so bad, going well, can't feel a thing, watching some tv...sweet, I'll be out of here in no time. Pain free." And then the dentist says, "Camille, we're going to have to refer you to a specialist, I can't finish the root canal with out a microscope." WHAT?? You have seriously got to be kidding me...I mean, come on dude...a specialist? Thats going to cost a fortune! So we made an appointment with the specialist in the afternoon and I left not really knowing exactly why I had to go to a specialist.

I had to go to work, and I just wanted to crawl under my desk, my face felt like it was going to fall off! Not I took some of the pain killers I was prescribed. Didn't do a thing!!

2:00 rolls around and I head back to Twin for the 2nd time now to the specialist. Get there, he is behind over an hour. So I sat there in the office, about ready to pull my own tooth it hurt so bad, and waited. FINALLY, it was my turn. Now...for the 5th time, I was poked with another needle, 2 more numb up my face, AGAIN! I was informed that my tooth had an bacterial infection and thats why I had to go to the specialist. Thank you for telling me...$800.00 later. Yikes.

Anyway, 30 minutes later I'm all fixed up and feeling like a handicap. I get home, pick my husband up from work and what does he do? He laughs at me!! Why is he laughing might you ask?? Check out this picture......
While he was laughing at me, I couldn't help but laugh as well, because his laugh cracks me up. This picture was taken of me when I was laughing my head off. So the side of my face that is "not smiling" so to speak, is the side that is numb. This is how retarded you look when you have been injected 6 times with anesthetic, and you're laughing, and your husband thinks its funny to take pictures of you at your most beautiful moments.

p.s. don't get me wrong, I take very good care of my teeth, we just happen to not be getting along right now.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Cupcake Anyone? I got a little carried away. This week we are having a little "bake sale" at the bank to start raising money for Relay For Life this year. First Federal is a big sponsor of this event and so we thought we would get an early start on raising some funds.
I decided that I probably got a little carried away when I started making cartoon faces on them out of candy corn and cinnamon lips.

Anyhow, I was quite amused at my little cupcakes and thought I would share them with you all!
Don't they look ssooo good? Would you pay 50 cents for one of my delish cup cakes?? :)

Wednesday, February 4, 2009


We Must Stop This Immediately! Have you noticed that
stairs are getting steeper?
Groceries are heavier.
And, everything is farther away.
Yesterday I walked to the
corner and I was dumbfounded to discover how long our street had become!

And, you know, people
are less considerate now,
especially the young ones.
They speak in whispers all
the time! If you ask them
to speak up they just keep
repeating themselves,
endlessly mouthing the same
silent message until they're
red in the face! What do they think I am, a lip reader?

I also think they are much
younger than I was at the
same age. On the other hand,
people my own age are so
much older than I am. I ran
into an old friend the other day
and she has aged so much that she didn't even recognize me.

I got to thinking about the poor
dear while I was combing my
hair this morning, and in doing so,
I glanced at my own reflection.
Well, REALLY NOW -even mirrors are not made the way they used to be!

Another thing, everyone
drives so fast these days!
You're risking life and limb
if you happen to pull onto the
freeway in front of them.
All I can say is, their brakes
must wear out awfully fast,
the way I see them screech and swerve in my rear view mirror.

Clothing manufacturers are
less civilized these days.
Why else would they suddenly
start labeling a size 10 or 12 dress
as 18 or 20? Do they think
no one notices? The people who
make bathroom scales are
pulling the same prank. Do they
think I actually "believe"
the number I see on that dial? HA!
I would never let myself weigh
that much! Just who do these people think they're fooling?

I'd like to call up someone in
authority to report what's going
on -- but the telephone company
is in on the conspiracy too:
they've printed the phone books
in such small type that no one
could ever find a number in there!
All I can do is pass along this warning:

Unless something drastic happens,
pretty soon everyone will have to suffer these awful indignities.

PS: I am sending this to you in a
larger font size, because something
has happened to my computer's fonts -
they are smaller than they once were.