Why these teeth?

Ok, I’m a lucky mommy.  Kyle started teething at around three months.  The first two weren’t that bad, some drooling, a tiny fever and hardly much fuss.  After that we’d just notice he had new teeth.  No muss, no fuss, no horror stories.  Hell, even his molars were easy sauce.  But his two bottom eye teeth are causing muss and fuss.  He’s not napping, he’s fussy and just a plain bear with them.  Why those two teeth?

Sen Ted Kennedy RIP

While I would never say he and I agreed on how to solve most issues, Sen. Kennedy will be missed.

Sen. Ted Kennedy dead at 77.

Dear Logtech

Dear Logtech and other manufactures of computer head sets,

On behalf of other female gamers and anyone else without a pumpkin head, I am requesting that to either make your behind the head set either adjustable or in a smaller size.

Yes, I’m a gamer but I don’t like the smashed hair line on the top of my head. The traditional adjustable ones also make me feel like I’m working in a call center. I don’t, BTW.

And for the love of goodness, please don’t make and market a “gamer girls” version in pink and sparkles. I am a gamer not a 12 year old girl.

Dear Drug Rep

Dear Drug Rep for a major pharmaceutical company,

I realize the game has changed since the first of the year. I also realize that a free lunch is a perk that I’m not entitled to.

I must respond to an explanation you gave about why you’ll buy lunch for therapists, PHD’s and the clerical staff but not billing. Or as you said “my boss would ask me what book keeping does for me/us”.

I am not an accountant nor do I work in book keeping. Never have. I work for the billing department. I realize that all those Kaplin college ad’s make you think anyone can just spend a few weeks learning the ropes then have a rewarding and lucrative career but most days the job can’t be done by anyone who walks through the door.

As for what we do for you? Well we keep those doctors who prescribe your meds employed. You see, we not only bill claims, we fix them, post them, get people to pay bills and credential the providers. This includes the MD’s. In fact we make sure their DEA number is valid year after year. Without that the Doc’s can’t prescribe Ambian, Adderall and other meds.

I realize the girls in the office are the gate keepers and that you know them on a first name basis, but the ladies that are kept in the basement are just as important to your relationship with the MD’s as they are. Without us they’d go out of business.

I resent the implication that we are somehow less important simply because we can’t get you through the door.

So long, we won’t miss ya

Politico is reporting that Gov. Doyle will not be running for Governor next term.  The announcement is set for Monday, but let’s see what the weasel has to say then.

Memories of yesterday.

My old high school theater teacher is now on Facebook!  Diana Hegel, or DH as we always called her, was one of those teachers that you just liked.  It could have been that she always expected us to rise to the level of how things were done in the professional theater, it may have been that she actually respected us.   Or possibly it was her knack of making us all see ourselves as a group, a team.  No matter the reason she was a teacher all the kids, not just the drama jocks, adored.

DH has been a busy bee, posting all her cast photos going back to her first year teaching, including some pictures I’m sure Eric Szmanda would rather her burn.

Looking back on those old cast photos has been a lot of fun, seeing those old faces that now look so young I realize just what kids we were.

I wish I could say the trip down memory lane has been all fun for me, but some old insecurities loom after all these years.  When I look at the cast photos I’m there with the girls, but I can see I’m not a part of them.  I realize, I never really was.  Sure, we all hung out but often times I was excluded from  the parties.  At the time I always acted like I didn’t much care, but of course I did.

What still sticks the worst though, is my senior year.  I never got on stage, or really in the crew.  I wasn’t cast or crewed in the One Act that went to Steven’s Point that year.  I didn’t get into the fall play and for the spring I was the house manager.  That mean I showed up on read through and opening night.  I never asked DH why, still won’t for that matter.  I knew then it was because I didn’t fit.  I hate to say it, but after that year I stopped auditioning except one last shot in college when I tried out for the student one acts.  Once again I wasn’t cast in one role.  I’ve not been on the stage since then.

I realized, yeah I might not be a terrible actress/singer.  I may have some modicum of talent but what I lacked was the heart to keep pushing through all the no’s.  I’m not laying my feelings on my Senior year but I can say that was the beginning of the end for my theater days.  I miss it sometimes with all my heart.  Looking at those photos I can smell the make up, slightly musty odor and heavy cake feel.  I feel the shot of adrenalin on opening night and the swell of pride for curtain call.  Those things just don’t make up for the sense that I was still an outsider at something I loved.  That feeling of looking in has been with me my whole life, even before high school.  Of course as an adult I don’t get angsty or maudlin over it, just the same though, sometimes I just wish I could pick up a script one last time.

A wish come true!

Yesterday Kyle and I packed up the car and drove out to visit Aunt Val’s.  Thursday was Libby’s first birthday and Val and Steph had a few people over to wish her well.  Not that she really noticed except people were gushing over her and giving her all sorts of attention and what 1 year old can hate that?

As I pulled out on the road I threw in the Kids Bop CD that we’d gotten from McDonald’s.  I honestly dislike a lot of today’s bubblegum pop and intensely dislike it sung by kids and done in a weird make your own CD at the mall sort of way.  But I figured it’s geared for kids right, and Kyle is starting to like music.  His reaction was to stare out the window in boredom and since he wasn’t digging it I flipped it off and turned on the radio.  Offspring’s Keep ‘em Separated was on and in the mirror I have to see him while I’m driving I watched as he started to bogey in his seat, then he started to ’sing’ along.

Be still my heart, is he digging Alt Rock?  Joy!  When that song was over I switched to another station, This time Queen’s We are the Champion’s was playing.  The.  Same.  Reaction.  My year and a half year old has good taste in music!  I mean, he still digs Backyardagain’s tunes but, holy moley he likes actual music!  The more guitar the better to his mind.

Next up we’ll try some Skynard.

Like I needed this

So, I now have an app that allows me to post from my Blackberry. Like I really needed that freedom. I’m not saying I don’t like it, just that I don’t need it.

It was a week while Jason was gone. On Monday at work I had a misquote bit on my shin driving me up a wall. By Monday night a large red patch was painful and swollen.

So off to the doc where I got some antibiotics.

Wednesday, ok. Thursday, painful but those meds! Friday, a check up and change in meds. Saturday I paged my doc because I was getting a little worried. I’ve paged her one other time in all the years I’ve been seeing her.

Sunday morning the redness was spreading and my ankle was swollen. I paged my doc and her words were “shit Dana, I’ve gotta admit you”.

So my parents took Kyle and then drove me to the hospital. Can I say it was a blast? No, because it wasn’t. I mean, Dr. Sukowaty rocks and but having to see her teathered to an IV is so beyond not fun.

The IV worked and she was able to send me home Monday. The leg looks ages better but it still looks gross. Of course if I could shave that area it might look nicer.