So, I'm doing an informal survey among my married friends, mostly because I'm curious about their answers (is there really any other reason?) but also because I kind of want to know where my relationship stands on the This is Perfectly Normal Meter. If you want to take part, repost on your blog, like any other meme, or you can just email me. Unmarried/divorced/just livin' together friends, you can do this too, just alter the question to fit your needs. Leave me a comment if you do this so that I know. I'm gonna go ahead and post my answers to the questions here, because that's only fair.
Love, S
1. So...how'd ya meet? Online. This used to really embarrass me, and I'd make up some story, but whatever. Lots of people meet online now and I've gotten over myself.
2. How long did you date before you slept together? Hmm maybe I shouldn't have asked this question, or at least volunteered to answer, my mom reads this site sometimes. Oh well, dive right in. Justin and I slept together the first night we met. He tromped over to my house in the middle of the night and at first, that's all there was, sleeping, but you know I'm just so freakin' irresistible. Hear that sound? Yeah, my parents just had strokes.
3. How long before you became engaged? This is a sort of tricky question, there was never any like giant proposal with a hot air balloon ride or anything, at some point, it just became clear that we were either going to get married or continue living in sin for the rest of our natural lives. Either one would have been fine with both of us, but we think that deciding to get married was the best choice we've ever made, most of the time. We bought the ring though after we'd been together for about a year and a half.
4. Did you live together at any point before you tied the knot? Yes. I know it's not really the popular opinion among politicians and parents these days, but I really do feel like it made us better prepared for marriage. I could expound on the virtues of Living in Sin for pages but I'll leave it at: Yes, we lived together for nearly 3 years before our wedding.
5. Whether you did or didn't, how do you think this affected your relationship? Oh look I get to talk about it after all! Living together before the big day was helpful in a lot of ways. I didn't have to suddenly wake up married and realize that I was spending the rest of my life with someone who leaves his underwear in the kitchen because hey, I knew that already and I had decided to be ok with it. I didn't have the notion that somehow marriage would change Justin from Gamerboy to Husband Who Mows the Lawn Every Friday in a Golf Shirt. He knew that I wake up every morning and behave like a lunatic who can't stand to be touched or talked to for at least 7 minutes. He was also aware that on weekends, if we don't have plans, I like to sit around in my nightgown without combing my hair for 3 days and watch reruns of CSI, and he decided for himself that it was fine. No surprises.
6. How long was your engagement? About a year, if I'm being realistic. We bought the ring in May of 2005 and then we were married in May of 2006. However, we hadn't planned to get married until October 2006, so we didn't actually start planning until oh...February and then when we suddenly moved the date up I had to run around like a maniac getting things together. You can read all about it here.
7. After you got married, were you surprised by anything that your new husband/wife did? Nope. By then we'd been living together for a long time, like I said, no surprises.
8. Have you had or do you want to have kids? How many? The short answer: We don't know. The long answer: I have kind of started to feel like kids can't make things better. We're already happy now, so we don't need a child to make us happy, and what if it made us unhappy? It's not a risk I'm willing to take, you can't return a baby to the mall. If we weren't happy, a child could only make things more stressful than they already are. We certainly can't afford a baby right now, and even if we could, wouldn't that money be better spent on more pairs of shoes, video games and vacations? If we do decide to become parents, in the (far) future, we only want one.
Thanks in advance to anyone who fills this out for me, and I look forward to seeing your answers! I may post more questions later, I'll label that Research 2 or something equally clever *grin,* you can answer all of them or none of them or 2 of them, whatever. Thanks again!
Munchies
I've been watching the Food Network for 2 hours, and I'm not even ashamed.
Mostly, I keep it on for background noise, as I'm completely intolerant of anything that I have to let rest, or rise, or freeze for x amount of time, because all of those things just mean WAIT, and we all know that I have the attention span of an overstimulated toddler. I could barely stand to wait even the one minute for my microwaveable, canned gravy (did you know there even was such a thing? miracle.) to be done before slathering biscuits in it and calling it breakfast. So I'm not very inclined to pull my pork chop off the stove and let it sit around for 10 minutes. Hello? I have a dog, yes, she can reach the stove top. I don't really mind things that take a long time to cook, as long as I'm actively doing something during that time. (Except defrosting. I loathe defrosting.)
Anyway, as I was saying, I don't have the option to partake in what has become my usual hobby these past few months (which I won't be discussing here), so instead I'm sitting on the sofa, with the laptop, reading blogs and watching Food TV. The thing is, I really love to cook, and what with my love of infomercials, I have lots of gadgetry with which to experiment in the kitchen, and there are lots of things that are fast, or at least entertaining to make, so I want to be in the kitchen, being all domestic, I just can't right now.
I do not have a great love for my kitchen right now. There's not enough counter space, and the floor is, frankly, a little scary. You'll remember that I redid the kitchen floor in my last house, so, even though we went without a shower for nearly 2 years of our lives, there was a sparkly, shiny kitchen floor and I spent considerably more time in there than I do in the kitchen of our house now. It's fall now though, and very shortly I will be bitten by the baking bug, so I'm thinking that maybe I should ask the landlord if perhaps I can put in a new floor here.
Also, I just now learned what a parsnip is, (stop laughing at me) and now I really really want to do something with them. What do you make with a parsnip? And why the hell is that woman grilling orange slices?
Editors Note: I just searched for a picture to put on this post, did you know that if you
Google the word "pot" the first 5 pictures that appear are of a certain illegal plant?
Mostly, I keep it on for background noise, as I'm completely intolerant of anything that I have to let rest, or rise, or freeze for x amount of time, because all of those things just mean WAIT, and we all know that I have the attention span of an overstimulated toddler. I could barely stand to wait even the one minute for my microwaveable, canned gravy (did you know there even was such a thing? miracle.) to be done before slathering biscuits in it and calling it breakfast. So I'm not very inclined to pull my pork chop off the stove and let it sit around for 10 minutes. Hello? I have a dog, yes, she can reach the stove top. I don't really mind things that take a long time to cook, as long as I'm actively doing something during that time. (Except defrosting. I loathe defrosting.)
Anyway, as I was saying, I don't have the option to partake in what has become my usual hobby these past few months (which I won't be discussing here), so instead I'm sitting on the sofa, with the laptop, reading blogs and watching Food TV. The thing is, I really love to cook, and what with my love of infomercials, I have lots of gadgetry with which to experiment in the kitchen, and there are lots of things that are fast, or at least entertaining to make, so I want to be in the kitchen, being all domestic, I just can't right now.
I do not have a great love for my kitchen right now. There's not enough counter space, and the floor is, frankly, a little scary. You'll remember that I redid the kitchen floor in my last house, so, even though we went without a shower for nearly 2 years of our lives, there was a sparkly, shiny kitchen floor and I spent considerably more time in there than I do in the kitchen of our house now. It's fall now though, and very shortly I will be bitten by the baking bug, so I'm thinking that maybe I should ask the landlord if perhaps I can put in a new floor here.
Also, I just now learned what a parsnip is, (stop laughing at me) and now I really really want to do something with them. What do you make with a parsnip? And why the hell is that woman grilling orange slices?
Editors Note: I just searched for a picture to put on this post, did you know that if you
Google the word "pot" the first 5 pictures that appear are of a certain illegal plant?
Todd.
Oh my!!
They're (whoever is in charge of this sort of thing) making a Sweeney Todd (The Demon Barber of Fleet Street) Movie! (yes, I know there's a version with Angela Lansbury and Kelsey Grammar, but that's just a recording of the play, this is a *real movie*) AND it's got JOHNNY DEPP.
Things could not be happier. I'm so glad that there's this sudden resurrection of the Great American Musical among the Hollywood types. I could just well....sing!!
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd.
His skin was pale and his eye was odd.
He shaved the faces of gentlemen
who never thereafter were heard of again.
He trod a path that few have trod
did Sweeney Todd
the demon barber of fleet street
They're (whoever is in charge of this sort of thing) making a Sweeney Todd (The Demon Barber of Fleet Street) Movie! (yes, I know there's a version with Angela Lansbury and Kelsey Grammar, but that's just a recording of the play, this is a *real movie*) AND it's got JOHNNY DEPP.
Things could not be happier. I'm so glad that there's this sudden resurrection of the Great American Musical among the Hollywood types. I could just well....sing!!
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd.
His skin was pale and his eye was odd.
He shaved the faces of gentlemen
who never thereafter were heard of again.
He trod a path that few have trod
did Sweeney Todd
the demon barber of fleet street
Swiped
From Terroni
Hi, my name is Susan
But you can call me Pretty much whatever you want to. I've heard it all.
Never in my life have I kept a plant alive for more than a month.
When I am nervous I try to be as entertaining as possible. This usually ends in disaster.
The last song I listened to was Hallelujah by John Cale
If I were to get married right now, it would be to Well I'm currently married to Justin so we'd have to work something out with the government in order to include anyone else. At least legally.
My hair is not good at all right now. It's been brushed so it's fuzzy and pulled back into a slept in ponytail. However, in general, it's better than it's been in years, most of the time.
When I was four I was enjoying my last months of being an only child, and trying to convince my mom to name the twins Tom and Jerry.
Last Christmas I got very depressed and actually took down the tree on December 23rd. This year will be better.
I should be washing dishes, or something equally productive.
When I look down I see the laptop, and an afghan that's sort of ugly, but really warm.
The happiest recent event was seeing how happy Maybe was when I came home and saw her for the first time after working two double shifts. She acted like I'd been gone a year. It was very fulfilling.
If I were a character in Friends, I'd be out of a job, wasn't that canceled?
By this time, next year, I really have no idea how to answer this question. Usually I have more of a plan than I have at this moment. It actually sort of feels good.
My current distress is that we're a little broke right now. Just for a couple more days though.
I have a hard time understanding why I've been feeling so unmotivated.
There are these girls who are new at work, I really want them to be my friends, but I have no idea how to achieve this.
If I won an award, the first person I would tell is Justin
I want to buy lots of things, most notably, a lavender button down shirt and the new Calvin Klein perfume, Euphoria.
I plan on visiting San Diego, in 5 weeks *squeals*
If I could spend the night at any house, it would be Matthew and Shannon's, in 5 weeks. I'm also pretty fond of my own house right now. There are clean sheets on my bed.
The world could do without George W. Bush
The most recent thing I bought myself is umm...I don't remember if this is the most recent thing, but I have new green velvet ballet flats that I haven't worn yet.
The most recent thing that someone else bought for me was Justin bought me dinner from Taco Bell today.
My middle name is Bell, now, sort of.
In the morning I call my friend Matthew at some ungodly hour, his time, and then, satisfied that everyone I know is awake, I go to bed.
Last night I was falling asleep at work.
There is this guy I know who uh...yeah I don't have an answer for this.
If I was an animal, I would be something with a long tail. I always feel like that's what I'm missing.
A better name for me would be I don't know that it would necessarily be a *better* name for me, but I like old fashioned names, like Fiona and Delia, and Hazel.
Tomorrow, I am having a really stress free day, including dishes and naps and hopefully donuts. The power of positive thinking.
Tonight, I am going to make a dent in the huge list of things on my Tivo, snuggle Justin, and go back to bed.
Hi, my name is Susan
But you can call me Pretty much whatever you want to. I've heard it all.
Never in my life have I kept a plant alive for more than a month.
When I am nervous I try to be as entertaining as possible. This usually ends in disaster.
The last song I listened to was Hallelujah by John Cale
If I were to get married right now, it would be to Well I'm currently married to Justin so we'd have to work something out with the government in order to include anyone else. At least legally.
My hair is not good at all right now. It's been brushed so it's fuzzy and pulled back into a slept in ponytail. However, in general, it's better than it's been in years, most of the time.
When I was four I was enjoying my last months of being an only child, and trying to convince my mom to name the twins Tom and Jerry.
Last Christmas I got very depressed and actually took down the tree on December 23rd. This year will be better.
I should be washing dishes, or something equally productive.
When I look down I see the laptop, and an afghan that's sort of ugly, but really warm.
The happiest recent event was seeing how happy Maybe was when I came home and saw her for the first time after working two double shifts. She acted like I'd been gone a year. It was very fulfilling.
If I were a character in Friends, I'd be out of a job, wasn't that canceled?
By this time, next year, I really have no idea how to answer this question. Usually I have more of a plan than I have at this moment. It actually sort of feels good.
My current distress is that we're a little broke right now. Just for a couple more days though.
I have a hard time understanding why I've been feeling so unmotivated.
There are these girls who are new at work, I really want them to be my friends, but I have no idea how to achieve this.
If I won an award, the first person I would tell is Justin
I want to buy lots of things, most notably, a lavender button down shirt and the new Calvin Klein perfume, Euphoria.
I plan on visiting San Diego, in 5 weeks *squeals*
If I could spend the night at any house, it would be Matthew and Shannon's, in 5 weeks. I'm also pretty fond of my own house right now. There are clean sheets on my bed.
The world could do without George W. Bush
The most recent thing I bought myself is umm...I don't remember if this is the most recent thing, but I have new green velvet ballet flats that I haven't worn yet.
The most recent thing that someone else bought for me was Justin bought me dinner from Taco Bell today.
My middle name is Bell, now, sort of.
In the morning I call my friend Matthew at some ungodly hour, his time, and then, satisfied that everyone I know is awake, I go to bed.
Last night I was falling asleep at work.
There is this guy I know who uh...yeah I don't have an answer for this.
If I was an animal, I would be something with a long tail. I always feel like that's what I'm missing.
A better name for me would be I don't know that it would necessarily be a *better* name for me, but I like old fashioned names, like Fiona and Delia, and Hazel.
Tomorrow, I am having a really stress free day, including dishes and naps and hopefully donuts. The power of positive thinking.
Tonight, I am going to make a dent in the huge list of things on my Tivo, snuggle Justin, and go back to bed.
IN WRITING
Just to make things perfectly clear, these are my jobs in this marriage:
Do the dishes.
Do the laundry.
Make sure the house is tidy.
Check the mail.
Figure out the bills.
Make sure Justin's clothes match when he leaves the house.
Cook
Christmas shop.
Decorate (in general as well as for various holidays).
Keep track of people's birthdays.
File things with the insurance companies.
These ARE NOT my jobs:
Mow the lawn.
Take out the trash.
Vacuum.
Check the pockets of Justin's pants before putting them in the wash.
Feed the dog.
Program the Tivo.
Go pick up the take out.
In case of illness or injury, occasionally I will take out the trash and occasionally Justin will be in charge of dinner.
Okay. Now this is all in writing and there should be no questions. If I pull a shirt out of the wash covered in the remains of a receipt, Justin IS NOT ALLOWED to say "didn't you check the pockets of my pants?" That is not my job.
Do the dishes.
Do the laundry.
Make sure the house is tidy.
Check the mail.
Figure out the bills.
Make sure Justin's clothes match when he leaves the house.
Cook
Christmas shop.
Decorate (in general as well as for various holidays).
Keep track of people's birthdays.
File things with the insurance companies.
These ARE NOT my jobs:
Mow the lawn.
Take out the trash.
Vacuum.
Check the pockets of Justin's pants before putting them in the wash.
Feed the dog.
Program the Tivo.
Go pick up the take out.
In case of illness or injury, occasionally I will take out the trash and occasionally Justin will be in charge of dinner.
Okay. Now this is all in writing and there should be no questions. If I pull a shirt out of the wash covered in the remains of a receipt, Justin IS NOT ALLOWED to say "didn't you check the pockets of my pants?" That is not my job.
He Is On TV Right Now!!
For anyone who doesn't know this, I worship at the Alter of Alan Alda. I love him. I would crawl across the floor and lick his loafers if he wanted me to. And He is on tv right now. I could just cry.
Granny
On Saturday my sister got married. The wedding went off without a hitch, except the pastor seemed to forget his lines early on. We weren't sure if she was going to be given away or if her dad would just remain at the front of the church for the duration. I worked the video camera, so unfortunately I do not have a picture to post here. However, lots of the pictures that could have been taken weren't because her grandmother (Granny) insisted on standing in the middle of the aisle to take her own pictures. I'm not at all sure why she thought this was appropriate behavior but had she done this at my wedding (which she thankfully did not attend) I might have stomped down the aisle and sat her down. Or at least had some sort of security on hand.
This is not the first time Granny has caused drama. She is from Germany and has the most overbearing personality (to say it nicely) that I have ever come in contact with. When my dad married D'Liesa's mom, for the first several years I endured visits to see that side of the family a few times a year, I felt consistently judged, she never said anything nice to me, and frequently made nasty comments and implied mean things both behind my back and to my face. It was perfectly clear that she thought I was lower on the evolutionary scale than pond scum. When I got old enough to make my own decisions, I opted out of further trips to experience this sort of torture.
It's not just me either. She makes everyone she meets supremely uncomfortable. She causes more trouble in my family than an out break of anthrax would cause in a subway station. The particles in the air freeze at the mere thought that she might walk through the door. This is one scary little woman.
So, up to Saturday, I had not seen my step-grandparents in 10 years. I can happily say that another 10 years will not be long enough. When I walked into the church and was forced, out of obligation, to say hello to Granny, she looked at me as if I was cockroach crawling across her kitchen counter. When introduced to Justin he shook her hand and she behaved as if she had been burned. You'd think that after 70 plus years on the planet she would have learned to at least hide her contempt. The woman has no social conscience. Justin told me when we got home that he had thought that everyone was exaggerating the extent of her evil, but now, after spending less than 2 minutes with her, he sees it. I think his exact words were something like "She sort of burns your soul." Yup. That pretty much sums it up.
This is not the first time Granny has caused drama. She is from Germany and has the most overbearing personality (to say it nicely) that I have ever come in contact with. When my dad married D'Liesa's mom, for the first several years I endured visits to see that side of the family a few times a year, I felt consistently judged, she never said anything nice to me, and frequently made nasty comments and implied mean things both behind my back and to my face. It was perfectly clear that she thought I was lower on the evolutionary scale than pond scum. When I got old enough to make my own decisions, I opted out of further trips to experience this sort of torture.
It's not just me either. She makes everyone she meets supremely uncomfortable. She causes more trouble in my family than an out break of anthrax would cause in a subway station. The particles in the air freeze at the mere thought that she might walk through the door. This is one scary little woman.
So, up to Saturday, I had not seen my step-grandparents in 10 years. I can happily say that another 10 years will not be long enough. When I walked into the church and was forced, out of obligation, to say hello to Granny, she looked at me as if I was cockroach crawling across her kitchen counter. When introduced to Justin he shook her hand and she behaved as if she had been burned. You'd think that after 70 plus years on the planet she would have learned to at least hide her contempt. The woman has no social conscience. Justin told me when we got home that he had thought that everyone was exaggerating the extent of her evil, but now, after spending less than 2 minutes with her, he sees it. I think his exact words were something like "She sort of burns your soul." Yup. That pretty much sums it up.
Vintage
So I've been looking at old pictures from my childhood and I found this one.
Several things about this picture make me say "What was I thinking?!" Here's the list:
1. Look at those horrible rubber sandals.
2. Notice that I'm wearing socks with the horrible rubber sandals. And not just any socks, men's athletic socks, pulled all the way up my leg. Do you see how long my legs looked? Why on earth did I insist on covering them up like this?
3. Look at how heavy my eyebrows are. Hello tweezers?
4. And this is really the most important, I thought I was fat. I mean, I suppose every 14 year old girl thinks she's fat, and looks back astounded at how foolish they were, but the thing is, other people were also telling me that I was fat. So now I'm wondering if perhaps someone had told me back then "you look great" that I would have developed a better relationship with food, and not been so fat now...or maybe I'd be fatter without the constant worry about my weight hovering over my head for the past 15 years. Anyway, I like the picture. I like that Once Upon a Time, I looked like that girl.
Several things about this picture make me say "What was I thinking?!" Here's the list:1. Look at those horrible rubber sandals.
2. Notice that I'm wearing socks with the horrible rubber sandals. And not just any socks, men's athletic socks, pulled all the way up my leg. Do you see how long my legs looked? Why on earth did I insist on covering them up like this?
3. Look at how heavy my eyebrows are. Hello tweezers?
4. And this is really the most important, I thought I was fat. I mean, I suppose every 14 year old girl thinks she's fat, and looks back astounded at how foolish they were, but the thing is, other people were also telling me that I was fat. So now I'm wondering if perhaps someone had told me back then "you look great" that I would have developed a better relationship with food, and not been so fat now...or maybe I'd be fatter without the constant worry about my weight hovering over my head for the past 15 years. Anyway, I like the picture. I like that Once Upon a Time, I looked like that girl.
WTF???
Where the hell did Post Secret go? Who is this Nicole girl that hijacked it? When will it be back?? If anyone knows any of the answers to these questions I'll worship you until another suitable deity comes along.
Friends with Fred?
So, I'm ashamed to admit that someone in my family (who I won't name here), just said "I think Fred Thompson should be president." When asked what she thought his qualifications were, she said "He doesn't need any." Is this not the most ignorant thing that could possibly be said in reference to a presidential candidate? She also says that we don't need another Clinton in the white house because we were "screwed the first time." Well, someone was screwed, but I'm pretty sure I don't believe it was America at large. I haven't decided yet who I'm going to vote for, but I can say with complete confidence that it wont be a republican. I can also say fairly confidently that a republican won't win this election, and I'm almost certain that if it is a republican (god help us) that it won't be Fred Thompson.I did a little research to find out what Mr. Thompson's qualifications actually are, besides 2 runs for senate, and a spot on Law & Order. Turns out, he does have some experience, and would possibly not be the worst of the possible candidates for his side. As I mentioned, he was a senator (R, Tennessee) for 8 years (1994-03). He was active in the Watergate debacle, and has been a lobbyist for various causes since the 70s.
So, he has some experience, but I'm pretty sure that this isn't quite the right kind of experience for him to dive into the presidency. My worry is that a great number of people (like my misled family member), will think that this name recognition is enough. Can they separate Fred Thompson from his L&O character (Arthur Branch)? Will they take the time to find out that he is pro-life and thinks that Roe v. Wade should be overturned? Do they know that he supported the war in Iraq in 2003 and is opposed to withdrawing troops now? That he would support a ban on gay marriage? Actually, looking at that list, these are probably the things that people who vote solely on name recognition would be interested in.
During the Clinton impeachment, Thompson voted against a conviction on perjury charges, but he voted in favor of a conviction of the obstruction of justice charge. I'm not exactly sure how it's possible, (in this situation) for President Clinton to be innocent on one count and guilty on the other. It doesn't seem like a well thought out vote on Thompson's part. Perhaps more research is required.
This really isn't about Fred Thompson, it's about how astounded I am with the complete lack of attention that is paid to the most important things in our society. That we would elect someone because we recognize his name, and his face, but really have no idea about what's going on in his head. This is about how shocked I am that someone I know could be so completely clueless.
Toys for Girls
Please note the general shape and size of this toy:
Please also note that if you twist it's right arm it vibrates.
Now you should know that we received this toy when we went to McDonald's kind of late at night and asked for a cheeseburger Happy Meal with a toy for a girl.
They have officially earned my fast food business for the rest of my life.
Please also note that if you twist it's right arm it vibrates.Now you should know that we received this toy when we went to McDonald's kind of late at night and asked for a cheeseburger Happy Meal with a toy for a girl.
They have officially earned my fast food business for the rest of my life.
Faces
This is my friend Amanda (far right) and two of her friends making faces for the camera:
This is a talent that I have never quite mastered and even in my best attempts I always end up looking slightly lobotomized. I don't understand why this happens. This is my best effort:
Y'know, I've changed my mind.I'm NOT posting that picture.
Justin has tried helping me and showing me and he always looks really cute and funny. C'mon people I was involved in theatre for half my life and I can't make a face in a picture?? I will give my first born child to the person who teaches me to make this face:
Please note, I do not know this child, but perhaps he can teach me the face.
This is a talent that I have never quite mastered and even in my best attempts I always end up looking slightly lobotomized. I don't understand why this happens. This is my best effort:
Y'know, I've changed my mind.I'm NOT posting that picture.
Justin has tried helping me and showing me and he always looks really cute and funny. C'mon people I was involved in theatre for half my life and I can't make a face in a picture?? I will give my first born child to the person who teaches me to make this face:
Please note, I do not know this child, but perhaps he can teach me the face.
You Were Warned.
But in case you missed the memo, I'm posting before and after pictures of Justin's toenail removal today. However, first I'm going to post a picture of my fabulous new haircut. This serves two purposes: A) I can show off my fabulous new haircut and B) If you don't want to view Justin's gruesome toe pictures you can just avoid scrolling down and pretend that all that there is here is a great new haircut pic.
This is my new curly hair. Weirdly, I can wear it down without feeling like I'm growing my own wool sweater during the sweltering summer months. I'm assuming that it's because there is air in between the layers of curls. If someone had told me this sooner, I might not have worn a pony tail every day for the last 2 years.
This is your last chance not to look at bloody toe pics.
This is Justin's toe before his surgery. You can see that it's ingrown on both sides, almost to the point of being a triangle. It's also really really thick, about half an inch at the end from the curling and callous that formed to protect the toe from the nail.
This is right after they gave Justin the gigantic shots to numb his toe. (Which didn't work.) I'm not exactly sure why they put this weird envelope on his foot, except that maybe they didn't want him to see the blood coming from his gigantic needle wounds. He peeked anyway. I wanted to take pictures of the doctor actually giving him the shots, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have liked that. I also didn't get to take pics during the actual surgery.
This is me in the cap and mask that they made me wear so that I could go in with Justin while they did his toe. When I asked if I could go in and watch the doctor acted like it was a weird thing to request, but they have a chair in there for people to sit in and watch so it obviously isn't that unusual.
This is the front view of Justin's toe wrapped up in the bandages after surgery. The gross yellow stuff is the betadine they used to wash his foot. The wrapping is almost cartoonish. You can see that just an hour or so after he got home he had already bled through all that wrapping and onto the ace bandage. We had to add even more gauze a few hours later.These are from yesterday as I unwrapped Justin's toe so that we could clean it and re-wrap. You can see that he bled through something like 30 layers of gauze.
This this the big pile of gauze that we took off of Justin's foot. This isn't actually all of it, we had to soak some of it off so that it didn't start bleeding again and I forgot to add that to the pile before I took the picture.
And here is Justin's toe minus all the dressing. It's all white and wrinkly from being soaked in blood for two days we cleaned it up and now it looks more like the last picture which is a relief. It's stressful for Justin to have his toe looking like this and I'm pretty sure that it's more than he bargained for. And frankly, I'm pretty surprised too that it's turned into such an ordeal. My sister had both of her big toenails removed while we were in high school, and I don't remember it being like this at all. I'm almost sorry that I convinced Justin to get this fixed, but I know that in the long run this is much better than them having to take his whole toe off.
This is what it looks like now, much less scary. We have to unwrap it and soak and re-dress it every day this week, and on Thursday we go back to the doctor for a follow up. Eventually it will heal and there won't be a weird scab or anything after maybe a month, I hope...When he's completely healed I will post a picture of Justin's naked toe.
And finally, here's Dr. Maybe, who wasn't there for any of this torture, but wanted to be included anyway.
This is my new curly hair. Weirdly, I can wear it down without feeling like I'm growing my own wool sweater during the sweltering summer months. I'm assuming that it's because there is air in between the layers of curls. If someone had told me this sooner, I might not have worn a pony tail every day for the last 2 years.
This is your last chance not to look at bloody toe pics.
This is Justin's toe before his surgery. You can see that it's ingrown on both sides, almost to the point of being a triangle. It's also really really thick, about half an inch at the end from the curling and callous that formed to protect the toe from the nail.
This is right after they gave Justin the gigantic shots to numb his toe. (Which didn't work.) I'm not exactly sure why they put this weird envelope on his foot, except that maybe they didn't want him to see the blood coming from his gigantic needle wounds. He peeked anyway. I wanted to take pictures of the doctor actually giving him the shots, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have liked that. I also didn't get to take pics during the actual surgery.
This is me in the cap and mask that they made me wear so that I could go in with Justin while they did his toe. When I asked if I could go in and watch the doctor acted like it was a weird thing to request, but they have a chair in there for people to sit in and watch so it obviously isn't that unusual.
This is the front view of Justin's toe wrapped up in the bandages after surgery. The gross yellow stuff is the betadine they used to wash his foot. The wrapping is almost cartoonish. You can see that just an hour or so after he got home he had already bled through all that wrapping and onto the ace bandage. We had to add even more gauze a few hours later.
This this the big pile of gauze that we took off of Justin's foot. This isn't actually all of it, we had to soak some of it off so that it didn't start bleeding again and I forgot to add that to the pile before I took the picture.
And here is Justin's toe minus all the dressing. It's all white and wrinkly from being soaked in blood for two days we cleaned it up and now it looks more like the last picture which is a relief. It's stressful for Justin to have his toe looking like this and I'm pretty sure that it's more than he bargained for. And frankly, I'm pretty surprised too that it's turned into such an ordeal. My sister had both of her big toenails removed while we were in high school, and I don't remember it being like this at all. I'm almost sorry that I convinced Justin to get this fixed, but I know that in the long run this is much better than them having to take his whole toe off.
This is what it looks like now, much less scary. We have to unwrap it and soak and re-dress it every day this week, and on Thursday we go back to the doctor for a follow up. Eventually it will heal and there won't be a weird scab or anything after maybe a month, I hope...When he's completely healed I will post a picture of Justin's naked toe.
And finally, here's Dr. Maybe, who wasn't there for any of this torture, but wanted to be included anyway.
24 Hour Notice
Tomorrow I will be posting pictures of Justin's toe before and after the removal of his toenail. The after photos are pretty gross and bloody, though not nearly as gross and bloody as actually removing the bandages. In any case, you have been warned, so if you can't handle stuff like that and/or change the channel at the mention of plastic surgery on TV the next post is not for you, and you might want to stay away from this page for a few days.With all due respect,
Susan
Yeooowww!!
So, Justin has had this terrible ingrown toenail for over a year and I was finally able to convince him that it had to come out or that he'd end up losing his toe, his foot or even his leg eventually. His appointment was today and it went like this:
It was rather more traumatic than we expected. First off it cost a lot more than it should have considering that our insurance is supposed to be paying for a chunk of it, and the fact that it's really a 20 minute procedure. Then there was the anesthesia. The needle was this long: --------------------------------------------- I'm not kidding at all, and he put it in the top of J's toe just above his toenail and then he moved it up and down and in and out like he was digging for something and some of the time it went ALL THE WAY IN!! Then he sucked up some more of the drug and did the same thing in the side of his toe, and I totally thought that it was going to go all the way through. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to watch the actual surgery because just the shot was so scary. But of course I couldn't pass it up, so we headed into surgery and waited for more than an hour.
Justin started feeling like his anesthesia was wearing off and he got really scared so when the doctor finally came in he checked it and Justin said "yes I can feel that, it's sharp," which is NOT what he's supposed to be able to tell. So the crazy doctor said "well it's mostly numb, I'm going to GO AHEAD AND TRY IT. If it hurts tell me." So they started and it was SOOO cool, ( you know I LOVE watching that sort of thing). So Justin starts gripping the chair and looking like he's about to cry, but I think "oh, he can just feel the pressure and it's freaking him out," because you know, surely if he was in pain he'd be screaming like a maniac and make them give him another shot right? So I watch him cut the toenail in half and remove it one half at a time and then inject some sort of chemical to kill the root and keep the nail from growing back.
Anyway, he got it finished and wrapped and then after they left Justin said "It wasn't numb, I felt it. It felt like he was yanking and twisting to get the toenail off, " which is of course exactly what he was doing. Turns out Justin was supposed to get 3 shots, not 2. The doctor missed a whole side of his toe!! I cannot believe that he didn't say anything! I guess it makes sense though, because he said that those scary shots were the worst part, so maybe it's better to have someone yank off your toenail instead of digging around in your toe with a giant needle.
He's sleeping now all wrapped up and with only 9 toenails, and a bandage that looks like he broke his whole foot instead of just having a toenail removed (he's a bit of a bleeder). I gave him one of those scary pain pills so that at least he would sleep and not hurt all night. They don't seem to freak him out as much as they do me...
I took "before" pictures, and when we can take the "after" pictures on Saturday night I will post them. You will be amazed at how terrible his toe looked before (and probably after, I'm just guessing but it can't be pretty), however I am quite sure that this was the best thing to do. He was in a lot of pain all the time, and now he'll be in a super lot of pain, but just for a little while and then he'll feel better forever (or at least until another toenail goes all rabid).
It was rather more traumatic than we expected. First off it cost a lot more than it should have considering that our insurance is supposed to be paying for a chunk of it, and the fact that it's really a 20 minute procedure. Then there was the anesthesia. The needle was this long: --------------------------------------------- I'm not kidding at all, and he put it in the top of J's toe just above his toenail and then he moved it up and down and in and out like he was digging for something and some of the time it went ALL THE WAY IN!! Then he sucked up some more of the drug and did the same thing in the side of his toe, and I totally thought that it was going to go all the way through. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to watch the actual surgery because just the shot was so scary. But of course I couldn't pass it up, so we headed into surgery and waited for more than an hour.
Justin started feeling like his anesthesia was wearing off and he got really scared so when the doctor finally came in he checked it and Justin said "yes I can feel that, it's sharp," which is NOT what he's supposed to be able to tell. So the crazy doctor said "well it's mostly numb, I'm going to GO AHEAD AND TRY IT. If it hurts tell me." So they started and it was SOOO cool, ( you know I LOVE watching that sort of thing). So Justin starts gripping the chair and looking like he's about to cry, but I think "oh, he can just feel the pressure and it's freaking him out," because you know, surely if he was in pain he'd be screaming like a maniac and make them give him another shot right? So I watch him cut the toenail in half and remove it one half at a time and then inject some sort of chemical to kill the root and keep the nail from growing back.
Anyway, he got it finished and wrapped and then after they left Justin said "It wasn't numb, I felt it. It felt like he was yanking and twisting to get the toenail off, " which is of course exactly what he was doing. Turns out Justin was supposed to get 3 shots, not 2. The doctor missed a whole side of his toe!! I cannot believe that he didn't say anything! I guess it makes sense though, because he said that those scary shots were the worst part, so maybe it's better to have someone yank off your toenail instead of digging around in your toe with a giant needle.
He's sleeping now all wrapped up and with only 9 toenails, and a bandage that looks like he broke his whole foot instead of just having a toenail removed (he's a bit of a bleeder). I gave him one of those scary pain pills so that at least he would sleep and not hurt all night. They don't seem to freak him out as much as they do me...
I took "before" pictures, and when we can take the "after" pictures on Saturday night I will post them. You will be amazed at how terrible his toe looked before (and probably after, I'm just guessing but it can't be pretty), however I am quite sure that this was the best thing to do. He was in a lot of pain all the time, and now he'll be in a super lot of pain, but just for a little while and then he'll feel better forever (or at least until another toenail goes all rabid).
Weird.
So, while the weather hasn't been even remotely fall-like, the trees apparently got the memo that "it's time" a bit too early and leaves are dropping like...well like leaves. This isn't something I would normally post about, or something I would probably even notice except that:
A) We are the only house on the block without a tree in the yard.
Which is why this doesn't make any sense:
B) We are the only house on the block that has a lawn full of leaves.
Confession
Even if they are for something that I would never in a thousand years buy.
Even if the product goes completely against my fundamental beliefs.
Even if it is poorly made and the actors are ugly.
I am completely addicted to infomercials.
I've spent the last 20 minutes totally mesmerized by the ad for the new TaeBo videos. Anyone who knows me knows that A) I hate to sweat, which is what all those people are doing and B) I am not even coordinated enough to make it from my front door to my car 100 percent of the time, much less jump around swinging a 3 pound stick, but I just can't pull myself away.
Perhaps it's time for bed.
Even if the product goes completely against my fundamental beliefs.
Even if it is poorly made and the actors are ugly.
I am completely addicted to infomercials.
I've spent the last 20 minutes totally mesmerized by the ad for the new TaeBo videos. Anyone who knows me knows that A) I hate to sweat, which is what all those people are doing and B) I am not even coordinated enough to make it from my front door to my car 100 percent of the time, much less jump around swinging a 3 pound stick, but I just can't pull myself away.
Perhaps it's time for bed.
Not MIA
I've been away because I am reading every entry in this blog for the past 6 years. I think it's funny, and it gives me something to do besides watching plastic surgery on tv. I may be gone for awhile.
Editors Note: Thanks Patrick for telling me the link didn't work. I think I've fixed it, if anyone is interested. ~S
Editors Note: Thanks Patrick for telling me the link didn't work. I think I've fixed it, if anyone is interested. ~S
Further Proof
That A) Maybe survived her ordeal with the allergy monster
and B) As we suspected, we are raising not a beagle type animal, but a goblin.
and B) As we suspected, we are raising not a beagle type animal, but a goblin.
Drama Queen
Maybe has been getting in trouble a lot for stealing stuff out of the assorted trash cans and eating panties, so today in total retribution for our rude behavior, she punished us, by scaring us to death. We got home from work and she went outside as usual, Justin tucked me into bed for a nap (before my real bed time, I've been splitting my sleep into 4 ish hour increments) and then he left and let her out again. About 20 minutes after I fell asleep I heard him shouting for me, sounding really scared, so I ran into the office and he was sitting on the floor with Maybe, who looked a little puffy....He rolled her over and she had huge hives all over the skin that wasn't covered in hair, her eyes were red and watery she was totally lethargic, except for frequent head shakes (because of itchy ears) and as I said, she was puffed up like a marshmallow. Allergies. We do not know to what, but we assume that while she was outside that something bit her or that she ate something she shouldn't have. (That being her standard MO.) I gave her 25 mg of benadryl and called the vet who told me that that was the right thing and to wait for half an hour for it to work, and if she wasn't better to bring her in. So we sat around staring at her for awhile and when it looked like she wasn't puffy anymore I brought her to bed with me to monitor her breathing. When I woke up this afternoon she was much better. Just a little groggy from the benadryl, but I'm totally ok with a groggy dog.
So, that's the news this morning.
Refreshing!
After living in a house for nearly 2 years without a shower (which does not mean that I didn't take showers, note the difference), I am proud to be able to post this picture:
How's that for fresh faced?
Nothing Interesting
Same old boring stuff. I wish we could find a place in Lubbock with better than decent, remotely affordable sushi. Justin starts back to school in a little over a week. I think he's excited about it. This is his last semester of filler (ie, algebra, speech) before he can move on to the radiology program, but because they only take applications for the program at the end of the spring semester, he's going to have to take one more semester of filler before then anyway. I guess that's all. I really have nothing to say, but it's been awhile so....there ya go.
Brainwashed?
"I must not shift, alter or hide myself in order to experience love -- because that's not really love -- that's when resentment is born."
Sabrina Ward Harrison
So, I recently read the autobiography of a fat girl, (like myself) who "overcame" her compulsive eating (which I don't have) and lost a bunch of weight and lived happily ever after. Ok that's fine the story was interesting, but the thing is, throughout the book she feels bad about herself. She believes that she has no value because of her size. She believes that no one will ever love her or value her just because she's fat. She never dates, she assumes that people don't want to be around her because of the way she looks, even though she has nice features, a pretty face, an incredible job...
So, now, I'm watching Cold Case on TNT. The team is investigating the death of a fat girl who signed up for a dating service in the 80's and subsequently turned up dead. When they find her tape in the apartment of a guy, recently deceased, they assume that either a) he has guilt about killing her 20 years ago, or b) he has some kind of "fetish." That he couldn't possibly be interested in her, or be attracted to her in any way, because she's a "specific kind of girl."
Ok, I'm this specific kind of girl. I don't have the feelings that the girl in the book had about herself. I don't think I'm worthless because of my weight. I know that I'm a pretty girl. I've never had any trouble finding someone to date. I never assumed that anyone was with me because they had some sort of "fat fetish." Yeah, I'd like to lose some weight, mostly because I want to have a healthy pregnancy in the next 5 years or so, but I don't think being skinny would change my life.
The thing is, I keep seeing this theme repeat, in tv, the movies, books: No one really wants a fat girl. It's shameful to be overweight. If you're fat, you should at least pretend to be on a diet in front of people. Always order a salad if you're out with people. I'm starting to wonder if I should feel these things. I mean, should I be ashamed of who I am? Should I stop letting people take my picture? By believing that I'm attractive, am I somehow delusional? I feel like by feeling relatively good about myself, most of the time, that I'm doing something wrong. So now I'm feeling kind of conflicted about what I'm supposed to think and feel about me. I dunno, it's just been on my mind lately.
Do I
Put off "get the hell away from me and leave me alone" vibes? It's been mentioned. I certainly don't intend to, but it might explain why I haven't had a friend within 100 miles of me in a couple of years...
Ahem...memememe
Taken from Terroni
Are you taller than your mother?
Umm I think so, but I look shorter because I'm fatter.
What color is your car?
We have two. Mine is happy-blue, and broken right now. Justin's is red.
If you instantly become qualified for any profession, what would you do?
A lawyer. Defending the wrongfully accused and perhaps working with the ACLU. If only law school was free and didn't require a PE credit.
What is your ring-tone?
It just rings. I find that the songs get very old very fast particularly if you hear them in your head and dive for the phone even when it's not ringing.
Is there an animal that creeps you out?
Ew ticks. fleas. mosquitoes. Any bloodsucker really.
The last person you rode an elevator with?
Justin I'm sure.
Did you go ice skating as a kid?
No. I can't even seem to walk without falling down. Ice is not a good idea.
Last person you had an argument with.
Justin
Ever have stitches?
I had some staples in my elbow once, but not any stitches.
Favorite non alcoholic drink?
Diet Pepsi with a lime
How long ago did you kiss someone?
About 5 minutes ago. mmm
Ever caught something on fire?
Frequently, but not recently. The most memorable was a wok
Ever seen the northern lights?
No...someday, I hope.
Would you be a surrogate mother, carry a baby for someone else?
Nope. I never, ever want to be pregnant.
Ever been in a fight?
Not for a very long time.
Wearing nail polish?
My toenails are kind of lilac colored but I don't like to paint my fingernails
Innie or outie?
I'm assuming this is referring to my belly button, which is officially classified as an "innie" but is really more of a belly dent.
Ever used a Ouija board?
No. My parents think it's communing with the devil. Strangely it's probably one of the only things my mom and dad agree on. I don't believe in the devil, but if he is real, I doubt Parker Brothers has that sort of connections.
Sweet or sour?
Sour. Pucker Up.
Sun or Moon?
In the past I would have always said the moon. Now, I work at night and I miss the sun. As it turns out I'm really a "mid-afternoon" girl.
What shoes did you wear today?
Black flip flops. It's time to throw them away. They smell like glucose. I don't know why.
Favorite eye color of the opposite sex?
Brown
Most important quality in a relationship.
I stole this from Terroni, who stole it from David Sedaris, who I love.
Real love amounts to withholding the truth, even when you're offered the perfect opportunity to hurt someone's feelings..
So, my answer is discretion.
Nap today?
As soon as The View is over. They are announcing the new moderator today.
Time of day that you were born?
Around 2:15 pm. See I told you I'm an early afternoon girl.
Do you know your blood type?
B- How average.
Name something annoying about public transit?
We don't have any.
Did you grow up in a city or in the country?
Sort of a suburb.
Consider going on a reality show for a large amount of money?
It would have to be a very large amount of money. I'd rather go on a game show.
Flown in your dreams?
No, but I fall off curbs a lot. In my dreams as well as my reality.
Whats the weirdest thing you've ever eaten?
I dunno... I think food in general, particularly kinds of meat and seafood are pretty weird.
Hugs or kisses?
Hugs. Snuggling in particular
What was the best night out of your life? Lurid details please!
This question brings out my pouty face. I don't know why.
Whats your favourite item of clothing?
My black tube top.
What form of dancing are you best (or worse) at?
I'm a really phenomenally bad dancer. Not good at all.
Would you at any time of your life have done playboy for a million?
If they wanted me badly enough to offer me a million dollars then sure I'd do it. But I'm pretty sure they would go out of business.
Gold or silver?
Silver, but I'm trying to ease into some gold without looking all Jersey girl.
If you joined the circus, what would you be?
*frown* The fat lady. Better than the bearded lady I guess. ;)
Do you have a criminal record?
Yes, but hopefully it's going away.
What item of make-up can you not live with out?
I could definitely live make-up free, but would prefer not to go to work without mascara.
Slurpee flavor?
Coconut mmmmhh
Are you taller than your mother?
Umm I think so, but I look shorter because I'm fatter.
What color is your car?
We have two. Mine is happy-blue, and broken right now. Justin's is red.
If you instantly become qualified for any profession, what would you do?
A lawyer. Defending the wrongfully accused and perhaps working with the ACLU. If only law school was free and didn't require a PE credit.
What is your ring-tone?
It just rings. I find that the songs get very old very fast particularly if you hear them in your head and dive for the phone even when it's not ringing.
Is there an animal that creeps you out?
Ew ticks. fleas. mosquitoes. Any bloodsucker really.
The last person you rode an elevator with?
Justin I'm sure.
Did you go ice skating as a kid?
No. I can't even seem to walk without falling down. Ice is not a good idea.
Last person you had an argument with.
Justin
Ever have stitches?
I had some staples in my elbow once, but not any stitches.
Favorite non alcoholic drink?
Diet Pepsi with a lime
How long ago did you kiss someone?
About 5 minutes ago. mmm
Ever caught something on fire?
Frequently, but not recently. The most memorable was a wok
Ever seen the northern lights?
No...someday, I hope.
Would you be a surrogate mother, carry a baby for someone else?
Nope. I never, ever want to be pregnant.
Ever been in a fight?
Not for a very long time.
Wearing nail polish?
My toenails are kind of lilac colored but I don't like to paint my fingernails
Innie or outie?
I'm assuming this is referring to my belly button, which is officially classified as an "innie" but is really more of a belly dent.
Ever used a Ouija board?
No. My parents think it's communing with the devil. Strangely it's probably one of the only things my mom and dad agree on. I don't believe in the devil, but if he is real, I doubt Parker Brothers has that sort of connections.
Sweet or sour?
Sour. Pucker Up.
Sun or Moon?
In the past I would have always said the moon. Now, I work at night and I miss the sun. As it turns out I'm really a "mid-afternoon" girl.
What shoes did you wear today?
Black flip flops. It's time to throw them away. They smell like glucose. I don't know why.
Favorite eye color of the opposite sex?
Brown
Most important quality in a relationship.
I stole this from Terroni, who stole it from David Sedaris, who I love.
Real love amounts to withholding the truth, even when you're offered the perfect opportunity to hurt someone's feelings..
So, my answer is discretion.
Nap today?
As soon as The View is over. They are announcing the new moderator today.
Time of day that you were born?
Around 2:15 pm. See I told you I'm an early afternoon girl.
Do you know your blood type?
B- How average.
Name something annoying about public transit?
We don't have any.
Did you grow up in a city or in the country?
Sort of a suburb.
Consider going on a reality show for a large amount of money?
It would have to be a very large amount of money. I'd rather go on a game show.
Flown in your dreams?
No, but I fall off curbs a lot. In my dreams as well as my reality.
Whats the weirdest thing you've ever eaten?
I dunno... I think food in general, particularly kinds of meat and seafood are pretty weird.
Hugs or kisses?
Hugs. Snuggling in particular
What was the best night out of your life? Lurid details please!
This question brings out my pouty face. I don't know why.
Whats your favourite item of clothing?
My black tube top.
What form of dancing are you best (or worse) at?
I'm a really phenomenally bad dancer. Not good at all.
Would you at any time of your life have done playboy for a million?
If they wanted me badly enough to offer me a million dollars then sure I'd do it. But I'm pretty sure they would go out of business.
Gold or silver?
Silver, but I'm trying to ease into some gold without looking all Jersey girl.
If you joined the circus, what would you be?
*frown* The fat lady. Better than the bearded lady I guess. ;)
Do you have a criminal record?
Yes, but hopefully it's going away.
What item of make-up can you not live with out?
I could definitely live make-up free, but would prefer not to go to work without mascara.
Slurpee flavor?
Coconut mmmmhh
Something Scary
In the News:July 19, 2007
Bush Outlaws All War Protest In US
In one of his most chilling moves to date against his own citizens, the American War Leader has issued a sweeping order this week outlawing all forms of protest against the Iraq war.
President Bush enacted into US law an ‘Executive Order’ on July 17th titled “Blocking Property of Certain Persons Who Threaten Stabilization Efforts in Iraq."
It says: ”By the authority vested in me as President by the Constitution and the laws of the United States of America, including the International Emergency Economic Powers Act, as amended, the National Emergencies Act , and section 301 of title 3, United States Code, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of the United States of America, find that, due to the unusual and extraordinary threat to the national security and foreign policy of the United States posed by acts of violence threatening the peace and stability of Iraq and undermining efforts to promote economic reconstruction and political reform in Iraq and to provide humanitarian assistance to the Iraqi people, it is in the interests of the United States to take additional steps with respect to the national emergency declared in Executive Order 13303 of May 22, 2003, and expanded in Executive Order 13315 of August 28, 2003, and relied upon for additional steps taken in Executive Order 13350 of July 29, 2004, and Executive Order 13364 of November 29, 2004.”
They've already started arresting protesters and taking their stuff. Like, all of it, guard your flip flops people! I'm waiting patiently for the day when some other government will step in and bring democracy to the United States...what?...we have that?? Wait...did you just say that we are in fact "setting an example of democracy" for the rest of the world? Pshhaw who are you kidding??
I Apologize in Advance
Because I don't really have anything to say, but feel that I should post something, since it's been nearly a week. I may end up rambling so feel free to zone out at any time.Enjoy the gratuitous picture of Nikaia practicing her island dancing
My ankle is somewhat better, badly bruised just below my ankle, kind of deep dark purple, and then a larger, fist sized bruise up further just below my calf. I think the ace bandage has caused this, but Justin disagrees and says that that sort of pressure wouldn't cause this sort of bruise. I don't know why he knows that. I'm still supposed to go get an x-ray to make sure there's not a hairline fracture, but I'm hesitant to do this, as we have not yet met the deductible on our insurance so the cost will be out of pocket, and we really can't afford that right now. Besides, if it is a hairline fracture, won't they basically just make me do what I'm doing now ie: staying off of it, wearing a splint etc?
My sister has asked me to be a bridesmaid. I agreed to do this, thinking that it would cause more problems to decline, I don't want to insult anyone or anything, but the thing is, I'm having a really hard time finding a dress that a) fits b) is the correct color (brown) and c) is even remotely affordable. Her other bridesmaid (who I don't know) snagged one at JCPenney for around $35. Unfortunately, JCPenney hasn't carried anything in my size since I was in high school. I dunno, there's a month and a half til the wedding, but I'm starting to wonder if I should bow out.
If we can scrounge around enough money I think we're going to see Harry Potter tomorrow, or maybe Hairspray if my aunt goes with us...that's all for now. I guess I did have something to say...
About Once a Year
I sprain an ankle. Last year it happened a few weeks before the wedding, so I guess it was due. We went to my parents for dinner last night (where, I might add someone finally put up a picture of me and Justin), and after eating my sister and I were going to come over here to my house to get her some antacid and the perfume I got for her for her birthday. Stepping out the front door, which has a small step down to the ground, I'm not sure what happened but when I put my foot down my right ankle just sort of crumpled up. Luckily there were a whole handful of people around with several different levels of medical training to give me ice and radio for an ambulance and keep me from hyperventilating. This is the worst sprain I've ever had. It feels sort of like nothing is holding my foot on except skin and that it's just sort of flopping around down there. I'm in an ace bandage and an aircast for extra stability and D'Liesa is bringing me some crutches later today. I don't usually ask for pain meds, and I didn't last night either, but when I got out of Xray they had sent Justin to the pharmacy so I've got two different pain killers, both of which make me drowsy. I slept amazingly well last night. They think I might have a hairline fracture but I'll have to go for another xray when the swelling goes down later this week... I'll let you know.
A Failure.
Upon further consideration they decided not to give me the job.
I feel worthless.
I don't want to talk about it.
I feel worthless.
I don't want to talk about it.
Sniff Snort Sneeze
Today is the local "festival" known as Early Settler's Day. I usually get really excited and want to go downtown to watch the parade and eat the junk, and buy some stuff, but this year I'm just totally not motivated. I actually slept through the parade, due to an overdose of Flonase, Claritin, and and alcohol. (Just one drink, nobody panic.) Anyway, none of those things seemed to help the horrible allergy attack that I've been having for the last 3 days. I feel like my whole body is just full of snot. It's not pleasant.
Tonight was supposed to be my last night at my current job, I had actually planned to just not go in, since they didn't accept my two week notice as an actual 2 week notice, thanks to the jerk that took my paperwork, and I'll be considered "not rehire-able" anyway. However, the hospital (and everyone involved in this process) seems to be dragging their feet. They haven't gotten the results of my drug-test and background check back yet, and the HR woman is out of town so I won't know anything 'til Tuesday. I don't want to be potentially jobless, so I've extended my notice by another week and I'll continue slaving away until then. Assuming that everything is clear. If not (which is a possibility), then I'll have to slave away for the crazy deaf people indefinately. (Please note, I don't think all deaf people are crazy, just the ones that I'm dealing with.)
Ugh. I'm actually starting to get really worried about this so everyone think good thoughts or say prayers or whatever your particular kind of help is that everything works out and I can start at a new and wonderful job sometime next week.
Also, for anyone who might be wondering, my TB test was, as predicted, negative. Have to go for another one on Tuesday just to be extra sure.
Tonight was supposed to be my last night at my current job, I had actually planned to just not go in, since they didn't accept my two week notice as an actual 2 week notice, thanks to the jerk that took my paperwork, and I'll be considered "not rehire-able" anyway. However, the hospital (and everyone involved in this process) seems to be dragging their feet. They haven't gotten the results of my drug-test and background check back yet, and the HR woman is out of town so I won't know anything 'til Tuesday. I don't want to be potentially jobless, so I've extended my notice by another week and I'll continue slaving away until then. Assuming that everything is clear. If not (which is a possibility), then I'll have to slave away for the crazy deaf people indefinately. (Please note, I don't think all deaf people are crazy, just the ones that I'm dealing with.)
Ugh. I'm actually starting to get really worried about this so everyone think good thoughts or say prayers or whatever your particular kind of help is that everything works out and I can start at a new and wonderful job sometime next week.
Also, for anyone who might be wondering, my TB test was, as predicted, negative. Have to go for another one on Tuesday just to be extra sure.
Poked and Prodded
Today I went to HR to fill out the applicable paper work for my new job. On the way I stopped in the bathroom. Hospitals are the best place for that sort of thing because unless something terrible happened the moment before you walked through the door, they are generally clean.Anyway, filled out the paper work and then headed to Employee Health to get my TB test and drug screening. Damn. Shouldn't have gone to the bathroom. After three tries I was finally able to um...produce. bleh. While we waited I went ahead and got my pertussis (whooping cough) vaccine, they were, after all, free. I have to go back on Thursday for them to look at my TB arm and then the next Tuesday to get it tested all over again. Hopefully by then I will already be working and it'll just be a short trip down the hall. I have no idea when I'll actually start, but my last day at my current job is Thursday...so hopefully Monday. I also don't know how much I'm getting paid. I assume they'll tell me at some point, but right now, no one seems to know so I'm not the only one in the dark.
I have to go to bed now. My whooping cough arm really hurts.
Just an added note, I have never seen anything that color in a syringe before. Are any IV drugs neon blue? Must be Kool-Aid.
An Orphan
So, as most of you know, we live next door to my dad, step-mom and younger brother and sister. In their living room is a table that is covered with family pictures, the whole thing, there are probably 15 or 20 pics there. Over the weekend they had some friends in town staying with them, and one of the friends is a photographer. She took some pictures of my step-sister in her wedding dress and some pictures of her two kids, Hannah and Hunter, and she was going to take some pics of my dad, Sussan and my brother in their fire department regalia. So today I was over there and the pictures on the table have been updated with the new pictures. There are pictures of my dad and Sussan, pictures of Hannah and Hunter, Pictures of Stacy and Steven and pictures of D'Liesa and James. There is not one picture of me. There is not one picture of me and Justin. I know that they have some. I gave my dad a framed picture of him walking me down the aisle at my wedding. They also have a non wedding picture of me and Justin together that looks like the other 700 pictures of me and Justin, several of which have been posted here. And, if for some reason they have lost those, like I said, there are lots available all they have to do is ask. So, I asked about it. I said "Hey the new pictures look great, but there's not a picture of me in there." I didn't make a big deal about it, just mentioned it in passing while looking at the other pictures. Immediately Sussan went defensive saying that she wasn't "finished yet" putting the pics on the table. Trust me, there's not room for another picture there, besides, what was there to finish? They already had the pictures, in frames. So my feelings were really hurt.
But it gets worse. I was flipping through the albums of their new pictures from over the weekend, and there is a picture of D'Liesa, Sussan and Stacy. Sort of an "all the girls" pic, but um, I'm not in it. They said " oh you're not in the pictures because you weren't here," but I was there yesterday. If they had planned on taking family pictures I feel like they should have told me. I feel like I'm not a member of the family anymore and it really really hurts my feelings.
It's not just the pictures either, their friends don't know about me. I know that seems like a weird thing to say, or to feel bad about, but the thing is, they all do know Stacy, Steven and D'Liesa and her kids. When I went to the party at the fire station on the 4th of July people didn't know who I was. I'm now "Stacy and Steven's sister" instead of "Susan" or "Bobby's daughter." At a community function with my dad a few weeks ago, a woman actually said something like "oh I didn't know you had another daughter."
My feelings are so hurt. I don't feel like I can talk to my dad about it because I know that he'll just take Sussan's side. I actually did ask him about the picture thing a few weeks ago (there hasn't been a pic displayed of me in about a year), I said "hey, where's that picture of you and me that I gave you? It's not on the family table" and he said that it was on his night stand, but it wasn't, and when I told him that he couldn't think of where it might be.
The worst part is that they made me put a picture of Sussan up on my family picture magnet board. I was resistant to doing that because I don't have a picture of my step-dad up there, so I thought that was fair. Apparently not. She had a fit and so now there's a pic of her in my house, but not one of me in hers. I feel very very rejected. *sigh*
My dad and Sussan have been married for half my life now, and they always pretend that everything is equal and that we're one big happy family with no "steps" involved, but It's becoming very very clear that she's functioning under an "us versus them" mentality. I guess it was clear all along, but she's becoming bolder in the way that she's making her statements and I don't know what to do about it...
Actually, now that I think about it, it's really more of an "us versus Susan" kind of thing. I don't think I'm going to go over any more. My dad can come see me here.
But it gets worse. I was flipping through the albums of their new pictures from over the weekend, and there is a picture of D'Liesa, Sussan and Stacy. Sort of an "all the girls" pic, but um, I'm not in it. They said " oh you're not in the pictures because you weren't here," but I was there yesterday. If they had planned on taking family pictures I feel like they should have told me. I feel like I'm not a member of the family anymore and it really really hurts my feelings.
It's not just the pictures either, their friends don't know about me. I know that seems like a weird thing to say, or to feel bad about, but the thing is, they all do know Stacy, Steven and D'Liesa and her kids. When I went to the party at the fire station on the 4th of July people didn't know who I was. I'm now "Stacy and Steven's sister" instead of "Susan" or "Bobby's daughter." At a community function with my dad a few weeks ago, a woman actually said something like "oh I didn't know you had another daughter."
My feelings are so hurt. I don't feel like I can talk to my dad about it because I know that he'll just take Sussan's side. I actually did ask him about the picture thing a few weeks ago (there hasn't been a pic displayed of me in about a year), I said "hey, where's that picture of you and me that I gave you? It's not on the family table" and he said that it was on his night stand, but it wasn't, and when I told him that he couldn't think of where it might be.
The worst part is that they made me put a picture of Sussan up on my family picture magnet board. I was resistant to doing that because I don't have a picture of my step-dad up there, so I thought that was fair. Apparently not. She had a fit and so now there's a pic of her in my house, but not one of me in hers. I feel very very rejected. *sigh*
My dad and Sussan have been married for half my life now, and they always pretend that everything is equal and that we're one big happy family with no "steps" involved, but It's becoming very very clear that she's functioning under an "us versus them" mentality. I guess it was clear all along, but she's becoming bolder in the way that she's making her statements and I don't know what to do about it...
Actually, now that I think about it, it's really more of an "us versus Susan" kind of thing. I don't think I'm going to go over any more. My dad can come see me here.
Happy 4th
I enjoy Independence Day mainly because it's the only holiday that can be referred to only as a number. We aren't doing anything special, I'm going to the fire department for a hot dog (my dad's a fireman, I'm not just showing up to crash their party), and then I'll probably go back to bed. We have to work later tonight and I'll need a little more sleep, but who can resist a hot dog cooked outside? Certainly not me.I put in my 2 week notice at my current job this morning. I dated it July 2, which is a little bit of a lie, but no member of management has been there since then anyway so whatever. I'm scheduled for my TB test on Tuesday. Not that I think I have TB but I'm the sort of hypochondriac that has thought processes like this:
"There was that guy in Alabama recently who didn't feel sick or anything and by some fluke, like a car wreck or something, he had a chest x-ray and they found a lump of TB in his lung the size of a baseball...and here I've been coughing for a *year*!! I'm going to die!!! And lose this job!!!"
And then I have some cake and feel better, with no guilt regarding my neurosis (or sugar intake) at all.
That's a true story by the way, the baseball TB guy. And that's exactly the way I heard it too...does TB come in lumps??
Didn't get the fireworks picture last night. A recent break in my insomnia has occurred at a rather inopportune time and I slept til time to go to work. Maybe tomorrow...anyway they'll be here when I get them. For now, you can pretend the one that is on here is mine, even though it most certainly isn't.
Beverly Sills has died. There aren't many great ones left...
I Got It!
The job that is. Yes, it's been quite the busy week. On Thursday I had an interview at the hospital for a job to be different than what I thought it was. The people didn't seem to like me and I was totally not interested in the job so I figured it was mutual and that I'd never hear from them again. While I was at the hospital, I went and turned my application in directly to the supervisor of the department that I wanted to work in and she was quite impressed. She set me up for an interview on the spot for the next day. Then the supervisor at the cancer center where I thought I might want to work called me and set up an interview for Tuesday (today). My cup runneth over.
Thursday night the people whose job I didn't want called and offered it to me. Apparently they liked me after all. Huh.
Friday I went to interview in the department that I liked and it was *terrific* the best interview I've ever had. One member of the panel hugged me. They told me to wait in the lobby while they talked about me and then a few minutes later they came and told me that they wanted to hire me but had to clear it with the management people and that they would call me.
It was a Friday so of course all the management types went home at noon. I had to wait out the weekend, as you saw, in my previous post. Yesterday they called and offered me the job Yaaay!!! I wanted it so bad. The people there are so great and I really feel like I fit in there and will be happy. I haven't felt like that since I moved away from Canyon 3 years ago. The job is in the admissions office and there are only about 10 people working there so its cozy and they bring a lot of food for impromptu parties. My kinda place, plus they like me...like a lot. Clearly they think I'm much cooler than I actually am.
So, today I had to go to the interview set up last week because even though I got the job I wanted, its good to make connections in as many places as you can. My little (excuse me, younger) brother works at the cancer center and I thought that if I liked the job and liked the people that it would save some gas to work over there. It was not the job that I applied for, and I did not like the people. That made my decision much easier. Not that they've offered me the job yet, but they will.
Anyway I'm really happy and excited and I get to buy some fancy black scrubs.
Justin and I are going to attempt to take some pictures with fireworks tonight so everyone hope that we don't set ourselves on fire.
Thursday night the people whose job I didn't want called and offered it to me. Apparently they liked me after all. Huh.
Friday I went to interview in the department that I liked and it was *terrific* the best interview I've ever had. One member of the panel hugged me. They told me to wait in the lobby while they talked about me and then a few minutes later they came and told me that they wanted to hire me but had to clear it with the management people and that they would call me.
It was a Friday so of course all the management types went home at noon. I had to wait out the weekend, as you saw, in my previous post. Yesterday they called and offered me the job Yaaay!!! I wanted it so bad. The people there are so great and I really feel like I fit in there and will be happy. I haven't felt like that since I moved away from Canyon 3 years ago. The job is in the admissions office and there are only about 10 people working there so its cozy and they bring a lot of food for impromptu parties. My kinda place, plus they like me...like a lot. Clearly they think I'm much cooler than I actually am.
So, today I had to go to the interview set up last week because even though I got the job I wanted, its good to make connections in as many places as you can. My little (excuse me, younger) brother works at the cancer center and I thought that if I liked the job and liked the people that it would save some gas to work over there. It was not the job that I applied for, and I did not like the people. That made my decision much easier. Not that they've offered me the job yet, but they will.
Anyway I'm really happy and excited and I get to buy some fancy black scrubs.
Justin and I are going to attempt to take some pictures with fireworks tonight so everyone hope that we don't set ourselves on fire.
No Distraction
Post Secret didn't update today. How the heck am I supposed to distract myself until I hear back from my potential new boss??? I really want this job...*sigh*
At Last
I can post the news and perhaps someone will end the frenzy ( You know who you are ) My sister is engaged!! James (the fiance) told us last weekend that he was going to propose to her this weekend in San Antonio so we've all been aquiver with anticipation. So you see, I couldn't post the news until the proposal actually happened because she sometimes reads my blog. Hurray! Yes I know this isn't all that super exciting for those of you outside of my family but it is for me. D'Liesa has been a single mom for a few years now and her ex was/is a real jackass so this is all very good news. Also, I'm hoping that she'll let me test out my wedding photographing skills on her...
Here's a pic of the happy couple:
She doesn't like this picture, but I do because she looks all doe-eyed and James looks like he has a secret...apparently he did because moments later I took this picture:
James and our parents after he asked their permission and swore us to secrecy.
Together they have three children (and two supermen apparently)
Hannah, Hunter and Sean (from left to right)
Hannah is 3 the boys are both 6.
So, there's the news...everyone can relax...except the wedding planners I guess...
She doesn't like this picture, but I do because she looks all doe-eyed and James looks like he has a secret...apparently he did because moments later I took this picture:
James and our parents after he asked their permission and swore us to secrecy.Together they have three children (and two supermen apparently)
Hannah, Hunter and Sean (from left to right)
Hannah is 3 the boys are both 6.So, there's the news...everyone can relax...except the wedding planners I guess...
Ok People
I'm not sure exactly when I'm going to post the exciting news. It sort of depends on when the person who it most directly involves finds out about it. I think it will probably be Saturday. There's been some speculation among you (Terroni) so I am going to go ahead and tell you that it's not what you think it is, because I know what you think it is. Let's face it, it's not that exciting. *grin*
I'm quite sure you will all be disappointed, but I'm excited about it anyway.
Oh my god I just saw the funniest commercial I have ever seen.
It's a porcupine, and she says "when I have a feminine itch"
and then a skunk says "and there's odor"
and then a blowfish says "do people notice?"
Well sweeties I'm pretty sure the first thing they notice is that you gals are um talking...
I have no idea what this commercial is for, as I fast forwarded after the animals were gone but I don't think I've ever been so entertained. I'm going to rewind and buy whatever it is that they are selling, even though, to save myself from embarassment, I'll say at the cash register "I don't actually need this product, but the commercial is great!!"
I'm quite sure you will all be disappointed, but I'm excited about it anyway.
Oh my god I just saw the funniest commercial I have ever seen.
It's a porcupine, and she says "when I have a feminine itch"
and then a skunk says "and there's odor"
and then a blowfish says "do people notice?"
Well sweeties I'm pretty sure the first thing they notice is that you gals are um talking...
I have no idea what this commercial is for, as I fast forwarded after the animals were gone but I don't think I've ever been so entertained. I'm going to rewind and buy whatever it is that they are selling, even though, to save myself from embarassment, I'll say at the cash register "I don't actually need this product, but the commercial is great!!"
For Summer:
Justin's Stuffed Jalepenos (very easy)
As many Jalepenos as you want
Cut the ends off
Split them in half
Scrape out the hot stuff (seeds and veins)
(it's important to do this under running or a sink full of water because if not it will burn your eyes and lungs, or if you're brave, you can leave the hot stuff in)
Spoon cream cheese into pepper halves (as much as you like)
Wrap pepper/cream cheese in half a piece of bacon
Bake in the oven at 400 degrees for about 30 minutes, or until bacon is crispy.
Don't touch your eyes, nose or any sensitive bits for several hours, even if you wash your hands....unless you're into pain.
As many Jalepenos as you want
Cut the ends off
Split them in half
Scrape out the hot stuff (seeds and veins)
(it's important to do this under running or a sink full of water because if not it will burn your eyes and lungs, or if you're brave, you can leave the hot stuff in)
Spoon cream cheese into pepper halves (as much as you like)
Wrap pepper/cream cheese in half a piece of bacon
Bake in the oven at 400 degrees for about 30 minutes, or until bacon is crispy.
Don't touch your eyes, nose or any sensitive bits for several hours, even if you wash your hands....unless you're into pain.
Father's Day
Still can't seem to post titles for my posts...
I haven't done a play in years. Haven't been involved in the theatre in any way except as a rapt audience member. I was pretty sure that I had the drama bug out of my system, but, as I watch the Tonys (Tivo'd) and see Bernadette Peters, I still make this noise : "ahhhheeee!"
David Hyde Pierce just won his first Tony after many many years in the biz and this makes me unspeakably happy. I know every line and every word to every song in A Chorus Line. I guess the bug is still with me.
Yesterday was Father's Day. We had dinner with my dad, steaks and potatoes and corn on the cob. Justin made stuffed jalepenos. It was delicious and a really good time. In honor of Father's Day, I'm posting a picture of my dad:
Justin brought me flowers last night after he went to the store with my brother. One of them is behind my dad's ear. Here are the other ones (and me):
Ok so that's all for now. Cross your fingers that we hear something about Justin's potential new job today. I actually have some other big exciting news, but I can't post it 'til next week 'cause it's a secret...
I haven't done a play in years. Haven't been involved in the theatre in any way except as a rapt audience member. I was pretty sure that I had the drama bug out of my system, but, as I watch the Tonys (Tivo'd) and see Bernadette Peters, I still make this noise : "ahhhheeee!"
David Hyde Pierce just won his first Tony after many many years in the biz and this makes me unspeakably happy. I know every line and every word to every song in A Chorus Line. I guess the bug is still with me.
Yesterday was Father's Day. We had dinner with my dad, steaks and potatoes and corn on the cob. Justin made stuffed jalepenos. It was delicious and a really good time. In honor of Father's Day, I'm posting a picture of my dad:
Justin brought me flowers last night after he went to the store with my brother. One of them is behind my dad's ear. Here are the other ones (and me):
Ok so that's all for now. Cross your fingers that we hear something about Justin's potential new job today. I actually have some other big exciting news, but I can't post it 'til next week 'cause it's a secret...
Click Your Heels...
We're home. It took 9 hours and it rained on us most of the way, but no drama anyway. We survived the visit with my mom with only minor scathing wounds to my ego, so all in all I'm calling it a success. Maybe is very happy that we are home. anyway I'm very tired now so I'm not going to write anymore. Maybe tomorrow.
Why can't I give this post a title? Is anyone else having this problem??
Why can't I give this post a title? Is anyone else having this problem??
We Made It
We're at my moms now. We flew down yesterday. The first flight was ok, not very full and Justin and I got to sit together. Except for the stop on a dime landing you get anytime you land at Dallas/Love Field (which is to be expected) it was fine. We had a 2 hour layover in Dallas (I took artistic pictures of ketchup packets at the airport McDonalds, when I get home I'll show you) before our flight to Austin (by that time my mom could have actually driven to Dallas to pick us up, by the way) and then headed to Austin, which was a completely full flight, and as Justin and I didn't print our boarding passes early enough we were in the second boarding group and did not get to sit together. The guy that sat next to me was very cute though, and nice. The guy that sat behind me was Justin who kept kneeing me in the back, and the person that sat in front of me smelled like diapers. (Not dirty ones, just you know, that plasticy smell bleh.cloth diapers for my future kid. Remind me ok?) Anyway, that supposedly 30 minute flight tunred into about an hour and 15 minutes because they had to route us around Houston to miss a big storm. Anyway we got to Austin and my mom picked us up and then we drove 2 hours to here. I got to buy a watermelon on the side of the road on our way. It will be delicious, even if it makes my throat close and Justin sneeze. That's why they made Benadryl. So anyway, we're having a good time so far and today we might go to the Bluebell ice cream factory for a tour and free ice cream.
Whatdayaknow
Something else wrong. Naturally. Something is wrong with the dryer. It goes, but it doesn't get hot so the clothes don't get dry unless I leave them in the dryer for days and days (which I'm sure is doing wonders for our electric bill). Anyway, so the system now is that I wash the clothes and my younger sister comes to get them to put them in their dryer next door. Then she brings them back either folded or I fold them. It seems to be working for now. I'm not sure when we're going to get around to fixing the dryer as the car is a more pressing matter. (In case you didn't read the comments, our alternator has now died as well as the back 2 tires.) Everyone cross your fingers, hopefully Justin will hear back from the manager at the job he interviewed for last week. This job will make things so much easier...I also put in an application at the hospital where my younger brother works. Maybe that will work out too...they love him over there, maybe that will work in my favor. We're leaving on Thursday for Bryan to pick up the truck that my mom is giving Justin. I don't know if I'll have time to post, but I'm taking the laptop so maybe.
There's Always Something
So, we're all moved in and everything is unpacked. (with the exception of a box of wires in the computer room. That's not my territory.) We managed to corral the other two cats with only minor injuries (to me, not the cats), and everyone seems to have settled in nicely. Justin had a very successful job interview this weekend, which we're hoping will turn into a better paying job with better hours. So, naturally, since everything is going well something had to go wrong.
I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but on the way home with the U-Haul last week I had a blow out in the car. Justin was ahead of me and he didn't know so I had to wait for about an hour for my dad to come get me. The tires are only about a year old so we thought that surely they would be covered under the warranty that my aunt got when she bought the tires for us last year. Apparently the alignment in the car was off (which they didn't tell us when they put the tires on), and that is what caused the blow-out. This is considered our fault so the tires are not under warranty. We have to replace both back tires on the car. They are a weird size and so the cheapest they come is $75 per tire. Fantastic. We have enough money to do this right now, but not to do this and buy groceries, gas, etc until our next payday. However, in order to get to work and have a next payday, the tires have to be replaced. Justin is in Lubbock buying new tires now. *sigh*
The timing of this would have been terrific if only we had been able to make it for 5 more days. We are flying out to Bryan on Thursday because my mom and step-dad are giving Justin a pick up. Unfortunately, our tires will not last going back and forth to work for the 5 days in between. There is always something.
I will post pics of the new house as soon as possible.
I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but on the way home with the U-Haul last week I had a blow out in the car. Justin was ahead of me and he didn't know so I had to wait for about an hour for my dad to come get me. The tires are only about a year old so we thought that surely they would be covered under the warranty that my aunt got when she bought the tires for us last year. Apparently the alignment in the car was off (which they didn't tell us when they put the tires on), and that is what caused the blow-out. This is considered our fault so the tires are not under warranty. We have to replace both back tires on the car. They are a weird size and so the cheapest they come is $75 per tire. Fantastic. We have enough money to do this right now, but not to do this and buy groceries, gas, etc until our next payday. However, in order to get to work and have a next payday, the tires have to be replaced. Justin is in Lubbock buying new tires now. *sigh*
The timing of this would have been terrific if only we had been able to make it for 5 more days. We are flying out to Bryan on Thursday because my mom and step-dad are giving Justin a pick up. Unfortunately, our tires will not last going back and forth to work for the 5 days in between. There is always something.
I will post pics of the new house as soon as possible.
Sad
Today we had to have Justin's cat, M'Gee, put to sleep. Justin has had him since he was 8 years old. M'Gee was very old (18), and he had cancer and polyps and arthritis and lots of other things that made him uncomfortable and sick.
We are both very sad. I hate to see Justin crying like this, it breaks my heart and I don't know what to do to comfort him. He's afraid we made the wrong decision, but I know that we didn't. M'Gee was a brave, good, warm cat and he smelled good most of the time. I hope he feels better now. I wish I did.
Rest in peace.
Rest in peace.Moved
Well, we've moved. There are a few more things that we need to pick up and drag over here but really not that much. Now I'm focusing on getting rid of as many of these boxes as I can and trying to figure out how to arrange the living room. This move feels more exhausting than any other one that I've ever done. I'm not sure why, but I don't like it. Anyway, I'll post some pics as soon as everything is in order. Maybe really loves the house by the way. She runs around happily in the HUGE yard and likes to lay on my bed and look out the window for hours. She's a little scared of the kitchen though, and the bathroom, and when one of us is in the shower she freaks out because she doesn't know what it is...Otherwise she seems to have adjusted well. The cats haven't made the trip yet. That's all for now...
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