Today I was so bored, I went to the gym just because. I’m not sure what got into me.
So to make up for it, I’m making a banana cream pie tonight. A girl has to lead a balanced life… right?
Today I was so bored, I went to the gym just because. I’m not sure what got into me.
So to make up for it, I’m making a banana cream pie tonight. A girl has to lead a balanced life… right?
Tonight we had an 80s party at church. Finding my outfit was easy… it only took 15 minutes in the clearance section of Target and about $20 (I splurged and bought some off-brand Keds). Apparently the 80s are making a comeback.
Before the party, some girls from my Sunday School class went out to celebrate one of their birthdays. We looked kind of silly at our restaurant dressed like that, but who really cares?
My sister looked pretty smokin’ in her 80s rodeo queen costume (she won best dressed).
We ran into some friends from Miami Vice…
Tonight’s party inspired me to start wearing leggings again. I haven’t worn them since 1989 (unless you count all those years of wearing leggings under my cheerleading skirt, but that was for warmth, not a fashion statement)… but they’re comfortable AND practical! I think they’re going to be part of my new “lounging around the house” uniform. And maybe, one day, they’ll come back in style enough for me to wear them to work… because they’re a heck of a lot more comfortable than pantihose!
He did it again. Harley the Wonder Schnoodle pooped on his ball. He’s obsessed with this ratty, half-chewed tennis ball that he carries around with him all the time. He even sleeps with this ball. It’s his prized possession.
Which is why I don’t know why he wasn’t more careful to not poop on it (while outside… I felt the need to clarify). Seriously. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s ever done this. It’s probably the fifth. So now yet another ball had to be tossed in the garbage, never to be seen again. And Harley knows exactly where it is, which is why for the next week, he’s going to cry at my back door, begging me to let him go retrieve it from the can in the garage.
Men. I just don’t get them. If Harley were a girl, I guarantee you the ball would still be here.
Somehow I knocked the “x” key off of my keyboard tonight. I didn’t notice it at first, since I don’t use the “x” very often. If you think about it, “x” is one of the least-used letters in the alphabet. That, along with the “z” can often go unnoticed.
But I uneXpectedly needed my “x” while working on my take-home test.
Imagine my surprise when I realized my “X” had fallen off of my keyboard! No eXaggeration, the “X” can’t be eXchanged for another letter… what eXactly can you do without it? I
I woke up this morning feeling worse, and since I’m super-paranoid about that terrible flu bug that has made its way around the hospital where I work, I high-tailed it over to my doctor’s office before work. Luckily, it was a doctor I know, and she loved the physician gala I threw last month, so she was happy to see me and very generous with her prescription-writing pen. She even gave me a coupon for a free inhaler. (Thanks doc!)
The nurse made me feel justified for feeling puny… I had a 99.9 temperature and she said my throat looked red. See… I knew I was sick! Luckily, the doctor said I’m not contagious, so I got cleared to go on to work (good thing, since I had two community board meetings today and I didn’t want to miss either… plus I had a cute new outfit to wear, and I’d hate to miss that opportunity!). After picking up four (count them—FOUR) prescriptions, I was ready to go. Although I still feel puny… probably because I’ve only taken one dose so far. I always seem to go to the doctor to find out how sick I am, but I hate to take medicine… I’ll probably forget to take it after 2-3 days… my A.D.D. setting in yet again.
I decided to read the fine print the pharmacy provided with my antibiotic (Amoxicillin). Here’s the side-effects it says I should worry about: nausea or vomiting, stomach/abdominal pain, yellowing eyes or skin, easy bruising or bleeding, and a persistent sore throat or fever. Now granted, all I started with was a fever and sore throat… so the medicine she prescribed could actually CAUSE a sore throat and fever, PLUS a bunch of other things I don’t even have yet! Where is the logic in that?
Apparently it could also shut down my kidneys or make me pregnant. Now THAT is some strong medicine!
1. I think my dog and I are allergic to the same things. He has been sick for a few days now, and tonight my throat started to hurt. Both of us are doped up on Benedryl… only I swallow mine and he takes his in peanut butter. I think we’ll both sleep well from the drugs.
2. Tonight I stuffed 270 surveys and labeled 270 envelopes for my research project. It’s the best kind of homework… the kind you can do while watching Dancing With The Stars. But it’s not exactly glamorous. They definitely don’t mention that part on the school’s recruiting Web site.
3. Dancing With The Stars is like a bad cruise show performance. I feel like a 70-year old lady in a muumuu every time I watch it. And yet, I still watch.
4. Only six days until the Rangers’ Opening Day (the season opener, not the home opener). They really should consider making Opening Day a federal holiday. I always take the day off work anyway, they might as well let the kids out of school and close the post office. I’m sure the mail man would like to watch the games. It may be the only day this season my Rangers are in first place.
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The Benedryl is starting to kick in, so I should sign off before I start hallucinating.
Last night I found a spider in my toilet. A large, hairy, thick brown spider. The kind that could probably kill you. I just happened to glance into my toilet before plopping down in my sleepy state, and there it was, staring back up at me, daring me to come any closer.
I tried to flush that sucker, but it kept swimming upstream and surviving. After I flushed the toilet so many times it began to run, I went with Plan B… I doused it with toilet bowl cleaner. Sure enough, those chemicals quickly killed it. I finally got him flushed down the drain (and then I flushed another three or four times just to be sure he was good and gone).
But now, every time I use the toilet, I’m paranoid that a spider might be hiding in there. It’s kind of like those stories about snakes coming up the pipes and ending up in a toilet. I never believed it. But now, I’m terrified!
I hosted my second annual family Easter lunch at my new house today. It was a lot of fun, and now I’m absolutely stuffed. I think I ate five times my body weight, but it was worthy every pound that may go straight to my rear end.
Here’s a run-down of what I served
1. brisket
2. honey baked ham (mom brought both meats… thanks mom!)
3. potato casserole (my favorite!)
4. stuffed mushrooms
5. vegetable casserole
6. fruit salad (an ex-boyfriend’s mom’s recipe… that recipe long outlasted the boy)
7. corn casserole
8. devilled eggs
9. bread
10. pecan pie
11. apple crisp pie (both pies made by sister Lindsay FROM SCRATCH! and they were FABULOUS!)
Tomorrow I’ll hit the gym to make up for eating all that food. But not before I indulge in left-over pecan pie for breakfast.
My ever-growing home-improvement project continues. Yesterday two very sweet guys came over and helped me paint 64 feet of dental crown molding. The “dental” part of the crown molding meant we had to paint the intricate pieces with a TINY paint brush. It added about three hours to an otherwise simple project, but doing it with other people made it fun (and I learned all sorts of interesting “guy opinions” on various topics). As a thank-you, I treated them to Sonic milk shakes and a home-cooked dinner. I figure I came out ahead.
This afternoon I’m changing gears and will become a lean, mean cooking machine. I’m hosting our family’s Easter Lunch tomorrow after church, and I’m very excited. I had to resist the urge to go buy more dishes and decorations for my 10 guests (because all of my money has gone toward stone and crown molding), but I think it will still be nice with what I have. I’ll crank up my music, put on my cute-and-frilly apron (hand-made by sister Sarah!) and cook for the next few hours. I’ll feel just like Martha Stuart (except the vegetables for my vegetable casserole came from the frozen section of Target instead of from my organic beet farm in the backyard). Okay, maybe I’m more like Rachel Ray. Whatever. It will still be fun!
Dear Neighbor:
Your barking dog woke me up again this morning. He does this every morning. It’s not like I sleep late… sometimes your dog wakes me up before my alarm goes off at 6:30. On the weekends, your dog usually wakes me up around 7:00 a.m. I really do like animals, but I don’t want to hear your dog bark before I have the chance to stumble out of bed to have my first cup of coffee. I’m a patient individual, but not until after 8:00. Before that, I’m a bit irrational.
Part of me wants to march over to your house, knock on the door, and very sweetly ask you to muzzle your dog. But I don’t know you yet, and I’m not sure how you’ll take my request. I’d hate for you to shoot me or vandalize my house or something.
I have considered leaving you a note. Maybe I could type it, or cut the letters out of a magazine and paste it together so you won’t be able to track it back to me. But that seems kind of passive-aggressive, and I’m really a nice person. At least, when I’ve had my sleep.
I’ve thought about calling the city to report you. Or maybe the Homeowner’s Association. Or I could always shoot your stupid dog with a tranquilizer dart. Not to kill it, of course, but to shut it up for a few hours.
I’ve had a lot of time to think about my options as I lay in bed each Saturday morning, unable to sleep because of the constant, incessant barking. Over and over and OVER.
So please at least consider the muzzle. Or a tranquilizer. Or maybe move. Just please, PLEASE stop the barking. Even my dog, the Wonder Schnoodle, is annoyed.
Thank you,
A concerned neighbor