Sunday, May 25, 2014

not for the faint of intestine


I’d say it’s not for the faint of heart, but the unfortunate reality is that there is a significant grossness to report from the past few weeks.


That’s all the fair warning you get.


I should have known when I walked in the door and this sight greeted me in our bathroom.




My husband grimly informed me that the septic (joy #492 of country living) had backed up into our showers.


Umm… G-R-O-S-S.


Now y’all remember that I’m no stranger to disgusting calamities around here.  Apparently I’m a magnet for bathroom drama.



The time my kid chased a fly with a stream of urine… at Target.

And when he defaced church property in a flooded bathroom.

Another memorable hold-your breath Target moment.  And many more…



My husband kindly informed me that the bucket was to accommodate any bladder emergencies I might have.


Did I mention that the septic guy showed up THREE DAYS LATER?


Oh to be a boy!


Speaking of which… this one very rudely turned EIGHT.




Let’s just say that this picture sums up how our entire family felt after the crazy week:




Somehow we managed to cram Mother’s Day, two baseball games, my sister’s birthday, his birthday, my birthday, and a school concert in a few days.  Madness.




This kid is scary good with WWII history.  Even when he’s giving soldiers bunny ears for photo ops.  Love his 8-year old mind.





But MY birthday present?  Was a day with my mom and sister.


And this picture perfectly illustrates the kind of insanity that happens when we get together.  An upside-down shot of us rocking out to classic Amy Grant.


(You’ll have to pardon my expression… apparently I was having a seizure and choking on my own tongue.  Gah)





Our day got kind of turned around, and instead of buying anything at the awesome stores we drove an hour to get to… we devoured an incredible Thai lunch then got lost and wound up at an estate sale.

So the grand purchase of the day was an antique rake.


Which led to some interesting moments when I tried to turn around to lipread my sister.




It also led to a solemnly revised verse:

“You hypocrite, first take the plank rake out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s sister’s eye.”

Matthew 7:5



And in one of those fancypants stores… my sister was captured doing exactly what she does to people who wear momjeans.




I can’t take her ANYWHERE.




Hoping for a birthday girls photo, Mom snapped a few.  Predictably, we went for the silly shot, so I stuck my tongue out.


I really should stop being surprised anymore.


That girl LICKED my tongue.





Yes, that’s me mortified, and her cracking herself up.


As if that grossness was not enough… her apropos birthday wish for me included this gem:






Lest you think that Mr. Daddy was absent in all the madness… here he is coaching after a long day at work.  Hasn’t Cindy Lou Who grown?!?




Back to the grossness.


We alternated sick days after the birthday craziness.  Those ridiculous head colds that refuse to go away.

Once feeling better, I stumbled upon this nauseating scene:



You just KNOW there’s a gruesome story behind that.  I didn’t even ask.


And while we’re talking about gross unexplainable things… what is up with this?





This is a package of brand new underwear. 



Why does this need to be resealable?

Who is storing their underwear in the original packaging?

Inquiring minds.



And of course… inquiring minds also would like to know why *ahem* some kids are so stubborn about letting go of their teeth?


This one ate everything like this for a good week:





You’re welcome for not showing you the actual video of this…


loose tooth


He went to bed, after refusing my plea to let me tug it gently…

and by morning, he’d swallowed it.


Trust me, this Tooth Fairy is NOT dealing with fecal inspections to recover this tooth.


I have my standards.  Right?

(Commence doody jokes.  This is totally gonna bite him in the butt, right?)


You’ll recall that I have survived some of the most gag-worthy things a mother of a small boy… remember when he flicked an eye booger in my mouth as I was praying?



Just remembering that makes me really glad he’s this cute.  Especially toothless.


(Help me… lipreading just got a LOT harder!)




But to counter all the awful-no-good-things that conspired against us in that week… my mother sent me something that makes me smile every.single.time.




This is Emily.

She is quite possibly the coolest teenager in the Northwest.

My mom is awesome.  Upon meeting Emily, she asked if she could take her picture.  She explained that her squirrel-loving daughter has a blog and told her she’d most likely be appearing on it.


So introductions: Emily, blogreadersBlogreaders, Emily.


You guys both rock.

Like almost as much as running water and flushing toilets.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

unexpected texts, and other painful things



My sister sent me a picture the other day.


You know… my sister of a million hairstyles?


The funny one?





The one who inherited the “this only happens to me” gene.  Except, it apparently only happens to both of us.


The picture.  Yeeeeeaaaaah… it took me awhile.




Until she sent a followup explanation via text.





So you’ll notice that I was immediately helpful.  I gave her the best advice I had.


And I can get away with offering that advice because SQUIRREL.




And yes, I call her “Ju”.  As in short for “Junebug”.  But unfortunately when I try to get her attention in public, I get all kinds of nasty looks for what they think I’m yelling, “Jew, hey JEW – I’m over here!”


Good times.


Now, for a closeup of what my poor sister looked like with her hand stuck in her VCR…




Yeah, she’s pretty much killing me for posting this.


I mean, if she ever gets free from that VCR.



So while the poor chick’s left hand was stuck, she apparently was able to text me with her right hand.  Which I’m sure she soon regretted.




So I threw out the only pun I could think of.


She was not impressed.





She was stuck for nearly an hour.


You try explaining to your dad what the text message “Are you aware your daughter is stuck in the VCR?” means.


And then I kinda felt bad.  Okay, really bad after I saw the picture of the aftermath.




And I knew that she wouldn’t be able to blog about it with a busted up hand.  So I decided to do her a favor and post it for her.  And, y’know, share it on Facebook and Twitter, et al.  Because I’m thoughtful like that.


And because NO ONE would believe me if I said it happened to someone other than me.


I’m sure she’ll be appreciative.





Help me out… what puns did I miss?  You guys think of the best ones!

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Shooting our wounded *updated*



Y’all… CHICKS ON THE RIGHT picked this up.


And linked to my little ol’ blog.


Let’s be honest here… first I was like:



And then there was a fair amount of screaming.  My husband may now be considered legally deaf.



Because I knew they were going to share from a hearing person’s perspective… just how offensive that article was to so many people who are doing nothing wrong by celebrating a joyous part of someone’s journey.


But even better than that?  The Chicks followed up with some really terrific news about Joanne Milne, the woman who heard for the first time after her cochlear implant was activated.


A glaring fact that the first article’s author omitted, was that Ms. Milne has Ushers Syndrome.  I have several deaf friends with Ushers – a cruel disease that takes both sight and hearing.

Ms. Milne is in a race against time to preserve what independence she can  - as a legally blind person who is losing her hearing.  Many Deaf community members might claim that their hearing loss is part of their culture (it is), but I doubt many of them would be willing to spend their lives in complete darkness and silence if there were something they could do to maintain more contact with the world around them.


And before any accuse me of assuming deaf-blind persons cannot be independent and productive members of society, I’ll share that I have two deaf-blind aunts who live independently and retired after years of working for BOEING.


Y’all, your plane parts were put together by incredibly talented deaf and blind people.  They have earned every bit of pride they have in themselves.


See, that was a whole bunch I’ve never shared here before.  Which makes it really silly for someone to make blanket statements about people watching happy videos, right?


Now, I’ll send you off to the Chicks on the Right perspective, while I go scream some more :)




I don’t share this often.


Because the fallout is brutal.


I’ve been asked to write about deafness for big name websites… social media brands you’d recognize.  I turned them down, knowing that the backlash I’ve experienced in my own life would only be compounded by exposure to the anonymity of ugly online opinions.


I doubled down on ensuring anything related to our blog or Facebook or Twitter or Google+ or… a myriad of other sources would be as drama-free as possible.



Because frankly, I care about YOU.  The readers who have been with us for 7+ years.  Who supported us through infertility, cancer, losing mom.  Who laughed with us about squirrels and elbutts and shopping with toddlers.

Because you knew us as Mr. Daddy, Rachel, and Itty Bit.  And Rachel just happens to be deaf.


I feel like you would hear my heart because I’ve never claimed to be perfect.  And in sharing it now, I realize that this opens up this community to those aforementioned opinions from others. 


The irony is that most hostility is likely to come via social media other than here… since you guys have made this such a place of support. 



Here is what I wanted to share:  being deaf comes with an incredible myriad of choices for how to communicate with the world.  There are some who chose to communicate primarily through American Sign Language (ASL), others who use different sign languages, others who learn to lipread and to speak, still others who use written messages, some who receive cochlear implants, some who use hearing aids, and some who will use countless combinations of these.


There is a community that makes a distinction between being deaf and being Deaf.  The capital-D Deaf signifies that for the majority of these persons, they rely on ASL and many believe that hearing aids or cochlear implants are an unnecessary attempt by the hearing world to “fix” us.

This was the purported viewpoint of a woman with deaf parents who authored this article:


cochlear implant


She wants you guys to stop sharing those videos, y’all.


Because she doesn’t want people thinking that deaf people need to be fixed or that cochlear implants are a fix.

Nevermind that the people in the videos have chosen to share a part of their lives.  A moment that undoubtedly had much emotional investment because they’ve made such a personal decision to do something in order to help them toward a goal they are pursuing.

And frankly?  I am not going to be shamed out of celebrating with them.  I won’t shame you guys for not expecting the video to be a full documentary of everything that led a person to this decision, and everything that they’ll face afterward.

The author paints every viewer as a person uneducated about hardships these people may face.  But to a person… (life is pretty consistent this way) every single life is filled with UNIQUE hardships.



It’s just like I’ll celebrate with the mother holding a newborn… whether I know that her son was after seven hopeless years of infertility, whether that baby is her newly adopted daughter, whether he has down syndrome, whether she’ll have autism, and whether I know how any of their lives turn out in the grand struggle and delight of life.  Because ohmygosh, she’s HAPPY and radiant and joyful and excited and breathless with what she is going to do in the world.


I am just so incredibly frustrated by the author’s response to these beautiful moments that people are sharing.  Not that she’s attacking the persons choosing to get the cochlear implants (oh, but she is… can’t you feel it?), but that she’s attacking YOU.  For spending the moment happy with someone.


She calls it “maudlin”.

I looked it up just to see how officially insulting it was.

showing or expressing too much emotion especially in a foolish or annoying way, drunk enough to be emotionally silly, weakly and effusively sentimental - - Merriam Webster

Is that what you got out of this video?




Or this one?




Or this one?




Ever had something to celebrate?  And noticed that killjoy who refused to join?  I won’t be that person.  I am so saddened that this is another example of the Deaf community shooting their wounded. 


Rejoice with those who rejoice.
 Romans 12:15



Ironically, the author acknowledges that some who receive cochlear implants “no longer feel welcome in the Deaf community”. 



Let’s all consider: you make a monumental decision, share it with your community, and not only do they not support you, but they attempt to shame others who would.

So if the author’s goal was “education”… that you could learn all kinds of new things about the Deaf community and how to interact with them and be part of what makes them unique – I’d be grateful if you’d take in part of my story – a hard-earned education.



I was three years old when my mother noticed me shifting the phone to my other ear when talking to my grandmother.



On my fourth birthday, I suddenly lost the rest of my hearing and became profoundly deaf.



The audiologist who fit me with my first pair of hearing aids was detached, perfunctory, brusque.

Until I began kicking my heels on the chair legs.  And realizing that sound, in some form, had returned.

As I belted through “I’ve Been Working On the Railroad” and “Oh Susannah”, the audiologist’s attitude completely changed.


Surgery was a heartrending decision for my mother.  One that helped reclaim some of my


But over the years, my hearing continued to fluctuate, and today, I am more profoundly deaf than the average deaf person you meet.


Years of interactions with the hearing world, speech therapy, lipreading practice, being fluent in sign language – all helped me communicate.


I used this for the good I felt I could do.  My mother’s frequent explanation that “people just don’t know”… encouraging me toward trying to build bridges between people of different abilities.


Rach pageant2



bill signing1


And as I started the one year “speaking” tour as the scholarship pageant winner, I was accosted by countless comments of


You’re not REALLY deaf because you can speak.

You’re not REALLY deaf because you wear hearing aids.



In a story I rarely share, I was reprimanded by a pageant official because I attempted to help a deaf contestant understand that a restaurant waiter was asking if she wanted soup or salad.


And years later, this type of discriminatory commentary still happens.  Ironically, Deaf against deaf.  Incredible amounts of hostility.


Much of this vitriol was aimed at my mother, who was accused of “forcing” me into the hearing world.

It grieves me more now that I’m a mother and I’ve experienced the bewildering vastness of parenting decisions… any one of which is easy to imagine will screw up your child for life.


Can you imagine.  Your three-year old who loves cartoons and loves to sing and talks non-stop all the ever-loving day… telling her not to use her voice.  She can only sign – a language she doesn’t know.  No hearing aids to try to give her some semblance of what she has been used to for three years.  The deafness is dizzying… literally.  Yet you cannot continue to speak with her and must only use a brand new sign language to communicate with a very confused child.  Or you must send her away to a state-run deaf school so she can be with others of her “own kind”.  Your three-year old.  That was the Capital-D Deaf community’s militant opinion.


I choose that she did the loving and compassionate and brave thing. 

She refused to let go of me.

Gave me every single tool she could.
Signed with me constantly, and sang with me constantly.
And never let me use my deafness as an excuse (except in Marco Polo).

And this article… means to demean her for thinking she could “fix” me.  To demean you for celebrating someone who makes a hard decision.


I’m choosing not to shoot our wounded.


And I’m so glad that you’re willing to really hear me.






Sunday, March 09, 2014

online shopping gone wrong… horribly wrong


I do many things that come back to bite me.  Then I look at these online advertisements and realize that sometimes… I’m not completely dumb.


Despite the classy presentation of these… vegetables… I was somehow able to escape purchasing them for display in my home.





(So apparently cauliflower is much more valuable than cabbage.  But gilded slug “bitter melon” falls somewhere between them?)


Continuing with the Joss & Main goodness…

A bowl that will hold absolutely nothing.




And a life-sized kangaroo.  With a baby!  Not awkward at all in your entryway.  And it’s a whole 7% off – hop to it!




I shouldn’t knock them too much – they do have some amazing sales.

joss and main


I do love Joss & Main, but Zulily regularly trumps them for oddities.


Take this “special” number.


Bless her heart.  A rainbow unicorn cheerleader as far as I can figure.


And this poor model with an unfortunate design that seems to be highlighting her reproductive organs.



GAH.  Usually when my sweater gaps at the buttons like that, it’s not an intentional fashion statement.



And this?  Was just a laugh-out-loud moment.  Now I feel like a total total bride fail because I didn’t get my bicep curls in on my wedding day.



Then there’s this woman.  Who is totally surprised by that bride with the exercise weights. 

Look, she has an engagement ring on!  She’s probably taking notes.



Then another sweater fail.  Does anyone else in marketing not see that this is a SEE THROUGH TOP?

They’re calling it a cardigan, but she’s wearing nothing under it.  Perhaps the sale price reflects that they used really minimal thread.

ivory lace cardigan Zulily


I was highly annoyed when I clicked on the link to find that the Godzilla bunny was not one of the accessories for sale.  Me likey.



The kiddos were not immune.


For reals?  Someone put cucumber slices on a baby?


What on earth do they have to de-stress over?  The fact that their third blowout of the day meant that they had to wear the least cute outfit in their wardrobe?  Perhaps the rainbow unicorn cheerleader getup?


Or this.  I’d stress over this.  For all the times my airplane tray has randomly fallen into my lap… I wouldn’t trust this.  Cucumbers please.



And this one?  Is completely the business owner’s fault.  Who on earth names their company “SBD”?  Anyone else know exactly where my brain goes?



(silent but deadly, for all of you who didn’t have male family members gifted in flatulence)


So I wanted to get this from Crate & Barrel when I had a sales code.  Way back before Christmas.  Except… I guess I can expect delivery now that it’s March?

ships in march2


Sephora really kind of freaked me out…



Here’s the fine print in case you can’t read it…



Excuse me.  HAZMAT?!?!


Another Sephora beauty:



Another close-up.  Because we all end up with that crisis of having stood next to a wind machine.  Right? Now the Fruit Cake one sounds like a legit emergency.




Sometimes you don’t even have to click out of your email to realize that it’s a doomed proposition.  Especially if they can’t spell.



Or use contractions.



Or they call you a senior citizen.  Grrr



Or display absolutely ZERO familiarity with their target audience, and they offer you something like this:



Do they not know that I have a Stupid Injury tally?  And that this would result in a really difficult to explain ER story?


And this last gem… reveals the crazy juvenile way my brain is wired.  It took forever for the picture to load, so when these words popped up, of course my first thought was…











I don’t even remember what the product was, but when I see “hold it”…
I think of the Pee-Pee Dance, and then the rest of the sentence left me in stitches.


And doing the Pee-Pee Dance.



Anything you would have bought?