Bah. Ugh. Blah.

I am so fucking tired, I'm starting to feel like the walking dead. Dead, I tell you. And I swear, I do believe today was the longest day of my life. I've been home from work for less than an hour and if I blink for too long it'll be time to go back. Sigh.

Friday was Drew's doctor appointment, the doc kept him on Metformin for the Diabetes and since his blood pressure was 160 over 100, he's now on blood pressure medication. His blood panel came back today and there are a couple things that need work (cholesterol, liver enzymes) but, all in all, my mom said it wasn't as bad as she feared it would be.

Cameron hasn't called me yet this week (yes, I know, it's only Monday) and I miss the little monster something fierce! I hate when he goes away like this. But, because of the lack of respect she showed me and the numerous lines Drew's mother crossed, I am consoling myself with knowing that this is the last time my Cameron will be away from me for this ridiculous amount of time.

"Girls Night" was wonderful! We had taco's, watched "The Italian Job" and munched on brownies while playing "Clue". And the rest of the weekend was nothing to complain about either.

The rest of this week will more than likely be busy--I have to put on my "Third Person" hat and try to work myself out of the mess that is my second submission for the next ST Anthology and other random things but since we're coming close to the end of hell that was July, I've decided the best thing to do is just grin and bear it.

And that's all. I'm off to read, I was going to don that hat tonight but it's too late and my mind is tired.

Happy Birthday, Nina!

I hope it's beautiful, gorgeous!!

Thank the Gods it's Friday!

It's been a bit, huh? I've meant to drop in a few times over the last couple weeks to say "what's up" but, well, I didn't. Time just seems to get away from me lately, it's actually running neck and neck with money these days. Sigh.

It's been a perfectly unpleasant few weeks in my world. I'm pushing for August to get here already because July has straight sucked.

On Tuesday the 3rd I got a call from Drew while I was standing in line at the bank, he'd been struggling with a nasty fever since Sunday and though that wasn't getting any better, it was his leg that was worrying him. As much as he detests doctors, he felt it was time to seek medical advice. Our doctor was out of town until the 11th so the Emergency Room was really our only choice. I drove back to work, shut everything down and headed off to scoop him up.

The ER was unusually quiet that evening (thank the gods) and we were registered, through triage, back in a room and conversing with a doctor in under twenty minutes. Drew's leg did look bad, the skin was mottled, swollen and badly inflamed from his ankle to just above his knee. The doctor pretty much knew right from the start that it was cellulitis but they took blood and X-rays and ran their tests. It was the diabetes (Drew's sugar was a bit over 330) that forced the doctor to admit him. So they wheeled Drew up to the 3rd floor, got him settled in a room and I sat with him until they finally kicked me out because it was past visiting hours.

We (my mom, Christie, Sarah, Cameron, Drew and myself) were supposed to spend the 4th at the beach picnicing and whatnot until it was time for fireworks. But, with Drew in the hospital, the day didn't go as planned. I couldn't (or wouldn't) let Drew sit all alone in a hospital while we were off enjoying the holiday so I sent Cameron with my mom, Christie and Sarah to beach it as planned and I headed out to spend the day with Drew. I stopped and bought him a sketch pad and some pencils, picked up his favorite magazine from the bookstore and some lunch at Baja Fresh (he hates hospital food) and we just spent the day talking and watching TV. And, since his "roommate" was released earlier in the day, we opened the curtains in his room and managed to catch some fireworks too.

They kept Drew until Friday, dosing him with tons of IV antibiotics, insulin and sugar pills. He's still on the sugar pills (the insulin will need to be discussed with his doctor, he has an appointment this morning) and oral antibiotics for his leg, which isn't completely healed but looks a LOT better. So all is as well as it can be there.

Cameron left with his grandparents (Drew's parents) on Friday the 13th to spend a few weeks in High Springs. I was going to be at work when they came to pick him up so I wouldn't be there to explain his "Behavior Program" or the "Behavior Chart" we've been doing with him. Because Cameron's psychologist explained that it was imperative he continue the program as he normally would at home I tried to explain it to Mara over the phone a couple evenings before they were to come and get him but she was completely disinterested so I asked my dad to explain it to her before they left.

And he tried, he really did, but Drew's mother cut him off with her snotty "I-know-everything" attitude and told my dad that, and I quote, "I've never had a problem when Cameron is with me, he behaves perfectly. Children will behave how they're taught to behave and if you teach them to behave well, they will. I'll take her chart but I don't know that I'll do anything with it." Needless to say, I wasn't happy with what I considered a blatant "fuck you" and decided that I'd call her myself and if she didn't listen and agree to do what I asked we'd just come and pick Cameron up. We, Drew and I, tried to reach her over the weekend because we knew she'd be in Miami visiting family until Sunday but, of course, we couldn't get ahold of her.

She called me on Monday afternoon when they reached High Springs (when, I'm figuring, she knew picking him up would be a bitch for us since it's six hours away as opposed to one) and again I tried to calmly explain it all to her. It didn't go well. AT ALL. In short, she told me I'm a bad parent, I treat Cameron like a heathen and not a human being so it's no wonder he behaves for me the way he does, I've never been smart enough to listen to her and take advantage of her vast "experience" as a parent because if I had I wouldn't be having any troule with Cameron, I'm wasting my money on this stupid psychiatrist (I didn't bother to explain it's a psychologist not a psychiatrist) because if I'd just listen to her and learn to how to parent correctly there wouldn't be any need for one. Oh, there's more but you get the point.

Well, let me tell you, I'm NOT going to take that shit from ANYONE least of all someone who doesn't deign to bother herself with Cameron until she's ready to see him which is no more than once or twice a year. I've done everything I can to make Cameron happy and to get him the help he needs and I absolutely will not tolerate having everything I've done thrown back in my face like it's nothing. So the calm I began the conversation with went straight out the window and I got unquestionably rude and more than a bit nasty with her. And when I was done, I had Drew call her and since neither of them particularly like the other that conversation wasn't pleasant for her either. I can't bring myself to care.

In the end, we didn't drive the six hours to pick Cameron up because she assured Drew that she'd do as we asked. But, seeing as every time she's had him call since it's been Niel (Drew's brother) who puts Cameron on the phone, I don't believe her and I are on speaking terms. Again, I can't bring myself to care. The really sad thing to me is, all this bullshit was over a simple piece of paper. Though that simple piece of paper has done more to help Cameron than I could possibly explain, she didn't have to agree with the concept or the program, all she really had to do was let the child put the stars on the chart at night before bed so he wouldn't lose the small sense of control that chart has helped him achieve.

Anyway, it's Friday and since Cameron's been away my mom, Christie and I have turned Friday into "Girls Night"--movies and popcorn and games and dessert. Last Friday it was "The Day After Tomorrow" and "Don't Say a Word" with ice cream and cupcakes. I'm not sure what movies we'll watch tonight but I know there'll be tacos, a game of "Clue" and brownies--yum.

I hope you all have a fun night and an equally as pleasant weekend.

Picture Time.

Just Shy of Kid Friendly.

How about yours?

Now, my other blog is a different story altogether but, seeing as we're in PG-Land, we won't talk about that here.

The Great Eight.

For my Evan.

1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.

2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

3. People who are tagged must make a post about their eight things and post these rules.

4. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

5. Don't forget to leave them each a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.


1. I started my (un)illustrious career as an author writing free fan fiction about a certain blue eyed blonde rapper who, for various reasons, makes me all hot and bothered.

2. I'm a sucker for various charity's. I can never give as much as I'd like, financially or physically, but if I'm able to give something I will. I also rarely pass up tossing a little money at the sign carrying homeless that appear on random corners worldwide but I have a particular soft spot for the ones who are honest. For instance, the one I saw last week who's sign read, "Why Lie? I want a beer."

3. I'm what they like to call a packrat, I save just about EVERYTHING, particularly if it came from someone special--wrapping paper, bows, cards, letters, e-mails, mailing labels, etc., etc., etc.

4. Though I've only had a limited number of lovers and only a couple that were satisfying, I'm a fairly good lover (ah, that slight ego I was gifted with is showing again).

5. My Cameron was going to be named Cameron no matter what his sex ended up being, only, if he'd been of the female variety, it would've been Kamryn.

6. I have a ridiculous weakness for those Thin Mints the Girl Scouts sell once a year or so. I could eat box after box after box which is exactly why I avoid those girls like the plague when they're out selling their wares.

7. I'm not a big fan of summer, I hate the heat and the suffocating mugginess (blah), I much prefer late fall/winter. Which, seeing as I happen to live in horridly muggy Florida where it's pretty much always hellaciously hot, doesn't make much sense.

8. When I was very young up on through high school I was convinced that I wanted to be a stage actress. I attended Fort Lauderdale Children's Theater and took Drama and American Musical Theater classes all through school because I was sure that's what I was meant to do but I didn't do it. In hindsight, I realize it probably would've never worked, I'm much too shy for the stage.


No tags but if you're wanting to do it, by all means, do.

Happy 4th of July!

Well, my mom is on her way to pick up Cameron to take him to the beach for the 4th and I'm headed to the hospital to sit with Drew (the horrid sickness that started on Sunday ended up not being the flu at all. It appears he has cellulitis that's quickly spread from his ankle to up past his knee and isn't healing quickly because his immune system is compromised due to the full-blown diabetes we didn't know he had).

Anyway, I hope you and yours all have a positively lovely holiday.

I got a sunburn this weekend!

It's so annoying! And, in a couple days, the peeling will start. Ugh.

Anyway, all in all, it was a pretty okay weekend. No movies, which was a bummer because I really wanted to see "Live Free or Die Hard" (have I ever mentioned that I'm a huge "Die Hard" fan?). But, movies aside, we all had a good time.

The memorial for Robins mother was this Saturday, since she insisted she didn't want any fuss when her time came, it was short--a moment of silence and the reading of a poem. After which, he commenced with his annual 4th of July celebration, in her honor, so there was a lot of food and fireworks.

Plus, there are two ATV's and one dirtbike so we (Christie, Sarah, Drew, Cameron and myself) did a whole lot of riding and a bit of racing too. Christie and I took control of the bigger ATV (she was driving) and challenged Drew and Cameron, who were on the dirtbike, to a friendly race. They won but it was a lot of fun. I took pictures but since I left my digital camera in Okeechobee I won't be sharing them with you just yet.

Family drama aside (of which there was plenty, especially considering the fact that the final divorce papers for my mom and Robin were delivered that morning--sigh), it was a perfectly pleasant day.

Drew came down with some kind of flu and woke up horridly sick on Sunday, he was burning up and achy and miserable so Cameron and I spent the day tending to him. I took him home last night so he wouldn't have to get up this morning when I left for work and he wasn't looking well, I hope he's feeling a bit better today.

And that's all really, it's Monday and back to work for me. I hope you all had a lovely weekend.