Thursday, July 28, 2005
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Piddling Affairs
Tomorrow I go in for pre-op, which means waiting, filling out paperwork, and probably getting my vitals checked. The hospital has to check to make sure I'm fit for surgery, and of course, that my insurance will pay for it. Then I get to drink potassium citrate and have an enema. Reamed in more than one way. Add to that the joy of having only clear fluids tomorrow (I asked Eric, "does vodka count??"), and I'm going to be one bitchy person tomorrow. But hallelujah! Friday I get my "fundament" repaired, as my grandmother would say. It will be good to get off the piddle pad regimen.
Last night, Logan and I watched Diary of a Mad Black Woman, which couldn't make up its mind between being a comedy or a drama. There were funny moments, but rather schmaltzy moments as well. Earlier, we had eaten the Tuesday special, $2.99 taco plates at Rosa's, with kids in tow. Monday, Logan left the kids at home and after picking me up from work, took me to eat fish and shrimp at Long John Silver's. Yeah, I know, no great shakes as far as the food goes, but Logan was making a point to spend time with me before my surgery.
I've been inexplicably nervous about this surgery. I'm not afraid of the actual operation, for I know the doctor is skilled - I've read up on him. I'm wary of being put under, and how my heart might react. I have no history of heart problems, but given my weight, cholesterol level, and blood pressure, I'm worried. Add to that the weird head things I've been feeling the last two days - dizziness, almost blacking out sitting here at my desk doing nothing strenuous, and feeling a burning sensation in my head along with a slight fever and headache - and I'm making myself paranoid.
Today or tomorrow, I have to get a will written, a durable power of attorney assigned to Logan, and decide what I want on a medical directive or "living will", should the worst happen and I end up in a vegetative state. It's not just the impending surgery causing me to think of all this, it's the fact that I've made contact with my son who was adopted out at birth and that I'm talking a lot more with Beth, and developing what seems to be turning in to a good relationship with her. I know I need to plan especially for Brighid and Weyland, since they are closer to me than my grown children, and know me as their mother, but I want to make some sort of provision for my first daughter and son as well. I just don't know what to leave them, since I don't have much of value. It seems ridiculous to make a list of all the various and sundry items, but I know how much ill will has been and can be caused by not being specific enough in one's will. I had two aunts who didn't speak to each other for years over a dispute about their mother's sterling silver charm bracelet. The main thing I want to leave everyone with is a warm place in his heart for me. (Ok, grammar police, "his" is correct - everyone = singular = his, for the masculine is correct when gender is not specific.)
I've told Logan that I want him and Susan to have final say in my funeral if they are both still around. I want a wake, a loud, boisterous, happy party. I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT want a somber viewing at a funeral home where everyone speaks in hushed tones, mumbling pleasantries, all the while wondering how long they have to stay for form's sake. So fer cryin' out loud, throw a party. With a three drink minimum. Spend the money on booze, music, food, and fresh flowers. I'd like a Dixie-Land jazz band, the kind they have in New Orleans, where they play music, carry umbrellas, and dance in the streets. I'd like a full gospel black choir singing "When The Saints Go Marching In". Hell, maybe even a mariachi band. But of course, a piper at graveside. I'd like to be buried in my Lindsay kilt or failing that, my favorite blue jeans. I want to be planted next to Pappy in a wooden coffin of the European style. Put coins on my eyes. Hire a couple of 20 year-old studly looking actors to keel and wail and throw themselves into the ground after the casket is lowered, just for kicks. But most important, I don't want a Baptist funeral or a Catholic one. As far as I'm concerned, the jury is still out as to whether or not there really is a god, so keep that in mind. It's ok to mention God in passing - cover all the bases, as it were - but for godsakes, don't make a production about it. Get the burying part over, and get on with the celebrating.
Last night, Logan and I watched Diary of a Mad Black Woman, which couldn't make up its mind between being a comedy or a drama. There were funny moments, but rather schmaltzy moments as well. Earlier, we had eaten the Tuesday special, $2.99 taco plates at Rosa's, with kids in tow. Monday, Logan left the kids at home and after picking me up from work, took me to eat fish and shrimp at Long John Silver's. Yeah, I know, no great shakes as far as the food goes, but Logan was making a point to spend time with me before my surgery.
I've been inexplicably nervous about this surgery. I'm not afraid of the actual operation, for I know the doctor is skilled - I've read up on him. I'm wary of being put under, and how my heart might react. I have no history of heart problems, but given my weight, cholesterol level, and blood pressure, I'm worried. Add to that the weird head things I've been feeling the last two days - dizziness, almost blacking out sitting here at my desk doing nothing strenuous, and feeling a burning sensation in my head along with a slight fever and headache - and I'm making myself paranoid.
Today or tomorrow, I have to get a will written, a durable power of attorney assigned to Logan, and decide what I want on a medical directive or "living will", should the worst happen and I end up in a vegetative state. It's not just the impending surgery causing me to think of all this, it's the fact that I've made contact with my son who was adopted out at birth and that I'm talking a lot more with Beth, and developing what seems to be turning in to a good relationship with her. I know I need to plan especially for Brighid and Weyland, since they are closer to me than my grown children, and know me as their mother, but I want to make some sort of provision for my first daughter and son as well. I just don't know what to leave them, since I don't have much of value. It seems ridiculous to make a list of all the various and sundry items, but I know how much ill will has been and can be caused by not being specific enough in one's will. I had two aunts who didn't speak to each other for years over a dispute about their mother's sterling silver charm bracelet. The main thing I want to leave everyone with is a warm place in his heart for me. (Ok, grammar police, "his" is correct - everyone = singular = his, for the masculine is correct when gender is not specific.)
I've told Logan that I want him and Susan to have final say in my funeral if they are both still around. I want a wake, a loud, boisterous, happy party. I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT want a somber viewing at a funeral home where everyone speaks in hushed tones, mumbling pleasantries, all the while wondering how long they have to stay for form's sake. So fer cryin' out loud, throw a party. With a three drink minimum. Spend the money on booze, music, food, and fresh flowers. I'd like a Dixie-Land jazz band, the kind they have in New Orleans, where they play music, carry umbrellas, and dance in the streets. I'd like a full gospel black choir singing "When The Saints Go Marching In". Hell, maybe even a mariachi band. But of course, a piper at graveside. I'd like to be buried in my Lindsay kilt or failing that, my favorite blue jeans. I want to be planted next to Pappy in a wooden coffin of the European style. Put coins on my eyes. Hire a couple of 20 year-old studly looking actors to keel and wail and throw themselves into the ground after the casket is lowered, just for kicks. But most important, I don't want a Baptist funeral or a Catholic one. As far as I'm concerned, the jury is still out as to whether or not there really is a god, so keep that in mind. It's ok to mention God in passing - cover all the bases, as it were - but for godsakes, don't make a production about it. Get the burying part over, and get on with the celebrating.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Blog Envy
I tried several times yesterday to get somewhere on the Internet, anywhere, but kept coming up blank. It must have been stuck. I mean, I even tried running spybot, ad aware, and a couple other virus scanners on the computer, tried disk cleanup and defrag, and still couldn't get anywhere, even after re-booting a couple of times. I talked to Eric and Susan yesterday, and they had trouble as well, so I'm hoping it wasn't just inept me.
Yesterday, I had to go in for jury duty, got put into the replacement pool, and didn't get selected, so I went home, tried to nap, and ended up working all three crossword puzzles in the paper, and starting a pulp fiction kind of mystery book by Gary Krist called Bad Chemistry. I guess I just needed a little mental exercise and then relaxation. I read crap books for utter enjoyment, one of my few guilty pleasures (not that I have many besides listening to and owning records by The Bee Gees and eating ice cream from the container), since I always think I should be setting my literary goals at a much loftier level, but have yet to make it through the first page of Cervantes' Don Quixote without falling asleep, and have never made it past the first paragraph of War and Peace.
I read about three or four blogs on a regular basis, and am frequently confronted with an inane and pointless irritation - finding myself jealous of other writers. I'm either jealous that they can write so well, or I'm jealous that they have all kinds of cool experiences. I'm mean, it's truly pathetic to be jealous of another person's life, isn't it? Yet there it is. I'm not hip, urbane, living in a foreign country, working at a fantastic job, being madly courted by a suave, debonair chevalier, or having erotic poetry written for me. I'm starting to think that I need to get myself back into psycho-therapy to find out why I'm so dissatisfied with my life. Seriously, I'm relatively young and healthy, I have two beautiful children at home and two grown ones out on their own, so genetically, I'm successful, I have a decent job, a roof over my head, plenty to eat, clothes on my back, and several very close friends. So why am I feeling so empty? I'm having a sneaking feeling that another episode of depression is creeping up on me, and I'd like to be able to head it off at the pass.
It's been several months since I've been seriously depressed, and I usually get over it pretty quickly. I do one of four things, cry, eat, drink, or have sex, and that usually works to get me over a blue funk. But then sometimes I get a spell that's worse than normal, and it lingers for days, sometimes weeks. I haven't had one of those in several years, but I can normally feel them coming on, now that I know what they are. It just feels like I'm spinning my wheels sometimes, is all, I guess, and I don't know how to get out of the hamster habitat. I know these fits are probably fostered by outside situations rather than by a true bipolar disorder, but they sure make me feel manic-depressive. The impetus today was probably the discussion which would have become heated if given enough time (thankfully, arriving at work curtailed it) in which Logan and I had major disagreements over whether or not to buy the new house, buying a new car, and generally our relationship with each other.
I'd write more, but I feel like I might cry, it's so frustrating. Besides, I've only got 15 minutes left in which to grab some lunch, drink some water, and go walk. That, or read more of the trashy thriller....
Yesterday, I had to go in for jury duty, got put into the replacement pool, and didn't get selected, so I went home, tried to nap, and ended up working all three crossword puzzles in the paper, and starting a pulp fiction kind of mystery book by Gary Krist called Bad Chemistry. I guess I just needed a little mental exercise and then relaxation. I read crap books for utter enjoyment, one of my few guilty pleasures (not that I have many besides listening to and owning records by The Bee Gees and eating ice cream from the container), since I always think I should be setting my literary goals at a much loftier level, but have yet to make it through the first page of Cervantes' Don Quixote without falling asleep, and have never made it past the first paragraph of War and Peace.
I read about three or four blogs on a regular basis, and am frequently confronted with an inane and pointless irritation - finding myself jealous of other writers. I'm either jealous that they can write so well, or I'm jealous that they have all kinds of cool experiences. I'm mean, it's truly pathetic to be jealous of another person's life, isn't it? Yet there it is. I'm not hip, urbane, living in a foreign country, working at a fantastic job, being madly courted by a suave, debonair chevalier, or having erotic poetry written for me. I'm starting to think that I need to get myself back into psycho-therapy to find out why I'm so dissatisfied with my life. Seriously, I'm relatively young and healthy, I have two beautiful children at home and two grown ones out on their own, so genetically, I'm successful, I have a decent job, a roof over my head, plenty to eat, clothes on my back, and several very close friends. So why am I feeling so empty? I'm having a sneaking feeling that another episode of depression is creeping up on me, and I'd like to be able to head it off at the pass.
It's been several months since I've been seriously depressed, and I usually get over it pretty quickly. I do one of four things, cry, eat, drink, or have sex, and that usually works to get me over a blue funk. But then sometimes I get a spell that's worse than normal, and it lingers for days, sometimes weeks. I haven't had one of those in several years, but I can normally feel them coming on, now that I know what they are. It just feels like I'm spinning my wheels sometimes, is all, I guess, and I don't know how to get out of the hamster habitat. I know these fits are probably fostered by outside situations rather than by a true bipolar disorder, but they sure make me feel manic-depressive. The impetus today was probably the discussion which would have become heated if given enough time (thankfully, arriving at work curtailed it) in which Logan and I had major disagreements over whether or not to buy the new house, buying a new car, and generally our relationship with each other.
I'd write more, but I feel like I might cry, it's so frustrating. Besides, I've only got 15 minutes left in which to grab some lunch, drink some water, and go walk. That, or read more of the trashy thriller....
Monday, July 18, 2005
The Drama Queen Abdicates
Today, I'm feeling glad that my life does not have as much drama as it used to have. I keep up with a couple of blogs other people write, and I swear, if my life had as much drama as their lives, I'd be hospitalized for exhaustion. Mommy used to say be happy for boredom, as it means nothing terrible is happening. I've had my headlines, now I'm happy to just read them, though sometimes just reading them is exhausting, too.
Last night, I stayed up til 3 a.m. watching Dances With Wolves, only because Weyland started watching it, as he'd never seen it, but took off to bed when the kissing part began. I don't know why I got hooked on watching it 'til the end, since I've seen it at least three other times, but I found myself wide awake when it was over. I fell asleep quickly, though, thanks in part to taking my Neurontin and wearing the CPAP mask, since the sound of the air being pushed at me and being pushed by me out of the mask is oddly calming. When the alarm went off at 6:45 a.m., I hit the snooze, then again two more times before I managed to drag my dead carcass up from the mattress at 7:20 a.m. Gawd, I'm tired today. When I get home, I may very well just break the cardinal rule of no naps after 3 p.m. and take one. I'll probably sleep til midnight anyway, get up and pee, have a snack, and then go right back to bed.
I paid all my bills on Friday, paying a little extra on some to bring the balances down, and I have not quite $7 until the 1st. Gad. I'm dying for a Coke, as I need the caffeine kick to help me stay awake, but I just can't get myself to go downstairs and write a check for $5 or $6.
Logan and I have been going back and forth in our minds about whether or not to make an offer on the big house in Arlington. Logan finally said that if the house is still available at the end of the month, he'll make an offer. If this all comes to pass and we do get the house, it will be worth it in that our stress will be reduced by having more room, and a place for everything. I'm tired of living among clutter, tired of having tiny bedrooms and tiny closets. Our kitchen is not even big enough to have a kitchen table in it, and the dining room table is being used as a computer desk. I don't know how we got so much stuff, but I'd sure like it spread out.
This week, I have to get my paperwork in order - a new will and a medical directive with a durable power of attorney for Logan so that if anything happens, it won't be all left up in the air. I've seen what horrible things happen when people just assume their so called loved ones will do the right thing. More drama. And I want no part of that.
Last night, I stayed up til 3 a.m. watching Dances With Wolves, only because Weyland started watching it, as he'd never seen it, but took off to bed when the kissing part began. I don't know why I got hooked on watching it 'til the end, since I've seen it at least three other times, but I found myself wide awake when it was over. I fell asleep quickly, though, thanks in part to taking my Neurontin and wearing the CPAP mask, since the sound of the air being pushed at me and being pushed by me out of the mask is oddly calming. When the alarm went off at 6:45 a.m., I hit the snooze, then again two more times before I managed to drag my dead carcass up from the mattress at 7:20 a.m. Gawd, I'm tired today. When I get home, I may very well just break the cardinal rule of no naps after 3 p.m. and take one. I'll probably sleep til midnight anyway, get up and pee, have a snack, and then go right back to bed.
I paid all my bills on Friday, paying a little extra on some to bring the balances down, and I have not quite $7 until the 1st. Gad. I'm dying for a Coke, as I need the caffeine kick to help me stay awake, but I just can't get myself to go downstairs and write a check for $5 or $6.
Logan and I have been going back and forth in our minds about whether or not to make an offer on the big house in Arlington. Logan finally said that if the house is still available at the end of the month, he'll make an offer. If this all comes to pass and we do get the house, it will be worth it in that our stress will be reduced by having more room, and a place for everything. I'm tired of living among clutter, tired of having tiny bedrooms and tiny closets. Our kitchen is not even big enough to have a kitchen table in it, and the dining room table is being used as a computer desk. I don't know how we got so much stuff, but I'd sure like it spread out.
This week, I have to get my paperwork in order - a new will and a medical directive with a durable power of attorney for Logan so that if anything happens, it won't be all left up in the air. I've seen what horrible things happen when people just assume their so called loved ones will do the right thing. More drama. And I want no part of that.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Why Bother?
I'm seriously starting to wonder why I should bother blogging. I go for days at a time either forgetting to do so, or not finding time to do so. Last week, for example, my youngest daughter turned 13, to no fanfare of any kind. That's because for over two months, she had been threatened with having her birthday cancelled if she didn't get her room cleaned. I reminded her regularly, once a week for six weeks, then once a day for a week, then several times a day up until her birthday. Come Bastille Day, her room still was dirty. Not just dirty, filthy, a health hazard. I can no longer enter without fear of falling and not being able to get up. No one would be able to find me, either, the clutter is so deep. There is a fruit fly infestation (which is what started my dire threat in the first place), things are lost, and I fear the two missing cats may have lost their way in there as well. I hate having to be Mean Mommy, but once I gave the "old tomato" (ultimatum), I had to follow through.
My thirteenth birthday went unnoticed by my mother as well. I recall my dad came over to chaperone the party held at the house my 17 year old sister and I live in alone, unsupervised, but he left around 10 p.m. or so, when the party broke up, unaware I was on my way to Mario's house less than a block away, where I was deflowered for my first birthday as a teenager.
Logan did bring home a chocolate cake for Brighid, but I suspect he used that as his excuse for buying it. It was a sinfully fudgey, chocolatey cake with shaved chocolate curls embedded in the frosting, and fudgey, gooey filling between the layers. Just a small slice made my teeth hurt. Man, was it good.
Yesterday, I embarked upon a cleaning jag. I took everything off the shelf Brighid broke in my nice wooden bookself, repaired (after a fashion) the shelf, and then rearranged the books so that the heavy ones aren't on the broken side. I went through scads of paper and mail, sorting it into recycle, shred, and file piles. I folded about four baskets of laundry and hope to get it put away today. I am quite the procrastinator when it comes to actually putting away the laundry. I've got a bit more to do tonight, such as take the trash from the bathroom and the bedroom to the kitchen, but after that, my room should be back to normal.
Logan has been looking at houses, and has found one that might work for us. It's in south Arlington, and has over 3400 square feet. That's more than triple what we have now. It would make a huge difference -- we'd be able to unclutter the house. Just having a kitchen big enough to swing a cat in would be grand, and having a huge master bathroom with double sinks and a giant bathtub would be wonderful. But it would cost around $600 a month at least, and I'm not sure we should take the plunge yet. The best idea is to spend a year paying down debt, getting our vehicle situation in good shape, and making repairs to the house we own now. But the idea of having a nice, new, huge house is almost too tempting to turn down. Logan thinks we'd be able to make some improvements to the house and be able to sell it for a profit in a couple of years. I'm just nervous about the whole thing, but I'm hoping the best thing is the new house. It would certainly help with the impetus to clean and de-clutter this one.
Well, I'm tired, and need to go fix dinner. More later.
My thirteenth birthday went unnoticed by my mother as well. I recall my dad came over to chaperone the party held at the house my 17 year old sister and I live in alone, unsupervised, but he left around 10 p.m. or so, when the party broke up, unaware I was on my way to Mario's house less than a block away, where I was deflowered for my first birthday as a teenager.
Logan did bring home a chocolate cake for Brighid, but I suspect he used that as his excuse for buying it. It was a sinfully fudgey, chocolatey cake with shaved chocolate curls embedded in the frosting, and fudgey, gooey filling between the layers. Just a small slice made my teeth hurt. Man, was it good.
Yesterday, I embarked upon a cleaning jag. I took everything off the shelf Brighid broke in my nice wooden bookself, repaired (after a fashion) the shelf, and then rearranged the books so that the heavy ones aren't on the broken side. I went through scads of paper and mail, sorting it into recycle, shred, and file piles. I folded about four baskets of laundry and hope to get it put away today. I am quite the procrastinator when it comes to actually putting away the laundry. I've got a bit more to do tonight, such as take the trash from the bathroom and the bedroom to the kitchen, but after that, my room should be back to normal.
Logan has been looking at houses, and has found one that might work for us. It's in south Arlington, and has over 3400 square feet. That's more than triple what we have now. It would make a huge difference -- we'd be able to unclutter the house. Just having a kitchen big enough to swing a cat in would be grand, and having a huge master bathroom with double sinks and a giant bathtub would be wonderful. But it would cost around $600 a month at least, and I'm not sure we should take the plunge yet. The best idea is to spend a year paying down debt, getting our vehicle situation in good shape, and making repairs to the house we own now. But the idea of having a nice, new, huge house is almost too tempting to turn down. Logan thinks we'd be able to make some improvements to the house and be able to sell it for a profit in a couple of years. I'm just nervous about the whole thing, but I'm hoping the best thing is the new house. It would certainly help with the impetus to clean and de-clutter this one.
Well, I'm tired, and need to go fix dinner. More later.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
I once was lost, but now I'm found
I found the missing sack yesterday. The croissants were moldy, but luckily, my needlework was safe in a plastic bag. I have sorely missed doing a bit of cross-stitch every evening. Funny how quickly one can get into a routine, and how much one dislikes a routine being disrupted.
The fridge cleaning I intended to do the other day didn't get done until today. Well, I admit, it's only partially done. All the science projects have been cleared out. What still remains is washing every shelf and drawer. I think those will get done one a day for the next week or so. It's such a pain in the ass (and the knees, the back, & etc.) cleaning those things, especially when some of them will have to soak in warm water because some child or Logan spilled something sticky which was allowed to set.
Since I'm having my fundament repaired at the end of the month, I'm trying to get some things in order such as getting a will written (just in case, not that I'm expecting it to), getting a living will made out, and on the day of surgery, signing a durable power of attorney so that Logan can have the plug yanked if something does go wrong and I end up gone while forgetting to die. I didn't think about this sort of thing when I was twenty. I might have accidentally gone ahead and grown up on myself without planning to do so. Scary thought, in some regards. Probably only 40 years left, if that much. That is scary.
The fridge cleaning I intended to do the other day didn't get done until today. Well, I admit, it's only partially done. All the science projects have been cleared out. What still remains is washing every shelf and drawer. I think those will get done one a day for the next week or so. It's such a pain in the ass (and the knees, the back, & etc.) cleaning those things, especially when some of them will have to soak in warm water because some child or Logan spilled something sticky which was allowed to set.
Since I'm having my fundament repaired at the end of the month, I'm trying to get some things in order such as getting a will written (just in case, not that I'm expecting it to), getting a living will made out, and on the day of surgery, signing a durable power of attorney so that Logan can have the plug yanked if something does go wrong and I end up gone while forgetting to die. I didn't think about this sort of thing when I was twenty. I might have accidentally gone ahead and grown up on myself without planning to do so. Scary thought, in some regards. Probably only 40 years left, if that much. That is scary.
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Random Notes
Tomorrow is July 4th, and the sailboat won't be ready. So I guess we're going to go up to the party at work and watch the fireworks and have a picnic. I'm seriously considering making a spiked watermelon: cut a hole in the top, pour in everclear, put the plug back in, let it sit & soak.
My surgery has been scheduled for July 29th. I'll go in bright and early Friday morning and stay just a day, provided everything goes well. I got the bill for the Urinary Distention Study - mein Gott in himmel! - over $3,000.00. My share, incredibly, is only $22.00. But $3,000.00 to measure how and when I pee in a cup?? No wonder a lot of companies can't afford to offer health insurance. I can't begin to say how glad I am my insurance is free. All the more reason to hang on to my job.
I've got to clean out the fridge, and I'm dreading it. It hasn't been done in at least six weeks, probably much longer, and it shows.
I cleaned my room the other night, and still haven't found the sack from Shellie's which had some croissants, a book for Eric, and my needlepoint. I'm starting to suspect Logan has alzheimer's, since he says he didn't move it from the back of the van, and I know I didn't. I seriously miss my needlework. I was cross-stitching some pillowcases in pretty colors of green and purple, leaves, vines, and grapes. No one seems to do handwork anymore, so I have to start back up. I've even been talking to the gals about us all getting together and learning to quilt.
Nothing much else of note, so I'll shut up now.
My surgery has been scheduled for July 29th. I'll go in bright and early Friday morning and stay just a day, provided everything goes well. I got the bill for the Urinary Distention Study - mein Gott in himmel! - over $3,000.00. My share, incredibly, is only $22.00. But $3,000.00 to measure how and when I pee in a cup?? No wonder a lot of companies can't afford to offer health insurance. I can't begin to say how glad I am my insurance is free. All the more reason to hang on to my job.
I've got to clean out the fridge, and I'm dreading it. It hasn't been done in at least six weeks, probably much longer, and it shows.
I cleaned my room the other night, and still haven't found the sack from Shellie's which had some croissants, a book for Eric, and my needlepoint. I'm starting to suspect Logan has alzheimer's, since he says he didn't move it from the back of the van, and I know I didn't. I seriously miss my needlework. I was cross-stitching some pillowcases in pretty colors of green and purple, leaves, vines, and grapes. No one seems to do handwork anymore, so I have to start back up. I've even been talking to the gals about us all getting together and learning to quilt.
Nothing much else of note, so I'll shut up now.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Lost Weekend
Saturday morning Logan got up bright and early and ran off to work on his sailboat. He was careful not to wake me up, but Eric had already beaten him to that punch. Mr. Excitement called around, oh, 7:22 on a Saturday morning wanting to know what I was doing. In a perfect world, I'd be shagging the brains out of some gorgeous 20-something stud enamoured with me for my fabulous writing, but the cold reality was I was alone in bed with a plastic CPAP mask attached to my face (which greatly amuses Weyland, who loves space operas and aliens, and thinks my breathing apparatus makes a great costume). I tried getting back to sleep, to no avail. Eventually, I got up and tried to rouse the kids. We made it to LMRA in time for the picnic being held by my department at work, ate a little watermelon (None of us were very hungry, but we'd had a late breakfast at Sonic.), and then spent the next two and a half hours swimming. I got a little more sunburned, but Brighid is starting to tan. When we got home, I took a brief nap, then took the kids to bardic.
Padraig never showed (well, he hadn't showed by 11:15 p.m., which is when we left), so no one felt like singing. They act like he's the only bard in the world. I may not be a guitar player, but I have a passing fair voice, and can usually carry a tune. And Padraig even said I needed to attend bardic because he wanted to hear me sing. So I was a little put off by the underwhelming welcome I received.
I stopped playing actively in the SCA several months ago because I just wasn't having fun anymore. After I was turned down for membership in House Mac an Gabhain because they don't like Logan (as if Logan would even join!), I lost a lot of desire to even be around those people any more. Then when I spent the night in the tent of a certain "gentleman", waking the whole encampment several times with the noise of our ardor, I think I was instantly branded a hussy and silently shunned (this from the organization nicknamed "Society for Consenting Adults" and the group known for singing very bawdy songs such as "Barnacle Bill" at the top of their lungs!). After last night, I'm really starting to doubt I will ever go to another SCA function. I've never been treated by anyone as a true friend in that I'm never confided in, never asked to be a part of any hijinks or behind the scenes, secret goings-on. I've tried to bond with people at events, but I guess I'm just too weird for them.
Yesterday, I laid in bed a lot, watching design shows like "Designing Cents" and "Curb Appeal", just relaxing, letting my back stretch out. I had tried coaxing Logan into bed with me, but he rushed off again to go work on the sailboat. So after a bit of fun on my own with an electrical device (I'm almost getting tired of this particular relationship, as it's so one sided. I'd really like a massage and a kiss sometimes instead.), I took a brief nap, then took the kids to the video store to return the old movies and get new ones. We stopped for shaved ice snow cones on the way home. I had my favorite, blue coconut. I only like it to be blue. Sometimes coconut snowcones are white, in which case I don't want them. Once home, I tried to watch "The Life Aquatic" but after 30 minutes, gave up in disgust. It was just too stupid. After the news was over, a really good show, "The Ultimate Survivor", all about the evolution of man, came on. Weyland and I tried to watch it, curled up in bed with the very affectionate cat, Cruack, but we only made it to about 12:15 a.m. before I was overcome with sleepiness and had to shoo Weyland off to his own bed.
Today, I'm at work, eating tortilla chips for lunch because I don't feel like going downstairs to get American-Chinese buffet and I didn't bring anything. Here in a bit, I'll get a glass of water and then go walk down the hall, down the stairs, up the hall, and back up the stairs. Just that little bit of exertion raises my pulse from round 75 up to 136, so I'm not really going to increase the amount of exercise until my pulse doesn't jump quite so much. Yesterday, I mentioned to Beth that she might come over and go for a walk with me. She didn't manage to do so, but maybe today.
I seriously need to take better care of myself, but this morning, I felt like I might have a slight fever and I have a sore spot on my neck which might be a swollen lymph gland. I so do not want to have a summer cold or the flu. If I'm coming down with something, then I just want to crawl in bed and have chicken soup. Mostly, I think, I'm just tired.
Padraig never showed (well, he hadn't showed by 11:15 p.m., which is when we left), so no one felt like singing. They act like he's the only bard in the world. I may not be a guitar player, but I have a passing fair voice, and can usually carry a tune. And Padraig even said I needed to attend bardic because he wanted to hear me sing. So I was a little put off by the underwhelming welcome I received.
I stopped playing actively in the SCA several months ago because I just wasn't having fun anymore. After I was turned down for membership in House Mac an Gabhain because they don't like Logan (as if Logan would even join!), I lost a lot of desire to even be around those people any more. Then when I spent the night in the tent of a certain "gentleman", waking the whole encampment several times with the noise of our ardor, I think I was instantly branded a hussy and silently shunned (this from the organization nicknamed "Society for Consenting Adults" and the group known for singing very bawdy songs such as "Barnacle Bill" at the top of their lungs!). After last night, I'm really starting to doubt I will ever go to another SCA function. I've never been treated by anyone as a true friend in that I'm never confided in, never asked to be a part of any hijinks or behind the scenes, secret goings-on. I've tried to bond with people at events, but I guess I'm just too weird for them.
Yesterday, I laid in bed a lot, watching design shows like "Designing Cents" and "Curb Appeal", just relaxing, letting my back stretch out. I had tried coaxing Logan into bed with me, but he rushed off again to go work on the sailboat. So after a bit of fun on my own with an electrical device (I'm almost getting tired of this particular relationship, as it's so one sided. I'd really like a massage and a kiss sometimes instead.), I took a brief nap, then took the kids to the video store to return the old movies and get new ones. We stopped for shaved ice snow cones on the way home. I had my favorite, blue coconut. I only like it to be blue. Sometimes coconut snowcones are white, in which case I don't want them. Once home, I tried to watch "The Life Aquatic" but after 30 minutes, gave up in disgust. It was just too stupid. After the news was over, a really good show, "The Ultimate Survivor", all about the evolution of man, came on. Weyland and I tried to watch it, curled up in bed with the very affectionate cat, Cruack, but we only made it to about 12:15 a.m. before I was overcome with sleepiness and had to shoo Weyland off to his own bed.
Today, I'm at work, eating tortilla chips for lunch because I don't feel like going downstairs to get American-Chinese buffet and I didn't bring anything. Here in a bit, I'll get a glass of water and then go walk down the hall, down the stairs, up the hall, and back up the stairs. Just that little bit of exertion raises my pulse from round 75 up to 136, so I'm not really going to increase the amount of exercise until my pulse doesn't jump quite so much. Yesterday, I mentioned to Beth that she might come over and go for a walk with me. She didn't manage to do so, but maybe today.
I seriously need to take better care of myself, but this morning, I felt like I might have a slight fever and I have a sore spot on my neck which might be a swollen lymph gland. I so do not want to have a summer cold or the flu. If I'm coming down with something, then I just want to crawl in bed and have chicken soup. Mostly, I think, I'm just tired.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Life in Nada Pasa
I can't believe it's been two weeks since I've written. I've been incredibly busy at work since Jeanine is on leave until July 15th, having had a hysterectomy about ten days ago.
Last weekend, Logan, the kids, and I spent the weekend at Cedar Hill State Park. Logan went out in the boat, fishing, and caught only one small catfish. The kids and I went swimming and all caught sunburns, despite slathering gallons of SPF45 sunscreen on our bodies. I took off Saturday evening to go to Girls' Night Out at Shellie's, where we ate lots of good food, didn't drink much, and played Mystery Date. When I got back Sunday morning to the campsite, the kids were enjoying feeding apples to squirrels who left for a while but came back with friends. Funny how that happens. Logan has lost about 25 pounds since getting his little boat fixed up and on the water. Maybe I need to start rowing.
I'm trying to slowly change my life style by doing things such as cutting out Cokes, drinking more water, eating more raw fruits & vegetables, and walking during lunch, but today I broke down and had a Coke. I don't drink coffee, and sometimes I just need that caffeine kick.
Took a break and didn't get back to this until today. I'm starting to wonder just what the hell the point is to all this blogging. My main frustrations this weekend have been spending all my money when I had the kids in tow (It ALWAYS works out that way when I take them out.) so as to be unable to take Logan out to eat on Father's Day (not that he's my father, but the kids seem to like him, so I guess I'll keep him around), and not being able to figure out how to hook up my DVD player and the satellite box at the same time.
Eric and I may hit the Shamrock this week, perhaps Wednesday. I'm seriously looking forward to it since Logan took the weekend off, and I couldn't.
Last weekend, Logan, the kids, and I spent the weekend at Cedar Hill State Park. Logan went out in the boat, fishing, and caught only one small catfish. The kids and I went swimming and all caught sunburns, despite slathering gallons of SPF45 sunscreen on our bodies. I took off Saturday evening to go to Girls' Night Out at Shellie's, where we ate lots of good food, didn't drink much, and played Mystery Date. When I got back Sunday morning to the campsite, the kids were enjoying feeding apples to squirrels who left for a while but came back with friends. Funny how that happens. Logan has lost about 25 pounds since getting his little boat fixed up and on the water. Maybe I need to start rowing.
I'm trying to slowly change my life style by doing things such as cutting out Cokes, drinking more water, eating more raw fruits & vegetables, and walking during lunch, but today I broke down and had a Coke. I don't drink coffee, and sometimes I just need that caffeine kick.
Took a break and didn't get back to this until today. I'm starting to wonder just what the hell the point is to all this blogging. My main frustrations this weekend have been spending all my money when I had the kids in tow (It ALWAYS works out that way when I take them out.) so as to be unable to take Logan out to eat on Father's Day (not that he's my father, but the kids seem to like him, so I guess I'll keep him around), and not being able to figure out how to hook up my DVD player and the satellite box at the same time.
Eric and I may hit the Shamrock this week, perhaps Wednesday. I'm seriously looking forward to it since Logan took the weekend off, and I couldn't.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Madame Resident
At the family reunion this past weekend, I sorta volunteered to be the president of the Sitton Family Association since no one else seemed hip to do it again. Robbie has done it, what, 6 or 7 times? I was told all I have to do is write a couple of letters, one wrapping up the past family reunion, and one about a month before the next one giving details of the arrangements. I may have been lied to and there's more to the job, but I don't think it could be much more laborious than that.
I have a couple of ideas I want to put into action - a Yahoo! email forum, Sitton family t-shirts with perhaps a picture of Daddy Frank and Momma Jane on the front, and perhaps a Sitton family directory complete with addresses, phone numbers, email addresses, and most important to me, who hasn't seen most everyone in several years, pictures.
The family reunion was nice, if small (about 25 - 30 people showed up), so it pretty much began and ended Saturday. Sunday, I helped clean the hall we had rented for three days at the Best Western, and the kids swam in the cold pool. They tricked me Saturday, telling me the water was warm, so I got in for a few minutes, but quickly hopped out when they started splashing me. After we packed up and checked out, we made our way to Denton to Jessica's house in order to visit with Sue, who didn't make it to the reunion. Elaine's husband, the Swiss-born Jean-Marie, Jessica's husband, Miles, and Logan all took off in search of what Jean-Marie considered decent coffee, and we (me, Jessica, Elaine, TR, and Sue) all played cards well into the night. A good time was had by all. I'm glad I went to the reunion and then to Jessica's.
I'd forgotten that I really do like my cousins, and they seem to like me. Mommy always kept us home, as she believed the Sittons didn't like her. As a result, I grew up not knowing my cousins very well. I've decided I'm not going to be the reason my kids don't know their cousins. I'm going to make an effort every year to at least go to Cisco for the reunion, if not other holidays. Of course, this means I need to make an effort to get up to Wise County as well for Graveyard Working each April. The kids need to know their Bridges relatives, too. Now if only Logan and his brothers could resolve their differences. They have several first cousins from that bunch. I guess I shouldn't forget Lindsay in Virginia, either. I need to get in touch with her. I haven't seen her since she was four years old, and now she's, what, 20?
Logan took the kids to Eagle Mountain Lake today. I don't know if they've gone fishing or swimming or both. Logan seemed uninclined to talk on the phone a while ago, so I don't have the details. I wish I was out on the water. Jeanine went in for her hysterectomy today, a couple of weeks early, so I get to enter the invoices rather than do my job. She's going to be out 4 - 6 weeks. Let's see, Mary was out 2 weeks, then Jeanine was out a week, back one week, then will be out 4 - 6 weeks. It'll be September before I get caught up on my work. We're trying to get a temp, and I'll get to train him/her, but for now, the majority of the load falls on me. Oh, well - job security.
I have a couple of ideas I want to put into action - a Yahoo! email forum, Sitton family t-shirts with perhaps a picture of Daddy Frank and Momma Jane on the front, and perhaps a Sitton family directory complete with addresses, phone numbers, email addresses, and most important to me, who hasn't seen most everyone in several years, pictures.
The family reunion was nice, if small (about 25 - 30 people showed up), so it pretty much began and ended Saturday. Sunday, I helped clean the hall we had rented for three days at the Best Western, and the kids swam in the cold pool. They tricked me Saturday, telling me the water was warm, so I got in for a few minutes, but quickly hopped out when they started splashing me. After we packed up and checked out, we made our way to Denton to Jessica's house in order to visit with Sue, who didn't make it to the reunion. Elaine's husband, the Swiss-born Jean-Marie, Jessica's husband, Miles, and Logan all took off in search of what Jean-Marie considered decent coffee, and we (me, Jessica, Elaine, TR, and Sue) all played cards well into the night. A good time was had by all. I'm glad I went to the reunion and then to Jessica's.
I'd forgotten that I really do like my cousins, and they seem to like me. Mommy always kept us home, as she believed the Sittons didn't like her. As a result, I grew up not knowing my cousins very well. I've decided I'm not going to be the reason my kids don't know their cousins. I'm going to make an effort every year to at least go to Cisco for the reunion, if not other holidays. Of course, this means I need to make an effort to get up to Wise County as well for Graveyard Working each April. The kids need to know their Bridges relatives, too. Now if only Logan and his brothers could resolve their differences. They have several first cousins from that bunch. I guess I shouldn't forget Lindsay in Virginia, either. I need to get in touch with her. I haven't seen her since she was four years old, and now she's, what, 20?
Logan took the kids to Eagle Mountain Lake today. I don't know if they've gone fishing or swimming or both. Logan seemed uninclined to talk on the phone a while ago, so I don't have the details. I wish I was out on the water. Jeanine went in for her hysterectomy today, a couple of weeks early, so I get to enter the invoices rather than do my job. She's going to be out 4 - 6 weeks. Let's see, Mary was out 2 weeks, then Jeanine was out a week, back one week, then will be out 4 - 6 weeks. It'll be September before I get caught up on my work. We're trying to get a temp, and I'll get to train him/her, but for now, the majority of the load falls on me. Oh, well - job security.
Friday, May 27, 2005
a brief brief
busybusybusy
The kids, for the most part, have hogged the computer at home all week, and aside from that, I've just been busy.
The wedding of my oldest niece Saturday was fun. Danced, ate barbeque, sat and drank with Beth. Grace was absolutely lovely, and surprised me by wearing a gorgeous -fake- diamond & citrine ring she got from a sidewalk vendor in New York for $3! Brighid caught the bouquet, and I made a joke of trying to get her to give it to Beth, her older sister. A good time was had by all, and no doubt Allison & Trey are enjoying St. Lucia where they went for their honeymoon.
Stayed busy all week, trying to clean house, get stuff done in anticipation of our trip tomorrow to Cisco for the Sitton Family Reunion.
Took Brighid to see the doctor today to get a referral to the Child Study Center for treatment for Asperger's Syndrome. Dr. Levine put Brighid on Strattera, which we'll try for a month, then reassess, and also got a prescription for an acne medication, which I forget the name of just now.
I'd write more, but it would interfere with my enjoyment of my lunch break and IMing Susan about knitting, so I'll have to catch up later.
The kids, for the most part, have hogged the computer at home all week, and aside from that, I've just been busy.
The wedding of my oldest niece Saturday was fun. Danced, ate barbeque, sat and drank with Beth. Grace was absolutely lovely, and surprised me by wearing a gorgeous -fake- diamond & citrine ring she got from a sidewalk vendor in New York for $3! Brighid caught the bouquet, and I made a joke of trying to get her to give it to Beth, her older sister. A good time was had by all, and no doubt Allison & Trey are enjoying St. Lucia where they went for their honeymoon.
Stayed busy all week, trying to clean house, get stuff done in anticipation of our trip tomorrow to Cisco for the Sitton Family Reunion.
Took Brighid to see the doctor today to get a referral to the Child Study Center for treatment for Asperger's Syndrome. Dr. Levine put Brighid on Strattera, which we'll try for a month, then reassess, and also got a prescription for an acne medication, which I forget the name of just now.
I'd write more, but it would interfere with my enjoyment of my lunch break and IMing Susan about knitting, so I'll have to catch up later.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
I just had to share this
fizziecoffee: www.shirleyqliquor.com
fizziecoffee: check out some new betty butterfield
fizziecoffee: and it's a whole new site.
lymadelina: I'll look at it at lunchtime
fizziecoffee: okay, ms. important person
lymadelina: I've got a two inch stack of invoices to put into the system
lymadelina: some of them are mom & pop type places
lymadelina: and a few will be paid by state checks, which can take up to a month to be cut
fizziecoffee: poor moms and pops
lymadelina: the state holds them to check and see if the business owner owes any state taxes, franchise fees, child support, etc
lymadelina: if they do, they apply the check to the outstanding balance
fizziecoffee: are you shittin me. that's AWESOME
lymadelina: nope
lymadelina: da troof
lymadelina: don't you wish you had that kind of power??
fizziecoffee: I also find it cunningly shitty, but for child support, no doubt
fizziecoffee: No, what I wish, is to be the omnipotent ruler of the universe
lymadelina: let's see... you owe me $25 for your share of the drugs I bought the other night
fizziecoffee: omg
fizziecoffee: lol
lymadelina: and I paid for the snacks and beer
lymadelina: so I'm taking $50 from your next paycheck
lymadelina: LOL
fizziecoffee: uh, yeah, your crack balance is overdue
lymadelina: wah!
lymadelina: then there's the dry cleaning bill for my shirt you wore and puked on
fizziecoffee: what's that? you need money for groceries? Okay, you can keep $1.25 for a can of pork and beans from the 7-11, but you'll have to make that stretch for a few days
fizziecoffee: omg, no, puking on my clothes is life imprisonment
fizziecoffee: or indentured servitude
lymadelina: hee hee
fizziecoffee: how's your gumline today?
lymadelina: slightly less holy
lymadelina: or holey
lymadelina: or wholly
lymadelina: or wooly
fizziecoffee: eeeuuuwww
lymadelina: still a tiny bit tender
lymadelina: still have to clean it with a qtip
fizziecoffee: I think there is a disease by that name
lymadelina: lol
fizziecoffee: wooly gums
fizziecoffee: or is that black hairy tongue? i can't remember
lymadelina: hahaha
lymadelina: slowly healing
fizziecoffee: unpleasantness
lymadelina: well, it was unpleasant having pain in that tooth everytime I ate something sweet, cold, or hot
lymadelina: so I guess it was good to get the tooth out since it couldn't be salvaged
lymadelina: well, it might could have, but would have cost a whole lot more
lymadelina: but looking at the tooth, the decay was pretty invasive
lymadelina: I don't see how it could have been a stable base for a crown
fizziecoffee: nah, better to just get a bridge or dentures
lymadelina: they would have had to have done a root canal and put a pin in to hold the crown
fizziecoffee: the screw-in kind
fizziecoffee: yeah, that's what I mean
lymadelina: well, it's the very back tooth on the right side, so it doesn't need a bridge
lymadelina: just learn to live without it
lymadelina: now if it was between two teeth, yeah
lymadelina: or I'd look like ma kettle
lymadelina: LOL
lymadelina: spit watermelon seeds through it
lymadelina: the gap, I mean
lymadelina: or chew tobacco
lymadelina: and spit through the gap
lymadelina: hahaha
fizziecoffee: hahahaha. hillbilly style
lymadelina: oh, now there's an idea: hillbilly barbie
fizziecoffee: it's been done. lol
fizziecoffee: I think if you google that, you'll find plenty
lymadelina: aw, man!
lymadelina: a day late & a dollar short
fizziecoffee: well okay
lymadelina: can't find a website with a hillbilly barbie
fizziecoffee: not through google?
lymadelina: nope
lymadelina: this is good, though: http://www.anomalies-unlimited.com/Odd%20Pics%202/BikerKen.html
fizziecoffee: okay, well, I'm sure there has at least got to be be a redneck barbie
fizziecoffee: that is SO damned funny...and frightening
lymadelina: http://www.chillibomb.com/barbie/pages/goth-barbie_jpg.htm
lymadelina: http://www.chillibomb.com/barbie/ omg, Gangsta Bitch Barbie
lymadelina: I love it
lymadelina: http://www.chillibomb.com/barbie/pages/trans-barbie_jpg.htm
lymadelina: the best
lymadelina: http://www.compfused.com/directlink/29/
lymadelina: http://funnies.paco.to/barbies.html sadly, no pics
fizziecoffee: those are great. See, i figured there were plenty out there
fizziecoffee: too funny
fizziecoffee: trash talker dolls
fizziecoffee: lol
fizziecoffee: go to werewolf barbies' daughter's father's website. Funny geek. Note baby in oven photo. Gotta love it. hahahahaahhah
fizziecoffee: http://www.swcp.com/~mccurley/humor/pictures.html
lymadelina: I'd invite him to a party.
fizziecoffee: uh huh. His pet cow, Blanche
fizziecoffee: lol
fizziecoffee: check out some new betty butterfield
fizziecoffee: and it's a whole new site.
lymadelina: I'll look at it at lunchtime
fizziecoffee: okay, ms. important person
lymadelina: I've got a two inch stack of invoices to put into the system
lymadelina: some of them are mom & pop type places
lymadelina: and a few will be paid by state checks, which can take up to a month to be cut
fizziecoffee: poor moms and pops
lymadelina: the state holds them to check and see if the business owner owes any state taxes, franchise fees, child support, etc
lymadelina: if they do, they apply the check to the outstanding balance
fizziecoffee: are you shittin me. that's AWESOME
lymadelina: nope
lymadelina: da troof
lymadelina: don't you wish you had that kind of power??
fizziecoffee: I also find it cunningly shitty, but for child support, no doubt
fizziecoffee: No, what I wish, is to be the omnipotent ruler of the universe
lymadelina: let's see... you owe me $25 for your share of the drugs I bought the other night
fizziecoffee: omg
fizziecoffee: lol
lymadelina: and I paid for the snacks and beer
lymadelina: so I'm taking $50 from your next paycheck
lymadelina: LOL
fizziecoffee: uh, yeah, your crack balance is overdue
lymadelina: wah!
lymadelina: then there's the dry cleaning bill for my shirt you wore and puked on
fizziecoffee: what's that? you need money for groceries? Okay, you can keep $1.25 for a can of pork and beans from the 7-11, but you'll have to make that stretch for a few days
fizziecoffee: omg, no, puking on my clothes is life imprisonment
fizziecoffee: or indentured servitude
lymadelina: hee hee
fizziecoffee: how's your gumline today?
lymadelina: slightly less holy
lymadelina: or holey
lymadelina: or wholly
lymadelina: or wooly
fizziecoffee: eeeuuuwww
lymadelina: still a tiny bit tender
lymadelina: still have to clean it with a qtip
fizziecoffee: I think there is a disease by that name
lymadelina: lol
fizziecoffee: wooly gums
fizziecoffee: or is that black hairy tongue? i can't remember
lymadelina: hahaha
lymadelina: slowly healing
fizziecoffee: unpleasantness
lymadelina: well, it was unpleasant having pain in that tooth everytime I ate something sweet, cold, or hot
lymadelina: so I guess it was good to get the tooth out since it couldn't be salvaged
lymadelina: well, it might could have, but would have cost a whole lot more
lymadelina: but looking at the tooth, the decay was pretty invasive
lymadelina: I don't see how it could have been a stable base for a crown
fizziecoffee: nah, better to just get a bridge or dentures
lymadelina: they would have had to have done a root canal and put a pin in to hold the crown
fizziecoffee: the screw-in kind
fizziecoffee: yeah, that's what I mean
lymadelina: well, it's the very back tooth on the right side, so it doesn't need a bridge
lymadelina: just learn to live without it
lymadelina: now if it was between two teeth, yeah
lymadelina: or I'd look like ma kettle
lymadelina: LOL
lymadelina: spit watermelon seeds through it
lymadelina: the gap, I mean
lymadelina: or chew tobacco
lymadelina: and spit through the gap
lymadelina: hahaha
fizziecoffee: hahahaha. hillbilly style
lymadelina: oh, now there's an idea: hillbilly barbie
fizziecoffee: it's been done. lol
fizziecoffee: I think if you google that, you'll find plenty
lymadelina: aw, man!
lymadelina: a day late & a dollar short
fizziecoffee: well okay
lymadelina: can't find a website with a hillbilly barbie
fizziecoffee: not through google?
lymadelina: nope
lymadelina: this is good, though: http://www.anomalies-unlimited.com/Odd%20Pics%202/BikerKen.html
fizziecoffee: okay, well, I'm sure there has at least got to be be a redneck barbie
fizziecoffee: that is SO damned funny...and frightening
lymadelina: http://www.chillibomb.com/barbie/pages/goth-barbie_jpg.htm
lymadelina: http://www.chillibomb.com/barbie/ omg, Gangsta Bitch Barbie
lymadelina: I love it
lymadelina: http://www.chillibomb.com/barbie/pages/trans-barbie_jpg.htm
lymadelina: the best
lymadelina: http://www.compfused.com/directlink/29/
lymadelina: http://funnies.paco.to/barbies.html sadly, no pics
fizziecoffee: those are great. See, i figured there were plenty out there
fizziecoffee: too funny
fizziecoffee: trash talker dolls
fizziecoffee: lol
fizziecoffee: go to werewolf barbies' daughter's father's website. Funny geek. Note baby in oven photo. Gotta love it. hahahahaahhah
fizziecoffee: http://www.swcp.com/~mccurley/humor/pictures.html
lymadelina: I'd invite him to a party.
fizziecoffee: uh huh. His pet cow, Blanche
fizziecoffee: lol
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
$43 and still a hole in my head
It's been a week since I've written. Odd to think about the passing of time, how fluid it seems. When things are hectic, even just busy, time seems to slip away in the blinking of an eye. When relaxed and not pressed to accomplish anything, time seems to stand still. I was reading the newspaper (the "Startle-Gram") Sunday, and found myself surprised that I finished the whole thing, including perusing the advertising flyers, in about twenty minutes. Of course, I didn't read the sports, classifieds, new car or new home sections, only glanced at the Op Ed page, skimmed the political stuff (if you don't have your mind made up by the time you're 40, you're not likely to ever do so, so why bother?), and read only the Obits off the Metro page -- hell, why did I bother opening the damned thing?
In any case, other than having to pick food debris from the hole in my head caused by the tooth extraction, I've had no real excitement this past week. Which is good. Like I just told Eric via IM, it means no fires, floods, hurricanes, tornadoes, riots, insurrections, or ugly clothes in sight.
I took the immediate family to eat last night at Chef Chen's (Logan calls it Uncle Ho's for amusement purposes), which serves what Eric and I call American Chinese food (buffet, but this one is good with sushi, shrimp, and raw oysters). Weyland tried and actually like the sushi. Brighid, who is the big fan of all things Asian, balked, and settled for barbequed chicken on skewers and egg rolls, the two buffet items probably least like real Chinese food. On the drive to the restaurant, we were trying to decide where to eat. Brighid said, "we could eat Chinese", to which Logan replied, "but it's so hard to make them stay in the wok". LOL
I got paid yesterday, and after paying all my bills and setting aside the $120.00 we're going to need for the hotel room in Cisco May 28th & 29th (Sitton Family Reunion), I'm broke again. It's depressing, really. Well, at least all the bills are paid for this month. Eric wanted me to take a trip to Las Vegas with him this month, but even if I wasn't going to Cisco, I couldn't afford it. I doubt I could get a plane ticket and a hotel room for $120.00 in Vegas. Besides, the Vegas trip is supposed to be the gang - me, Herbie, Heather, Shellie, and Susan. It's what we've talked about for a while. Susan has been to Vegas several times, and knows her way around. I have to know well in advance when we're going so I can save up for it. I just can't be more spontaneous than say, $43.00 worth of American Chinese food at a time, at least when it comes to money. Sex, on the other hand, is altogether another issue.
I've been enjoying reading Susan's friend Deawn's blog. Make your way there: http://www.deawn.blogspot.com
In any case, other than having to pick food debris from the hole in my head caused by the tooth extraction, I've had no real excitement this past week. Which is good. Like I just told Eric via IM, it means no fires, floods, hurricanes, tornadoes, riots, insurrections, or ugly clothes in sight.
I took the immediate family to eat last night at Chef Chen's (Logan calls it Uncle Ho's for amusement purposes), which serves what Eric and I call American Chinese food (buffet, but this one is good with sushi, shrimp, and raw oysters). Weyland tried and actually like the sushi. Brighid, who is the big fan of all things Asian, balked, and settled for barbequed chicken on skewers and egg rolls, the two buffet items probably least like real Chinese food. On the drive to the restaurant, we were trying to decide where to eat. Brighid said, "we could eat Chinese", to which Logan replied, "but it's so hard to make them stay in the wok". LOL
I got paid yesterday, and after paying all my bills and setting aside the $120.00 we're going to need for the hotel room in Cisco May 28th & 29th (Sitton Family Reunion), I'm broke again. It's depressing, really. Well, at least all the bills are paid for this month. Eric wanted me to take a trip to Las Vegas with him this month, but even if I wasn't going to Cisco, I couldn't afford it. I doubt I could get a plane ticket and a hotel room for $120.00 in Vegas. Besides, the Vegas trip is supposed to be the gang - me, Herbie, Heather, Shellie, and Susan. It's what we've talked about for a while. Susan has been to Vegas several times, and knows her way around. I have to know well in advance when we're going so I can save up for it. I just can't be more spontaneous than say, $43.00 worth of American Chinese food at a time, at least when it comes to money. Sex, on the other hand, is altogether another issue.
I've been enjoying reading Susan's friend Deawn's blog. Make your way there: http://www.deawn.blogspot.com
Monday, May 09, 2005
Another Hole in My Head
Today, I had a tooth pulled. It was a second molar, so I guess I'll be chewing on the left side of my mouth for the most part. I could have gone back to work, but instead, I opted to come home, eat some broth, and take the Vicodin prescribed in case of pain. I'd rather head it off at the pass. When I had my wisdom teeth pulled, my face swelled up like a chipmunk, so I'd rather be safe than sorry. Besides, a nap sounds good about now. The kids will be home in about an hour and 15 minutes, so I need my rest now if I'm going to crack the whip and make them pick up their rooms before they're allowed to watch cartoons, play on the computer, & other fun things. Mean Mommy Mode!!
Beth graduated on Saturday, and we made the almost three hour drive to Abilene. From there, we drove to Stamford so the kids could see where Logan was born. He told them, "when I tell you it's a thorny burned-out patch of nothin', now you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. If it doesn't have thorns, it bites, if it doesn't bite, it blisters in the summer sun and freezes in the winter wind, since there ain't nothin' between Stamford and the North Pole but a barbed wire (say bob wahr) fence."
Our journey continued from Stamford on up to Olney, where we roused an ailing Judy (Logan's 1st cousin) from bed, visted about two hours, then drove back to Fort Worth. Our perigrination took, oh, EIGHT DAMNED HOURS, or thereabouts. When we got home, my ankles were swollen from the blood being unable to go back up my legs from my feet. I spent the few remaining hours of the day in bed with my feet propped up on pillows.
For mother's day, Logan and the kids took me to eat at Golden Corral. It was decent, if somewhat bland foot. The fried fish (possibly cod, but probably white fish) was actually good. Afterwards, they took me to see Kingdom of Heaven which was very good. Especially nice was the detail given to the armor. Orlando Bloom isn't bad to look at, either.
Since Brighid had her final three cavities filled last week, and I had my tooth pulled today, the Payflex account is practically drained. I'm not sure if I'll have the money for contacts next week. But I've already paid for my new bifocals, so at least I'll still be able to see, even if I don't do away with the glasses just yet.
Not much else to report other than I've been feeling unusually chipper lately. My worrisome nature tells me the gods will anger soon, and something will come crashing down, just leave it to Hera. Yet I can still hope the good mood continues.
That's all for now.
Beth graduated on Saturday, and we made the almost three hour drive to Abilene. From there, we drove to Stamford so the kids could see where Logan was born. He told them, "when I tell you it's a thorny burned-out patch of nothin', now you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. If it doesn't have thorns, it bites, if it doesn't bite, it blisters in the summer sun and freezes in the winter wind, since there ain't nothin' between Stamford and the North Pole but a barbed wire (say bob wahr) fence."
Our journey continued from Stamford on up to Olney, where we roused an ailing Judy (Logan's 1st cousin) from bed, visted about two hours, then drove back to Fort Worth. Our perigrination took, oh, EIGHT DAMNED HOURS, or thereabouts. When we got home, my ankles were swollen from the blood being unable to go back up my legs from my feet. I spent the few remaining hours of the day in bed with my feet propped up on pillows.
For mother's day, Logan and the kids took me to eat at Golden Corral. It was decent, if somewhat bland foot. The fried fish (possibly cod, but probably white fish) was actually good. Afterwards, they took me to see Kingdom of Heaven which was very good. Especially nice was the detail given to the armor. Orlando Bloom isn't bad to look at, either.
Since Brighid had her final three cavities filled last week, and I had my tooth pulled today, the Payflex account is practically drained. I'm not sure if I'll have the money for contacts next week. But I've already paid for my new bifocals, so at least I'll still be able to see, even if I don't do away with the glasses just yet.
Not much else to report other than I've been feeling unusually chipper lately. My worrisome nature tells me the gods will anger soon, and something will come crashing down, just leave it to Hera. Yet I can still hope the good mood continues.
That's all for now.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Coochie Coo
I saw the crotch doctor yesterday. I'm gonna have to have surgery. First, I have a Urinary Distention Study on May 31st (the soonest I could get it scheduled), then when Dr. Jeffrey Hantes, D.O., decides how much of a problem I have, he'll set up the surgery date, probably in June. The earlier, the better, if you ask me.
He recommended a "sling" operation to fix the Urinary Stress Incontinence, which is where he takes either a synthetic strap or a piece of muscle harvested from my abdomen, and tacks the bladder up to the back wall, either through the abdomen or the vagina (less visible scarring).
The second part of the operation will be to fix what four natural childbirths have done to my body: a cystocele, a rectocele, and a vaginal hernia. Any further discussion on this topic will quickly enter the "icky" realm, so I'll refer you to a website if you care to read more about the subject. http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/408887?src=search
All I can say is that I will certainly be glad to have my problem fixed, even if it means a 2 - 3 day stay in the hospital.
He recommended a "sling" operation to fix the Urinary Stress Incontinence, which is where he takes either a synthetic strap or a piece of muscle harvested from my abdomen, and tacks the bladder up to the back wall, either through the abdomen or the vagina (less visible scarring).
The second part of the operation will be to fix what four natural childbirths have done to my body: a cystocele, a rectocele, and a vaginal hernia. Any further discussion on this topic will quickly enter the "icky" realm, so I'll refer you to a website if you care to read more about the subject. http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/408887?src=search
All I can say is that I will certainly be glad to have my problem fixed, even if it means a 2 - 3 day stay in the hospital.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
I Wanna Go Home
In some ways, it's bad knowing that as of May 1st, I can now take vacation, since I'm off probationary status here at work. I's an o-ffishul state employee! So of course, today I want to go home. I took a Flexaril last night when my shoulder pain resurfaced. This time, there was no neck or jaw pain. Logan thinks I may have bursitis. If so, I must have caught it from him, as I haven't done anything strenuous since Weyland was born. Today, I overslept, barely made it to work on time, and feel groggy. Two Cokes and Taco Bell for lunch later, I feel sluggish, apathetic, and still tired. Wah! I want to go home.
Tomorrow, I go to the OB/Gyn who's a specialist in Stress Incontinence. I hope I don't have to do the "Q-Tip" test: http://www.mybladdermd.com/URPS.htm (scroll down 1/3 of the way). This doesn't sound fun. But if I have to in order to get my most annoying problem repaired, so be it. News at 11 tomorrow night.
Tomorrow, I go to the OB/Gyn who's a specialist in Stress Incontinence. I hope I don't have to do the "Q-Tip" test: http://www.mybladdermd.com/URPS.htm (scroll down 1/3 of the way). This doesn't sound fun. But if I have to in order to get my most annoying problem repaired, so be it. News at 11 tomorrow night.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Blind, and Batty, Too!
I had my eyes checked at the health fair here on campus Wednesday. WITH my glasses on, my distance vision was 20/40 in one eye and 20/50 in the other. So I'm going to the eye doctor tomorrow. I thought I noticed a change recently, but GAD, that's bad. I'm going to try to do contacts again. Now that the kids are no longer in diapers, I have a little more time in the morning to fait ma toilette. If nothing else, I can wear my glasses until I get to work and then put the contacts in once I get here. My reading vision is still fine, thank goodness. I'm sure it's only a matter of time, though, before the near and far fields pass each other headed opposite directions. Herbie and I were talking about having Lasik surgery done this year, now that we're both 40, but since my eyes aren't through changing, it will have to be a while. Besides that, my Payflex medical fund has been drastically reduced by having hundreds of cavities filled in Brighid's mouth.
Logan is now out from under Chapter 13 bankruptcy. He paid it completely off last month. So now begins the house repair saga which will, I'm sure, last as long as the Nibelungen Cycle. The major repairs (roof - AGAIN, foundation, and kitchen floor) probably won't happen until he's able to secure a home improvement loan, but small stuff such as broken windows, window screens, a few small plumbing projects, and painting can be done a little bit at a time. Our goal is to fix up the house, pay down our debt to improve our credit scores, sell the house, and buy a new house in a better school district. As a disabled vet with a 100% disability rating, Logan is eligible for a home loan at 5% with no down payment and no closing costs if he takes a home which is a VA foreclosure. Can't beat that with a stick. Eventually, we'd like to find a property with at least 5 acres, but we will most likely have to go to a moderately nice house in the meanwhile. My participation in all this will consist mostly of de-cluttering and de-funkifying the house we're in now -- a Herculean task, for sure.
I can't remember if I've already written about Paul, the son I placed for adoption back when I was in college. (I'm too lazy to look through the log here.) I made contact a couple of months ago with his mother, Jean. She gave my email address to Paul, and since then, we've been writing on and off. He's like me in that he can be very blunt, perhaps painfully so. I let him know I'm the same way, and have no problems telling him anything he wants to know. So I told him the truth about his father, that being that it was just a one-night stand with a guy I barely knew, a friend of a friend. I wasn't the abandoned girlfriend left to twist in the wind is the point. He seemed to deal okay with that knowledge, so I gave him a link to a website where he could read about the events that lead to the execution of Bill Chappell. I haven't written anything about Chappell, but I've been thinking of doing so, if only for the catharsis that will come of it. Of course, it would be cool if a book did emanate from my musings, but I have no real ending for a book yet, so only time will tell.
Socrates said, "An unexamined life is not worth living." Still, I have to wonder if it is a sound philosophy. There are many things that happened surrounding the murders of my mother, father, and sister, which are as unnamed files that can't be immediately accessed. Once in a while, someone will say something which causes an unnamed memory to surface, and there are also some ugly things which might be too hurtful - mainly to others - to let out into the light of day, but for the most part, I think writing about all the unpleasantness, even when painful, will be a good thing.
On a totally unrelated note, it is a good thing that today I finished my course of antibiotics, and was finally able to take the antifungal pill (just one!) the doctor prescribed for the unbearable external yeast infection which has been causing me to itch like the fury. Tonight, I may bathe in plain yogurt for good measure. The only thing that has kept me from scratching myself raw is that any labial abrasions sting like hell when urine passes over them. TMI? LOL
Logan is now out from under Chapter 13 bankruptcy. He paid it completely off last month. So now begins the house repair saga which will, I'm sure, last as long as the Nibelungen Cycle. The major repairs (roof - AGAIN, foundation, and kitchen floor) probably won't happen until he's able to secure a home improvement loan, but small stuff such as broken windows, window screens, a few small plumbing projects, and painting can be done a little bit at a time. Our goal is to fix up the house, pay down our debt to improve our credit scores, sell the house, and buy a new house in a better school district. As a disabled vet with a 100% disability rating, Logan is eligible for a home loan at 5% with no down payment and no closing costs if he takes a home which is a VA foreclosure. Can't beat that with a stick. Eventually, we'd like to find a property with at least 5 acres, but we will most likely have to go to a moderately nice house in the meanwhile. My participation in all this will consist mostly of de-cluttering and de-funkifying the house we're in now -- a Herculean task, for sure.
I can't remember if I've already written about Paul, the son I placed for adoption back when I was in college. (I'm too lazy to look through the log here.) I made contact a couple of months ago with his mother, Jean. She gave my email address to Paul, and since then, we've been writing on and off. He's like me in that he can be very blunt, perhaps painfully so. I let him know I'm the same way, and have no problems telling him anything he wants to know. So I told him the truth about his father, that being that it was just a one-night stand with a guy I barely knew, a friend of a friend. I wasn't the abandoned girlfriend left to twist in the wind is the point. He seemed to deal okay with that knowledge, so I gave him a link to a website where he could read about the events that lead to the execution of Bill Chappell. I haven't written anything about Chappell, but I've been thinking of doing so, if only for the catharsis that will come of it. Of course, it would be cool if a book did emanate from my musings, but I have no real ending for a book yet, so only time will tell.
Socrates said, "An unexamined life is not worth living." Still, I have to wonder if it is a sound philosophy. There are many things that happened surrounding the murders of my mother, father, and sister, which are as unnamed files that can't be immediately accessed. Once in a while, someone will say something which causes an unnamed memory to surface, and there are also some ugly things which might be too hurtful - mainly to others - to let out into the light of day, but for the most part, I think writing about all the unpleasantness, even when painful, will be a good thing.
On a totally unrelated note, it is a good thing that today I finished my course of antibiotics, and was finally able to take the antifungal pill (just one!) the doctor prescribed for the unbearable external yeast infection which has been causing me to itch like the fury. Tonight, I may bathe in plain yogurt for good measure. The only thing that has kept me from scratching myself raw is that any labial abrasions sting like hell when urine passes over them. TMI? LOL
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
A Good Time Was Had By All
Saturday was Girls Night Out. Susan picked me up, and we all met at Shellie's new house, which I like much better than Herbie's house, since it's easier to get to. Not to bash Herbie's digs, but her house looks like a furniture showroom, too perfect, and not cozy at all. I'm always afraid I'm going to ruin something. We didn't have to pay a Sherpa guide to make it up the driveway. At Shellie's, we mostly sat at the kitchen table and then on the lawn furniture in the sunroom since the new couch is going back to be replaced by a darker color. We didn't want to risk spilling margaritas on it if it's not going to stay.
Dinner was good, at Carraba's next to North East Mall. Back at Shellie's, we taught Heather how to play poker, drank margaritas, ate chocolate, strawberries and cream, and banana pudding Shellie's mother-in-law made since Shellie can't cook. I felt almost sick, it was so good. The best part, though, was just the sitting around, talking. Eric was with us, and kept saying we need to plan on going to Las Vegas for my birthday in September. If only. I won most of the hands of poker, so I kept telling the gals that we needed to be betting real money!
The party finally broke up around 3 a.m. When I got home, I noticed the slight pain I felt earlier in the night had developed into a full blown panic attack. I felt pain shooting from my jaw all the way down to my wrist -- on my left side, which can be a symptom of a heart attack. I took a Tylenol #3, but got no relief. Logan gave me a Darvocet, and then a Flexeril. After having Logan massage my arm and shoulder and taking a second Darvocet, I was finally able to fall asleep around 7 a.m. I slept 'til 4 p.m., when Eric called and woke me. After talking to him a while, I got up, brushed my teeth, peed, checked my email, made myself a cup of soup, then went back to bed at 7 p.m. to watch a little t.v., but I fell asleep until 9 p.m., when I awoke as if I'd set an alarm clock just in time to watch my new favorite show, Gray's Anatomy. It was over at 10 p.m., and I had no trouble falling asleep after calling Eric to give him an update on my pain situation.
I have been mulling over something he said about about GM cars and who might drive them. For some reason, it makes me sad. I'd drive just about anything now, considering that my ten-year old Taurus is dead, and Logan won't front me the money to fix it -- not that it's really worth fixing, mind you, when the repair bill costs more than the price I paid my sister for the car. I guess as one's financial position improves, one's ability to stomach the bourgeoisie declines. Let's just say I fondly remember sailing over the asphalt waves on I-30 in a boat of a car, a "myrna-mobile". Money is great, don't get me wrong. I'd love to have more of it, but just enough so that I could stop worrying about paying the bills, the average, garden variety bills. In a lot of ways, though, money has been a bad thing. It's kept me apart from my friends, as I can't afford to live the way they do.
This again raises the specter of writing. I'm currently mulling over the idea of writing a children's book based on a story told to me by Dennis, our former Nigerian boarder. I'd have Eric do the pictures since my drawing consists mostly of stick figures. We need to plan a meeting with Sandy and Gary, as they have actual contacts in the publishing world.
Well, this has drifted, as it usually does, from the topic I started, and lunch is almost over, so that's all for now. -30-
Dinner was good, at Carraba's next to North East Mall. Back at Shellie's, we taught Heather how to play poker, drank margaritas, ate chocolate, strawberries and cream, and banana pudding Shellie's mother-in-law made since Shellie can't cook. I felt almost sick, it was so good. The best part, though, was just the sitting around, talking. Eric was with us, and kept saying we need to plan on going to Las Vegas for my birthday in September. If only. I won most of the hands of poker, so I kept telling the gals that we needed to be betting real money!
The party finally broke up around 3 a.m. When I got home, I noticed the slight pain I felt earlier in the night had developed into a full blown panic attack. I felt pain shooting from my jaw all the way down to my wrist -- on my left side, which can be a symptom of a heart attack. I took a Tylenol #3, but got no relief. Logan gave me a Darvocet, and then a Flexeril. After having Logan massage my arm and shoulder and taking a second Darvocet, I was finally able to fall asleep around 7 a.m. I slept 'til 4 p.m., when Eric called and woke me. After talking to him a while, I got up, brushed my teeth, peed, checked my email, made myself a cup of soup, then went back to bed at 7 p.m. to watch a little t.v., but I fell asleep until 9 p.m., when I awoke as if I'd set an alarm clock just in time to watch my new favorite show, Gray's Anatomy. It was over at 10 p.m., and I had no trouble falling asleep after calling Eric to give him an update on my pain situation.
I have been mulling over something he said about about GM cars and who might drive them. For some reason, it makes me sad. I'd drive just about anything now, considering that my ten-year old Taurus is dead, and Logan won't front me the money to fix it -- not that it's really worth fixing, mind you, when the repair bill costs more than the price I paid my sister for the car. I guess as one's financial position improves, one's ability to stomach the bourgeoisie declines. Let's just say I fondly remember sailing over the asphalt waves on I-30 in a boat of a car, a "myrna-mobile". Money is great, don't get me wrong. I'd love to have more of it, but just enough so that I could stop worrying about paying the bills, the average, garden variety bills. In a lot of ways, though, money has been a bad thing. It's kept me apart from my friends, as I can't afford to live the way they do.
This again raises the specter of writing. I'm currently mulling over the idea of writing a children's book based on a story told to me by Dennis, our former Nigerian boarder. I'd have Eric do the pictures since my drawing consists mostly of stick figures. We need to plan a meeting with Sandy and Gary, as they have actual contacts in the publishing world.
Well, this has drifted, as it usually does, from the topic I started, and lunch is almost over, so that's all for now. -30-
Friday, April 22, 2005
It Finally Came Home to Roost
I am so proud. Brighid told me the other day, "I only want to wear black clothes." Now to dig through old pictures and find one of myself, back in the "good old days", at some place like Bauhaus, dressed all in black, brooding, angst-riddled, confident of the enormity of my depression or the importance of my sorrow. ROTFLMAO
I took Brighid shopping, bought her a couple pairs of black pants, a couple of black shirts, and two new bras. 34C, almost a D, and only 12 years old. Oh my god. Logan will need to install bars on her bedroom window soon. Terrifying, absolutely terrifying.
Logan was rather depressed yesterday. After finally getting his little "john boat" repaired and in the water and having spent the previous weekend fishing, he returned to the boat where it left it docked while on the errands of picking the kids up from school and me from work to find someone swiped all his fishing equipment. I guesstimate it to be a few hundred bucks worth, at least. He just missed catching the thieves by about 5 minutes. Someone gave a description of the people and the car to the cops, but I doubt anything will come of it. Not real high on the priority list. I'm just really surprised Logan didn't have sense to put everything back in the van before leaving the boat anchored. Hell, I'm surprised he left the boat even. He's smarter than that, usually.
So now Logan is in a pissy mood (Who wouldn't be?), and has been snapping at me and the kids. Going fishing on the weekends was supposed to be his chance to blow off steam, but now it's the source of it. I'd tell him to go hunting or something this weekend, but it's Gals' Night Out to celebrate Herbie's birthday (which was March 15th), and to christen Shellie's new house by spilling margaritas on the rug or some such. Eric is going to join us, as he's an honorary member of The Gals (formerly Barbarous Brazos Broads, Bitches, or Bimbos as the case may be). I'm sure a fun time will be had by all. Details tomorrow at ten. No, wait, maybe Sunday at 6. P.M., that is.
I took Brighid shopping, bought her a couple pairs of black pants, a couple of black shirts, and two new bras. 34C, almost a D, and only 12 years old. Oh my god. Logan will need to install bars on her bedroom window soon. Terrifying, absolutely terrifying.
Logan was rather depressed yesterday. After finally getting his little "john boat" repaired and in the water and having spent the previous weekend fishing, he returned to the boat where it left it docked while on the errands of picking the kids up from school and me from work to find someone swiped all his fishing equipment. I guesstimate it to be a few hundred bucks worth, at least. He just missed catching the thieves by about 5 minutes. Someone gave a description of the people and the car to the cops, but I doubt anything will come of it. Not real high on the priority list. I'm just really surprised Logan didn't have sense to put everything back in the van before leaving the boat anchored. Hell, I'm surprised he left the boat even. He's smarter than that, usually.
So now Logan is in a pissy mood (Who wouldn't be?), and has been snapping at me and the kids. Going fishing on the weekends was supposed to be his chance to blow off steam, but now it's the source of it. I'd tell him to go hunting or something this weekend, but it's Gals' Night Out to celebrate Herbie's birthday (which was March 15th), and to christen Shellie's new house by spilling margaritas on the rug or some such. Eric is going to join us, as he's an honorary member of The Gals (formerly Barbarous Brazos Broads, Bitches, or Bimbos as the case may be). I'm sure a fun time will be had by all. Details tomorrow at ten. No, wait, maybe Sunday at 6. P.M., that is.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Heil Ratzinger!
Dateline: 04/19/05
fizziecoffee (12:59:47 PM): well, I just got off the phone with my cousin Marc in LA.
fizziecoffee (1:00:02 PM): He's going to be here a week from Friday and we're going out
fizziecoffee (1:00:03 PM): lol
lymadelina (1:00:13 PM): to where?
fizziecoffee (1:00:19 PM): He's going to be ready for some "bonding" HAHAHHA
fizziecoffee (1:00:35 PM): anything gay.
fizziecoffee (1:00:48 PM): or otherwise. hahaha. I'm just certain that he's going to want to be entertained
lymadelina (1:00:49 PM): where are you flying out to?
fizziecoffee (1:01:09 PM): Oh, no, I'm not flying out to anywhere. He and his aunt are flying IN
fizziecoffee (1:01:24 PM): and he's going to want to escape. Apparently she never shuts up
lymadelina (1:01:54 PM): oh
fizziecoffee (1:04:04 PM): So, anyway, he's a hoot
lymadelina (1:04:18 PM): sounds fun
lymadelina (1:04:30 PM): you'll have to introduce me to him
fizziecoffee (1:04:43 PM): We'll pick a night
fizziecoffee (1:07:37 PM): I am so fucking hungry
fizziecoffee (1:08:07 PM): I shouldn't be hungry at all. I've eaten enough for 6 people in the last 3 days. You'd think I was either pregnant or a friggin weight lifter
lymadelina (1:16:34 PM): or maybe you have a tape worm
fizziecoffee (1:17:10 PM): doubtful. I'd look emaciate. I'm FAR from it
lymadelina (1:17:38 PM): just a thought
lymadelina (1:17:50 PM): it could be recent, not enough time to look emaciated.
fizziecoffee (1:17:55 PM): HAHA
fizziecoffee (1:18:06 PM): and just where the hell would i have gotten a tapeworm from?
fizziecoffee (1:18:57 PM): Oh my goodness. This resume is awful and it's going to take more than an hour to fix
fizziecoffee (1:18:59 PM): Lordy
lymadelina (1:20:00 PM): um... the gettin' place??
fizziecoffee (1:20:32 PM): I'm not sure what that means
fizziecoffee (1:20:54 PM): what DO you mean?
fizziecoffee (1:21:03 PM): what is "the gettin' place"?
fizziecoffee (1:21:23 PM): I'm just a little black raincloud...hovering over...your honey tree
lymadelina (1:21:26 PM): that's what Pappy used to say if you asked him where he got something
fizziecoffee (1:21:34 PM): LOL
fizziecoffee (1:21:35 PM): HAHAHAH
lymadelina (1:21:37 PM): hey, even honeytress need rain
fizziecoffee (1:21:43 PM): Sorry, I'm not up on my Pappyisms
lymadelina (1:21:44 PM): honey trees
lymadelina (1:21:48 PM): LOL
fizziecoffee (1:21:49 PM): buahhahahahaha
fizziecoffee (1:22:01 PM): THAT will be my new intro line on my yahoo personals
lymadelina (1:24:02 PM): you remember chicken butt
lymadelina (1:24:05 PM): turkey trot
fizziecoffee (1:24:10 PM): sure
lymadelina (1:24:15 PM): baby elephant walk is Logan's addition to that line
fizziecoffee (1:24:19 PM): but not "from the gettin' place"
fizziecoffee (1:24:30 PM): hahaha
fizziecoffee (1:24:43 PM): PINK ELEPHANTS ON PARADE!
lymadelina (1:24:55 PM): one of my favorite things is how on Valentine's Day, he'd go around all day making poems
fizziecoffee (1:25:08 PM): who, Logan? or Pappy?
fizziecoffee (1:25:56 PM): NO, but I seen a housefly!!!
lymadelina (1:26:25 PM): Pappy
fizziecoffee (1:26:46 PM): I'm having Disney flashbacks
lymadelina (1:26:46 PM): "Roses are red and sometimes yellow... I'd like to be your Valentine's fellow."
fizziecoffee (1:26:54 PM): back when it was witty, not broadway
fizziecoffee (1:27:27 PM): We now would like to induct the following persons into the St. Valentine's fellowship
lymadelina (1:31:14 PM): apples are red and sometimes green... you're the best Valentine I've ever seen
lymadelina (1:31:21 PM): :)
fizziecoffee (1:33:28 PM): Chicken soup smells so good, I like the broth, You, on the other hand, smell like a Visigoth
fizziecoffee (1:34:53 PM): Valentine's is over, This much is true, So wait 'til next year, For your poetry brew
fizziecoffee (1:36:09 PM): it's the BAD POETRY AWARD
fizziecoffee (1:37:28 PM): Roses start out red then warp to speckles of pink, Those little bee geneticists, I wonder what they must think!
fizziecoffee (1:38:46 PM): I'm crummy at this game, for 'tis been a while since I've played,
lymadelina (1:38:52 PM): :)
fizziecoffee (1:39:02 PM): If I blunder once again, in bed I should have stayed.
lymadelina (1:39:14 PM): but there's a new Pope, so your soul is saved!!
fizziecoffee (1:39:19 PM): OH?
fizziecoffee (1:39:23 PM): no more black smog?
fizziecoffee (1:40:17 PM): do tell
lymadelina (1:43:43 PM): http://story.news.yahoo.com/fc?cid=34&tmpl=fc&in=World&cat=Papacy_and_the_Vatican
lymadelina (1:44:03 PM): or go to http://www.lookitthehellupyourself.com
fizziecoffee (1:44:42 PM): FIRST GERMAN POPE IN CENTURIES
fizziecoffee (1:44:46 PM): LOL
fizziecoffee (1:44:53 PM): yeah, I WONDER WHY
lymadelina (1:45:58 PM): He was a Hitler Youth
lymadelina (1:46:08 PM): has "atoned" wtf ever that means
lymadelina (1:46:43 PM): I think all Germans during that time period were involved, or under suspicion themselves
fizziecoffee (1:48:00 PM): I would think it was a form of patriotism. That, and the fear of not belonging to the group meant that you would be executed
fizziecoffee (1:51:34 PM): Where did you find that factual tidbit?
fizziecoffee (1:51:41 PM): I only read through the main story
lymadelina (1:54:39 PM): Heard it on the evening news a couple of nights ago.
fizziecoffee (1:56:49 PM): NICE
fizziecoffee (1:56:50 PM): lol
fizziecoffee (1:57:24 PM): Hitler Youth takes Rome. Reinstates curfew for all non-catholics
lymadelina (1:57:28 PM): http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=514&e=12&u=/ap/pope_ratzinger_profile
fizziecoffee (1:57:47 PM): "CIRCUMCISION IS A SIN AGAINST GOD"
fizziecoffee (1:57:51 PM): News at Eleven
lymadelina (1:58:13 PM): lol
fizziecoffee (2:01:25 PM): "Angry homosexuals firebomb Sistine chapel. Carabiniere are baffled and cannot stop the looting. Red velvet shredded throughout the streets of Roma, people screaming 'Non gridi per me, Argentina!'"
fizziecoffee (2:01:28 PM): News at Five
lymadelina (2:03:06 PM): ROTFLMAO
fizziecoffee (2:03:39 PM): "Italian buddhists have begun immolating themselves on the steps of the Vatican. Mayhem ensues as the local firefighters cannot put them out. Investigators believe they have been wearing POLYESTER robes."
fizziecoffee (2:03:44 PM): News at Eleven
fizziecoffee (2:04:08 PM): Pope declares WAR on all non-catholics
lymadelina (2:05:33 PM): Swiss Guard attacks? In THOSE clothes??
fizziecoffee (2:05:46 PM): lol
fizziecoffee (2:06:49 PM): "Jewish Drag Queens Storm Vatican Doors. Oy! I Broke A Nail!"
fizziecoffee (2:10:18 PM): "I'll gefilte your fish, you dirty old HAG!" was heard being shouted by one particularly statuesque Golda Meir impersonator.
fizziecoffee (2:11:47 PM): "Turkey Makes Surprise Move and Changes National Religion From Islam To Catholicism. Italy Fears International Buggery."
lymadelina (2:13:38 PM): OMG, stop it. I'm running of of Kleenex.
lymadelina (2:13:43 PM): ROTFLMAO
fizziecoffee (2:13:49 PM): LMAO
fizziecoffee (2:13:52 PM): you're joking
fizziecoffee (2:13:53 PM): hahahah
lymadelina (2:14:11 PM): just glad I'm not wearing mascara
fizziecoffee (2:14:18 PM): hahahhahaha
lymadelina (2:15:20 PM): I just retrieved my Coke from the freezer. mmmm slushy
fizziecoffee (2:15:30 PM): "Pope Benedict Keeps It On The DL. Turkey Opens Doors To Kurdish Minorities. Shah Comments 'WHOOPS'"
fizziecoffee (2:15:45 PM): Yummy, Coke slushy
fizziecoffee (2:15:57 PM): I am having plain ol' vanilla diet coke on ice
fizziecoffee (2:16:14 PM): it's SO synthetic. I'd almost swear I was drinking vinyl
lymadelina (2:16:59 PM): just drink water if you don't want calories
lymadelina (2:17:03 PM): why bother?
fizziecoffee (2:18:05 PM): oh, it's not the calories, it's the sugar I'm avoiding. I don't enjoy the hypoglycemic crash afterwards
fizziecoffee (2:18:34 PM): Makes me nauseous, gives me the shakes, headache, and shortness of breath
fizziecoffee (2:19:00 PM): it's not just an "ooh, I'm really tired now" thing
lymadelina (2:19:30 PM): hmm
fizziecoffee (2:19:33 PM): it's more of an "ooh, I really fucked up and shouldn't have had that much sugar all at once
lymadelina (2:19:34 PM): too bad
fizziecoffee (2:22:20 PM): Pope Declares All Non-Catholics Unclean. Shocking International Handshake with China...No Washie, No Savie! Millions Flock To Yangtzee River Baptize-Fest.
fizziecoffee (2:28:41 PM): I'm having visions of middle-aged men wearing plaid short shorts, knee-high white socks and white button-down shirts and blue ties, goose-stepping down the streets
fizziecoffee (2:28:59 PM): OMG, it's the Benedict Youth!
fizziecoffee (2:29:00 PM): RUN!
lymadelina (2:37:55 PM): don't forget the sandals
fizziecoffee (12:59:47 PM): well, I just got off the phone with my cousin Marc in LA.
fizziecoffee (1:00:02 PM): He's going to be here a week from Friday and we're going out
fizziecoffee (1:00:03 PM): lol
lymadelina (1:00:13 PM): to where?
fizziecoffee (1:00:19 PM): He's going to be ready for some "bonding" HAHAHHA
fizziecoffee (1:00:35 PM): anything gay.
fizziecoffee (1:00:48 PM): or otherwise. hahaha. I'm just certain that he's going to want to be entertained
lymadelina (1:00:49 PM): where are you flying out to?
fizziecoffee (1:01:09 PM): Oh, no, I'm not flying out to anywhere. He and his aunt are flying IN
fizziecoffee (1:01:24 PM): and he's going to want to escape. Apparently she never shuts up
lymadelina (1:01:54 PM): oh
fizziecoffee (1:04:04 PM): So, anyway, he's a hoot
lymadelina (1:04:18 PM): sounds fun
lymadelina (1:04:30 PM): you'll have to introduce me to him
fizziecoffee (1:04:43 PM): We'll pick a night
fizziecoffee (1:07:37 PM): I am so fucking hungry
fizziecoffee (1:08:07 PM): I shouldn't be hungry at all. I've eaten enough for 6 people in the last 3 days. You'd think I was either pregnant or a friggin weight lifter
lymadelina (1:16:34 PM): or maybe you have a tape worm
fizziecoffee (1:17:10 PM): doubtful. I'd look emaciate. I'm FAR from it
lymadelina (1:17:38 PM): just a thought
lymadelina (1:17:50 PM): it could be recent, not enough time to look emaciated.
fizziecoffee (1:17:55 PM): HAHA
fizziecoffee (1:18:06 PM): and just where the hell would i have gotten a tapeworm from?
fizziecoffee (1:18:57 PM): Oh my goodness. This resume is awful and it's going to take more than an hour to fix
fizziecoffee (1:18:59 PM): Lordy
lymadelina (1:20:00 PM): um... the gettin' place??
fizziecoffee (1:20:32 PM): I'm not sure what that means
fizziecoffee (1:20:54 PM): what DO you mean?
fizziecoffee (1:21:03 PM): what is "the gettin' place"?
fizziecoffee (1:21:23 PM): I'm just a little black raincloud...hovering over...your honey tree
lymadelina (1:21:26 PM): that's what Pappy used to say if you asked him where he got something
fizziecoffee (1:21:34 PM): LOL
fizziecoffee (1:21:35 PM): HAHAHAH
lymadelina (1:21:37 PM): hey, even honeytress need rain
fizziecoffee (1:21:43 PM): Sorry, I'm not up on my Pappyisms
lymadelina (1:21:44 PM): honey trees
lymadelina (1:21:48 PM): LOL
fizziecoffee (1:21:49 PM): buahhahahahaha
fizziecoffee (1:22:01 PM): THAT will be my new intro line on my yahoo personals
lymadelina (1:24:02 PM): you remember chicken butt
lymadelina (1:24:05 PM): turkey trot
fizziecoffee (1:24:10 PM): sure
lymadelina (1:24:15 PM): baby elephant walk is Logan's addition to that line
fizziecoffee (1:24:19 PM): but not "from the gettin' place"
fizziecoffee (1:24:30 PM): hahaha
fizziecoffee (1:24:43 PM): PINK ELEPHANTS ON PARADE!
lymadelina (1:24:55 PM): one of my favorite things is how on Valentine's Day, he'd go around all day making poems
fizziecoffee (1:25:08 PM): who, Logan? or Pappy?
fizziecoffee (1:25:56 PM): NO, but I seen a housefly!!!
lymadelina (1:26:25 PM): Pappy
fizziecoffee (1:26:46 PM): I'm having Disney flashbacks
lymadelina (1:26:46 PM): "Roses are red and sometimes yellow... I'd like to be your Valentine's fellow."
fizziecoffee (1:26:54 PM): back when it was witty, not broadway
fizziecoffee (1:27:27 PM): We now would like to induct the following persons into the St. Valentine's fellowship
lymadelina (1:31:14 PM): apples are red and sometimes green... you're the best Valentine I've ever seen
lymadelina (1:31:21 PM): :)
fizziecoffee (1:33:28 PM): Chicken soup smells so good, I like the broth, You, on the other hand, smell like a Visigoth
fizziecoffee (1:34:53 PM): Valentine's is over, This much is true, So wait 'til next year, For your poetry brew
fizziecoffee (1:36:09 PM): it's the BAD POETRY AWARD
fizziecoffee (1:37:28 PM): Roses start out red then warp to speckles of pink, Those little bee geneticists, I wonder what they must think!
fizziecoffee (1:38:46 PM): I'm crummy at this game, for 'tis been a while since I've played,
lymadelina (1:38:52 PM): :)
fizziecoffee (1:39:02 PM): If I blunder once again, in bed I should have stayed.
lymadelina (1:39:14 PM): but there's a new Pope, so your soul is saved!!
fizziecoffee (1:39:19 PM): OH?
fizziecoffee (1:39:23 PM): no more black smog?
fizziecoffee (1:40:17 PM): do tell
lymadelina (1:43:43 PM): http://story.news.yahoo.com/fc?cid=34&tmpl=fc&in=World&cat=Papacy_and_the_Vatican
lymadelina (1:44:03 PM): or go to http://www.lookitthehellupyourself.com
fizziecoffee (1:44:42 PM): FIRST GERMAN POPE IN CENTURIES
fizziecoffee (1:44:46 PM): LOL
fizziecoffee (1:44:53 PM): yeah, I WONDER WHY
lymadelina (1:45:58 PM): He was a Hitler Youth
lymadelina (1:46:08 PM): has "atoned" wtf ever that means
lymadelina (1:46:43 PM): I think all Germans during that time period were involved, or under suspicion themselves
fizziecoffee (1:48:00 PM): I would think it was a form of patriotism. That, and the fear of not belonging to the group meant that you would be executed
fizziecoffee (1:51:34 PM): Where did you find that factual tidbit?
fizziecoffee (1:51:41 PM): I only read through the main story
lymadelina (1:54:39 PM): Heard it on the evening news a couple of nights ago.
fizziecoffee (1:56:49 PM): NICE
fizziecoffee (1:56:50 PM): lol
fizziecoffee (1:57:24 PM): Hitler Youth takes Rome. Reinstates curfew for all non-catholics
lymadelina (1:57:28 PM): http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=514&e=12&u=/ap/pope_ratzinger_profile
fizziecoffee (1:57:47 PM): "CIRCUMCISION IS A SIN AGAINST GOD"
fizziecoffee (1:57:51 PM): News at Eleven
lymadelina (1:58:13 PM): lol
fizziecoffee (2:01:25 PM): "Angry homosexuals firebomb Sistine chapel. Carabiniere are baffled and cannot stop the looting. Red velvet shredded throughout the streets of Roma, people screaming 'Non gridi per me, Argentina!'"
fizziecoffee (2:01:28 PM): News at Five
lymadelina (2:03:06 PM): ROTFLMAO
fizziecoffee (2:03:39 PM): "Italian buddhists have begun immolating themselves on the steps of the Vatican. Mayhem ensues as the local firefighters cannot put them out. Investigators believe they have been wearing POLYESTER robes."
fizziecoffee (2:03:44 PM): News at Eleven
fizziecoffee (2:04:08 PM): Pope declares WAR on all non-catholics
lymadelina (2:05:33 PM): Swiss Guard attacks? In THOSE clothes??
fizziecoffee (2:05:46 PM): lol
fizziecoffee (2:06:49 PM): "Jewish Drag Queens Storm Vatican Doors. Oy! I Broke A Nail!"
fizziecoffee (2:10:18 PM): "I'll gefilte your fish, you dirty old HAG!" was heard being shouted by one particularly statuesque Golda Meir impersonator.
fizziecoffee (2:11:47 PM): "Turkey Makes Surprise Move and Changes National Religion From Islam To Catholicism. Italy Fears International Buggery."
lymadelina (2:13:38 PM): OMG, stop it. I'm running of of Kleenex.
lymadelina (2:13:43 PM): ROTFLMAO
fizziecoffee (2:13:49 PM): LMAO
fizziecoffee (2:13:52 PM): you're joking
fizziecoffee (2:13:53 PM): hahahah
lymadelina (2:14:11 PM): just glad I'm not wearing mascara
fizziecoffee (2:14:18 PM): hahahhahaha
lymadelina (2:15:20 PM): I just retrieved my Coke from the freezer. mmmm slushy
fizziecoffee (2:15:30 PM): "Pope Benedict Keeps It On The DL. Turkey Opens Doors To Kurdish Minorities. Shah Comments 'WHOOPS'"
fizziecoffee (2:15:45 PM): Yummy, Coke slushy
fizziecoffee (2:15:57 PM): I am having plain ol' vanilla diet coke on ice
fizziecoffee (2:16:14 PM): it's SO synthetic. I'd almost swear I was drinking vinyl
lymadelina (2:16:59 PM): just drink water if you don't want calories
lymadelina (2:17:03 PM): why bother?
fizziecoffee (2:18:05 PM): oh, it's not the calories, it's the sugar I'm avoiding. I don't enjoy the hypoglycemic crash afterwards
fizziecoffee (2:18:34 PM): Makes me nauseous, gives me the shakes, headache, and shortness of breath
fizziecoffee (2:19:00 PM): it's not just an "ooh, I'm really tired now" thing
lymadelina (2:19:30 PM): hmm
fizziecoffee (2:19:33 PM): it's more of an "ooh, I really fucked up and shouldn't have had that much sugar all at once
lymadelina (2:19:34 PM): too bad
fizziecoffee (2:22:20 PM): Pope Declares All Non-Catholics Unclean. Shocking International Handshake with China...No Washie, No Savie! Millions Flock To Yangtzee River Baptize-Fest.
fizziecoffee (2:28:41 PM): I'm having visions of middle-aged men wearing plaid short shorts, knee-high white socks and white button-down shirts and blue ties, goose-stepping down the streets
fizziecoffee (2:28:59 PM): OMG, it's the Benedict Youth!
fizziecoffee (2:29:00 PM): RUN!
lymadelina (2:37:55 PM): don't forget the sandals
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