You might recall a post I did last year where my boys got Letters From Santa.
Here we have a note to Rainbow man from Santa. Please note the X’s and O’s and the festive red and green writing.
And Blue Boy, again, a personal note from the jolly man, X’s and O’s added Plus a few HoHoHo’s added to ensure BB knows he is on the good list.
And the final damning piece of evidence is Stupermans letter. Please Pay Attention. No festive red and green pen, but plain black. No personalized note. Its obvious that Stuperman has been a very naughty boy and will be receiving only coal in his stocking three days hence.
Yea. LOL. Well it would have been funny had the oldest boy not noticed the difference and become convinced santa hated his brother so he wouldn’t like Santa either!
This year we decided to do away with the tradition of writing to Santa. And I DO mean tradition, Me and my siblings wrote to Santa every year too! We decided it would be easier to get rid of the Santa letters than to deal with the questions afterwards.
I wish I knew earlier in the season that there is a website, letters from Santa, where you can personalize the letter to your child and have sent - from Santa! Maybe next year. Cus honestly? I could have a lot of fun “personalizing” those letters! ( No more peeing the bed or else mister!!) (Don’t hit your brother) (Stop picking the dogs nose!!)
A long, long, long time ago, when I was in grade four, I had gone on a school day trip somewhere. I cannot remember where, but on that trip I had gotten my little brother a very tiny glow in the dark dinosaur. And then I promptly forgot I had bought it.
Just before bedtime, in a panic I remembered about the dinosaur and it seemed like the most important thing in the world that he have it before going to bed. It was downstairs in my room and I was upstairs, so I ran fast fast splat to the bottom of the stairs.
The floor was concrete and the steps were wooden. There was a telepost at the bottom of the stairs - a metal support pole thingy. I hit my head on the telepost *insert so thats what happened joke here* and hurt both of my wrists at some point on the way down the stairs. I suspect it was the splat part.
Sigh. I just spent an hour looking for the picture taken of me after the fall and cannot find it. You will have to use your imagination.
So what does me falling down a set of stairs ages and ages ago have to do with my “ow” last night? Well it’s simple. I cannot follow directions. At all. If you tell me to do something, it’s like a mental block forms and all I hear is static.
I was told to do a billion and one different strengthening exercises for my wrists. But they were hard to do so I simply did not do them. And not doing them had consequences. I have zero strength in my wrists, I cannot lift a small pot full of water without using two hands. And even then, by the time I get from the sink to the stove - about a foot and a half away, or two steps, my arms are shaking from the effort.
And then there is the joint pain.
Last night I was doing the dishes and Rainbow Man asked me what was wrong with my arm. I had it cradled against my chest and was doing things one handed, and yet I hadn’t even realized it was hurting. This wold have been the opportune time for me to have taken some pain meds and wrapped my wrist, but instead I finished the dishes.
You see, when it starts, it’s just a dull achy feeling.
After the dishes, I played bubble shooter with my opposite hand until the children went to bed and then we watched a movie - Live free; Die Hard - excellent, by the way.
About five minutes into the movie, my elbow started to hurt. I really should have wrapped my arm and taken the pills at this point, but I figured if I just rubbed it, the Ow would go away.
It always starts at the wrist joint, and then the bone in my forearm will start to ache. When I actually use my brain, I have taken pills and wrapped it before my elbow starts to ache, but last night it went right to the shoulder before my brain kicked into gear. Half way through the movie I took the pills, but it was too late.
When it gets this bad, I do not have the strength to wiggle my fingers of rotate my wrist. Last night I wasn’t even able to hold my arm against my chest without supporting it with the other.
And so. No post. My bad.
have ow
cant type
will try again in the morning
grammar natzi’s should ignore no caps
using only one hand for typing sucks
And by geeks I mean anyone smarter than I am who also has the patience to teach the unteachable.
Google, who owns Blogger, has pissed me off for the last time. Apparently, from what I have heard, If you do not have a Blogger blog, you may now not leave me comments with links to your blog.
And, in case anyone is wondering, THAT FUCKING SUCKS.
I want Bluepaintred OFF Blogger.
I own, through NameCheap, the domain www.bluepaintred.com. It is up for renewal 27 January, 2008.
1. How do I move BPR and keep my old posts and hopefully my awesome comments.
2. How much will it cost, per month or per year.
- the cost factor is very important. My paypal account sits at zero and will until after December as all of that money is going to Christmas Presents and Bills.
3. I won’t get to keep my beautiful template will I?
4. I need a place for BPR to move to that allows, If I should ever decide int he future for me to do Paid posts, and or Ads.
- some of you may have noticed that if PayPerPost has an oppertunity high enough, I will do it here. That is my choice, hate it if you will.
5. I need someone to either show me how to make the switch or do it for me. I will also need that same person to allow me to blast their ears off with “But now how do I do this? And this? And This?”
And last of all?
Can someone tell me it’s all going to be OK?
PEE ESS: my e-mail is bluepaintred@gmail.com if you cannot comment, please send me an email if you have any answers to any questions!
If there is one thing that I learned today, it would be that I would much rather take 56 two year olds to a candy store and tell them NO, than to ever again ride in a vehicle with a dog who shows her car sickness from both ends.
Repeatedly.
Excuse me whilst I go scrub my hands with bleach. Again.
You Americans should be Thankful that I am sparing you pictures.
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In other news. I have started a Google reader for PayPerPost Blogs. If you have one and it is not on this list, or if your friends niece’s dog has one and it is not on the list,
please, feel free to spam my commetn section with a link. Each day I will read
or at least open each blog up so that you have an extra traffic count.
And Blue Boy, again, a personal note from the jolly man, X’s and O’s added Plus a few HoHoHo’s added to ensure BB knows he is on the good list.
And the final damning piece of evidence is Stupermans letter. Please Pay Attention. No festive red and green pen, but plain black. No personalized note. Its obvious that Stuperman has been a very naughty boy and will be receiving only coal in his stocking three days hence.
