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Are there any relationship/marriage books out there that are NOT written by Dr. FirstName? Because seriously? I went to the library the other day and ended up with:

The Sweet Potato Queen's Guide to Marriage and Divorce

And

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

It's been a craptacular week.

Stop by my house!

I've had an on and off migraine since Friday morning and it's made getting things done kind of iffy. I tend to get loopy and drained, and my thought processes are really scattered and ridiculously flighty. I haven't done much since Thursday.

What I DID manage to do was stand in front of my kitchen windows one night with the lights on in my bra and absent-mindedly give myself a self-breast exam and freak out because I thought I had a lump but it was only my nipple.

The thought processes leading up to that action, I couldn't begin to explain.

Update

• My lack of activity - being sick drained me and now I need to get back in action because evidently my body sees sickness as No Exercise = GAIN 5LBS! WTF? I had the FLU. Who gains weight when they have the flu?


I got my period.

A Title Goes Here

So the parent frenzy because of the fire has been mad-crazy. I've only gotten mass emails and second hand crap from my good friend who is PTA president (She is sooooo loving that), and it has simply reinforced my belief that parents are fucking crazy when it comes to their kids and I am NOT going to volunteer to be the point person ever ever ever again.

E has been hilarious - I've forwarded information and emails to him, and he's all, "I'm sorry, did I miss something? Did somebody die? OR WAS IT JUST A BUILDING FIRE WHEN NOBODY WAS THERE? And now they are moving to a new school with AIR CONDITIONING?" I can't wait until the parent meeting!

In other news, I'm starting to have anxiety about:

• Finding a job
• My stupid federal courts class which makes my brain hurt to even think about - I know NOTHING about that class. I even met with the prof for an hour and STILL have no idea how to apply anything.
  
• My lack of activity - being sick drained me and now I need to get back in action because evidently my body sees sickness as No Exercise = GAIN 5LBS! WTF? I had the FLU. Who gains weight when they have the flu?

I did have a hilarious conversation with a friend of mine where we discussed how we enjoying the stretching of yoga, but NOT the "Just relax and let it go" part. We both feel that letting it go is dangerous because what will you do without the stress? Won't your body fall apart without that ball lodged in your chest? And what if it doesn't come back and you are left with a hole in your soul? HUH? WHAT THEN, YOGA MASTER?

In other crazy news, I have actually managed to take my meds from being sick. This is huge. Granted, there were a couple of days when I skipped a dose because I was nervous about something and afraid that my nerves would exacerbate the medication and kill me (because I believe that is a side effect of amoxicillin - DO NOT TAKE WHILE NERVOUS, THIS WILL KILL YOU is on a yellow label on my pill bottle). Still. I'm taking my meds! Today amoxicillin. Tomorrow, crazy pills? Who knows!

I am kind of migraine-y though. That does not bode well for the day. I hope it's not from the amoxicillin.

WTF?

So, I know that housing prices are falling like crazy, but I hadn't realized I suddenly live in the ghetto:

There was an arson fire at my daughter's school last night/wee hours of this morning.

Unbelievable. There was an attempted arson in December. This time the shitbag succeeded.

So she's out of school until next week, when they head to a new building. Of course, all her school supplies were there, so we have to get all new stuff this week. And all the teachers' supplies are most probably damaged beyond repair (the center of the fire was 2 rooms down from my daughter's).

I'm more angry than scared - and really, really frustrated.

Sunday Night Randomness

I have to pee.

And I hate school.

And though I'm still kind of stir crazy, I'm not looking forward to heading out to class on Tuesday. Maybe I'll be a hermit.

I've still got one class to read for and of course, it's the frickity fricking hardest fricking class ever, so that should be a breeze, right?

I also have to finish my stupid ass 3rd draft for my note. I hate this shit.

On the bright side, I made excellent cauliflower tonight. I know it's not much of a plus, but it was really good, and frankly, I'll take what I can get.

Also, my nails look really nice (OPI Malaga Wine




- as an aside, I bought the Russian Navy -



it's pretty cool, but the first time I wore it, I put 2 coats on and that is one too many. My nails looked cool, but black with a slight navy hint. I did the Girl's nails with it the other day and only used one coat. Much better. I'm thinking of getting Siberian Nights, Suzi Says Da or Midnight in Moscow, except I can't choose even though they are almost exactly the same color. Sad, really.).

O.k., now I REALLY have to pee.

It's What Day Now?

I can't believe I've been sick for a week. The Girl still has a dry, hacking cough, but I actually woke up this morning feeling not like hell, which is a vast improvement.

The Husband and I had plans to go out with another couple to watch UofM hockey (oh, yeah, totally my choice), but while I'm not dead, I'm not well, so he picked a ringer and took a friend. Or maybe he took his mistress. I'm not sure.

I've done some homework, but can't seem to get myself excited about doing anymore. I am excited about ordering some non-school books. Plus a DVD of Casablanca. Our VHS copy is wearing out, so I'm moving into the early 2000s and upgrading. Of course, this will push back the whole doing homework thing, but really, who gives a shit?

I also realized today that I've been in this house for the past 3 days. My only time outside has been getting the mail. I need to get out. I think I'm turning into Jack Nicholson.



Or Homer Simpson.

I Love My Doctor

BUT I FUCKING HATE HATE HATE HER OFFICE.

Seriously. It's hit the point where I have to be really, really, really sick before I'll call to try and see her. It's a minimum of 5 minutes on hold (and that's a fast day) before I can try and make an appointment, then over 40 minutes waiting for my appointment to be called so I can FINALLY get medical care.

She's fantastically awesome, and we talked about politics and our kids and the world in general (and my ailments - hello, infected ears and throat!!!), and she apologized for running late, but still. FUCK.

Plus, she's also G's doctor so I had to take G there this afternoon (Long story short, she had a 9a.m. and a 3:15 available, and G was still sleeping at my parents' house while I was out on the road on my cell trying to make an appointment, so I went early) and wait another fuckity fucking 1 1/2 hours for the appointment to be over before we got our scrips (amoxicillin, but pills, not pink medicine) and could FINALLY pick up E and go home.

Where we stretched out on the couch while E made dinner. We watched Project Runway. I'm no fan of reality shows, but this was less painful than most. And then we ate beef. Delicious.

Selfish

Still sick.

I spent from Thursday night until last night taking care of the kid, and I completely reached my limit. It really brought home how miserable I was when she was a baby and I had post partum. In both cases, she was needy, and I felt miserable, and by 4:30 last night, I was just done. I had nothing left to give. One kid = good idea. I couldn't handle anymore.

I was hoping to be better today and go to school, so we sent G to my parents' house to stay home another day, since she's still tired and cough-y. Instead, I woke up with a fever again, and spent the morning dozing and watching Entourage (Go Aquaman!).

I also had a phone meeting, which was o.k. when it finally happened. I tend to dwell on things that worry me (like this meeting) and picture the worst and then worry about how this person will yell at me or berate me and how I have to come up with answers and justifications. Which is not at all what happened or what was even going to happen, but still, I tend to focus on the negative and spiral from there.

Anyway, now I'm resting and it's very nice to only take care of myself (although I wouldn't mind someone else taking care of me). Selfish, maybe. But I know that we're all better off if the kid is at her grandparents being doted on and I can watch R-rated material while I recuperate.

Caught It

Yeah. I got sick.

I went to bed at 7:45 last night. And woke up at 5:30a.m. Boo.

But, by 9:00, I had made breakfast for me the and child, gotten dressed, watched Clueless (still an awesome movie-who doesn't love Paul Rudd? And how cute is Alicia Silverstone?) and Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the episode where Xander has that random witch cast a spell so he is irresistible to Cordelia, but it backfires and everyone else loves him) and we tried to watch a thing on Einstein on the History channel, which we found too confusing for our ailing minds.

I did manage to go out yesterday (and probably infect a lot of people - you're welcome) and got new glasses (still choking at how much I spent) and a new coat. Not the one I was going to buy, but a dressy coat, which I did not have.

Here they are:

Glasses





Coat




I may go back and get the other coat. It's a short black wool/cashmere coat. And it's fuckity fuck cold here, so I'll need to layer. Seriously. Windchill at -25 degrees is not a temperature.

It's Saturday Already?

The Child is ill - she finally caught the flu that was infesting her school. I'm exhausted and only hoping that I'm tired and not coming down with the same.

The Girl used to get night terrors when she was small, and she still hallucinates when she spikes a fever. That shit is terrifying when you are woken from a deep (if disjointed) sleep. She generally sleeps with me when she's sick (because she attempted to make a break for it during one session of hallucinations - headed right for the front door, she did, insisting it was time to get out and we had to be reaaaallllyy quiet), so I don't get much sleep and it makes my reaction time really slow.

This morning, she was standing by the side of the bed, slamming her hands on the mattress, asking me, "But gooblly terttraticly tarranta?" It took a few seconds to realize she wasn't, in fact making sense. For a moment, I thought I forgot how to speak English. I finally got her settled ("But we'll share the universe, right?") and changed out of her soaked through p.j.s before falling into another disjointed slumber.

I wanted to head out to FINALLY get some glasses (and this awesome wool/cashmere coat that's massively on sale and I'm kicking myself for not buying), but I'm so tired. I need a personal shopper. And a nap

Wheee!

My computer is back! Hooray! No info lost AND a brand spanking new keyboard and base cover (why? I asked friendly Apple guy and he said they probably replaced it because it was dirty. AWESOME!). All for free! Well, for the $300 3 year warranty. And I managed to walk out of the store without buying anything else (but how cute are the Shuffle covers? The Kid totally needs those! And the pretty, pretty iPhone. Yummmmm.)

On a downer note - I had a horrible panic attack while driving to the mall. Yuck-o. Not even on the freeway. I hate that. HATE IT. I hate the crazy.

Still! I got my computer!

Time to catch up with all the fun I missed online!

Hiya, Toots!

Computer - broken
Me - smad (Sad+ Mad = Thanks, Gilmore Girls!)

So my computer stopped working on Saturday. I took it into the Apple store at the mall - that place was INSANELY crowded. Luckily, I had an appointment and only had to wait 10 minutes. Fuckers. I did play with the iPhone to pass the time. Yummy. I can't wait until I graduate and buy myself one. Law school will have been totally worth it.

We ended up having dinner at the mall (because we are classy like that; also because I was smad and didn't want to cook). Our journey took us past a number of stores, and can I just say, Victoria's Secret - what. the. fuck? Seriously. It was whore central.

Now I am not a prude, and if you want to wear uncomfortable slutty underwear, by all means, jam that thong string up your ass. HOWEVER. Please refrain from dressing your mannequins like Slutty McWhorelady. I do NOT want to have to run interference across your store window because my child feels unbelievable uncomfortable when confronted with a mannequin wearing a thong-style teddy facing BUTT OUT.

I am not a mall person, that is for sure.

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Reminiscing about my computer (it's been 2 days!), I remember those times when I've put my headphones on and haven't quite managed to listen to music through them. What ends up happening is:

1- I pull up iTunes, put on my headphones and then start doing something else before I select a song. For easily 10 minutes at a time.

2- I put on my headphones, think about pulling up iTunes, and then start doing something else. Sometimes the headphones are plugged in. Quite often, they are not. So I'm sitting there, unplugged headphones on, listening to NOTHING. Weirdo.

3 - I have, on more than one occasion, managed to plug my headphones into the wrong outlet. And then I wonder why the music sounds so far away.

I still miss my computer.

Migraine + Snowstorm =

No fun.

I knew I was getting a headache last night, but I had no meds on me at school, and by the time I got home, it was too late. That made sitting in class kind of difficult (glad it was a particularly thorny session in evidence! I'll be sure to understand the intricacies of blah blah blah now!). It also made falling asleep difficult (although that 1/2 snooze on the couch probably did NOT help matters - in my defense, the particular X Files episode we were watching was wretched). I stayed up until 1 re-reading HP7 (Snape's still good, I still don't get the whole King's Cross thing - my brain starts to glaze over and the girl from Ipanema goes walking by.) which really did not help. I'm feeling better, finally, but still woozy.

I've been wandering around all morning trying to focus on my gigantic to-do list. I've managed to eat breakfast and shower and sort of clean the kitchen, but when faced with the prospect of dusting or reading (for school, not pleasure) or even making a grocery list, I'm overwhelmed and have to sit down and stare into space for a few minutes.

I think my tater tots are done. Or the kitchen's on fire.

Have a good one!