Are they implying that I am old and moldy?

I do not think this is funny, nor am I amused!




Plus, the special senior citizen offer wasn't that great of a deal. Sunset magazine thinks I am old AND DUMB.



The END...





PS Today starts my birthday month.

Tonsil update and Gifts...

Today, Elasta Girl is doing VERY, very well. Yesterday, and those other days before yesterday, she was worse than crummy. In fact, she said on Friday that she wanted her golf ball tonsils back because having them out hurt too much. Pitiful, I tell you.

I believe she is doing so well because my cute Dad came down (with my equally cute Mom) last night and gave her a blessing. He blessed her that she would get better quickly and be able to eat and drink and take her medicine easily. Some may not think this is a big deal, but if you had been around Elasta Girl the past 3 days you would know that drinking, eating and especially taking her medicine was not an easy task for anyone. I have been (up in the night) worried about her getting dehydrated so bad that she had to have an IV because she wouldn't drink. Today she was a whole different sicky. Today, she didn't cry and refuse to take the pain medicine. And she actually ate and drank, a lot. So much that I asked her: who she was and what had she done with my daughter? Thank you Dad (and Mom) for driving past your house on the way home from Heed and Patty's to give EG a blessing. It worked!

By the way, that picture up there ^ is not upside down. I was standing above EG (behind the couch) while she was watching The Karate Kid with Meghan and Roo today. I just liked it, so there it is.

And now for the GIFTS...

I have the greatest friends. So does Elasta Girl.

First, my parents drove down on Thursday to pick up Roo from pre-school (about the same time we were finished with Tonsil surgery and driving home ourselves-oh well) and brought EG a super cool craft book (wrapped with ribbon and everything) that I fully intend on using for Activity days.

Thursday night my friend Natalie ( she hardly EVER blogs) came over and brought Elasta Girl a hand made get well card, some Popsicles, and a word search book.

Then Friday I called my friend Jessie (you can't look at her blog because she has a strict "no weirdo's" policy) to see if Roo could play with her daughter. She said yes, and that Roo could stay as long as I wanted her too. She also picked up Roo to play, and brought her home! And while she was watching Roo and her girl play, she drew this charactature ( I can't even say it right, let alone spell it right) of Elasta Girl. We're totally getting it framed for her room.

That night Elast Girl's best friend Bailey and her mom came by and brought her Jell-o, stuffed animals for her and Roo, Popsicles and made plans for Bailey to come and hang out on Saturday. While they were visiting, Jimi (she barely blogs) and her boys brought her and Roo super cool Lifesaver Popsicles. Saturday, Bailey came to "play" with EG and brought her a TV tray and another stuffed animal. We love that kid.

Sunday (that's today) Meghan came down to visit and delivered flowers for the girls, from Aunt Kennon and Aunt Chris all the way from Indiana.

For Elasta Girl... Doesn't she look better?

For Roo... She doesn't know what it means to "hold still" so this is what you get, cute but spazzy.

A few hours after Meghan arrived, Mr Smith's Mom, Heidi, came down. She came bearing gifts for everyone. She brought 3 books (all wrapped, with ribbon) for Elasta Girl. A book for Roo (wrapped with ribbon) a whole mess of DVDs ( about 30) for us to borrow, and a dish of Key lime bars. She and Meghan stayed for a very glamorous lunch of Bean with Bacon soup and grilled Tuna and cheese sandwiches. Which Elasta Girl ATE, and ATE and ATE. Yippee.

So, after that long, long, LONG post I say Elasta Girl is feeling better today and I think our friends are the best around.

THE END...

By the way, let me explain my last post title "The Puny Party" . My mom has said for years, if someone was sick, that they had the "punies" so after her surgery, Elasta Girl said she had the punies. I said that was what my tonsil post should be called. It made her smile, but only for a second. So there you have it. Puny = sick

The Puny Party...

Tonsils - check

Adenoids - check

Elasta Girls surgery was a success. She is doing as well as you can after getting such monsters taken out.

Before surgery:

Comfort from the TOTO.

And after the surgery:

The surgery only too about 30 minutes from the time they wheeled her away to the Dr coming to tell me how it went. I was getting a bit worried after the Dr came and left and then 15, 30, 45 minutes went by. Apparently Elasta Girl was having a hard time waking up and then, calming down. The poor little crumb was in the recovery room without her mom and said she didn't want to bother anyone to ask for me to come.

Every one was so nice at the Surgical Center and Elasta Girl said the other patients were even nice. There was a man having surgery there too that talked to her and cheered her up. She said he made her laugh. She just kept saying how nice everyone was. On the table by her bed were come comments cards that said "oops" on one side and "Wow" on the other. She made me leave a "Wow" comment for them and the whole way home said she couldn't believe how much she liked it there.

From her bed she could see the stickers they gave the kids after surgery, she saw some Dora the Explorer stickers (Roo's FAVORITE TV show) and said: "oh Roo would love those" So we asked the nurses if we could take one home for her. The nurses were so amazed that after how rotten she felt she was thinking about her sister. They gave us 4 stickers. She is the sweetest child I have (wink wink) and am lucky to be her mom. She even said "thank you" every time I gave her an ice chip or a bite of Popsicle!

She is doing pretty good now we have her pain meds. One thing I am finding is she is HUNGARY! She asked last night if she would gain some weight after her tonsils were out. I'm thinking, yes.

Wanna see her tonsils? If you don't, then don't look down.

The End...

We're off...

Just a quick post to say we're on our way to remove the tonsils and adenoids.

Elasta Girl and I have to be at the Surgical Center in Provo at 7 am. The weather is suppose to be awful so we are leaving a bit early. (about 6:15 early)

I've been up since 4:30 this morning, which is silly because I am not the one having surgery.

We'll let you all know how it goes and I'm sure I'll post pictures of E in her cute hospital gown.

Elasta Girl is still not at all nervous. She came home yesterday from school (bouncing off the walls) and said "I wish it was tomorrow!"

That's all, have a nice day.

And another thing...

Only 3 days left until the "bigger than golf ball" tonsils come out.

Elasta Girl has been actively counting down since about 2 weeks ago, and it is finally very very close. She isn't nervous yet but I'm sure she'll be soon.

3 days. Yippee.

I have a shoe problem...

I already thought this, but now it is official. Because Shan has confirmed it on her very blog on this very day.

I was cleaning out my closet the other day and decided to line up all my shoes in a row.

Lets make that, THREE rows. This picture is after I'd bagged up all the old and moldy ones I didn't feel I needed anymore.

See those blue shoes ^ right up there? I haven't worn them since before Elasta Girl was born. They are from France, and are blue swede, how can I possibly get rid of those?

Remember these lovelies? The ones that started all the bum toe nonsense?

well, these are their trashy younger sisters. They're new and I can't really walk in them for very long (no big deal) but they're hot pink and fabulous and I love them. Besides, floozies need love too.

I have a shoe problem. I even told Mr Smith (months ago) that all I wanted for my birthday (next month) were shoe shelves built in our closet. He grumbled and whined and said stuff like "can't we just buy some". I said stuff like "no, I want them a certain way and besides, I've already looked".

Then Shans friend's husband built some for his wife just because she wanted some. This world is not fair I tell you. Not fair at all.

I have a shoe problem. But I am not an addict.

The end.

This week's happenings......in pictures

When you're sick and going to the Doctor, what do you wear? Elasta Girl gets decked out in her most fashionable attire.


And red shoes.

I took her to the doctor for the 4Th time in 5 weeks on Monday. She had a nasty strange cough and someone at church had me paranoid about pneumonia. The Dr didn't think it was pneumonia, but he couldn't tell because Elasta Girl couldn't take a big enough breath for him to check her lungs. Good thing those tonsils are coming out on Thursday.

Hi there.



St Patrick's Day 2009

Elasta Girls sneakiest leprechaun looks. Her red nose is a cold sore gone north.

Roo's sneakiest leprechaun looks

Mr. Smith's birthday extravaganza.

Cute cute Elasta Girl while Dad opened presents.

Crazy Roo while Dad opened presents.

Mr Smith with one of his presents. A mini green house to go on the back patio. Roo thought she could fit inside.

My parents and the girls while the green house was constructed.

How do you get rid of the RED EYE...

Like this...

I don't know what Elasta Girl thought was so stinky. But it was the last picture I took so I thought I should put it on.

Pee-you

The End