Thursday, September 24, 2009

Our gBaby

Some things about me are just ridiculous. RIDICULOUS.

For instance... I have a small obsession with eBay. It's pathetic. I love playing on it. Bidding on it. Talking about it. I love the concept.

I watch television on closed caption. Why? I do not know- I wish my grandfather would watch HIS television on closed caption. But, I do.

But the biggest thing...
I am allergic to sunscreen.
Sunscreen and hair dye.
Sunscreen, hair dye, and Will's asthma medicines.
Sunscreen, hair dye, Will's asthma medicine, and latex.
Sunscreen, hair dye, Will's asthma medicine, latex, and... Eileen's diapers.

The list goes on, but these are the things that are the most important as I run into them the most, all except the hair dye-- Rachel Cagle, new brunette-at-large, again.

I had no idea what a "big deal" a latex allergy was until I got elbow deep in Eileen's diapers. Her sweet and easy Pampers have a lovely chemical called ethylenediame. Good grief, I can barely spell it... but I can clearly tell you that I am VERY allergic to it. Ethylhatesmyfacene is in all the afore mentioned items and PE (pre-Eileen), Will and I were just very aware of it and tried to prevent contact with them as much as we could.

I had no idea it was in diapers.

No idea until my skin went horribly south. My face broke out. My hands broke out. It was all around not pretty. I would go to bed at night covered in Vaseline to stop the itching. I was a pretty picture...

A little investigation turned up few options for people of my sorts. Apparently, there are 4 options for latex-free diapers. All of which have a description to this effect:

"Since XYZ diaper is all natural and does not contain any harsh chemical that might lead a lab rat to developing something that looks like cancer, it needs to be changed more often leading your child to being less likely to developing diaper rash."

Excuse me? I would like a diaper that could hold a little more than what the Niagara pushes over the edge. Diaper rash be damned. We have Boudreaux's for that. I do not recycle, unless it is convenient to me. I am not green. I do not pretend to be.

More investigation turned up gDiapers. Holy flushing toilets, Bat-Baby. Eileen's diapers can now be flushed. DOWN THE TOILET.

It's the coolest (if not the grossest) thing I have ever seen. I, who spent nine months throwing up at the thought of feet, dirty diapers, and rain. Not to mention 27 years of being anti-diapers and telling Martha that her children would not have dirty diapers when I kept them for a few hours here and there-- they knew better (and they did)... have reached a new high in Super Mom status.

I am, officially, green (by default).
Maybe I'll start recycling...

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Six Day Challenge...

Okay, so the seven day challenge did not work out quite as well as I had hoped. We did really well for the first 3.5 days. But, after spending so many days in a row alone with a crying Eileen I was invited to lunch on Friday. Husband said, "GO! TSDC be damned!" So, I went.

And then, of course, yesterday was Moe's Monday-- $5 Moe's. Yum.

BUT! Other than those two moments of weakness.... the Cagles did really well otherwise.

So, we're going for round two with The Seven Day Challenge, however-- it is going to be called the SIX Day Challenge, leaving Friday open for Lunch Bunch with my new buddies.

In other news, we have been reviewing the calendar and are pleased to announce that Husband has a whopping six days off over the next fifty days. S-I-X. On average, that is one day off every 8.3 days.

Today is one them, so I will not spend any more time blogging this morning... there's a Husband waiting for me, one that I miss terribly.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The Seven Day Challenge

Husband and wife enjoy eating out. We enjoy the whole process--- picking where we will eat, discussing what we feast on, having a server bring the food to us and then take it away…. We do not even mind paying. Much.

As I mentioned, Husband had five glorious days off this past week and in five days we zipped through, I am not kidding, over $200 in dining out alone.

Dude. That’s a little ridiculous.

So, over dinner (at Rae’s…$50) on Sunday night, we made a decision. A challenge, really. Starting Tuesday, the Cagles would not eat out one thing for seven days.

It is harder than you think it is.

PETF had hip replacement surgery on Tuesday (she's doing amazing, PS), thus sitting in the hospital involved drinking the water I packed. For lunch, while it would have been much easier to grab Chick-Fil-A downstairs at University, I had to head to the grocery store for supper food. Knowing that Husband was working nights this week and not days… it would have been nice to go out to eat before he left. Just to spend a few minutes having someone else take care of us. But, for $20 a lunch for five days… that can just take a sabbatical. So, I went to the Poooblix and bought yummy Publix sub bread, turkey, and Muenster cheese for $14.33 so we can have “Publix subs” homemade. Each sandwich will cost us about $2.47, a HUGE savings from the $6.32 that Publix charges. AND an even greater savings from the $16.22 from My Friends Place. Chips and a cold diet coke… the Cagles are happy.

Last night, we went to visit PETF at University to give her hugs, kisses, and bring Dad some supper. It would have been easy to go by Zaxby’s and pick up a Zalad for $8… nope, we cooked a piece of chicken that breaks down to $.88, couscous, and a tarragon tomato at $.97. Total price for Woo’s supper…$1.85. On the way home, we discussed how good a Zalad would be for us, but NO! We had our challenge. At home, we ate fresh salmon for $7.62 with a $.43 lemon, squash casserole (squash cost about $4), couscous with tomatoes (another $.97) & red wine (priceless… seriously though, $11). Total price for the Cagles fabulous supper…$6.56 a person, and we have leftovers! A better price than the $22 at Zaxby’s (with drinks).

Today, Husband wanted to walk up to the convenience store for coffee, a mere $2.44. I told him there was nothing more convenient than having him sit down. I whipped out the coffee maker…ten minutes later, the time it would have taken him to walk to Circle K…he had his $.01 cent of coffee just the way he likes it- 2 Splenda.

Good grief, I sound like my father.

Sunday, September 13, 2009


After months and months of working days upon days straight... Husband had a day off. It was full of sanding the boat, playing with bambina, and doting on his lovely wife. Five glorious days of having a husband.

What a change!

Thursday, two out of the three Cagles attended Antiques and Wine, a benefit for Historic Augusta. It involves two of our faves, antiques and wine... hence the title. We walked out with a ride from Zingooooooo and a new addition to our home found in a lovely old desk that Husband bought during the live auction!

Wife had to work Friday but the evening was spent eating Mexican outside with all the three Cagles. Chatting and talking and listening, and just... enjoying each others company without the stress of a chaotic day left behind hanging over his head (and another one on the brink).

Saturday... GAME DAY! The Cagles, all 3 of us, cleaned and played until 6ish when friends started rolling to 2635 to watch the Dawgs play. Chicken on the grill (Gamecock to be precise) and a sleepy baby made for a wonderful evening that ended far too late.

And here we are at Sunday.... a lovely morning downtown with Husband's coffee and wife's chicken salad for breakfast. Eileen sitting in her swing watching her first episode of Handy Manny and I am quickly catching up on work that needs to be done while sweet Husband is finally getting to play on his boat, after two months of hospital work and no playtime.

Tomorrow, wife works & Husband takes his last day and just swims in it... doing whatever he wants to do... because he can. After this nice reprieve, he goes back to the hospital at 110%.

But for a brief moment, I caught a glimpse of what life will be like when he is done with residency.

And I liked it.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


Sometimes, like right now... I look at her and think about how lucky we are. She is snoring away, fast asleep while I continue to work well past 5:30. It was hell getting her here, but I would do it again in an instant.

But, maybe I would eat more turkey sandwiches.