Goopey Eye...
About 3 months ago Jackson came home with what doctors call an orbital eye infection. The eyeball itself is unaffected, but the socket or "orbit" of the eye is infected, and this is not a great thing to have. It's not contagious, but it's not good.
I picked Jack up from school yesterday to find that he had a swollen and bruised eye again. I think it's another orbit infection...Ken thinks Jack took a header and it's just swollen. We've decided to keep him home from school until we can get to the bottom of this. If the swelling doesn't go down I'll know it's another infection...
I wonder what causes this. I've looked it up on WebMD.com , but I get no result. I call this "goopey eye". I had something similar as a child, and antibiotics get rid of this, but my question is where and how does it start? We change sheets regularly, keep his clothes clean and make sure he washes his hands often, but still I'm perplexed.
Anything that happens to this child is a result of his surroundings, and we know this, but "goopey eye" or no, school will have to wait a little longer.
Prepare for the bouncing off of the walls again...Good times.
Goopey Eye...
About 3 months ago Jackosn came home with what doctors call an orbital eye infection. The eyeball itself is unaffected, but the socket or "orbit" of the eye is infected, and this is not a great thing to have. It's not contagious, but it's not good.
I picked Jack up from school yesterday to find that he had a swollen and bruised eye again. I think it's another orbit infection...Ken thinks Jack took a header and it's just swollen. We've decided to keep him home from school until we can get to the bottom of this. If the swelling doesn't go down I'll know it's another infection...
I wonder what causes this. I've looked it up on WebMD.com , but I get no result. I call this "goopey eye". I had something similar as a child, and antibiotics get rid of this, but my question is where and how does it start? We change sheets regularly, keep his clothes clean and make sure he washes his hands often, but still I'm perplexed.
Anything that happens to this child is a result of his surroundings, and we know this, but "goopey eye" or no, school will have to wait a little longer.
Prepare for the bouncing off of the walls again...Good times.
And the Hits Just Keep On Comin'....
Here's where we started the weekend: Friday meant a busted timing belt in Ken's truck, Saturday meant very little money for the weekend, Sunday meant a major migraine that lasted all day long, and now Monday meant that I was up at 5:00am for End of Month Inventory at work and Ken stayed home with the bout of stomach flu that hit Jack and I last week, and Jackson came home from school with a black eye, and no one could tell me how it happened.
I am SOOOOO tired of taking from Peter to pay Paul, of being broke, of shuffling things around just to get by...when is enough going to be enough???
I know that I should be grateful for the things that we DO have, but I'm just disgusted. My husband works his ass off to make rent and bills, and I do what I can at my work to cover everything else, but the money is really dropping lately, so now we're struggling. I know it will get better, but for God's sake...when????
Enough with the ranting. We have our health, a roof over our heads, all of the necessary basics needed in order to live. I'm grateful, really I am...Now if only I could just find that happy place.
Tomorrow is another day....
"Shut up!"
I don't remeber being a two-year old, but I remember being told of my antics. The terrible two's as we delightfully refer to this time in a toddlers life, is upon us here in the Head household.
Darling Jackson, my golden child, the fruit of my loins, my reason for being...God Bless him. He's not too bad for a terrible two-er, but sometimes I know his brain has fallen out of his head through his ear. I'd hate to step on it and not be able to get it back into his little melon, but sometimes I'm tempted.
Being in Nursery school has helped ease some of these little tamtrums, and the exposure to other little terrible two-ers is great, but the things he learns sometimes and brings home amaze me. He bangs on walls when he doesn't get his way, shouting "NO!" at the top of his little lungs...he get's upset when he doesn't get his way, (hey I'm 38 and I get upset when I don't get my way, so who can blame him?) but to have to deal with this is a study in patience, which I know, but when the shit hits the fan and he's pissed and being his little alpha-male self, it's amusing.
I'm bringing Jackson out of our bedroom the other day, and as he's punching another wall and ranting his usual set of "no's" upon me, all of the sudden I hear it..."shut up!" I thought my brain had exploded in my head for a second because I temporarily went blind, deaf and dumb for about oh, 30 seconds or so. So this is where we've ended up...."shut up."
Ken and I use shut up as a joke term mostly, as in ,"no, shut up, really?" or as in "shut the heck up...are you kidding me?" but we don't tell one another to shut up, and we definetly don't tell our son to shut up! "Be quiet" is the term we use when we're looking for silence, but to hear "shut up" come out of our son's mouth...man, I tell you it's lucky Ken wasn't around to hear this or Jack would have been rendered a mute permanently...tongue gone and all!
People, toddlers are a test of our patience. I know this is repetative, but true. My son still lives to see more days, I got over the whole "shut up" thing without any violence ensuing, and our son treads carefully now during tantrums....
"Shut up" indeed....
KRAMER!!!!!!!!!
It appears that our lovable Cosmo Kramer has put his big foot into his even bigger mouth. Michael Richards is an amazing talent, but stand-up doesn't seem to be the poor guy's forte'.
Okay, we've all seen the video of Michael going off on a group of Afro-Americans at a comedy club in LA, using an extreme amount of badly chosen exploitives, but to go off and bring in famed Ambulance chaser Gloria Allred??? These are two awfully desperate guys, and pretty damn broke too if you ask me.
Why is it that I spent a lifetime hiding the fact that I was Jewish in order to not be called a Kyke, of which I was called numerous times, but these men can be called "niggers" repetitively by a white man, when I'm sure they've been called worse by others, and now they feel they're entitled to finacial compensation as well as a face-to-face apology? Should I have sued every person that called me a kyke? Should every Black or Polish or Russian or Italian or Irish or German person sue for being called a nigger or a dumb pollack or a commie or a Wop Dago or a filthy Mick or a Nazi??? Come on people...bad words are just that, but to claim that they were defamed and demoralized is something altogether fucking stupid.
Was Michael Richards right doing what he did? No. Did he just bring back racism to the forefront of our society? Absolutely, but if anyone thought that racism had disappeared because they hadn't been called a bad name in a long time, man were they wrong! We have always been a racist society; biased, bigoted, mean and nasty. This is something that will NEVER change, but is the end to the means really a financial settlement? Give me a break.
The next time I get called a tight-assed Jew, I'm running for the nearest office of Larry H. Parker and filing a lawsuit, plain and simple. Fuck Gloria Allred, she's a chump who would probably only get me on CNN where I could cry about it. I'd rather have the money.
People Helping People...
I'm driving home from work tonight when my timing belt goes cablooey. This sucks of course because it's about 8:00 at night, it's dark, cold, and I'm a woman alone on the road in a residential area about 5 miles from home.
Before I state the positives of this situation I feel the need to rant a bit here. I'm sitting on the side of the road, I've called AAA, I'm waiting patiently, and the drivers that are coming in my direction are flashing their brights at me and some of them are even honking their horns at me for the imposition of having to edge over into the on-coming traffic lane. Oh yeah, this is truly something I planned, to mess up these poor drivers in their luxury cars and SUV'S...oh the inconvienience...
We are a society of people who claim to want to help others, but did one single car pull over to ask me if I needed help or to see if I was alright???? No. We've become a society of people who only care for ourselves, and when I say this I mean the "me, myself and I" theory of ourselves. Where is the chivalry, the generosity of others, the kindness of strangers? How am I supposed to raise a child to be a caring, decent young man if no one is willing to show THEIR kindness in return for even the simplest of things? What happened to us, and when did we stop being a great nation of people who care for one another? I was sorely disappointed to see that I could have been near-dead or raped and left for dead, and no one would have stopped to help. How sad is that? As it is, I only had a busted timing belt...pathetic, huh?
On a better note; I didn't panic, I pulled out my AAA card and my cell phone, and upon seeing Mr. Tow Truck Driver I was extremely gracious and appreciative of this man being there to help. I try not to take things like this for granted. I just wish that others could be this way as well...
