We all need a little stress-reliever ! This only takes a minute. Sometimes when you have a stressful day or week, you need some silliness to breakup the day. If we are honest, we have a lot more stressful days than not. Here is your dose of humor...A. Follow the instructions to find your new name.B. Once you have your new name, put it in the subject box and forward it to friends and family andco-workers.Don't forget to forward it back to the person who sent it to you, so they know you participated.And don't go all adult - a senior manager is now known far and wide as Dorky Gizzardsniffer !The following is excerpted from a children's book, Captain Underpants And the Perilous Plot Professor Poopypants, by Dave Pilkey, in which the evil Professor forces everyone to assume new names... So:
Me? I am Sloopy Pottydunkin. I just love this, as my mother's name would be Dumbo Wafflebrains. My sister is Boobie Chuckledunkin. (I think she wins.)
1. Use the third letter of your first name to determine your New first name:
a = snickle
b = doombah
c = goober
d = cheesey
e = crusty
f = greasy
g = dumbo
h = farcus
I = dorky
j = doofus
k = funky
l = boobie
m = sleezy
n = sloopy
o = fluffy
p = stinky
q = slimy
r = dorfus
s = snooty
t = tootsie
u = dipsy
v = sneezy
w = liver
x = skippy
y = dinky
z = zippy
2. Use the second letter of your last name to determine the first half of your new last name:
a = dippin
b = feather
c = batty
d = burger
e = chicken
f = barffy
g = lizard
h = waffle
i = farkle
j = monkey
k = flippin
l = fricken
m = bubble
n = rhino
o = potty
p = hamster
q = buckle
r = gizzard
s = lickin
t = snickle
u = chuckle
v = pickle
w = lickin
x = dingle
y = gorilla
z = girdle
3. Use the third letter of your last name to determine the second half of your new last name:
a = butt
b = boob
c = face
d = nose
e = hump
f = breath
g = pants
h = shorts
i = lips
j = honker
k = head
l = tush
m = chunks
n = dunkin
o = brains
p = biscuits
q = toes
r = doodle
s = fanny
t = sniffer
u = sprinkles
v = frack
w = squirt
x = humperdinck
y = hiney
z = juice
Thus, for example, George W. Bush's new name is: Fluffy Chucklefanny.
And remember that children laugh an average of 146 times a day; adults laugh an average of 4 times a day. Put more laughter in your day!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Foot Surgery, part deux
So, yay! The doctor says I am healing nicely. Still have those dang stitches in my foot. Go back again at the end of this week. And we'll see what he says then. One thing I know, I will still have those dang stitches in my foot. They stay in for at least two more weeks.
But what I haven't told you is that ANDREW had some minor toe surgery the day I went in for my check up. Yes, my darling seven year old has battled two or three ingrown toenails over the last year or so. This last one just would not go away. We went to TWO pediatricians, got two different antibiotics, had lots of screaming over touching the infected toe, etc.... Well, it flared up again this past week, so I called my doctor and said, "I have to come in for a check up - can I also schedule my son for a visit, too?" After all, I'm already giving him my entire paycheck for the rest of the year, what's another Ronayne to add to the mix?
His office staff was DELIGHTFUL in working us in. (Really, when is the last time you heard office staff and delightful in the same sentence?) Andrew saw the doc, who said, "Oh, this is a bad one." Great. Just what I wanted to hear. Anyhow, he said he would have to drain the toe, which would be painful. Or he could just take out some of the nailbed, which would also be painful, but would be preceded by numbing shots.
(For anyone who has ever had an ingrown toenail, let me tell you, having this procedure is the BOMB. Both my father and I have had this done. Daddy said last night he wished he's had it done 20 years before. Would have saved some painful times. I had it done and have never had an ingrown toenail since. Knock wood. Anyhow, back to the story.....)
So, Andrew was such an excellent patient. Screamed and carried on for the shots, but kept still like he needed to. Once the Novocaine (or whatever it is) took effect, he couldn't feel a thing and bim, bam, boom, they were done and his toe was wrapped up like a mummy. We stayed home from school and work on Friday and by Saturday morning, he was (almost) as good as new.
(Which leads me to another topic - how nice is it that I now work at a place where I don't get all stressed out when I have to call in sick for me or the kids? Seriously, I used to get soooo worked up at my last place of employment. If one of the kids was sick, it woudl take me an hour to gain the courage to call my boss and tell him I needed to stay home. He never, ever said "NO!" but still made me feel guilty about being a working mother. My current boss is just so open and understanding about this. What a difference! Anyhow, back to the story.....)
So, I'm thinking that ingrown toenails must be some kind of hereditary trait? Maybe Colin inherited Mike's good toes... :-)
Happy Monday, everyone!
But what I haven't told you is that ANDREW had some minor toe surgery the day I went in for my check up. Yes, my darling seven year old has battled two or three ingrown toenails over the last year or so. This last one just would not go away. We went to TWO pediatricians, got two different antibiotics, had lots of screaming over touching the infected toe, etc.... Well, it flared up again this past week, so I called my doctor and said, "I have to come in for a check up - can I also schedule my son for a visit, too?" After all, I'm already giving him my entire paycheck for the rest of the year, what's another Ronayne to add to the mix?
His office staff was DELIGHTFUL in working us in. (Really, when is the last time you heard office staff and delightful in the same sentence?) Andrew saw the doc, who said, "Oh, this is a bad one." Great. Just what I wanted to hear. Anyhow, he said he would have to drain the toe, which would be painful. Or he could just take out some of the nailbed, which would also be painful, but would be preceded by numbing shots.
(For anyone who has ever had an ingrown toenail, let me tell you, having this procedure is the BOMB. Both my father and I have had this done. Daddy said last night he wished he's had it done 20 years before. Would have saved some painful times. I had it done and have never had an ingrown toenail since. Knock wood. Anyhow, back to the story.....)
So, Andrew was such an excellent patient. Screamed and carried on for the shots, but kept still like he needed to. Once the Novocaine (or whatever it is) took effect, he couldn't feel a thing and bim, bam, boom, they were done and his toe was wrapped up like a mummy. We stayed home from school and work on Friday and by Saturday morning, he was (almost) as good as new.
(Which leads me to another topic - how nice is it that I now work at a place where I don't get all stressed out when I have to call in sick for me or the kids? Seriously, I used to get soooo worked up at my last place of employment. If one of the kids was sick, it woudl take me an hour to gain the courage to call my boss and tell him I needed to stay home. He never, ever said "NO!" but still made me feel guilty about being a working mother. My current boss is just so open and understanding about this. What a difference! Anyhow, back to the story.....)
So, I'm thinking that ingrown toenails must be some kind of hereditary trait? Maybe Colin inherited Mike's good toes... :-)
Happy Monday, everyone!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Foot surgery
Thank goodness no one took pictures of me in the days after my foot surgery. Yes, I had successful (so far) foot surgery last Wednesday. Then spent all of Wednesday afternoon thru Sunday laid out on my back on the couch. Two successful trips out - one to Mom's for dinner and one to Ruby Tuesday's for dinner. But me walking is a sight to see. My right foot is trussed up in one of these: a beautiful short cam boot. And yes, I walk with a cane. Colin would call me an old lady and that's what I feel like. I'm at work this morning (thanks to Keenan who drove me in - albeit at zero dark thirty!) and haven't been too uncomfortable. I can't take my medicine because I'd be passed out on the desk - sleepy time pain meds! So I'm roughing it with just Tylenol or Advil.
My foot is "bored." That is the only way I can describe it. It's tired of being in the boot under my desk. It's not entirely professional to have the foot out of the boot, propped up on my desk. So, a slight conundrum. I'm propping it up unless I hear out door open, then it's a mad rush to hide the damn thing under the desk. And quite frankly, I know how my foot feels. I was terribly bored over the weekend. I never thought I'd be the one to say, "You know, there is only so much television one can watch......!" And to even hobble to the home office to get to the computer was a chore, so I didn't do it until Saturday (or was it Sunday?). Anyhow, of course, having said all that, I'd like nothing better than to be able to go home right now (at 1:00 p.m.) and put my foot up! I'm exhausted from being here so early in the morning! So, keep your fingers crossed for my return visit to the doctor this coming Friday - taht all is well. Of course, I still have to wear the f#@&ing boot for a total of three weeks..... Sigh.
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