Saturday, May 31, 2008
I'm a-gonna be an auntie!
Yes, folks, you read it here first. There is a little Carolinelet on the way!!! :D This means that, as BFF, I am in charge of planning the baby shower. I have never done such a thing before, so this should be good. Childfree-er plans baby shower! Fox News at 11.
Um, why?
Why is a TV-show-turned-m0vie about these four women who most of America has nothing in common with, who do not resemble most American women in any way, wildly popular? Because, apparently, a lot of American women are dumb. :P
(Go see The Strangers instead. You won't regret it, though you may find yourself slightly insomniac after.)
(Go see The Strangers instead. You won't regret it, though you may find yourself slightly insomniac after.)
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
So, it's Wednesday
Today's itinerary: Still feel sick. Spend most of day feeling gross.
On the bright side, Caroline is coming on Saturday. She is bringing her aged kitty, who she does not have room for at Boyfriend's house. Socks is coming to live out her remaining years at Casa Zen-Samoa. As she is already 15, these are likely to be few, but hopefully we can make them good ones.
On the bright side, Caroline is coming on Saturday. She is bringing her aged kitty, who she does not have room for at Boyfriend's house. Socks is coming to live out her remaining years at Casa Zen-Samoa. As she is already 15, these are likely to be few, but hopefully we can make them good ones.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
When it doesn't pay to get out of bed
My day.
9:00- Get out of bed. Discover presence of migraine. Medicate for migraine.
10:15- Finish shower. Open door to discover presence of DD1, who is begging for WALKRIGHTNOW!!! Slap on some clothes and take him out, only to discover that he refuses to do his business. Hit elbow on doorknob on way out door.
11:00- Discover that medication has caused self to gain ten pounds since January. Am now officially heaviest ever in life. Immediately begin self-tapering off offending med.
1:15: Arrive at work. Go about duties. Discover that one client is having a "sensitive" day and is bursting into tears when you tell her anything that, in any way, shape, or form, resembles "no".
3:00- Discover that major part of nurse's duties has been overlooked. Discover, upon further investigation, that this is because nurse is no longer employed due to erratic behavior. Spend next hour resolving mess.
4:00- Go to grocery store. Leak raw BBQ chicken juice over several bags.
5:00- Hide in med room and whimper quietly.
5:30- Flee to home.
Oh, and while all this is going on, suffer raging PMS and cramps. In 80 degree heat with 150% humidity.
Some days it is just not worth the bother of getting out of bed.
9:00- Get out of bed. Discover presence of migraine. Medicate for migraine.
10:15- Finish shower. Open door to discover presence of DD1, who is begging for WALKRIGHTNOW!!! Slap on some clothes and take him out, only to discover that he refuses to do his business. Hit elbow on doorknob on way out door.
11:00- Discover that medication has caused self to gain ten pounds since January. Am now officially heaviest ever in life. Immediately begin self-tapering off offending med.
1:15: Arrive at work. Go about duties. Discover that one client is having a "sensitive" day and is bursting into tears when you tell her anything that, in any way, shape, or form, resembles "no".
3:00- Discover that major part of nurse's duties has been overlooked. Discover, upon further investigation, that this is because nurse is no longer employed due to erratic behavior. Spend next hour resolving mess.
4:00- Go to grocery store. Leak raw BBQ chicken juice over several bags.
5:00- Hide in med room and whimper quietly.
5:30- Flee to home.
Oh, and while all this is going on, suffer raging PMS and cramps. In 80 degree heat with 150% humidity.
Some days it is just not worth the bother of getting out of bed.
Tagalong strikes again
More evidence that Tagalong is dumber than a brick, if we didn't know already.
Tagalong (and Mother Samoa, to an extent) have a lovely habit of calling us every time some random person that Mr. Samoa doesn't remember from Samoa Homestate dies, or someone from Samoa Church that he also doesn't remember. They then want us to go to the viewing or funeral, which is inevitably in two hours, and get huffy when we don't go because 1)we don't have a transporter beam and 2) Mr. Samoa has no idea who this person is, and I sure as hell don't either.
So, bearing this in mind. Daisy's dad, Tagalong's ex, was rushed to the hospital last week with a potentially life-threatening health problem. He is OK, but it had to be scary for Daisy, and it was, well, lifethreatening. Now, we aren't fond of Tagalong's ex, but the ill will we have is more like wishing for birds to poop on his head and malware to hose his hard drive, NOT death, for God's sake. Sooo.....
Do you think Tagalong calls and tells us that the FATHER OF HER CHILD nearly died? Oh hell no. We got the news from Mr. Florida, Mr. Samoa's friend who was watching the dogs this weekend. Mr. F nearly fell over when he learned we didn't know. So, can't bother to tell us that the FOHC is in intensive care at death's door, but has to call us every time Mrs. Finglehammer who sat three rows across from them in church and showed up once a month has a hangnail.
Yeah, Tagalong is not so bright.
Tagalong (and Mother Samoa, to an extent) have a lovely habit of calling us every time some random person that Mr. Samoa doesn't remember from Samoa Homestate dies, or someone from Samoa Church that he also doesn't remember. They then want us to go to the viewing or funeral, which is inevitably in two hours, and get huffy when we don't go because 1)we don't have a transporter beam and 2) Mr. Samoa has no idea who this person is, and I sure as hell don't either.
So, bearing this in mind. Daisy's dad, Tagalong's ex, was rushed to the hospital last week with a potentially life-threatening health problem. He is OK, but it had to be scary for Daisy, and it was, well, lifethreatening. Now, we aren't fond of Tagalong's ex, but the ill will we have is more like wishing for birds to poop on his head and malware to hose his hard drive, NOT death, for God's sake. Sooo.....
Do you think Tagalong calls and tells us that the FATHER OF HER CHILD nearly died? Oh hell no. We got the news from Mr. Florida, Mr. Samoa's friend who was watching the dogs this weekend. Mr. F nearly fell over when he learned we didn't know. So, can't bother to tell us that the FOHC is in intensive care at death's door, but has to call us every time Mrs. Finglehammer who sat three rows across from them in church and showed up once a month has a hangnail.
Yeah, Tagalong is not so bright.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Memorial Day
It was kind of a sad commentary on the times. Mr. Samoa and I hit the cemeteries, for Caroline's mom and my grandma, every Memorial Day. The cemetery where Caroline's mom is buried has a rather large military section. While we were there, we saw a dug-up section of the military area that we first thought was some type of construction. It wasn't. It was new military graves. :(
OK, you all know that I am the most apolitical creature out there. But I feel I have to say this to our current government, such as it is. LET. IT. GO. Get out of there. Stop lying to our troops who just want to make a better life for us and their families. Stop telling them they're protecting us when all they are protecting is your frigging oil stock portfolio. I am sick and tired of it. We are all sick and tired of it. You aren't going to win anything any more, so quit deluding yourselves. I am sick of young kids the age of the students I taught, getting blown to smithereens, and, God help some of them, sometimes surviving the explosion. If surviving you can call it. We don't believe you any more. The Iraqi people sure as hell don't believe you. Get the hell out of there and quit killing our troops and let the Iraqis go about their business. If you want terrorists, why don't you check out places like, oh, Afghanistan, WHERE THEY ARE??? That would be the best Memorial Day remembrance of all.
That is all.
OK, you all know that I am the most apolitical creature out there. But I feel I have to say this to our current government, such as it is. LET. IT. GO. Get out of there. Stop lying to our troops who just want to make a better life for us and their families. Stop telling them they're protecting us when all they are protecting is your frigging oil stock portfolio. I am sick and tired of it. We are all sick and tired of it. You aren't going to win anything any more, so quit deluding yourselves. I am sick of young kids the age of the students I taught, getting blown to smithereens, and, God help some of them, sometimes surviving the explosion. If surviving you can call it. We don't believe you any more. The Iraqi people sure as hell don't believe you. Get the hell out of there and quit killing our troops and let the Iraqis go about their business. If you want terrorists, why don't you check out places like, oh, Afghanistan, WHERE THEY ARE??? That would be the best Memorial Day remembrance of all.
That is all.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Back from the wilds
Mr. Samoa and I just got back from Treefilled County, where we spent the weekend at a lovely medieval style inn there. We had a pretty good time, though we are both the kind who only sleep well in our own bed and we are going to sleep like the dead as a result tonight. :P
One shares tables at mealtimes, and we were seated with a young couple about our age. I felt sorry for the poor wife, as she was a new mother (the baby was 2 months old and staying with Grandma) and was clearly looking for someone to compare notes with. So who did she and her husband get seated with? Me, the Childfree Hag, and two older couples whose children were likely older than she was. I was contemplating climbing onto the table and shouting, "Can we get another new mother in the house for this poor lady??" The waitress was also a trifle disconcerting. A gentleman at our table was allergic to peanuts (read this: http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/peanut-allergy/DS00710 to see why the following is inappropriate) and the waitress kept joking about putting peanut products in his food! He was joking back with her, but I nearly had a heart attack of my own, because the nearest EMS is 12-15 minutes away from this place! He was looking pretty frisky this morning, so I assume she wasn't serious; however, if I ever develop a food allergy of my own I think I will pack a sack lunch.
One shares tables at mealtimes, and we were seated with a young couple about our age. I felt sorry for the poor wife, as she was a new mother (the baby was 2 months old and staying with Grandma) and was clearly looking for someone to compare notes with. So who did she and her husband get seated with? Me, the Childfree Hag, and two older couples whose children were likely older than she was. I was contemplating climbing onto the table and shouting, "Can we get another new mother in the house for this poor lady??" The waitress was also a trifle disconcerting. A gentleman at our table was allergic to peanuts (read this: http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/peanut-allergy/DS00710 to see why the following is inappropriate) and the waitress kept joking about putting peanut products in his food! He was joking back with her, but I nearly had a heart attack of my own, because the nearest EMS is 12-15 minutes away from this place! He was looking pretty frisky this morning, so I assume she wasn't serious; however, if I ever develop a food allergy of my own I think I will pack a sack lunch.
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