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(August 22nd -28th)

1. Day #3 of my mom’s 3-week visit, and I caught her snooping through my fridge. Where she proceeded to yell at me for not throwing out expired food. *Arghhh* I like to wait for trash day!

2. I CANNOT eat lobster if I’ve seen it alive.  Looking at me. Through a fish tank.

3. Same with crab.

4. And fish.

5. But I’m cool with shrimp.

6. And I love eating them all.

7. I am quickly remembering some of the reasons why I wanted to runaway from home when I was 15.

8. I am seeing a new girlie doctor tomorrow for my annual check up.  I’ve seen so many ob/gyn’s in recent years because of moving, I think there’s now over 2 dozen professionals out there who’ve seen it all.

9. Babisodes’ birthday is this weekend.  I have not finished her birthday gift, yet.  I don’t think I’ll be sleeping for the next few days.

10. I have no idea what I’m posting for her birthday. I am drowning in visitors and family gatherings right now.  Will I get the “World’s Worst Mom Award” for posting- Happy 3rd Birthday?

11. I am in desperate need of some alone time.  Just silence.  Last night while everyone was in bed, I tip-toed into the kitchen and ate leftover Chinese food.  In the dark. By myself. Straight from the take out box.

12. “Trying” every month is becoming very frustrating.  I can’t help but feel as if there is something wrong.

13. I think Aunt Flo is coming to visit…again.

(my kindergarten yearbook photo)

Not even one year has passed since Babisodes last came down with a nasty illness. This week it appears that she’s contracted a similar viral strain she had last year. The virus manifests as a grotesque, highly contagious skin infection. And last year, nearly everyone in our house was laid out.

My medical opinion believes she’s caught another bout of ‘Stickeritis.’

Here are some of the presenting signs and symptoms from last year.

Slightly raised, non-itchy colorful marks started on her face and then spread to her feet.

This family member, too ashamed to show his face, also fell prey to the illness.

Furry, stuffed creatures were dropping like flies! Our home turned into an adhesive infirmary I tell you.

This year, the strain appears to be slightly different. The spots are larger, and more evenly spread.

I’m hoping the adhesions wear off soon, or else a heavy dose of Goo Gone will be in order.

My skin is starting to feel a bit sticky already!

p.s. Sorry for the cheese ball post. I’m knee deep in “…but Grandma said I could have… another piece of cake,… 5 more minutes to play,… a convertible!!!” I better be around to see Babisodes have children of her own,… so I can ruin them.