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Kinda fell off the wagon there…

  • Posted on December 10, 2011 at 10:00 am

Things have a way of getting infrakkinsane around here, and blogging is one of the first things to get tossed under the bus. And scheduling posts does me no good if I don’t sit down and write them to begin with.

What’s been going on?

Thanksgiving. Everyone knows about that, right? Yeaaaah, I thought so. I’ve had to clean out the fridge in stages.

The boys. Joe had his tonsils & adenoids out. He’s healed well, but wanted to argue every.single.damn.time it was time to take more grape-flavored nastiness. I don’t like to argue. We know this. Especially over something like pain medication.

“It won’t do you any good if it’s in the cup.”
“Drink it.”
“Drink it or I’ll pour it down your throat.”

Hint to Big Pharma: there is a HUGE untapped market for medicine syringes for older special needs children. Our acetaminophen doses are +2 tsp. Holding your child down while pouring from a cup is zero fun – the meds splash everywhere. Just sayin’.

Dan had a visit with a GI doctor that has proven incredibly….productive. Helpful!!!! and Productive!!!!! We’ll be going back, but the changes in him already are amazing. One day last week he came home from school and ate two grilled cheese sandwiches. I resigned myself to serving a heavier than usual bedtime snack but? he totally cleaned his plate at dinner. And and? He’s eating VEGETABLES y’all. He added mashed potatoes (instant, but I’ll take it) and peas (frozen, canned is too mushy). And decided that maybe canned peaches aren’t all that bad after all.

And now, I get to recover from being home for two weeks. Unpaid. HOORAY! >.<

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Rebooting

  • Posted on January 20, 2011 at 11:57 pm

Life y’all. Sometimes you live it.

Sometimes you fasten your seatbelt and pray.

I’m very conscious of the fact that some folks can actually feel the stress/emotion in a post (because I’m one of those people, yo) and I didn’t want to drop a stress bomb on y’all.

It became impossible to write. You know about my water main bursting on August 26th (which? was totally the first day of class. And no, I didn’t go to school that day.)

And I posted a picture of my foot in a brace a few weeks later, without the corresponding story. I stepped wrong (at work), my ankle popped, and I got to wear that lovely accessory for a few weeks.

The things I didn’t talk about are really not mine to discuss in detail, but they generally made my head explodey.

Cataract surgery.
An injured knee that required bracing, anti-inflammatories, an MRI, and finally surgery.
A car accident.
And the most important thing of all:

My Saint of a Mama moved out. She married a lovely LOVELY man, and is happier than I’ve seen her in a while.

I had a small bit of a breather, then I turned around and hosted Thanksgiving Dinner at my house.

Yeah.

So please excuse my absence. Let’s talk about some Stuff, mkay?

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Interlude: Humiliations Galore

  • Posted on April 30, 2009 at 5:07 pm
This entry is part 4 of 10 in the series atypicalrelationship

His parents went to Greensboro for dinner and a hotel room to celebrate a special family occasion.

Which means that we had one of the very few chances for us to have some quiet alone time.

After a full day that involved trying to pull the toilet in my bathroom to unclog it (can’t do it – one of the bolts is rusted on) (calling him to find out if he can help me but he didn’t answer the call til 3 hours later), cleaning, shopping for / trying to find pants for work and then going to work (at a grocery store. during thanksgiving shopping week. you do the math), flipping out on Miss “I’m not STUPID I made sure all the leaves were way way far away before I set the stuff on fire in the driveway” (but without making sure that the waterhose actually FUNCTIONS) during my dinner break I was exhausted.

I dropped the go-kart off at the house (after work. At 1130pm) and rode with him back to his house, where I learned the HARD way that hot water lasts about five minutes. So much for that hawt shower scene he had planned….

So I dried my shudderingly shivering body off and listened to him talk about how the heating element needs to be fixed (dude? I have a 50 gallon hot water heater set to 120 degrees – I can shower while the dishwasher runs and STILL finish my shower pink and pleasantly toasty). Then we made our way to the bedroom where his plan included shaving. With a set of loud 20 yr old clippers. I lost count of how many times he nicked me with that thing. The vibration was somewhat pleasant though.

Did I mention his bedroom used to be the side porch? It was just a smidge freezing in there. And there’s just enough room for a twin bed, a computer desk, and a small dresser. Claustrophobia anyone?

THEN he realized that I would need another shower since hair was everywhere. The good news? The hot water heater had regenned. The bad news? again – not nearly long enough. Cold. Coldcoldcoldcoldcold.

Y’all? it’s 1am by now and I’m fried. And rocking in his bed trying to get warm and calm the exhaustion-related panic attack that’s right around the corner. And all I could think of was my lovely bottle of meds tucked away into my medicine cabinet. At my house.

Unfortunately, I failed miserably. I spent the next 45 minutes in his mama’s bathroom sick as a dog – complete with vomiting.

He did reasonably well by me, but couldn’t quite grasp the WHY involved in my sickness.

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Exhilarated, excited to be in love(ish) again

  • Posted on April 30, 2009 at 12:57 pm
This entry is part 3 of 10 in the series atypicalrelationship

We go out as often as we can, but I honestly prefer hanging out at the house with the kids. He keeps asking “would you marry me?” and I keep ducking the question. It’s too soon, he’s too still-married, please stop asking. Okay, if I answer will you NEVER ASK ME AGAIN? Then yes, I quite possibly WOULD marry you. If I actually believed in marriage. Privacy is impossible at our respected homes, so he occasionally gets a hotel room. It is a source of….not argument but something close to it. He doesn’t understand my general “hotel rooms squick me out” attitude (if I didn’t clean it, how do I KNOW it’s clean??!!??). But it *is* nice to be able to snuggle up and enjoy each others company.

Unease rumbles through my gut, punching me periodically. The things around the house he said he can do? are not done. Nor have we discussed WHEN they would be done. These are not small things, either: weatherproofing a window, changing the oil (he didn’t want me spending $30 at the quickchange) and replacing the brake pads on my van. Blowing the leaves. But he does go with me to select a new washer and dryer. And then a dishwasher. It’s odd, but nice.

We do not spend Thanksgiving together (he says he did not drive and ended up going to several relatives homes) but he does manage to come over on Christmas day.

The boys and I go to his house for New Year’s dinner. His house, his mama’s house is chock full of breakables. I don’t relax until the children go outside to play. He notices I’m giving myself a headache and directs me to get the bottle of ibuprofen from his desk. Next to the bottle of ibuprofen? a bottle of vicodin. I pull him to the side and ask about it – at no point did he tell me about this. “This?” he smiles condescendingly at me. “That is codeine. The muscle relaxer I take.”

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Be kind to your Cashier today.

  • Posted on December 24, 2007 at 11:37 am

For those of you in the grocery store: We’re sorry you’re standing in line, but if there were anyone else available to run a register, they would BE running one. We know you’re tired and stressed and still have to COOK that cart full of stuff you just bought. No, scanning your discount card again isn’t going to help. Please have your ID in hand unless you’re obviously over 40. You may be a regular customer, but Thanksgiving and Christmas is all a blur and your case of beer isn’t worth getting fired over. When she grunts and groans over moving yet another turkey/ham/case of drinks, your smartass comments about going to the gym aren’t appreciated in any way shape or form. She’s moved the better part of a truckload of each – can you say you’ve moved 2000+ lbs an hour for 6-8 hours?

For those of you in the toy/department store: We know you’re tired and stressed, but it’s not like Christmas Season is a surprise. Stop whining about paying as much for the batteries as you did the toy. When you pick up the toy, write down the size of battery and stop by the dollar store next door. Or? Save your sanity and pick out something that doesn’t require batteries. It’s not the cashier’s fault your “Must Have” toy is sold out – you knew it was a “must have” back before Thanksgiving WHY didn’t you get it then??!!?? Stop stressing over whether or not the kids will like the cartload of stuff you’re picking up. The answer is “NO.”

They want to play in the box it came in.

Keep in mind that your cashier has been standing in front of that stupid boop boop boop reader for what seems like an eternity. She does not psychically know what the sales sign says, nor can she leave her post to go look at it. All she has to look at is the sales paper at her register – and if it’s an in-store deal that’s not ringing up properly it’s not HER fault. There is no Psychic Store Employees Network, just the store manager-on-duty.

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