Candy was kind enough to offer up yet another mindless meme. And I just can’t resist.
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You Are a Colon |
 You are very orderly and fact driven. You aren’t concerned much with theories or dreams… only what’s true or untrue. You are brilliant and incredibly learned. Anything you know is well researched. Your friends see you as a constant source of knowledge and advice. You excel in: Leadership positions You get along best with: The Semi-Colon |
All “bleargh” aside for this one.
We had a fabulous weekend in Vancouver/North Vancouver. Headed south on Saturday morning with D’s boss & his wife in tow. Dropped the kids at my lovely sister’s place, and proceeded to the hotel. Nice rooms, comfy beds, right on the water.
Awoke Sunday morning, had breakfast, met up with a friend, and then we headed to the pre-game party put on by one of D’s employer’s suppliers. Free booze & food! AND, we got to meet Damon Allen, John Grace, and Gene Makowsky - all three are CFL players. Whee!! I won a cool BC Lions hat, and got another 2 hats signed by all 3 players.
Off to the big game after that. We were in the 3rd row down from the highest point in the stadium. LOOOOONG way up. Good game, good halftime show.
No wonder I’m tired.
I. Am. Still. Sick.
The sinus infection seems to be on the mend (yay for drugs), but my throat is fucked up. I don’t sound like me at all. I sound like I took up smoking again. To the tune of 8 packs a day.
Bleargh.
I fucking detest being sick. Just like everyone else on the planet. Back to the doctor tomorrow. I’m going to take a few minutes of his time and also ask about my sore wrist (which is, admittedly, slightly better at the moment) and about whether or not I should get my thyroid checked (mom & grandma had issues). I will not turn into the Patient From Hell, aka the Bitch who held everyone up for over an hour last week. Nuh-uh. 3 questions, hopefully 3 answers, and I’m outta there.
We are a 4-cat household, as of last night. This is only temporary - I’m covering for another foster family that will be out of town for 2 weeks. “Cat” (original, huh?) is quite cute. He’s a 9 month old male tabby with gorgeous colouring. The other cats aren’t thrilled, but I have yet to see a fight. The dogs, they just want to sniff him.
Today’s going to be a long one. Work all day, Santa Claus parade tonight, home for dinner, back to town to help out at an SPCA event, home again to pack for me & the kids (D’s on his own, har) for tomorrow’s departure to Vancouver. Whee! Sleep? Pfft, who needs it.
Taking the drugs. Feeling slightly better already.
50% of this household is on drugs right now. And from the look of J’s gooped-shut eye this morning, I think we may bump that to 75%. Even A’s feeling crappy, although I do think it’s just a cold.
So. The pain in my nose, it exists for a reason. It goes nicely with my sinus infection. Damn.
I am under orders to do at least 2 of these 3 things:
1. Snort Dristan (or something like it) once a day for 5-7 days. Then stop.
2. Inhale a salt/bkg soda/water combination. Yes, inhale. Apparently it will feel like I’m drowning.
3. Take antibiotics. If I choose to.
#1 is totally doable. I have the spray, I will snort as required. I don’t like the taste or the icky feeling I get in my stomach, tho.
#2 is gross. I did do it tonight, although I think I wimped out a bit. No full inhale for me! I was happy enough to get water into my nose (& only perhaps my sinuses) and then blow it out. Gross taste, too.
#3 is the path of least resistance, and I will likely be merrily travelling it tomorrow. I do not enjoy having my nose hurt this much.
Strangely, I can still breathe through my nose. It’s a bit narrower than usual (pardon the grossness, but things are crispy in nostril land, seeing as I can’t blow the damn thing), but I can breathe. I’m not coughing, and from what I can gather, the sore throat is likely there because of the crap in my sinuses. Whee.
Before I forget, I must remember to thank the Greedy Patient who kept my doctor busy for 1.5 hours today, putting MY appointment (and many others’) behind by 1.25 hours. BITCH. And then to have the audacity to come out smiling, look around at all of us, ask the receptionist if she “caused all these people to wait?”, and upon hearing yes, cover her face like a 6 year old and run from the office.
WTF is WITH people?!
My date? The one with the underage British wizard? Let’s just say it was a smashing success.
It was nice to be reminded about why I loved book 4. The new movie is amazing. I can’t think of the right words.
I want more.
Finally, I have summoned the nerve to do this list. It’s a little daunting, and may take me a while, but here goes!
1. I was born, raised & still live in British Columbia, Canada.
2. I am in my 30s.
3. I have 2 sons.
4. I have been married for 7.5 years.
5. I was 3 months pregnant with my firstborn when I got married. And everyone knew it.
6. He’s not the reason we got married.
7. No, really. We’d planned to do it eventually, were 3 years into our relationship, and it seemed like the “right” time.
8. I had no desire for a 2nd child until we bought our house in 2001.
9. Then I jumped my husband’s bones daily, until we got pregnant.
10. Sadly (for him), this was the end of the daily booty-call. I was too damn tired.
11. I give birth to large babies (9 lb 5 oz & 10 lb 11 oz).
12. Make that large babies who do not wish to leave my body via the predetermined exit OR on time.
13. I was 13 days overdue with my 1st son, and 15 with my 2nd.
14. I have breastfed for a total of 32 months. My firstborn got the short end of the stick, with 11 months of that total.
15. I do not plan to have more children.
16. I did not get my tubes tied. D took care of future birth control with a vasectomy.
17. The only thing I hate about being off the pill is that my periods are closer together.
18. I have 1 sister.
19. My parents are still married, after 35 years.
20. I love that I have sons, although daughters would have been cool too.
21. I’ve only ever briefly lived without a pet in my home.
22. I have 3 cats and 1 dog.
23. Until I met D, I was not a cat person. At all.
24. I have always been a dog person.
25. I would like a little dog someday. We only have med/big ones now.
26. I am an SPCA volunteer.
27. I drew my mom’s name for Christmas.
28. I’m so glad we do a draw, otherwise it’s just ridiculously expensive.
29. I have yet to say much about my occupation in my blog.
30. I’m not sure I ever will.
31. I work in an office.
32. There, that’s broad enough.
33. I collect pigs. Stuffed, ceramic, whatevah. They’re cute.
34. It started when my best friend died at 16.
35. My first pig was her favourite stuffed piggy.
36. I feel like I’ve been typing forever, and I’m not even half-way done!
37. I’ve known my oldest friend since we were 2.
38. We keep in touch, but don’t see each other much.
39. My best friend from HS (aka Karen ) and I email almost daily.
40. We’ve known each other for 18 years. Longer than we haven’t known each other. Wow.
41. It’s all her fault I’m blogging.
42. Well, mostly her fault.
43. I am a Harry Potter fanatic . Books, movies, more, more more!
44. I watched the newest movie tonight.
45. I could happily watch it again right now, but for the numb ass I get in the theatre.
46. I don’t go to movies very often.
47. I’m not a movie snob.
48. I don’t like “classic” movies.
49. Perhaps I will later in life.
50. I read voraciously.
51. Really, it’s more like I eat books.
52. I’m reading Missing Mom right now, by Joyce Carol Oates.
53. She’s one of my semi-favourite authors.
54. Diana Gabaldon was a favourite, but then The Fiery Cross was written. Dreck.
55. I’ve been told her newest book is much better.
56. I’d have a hard time naming all my favourite books.
57. Math is easy for me. Most of the time.
58. I like to look for shortcuts.
59. People who can’t/won’t be more efficient annoy me.
60. I fantasize about what I’d do if I won the lottery.
61. I hardly ever play the lottery.
62. I think my hair is pretty.
63. My eyes are my best feature.
64. They’re green, with a ring of brown.
65. Ok, they’re hazel.
66. I have a blue-eyed son.
67. I have a blue-eyed husband.
68. Hence the blue-eyed son.
69. My 3 yr old ends up in my bed almost every night.
70. I am tired of sharing my bed with him.
71. I can play the piano…and the guitar, clarinet and ukelele.
72. I wish I owned a piano.
73. I enjoy trivia games.
74. I’m running out of steam here.
75. I’m a morning person.
76. I love skim milk.
77. If drinking, I prefer vodka.
78. I smoked for 10 years.
79. I quit in August 2000.
80. I like to imagine all the money I’ve saved since quitting.
81. I live with a smoker.
82. I’m proud that I’ve never slipped up, even with cigarettes so available to me.
83. I need more fibre in my diet.
84. I’ve never been off the continent of N. America.
85. I have a burning desire to go to Africa. This probably won’t happen until my kids leave home.
86. I think I’m funny.
87. My sense of humour is slightly twisted, just the way I like it.
88. I can “pill a cat” and live to tell about it.
89. I can also give my animals their vaccinations.
90. I wear black dress pants almost every day I work.
91. I like the simplicity of black dress pants.
92. I’m not a skirt person.
93. When I wear a dress, much commentary follows. It’s a rarity.
94. I wish I could tell my HS self that I was NOT fat, and to just maintain that figure.
95. I need to lose weight.
96. I’m trying to grow out my hair.
97. And my bangs.
98. I hate my “in-between” hair some days.
99. OMG! I’m at 99!
100. I’m a Vancouver Canucks fan. There, that’s a nice positive note on which to end.
Whew.
My husband is a drama queen. The man thrives on the petty theatrics of those inhabiting his life. He would say he does no such thing. He’s a liar.
And a typical Leo. If one believes in that hocus-pocus stuff. Which I do. At least a little teensy bit.
He likes to spout off dramatic & unnerving things. Today, for instance:
D: Think you could get a good job somewhere south of here?
Me: Um….yeah, why?
D: I’m sick of this place. People think they can play games & talk about ME. Just you wait. The game is ON. ON, I tell ya!!!
Me: Mmmm-hmmm, dear.
So, because he’s tired of the petty human bullshit that occurs everywhere on the planet, he’d like us to give up our life here (which I like, dammit) and take off for parts unknown.
Being a Libra, and of balanced sensibility (har), shit like this jangles my nerves. I have to constantly remind myself that he’s being his Drama Queen self, and will likely calm down in a day or two. Or, if he doesn’t, I’ll just talk him out of whatever crazy damn plan he’s hatching.
It’s a lot of work being married to a Leo. Sigh.
My shit week is over. I only have tomorrow off, but whatever. Laundry & studying are on the slate for Sunday. All this excitement is bad for my heart, I swear.
In the illness department:
- it still hurts to swallow. Only on one side, and a bit in the ear on that side. If that’s possible.
- my nose really fucking hurts. I can hardly blow it, and let’s just say that I need to be blowing the damn thing more often. One should not cringe in pain when blowing one’s nose.
- if either of the above has not made a serious retreat by Monday, I’m going to the doctor. I’m having little freak outs (my inner hypochondriac, sigh) about the fact that there are sores in my nose. Sores. Ick. Ouch. Perhaps this is something a tidge more than a cold?
Ebay has once again caught my fancy. I went through a phase after Jack was born, buying cute baby crap (mostly Xmas stuff). Then it was the “we have to replace the satellite remote AND buy another Xbox controller” phase. Then, my ardor cooled, and Ebay was left wondering what it had done to offend.
This month, I quietly slipped back into E’s arms. My first foray was into swimwear, always a touchy area. Sadly, the suit I thought was my size is actually a size (or 2) too small. The ass fits, but the girls are not going to withstand binding just so I can swim every week. Nuh-uh. I’m interested to see what the seller has to say about the obvious sizing fuckup. I’m not being a bitch. Yet.
Tonight, I decided upon a few charms. For a friend! Ok, so the little pink piggy charm is mine. Mine! At work, we do a Christmas gift exchange, and I remembered that my victim giftee (?) likes charms. And she doesn’t have these ones. Yay!
Tomorrow night, I have a date. Shh, don’t tell. We have to keep it on the down-low because, well, he’s an underage British wizard. Yes, it’s true! HP 4, 7 pm. With 3 girlfriends (2 of whom are older than me, for those who imagine that HP is not “for adults”). I cannot wait!
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