Damn FireAnts!
Ugh.. I finally had to return to work today after a long 4 day weekend. I don't think I am too thrilled abt it either.
So it happened again. For the 2nd week in a row, Danny managed to get bit the nasty fire ants that are all over the back yard (this is where it is good for that that I don't have a green thumb). He actually wrote his version of the story here He was out there watering the grass when I stepped out to play with Molly out in the yard. He quickly told me to rush into the house because there were ants EVERYWHERE! I grabbed Molly and quickly ran inside the house before I ended up having a lod of fire ants all over Molly and me. A couple minutes later, Danny is rushing in the house, frantic as heck. "Damn, I really need to take a shower! I think that an ant bit me again, right here on my toe." I look at his toe and see in fact that there was one single bite. I looked up at Danny and see that he is getting red by the minute. He had broken into hives...AGAIN. Never did I realize that he is allergic to fire ants like his mother. He went thru this the same day last week! I let him take his shower and he came out as red as a lobster, there were raised bumps all over his body. His hands were swelled up as well as his entire face. His nose looked like the big potatoe nose that he used to tease my sister abt having when she was pregnant. I know at the time it wasn't funny, but now that I think of it, I have never seen Danny look so ugly his whole entire life! Makes me itch like mad thinking about it. I was really worried and told him that we needed to go to the ER. Danny being stubborn, didn't listen, instead he grabbed a bottle cap from a bottle of water and proceeded to scratch himself vigourously. "I need to go to Walgreens to grab some Benadryl." I looked at him and school my head, "You need to go to the ER is what you need to do." "No, no. I'm fine, really," he says as he continues to breathe heavily. Trying to get him to go to the ER didn't work. I was worried because I didn't know how many ants actually attacked him and there might of been more "ant poison" in him than he knew of. What can I say, he is stubborn. So Danny proceeded to jump in the car and drive off to Walgreens where he bought some Benadryl. He got home, took the medication, and stripped down and laid in bed. I kept telling him not to fall asleep yet. I continued to check up on him to make sure that he was breathing. I offered him some dinner that I had made and that I knew that he couldn't pass up, but he told me that he was feeling dizzy. He really worried me. All I wanted to do is take him to the ER to make sure that everything was okay. After a few more times of checking him I found him hunched over the toilet, trying to throw up. I didn't know what was wrong and I felt helpless. He just told me to go and continue to take care of Molly. When I came back and to check up on him again, he had thrown up. Why don't guys listen?? They are just so stubborn sometimes! For the rest of the nite, the swelling decreased and he ate the dinner that I cooked for him. Thank goodness he was okay after all that. Now only if he would remember calling the fuggers that supposedly treated our house and yard for those fire ants.
I think that yesterday was a good busy day. I hung out with my little Molly, who continued to ask over and over again for Barney! I tried to divert her attention by playing with her new kitchen, orreading her books, but somehow, she knows and wants Barney! UGH! It has gotten to the point that I have even memorized some of the songs! How sad is that? But i think that I accomplished a lot yesterday, Did lots of laundry, changed out the sheets, chased after the dogs (they are no longer allowed in any of the bedrooms!0 cleaned the bathroom, cooked a good dinner, took good care of my little girl. I think I am just usually in charge of all the internal shit of the house, Danny is Mr. Green Thumbs and works on the outside.
The other day I was hurt by something that a friend of mine told me. I was actually really really hurt and it brought down my self esteem pretty low. Like I have always told myself, anything that anyone tells me, I always have this knack for twisting them around and turning them into negatives, or maybe things weren't conveyed the way that he wanted to convey them?? Maybe I just take criticism as general attack on me. I am well aware that I have a self esteem issue, it is something that I think that I will have to deal with for the rest of my life, no matter what I do to better myself. But then again, my friend also has a self esteem issue... it's called his height. And I realize that there is nothing that can be done to him to change that and that he has to live in Modern Day America with it. Well, there is that really controversial procedure where they stretch your bones or whatever, but that isn't really an option...And I would kill him if he ever really considered that, but I know he wouldn't. My friend is a great guy and sometimes I just wish that people would get the chance to get to know him so that it would help to open him up. He looks at his height as some type of handicap. I know damn well that he has every capabilitiy to change some people's outlook on the way that they perceive him. I actually know a few people that have the highest self esteem (true to life playas!!) and they are pretty "deficient" in height. I think that there is more to it than what I see in him, I suppose. And I don't know what it's like to be in his shoes. I wish things were easier for him and I just wish that he were happy and content with the way things are going. *Hugs to Kame*
If you look at society today, everything is pretty fucked up. There is this whole view that the typical American has to be beautiful/handsome. I mean, look around... it's all over the place! The magazines, television, movies, newpapers, advertisements, etc. That is why so any people grow up with such low self esteems, all because they don't fall under the category of "beautiful". I know what it is like because I go thru it everyday. I wish I were 60 lbs thinner, I wish I had larger eyes, I wish that my eyes weren't so dark, I wish that I were taller, I wish that my hair wasn't so black (It was a bitch to keep up with that dyeing mess!) I have always just never liked myself, but when it comes down to it, I don't think I would ever chnage anything about myself. I was created from my Mom and Dad . I was born to look like this, there is nothing that I should even think about to change that. I am thankful that I have a beautiful little girl and a loving husband and that they love me unconditionally, that is all that should matter.
So it happened again. For the 2nd week in a row, Danny managed to get bit the nasty fire ants that are all over the back yard (this is where it is good for that that I don't have a green thumb). He actually wrote his version of the story here He was out there watering the grass when I stepped out to play with Molly out in the yard. He quickly told me to rush into the house because there were ants EVERYWHERE! I grabbed Molly and quickly ran inside the house before I ended up having a lod of fire ants all over Molly and me. A couple minutes later, Danny is rushing in the house, frantic as heck. "Damn, I really need to take a shower! I think that an ant bit me again, right here on my toe." I look at his toe and see in fact that there was one single bite. I looked up at Danny and see that he is getting red by the minute. He had broken into hives...AGAIN. Never did I realize that he is allergic to fire ants like his mother. He went thru this the same day last week! I let him take his shower and he came out as red as a lobster, there were raised bumps all over his body. His hands were swelled up as well as his entire face. His nose looked like the big potatoe nose that he used to tease my sister abt having when she was pregnant. I know at the time it wasn't funny, but now that I think of it, I have never seen Danny look so ugly his whole entire life! Makes me itch like mad thinking about it. I was really worried and told him that we needed to go to the ER. Danny being stubborn, didn't listen, instead he grabbed a bottle cap from a bottle of water and proceeded to scratch himself vigourously. "I need to go to Walgreens to grab some Benadryl." I looked at him and school my head, "You need to go to the ER is what you need to do." "No, no. I'm fine, really," he says as he continues to breathe heavily. Trying to get him to go to the ER didn't work. I was worried because I didn't know how many ants actually attacked him and there might of been more "ant poison" in him than he knew of. What can I say, he is stubborn. So Danny proceeded to jump in the car and drive off to Walgreens where he bought some Benadryl. He got home, took the medication, and stripped down and laid in bed. I kept telling him not to fall asleep yet. I continued to check up on him to make sure that he was breathing. I offered him some dinner that I had made and that I knew that he couldn't pass up, but he told me that he was feeling dizzy. He really worried me. All I wanted to do is take him to the ER to make sure that everything was okay. After a few more times of checking him I found him hunched over the toilet, trying to throw up. I didn't know what was wrong and I felt helpless. He just told me to go and continue to take care of Molly. When I came back and to check up on him again, he had thrown up. Why don't guys listen?? They are just so stubborn sometimes! For the rest of the nite, the swelling decreased and he ate the dinner that I cooked for him. Thank goodness he was okay after all that. Now only if he would remember calling the fuggers that supposedly treated our house and yard for those fire ants.
I think that yesterday was a good busy day. I hung out with my little Molly, who continued to ask over and over again for Barney! I tried to divert her attention by playing with her new kitchen, orreading her books, but somehow, she knows and wants Barney! UGH! It has gotten to the point that I have even memorized some of the songs! How sad is that? But i think that I accomplished a lot yesterday, Did lots of laundry, changed out the sheets, chased after the dogs (they are no longer allowed in any of the bedrooms!0 cleaned the bathroom, cooked a good dinner, took good care of my little girl. I think I am just usually in charge of all the internal shit of the house, Danny is Mr. Green Thumbs and works on the outside.
The other day I was hurt by something that a friend of mine told me. I was actually really really hurt and it brought down my self esteem pretty low. Like I have always told myself, anything that anyone tells me, I always have this knack for twisting them around and turning them into negatives, or maybe things weren't conveyed the way that he wanted to convey them?? Maybe I just take criticism as general attack on me. I am well aware that I have a self esteem issue, it is something that I think that I will have to deal with for the rest of my life, no matter what I do to better myself. But then again, my friend also has a self esteem issue... it's called his height. And I realize that there is nothing that can be done to him to change that and that he has to live in Modern Day America with it. Well, there is that really controversial procedure where they stretch your bones or whatever, but that isn't really an option...And I would kill him if he ever really considered that, but I know he wouldn't. My friend is a great guy and sometimes I just wish that people would get the chance to get to know him so that it would help to open him up. He looks at his height as some type of handicap. I know damn well that he has every capabilitiy to change some people's outlook on the way that they perceive him. I actually know a few people that have the highest self esteem (true to life playas!!) and they are pretty "deficient" in height. I think that there is more to it than what I see in him, I suppose. And I don't know what it's like to be in his shoes. I wish things were easier for him and I just wish that he were happy and content with the way things are going. *Hugs to Kame*
If you look at society today, everything is pretty fucked up. There is this whole view that the typical American has to be beautiful/handsome. I mean, look around... it's all over the place! The magazines, television, movies, newpapers, advertisements, etc. That is why so any people grow up with such low self esteems, all because they don't fall under the category of "beautiful". I know what it is like because I go thru it everyday. I wish I were 60 lbs thinner, I wish I had larger eyes, I wish that my eyes weren't so dark, I wish that I were taller, I wish that my hair wasn't so black (It was a bitch to keep up with that dyeing mess!) I have always just never liked myself, but when it comes down to it, I don't think I would ever chnage anything about myself. I was created from my Mom and Dad . I was born to look like this, there is nothing that I should even think about to change that. I am thankful that I have a beautiful little girl and a loving husband and that they love me unconditionally, that is all that should matter.