Friday Confessional all about my teeth

Hello and welcome to another week's confession. I must say it's been a week, that's for sure. So hold on tight, ya'll. Here we go:

• I hate my teeth.
• HATE my teeth.
• How, dear sweet Camie, could you possibly hate your teeth?
• Again, I'm glad you asked.
• I have the worst teeth ever.
• Ever.
• Okay,well maybe not ever, but mostly ever.
• I have 9 crowns.
• 1/4 of my teeth are crowns!
• I have had 14, count 'em, 14 root canals.
• Of those 14, one was on my front tooth.
• When I was 14.
• It is a crown now.
• Also, I have one tooth that was root canaled 4 times.
• How is that even possible?
• I'll tell you.
• First Dr does root canal. Fine. Done.
• Next Dr says that first Dr missed a root.
• Awesome.
• Dr does another root canal.
• Tooth never really feels better.
  
• I call Dr to have him look at it.
• Evil receptionist won't let me see or speak to Dr because my acct is delinquent $25.
• Twenty five dollars.
• So it is paid and then I have a "probationary period" due to being delinquent.
• I should have sued.
• Anyway, go to a different Dr, who tells me I should have been to a specialist weeks ago.
• So I go to an endodontist.
• Tells me previous dentist didn't get to the bottom of the root.
• Tells me he left a pocket of infection that is eating my bone.
  
• Tells me I need to have another root canal or surgery.
• Awesome.
• I totally should have sued.
  
• So we're a young freshly married couple and aren't sure if insurance will cover it.
• Also we're moving to Utah in, like, a week.
  
• So we just moved.
• Found out later that insurance would have covered it, by the way.
• So after moving, we have to wait the customary waiting period before insurance will kick in.
• like 6 months or so.
  
• In the meantime, a small infection bubble grows below said tooth.
• Awesome.
• Even awesomer still is that said infection bubble drains at least once a day.
• I'll spare you the gory details, but let's just say it was NOT nice.
• Finally go to new Dr.
• Sends me to another Endodontist.
• Explains options again.
• I opt to have root canal again as opposed to surgery.
• Endo does third root canal on tooth.
• Infection bubble comes back a week later.
• Insurance is shot due to $3500 specialist root canal.
• Have to wait until new year.
• Have to have surgery.
• Endo performed 4th and final root canal from the bottom up.
• Thats right.
• Awesome.
• Sounds exactly like it was.
• Bottom up.
  
• I used to have full on panic attacks when I sat in the dentist chair.
• Crying, shaking, the whole nine yards.
  
• Do you blame me?
• So yeah, I my teeth and I have a hate hate relationship.
• I have oh so many stories to tell.
• But the bottom line is that I think I need my wisdom teeth out.
• They hurt lately.
• And I just don't wanna.
• Not awesome.
• Stoopid teeth.
  

Friday Confessional: crazy obsessive momma

Here I am again. And I have a confession to make:

• I am so very excited for Ian's birthday party.
• I am lame.
• I know he's one and will not remember any of it.
• I see all these people throw these HUGE extravagant parties for their kids.
• I hear other people complain about them and say how silly
• And how uncalled for
• And if you throw them a big party when they're one, you'll have set the bar pretty high.
• And then they will always expect a big party.
• And I have agreed with those people.
• And now I am beginning to think I am a GINORMOUS hypocrite.
• Because how stinkin cute would this be in my front yard come two weeks:
• I mean hello? Do you know me at all?! Come on!
• These Baby's First Birthday people have got my number don't they?
• Only problem is I do not have the money to invest in such adorablilty. (Yeah it's a word)
• So what's a clever, frugal mama to do you ask?
• I'm glad you asked.
• First, you take the color scheme and run with it.
• You spend the entirety of two days in a crash course of learning the art of graphic design and come up with this:
• And as not to leave anybody out,this for the out of towners:
• Oh and we've got to have the token "Baby's First" onesie, made by me of course!
• Then spend the entirety of another day driving from store to store getting the perfect combination of color coordinating plates and napkins, cake pans and cupcake liners, foam circles and "baby's first" decor.
• Toting around a sleeping baby.
• And then a sleeping three year old.
• And we need to get this all done now because we're in the "big city" where things don't cost an arm and a leg.
• Well, maybe just a leg.
  
• And that's not all, folks.
• There's plenty more surprises in store.
• But I'm thinking that's enough crazy for one day.
• Hey, if you know where I live and are free on May 1st, come on by!
• It will be super fun, I promise.
  
• I am actually just excited to get my family and friends together and have a good time.
• I just needed an excuse, such as a first birthday.
• So yeah, it's going to be a little out of control
• and extravagant
• and silly
• but I just love being the hostess
• I get that from my Gramma I believe.
• And I love having the people I love together in one place for the afternoon.
• So seriously, come on by.
• And please, please DON'T bring a gift.
• That kid has more toys that you could shake a stick at.
• Whatever that supposed to mean.
• He's got a lot of toys.
• So yeah, the party is mostly for me I suppose.
• But at least I can admit I have a problem.
• And that's the first step to recovery...right?
  

We Got The Funk... and I don't mean the smelly kind...

I am in rare form tonight...
Just thought I'd apologise in advance. Bummer mood approaching...I'd go back if I were you...

Have you ever had something said or something happen or just been lost in your thoughts and just have the crappiest most gut wrenching sadness come over you? Sadness and disappointment and just all around blar! Poo!

My heart hurts!

That's what I got going on over here.

I feel like I am a big ol burden to people and my kids are too annoying to be taken out in public and it seems like I am being left out of things that I would normally be a part of.

I know my little son has the best of intentions and he wears his heart on his sleeve. I love that about him. He is so sweet and genuine and I hope he never loses that. But then I think about all the people who will mock him and hurt him and make fun of him and crush him and it kills me.

Do all parents think this way? Or is it those of us who were the same way and had the same things happen?

I want to cuddle up in bad and just hold him close. I want to kick myself for ever thinking anything he does is annoying or for ever scolding him.

He's only three.

I guess I forget that sometimes.

There is so much garbage going on in our lives right now and it just has me wondering how much is it going to take before we see the light of day again? How long do we have to put up with it and deal with it and try and stay positive and upbeat and happy?

I know that every single person if this entire world has bad things going on. I know that. I am so not trying to sound selfish or vain or have a "please feel sorry for me" day.

I'm just so tired. And sad. And I feel so alone. And almost hopeless. And the super crappy thing is that I can honestly say I don't see a way out. I don't see it happening, but I can't ever let myself really think that because all I have to rely on is faith. Faith that it will all get better. Faith that things will change and turn around. Faith that there really is a point and there will be a light at the end of the tunnel and people will get what they deserve. I can't let myself give up, even though right now it feels like I am hanging on by a teeny tiny thread. One doubting thought, one misstep and it's over.

My space bar isn't working. Boo.

I have a bunch of transcription work to get done and my programs and pedal aren't working either. Double boo.

You know, regret is a funny thing. It's very haunting and relentless. You can coulda woulda shoulda all day and night and the funny thing is YOU CAN'T GO BACK AND CHANGE IT. You can't. So why even have the stupid emotion? There is nothing you can do but go forward. Why is that so freaking hard to remember?

All I can think about is what's wrong with everything lately. And how jealous I am of other people with their pretty things and whatnot. I almost feel like making a list, but then I think well no because if you so that you'll REALLY see all the bad and how much of it is really there.

Ever seen the Secret? It's really good...and probably works too if you can discipline yourself to be positive. Maybe I need to be more positive and instead of worrying about all the junk, just be grateful for all the good.

Can anyone help me do that?

Friday Confessional from Utah

Oh my. I am a tad tarty to the party, but it is still technically Friday, right?
Right.

• I am currently in Utah.
• I will be here all week folks.
• Tip your waitresses.
• I always wanted to say that.
• But really, I'll be here all week.
• My hubster is jetting of to Las Vegas on Sunday.
• Boo.
• He gets to go have fun in the big city,
• Get wined and dined by all the big-wig tv-types,
• play around sans kids,
• sleep in a hotel,
  
• BE IN LAS VEGAS
• for a whole stinkin week!
• Boo.
• I am actually jealous.
• I wanna go too!
• Well, I wanna go on a week long vacation sans kids
• okay maybe just a week long vacation out of the snow
• did it snow at your house this week?
• BECAUSE IT DID AT MINE!!!
• Boo.
• I hate stoopid April snow.
• Makes me grumpy.
• And you won't like me when I'm grumpy!
• Oh well.
• I'm going to spend the week hanging out with my family,
• and doing a little shopping,
• chillin with my Gramma,
• and planning a birthday par-tay!
• That's right.
• Big bubba baby monster is turning one!
• Too bad he's wearing 24 month-old clothes!
• Seriously people, I kid you not.
• I get weird looks from people when I am in the mother's lounge at church.
• I want to tell them that he's only 11 months old!
• I'm not trying to nurse a three year old!
• Don't believe what your eyes are telling you!
• Where are you going?!
• Why did you stop talking the moment I showed up?!
• Ah well. It will all be over soon.
• And then I'm gonna lose some weight.
• Yesssss.
• Good bye stoopid extra nursing calories
• Hello sexy mama in a swimsuit!
• Ok, I'd settle for average mama with no muffin top.
  
• Not having a panic attack when I go to my closet and can't find a dang thing to wear.
• It happens every time I have to go out in public because, let's be honest, you can't wear track suits everywhere
• Can you?!?
• Stoopid comfortable non-form-fitting track suits.
• Ahhhhhhhhh.
  

Giveaway!

I love Dang Gina. Just love. She has the greatest giveaways!
Hmm...love.
Anyway, she is having a giveaway for a photo shoot with a darling photographer. You should go check it out! But don't enter because I really need to win.

Okay, go enter too...I guess...


Go here to check it out!

Hi. I'm Camie. I don't know if we've met. I have this blog I used to write on? Remember me? Yeah I suck. I'll get back into the swing of things here soon. Promise.
On to my confessions.

• I have been sewing a lot lately.
• A lot.
• I don't get out my machine very often so when I got it out this time, I figured I had better make it count.
• I fixed my whole bag of mending.
• I made a couple skirts.
• I made Izacc some pants.
• I made Ian some pants.
• I made some baby gifts.
• I am no where near done.
  
• I am out of control.
• And so is my living room.
• Yikes.
• I have taken a sewing sabbatical until I can at least find a seat in the living room.
• I have ADD
• Or maybe OCD
• Either way I can't get my living room done until I had cleaned the bathroom.
• And did the laundry.
• And cleaned my room.
• And got all the clothes hung up and put away.
• And put away the winter sweaters and pulled out all the shorts and flip flops.
• I think perhaps I am stalling.
• I did start to clean it up.
• And I was going to put away the baby bouncer.
• Because big bubba baby monster is too large and in charge for such playthings.
• I smartly saved the box when we bought it so I could store it neatly.
• And so I took it downstairs to put it back in the box.
• I took it apart a little and tried, but it was too tall. The toys came seperatly.
• So I tried to take the toys off.
• And I tried to take the toys off.
• And I cursed a little.
• And I prayed a little.
• And I got the toys off.
• And I tried again to put it in the box.
• And I rearranged it and tried again.
• This was the battle royal of box vs man.
• Or woman as the case may be.
• A few choice words, nasty pinches and about 15 minutes later it was in the box...ish.
• Okay, so I can't close the top.
• But it is technically in the box.
• Ha ha! I win!
• While I was wrestling with box and toys and parts I had a sort of fight song going through my head.
• Ask me where it came from.
• Yeah I got nothin.
• The Night Chicago Died.
• I am so awesome.
• My cousin Brooke and I made up a dance to that song once.
• We were nothing but the coolest kids on the block.
  
• Stupid box.
  
• Stupid jumperoo.
• Stupid song!
  
• I am going to go clean my living room now.
• Right after I finish putting all the clothes away.
  
• Promise!

You know the drill!
Play. Read. Laugh. Repeat.
PS he's adorable.

Friday Confessional

I cannot believe it's Friday again already!! What the?!? okay, so here we go...

• I just tried to transfer $100 from my husband's checking account to mine so I could have some money to get back home with.
• I'm in Utah By the way.
• Me and the boys came down for my beautiful cousin's wedding.
• Oh they're so cute.
• The bride and groom.
• Not that my boys aren't super cute.
• But that's beside the point.
  
• Weddings make me all warm and gooey inside.
• Not to mention the impromptu family reunions.
• And my son running around like the sugar-filled maniac that he is made it all the better.
• He sat in the corner and cried when they started cleaning up and they put away the punch bowl.
• Full on sobbing so profusely that I couldn't even understand one word he was saying.
• Gramma had to help him.
• He kept saying, "Tell them to bring it back! They took away my fruit punch!"
• Bless his tender heart.
• It does seem to be becoming a trend that a sobbing fit ensues wherever we go
• Not sure how I feel about that one.
• No wait, I am sure
  
• I DO NOT LIKE IT!!!
• Anyway, in Utah, need to go shopping and get back home, so I needed to transfer $100 into my acct.
• I transfered $100 from my acct into his.
• Derp.
  
• I only had $55 in my account.
• I AM SO LAME!
• Whatever.
• The nice guy at Wells Fargo was really super nice and understanding on the phone.
• Although he was probably shaking his head in annoyance.
  
• He should have asked me why on earth I was banking at 12:55 am.
• People tend to make mistakes when banking while tired.
• Case in point.
• LAME!!
• Oh well, at least I have overdraft protection set up, right?
• *shakes head in shame*
• I am so annoying.
  
• I'm going to bed.

Play. Read. Laugh. Repeat.

Friday Friday!

Here we go! I gotta lotta confessin to do!

• I am hella grumpy right now.
• So hella grumpy that I can't even think straight!
• I should not be a grump at all.
• My hubby took works off and watched the kids today so I could go play with my fabulous, beautiful friend Aimee.
• And I get to do it again tomorrow!
• And he made dinner!
• And he cleaned-ish!
• I should be so not grumpy!
• But alas, the grump meter is hitting an all-time high!
• I am grumpy because when people have those embedded comment forms on their blogs, my crappy computer won't let me comment.
• Seriously, five times in the past couple days have I had amazing things to say to five fabulous people only to be shut down by the crappy system.
• What the freak is the problem here?!?
• I wanna give people some comment love and it won't let me!!!
• Whatev.
• I am grumpy because I got suckered into doing something I don't wanna do.
• Can't really go into details here.
• Now is not the time.
• But it makes me SO MAD and GRUMPY!!!
  
• I DON'T WANNA DO IT!
• And so I shall pout.
  
• (pretend I'm on the floor crying like a 3 year old in Walmart)
• Yeah, did I fail to mention that it was MY three year old crying on the floor in Walmart?
• Yeah.
• I told him he couldn't have the weird mitten thingy with the ice scraper coming out of it.
• Rude huh?
  
• Seen those?
• Looks like an oven mitt with an ice scraper attached?
• He apparently thought it was going to be his, alas, I thought not.
• Oh and he also cried in the toy section because I was holding his hand.
• And in the fabric section because I hurt his elbow trying to stop him from darting under a loading pallet.
• And in the little boys section because he couldn't have the size 10 boy's pjs because the pants alone were taller than he was.
• And in the food aisle because they didn't have his favorite "meatball"donuts. (donut holes)
  
• And in the women's section because I put him back in the cart.
• And by cry, I don't mean "boo hoo you're a mean mommy."
• I mean "Why are you doing this to me? Mommy! This isn't happening! Take me out! You hurt me! WHHHHAAAAAAAAAAT are you DOOOOOOOOINGGGG!!! Mommy!! Mommy!! Mommmmmmmyyyyyyy!!! Come baaaaackkkkkkkkkkk!! Mommy!!!!!! Don't leave me!!! Mommmmmmmyyyy!! WAAAAAAAAAAIIITTT Mommmmyyyy!!!!!!"
• You can hear it now can't you?
• And that was all of like, 15 minutes.
• Oh how I love Walmart.
• Why am I grumpy?
• You got me.

Go play. And if you don't wanna, just go read!

New Fun Friday

Something new and fun I will be trying on.
Here we go:

• I hate that my hubby works two jobs.
• I do not hate the employee discount at Wal-mart.
• I hate that I do not hate the employee discount at Wal-mart.
• I should hate it and all it stands for.
• But I don't.
• Ten percent is ten percent.
• That's an extra $2.50 off a box of diapers.
• And every little bit helps.
  
• I also think that my hubby doesn't hate working at Wal-mart as much as he should.
• I mean, he is freakin' good at what he does.
• He's actually a top salesman.
• In the state.
• He could sell a TV to a blind guy.
• Figuratively speaking of course.
• He slaves away all day at job #1.
• Then goes and sells his booty off at job #2.
• He got employee of the month a few months back.
• I couldn't have been happier about it.
• Not only because it was FINALLY some validation.
• And appreciation
  
• And a huge compliment to him for all his hard work
• which is something job #1 sucks at.
• But I also was so happy about it
• because he was a freaking EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH AT WAL-MART!
• Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
• Is this not funny to anyone else?
• Maybe if you know him, it would be more funny.
• Electronics department at Wal-mart is not exactly his dream job.
• Not even for a part time pay-off-the-credit-card sorta job.
• It's funny because it's funny.
  
• I am going to hell aren't I?
• Oh well. At least I will always have the memory of
  
• the time
• my sweet, intelligent, hard working
• talented, handsome, problem-solving
• husband
• was the employee of the month
• at Walmart.

Come play! You know you wanna!
If not, just read her blog. It's amazing!!

Ah irony

Dear Yahoo,

Thank you so much for the unsettling news report that the

Chile quake may have shifted Earth's axis

Awesome.

I would also like to thank you for putting that advertisement right next to said unsettling new report,

You know the one.

Where the asteroid zooms past the words I’m reading and  “burns” a hole in my screen?

Where the earth’s just a shakin’ and things are falling and there are fires and and people fleeing?

Yeah, that’s right.  Good move on putting the release of 2012 onto DVD ad right next to the real life truth about our Earth being moved of it’s axis.

If you’ll now excuse me, I’ll be gathering supplies and building my bomb shelter.