The Skin I’m In: My eyes puckered back up. I had an allergic reaction to the meds and creams the good doctor’s assistant prescribed. Dammit to hell, that pisses me off. I mean, I’m sure it would all be fine if I just left it alone and did nothing but sunscreen, but come now, there has to be an answer. So here’s what she prescribed, and what I suspect is the culprit of my wrinkled bag ladies (my eyes, not my boobs, thank you very much): Benzaclin. I suspect that’s the real demon in my life, causing severe redness, stinging and burning, and the ever popular peeling. The skin around my eyes clammed up (even though I took special care to apply nowhere near my eyes). It was horrible. I don’t know exactly if it was the Benzaclin, as she suggested five new items, and I tried them all at once, so I now need to go at it one at a time. I’m ruling out the Benzaclin first. Here’s what she suggested: after cleansing my face with a "facial shampoo," apply Retin-A-Micro every night (but to begin, every other or third night). In the morning apply the Benzaclin (not a chance in hell), and then apply these amazing creams by Neocutis (the Bio-Gel and the Bio-Restorative Eye cream). Now I’m scared to use any of it, aside from the Retin-A-Micro and sunscreen. As it has been over a week now, using it every third night, I’m doing okay, but not great. What a mess.
The In-Laws: are in! It is so nice being around family, so nice, in fact, that I want to move. Maybe back to NY, or maybe to Florida. I’ve brought this up to Phil, and he’s not exactly wincing at the idea, so we’ll see. This wouldn’t be happening for a good year or so, if at all. I just want to be around more family (you know, other than Phil). I want to give these kids the luxury of being surrounded by all the people who love them. Phil’s mom and I stayed up until 3am last night, playing… Super Mario Galaxy on Phil’s new birthday Wii (from moi). I kinda love that she can totally nerd out with me. It’s 2am, and we’re doing high-fives and screaming at animated giant bugs. The closest Rome came to such play was keeping a bug up her ass.
The Tater Tots: Video to come. My favorite thing that Abigail has been doing this month, is walking over to me, kissing me on the cheek, then turning around, showing me her rump and plopping down for a seat on my lap. I never knew how something so simple could make me so happy that didn’t involve shopping or food. And Kind Sir is OBSESSED with balls (the rubber kind). He says it over and over, and when he hears the word, he looks up frantically, searching for the nearest one. Both of them love to be chased. I wonder when they tire of the whole, "I’m gonna get you" thing. Or the "who wants to be tickled?" thing. I suspect it’s sometime close to when they’re learning cursive (the language and penmanship).
Take This Job and Record It: I’ve found a stash of my childhood videos, all the way back to third grade, singing at North Side Elementary with Mrs. Trude. I plan on posting such content, though I do wonder, is this something I can do? Showing a video of all my classmates as we sing? It’s amazing how these videos make you really remember what life was like at that age. Watching them, I began to cry. I hadn’t expected to see my grandmother on the videos. It reminded me of how loved I was growing up, and it’s why I want, so much, for these taters to be closer to their cousins, aunts, and grandparents. Life is too short to be so far away.
