Which god did we piss off?
Posted on August 09, 2010
Incoming whine, you’ve been warned… 
This summer has been a horrible one for planning anything, from camping trips to special occasions, anything that requires our health and time has just been a nightmare. Either myself, Dale or one of the kids have had some sort of health issue bothering us when we make plans, plans being anything from going to a baseball game to going to the doctor on time. We’ve been sick to our stomachs and thrown out our shoulders, knees or backs from doing nothing special, hit major half hour – out of our way detours when traveling, every camping trip rained out, our daughter sick for her 1st birthday, our son broken out in hives on the day we were to go visit friends for their business opening, the list goes on and on. I’m getting so I dread making any plans, which really sucks because I really LIKE to travel and entertain. But what’s the point when most times it’s so stressful? I don’t expect things to be stress-free, but good god, does it really have to be THIS bad? A little balance here please, oh mighty planning/travelling god…
Rant off… 
Time marches on…
Posted on July 23, 2010
Things have been going well in the Frampton household. Last weekend we took a trip down to Whitewater for my Mom’s 80th birthday and also got to visit with the Arnolds and my cousin Laura from “down South”. It was lots of fun, and the kids ate up all the attention. Nessa is becoming a little showoff, you can tell she likes to be the center of attention. Of course, Ronan’s always been that way…
It’s been a wet & rainy summer this year, which has put a crimp in camping, along with the mosquitos. Thankfully we don’t have any more camping trips planned until September. I really hope we get a dry, cool Fall after all this wet sogginess. Strangely enough, our basement has managed to stay mostly dry during this wet season, which is highly unusual. I don’t know what’s changed, but I guess we’ll take it! Now if it would just stop raining long enough to cut the forest that is our lawn…
My job is going quite well. I wish I could put in a few more hours, both because I’m finding it fun and the extra moolah is quite nice. Perhaps that will be possible in the Fall once Ronan is off to 4k in the afternoons. The only downside is hauling the kids to the drop-in daycare at the Y twice a week. It takes me 2 1/2 – 3 hours to get myself and the kiddos up, dropped off and off to the cafe to work. Seems like an awful waste of time that could be spent making money, so we’re in the market for a babysitter to come to the house. I suspect the job would be ideal for a college student, since we’d be able to work with a changing school schedule and such. If anyone can recommend someone for a couple mornings (7:45am – 1pm-ish) a week, please send them my way.
My little girl has decided she wants absolutely nothing to do with bottles anymore. She sure has made it easy in the weaning department. It’s hard to believe that my little girl will be 1 year old in a couple weeks. This year just flew by!
Really??
Posted on July 07, 2010
Warning: Incoming whine…
So we decided to take the kids to the local zoo this afternoon. You’d think that task in itself would not be a monumental event. However, for us, it was a battle between good and evil…
First off, after lunch, I realize that I didn’t have my wallet. I searched high and low for it, no go. I swore I put that thing in the car where we left. In the process of looking for it, Nessa’s balloon from Red Robin bumped into a sign and came off the string and blew away, which means we had two kids fighting over who got to hold the one remaining balloon. Nessa was louder about it, so she won. I drove back home, scanning the streets in case I left it on top of the Blazer and it fell off. Got all the way home with no sign of it, so I went it and there it was sitting on the counter. Bleh…
So we get to the zoo, and it’s humid. I mean, it’s like “rainforest dripping from every exposed piece of skin, glasses fogging, hair curling, swimming through every breath” humid. After about an hour I couldn’t take it anymore and we needed to take a reprieve in some a/c. Luckily we had that option in one of the cafes. The zoo in itself wasn’t THAT bad, other than swimming through it, and we couldn’t get the giraffes to come over so we could feed them (I suspect the squealing baby had something to do with that), and a number of the animals were hiding in their cool hidey holes. The real fun started on that way home…
It started to rain as we were leaving (imagine that, more rain…), so we get the kids buckled in and remember that we’re nearly out of gas. So we drive to the nearest Shitco, and I get out to start filling up when I realize that the locking gas cap won’t unlock. As I started wrestling with it, it started pouring, we’re talking horizontal rain so drenching that even overhead canopy and umbrella was not protecting us. This torrential rain continued through the 20 minutes that we (meaning myself, Dale and the gas station attendant) attempted to dislodge the beast, when it finally gave up the ghost. Whew, we can fill up now! So I go to fill up, and my card wouldn’t work. Um, huh? I know there’s money on there, what’s up with that? So Dale goes into the store and they tell us the card readers cannot talk to the main system, so it can’t scan the card. So we opt to pay inside, finally got gas into the vehicle and I headed in to pay (remember it’s still pouring rain). I get inside, and as soon as I’m at the counter, their computer locked up, can’t check me out (does that mean it’s free? They weren’t amused…). They tried their other computer, which was having issues all of it’s own, unable to talk to the pumps, but can do everything else. So I stand there waiting to get checked out for another 5 minutes while their computer reboots. Eventually they got it working and we’re on our way. By this time, Nessa was super cranky and hungry and screeching her ear-piercing shriek and we’re counted the minutes until we pulled into our driveway. While on the way, I can’t find my wallet, again… Came to discover I was sitting on it, after of course I called the gas station and asked if it was there. Argh…
I need a drink or two, or five…
*drip drip drip*
Posted on July 06, 2010
I did a lot of that the last couple weekends. It’s been par for the course each time we’ve attempted to go camping this season; rain, humidity, more rain, more humidity, thunderstorms, more rain, wind, more rain, did I mention rain? It’s Wisconsin, I expect the humidity, but I think I was spoiled by the loverly weather we had last summer and was disillusioned into thinking that camping might be pleasant this year. But alas, that hasn’t been the case. We’re fortunate enough to have a pop-up camper, so it’s not like we’re in a tent that’s about to take flight when the wind picks up, but it does get quite hot in there, even with all the windows open (which I will mention that you can’t do when it’s pouring buckets outside) and the fans going. Over the 4th, we attempted a trip to Door Co. which resulted in much hotness and a very crabby teething baby. The women’s showers were so packed that there was still a line to take one at 10pm, and by then the water heater was 100% empty which resulted in the most antarctic of showers I have ever taken. I mean, Lake Michigan is warmer if that gives you any comparison. You’d think after dripping all day it would be welcome, but it actually burned any part of me that was under it for more than 10 seconds, it was THAT cold…
So yeah, this is a whiney bitchy venty post. I’m trying not to let it shape my views on camping in Wisconsin in summer, but I will say I’m glad we aren’t taking any more trips until September…
With the bad comes from good (or the good comes the bad?)
Posted on June 16, 2010
The doctor called last night with the results of my thyroid biopsy. She says the results were “inconclusive”, which means I know no more than I did before the biopsy. When I asked her “now what?”, her response was that not all biopsies come back with definite answers so there’s a 5% chance that there could be cancerous cells in there. Her suggestion was to refer me to a surgeon to discuss removing the nodule portion of the thyroid. Surgery? Really? For something that has a 95% chance of not needing it? Isn’t that a bit extreme? I can’t remember exactly what she said the test results actually said, so when I get the results in the mail I’m gonna take it to another doctor for a second opinion on the subject. I did read online that only 75% of biopsies come back with a conclusive result. I really don’t want to go through another surgery, that’d be the third in the last 12 months… 
On a happier note, I was recently offered and accepted a part-time job as a network engineer for a small company out of Green Bay. The job offers flexible hours/scheduling and working remote, which should work really well for us. Between Grandma and the YMCA drop-in daycare, we should be in good shape for part-time child care that won’t break us, and still have enough time each week to take care of things around here. We’ve done a lot in the last several months to learn how to better manage our money, so hopefully we can keep it up. At least we’ll be able to continue to make meals at home, which is good cuz I’d hate to have learned how to cook for nothing.
This weekend we’re having our second drum circle for the summer, or should I say the first since no one showed up for the first one… I hope we have at least a few people show (weather permitting). I’d really like to see things a little more active in the community than it has been. There seems to be a lot of pagans out there, but it seems to be tough to get more than a few of them in one place at one time…
We’ll also be hitting the Faerie Festival at Thistledown on Saturday (again, weather permitting). I was hoping to make Nessa some faerie wings and some dragon wings for Ronan beforehand, but I’m doubting I will have time, unless I can talk Dale into watching the kids after dinner to I can hit the craft store.
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