| before i forget... |
[Oct. 22nd, 2006|04:01 pm] |
i just got out of the shower. one interesting fact about me is that i'm very sensitive to smell. i might use a shampoo or conditioner that made my hair look crappy, provided it smelled good. i would NOT use a shampoo or conditioner that smelled like shit, ever, even if it made my hair the most gorgeous in the world.
so then i wonder whether nursing is the right thing for me, considering i'm gonna have to smell all kinds of terrible smells. but i don't really put values on smells automatically. skunk smells good to me. things smell like what they are if i'm in the right frame of mind.
so what is your secret power that could also be your downfall? |
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| day with the kids |
[Oct. 8th, 2006|11:28 am] |
since i'm taking care of both kids today, i thought i'd devote an entry to them.
Calvin's turn-ons: food of all kinds, bottles ("bots"), cats, dump trucks, milk, touching anything on my computer, naptime, shoes, screaming, following anja around, buckets of filthy water, saying "yes" even when it's not in his best interest (eg, Q: do you want to go to the naughty spot? A: yes.)
Calvin's turn-offs: putting on clothes, seeing georgette leave, the naughty spot, coming indoors, staying indoors, diaper changes
Anja's turn-ons: curious george, band-aids, juice, "good" noodles (ie, very little sauce), rice, spongebob, art supplies of all kinds, purses, dressing up, bossing calvin around, most bugs and animals, chewing gum, making messes with powdered laundry detergent, toothpaste
Anja's turn-offs: naptime, bedtime, "bad" noodles (ie, too much sauce), the naughty spot, seeing me leave, fire ants, wasps, getting yelled at, brushing her teeth (yes, it's true, she likes toothpaste but not brushing her teeth with it. and she will brush her teeth without toothpaste) |
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| i am NOT making this up! |
[Sep. 22nd, 2006|10:05 pm] |
paul was channel surfing and i swear, swear, swear!!! that we saw a fat man in a yellow suit telling the following story:
one of his parishioners had a friend on crack cocaine. she made some kool-aid with holy water (obtained by said man in yellow suit). after drinking holy-water-laced-kool-aid, crackhead was "saved."
wow! they should market that shit! it truly would be a revolution, wouldn't it? yeah. |
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| ^%$*((*^%%%$$#$$#!!!!!!!!!!!! |
[Sep. 16th, 2006|11:47 pm] |
yeah, that's right.
i got to meet some goddamn rgis people at 4.15 in the
goddamn AM to ride to goddamn albany and count a books-a-million at 6 am and i am Pissed (um, i guess i'm assuming a lot here. had an awful talk with joan, who told me to rip up the ron jeremy check (thanks guys! you da bomb. really, thanks. in case you were wondering i have not ripped the check up YET) and she just wanted to see me CONTRIBUTE SOMETHING. OKAY. should i go to sleep?
yes, georgette! i should!
yes, joan! i should!
fuck that shit!
PABST BLUE RIBBON. |
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| sisterly litany |
[Sep. 16th, 2006|11:26 pm] |
"Don't you have to be at work in about three hours?"
"Yup."
"Aren't you going to go to sleep?"
"Mmmhmmm."
"Okay." (leaves room) |
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| brief dream |
[Sep. 16th, 2006|07:59 am] |
I am in an outdoor area with all kinds of people, mostly kids. Almost everyone but me is throwing up. I have to go to work in a little while, so i am hesitant about touching anyone because naturally i don't want to smell like vomit and i am sure that i will if it touches me. in fact, a little kid comes up to me wanting a hug but i tell him not to touch me and immediately feel bad about it.
then i'm in the house with my sister. i explain to her that we're going to kill some cockroaches in the bathroom and that the best way to do it is leave the light off for a while and then turn it on suddenly. sure enough, there are a bunch of cockroaches crawling around when we turn the light on. our method of killing, swatting at them with a towel, is ineffective. finally we see a giant roach protecting all the other ones and we are too horrified by the sight to do anything but stare at it. |
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| yes, we had to do this game today! |
[Sep. 13th, 2006|03:56 pm] |
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stokes is a neat freak. joanna is a girl scout leader. will plays in a band. bob grew up in montana. linda has six kids. robert likes computers. richard is a paramedic. lindsey b. likes to cook. lindsey y. is a perfectionist. nadia likes to brew beer and wine. erika has horses. vickie has a daughter in the OTA program. wendy has three kids. teneal has a twin sister who is a second-year nursing student. and april teaches dance at a church. |
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| suck! |
[Sep. 9th, 2006|02:52 pm] |
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that's IT. dang it! the fucking mail didn't come until just a couple of minutes ago and MY CHECK WAS NOT THERE. goddammit! paul got HIS check. g got something. now the check is 2 days late. i'm going to have to borrow money from g & p or something. this makes me so mad! :-( |
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| calvin's hand |
[Sep. 7th, 2006|06:21 pm] |
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calvin is back and smiling. he got 6 stitches. |
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| accident |
[Sep. 7th, 2006|05:07 pm] |
Paul and i were smoking outside (georgette was inside with calvin and anja) when we heard a LOUD scream and g yelled, "PAUL!" never a good sign.
calvin had cut his hand in the dining room. g didn't know how or where in the dining room (anyone who has been to my house knows that it is FULL of crap). while g and p tried to make calvin quit screaming and clean his hand up, i asked anja if she saw what happened. she had, and she showed me where he had fallen, allowing us to conclude that he had cut his hand on a pane of glass sitting against the wall.
g and p took calvin to the med stop to get a stitch (it's a pretty deep cut). i feel sorry for calvin and company but i am so proud of anja. |
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| bitchfest! |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|06:35 pm] |
I have wanted to KILL the two toddlers here more than once just in the few hours that i have been home. really. kill.
throwing dishes full of food. threatening to dump out sippy cups full of juice and milk. trying to mash the keys on this computer. fussing for no good damn reason whatsoever. asking when the soup will be done over and over and over. asking for more juice and milk, then watching it drip out of the cup onto their stomachs. hitting each other with toys. trying to go downstairs when they're not supposed to.
as you may have guessed, anja is feeling better today, which i guess is a relief. however, i am in a foul-ass mood because i have to go to a goddamn jc penney in motherfucking savannah tonight and haven't gotten a moment's peace (other than the relative peace of cutting up vegetables for soup) since i got home. i would like to take a nap. instead i must put on an ugly poly-cotton blend polo shirt and ugly pants and ugly shoes and ride in a van all the way across the damn state. also, my car is about to be out of gas and i'm also almost out of cigarettes. |
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| dogtard |
[Sep. 5th, 2006|08:16 pm] |
Anja woke up this morning with a 103-degree fever. I had to go to class but luckily georgette was here. who else can readily get a doctor as alternate child-care provider for their sick child?
I almost fell asleep in class today watching a video about how to listen to bowel sounds. then i had to meet with my boss about getting written up. then when i got home i tried to read some crap for school tomorrow, but i was so sleepy.
after i woke up, anja went to the doctor. they took blood and pee (they put one of those bags on her since she's not potty trained yet. she refused to pee for a long time. then i took her outside and hugged and sqeezed her, thinking maybe i could squeeze out some pee. eureka!). she has a virus (translation: nothing was in the blood or pee, but i do appreciate their looking). i still have to take a million (29) blood pressures before next tuesday.
tired. |
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| can't complain |
[Sep. 4th, 2006|05:08 pm] |
it has been a reasonably pleasant labor day, despite my horrible old navy experience of last night (and despite steve irwin's untimely demise, which seems to be bumming out a lot of folks in these parts) AND despite my daughter's minor illness (she was running a fever this morning, no biggie... it meant that she was't as active, a guilty plus. tylenol took care of that). anja is coloring peacefully right now, truly my daughter.
we have grapes this year! now my tasks are to make pear AND grape (muscadines, of course... or are they scuppernongs?) wine, yay (my watermelon wine is languishing at the moment, alas, and the peach is slowly but surely getting lower... that's why i'm good at it, i guess. you can just do it and then truly forget about it for a while and STILL end up with something good. i love it)! i just have to find the time and motivation (simultaneously) to do it.
that's about it. happy labor day, everyone! |
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| thanks, guy |
[Sep. 2nd, 2006|04:51 pm] |
those of you who read my entry about elmo will know what i mean.
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| Random quote of the day |
[Aug. 29th, 2006|04:24 pm] |
We used to post quotes like this when we were copyediting (also funny names from references). You don't come across them too often in published texts, but I found one:
"Veracity is often difficult to achieve. It may not be difficult to tell the truth, but it can be difficult hard to decide how much truth to tell."
Not the best I've seen, but passable (and so durned relevant!). |
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| surprise work |
[Aug. 28th, 2006|02:44 pm] |
I was supposed to go to work at 9:30. When I got home from class, Georgette gave me the message from RGIS that I should call them... turns out they want me to work at 4:00 to do the back room.
This is actually good because it means I'll have priority getting out (which is nice when I have to meet my carpool at 8 AM tomorrow). It also means that they don't hate me because they don't ask sucky people to do the back room, and they don't ask sucky people to work extra hours (in fact, one of our team leaders was "punished" by getting a 2-week vacation, unpaid of course).
The only bad part is that I now have to budget my time, something I'm reasonably good at but which causes me undue anxiety. Also, Anja's going to be extra clingy when I DO see her, which will only be a few minutes tomorrow morning! She has mastered the art of the guilt trip already: Her new thing to yell out when she's having a fit is (even when I'm standing right there) is "Mommy come back!!!"
Oh well. |
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| mmmhmmm. |
[Aug. 26th, 2006|02:16 am] |
Susan... looks like cats just love you and your home LOL!
Ever wonder what Susan looks like? Well wonder no more, check it out (before she takes it down).
"Everybody wants to have a girl like Susan"--how embarrassing.
Susan looks like she's having fun on stage. |
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[Aug. 25th, 2006|03:44 pm] |
dang. i just cooked a good-ass dinner that will leave me and my family with stinky breath for days. here is the general plan for it:
what you need to have:
hot cooked angel hair pasta (time it so that the pasta is done approximately at the same time as the sauce... start the water after you have your ingredients prepped or it might take too long)
chopped/diced bell pepper (a whole one if you follow the rest of the recipe)
garlic (obscene amount, 8 cloves for every stick of butter, which you need to use for every 4 people or so)
butter (also an obscene amount, see above)
red pepper (however much you can tolerate. i like to use as much as possible)
olive oil (lots to fill out the butter some because your sauce is made of OIL, ha ha ha, like 1/2 cup)
shrimp (shelled is better, but unshelled is okay too, a couple of pounds maybe)
fresh chopped parsley (lots, at least a handful after it's already chopped, and more if possible)
lemons, cut in half or more
salt (to taste)
pepper (to taste)
what you need to do:
Melt the butter and olive oil over medium-low heat. Add the garlic and red pepper. Cook for a couple of minutes until the kitchen is REALLY stinky (but not burned-stinky). Then add the bell pepper and shrimp. Cook and stir until shrimp is just done. Add parsley, stir. Squeeze a couple of lemon halves over mixture, stir again. Add salt and pepper and serve over pasta.
Good Lord! You can't eat this every day, but it's a nice once-a-week kind of deal. And the garlic, parsley, red pepper, and lemon are good for you! Yay! |
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