Married Leos

I am NOT real happy with the butcher today!!!!!!

Today is The Queens birthday, help me in wishing her a Happy Birthday.

…surgery that is.   A few weeks ago I broke an old cap and the underlying tooth.  Did it eating potato chips of all things, thought I had a hard chip so I spit it in the garbage.  I started feeling something kind wierd to I looked in the mirror and saw I was missing a tooth, well the bottom was there that was under the cap, it was all black from the root canal.  So I looked in the garbage and sure enough there was a shattered cap mixed in with the chip I spit out.

So I went in to the dentist a couple days later and he said yep you are going to need to get that pulled, its too decayed and there is nothing he can do.  He gave me the name of an oral surgeon and I went home.

Next day I called for an appointment and of course as everyone knows, you can never get into a dentist on short notice, the earliest appointment was 2 weeks away.  Well since there is no pain I guess I can wait.

Well today I went in to see the surgeon.  When I had called they asked if I wanted to be knocked out when they did it.  I was like “yes I do”.  When I was younger I never even had Novocaine when they gave me fillings, thought it was ridiculous, I took the pain and it was never that bad.  BUT I have also had 14 teeth pull before, all when I was younger so they could make room in my mouth ( its small ) for my teeth to come in properly when they were putting on the braces.  And I ALWAYS had the gas to knock me out.

Just the thought real or imaginary of the dentist with his knee on my chest yanking out the tooth is just too much for me to handle.

So I went in, boy have things changed, they gave me a little gas and also the knock out juice in the IV.  This was way better than before when I would have that smell of the gas staying with me for days after getting teeth pulled.

Anyway they got the tooth out, took about 45 minutes, I came home took a 15 minute nap and I was up and all better.  Mouth is still numb still 5 hours after surgery.  Hope the pain is not too bad once this wears off.   I am sure it can’t be too bad….. I hope. LAter, gotta go change the blood gauze.

Of course I have to start out by saying I love my mother, right? I mean I know that when it is time for her life to end I know that I will miss her, or will I? Ever since I was a little girl I would fight with her, we butted heads all the time. I am the eldest child and while one sibling who is out of sight and mind, she was the main reason I didn’t get along with our mother. She was the favorite, that is until my brother came along (ha ha ha). But even then no matter what I did with my life it just wasn’t good enough for my mother, she always had to (and still does) bitch about everything. I have actually thought of writing a book about my sad life as a child, I even have a title for it but whether I do or not who knows. She was the type who never thought her kids needed to know that she loved them, not until recently will she write “I love you”, so far she has yet to say it and I’ll be 43 in a few days. I cannot imagine any mother not telling her kids she loves them. When I was younger I swore that I would always tell my kids how much I love them, and I kept true to my promise. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t tell my kids I love them. The twins go as far as blowing me kisses when I pass them in the family room while they are watching TV, “I love you” is said hundreds of times a day in my house.

Right now the King and I are raising my brothers’ two children, ages 3 (no they are not twins, their mother doesn’t know how to keep her legs closed, my niece just turned 3 today and my nephew will turn 4 in 8 days). I had told both my parents when we first took in these kids that they were going to have to help me when I needed it, they said “oh no problem”. Damn I should have known better! My mother not only has a favorite child (WHICH IS SO WRONG!) she also has a favorite grandchild, well first it was the bad seeds first born but since the bad seed no longer associates with the family my mothers’ favorite is my brothers’ first born (my nephew). No one can tell this kid a thing when my mother is around, and it drives me CRAZY! I was brought up by parents who were so strict, amoung lots of rules one was that we had to eat all the food that was on our plates or else, this is one thing that I too enforce in my home, but for some reason when Mother Dearest is around my nephew doesn’t have to follow my rules and therefore she throws the food away. I have seen her do it tons of times and each time I blow up at her. How dare she come into my home and change my rules! And just for one grandchild. All of my kids know that their grandmother favorites my nephew and it drives them crazy, my 5 year old twins always make comments about it and it just infuriates me that she continues to do this. I told her that I would no longer need her help because she only makes things worse. However this past Friday I needed help because I had to take my two older kids to the airport and I was not about to take my 5 year old twins and the 3 year olds with me to the airport, that shit was just not happening. My in-laws couldn’t help because they are having work done in their home, so my last resort was asking my mother to come over.

You would think that by now she has learned to keep her mouth shut when it comes to me and my house rules, the kids have been with us for almost two years. But nnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooo, her little comments just piss me off, so once again I had to go off on her and I ended up taking the girls up to my room to watch tv, of course the one thing that I got from my mother is slamming doors, lol so of course to show her just how pissed off I was I slammed the door as hard as I could. I know that my niece and nephew have gone through a lot in their young years but they are here with us now, so there is no reason for people to feel sorry for these kids, they are better off with the King and I than with their whore of a mother who the family sees leaving town without her kids. I will really be surprised if she continues to stick around, she is one that never should have had children (she has 6 and none of them are with her). So I pray that I never have to call my mother again to come over to help with the kids, the King would have to put his foot up my ass if I even suggest it. And for the record I know I will miss my mother once she is gone, even though she has put me through hell throughout my life a mother is still a mother no matter what kind of mother she is.

FINALLY, its done, well…mostly.  Have you noticed I have alot of projects that are 90% or more complete but not quite 100%?  I only have one small leg left that goes around the corner, hey I ran out of paver blocks.

Here are a couple pics with the bistro set The Queen HAD to have.

And another view.

I WILL NEVER AGAIN DO A PAVER STONE PROJECT!!