Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Give me a R! "R!"
Give me an A! "A!"
Give me a N! "N!"
Give me a K! "K!"
Give me a Y! "Y!"
What does that Spell?
Last night Mom and I went to see the Producers, it was three hours long..it started at 8. So I didn't get home until almost midnight and it takes me a long time to unwind. I had two tests scheduled for today, plus I couldn't eat until after the tests which were scheduled for 2:00 pm and 3:00pm. I drank the barium for the CT as directed, we get to the hospital and check in for the Dexa Scan (Bone Density Scan). We sit down to wait when they call my name and ask me if I had already drank the barium, I said yes. "Well you can't have the Bone Scan today. You have to wait about 10 days after ingesting the barium. The scheduling department shouldn't have booked them like this." Great, now we have to sit in the freezing cold hospital until 3:00 pm for the CT. I'm tired, cold, cranky and hungry. Nice huh? I could have had the Bone Scan this morning, drank the barium and then gone for the CT at 3:00. Honey is cranky as well, though it's his own fault since he insisted on coming. I shot him the evil eye when he started to open his mouth to bitch about having to get a visitor's pass. He quickly shut his mouth when he realized he had roped himself into coming.
Luckily they called me back at 3:00 on the dot. They found my vein pretty quickly and I choked down the last cup of barium in one swig. I'm getting pretty good at sleeping/meditating, or some kind of trance when I get these things done, so it seemed like it went pretty quickly.
To top off the afternoon, we went to the grocery store together. Honey likes to push the cart and zigzag throughout the store back and forth as he thinks of things. Me? I like to start at one end and work my way through to the other end. But he isn't letting go of the cart, I have no choice but to play the grocery store scavenger hunt with him. I'm surprised I didn't come unglued, I pick up some cheese and try to put it in the basket but everytime I get close he starts moving forward. He is not even paying attention to the fact that I wanted to put something in the basket..finally he notices my frustrated face... Oh oops sorry! Oh just fuck off, lets go home. Okay, I didn't really say that. Just thought it. Off he goes again with the cart. I'll be on the chip aisle getting pretzels. Which is kinda true, it's also the aisle with the books and magazines. So I start browsing the mags and books while I wait for spaz to come back with the cart.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
My head is spinning from all this new information and how quickly they are ready to get going, though I'll probably be placed as inactive on the list depending on the test results of course. Then when it's time, A click of the mouse and my score will be entered and boom I'll be placed appropriately on the list by priority.
I'm not sure if any of this makes sense or not , in my head it doesn't. It's kinda like today was a fog, we were there for over 3 hours and had no wait time at all. Maybe tomorrow this will all seem clearer. Right now I'm suppose to take my nightime meds and I'm thinking do I take them or cut them in half or should I just wait until I see the Dr next? For now I'll take them cause withdrawel is a bitch and I'm some pretty high dosages. I just love when one Doc says here take all these and the other says No, lets get you off all this medicine. Fuck.
Monday, June 25, 2007
People always say you shouldn't live in the past or project too much into the future, just live each day as it comes. OK, that works when things are cool. But sometimes it seems like it's next to impossible. Sometimes you hear that you shouldn't pray for yourself, but I have been. Just for peace and my nerves to settle down. Other times I think I'm just making it all up and it really is nothing. Nothing at all wrong with me, I've been patched and medicated. I follow my Dr's advice, so it can't be getting worse. Everybody is just making a big deal out of nothing. We already know how I feel about being babysat by my husband, so I have been pulling myself out of bed when I really don't feel like it. I even welcome doing chores, they are mindless and keep me busy. OK, so now I know I'm losing it. I hate chores. Chores suck. I can't wait till we get the house finished enough to have someone come in and clean. Right now it's pretty much useless to do that with the way things are being moved around and partly finished. See how quickly I changed the subject? It's like I'm scared to blog about me being sick. Let alone mention what it is specifically, though maybe tomorrow when we know more. I just don't want to jinx anything. Silly huh?
I'm going to hit publish before I change my mind..
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Yay! We made it one year! It will be three years that we have been together on September 11. Get this we have never had a fight. Sometimes when we are bored we sit around and try to start one, but we usually end up in fits of laughter. I'm glad I had to date a lot of frogs before I met Honey. I'm not letting go of him. And I really appreciate him now as to my my dating in my 20's.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Honey looks at me and says "That boy think he a donkey!"
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
1) I suck. I didn't get my husband anything for Father's Day. I know we don't have kids but we do have our four-legged babies, hence he bought me a Mother's Day present.
2) I'm an even bigger loser because I didn't know what the price of stamps were today. I now own 25 2 cent stamps. But I did mail back a month old Netflix, and an enevelop to my sister equally as old and past due. Sorry. The only thing that prompted me to get these in the mail with proper postage? I had to send my mail order prescriptions in.
3) I'm mean. Our 1st year anniversary is coming up, but I won't give my husband the ok for him to spend the kind of money he wants to spend on me. We are going out to dinner (thanks to a wedding giftcard for $100 to the Melting Pot), and we just made our plans for late summer vacation which will actually be on when our first date anniversary rolls around. Which in my mind means we are celebrating both events and no further money should be spent on them.
4) I'm stressed, which makes me withdraw. Too many unexpected medical bills the past month and no forseeable end to these appointments. Co-pays suck.Deductibles too and it's confusing. Oh and we have to drive to Orlando for these appts.
5) I'm sad. My yearly trip to Maryland to visit oldest sister looks like it's not going to happen. Due to health reasons and having to make the choice between one vacation with my husband or one trip to Maryland. Sorry Sis. Honey only takes one vacation a year and we have to use it or lose it.
6) I look like hell. My skin has broken out like I'm 14. Which means no make-up until it clears up and my hair is in a ponytail everyday to keep it off my face.
7) I have no brain function. None. Even watching TV seems to be hard. Attention span of a gnat. I was going to go to the library but then I'd just have to return them unread and with late fees.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
"No, I'm not. I'm staying home to take care of you".
"Why? Am I that sick?".
"Go to work, I'm fine".
"No, I'm going to make sure you are ok".
"Okay, but we got shit to do".
I had to go get blood work done, go the hospital to pick up my records from the last hospital stay (for my specialist in Orlando) a week or two ago, and go to both banks. Oh and did I mention that my attending Doc at the hospital gave me new meds that make you think you aren't sick, in fact you feel pretty damn cozy. It's a mixture of belladonna and barbituates. Hence, Honey staying home. Do not attempt to drive after one of those pills, hell do not even lean down at the waist to pick something up, you will fall over onto your ass. backwards.
11:30 done. Surf the net for awhile. Decide I don't like being babysat. I'M my sister's puter to death. Tell her I'm being babysat. My wings have been clipped. She is actually probably doing work and I'm bothering her. Decide to whine to Honey.
"I'm bored and feel cooped up".
"Do you want to go get your hair done?".
**WTF?? AH HA! He can drop me there and come back and get me later, I get it.***
"I want to go walk around The Avenues (shopping)"
"I didn't stay home to take you shopping!"
"Fine, then I'll just go by myself"
"I didn't stay home..."
"Whatever, maybe I'll just go shopping anyways or take a nap".
It was a nice nap.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Woman pulled from burning car after driving into gas pump
Posted by Brie Zeltner June 01, 2007 16:00PM
Categories: Breaking News
A pair of construction workers rescued a woman from her burning car this afternoon after she drove into a gas pump at a station on Cedar Road, fire officials said.
Two construction workers saw the woman hit the pump about 1 p.m. at the Shell station at Cedar and South Green roads in South Euclid. They dragged her out of the car as it burst into flames. She was not seriously injured, officials said.
Firefighters from South Euclid and University Heights extinguished the car fire. The gas pump was knocked over.
Further details were unavailable this afternoon.
Story from Cleveland.com
I was going to write a sweet little blog entry about the time I blew up a gas pump and while looking for an example of a picture to add, I found this little gem. Oh how it makes me giggle maniacally when I read shit like this. Note, I wouldn't actually DO any of this stuff, I just find it amusing since I have a wild imagination
How To Turn The Work Life Of A Local 7-Eleven Employee Into A Living Hell
By the way the Blueberry Fritters kick ass at the 7-11! Once you go blue, apple will never cut it again.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Prison-bound socialite Paris Hilton has been dropped by her record label after lacklustre sales of debut pop album "Paris" failed to impress music execs. The 26 year old, who is heading to jail next week for a 23-day stint after violating her probation following a 2006 drink-driving arrest, is said to be devastated over the decision.
We can hardly believe our eyes – scrawny tabloid queens and walking car social crashes Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie on the cover of US Harpers Bazaar with an equally scrawny pair of rat-faced dogs (quite apt, really). Obviously the powers that be at Bazaar have taken leave of their senses or else they are frigging desperate to snag some of the billions of tabloid readers who (for some reason) worship these two vacuous heirheads and NEVER seem to tire of them as covergirls. Their love lives in particular provide endless gossip mag fodder – mainly because these girls’ beds are revolving doors so there’s ALWAYS some new meat head boyfriend to write about. Or some sex tape. Or some eating disorder. Or some driving offence. Or some drug problem. Or some night club romp. The same roster of Paris and Nicole ‘issues’ week in week out. Enough. Already. Of course we expected better of Bazaar, the self appointed ‘bible of style', but then again with declining circulation, we're not surprised they're taking the tabloid approach. Our guess is that they’ve legitimized their decision because of the girl’s vast designer wardrobes. But a Balenciaga It-Bag does not maketh a high-fashion glossy covergirl. US Bazaar has been through a few editors in recent years and thus prone to periodic bouts of schizophrenia, so let’s hope this is just an identity crisis that will soon pass. Whatever the whys, we’re panning this cover and asking you to donate the cover price to the blind dog association. Leave these two more-money-than-sense trash bags where they belong – in tabloid hell.
By Nobody Cares Really
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Also known as E for Effort. Or Awww..He's so cute..
Yesterday while retrieving empty hangers from Honey's closet, I found my bra hung up. Like I would actually look there for a bra. This is done by a man who doesn't think T-shirts should be hung up, and when he does try to fold him, it's more of a wadding than a fold. I don't mind that he pitches in, I just can't be a party to it. Isn't it quicker to hang up a t-shirt rather than fold one? I think so. And don't even get me started on folding pillowcases..
And another thing turning the dishwasher or the washing machine on does NOT count as doing the laundry or dishes.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
How this site slipped under the radar for shopping debt is beyond me..
It's called Obsessive Consumption..and it's worth a look, this chick (Kate Bingaman) makes being in debt seem like a game while achieving her goal to pay off her credit cards. Instead of asking for money she creates art out of purchases and bills and actually has shows and exhibitions.
and don't forget to "Love Your Money, Ya'll"
So here is a pic of bow askew and what I look like doing errands.. While I was willing to poke fun at my own hair, I was not however so inclined to poke fun of the bags under my eyes. Heck if you spent almost two weeks in the hospital this month too, you would have bags too. I could have photoshopped the zit in between my eyes too
This picture doesn't really do my hair bow justice, but I guess that can be a good thing.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
This is not a picture a picture of the doll, I just thought it was funny. So there you go.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Source Heidi Heiss Sugar Coated 2004 (Yay-More pictures after the jump!!!)
I can't cipher numbers high enough to figure out how many of these gum drop boxes (haha, that's cute when writing it vs reading it.) New York City would need but I'm sure a few peolpe with GPS annd a good knowledge of creating GIS maps could get it done in a snap, oh wait..that would be a local government project, so realistically we would probably see the boxes in about 20 years.
Still the theory of keeping the gum off the sidealk is a good idea, but maybe we could just turn over a few middles school desks every block or so..those always worked well for my gum. And the class before and the class before that, and then well I'm not sure if they even made gum back that far ...
It all began with a casual stroll, shopping downtown. We weren't trying to change the world, we were just two moms with a weakness for beautiful shoes. But then: splat! We stopped in our tracks only to discover the bottoms of our Manolo Blahniks covered in gooey gum.That got us thinking. Why were people throwing gum on the sidewalk? And why wasn't there a place to dispose of it in an environmentally responsible way?We did our homework and realized a public gum container would have to be designed specifically for gum, so we gave it a unique shape. It had to get attention and raise awareness of responsible gum disposal, so we covered it with a fun, eye-catching spiral design and made it scream bubble gum pink. Then we joined forces with a leading recycler to ensure that the gum collected became something useful: fertilizer.
I am just wowed by this simple yet handy contraption, why have I been using napkins, strips of magazines and newspaper, past due bills....
Source Envyrobubble (Boo, no more pictures after the jump)