Saturday, December 30, 2006

pollen anyone?

Every night when I sit down to read fecals, I'm amazed at how much pollen is passed through various animal systems in poop. I wonder if I can get a list of common north Texas pollens and their pictures from my allergist? I know what pine tree pollen looks like, but there are at least 3 more that I see all the time. I know, curiosity killed the cat and all. Thank goodness I'm not a cat.

That's your random poop update for the day. Now I'm off to breakfast.
"Pouring syrup on the pancaaaaaaakes!"

Friday, December 29, 2006


So, here I am at work. Waiting until it is time for me to actually clock in. Bored. So I thought I'd share a few things with you to kill time.

#1. It may just be me, but a funny thing happened this morning here at work. I was setting up my "spreadsheet" (for lack of a better word) of my poop samples when I dropped a couple of samples on the floor. Yes, they were in containers. No, it didn't make a mess. Anyway, the funny thing was that when they hit the floor, I muttered "shit" under my breath. Well, yes, that's what I was working with. I kinda cracked myself up a little with that one. It could've just been the fact that I worked 10.5 hours with next to no break that made me a little punchy though.

#2. How freaking fantastic is the weather that North Texas is having right now? Dang, all that rain and lightening and thunder! Great sleeping weather. I didn't even have to use my brand new eye shades today. (and, no, I did not take that blasted sleepy-time supplement this morning since I was late in getting home and to bed)

#3. Why do I have so much trouble believing in myself? The boy didn't call me for a few days, and I totally panicked. He finally sent me a text saying that he was sick, had a fever, and had no voice. Did I let that keep me from worrying that he was finished with me? Heck no! I can twist anything normal situation around into something terrible. Ahh, the joys of being a hormonal woman.

#4. Iced tea is just about the greatest thing under the sun. God, I love me some Sonic with the Route 44 sized tea. Unsweetened, of course. And none of that fruity crap either. Just good old basic black tea. Well, whatever my friend Kim makes is freaking awesome, too. Some crazy blend she makes herself with a little Earl Grey in it. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!


Good Lord. I'm soooooooooooo sleepy. It's 1:39am, and I'm at work. I had trouble sleeping amen I got home today, so finally about pm, I took the herbal supplement thing with melatonin in it. Lesson learned: do not take said supplement later than, oh, say 9-10am. I was okay until I sat at the microscope. I can't get 4 samples read without nodding off. As I type this, I am waiting for the coffee maker up here at work to finish the pot I'm brewing. Mmmmm, coffee! I'm really glad we've got the Coffee Mate singles in amaretto since the coffee itself is just ordinary. Maybe I'll bring up one of the six bags of Starschmucks coffee I got for Christmas. That would rock! Ooh, it just beeped. Lemme go check it... ... ...

Oh heavenly caffeinated beverage with that scrumptious aroma. How I do love thee!

Thursday, December 28, 2006

what do you think of me?

Go here and tell me:

Biaxin can suck it!

For those of you unfamiliar with Biaxin, let me fill you in. It is an antibiotic that is usually prescribed in 500mg tablets that are taken twice daily. There are "regular" and "long acting" varieties. When you take it, it leaves this funky metallic banana taste in your mouth. I can't begin to tell you how much Listerine and mint dental floss I've used this past week. Another side effect is "gastrointestinal distress." Yes, you should take the medicine with food, and I HIGHLY recommend eating a lot of yogurt while on your Biaxin regimen. I've noticed that I deserve a new nickname since taking this (expletive deleted) antibiotic: Gassious Clay. If I were a super hero, my name would be Flatulence Girl. It's poot-er-ific! Ya, I'm not bragging. It just seems like the only thing I can do is laugh for the next day until it's all gone (I take my last dosage today). Thank goodness I haven't spent too much time with the boy. How embarrassing would that be?

Okay, I'm done now. Too bad I can't fill my car's gas tank with this stuff.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

the day after...

Ugh. Too much wonderful food. Too many wonderful gifts. Not enough sleep. Not really something to complain about, really. I didn't get the MP3 player I wanted, but I got a rice cooker. Yes, I'm so bloody excited about the rice cooker, I can hardly stand it. Guess it doesn't take much to make me happy!

There was one blemish on the holiday though. I never got to see the boy. He was supposed to have christmas lunch/dinner (whatever you want to call a mid-afternoon holiday meal) with me and Mother. I hadn't heard from him so I called at 1:30pm. He was still with his son, and he didn't think he should leave him. See, the kid's still having a hard time with the boy's divorce. Tough! Get over it! I don't really mean that. I'm being totally selfish. I told him that was fine, to give me a call later in the night, and maybe I'd come by. He didn't call until today. I was a poophead and didn't answer the call, but he didn't leave a message. I know that I'm second in this relationship circle, but all I wanted was a phone call. If I hadn't called him yesterday afternoon, would he have just not shown up at my place? As it was, it was only 1.5 hours notice of his not coming. Am I asking too much? Grrr. And I still have something else to give him. I wonder if he got me anything at all yet.

Post-holiday blahs. Too much hype, too much singing on Christmas Eve to enjoy the holiday, and not enough time with the ones I love. I'll invite you all to my pity party! =)

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

motion sickness anyone?

Did you know that if you read microscope slides too quickly, you can get motion sickness. Gawd, I soooooo wanted to hurl this morning after finishing my fecals. (haha, that sounds funny) I was in a hurry because today is the boy's birthday, and I wanted to see him before he went to work. He told me last night that he didn't have to be there until about 10am. I clocked out at 8:30 (only 9.25 hours last night--and yes, I punch a time clock), flew out of the parking lot, and stopped at the 7 Eleven. I wanted to get his morning coffee for him, and I also picked up a couple doughnuts and a Coke for him. Everything a birthday boy needs, right? Anyway, I got to his place about 8:45, and I was sorely disappointed when I saw that his car wasn't there. I almost cried a little. Ya know, that little hiccuppy-gulp thing when your eyes get all watery, but no tears actually fall and you get a catch in your breath? Since my cell phone fell out of my purse somewhere yesterday (luckily at home--found it when I got home from work), I didn't have his phone number to call him. I went into the apartment leasing office and had them call his cell phone for me (they wouldn't give me the number--I guess that's safe). I had to leave a message. Pooh!!! Anywho, when I got home, he'd left me a message telling me he had to go in early after all.

So, long story short, I drank the coffee I got for him. Now I'm awake. Blech! OMG, is it really 11:37? I hope I don't have another mini-breakdown at choir tonight. Must get sleep.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006


No, it's not the score to my most recent Cosmo test. I actually can't remember the last time I took one anyway. That is the number of hours I slept between Sunday and Monday. Dang! I got home after dinner (after Lessons and Carols) and was in bed at 10:30pm. I didn't get out of bed until 6pm today. Holy crap! That's a long time in bed. I think I needed it though. For the few in my preense Sunday monrning at church, I had to apologize for my behavior. Between rehearsal and the service, I started crying and just couldn't stop. It wasn't really over anything in particular. I think it was just from being so farking tired. I even left in the middle of the service. Kudos to the H-bomb for keeping me sane on the drive home. I got just about 2 hours of a nap before I had to be back at church. What a day!

Okay, maybe I can update more later, but I've got to get back to the wonderful world of pet urine!

Friday, December 15, 2006


I need some.

It's a little after 1am. I've got at least 6 hours left to go at work. I'm soooooooooooo tired!!! I'm actually taking little mini naps at the microscope unintentionally. If anyone wakes up in the middle of the night and reads this, feel free to give me a call. The cell phone is in my pocket. I'd consider it a wake up call.

Until then, I'll just eat my organic toaster pastry and hope the sugar kicks me in the ass.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

slinging the bling

Oh my good Lord. I just saw the fugliest car yet! Worse than the hot pink Caddy. This was a neonesque burnt orange Cadillac. Not only did it have the fake tire thingy on the top of the trunk, it had a second fake tire thingy on the back edge of the car. Then there were the rims. I think they could've lit a small country with all that shiny-ness. Ugh! I couldn't quite see what was on the flat panel display in the back seat, but the picture in picture was quite clear. Needless to say, the homie driving had his seat so far reclined I could barely see his head. What I did see had a cell phone jammed into his ear though. Typical. One of these days I'm gonna have to pimp out Max to look something like that.

Oh, and boo to the Stars for getting reamed by the Rangers. Boo! (I still love you though, guys.)

what a couple of days

There's nothing like becoming acquainted with your work facility's bathroom floor. No, I didn't fall or anything typically me like that. Nope. It was all thanks to either bad food or super sucky cramps. I was happily working with dog urine one minute and in a cold sweat wanting to hurl the next. I'm glad I work in a medical facility where everything is clean, and the people are even cleaner. Otherwise, I don't think I would've been comfortable worshipping the porcelain god.

And speaking of bathroom things.... When I was getting ready to come over to mother's for laundry day, I walked into my bedroom to get the new flannel sheets. Thomas looked all guilty (like normal, I guess) and I got a whiff of something smelly. I looked at him and asked him if he went poopy in my bedroom. What? Don't you talk to your cats? Anyway, when he didn't answer me, I noticed that there was a smudgy trail from when I'd gone to take out the trash. Yes, obviously I walked through something and tracked it into my house. Beautiful. Stupid neighborhood cats. At least it wasn't one of my cats defiling my sacred space.

And in regards to the prior post, all is well with me and the boy. He's got stuff to go through and work out and all that mess, but he and I are fine. I do love him like mad. =)

Tuesday, December 12, 2006


For those of you still unaware, the new boy I've been dating is recently divorced. How recently, you ask? As in it was officially final today (Monday). The only real experience I've had with divorce is when my parents divorced (10 years ago) and when friends of mine have gone through it. I guess it is to be expected that he is having a terribly hard time with it. He keeps talking about how he's a failure at love and marraige. This isn't constant, mind you. His emotions have been a veritable roller coaster of late. I repeat, I guess it's to be expected. Unfortunately, I'm at a complete loss as to how to act. No matter what I do or say, it seems to be the wrong thing. If I give him space, he gets needy. If I try to comfort him, he gets distant. How can I do the right thing? Given time, I'm sure it will all work out, but it is really hard to be patient. I've never been one to sit around and watch people I care about suffer--I want to help in any way possible. It's when I can't help that I feel like a failure. Was this relationship doomed from the start with its proximity to the separation/divorce? He said that I wasn't the "rebound girl," that in fact there had been a few of those. Nevertheless, I am the first person with whom he chose to enter into a relationship. Too make matters worse, it is easy to see myself growing old with this guy. How do we get past the tough times together...?

Any advice or words of wisdom? Keep in mind, I can't always be strong enough for the both of us. In fact, sometimes it's hard to be strong enough for just myself.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Saturday night's alright...

...except for a killer headache. Okay, maybe not a killer. That was a few weeks ago. I'm at work killing time waiting for an elisa (see for more info). I hate waiting! I do have one more slide to read, but I figure I've got an hour or so left to take care of it.

I felt guilty. I just read the slide. Of course it was negative. Just like everything else tonight. Arrgh! If I'm gonna spend hours working with poop, I wanna see some parasites darnit! I did find some giardia cysts in one sample, but only one positive out of 26 samples? That means that people in this state are actually doing a good job of using preventitive measures to keep their pets healthy (Heartguard, Revolution, and the like--I recommend you use them if you have pets). Anywho...

Ah, 30 more minutes until I can leave. I guess I should see if I can help out the other people. They tend to help me when I am overworked. Of course all I want to do is go home and take some serious advil-like pain drug. I should have never had that venti peppermint mocha. Stupid head. Enough with the uber boring post. I promise to be more on the ball next time.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

I am cursed

I have this terrible affinity for finding places that are noisy.

I got home from work this morning (after a little Chirstmas shopping at Target--oooh, love me some Target) at 9:30am. I got all comfy in my sleepy clothes, brushed, flossed, etc, and got in bed. Thomas was all snuggly and curled up under my right arm under the covers with me. Just as his purring was lulling me into a calm and beautiful sleep, the buzz saw hastily brought me back to the rudeness of daylight. I know I've mentioned before that my neighbor (on the side right outside my bedroom window) is adding onto her house. Needless to say, the contractors feel the need to work during the daylight hours. Blast them! I think the world should switch to a graveyard shift to accomodate me.

Anyway, at about 1pm, I gave up and called Mother. "Please can I sleep at your house?" "Of course, darling!" So I put on clothes of a sort and make the mile and a half trek to my mother's place. Who is here when I get her but her once-every-two-weeks housekeeper. Ugh! The television all blaring and vacuuming noises with spanish being spoken loudly into a cell phone disturbing my sanctity.

I give up. No wonder I can't seem to shake this allergy/cold/snotty mess that is in my head. Sleep is needed to revive the immune system. Not to mention the fact that I haven't seen the bf in over a week. He's probably given up on me by now. I miss him. A lot.

Friday, December 01, 2006

per your request

blog blog blog

There I blogged.

Hahaha! Now I have to go to work at 2:30 in the afternoon. Why do you ask? Well, they closed the lab last night, and there is too much poop for one person to handle. I gotta go clean up the shit. I'll be elbow deep in poo when I should be happily asleep. Grrr. What a phone call to get in the middle of a massage. "Hey, we really need you at work; and yes, you'll have to come back for the night shift, too." Ilovemyjobilovemyjobilovemyjob.... (repeat until belief) Completely ruined the benefits of the massage. Now I'm all tense again. DRAT!