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Today was wisdom teeth day for WB.

I woke him at 7am, before I went to work, to have a small bowl of fruit and some juice as he wasn’t allowed to eat after 8am.  It was like poking an angry bear.  Dude is not fun in the morning.

I swung by the house at 1pm to pick him up for the 45 minute drive to the surgeon.  He was in good spirits.  We talked about school, friends, university – all was good.  And then WB broke character:

WB: I love you Mom.  Thanks for everything you do for me.

Me:  I love you too hon and your welcome.

WB:  Seriously, I know I’ve been a tool lately and thanks for never giving up on me figuring things out.

Me:  Hon, it’s just your teeth.  Not a transplant

And then we arrived at the dental office in Milton, which WB automatically proclaimed a building of unseen horrors.  Teenage girls have nothing on this kid for drama.

Not sure if their pumping Prozac into Milton’s water supply but EVERYONE we encountered between the Dentist office, the pharmacy and the elevator was beyond nice.  I asked once if they only hire “nice” people because I’ve never encountered such a thing.

WB came thru the surgery in 38 minutes with flying colours.  WB in recovery under the effect of Valium, laughing gas and some intravenous drugs….very funny.  Here are snippets:

WB:  When are they doing my teeth Mom?  I’m ready.

WB: I love you Mom.  I do.  Sorry for being such an ass.  Really.  I mean it.  No, I do.

WB:  I walked to the wheelchair why the hell don’t you think I can walk to the car?

WB: Choosing to have teeth ripped from your head when their not causing a problem is the most messed up thing ever.

WB:  That vampire jabbed my arm when she put in the needle.

My kid on drugs is good times.  A half hour of entertainment for $1244.00.

Since we’ve been home its been alternate bags of frozen peas (bought solely for this – I dislike frozen peas) and frozen endmame.  The swelling is light so far and the bleeding seems to have stopped.

The Tylenol 3’s?  They are making life interesting.  30 minutes after taking 2, WB is talking a mile a minute and having to be reminded to stop talking as its going to hurt like a son of b*tch tomorrow if you don’t.  And then 30 minutes later – passed out.

Oh, and he got his teeth to bring home.  Can we say disgusting?  They look like giant teeth and could not possibly have come out of my son but they did.  Who asks for their teeth in a zip loc bag?  Boys are disgusting and weird.

More tales of the drug hazed WB tomorrow.  Friends are coming to visit.  I expect tons of material, plus a pic of the teeth

Apparently the few people left in our office, except for the wanker, were aware it was Administrative Professionals Day today.  Actually, its the whole week.

I was unaware. 

And while my “official title” doesn’t hold Administrative in it, I still do all of it.  So imagine my surprise this morning when I came in to my desk covered in the following:

So I decided to forgo any “rush” requests and finish cleaning up my desk and then leaving 30 minutes early.  It was “My Day” after all.

For a good laugh and too add some moral support or funny “been there” stories, go visit Alison.  The girl makes me laugh.

Things that have made me laugh today:

My 2 year old godson dropping something and saying “Oh c.r.a.p.(spelled it out)”  I honestly thought I may pee my pants.  That’ll teach his parents to spell the bad words around the “Sponge”.

My 2 year old godson wearing a shirt I bought him that says “One day I will be your boss.”  He would point at it and announce loudly “Show me the money!”.

Getting an email from one of my co workers in the US, stating that he had accidentally shaved his head.  Yes, you read that correctly – he ACCIDENTALLY shaved his head.  The picture was hilarious and I have since devised a surprise for him at next Convention.  We’re going to take the picture, make T shirt transfers out of it and wear them on staff night.

A stolen meme no less.  Stolen from Guider and Jen.

• Where is your cell phone? on my desk 
• Your significant other? 3,000 miles away 
• Your hair? looking pretty sassy 
• Your mother? Burlington
• Your father? 
• Your favorite thing? WB
• Your dream last night? I was having a beer
• Your favorite drink? Iced green tea 
• Your dream/goal? See WB graduate from University 
• The room you’re in? office at work 
• Your ex? Which one – WB”s Dad?  Drunk Jamie?
• Your fear? Losing a loved one
• Where do you want to be in 6 years? Done school and working for myself 
• Where were you last night? Home watching hockey 
• What you’re not? Motivation right now is at an all time low 
• Muffins? As in my muffintop?  Thanks for bringing it up  
• One of your wish list items? A cottage up north for a week this summer 
• Where you grew up? Ancaster / Oakville 
• The last thing you did? Smacked our Marketing Director 
• What are you wearing? Black pants, black knit hoodie and cute empire waist top in purples 
• Your TV? No where near one but more hockey tonight 
• Your pets? WB
• Your computer? HP / Mac 
• Your life? Blessed
• Your mood? Borderline grouchy 
• Missing someone? Yes
• Your car? 
• Something you’re not wearing? socks
• Favorite store? Chapters / Indigo 
• Your summer? No humidity 
• Like someone? majority of people I meet
• Your favorite color? brown / blue
• When is the last time you laughed? This morning 
• Last time you cried? Saturday
• Who will repost this? I’m late to the game, so think everyone already has.

It’s your birthday today.  The first without you.

I went to call you as it’s still on my cell phone as a reminder.  It took me 10 seconds to remember and disconnect.

WB’s gone thru a really rough time this year so far but he’s been a trooper.  I think he saw how accepting and stoic you were and wanted to emulate you. I know we’ve been so lucky with his diagnosis because you are looking down on us.

He’s going to graduate from high school with honours despite everything.  He’s also going to be 18 in 2 weeks from today.  Can you believe it?  I still have images of you holding him the first time saying “I know he’s my grandson and it’s about time we had a boy but he’s not that cute.  Hope he grows into it.” 

He has finally accepted a University – Guelph.  The program would make you laugh – Honours Biology Research.  I can hear you now “Are you sure he’s your kid Jube?  You blew up the lab in Grade 11.”

Kate’s getting married in September.  She’s still not sure if she’s going to walk down the aisle by herself or with Mom.  We’ve had a lot of teary eyed conversations about which would be more honourable to your memory.  We still don’t know how to do this without you.  It’s become a bittersweet experience.

Rhino asked me to marry him on New Year’s.  I said yes but there’s no rush.  I still remember the first words you said to Rhino once we started dating, “Good luck corralling this one, she’s a spitfire.  Hope you’re ready for the ride young man.”  I laugh now because its so true and I never thought you really understood me.  Rhino fell in love with you at that moment.  He felt you were kindred spirits.

I’m okay.  Had a couple rough spots with the Lupus, dealing with WB’s illness and Rhino having to work on the West Coast but I”m okay.  Honest.  I miss you and our weekly talks.  I find myself needing to turn to you at times and then not knowing who to talk to.  It’s hard but I’m adjusting.

We miss you Dad.  It’s hard to put into words how much.  Just know you are loved and missed everyday.

Happy Birthday.

Sorry for ignoring everyone’s blogs, including my own but the past couple of days have kicked my ass.

I spent Thursday and Friday:

• trying to explain the difference between HTML and Java to my mother and then her friend.
• getting in a huge fight with WB’s Dad about his birthday present.
• cleaning up my desk and in box.
• explaining the same thing 5 times to the wanker.  I’m not kidding.
• battling a low grade fever.
• my sister’s dress fitting.
• having my credit card used fraudulently, even though it’s still in my wallet.  And yes, I shred everything important.
• learning to say “no” when asked if I could help out more at work.

It has also been 74F here for three days straight and I have spent every free moment outside.  Yes, I neglected everyone for the warmth of the sun, the ability to wear sandals and NO JACKETS of any kind.

I have bought flowers for the garden, mulch (no idea what to do with this) and a new lawnmower.  I pressure washed my deck today and cleaned all the patio furniture.  I have sat on this patio furniture and sipped some cranberry juice – still no cocktails

And even after slathering on 30 SPF multiple times thru the day, I have a slight sunburn.  For those who are not aware – I am translucent.  Even in summer.  I get any form of colour from Jergens lotion with tanner in it.  WB on the other hand is browner than usual.  Bastard.

WB had a couple people over Friday night and this is what I came home to:

**the cat is the neighbours.  We’re babysitting.

LOOK AT THE GARBAGE ON THE TABLE!!!!

Thankfully, it was the basement, but still.  Teenage boys are slobs.

First full day in the office in a week.  I’m an exhausted Josie.  My job is…are you ready?  Office Manager/AP/AR/HR/Marketing Admin/VP Admin/CEO Admin/Member Services for Canada/Pricing Admin and Web Admin.

So, taking a week off in an office that was cut in half by layoffs 2 weeks ago is not a good idea.  I managed my email from home and some web stuff, but my desk?  Scary.  My voicemail?  62.  Does this not max out at some point?  Cause it should. 

Let the bullets begin.

• Jen is home!!! And had an amazing trip.  Go see the beautiful family on their vacay to Britain.
• WB has officially accepted his offer of admission to the University of Guelph.  My baby’s leaving home for real!! And my bank account will never be the same.
• I do not posses the organizational skills to do Richgold’s wonderful idea of 18 presents working up to WB’s birthday, so I tweaked it.  To preserve my sanity and conserve energy (mine), we’re making it WB Week starting Sun Apr 27th.  The reason being we’re having dinner on the 4th, so “7 days of WB.”
• I have gone back for my follow up tests and am still on “Diet Bland” till Monday.  All I want right now is a coffee and a beer.  Possibly together.  Or anything with pepper.
• Rhino is doing well and won’t be home till next week end.  And he has a secret gift for WB which may or may not be Stanley Cup playoff tickets.  For which team?  That I don’t know.  All I know is it involves travel because our team sucks.
• A very belated shout out to Party of 3 for my care package.  Loved both cards…but the alternate more.  Random naked men perk me up   And the homemade book mark has been put to good use.  The chocolate?  Still hidden.
• WB tries for a second time to have his wisdom teeth ripped from his head next Thursday.  We are currently pumping him full of every vitamin known to man to ensure no surprise illnesses.
• WB has exactly 10 radiation treatments left.  Excusing time off for wisdom teeth and hoping nothing unknown comes up – he will be done before his 18th birthday.  I think that is the greatest gift of all.
• I have been wearing sandals on and off for 2 weeks.  Going by the 5 day forecast, that will be an on for the next 5 days.  This winter weary Canadian girl is feeling lighter just thinking about it.
• Anyone know what an IPod Touch is?  Or anything to say good or bad?  WB has requested one for his birthday, as of 5 minutes ago.  No clue and thinking he can pool the money from his birthday.
• Last but not least – My Ottawa friend, I am sitting here rooting for the Senators.  I have money on Pittsburgh, but hon, it shouldn’t have played out this way.  Know, as a Leafs fan, I feel your pain.  As soon as I can, I will have a beer for you.