A Day That is Just Like That One in October

In bigger news, G dislocated her knee AGAIN today. The last time she did was October 16th or 24th [she's done this twice before, both times in October, a year apart]. That's always a fun phone call to get: Ms. Suniverse? This is Secretary from Your Daughter's School. G dislocated her knee . . . FUCKITY FUCK.

So I had to bolt from work, couldn't get hold of E, called my sister to tell her to meet the ambulance at the school, booked to the ER, which WTF, why am I in an ER when there is SWINE FLU??? [This after spending yesterday in an exam room with people SNEEZING everywhere and last night in a high school gym watching a band concert with a gajillion families all breathing my same air].

So G got her knee popped in after taking some delightful drugs [morphine and this valium anesthetic] and now we're home and my sister picked up a ton of carryout which was cold by the time she got here, but at least it's food I didn't have to make, right? E had to go back to work, and I'm avoiding studying. Next exam is . . . Wed, May 6th. I think. Or Tuesday May 5th. I should check that out.

I'm tired.

Bullet[in]

• I took the girl to drum lessons today. She's getting really good. It's kind of cool. No. It's really cool. I want her to be in a kick ass punk girl band in high school. Straight edge, of course. She can play along with some Yeah Yeah Yeahs already. Very proud.
  
• I've been studying for the past couple of days and feel like I'm not getting anywhere. I'm so tired of this.
• It was 86 degrees here today. I had to haul out my summer clothes, which were delightfully wrinkled. I even painted my nails so that I could wear my sandals comfortably. I am no fan of unpainted toenails.
• Tomorrow it's going to be 60. Which I'm kind of happy about because I hate having nice weather when I can't do anything but look at it.
• Even though 60 is very nice weather. You can still wear summer-ish clothing, but layer a sweater. Or wear sandals with socks, like the Germans.
  
• We lost one of our garbage cans today. Evidently the wind blew it . . . somewhere. E thought he saw it down the street, but when he went to investigate, it wasn't ours. We still have the lid. That was sitting on the tree lawn. Still, not too big a deal, considering that a windy day is how we got our last garbage can. It's a nice one, too.
• I was starving when I made dinner, so I ended up making an appetizer plate [veggies & dip/assorted olives/cheese/sausage/hardboiled eggs], a fruit plate/bowl [cantaloupe] plus potato salad from scratch, steaks, sauteed mushrooms and grilled asparagus. I put back the chicken nuggets and cheese sticks I almost made. Obviously, we have a few leftovers. It was really good.
• I've said this several times today: There you go again, always taking someone else's side. Flanders, the water department, God. That is just fucking hilarious.
  

Dying for a New Look [HAHAHAHA PUNNY!] [Oh, sweet, jesus, shoot me now.]

I went and dyed my hair today.

This is a pretty big deal since:

• I haven't dyed my hair in almost 20 years.
• I have 2 boxes of that washout hair color in my house that I've been afraid to use because of my crazy anxiety about having allergic reactions to stuff like . . . water . . . or babies.
• I managed to make it through the ENTIRETY of my appointment with nary a freak out. That didn't happen until I was almost home, at which point I called my husband and got his voicemail and told him I was freaking out and probably going to die, but I'd pick up the girl at my parents and meet him at home for dinner.
  
• Then I made a bunch of other calls to friends/relatives and NO ONE answered, which was NOT helpful.
• And also made me feel like I was invisible.
• Except for the noxious hair color fumes still sticking to me.
• But I've managed to sit here for another 5 hours and not die from hair dye.

The thing is . . . when I used to color my hair, it was always fun, wacky colors. And this time, we went with my color, but a bit richer and glossier. So now the gray is gone, but it's . . . my color. Not pink or blond or orange. Just . . . dark brown. Kind of a let down. I keep looking at myself in the mirror, almost hoping that the color has turned red or blue.

But I did it! I faced my fear and dyed my hair.

Next time, I'm getting red highlights.

Hate to Shop.

I always detest shopping for myself because I can never find [well, very seldom find] anything on sale that I like. Or in the discount stores. People always say, "Oh, go to TJMaxx or Marshalls, you'll find lots of great things there." But I never do. And my competitive crazy side makes me feel like a failure for NOT finding a great designer suit for $7.50. Also, I just have issues buying stuff for myself.

Last night, E and I went to dinner and he was talking about how he wanted to get some new shoes. I had mentioned how I needed a new black suit because my old one was really showing the wear of a year's worth of wear, plus there was some weird grey stain on the sleeve that wouldn't come out. So we went to DSW and Macys. They had some great shoes at DSW for him, but not in his size, so we hit Macys, where he got a pair of shoes and a belt for an amazing deal.

Then we went and looked for a suit for me. I found a nice Jones New York jacket and pants and shirt, but I could only get 20% off, which made me feel like a failure, not only because I felt like I should be a better bargain hunter, but also because of the whole "Now's the best time to haggle" thing.

I hate shopping. I got a nice suit which I like, but I almost threw up at the price because I felt awful paying that much for myself. E reminded me that I had been on him to get a new black suit and we would have paid at least that much for his, and he would only wear it on special occassions, not every day to work. Still. It's exhausting.

Plus, we bought $4 worth of Mega Millions lottery tickets, and we didn't win any money. Bitter.

So I'm trying to focus on the positive. It's beautiful out today, and I only have a few errands to run plus some schoolwork to do. I may sit outside and do it. Although I have noticed bugs are already flying around like they own the place. Still, it's pleasant and nice and I'm going to enjoy my day.

And maybe go to Macys and see if I can't get any more money off that suit.

[Not] Much Ado About Absolutely Nothing

I need to start writing down my blog post ideas again. I have them and then lose them and so I sit in front of my computer thinking of something to say and come up with nothing.

I did get this cool app for my iPhone - Stanza. You can download it for free and get free books from publishers - generally the classics, but a few new things. I'm reading an Agatha Christie - The Secret Agent [ I think ] - and it's been pretty good. I was never much for AC - I was more a Raymond Chandler gal, but this is pretty good. A few screens at a time. I'm really surprised that reading on the iPhone isn't more annoying.

Still existing.

I was stricken with some sort of typhus. Seriously. I'm still sick and can't hear out of my right ear.

This is exhausting. I spent I don't know how long yesterday at work making up a list of pros and cons for my life.

35 cons.
10 pros.

Not in a good mindset.