Welcome, Pixies, to another Winter Whinefest! The days are slowly growing longer, and locally, we are seeing some signs of spring: spontaneous outbursts of floral activity. We're also finally getting some much needed rain! The rain is not amusing Famous Bicyclists riding the Tour de CA, but them's the breaks.
The financial well is dry in my state, however: still one lousy vote short of the 2/3 supermajority needed for a budget in the state legislature. Checks shall not be cut. All public works projects are suspended. 20,000 state employees are getting layoff notices, starting today. Counties are already suing the state to get promised funding for social services. That hissing sound is steam coming out of my ears.
Things are nicer on the home front, though. We had a delightful visit with son yesterday, and he was thrilled with the invitation to raid the pantry! One of the formerly feral kitties has taken to sleeping on my legs, and [gasp!] letting me pet him!
What's new in your world?
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I have a plain whiny whine -- my TMJ is acting up. And, I'm starving, for what seems like all of the time lately, and it hurts to eat.
Anyone want some soup?
soup sounds just right, klee.
Also whiny here. I have a sore throat. No other symptoms, just the sore throat. I'm trying mightily not to give it to the Sweet Baboo. Unless I got it from her in the first place, because she's had something that involved a fever.
So I think some of KLee's soup sounds really good. Pass it over here.
Anti-whine: I had a lovely dinner out with a friend from high school. It was really nice to catch up. Funny how all those years fall away...
Whine: She's in town because her mother died. My friend is coping really well, all things considered.
Anti-whine: Oldest Son comes for a week-long visit tomorrow!!
Whine: This weekend is the annual marathon Presbytery (ie church) meeting from hell. Friday - we meet for 12 hours. Honest. I couldn't make this sh*t up. It's insane. I'm pretty sure it's covered in the Geneva Convention under "cruel and unusual punishment" - but alas - I am required to attend. Blech.
Sorry about the TMJ KLee. I'm too full from supper to enjoy the soup, so there's more for the rest of you!
Did I mention that we meet for 8 hours on Saturday, followed by worship on Sunday?????? Insane. Completely. Insane.
Sue, that is hideous. We do two day meetings here--noon Friday to noon Saturday. That three day business is just wrong. How many times a year do you meet? And when your son is home? Definitely whine-worthy.
I'm at home this week! Yay!!!! However, I am gone all next week and part of the following. My kids are NOT happy.
Would someone please tell my managers that I can't do multiple "drop everything and only do this" major catastrophes all at the same time on the same time schedule? And still do my existing work? kthxbai.
Yes, all of this is in addition to my grueling travel schedule.
Sue, it sounds like your people and my bosses are cut from the same mold. Oy.
5 of my husband's 9 co-workers are gits.
It's snowing.
I've gotten 7 boxes packed for moving and am filling up the garage with stuff that we're selling/giving away
I have about eleventy-billion more boxes to pack.
Our local thrift shop won't take toy donations anymore.
As predicted (and I did, truly appreciate the warning!), my website probably was outed due to my husband's twitter acct (since he's only following two people, one of whom is me).
I considered for half a moment scrubbing the site, but decided against. It's mine. I'm keeping it. ALL of it. Poop stories, cursing, and all.
esperanza - we meet three times a year. Which is more than enough. Trust me on that one.
Miranda - I agree on that front. If the "drop everything and spend the whole fireplacing weekend in a freezing cold church basement" thing meant some extra pay, I might even begin to tolerate it. But that's not ever going to happen. Bleh.
Liz. I hear ya on the eleventy-billion boxes. Done that. Ick. And boo to twitter. Double boo to Facebook who now thinks they own the copyright to my image. fireplacers.
oy, sue, on ze endless meetings. and miranda, do they think you can clone yourself, or what?
liz, sympathy on the boxes. and yuck on being outed.
1. So broke that every month we do the dance of "will we make the rent this time? Can I pay the car insurance?" Thus far, the answer has been "yes, barely." I keep checking the sky for windfalls, but none appear.
2. Wren yelled piteously and flung herself around the bed every fifteen minutes last night. Woke her brother up three times, and head-butted me twice (I thought I would have a bruised cheekbone this morning, but I don't). I'm tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired.
Whine #2 makes whine #1 seem worse right now.
Uccellina, so sorry 'bout the broke and tired.
Sue, ugh on the many many long meetings.
Miranda, sorry 'bout the travel travel travel
KLee, I HATE TMJ. I find that holding a juice box up to mine sometimes helps (refridgerated, not frozen).
Additional whine/antiwhine:
Whine: Had a mammogram today
Anti-whine: somehow, the squeezies never seem to actually get more than mildly uncomfortable to me. Benefits of Ginormosity and stomach sleeping?
((( uccellina ))) hope wren makes up for it by sleeping a really long time tonight...
waaa -- power went out at my house 4 hours ago. i've decamped to a bookstore coffee shop, to get my intertube fix. [i can't tell if the public library is closed because of budget cuts, or if its power is out, too.]
kathy a. deserves some kind of award for this, but I'm in too much of a hurry to think of a good name. Help a pixie out?
[i can't tell if the public library is closed because of budget cuts, or if its power is out, too.]
Liz, xoxoxox so sorry about the outing. Keep being your glorious self on your blog. Though we will miss your veiled political snark there, which I'm guessing you will need to tone down.
Veiled political snark will continue. If they don't like it, they probably wouldn't have voted for MS anyway.
yay for snark!
KLee, big empathy for you on the TMJ. Got any cold face masks? or Twizzlers? I swear, eating Twizzlers feels therapeutic, if I pull and chew right where the muscles are tightest.
Liz, sorry on the outing, so glad you are keeping the blog!!
Uccellina, so sorry on the broke/tired, a rotten combination especially when combined with head butts.
kathy a., hope your power comes back soon!
Sue, no one should have to sit through 12 hours of meetings. Ever.
Sue, we also meet three times a year. Ample, even at only two half-days each.
Whine of irony from the Sweet Baboo department: One of the (many) things we have been worried about, developmentally, is that she wasn't putting anything in her mouth, food included. We have been diligently working on the Cheerios, and grandma helped finish last week. Voila. A Sweet Baboo who can feed herself! Woo hoo! So what's the whine? Well, today we went outside (it's very nice here), and she proceeded to put EVERYTHING in her mouth: sticks, leaves, berries from the trees, bugs, etc. Be careful what you wish for...
Liz, boo indeed on the outing. All you have to do is call, and the cluestick brigade will stand at the ready to defend your site, and your right to say what you want, WHEN you want!
The TMJ is a skosh better, but now I'm sick. I stayed home from work today, but I really shouldn't have. Somehow, though, I think my body must have needed more sleep, because I didn't wake up until 2:30 this afternoon.
JF is also sick, with a voice of gravel to rival Nick Nolte or Gary Busey. It's a kick in the pants to look at my sweet husband and hear Gary Busey instead.
How about a when it rains it pours for Kathy A and the budget and/or power outage means no library?
And sorry about the outing, Liz. Can you get a sign "Move along, move along, there might be stuff to see, but not by you?"
Sue-your multiple day meetings make me rethink both full time employment and church. Good luck, bring a cushion? a sweater? a flask of something alcoholic?
Klee, enjoy the soup. And get well soon.
My whine is vomit. Two children. Two events. I just can't bear the thought of more. And I feel funky, but more heartburn/headache. Yuck yuck yuck.
If I have an antiwhine, I guess it is that the baby isn't spitting up more than normal nor is she cranky.
I am off to nap, if I can get away with it.
oh, dear -- sarah brings the fluids... hope everyone is feeling better, stat.
esperanza: congrats on a developmental milestone, the mouthing of disgusting things!
klee -- you did too need this day off. it is probably too much to hope that offspring is waiting on you and JF hand and foot, but in an ideal world, that would happen.
the power is finally restored! for the record, a "small" 16 oz. cup of bookstore coffee mid-day has made me a little HYPER.
FYI: awards for the host are forbidden by the sacred WW Hosting Oath, and anyway, the host's special prize is to invent the awards. ;)
Ah, I'd almost forgotten the need for a cushion Sarah - thanks!
Sorry about your family bringin' the body fluids this week. I hope everyone is better McSoon.
Whine: about to strangle the eight year old who a) is convinced that he's terribly sick in spite of having no symptoms that are apparent to anyone but himself (and his teacher who sent him home yesterday and told him not to come in today) and b) thinks that he's being tortured when we make him put the DS away and c) gets all melodramatic about how he feels like he's letting everyone down when we call him on a) and b).
Whine: husband going away for 4 days starting tomorrow -- since he's a SAHD, we're scrambling for child care alternatives, which will be screwed to Sunday if D is really sick.
Anti-whine/whine combo: My mother is approved for liver transplant and is now high enough on the priority list that my parents are going to Miami to wait for the call. She is not coping with the stress well, and there's nothing I can do from 100s of miles away.
Elizabeth, you're telling me this is an 8 year old thing? This endlessly whining and then going all martyr-like when reprimanded?
In our house, it is mostly about the losing of the hat/mitten/headband/library book. I want to give her a hard time about it, but she flops to the ground and commences flogging herself over it. This leaves me in the position of consoling her. Hmmmmm. Is she playing me like an electric piano. Or is this just how 8 is?
condolances on 8 year olds and their dramas.
((((((( elizabeth )))))))) that is a super-whine. thinking good thoughts for mom and all of you. xoxo
hugs to everybody...
the boy's 1st birthday is tomorrow, professional birthday pictures are on Sunday. And what happened at day care yesterday? Some kid scratched his face. An inch long, straight down his cheek. Ugh!
JenR: Hugs on the cheek scratch! IMO, those pictures end up being the most interesting. Write what happened to his cheek on the back of the picture or on a caption beneath it.
In MM's 3-yo pix, he's got a big scab on his nose from where he fell because I accidentally tripped him.
AW: The wait is over. I'll actually have work to do starting Monday.
W: It means I can't take long lunches to pack.
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