Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Hair Cuts....

Today Chloee and I had our hair cut. We both whacked off all of our hair. We had a couple of reasons. The biggest reason for Chloee was her headaches. In the mornings she just cries when I brush through her hair because it makes her head hurt more than it already does. It will also save time in the mornings too.

For me it was the whole time thing. I just don't have time to take care of a full head of hair that goes down to the middle of my back. More often than not it's just pulled back in a hat and I am sick of having hat head. Not only that, but dang it, my head hurts from brushing it too!! My hair tangles so easily, and it's naturally curly so it takes soooo much time to tame it when it's long.

I think Chloee can totally pull off short hair. What do you think?

Monday, December 1, 2008


Chloee is having a rough time again. We are out of the Zofran again, and she really seems to need it.
She called today to come home from school but I couldn't go get her because we were in the middle of Rhett's IEP.
We are waiting for Andy to get paid to get some x-rays done on her neck and spine. He gets paid on the 5th, so we should have some answers then.
At least we know that it's not the "C" word. That I am so very thankful for.
I hate to admit it, but I have kind of put her on the back burner the last week because we have been so busy with Rhett and Dakota. I need like 4 or 5 more hours in the afternoon. I have spent the last few weeks gathering documents needed for Dakota's home schooling.
I have been trying to keep up with everything, and it seems like I always miss something. I need like 4 clones or something.
Other than that we are just kind of in a watch and see type of mode, and I hate that.
Today we are thankful for all of our friends and family.....they are the best!!

Monday, November 24, 2008

Daddy's Little Girl.....

You know it's funny. My whole life, since I can remember I have always wanted a girl. Funny that I ended up with 3 boys, but good that I got my girl. One is enough.

Boo and I are very best friends. She could be my twin from when I was younger. She is beautiful, and we have so much fun together.

But her and Andy have a bond that I can't touch.

She is a Daddy's Girl. She has been since day one.

Andy wanted all boys. He never wanted a girl. He came from a family where all they knew was boys. It was him and his 3 brothers, he raised his two brothers. They did boy things, blowing up GI Joe's in the back yard, making dry ice bombs, swimming in the canal under the road.

They were rotten boys all around, just ask em. ;)

Andy's world has been turned around with our little girl. He can often be found playing babies with her, and feeding her stuffed animals while she runs upstairs to get some clothing for one thing or another.

But my favorite thing that he has done with her was when she dressed up as Tinkerbell when she won that princess makeover. Andy came home from work, and she was all dressed up. She looked at him and said, "Daddy!! Look at my wings, can you make me fly?"

He picked her up and flew her around the front yard. I will never forget that moment, and the smile on Chloee's face as her daddy was able to make her fly.

If you always believe, dreams will come true, and I belive every day.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Still No Answers.....

Trying to get into the neurologists office is a pain. They want so much information and it seems like every time I send them some info or the Dr sends them some info they want more before they will see her.

In the mean time she is still hanging out and we are just dealing with the headaches. She has found that putting ice on it helps a little.

I haven't taken her in to the chiropractor just because I want some more testing to make sure she doesn't have a neck condition that is going to make it worse by going to the chiropractor.

The Zofran helps a bit, and we have kept a food diary. So far I am not seeing any links between the headaches and eating. We have her get up slowly when she wakes up or changes positions, and that seems to be helping. Her bills have started rolling in and we are into everything about 6 grand right now.

It's nuts. But I will not stop till we know for sure what is going on and we have a treatment plan that I feel good about.

Today I am thankful for Zofran that keeps Chloee in school.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Either More News, or More Confusion......

Well another day meant another Dr. Appointment. This time we went to see her primary care Dr. We needed a referral to the Neurologist because apparently they can't take the notes from the Dr. in the ER as a referral. So I took in her discharge summary with me and he did an exam on her.

Remember how I said this all started around July, and remember how she had that neck injury? Well her Primary Care Dr. thinks she is having Neck issues that are contributing to it as well. He said that at the base of her neck it's all messed up, and her spinal cord is out of whack. On the referral he also wrote to check for rib dysfunction? Little confused on that one.

I guess the good news is that we are being taken seriously, we have another prescription for Zofran, and we are going to go see a chiropractor in the mean time. We'll see the same one we saw back when she had her neck injury over the summer. Crazy thing is, is that we still don't know what caused that.

Of course this neck stuff is still on top of the fact that she has the problems with her blood pressure, so it's not like they are thinking it is this instead of that. If you know what I mean.

Things just get more and more exciting every day.

I am thankful that we have another route to look into instead of a whole lot of shoulder shrugging. It will be nice once we get into the Neurologist though, hopefully they can shed some more light on all of this. So far she has been out of school 2 1/2 days this week.

She also has tonsils the size of Texas that we need to have taken out.

Welcome to my life.......

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Just Incase You Are Wondering....

We know Chloee is super cute, so we thought we might take some applicants now....That way when she's 21 we might consider letting her date........

APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.
DATE OF BIRTH_____________HEIGHT__________ _ WEIGHT____________ IQ__________ GPA_____________ SOCIAL SECURITY _________________ DRIVERS LICENSE ________________
BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES__________________________________________
HOME ADDRESS_______________________ CITY/STATE___________ ZIP______
Do you have parents?___Yes ___No
Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No
If No, explain: _____________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________ Number of years they have been married ______________________________
If less than your age, explain ____________________________________________________________________ACCESSORIES

A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No
B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No
C. A waterbed?__Yes __No
D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No
E. A tattoo?__Yes __No
F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, tounge/nipple peircing, or a belly button ring?__Yes __No


ESSAY SECTION: In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you? ______________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________

In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you? ______________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________

In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you? _______________________________ _______________________________ ______________________________________________________________


Church you attend ___________________________________________________ How often you attend ________________________________________________When would be the best time to interview your: Father? _____________ Mother?_____________ Pastor? _____________


Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely all answers are confidential.

A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be: ______________________________________________________________

B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my: ______________________________________________________________

C: A woman's place is in the: ______________________________________________________________

D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is: ______________________________________________________________

E. What do you want to be IF you grow up? _______________________________ ______________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________

F: When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is: ______________________________________________________________

G: What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________________


_________________________________________________________ Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)
_______________________________ ________________________________
Mother's signature Father's Signature


State Representative/Congressman

Notary Public
(Their stamp goes here )

Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual.Please allow fourteen to sixteen years for processing. You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write.

If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentleman wearing white ties carrying violin cases. (You might watch your back)

To prepare yourself, start studying Daddy's Rules for Dating.

Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking any thing up.

Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five: It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'

Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool, places where there is darkness, places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay...Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight . Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Day Two.....

Of the Neurologists office not calling us back. I have left an ample amount of messages. Hoping that if I get her into the regular ped tomorrow for some more Zofran that he can kick them in the butt.

Then just a few minutes ago Rhett decided my cell phone needed to take a spin in the washer.

It's now drying out hoping that once again it will survive the water. It's done quite well in the past!

Wonder surprises are in store for tomorrow!

I am thankful that I am not afraid to annoy people in the Dr's office till they call me back....(Is that something I can even be thankful for?)