Thursday, April 21, 2005

Biting off more than I can chew?

Probably. L'Tanya, from Black Purl Magazine needed some help. I offered and I am now Community Services Director. What is that you may ask? I do not know. I am helping out with a Flower Power Swap on their new message board (it's an EZ Board) and also designed a scrap rug for a new CAL. It's a new board, so stop by and say hello. It's for crocheters, knitters, quilters, beaders, embroiderers (is this a word?)
and cross-stitchers.

I feel like I am cheating on Crochetville. I love the board so much there. I have made some of the most wonderful, awesome, fantastic friends there and the help the board has given me, not only with crochet, but with other things is priceless.

Anyway, I will lend L'Tanya a hand for a short time and then pass the torch. I have so much going on with my charity projects, home, daughter (summer is coming)and my other "problems", I don't want to spread myself too thin.

Onto other news, Elena has a splinter in her hand. I don't know how long it has been in there, but it's red now. Mike and I tried this AM to get it out, but she is strong and was hysterical and Mike had an early business meeting, so removal is postponed til tonight.

The entire time she was crying and screaming "Mommy, why are you doing this to me? I looovvveee you". Made me feel like crap. Two years ago she had a huge splinter in her foot. We ended up taking her to one of the emergency Medi-Stops over a weekend (of course).They gave her a shot with a needle that was six inches long (I swear) and then usedthe biggest ass needle I have ever seen to "scoop" out the splinter. I thought I was going to pass out. Never again. Any tips for splinter removal, please let me know. I despise this part of motherhood because I feel so guilty for hurting her.

Here's a little story that makes you wonder "Why the hell did I get married?". Last night my husband used our upstairs bathroom. That is where the Boston Fern lives. Anyway, he came downstairs and told me leaves were falling all over. I asked him if he picked them up and his reply was "No, I figured more would fall". Now, it's a week before Aunt Flo and
the PMS is in full swing. I look at him and literally scream "Why take a shower, you'll just get dirty anyway?", "why brush your teeth, you'll just do it again in the AM", "why clean the house, you'll just shit it up again tomorrow", You get the picture. To me it was total disregard of me. I mean come on, bend over and pick up the leaves.How hard is that? I pick up your dirty socks and undies everyday, so how bad can leaves be compared to that? After my tirade, he asked if my period due. Men can be assholes sometimes, really.

I want a Hungry Husband shirt from Crochetville/Cafe Press. I'll wait til after
our trip (only in two weeks, ugh). They should have a Messy House one too. We
have dinner on here, but the house is always topsy-turvy.

I'll leave you with this. Blogger at my lasy post and I decided to do all posting on Notepad and transfer it. Unfortunately it's extra work cause I have to do the links and such. But Ihate when I have to redo my posts (like this one)



Sheila said...

My mom used to take a pin or sharp needle and after putting it in alcohol, would gently pick at each individual layer of skin. Then she would take her thumbs and squeeze the area from the bottom up to kind of force the splinter to poke out of the top enough to grab it with tweezers. You have to remind her too that if it gets infected, it will only hurt worse. Good luck! PS A promise of ice cream or some kind of treat after you're done is also a big help!

ThreeOliveMartini said...

my dad used to get his pocket knife out and say he was gonna do surgery.. i think that might traumatize her..

here is what SP said (he is a medic) look to see if you can tell how it went in... if you have a needle that is hollow the put it over the exposed part and gently pull downward.. it will come right out.. if you dont have a hollow needle and can see where it went in invest in a good pair of needle nosed tweezers push gently from the bottom to help the end stick out and pull with the tweezers..and he said the trick was DONT LET HER WATCH!!

The Shrone said...

We must have the same spouse, but a little different. Pooky *seldom* changes the roll of toilet paper and it drives me nuts sometimes, particularly today with my hormones raging and I feel like crying over spilled milk. In my non-shrone voice I asked him if he experiences pain when having to change the roll? He knew I was joking and said, yes it does hurt. But he was kind and put on a new roll. I'll do my best to overlook he put it with the paper coming from underneath instead of over the top and be grateful he did change it.

Jennifa said...

LOL, Deneen, you're awesome...just because as often as I would LOVE to yell that, I haven't.

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