It's probably May where you live, but here it is cold and likely to rain AGAIN. Universe, I do not live in Oregon! I do not want webbed feet!
My daughter's favorite cat has been sick -- he is a delicate boy, anyway, health-wise -- but he seems to be doing a bit better this morning. He snarfed down that gourmet cat food, holding off the jealous crowd wanting in on the action. Cross fingers, knock wood.
In anti-whines, had a good talk with daughter yesterday, and she and her friend in Japan both posted tons of photos from some field trip adventures! For some reason, their class went to plant rice; everybody got muddy and laughed a lot. In the apple-doesn't-fall-far-from-the-tree department, daughter is also pictured snuggling a kitten.
What's happening up your way?
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My TMJ has caused me to chomp down hard on my cheek. OWowowowowow.
Whole right side of my face is sore and tender and painful and unhappy.
On the plus side, the shirt I'm wearing has gotten 7 compliments at last count. So...I may feel like pook but I loook mahvelous.
ooh, good shirt! sorry about the facial accident, ugh.
Whine: LOST. It is over. And I am not ready for it to be over because I have questions. Plus, I don't want to have to find a life now.
Bigger Whine: After a year of threatening, and another year of warning, our landlady has indeed evicted us. She did so with questionable legality and now I have to have a lawyer and court dates and all sorts of paperwork searches. Plus I owe her a fortune and I had to pay medical bills with my rent money.
Biggest Whine: I had a 7 day EEG. Which means that I had 26 electrodes glued to my head, attached to a big black box in a case that hung around my neck. The electrodes were wrapped in gauze. My hair, which is thick, gray and unruly curly, stuck straight up because I could not wash or brush it. I looked remarkably like the bride of Frankenstein who had recently undergone brain surgery. It was that attractive!
Anti-Whine: The weather is good and my irises are up and looking particularly fabulous.
Scene: Two sleeping Baboos. Mama on couch, asleep for five (5) minutes. Doorbell! Doorbell! Knock, knock, knock! Verizon man: "[neighbor's name] residence?" Me: No. They live across the street. Him: Is this 215? Me: Yes, but the [neighbor's name] live over there (point in case he does not understand). Him: (looks at paper) oh, 216. Mr. Fireplacing Verizon Man, you have ruined my nap, my precious nap, my one opportunity of the day. If he had awakened the Baboos, I think I might have cluesticked him good and proper.
AW: Since I was awake, I've gotten a little work done (Sunday fill-in work is starting up).
The Verizon Man is loathed around here as well. We have a big window in our living room, and once when I decided not to talk to the guy, he actually came and looked in through the window to see if I was in there. Ugh. The conversation went something like, "Are you a verizon customer?" [we're not] My response: "If you're really from verizon (and not just some creepy jerk looking in my windows), then I'm sure you can get that information. I'm not interested in talking to you." Why should it take ten minutes (literally) to get him to go away!?!?!?
Arg!
Esperanza, I feel your pain!
Liz, so sorry about the mouth pain!
Margalit, sorry things are so hard with the landlady and the medical stuff.
antiwhine: the weather is awesome here, and I am off to help Neighbor Boy ride a bike without training wheels on pavement, now that we have gotten some knee and elbow pads for confidence.
--Neighbor Lady
A whine....lemmee 'splain. No, it too much, lemmee sum up:
My job has been eliminated. I am forced with moving into a new position in a new school, which I am not happy about AT ALL. The only anti-whine that I can find is that (for now) I'm still employed.
Of course, they tell me on Friday. So, my whole weekend is spent worrying about this, and how in hell I'm going to pay for the car we just bought a month ago...
Oh KLee - what a horrible weekend. I hate this economy for making us have to say "at least we have a job." Ugh!
KathyA - I think we stole your weather. We're having a midwestern heat wave - it even broke 90. Sorry. The transition has been crazy from 50 to 90, I didn't even know where the fans were!
Esperanza - why does the Verizon guy come by? It makes me wish doorbells could be disconnected like telephones are left off the hook. Glad naptime was preserved.
Margalit - good luck with the EEG and the lawyers - not a fun combo.
Liz - A fabulous shirt can make the whole day better. And TMJ pain, ouch! (You are not making me think that if the TMJ doctor decides to treat my 8 year old's TMJ that this will all be over soon. I really want a quick fix and I am doomed.)
Whine: The amount of crying in our house will probably lead me to drinking. Then who knows, we'll end up in a country song. Seems like a bad direction.
(((margalit))) speechless here - hoping things turn around for you soon.
Liz - good shirt days are great. Sore mouth days - eh, not so much.
esperanza - doorbell/knocks at the beginning of crucial nap time??? Time for a verizon clue-sticking posse of momentous proportions.
KLee - glad you're still employed, but that sucks about the job switch.
Whine: humid here.
Anti-whine: hot enough to be humid here!!!!! In May!!!!! Weeeeeeee!
Anti-whine: I managed to run my 2-mile part of the 10 mile relay this morning.
Whine: The radio communication guy on the bike was - at one point - RIGHT behind me, speaking into the walkie talkie saying "Got the last relay runner right here. She's right in front of me." Ya. Thanks for the encouragement asshat. I gave him "Teh Look" and he stayed further behind me after that.
Heh.
Whine: Short. Slow. Legs.
Yikes, KLee. Not so good.
Sue, I say we stick a cluestick in Clueless Bike Man's wheel. That oughta slow him down. Seriously, though, I'm impressed with the running!
I forgot to update my whine of last week. Teh Tummy Ick stayed around for way too long and gave me flashbacks to the "morning" sickness. I lost weight I could not afford to lose. When your wedding ring falls OFF, it's a bad sign, no? I'm finally feeling better, I think. I hope. And no one else has gotten it, which would reflect well on our hygiene habits around here. Except I don't think we're that hygenic. Which makes me wonder how come I'm the only one that got this ick? I would feel sorry for myself except I am SOOOOO (antiwhine) thankful that neither the Baboos nor (horrible patient) Mr E got it. Tummy Ick, stay away.
[whispers quietly]Um, Esperanza? Have you POS?
[louder] Sarah, my TMJ gets worse with tension. Most times, it doesn't bother me at all. It's just a great way to gross out my son. CRACK! POP! But when I'm tense, look out! The muscles all around it shrink up and pull it all out of whack. And then it's painful out the wazoo.
Sue, I'm coming out to cluestick the bike guy. Esperanza, I'll get my employer to cluestick the errant doorbell ringer. KLee, can I come cluestick your school system?
liz, negative.
Anti-whine: I'm off today (part of my contract for the statutory holiday).
Whine: Woke up this morning to a call from the minister at Other Church. ~sigh~ What part of "Sue's off today" (which my offic admin told him) doesn't he understand? I mean, I know it's tricky stuff, this whole "not working today" thing, but still....
Anti-whine: He sounded really desperate. He's sort of been left out there to deal with this upcoming Picnic in the Park service (our church isn't participating - our Board opted out) and he's struggling with another local minister who's being a jerk about it. His call was to verify what we had said at our last clergy meeting, so that he could call and tell the other minister that she is WAY off base (and she is).
So, my day off started with work, but I'm extra glad we're not part of the Park service nonsense. Sheesh.
Anti-whine: off to read my book on the deck.
<whine/antiwhine> Boob squeezage later today--glad to be getting it over with (and remembering not to put on antiperspirant)but not looking forward to it.
Run-on-whine from last week--I tried their newfangled web appointment system. Got an email saying "you'll here from us soon with your appointment time". Waited, didn't hear. Called back--listened through the ridiculously long voice mail message extolling the web system to figure out how to talk to a person. Got a person, only to discover they had, "no record of me in the system". Hm. You sent me an email, but have no record? Some system!
Hugs to all ailing pixies! Cluesticks to napwreckers.
Back again with my whine of continuing drama-rama around dividing up the parental estate. One of the co-trustees has been a complete jerk for the past 7 months -- trying to keep pieces for himself, refusing to talk to the other co-trustee or give her paperwork, blame and excuses, etc. Hassle, delay, nasty personal barbs. He's apparently wanting to delay until a relative he hates, who is terminally ill, dies. Ppfffftttthhhh.
Cluesticking is in progress. He really can't stand that there are, like, all these picky rules he's supposed to follow in a probate situation. He wonders why everyone just doesn't trust him -- for realz! It would be hilarious if he wasn't completely ruining the life of the co-trustee and trying to steal from all the other relatives.
Money and power corrupt, that's the moral. Obviously, we will not be exchanging holiday cards once this finally gets done with.
Waiting on other people to give a nod to something I wrote.
I hate waiting.
Esperanza, I'm glad liz asked that question - it was the first thing I thought too :-)
Whine: Credit card bill of the OMG variety. Regular stuff + the infamous Rube Goldberg car breakdown + a planned but badly timed major purchase = OUCH.
AW: The possibly too early couples therapy was ok. Even helpful. I'm glad I went through with it and now I have alot to think about.
((( JenR )))
It's my birthday, and I have to work today. It's my birthday, and it's a Wednesday. WTF is up with that? Most of the time, my birthday falls on Memorial Day weekend, so I feel like I have a whole weekend of celebration AND A PARADE. WHERE IS MY PARADE? I want to feel like other people are celebrating my birth too, dangit.
Bleh. I think I'm mostly mad that I forgot to renew my plates by mail and I have to go in to do it today. Oh, and I lost the renewal form. *sigh*
Aaaaand, I forgot to update my amazon wishlist, so my husband got me something I'm not sure I want anymore. That's the bad news. The good news is that they're sandals, and I don't think they fit, so I have a reason to exchange/return them. Additional good news is that my husband seems okay with the fact that I might not want them anymore, seeing as how I just bought myself sandals two days ago (not knowing about his purchase).
Happy Birthday Amy!!! Let the Pixie Parade begin. One rule however: NO CLOWNS. *shudders*
Or mimes.
Just sayin....
(((JenR)) That particular variety of credit card bill is most unpleasant.
Liz - Ok, I'll bite. What's POS?
Emily - good luck with the waffle iron/boobage squishing. Yes, it's always good to have it done with. I usually take my deodorant with me so I can put it on as soon as I'm done.
Sue--"pee on a stick," like a pregnancy test. Because wouldn't that have been funnnnnny!?!
Sorry Sue!
KLee, I'm so sorry. That sucks.
Happy Birthday, Amy!
Emily, at least that's over with. Cluesticks to the scheduling geniuses.
AW: Last night, the sick cat finally turned a corner, started running to the kitchen to beg for special food every single time I went there, resumed his normal goofy behavior.
Sounds like a week for the cluesticks and a birthday celebration for Amy!
(((Margalit))) - What a rotten situation to be in.
Hugs to all the pixies with medical whines. I would offer up some chicken noodle soup, but it is stinkin' hot here, so popsicles will have to suffice.
AW: Long weekend! Great weather! Wonderful get-together with family, friends and a great firework show.
W: I am apparently woefully behind the times on potluck etiquette and specifically regarding the expectations of how much food one should bring. We took a dessert and a salad, at the hostess' direction, which I thought was sufficient but her daughter suggested to me that we had not brought enough and that we should limit our portions accordingly. Um... what?
AW: Potlucks seem to have a magical influence on my children which persuades them to try new foods.
Days, I don't think that *you* are the one who is woefully lacking in potluck etiquette!
Sue, yay on completing the relay!
KLee, I'm sorry--that stinks!
Amy--Happy Birthday!!!
Hugs to JenR!
Boo for boob squeezage, asshat relatives, and tummy ick!
It is hot hot hot here.
But it beats snow.
i think.
--Neighbor Lady
No need to apologize Liz - I'm a little slow on these things....I don't think they even SOLD POS device-thingys when I was pregnant back in the day.
It wasn't so long ago that they waited until "the rabbit died" because that would be gross. On the other hand, the only reason I knew early was that I worked in the lab department that did that particular test. Even then, membership had its privileges....
Whine: I am imprisoned at the church until I find out whether the gardening crew will be showing up or not. It looks as if it may rain and it's not very warm out, so they might have canceled, but I can't get anyone on the phone, so they may be enroute. Or - they may have all said "Forget it, I'm going to the cottage." In the meantime, I'm sitting here with my paperwork caught up and trying not to fall asleep before I go out and about for the afternoon.
Wow. That's really whiny, eh?
Days, I'm with NL on the potluck etiquette thought! Besides, I can't think of a potluck where there turned out to be too little food to go around. "Distribute leftovers" is part of the official potluck agenda, isn't it?
ok, Sue, now it's my turn--"the rabbit died"???
Days, I say that's plenty for a potluck, unless not everyone broght something. And I'm a preacher's wife--I know from potlucks.
back in the olden days, there actually was a pregnancy test involving rabbits, whose death signalled pregnancy. most people waited to see about clinical signs, i think. by the time i was doing babies, my OB/GYN thought the commercial kits using urine were reliable enough. but "the rabbit died" was still in common usage.
Whine: after all "the rabbit died" talk, I can't get Fatal Attraction out of my mind.
Anti-whine: it also makes me think of Aerosmith's "Sweet Emotion", which is a fine song.
W: I'm on solo Dad duty, since Rosie's spending the week in TN/KY for 2 nieces' graduations.
AW: 2 nieces are graduating from high school.
W: After a horrifically bad gig this weekend, my band has broken up.
AW: I'm kinda glad my band broke up, since the guitar player was a bit of a diva.
W: I will miss the drummer, though.
AW: Beer-battered onion rings dipped in Honeycup mustard.
Well, you learn something new everyday on teh internets. Huh.
And now I want onion rings.
yeah, pass the onion rings.
Before teh internets, we had to learn stuff on TV. I learned (from M*A*S*H) about the rabbit test and that the rabbit died either way (except on M*A*S*H because they had to use Radar's pet rabbit). Teh internets are much more efficient. (They tell me that this episode was in the sixth season of M*A*S*H and originally aired on 1/30/78)
Thanks for the sympathy on the squeezage. Sue--bringing antiperspirant with you is truly inspired. Too late for me this time, but something to remember for the future.
Additional whine (are you tired of my boobs yet:-)). When I had my first mam. the machines used real film (none of this newfangled digital stuff) and you weren't allowed to leave (or even get dressed) until the films were developed and a radiologist had checked them. It took longer, but you knew the results right away. Now there's less time undressed, but you have to wait days to hear.
It makes me a little crazy. (I know--how can you tell:-))
Totally unrelated whine: My petite daughter has been driving my car lately. This means that I have to readjust the mirrors and seat when I get in. I haven't had to do this since I shared a car with *my* parents and I'm really bad at it (esp. the side mirrors).
Sue--did you escape the church?
Days--I agree with NL and kathy a.
Amy--sending a virtual parade--we can do it on Wii Fit Plus!
Whine: I still have sweat pooling at the back of my knees and it is 9pm people!!!!! It is SOOOOO hot here today--my car thermometer said 102, but I think it was really more like 97.
No window a/c units in yet.
Aack!
Luckily, we bought lots and lots of fans for the great basement dry-out recently, and now they are set up all over the house, but still---it would be cooler to sleep outside at this point I think.
aw: at least it is cooling off.....should be 70 or so tomorrow.
w: backed out of a driveway while picking up from a play-date today, right into a car that was parked across from the driveway on that very narrow street. It was right in my blind-spot somehow I guess.
aw; the owner was very nice, and the playdate mom said she had done the same thing to him a few years ago. Poor guy. also, they just had a baby, which made me feel worse, cause the last thing you want to deal with when you have a new baby is an insurance claim.
He had a huge dent on the side of his car, and at first I practically burst into tears, even though I couldn't figure out how I could have done that, but he said that no, he had run into a pole himself, and the damage from me was just a (medium-large) dent in the corner of his bumper. WHew!
Yay for nice people in the face of adversity.
That's it from here--I'm off to aim a fan at the back of my knees.
--neighbor lady
ack, 97 degrees??!!? passing the popsicles. that's just cruel. not to mention the car bump...
Gary - sorry to hear about the band. That's harsh. Enjoy the onion rings for me. I'm allergic to onions, so I would join all of you and fill my face with delicious onion rings, but the ambulance would most certainly spoil the party.
And yes, MAJOR Anti-whine: I escaped the church because one of the gardening folks has a key to the church.
Bonus Anti-whine: I got to hold a brand new, just born this morning little baby girl. She's just so beautiful!!!
yay! new baby!
emily, i had kind of the opposite. remember the old film mams, but i had to wait days for results; same after digital. and now i have to go to the fancypants place for the digitals, and wait for the on-site radiologist to look at them -- but the quick review is special treatment, because of my sister's BC and my little weird thing that is nothing. they mess with you either way.
This afternoon it was 88 degrees in my living room but nobody would put the window air conditioner in. Nobody as in both kids, and remarkably, they both had their AC's in their bedroom windows. Non-cooperative noncompoops.
Spent half the day watching the Top Kill live feed of the oil crisis. I had absolutely NO IDEA what I was seeing most of the time, but it was oddly fascinating and I couldn't tear myself away. What a fireplacing geek I am.
And good gossip: When I was in the hospital for 7 weeks new neighbors moved into the other half of our duplex. At first it was a father and son, and then more and more men kept moving in. At one point there were 6 guys living there, and one guy build himself a bedroom in the attic. Without notifying the landlady. They all seem to be heavy drinkers and/or junkies.
So my attorney was talking to the landlady trying to get this whole eviction thing delayed, and he finds out that new neighbors paid first and security deposit in October and haven't paid a cent since. I find this both amusing because she's the world's worst landlady, and remarkable that people would have the nerve to move in knowing they weren't going to pay. She can't evict them because she doesn't have the $ to pay the constable to move them out. If it weren't so pathetic it would be funny.
Gary, I'm sorry about your band.
Sue, I LOVE holding new babies.
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