yes, I'm sick. It's not the most major sick
ever, but it's a sick, nonetheless. I was a
little worried when I got sick posting the
pictures three nights ago. I'm not normally
given to nausea except when I'm pregnant and I had
it for two nights straight at the same time,
pretty intensely. Mind you, I didn't really
think I was pregnant, even though my period was
late, because I had a tubal ligation 5 years ago
in which I requested the severed tube ends be
rolled up, cauterized, stomped upon, super glued
and a giant stone rolled in front of each one.
What was bugging me more was that I was getting
sick when I usually don't. Don't know what
THAT was about, but it has passed now, so that's
great. Unfortunately, Eric's constant
bitching along the lines of "I don't know why
I'm the only one who's sick!" paid off and I
launched into the most immediate chest and head
cold I've ever had descend upon me. No
tickly throat lead in, no slight case of the
sniffles, just a bit of tired one day and
headlong into hacking, spitting, heavy nose
blowing cold the next. Something I did
find was Chloraseptic Sore Throat Relief Strips,
which are like breath freshening strips that
melt instantly in your mouth, except this is
Chloraseptic and coats your throat instantly.
Great stuff. I never had much luck aiming
that damned spray and discreet, it's not.
The strips were on sale for $3 for 40 strips.
let me hang in bed most of yesterday after the
kids were out the door, made me soup, the whole
bit. I got up around 4 and made some Tuna
Helper Creamy Pasta for everyone for dinner, which
for me is absolutely the most incredible nurture
food ever and is totally off my diet. THCP
and chicken cooked with macaroni are the
absolutely consummate cuddle food. Feeling
all full and warm and nurtured, I watched
something... What About Bob, that was it,
something I can't recall that accidentally got
over into Star Trek time (yikes!), then part of a
Marc Maron stand up comedy bit (terrible,
actually), then Scrubs, then I got intrigued by a
show on conjoined twins on the Discovery channel.
Scrubs was interesting because it was the episode
on which Michael J Fox guest starred. I'm so glad
he's still working despite the Parkinson's and
they did a really good job of doing quick back and
forth camera shots, keeping his hands in pockets
or busy or very animated. He still still
such a wonderful actor.
The conjoined twins things was very interesting,
following one couple through a pregnancy in
which they learned they had twins joined at the
heart. They kept a very positive approach
and attitude, never ceasing to learn more and
more the entire pregnancy. The show ended
with the twins being born, living for 30
minutes, over which time, they slowly died.
It was extremely depressing. :(
Yesterday, at some point when I was in bed, Eric
came in and said the internet wasn't working.
Turns out our cable was turned off for nonpayment.
I didn't even get a warning notice. >:<
Sent them some money and got my TV and internet
back in just a few minutes. I called tech
support to be sure that's what it was because my
TV was still on for about 20 minutes after the
internet went out. The tech guy clarified
that I was a bum who hadn't paid my bill, so he
gave me another number to call and I waited on
hold for 40 minutes listening to this hellish
Little Rascals music. The recording would
pop in every 10 seconds (literally) to remind me
that all of their operators were busy helping
other customers and that they'd be with me
shortly. When the recording would come on,
it made a human fumbling sound that made it seem
like an operator was actually picking up.
Finally, Eric called the number for his cell phone
and got through almost immediately while I was
still on hold. >:< Payment was made,
service restored and joy and happiness ruled
throughout the land, except in my bank account.
kept Eric awake all night, hacking and coughing,
and then Nathan joined in the chorus at some
point. Then I learned that TODAY is the
field trip that Eric promised to go on with Dylan,
so the poor guy had to get up at 8am to hurry off
to the school after getting about 4-5 hours of
sleep. He gets the Dad of the Year award.
He puts up a lot to sleep beside me. I
suggested he go to the couch (I have to be by the
alarm to get up and get kids to school) so he
could have some quiet, but he declined.
house is in desperate need of cleaning.
Eric has been handling that for a few days for
the most part and I'm just whipped.
Got to try and get some energy going soon.
was thinking of this post:
Could give both me and Eric a break. :)
While looking through the archives for this, I was
surprised by how many "I'm so depressed!" posts I
used to do, back in 2002 and even into last year.
I am so grateful to not be in that place any more
and for those kinds of posts to be a few months
apart now instead of a few weeks. It just
goes to show how getting better is a process and
not an overnight thing. I guess that applies
to a lot of things. Even with the financial
challenges, I love my life now and I'm grateful
for every single moment of it. I'm also
grateful for every owie step that got me here.
for the funnies...
loved this. It's for Georgia:
THE BEST RESIGNATION LETTER EVER....
An actual letter of resignation from an employee
of Zantex Computers, USA, to her boss (who
apparently resigned very soon afterwards).....
Dear Mr. Baker,
As an employee of an institution of higher
education, I have a few very basic expectations.
Chief among these is that my direct superiors have
an intellect that ranges above the common ground
squirrel. After your consistent and annoying
harassment of my co-workers and myself during the
commission of our duties, I can only surmise that
you are one of the few genetic wastes of our time.
Asking me, a network administrator, to explain
every nuance of everything I do each time you
happen to stroll into my office is not only a
waste of time but also a waste of precious oxygen.
I was hired because I know how to network computer
systems and you were apparently hired to provide
amusement to myself and other employees, who watch
you vainly attempt to understand the concept of
"cut and paste" for the hundredth time. You will
never understand computers. Something as
incredibly simple as binary still gives you too
many options. You will also never understand why
people hate you but I am going to try and explain
it to you, even though I am sure this will be just
as effective as telling you what an IP is. Your
shiny new iMac has more personality than you ever
You walk around the building all day, shiftlessly
looking for fault in others. You have a
sharp-dressed useless look about you that may have
worked for your interview, but now that you
actually have responsibility, you pawn it off on
overworked staff, hoping their talent will cover
for your glaring ineptitude. In a world of
managerial evolution, you are the green-blue algae
that everyone else eats and laughs at. Managers
like you are sad proof of the Dilbert principle.
Seeing as this situation is unlikely to change
without you getting a full frontal lobotomy I am
forced to tender my resignation, however I have a
few parting thoughts.
1) When someone calls you in reference to
employment, it is illegal for you to give me a bad
recommendation. The most you can say to hurt me is
"I prefer not to comment". I will have friends
randomly call you over the next couple of years to
keep you honest, because I know you will be unable
to do it on your own.
2) I have all the passwords to every account in
the system and I know every password that you have
used for the past five years. If you decide to get
cute, I am going to publish your "favorites list",
which I conveniently saved when you made me back
up your useless files. I do believe that terms
like "Lolita" are not usually viewed favorably by
3) When you borrowed the digital camera to "take
pictures of your Mother's birthday", you neglected
to mention that you were going to take pictures of
yourself in the mirror nude. Then you forgot to
erase them like the techno-moron you really are.
Suffice it to say I have never seen such odd acts
with a sauce bottle, but I assure you that those
have been copied and kept in safe places pending
the authoring of a glowing letter of
recommendation. (Try to use a spell check please,
as I hate having to correct your mistakes).
Thank-you for your time and I expect the letter of
recommendation on my desk by 8:00 a.m. tomorrow.
One word of this to anybody, and all of your
little twisted repugnant obsessions will be open
to the public. Never f*** with your systems
administrator. Why? Because they know what you do
that free time!
Wishing you a grand and glorious day,
1. When I say
to move, it means go someplace else, not switch
positions with each other so there are still two
of you in the way.
2. The dishes with the paw prints are yours and
contain your food. The other dishes are mine and
contain my food. (Please note, placing a paw
print in the middle of my plate & food does not
stake a claim for it becoming your food & dish,
nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the
3. The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and
is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is
not the object. Tripping me doesn't help
because I fall faster than you can run.
4. I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size
bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I
will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure
your comfort. Look at videos of dogs and cats
sleeping. They can actually curl up in a ball.
It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to
each other stretched out to the fullest extent
possible. (I also know that sticking tails
straight out and having tongues hanging out the
other end to maximize space used is nothing but
5. My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees.
6. For the last time, there is not a secret exit
from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you
there and manage to get the door shut, it is not
necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the
knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to
pull the door open. I must exit through the same
door I entered. (In addition, I have been using
the bathroom for years...canine or feline
attendance is not mandatory.)
7. The proper order is kiss me, then go smell
the other dog's or cat's butt. I cannot stress
this enough. It would be such a simple change
8. To pacify you I have posted the following
message on our front door:
Rules for Non-pet owners who visit and like to
complain about our pets:
· They live here; you don't.
· If you don't want their hair on your clothes,
stay off the furniture.
· I like my pet better than I like most people.
· To you it's an animal. To me he and/or she is
an adopted son and/or daughter who is short,
hairy, walks on all fours and is speech
Dogs and cats are better than kids. They eat
less, don't ask for money all the time, are
easier to train, usually come when called, never
drive your car, don't hang out with drug using
friends, don't drink or smoke, don't worry about
buying the latest fashions, don't wear your
clothes, don't need a gazillion dollars for
college, and if they get pregnant, you can sell
these to make them bigger:
and with that, I'm
outta here. Have a great rest of the week,