10 Things You Should Never Say to a Woman

This is in response to Josh's blog post today.

If you haven't read Josh's blog, please go HERE to check it out. Hilarious, yet scary because it is true. It talks about the ten things you should never say to a guy. It is from an article on MSN...so after reading through that list, I found the list for the women as well. Go HERE to read it. So, here is my take on a few statements on their list...

"Relax." Nothing gets a woman's blood boiling like being told to relax. If we could relax, we would. Being told to "relax" or "calm down" doesn't help anything. At all. Our emotions may flow like water from a tap, but they are not as easily turned off.

"Should you be eating that?" Okay...so I swore my diet was starting today. Okay, so I told you that I wasn't going to eat the brownies, cake, ice cream, pizza, etc... But I am. You caught me. I am already feeling bad enough about myself. DON'T MAKE IT WORSE. It will only get me upset...then you will have to tell me to "Relax!"

Here is my addition to the list:

"You never told me that." We most certainly did. Our general response is that you NEVER listen. You should simply admit defeat and just say you are sorry and that you forgot and how in the world can you make it up to us. Because if you blame me--when I KNOW we had a discussion regarding whatever you have forgotten already-- then I will get upset, then you will have to tell me to "Relax!"

"What are you making for dinner?" If there are pots out and I am obviously cooking something, that questions isn't that bad. If I am lying on the couch trying to recover from a long day with a two-year-old and there is no sign of dinner, your better question is, "What would you like me to make for dinner?" or "Where would you like take-out from?"

"Do you really need another ______?" Fill in the blank with whatever you think your woman has too much of...shoes, make-up, clothes, pedicures, manicures, hair appointments... The answer is always, YES! Even if the boots I just bought look almost identical to the two other pairs of black boots in the closet already, there is obviously something different about them. You are just too much of a guy to understand the subtle differences. We feel we "need" these things. We feel we "deserve" these things. And, unless we are so broke that we will be evicted from our house, we will have these things.

"Nothing." By nothing, I don't mean the word "nothing". I mean you saying nothing at all. Not opening your mouth to speak. I know, you probably think as a guy that you can't get in trouble for saying the wrong thing if you don't say anything at all, but trust me. No response is a bad response.

Okay...that is all I have for now. Don't forget, ladies...go check out the other list of things we should never say to a guy!

Just Some Pictures....

How do you follow up after such a poetic, deep post ?

(See previous post)

Not easy...so I will just post a couple really cute pictures of my adorable little monkey. Cade has been a HANDFUL (to put it mildly) the last couple of days. I know, most of you are thinking that Cade can do no wrong. And mostly he is cute enough to get away with a lot of things. But, he can't get away with everything--I won't let him. So as tough as it has been the last couple of days, I still find him charming most of the time.

Here are pictures of Cade helping his Daddy wash his car. He was terrified of the hose, so was hiding behind my car in the garage when I came out with the camera. He relaxed a little when the hose was turned off. After Jim filled up the buckets with soap and water, Cade would stick his hand in the bucket, pull it out covered in suds and say, "Yuck". It was funny.







Then, here is my future star rockin' out on the pots and pans! Enjoy!

A Deep Thought

Ahhhhh.....

If only the sober people found the same things funny that the drinking people found funny. Then your designated driver wouldn't be so bored.

I Wonder If It Is Hot Outside...

You will see that I have added the Weather Channel Gadget to my blog.

It is a little funny considering that you generally don't need a weather gadget or a weather man to tell you that it is hotter than Hades outside. I kid you not when I tell you that it was 108 degrees the other day when I left my Mom's house at 7:30 at night. That is crazy. It is only May and it was supposed to snow in Utah.

But today we got a little bit of rain and MUCH cooler weather. My car told me that it was 60 degrees at 8:05 when I left work tonight. That is a big difference. And a welcome difference. I can only hope the cooler weather hangs out for a little bit. Yeah, right. I live in Arizona and it will be back up to record breaking temperatures soon, I am sure!

Yes, Josh. I know how much cooler WI is.

And It Continues

And by "It" I mean Cade's illness.

He has some sort of virus. Vomiting and diarrhea. Just really not pleasant at all. Poor kid is absolutely miserable. He hasn't really eaten anything of substance in days. He is down two pounds (which doesn't seem like much unless you only weigh 30 pounds) and I getting concerned about his hydration status. I am pushing the fluids as much as I can for a kid who wants nothing. I finally took him to the doctor today because the diaper rash resulting from his diarrhea is so painful for him. It breaks my heart. And the doctor said it could last up to ten days. UGHH!!!!!! Poor baby!





Two days ago, Cade decided he wanted some cookies for breakfast--it was basically the only thing he ate all day, so I was glad to give them to him. But, he decided he needed to eat them in one of his toy baskets. I was on the phone and when I came into the living room this is how I found Cade. It was too funny...

The Best Comment Ever

Ha ha ha. This is the best statement ever.

When Mom read the link from the previous post she read the comments and this is what it said,

"I'd rather serve wings in orange short shorts than work retail [pharmacy]. "

Hooters, here I come!

I Was At Work Today...

And like usual, I wasn't really working all that hard.

My intern, Karen, showed me this blog post that she had read. It is hilarious. Please, please, please go here to read it. And for all of you who are NOT in retail pharmacy, here is the truth behind what goes on. And even though I didn't write this, I totally have the same story to tell. The fact that the blog title is, "Your Pharmacist May Hate You" just cracks me up.

Enjoy!

It Wasn't My Kid...this time...

I got an email from my cousin Jan around Mother's Day. It said:

Once upon a time there was a three year old little girl who found this little wrench and after being put to bed one night decided it was a good idea to put it on her ring finger and slide it on as far as it would go. After so doing (it is assumed) she fell asleep and awakened her mother at 3 am asking her to remove the wrench. By this point the finger was quite swollen and although both mother and father tried valiantly, using all their ingenuity, for an hour to remove it, it would not come. So at 4 am, the mother of the little girl took her to the emergency room to have it removed. After many strange looks and 4 nurses helping it was successfully removed and all is well with the 3 year old little girl.




I thought it was a funny story. And then I found out it was about my cousin's little girl. Kaitlyn managed to get a little wrench stuck on her finger. It is funny to me since it didn't happen to me, but I am sure I will have plenty of stories like this to tell. Just have to give Cade time....

Just a Funny Story

Mom reminded me of this last night. It made me laugh so I thought I would blog about it.

When we went to NY, I knew it would probably be chilly--especially to us since it was almost 100 degrees here already. I packed pants for Cade, but they were pants for next winter. They were the next size up since I knew he wouldn't need pants for AZ anymore. Well, it was chilly in NY and he had to wear the pants. Needless to say, they were a little big. The kept slipping down his waist.

Cade and Jim were out back at my grandma's house. Jim was playing croquet with my nephews. Cade was throwing a croquet ball around and chasing it. Mom and I were inside watching through the picture window. We noticed that every time Cade picked up the ball, his pants fell a little further down. Finally they fell so far down that Cade could barely walk. With the problem-solving mind of an almost 2 year old, Cade decided that he should just take the pants off. They were slowing him down. As he was pushing them down (Mom and I were inside cracking up) Jim finally notice what Cade was doing and ran to him. While Jim ran, he had to hold his pants with one hand to keep them up. It was so funny.

I realized shortly thereafter that if I folded the waistband of Cade's pants over they were snug enough to keep from falling off. I guess that is the problem with wearing next year's clothes this year!

Happy Mother's Day

Well, it is 1:30am on Mother's Day.

Way past my bedtime. I am not up by choice...I am up by Cade's choice. Tonight he doesn't need sleep. He needs MAMA! Or at least that is what he keeps screaming at the top of his lungs. After an hour of rocking him in his room, I finally gave in. We are now watching Elmo. And since I turned my computer on he will now insist upon watching the Potter Puppet Pals on Josh's blog.

I wanted this, right?

Happy Mother's Day!

We're Not Related

Cade needed his haircut weeks ago, but with our trip to NY it didn't get done. So, when we got back, that was one of the first things we did. It was cut short. It looks adorable! Cade's new haircut made me think of my newphews when they were younger. Can't tell that they are related at all? Can you?

I Am Not a Hypochondriac

Well, maybe I am a little.

I mainly tend to take a small illness and think I have something very serious. Like I think I have typhoid, scurvy, or meningitis--and I really have a simple cold.

Last Tuesday Cade was sick. He had a fever for a few days and was totally irritable. So, I took him to the doctor since we were leaving Wednesday for New York. The doctor checked his ears and listened to his lungs and declared him healthy. Said he probably just had a cold. We left the doctors office and Cade screamed for the next 6 hours. Screamed. Loudly. It was sad and frustrating.

Wednesday he wasn't much better and we had a full day of traveling. He screamed on the plane. We quickly became the family that the rest of the passengers complain about when they get off the plane. It was embarrassing. I was so glad by the time we got to NY. Meanwhile Jim complained about some bumps on his hands. I blew him off saying it was probably from the gym. I had Cade to worry about.

Thursday Cade seemed a little better, but the time change and new faces made him a little cranky. He screamed through most of the viewing. That was tough. We left early. I noticed that I had bumps on the back of my hands. Didn't hurt...just itched a little...I told Jim to keep his bumps to himself and not give them to me and didn't think of them again.

Finally on Friday Cade was happy. He was my sweet boy again. Sure he had a fit here or there, but was consolable...distractable. He was so good during the long funeral service. I was so relieved. That night my mouth started hurting. I thought I had eaten too many salt and vinegar potato chips.

By Sunday when we left NY, my mouth was covered in little red sores. Not pleasant, I know. Isn't for me, either. I remembered my friend Jaime telling me about when her little boys had Hand Foot Mouth Disease. I looked it up on-line and quickly the puzzle pieces fell into place.

Hand, foot, and mouth disease (HFMD) is a common illness of infants and children. It is characterized by fever, sores in the mouth, and a rash with blisters. HFMD begins with a mild fever, poor appetite, malaise ("feeling sick"), and frequently a sore throat. One or 2 days after the fever begins, painful sores develop in the mouth. They begin as small red spots that blister and then often become ulcers. They are usually located on the tongue, gums, and inside of the cheeks. The skin rash develops over 1 to 2 days with flat or raised red spots, some with blisters.

I am pretty sure that Cade had HFMD. He was so miserable and didn't eat anything much for like 4 days. He had a fever and was irritable. His worst day was Tuesday...On Wednesday, Jim had the bumps on his hands...by Thursday I had the bumps and then the mouth sores on Friday. Classic presentation.

So, although I do have a tendency to over exaggerate my illnesses, this one is for real. And I even had a doctor confirm it. Okay...the term "doctor" is an exaggeration as well. I had the PA at my doctor's office confirm it. Of course, she kept calling it Fifth's Disease--which is a completely different virus and presentation. And she called it that AFTER she looked up HFMD. Oh dear. This is the same PA who gave me a prescription for "Miracle Mouthwash" to help with the pain of the ulcers but didn't put lidocaine to numb my mouth as one of the ingredients. Makes you wonder...

A Sweet, Sweet Spirit

You may have noticed that I un-linked (is that a word?) the slide show that had been on the previous post. This is the slide show that I put together (with a LOT of help from Jeremy) for my Grandmother's funeral. It was shown at the wake and at the funeral. Emotionally it was hard to put together...looking at pictures made me both happy as I re-lived past memories and sad that no new memories will be made with my Grandma.

Going to New York was sad. My Grandma is gone. The first time that Cade or Jim were really able to spend some time in my Grandma's house and home town and she wasn't there. The house was full of people--all relatives, but yet was missing something. My Grandma.

There were still toys at my Grandma's house. Toys that my brothers, cousins, and I all played with when we were younger...much younger. Now our kids were playing with them. The red tractor out in the garage. The Fisher Price pony that Cade rode round and round the living room. The Sesame Street Little People. It was a rush of memories. All happy.

It was like a family reunion in NY. All of us gathering to celebrate my Grandma's life...and mourn our loss...and take comfort in each other and in her peace. We played cards. We ate. We cried. We even laughed. We said good bye to my Grandma. And we shared the love she shared with us with each other.

Here are the links to Jeremy's blog, Josh's blog, Jenae's blog, and Jenn's blog. They all have their piece to say on Grandma's passing. And from another friend, I have this to share...

There's a sweet, sweet spirit in this place,

And I know that it's the spirit of the Lord;

Sweet Holy Spirit, Sweet Heavenly Dove,

Stay right here with us

Filling us with Your love,

And for these blessings we lift our hearts in praise,

Without a doubt we'll know that we have been revived

When we shall leave this place.