Even though he's only been gone a little less than 4 years, I really miss the man and his iconic show. Even as an adult he could make you see that there was still good in the world.
Unlike now. Molasses Man gave his 2 weeks notice today. I told him I was going to chain him to the microscope and, if that didn't work, I was going to have to kill him (metaphorically speaking people). He just laughed. He doesn't give a rat's hind end. He's moving back to sunny California (unless he's going to snowy Malibu) with his girlfriend to teach at a junior college. No wonder he's been so happy lately knowing he was going to leave me in the lurch.
I wonder if that is why my dreams have been so effed up lately--all about death, dying, the apocolypse, crumbling teeth, and snakes. The crumbling teeth thing is a recurring theme. When I wake up I have to feel my teeth to make sure they are really still there. Creepy! I'm sure that is also part of the reason I've not been well rested lately. Stupid dreams.
One more random thing of note: turkey is not a good substitute for chicken in stir fries. I made something last night (the night before?) with turkey since I had some in the fridge. It was okay, but I highly recommend springing for shrimp or something other than turkey. Much too strong of a flavor. It was kinda like Thanksgiving Stir Fry. Weird.
So, if anyone wants to try and make me as happy as Mr. Rogers could, I'll take all the cheeriness I can get! I wonder if there are reruns at a time graveyard-shifters could watch it? At this rate, I'll never make day shift.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
*snork*
I think Heather's cure for the common cold gave me one. My throat is all ouchy, I'm all sinus drainy, and I wanna stay in bed for the next 4 days. I love me some Stars hockey games in person, but DAMN! can't they keep it a touch warmer in that stupid AAC?
Ahhh, but it was a sweet game.
On a completely different front, I got chewed out by the boy this morning. Turns out someone doesn't like things left on the windshield of his car. Hells bells, man! How was I supposed to know? Granted, with his line of work, he's got a small reason to be paranoid of stuff like that. I mean, he has been followed into his parking lot at work by a guy with a gun. Needless to say, I will never be doing that again. Guess I need to get his official mailing address. See, when I was listening to the sermon for the 2nd time Sunday morning, I decided to write him a little note. Nothing errant or "unchurchy" in it either. I will not defile the sacred space (another foamy-ism). How else was I supposed to get the letter to him? All is well though. He called me later to apologize for getting a little ranty (not his word). I slept quite well after that!
Ahhh, but it was a sweet game.
On a completely different front, I got chewed out by the boy this morning. Turns out someone doesn't like things left on the windshield of his car. Hells bells, man! How was I supposed to know? Granted, with his line of work, he's got a small reason to be paranoid of stuff like that. I mean, he has been followed into his parking lot at work by a guy with a gun. Needless to say, I will never be doing that again. Guess I need to get his official mailing address. See, when I was listening to the sermon for the 2nd time Sunday morning, I decided to write him a little note. Nothing errant or "unchurchy" in it either. I will not defile the sacred space (another foamy-ism). How else was I supposed to get the letter to him? All is well though. He called me later to apologize for getting a little ranty (not his word). I slept quite well after that!
drat and damnation
New slow as molasses guy is going to quit. There goes my ever getting out of work at a decent time again. Doesn't he realize that I need him to be here, no matter how slowly he works, so I only have one job to do? C'mon, they just started trying to train me on one more thing tonight! I'm not that good/dedicated of a worker! Well, actually I am. Drat. Why do I feel the need to constantly over-achieve and accomplish more than they expect me to? Oh ya, because I'm a 6 (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Numerology for the stupid reason). I didn't plan it that way; I wish I could've been a 3. Anywho, I'm tired, and I think it shows. Gotta go see if my retic is ready.
And thanks to the H-bomb for an AWESOME afternoon!
And thanks to the H-bomb for an AWESOME afternoon!
my Charlie Chaplin moment
With the nasty cold as Dante's hell weather came the wind. The wind has never really caused me much trouble before (except when I still had Zeppo) until yesterday. After church and lunch, KC and I went to the grocery store to help her kill time and because I needed kosher salt. Well, on our way out of the building (without my salt, dagnabit!), the wind caught my cute little black velvet hat I got in the Land of Eng. I had to chase that puppy through the parking lot for about 2 rows. What made it hilarious was that everytime I got close to catching it, the wind would pick up again and carry it a little farther away from me. There was one man walking though the lot while this was happening, and he and KC couldn't quit laughing. A true gentleman would've helped me stop the windnapped hat. It was so cold that once I caught it, I had to put it back on. Eeeew! Now it was all wet and cold. Damn and blast! I think KC will remember that for some time to come.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
bored at work--electric debacle
Due to the "inclement" weather in Northern Texas, we are waiting waiting waiting for our shipment from Houston and Austin. They are being driven rather than flown up here. Gah! Houston is still at least an hour away, and who knows where Austin is. Luckily for you, I have time to blog away!
When I left work at 8:30 this morning, I was looking forward to going home to a nice warm bed and getting some desperately needed sleep. Hah on that one. When I got to my house, it seemed a tad chilly. I went straight to the utility room to feed the boys, and when I flipped the light switch nothing happened. Cripes, the power was flickering yesterday, and today is was just plain out. I looked at the temperature thingy I've got by the door, and it was 53 degrees in my house. I like it chilly, but that was a bit much. I then realized that the entire house was not without power. The hallway, bathroom, and tv room had power. Unfortunately, none of those circuits controlled the heater, the water heater, or anything involved with heat. I found my step ladder, crawled in the closet and started futzing with the breakers in the fuse box, but it didn't look like any of them had been tripped. Arrgh! I was getting really cold. I did what any warmish blooded American woman would do--I called my father. I explained the situation, went breaker by breaker through the fuse box with him, went outside (in the cold, cold rain) to look at the meter, and finally he decided I had "dropped a phase." Huh? Then he preceded to give me a mini physics lecture on alternating current. While, surprisingly, it made sense, it wasn't solving my problem. That's when I decided I had to call the power company.
Did you know that Green Mountain Energy does not have anyone you can speak with on the weekends? Ya, I found that out today--Saturday. Luckily, after a lot of looking, I found the number to call for emergency power outages. Of course it sent me to TXU. Anywho, when I got the woman on the phone, my power immediately came back on. It was a miracle! I explained my problem, told her about the dropped phase (which she completely understood), and she said they'd send someone out at some point. About 2 minutes after we got off the phone, the power died again. Arrgh!!! I called back, got someone different, and said I wanted her to magically fix it like the previous woman had. We both laughed at that one. She said that someone would be out by 11:30am to look at my problem. At that point, I bundled up in wool socks, slippers, an extra sweat shirt, and my comforter on the front sofa and tried to sleep. Ya, that didn't happen.
The TXU man actually got to my place about 10:15--way ahead of schedule. God bless TXU. He wandered around for a bit and found the problem. Out at the meter, some of the "ancient wirings" (his words) were shot. The insulation was gone, the wires were dry-rotted, and the rain hitting the wires was causing a short. Also, if you looked at it from the just-right angle, you could see smoke coming from the bad wires. Eek! There were even some scorch marks on the house. Guess I'm lucky the place didn't go up in flames at some point previously. He was able to make a temporary fix so I can have power until we have an electrician come out and repair the whole shebang. I repeat, God bless TXU!
At this point, I was able to go to bed and get a whopping 3 hours sleep before I had to get back up to go to a family gathering and then work. Just please don't let me get iced in up here.
When I left work at 8:30 this morning, I was looking forward to going home to a nice warm bed and getting some desperately needed sleep. Hah on that one. When I got to my house, it seemed a tad chilly. I went straight to the utility room to feed the boys, and when I flipped the light switch nothing happened. Cripes, the power was flickering yesterday, and today is was just plain out. I looked at the temperature thingy I've got by the door, and it was 53 degrees in my house. I like it chilly, but that was a bit much. I then realized that the entire house was not without power. The hallway, bathroom, and tv room had power. Unfortunately, none of those circuits controlled the heater, the water heater, or anything involved with heat. I found my step ladder, crawled in the closet and started futzing with the breakers in the fuse box, but it didn't look like any of them had been tripped. Arrgh! I was getting really cold. I did what any warmish blooded American woman would do--I called my father. I explained the situation, went breaker by breaker through the fuse box with him, went outside (in the cold, cold rain) to look at the meter, and finally he decided I had "dropped a phase." Huh? Then he preceded to give me a mini physics lecture on alternating current. While, surprisingly, it made sense, it wasn't solving my problem. That's when I decided I had to call the power company.
Did you know that Green Mountain Energy does not have anyone you can speak with on the weekends? Ya, I found that out today--Saturday. Luckily, after a lot of looking, I found the number to call for emergency power outages. Of course it sent me to TXU. Anywho, when I got the woman on the phone, my power immediately came back on. It was a miracle! I explained my problem, told her about the dropped phase (which she completely understood), and she said they'd send someone out at some point. About 2 minutes after we got off the phone, the power died again. Arrgh!!! I called back, got someone different, and said I wanted her to magically fix it like the previous woman had. We both laughed at that one. She said that someone would be out by 11:30am to look at my problem. At that point, I bundled up in wool socks, slippers, an extra sweat shirt, and my comforter on the front sofa and tried to sleep. Ya, that didn't happen.
The TXU man actually got to my place about 10:15--way ahead of schedule. God bless TXU. He wandered around for a bit and found the problem. Out at the meter, some of the "ancient wirings" (his words) were shot. The insulation was gone, the wires were dry-rotted, and the rain hitting the wires was causing a short. Also, if you looked at it from the just-right angle, you could see smoke coming from the bad wires. Eek! There were even some scorch marks on the house. Guess I'm lucky the place didn't go up in flames at some point previously. He was able to make a temporary fix so I can have power until we have an electrician come out and repair the whole shebang. I repeat, God bless TXU!
At this point, I was able to go to bed and get a whopping 3 hours sleep before I had to get back up to go to a family gathering and then work. Just please don't let me get iced in up here.
the almost perfect date
It's sad, really, when you have to plan a date with your sweetie way in advance just so you can spend time with each other. That's what we did this past Thursday night, and it was almost perfect.
We started off by going to a Stars game. Unfortunately, the Stars didn't show up so we watched the Mighty Ducks play what was obviously some local high school hockey club team. There were a couple of good fights, but the refs seemed to be against the "Stars" in every penalty call. Oh well. As he said, it's not whether the Stars win but the fact that we're together. What a sweetie! There was also talk of whether of not we could catch a puck where we were sitting. I said yes, he said not on your life (we were in the nosebleed section but on the front row). One can only hope, right? Anyway, he went off to get a drink and missed the high school team's only goal and a fantastic boarding by one of the "Stars" to a Duck. Copious amounts of blood and everything! I was starting to get worried that maybe he'd left me there because he was so bored, but he finally returned. He'd gotten a drink for me (the correct choice without even asking, too). After he sat down, I heard this "Wait, what's that?" as I saw something fly though the air. All of a sudden there was a puck at my feet. What the poo? They weren't even playing. The boy bought a puck while he was away and tossed it toward me so I could catch a puck in my nosebleed seat. Is there anything sweeter??? When the debacle of a game finally ended (1-5), we left and went back to his place to watch a movie. I love that I'm in love with a guy who likes animated movies! We watched Madagascar, and he had to endure me telling him the differences between all the different lemurs and little obnoxious facts about them. "The one on the left is a ruffed lemur; that little cute one is a bush baby; did you know that lemur societies are matriarchal?" Poor guy.
The only way the date would've been perfect is if the Stars had come to the game and beaten the Mighty Ducks. I mean, c'mon, how threatening can a team with a name like "Mighty Ducks" really be? None of the scary creatures from horror movies are ever webbed footed avian creatures. Bah!
We started off by going to a Stars game. Unfortunately, the Stars didn't show up so we watched the Mighty Ducks play what was obviously some local high school hockey club team. There were a couple of good fights, but the refs seemed to be against the "Stars" in every penalty call. Oh well. As he said, it's not whether the Stars win but the fact that we're together. What a sweetie! There was also talk of whether of not we could catch a puck where we were sitting. I said yes, he said not on your life (we were in the nosebleed section but on the front row). One can only hope, right? Anyway, he went off to get a drink and missed the high school team's only goal and a fantastic boarding by one of the "Stars" to a Duck. Copious amounts of blood and everything! I was starting to get worried that maybe he'd left me there because he was so bored, but he finally returned. He'd gotten a drink for me (the correct choice without even asking, too). After he sat down, I heard this "Wait, what's that?" as I saw something fly though the air. All of a sudden there was a puck at my feet. What the poo? They weren't even playing. The boy bought a puck while he was away and tossed it toward me so I could catch a puck in my nosebleed seat. Is there anything sweeter??? When the debacle of a game finally ended (1-5), we left and went back to his place to watch a movie. I love that I'm in love with a guy who likes animated movies! We watched Madagascar, and he had to endure me telling him the differences between all the different lemurs and little obnoxious facts about them. "The one on the left is a ruffed lemur; that little cute one is a bush baby; did you know that lemur societies are matriarchal?" Poor guy.
The only way the date would've been perfect is if the Stars had come to the game and beaten the Mighty Ducks. I mean, c'mon, how threatening can a team with a name like "Mighty Ducks" really be? None of the scary creatures from horror movies are ever webbed footed avian creatures. Bah!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
scariness
When I was driving to work last night, there was this crazy, obviously lit, person driving in front of me. I debated calling 911 since they were weaving all over the 3 lanes of the highway. Once they almost took out the median, and once they almost smashing into a toll booth. Is it really considered an emergency when someone is driving erratically? Should I have called 911? I have to admit, I spent most of the 4 minutes I was close to this other car as safely far away as possible without stopping in the middle of the road. I wish I could explain how scary it was. Made me think of those times you hear on the news about people on the side of the road fixing a tire or whatnot getting taken out by some lunatic.
Gah! I think the weather or time of year is getting to me. I feel like a Garbage song: "I Think I'm Paranoid." At least it's a good song.
Gah! I think the weather or time of year is getting to me. I feel like a Garbage song: "I Think I'm Paranoid." At least it's a good song.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
catch up time
Good Lord, there are so many things I've wanted to type the past few days, but I haven't had time to sit in front of the computer for longer than 3 minutes in a spell. I'll try to keep it all to a minimum.
Crazy Cat Lady
I love my Cornelius! The other night when I got home from the post Bible study pub crawl, he was so happy to have me home. He just had to be next to me touching me in sort fashion--usually sitting on my leg. Anywho, when I finally gave up the ghost and turned out all the lights for bed (I stayed up til 2:30; I was proud I stayed up that long on a night off), he left me all alone. For a cat who couldn't stand to be awat from me for 2 seconds earlier in the night, it didn't make sense. Lo and behold, about 2 minutes later, the boy jumped back up on the bed. From the foot of the bed he walked all the way up my side til he was standing on the side of my rib cage. I was about to protest when I felt a soft thud on my shoulder. My sweet kitten brought me Duckie! (Duckie is his favorite toy that has been resewn and repaired so many times there is no longer anything left to mend.) C'mon! How bloody cute is that?!?
Crazy Biologist Girl
Yes, I almost wrecked my car today because of a bird. When I was driving home past the lake today, I saw a belted kingfisher (go here for more info: http://www.birds.cornell.edu/AllAboutBirds/BirdGuide/Belted_Kingfisher.html). I've never seen one inside any city's limits before. I almost freaked! They are totally cool because the female is actually more colorful than the male of the species (that's unusual in case you didn't know). I considered going back to look at it again, but I had to get home to a computer and see if I was gonna purchase...
NHL All Star Game!
...tickets. I got this email from the Stars association thingy about how they were releasing some "leftover" tickets for the All Star game. I would (almost) give my eye teeth to go to that game. However, the least expensive tickets are $130, and there were not 2 seats together anywhere in the AAC for that price. Please! Do they think I'm made of money? Only if they think money is made of skin, fat, and red hair. Pshaw!
I'm sure there is other stuff I wanted to add, but my brain is tired now. After reading 80 urine samples and 42 fecal slides, all I wanna do is sleep (no not "have some fun"--good Lord, I hate Sheryl Crow anyway--stupid hooker broke up Lance and his wife then split after the fun was gone in my humble and probably incorrect opinion).
Crazy Cat Lady
I love my Cornelius! The other night when I got home from the post Bible study pub crawl, he was so happy to have me home. He just had to be next to me touching me in sort fashion--usually sitting on my leg. Anywho, when I finally gave up the ghost and turned out all the lights for bed (I stayed up til 2:30; I was proud I stayed up that long on a night off), he left me all alone. For a cat who couldn't stand to be awat from me for 2 seconds earlier in the night, it didn't make sense. Lo and behold, about 2 minutes later, the boy jumped back up on the bed. From the foot of the bed he walked all the way up my side til he was standing on the side of my rib cage. I was about to protest when I felt a soft thud on my shoulder. My sweet kitten brought me Duckie! (Duckie is his favorite toy that has been resewn and repaired so many times there is no longer anything left to mend.) C'mon! How bloody cute is that?!?
Crazy Biologist Girl
Yes, I almost wrecked my car today because of a bird. When I was driving home past the lake today, I saw a belted kingfisher (go here for more info: http://www.birds.cornell.edu/AllAboutBirds/BirdGuide/Belted_Kingfisher.html). I've never seen one inside any city's limits before. I almost freaked! They are totally cool because the female is actually more colorful than the male of the species (that's unusual in case you didn't know). I considered going back to look at it again, but I had to get home to a computer and see if I was gonna purchase...
NHL All Star Game!
...tickets. I got this email from the Stars association thingy about how they were releasing some "leftover" tickets for the All Star game. I would (almost) give my eye teeth to go to that game. However, the least expensive tickets are $130, and there were not 2 seats together anywhere in the AAC for that price. Please! Do they think I'm made of money? Only if they think money is made of skin, fat, and red hair. Pshaw!
I'm sure there is other stuff I wanted to add, but my brain is tired now. After reading 80 urine samples and 42 fecal slides, all I wanna do is sleep (no not "have some fun"--good Lord, I hate Sheryl Crow anyway--stupid hooker broke up Lance and his wife then split after the fun was gone in my humble and probably incorrect opinion).
Saturday, January 06, 2007
2nd post in one night shift
I know, quit posting about meanless crap. But that's what I do best!
So here's the senario: it's 1:30am and I'm starving. Normally I eat right before I come into work, but today I wasn't hungry. Bah hah! It caught up with me. Anywho, I work close to a Whataburger and Taco Bell both of which have the 24 hour drive through business. I think, "hmmm, a whatacatch would be good--thanks for the idea Lindy," and I drive on over to the WB. Holy mother of Buddha, the drive through was longer than long--all the way through the parking lot! I'm like, WTF? Think 1:30am with 3-4 large bars and sports bars in the area. Every drunk hoo-hah was out trying to get snacks after getting liquored up. Grrr! I ended up at Taco Hell just because the line was shorter, and I knew they'd be faster.
Now my mouth is on fire--thank you fire sauce. That's all for now.
So here's the senario: it's 1:30am and I'm starving. Normally I eat right before I come into work, but today I wasn't hungry. Bah hah! It caught up with me. Anywho, I work close to a Whataburger and Taco Bell both of which have the 24 hour drive through business. I think, "hmmm, a whatacatch would be good--thanks for the idea Lindy," and I drive on over to the WB. Holy mother of Buddha, the drive through was longer than long--all the way through the parking lot! I'm like, WTF? Think 1:30am with 3-4 large bars and sports bars in the area. Every drunk hoo-hah was out trying to get snacks after getting liquored up. Grrr! I ended up at Taco Hell just because the line was shorter, and I knew they'd be faster.
Now my mouth is on fire--thank you fire sauce. That's all for now.
Friday, January 05, 2007
he lives!
Yes, I finally heard from the elusive boy. With everything going on in his life (working too much, sickness with no health insurance, evil ex giving away his dog, etc), he's just been slightly underwhelmed. He doesn't hate me, nor does he not want to see me anymore. I can FINALLY put my mind at ease.
Now if I can just make it through one more night of work! =)
Now if I can just make it through one more night of work! =)
stream of consciousness musings at 5am
So, I actually finished all my work super early. I'm glad the new guy started working nights (even if he is slow as molasses). I got to concentrate on the important tasks.
Why do vets insist on ordering a direct when there is plenty for a float? Why can't they let me decide on which is a better choice. I am the expert.
When you eat broccoli with dinner, it's a good thing when you work with poop. That way, if you pass gas (God forbid), you can blame the smell on the specimens. Not that I would know this from experience or anything.
Why are girl friends sooooooooo much better than guy friends? I had dinner with 2 friends tonight, and they did everything in their power to cheer my sorry ass up. At one point, the H-bomb looked at me and said "stop it." I'm all like "what?" She said "I know that look. Stop it." What amazing friends I have.
Why is it near impossible to get some people to respond to you in a timely fashion? How hard is it for someone to say, you know I'm busy and can't spend a lot of time talking, but yes, I got your email/phone call/note. Thanks for being an ass! (you know who you are)
In the same vein, how hard is it for someone to say "thank you" when you do them a favor? Better yet, why can't they make 10 minutes for you when they are in town after a long absence? I have tried, and I am done with that one.
Why has the Corn Muffin started to revel in the swirling of flushing toilet water? Sometimes when I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth or washing my face, he'll come in and hang around the toilet until I flush it. Then he jumps up on the rim and splashes a paw in the water. I've raised a freak.
Ya, pms is not a good thing for me. Thanks for putting up with my complaints and musings. Mmmmm, Muse. Love them!
Why do vets insist on ordering a direct when there is plenty for a float? Why can't they let me decide on which is a better choice. I am the expert.
When you eat broccoli with dinner, it's a good thing when you work with poop. That way, if you pass gas (God forbid), you can blame the smell on the specimens. Not that I would know this from experience or anything.
Why are girl friends sooooooooo much better than guy friends? I had dinner with 2 friends tonight, and they did everything in their power to cheer my sorry ass up. At one point, the H-bomb looked at me and said "stop it." I'm all like "what?" She said "I know that look. Stop it." What amazing friends I have.
Why is it near impossible to get some people to respond to you in a timely fashion? How hard is it for someone to say, you know I'm busy and can't spend a lot of time talking, but yes, I got your email/phone call/note. Thanks for being an ass! (you know who you are)
In the same vein, how hard is it for someone to say "thank you" when you do them a favor? Better yet, why can't they make 10 minutes for you when they are in town after a long absence? I have tried, and I am done with that one.
Why has the Corn Muffin started to revel in the swirling of flushing toilet water? Sometimes when I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth or washing my face, he'll come in and hang around the toilet until I flush it. Then he jumps up on the rim and splashes a paw in the water. I've raised a freak.
Ya, pms is not a good thing for me. Thanks for putting up with my complaints and musings. Mmmmm, Muse. Love them!
Thursday, January 04, 2007
what an endorsement
You ever have one of those days when you don't want to cook for yourself? A day when the stress (or PMS, or work, or whatever) is just getting to you and you want comfort food. That was me yesterday. I sent the H-bomb a text (while I was sill at work at 8am) to see if she wanted lunch. Yay, she did! We planned to have me pick her up and go to Pappadeaux for some rockin' dog awesome fried goodness. I got the shrimp po' boy (with extra pickles...mmmmmmmmm) while she was good and got a salad with fried crawfish (okay, so maybe not that good). It was delightful! Then I went home, slept, got up, showered and went to choir. Afterwards, Kaycee and I decided we needed sustinance. After throwing the names of places around that were close to church, she picked...you guessed it...Pappadeaux. Did I complain? Hell no! So for dinner I got the greek salad and crawfish bisque. Then we split the banana pudding. Oh heavenly goodness that abounds in your mouth with bananas and wafers! It was exactly what I needed yesterday.
Now what can I have today to lift my spirits? I'd just be happy to hear from the boy.
Now what can I have today to lift my spirits? I'd just be happy to hear from the boy.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
happy new year!
It's now 2007. Who ever thought we'd make it this far?
They say that the people you are with at midnight are the ones who you will be with all year. Since I am known as preemptive strike girl, I'd like to whole heartedly thank Heather, Jenny, Wil, Lindy, Elizabeth, and Alex for being here with me this year. It has the potential to be rough for quite a few people I know, but we'll all make it through just fine. If nothing else, we have each other!
And extra thanks to Jenny and Wil for the awesome Nip/Tuck marathon yesterday. I'd never seen it before, and now I can see why people like it. Man, is it twisted! Not very realistic, but if it were, they'd call it Dr. 90210 instead. There's enough reality in life--I wanna watch things that distract me from this reality called life. I may have to add this show to my list of things I watch as often as possible. It won't ever beat House though, but that's because I have a serious sick crush on Hugh Laurie. Mmmmmmm, what a hottie!
They say that the people you are with at midnight are the ones who you will be with all year. Since I am known as preemptive strike girl, I'd like to whole heartedly thank Heather, Jenny, Wil, Lindy, Elizabeth, and Alex for being here with me this year. It has the potential to be rough for quite a few people I know, but we'll all make it through just fine. If nothing else, we have each other!
And extra thanks to Jenny and Wil for the awesome Nip/Tuck marathon yesterday. I'd never seen it before, and now I can see why people like it. Man, is it twisted! Not very realistic, but if it were, they'd call it Dr. 90210 instead. There's enough reality in life--I wanna watch things that distract me from this reality called life. I may have to add this show to my list of things I watch as often as possible. It won't ever beat House though, but that's because I have a serious sick crush on Hugh Laurie. Mmmmmmm, what a hottie!
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!"
That's your random poop update for the day. Now I'm off to breakfast.
"Pouring syrup on the pancaaaaaaakes!"
Friday, December 29, 2006
Poop!
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!!!
#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!!!
must...wake...up...
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!
Oh heavenly caffeinated beverage with that scrumptious aroma. How I do love thee!
Thursday, December 28, 2006
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.
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! =)
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! =)
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