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Stupefy!!!

13 Wednesday Jun 2012

Posted by Lori Mainiero in Life, Wascally Wabbits, Welcome to My World, What-Not

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I suppose if every cloud has a silver lining, then maybe every silver lining has a cloud?   That’s the analytical side of me, I know…the part of me that looks for reason and symmetry in every detail of my life.  Cause and effect, ebb and flow, curse and blessing…

I don’t truly believe that every good thing has to be balanced with bad, or vice versa, but when you’re laying crumpled on the floor, either staring up at the ceiling or spitting carpet out of your mouth (as I have done both in the last three weeks), these are the thoughts that might wander through your head.  Or, you could be more logical and just stick with the first thought that wanders through all our minds:

WHAT THE %$#&@ JUST HAPPENED TO ME???!!!!!

And so it was that I found myself asking that very question at 10:30 two nights ago.  An hour earlier we had all four ventured upstairs to bed, put away all clean towels and clothes, and settled in for a good night’s sleep.  A sleep that would be very short-lived.  I imagine that I had been asleep for about twenty minutes, not yet in a well-deserved REM cycle, but certainly oblivious to the room around me.  The silence of my mind was suddenly pierced with my daughter’s scream – a blood-curdling, baby-girl, something-is-so-terribly-wrong-that-words-just-won’t-do scream.  Amazingly, I believe she caught her breath twice and renewed the force of her scream.  Dom and I sat bolt upright in bed and immediately scrambled out.  Frazzled, confused, and terrified of whatever hell was breaking loose in our home, we ran to Victoria.  And I do mean RAN!!  I saw Dom make the hallway as I rounded the edge of our bed, fast on his heels.  All I recall in the next seconds is that I lurched forward, as if some evil spirit had shoved me from behind, and I saw the wall of the hallway coming at me fast.  I don’t recall sticking my arms out, though the bruises prove otherwise, but I do know that I broke my fall…With. My. Face.

The next moment, I was in a heap on the floor, my arms twisted beneath me, my face burning, and my neck killing me.  I could hear Dom ask if I was okay, to which I replied in a long moan that I was not, and then I just kept moaning, trying to figure out what happened, and how in the world I was going to get up.  I heard Victoria crying in the hall about five feet away from me, and I knew I must look a fright.  I also heard her explaining to a very confused and upset Dom that she thought she heard someone stomping, and believing that someone was coming to get her, she screamed.  Apparently, her Fight-Or-Flight does not include flight, as mine does.

“Damn!” I thought to myself.  Less than twelve hours earlier I had been released from the doctor with news that my elbow had only been sprained in the fall I sustained two weeks ago.  Laying on the floor – unintentionally – for the second time in a month, I feared that I had reinjured the elbow.  It wasn’t until Dom helped me to my feet that I realized my elbow was fine.  It was the rest of me that needed help.

Somehow in the fall, through the process of skidding on my face before coming to rest in the hallway, I had jammed my neck, skinned my knee, bruised the heels of both hands, and scathed the side of my face – which earned me a nice-sized goose egg above one eyebrow.  (My inability to breathe the next morning would reveal that I had also most likely bruised a rib.)   As we lay back down in bed after all the dust had settled, Dom repeatedly asked me which part hurt the most.

“Seriously, honey?  I have five points of impact that are screaming right now, and you want me to prioritize them?  Can you just get me something for the pain and we’ll call it a night?”

And call it a night, we did.  With the kids both nestled into a pallet on the floor just below my footboard, (‘cause they both heard the stomping, ya know!) we all eventually drifted back to peaceful sleep.  But not before I felt the bed shaking from Dom’s silent giggling – as he recalled to himself the trauma of the evening, his running into the hallway, seeing Aaron and Vic safely in the hall, and then turning around to find me…on the floor??  It all seemed incurably hysterical to him at that point.  I asked him if he agrees with Mickey’s assessment from two weeks ago… that I fall very quietly.  😉

I bravely went to work the next morning, moving at a snail’s pace from the pain, only to be fussed over by my dear co-workers as they told me that a head injury and rib injury should not be ignored, and they convinced me to call the doctor.  The doc saw me mid-morning and x-rayed my face, knee and ribs.  I am prohibited from kneeling, lifting, bending, pushing, pulling, running… and chewing crunchy foods, for at least the next few days.  Yes, really.

My dad made an interesting point, from his law-enforcement perspective:  “They tell us, if WE don’t make it to the scene safely, NO ONE is going to get the help they need!  Even in an emergency, you have to slow down and be careful, babydoll.”  Agreed.

Oh – and that evil spirit who was stomping up the stairs to steal my daughter?  The kids determined that it was the rabbits, who have done this kind of thing before, just not with the same results.  I recall that Marsha was thumping her back feet quite loudly this week, making me remember that night in December when I was awoken with such rabbit antics.  And again I say, “Hasenpfeffer!”

It will likely be a few days before I stop feeling like I’ve been in a massive car wreck, and  I will absolutely cringe if the bruise above my eye gets any more color to it. But hey – check it out:

My elbow isn’t broken!!!!!  🙂

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The Twelve Days of Christmas – Mainiero Style!

02 Monday Jan 2012

Posted by Lori Mainiero in Catholic, Dominic, Holiday Happiness, Life, My Kids Crack Me Up!, Wascally Wabbits, Welcome to My World, What-Not, Where Did THAT Come From?!

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For some, Christmas is over.  For our family and slightly over a billion other Catholics, Christmas has four more days to go.   I have taken some of our more memorable moments of the last few days and compiled them into the Mainiero Twelve Days of Christmas.  Disclaimer: The conversations shared here may or may not be verbatim, but convey no less than I heard, at any rate.  They are also not dated with any precision, since we are technically only on Day 8.

Somebody crank the harmonica, would ya?

On the First Day of Christmas my true love said to me…

“I’ve made an executive decision.”

“Seriously?  You do recall that the last time you made an executive decision and announced it in such grandiose fashion we ended up with Mabel, riiiiiiight??”

“Nevermind.”

On the Second Day of Christmas, my dear son, with Christmas money burning a hole in his pocket, said to me…

“Hey, Mom…can you take me to WalMart so I can get this Lego set I want?”

“Dude… on the day after Christmas, you want to go to WalMart?  December 26th…the pinnacle of wretched retail returns…really?? Puh-leeze!!” I huffed…

And then promptly took my children to WalMart.

On the Third Day of Christmas, my mother said to me…

“Let’s clean out Victoria’s room while I’m at your house today.”

“Sure.  Then we’ll clean out my washing machine and dryer filters.”

Ironically, neither of us was kidding.  Equally amazing, we found a movie gift card lodged in the dryer filter, and it still had a balance.

On the Fourth Day of Christmas, my children said to me…

“Hey Mom, since we found that movie gift card…” (don’t you love inappropriate use of the word “WE?”) “…can we go see a movie today?”

“What do you want to see?”

“Chipmunks!!”

“Hell no!”

On the Fifth Day of Christmas, my children said to me…

“Hey, when are you going to the grocery store again?”

“Never.”

“Whaaaaaa???!!!!”

“You want food?  Take my car.  And some books to sit on. One of you steer and one of you work the pedals.  Kroger is that direction.”

“Mommmm!!!”

On the Sixth  Day of Christmas, the rabbits said to me…

“Hey, lady!! It’s freakin’ cold out here in the garage since you left the bloomin’ door open all night.  Bring us in, would ya?”

“It’s 6 a.m.  Curl your furry little cottontails up into a ball and snuggle down in all that expensive bedding we buy you to pee on.”

“If you don’t come down and let us in, we’re going to thump our back feet so loud you’ll think the house is falling down around you.”

And so they did.  And so we did.  The rabbits were in the kitchen by 6:15.

On the Seventh Day of Christmas, I said to those damn rabbits…

“It’s 60 degrees again.  Out you go.”

“Witch!!”

“Hasenpfeffer!!!”

(Google it.)

On the Eighth Day of Christmas, my daughter said to me,

“Mimi wants to know if I can spend the night with her so that the fireworks don’t keep me awake tonight. Can I? Can I?  Pleeeeeeeeeeease???”

“Did Mimi ask you, or did you ask Mimi?”

“Does it matter?”

On the Ninth Day of Christmas, I heard my daughter say…

Quite excitedly as she was assisting her dad in cleaning out the fireplace…

“Hey, Daddy, can this be my job EVERY year??”

Rock on, right?  I may loan her out.

On the Tenth Day of Christmas, I said to AMC…

“For the love of everything holy, WHYYYYYYYYYYYY are gift cards to your theaters sold in Shreveport, Louisiana when there is not an AMC theater in a 200-mile radius of us???!!!!!”

“Oops.”

“’Oops??’  I’ve been gifted with $50 of worthless movie cards.  That is, unless my husband and I pass up fourteen other theaters and spend three times that in gas to go see a movie in Dallas.”

“We can refund you for the gift card values.  You’ll have a check in 5-8 weeks.”

Sweet.

On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, I confessed to the Hubster…

“Um, honey…I think that movie card I picked up for your office party was an AMC card too.  Tell whoever got it they can call for a refund.”

I got The Look.

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas my daughter said to me…

“Will you help me give Marsha a bath and clip her nails?  She really needs it, and I just know she’ll be good in the sink. I’ll hold her still.”

And wouldn’t ya know?  That’s just exactly how I wanted to spend the last of the holiday – giving the rabbit a Spa Day. 😉

I hope your family had a magical Christmas celebration, and that the magic continues throughout the year. 

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Ahh-CHOO and Uh-Oh!

10 Monday May 2010

Posted by Lori Mainiero in Life, The Critters, Wascally Wabbits, Welcome to My World, What-Not

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I’ve been sniffling and sputtering for about a week now, longer if you count the two weeks that my eyes itched and burned. So I just chalked it all up to seasonal allergies. After all, I had noticed Grass Pollen finally made its appearance on the pollen charts and I typically battle with oak, grass and ragweed at their respective times of year. I was trying to be a sweet wife when I mowed the yard last Monday while Dom was out of town. Despite driving right through a dustbowl and knowing immediately that I would pay dearly for it, I came in from the chore and took all necessary precautions to rid myself of any freeloading pollen spores. Shower, hair washing, and nasal wash. Ha! Take that, seasonal allergies!!

So why was I so stuffy on Tuesday? By lunchtime Wednesday I felt genuinely crummy, and so began to take stock of what was new in my routine. Well, I mowed. And oops…I had some honey on a sandwich. And, well, I have been visiting the pet store since Sunday. But I wouldn’t be going back to the pet store regularly since we brought home the bunny, Marsha Mallow.

I would not face it.

Nope, don’t even utter it!

I can NOT be allergic to the bunny. Do you hear me? C-A-N-N-O-T!!!!

I finally uttered the idea to my mom. “What if?” Then I described all of the accoutrements that we bought for Marsha. She eats hay. HAS to have it as part of her daily diet. Mom shared, “I could never go on hayrides because I’m so allergic to hay!” And wouldn’t you know, mom and I have parallel allergies!

So I spent the next 48 hours praying that I am not allergic to Marsha. I can handle being allergic to her hay. Dom mentioned the idea to Vic, who came straight to me and asked “What if?” I promised her that if I am allergic to Marsha, we will just work around it. Marsha is here to stay.

Now what?

Well, I went to my doctor this afternoon. I love that she can see me on such short notice! I have been diagnosed with a cold. Maybe a little seasonal allergy layered in there somewhere, but definitely not a reaction to Marsha. The hay is still in question, but with some prescriptions and rest I should be symptom free soon.

And that makes me very hoppy!

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Some Bunny to Love

03 Monday May 2010

Posted by Lori Mainiero in Munchkins, The Critters, Victoria, Wascally Wabbits, What-Not

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Despite the trauma of the hermit crab story, Victoria persists in having a small, cuddly pet all her own. And while, yes, I agree that a puppy would be ideal for the unity of our four-legged children, I just don’t think we can handle three dogs. And besides, Mabel is supposed to be Aaron and Vic’s puppy, right? Rrrriiiiiiiiiight…

Vic asked me the other day if she could have a hamster. Yuk. I now know better than to hold a pet ransom for good behavior, but there is nothing stopping me from insisting the pet be earned before it is owned. I told Vic if she met her AC Math goal this quarter that I would get her a hamster, or some other equally rodent-like critter. I decided I’d better arm myself with information, and fast!

I talked it over with my friends at work and learned that a hamster might not be ideal for my own sanity. Another co-worker suggested a bunny rabbit, and after she shared with me how gentle and easy her kids’ rabbit is, I was sold!! And it didn’t take long to convince Vic that this was a much better pet idea. In fact, in just five days Victoria brought her AC Math points up from 2 to 15. We now have a mere 5 points to go!! In celebration of the near-victory, we went to the pet store to look at bunnies on Sunday. Wow. They are so darn cute!!! We picked one out and Victoria held it for nearly 45 minutes straight. It’s love, y’all. Pure hoppy love!

We left the bunny at the pet store, with my insistence that all the math points must be earned before purchase. But I have a feeling those last 5 points will be captured within the next 24 hours, so we can bring home – are you ready for this? – Marsha Mallow Mainiero.

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