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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Wednesday is on its way...

It's been at tough week in the frozen north. How are things going for you, Pixies?

I managed to reach into the dish drainer while fumbling for a spatula and making gravy on Sunday and slice open the top of one finger on a carving knife. My whine is that bandaids fall off fingers fast, and it is impossible to keep them dry...

What are your whines and antiwhines for the week?

53 comments:

kathy a. said...

OUCH, Redzils! Finger wounds are the worst -- too many nerve endings. Sending some virtual antibiotic gel, fingertip bandaids, and thin mints. Maybe hospital style gloves for wet situations, too?

W: Totally ridiculous amount of reading to do this week. I should ignore the internet entirely. [ha.]

liz said...

AW: Leftover roasted duck and potatoes in my lunch bag.

W: Lunch is 3 hours away.

Days said...

AW: It's lunch time and I'm hungry.

W: No roasted duck here.

W: Thursday morning was spent at the walk-in clinic for my oldest daughter and myself(Strep throat! Boo!). Thursday afternoon was spent having my car towed off the side of the road when the fuel pump bit the dust as I went to the pharmacy.

AW: All is well now. The ABX have done their job and the car is repaired without much of a financial cost at all.

AW: All the kids are in school/pre-school this afternoon.

kathy a. said...

WWWWW: failure of the favorite bras. wildly misfitting backup bras, same style and size, but not the cotton-friendly-forgiving version, which became no longer available the second i decided This Was The One. apparently my sizing was wrong those years ago, and that situation hasn't gotten better. bumping up in band and cup = not sufficient to the magnitude of sizing failure. i hate the mall, and especially the lingerie departments thereof.

AW: online shopping! selection! only the cats need see the embarassing results! free returns/exchanges!

W: this process is not getting my bra problem solved swiftly.

Sue said...

Ouchies to Redzils and Remembering What It's All About votes for kathy a.

AW: I agree on the online shopping delight. What did we ever do without it?

Days: no roasted duck!!! That's just wrong. I'm sure Liz will share...

Anti-Whine: Dr. WhatHeadache is sitting at my dining room table going over hubby's last round of blood tests and CT scans for his diabetes and MS stuff. So far, all's well - tests all looking really good.

Whine: Dr. WhatHeadache is sitting at my dining room table and I'm not allowed to go and throw anything at him. Hubby asked me not to do that. Thought it might not be a good idea. WTF?

Anti-whine: Dr. WhatHeadache makes house calls for my beloved. That's nice. I'll give the rat bastard doc that much.

purple_kangaroo said...

Major flare. That lovely feel-like-I-got-hit-by-a-truck feeling. And I can't seem to stop stressing about something, which of course is only making the flare worse.

KLee said...

Redzils and I are obviously occupying the same "psychic" plane, since I mangled not one, BUT TWO fingers on the Titan peeler yesterday. And all I wanted to do was make mashed potatoes for my family.

I also echo your whine on the Band-Aid front. It's also REALLY hard to peel potatoes with Band-Aids on.

We discovered a leak in our yard the Friday before Easter. I called the city to have them come assess the leak, seeing if it might be their problem. Four days go by. Meanwhile, the extra kitteh is now dipping her paws in the ever-widening wet spot in our yard. I call the city, and they say it's on our side of the property line, and therefore our hassle. I tell the dispatcher that it would have been nice to know this on the day that they actually INSPECTED it. Muddle through, knowing the water bill is going to be sky-high.

It finally gets fixed, albeit a somewhat jury-rigged fix, yesterday. It was only $224 -- could have been SOOO much worse.

Headaches are returning. I need to go to the doc and see about better meds.

Had to listen to my mother about my "poor political choices" on Easter. I voted for Obama -- which one of us REALLY made the poor choice?! It's scary how Republican she's gone on me these days. She even has a "Sorry Yet?" Obama-themed bumper sticker on her car. Sad. And scary as hell.

Monica said...

W: Mini's beautiful hair is all falling out :(
AW: Get a grip, esperanza! Her *hair* is the biggest worry you have! At this point, Sweet Baboo was just getting out of the NICU.

I'll chime in with the online shopping--I ordered a swimsuit. I don't know if it's a whine or not till it comes and I can try it on.

esperanza said...

well, shoot. That's me up there.

kathy a. said...

days -- glad everyone's better!

big hugs to PK and KLee about the flares/pain. and KLee, seriously? yard leak of doom AND family political talk of doom in the same week?? ugh.

sue -- well, that's a sticky place to be, with dr. whatheadache being so good and decent to your beloved. [and so utterly unsuited to your personal needs, to the extent that he is on the permanent cluestick roster.]

esperanza -- a lot of baboos lose their initial hair! take photos!

Sue said...

((((PK and KLee)))) - pain sucks. It just does.

Whine: Zit the size of a small Caribbean island on my chin. What, am I thirteen? Gah.

purple_kangaroo said...

Virtual staying-stuck-on bandages to Redzils, and I second the what-it's-all-about vote for Kathy a. Hugs to all the other pixies, and cluesticks to all headaches and other ailments.

KLee said...

Late addendum to whine -- apparently the Leak of Doom (tm) is *not* fixed after all. Husband hears pipes gurgling that should not be.

Now I have to call the plumber out. Again! He had BETTER not charge me again!

esperanza said...

cuts and pains and leaks, oh my. It's already a busy week in whining world.

I'll add one: my sewing machine and I are having a major disagreement about a buttonhole. Sewing is apparently my creative outlet since I'm not writing sermons (nor sitting with butt-on-couch).

AW: I got off my duff after my whining last week and sent off an email and already have 5 preaching gigs this summer. Apparently there aren't too many substitute preachers out here in the country. Yes, they'll pay. Peanuts, but they'll pay.

AW of a much bigger variety: Sweet Baboo *loves* preschool. And (as predicted and desired) it's helping with her speech! Speech therapist was impressed with her progress today. Yippee!

liz said...

I would gladly have shared my duck with you all!

W: Duck all gone.

AW: Eating leftover meatloaf and rice for lunch today.

Anonymous said...

I think this week the universe is trying to tell me I'm an idiot....

Today, trying to clean out tin cans for a science experiement with kindergarteners tomorrow, I noticed one can had a little bit of metal poking up along the rim. I tried to poke it down with my thumb, while thinking, "Is this little thing sharp enough to cut a little finger tomorrow?" Answer from the universe: "Yes, and furthermore, duh!"

It is surprisingly hard to type with an owie on your thumb.

And, while finishing taxes I realized I goofed last year and have to file an amended return. The good news is that it doesn't affect amount owed, but would screw us up royally in the future if we didn't fix it. Talked to one reallly nice guy on the tax help line, and then told another guy to stop being snippy with me. Hope they don't have caller ID.....

Hugs to those with other booboos, or exhaustion, or leaks of any kind....

And Liz, your comments are making me hungry!!!!! Your lunches sound delicious!

:) Neighbor Lady

esperanza said...

NL, I would *so* do something exactly like that. (The tin can, not the doing of my own taxes!).

I would like to amend my earlier potential whine to say--woot!--the online swimsuit ordering is an ANTIwhine. It fits! Well, as much as any swimsuit can fit the lactating, post-partum among us.

Sue said...

Sad whine: I stopped by the church this afternoon despite being "off" this week for study leave. Our secretary is also off so I've been going over to bring the mail in.

The phone rang while I was there, so of course I answered. A dear friend who has been so good to hubby (took him out fishing after he fitted his boat with a special seat for hubby) was found drowned in a nearby river.

He was fishing for rainbow trout, which means he was standing in a running stream. The assumption is that the current took him down and he couldn't get himself back out of the water.

I spent the afternoon with the family. They are all in shock. I don't think it's quite hit me yet either. I just saw him last week and all I can think of is his big smile.

purple_kangaroo said...

Oh Sue! So sorry for all concerned.

I just came by to whine that 9-year-old with leukemia is being directed by his doctors to hospice as the best option at this point. Hospice.

Sue said...

Oh PK - how awful! My condolences to all.

Anonymous said...

Oh Sue, hugs to you.
And hugs to PK--how horribly hard. Hospice should just never be the best option for a nine year old.
Hugs to you both.
--Neighbor Lady

kathy a. said...

((( sue ))) it is so shocking to lose someone unexpectedly.

((( PK ))) such terrible news; such a young kid.

i think a lot of hospice, and hope they are able to bring comfort to your young friend, and support to his family during this awful time.

love and hugs to all. oxoxox

KLee said...

I feel so awful and petty for whining about such trivial matters when people around us are losing loved ones. It sort of puts it all into perspective, doesn't it?

Yes, my pipes busted, and it cost a small mint, but we have our health, my family -- and each other, and that's truly God's blessing for me. In light of PK and Sue's grieving, I resolve to not sweat the small stuff so much, and pay more attention to the beauty in my life.

Sue said...

You know KLee - I hear you, but this is free-whineage space. It *does* suck that your pipes burst and that your head hurts (oy, don't even get me started on Teh Headache!).

And it's OK to whine about it here. This just happens to be Sad Whine Week here in pixie-land, but I would never, ever, want to minimize the significance of a good boob whine or cat pook. Those thing matter here too!!!!

Keep whining pixies!!

liz said...

Sending my love. Finding it hard to love a universe where 9 year olds are needing hospice. Going to hug my son tight now.

esperanza said...

So sorry, p_k and Sue.

And KLee, you've reminded me of something I had completely blocked out of my memory. On the day that Sweet Baboo finally got out of the NICU, at approximately the middle of the night our first night at home, I looked out the front window and our front yard was flooded. You'd be surprised what "I just brought my premature baby home from the hospital" will do to get a plumber's butt crack in gear.

kathy a. said...

oh, esperanza. what a memory! ya done good.

sue has it right about this being "free-whineage space." those things that will pass in time, those silly whines -- we do not take those as diminishing in any way the really serious things that happen to us or loved ones, or mean them disrespectfully.

KLee said...

Oh, I have no problem about utilizing the WW for its proper intended use, but it all seems so trivial when compared with imminent mortality, you know?

Just not this week. Instead, it inspired me to write a blog post, which I have not done for lo these many moons.

purple_kangaroo said...

Please, do whine the silly whines. It helps to remind us that there is normalcy in the world.

purple_kangaroo said...

Oh, and NL . . . last week or sometime recently (I have a terrible sense of time), I was setting a mouse trap and was trying to figure out if/how it worked. So I stuck my finger in it. Yeah.

kathy a. said...

PK for the mousetrap award.

amy said...

PK for the mousetrap award, for sure! It's a snap!

Too tired to whine right now. Will be back in the morning, but I'm sending my hugs to everybody. Sue, PK, what a sad, sad time. :(

purple_kangaroo said...

I just very lightly touched the trigger with my finger. It worked. :)

Anonymous said...

Oh, ouch PK....and thanks for saving me from having to test that one myself, because I am quite confident it would be something I might do....
And Amy...it's a snap......love it!
:)NL

Sue said...

*putting on Princess Leia cinnamon danish hair*

"Help me pixies. You're my only hope"

Ok - so I've got the funeral organized for Monday. Everything is under control. The family has my home number, the number of the hotel where I'm staying, and my cell number. I'm supposed to leave tomorrow afternoon for a three-day workshop about three hours from here.

I told the family that I had absolutely no problem canceling out on the conference if they wanted me in town. They said, no, I should go ahead - all of the family has gathered in and they have plenty of support. If they have questions/concerns about the service (which is on Monday) - they know how to reach me.

Hubby - no help at all. He said "Do whatever feels right."

Dear Pixies: Do I stay or do I go?

esperanza said...

Sue: I say go.

New whine: Sweet Baboo bark, carseat

kathy a. said...

well -- will the conference be good for you? will you see friends, get energized? is staying in a hotel with no immediate worries a secret pleasure? yes to any of those weigh in favor of going; stressballs of travel and worry weigh against. it is OK to be selfish and use your own private priorities in deciding this. also, if you go, to skip sessions.

ack, esperanza! pook in car seat, ugh.

Sue said...

Yes, I've decided to go. I don't leave until the afternoon and will check in with the family in the morning. If they go for a family viewing of the deceased, they would like me to go with them. If that's going to happen at all, it will be around 10:00 am, so that works.

Yes, the conference is one that I've really been looking forward to a lot. The speaker is great and all of the people that are attending are fun and will have lots of good input in the discussions.

And yes. Two nights in a nice Inn only a few feet from the waterfront? Sweeeeeeeet. Granted, I have some work to do in the evenings on the funeral, but what better place to reflect than on the shores of Lake Superior?

esperanza - ick on the bark. Just ick.

kathy a. said...

how utterly embarassing. i confused bark with pook. my bad, esperanza!

esperanza said...

I can see how that would be confusing, kathy a. No worries.

purple_kangaroo said...

Yes, Sue . . . you should go. ((hugs))

Sue said...

kathy a - pook and bark are often confused - sometimes for the most unfortunate reasons.

kathy a. said...

sue, i was about to make an unfortunate species-ist comment about dogs, but i'll refrain.

in my defense, pixie is a second language. and what's really been happening this week is, i've been reading piles and mountains and stacks of paper, under deadline, and my brain turned into something resembling KLee's yard.

AW: i got sleeeeep!! and CLICK! PING! a good way of conceptualizing this project from hell popped into place, finally. and yay, this piece of it will be finished next week.

esperanza said...

kathy, I think you are right that it was a simple translation error. "Pook" in pixie ("poop" in English) sounds remarkably like "puke" in English, for which the proper pixie term is "bark," resembling "barf" in English.

I cannot believe I just wrote that sentence, and that I understand it.

kathy a. said...

oooh, vote for esperanza for the brilliant linguistic analysis!

on the subject, i'm disqualified from "remembering what it's all about" regarding my bra failures, because that refers specifically to nursing whines, not general boobage complaints.

we're gonna need a fireplacing dictionary soon...

liz said...

No, the "remembering what it's all about" was boobs in general and cold offices in particular.

liz said...

If I remember correctly.

kathy a. said...

what, we can't even remember what it was all about anymore?

my small research on the origins of the phrase points to nursing whines, but now i have another whine. dr. corndog's song, "baby, we were born to whine" has apparently been lost to the cruel intertoobs.

Anonymous said...

heehee--
I read that last sentence as cruel interboobs....
heehee
don't know why, but that just makes me laugh...

--Neighbor Lady
:)

purple_kangaroo said...

Since we're on the topic, a guy on my FB friend list favorited or liked or whatever it is, "touching boobs". Which, yeah, I'm sure most guys like, but did you REALLY need to post about it for the whole world to see on FaceBook? Although it's not nearly as bad as some others I've seen.

kathy a. said...

to every thing [turn, turn, turn],
there is a season [turn, turn, turn]...

a time to whine, a time to anti-whine,
a time to hope, a time to grieve,
a time to plant, a time to reap,
a time to "friend," and a time to de-friend...

Sue said...

I vote esperanza for Official Pixie Professor of Fireplacing Linguistics.

Yay for sleep!!! (I always cheer for a good nap)

Anti-whine: I've arrived in Conference town. Nice drive along the lake. I love it when I can sing really badly and loudly and there's no one to complain.

Whine: Where the hell am I????? There's still SNOW on the fireplacing ground here. Didn't anyone tell this town it was, you know, SPRING??????

Anti-whine: hotel is very nice. And just the quiet I need tonight.

KLee said...

Daughter has audition for Prestigious Art High School tomorrow morning, bright and early! Wish her luck, pixies. She's nervous and wants to get in SOOOO badly.

And, since it's a public high school (read: free, for the most part) and has EXCELLENT test scores and rates of scholarships earned per student, Mama really wants her to get in, too.