Monday, December 12, 2011

i can't shave my legs

Forget bothersome chin hairs for now. Ok? Done.

I can't shave my legs. It has a little to do with the fear of cutting myself trying to bend over the balloon that is currently my stomach.

J asked me if he was getting a baby sister for Christmas. Alas no! It is simply swelling due to recent surgery for another tumor, me: aka tumor farmer.

I am not really worried so much for Mr. B... His hands are pretty calloused so my lack of shaving should bring no harm to him, it's just that for nearly 30 years now I have shaved DAILY! I can't stand leg hair ...that much!!!

Any who, I have had amazing offers to bring in dinner, pick up kids, grocery shop, etc! And truth!, I am doing great. I am in less pain recovering than I was from the growth....I just can't shave my legs....safely. And I am a little shy to ask for help. ...the part of fear of being cut. I cut myself plenty on my own....I think I would be way to anxious to trust someone else with a razor and my legs.

So....I am christening the next two weeks...don't shave December. Want to join me?


Not shaving for two weeks isn't the worst part. I can't do other much more fun and important things. Google told me ;)

The doctor on the other hand, bless his 90 years of practice, said I would be back to work the next day. Good thing, being a mother I work at home. However I would have no problem telling him to his face that he's a LIAR. Can't blame him....being a MAN...and having no ovary tumor surgery of his own experience.

I am not generally mean, but seriously. What a mothers does in a days work doesn't WORK when recovering from surgery.

I am giving myself a few days....sort of.

Well, off to pick up S and C. J is a stage hand for his school play these days, so that's another trip out later, and G-did I say 17....well, he drives all on his own now. Yippee!!!?

At the very least with my snuggly soft socks on I can't tell...really...that I haven't shaved my legs. It could be worse...it could be summer!

Sunday, December 11, 2011

toothday


1 G minus 4 wiSdoM teEth!

tooth day take 2...or 4

two children....four wisdom teeth (each)...not so wise to have back to back surgery. 
one week apart...one weak mother trying to heal them! 

lucky for me
i have really great kids.

wisdom teeth
take two

or four...teeth! 
our little chipmunk 8;

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Merry Christmas Family Party



Rudolph the red nosed reindeer!
i see the resemblance!

S was a great sport!
Santa had him dancing the reindeer jig!




it's definitely going to be a Merry Christmas! ♥

me and mr. b

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?