Today is Saturday. I was going to give myself the day and take a road trip to see the fall colors.
Instead, I’m on day three of a migraine. Because we’ve got clouds. And a pressure system passing through.
Migraines can eat a dick.
Even with meds, I just don’t feel good enough to drive and listen to loud music.
So, I’m having lunch with the flyboy. And I may go see the Spazmatics tonight.
Depends on how I feel.
Tomorrow may be a road trip. It may be me vegging on the couch watching football.
I’ll decide tomorrow.
Showing posts with label Migraines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Migraines. Show all posts
Owiee
I’ve got a headache today.
I’ve taken everything I can take, including my prescription migraine meds.
I’ve eaten.
I’ve slept.
I think it’s a low pressure headache. And I just want to lay down and sleep. But I’m at work and can’t do what I wanna do.
Boo.
That time I got drugged
I went to a fun party last night. Fun party is code for adult toy party. I picked my friend up at her house and we hit the road. At the party, I started to get a headache. I took a couple Excedrin Migraine pills but by midnight, they weren’t helping at all. We left the party and we drove back to my friend’s house. She said she had a Midren her mom uses for migraine headaches and offered me one. I have never taken Midren before so I said I’d only take half because I had to drive home still and some of the migraine meds make me really sleepy or really sick. It’s a pick your poison thing, raging headache for three days or puke your guts out for an hour and then sleep for seven hours. I took a half and put the other half in my pocket in case I needed it when I got home.
We sat there dividing up what was purchased and since I paid with my check, friend and the other friend who went were writing me checks for their share. Within a half hour the headache was starting to subside. We were sitting there gossiping and talking. It was around 1:00 a.m. As we were talking, I noticed my speech was beginning to slur so I said I had better get my ass home before I couldn’t drive. My friend’s husband asked what I was on and his wife explained that she had given me a half of the Midren that was in the cupboard. He said “was it the white pill wrapped in cigarette cellophane?” and she said yes. He said “HOLY SHIT!! That wasn’t a Midren. That was an OxyContin!”
THANK GOD I didn’t take the whole thing!
I don’t take pain pills because they make me sick as hell. With the exception of migraines, I will endure the pain of my injury before I take pills. I took Lortab for a week while waiting for my gallbladder surgery and vowed never again to take another pain medication. That week is mostly a blur to me but I remember the headache that set in on the second day and didn’t leave until well after my surgery.
I drove home paranoid as hell. Totally afraid that I would get pulled over and get a driving under the influence ticket. And how the hell do I explain THAT to TheMan? My friend calling every 15 minutes until I got home
My brother saw me walk in and asked how much I had to drink. I said "nothing" as I stumbled to the couch and slumped onto it. He said why are your eyes so glossy? I started to say "hrffsg ahy slbpel" and fell asleep.
I woke up on the couch this morning with the worst fucking headache of my life. Not a migraine. An intense throb in the back of my head and my mouth felt like I had 87 cotton balls stuffed in there. I have felt like shit all day long.
At least now I know I can cross drug addict off my list of things to do if this whole law school thing doesn’t work out.
Calories Smalories
So apparently I'm fat. Not P H phat either. Fat like yea, 8 (Drama#3) will be tall and skinny like dad and I'll be short and fat like my mom ~ Drama#2 fat.
I had to fight the urge to kick her right down the stairs. I mean really. I'm not fat. I'm big boned. I just happen to have bigger bones now than I did 15 years ago.
In all reality though, I do weigh about 30 lbs more than I want to. The problem I (and countless other American's have) is that I'm lazy. I mean, seriously, I could get up and use the really expensive quilt holder. I could. Instead of flipping through 256 channels and proclaiming there is nothing on, I could go walk for a few minutes rather than watching the mating ritual of a clover beetle on the Discovery channel. I know I need to change. Now, I need to get right in my head and actually MAKE a change.
Easier said than done.
Take yesterday for instance. I committed the cardinal sin of grocery shopping. I went to the store hungry. Shouldn't that be the 11th commandment? Thou Shalt Not Shop on a Hungry Tummy! (spoken in a loud, thundering voice from above)
Not only did I have a killer migraine, I needed milk and bread and some more allergy pills and vitamins. So I went to the grocery store. Where I grabbed milk, bread and Oreos, wafer cookies, two sandwiches for lunch, a coke for work, a bag of Parmesan/garlic pita chips, toilet paper and a package of cinnamon crisps (OMG!! they take a perfectly good cinnamon roll, then they roll it out flat as a pancake, pour on another 1/2 cup of brown sugar/cinnamon mix, then bake until bubbly golden brown. It gives my tongue an orgasm). How can I, a mere mortal, be expected to resist such temptation?
I don't even know why I bought the Oreos. I don't like them. I put them in the cookie jar and let the kids fight over them. Same with the wafer cookies. I only like the vanilla ones. Nothing like a mouth full of sugar and lard. Mm mm good. A family who eats crap together, stays together. That will be my new motto. That is if I can find the energy to stand up and say it out loud what with the sugar coma I will be inducing this week. I have to change chairs now. My ass has overgrown this one.
I love sleep
Really. I do.
Saturday, I had a headache all day long. It woke me up at 6:30 a.m. and I couldn't go back to sleep. Not quite a migraine, but painful enough that I took something for it when I woke up. Throughout the day, I took some Excedrin Migraine, then later a Flexural and even later a cocktail of Sudafed and some more Excedrin Migraine. None of which took away the pain.
I tried to take a nap, but I can't sleep when I have a headache.
I didn't have a date night because it hurt so bad. We just went to bed. I didn't even want to watch movies.
Sunday, I woke up with it again, but far less severe. Yesterday it was the same story. It was there, just enough that I knew I had a headache and to wear on my nerves.
There is something about constant headache pain that just wears me down. I start getting grumpy and short with the family. I don't want to eat. I'm more tired than normal. Food doesn't taste good. I'm more irritable at work and basically, after a while, I get down right bitchy.
So last night, I said fuck this and I took two Benadryl (because when I get the headache, I get all stuffy too but it's not a sinus headache in case you're wondering), two Excedrin Migraine, and I went to bed. At 8:30 p.m.
And I woke up this morning at 7:30 a.m.
I slept like I was in a coma. I barely remember TheMan telling me goodbye this morning. I got ELEVEN hours of sleep.
I feel fanfuckingtastick. Except that my head still hurts a little. Right on top. I think I have a hangover headache from all the drugs I've consumed in the past four days and lack of caffeine.
Good night
Dust is my main allergen. Pollen is my second worst allergen. Every fucking farm within 20 miles of me is plowing, planting, pollinating or otherwise fucking up my ability to breathe.
Thus, I woke up with a raging headache. Not quite a migraine. But it is getting there.
Today I have taken Claritin, five Sudafed, two Midol, and two Excedrin Migraine. Then I slammed a coke (thinking I needed caffeine) and ate a chocolate chip cookie (because chocolate cures all). None of that worked.
I fired the receptionist when I got here this morning. I do not miss her.
I had eleven interviews scheduled today. All but two showed up. I have two more schedules for Monday morning.
I am going home and going to bed.
Have a good weekend.
More Weirdnesssssssss
Another weird dream last night. I think there were two but they sorta ran together so I am not really sure.
The first one, I was in my room and someone brought in this big ass python. This thing was 12 to 15 feet long. Its head was like, eight or nine inches long and five to six inches wide. The person (whose face I never see) was holding it and the snake was coiled around his arm. He kept telling me to pet it. So I did and then the snake tried to coil around me. I moved and suddenly there was this other guy behind me to stop the snake from coiling around my body and strangling me. Soon, I held out my arm and the snake was on my arm and I was petting it and then I was in a car, with the snake and the same faceless guy. The snake kept trying to get on my dashboard to lay but I was afraid it would slither into one of the heat vents so I kept grabbing it and pulling it toward me. Then I grabbed it, put it back on my arm and suddenly the snake had fur and it wasn’t a snake anymore but rather, a medium sized cougar. It growled at me and kept jumping up on the dash board to lay in the sun.
Then we were out of the car thing, back in my room and the cougar kept trying to get on the dash board but we were in a room because we were standing up and then, suddenly, I was in the truck driving with TheMan.
Weird. Very weird.
We were driving around in Arizona and we came upon this street full of houses with Christmas lights still on them. And there was snow everywhere. For whatever reason, I made TheMan stop at one house and I went up and knocked on the door. A woman answered and I was telling her how much I loved her decorations and I was wondering if any were for sale. She said I could buy the whole yard for eight thousand dollars but I didn’t want that much stuff. I only wanted this pretty rope thing that was wine and gold colors braided and strung on a small pepper tree that was mostly covered in snow but the lights that were strung had melted the snow so I could see the braid thingy. Then I saw some red and white stripped socks and I wanted them too and she went into her house to get something and the next thing I know, TheMan and I are driving around in his old truck with my little brother.
What the fuck?
So we are driving around and we are going to eat and we are talking and we are driving past Robinson Bro’s car lot on State Street in Murray, Utah. I was looking out the window for this guy I used to know (Monica: Super Dave) who worked there but I didn’t see him and then we pulled into a parking lot and suddenly, I am out of the truck because TheMan had attempted to cut through a parking lot but they had put up these pole barrier things to stop people from cutting through and TheMan was out of the truck moving the poles and the steel plates they had on the ground and checking for those tire popper things and while he was doing that, I am watching this really souped-up pickup truck try to pull through what looks like a car wash or lube/oil place but its mufflers are sticking out the side of the truck and they are a weird L shape and the muffler hooked on the side of the wall thing and I kept waiting for the noise of the muffler falling off or the truck to stop moving but the truck just kept on going and the muffler (which was apparently made of kryptonite or some shit) pulled the wall of the place into itself and turned it the building into a strange U shape.
Huh?
Then I woke up with a hellacious headache that for a few hours turned into an almost migraine and I had to throw up in the gross assed filthy bathroom on this floor and I came back to lay in my office and sleep for a hour and I took a handful of sudafed and excedrin migraine and slammed two cokes in a row before I felt good enough to do some work and post this weird ass entry.
The first one, I was in my room and someone brought in this big ass python. This thing was 12 to 15 feet long. Its head was like, eight or nine inches long and five to six inches wide. The person (whose face I never see) was holding it and the snake was coiled around his arm. He kept telling me to pet it. So I did and then the snake tried to coil around me. I moved and suddenly there was this other guy behind me to stop the snake from coiling around my body and strangling me. Soon, I held out my arm and the snake was on my arm and I was petting it and then I was in a car, with the snake and the same faceless guy. The snake kept trying to get on my dashboard to lay but I was afraid it would slither into one of the heat vents so I kept grabbing it and pulling it toward me. Then I grabbed it, put it back on my arm and suddenly the snake had fur and it wasn’t a snake anymore but rather, a medium sized cougar. It growled at me and kept jumping up on the dash board to lay in the sun.
Then we were out of the car thing, back in my room and the cougar kept trying to get on the dash board but we were in a room because we were standing up and then, suddenly, I was in the truck driving with TheMan.
Weird. Very weird.
We were driving around in Arizona and we came upon this street full of houses with Christmas lights still on them. And there was snow everywhere. For whatever reason, I made TheMan stop at one house and I went up and knocked on the door. A woman answered and I was telling her how much I loved her decorations and I was wondering if any were for sale. She said I could buy the whole yard for eight thousand dollars but I didn’t want that much stuff. I only wanted this pretty rope thing that was wine and gold colors braided and strung on a small pepper tree that was mostly covered in snow but the lights that were strung had melted the snow so I could see the braid thingy. Then I saw some red and white stripped socks and I wanted them too and she went into her house to get something and the next thing I know, TheMan and I are driving around in his old truck with my little brother.
What the fuck?
So we are driving around and we are going to eat and we are talking and we are driving past Robinson Bro’s car lot on State Street in Murray, Utah. I was looking out the window for this guy I used to know (Monica: Super Dave) who worked there but I didn’t see him and then we pulled into a parking lot and suddenly, I am out of the truck because TheMan had attempted to cut through a parking lot but they had put up these pole barrier things to stop people from cutting through and TheMan was out of the truck moving the poles and the steel plates they had on the ground and checking for those tire popper things and while he was doing that, I am watching this really souped-up pickup truck try to pull through what looks like a car wash or lube/oil place but its mufflers are sticking out the side of the truck and they are a weird L shape and the muffler hooked on the side of the wall thing and I kept waiting for the noise of the muffler falling off or the truck to stop moving but the truck just kept on going and the muffler (which was apparently made of kryptonite or some shit) pulled the wall of the place into itself and turned it the building into a strange U shape.
Huh?
Then I woke up with a hellacious headache that for a few hours turned into an almost migraine and I had to throw up in the gross assed filthy bathroom on this floor and I came back to lay in my office and sleep for a hour and I took a handful of sudafed and excedrin migraine and slammed two cokes in a row before I felt good enough to do some work and post this weird ass entry.
You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family
I’m really cranky right now.
Partly because I have a left over migraine from yesterday.
Partly because I’m stressed from work.
Partly because the holidays are coming and I’m not thrilled about that just yet.
Mostly though, because my sister is a big fucking twat.
Those of you who’ve been reading me since before my name change may remember my sister the crackwhore (as we affectionately refer to her), who used my identity to get arrested for prostitution, possession and paraphernalia. Not once, but FIVE times. She caused me a lot of pain and anguish and, quite frankly, embarrassment that continues to crop up even today, four years later.
I almost lost my foster care license when she was arrested the last time and I had to go get finger printed and write out a whole statement about how it wasn’t me. I had to go to court to appear and get the judge to actually change the charges into her name, from mine, but learned that day that I will always be an alias of hers and if I ever get into trouble and they run my name, she will show up as an alias of mine. AS IF! Last year I was denied a tax credit as a student because of my FELONY CONVICTION that she gave me for my birthday. Most recently, my boss told me that I’ll have to disclose the arrests and final disposition when I make my formal application to law school and there is a very good chance that I’ll be denied entry if I don’t have good proof that IT WASN’T ME! Finally, I learned that it will cost between $50 and $500 to expunge MY ARREST RECORD to have my name cleared. People, I’ve never been arrested, questioned, handcuffed (well, except for that one time with that one guy....)
Moving on...
Imagine how hard it was for me to take the high road tonight when she called to bitch about how my mom has ruined her life and the life of our youngest sister.
My mom and her husband had a gas bill in my youngest sisters name at sometime during the past five years (Apparently, and this isn’t the first time this has happened either, my parents had their gas shut off and rather than pay that bill, they had it turned back on in one of us kids’ names. I personally paid over $2,000 to various gas, lights, water, cable, newspaper and milk delivery bills when I turned 21. All of which were in my name, unknown to me of course.
Crackwhore is pissed and had the nerve to call my mom and bitch her out for ruining our youngest sisters credit. She demanded that my mom take steps to fix this problem so little sis can get gas in her own name (because her live-in-boyfriend has a bill and won’t pay it). Crackwhore called the gas company, posed as my little sis (she is good at posing), found out that since little sis was a minor when the bill was incurred, the only way to dispute it is to call the police and make a report. Of course, she called my mom and told her all of this then proceeded to bitch about how because of this, my mom is ruining the holidays for her and she just doesn’t know what to do.
Of course my mother and her husband should fix the problem. They should pay their fucking bills. They should stop using the people around them, including their children. They should grow the fuck up. However, they are adults and make their own choices. We all do. Someday it will all catch up to them.
In the meantime, it was so hard for me NOT to remind her of the little story about the pot calling the kettle black. Instead, I told her it wasn’t her business and to stay out of it. Then she had the nerve to ask me to call my mom or at least tell her how to handle the situation. I told her I wasn’t doing shit. Not my place and not my business. If it weren’t for my dysfunctional self inflicted brain fart idea that somehow I NEED TO SAVE THE WHOLE DAMNED WORLD AND MAINTAIN THE PEACE IN THE FAMILY AND PLAY THE MEDIATOR ALL THE TIME I’d wash my hands of the whole fucking lot of them.
I swear to God I was switched at birth and somewhere, some place, my real family is looking for me.
Partly because I have a left over migraine from yesterday.
Partly because I’m stressed from work.
Partly because the holidays are coming and I’m not thrilled about that just yet.
Mostly though, because my sister is a big fucking twat.
Those of you who’ve been reading me since before my name change may remember my sister the crackwhore (as we affectionately refer to her), who used my identity to get arrested for prostitution, possession and paraphernalia. Not once, but FIVE times. She caused me a lot of pain and anguish and, quite frankly, embarrassment that continues to crop up even today, four years later.
I almost lost my foster care license when she was arrested the last time and I had to go get finger printed and write out a whole statement about how it wasn’t me. I had to go to court to appear and get the judge to actually change the charges into her name, from mine, but learned that day that I will always be an alias of hers and if I ever get into trouble and they run my name, she will show up as an alias of mine. AS IF! Last year I was denied a tax credit as a student because of my FELONY CONVICTION that she gave me for my birthday. Most recently, my boss told me that I’ll have to disclose the arrests and final disposition when I make my formal application to law school and there is a very good chance that I’ll be denied entry if I don’t have good proof that IT WASN’T ME! Finally, I learned that it will cost between $50 and $500 to expunge MY ARREST RECORD to have my name cleared. People, I’ve never been arrested, questioned, handcuffed (well, except for that one time with that one guy....)
Moving on...
Imagine how hard it was for me to take the high road tonight when she called to bitch about how my mom has ruined her life and the life of our youngest sister.
My mom and her husband had a gas bill in my youngest sisters name at sometime during the past five years (Apparently, and this isn’t the first time this has happened either, my parents had their gas shut off and rather than pay that bill, they had it turned back on in one of us kids’ names. I personally paid over $2,000 to various gas, lights, water, cable, newspaper and milk delivery bills when I turned 21. All of which were in my name, unknown to me of course.
Crackwhore is pissed and had the nerve to call my mom and bitch her out for ruining our youngest sisters credit. She demanded that my mom take steps to fix this problem so little sis can get gas in her own name (because her live-in-boyfriend has a bill and won’t pay it). Crackwhore called the gas company, posed as my little sis (she is good at posing), found out that since little sis was a minor when the bill was incurred, the only way to dispute it is to call the police and make a report. Of course, she called my mom and told her all of this then proceeded to bitch about how because of this, my mom is ruining the holidays for her and she just doesn’t know what to do.
Of course my mother and her husband should fix the problem. They should pay their fucking bills. They should stop using the people around them, including their children. They should grow the fuck up. However, they are adults and make their own choices. We all do. Someday it will all catch up to them.
In the meantime, it was so hard for me NOT to remind her of the little story about the pot calling the kettle black. Instead, I told her it wasn’t her business and to stay out of it. Then she had the nerve to ask me to call my mom or at least tell her how to handle the situation. I told her I wasn’t doing shit. Not my place and not my business. If it weren’t for my dysfunctional self inflicted brain fart idea that somehow I NEED TO SAVE THE WHOLE DAMNED WORLD AND MAINTAIN THE PEACE IN THE FAMILY AND PLAY THE MEDIATOR ALL THE TIME I’d wash my hands of the whole fucking lot of them.
I swear to God I was switched at birth and somewhere, some place, my real family is looking for me.
Don't try this at home
Last weekend I worked and worked and worked some more. And when I wasn’t working, I was sleeping. All week long I worked and slept. That is all I had time for. I think I ate a couple times too.
Friday I had a headache all day long. Then on my way home, there was a huge wreck on Bethany Home Road and Grand. I’m not sure what it was, but there was a horrible chemical smell permeating throughout the air and by the time I got home, my headache was a full blow migraine. I made it through dinner before I had to yak, then I fell asleep on the couch. I dragged myself to bed around 2:40 a.m.
Saturday I got up at 8a to take the dramas to brunch with their dad and his uncle. We met them at the job site in Gilbert, a 62 mile drive (one way) from our house. By the time we were done driving, eating and driving home it was 1:30 p.m. and my headache was back. I went and laid on the bed where I fell asleep until 5:30 p.m. I didn’t realize how tired I’ve been. I woke up and took the dramas to dinner because I just didn’t feel like cooking. After dinner we went shopping for dog food and some groceries. I worked until 1:45 a.m. and dragged myself to bed.
Sunday we got up and we cleaned. TheMan cooked a roast and helped clean. Since I’ve worked every day the past two weeks, my house desperately needed a deep cleaning. It was so bad, I had to use two Swiffer duster pads. Can you say gross?
Between cleaning and laundry TheMan kept asking if I wanted a quickie. I kept telling him no. I’d come in with a new load of laundry, he’d grab me and say “how about a quickie?” and I’d say “go clean something.” Finally the 23rd time he asked I acquiesced. I did a quick head check on the children, 9 (Drama#2) was watching TV and 6 (Drama#3) was on the computer and my brother was cleaning their bathroom.
We rushed into the bedroom, shut the door and locked it. I threw off my shorts and pulled my shirt over my boobs. Then I laid down on the floor because the bed was full of laundry needing folding. TheMan nonchalantly removed his jeans, kneeled down over me and said “I’m not ready.”
I stared at him. “What do you mean you’re not ready? It was your idea.” He smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said “yea, but I’m not ready.” So I said “I have to do everything. Do you want me to talk dirty to you?” (Which I’ve never done before). Before he could answer, I said (in my best porno voice ever) “oh baby, yea. Fuck me with your big, hard co...” that was all I could say out loud before I busted up laughing. There is my cute husband, hovering over me in a pushup stance, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, and I’m laughing my ass off and have tears spilling down my cheeks. I finally took my shirt and covered my head with it because I couldn’t stop laughing. When I was done laughing and I was apologizing and telling him I didn’t mean it like it sounded, he just smiled and said “how about you leave the dirty talk to me?”
Friday I had a headache all day long. Then on my way home, there was a huge wreck on Bethany Home Road and Grand. I’m not sure what it was, but there was a horrible chemical smell permeating throughout the air and by the time I got home, my headache was a full blow migraine. I made it through dinner before I had to yak, then I fell asleep on the couch. I dragged myself to bed around 2:40 a.m.
Saturday I got up at 8a to take the dramas to brunch with their dad and his uncle. We met them at the job site in Gilbert, a 62 mile drive (one way) from our house. By the time we were done driving, eating and driving home it was 1:30 p.m. and my headache was back. I went and laid on the bed where I fell asleep until 5:30 p.m. I didn’t realize how tired I’ve been. I woke up and took the dramas to dinner because I just didn’t feel like cooking. After dinner we went shopping for dog food and some groceries. I worked until 1:45 a.m. and dragged myself to bed.
Sunday we got up and we cleaned. TheMan cooked a roast and helped clean. Since I’ve worked every day the past two weeks, my house desperately needed a deep cleaning. It was so bad, I had to use two Swiffer duster pads. Can you say gross?
Between cleaning and laundry TheMan kept asking if I wanted a quickie. I kept telling him no. I’d come in with a new load of laundry, he’d grab me and say “how about a quickie?” and I’d say “go clean something.” Finally the 23rd time he asked I acquiesced. I did a quick head check on the children, 9 (Drama#2) was watching TV and 6 (Drama#3) was on the computer and my brother was cleaning their bathroom.
We rushed into the bedroom, shut the door and locked it. I threw off my shorts and pulled my shirt over my boobs. Then I laid down on the floor because the bed was full of laundry needing folding. TheMan nonchalantly removed his jeans, kneeled down over me and said “I’m not ready.”
I stared at him. “What do you mean you’re not ready? It was your idea.” He smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said “yea, but I’m not ready.” So I said “I have to do everything. Do you want me to talk dirty to you?” (Which I’ve never done before). Before he could answer, I said (in my best porno voice ever) “oh baby, yea. Fuck me with your big, hard co...” that was all I could say out loud before I busted up laughing. There is my cute husband, hovering over me in a pushup stance, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, and I’m laughing my ass off and have tears spilling down my cheeks. I finally took my shirt and covered my head with it because I couldn’t stop laughing. When I was done laughing and I was apologizing and telling him I didn’t mean it like it sounded, he just smiled and said “how about you leave the dirty talk to me?”
Thursday Thirteen
1…. I bought the dramas new swimsuits yesterday. One piece swimsuits. After the whole kissing thing, I chose not to buy Drama#2 the cute little camouflage bikini with pink straps. I just thought it was a bit too grown up for a 9 year old. It wasn’t the tank top kind but rather the two itty bitty triangle top kind. Who designs these things anyway? Why can’t kids dress like kids anymore? Makes me cranky.
2…. This morning I bought them new school uniforms. My hell, if they don’t stop growing I’m going to have to start chopping off limbs. They’ve grown a whole 2 sizes again this year. They are going to be giant amazon women if this keeps up. But they’ll be hawt. Cuz they have my genes.
3…. You know what really irritates me? Right, like there could be just one thing but work with me here. When a client settles their case, and I call to ALL of the known providers and ask for remaining account balances and/or liens, and the provider says “this account has a zero balance.” And when I say to said provider, are you sure this is a zero balance because we have settled the case and are paying all liens and balances and they then send me an original invoice showing said zero balance. This I’m good with. It is when said provider sends the client to collections for $971 that really pisses me off.
4…Drama #1 has been here since Monday. So far so good. She seems to have a good disposition and finally, she is understanding they why of things. She is on severe restriction because of the drug program in Utah. She can’t go ANYWHERE without TheMan or me. She cannot use the home phone at all. She has a cell phone but we have to take it when she goes to bed. She is so thin. She lost 11 pounds since March. She’ll probably gain it back while she is here because so far she has asked me to make her the following: Butter Spaghetti and Fried Chicken, Chicken Enchiladas, Chicken Alfredo with Garlic Bread, Pork Chops with Broccoli Cheese rice, and would I please, please, please make her Chicken Saltimbocca with garlic mashed potatoes and broccoli with my special sauce. How can she NOT gain weight eating all that?
5…. I was able to file two letters of the alphabet today. Now I only have 25 more to go. At this rate, I’ll never be done. The only upside is that I’ve got ‘piling’ separated and in the alphabetized expando file. Finally, I feel like I’ve accomplished something.
6…. Hot into the throws of passion is probably not the best time to say “Oh, honey. Did you hear that Kid Rock and Pamela Anderson were getting married?”
7…. Is it wrong that I just want my yuppy boy boss to shut the hell up?
8…. And for the damned phone to just stop ringing already?
9…. Tonight, if I don’t pass out from exhaustion, I’m going to watch Pride & Prejudice and/or Hope Floats. I love that movie. And I love Justin Matese.
10…. Tomorrow is Friday. Thank god. None too soon I may add.
11…. Saturday is my little sisters 18th birthday. She has been here all summer watching my girls and hanging out. My loser parents aren’t even coming down for the weekend. That is fucked up. They are going to deposit “some money in my checking account so I can take her out for breakfast or dinner.” WTFever.
12…. I am growing what I’m afraid is going to be one hell of a headache. I’ve been stuttering since Tuesday and today, I’ve started switching the first letters on words I’m trying to say. I get like this before a really big migraine comes on. I keep telling myself it is stress from work and lack of sleep but I think I know better.
13…. Don’t forget to stop by and see my blogmate Tina. She is way cooler than I am as far as new stuff and ideas. Really, I Recommended her.
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I had the worst migraine yesterday that I’ve had in a very long time. On top of that, Blogger was having another seizure. Hence, no Thursday Thirteen. It was the first one I’ve missed this year. So much for that goal! I’ve got a space and template in the works for a move from Blogger to WordPress with my own domain. I am hoping to figure out how to tweak those WordPress themes (aka templates) so I can at least look the same there as I do here. Hopefully I’ll have that up and running by the end of the month. We’ll see.
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I’ve been invited (and accepted) a co-author position over at All Blog Stars. The invite came anonymous so I’m a bit curious. Go check it out. If you are interested, there is a link in the header where you can send an email, ask to be included and your wish will be granted. At least, that is what I hear. There are many familiar faces over there. So go. Do it. Whaddya have to lose?
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My blog renter last week was Laci from Long, Slow, Beautiful Dance. I didn’t advertise for her as well as I should have and I feel bad that she didn’t get the love she deserves. So, if you have an extra five minutes, please do drop by her place and tell her hi. Thanks.
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This weekend there is a big race in California for RC (remote control) cars. TheMan is going. He was so sweet when he said “Ya know hun, maybe you should go with me. We didn’t go anywhere for our anniversary last month. You could go with me, we’ll have a nice dinner, maybe see the beach.” Immediately I saw through his line and asked if I should go get my boots. He said rather sheepishly, “alright. You could also help me charge the batteries, goo the tires, watch the other brackets and note my times. I am running three brackets and that is hard for just one person.” I’ve never been to a race with him. We’re leaving at 4:00 a.m. This better get me some hot monkey sex. I’m just sayin.
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