Home Alone.

I just waved the family off to a day in the snow. (recently discovered it's about an hour away to tubing) I'm staying at home. Why? Two reasons

1. I'm sick. It's sinus based and there's no way I'm going up in elevation.

2. I need the solitude.

So I am going to go enjoy it.

Busy

I get to turn in 3 timecards for today. Kindergarten assistant, Handwork teacher, Aftercare teacher. Having that many jobs is a wonderful thing. Being able to help a colleague who has had surgery is also a good thing.

Big bonus? The kids were well behaved at aftercare today. Normally when I do that, my kids are nightmares. But they played well and not that many kids were there (helps that the faculty meeting was canceled. All the teachers took their kids and went home!)

A laugh

While driving with the children this afternoon we were discussing the topic of competence (in particular what constitutes competence in the workplace and the pay you receive because of it).  And the following conversation occurred.

Ike: So how much does Auntie allanh make?
Me: No clue. But not enough. He's extremely competent but underpaid.
Gwen (backseat): He makes enough to get all the cheese he wants!

This made me laugh because of the randomness. Further inquiry showed that she meant Unka Randy...who is, in fact, the cheese fiend.

School starts tomorrow! Yes!

Oh! I got a response on that resume I sent yesterday. It was just an acknowledgement, but that's a first for this school.
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Funny Moments

Joe's talking to me in our bedroom.

Elli comes in brandishing a leek at Joe.

"Go put that leek away!"

Joe says an aside to me: "That is a leek right?"

Me: "Ha! She took a leek!"

Joe: "I'm appalled to the core of my being that I knew that was a leek."
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Roses Ice Cream


this week we traveled to the 42nd Ave neighborhood in the NE section of Portland to visit Roses Ice Cream. It's an old fashioned dinner that also serves burgers, fries, and normal greasy spoon food. Joe is currently en-route to San Jose, so he loses out.

Good thing to note about this neighborhood. lots of families out walking with their kids.

Gray: mint chip. Four spoons

Gwen: rainbow sherbet. Five spoons.

Ike: mint chip. Three spoons

Elli: black walnut (takes after her grandma...my mom loves that stuff) Five spoons.

Jen: Chocolate peanut butter Two spoons.

Overall, standard American ice cream. Nothing out of the ordinary. We got sundaes this week, the hot fudge and caramel sauce came out of number 10 cans and are overly sweet with no discernable flavor beyond sugar. Needless to say, the kids loved it...And I feel like my teeth are rotting out of my head. Bleh. too sweet. Closer to Fenton's than Cloud City, but the I've cream is better there than here.

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We have a goal

I had an idea.  We now live in a town we know nothing about. We need to explore while dragging four kids with us, and we need a way to keep them happy. I think I figured it out.

Ice cream.

We'll explore Portland by seeking out the best ice cream shop in town. So tonight's entry? Cloud City Ice Cream

Rating system 0-5 spoons with 5 being the best ice cream you've ever had...and 0 is stuff headed for the compost pile

Joe: sea salted cookie dough. Think Ben & Jerry's, but with sea salt. Four spoons.

Jen: Nutella. starts with chocolate, ends with smooth hazelnut goodness. Four and a half spoons.

Ike: organic mint in a gluten free waffle cone. Clean mint flavor. Four spoons.

Elli: Circus Friends. vanilla ice cream with sprinkles and Mother's frosted animal crackers. Four spoons.

Gwen: Bourbon vanilla. Two spoons.

Gray: Organic Mint. Five spoons.

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Notice!

I've been off LJ since my last post nearly two weeks ago...if there was something important/something I should see....send me a link in the comments!
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Our animals are dropping like flies.

At one point last year we had 16 pets in this house. (14 mice, 1 cat, 1 dog). The mice fairly quickly reduced in number and we held steady at 2 for awhile. Then we got down to 1. And that, I admit was nice. We had one of everything. About two weeks Magic Cat (who's paper name, I kid you not was Hoot Owl on a Magic Carpet) didn't seem to be herself. She wasn't climbing onto the bed to sleep with me at night. She was vomiting frequently (even water), and then quit eating. We watched her closely over the Memorial Day weekend and she seemed to get a bit better, as in she was able to keep fluids down, but still wasn't her normal lovey self. I took her into the vet on Tuesday, and we ran some blood work. Turns out she was in kidney failure and yes there was (expensive) treatment, but there was no guarantee it would work. Then we noticed that even though she was keeping fluids down, she lost control of her bodily functions, and really couldn't walk. So last Thursday we said good bye to Magic. The children did very well and there were tears all around. Best kitty ever.

Yesterday, while I was sitting at the table with Gwen working on sight word memorization, Elli comes over to us and puts Cookie (our last surviving mouse) on the table and says "He's dead." Since he was curled up in a ball and not moving, I conceded that her statement was correct....and a hasty funeral was put together quite quickly.

Charlie the dog is the last animal standing. Good dog!

I've put a moratorium on further animal acquisition until we figure out:
  A. If we are moving
  B. Where we are moving if we are, in fact, moving.

I have to admit. This is somewhat difficult for me. I want another cat. And I'm thinking a full size hamster or rat this time around in the rodent department. We have two cages, so we shall see.
Sucks to be you

Contrary to the icon...

It really doesn't.

I thought since it's been a month since my Essure installation, I'd give an update.

The prep classes all stressed that the installation itself is relatively painless. Which is was.  The aftermath?

Jesus Christ on a Pogo Stick! Fuck me!

The cramps were awful. I was aware of my Fallopian tubes...its not normal. Let me tell you something. Fallopian tubes are NOT something you want to be aware of, it sucks. I was on Vicodin every 4 hours for the first 48 hours...then I switched to 800 mg advil....another 24 hours and I switched to 600mg and stayed there for a few days. Each day the cramping and pain got better. But I started every morning waking up super early with cramps and needing a pain killer for it for 2 weeks after the procedure. The rest of the day was fine...but those early morning cramps? Awful.

Oh. And did I mention that my period started 4 days post procedure??? Which they didn't warn me about because it showed up super early and was caused by those lovely hormones that played havoc on my guts? I've never been a bad menstrual cramp person. I'd have twinges now and then, but never really needed anything for it. This time? Oh yea! The cramping continued to my back. Never had that outside of labor before. Ut.

After two weeks, no more pain. I'm still aware of my Fallopian tubes on occasion, like when I'm suffering from lower abdominal distress and Montezuma's got me good. Not pleasant, but not bad either.

For awhile there I thought I made a HUGE mistake and wondered how I was going to convince my OBGYN to rip those fuckers out. But after the daily pain subsided. It's fine. I'm interested in seeing how it affects my cycle. Might make it more regular...might change the flow (GYN warned me about that AFTER I emailed her asking what was up and why did I have my period again so soon???)

All in all, if by the end of three months I'm sterile? I'm happy.