Many apologies for the radio silence. Not only has work been so out straight and stressful that I've been nothing but a vapid, drooling blob once I get home from work, but I also forgot my password. How embarrassing. The password situation was, I know, easily correctable, but in my recent state of mind, not so much.
So here I am, 8 days away from my 2 week pass out of hell. Away from the stress. Away from "The Hound". The Hound is my "manager". I use the word "manager" loosely because her management and organizational skills closely resemble those of Colombe (you know, from the Next Food Network Star). Yeah, they're not so good. I interviewed for the management position when it opened. I have management experience from previous positions. Apparently they preferred someone much younger than myself, with no management experience, and who thinks that "management" means she's a glorified baby sitter.
I can't freakin' stand her. There's no way in the world she doesn't know this, no matter how hard I try to be, at the very least, civil to her.
I've already snapped at her several times, and each time I have, she's shut right up. She hounds (hence her nickname), has no back bone, eavesdrops, I could go on and on. It's been a long time since I've had that knot in my stomach every morning because I don't want to go to work. Since she was hired, it's there every morning. I'm really starting to hate my job because of her.
But enough of the bitch fest. Need to go get ready for work.
HAPPY FREAKIN' FRIDAY!!!!!
Friday, July 06, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Because I feel like it
This meme brought to you by the letters v, a, l, e, r, i and e, and the number 12!
Thanks Valerie! Here's a picture for Elvis that I found on Cheezburger today:
1. Elaborate on your avatar. It's invisible.
2.What's your current relationship status? Happily taken by The Man.
3. Ever have a near-death experience? Meaning my life flashed before my eyes? Yeah, when I was broadsided back in... 2003? I still shudder every time I think about it, and what condition The Man would be in had he been with me, if he'd even survived. Take a look.
4. What is the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now? The theme for Johnny Bravo. Haven't seen it in years, yet it just popped into my head and won't go away. Do the monkey with me!
5. Name a celebrity you would marry? Christopher Eccleston. Oh me, oh my. Those eyes. That face. That voice. Imagine waking up to it all every morning. Plus the fact that he's a humble and extraordinary human being. Daaaaaaamn.
6. Who will cut and paste this meme first? *vapid stare* Ummm...
7. Has anyone ever said you look like a celebrity? Nope.
8. Do you wear a watch? What kind? Yes. It's a solar Citizen's that The Man gave me for my birthday a few years ago.
9. Do you have anything pierced? Just the ears. One in each. Used to be two but they closed up a long, long time ago.
10. Do you have any tattoos? No, but I've thought about it - would love to get a Red Sox 'B' or a Haggis Head. I can't even use an Emjoi "razor", for goodness sake, how the heck would I deal with a needle jabbing my skin for hours on end?
11. Do you like pain? On the whole, no.
12. Do you like to shop? "Shop" is my middle name.
13. The last thing you paid for with cash? Honestly can't remember. My bet is an iced coffee from Dunkin' Donuts, though.
14. The last thing you paid for with credit card? More stamping supplies! I need help.
15. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Mom.
16. What is on your desktop background? Babs sleeping peacefully on the living room chair.
17. What was the last movie you watched? History of the World Part I. Groovus!
18. What was the last book you read? Chronicles of Narnia.
Thanks Valerie! Here's a picture for Elvis that I found on Cheezburger today:
1. Elaborate on your avatar. It's invisible.
2.What's your current relationship status? Happily taken by The Man.
3. Ever have a near-death experience? Meaning my life flashed before my eyes? Yeah, when I was broadsided back in... 2003? I still shudder every time I think about it, and what condition The Man would be in had he been with me, if he'd even survived. Take a look.
4. What is the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now? The theme for Johnny Bravo. Haven't seen it in years, yet it just popped into my head and won't go away. Do the monkey with me!
5. Name a celebrity you would marry? Christopher Eccleston. Oh me, oh my. Those eyes. That face. That voice. Imagine waking up to it all every morning. Plus the fact that he's a humble and extraordinary human being. Daaaaaaamn.
6. Who will cut and paste this meme first? *vapid stare* Ummm...
7. Has anyone ever said you look like a celebrity? Nope.
8. Do you wear a watch? What kind? Yes. It's a solar Citizen's that The Man gave me for my birthday a few years ago.
9. Do you have anything pierced? Just the ears. One in each. Used to be two but they closed up a long, long time ago.
10. Do you have any tattoos? No, but I've thought about it - would love to get a Red Sox 'B' or a Haggis Head. I can't even use an Emjoi "razor", for goodness sake, how the heck would I deal with a needle jabbing my skin for hours on end?
11. Do you like pain? On the whole, no.
12. Do you like to shop? "Shop" is my middle name.
13. The last thing you paid for with cash? Honestly can't remember. My bet is an iced coffee from Dunkin' Donuts, though.
14. The last thing you paid for with credit card? More stamping supplies! I need help.
15. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Mom.
16. What is on your desktop background? Babs sleeping peacefully on the living room chair.
17. What was the last movie you watched? History of the World Part I. Groovus!
18. What was the last book you read? Chronicles of Narnia.
My ass is twitching
"My ass is twitching. You people make my ass twitch."
A ginger molasses (ahem) cookie to anyone who can tell me where that quote comes from. And Zee already knows the answer, but she's getting a cookie anyway. Possibly two. Why? Because she's Zee and I love her! And it's almost her birthday.
And yes, my ass really is twitching.
Went to see a massage therapist after work yesterday. Holy crap. She even went easy on me because I haven't had a massage in a long time. Dad works on my neck and back when I visit, but I haven't seen him since Christmas. I'm crunching and cracking a lot this morning, and am still feeling a bit nauseous. But I feel... better. Not jump up and do the Lindy Hop better, but better. The woman who did my massage last night commented many times on how tight my muscles were. That could've been my cue to air my grievances about work, but I refrained. And after about 5 minutes on the table, I was starting to feel a bit Zen anyway so thought, meh, I can vent about work any old time. And I do. Oh so very much.
No time to vent about it this morning though, and I'm still feeling a bit Zen anyway. Hope that feeling will last the rest of this week!
More later, gotta go. Have a loverly day!
A ginger molasses (ahem) cookie to anyone who can tell me where that quote comes from. And Zee already knows the answer, but she's getting a cookie anyway. Possibly two. Why? Because she's Zee and I love her! And it's almost her birthday.
And yes, my ass really is twitching.
Went to see a massage therapist after work yesterday. Holy crap. She even went easy on me because I haven't had a massage in a long time. Dad works on my neck and back when I visit, but I haven't seen him since Christmas. I'm crunching and cracking a lot this morning, and am still feeling a bit nauseous. But I feel... better. Not jump up and do the Lindy Hop better, but better. The woman who did my massage last night commented many times on how tight my muscles were. That could've been my cue to air my grievances about work, but I refrained. And after about 5 minutes on the table, I was starting to feel a bit Zen anyway so thought, meh, I can vent about work any old time. And I do. Oh so very much.
No time to vent about it this morning though, and I'm still feeling a bit Zen anyway. Hope that feeling will last the rest of this week!
More later, gotta go. Have a loverly day!
Sunday, June 03, 2007
*snort* *grumble*... oooh, iced tea!
The countdown is on. 41 days until I get a 2 week pass out of hell. Since it's the weekend, I don't want to dwell on work right now, so will update in bits and pieces as time allows during the week. Besides, right now I'm a little more livid about something familial than I am about my head-up-her-ass manager at work.
My sister-in-law has got to go. I've disliked her from the get-go. After 22+ years of putting up with the crap and misery she's brought to my family, I refuse to continue to be civil to her or even pray for her anymore after what she's done to my brother. Again. I apologized to my mother last night for my inability to be Christianly toward my SIL, but I just can't do it anymore. If she died right now, I would hoot and holler and jump for joy because my brother would at last be free!
And I need to put a little disclaimer here - SIL hasn't been having extra-marital affairs. But what's been going on over the years is something I'm not comfortable discussing openly in my blog, but I need to get the venom I have towards her out of my system somehow, so please bear with me while I periodically vent about her here without sharing much of the background behind it.
It takes a lot for me to truly hate someone, and I hate her. With every fiber of my being.
Okay, so... in not nearly so venomous news... I ate at the 99 Restaurant twice this past week. Nothing fancy, it's a family restaurant, but dang they've got good food! And I discovered a drink that I may need to start ordering to go, in vats no less. Mango iced tea. Oh my stars, is it good! I'm craving it this very moment. I have some Snapple mango white tea tea bags in the cupboard that I may try to make my own with, but have my doubts about. Oh, and 99's honey mustard dressing is out of this world, too. When The Man and I were there for lunch yesterday, I asked if I could buy some to take home, as it's made by the company itself and not sold in stores, but, no go. So I didn't even bother to ask about the tea. But fortunately I work barely a 1/2 mile from a 99, so guess I'll be stopping by there a little more often from now on. Well, at least while they've got that iced tea. Dang.
My sister-in-law has got to go. I've disliked her from the get-go. After 22+ years of putting up with the crap and misery she's brought to my family, I refuse to continue to be civil to her or even pray for her anymore after what she's done to my brother. Again. I apologized to my mother last night for my inability to be Christianly toward my SIL, but I just can't do it anymore. If she died right now, I would hoot and holler and jump for joy because my brother would at last be free!
And I need to put a little disclaimer here - SIL hasn't been having extra-marital affairs. But what's been going on over the years is something I'm not comfortable discussing openly in my blog, but I need to get the venom I have towards her out of my system somehow, so please bear with me while I periodically vent about her here without sharing much of the background behind it.
It takes a lot for me to truly hate someone, and I hate her. With every fiber of my being.
Okay, so... in not nearly so venomous news... I ate at the 99 Restaurant twice this past week. Nothing fancy, it's a family restaurant, but dang they've got good food! And I discovered a drink that I may need to start ordering to go, in vats no less. Mango iced tea. Oh my stars, is it good! I'm craving it this very moment. I have some Snapple mango white tea tea bags in the cupboard that I may try to make my own with, but have my doubts about. Oh, and 99's honey mustard dressing is out of this world, too. When The Man and I were there for lunch yesterday, I asked if I could buy some to take home, as it's made by the company itself and not sold in stores, but, no go. So I didn't even bother to ask about the tea. But fortunately I work barely a 1/2 mile from a 99, so guess I'll be stopping by there a little more often from now on. Well, at least while they've got that iced tea. Dang.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Been a while
Hi there. Yeah, it's me. To the few who actually read my blog, my apologies for falling off the face of the earth. I took Babs's passing pretty hard. Still miss her a lot. Buster was getting neurotic and having separation anxiety every time I left for work, so we adopted a new cat in late September. We named her Lucy. The first picture is, well, the first time they were this close to each other without a resulting smackdown. And it's also the first picture we took of the two of them together. Buster has an air of disdain about him in this picture.
This picture shows how much Lucy likes to snuggle with her people. Whether you have room for her on your lap or not, she will find a way to be on you or shoved up next to you as close as she can.
And now I need to get my butt moving and ready for work. I just wanted to say hi while I had a moment and share a couple of pictures of Lucy. I hope to get into a regular posting habit again.
Hope all is well in everyone else's world.
Have a great Tuesday. :-)
This picture shows how much Lucy likes to snuggle with her people. Whether you have room for her on your lap or not, she will find a way to be on you or shoved up next to you as close as she can.
And now I need to get my butt moving and ready for work. I just wanted to say hi while I had a moment and share a couple of pictures of Lucy. I hope to get into a regular posting habit again.
Hope all is well in everyone else's world.
Have a great Tuesday. :-)
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Be afraid
| You Are 34% Evil |
 A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil. |
I want some pancakes.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Sick!
And it's almost July! Jeez. Almost rescheduled the appointment I had with the doctor this morning. Glad I didn't. I've got a doozy of a sinus infection. All the symptoms have been there for about 2 weeks now, I just never put 2 and 2 together. No wonder I've been so tired and crankier than usual. Took my first dose of antibiotics earlier this evening and am hoping by tomorrow morning that at least the constant splitting headache I've had for the past week will cease to be. And I'm looking forward to not seeing stars every time I turn my head too quick, sneeze or stand up straight after feeding the cats or picking something up off the floor. Oddly enough, it feels like the antibiotics may already be working - the pressure in my head isn't quite as intense right now, I've been sneezing like a madwoman most of the evening (which the cats haven't been too pleased with), and my vision isn't quite so blurry. But unfortunately my stomach doesn't seem too happy with the medication. It'll just have to get over it!
15 days and 1-1/2 hours until the day I'm on vacation. I can hardly wait!
15 days and 1-1/2 hours until the day I'm on vacation. I can hardly wait!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Stress-induced Tourette's
If it exists, I have it! When my life gets as stressful as it is right now, I swear like a sailor, and sometimes it does feel uncontrollable. Tourette's or no, if my mother heard a fraction of the stuff coming out of my mouth this week, she'd wash my mouth out with soap!
I love my mom. :-)
Speaking of Mom, I was finally able to talk to her about Zachariah this morning. It was the first I'd spoken with her since he passed. We both cried. Again. But this time it was with each other, even if it was only on the phone.
Hey! Our loser neighbors haven't moved out, and eviction day was early last week! Surprised? Me neither!
My fingers are okay now, btw. Just a few little scratches and a torn nail. And boy, does grating those little buggers make your hand cramp! Why was I shredding them in the first place? Well, can't safely bite into a carrot while wearing braces now, can I? And since I don't want the baby carrots to go to waste (because they're so cute, sweet and tasty!), they get shredded into pasta salad, coleslaw or whatever I think they'll be good shredded into/onto. The Man thinks I'm crazy but, hey, takes a crazy to know a crazy!
Tomorrow there will be only 22 (or is it 21?) days until the beach. Talked with one of The Man's aunt's today who goes to the beach the same week we do and she told me she's bringing a ginormous bottle of Irish Creme that she won at a church fair. Now that's funny. And since it was won at a church fair, none of us has to feel guilty if we drink too much of it.
And hey, one of this aunt's mottos is, "Why Not Tourette's?"
And there you have the premise of the insanity that is beach week with The Man's family.
Damn, I can hardly fucking wait!
I love my mom. :-)
Speaking of Mom, I was finally able to talk to her about Zachariah this morning. It was the first I'd spoken with her since he passed. We both cried. Again. But this time it was with each other, even if it was only on the phone.
Hey! Our loser neighbors haven't moved out, and eviction day was early last week! Surprised? Me neither!
My fingers are okay now, btw. Just a few little scratches and a torn nail. And boy, does grating those little buggers make your hand cramp! Why was I shredding them in the first place? Well, can't safely bite into a carrot while wearing braces now, can I? And since I don't want the baby carrots to go to waste (because they're so cute, sweet and tasty!), they get shredded into pasta salad, coleslaw or whatever I think they'll be good shredded into/onto. The Man thinks I'm crazy but, hey, takes a crazy to know a crazy!
Tomorrow there will be only 22 (or is it 21?) days until the beach. Talked with one of The Man's aunt's today who goes to the beach the same week we do and she told me she's bringing a ginormous bottle of Irish Creme that she won at a church fair. Now that's funny. And since it was won at a church fair, none of us has to feel guilty if we drink too much of it.
And hey, one of this aunt's mottos is, "Why Not Tourette's?"
And there you have the premise of the insanity that is beach week with The Man's family.
Damn, I can hardly fucking wait!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Monday, June 19, 2006
26 days...
...until I'm here:
Right now it feels like an eternity.
Work has been off the wall. I'm so stressed and in such desperate need of time off that I'm forgetting to do things I do every day, forgetting what I'm talking about mid-sentence, and completely over-reacting to idiotic things such as how much spam I get in my work inbox. IT is supposed to be blocking it and they aren't. When my email 'dings!' I check it immediately, and nothing pisses me off more than when I've stopped what I'm doing because of FREAKIN' SPAM!
See?
If I'd been wise I'd have saved the rest of the Cloves I bought for Zee's weekend out here. If I had, I'd be having one... no, three of them right now. And I could really go for a White Russian, but we're out of milk. Besides, The Man is at the Red Sox game tonight and I'm going to need to go out at some point to pick him up from the train station. I feel bad for not going to the game tonight but I'm in no frame of mind to deal with the traffic, the cramped Green Line trains and drunken idiots tonight. Fortunately a guy he works with took my ticket, so it won't go to waste. Sweetheart that The Man can be, called about 5 minutes to 7 and said, "Guess who's starting in right field tonight?" I said, "Gabe Kapler?" He said, "Gabe Kapler" and we both "Woohoo!"'d at the same time. I am SO happy Gabe's finally back in the lineup.
Zee came out last weekend for some birthday Haggis! She's had me and The Man listen to their music a few times when we were back home and I thought, "Ehh, they're not bad." Then I saw them live last weekend and oh my lord, I've turned into a Haggis Head. They're unlike anything I've listened to before and their shows are very energetic. I can not wait to see them again. In fact, the day we were originally supposed to head home from the beach they're going to be playing about an hour from here, but we've already accepted an invitation to go rafting up in Maine that weekend. My arm had to be twisted a bit for that and now I'm trying to untwist it so I can go see Haggis!
Zee, your birthday Haggis was a treat for us both! I'm so glad you were able to come out and I'm so glad we went to both shows. It was medicinal. It was fun. And I can't wait to do it again back home with you next month! :-)
The Sox game is only in the bottom of the 2nd and The Man just called to say he was leaving at the end of the inning. I feel so bad. The guy who was going to go with him bailed. Plus, The Man had surgery on his right eye last Tuesday and he said he can't see what's going on all that well. He still has stitches in the left eye causing astigmatism, and the right eye still has all the stitches in it, plus it's still healing. I'm glad he's coming home early though. If he gets on a train that gets back here before 9 I think I'm going to take him out for an ice cream. There's a dairy farm close to here that has the best ice cream in the world. They have a flavor called Birthday Cake that's fantastic. Add some jimmies and all you're missing is some candles and the embarassing "Happy Birthday" song.
Yeah, I need some Birthday Cake ice cream. More than I need the Cloves. Well, I don't need either, really but... oh hell, yes I do. ;-)
Haven't spoken with my mom since Zachariah passed away. She's having a very hard time with it. I've called several times but my dad has been reluctant to put her on the phone. When I talked with my sister yesterday though, she told me that Mom is starting to consider going to the MSPCA to look around and talk with the folks there. Even before Zachariah passed away, his brother Micah would have separation anxiety from Mom whenever she had to leave the house. It's worse now. She doesn't want his nose to get bent out of joint if she gets another cat, but she doesn't want him to be alone when she has things to do outside of the house.
Well, The Man just called again and is going to be at the train station in half an hour, so if we're going to get some ice cream I'd better go make myself look presentable.
Right now it feels like an eternity.
Work has been off the wall. I'm so stressed and in such desperate need of time off that I'm forgetting to do things I do every day, forgetting what I'm talking about mid-sentence, and completely over-reacting to idiotic things such as how much spam I get in my work inbox. IT is supposed to be blocking it and they aren't. When my email 'dings!' I check it immediately, and nothing pisses me off more than when I've stopped what I'm doing because of FREAKIN' SPAM!
See?
If I'd been wise I'd have saved the rest of the Cloves I bought for Zee's weekend out here. If I had, I'd be having one... no, three of them right now. And I could really go for a White Russian, but we're out of milk. Besides, The Man is at the Red Sox game tonight and I'm going to need to go out at some point to pick him up from the train station. I feel bad for not going to the game tonight but I'm in no frame of mind to deal with the traffic, the cramped Green Line trains and drunken idiots tonight. Fortunately a guy he works with took my ticket, so it won't go to waste. Sweetheart that The Man can be, called about 5 minutes to 7 and said, "Guess who's starting in right field tonight?" I said, "Gabe Kapler?" He said, "Gabe Kapler" and we both "Woohoo!"'d at the same time. I am SO happy Gabe's finally back in the lineup.
Zee came out last weekend for some birthday Haggis! She's had me and The Man listen to their music a few times when we were back home and I thought, "Ehh, they're not bad." Then I saw them live last weekend and oh my lord, I've turned into a Haggis Head. They're unlike anything I've listened to before and their shows are very energetic. I can not wait to see them again. In fact, the day we were originally supposed to head home from the beach they're going to be playing about an hour from here, but we've already accepted an invitation to go rafting up in Maine that weekend. My arm had to be twisted a bit for that and now I'm trying to untwist it so I can go see Haggis!
Zee, your birthday Haggis was a treat for us both! I'm so glad you were able to come out and I'm so glad we went to both shows. It was medicinal. It was fun. And I can't wait to do it again back home with you next month! :-)
The Sox game is only in the bottom of the 2nd and The Man just called to say he was leaving at the end of the inning. I feel so bad. The guy who was going to go with him bailed. Plus, The Man had surgery on his right eye last Tuesday and he said he can't see what's going on all that well. He still has stitches in the left eye causing astigmatism, and the right eye still has all the stitches in it, plus it's still healing. I'm glad he's coming home early though. If he gets on a train that gets back here before 9 I think I'm going to take him out for an ice cream. There's a dairy farm close to here that has the best ice cream in the world. They have a flavor called Birthday Cake that's fantastic. Add some jimmies and all you're missing is some candles and the embarassing "Happy Birthday" song.
Yeah, I need some Birthday Cake ice cream. More than I need the Cloves. Well, I don't need either, really but... oh hell, yes I do. ;-)
Haven't spoken with my mom since Zachariah passed away. She's having a very hard time with it. I've called several times but my dad has been reluctant to put her on the phone. When I talked with my sister yesterday though, she told me that Mom is starting to consider going to the MSPCA to look around and talk with the folks there. Even before Zachariah passed away, his brother Micah would have separation anxiety from Mom whenever she had to leave the house. It's worse now. She doesn't want his nose to get bent out of joint if she gets another cat, but she doesn't want him to be alone when she has things to do outside of the house.
Well, The Man just called again and is going to be at the train station in half an hour, so if we're going to get some ice cream I'd better go make myself look presentable.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Rest in Peace, Zachariah
June 10, 1994 - June 9, 2006
I love you, Buhbee.
Christmas 2004
Christmas 2005
I love you, Buhbee.
Christmas 2004
Christmas 2005
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
A Friday morning quickie
Shouldn't we all be so lucky...
::ahem::
The past several weeks in a nutshell - I hope to elaborate more soon.
The Man had surgery on his left eye - he's having contact lenses surgically implanted. It's cool seeing him without glasses. :-) The right eye is being done next month.
I'm finally sleeping through the night with the CPAP machine. It's been about 2 weeks now. Noticing small differences and it's all good. Will definitely discuss this more later.
My nephew J was run over by a garbage truck at work and we're all thanking God he's still alive. He's in tremendous pain though, and has been pretty down the past few days. Wish we could get out there to see him. When the accident happened I was ready to drop everything and head out, but everyone said to stay put. So, planned to head out over the weekend and my father said, "To do what? Stand around in the hospital the whole time? Stay home." So we figured we'd head out this weekend or next, only we found out that our LOSER NEIGHBORS got served a 30-day eviction notice on Saturday (WOO-FREAKIN'-HOO!!!!!!!!!), so aren't inclined to go away overnight until they're gone.
One of my parents cats, Zachariah, has been pretty sick with a tumor. Vets think it's cancerous. Hit me hard because Zack was my baby when I still lived at home. Early last week the vet gave him days. Mom started putting Holy Water in his food. As of this morning, he's been eating, has gained a little weight back, and this morning he caught a mouse! Our prayers have been either he go quickly and painlessly or is cured altogether. Either way, right now he's comfortable and happy, and that's what matters.
Have also become completely enamored with this man over the past couple of months:
He's Christopher Eccleston. I'm now working on a collection of his works. He's currently on Sci-Fi Friday nights at 9 as Doctor Who. And what a fine Doctor he is.
Okay, gotta go run through the raindrops and get my butt to work.
Have a good one!
::ahem::
The past several weeks in a nutshell - I hope to elaborate more soon.
The Man had surgery on his left eye - he's having contact lenses surgically implanted. It's cool seeing him without glasses. :-) The right eye is being done next month.
I'm finally sleeping through the night with the CPAP machine. It's been about 2 weeks now. Noticing small differences and it's all good. Will definitely discuss this more later.
My nephew J was run over by a garbage truck at work and we're all thanking God he's still alive. He's in tremendous pain though, and has been pretty down the past few days. Wish we could get out there to see him. When the accident happened I was ready to drop everything and head out, but everyone said to stay put. So, planned to head out over the weekend and my father said, "To do what? Stand around in the hospital the whole time? Stay home." So we figured we'd head out this weekend or next, only we found out that our LOSER NEIGHBORS got served a 30-day eviction notice on Saturday (WOO-FREAKIN'-HOO!!!!!!!!!), so aren't inclined to go away overnight until they're gone.
One of my parents cats, Zachariah, has been pretty sick with a tumor. Vets think it's cancerous. Hit me hard because Zack was my baby when I still lived at home. Early last week the vet gave him days. Mom started putting Holy Water in his food. As of this morning, he's been eating, has gained a little weight back, and this morning he caught a mouse! Our prayers have been either he go quickly and painlessly or is cured altogether. Either way, right now he's comfortable and happy, and that's what matters.
Have also become completely enamored with this man over the past couple of months:
He's Christopher Eccleston. I'm now working on a collection of his works. He's currently on Sci-Fi Friday nights at 9 as Doctor Who. And what a fine Doctor he is.
Okay, gotta go run through the raindrops and get my butt to work.
Have a good one!
Thursday, April 20, 2006
I smell s'mores!
Well holy crap. Zee mentioned on Sunday (wait, no, it was Saturday) that'd it'd been a while since I blogged and that I left her (and the only other person who reads this - hi Valerie!) hanging on the water heater issue. I'm so sorry! When I stop and try to remember the events of the past several weeks, almost everything is a blur. The only things that aren't a blur are last night's Red Sox game, the issue The Man and I had a couple of weeks ago (nope, not talking about it - it's done and over with), and going to watch some men's curling in Lowell.
Shiny keys moment - the windows are open and it smells like someone's made a little fire in their driveway to cook up some s'mores or something. It smells incredible. The fire, not the s'mores. I don't know that they're even cooking s'mores. Actually it might be one of the restaurants close to here that does a lot of wood fire cooking so maybe that's what I smell. Either way, it's a comforting smell and I'm totally enjoying it.
Where was I? Oh. Blurry weeks. Yeah. Well, long story short we had hot water again that Tuesday night. One of The Man's friends is a carpenter and came over to knock a hole in the bathroom wall so we could get to the heater. We had hot water not 15 minutes after the hole was made. The plumber (who bears a striking resemblance to my favorite chef, Alton Brown
) dropped by again that Wednesday morning, went over everything with a fine-toothed comb and said he didn't find anything else wrong with it. So, there's a wire in the plug cord thingie somewhere that's a little screwy, but at least we know now that's what it is and have access to the heater now.
Oh yeah, and head-up-his-ass contractor finally called that Wednesday night. We didn't answer the phone (God bless caller ID). Nor did we ever call him back.
Jerk-wad.
Tuesday night we got a couple of late night phone calls from some asshat with nothing better to do with his life. The first was at midnight and we even got a message, the second at 3:15 a.m. The first one startled me so much that I couldn't get back to sleep. When I finally did fall asleep, about a half hour later he called again, let the phone ring only twice this time and then hung up. So I called him back. Apparently he wasn't expecting to get a call back because he didn't answer his phone. Had I been thinking, I'd have grabbed my whistle and left a message that would've given him an internal ear piercing. Thankfully he hasn't called back. But if he does, I'm ready.
I can't remember what else I was going to write about tonight. Hmph.
Shiny keys moment - the windows are open and it smells like someone's made a little fire in their driveway to cook up some s'mores or something. It smells incredible. The fire, not the s'mores. I don't know that they're even cooking s'mores. Actually it might be one of the restaurants close to here that does a lot of wood fire cooking so maybe that's what I smell. Either way, it's a comforting smell and I'm totally enjoying it.
Where was I? Oh. Blurry weeks. Yeah. Well, long story short we had hot water again that Tuesday night. One of The Man's friends is a carpenter and came over to knock a hole in the bathroom wall so we could get to the heater. We had hot water not 15 minutes after the hole was made. The plumber (who bears a striking resemblance to my favorite chef, Alton Brown
) dropped by again that Wednesday morning, went over everything with a fine-toothed comb and said he didn't find anything else wrong with it. So, there's a wire in the plug cord thingie somewhere that's a little screwy, but at least we know now that's what it is and have access to the heater now.Oh yeah, and head-up-his-ass contractor finally called that Wednesday night. We didn't answer the phone (God bless caller ID). Nor did we ever call him back.
Jerk-wad.
Tuesday night we got a couple of late night phone calls from some asshat with nothing better to do with his life. The first was at midnight and we even got a message, the second at 3:15 a.m. The first one startled me so much that I couldn't get back to sleep. When I finally did fall asleep, about a half hour later he called again, let the phone ring only twice this time and then hung up. So I called him back. Apparently he wasn't expecting to get a call back because he didn't answer his phone. Had I been thinking, I'd have grabbed my whistle and left a message that would've given him an internal ear piercing. Thankfully he hasn't called back. But if he does, I'm ready.
I can't remember what else I was going to write about tonight. Hmph.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Surprise!
Oh what an exciting day it’s been! We woke up to no hot water this morning and no way to get to the hot water heater. The contractors who re-did our kitchen and bathroom a few years ago placed a new hot water heater in our kitchen in the corner, under the counter, and failed to provide a way for us to access it should any problems arise. Can you say, “D’OH!”? The Man has put in 4 phone calls (that I’m aware of) to them and we’ve still had no response. The plumber came and went because he’s not about to pull up our kitchen counter or cut a hole underneath our kitchen sink to get at it, and we certainly don’t blame him. But the plumber’s office called back a couple of times to see if the contractor’s returned our calls yet. If the contractor ever gets around to getting back to us he better a) get to our place no more than an hour after hanging up the phone and b) not charge us for the visit or the access he’s going to provide us to the heater.
Un-freakin-believable.
The Man ended up staying home from work today. He was pretty sick over the weekend anyway and still wasn’t feeling 100% this morning so between that and the water situation, he decided to stay home. If the water situation isn’t rectified by tomorrow, and head-up-his-ass-contractor calls tonight and hems and haws and says, “Oh I’ll be there tomorrow” I’m going to tell him he has to be there on my schedule. No exceptions. No excuses.
Dumbass.
What an adventure it was getting ready for work this morning. Took me back to the days of growing up when our well would decide to not give us any water (the ground was mostly shale around the house I grew up in). We’d have to trek up to the springs to stock up on water, heat it up when we needed to bathe and do dishes, and keep big buckets in the bathrooms so we could flush the toilets. Oh it was just a happy go-lucky time when that happened! I don’t miss those days – and neither do my parents! – and I’m not at all happy about re-living them now.
I’m so angry right now I feel like I could turn into The Hulk.
Grrr, baby! GRRR!
Un-freakin-believable.
The Man ended up staying home from work today. He was pretty sick over the weekend anyway and still wasn’t feeling 100% this morning so between that and the water situation, he decided to stay home. If the water situation isn’t rectified by tomorrow, and head-up-his-ass-contractor calls tonight and hems and haws and says, “Oh I’ll be there tomorrow” I’m going to tell him he has to be there on my schedule. No exceptions. No excuses.
Dumbass.
What an adventure it was getting ready for work this morning. Took me back to the days of growing up when our well would decide to not give us any water (the ground was mostly shale around the house I grew up in). We’d have to trek up to the springs to stock up on water, heat it up when we needed to bathe and do dishes, and keep big buckets in the bathrooms so we could flush the toilets. Oh it was just a happy go-lucky time when that happened! I don’t miss those days – and neither do my parents! – and I’m not at all happy about re-living them now.
I’m so angry right now I feel like I could turn into The Hulk.
Grrr, baby! GRRR!
Sunday, March 26, 2006
It's Sunday
Seems as though everything and nothing has been going on. Still pretty busy at work. Last week I finally had a chance to go over all the stuff I've been putting on the back burner and kinda freaked out when I saw how far behind and disorganized I'd become on a few things. I hate that. When someone comes to me and asks about something - where it is or what the status is - I feel like a failure if I don't have an immediate answer, or procure one within two minutes.
I'm a Virgo, and though I don't really believe in the horoscope stuff, I do have to say the characteristics of a Virgo are pretty right on for me.
Which reminds me, my acid reflux is kicking in again. It's been pretty quiet for the past year and a half, thankfully. Called the doctor on Friday to see if she'd phone in some Protonix for me but it hasn't been done yet. Shocking! Meanwhile my stomach will just sit here and rot. That's okay. I don't really need it anyway.
Last weekend The Man and I met up with a friend I've made on a curling forum and took a curling lesson! We had a blast! Curling is something you definitely need to be in shape to do, so it's another kick in the butt to keep me going to the gym on a regular basis because curling is something I want to continue doing.
Next weekend we're going to the World Men's Curling Championship in Lowell. Crossing my fingers we get to meet the U.S. Men - you know, the ones who won the bronze at the Olympics. That has me completely stoked!
Babs is doing well for the most part. She's been off the blood pressure med for 2 weeks now. This past Friday night I was a little concerned as she was breathing faster than normal, but it wasn't labored breathing. Kept our eyes on her and she was back to normal yesterday. I'm going to call the vet tomorrow and see what they have to say about it. She's still acting like her normal, crazy self so I know she feels okay.
Sorry this isn't a very compelling entry. Then again, not many of my entries are! Ha!
I'm wanting some french toast, so I'm off to make breakfast. Have a lovely day! :-)
I'm a Virgo, and though I don't really believe in the horoscope stuff, I do have to say the characteristics of a Virgo are pretty right on for me.
Which reminds me, my acid reflux is kicking in again. It's been pretty quiet for the past year and a half, thankfully. Called the doctor on Friday to see if she'd phone in some Protonix for me but it hasn't been done yet. Shocking! Meanwhile my stomach will just sit here and rot. That's okay. I don't really need it anyway.
Last weekend The Man and I met up with a friend I've made on a curling forum and took a curling lesson! We had a blast! Curling is something you definitely need to be in shape to do, so it's another kick in the butt to keep me going to the gym on a regular basis because curling is something I want to continue doing.
Next weekend we're going to the World Men's Curling Championship in Lowell. Crossing my fingers we get to meet the U.S. Men - you know, the ones who won the bronze at the Olympics. That has me completely stoked!
Babs is doing well for the most part. She's been off the blood pressure med for 2 weeks now. This past Friday night I was a little concerned as she was breathing faster than normal, but it wasn't labored breathing. Kept our eyes on her and she was back to normal yesterday. I'm going to call the vet tomorrow and see what they have to say about it. She's still acting like her normal, crazy self so I know she feels okay.
Sorry this isn't a very compelling entry. Then again, not many of my entries are! Ha!
I'm wanting some french toast, so I'm off to make breakfast. Have a lovely day! :-)
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Dumpster fire
We had a dumpster fire last night. Heard some mighty big vehicles pull up outside of our building last night so of course I peeked through the blinds to see what was up. Two fire trucks had arrived and they were putting on full gear. I got a little freaked, hollered to The Man and he said he already had the scanner on. I saw The Dude from downstairs (the one who took our door mat) standing outside watching them and The Man decided to go out and have a look himself. The Dude told The Man that there were some punk ass kids hanging around earlier (we were in and out all day yesterday so didn't see any of this going on), smoking, going under cars, just generally being stupid, punk ass kids, and that he figured one or more of them must have tossed a cigarette or two in there. I hope whoever set it off is found and has their ass whooped. And their parents, too.
Thank God it was only the dumpster that caught fire.
Some good news - Miss Babs no longer has to take Enalapril!! We took her to the vet in Boston yesterday for her echocardiogram. She still has a little thickening around her heart, but the cardiologist told us that the amount she saw was typical for a kitty of her weight (16.5 lbs.). She told us it would be safe to take her off the Enalapril, and wants us to bring her back in 6 months for a follow-up, just to be safe. YAY! No more medication for Babs! Every night, The Man would get home, change, grab the bottle of pills and give one to her. And every night she'd sit in her bed, squinting at him, waiting for it with a "Screw you!" look on her face. Now she can just be happy he's home and hop into his lap as soon as he sits down.
Being the paranoid cat mom that I am, asked the cardiologist if it was safe to take her off of this stuff cold turkey. She said absolutely and if anything were to happen to her, it wouldn't be immediate, which is why she wants to see her in 6 months. So, I'm not so paranoid anymore. :-)
Thank God it was only the dumpster that caught fire.
Some good news - Miss Babs no longer has to take Enalapril!! We took her to the vet in Boston yesterday for her echocardiogram. She still has a little thickening around her heart, but the cardiologist told us that the amount she saw was typical for a kitty of her weight (16.5 lbs.). She told us it would be safe to take her off the Enalapril, and wants us to bring her back in 6 months for a follow-up, just to be safe. YAY! No more medication for Babs! Every night, The Man would get home, change, grab the bottle of pills and give one to her. And every night she'd sit in her bed, squinting at him, waiting for it with a "Screw you!" look on her face. Now she can just be happy he's home and hop into his lap as soon as he sits down.
Being the paranoid cat mom that I am, asked the cardiologist if it was safe to take her off of this stuff cold turkey. She said absolutely and if anything were to happen to her, it wouldn't be immediate, which is why she wants to see her in 6 months. So, I'm not so paranoid anymore. :-)
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Just do it
Did you hear that blood-curdling scream around 5:30 this morning, EST? Yeah... that was me. Sorry about that. I stepped on the scale for the first time in 4 months and have gained almost 10 pounds since the day I had the fibroid removed. I'm not a small girl to begin with. This extra 10 pounds is most unwanted. It does tie in with my sleep apnea, but I have to be able to control what I put in my mouth, too. I'm not going to blame my entire weight problem on my sleeping disorder.
Speaking of which, I went a few nights without using the machine. It just seemed pointless to be using it for only an hour a night. Well, yesterday I noticed that all my little aches and pains were coming back. They were clearing up so slowly I hardly even noticed. So I decided okay, maybe an hour a night actually is accomplishing something and decided to start using it again. As I was plugging the machine in next to the bed last night, the man exlaimed, "Yay! The machine!" I just looked at him and said, "What do you mean 'yay machine'?!" And he said, "Cranky pants." I asked, "Have I been crankier than usual since I stopped using it?" And he said, "Yup". So I'm thinking to myself, "Why the hell didn't you say something?" and then realized this is the man who barely says boo to me while I'm PMS-ing because he knows better, so I didn't make an issue out of it.
But now what to do about finding a food/weight loss plan and sticking to it? I've been on Weight Watchers a gazillion times. Sure it works, until my will power runs out. I've tried L.A. Weight Loss, but much of the food they wanted me to eat was soy based so I quit, plus the staff at the particular location I went to just sucked. I've tried low-carb, no-carb, no sugar. You name it, I've probably tried it. And here I am, still carrying around all this unwanted extra weight. Saying "Just do it" to someone like me will likely get you a punch in the face. And that leads me back to that freakin' CPAP machine. The more I thought about it, the more I noticed as I was using it that my view on exercise was changing. So if I keep using it, hopefully it'll keep changing, as will my view towards food. Guess I just need to give it a little more time.
So here goes.
Speaking of which, I went a few nights without using the machine. It just seemed pointless to be using it for only an hour a night. Well, yesterday I noticed that all my little aches and pains were coming back. They were clearing up so slowly I hardly even noticed. So I decided okay, maybe an hour a night actually is accomplishing something and decided to start using it again. As I was plugging the machine in next to the bed last night, the man exlaimed, "Yay! The machine!" I just looked at him and said, "What do you mean 'yay machine'?!" And he said, "Cranky pants." I asked, "Have I been crankier than usual since I stopped using it?" And he said, "Yup". So I'm thinking to myself, "Why the hell didn't you say something?" and then realized this is the man who barely says boo to me while I'm PMS-ing because he knows better, so I didn't make an issue out of it.
But now what to do about finding a food/weight loss plan and sticking to it? I've been on Weight Watchers a gazillion times. Sure it works, until my will power runs out. I've tried L.A. Weight Loss, but much of the food they wanted me to eat was soy based so I quit, plus the staff at the particular location I went to just sucked. I've tried low-carb, no-carb, no sugar. You name it, I've probably tried it. And here I am, still carrying around all this unwanted extra weight. Saying "Just do it" to someone like me will likely get you a punch in the face. And that leads me back to that freakin' CPAP machine. The more I thought about it, the more I noticed as I was using it that my view on exercise was changing. So if I keep using it, hopefully it'll keep changing, as will my view towards food. Guess I just need to give it a little more time.
So here goes.
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