I am being harassed by the NRA

According to my list of received calls on Vonage, the NRA has called me or Rob 18 times in the last 30 days. I have repeatedly asked to be taken off their list. I am not interested in who they think I should vote for and I am most certainly not interested in giving them a lousy penny. I am on the do not call list. Is the NRA calling and reading me a script not included in the do not call list? Is it that hard to make a note next to our number that we have told them 18 times politely and not so politely that we do not want to hear from them? Is it that hard to remove a number from the list? Do they think I am going to change my mind? Truthfully if I didn't disagree with who they think I should vote for in the first place, I would be tempted to head the other direction out of sheer annoyance. There is nothing more annoying than some idiot calling you at 9 pm, unable to properly pronounce Skinner (it's a toughy, I know) to inaudibly read a sheet of paper telling me about the horrors of certain politicians. It is kind of fun to let them go through the list and say 'hey I voted for all of them'.... or even better I told one guy that Hillary Clinton was my aunt (obviously a lie) but so worth it, he stammered said umm a couple times and hung up on me! lol. It was the one and only time I did not get a chance to tell them I did NOT want them to call again.

In all fairness I do not give money to any lobbying organization or politician. But, seriously the NRA? I can safely say they are at the very, very bottom of my influence pool and organizations I would give money to if I had it to give. Tomorrow I have to figure out how to stop this and file a complaint... if I can. One more week and hopefully it will be over but now I am just bitter that they keep calling over and over, and screwing with them got old after the 10th or 11th time.

On a cute note, Saige does not want me to go boat on Tues, because the water is too cold if I were to fall in. I took her last time, but apparently it didn't register. I was going to go while she was in school but I think we will get up extra early so I can take her with me.

Art

I think one of the best things about school so far has been the fun stuff Saige brings home. Plus drawing pictures kept her occupied while I was sick and I love her 'art' work. It was decided long before that in our tiny house it would be quite the feat to hang on to all of them. I will take pictures of them ALL and save a select few. Here are a few, I am considering holding on to the third one despite the lack of space.

I gave her the dry erase markers for the white board, went to the bathroom and returned to this. I managed to get it off his face, getting it off the back of his head, not so easy. It is very obvious through his blond hair too. I can't complain too much, this ranks in the top three of naughty things she has ever done.

fall

No such luck

Saige was still sick this morning, she woke up at 5 calling for me. I went in and she asked me to sit with her, as soon as I sat on the bed she puked on me. We spent the afternoon running around, we went to the doctor who sent us for chest x-rays, a nebulizer and antibiotics. She was such a good girl, she put up no fight and was great for the x-rays. She thought is was pretty cool when she saw them on the computer screen. It looked kinda scary to me, but I am not a doctor and she didn't call so it must not be any worse than she thought. I'll call in the morning, they were closed by the time we made it home.

We were at the medical supply store for over an hour while they called the insurance company and sat on hold. An hour is a LONG time for a sick kid, any kid for that matter, but Saige was terrific. At that point her fever was gone and she was starting to feel a bit better. We waited at the pharmacy for over a half hour, they too had to call on the insurance. grr This totally ticks me off, we pay and outrageous amounts of money every week and yet we have to fight with them over EVERYTHING.

She didn't like the nebulizer (which is actually kind of cute, it's a cow and the case is a barn) at first but after she saw it didn't hurt she was fine and asking for more, lol. She is upset about missing so many days of school, she thinks they will for get her by Monday. It appears Rylan is starting to get sick again. I just can't win.

Now Saige is sick, poor honey. She didn't go to school today, I know she didn't feel good when she didn't put up a fight. She laid in the chair all day and kept telling me she was only a little bit sick, not doctor sick. She didn't complain of anything in particular just said her brain hurt when she drank through a straw, she had/has a slight fever. Hopefully this is the worst of it and she will be better tomorrow.

Unfortunately this leaves only Robby, and he will get it, I am sure. I am not sure I would not prefer to be sick myself twice. He is such a whiner when he is sick, I am already dreading it.

I think the worst part about being sick is I missed the best two weeks out of the year as far as NY scenery goes. The trees are past their prime now, I kept saying I should go out and take pictures of the yard but never found the energy. It's still pretty, but not as pretty as a week ago. It's amazing how cold 58 degrees feels after summer. A 58 degree day in March feels like heaven, we run around in teeshirts thrilled at the prospect of warm weather and days outside yet to come. Now it's just a reminder that it's coming to an end and it will get far far worse before it gets better again, and with the cold comes the fuel oil bill : (

unfair

Still sick : ( It got bad over the long weekend, I ended up going to the ER. They gave me antibiotics and pain killers. Today is the first I have felt even a slight bit better, I feel like maybe I have only been run over a few times. Vaguely somewhere in the back of my mind I seem to remember that at one point in time when I was sick I could call into work and just stay in bed, rest and work on getting better. Instead I get to get worse and worse because I don't get five minutes to sit and rest and I can't call in.

boo-boos and boogers

I am sick, I have been sick, now I am still sick and Rylan has joined me. It's completely thrown off his sleep schedule since he takes an extra nap when he's not feeling well and we are back to point A on the sleep. I think my head my explode, and I want to breathe freely again and I am sick to death of wiping little noses, I don't even like wiping my own nose and here I am on complete booger duty. Between me and the boys I went through a box and a half of tissues, today.

Saige fell off her bed tonight, the poor thing. She was standing on it, making it and while trying to spread the blanket she backed up and tripped over the foot board. She slammed down on her back and railed her head on the door (which due to lack of space is only like three feet away from the end of the bed). I was standing up at the top of the bed because she wanted to do it all by herself. I saw it in slow motion but I couldn't catch her. Of course that was the first thing she said when she toned down the wailing to include words was Why didn't you catch me mommy? I felt so awful, there was no way I could have caught her from where I was, even if I could have moved that fast I would have fallen on toys. I cleaned her room top to bottom last week, put everything away and in less than 5 minutes her and Zailor had it ripped apart including the sheets off the bed. ugh She was fine after about 10 minutes of hysterics and then got down on her own and cleaned up the rest of her toys so no one would get hurt from falling on them. I think she more scared than injured.