Greetings, pixies.
Following up on last week's sticky stormy whines, can I anti-whine that the alternating blue skies and torrential downpours are really good for my garden? Which (further anti-whine) my mother-in-law planted for me last week?
Yesterday afternoon, I had a delightful conversation with the mom of a one year old in the lobby of the library, complete with peek-a-boo, while we waited for the rain to go from "buckets" to "just rain."
Other than work stuff, which is pretty much comes-with-the-territory at the moment, I have to say my biggest whine is that I don't LIKE new car smell. Snuggly Girl likes it just fine, plus she now has a window that she can open. And My Love can now drive without jamming his knee against the steering wheel and injuring his hip.
But I'm pretty sure some of you have much better whines to share, so please do.
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oh, your garden sounds wonderful, madeleine!
AW: daughter's home from college for the summer!
yet another whine about mother's stroke: we need dr. wonderful to write a letter saying "Mom had a stroke and cannot handle her affairs," so we can meet the lawyers and start paying bills. the letter was promised a week ago, but it has not appeared. dr. W has not responded to faxes and calls, and now i hear he is out for a few days. his staff is not helpful. dude, the letter is not that hard!
so barring a miracle, the lawyer meeting will have to be rescheduled at least a week later. also the banks, etc. my sister and i live 350 miles away. it's not like we can coordinate all these people and the travel on a moment's notice.
there has not been much of a change in mom's condition -- she's eating now, but very confused and not cooperating much with therapy. she yells at the nursing home director and calls him by my dad's name, which is mildly amusing since my parents divorced 20 years ago. i have a feeling she is not winning the miss congeniality award this week. probably i'm not, either.
The garden sounds great--what a winner, to have someone else plant it. Gardens always sound great in theory to me, but never work out in practice. But if I had someone else to actually do the work...
And kathya--the anti- miss congeniality award is why she's at the nursing home and not in your home. You are a wise woman.
Whine: tomorrow is so busy I have to whine today
Antiwhine: hubby is turning back into the man I married (thanks to God, medication, and counseling) and is staying home with the sweet baboo.
Huge potential antiwhine: Baboo and I have been running an experiment with the pulse oximeter (the little ET finger thing they put on you in the hospital--it measures the oxygen in your blood). This is actually a long-running experiment with less than stellar results. Today, I started putting it on her fingers, feet, palms and got MUCH BETTER readings than I have been when leaving it on her wrist. This might mean (I'm whispering here so as not to jinx anything) that we could get rid of the oxygen tank. (!)
Whine: if "operator error" has been the trouble, lo these many months, I might have to kick my own butt.
Whine: hot, dry, hot, no rain, hot, fires, hot. (you can remind me of this when I'm gloating in November).
I meant to say that hubby is staying home with baboo tomorrow, not full time.
kathy a., wishing you some cluefullness from the wonderful doctor. And failing that, some very good luck on rescheduling everything else.
esperanza! so much to (probably) celebrate! and I hear you on the "if this was my error all these months . . ." annoyance. But still. Good news about baboo and her daddy.
My garden is not the verdant acre you are all imagining . . . MIL put in some impatience in front of my barely-hanging-in bushes and the spindly tulip leaves I'm not supposed to trim until they are truly hideously brown. But still, as esperanza said, to have a garden and have someone else do some of the work . . . marvelous.
Anti-whine: I got my period.
Why is this an antiwhine? Because I've been achy, crampy, bloated, tender-boobed, and having a negative self-image since Saturday and it is a fireplacing relief to finally just feel bloody.
And since when is PMS a three-day affair?
Whine: Still hating on the new Tampax. I'm going to try some new brands this month. Anyone want an almost-full Costco box of the new Tampax?
Anti-whine (gardening edition): Our canteloupes, zucchinis, cucumbers, and tomatoes are blossoming and our beans stalks are growing like...well...bean stalks! WOOT!
Ooooo, we have some spam. It is a whine or an antiwhine? I have no idea. Who packages a home, anyhow?
OK then. How to put this graciously. I have had a series of meeting from hell this week. But you know what? They not about me. They're all about my client, who has a terribly sick son at death's door and cannot get an IEP for him because the school administrator for the high school is the most horrible woman in the entire world. Live in Needham MA? Have your kids in public school? MOVE now. You can read all about it on my blog.
Antiwhine that is kinda a whine: Both kids are done with school. They just have to go in on THursday for the parties. I'm already sick to death of them.
Whine: WHY do children put movies on the DVD player and then leave the room and go upstairs? What's that about?
Whine: I freaking peed in my pants twice on Monday. TWICE. Because I didn't take enough Lasix the day before and so took a little bit extra. You know about Des Moines? Yeah, well that was my bladder. It was not pretty.
Antiwhine: Garden. Growing. All planted, nothing dead (yet), nothing eaten by scores of bunnies we have living on our property.
ANTIWHINE: (with all caps) The Celtics. What can you say about the Celtics? They are awesome.
Whine: Usual monetary woes that get worse every month. I have GOT to find some freelance work. But there isn't any. What to do? Any ideas?
Whine: had to buy a new air conditioner this week because old ones are dead. You know what? You cannot store them anyway but the way they go into the window. Tipping destroys them. Just sayin'.
Antiwhine: New AC is 10000 BTU and has a remote that I am in charge of. Nice!
Hugs to every one.
madeleine wrote:
"MIL put in some impatience in front of my barely-hanging-in bushes and the spindly tulip leaves I'm not supposed to trim until they are truly hideously brown."
i wonder - did she mean impatiens, the flowers? because, ha ha! if so, my Freudian Slip votes (or, the Telling Like It Is votes) to madeleine! :)
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Would your MIL like to finish planting my veggies, Madeleine? I am sick of getting the bed ready. Well, it was ready but then it became hot and now it needs to be re-tilled.
A farmer, I am not.
In a huge anti-whine, it appears gainful employment is on the horizon!! However, when seeking gubmint employ, there is a gap between the hiring manager offering you a position and HR actually starting the paperwork. I'm in that gap.
Hooray for Esparanza! Good luck finding freelance work, Margalit! I'm on borrowed internet signal right now, so I best go.
Freudian slip or just really bad spelling? You be the judge.
I would love to send my MIL out to work on everyone's gardens. She could really use the exercise and she doesn't get out of the house enough. Alas, she is back home in Nord American Citee Vehr Zhey Speak Francais.
Kathya. - sorry about the mom/medical whines.
esperanza -nice going on the job! WooHoo!
Madeleine, that's so sweet about the garden.
*waving* great whining to all the pixies so far this fine Wednesday.
Whine: Not so fine here. It's still fireplaceing FREEEZING here. I'm wearing socks people - socks. Because I need them. It's that cold. Summer? I don't think so. Tell me again why I live here....oh right, no killer bees. Got it.
Whine/Anti-whine: We are now in the Real Estate Rollercoaster. Two couples looked at our home yesterday. First family was "Meh" about the whole thing. Second family came back a few hours later with another family member and started measuring things! Eeeeeeeee. Trying not to get my hopes up too high.
Real Estate = Uber Stress! No question.
Whine: Aren't I supposed to be relaxing on medical leave? What part of med leave included painting scraped up baseboards anyway? Crap. I hope this sale thing all happens McSoon.
Anti-whine: Local doc has agreed to start the treatment outlined by out-of-town Headache Doc!!! Yay!!! I start tonight with the new meds. HOPE on the horizon folks - for the first time in way. too. long.
sue... I hope the medicide works. I have had a headache as the direct result of smashing my head into a brick wall on and off for a month. It's driving me nuts. I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through.
Antiwhine: Baby boy sleeps!
Whine (although smaller and quieter this week than last): The sleeping started anew when he finally figured out rolling back-to-front. So now he occasionally wakes up screaming because he has either rolled into the railing of his crib in his sleep, or actually made it onto his tummy and he doesn't know how to sleep that way. Or something. But at least that only happens 1-2 times a night instead of every 45 minutes.
Man, nothing says "relaxing summer trip" like driving to the hospital in an ambulance with your mom. She's doing okay now (tachycardia/ chest pain), but it was really scary.
Antiwhine: the paramedics told me they (for once) appreciated my medical knowledge/ lingo, and ability to accurately judge heart rate/character while talking to dispatch. Yay.
{{{Jeni}}} Parent chest pains are SCARY. Good for you, for keeping your head and using your words. And I'm glad your mom is OK.
Hooray for Jenr's baby and his amazing gross motor skills. And the sleep. Never say no to sleep!
Toes crossed for you, Sue, both for the buyers with the measuring tape (surely the chequebook must follow?) and the new treatment plan. And I just put on a sweater because damn, it's cold today.
Margalit, you are a hero for putting those idjits in their place.
Anti-whine: Although the shower I went to last weekend was a total waste of time and money, the $1200 we spent getting the AC and sway bar fixed were WORTH IT. $1200, srsly? Yes, srsly. The AC is lovely (and c-c-c-c-cold) and the car responded to the repair with IMPROVED GAS MILEAGE. WOOT!
But the Biggest Anti-Whine Of All begins with a Whine: continued pregnancy heartburn direct from the innermost layer of Hell. It was so bad this morning that two hours after I took my Z@nt@c 150, I knew I needed something more, and guess what!! The Tums in my medicine cabinet from when I was pregnant with my daughter (now 4 years old) are still a whole year away from their expiration date! That's like free drugs, and stuff! And what's more, they worked!
Aahhhhh, sweet, sweet heartburn relief...
Now if I could just get my husband to, I don't know, do something radical like pick up the carpet cleaner bottle off the floor in the middle of the hallway or, say, turn on the already-loaded dishwasher.
Wait. Is that asking too much?
oh, sue -- a measuring tape and extra family member is a VERY good sign! also, very good wishes on the new options.
jenevieve -- hope your mom is ok. and it is sweet all that advanced education turned out to be useful. xoxo
pioneer woman award to amy, for best use of forgotten stuff foraged from the medicine cabinet.
Update: No news from measuring tape woman, but we have three more visits set up for today. Three! That's good right???
((Jeni)) Scary stuff. I hope all is well now with your mom.
Yay to amy for heartburn relief. Nothing worse than pregnancy heartburn. It's brutal.
Hey everyone.
I have two whines.
Whine #1: I'm apparently blacklisted at work and stuck on Evening Shift for all eternity, meaning I next to never get to see my girlfriend.
Whine #2: I bought a Wii Fit and discovered that I'm way too tall to use it in my apartment without smacking my hands on the ceiling or towering several feet above the old console TV we have.
Anti-whine: My girlfriend has mandated that I start blogging again. And since I do pretty much everything she says, I did.
andy! you're back! with a techno-old-skool whine: apartment too short and tv too low for groovy workout. [for me to have that whine, the workout room would have to be a kids' playhouse, but otherwise i can totally relate to reasons not to exercise.]
I have to go back to work in early July. I'm getting panicky and weepy just thinking about leaving my babies. Also jealous as hell of my husband, who gets to stay home. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Whine: I don' wanna write the powerpoint for my dissertation proposal.
Anti-whine: I have to write the powerpoint 'cause the meeting is MONDAY! This is going to happen! And I have the IRB drafted already.
Whine: I am trapped in a hotel room in rainy southern Orange Growing State with a whiny thirty-something with a head cold. And his cold is trying to get me too!
Anti-whine: At least, unlike those of you with kids, he can wipe his own nose.
Overall things are goodish and I am glad to see andy is back, sue has hope about headache relief, jen's mom is okay, and many pixies are here in Whining Solidarity. Much sympathy and cluesticks to those who need them!
After reading all the other worthy whines, my whine feels so piddly and selfish. What the hell, I'm going to whine it anyway.
Bad situation at school. I begged (and I mean I BEGGED) three months ago for Very Bad Situation not to happen. Talked with my admins about it not happening. They led me to believe that things could be worked out. In the hall today, I'm told Very Bad Situation is basically a fait accompli, and I have no choice in the matter. And, apparently, everyone's known this for months but me. So, I'm upset, crying, and the boss comes down to talk to me, but I'm still fricking miserable, and STILL in the slap-ass middle of Very Bad Situation with the choice of either suck it up or quit. Yeah, thanks.
So, consequently, I'm not in the best of moods, and my family has to put up with me like this. which is weird for all of us because I'm usually Little Mary Sunshine.
It sucks, all the way around. Not only does it suck because I'm stuck in this thing that I do not want, but also because I've been shined on for three freaking months about it as well, AND been wrong about people who I THOUGHT liked me and were glad to work with me.
(((( klee )))) that all-around sucks.
ALERT: that warm place might have frozen over -- daughter just called to find out how to unscrew the gas cap, because she wanted to put gas in the car!
AW: I get to buy a new car!!
W: My husband is acting like a cheap turkey butt! (I am strongly trying to stick to my no cursing rule)
W:My toddler has started to repeat things I say.
AW:She hasn't told any of said things to Grandmom....yet.
I am bitchy pregnant all the time. Seriously. All.The.Time.
Redzils - I love me some powerpoint. Can I make your presentation for you?
Liz - what the heck do you mean they changed tampax??? This is what I have to look forward to?
Andy's back! YAY!!
KLee, I am coming down there to kick administrative butt. Point me to them. I am so fireplacing sorry.
Diane, yes they changed it and it is about as absorbant as a dainty hanky in an Iowa flood.
About three hours ago, I found myself silently accusing my four-year-old of being as pesky as a cat out of kibble. (My cats get all bitchy when they run out.) Then suddenly, I remembered Dan Rather, and all his Texas-isms.
"Ha ha," I thought, and it was immediately out of my head. Then Liz brought it back with "it is about as absorbant as a dainty hanky in an Iowa flood."
Thanks. Now my thought process is all Dan-Rathered up. Or, it's as convoluted as a map to a rattlesnake's family reunion.
Or something.
"as pesky as a cat out of kibble" is good! I'm gonna use that one.
we obviously have serious contenders for the "dan rather" award, which ought to become a regular award, in my opinion. [please remind me i said this, next week.]
also, "cheap turkey butt" is just killin' me.
and (((( uccellina )))
I guess I have a piddly old-skool whine. I hate shopping for clothes. Hate it. And every time I find a few items that fit me and that I like, my weight and build changes.
We have a wedding this weekend. A nephew's wedding, which means I have to take into account that I'm most likely going to be in or near the front row of a family photo that will end up eternalized in their wedding album.
My old standby wear-to-weddings dress is looking a bit ratty, as it's something like 12 or 15 years old now and has been worn to such events frequently.
I have spent much time shopping for an appropriate dress, and still don't have anything I really love. I do, however, have several bags of clothes that need to be returned after being vetoed (by me or someone else) once I got them home.
What I really want is something mostly solid-colored, maybe in a solid royal blue or darkish purple or with a nice dainty print, that has good lines and is classy but not too tight/short/lowcut (and not too expensive!).
What I have found is lots of loud florals, lots of outfits designed to show more skin and curves than I'm comfortable displaying, and lots of red and black (I still can't quite make myself wear black to a wedding, and red would really stand out in the photos).
Oh, and lots and and lots of things that would have to be significantly altered in order to fit halfway decently or in order for me not to trip on the hem. I'm very short and oddly-proportioned, so nothing really fits. And not many places that are easily accessible to me actually carry my size except in styles that teenagers or children wear.
Argh. I've resorted to posting pictures on my blog of a few of the possibilities, because I can't decide.
Votes to Kathy A and Klee. And, wow, a lot of great whines today, so sending out cluesticks and comfort to everyone. Lots of good turns of phrase, too. :)
And yay on the antiwhines!
PK, whines about clothes shopping are not piddly. if it helps (and it won't, not really), i've been struggling to find a dress for a wedding in august, and i've been seeing the same things: a lot of black, a lot of big floral, a lot of form-fitting, a lot of deep necks and short hemlines. i've blamed the struggle to find something on being pregnant and plus-size, but it sounds like this year's fashions are missing the mark for other people, too.
i'm with you on not wearing black to a wedding, and currently the dress that looks like the winner by default is chocolate brown, which is not really a great color for me.
all the best of luck to you. i hate shopping too.
hugs to everyone this week, and many thanks to sue for her kind thoughts to me on my heartburn. sue, your empathy knows no bounds. :)
Hi everyone,
Awards will be late. Probably up late tonight. Feel free to keep whining if Thursday is kicking your butt or just poking you in the not-so-funny bone.
Amy, I ended up seeing a lot of brown, too. I like chocolate brown, and it looks OK on me, but I wasn't sure if it was too close to black or not. Actually, I'll go and add a picture of the top brown contender. :)
I hope you find something you like and feel beautiful in!
I have to get in an anti-whine tonight. Well, two anti-whines.
1. I went shopping with a dear friend, looking for Very Fancy Dresses for a Very Special Occasion which is yet-to-be-announced (and so shall remain Top Secret) but for which I get to play a special role (hooray!).
We found three dresses for her and two for me that we loved. They do require alterations, but we will be having them professionally tailored for the occasion.
It was *so* much fun shopping for--and finding--special occasion dresses that look smashing on us for such a happy occasion. Mine will even be one I can wear again after the special event, because I love the style and color.
Now we just have to pick which one we're going to get for each of us, which is the hard part. Her dress (the much more important one) will be stunning whichever of the three she chooses. *Happy sigh*
2. My car, and all the others in the parking lot are still in one piece.
This is a wonderful and amazing thing because when my friend and I came out of the boutique, my car was not where I left it. It was in the middle of the street in front of the store.
Apparently I either forgot to set the parking brake or didn't set it hard enough. Also, nobody ever told me that you're not supposed to leave a manual transmission car in neutral when you park it. It has no "park" gear.
The car rolled out of the parking space, turned just enough to avoid hitting another car, and then stopped in the middle of the street, with room for other cars to go around it.
It didn't hit anything, though there were other cars and concrete pillars nearby. There wasn't a scratch on anything except the tire marks on the curb at the side of the parking space, where the curb helped to turn it enough to avoid hitting the other cars nearby.
I'm so very thankful.
And I highly doubt that I will ever forget to set the parking brake or to put the car in first gear when parking it again. Neither will my friend.
I am so glad that no one was hurt!
And send a warm mazel tov to your friend for me, won't you?
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