The other day I took Bella to see her dentist for her bi-annual teeth cleaning. My sister was also there with my 14 year old nephew who was getting his braces fixed – that’s a whole other story, but let’s just say “Who chews on a nickel? Really?” When Bella was called back my nephew was walking out. She got all excited and was trying to give Tony a hug. Then she turns to the dental hygienist and says, “That’s my cousin, Tony. Do you want to know what we call him?”
“Yeah”, said the hygienist.
“We call him Tony Bologna.” The hygienist chuckled as she led us to our cube. After the hygienist cleaned Bella’s teeth the dentist came in. He started mentioning that she may need braces in the future and that he does orthodontics also. I replied that I knew that because my nephew, Tony, was one of his patients.
The dental hygienist turns to Bella and says, “Tell him what you call Tony.”
Bella gets silent for a moment and suddenly she blurts out, “STUPID! That’s what we call him!” We all start laughing and the hygienist points out that that was not what she told her on the way in. Bella looks at us and says, “Well, that’s what Aunt Tina calls him.”
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
RIKKI
Rikki “The Bastard” Tikki Tavi Martin Davis, 13 (91 in cat years), our beloved cat, used up the last of his nine lives on Wednesday February 11, 2009. Rikki was adopted when he was two years old by Racheall and Doug Martin. In 2003, he went to live with The Davis Family when Racheall developed severe allergies to cats. Rikki was an adventurous spirit and an awesome attack cat who was never content to sit still and be petted. He had many adventures during his lifetime. A few months after he moved with his family to Maryland, he disappeared for three months. Fearing the worst, his family thought they would never see him again, until they received a phone call from a woman who lived on a horse farm 25 miles away. Rikki had been found along the highway and was taken to the horse farm where he became very comfortable and was reluctant to return home.
Rikki ran the household using fear as his weapon. Those who knew him, knew that he had claws like razors and could slice your legs in a heartbeat if he felt like it. He used his weapon to corral the neighborhood dogs and to catch rodents living near the stream. Still, he could be a very loving cat when he wanted to, fluffing your belly and drooling while he was petted, but when he had had enough you knew. Rikki was a loner. He liked to hang out around the neighborhood only returning for food and water and the occasional touch from his people.
Rikki is survived by his people Tony, Cody, Olivia Davis, and Isabella Martin.
Rikki asked that he be cremated fearing that his people’s dog would dig him up if he were ever buried. A Memorial Service will be held on Sunday February 15, 2009 at the Davis Residence (2673 Melville Dr).
Rikki ran the household using fear as his weapon. Those who knew him, knew that he had claws like razors and could slice your legs in a heartbeat if he felt like it. He used his weapon to corral the neighborhood dogs and to catch rodents living near the stream. Still, he could be a very loving cat when he wanted to, fluffing your belly and drooling while he was petted, but when he had had enough you knew. Rikki was a loner. He liked to hang out around the neighborhood only returning for food and water and the occasional touch from his people.
Rikki is survived by his people Tony, Cody, Olivia Davis, and Isabella Martin.
Rikki asked that he be cremated fearing that his people’s dog would dig him up if he were ever buried. A Memorial Service will be held on Sunday February 15, 2009 at the Davis Residence (2673 Melville Dr).
Monday, February 9, 2009
VEILED INSULTS
I just started working out again after a 10 year hiatus – that’s what I like to call it! Last week was my first week of working out.
On my third day I was in the locker room getting ready to take a shower when this heavy girl comes up to me and asks, “How did your work out go?” I told her it had gone great. Then she says, “I used to be as big as you, then I lost 80 lbs.”
I stood there stunned before I could mumble out a not very enthusiastic, “Good for you.” She proceeded to tell me how it took her over a year to lose weight then continued talking about how she used to be big. The whole time she was talking I just kept staring at her thinking, “She seriously thinks she is skinny?” I finally managed to excuse myself and head to the showers.
I started thinking about her comment and it started to really bug me. Not in a sense that made me feel bad about myself, but in sense that why do fat people who have lost weight find the need to have to passively try to knock someone else down in order to make themselves feel good?
Later I told my brother what she said and he said that I should have responded with, “Thanks Bitch.” and then walked off. I told him that had our little sister been there she would have had some good come back.
Now I don’t know if this girl was honestly trying to “encourage” me with her words by saying if she could do it, then I could do it, but I don’t really care. The point is that people should really think about what flows out of his/her mouth before releasing it! I mean, wouldn’t it have been better for her to say, “I lost 80 lbs over the past year”? Why add in the veiled insult? How does she know how much I weigh? Personally, I think she looked like she weighed as much as I did.
Having been fat, then skinny, then fat, then skinny over and over, I would never make any assumptions as to someone else’s weight. I will not let her words knock me down. I will keep working out and one day I will be skinny again!
On my third day I was in the locker room getting ready to take a shower when this heavy girl comes up to me and asks, “How did your work out go?” I told her it had gone great. Then she says, “I used to be as big as you, then I lost 80 lbs.”
I stood there stunned before I could mumble out a not very enthusiastic, “Good for you.” She proceeded to tell me how it took her over a year to lose weight then continued talking about how she used to be big. The whole time she was talking I just kept staring at her thinking, “She seriously thinks she is skinny?” I finally managed to excuse myself and head to the showers.
I started thinking about her comment and it started to really bug me. Not in a sense that made me feel bad about myself, but in sense that why do fat people who have lost weight find the need to have to passively try to knock someone else down in order to make themselves feel good?
Later I told my brother what she said and he said that I should have responded with, “Thanks Bitch.” and then walked off. I told him that had our little sister been there she would have had some good come back.
Now I don’t know if this girl was honestly trying to “encourage” me with her words by saying if she could do it, then I could do it, but I don’t really care. The point is that people should really think about what flows out of his/her mouth before releasing it! I mean, wouldn’t it have been better for her to say, “I lost 80 lbs over the past year”? Why add in the veiled insult? How does she know how much I weigh? Personally, I think she looked like she weighed as much as I did.
Having been fat, then skinny, then fat, then skinny over and over, I would never make any assumptions as to someone else’s weight. I will not let her words knock me down. I will keep working out and one day I will be skinny again!
Friday, February 6, 2009
HOW ARE BABIES MADE?
A few weeks ago my six year old daughter got it into her head that she needs a sibling, preferably a baby sister. She has names picked out, Lily for a girl and Cody for a boy. She has even gone so far as to design how her room can be shared with the new sibling. She insists that she will be the best big sister ever and will help with every aspect of taking care of the baby – even changing diapers. I told her that it probably wasn’t in the cards for us. So she asked me if I would at least think about it and get back to her.
Later during the week she came to me and asked, “Exactly how did I get in your tummy?” I tried to respond using some vague explanation of how it is a miracle of birth. Her response was, “But really. How exactly did I get in there?” I was in a panic! Did I explain the whole process to my six year old and risk her telling all her friends at school?
I ended up going on the internet and looking up “What to tell my 6 yr old when she asks where babies come from?” I was led to several sites, but the best advice was to tell her the truth. It recommended I tell her that I had an egg that was fertilized by her dad and then go from there.
So I sat her down and I started explaining how women are born with ovaries that have eggs and that each month an egg is sent out where sometimes it gets fertilized by the dad’s sperm. She had this funny look on her face and it hit me, as I saw the little wheels in her mind turning and processing this, exactly what she was picturing. At that moment of dawning she said, “And then I kicked and kicked and broke myself out of the egg?” I had to explain to her that she was not hatched like a bird.
Again, I started over and tried to explain to her. This time she asked, “But how did dad get his fertilizer inside of you?” I was ready to give up when she said, “I know! You and dad make out!” I nodded my head in agreement and thought that would be the end of it.
Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t the end of the tiring string of questions. The next day she came up to me and asked, “Do you and dad get naked when you make out?” I proceeded to tell her that she needed to just give it a rest and that some things were private between a mom and a dad. I thought that would FINALLY be the end of it.
Oh no, I could not get off that easy. The following day she came running to me with a new plan, “Mom I am going to let you and dad make out together for 10 days and then you will have a baby in your tummy. How about that?” I chuckled and told her that it can take more than ten days of “making out” to get a baby. She didn’t believe me. That night she said, “Mom, promise me that you and dad will make out tonight!”
In the morning she got up all excited and came barging in on me in the bathroom. She was asking if her dad and I made out. I told her not to worry about it. Her response was, “Seriously, I really need to know!” Then she sat on the garbage can with her hands folded, staring at me with her big blue eyes and said, “Tell me all about it!” I was trying not to laugh as I told her to get out of the bathroom and let me have some privacy.
After all that she is still dying for a sibling and just about every day I get a plea from her to “make out” with her dad. She says she just knows I have a baby growing inside of me and she can’t hardly wait! She has even told her school friends that her parents are trying to make a baby. I can only imagine what they are passing along to their parents!
She is in for a big surprise when it doesn’t happen. In a way it makes me sad for her. I know that she sees all of her friends and their siblings and longs for her very own baby brother or sister. I never intended on having an only child, but that was what was dealt to me and I am very happy to be blessed with one child I do have.
Later during the week she came to me and asked, “Exactly how did I get in your tummy?” I tried to respond using some vague explanation of how it is a miracle of birth. Her response was, “But really. How exactly did I get in there?” I was in a panic! Did I explain the whole process to my six year old and risk her telling all her friends at school?
I ended up going on the internet and looking up “What to tell my 6 yr old when she asks where babies come from?” I was led to several sites, but the best advice was to tell her the truth. It recommended I tell her that I had an egg that was fertilized by her dad and then go from there.
So I sat her down and I started explaining how women are born with ovaries that have eggs and that each month an egg is sent out where sometimes it gets fertilized by the dad’s sperm. She had this funny look on her face and it hit me, as I saw the little wheels in her mind turning and processing this, exactly what she was picturing. At that moment of dawning she said, “And then I kicked and kicked and broke myself out of the egg?” I had to explain to her that she was not hatched like a bird.
Again, I started over and tried to explain to her. This time she asked, “But how did dad get his fertilizer inside of you?” I was ready to give up when she said, “I know! You and dad make out!” I nodded my head in agreement and thought that would be the end of it.
Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t the end of the tiring string of questions. The next day she came up to me and asked, “Do you and dad get naked when you make out?” I proceeded to tell her that she needed to just give it a rest and that some things were private between a mom and a dad. I thought that would FINALLY be the end of it.
Oh no, I could not get off that easy. The following day she came running to me with a new plan, “Mom I am going to let you and dad make out together for 10 days and then you will have a baby in your tummy. How about that?” I chuckled and told her that it can take more than ten days of “making out” to get a baby. She didn’t believe me. That night she said, “Mom, promise me that you and dad will make out tonight!”
In the morning she got up all excited and came barging in on me in the bathroom. She was asking if her dad and I made out. I told her not to worry about it. Her response was, “Seriously, I really need to know!” Then she sat on the garbage can with her hands folded, staring at me with her big blue eyes and said, “Tell me all about it!” I was trying not to laugh as I told her to get out of the bathroom and let me have some privacy.
After all that she is still dying for a sibling and just about every day I get a plea from her to “make out” with her dad. She says she just knows I have a baby growing inside of me and she can’t hardly wait! She has even told her school friends that her parents are trying to make a baby. I can only imagine what they are passing along to their parents!
She is in for a big surprise when it doesn’t happen. In a way it makes me sad for her. I know that she sees all of her friends and their siblings and longs for her very own baby brother or sister. I never intended on having an only child, but that was what was dealt to me and I am very happy to be blessed with one child I do have.
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