Friday, December 31, 2010
This is Sam. A few days ago on Christmas eve we (the family) was watching a movie called the sandlot (very good movie) and I started to itch. I noticed that there were tiny dots on my body and when the movie was done I asked them what it was. They looked at me and Mom said I'm going to call the pharmacy. By this time I got scared. later Mom gave me half of a pill What is it I asked. Mom said it would help the rash (and oh boy it did). But the next morning I was itching like crazy. my Christmas was good but I didn't have an appetite and I was itching like it was 70 degrees out and i was right beside a huge nest of bees and what not. it lasted for a few days but I am happy now. BYEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
I fell down our outside stairs this morning - oh how it hurt. We had some very wet snow which I had asked Matt and Sam to shovel before it froze. They did a half-baked job. I had fallen on bits of snow that were left on the stairs and then it froze. Sam kept saying, "I'm sorry Mom." He has a very sensitive heart and could almost feel my pain. I was not very gracious. I said, "boys if you had shovelled the stairs properly on that mild day I would not have fallen. Sam said, "well I am very sorry about that Mom but it wasn't really my fault. I was shovelling in my barefeet."
Today we went skating at the "Oval" - a speedskating track that is there for the Canada Games that Halifax is hosting in February. It was fun. It was cold. We saw a few of our friends AND we had a skating lesson. I feel a little embarrassed about this - but our kids have never had formal skating lessons. Since we decided early on not to do hockey and because lessons have always been at bad times for us, we never really thought about it. We skate on a lake maybe twice per winter. So the kids enjoyed their first formal lesson. Rather than stand around freezing I also took the lesson (it was a very laid back thing). The teacher was shocked at how quickly I caught on. I had to admit to her that I had years and years of formal training. I almost let it slip that my name was Dorothy Hamel but I was good - and I didn't show off my doing any triple axels either.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Migraino - because he gets migraines
Pathetico - because he can make himself look so pathetic when he doesn't get his way
Tonight while Matt, Sam and I discussed this we thought of "Dramatico" and "Intensito" - you can guess why.
But a new name emerged on Christmas Day - Sam named himself "Mr. Hives" because he got hives (maybe?) all over his body. We were busy and they didn't look that bad - and I didn't look that closely at them. Then at bedtime Sam started complaining about terrible itchiness. I looked and they were everywhere - face, neck, arms, back, tummy and legs. It was by this time 9:30. I was feeling stuck and a little desperate. Going to emergency on Christmas Day? Wait there all night to be told it was nothing? No walk in clinics were open and even our local drug store was closed. I found a 24 hour drug store and called the pharmacist. She suggested benadryl (we didn't have any) but we did have an adult antihistimine - we gave him half. I also gave him an oatmeal bath. The pharmacist said as long as he was not having trouble breathing or had a swollen tongue it would be OK. He fell asleep around midnight. This morning I called my doctors office - as he was still quite hivey. It directed me a new service - you dial 811 and a nurse will help you 24/7. I called and got a call back an hour later. Nurse Kathy was very very nice. She was one of those friendly Cape Bretoners. She asked all kinds of questions while inputting things into the computer. Was he having trouble breathing? Was his tongue swollen? When did it start? Had he eaten anything weird? (YES - shrimp and Brother's pepperoni). Was he nauseous. Could he carry on regular activities. Was he lethargic. (NO - very much not lethargic.) What did the rash look like? Was there a raised bump in the midle of the spots. Did it look like lace? And on and on. Then she said, "I would suggest you take him to the doctor in the next two to four days and if he starts having trouble breathing take him to emergency. Also get him some hydrocortisone cream at the pharmacy. She then even told me which walk in clinics were open and even their phone numbers. At the end I said, "so Kathy I assume from what you told me you are not allowed to tell me what you think it is." She said, "No. Only a doctor can do that." I tried another tactic. "So if you are saying to take him to the doctor in the next two to four days you are not thinking it is too serious?" She said, "we don't think it is serious unless he can't breathe." I asked about Benadryl and she said, "oh yes you could give him some of that." She was so very very nice. But in the end was there a point to our conversation? Later Sam was itchy again so I walked him up to Shopper's Drug Mart and asked the pharmacist about the rash. She said, "did he eat something weird?" Yes - shrimp. She took me to Benadryl and said, "this may make him drowsy." I smiled and winked at her and said, "that's OK." We shared a little conspiratorial laugh.
So now Sam is Mr. Hives.
All the way to and from Shopper's Sam tried to convince me to let him buy an online game. He said, "I'll even earn the money myself/I'm really sick and it would take my mind off it/Other kids get to buy online games, why can't we/You bought me a Nexxon card before. Why won't you buy this for me. I said that Daddy would kill me and it just wouldn't be worth it to have an online game but a dead mother. Sam said, "why would Dad have to know. You could use your credit card." I said we had the same credit card so Dad would know. Sam suggested I use PayPal instead. I don't have PayPal Sam. And on and on. He didn't wear me down.
I think now you might get why we think "Intensito" might be a good nick name.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Our living room is graced with two fake fig trees all year round. When Christmas time comes around, the younger boys grab one, prop it up on a coffee table, and cover it in popcorn, lights and clay zebras. They like to finish it off by putting an empty Hannukiah in front. Some of you may be thinking, "Wow, what clever improvisation! It must look amazing!" You're wrong. It is the UGLIEST Christmas decoration in existence. If you want to see a picture of this tree, look at the blog background. You see the green thing that looks kind of like THE UGLIEST THING YOU'VE EVER SEEN? That's our Christmas tree. I'm sorry if this has made you think that our family has a depressing Christmas. It isn't true. The only depressing thing about our Christmas is the tree itself. If Santa were to visit, he'd give us five pounds of dynamite and a match with a note saying, "You should be ashamed of this. Blow it up. There's some free coal in your stocking. Merry @#$%$#$ Christmas."
Mom just talked me and said to me that I need to improve my blogging work, she said that I blog like a kid in grade two.
So I guess that I'll start with a game I found. This game is a very fun one.
It is called "Minecraft". It is a game about a world where everything is a block.
You can make a lot of stuff. You can add or take blocks to build a house or a rocket or anything.
At night zombies and spiders come out and try to eat you.
Christmas is upon us!
Yes! It will snow! We will get lot of presents from Santa!
Well, neither of those will be happening.
In Nova Scotia we have no snow. Right now it is raining.
I dont really get why in Ontario snow is coming down. Yet, over here a different substance is ... coming down.
I have to go now. Dad and me have to defrost the turkey with the blowdryer.
Anyway before the passport we got a hockey net that was slightly smaller then the normal size. But we didn't care. We had lots of fun with it and our friend has one too so we could play one on one. There is also two goalies that can play with us so that was pretty cool. Byeee!!!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
OK now we talk about the heaters. Today Dad is installing heaters in the basement. he has a horrible back so he asked Me if I could help. Of course I said no. Just kidding I said yes. I watched him cut a small hole in the wall and say oh no. I asked what was wrong. He said that he misplaced the heater wire - it wasn't where he put the hold in the drywall. I got bored so i went upstairs. Later he called me and said to walk to the store with Matt and get 9 volt batteries. When we came back Dad installed the new heater and said it worked.Yay.
Alright the reason I am writing this blog is because mom said that if I did I would get computer time (I will do anything to get *cough* computer time). byeeeeeee!!!!!!!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Having kids can be a lot of work but these unexpected funny moments make it all worthwhile.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
One day Sam was chillin' when the phone rang. Sam picked up the phone. Hello said an intelligent-smelling man. You are the lucky man who has been chosen to go on the NASA spaceship. Oh said Sam. What time should I be there? 11 o'clock said the man. OK bye. The next day Sam went to NASA. As soon as Sam walked in he was greeted by a man. I will be your captain. Follow me he said. Sam followed him. Soon they were in a room. Welcome to the rigging room said the man. Let's get you into a space suit. Later Sam was walking down a hall to the space ship and when he reached the door a man said to go into the spaceship and take a seat. OK said Sam. Soon he was in the space ship. Are we ready to take off? Yes. 3-2-1 BLAST OFF. The spaceship blasted off going at an incredible speed. About ten minutes later they were sailing through space. Where are we going said Sam. Mars said the man. Oh said Sam. A few days later the man said 2 days until we reach Mars. Coooolll said Sam. That night Sam could hardly sleep. I"M SO EXCITED said Sam. The next day the man said one day until we reach Mars. At lunch Sam fainted of excitement. What felt like two seconds was really twenty four hours. When Sam woke up the man said we are at Mars. Wooot. Sam put on his space helmet and jumped outside. Let's go exploring said the man. Soon the man and Sam were strolling down Mars. Or should I say trolling down Mars. Anyway about thirty minutes later they were back at the spaceship and the man said we must leave now. OK said Sam. Ten minutes passed and Sam was in the spaceship in his seat ready to go home ....... Two seconds later they were sailing through space. We're off! yelled the man. WOOT said Sam. One and and half days later Sam was eating lunch when the man ran into the lunch room yelling. Sam look out the window. Sam looked out the window. There was a lot of space junk heading right for them. Ooooh crap said Sam. What are we going to do. I HAVE NO IDEA screamed the man. The space junk was very close now and the man was spastic. He was running around the lunch room screaming his head off. Can we get this spaceship out said Sam. Oh I never thought of that said the man. Then let's go said Sam. Suddenly the space junk hit and broke the engine and they were flying through space heading right for a black hole. Oh no said Sam. What are we going to do. We're going to see if we can fix the engine. Thirty seconds later they jumped out and crawled to the engine and started to fix the problem. Three minutes later it was fixed .... or they thought it was fixed. Okay let's go said Sam. They started back to the spaceship. Soon they were in the control room. All right said the man. Let's go . The man turned on the jets. But only one was working. The spaceship started to spin uncontrollably. Sam and the man got flung around the room and the black hole started to suck them in. Sam and the man got flung around the spaceship getting hurt very badly. Well this is it. Goodbye world thought Sam. Suddenly they hit the black hole and got sucked through the black hole. The pressure was unbearable. It was a miracle that they survived. They shot through the black hole and hit something. Now Sam and the man had fainted when the spaceship hit the "thing" so they did not wake up for a while. When they did wake up they noticed that they were really on Uranus. Woooow said the man. This is Uranus. HEY! said Sam, (Sam thought he said YOUR ANUS). I mean the planet said the man. Oh said Sam. They got out of the spaceship and took a walk. After the walk Sam and "the man" fixed the engine for good and ate supper. Then they went to bed and fainted because they were so exhausted. When they woke up the man said let's go home. Agreed said Sam. So they got in the space ship and blasted home. They were very lucky to crash into a closed pillow factory. After that they walked back. When they entered the NASA building everybody went wild with joy. We thought you were dead said a man. Oh really said Sam. Yes he said because I am. WHAT. Oh my. I'm kidding said Sam. Sam said to the man I never got your name. I am Justin Beiber. Sam punched Justin in the face and ran home. The next morning Sam looked at the news. Jusin Beiber arrested for starting a riot. Sam said that was the happiest day of his life. And that's how my butt ended up on Mars and Uranus
Editors note: Originally the man at the end of the story was going to be Churck Norris. But Sam couldn't resist a chance to express his disdain for Justin Beiber.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sam told me he was having an Angzichity Attack. I asked, "what does an Angzichity Attack feel like?" He said, "it is when you really really want something and it gives you a pain in your stomach." What he really really wanted was to not do school work and play computer games instead.
Matt has been doing a lot of research on how to make a Gillie Suit (the thing they use in the army to make them look like they are part of the vegetation.) He bought burlap and dyed it camouflage colours. It turned out really nicely although burlap really stinks. Then he asked Kate to teach him how to sew. She said, "you should just staple it on instead." Matt worked on the stapling for a lot of hours. At bedtime he was very very discouraged and angry because it wasn't working. I suggested that he pray about it. I prayed too. In the morning I had this idea of tying the dyed burlap to a burlap base that was like a cloak. (You only wear the gillie suit on your back as the extra layers make it cumbersome to commando crawl). I asked Matt if God had given him any ideas. He said, "yes. Fishing string. We could tie the camouflaged burlap on with fishing string. It is strong and sturdy." I said, "that's the idea that God gave me too." The Gillie suit actually looks amazing.
Tonight the hockey team that Ron is the chaplain of had an exhibition game. Matt and Sam have the habit of standing beside the goal judge during the game, and have become good friends. But tonight the goal judge wasn't there so Matt asked the referee if he could be the goal judge. The referee said, "Yes. If I point at the goal or you see a goal go in, flick on the light." Matt and Sam have also asked if they could volunteer as the zamboni driver. But so far the answer is NO.
Matt and Sam have a deal with Ron - they often dilly dally at bedtime. Ron said he would take them to Dairy Queen and buy them a Dilly bar if they could go to bed on time for 5 nights in a row. It is not looking good.