Show Me Some Love

Found out yesterday that SuperHubby has to have a little ear surgery. We actually have known this for about a month, but we've been living in denial - yesterday it was confirmed that they will indeed be slicing and dicing SH's inner ear in about a month.

This will be SuperHubby's 23rd surgery. He only had 2 before we were married - so his track record with me isn't that great. I am currently trying to keep this information from him; if he makes the connection, he might make me go away. We've been married 15 years this May, and everyone knows how much I hate change.

So here's the thing: When does this get to be about me? I mean, honestly. He doesn't even have to do anything but show up. I have to drive him to the hospital, worry while he's in surgery, eat nasty hospital food, and get him home when he's done. Then I have to take care of him - fluffing his pillows, bringing him sippy cups of juice, cooking him gourmet meals. And I have to take care of the boys. And I have to have fabulous hair while accomplishing all these tasks. (okay, that's not difficult, I just didn't want anyone to forget that I have ab-fab hair).

When do I get some attention? I'm not asking for a lot, just a little love. Just a "Hi Lori, how are you? Wow, your hair looks great." PAUSE. Then ask about SH. I mean really, it's not brain surgery.

I've had 2 children and 1 weird thing removed from my leg. (The children were removed from a different part of my anatomy, in case anyone gets confused). That's all the surgery I've ever had. The leg thing was outpatient, and they only kept me a few days for each baby. My track record with being a patient isn't that fantastic. Maybe I lack the sympathy gene.

Maybe SH should trade me in after all.

I thought it was only fair to include a picture of the other 2 men in my life, Spanky and SuperHubby. This is from this past Christmas, before SH got his new glasses. Not a fantastic picture, but I couldn't seem to find any of Spanky where he wasn't in some state of undress, and I wanted the entire family represented.

Fun and Games

I love games. No one in my house will play with me anymore, so I'm very sad. SuperHubby isn't a game person, and Spanky is 12 - which explains A LOT, frankly. So I've decided to challenge my blog friends to a little game of Lori Trivia.

Did you know...

• When I was a child, I wanted to be a zoologist.
• I didn't learn to drive until I was 18.
• My brother is 100% responsible for breaking my wrist, chipping my tooth, and 1 unfortunate incident involving my eye and a staple remover.
• He was not, however, even in town when I was shot.
• I was on my middle school track team.
• In high school, I placed 2nd at a Latin Forum by dressing as Medusa, complete with fishing lures in my hair to resemble snakes.
• In college, I was almost arrested sneaking back into my dorm after a cotillion.
• At my bachelorette party, I sang "Georgia on My Mind" to a room full of drunk people.
• When I first got married, I wanted 4 kids.
• I can say all 50 states in alphabetical order in under 30 seconds.

All of this amazing trivia is true - except for 1 little item. Can you pick it out? Whoever figures it out gets a prize. (I don't know what, I haven't gotten that far. I really just want to see if anyone will try and guess.)

You can't play if you have ever had the same last name as me. I know it's unfair, but it's my game, and I get to make up the rules.

Whazzup?!

Glad you asked. I've been trying to post but apparently the phone company people have it out for me. I finally got my blogger issues fixed and then, with the massive high winds we had this weekend, BellSouth somehow managed to screw up my phone service. I have spent the last 3 days trying to get help from them, only to realize that it is finally time for me to come into this century and get a high-speed internet connection. And all the people rejoiced.

This past weekend, FrogBoy and I took a road trip to Greenville to see my best friend. The previous post is of the 2 of us at the zoo. I rented a car, because the Suppository doesn't make road trips, especially since we moved within 3 minutes of work/church and school for both boys. If the old girl makes it to my aunt's house (50+ minutes away), that's all I ask.

So I rented a car. Got the "weekend special, intermediate size." Got to the stupid store, and of course they don't have what I had reserved. But they were kind enough to offer to upgrade me - which I totally wasn't going for, being immediately suspicious that they just wanted to tack on extra charges. All said, I ended up going for the upgrade to a Grand Caravan (with stow-n-go seating) for 3 days and it was $85. I just wish I'd had something to stow.

We had a great weekend, although I had to sleep on a futon and my back is still aching. I'm not allowed to complain about that at work, because Shawn says I just need a good chiropractor. Of course, I'd have to be dead to allow someone to touch me, so that's out, but it's nice of him to remind me every day.

My friend and I took our kids to the zoo. Greenville Zoo is very small, and you can see everything in about an hour if you stop and gaze awhile. FrogBoy handles the zoo by running from one exhibit to the next - and that's for the stuff he likes. When it's snakes we skip it altogether. So it didn't take long. My friend and I weren't overly ambitious anyway - we took a 5 month old, a 2 year old with Downs and an 8 year old with autism. And no one was sedated.

Spanky didn't get to make the trip. As I previously posted, he was on restriction from an earlier, unremembered offense. I still can't remember exactly what he did. SuperHubby felt the best punishment was to take him Friday after school (about 1 hour after I left town) to Blockbuster and rent 4 guy movies for the weekend. Now that, my friends, is discipline.

Last night I watched Rocky Balboa. OUCH. This was a good movie, like Rocky was a good movie. Not a good fight movie, but a good way to end the run of Rocky movies. The Professor and I have been discussing this and we seem to agree that it was a far better way to stop doing Rocky than #5.

Meanwhile, I cried during most of Rocky Balboa. The first half I cried because - SPOILER ALERT - Adrian is dead. Now, Adrian always irritated me, frankly. But something about how hard Rocky was taking it really hit me. The guy was a basket case. Then I was ticked at his son, who was a real jerk the first half of the movie. All I could think was "Hey, your dad gave you a cool robot maid in Rocky 4 and this is how you treat him?!" But alas, in true Rocky fashion, things turned around for a happy ending with Dad and Rocky Jr. And I found out that apparently Rocky's real name is Robert. At least that's what they called the boy in the movie, and in Rocky 2, right before she told Rocky to "WIN" against Apollo, Adrian suggested naming the kid after "the father."

The last part of the movie, during the actual fight, I cried the cry that involves the painful, hurts down to your toes tears. I have no explanation for that except that I am a sucker for a Rocky movie.

So - status on my life: 1 trip to Greenville, 1 Rocky Balboa movie. That, my friends, is a pretty good weekend.

The most adorable person I know

And the kid isn't bad, either

Just a Quick Update

I have no excuse - I've just been lazy - but I'm actually at home alone with access to the computer! This seems to be a rare occurrence these days, what with Spanky's teachers assigning a gazillion projects that all require internet use. It bothers me - because what about the 2 kids in class that don't have a computer at home? How do the teachers think they feel when they have to handwrite their reports - and use BOOKS instead of the INTERNET for research? Sometimes teachers just aren't that smart.

Anyway, FrogBoy and I are going to Greenville this weekend to see my best friend and her family. SuperHubby is staying home with the Spankster, who is on restriction from an earlier offense, which I can't really remember anymore. Suffice it to say, it was enough to keep him from going on the trip with SuperMommy.

Hopefully my trip will yield some interesting blog posts, although I have a few in my brain that just can't seem to make it out.

Oh, and there's only 257 days until Christmas.

Have a nice day.