Can YOU Spot The CN Tower?

My eight-year old son and I were researching information on a project on Canada yesterday.  He wanted to include some landmarks in his project, so we did a google search for CN Tower (at one time the CN tower was the tallest building...)  Take a look at WHICH picture of the CN Tower was the top hit (needless to say, we did NOT include it in his project)

It was my eleven-year old son who suggested I put this on the blog.

All I can say is it's a good thing there's an arrow or I never would have seen the CN Tower

The Breast Day Ever!

What can you say about a day that begins with a mammogram at 6:20 a.m.? Imagine getting up at 5 a.m., still dark outside and the rest of your family sleeping peacefully in their beds, only to drive down to the medical building for the privilege of having your golden bozos manhandled and squished flat. You'd think everything after that would be a bed of roses.

However, I happened to mention to the technician (who was WAY too perky for 6:20 a.m.) that I had been having some...uh...dry skin on my...uh...center of my breast (okay, NIPPLES!) Okay, they itch like crazy! I wouldn't be too concerned about it except for the fact that I read a book where the main character dies a horrible death from Inflammatory Breast Cancer which manifests itself not in lumps but in RED, SOMETIMES ITCHY, BREASTS!

The technician suggested I check in with my doctor just to be safe. Now my favorite primary care physician left our practice and I have not yet seen my new doctor as of yet (what a nice introduction..."Hi, nice to meet you, check out my itchy nipples!") I opted to try my midwife who has done my yearly pap since the birth of my children. Sadly, she was not available and the nurse thought is best to see someone with an MD after their name. So I schlepped up to the doctor's office only to present my problem to an MD (who was, of course, a total stranger..."Hi, nice to meet you, check out my itchy nipples!)

She peeked and poked and prodded and then decided to SCRAPE OFF A SAMPLE TO VIEW UNDER A MICROSCOPE!!! If I thought having my boob squished was an unpleasant experience, it was nothing compared to having some utensil scrape dry skin off my nipple!

She thought it was strange that I would have such a condition in such an area. Typically, she said, it was something they saw in nursing mothers (ha ha!) She mentioned that I don't have it on any other part of my body, specifically in my "folds" (WTF??? I know I'm overweight but suddenly I have FOLDS?!?!?!) She prescribed antifungal cream or powder and a follow up with the dermatologist.

All in all, it was the breast day ever!

Ow

My husband and I are breaking down slowly (ok, not so slowly...) Yes, I have gained weight this past year (or two, or three) and yes I am getting older, but suddenly we're both like "Oh my knee/back/elbow." I could barely walk last week after spending 20 minutes on "Downhill Slalom" on the Wii Fit (maybe I should have stuck to hula hooping...but then I might have broken a HIP!)

I guess you go along feeling like your body will serve you well forever. Those parents and relatives and friends who complain about their aging aches and pains seem like whiners and complainers...hypochondriacs at the very least. Until those same little aches and pains start to creep up on you and suddenly you're the limping, moaning walking dead.

Suddenly it hits you. GROWING OLD REALLY SUCKS!

Mommy feels sick-y

Last week I had a headache. No big deal....I get them a lot. It didn't go away. For days on end I had this nagging, dopey, head is heavy feeling and no matter how much Sudafed I sucked down it wouldn't quit. So what did I do? I ignored it. And ignored it. And ignored it. In my defense I had a suck-f$%k week last week. I had a friend pass away very suddenly and tragically (that's a post for another day) and another friend's sister-in-law died of melanoma at 32. Two wakes and one funeral...oh and my daughter turned 12 and had 8 giggling, silly, texting, twirling, shrieking girls sleepover. So my drulling, miserable headache wasn't going to take precedence in my already loony life.

Week two. I am now sick to my stomach, unable to move my head up, down, left or right. I slouch around the house with a hot pad on my forehead and a cup of water in my hand. Off I drag myself to the doc....begging for mercy ..... and drugs. Luckily I waited the correct length of time to get the drugs....they are notorious for NOT giving out antibiotics unless you are close to death...which after they took one look at me....decided I was. I'm pretty sure I look like Skeletor.

The funny thing is...if my kid had a headache for 2 weeks I would be in Children's Hospital with the best neurologist in the world administering the CT scan HIMSELF. But noooooooooooooo, not me. I have to suck it up....tough it out....and continue on. Because a mother never, ever, ever stops. Not even for herself. Pffftttt. That's life. As Flossy says "Life is hard...wear a helmet." Or get some penicillin.

Cuppa Joe

There's a reason our country is in the toilet...and that reason is The Keurig Coffee Maker.



Think about this... This single serve, I-got-mine-go-screw-yourself coffee maker serves as an anolgy for all that is wrong with this country.



Worried about your retirement fund? Stop buying expensive k-cups and buy your coffee by the POUND like your grandfather did! Better yet, buy a whole sackload of whole beans on a donkey like Juan Valdez...



Worried about the environment? Stop throwing away bags of NON-RECYLEABLE k-cups and buy coffee in aluminum cans or plastic containers. Both can be recycled!



Your boyfriend won't commit to marriage? NO WONDER! Why should he tie himself to you when he can't even commit to an entire pot of coffee? Sorry babe, I'm just a cup-at-a-time kind of guy.

These Keurig machines should be rounded up and destroyed.

Bring them by my house, would you? I'm out of coffee...