Bugs!

NO! Not the rabbit!

I mean real live bugs, all over my house.

Don't they know we're moving? Don't they know that we don't really own this house anymore? (ok, so technically until closing I suppose we do)

It started with the ants. Our present house is rather old, about 80-90 years and pretty much since we moved here, every year we've had to get John the bug guy to come take care of them. He's a good guy. We usually just pay once and he'll keep coming back all summer to check on things, or if I call. (That's Tri-City pest control in Brantford, if anyone's needing such services)

So as usual, the ants creep in once the weather gets warm. Oh, but wait, first I have to tell you about the hot tub. Of course, it broke. Two weeks after we sold the house. Over 700$ to fix it and we HAVE to fix it because everything has to be working when we hand the key over!!!
So back to the bugs. Ants. In the bathroom. The bathroom, you say? Why are ants in the bathroom? Because my kids go in and wash their hands. But before their grubby little hands get under the water, the crumbs fall off on the floor. Ant buffet. Grrrrrrrrrr!!

We get home last night from being away pretty much all day. While we were gone, The Dog, usually a passive, lazy, somewhat dense large beast, decided to see if there was any fruit in the fruit bowl he could help himself too. Of course in the process, he pulled the GLASS fruitbowl on the floor where it smashed into a gazillion pieces. Fortunately, his widdow paws were ok. But something that was in the fruit bowl attracted some honey ants. (What the heck are honey ants? I found out a year or two ago, when I opened my baking goods/cereal cupboard and found these miniscule ants crawling ALL over and INSIDE various food stuffs---gives me the grody shivers just thinking about it) To top it off, as I'm picking up the remains of what was in the fruit bowl, one of those huge centipede like critters scurries out and hides under a bench in our kitchen. Which is under the kitchen window. Where on the window sill there sits some other huge black flying insect that I really couldn't identify.

!!!!!

After we swept and vacumed up all the glass and itsy-bitsy ants, I cleaned up the kitchen good. Sprayed some Raid around. Hope I don't have to call John the bug guy AGAIN
Then the final straw; I went down to put some laundry on. Between packing and exchanging winter for summer clothes (always a process that take way longer than I anticipate) I'm way behind on my laundry (yeah, who's not). I'm pulling clothes from a pile on the floor and what do I find? Among the clothes?

Oh yes. Ants.

So I pull all the clothes in that vicinity into a basket, take them outside and shake them all off. Now my arm's sore.

Can I hear the violins? Thank you.

BIG TEETH!!!

Thanks, Auntie Lauwen.

Rights?

I suppose this belongs on my Jairus blog, but I'm still trying to get his main story down before I start recent stuff.

I'm a little perplexed about a situation I've just learned about. I don't think I'll get into details, but, Jairus had a little bit of surgery a few weeks ago. Nothing serious--he had some cavities and with his mouth and jaw issues, the dentist decided to take care of them at Mac under general anesthesia. To my knowledge, everything went fine and he came through it no problems. This was his fourth surgery.

I learned yesterday, through a reliable source that I won't name, that the surgery wasn't as cut and dried as I was told. In fact, there was actually a need to quickly and unexpectedly call in a specialist to aid in part of the procedure. I was not told any of this when the dentist came out to tell me how it all went.

And so now I'm...disturbed. I want to know what caused the problem in the first place. I want to know if this problem has been encountered during his other surgeries. I want to talk to this specialist and get more details about what happened. But I didn't learn of what happened from the dentist. In fact I'm pretty sure he didn't want me to know.

Is that right? Should this be happening in our country?

Now I wonder what else has happened throughout our 5 years in close contact with the medical establishment. I do remember being a little surprised at how many things were done to Jairus in the NICU that we weren't told about, but found out because we happened to be there when he was being checked on, or read in his chart and asked the nurse about it.

Humho. I don't know what to do. I'm trying to think of who I could talk to about this without getting the dentist, or the person who told me what happened, in trouble.

Any ideas?

Funny, funny, SOOOO funny

I know it's kinda small....can you see it?!?!

Tell me you're not laughing right now...

I don't even know where it came from. I just found it when I discovered that my computer is currently overloaded with trillions of temporary internet files. Holy cow!! Where do they all come from? I don't invite them in! Hazards of being online, I suppose.

Now why didn't I think of this sooner.

"In times of old, parents had to take responsibility for raising their own children and educating them, but they also got to enjoy whatever dividend that created, in the form of young children who could help out on the farm and grown children that could support them in old age....[Now that this is often no longer the case,] it makes parenthood into a kind of suckers' game. The shrewd and rational thing is not to have children. Let other people have children and then let them pay for your pension and health care and old age."
[Source: Phillip Longman, senior fellow at the New American Foundation. Ottawa Citizen 05/08/2006]


Hmmwahahah.
(Diabolical cackle)

Rail against the System

DVD's are not all they're cracked up to be. In fact, I'm ready to go back to videos any day now.

I'll bet I could launch a petition and every mother of young children would sign it.

To DVD manufacturers:

We the undersigned would like to bring to your attention our dissatisfaction with your product. A number of years ago, DVD's were introduced to consumer society and hailed as the highest level of technology in movie viewing. What was not immediately obvious, and wouldn't become so until thousands of young mothers replaced all their Winnie the Pooh videos with DVD's, is that they are also the most unstable form of home entertainment to date. Your product has now become the source of 99.9% of all household upheavals, including crying fits, temper tantrums and food thrown at the TV. Uncertainty and fear have now replaced the sighs of relief across the nation, when a mum could hit the play button and count on 35 minutes of blissful peace and quiet while little ones were occupied with the antics of Boots, Bob and Woody.

We'll take grainy any day over the epileptic-like seizures of a skipping Clifford the big Red Dog.

Sincerely,
CMFUWSD
(Canadian Mothers Fed Up With Scratched DVD's)

Anyone hopping on my bandwagon?

The cause of yet more grief

A quote from an article about the March for Life on parliament hill last weekend:

One issue highlighted at a news conference before the rally was the linkage between abortion and breast cancer. Guest speaker New Jersey surgeon Dr. Angela Lanfranchi blamed the ready access to abortion in part for the fact that the incidence of breast cancer has risen 40 per cent in the last 30 years.
"It's the women of the Roe v. Wade generation that account for most of this increase," she said. "Dramatic lifestyle changes brought about by the sexual revolution and the women's liberation movement are largely responsible for the rampant breast cancer we see today."

Can I just say, it's about time.

I've been reading for at least ten years about this link, and at the same time about how the media won't touch it because of the political garbage surrounding such a position. As usual, large corporate movements, feminist agenda and the bottom line ($) take priority over our health. Not just our health, as in quality of life, but our actual lives.

Just in case you're not familiar with the link between abortion and breast cancer, allow me to pass along what I've learned:

When a woman becomes pregnant, changes begin almost immediately in her breasts, getting ready to feed the baby. When it's the first pregnancy, those changes are the most dramatic, as the breast goes from ornamental to productive. If the pregnancy is ended before that process is complete (as in, birth of the baby) the breast cells are violently interrupted in their transformation and left in a state of flux. This unfinished state leaves the breasts more susceptable to cancer, often in a timeline of ten to fifteen years later.

If you're interested, I would be happy to locate the scientific studies I got this info from. Just leave a comment.