If there is one thing that unites my mom and I throughout this whole ordeal--we hate the dog. My mom spends a portion of her day cursing out the dog, in both English and Spanish. She also says things like, "your house would be so much cleaner if you didn't have this monstrous beast." Today, the dog got into the Halloween candy. I was outside with the kids when it happened, but I could here my mom yelling, "ay, perra disgraciada." She came outside, "your stupid dog ate the candy. Ay, I hate that dog. I just want to drop her off on the freeway." This upsets the kids, until the she eats something out of their hands and then they scream and cry. Then they get it.
She was just barking like she does when she wants to come in at night, banging on the window with her claws. "Ay, I am an old lady, and your stupid husband won't get up to let her in. Shut up dog"
After letting her in, she sat down and said, "so when are you going to walk?"
Now we are watching some novela on univision, and I don't think I have standing to ask for a channel change.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Saturday, October 27, 2012
when you turn 70, you get to go to a pumpkin patch and eat a hotdog
So my mom turned 70 yesterday. We were going to have a surprise party for her. She and my dad were going to spend the weekend at the beach and when they came home we were going to have her sisters and friends at the house. But then I tore my acl and she spent her birthday mucking out our chicken coop and taking Annabelle to ballet. And of course, we argue a lot, because that is what we do and, quite frankly, it sucks.
But today, today, we went to a pumpkin patch, and then we went where she wanted to go for lunch, which was to get a hotdog.
Now, the kids are in bed and we are eating popcorn and watching bluebloods on the dvr. Annabelle and I decided we are going to do something birthday-ish every day, because it was so much fun.
But today, today, we went to a pumpkin patch, and then we went where she wanted to go for lunch, which was to get a hotdog.
One day, we'll both look at the camera at the same time, but today is not that day....
hot doggin' it
look who just discovered delaware punch. I never got the cup back.
Monday, October 22, 2012
to bryan cushing, with love
My thoughts on your upcoming ACL surgery--
While the initial ACL tear does not hurt that much and you get rehab and can walk pretty normally, post op is a bitch. It is a raving screaming lunatic bitch.
1. Take your meds--don't think, oh, I am Bryan Cushing, I'm a tough guy,I've had two babies, I can do this with tylenol. You will scream like a little girl, take your meds. And then eat some apples. And lettuce and drink some metamucil, and water because taking your meds causes another problem. Which, you can wait out--you could think, hey, no biggie, I am a tough guy, when it happens, it will happen and I don't want to poop on the couch, because you won't be able to get up in time because...
1a. accept that you are an invalid. You will, I am sure, be pampered, and won't have to wait until 10:00 for your morning pee, but you still can't do much for yourself. So maybe a fanny pack? To put your pain meds in and the remote and your glasses.
2. Spring for the ice machine. I mean, I am sure for you, it will be no biggie, but bags of ice are heavy and that weight will hurt your knee, so buy for the 200.00 machine. And ice feels like heaven angels rejoicing on fluttery wings on your knee.
3. If your mom is coming to take care of you, make sure she doesn't have a bad back and can lift up your leg. I am not sure what shape she is in, hopefully pretty good, but try to make it easy on her, even when she drops your legs or twists it.
4. Invite H over to cook your meals. But not to bath your whiny kids, because he has less patience for that, and his insensitivity and fatigue may cause him to be short, which will cause them to cry harder.
Get well soon and try not to bitch too much. There are people depending on you, for pete's sake and they can't see you cry like a baby, because that is stressful and makes them have nightmares that you are going to hurt yourself again and wish that you had "never played that game."
While the initial ACL tear does not hurt that much and you get rehab and can walk pretty normally, post op is a bitch. It is a raving screaming lunatic bitch.
1. Take your meds--don't think, oh, I am Bryan Cushing, I'm a tough guy,
1a. accept that you are an invalid. You will, I am sure, be pampered, and won't have to wait until 10:00 for your morning pee, but you still can't do much for yourself. So maybe a fanny pack? To put your pain meds in and the remote and your glasses.
2. Spring for the ice machine. I mean, I am sure for you, it will be no biggie, but bags of ice are heavy and that weight will hurt your knee, so buy for the 200.00 machine. And ice feels like heaven angels rejoicing on fluttery wings on your knee.
3. If your mom is coming to take care of you, make sure she doesn't have a bad back and can lift up your leg. I am not sure what shape she is in, hopefully pretty good, but try to make it easy on her, even when she drops your legs or twists it.
4. Invite H over to cook your meals. But not to bath your whiny kids, because he has less patience for that, and his insensitivity and fatigue may cause him to be short, which will cause them to cry harder.
Get well soon and try not to bitch too much. There are people depending on you, for pete's sake and they can't see you cry like a baby, because that is stressful and makes them have nightmares that you are going to hurt yourself again and wish that you had "never played that game."
Sunday, October 21, 2012
you know the old lady who sits in the corner of the nursing home?
Not the one who stays sullenly in her room, biding her time until she can the shower head on her "wardens", but the one who sits in the corner, filthy, waiting for them to notice her and give her a bath? That's me, right now. I can't move my leg, I can't go to the bathroom by myself, and there are all these kids and old ladies and demanding asians in this house and their needs get met first. So I didn't get to go to the bathroom this morning until 9 and when I mentioned a shower my mom told me maybe tomorrow. She also refused to scratch my head because "by now there are people living in it."
But that's ok. This is just temporary for me. She is the one who is turning 70 in a few short days. It's just around the corner for her.
Not that she would sit in any corner and wait for anything.
But that's ok. This is just temporary for me. She is the one who is turning 70 in a few short days. It's just around the corner for her.
Not that she would sit in any corner and wait for anything.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
my mom's day in castroville vs. my mom's day in houston
All typos in this post represent my current meidcated state and are not due to my usual carelessness
In castroville:
My mom wakes up at about 9, when I call her. Usually my dad is just bringing her her coffee and paper. They read the paper together for about an hour and then they get ready for the day. My mom takes about an hour and a half to shower, put on her makeup and poop twice. She cannot go anywhere until she does this (poop) and she will not go anywhere, not even out to work in the garden without full hair and makeup. Because she lives in a small town and grew up in a small town, and you never know who you might see.
At about 11, they go--either yard work or to San Antonio to work out at the Lackland airforce base gym. If they "go into town," then they generally eat lunch there, usually at Pete's taco house, but sometimes at Jims. They stop off at the HEB on Potranco road (or po-trrranco, as my mother says, because all words are Spanish in origin and must be pronounced correctly). Thdy get some things for supper, and usually a little rosemary cheese and olives or some other--i can't think of the word right now but it is that meat stuff that is on the appetizer menu at fancy places. charcuterie? who cares.
They come home and my dad fixes dinner, then they water plants and enjoy their neighbors. If they don't go to town, they spend the entire day in the yard, woodshop or sewing, and have a late lunch and snacks for dinner.
Then they watch their shows, which include, but are not limited to : NCIS, the new version of the closer, Grey's Anatomy, that show with tom selleck in it, modern family, and any sporting event involving the spurs or the cowboys or ut, tam, or tech football. Btw- they get mad and the cowboys, and my dad calls them bumbling boobs.
Then they play on the computer and finish their sudukos and go to bed.
In Houston:
She get up at 6, gets ready, gets annabelle ready, takes her to school, comes home takes tallulah to school, gets her coffee at "starbach's" helps me go to the bathroom, steps on my foot and gets yelled at, cleans tallulah's room, deals with the dog, gets me ready for physical therapy by helping me put on underwear and pants, looking for my, err, feminine products (which she calls kotexes), gets me in and out of the car, takes my to physical therapy, corrects my pronunciation of san felipe (street not saint) picks up the girls, deals with after school tantrums, cleans out the chicken coop and gives them food and water, makes dinner (roast chicken), brings me sodas, medicine, and toast, and now she is about to leave to pick up my vegetables from the food co-op.
It's 4:30 . Do you know where your mother is?
ANd if you think she does this with grace and charm and without complaining that she didn't sign up to take care of chickens and without saying "chingaleras!" every 5 mintues--well I have to say one thing to you....Welcome to my blog. Please consider becoming a follower.
In castroville:
My mom wakes up at about 9, when I call her. Usually my dad is just bringing her her coffee and paper. They read the paper together for about an hour and then they get ready for the day. My mom takes about an hour and a half to shower, put on her makeup and poop twice. She cannot go anywhere until she does this (poop) and she will not go anywhere, not even out to work in the garden without full hair and makeup. Because she lives in a small town and grew up in a small town, and you never know who you might see.
At about 11, they go--either yard work or to San Antonio to work out at the Lackland airforce base gym. If they "go into town," then they generally eat lunch there, usually at Pete's taco house, but sometimes at Jims. They stop off at the HEB on Potranco road (or po-trrranco, as my mother says, because all words are Spanish in origin and must be pronounced correctly). Thdy get some things for supper, and usually a little rosemary cheese and olives or some other--i can't think of the word right now but it is that meat stuff that is on the appetizer menu at fancy places. charcuterie? who cares.
They come home and my dad fixes dinner, then they water plants and enjoy their neighbors. If they don't go to town, they spend the entire day in the yard, woodshop or sewing, and have a late lunch and snacks for dinner.
Then they watch their shows, which include, but are not limited to : NCIS, the new version of the closer, Grey's Anatomy, that show with tom selleck in it, modern family, and any sporting event involving the spurs or the cowboys or ut, tam, or tech football. Btw- they get mad and the cowboys, and my dad calls them bumbling boobs.
Then they play on the computer and finish their sudukos and go to bed.
In Houston:
She get up at 6, gets ready, gets annabelle ready, takes her to school, comes home takes tallulah to school, gets her coffee at "starbach's" helps me go to the bathroom, steps on my foot and gets yelled at, cleans tallulah's room, deals with the dog, gets me ready for physical therapy by helping me put on underwear and pants, looking for my, err, feminine products (which she calls kotexes), gets me in and out of the car, takes my to physical therapy, corrects my pronunciation of san felipe (street not saint) picks up the girls, deals with after school tantrums, cleans out the chicken coop and gives them food and water, makes dinner (roast chicken), brings me sodas, medicine, and toast, and now she is about to leave to pick up my vegetables from the food co-op.
It's 4:30 . Do you know where your mother is?
ANd if you think she does this with grace and charm and without complaining that she didn't sign up to take care of chickens and without saying "chingaleras!" every 5 mintues--well I have to say one thing to you....Welcome to my blog. Please consider becoming a follower.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
it's fall ya'll
it is a lovely october day in texas which means--
but because it is texas, its 90 degrees out, so we can still run through the sprinkler...
quit taking my picture
but because it is texas, its 90 degrees out, so we can still run through the sprinkler...
quit taking my picture
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