Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
WTHW~ Doctors, Facebook beats Google and the Easter Bunny
Another addition of What the Hell Wednesday. Bought to you from Raleigh this week. Puddin Pop and I came down to take care of my brother and will be heading home tomorrow. If you're playing along or just want to read some funny stuff, head over to Elle and Stacy's Blue Monkey Butt and check out some other WTHW posts.
So. Darling brother had surgery on some herniated discs to relieve the pain and tingling in his arm and fingers. He was told his neck would be sore for weeks but the arm and finger pain would be relieved immediately. WRONG. His arm still aches, his fingers are still tingly, he has a massive headache and all of this over shadows the neck pain he is supposed to have. What the Hell? On top of that we can't get the doctor to call us back to explain. Not feeling the love at the moment.
What the Hell? It's St. Patrick's Day and I neglected to bring anything green for PP or I to wear. If you see us refrain from pinching due to our circumstance. ..or just pinch me as it is totally nor her fault. She had a bad mommy...at least in the planning and packing department. That's all I'm claiming at this moment.
I saw yesterday that Facebook took over the number one spot on Google from Google. What the Hell is up with that? I guess when you can post your questions to your friends rather than in a google search the answers are more believable? I've noticed people posing their questions and getting tons of responses. Usually someone "looks it up" and posts the link. The others just leave random comments, hence giving all the extra links to FB. It's more fun that way too. Just saying.
We went to see the Easter Bunny yesterday. Not something we usually do but we found ourselves at the mall...with the bunny...and no line. Just as we were coming up on the "area" a group of teenagers ran up to the bunny. What the Hell? They took at least 15 minutes to get their pics and didn't purchase anything. Should this be allowed? They did allow for personal pics to be taken, which I know some places do not. I think I now know why. We bought a key chain and a kick-butt unbreakable snow globe.
Slow week. Low drama. I actually slept until 8:15 this morning. What the Hell? Don't tell Hubster he'll think I'm on vacation.