The Queen's Rambles

Spring break did not turn out how I expected. I thought we would do some fun things, but instead I had a a series of not-so-fun doctor’s appointments. I did get some great news though. I have excellent blood pressure and and EKG shows I have a perfect heart. I had to get an EKG because I’m so fat. Wouldn’t want the fat chick to die on the table during hairball removal.

By the way, do not google “dermoid cyst” and click on images. You will seriously vomit. And now you’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you? Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I just wanted an idea of what might be causing all this pain. I knew it would be gross, but had no idea just how freakin’ gross a mass of wild hair, bones and teeth could be.

I’m just glad the surgery is on Wednesday. The pain has been pretty bad. I’m very eager to get this thing out of me.

Elsa is still nursing. I don’t know how this is going to play out. My mom is very worried, but I am trying to be zen about it. What happens will happen.

I was going to post some pictures from Easter and Elsa’s mini-party, but Flickr is not uploading right now. I never did find a Curious George cake, but the bakery said if I brought in an image they could print it on edible paper and put it on the cake. I ended up buying a set of digital images from an Etsy shop and making a cute little monkey cake. I was not totally pleased with the way it came out (the ink was too light and the edible paper was crinkled) but it was still pretty cute. Elsa was happy. That’s the important thing.

We had a very low key Easter. We were so busy that we didn’t even dye eggs until Sunday afternoon. I hid filled eggs instead, which worked out fine. I don’t really know why we even dyed eggs. Erik did a great job this year, but Elsa as a menance. She was smashing them, throwing them, and covering herself in dye. I would have had a complete meltdown if Erik did that at her age. I think at that age I probably was hovering over him, controlling every aspect of the egg dying process. With Elsa, I just took her shirt off and let her go. She decided her belly was an egg and kept slapping the dye onto her tummy. By the end she looked like she had some dread fungal disease.

I spent a lot of very stressful hours trying to fix my websites this weekend. I basically have no idea what I’m going, especially when I start getting into the MYSQL and php. I fixed my MOMS Club site, only to find out I destroyed my other sites in the process. Then I had to go backwards and try to get them working again. At the moment I think everything is working. I am so thankful that there are people who write step-by-step instruction guides, even if I have no idea what half the steps even mean. Sometimes I think the instructions could easily be “how to hack your site so that I, the evil guide writer, can have full control” guides and I’d never even know it.

Guess I better get to bed. Erik goes to school for the first time in 11 days tomorrow. It is not going to be pretty.