I can't write about what I want to because I've had a really bad day so far and this is a scary thing to write about. So now I'm not in my zone and I'm going to babble instead. Lucky you.
Minty Nails
Blonde vs Brunette
I've been told that my hair is blonde, and I've been told that it's brown. I've also been told that it's "dirty blonde". But I don't like the way that sounds. Anyways, this is what my hair looks like in the sun. Decide for yourself.
Gray, Depressing Sky
The sky looks like an ashtray, even though the glass-is-half-full voice that dwells within is begging me to retract that statement or at least change my description to mysterious silver, which is what I believe I referred to a few days ago on Facebook.
Last night me and my mom went to the beach and when we were on the pier, a seal swam up to it and stared up at us :) He had whiskers.
Wendy's
It's been too much of a struggle to actually make the food in our house, so we've opted for Wendy's the past two days. This can't be good.
Joel
"Ok, I'll just see if Naomi's pillow is comfortable..."
"It's so soft!"
"Oh yeah..... I like this. I like this a lot."
"Oh.... am I on camera?"
"This is kind of a bad time, Naomi...."
"Maybe if I pretend to be sleeping she'll go away."
"Seriously?"
I've narrowly escaped getting a needle shoved into my head. Twice.
As my mom tells it, when I was 10 days old, I guess I was acting weird so she took me to the hospital and they're all "yeah she has an ear infection". And my mom was like "Um but this is my 8th kid and I know what an ear infection is and she's not acting like she has an ear infection." So then they were all "Look lady, are you a doctor? What? What was that? NO? Then back off and let me do my job." Ok they didn't actually say that but they did insist that I indeed had an ear infection. So apparently I had to be hospitalized for 2 weeks with an IV. My mom still didn't believe anything was wrong with me but she "went along with it". This is how I got a bunch of scars on my arms: They couldn't find a vein. So they kept stabbing me with needles trying to find one, and I was screaming and freaking out (I still hate needles, btw) and my mom was screaming and freaking out, and together we were one hot mess. So they couldn't find a vein in my arm and they were like "We have to find one in her temple." UM, WHAT? My mom's reaction "What? She's going to have a needle in her head for two weeks?" Yes, that's right. And she almost "went along with it" again. And then a few hours later, we're in my "desolate, cold" hospital room and they're on their way to jam that IV into my head, and my mom said she thought "Take your kid and run like hell, dude." And she did! Whoop whoop! She took me to a different hospital and I HAD NO EAR INFECTION. Idiots.
The second time was when I was 10 months old, and I had a really bad cough, so my mom took me to a different hospital (because obviously she wasn't taking me back to the same place) and I was "diagnosed" with pneumonia. She didn't believe that, either. They tried to put another IV in my head, because I guess I just have veinless arms. My mom dragged me out again, and Child Protective Services came to our house because my mom was being "medically negligent". And my mom said "Uh, actually THEY'RE being medically negligent because they want to put a needle in my baby's head because they assume she has pneumonia." They didn't believe I had it either, and my mom took me back to the other place the next day. Yeah, it was just stupid bronchitis.
Light show, courtesy of God
I felt like I needed to pay someone for tickets or something.
So 'thar you have it. Also, me, Kate and Bobby created a game yesterday that began as me taking Kate's hat and running, and them chasing me. Then it morphed into bikes that were supposed to be horses and we were in the old west and now it's like one freaking dramatic movie with zombies and we're totally improvising our way through it. It's awesome.
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