Intermission

There are advantages to falling ill every time your child is sick. Okay, well, just one. You know what you're in for. So when the mini had a horrible virus in December, Poker Chick knew she was in for two weeks of misery and a full blown stuffy nose that didn't quit. And when she was sick for longer than two weeks, she knew it was past the normal phase of that illness and got herself some drugs.

So when she spent the last few days feeling like crap, she knew the fever would soon pass as the mini got better in just a few days.

Sorry for the lack of posts, peeps. Our girl's been sick. Oh, and apparently so is a woman who calls herself "Cinderella", blogs just like Poker Chick, and writes in Japanese. Weird!

You Tell Me

Admittedly Poker Chick has not posted anything of substance for a while. You may think this is because she's been too busy at work. True. Perhaps there's been nothing interesting worth writing. Perhaps also true. But mostly, she's caught with too many thoughts in her head these days and no clue what to write about.

The thing is, she has no idea what you peeps want to read and what is dismissed as dull.

So here's a taste of different topics on her mind. Time for you to to tell this girl what the heck you want to read about. Seriously, please. She's clueless.

• Resolutions. It's Feb. 1 so how is she doing?
• Grandparents.
  
• Euthenasia.
  
• The never-ending saga of the teeth in progress.
• Birthday parties.
• The Super Bowl. Not football, stupid. Re-read the title of this blog as well as the url. What other interests might the Super Bowl hold?
• What an awesome weekend looks like.
• The election.
• Femininity.

One Big Mindf*ck

That was the original title for the series Lost. Poker Chick offers $1 to whoever can get either of the following websites to work and report back to her: find815.com or flyoceanicair.com An extra $1 to those who can tell her why the reflection of the island in the ocean is a city skyline instead of trees.

So the doctor tabled the pee thing for about six months. Meanwhile, Poker Chick hit a new low as a working parent. Realizing this morning she had no gift yet for a kids' birthday party today (Really, who has birthday parties on Fridays? Some of us work, people!!) she asked the nanny to go buy a gift while the mini was at school and also get a card. Nice, right?

It's Gross, But I Gotta Ask

So the mini had her 3 year "big kid" physical. 30 pounds, 37 inches passed her eye and ear tests, was appropriately chatty and behaved perfectly. But she failed her urinalysis. Weird, I know. So we took cups home and did it again (I know, picture a nanny running 'round NYC with pee in her bag. Talk about bad job descriptions). She failed that too.

Photo for illustration purposes only.

Doctor wants to "chat" tomorrow. Anyone want to make neurotic Poker Chick feel better? What does it mean if her kid has trace amounts of blood in her pee?