Friday, July 31, 2009
The 13-yr-old and I were walking the shores of Lake Michigan after a phenomenal storm and picking up seashells (like those to the right). Only, I knew it was a strange occurrence because those are seashells. I'm pretty sure they call them that for a reason, and I don't ever recall picking up that large of shell in the Lake. (The dream shells were ocean size, I'm aware of the smaller mussel shells available from the Lake.)
I get a call on the cell from Jason telling me to meet him at some old guy's beach house. He's apparently worried about this guy who apparently lives down the pier from his family's 100-year-old hotel that is falling into the Lake due to the previously mentioned storm. The guy looks like an older Kelsey Grammer dressed like Newman (from Seinfeld) and he's refusing to come out of the hotel because his father is going to take him on a ride. I knew from my own sound dream logic (you know when you just know things) that his father was long dead.
That's where I woke up. Not getting to find out if we could coax crazy guy out from his doom.
It was one of those dreams that makes kind of no sense to anything happening in your real life, but leaves you with the feeling of importance that should you not heed the warning, bad things will happen. Great. Just what I need.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
My sister is fine. The surgeons were able to clean up the scars decently so they would heal better and not make young children scream and run away in horror. (They wouldn't anyway, but try telling the person who had a moose on her face that.)
It has proven itself easier to deal with something that happens to me than trying to keep another from slinking down the road of depression.
Tonight, the county fair!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
I burned the holy living crap out of my finger. The middle one on the right hand. The one that handles the "i" "k" and "," keys. So I sit here pecking those keys with the index finger instead. And mouse usage is the suck!
Still not as bad as her week has been going, so no big.
For the record, "2nd Skin Moist Burn Pads" turn your finger into a very odd white zombie finger thing. Sorry, no pics available. Also, I replaced my potholders.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Well, my phone rang at 3 am, but there wasn't anybody there. Nor was the number available to be dialed back (*69). So, I blew it off as a wrong number.
This morning, my sister's father-in-law shows up with the delayed bad news.
My sister and her husband, while traveling back from their anniversary trip, had a run in with a moose. They're in the hospital, in serious but stable condition. Him with a fracture of the C-1 vertebrae, her with severe lacerations to her face and hands.
So, I spent the day calling family, and distracting her son from bad news. (I did tell him, but played video games with him when not calling.) My day was much better than waking up in another state, far away from friends and family, with pain and strangers telling you you'll need a bit of plastic surgery to repair your face, not totally sure your husband is OK.
We'll find out a better estimate of her hospital stay tomorrow, they hope. *sigh*
Really Bad Parenting Advice! The bully post had me in stitches!
Update: It occurs to me that my parents were so far ahead of this curve! They are gold medal winners in the Parent Olympics. They made me drink water out of a "thing what my dad called a hose (pretty sure lead content was higher than a toy made in China)," let me rollerskate (sad that word isn't in the spell check dictionary) and/or ride a bike without a helmet, get fresh air and sunshine without wearing sunscreen of any kind, scrapes and bruises did not ever warrant a trip to a medical facility (save broken bones, but I didn't break anything until after I was married) and I turned out OK anyway.*
Monday, July 13, 2009
He promised to get to it when we got back from vacation.
When we came back, they weren't so much weeds as misplanted flowers from the pots I got from family when I had surgery back in October.
Now, what I was hounding him to pull, I am hounding him to try to safely replant across the way in my planters. *Grin*
And, my lilies in the back have bloomed:
So, I've decided to try to list my interests when possible. There, Mom, there!
In times past, I have answered the question "So, what do you want?" with smartass items so big they probably will never be a gift. Such as:
- Be a voice in a full length animated Disney feature.
- Meet [insert celebrity here]. Currently, Alton Brown tops this list with Peyton Manning being a close second.
- Travel to Greece, Egypt, back to Ireland, etc.
- Ability to give Jason his all time favorite wish list item - a ride in an F-16. You should have seen his face listening to Bill Engvall's and then my dad's experiences. Like a kid in a candy shop!
I suppose simple ideas are what these persons are asking for, so I probably should offer up something.
I'm also loving the late night thing. Keeps me distracted while Jason falls deep enough asleep to lay off the snoring a bit so I can fall asleep.
Today, I woke up not well. The vacation had caught up with me and my stomach was letting me know. Too much walking in sand and a happy dog jumping on me at our return led to cramps much like runner's pains and slight bruising in areas that will surely give my surgeon an ulcer the size of Kansas.
So, what do I decide to eat when I'm sick? Why, tuna salad on potato bread. Not the best of choices. And what was dinner later? Why, cheesy jerk chicken enchiladas! Probably a worse choice! I think I may need to buy stock in Tums to help pay for this! At least the 13 and 11-yr-olds liked the meals, even if I'll be dying inside for a few days. Shoulda gone with the pizza, as per the old family cure!
Also probably not a good choice, but oh so irresistible, was Food Network! I am such a fan! However, the choice to send Michael home instead of Debbie on The Next Food Network Star was irritating beyond belief! She freakin' didn't do her job! And then tried to play martyr! If she ends up winning, I will refuse to watch whatever show she's on.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Watched Eagle Eye (finally) then went to Cold Stone for a Banana Caramel Crunch (with strawberries) and in walks this middle-aged gentleman (roughly 45-ish) with about six or seven teen girls and quite loudly proclaims: "I love the Jonas Brothers, how 'bout you?" and only one of the girls was horrified by it. Speculations abound. (For the record, I really enjoyed the movie AND the ice cream.)
I've only been remembering snippets from my dreams lately: Last night, the plane I was on crashed and the life raft looked like a giant inflatable Schwan's truck. (Ice cream seems to be a theme.) The night before that: I just remember the voice over (a la Wonder Years) as I woke up, "And there I was, jewelry shopping at a flea market with my husband's ex-mistress."
Those dreams just drive me batty with the not knowing what the heck I'm remembering and all. The ones that scare me are the ones I do remember filled with seperation anxiety fears of my subconscious! That's scary psyche right there! I mean, at least my subconscious could give me eye candy to look at while freaking me out, right?
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Worse yet, no power meant no fan for white noise. This was bad. You see, Jason's medication (or possibly the RA itself) causes him to channel a chainsaw (or a grizzly bear, or a grizzly holding a running chainsaw) through his nose. Whatever you want to call it, it is loud! If I wasn't already an insomniac, I most likely would be now. The snoring puts me in the precarious position of trying to deal with the cacophony (yes it is the proper word, you haven't heard it so don't judge) so as to allow him much needed sleep, saw my ears off as to allow my much needed sleep, or smothering him with his own pillow (most likely ending me in prison with other persons who snore worse). Dilemmas.
Q: If you were a lawyer again, what would you want to accomplish as a future feminist legal agenda?
JUSTICE GINSBURG: Reproductive choice has to be straightened out. There will never be a woman of means without choice anymore. That just seems to me so obvious. The states that had changed their abortion laws before Roe [to make abortion legal] are not going to change back. So we have a policy that affects only poor women, and it can never be otherwise, and I don’t know why this hasn’t been said more often.
Q: Are you talking about the distances women have to travel because in parts of the country, abortion is essentially unavailable, because there are so few doctors and clinics that do the procedure? And also, the lack of Medicaid for abortions for poor women?
JUSTICE GINSBURG: Yes, the ruling about that surprised me. [Harris v. McRae — in 1980 the court upheld the Hyde Amendment, which forbids the use of Medicaid for abortions.] Frankly I had thought that at the time Roe was decided, there was concern about population growth and particularly growth in populations that we don’t want to have too many of. So that Roe was going to be then set up for Medicaid funding for abortion. Which some people felt would risk coercing women into having abortions when they didn’t really want them. But when the court decided McRae, the case came out the other way. And then I realized that my perception of it had been altogether wrong.
Eugenics?? Really?? I thought that went out with the Nazis! Now we find a USSC justice that feels the same way.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Alright, so, I spent the last week in North Carolina. (I could have informed you I was on vacation before I left, but then I'd have been riddled with paranoid thoughts about the wrong people knowing my house was empty. As is: a freaking second hard drive from nowhere! and my PC frying.) My parents moved there a few years ago, and we have spent as much time there as humanly possible. The Outer Banks are roughly an hour from them, so we answered the beckoning call of the ocean waves and wind!
Two boys in the car for the trip equals "He's edging me out of the car, OMG, I'm gonna die when the door comes open and I fall out because he's taking up too much space!!" among other even more dramatic yells from the back seat. The 13-year-old and 11-year-old nephew made the trip interesting, to say the least. I feel for parents of multiple children who deal with this all the time. Jason's parents had 3 boys and they didn't go on family vacations more than to visit other family, usually no more than 6 hours away, and this is why. My parents had a considerable larger amount of children and we went much farther places. My parents were saints!!!
Best unintentional semi-trailer door replacement: Baby Ruth truck:
"If you taste the peanut creamy, you're tired of appetite."
Best quote from Jason:
"You ruined the lane of least resistance, because I now have to resist you."
Pictures will be linked later. As soon as I work it all out. (Translation: remove all photographic evidence of my existence.)
Saturday, July 4, 2009
If it comes out there's a scandal, then whatever. But, if she's just taking a break for a while, she really can't be blamed.
I wish she would have waited til I got back from vacation, though, so I could make a more detailed and possibly more thoughtful, though probably not, post.
Give 'em hell, Sarah!