tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48861954778265053542011-04-21T13:49:53.154-04:00AKA Jeana's Soapbox. I don't get on here often, but have lots of stuff in the filing cabinet!Mom/CEO (Chief Everything Officer)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090936638331551970noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886195477826505354.post-28383033527969661972008-12-22T11:55:00.006-05:002008-12-22T12:38:20.365-05:00

To the tune of "Oh Christmas Tree" Oh pumpkin plant, oh pumpkin plant, don't you know its winter time.Oh pumpkin plant oh pumpkin plant, how lovely are your....blossoms????October was when Connor planted you. Now what the hell am I going to do!?!Oh pumpkin plant, oh pumpkin plant how lovely are your blossoms.You sun yourself, in my window sill. Don't you know outside is a cold wind chill?Oh

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Michele and I were driving down to Bethesda Sunday when she started talking about a memory from the past. Lyme has messed with my mental wiring, so I cannot tell you what exactly she was talking about - because I was more blown away at the details of her memories. (But I am certain if I call Michele RIGHT NOW and ask her WHAT she was talking about she would be able to tell me!) And I am also

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Okay, so many friends have asked...."how are you feeling?" A slew of questions about my health recently. I didn't realize it is just past the 1 year anniversary of my diagnosis of Lyme. It was a year long battle, too.I think the Lyme is becoming a distant memory (or is it because of the neurological damage to my short term memory?). Or maybe it is because I am 42 and um, getting not so young as

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The following dialog happened as I was having some time with my 5 year old before bedtime.Me: "So what do you want to be when you grow up?" (I ask this every month to see how things change)Son: "A baseball player and a fireman."Me: "So you think you can do both? That might be hard in the summer, don't you think?"Son: "I can do both of them."Me: "Don't you want to do something different?

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As I awoke this morning, I mentally reviewed Sarah Palin's speech from the night before. Went into the bathroom, looked into the mirror and shuddered. No, I didn't shudder because I looked more crappier than normal. I had my standard looks-like-I-was-in-a-hurricane mess on top.I thought:How many women will copy Sarah Palin's pseudo-beehive-faux-bun ponytail thing she does to her hair? How the

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I know. I should be posting something perhaps more recent. CEO's have to clean up smelly garbage from time to time. My Mom has created alot of garbage; a lifetime of it and some most recently. And the shit really stinks. I'll blog the recent garbage she left on my proverbial doorstep sometime, but below you will get a glimpse into the world of pyschotic June Cleaver. Last night I sifted through

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When a Mom - the CEO of the family corporation - gets sick, everything crashes.Well, at least in my house. The laundry doesn't get done, the house doesn't get cleaned, the dog and the frog don't get fed, meals are lousy, I forget all the extra curricular things the kids are supposed to be doing, and soon it looks like someone took a leaf blower to the inside of the house, leaving mountains of

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You might need a new doctor if they can't tell the difference between an artery and a lymph node in your neck.Mine certainly sent me on a terrifying trip to the ENT demanding I have him do biopsies of my lymph nodes and then go get CT scans of my neck. It was NOTHING.When I went back to her and told her to stop acting like I had a million other diseases and to just focus on the Lyme she said "but

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I love Wawa coffee. I know, it probably isn't any different from Sheets or 7-11. But there are so many more flavors and options at Wawa. It tastes so much better than Starbucks. Starbucks rots my stomach; I feel like I am drinking sludge. Wawa, I can stomach it just fine and can completely control what goes into that cup of coffee.I had to challenge my brain the other day. For me to obtain a cup

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