Mommy’s Escape 6.0

{August 20, 2009}   A change has come

Hey everyone – thanks for being patient with me during all of this – I just wanted to let you know that I am alive and doing well. Things are working out and I have decided to start fresh….I have told my husband about my love of writing and blogs and have decided to start a new blog with my new change.

He is aware of this new blog and I want all of you to be aware of it too

Sand Castle Full of Monkeys 

But please, when you go there – make no mention of this blog – he knows I comment on all of your blogs but I have not told him about mommysescape – please do this for me.  Also, no mention of facebook – he does not know about that yet….

I want him to know about this awesome blogosphere and the awesome people in it!!!

Thank you and I hope to see you thee soon….this blog will be open as redirection for a while and then I will delete it – I will use the other blog from now on….

Thanks for everything you guys – here is t new beginnings!!!


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Well, Jen wanted us to be lazy reminiscent this week and decided to have us bring back our favorite post from the past and re-publish it. I think this is cool because some people are just too lazy to go through the archives (I am one of those so I’m not judging)…

I decided to share the one where I nearly made LM have a heart attack – great mom huh?

Originally published November 24, 2008


Yeah, now wouldn’t that have been a better rendition than the traditional “Lions, Tigers, & Bears, Oh My!”

Well, in a nut shell, that was what my Sunday was like.

You see, my wonderful turtle has been having some cosmetic issues with her shell for the past month or so and when I took her to the reptile expertat our local Aquarium/ Reptile place where I bought her, I was told that the peeling of her shell was normal because she will shed that layer of her shell like a snake sheds their skin because she is growing. Just to continue to add calcium to the water and all should be fine.

So I did as I was instructed but of course Hubby didn’t believe me when I told him that all was okay. I reiterated that the expert confirmed to me that all was okay.

Of course on Saturday hubby decided to take matters into his own hands, well actually the turtle in a box in his own hands, and go to see his friend at same store who is also a reptile expert who gave us the tragic news. She is infected!

What?!?! I was assured that she was fine and just growing. Well, apparently what Hubby’s friend said is that she has a really bad fungus growth that is eating away at her shell and she s going to die. She is healthy but she is going to die. Does something sound off with that?

The prognosis looked grim and to make matters worse, she has probably infected her mate as well because his shell is looking a bit on the brown side instead of the nice green and yellow it used to be. Ugh!!! hubby just told me that the best we could do is just throw them in the lake behind my house and let them live their days out there. Um – I don’t think so! I did not spend 50 bucks on turtles just to give up! There had to be something, there had to be a medication, a treatment, something to cure her!!!

(By the way, my current track record with “curing” animals is not so hot, so far it is 0 – 3–>fish)

There is a treatment we found out, known as a Sulfa Dip and we were told by Mr. Expert that we could try it but not to hold out hope because she looked too far along in this infection that it might not work.

I was not going to listen, I bought the treatment and planned on using it Sunday AM.

Well, as the sun rose Sunday morning, I cautiously prepared the Sulfa Dip solution and placed Sister Turtle in her little tub and Brother Turtle in his (don’t ask about the names, I didn’t name them, Princess and Little Man did). Then I began to prepare breakfast.

Little Man loves his pancakes so I began to whip up the batter and all the fixins. As he walked into the kitchen he asked me what I was doing. I told him making him his favorite breakfast and he smiled from ear to ear.

As I made him his coveted flap jacks, I called him over to get his plate and his eyes opened wide. I thought I had done such a fantastic job whipping up these golden round treats but that was not the reason.

He had seen what I was hiding behind me. Yes, the turtles!!!

There they were in their little Tupperware bowls in this solution that looked like chicken broth, just barely bobbing their little heads out of the water. They were strategically placed right next to the stove where I had all the ingredients for breakfast and the meat defrosting for dinner that night.


Me: Nothing, go eat your breakfast.


Me: (Laughing under my breath of course) These are not turtle pancakes silly, I am giving the turtles a bath.

LM: Why are you giving them a bath in the kitchen?

Me: Because it is easier here, go eat your food.

LM: Okay, but promise my turtles are okay.

Me: Of course they are.

He walks away happy with his little pancakes and sits down to watch TV.

He returns his plate as I am finishing placing the turtles back in their tank. He walks into the kitchen and sees the empty bowls and freaks out!


Me: (trying to get a rise out of him) I forgot!! I am sorry!! I accidentally cooked them in your last pancakes.

LM: (you should have seen the look on his face) WHAT?!?!?

Me: I am so sorry – but, how did it taste?


Me: That good huh?

Little Man ran off to tell his daddy I cooked his turtles in his pancakes.

That’ll show him for spilling my shampoo on the bathroom floor causing a nasty bruise on my rear end.

(No turtles were harmed during this episode of Mommy’s Escape 6.0. Little Man was notified shortly thereafter that the turtles were safe and in their tank when he ran into said tank in a rousing game of dodge-ball tag with his father).

{August 5, 2009}   taking time

I am just writing to let you know that I will be away from the blogosphere for a while.

I don’t know how long so I can’t promise anything.

I need to get some things with my life in order and I honestly don’t know where to start.

I wish I had something witty and funny to say and that it was for a good reason but shit happens.

Sometimes you just want to say FUCK IT and let it take its course but I’m at the point where I need to take the reigns on this one and see if I can pull it back in.

My email is always open to you all so you can keep in touch with me that way but as far as blogging goes – I’m on hiatus, a sabbatical, in rehab, whatever excuse you want to use.

There will be one final post that is scheduled to come out on Friday and that is in participation with the Spin Cycle. I can’t leave the Cycle without giving it a go one more time.

Thanks for being there for me all this time and making me laugh and smile and realize that life is life and we have to live it as much as possible and fight for it when the times arise.

I wish you all the best and hopefully you will remember me whenever I return….I will miss you all so much!

Thanks for everything……


Hey crazy people!! It’s that time of the week again – time to let it all hang out and this does not involve tequila!!! (Although it might make it a bit more interesting, maybe next time)

First off I wanted to say thank you to those who commented on my last post about friendship – particularly those comments and well wishes for Stu and his family. One person went as far as to check him out on u-tube and saw first hand what the family was experiencing. Here is the link for you all to see if you have not – YouTube Videos and This One. Please remember to love your children and hold them close every day…….

Now, onto the random…

My husband is driving me insane…what’s new huh?

The water heater is still not working…

I just repaired the internet on the kids’ computer…

they are still fighting….

have you all noticed how many Jennifer’s there are on the blogosphere? WOW!!!

I am hunry right now and craving chocolate…

No!! I am not pregnant!!!

Could you imagine the face my husband would make if I was?

That would be priceless.

I have so much laundry to do.

doing it is not the problem

folding it is

I’m not talking about that folding I’m talking about folding

get your minds out of the gutter people

I smell coffee!!!!

Okay, I’m tired now

my hands hurt from typing

I’ve been on face book too long

Gotta get to work

really don’t want to


You see on Friday I didn’t go in to work because I had to take Angel Eyes to get his UGI digital xray thing done and I also had an interview scheduled for that afternoon (i’ll tell you more on that one once I hear more from them – don’t want to jinx anything).

Well, I get to the hospital to do the stuff for AE and since we were there early I decided to some of his blood work as well – we got that done within seconds of his time to be scheduled for his procedure. Poor little guy was screaming and fighting because he was hungry – this exam requires him not to eat until afterwards.

So I sign him up they say he is the next one – an hour goes by and still nothing so by now he is screaming louder and hitting me. So I get up to go find out what is going on – again I hear “you’re next” so I turn around muffling under my breath words referring to something like you fucking bitch you told me that an hour ago because you don’t care about the fact that I have to sit with a screaming hungry child who does no t know or understand what the hell is going on. you are SO lucky to be sitting behind that desk right now or something like that. Then as I am walking back into the waiting room I am called in that it is his turn!!! YAY!!!!!

So we get into the radiology room and the lady proceeds to mix a drink and explain to me how the procedure will go that first they will have him drink this chalky mixture and then take an image of his stomach and then two hours or three hours at the latest later take another image to see his bowels…..yeah, you read that right – 2 HOURS to 3 HOURS!!! I was not told about this when I registered him and he doctor didn’t explain it to me – ugh!!!

So of course, me being the lady that I am, I went off on the technician with the fact that nobody told me that. That I had another appointment that I had to make – that my son could not wait that long – and that I would have to reschedule…I gave AE his bottle and left.

Well, needless to say I was pissed off!! I hated to see my little guy go through all that hell and not be able to do it. He chugged down his milk like he had not eaten in days. Poor baby.

While I was driving down to my interview – I got a call on my cell from guess who?….the hospital.

The supervisor of the radiology department called because she felt bad about the whole situation and since she knew how upset I was, was willing to reschedule him for Saturday morning. They do not schedule procedures that are not emergencies for Saturdays but she placed me to be first that morning.

HALELUHIAH!!!!! My faith in the hospital was restored once again.

So I took him on Saturday morning – we were there early and were able to sit in the garden for a while while he drew on his magna doodle and he drew this awesome picture…
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(it’s a flower)

When we got upstairs and settled, they prepared the chalky mix of barium for him and added some chocolate syrup. Nobody believed me that he would drink it all with no problems because of how nasty it tastes – clearly they do not know my child. He chugged it down and asked for more! LOL

So he took the first images – it was a struggle to get him still but he was a trooper. We waited the two hours – with a few xrays in between to see how he was coming along. He got the point and stopped fighting by the second xray. He was a pro by the time it was the final digital scan. He was all staring at the monitor watching his bowels while the technician finished.

He was such a pro – I was so proud of him!!!!
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Now we just wait for the results.

et cetera