Passing the Torch .....

 Hello Mom #2 here.

I am sooooooo proud of Baby Boy that I requested to blog this exciting news!

Yesterday the starter in our car decided to stop working in the middle of the day when the temperature was 103 degrees!  So after a few choice words I was able to start the car and at least make it home.  After spending more then $200 for the replacement part and a few more choice words, I decided that this would be a great learning experience for Baby Boy.


 So Baby Boy and I got up early this morning and I walked him through step by step on how to change the starter, and . . .

. . . HE DID IT!!!

 

I have spent the whole day with a smile and bragging to anyone that will listen to me that my Son changed his first starter.

Next, the brakes!


Until next time . . .

Dual Daddy Day

My sister, My Mom, Baby Boy, and I threw an incredible Father's Day luncheon for the fantastic Dad and Dad Equivalents in our lives.  We had lots of food, drinks, chit-chat, and don't forget cards and gifts.

Of course, the most important things we had was lots and lots of laughter and love.

Hug, call, or think of the wonderful Dads in your life today!



Until next time . . .

My Cups Runneth Over

First ceramic attempts.  

I wouldn't actually recommend anyone drink out of them, because, well, I can't afford the attorneys' fees or the medical bills.

I am proud of the funky colors I made by mixing waxes, rusts, and glazes. 

I think my actual construction may be getting better, but it's hard to know until pieces actually come out of the kiln.

Turns out, just because you're a lover of the arts, does not necessarily mean that you actually have artistic talent, LOL.  

Luckily, I'm having a WHOLE LOT of FUN!

Until next time . . .

Click, Click, Click, Click . . . Nothing

For the past few weeks I've been having a "clicking" feeling and sound in my right thumb when I bend it.  It sort of sounded like it was popping in and out of socket every time I had to write, wash dishes, unlock a door, etc.  It didn't really hurt, but was noticeable and uncomfortable, so I let it ride.

Flash forward to a couple of weeks ago.  I woke up with a lot of pain and unable to bend my thumb at all.  It is literally stuck in a straight motion.  Even though I didn't injure it, I thought it was broken.  I called my regular doctor, who I really hate - he's always as ineffective as he can be - but he's cheap and we are part of the uninsured who have to pay cash for doctor's visits.  His nurse told me to go to the emergency room (!) to get an x-ray and call them back if it wasn't broken.  OK!

The emergency room doctor said my thumb isn't broken, but that I have De Quervain's Tenosynovitis, otherwise known as "trigger finger." I hate calling it that since I'm very anti-gun (but that's a whole different kind of post).  Hmmm . . . . maybe I have "Windex trigger finger," I do use a lot of  Windex. 

Anywho . . . basically it's a repetitive motion injury.  The ER doctor gave me a cortisone shot, some anti-inflammatory pills, some pain pills, and wrapped me in a splint while telling me to stop using my right hand for a couple of weeks. 

Flash-Flash-Forward to last week.  My injection has worn off, I'm out of all my medication, my hand is still hurting like Hades, so I have to go back to Dr. Good-for-Nothing and let him tell me to stop using my hand some more.  Which is exactly what he did.  He prescribed me another round of anti-inflammatory pills and told me to wrap my hand back up and continue to stop using it.

*SIGH*  I'm right handed.  I'm a student.  I'm a Mom.  I'm a wife.  It's very difficult to stop using my right hand.  I have homework to do.  I have ceramics projects to complete (photos forthcoming . . . I'm simply dreadful, LOL).   

So all that back story was basically to garner sympathy.  My hand hurts. A LOT!  I need to get things done and I can't hardly use my hand.  I spent over two hours yesterday messing around with some voice recognition software on my computer, and I can't figure out how to get it to work . . . so I'm pluck-typing.  It is not fun.  I normally type over 100 words per minute.  In one of my former lives, I used to be a word-for-word transcriber for the deaf and hard-of-hearing . . . Pluck-typing is not cutting it.  At all. 

OK, sorry, pity party over.  I think I'm going to be all right. 

The weather is lovely here, even though it's already hovering around 95 - 100 degrees.  But it's not over 100 yet, which, in Central Texas, is a good thing. Small victories, people.

Have a great weekend, Everyone!

Until next time . . .