I'm all about the child labor around here, ninja or not: Random Tuesday Thoughts
Tuesday, April 27, 2010 at 3:25AM 
It appears it's Tuesday again. Damn Tuesdays, with their regularity.
Well, you know what that means! It means it's time to dump all your random thoughts into a post and sew it up neat with the fugly button. Then link up, visit a few other people who are like me and too lazy to come up with an actual post random!
Shall we?
I have another appointment with my naturopath tomorrow. She said I clearly have a hormonal imbalance (duh) and wants to do some technique called Auricular therapy. Which is...like acupuncture on your ear only?
Is it just me, or is this getting flakier?
In a semi-related note, a few weeks ago I went to my GP to get her to make another referral to a gynecologist, because it can take up to a year to get an appointment with a good one here and I may as well have it waiting in the wings if the naturopath doesn't figure things out, y'know?
Not that I think the naturopath won't figure it out. I'm sure she will, if I belieeeeeeve hard enough and cross my fingers and twinkle the right amount of fairy dust.
Anyway. The GP looked at me suspiciously when I told her I haven't had a period since December, because the last time I talked to her I was getting them every two weeks. I interpreted her look and sighed in reply, "No, I'm not pregnant."
"Are you sure? Because I've seen many a blood test come back positive when the home pregnancy test was negative."
Then she sent me for the blood test and I spent two weeks obsessing over the possibility that I was harboring some kind of ninja fetus that didn't show up on pee sticks. (Hubby was okay with it, because every time I demanded, "Are you sure my boobs aren't bigger?", he got to check.)
Not surprisingly, the blood test was negative. I was disappointed.
I really wanted a ninja.
I've noticed that I make excuses for people's behaviour a lot. Oh, they're very young. I made lots of bonehead moves when I was younger, too. Or well, maybe they're stressed and carrying a lot of anger.
Conversely, sometimes I wish I had an assassin on retainer.
I'm a complicated soul.
If I'd birthed a ninja, I would have had an assassin at my beck and call. So now I'm doubly disappointed.
Admiral Ackbar toilet. Holy trap.
My bathroom is still not finished. I have resorted to this:
What? He works cheap.
It's Free Comic Book Day on Saturday, you guys. You should go. Not that I'm trying to convert anybody, or anything. It's just that it's FREE COMICS.
(Free!)
(In case I forgot to mention that.)
Your turn! Get outta here, yous crazy kids, and be random!
Reader Comments (46)
When life gives you lemons you make a toddler sand the wall. That's as good a reason as anything. I bet that spot is really well sanded.
Child wall sanding...sweet!!!! And why the heck not...they get food and a roof over their head..right?
Acupuncture on the ear huh? Okay! If you say so. And then what? Turn around five times and stick your finger in the air? Sorry...couldn't help myself!! I felt the same way when I went to a Kinesioligist. But it did work...much to my surprise. So one never knows. Good luck!
Hugs
SueAnn
Child Labor rocks.
Sorry about the ninja not happening. That woulda been cool.
I'm convinced all Docs are confused and always ask for House. He takes a while but always gets it figured out. Usually withing 60 minutes;)
Sorry about your hormone imbalance - hopefully your naturopath can get it figured out, especially with that kind of waitlist for a gyno.
X is SO CUTE!! With his help your bathroom will be done in no time! ;)
It must be really great to have your own little ninja to kill and fight at your beck and call.
I'm going to run this by my wife.
A year to get a gyno appt? Wow! Maybe you do need to get pregnant. ONly kidding.
Can I hire your kid to do my bathrooms? I pay in cookies...
You know...you'll probably get the bathroom finished faster that way. Don't think of it as child labor, think of it as teaching your kid karate skills he'll be able to use if he ever gets in a tournament battle with some rotten douche bag named Johnny who will undoubtedly sweep the leg...they always do. Bastards.
Sending you good vibes for the naturopath stuffs. Is that even a word, because the spell check says nay.
Who knew the ear was the key to hormone imbalance. Obviously the naturopath does, but me, I had no idea. Good luck with that.
A year to get an appt. with a gyno??WTH? That's a bit long.
Sorry you don't have your own ninja assassin. Although it looks like you have a ninja sander.
No ninja! That sucks. You could of had started a child labor crew while developing the assassin skills.
A year for an appt.. No wonder I hate doctors. Hoping you get some hormonal relief soon.
Being pregnant with a ninja would be like giving birth to Chuck Norris, and that would totally rock!
Good luck with your hormones, I feel like mine are always imbalanced.
Do you think I can turn my fetus into some type of ninja superstar? Step by step instructions please.
Heh, ninjas. And hubs is totally geeked out over Free Comic Book Day on Saturday. He'll be taking our 3 year old to indoctrinate her into the world of comics. I'm cool with that since he got me the 'Wheel of Time' series so squee!
Your little guy working on the wall is fab. Child labor laws be damned!
Good luck at the naturopath! And please don't wait a year before seeing another gynecologist. :(
isn't it funny how we totally freak out if we are and then disappointed when we aren't.
Sigh. I feel your pain. I am CLOCKWORK and can't seem to get nature to move it on the baby path. You would think my cycle is a paint by numbers kit and I just have to fill in the spots. Yeah, life is laughing at me right now.
I get knocked up easy. I'd be happy to grow you a ninja.
I love your randoms!
I know how you feel about not having a ninja when you thought you might. Even when you don't think you want something, it hurts to find out it isn't going to happen. I'm still bathroomless too but at least I have my barn :)
I thought my life was overwhelmingly fun and then I read about yours! Sorry that you aren't getting a ninja. You can have one of mine! ;)
That ninja thing would have been pretty neat! You could have rented him out and everything!
Love the randomness. Thanks for hosting!
Sorry for the lack of ninja.
The sweetest words I've ever heard from my kids are "Can I help you cleam?" (yes, with a M)
Why oh why isn't your bathroom done? Couldn't that toddler contractor hire some of his buds at the local pre-school to come in and finish the job?
You need magic socks. If you want a little girl ninja, pink socks, a little boy ninja, blue or maybe black, then the kid will be born with the outfit already on.
Have pregnant women touch your socks, or at least friends that are "mothers" because that stuff can be contagious at times. Then wear them and wear them and wear them. That's how my sisters got impregnated.
Oh, man. No ninja just sucks. But can you imagine what it would have felt like if that baby kicked?
I love the way the kid gets his whole body into the sanding. Not just putting his back into it, but his butt and his legs, too. Keeping him from being one of those obese kids.
Good luck with your naturopath. I finally had a dr tell me the truth the other day. Medicine is 1/2 sciene and 1/2 black magic.
There should be a rule against doctors getting your hopes up. Or there should be a ninja to "take care" of them when they do so without reason.
And thanks for reminding me that I only have to wait a few years before E starts earning his keep around here. :)
Having your own killer on retainer would be fantastic. And Admiral Ackbar? It's just wrong.