I know I need to post everyday, so here is a quick one.  I am sick.  Like fever, throw up sick.  I am getting back into bed.

The kid’s behavior lately has been ridiculous and totally out of control. Ashton just flat out tells me no for everything and Kaiden throws tantrums or pouts and could care less if we are in public or not. Today, after dance class, I tried to stop by the grocery store to grab some lunch meat for sandwiches.  Kaiden said that she did not want to go to the store, and proceeded to have a full on meltdown in the deli section. It was so bad that we just left without getting anything. When we got home I told her to go to her room and shut the door and the fighting with me continued, to the point that I was ready to pop her butt, except that was no good cause she basically laughed in my face. I am at my wits end!!!  So, that leads me to today’s poll, please vote and if you have words of wisdom, by all means, please leave them in the comments!

Last night at approximately 2:00am I was woken up by a headbutt to my forehead above my left eye.  Ashton in a half-asleep haze, sat straight up, then came crashing back down hitting his head onto my head, mumbled “Uh, sawy mommy,” then rolled over and went back to sleep (lets not get into why my three year old was sleeping with me right now, as that is not what this post is about - focus people).

I don’t know how to accurately describe the amount of pain I was in.  The second that he hit my head, I had no time to decide if the pain was great enough that it warranted crying, as tears were already streaming down my face.  I sat up and held my hand over my forehead and immediately started feeling nauseous and had to go to the bathroom, where I proceeded to get sick.  My head was honestly throbbing and sending shooting pains upwards into the back of my skull and downwards into my eye socket.  I then spent the next two hours sitting up and forcing myself to stay up and watch TV, in case it was in fact a concussion, so that I did not die in my sleep.  At 4:15, I finally drifted off, just to be woken up by the alarm at 5:30.

I had a headache for most of the day, but oddly enough, no bruise.  It feels really bruised though.  I cannot touch my forehead without a lot of pain, and I cannot crinkle my eyes without it hurting - but no marks!  Now I am left with only one question: How in the HELL do you get THAT hurt in the middle of the night, while in a dead sleep?

I was tagged by my buddy Daniel for the “IT” meme.  Have I introduced you guys to Daniel?  I met him through Betty and he is absolutely fabulous!!!  Go check him out - I swear to god he finds the best websites on the www!  Basically I have to list ten random, yet interesting facts about myself and then I have to tag ten other people to do the same!  I have done one similar to this a while back where I had to list six facts, so I will re-list those six for anyone who missed them and come up with four more, sound good?  Great!  So I will not keep you in suspense any longer:

1. I wear flip flops all year long (black reef flip flops). I wear them at home and at work. I own “flip-flop socks” for the winter time. I keep a pair of socks and boots in my car in case I have to go to a jobsite. I have bartered with my boss so that I can wear them to work. My daughter is starting to act the same damn way!
2. If it did not pose a health risk, I could seriously live off of Skittles and Pepsi. In fact, if someone invented Skittles flavored Pepsi - I would probably combust from my excitement. Combust a sticky rainbow of fruit flavors, that is!
3. If I get poison ivy, I get it so bad that I usually require heavy doses of steroids and hospitalization. Somehow, I usually always end up getting it on my face and looking like Freddy Krueger (which my sister and brother love and my mother will not be seen in public with). I am so sensitive to it, that I can contract it if someone is burning leaves and burn some poison ivy and I happen to walk through the smoke.
4. I think I have said this before, but during meals, I eat only one thing at a time until it is finished. For example, I would eat all my mashed potatoes, then all of my broccoli, then all my meat. I never mix it up. I have always eaten like this.
5. Maybe I’ve told you this one too. I cannot drink out of glasses, only plastic cups. For some reason a glass makes my drink taste funny to me and if there are more than three ice cubes, I need a straw. I cannot stand sipping out of a drink and have to fight with the damn ice to get the drink in my mouth!
6. As loud mouthed and open as I am, I cannot crap while my husband is around (or anyone for that matter). When we were first dating, I would make up excuses to go to the store or home if I had to go. Now, I wait till he leaves the house. If I cannot wait, I definitely sneak upstairs quietly and hope he does not notice. If he does notice, he does not let me live it down. He thinks it is hilarious that I am so embarrassed by it and will stand outside the door the whole time I am in there shouting “What are you doing? Hmmm, what? Are you poopin in there? Are you crappin? Huh, what are you doing?” He will probably do this till the day I die (which will look real cute at the nursing home).
7. When I was in high school, I did not like smoking pot with a group of people, because I HATED the way people’s lips looked while taking bong hits.  I did not mind smoking a joint or a bowl with some friends, but if it was bong hits that everyone was doing, I either declined, or took the bong in the bathroom, so I could do it without anyone watching.  But all in all, pot was not my drug of choice…it made me all paranoid and thinking that everyone was talking about me and calling me fat, then I would go home and eat like a whole cheesecake or pan of rice crispy treats and then I really was fat!!!
8. When I was in Junior High, I dated a guy for like two years, on and off.  I would sneak out of my house at least three nights a week and ride my bike to go meet up with him on the golf course we lived next to.  He and I would spend the entire night hanging out and making out.  I am amazed to this day that I did not get caught doing it, and that I actually functioned in school during the day on as little sleep as I got.
9. When I was fifteen, a bunch of friends threw me a hotel birthday party.  We all stayed the night drinking and doing other stuff…  In the morning, someone called the police on us.  When the police got there, they cuffed me and two others and made us sit in the back of the car until our parents came.  When my mom got there, she told me go sit in the car and wait until she was done talking to the police.  Instead, I sat on the curb and lit up a cigarette.  I figured that I was in about as much trouble as I could possibly be in, so that was as good a time as ever to also let her know I smoked!
10. I once drank so much Tequila during a round of speed quarters, chasing it with Michelob’s, that I had to be taken to a medical facility in Nags Head, NC and put on an IV and oxygen and given all kinds of vitamins and other stuff to help me out.  Tequila oozed from my pores for an entire week.  I will have to post about this night later!

I am tagging all my fellow 365 posting buddies and anyone else that wants to play along!

Last night I was going over the finances and reconciling them in Quicken, when I realized Todd’s check was not showing up as being deposited on Friday.  I called him and asked if he had made it to the bank on Friday and assured me that he did.  His company does not offer Direct Deposit, so he has to go deposit his check every Friday.  So I sat on hold this morning forever waiting to talk to a live voice and low and behold, they have lost his check - JUST GREAT!!!

So now, his company has to put a stop payment on the check and issue another one, which is a huge pain in the ass and is time consuming.  I really cannot think of a better week for this to happen, since he is scheduled for some dental surgery on Friday that is going to be at least $500 out of pocket and is due at the time of the appointment.  SWEET!!!