Monday, May 31, 2010

Funny Bone Monday

Happy Memorial Day, and welcome to Funny Bone Monday! My hat off to our veterans. I hope you're all remembering them as you go about your day today, in the midst of your grilling and celebrations!

Today's topic, thanks to Daryl and her hunny, is cowboys. You all have him to thank for the first video. Enjoy!

Oh, and cowboy jokes? Lots of them out there. Tough to find family friendly ones. Beware.

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The Cowboy in the Theatre

The cowboy lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh Amarillo theatre. When the usher came by and noticed this he whispered to the cowboy, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat."

The cowboy groaned but didn't budge. The usher became more impatient. "Sir, if you don't get up from there, I'm going to have to call the manager. The cowboy just groaned.

The usher marched briskly back up the aisle. In a moment he returned with the manager. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the cowboy, but with no success. Finally, they summoned the police. The cop surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy, what's you're name?"

"Sam," the cowboy moaned. "Where ya from, Sam?" With pain in his voice Sam replied.... "The balcony."


The Cowboy Ventriloquist and the Rancher

A ventriloquist cowboy walked into town and saw a rancher sitting on his porch with his dog:

Cowboy: "Hey, cool dog. Mind if I speak to him?"

Rancher: "This dog don`t talk!"

Cowboy: "Hey dog, how`s it going?"

Dog: "Doin alright"

Rancher: (Extreme look of shock)

Cowboy: "Is this your owner? (pointing at rancher)"

Dog: "Yep."

Cowboy: "How`s he treat you?"

Rancher: (Look of disbelief)

Rancher: "Horses don`t talk!"

Cowboy: "Hey horse, how`s it goin?"

Horse: "Cool."

Rancher: (an even wilder look of shock)

Cowboy: "Is this your owner?" (pointing at rancher)

Horse: "Yep."

Cowboy: "How`s he treat you?"

Horse: "Pretty good, thanks for asking. He rides me regularly, brushes me down often, and keeps me in the barn to protect me from the elements."

Rancher: (total look of amazement)

Cowboy: "Mind if I talk to your SHEEP?"

Rancher: (stuttering, and hardly able to talk)...... "Th-Th-Them sheep ain`t nothin but liars!!!"

This fun cowboy humor was found here

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A Cowboy's Guide to Life

1. Don't squat with your spurs on.

2. Don't interfere with something that ain't bothering you none.

3. If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging.

4. Always drink upstream from the herd.

5. Telling a man to git and making him do it are two entirely different propositions.

6. When you give a personal lesson in meanness to a critter or to a person don't be surprised if they learn their lesson.

7. If you're riding ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it's still back there.

8. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it back in your pocket.

9. If you get to thinking you're a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else's dog around.

10. And never, ever, miss a good opportunity to shut up.


Cowboy Joe was telling his fellow cowboys back on the ranch about his first visit to a big-city church.

"When I got there, they had me park my old truck in the corral," Joe began.

"You mean the parking lot," interrupted Charlie, a worldly fellow.

"I walked up the trail to the door," Joe continued.

"The sidewalk to the door," Charlie corrected him.

"Inside the door, I was met by this dude," Joe went on.

"That would be the usher," Charlie explained.

"Well, the usher led me down the chute," Joe said.

"You mean the aisle," Charlie said.

"Then, he led me to a stall and told me to sit there," Joe continued.

"Pew," Charlie retorted.

"Yeah," recalled Joe. "That's what that pretty lady said when I sat down beside her."


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A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals had a habit of picking on strangers. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He went back into the bar and with a quick move of his hands, he flipped his guns into the air, caught them above his head without even looking and fired at the ceiling. "Which one of you sidewinders stole my hoss!?" he yelled. No one answered.

"Alright, I'm gonna have anotha beer, and if my hoss ain't back outside by the time I finish, I'm gonna do what I dun in Texas! And I don't like to have to do what I dun in Texas!"

Some of the locals shifted restlessly. He had another beer, walked outside, and his horse was back! As he swung up into the saddle and started to ride out of town, the bartender ran out of the saloon and asked, "Say partner, before you go... what happened in Texas?" The cowboy turned back and said, "I walked home."


Cowboy Computer Specialist

Windows: Whut to shut when its cold outside

Screen: Whut to shut when its black fly season

Byte: Whut dem dang flys do

Chip: Munchies fer the TV

Micro Chip: Whut's in the bottom of the munchie bag

Modem: Whatcha do to the hay fields

Dot Matrix: Ole Dan Matrix's wife

Lap Top: Whar the kitty sleeps

Keyboard: Whar you hang the dang truck keys

Software: Dem dang plastic forks and knifes

Mouse: What eats the grain in the barn

Mouse Pad: That's hippie talk fer where the mouse lives

Main Frame: Holds up the barn roof

Port: Fancy flatlander wine

Enter: Notherner talk fer "C'Mon in y'all"

Click: Whut you hear when you cock yer gun

Double Click: When you cock the double barrel

Reboot: Whut you have to do right before bedtime, when you have to go to the outhouse

WARNING: Language

Cowboy Frank was killed in a stampede and his face was pretty badly mutilated.

The morgue needed someone to identify the body, so they sent for his two best friends, Slim and Rusty. The three men had always done everything together.

Slim arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet, Slim said, His face is torn up pretty bad. You better roll him over.


The mortician rolled him over, and Slim said, Nope, that ain't Frank.

The mortician thought that was rather strange.

Then he brought Rusty in to identify the body. Rusty took a look at the body and said, Yup, he's pretty well torn up. Roll him over.


The mortician rolled him over and Rusty said, No, it ain't Frank.

The mortician asked, How can you tell?


Rusty said, Well, every body knows, Cowboy Frank had two ass holes.


What? He had two ass holes?!


Yup, every time we went to town, folks would say,
Here comes Frank with them two ass holes.


All of these are at the Cowboy Humor site!
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Here, the debut on Flea's World, of Daryl's Toon Man:




I know it's not cowboy, but it mocks one of my favorite country songs:



Until I write again ...

Flea

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Where Did That Come From?

Migraine. Ow.

I woke with a migraine yesterday. Or one wanting to start something with me. So I stumbled into the kitchen, took some Excedrin, made some coffee, went back to bed for ten minutes. Got up and went to a doctor's appointment.

I managed to keep the pain at arm's length most of the day. I squishy heart Excedrin for my pain. Every month.

Yesterday afternoon I made some more coffee. Nothing like a pot of java to combat head pain. When I emptied the contents of my French press into the sink (coffee and grounds) before rinsing, I noticed something odd. A black domed thing. I knew it wasn't part of the press. I've owned a press for about eight or nine years and have never seen anything like that. What the ... ?!?

It was the coffee scoop. Yes, friends, my head hurt so that after scooping in the coffee, I dropped the scoop into the press. I have NEVER, in decades of making coffee, done that.

So today the pain woke me again. I'm maintaining a bit of distance from it, nursing my first cup of coffee while I write. And I was very careful this morning to put the scoop back into the coffee cannister. *sigh*

Until I write again ...

Flea

Monday, May 24, 2010

Funny Bone Monday

Oh, it's that time again. Time for another Star Wars Funny Bone Monday. One can never have enough Star Wars humor. Especially since I was introduced to a new video which I just HAVE to share! Enjoy!

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Top 10 Reasons Anakin Skywalker Went to the Dark Side

1. Wanted cool voice like James Earl Jones'

2. Owed money to Jabba the Hutt, could refinance debt through the Empire

3. Wanted to use the Force to prop up Chrysler stock

4. Charmed by Emporer Palpatine's seductive after-shave

5. Misunderstood name, thought the "Dirk Side" was fan club for pretty-boy actor Dirk Benedict

6. Kicked in head by bantha

7. To impress the babes

8. To escape cruel taunting over dorky name

9. Sick and tired of mentor Obi-Wan Kenobi reciting lines from "Bridge over the River Kwai"

10. Generous Dark Lords of the Sith pension plan

Q&A

Q: When did Anakin's Jedi teachers know he was going bad?
A: In the Sith Grade.

Q: What do you call a Sith who won't fight?
A: A Sithy.

Q: How is Ducktape like the Force?
A: It has a Dark Side, a Light side and it binds the galaxy together.

Q: What's the differance between an ATAT and a stormtrooper?
A: One's an Imperial walker and the other is a walking Imperial.

Q: How many Sith does it take to screw in a hyperdrive?
A: Two, but I don't know how they got in it.

Q: What goes, "Ha, ha, ha, haaaa.... AGGGHHHH! Thump"?
A: An Imperial Officer laughing at Darth Vader.

Q: Why should you never tell jokes on the Falcon?
A: The ship might crack up.

Q: Which Star Wars character works at a restaurant?
A: Darth Waiter.

Q: Why do Doctors make the best Jedi?
A: Because a Jedi must have patience.

Q: What did the rancor say after he ate a Wookiee?
A: Chewie!

Squidoo has Star Wars Humor!
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More Squidoo Star Wars visual humor!
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Oh my. These are sad. If you're not a hard core fan, you may want to skip them.

Signs That You May Be a Complete Star Wars Addict:

  • You watch the entire trilogy at least once a month.
  • You don't need a TV and VCR to watch the movies.
  • You know at least 10 Star Wars website addresses by heart.
  • You know all the forms in which it's been released (theater, Pan &Scan video, Letterbox, Laserdisc, etc.) and know the differences between them.
  • You can recite *all* the dialogue from the entire trilogy.
  • You quote the trilogy at apropos moments.
  • You draw comparisons to Star Wars in casual conversation.
  • You shell out 10 bucks for a magazine that describes the planet Tatooine.
  • When your alarm clock goes off in the morning, your reply is, "Unexpected this is... and unfortunate!"
  • You know the names of all major cast members and what they're doing now.
  • You have a list of major bloopers and inside jokes in your head.
  • You would feed yourself to the rancor if it meant finding out the name of Anakin's wife.
  • You're always game to hear the latest rumor about the new films.
  • Even if you don't buy the spinoff material, you know it's out there, who wrote it, who published it, and you can probably give a synopsis of it.
  • You can pick more nits out of a spinoff novel than Lucas himself.
  • You hunt through ROTJ frame-by-frame searching for the shoe.
  • You have gone over ANH and ESB frame-by-frame, just in case someone put a shoe in there, too.
  • You think John Williams is the greatest composer ever lived.
  • You wonder why the SW theme never makes it into any of those "Classical Collections"...
  • You make lists like "101 Uses for An Ewok," OR "Signs You May Be a SW Addict!" (no comment)
  • Your internet handle or signature refers to Star Wars.
  • Your friends regularly quiz you on SW factoids.
  • Whenever you buy a new appliance, you always make sure and get that one that speaks Bocce.
  • You know more about the major characters' personalities than Lucasfilm does.
  • When something is just out of your reach, you close your eyes and try to "force" it into your hand.
  • When your professor hands you back a paper and says, "Commas are your weakness," you retort, "And your faith in your friends is yours!!"
  • You know all the words to that Ewok song.
  • Everytime someone tells you one of their deepest secrets you gloat and say, "You're far too trusting."
  • You insist on telling people the odds about everything!
  • People tell you to stop saying, "I have a bad feeling about this" so often.
  • You are counting the days until movie one of the prequels.
  • You can't pick up a flashlight without waving it around and humming.
  • You think the babblings of Yoda are relevant and useful to everyday life.
  • When you experience insomnia, you begin counting nerf.
  • You know what a nerf is.
  • When you put Star Wars in the VCR and push "play," it's like you're being transported to another world.
  • Someone mentions being abducted by little green men and you respond by pointing out that Yoda would never do such a thing!
  • You find yourself discussing characters from the books and movies as if they were actually old friends of yours.
  • You don't need subtitles when an alien speaks in one of the movies.
  • You have a pet named after one of the characters.
  • You have a child named after one of the characters or stars.
  • You truly believe you are strong in the Force.
  • Yoda and Ben appears to you in your dreams and you take their advice on a regular basis.
  • A SW *.wav file plays on your computer whenever you do a windows application.
  • You truly believe, after 13 years, that the new movies will be released any day now.
  • When you get in trouble and your parents decide to punish you, they know that the only way they'll get through to you is by taking away your privilege to watch Star Wars.
  • You dream about Star Wars, both at night and during the day.
  • When you read SW books, you can see it happening in your head.
  • You can't read a quote from one of the movies without acting like the person who actually said it!
  • James Earl Jones will ALWAYS be Darth Vader to you, no matter what other role he is in.
  • You are saving your money now. Because the special editions and prequels are coming out soon and you know that what you want to do will require a lot of money!! :)

  • I found them here, along with some other pithy SW stuff

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    Said video - I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!






    I wanna be a life time member. Can I just tell you how tempting it was to be all video today? This stuff is golden!

    And my friend, Angie, recommended this one:




    And of COURSE, there's Yoda ...



    Until I write again ...

    Flea

    Thursday, May 20, 2010

    Five of Me Meme

    Krista, over at Shades of Blonde, recently tagged me for a meme. It's been a very long time since I've done one. Mostly because my ADD brain starts new things all the time and forgets what I like. Gah. So thank you, Krista, for setting me back on track. For now. Heh. I'll be tagging five of you at the end. You've been warned!

    1. Where were you five years ago?

    Five years ago?!? Weren't you listening? I'm ADD! I can't remember that far back! Hold on. Let me ask someone who might know ...

    It's a good thing someone around here's been paying attention. Five years ago we were in the middle of a family conflict that never did get fully resolved. Well, we moved to Tulsa a year later, which totally worked for me, but it never was resolved.

    2. Where would you like to be in five years?

    Five years from now I'd like to be successfully running my art and craft business. I'll be happy to see my two oldest children in college, and my youngest closing in on high school graduation.


    3. What is on your to do list?

    Finish this freakin' coffee table. And sell it. Anyone feeling rich today?



    4. What are five snacks that you enjoy?

    Popcorn
    Fritos or Doritos
    Dark chocolate
    Pasta salad (this explains my hips)
    Ben'n'Jerry's Chubby Hubby (this also explains my hips)

    5. What are five things you would do if you were a billionaire?

    Give ten percent to my church
    Give ten percent to different mission organizations
    Pay taxes
    Hire a good, honest accountant
    Give ten percent to different family members

    So. I'm tagging my good buddy J the Grockle. She needs a good meme to keep her busy.

    I'm also tagging ZoZo. She needs this particular meme.

    Who else wants to play? I've suddenly lost interest. Go!

    Until I write again ...

    Flea

    Tuesday, May 18, 2010

    I'm a Good Mother, I Am

    I found this at Noe Noe's and thought it was the coolest little quiz. Y'all know I love a good quiz. Or meme. Speaking of meme's, someone tagged me for one recently. I think it was Krista at Shades of Blonde? I'll let y'all take this quiz while I figure out who tagged me and get back to ya.



    What type of Mother Hen Are You?
    by Montessorimom.com: Educational Resource


    Until I write again ...

    Flea

    Busy Days

    I'm sure my FaceCrack friends are tired of seeing my work, but this one isn't mine! I just had to show you all what my Hunny's been up to. He made a leather journal for Maybelline for her birthday yesterday. Well, he didn't make it yesterday. It took him all weekend. And it's pretty. Wanna see? Lookit!


    That's the beginning. Here's the middle stages.




    He folded, cut, stitched in and hand tore those pages. And the finished product?



    Isn't it gorgeous? Maybelline was so excited about it. She's having all her friends at school sign the first couple of pages of it.

    I'm a sneaky brat, since I'm going to show you what I've been working on the last couple of weeks. I just need to find a wealthy Okie who wants it. It's a coffee table.



    It's growing on me. The first week or so I wasn't feeling it, but the completed top (minus the urethane finish) is likable. I think.

    So. We've been busy here. You?

    Until I write again ...

    Flea

    Monday, May 17, 2010

    Seventeen Years? Really?!?

    Today is Maybelline's birthday! Not only is it her birthday, but it's her golden birthday. Today marks 17 years after I gave birth to my very first baby. She's not a baby anymore. Closing in on adulthood. Gack! Say it ain't so!

    Here's to my sweet Maybelline on her big day!


    Uh, Maybelline? No drinking.



    Until I write again ...

    Flea

    Funny Bone Monday

    Welcome to Funny Bone Monday, where the jokes are stale, but the laughter's fresh! Today's FBM is in honor of the families that were blessed with home makeovers this weekend, courtesy our church's Clean Slate ministry, and several hundred hard working volunteers. Settle in and enjoy some construction humor!

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    Two simple carpenters were working on a house. The one who was nailing down siding would reach into his nail pouch, pull out a nail and either toss it over his shoulder or nail it in.

    The other, figuring this was worth looking into, asked, “Why are you throwing those nails away?”

    The first explained, “If I pull a nail out of my pouch and it’s pointed toward me, I throw it away ’cause it’s defective. If it’s pointed toward the house, then I nail it in!”


    A carpenter was fixing the roof of a church, when he struck his thumb.“Dammit, I missed!” cries the carpenter.

    The minister corrects him, saying, “You shouldn’t say such a thing in the church.”

    The carpenter continues his work, and soon strikes his thumb again. “Dammit, I missed!” he yells.

    The minister again corrects the carpenter.The carpenter continues with his work without further comment.

    Again the carpenter strikes his thumb, and again he yells, “Dammit, I missed!”When the minister corrects him this time, the carpenter asks, “What’s going to happpen? A bolt of lightening going to strike me dead?”

    The minister says, “As a matter of fact, yes it will.”

    Suddenly a bolt of lightening comes through the roof, and strikes the minister dead. A large booming voice is heard saying, “Dammit, I missed!



    An engineer dies and reports to the pearly gates. St. Peter checks the list and says, “Sorry, looks like you’re in the wrong place.” So, the engineer reports to the gates of hell and is let in.

    Pretty soon, the engineer gets dissatisfied with the level of comfort in hell, and starts designing and building improvements. After awhile, they’ve got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and the engineer is a pretty popular guy.

    One day, God calls Satan up on the telephone and asks with a sneer, “So, how’s it going down there in hell?”

    Satan replies, “Hey, things are going great. We’ve got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and there’s no telling what this engineer is going to come up with next.”

    God replies, “What?!? You’ve got an engineer? That’s a mistake — he should never have been sent down there; send him back up here.”

    Satan says, “No way. I like having an engineer on the staff, and I’m keeping him.”

    God says, “Send him back up here or I’ll sue.”

    Satan laughs uproariously and answers, “Yeah, right! Just where are YOU going to get a lawyer?”



    A contractor dies in a fishing accident on his 40th birthday and finds himself greeted at the Pearly Gates by a brass band.

    Saint Peter runs over, shakes his hand and says, “Congratulations!”

    “Congratulations for what?” responds the contractor.

    “Congratulations for what?!?” says Saint Peter. “We are celebrating the fact that you lived to be 160 years old!”

    “There has been some horrible mistake,” says the contractor. “I only lived to be forty.”

    “That’s impossible,” says Saint Peter, “we just added up your time sheets!”

    These all came from Construction Jobs Blog
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    Someone Important

    A very large, old, building was being torn down in Chicago, to make room for a new skyscraper. Due to its proximity to other buildings, it could not be imploded and had to be dismantled floor by floor.

    While working on the 49th floor, two construction workers found a skeleton in a small closet behind the elevator shaft. They decided that they should call the police.

    When the police arrived, they directed them to the closet and showed them the skeleton fully clothed and standing upright. They said, "this could be Jimmy Hoffa or somebody really important.

    Two days went by and the construction workers couldn't stand it any more. They had to know who they had found. They called the police and said, "we are the two guys who found the skeleton in the closet and we want to know if it was Jimmy Hoffa or somebody important."

    The police said, "it's not Jimmy Hoffa, but it was somebody kind of important.

    "Well, who was it", they asked.

    "The 1962 National Hide-and-Seek Champion", the police said.

    This cute one was found here

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    Mitch is working at the site, pushing a plank through the buzz saw, when he accidentally shears off all ten of his fingers. He manages to drive himself to the nearest hospital's emergency room.

    The doctor takes one look at Mitch's bloody stumps and says, "Oh my gosh, reattachment surgery on so many lost digits has never been attempted before! But don't worry, I'm the best surgeon in the hospital, give me the fingers, and we'll get to work."

    Mitch says, "I haven't got the fingers."

    The doctor looks flabbergasted. "What do you mean, you haven't got the fingers? It's the 21st century! We've got microsurgery and all kinds of incredible techniques. I could have put them back on and made you like new. Why didn't you bring in the fingers??"

    Mitch says, "Well, Doc, I couldn't exactly pick the freaking things up!"



    A construction worker goes to the doctor and says, "Doc, I'm constipated."

    The doctor examines him for a minute and then says, "Lean over the table."

    The construction worker leans over the table, the doctor whacks him on the rear with a baseball bat, and then sends him into the bathroom.

    He comes out a few minutes later and says, "Doc, I feel great. What should I do?"

    The doctor says, "Stop wiping with cement bags."

    These little beauties were at Contractor City
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    Construction makes for such fun visual humor. This first one made me smile.





    Until I write again ...

    Flea

    Thursday, May 13, 2010

    We're Fine. Really.

    I wanted to move to Tulsa three and a half years ago. I've wanted to move here for 20 years. It's a quiet, cultured city, with four seasons and violent weather. Rolling hills and lots of trees. Tulsa is the perfect city.

    Y'know that violent weather part? Monday night the whole country was worried about our weather. Oklahoma had some tornadic activity, but we managed to handle it okay. Not everyone came through it unscathed, but Tulsa did. We really only got some heavy rain for a few minutes a little east of me. It was forecast on the weather and radio for what seemed like days. And that was that.

    So where were these alarmist weather people last night and this morning?

    Thunderstorms were rolling in last night. Beautiful creatures that lit up the night. Amazing sound and light shows. We went to bed happy.

    And woke at five AM to tornado sirens.

    Fortunately we all woke up. I heard the thundering hoards upstairs, so I started tossing stuff from our under-stair closet while the Hunny turned on the radio.

    Oh. By the way? My iPhone has a really cool flashlight app. Just so ya know.

    We practiced huddling together in the closet, while Red Rocks complained that the dogs weren't with us. The two sixty pound beasts who freak out in weather. We let him know that they were much safer hiding in the tub.

    According to the radio, the sirens were activated by the straight line winds from the thunderstorms, but there were no funnels or circular air happening. In fact, by the time I got the closet cleared, the storms had almost completely passed.

    The storms were producing 80 mile an hour winds. Hence the sirens. The Hunny and I lay in bed afterward grumbling about a siren for 80 MPH gusts. We've been through hurricanes. While that wind is nothing to laugh at, it's no tornado.

    That said, the entire Tulsa school district is closed today. Twenty four schools with power out. Some roof and property damage. This wasn't a joke. And my kids certainly weren't laughing when they discovered that they DID have school. Heh.

    I guess I got the last laugh. Because I'm going back to bed.

    Until I write again ...

    Flea

    Wednesday, May 12, 2010

    About the Time I Thought I Was Going Crazy ...

    So there's been the ongoing saga of Flea's thyroid and what to do. That, by the way, has been put on hold till mid-June, when the endocrinologist can see me. Woohoo. But the meds seem to be doing their job, so whatever.

    There's also the issue of Flea's other hormones, namely the progesterone. I've been on some funky compounded cream for more than two years. I put it on religiously, or I feel like I'm going crazy. I stopped using it for a whole month while my thyroid underwent some tests. Very poor decision on my part. That seems to be back to normal, too, now that I'm using the cream again.

    Add Flea's ADD issues, which aren't currently being addressed and for which I'm not medicated, and the whole ball of wax starts to melt a little.

    Which is what I thought was going on last week. A quickly melting ball of wax. Because I was spinning out of control, totally losing it, sluggish again. The only thing I could think it would be was the ADD. That's all that was left. Right?

    Wrong.

    I went to the Red Cross to give blood last week. Y'all know how much I love to give blood. And eat their cookies. And drink their coffee. The problem came to a head there.

    Let me back track sixteen years.

    I was pregnant with my second child (Oatmeal Head), and I thought I was going nuts. Couldn't string sentences together. Would forget entire thoughts mid-sentence. Unsafe driver. I really thought I was going insane. It was horrid. I had no idea what was wrong. Maybe I was dying? So I went to see my OB/GYN.

    My blood iron was low.

    Doc gave me some iron tablets. Within three days I was back to normal. It was remarkable what difference a little iron made. Can you believe it?

    This last couple of weeks the same thing has happened, but it had been so long since that occurrence that I didn't put the pieces together. I seriously thought I needed to talk with the doc about the ADD meds being incorporated back into my regimen.

    When I went to the Red Cross last week to give, my iron was too low and they sent me home. It was very disheartening.

    But! I picked up some iron pills (at the Hunny's insistence) and am going back today to try again. Wish me luck!

    Oh, and is this crazy? Has this ever happened to you? Please tell me I'm not the only one.

    Until I write again ...

    Flea

    Tuesday, May 11, 2010

    Oatmeal Head is Hurt ... Again

    WARNING! Some photos in today's post may be gory. Proceed with caution.

    Today here on Flea's World, we feature Oatmeal Head! The second spawn of the Good Flea! Last week Oatmeal Head had an adventure that I'd like to highlight today. We lovingly call it The Splitting of Oatmeal Head's Head. Yeah. I like the way that sounds.

    The boy's in track. Track season's over, so the team was playing Ultimate Frisbee. Boys running, watching the Frisbee instead of where they're going. Someone's bound to get hurt. See?



    And get stitches! Five of them! See?



    The doctor did a great job. Here's the head the next day. See?



    What a goober.

    We love urgent care. Again, cheaper than the ER, and we're in and out in under an hour. It rocks.

    So yesterday it was time to get the stitches out. We had a doctor's appointment scheduled, meeting a new doctor, so we let her take them out. Tiny little thing with a big baby in her belly. She did a fine job removing them. See?


    OH said it didn't hurt, but it was a little uncomfortable. See?



    He let me take one last photo of the healing scar. Because the Mamarazzi does what the Mamarazzi has to do. See?


    Silly boy.

    Until I write again ...

    Flea