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So I found myself clicking around tonight. The usual spots for the most part and then some others I click on at random times. I found myself clicking with some disappointment that there wasn't all that much new to read since the last time I clicked around, some time earlier today. And then... returning to my own blog, where I started from, I caught a glimpse of the last time I posted and realized I've left you all (if anyone is out there) with nothing new to read. So, here goes...

This past weekend Ashley and I went to Blacksburg, VA to visit with my parents, Ashley's Nana and Poppie. Oh how she loves them, not to mention, of course, that every single bit of that love is returned and exceeded by them. We had a good time. I got a rental car because mine is getting up there in the miles and since we would be traveling the almost 7 hours without hubby (who had to work) we decided it was the best thing to do. I reserved my weekend special - only $56.00 for Friday afternoon through Monday morning (I thought that was really good) - through my former employer (from whom I'd never rented a car before) and scheduled pick up for 12:00 on Friday afternoon. I wasn't able to have them fulfill their slogan of having them pick me up until around 1:45 when I was able to get home from work. Got there, got my car - a not so cool Hyundai something or other. Left the branch and got a block away when I remembered to check the inspection to make sure that it wasn't expired or expiring and sure enough the inspection expired that day, 2/29. So, kind of pissed off, I whipped her around, I was so not going to take the fall for that. In NC and in VA (the state of my former residence) an expired inspection goes against your driving record, even if the car does not belong to you and they so were not going to taint me and my clean (knock wood) driving record! I pulled back into the lot, walked back in to the branch, put the keys on the counter and told them that. "Oh we are so sorry, our computer didn't tell us that, we just got the car..." blah blah blah. "Do you want the Grand Prix or the Dodge Caliber?". Yay... I'll take the new, beautiful, shiny, black with black interior Grand Prix! And there you have it, my ride was spectacular! Ashley even enjoyed it to... when I picked her up from daycare she hopped in and exclaimed in her little 2 year old voice "this is a cool black car". She and I were both so sad to have to take it back Monday morning.

We had a good time in VA, staying up late and sleeping in. But now, the price will be paid, as always happens after times like this... my baby is sick. Last night after bathtime she laid on her Daddy for a while and said that she was sick and needed medicine but I figured she was really tired from our trip. This morning around 5:00, Kyle (the yorkie boy) started pacing around on the bed growling and faintly barking. I sat up, worried, I could hear scuffling, someone was in my house. Then, there it was, the little silhouette of a two year old. Her tongue hurt. I gave her water and medicine and told her it was dark outside and it was still time to sleep a little bit more. This morning when I went to wake her up she wasn't grumpy but very quickly told me again that her tongue hurt. I couldn't give her medicine again because it was too soon and made the decision to make the "working mom, need my job" move and hurry along to preschool and work.

This afternoon I got a voicemail saying that Ashley hadn't let her teacher put her down since 3:30 but I didn't have to come get her because she didn't have a fever. By the time I got there, 35 minutes after the voicemail was left (but almost immediately after receiving it) she was indeed running a fever. She went through a list of the things that hurt. She had told her teacher it was her belly. She told me it was her tongue and opened her mouth and pointed inside. Then in the next breath she said, "no, my ear" and pointed at it. Then on the way home it was her "booty" because apparently she slept or slipped or swept (I couldn't figure out which one) on a fire truck. Ahhh... so tomorrow, apparently I will be staying home. Thankfully I was able to squeak a call into the doctor's office in the last few minutes before they closed this evening and get an appointment tomorrow, although not until the afternoon, to get her checked out. Geez I hope it's not an ear infection. She's had 100% effective tubes since December of '06 but they most likely have worked their way out which will most likely leave us with the decision of whether to go for the tubes again, which undoubtedly, the answer will be yes. Gee, my boss is going to be so happy.

Yesterday I made my a doctor visit of my own. To the crotchologist. Yeah, I think I made that word up, but I really like it. Thing of it is that all the girls that I work with and I make sure that we go right at the year mark or as soon thereafter as we can schedule an appointment. We have some "ducky" insurance that includes a cancer wellness policy so after we go for the usually dreaded pap smear (sorry guys) we pay our $25.00 copay that our regular health insurance requires and then send a letter along with our doctor paper slip thingy they give you when you go and wala - they mail a check for $75.00. Now come on, you get to have the reassurance that everything is okay, or not okay, but at least you know about it and you get to make $50.00 profit for doing so. My closest coworker and I like to refer to this as the yearly "whoring ourselves" and joke that without a doubt we'd go every day at lunch to make our money if we were allowed more than one time a year. Okay, okay, so I seriously doubt it but at least it sort of makes it worth the trip to go! Hmmm... how will I spend my extra $50.00. After all, it should be mine to spend on myself personally, shouldn't it? LOL.

So I'll be staying home tomorrow. It you read this, if you are out there, please post wonderfully hilarious things that I can read during naptime and rest times in between and oh yeah, if we have to have one, wish us an illness that is quickly healed and non-traumatic.