My life has been absolutely chaotic this past week. I was brutally reminded of the depths that people will stoop to simply to continue their own agendas of pain and malice towards people who have done nothing but love them. Am I perfect? Of course not - I don't know anyone who honestly believes they are. When you lie awake at night, you probably think to yourself about what you are going to do the next day to be a good person, productive member of society, loving wife/husband, loyal daughter/son, effective employee, whatever the fuck it is...it probably is NOT how you can cause MORE pain and MORE sorrow and MORE turmoil in a person's life. Especially when that person wants nothing more than to mourn with YOU and be there for YOU after such a horrific, unbelievable, SENSELESS death.
After shock comes tears comes vomiting comes anger comes more tears comes confusion comes anger comes murderous anger comes realization comes recollection comes collection comes focus comes gratitude comes calm. So, there you can see the progression of my emotions in the past week and I think I am moving towards calm. I should be grateful to finally be shutting the door on a part of my life that I was never ready to give up. GIVE UP!!
Monday, December 17, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
Life
- Diagnosed with hypertonic pelvic floor disfunction and anismus yesterday after a horrifically painful procedure yesterday.
- My cousin died yesterday.
- My cousin died yesterday.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Today is NOT the greatest day I have ever known...
We had an intern leave today for various reasons; all of which were avoidable, which is probably the worst part. He was a great guy and wasn't given a fair shot. I'll keep it short and sweet...he was treated like shit, reacted in kind, and that just exacerbated things. I've heard the complaints since Week 1 - he really was not treated properly from the very beginning.
We had a great lunch at Nodding Head...rather...everyone had a great lunch besides me - I had some white beans and a pita...with a few beers...so yes, I did have a great lunch. It was just primarily liquid. Everyone enjoyed their burgers, which was wonderful, but I really wanted to save my MEAL of the day for JR at Ott's for our pitcher and fried mushroom dinner that we do on occasion.
Tomorrow we have some friends coming over for dinner and I was planning on making this crazy dinner but after writing a recipe down of a really easy pasta recipe, I decided to make that instead.
I had a dentist appointment yesterday, and I was very afraid to go because recently, every appointment I have had is to either have a checkup which resulting in the discovery of cavities or to actually have said cavities filled. Wasn't I pleasantly surprised when they cleaned my teeth, said they looked great and they could tell I have been flossing (awkward...haven't been flossing and rarely using Listerine). I was in a good mood because I was picking up pizza from Passariello's and JR was picking on a bottle of wine for us to enjoy. I was even FURTHER surprised when he said he picked up not a magnum of wine, but a BOX of Fish Eye Shiraz which is so tasty. We ate our pizza, watched some football, and I was off to bed.
I am very happy this weekend is here; this week was draining and today was especially sad.
We had a great lunch at Nodding Head...rather...everyone had a great lunch besides me - I had some white beans and a pita...with a few beers...so yes, I did have a great lunch. It was just primarily liquid. Everyone enjoyed their burgers, which was wonderful, but I really wanted to save my MEAL of the day for JR at Ott's for our pitcher and fried mushroom dinner that we do on occasion.
Tomorrow we have some friends coming over for dinner and I was planning on making this crazy dinner but after writing a recipe down of a really easy pasta recipe, I decided to make that instead.
I had a dentist appointment yesterday, and I was very afraid to go because recently, every appointment I have had is to either have a checkup which resulting in the discovery of cavities or to actually have said cavities filled. Wasn't I pleasantly surprised when they cleaned my teeth, said they looked great and they could tell I have been flossing (awkward...haven't been flossing and rarely using Listerine). I was in a good mood because I was picking up pizza from Passariello's and JR was picking on a bottle of wine for us to enjoy. I was even FURTHER surprised when he said he picked up not a magnum of wine, but a BOX of Fish Eye Shiraz which is so tasty. We ate our pizza, watched some football, and I was off to bed.
I am very happy this weekend is here; this week was draining and today was especially sad.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
One more day!
Tomorrow we leave for The Chateau to celebrate our ONE YEAR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY! We are staying in the same suite we did on our wedding night and having dinner where we had our reception and going to a wine tasting and getting breakfast in bed and eating pizza at one of our favorite little Italian restaurants (meatball with fresh garlic mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm) and we are going to have so much fun drinking champagne and eating cheese and lounging in the king size bed and enjoying the gigantic bottle of Moet that will be waiting for us after dinner with the box of chocolates from the local candy shop and tons of rose petals and a flat screen plasma TV and leather couches with mirrors on two sides and a bar and a whirlpool bath tub and...and...yeah that's what I am looking forward to!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Saul Williams
Trent Reznor produced his (Saul Williams') latest record so of course, he was pimping it. I gave it a few spins and it is really effing good, so I have been listening to "WTF" for the past 48 hours. Check it -
I’m fighting every war at once and I’m winning.
You can’t think of me like you did in the beginning…
By the time you hear this song you’ve gone wrong.
Caught in the labyrinths of time, in your mind.
Unlearn. Unwind. But, not to worry, there is no hurry.
“Come unto me”, says She. “You’ve been polluted uprooted by Time. You have been muted, computed, but I’m a living vessel of the One, of the Moon, of the Sun. Come.”
Hey! You ain’t as dead as you seem - what the fuck? Hey! But you keep living your lies. Hey! Your life’s a bore but you dream. Bring yourself to be yourself tonight.
I see evidence in how you hold your head.
And I see evidence in how you say what’s said.
I see it in your eyes, that you’ve been hypnotized.
“You’ve been polluted, uprooted by Time. You have been muted, computed but I’m a living vessel of the One, of the Moon, of the Sun."
Hey! You ain’t as dead as you seem - what the fuck? Hey! But you keep living your lies. Hey! Your life’s a bore but you dream. Bring yourself to be yourself tonight.
Bring yourself to be yourself.
The whole album is very good and I recommend it. I probably like WTF because it is Trent Reznor through the whole thing with Saul Williams saying, "What the fuck" in the background. Still good.
On another note, I met with a surgeon yesterday and the results were not that great; things are not working as they should. I honestly thought he would laugh me out of his office, and after I tried to tell him I was pretty good on Zelnorm, he said that he was sure that helps for the motility stuff, but basically when he was doing the tests on me, my body was doing the exact OPPOSITE of what it is supposed to do when one digests. Now on to the tests to find out why...
I’m fighting every war at once and I’m winning.
You can’t think of me like you did in the beginning…
By the time you hear this song you’ve gone wrong.
Caught in the labyrinths of time, in your mind.
Unlearn. Unwind. But, not to worry, there is no hurry.
“Come unto me”, says She. “You’ve been polluted uprooted by Time. You have been muted, computed, but I’m a living vessel of the One, of the Moon, of the Sun. Come.”
Hey! You ain’t as dead as you seem - what the fuck? Hey! But you keep living your lies. Hey! Your life’s a bore but you dream. Bring yourself to be yourself tonight.
I see evidence in how you hold your head.
And I see evidence in how you say what’s said.
I see it in your eyes, that you’ve been hypnotized.
“You’ve been polluted, uprooted by Time. You have been muted, computed but I’m a living vessel of the One, of the Moon, of the Sun."
Hey! You ain’t as dead as you seem - what the fuck? Hey! But you keep living your lies. Hey! Your life’s a bore but you dream. Bring yourself to be yourself tonight.
Bring yourself to be yourself.
The whole album is very good and I recommend it. I probably like WTF because it is Trent Reznor through the whole thing with Saul Williams saying, "What the fuck" in the background. Still good.
On another note, I met with a surgeon yesterday and the results were not that great; things are not working as they should. I honestly thought he would laugh me out of his office, and after I tried to tell him I was pretty good on Zelnorm, he said that he was sure that helps for the motility stuff, but basically when he was doing the tests on me, my body was doing the exact OPPOSITE of what it is supposed to do when one digests. Now on to the tests to find out why...
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Zelnorm
So it really might happen. I really might be able to get back on the drug that brought me to within 95% of normality. Physically, not mentally before the jokes start.
Since the GI I was seeking down here is clearly not invested in making me feel better and his office staff is a bunch of wenches, I basically called my old doctor who is 1.5 hours away (worth the drive, now that I have tested the water down in Philly...) and said I was more comfortable with him and his method of treatment, i.e., medication versus eating spicy food and SURGERY.
I will consult with the surgeon and see what his thoughts are, but I really think he'll be like, "Thanks for the co-pay, but get out - you don't need surgery. You're just constipated." But I'm going, I'm going, I swear.
This weekend is our nine year anniversary of being together, and since we are throwing ourselves into the lap of luxury next week (more on that some other time), we are going to have a nice dinner on Friday at the little BYO I mentioned a few posts back. Well, very far back...probably like September-ish.
We're having dinner at my Dad's on Saturday and hosting JR's parents (his father this time) on Sunday for dinner. It will be a pretty laid back weekend with enough action not get bored. There is a co-op in our office who I am growing so fond of. I frequently talk/shout to myself and she always has a choice comment, i.e., Me - "Ahhh Britney Spears!" Her - "It's Britney bitch." She doesn't miss a beat. Today on Preston and Steve (local Philly rock morning show) there was a jeweler on talking about what he was donating to a slain police officer's foundation and all of a sudden, there was the sound of a train. Literally, randomly there was a "Choo chooooo" in the middle of this somber soliloquy and I nearly died because Preston asked completely deadpan "Why did a train sound just happen?" And with jeweler, Steven Singer just goes with and says, "Because I'm leaving bye!" or something like that - I was CRYING I was laughing so hard. I need to find that podcast...
Since the GI I was seeking down here is clearly not invested in making me feel better and his office staff is a bunch of wenches, I basically called my old doctor who is 1.5 hours away (worth the drive, now that I have tested the water down in Philly...) and said I was more comfortable with him and his method of treatment, i.e., medication versus eating spicy food and SURGERY.
I will consult with the surgeon and see what his thoughts are, but I really think he'll be like, "Thanks for the co-pay, but get out - you don't need surgery. You're just constipated." But I'm going, I'm going, I swear.
This weekend is our nine year anniversary of being together, and since we are throwing ourselves into the lap of luxury next week (more on that some other time), we are going to have a nice dinner on Friday at the little BYO I mentioned a few posts back. Well, very far back...probably like September-ish.
We're having dinner at my Dad's on Saturday and hosting JR's parents (his father this time) on Sunday for dinner. It will be a pretty laid back weekend with enough action not get bored. There is a co-op in our office who I am growing so fond of. I frequently talk/shout to myself and she always has a choice comment, i.e., Me - "Ahhh Britney Spears!" Her - "It's Britney bitch." She doesn't miss a beat. Today on Preston and Steve (local Philly rock morning show) there was a jeweler on talking about what he was donating to a slain police officer's foundation and all of a sudden, there was the sound of a train. Literally, randomly there was a "Choo chooooo" in the middle of this somber soliloquy and I nearly died because Preston asked completely deadpan "Why did a train sound just happen?" And with jeweler, Steven Singer just goes with and says, "Because I'm leaving bye!" or something like that - I was CRYING I was laughing so hard. I need to find that podcast...
Saturday, November 3, 2007
STP
Holy shit have you ever SEEN the video for SexTypeThing by Stone Temple Pilots? HOT. Back to cleaning. Going to see the in-laws tomorrow which will be nice. Went to Ott's last night for a few pitchers which was nice. Tonight I am making homemade Monk burgers (from the restaurant Monk's in Philadelphia - burger, carmelized leeks, bleu cheese...fucking delicious) which will be nice. And that's about it.
www.monkscafe.com
Oh yes...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-s3lmr09oVg
www.monkscafe.com
Oh yes...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-s3lmr09oVg
Thursday, November 1, 2007
The spoon thing again...
I almost walked right into using the soup spoon that causes me to cut the sides of my mouth, but I realized as the spoon was approaching my lips what kind of spoon I was using, and due to some quick thinking, I reached into my drawer and pulled out a regular teaspoon and commenced enjoying my chicken broth.
Oh yes, it is also one of those liquid diet days because I think my guts are on fire.
First post of November! November is so much cooler than October! I simply don't like things that begin with the letter "O". Unless it is oysters...or orange juice...or...wow...not many tasty things begin with "O"...wait, favorite "O" ever is orgasm! Yowzah! Or OktoberFEST (it's the "k" and "fest" that set it so far apart from plain old October). Oh Jesus you should hear the sounds my organs are making over this damn soup.
Oh yes, it is also one of those liquid diet days because I think my guts are on fire.
First post of November! November is so much cooler than October! I simply don't like things that begin with the letter "O". Unless it is oysters...or orange juice...or...wow...not many tasty things begin with "O"...wait, favorite "O" ever is orgasm! Yowzah! Or OktoberFEST (it's the "k" and "fest" that set it so far apart from plain old October). Oh Jesus you should hear the sounds my organs are making over this damn soup.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Happy Halloween
Okay, I was feeling crappy already this morning, then I go and eat 20 pieces of candy corn - you know as well as I do, that this is WAY too much. I have set myself up for a shit afternoon.
Moving along. I had dinner with my mentor last night at the Union League - it's a members only place and the food was very good. It was great to see Len - he is now the CFO/COO of an audit company and it sounds like he is gutting the place. If his changes are successful, which they probably will be because of his background, his new company could really take off; I think he'll be the next CEO even though he says he doesn't care about that - he just wants to get paid! Now you know where I get it from!
The doctors appointment on Friday went mediocre at best - I can probably get Zelnorm (hooray!) and Novartis will have to pay for it (double hooray!) however my doctor wants me to have a procedure done to make sure there isn't a problem with my pelvic floor. I would rather not go through this, but JR is insisting, considering if it is a surgical problem, I can be fixed and done with this nonsense. I have to call my doctor today to see what the deal is with Zelnorm, because I want to get that ball rolling like NOW.
So the little rodents will be knocking on my door this evening looking for candy, and I would much rather act as though I am not home, but JR is insisting. Law and Order will be on, so I'll sit and watch that and wait for the kiddies. He has grad school work to do, so I got handed the role of candy giver. Noooo!
Moving along. I had dinner with my mentor last night at the Union League - it's a members only place and the food was very good. It was great to see Len - he is now the CFO/COO of an audit company and it sounds like he is gutting the place. If his changes are successful, which they probably will be because of his background, his new company could really take off; I think he'll be the next CEO even though he says he doesn't care about that - he just wants to get paid! Now you know where I get it from!
The doctors appointment on Friday went mediocre at best - I can probably get Zelnorm (hooray!) and Novartis will have to pay for it (double hooray!) however my doctor wants me to have a procedure done to make sure there isn't a problem with my pelvic floor. I would rather not go through this, but JR is insisting, considering if it is a surgical problem, I can be fixed and done with this nonsense. I have to call my doctor today to see what the deal is with Zelnorm, because I want to get that ball rolling like NOW.
So the little rodents will be knocking on my door this evening looking for candy, and I would much rather act as though I am not home, but JR is insisting. Law and Order will be on, so I'll sit and watch that and wait for the kiddies. He has grad school work to do, so I got handed the role of candy giver. Noooo!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
The Eff Word.
I have noticed I have used it frequently over the past few weeks.
So, I finally heard back from my doctor today, rather, the nurse today regarding my tests. She went into the whole spiel of me not completing the test (whole pill/X-ray/leaving me in a hallway fiasco) and I promptly cut her off - I was basically like, "Bitch, I spoke with Dr. K., that's what he wanted, so now what the fuck am I supposed to do? What about my bloodwork?"
The dirty whore said she couldn't tell me and I had to come in. Come in?? Just tell me what the damn results were, and THEN if Dr. K. wants to see me, I will gladly schedule a visit and you will get your $30.00 co-pay, I promise. Nope. I have to go in on Friday, which essentially ruins my day at work, on one of the busiest days of the week. FUCK. Seriously, the nurses at this office are so insensitive - I overheard them mocking an old woman who apparently calls frequently because she has the runs. I also overheard my doctor telling them to shut up, so that is why I stayed.
We're still working on the whole relocation thing; my job is doing so much to make the transition seamless, which is great and JR seems to have some leads on virtual jobs within his organization. I also talked/emailed JR today and essentially said that I am sick of our money situation - we make so much freaking money but it feels like we live paycheck to paycheck! He seemed to see my perspective, and seems to be on board with getting a nice townhouse in Wilmington, NC - the awesome three bedroom/two bath down the street from my Mom is 209k - if we were able to BREAK EVEN on our house up here, we would have a serious down payment. Not to mention a much smaller mortgage payment. And way cheaper taxes. Oh God...I am lusting after moving down there so badly.
So...watched Ocean's 12 last night and all I can say is that is one zexy cast!!
So, I finally heard back from my doctor today, rather, the nurse today regarding my tests. She went into the whole spiel of me not completing the test (whole pill/X-ray/leaving me in a hallway fiasco) and I promptly cut her off - I was basically like, "Bitch, I spoke with Dr. K., that's what he wanted, so now what the fuck am I supposed to do? What about my bloodwork?"
The dirty whore said she couldn't tell me and I had to come in. Come in?? Just tell me what the damn results were, and THEN if Dr. K. wants to see me, I will gladly schedule a visit and you will get your $30.00 co-pay, I promise. Nope. I have to go in on Friday, which essentially ruins my day at work, on one of the busiest days of the week. FUCK. Seriously, the nurses at this office are so insensitive - I overheard them mocking an old woman who apparently calls frequently because she has the runs. I also overheard my doctor telling them to shut up, so that is why I stayed.
We're still working on the whole relocation thing; my job is doing so much to make the transition seamless, which is great and JR seems to have some leads on virtual jobs within his organization. I also talked/emailed JR today and essentially said that I am sick of our money situation - we make so much freaking money but it feels like we live paycheck to paycheck! He seemed to see my perspective, and seems to be on board with getting a nice townhouse in Wilmington, NC - the awesome three bedroom/two bath down the street from my Mom is 209k - if we were able to BREAK EVEN on our house up here, we would have a serious down payment. Not to mention a much smaller mortgage payment. And way cheaper taxes. Oh God...I am lusting after moving down there so badly.
So...watched Ocean's 12 last night and all I can say is that is one zexy cast!!
Monday, October 22, 2007
I dare you. I double dare you, motherfucker. Say "what" one more goddamn time.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I effing love that movie.
Anyway, this weekend was spent all on my lonesome, due to JR and Seamus going to the Poconos. It was okay with me though; I laid some flooring in the sunroom (big day on Saturday...had to lay some flooring) and cleaned the house thoroughly. Somehow, I still didn't get all of the laundry done, but fuck it.
My guts are killing me and I am waiting for my doctor to call me back about what the next course of action should be. I switched back to a no-carb diet because I was able to function a little bit better, but it sucks because I think we're having cake today for someone's birthday. If I could just get Zelnorm, this topic would be effing moot.
So I missed Seamus terribly - he was exhausted when he came home last night because he spent the weekend running and swimming, so he walked in and just wandered around for a couple of minutes (I think he had slept the entire three hour car ride). I love him so much and he seemed really happy to be around me; he kept coming up and standing next to me so I could rub his back. There is just a certain type of attention that you can't get from your dad - and that is cuddles from mom!!! Lame...sorry...I just missed him.
Anyway, nothing big is going on this week. Just working away. Not too exciting. When I have someone of quality to write about I'll let you know. Also, I am so fucking irritated with work because apparently some drama went down between some of my colleagues so now every other minute people are bitching left and right. What is this? Seventh grade? I was done with this shit in 1997. WEAK.
I effing love that movie.
Anyway, this weekend was spent all on my lonesome, due to JR and Seamus going to the Poconos. It was okay with me though; I laid some flooring in the sunroom (big day on Saturday...had to lay some flooring) and cleaned the house thoroughly. Somehow, I still didn't get all of the laundry done, but fuck it.
My guts are killing me and I am waiting for my doctor to call me back about what the next course of action should be. I switched back to a no-carb diet because I was able to function a little bit better, but it sucks because I think we're having cake today for someone's birthday. If I could just get Zelnorm, this topic would be effing moot.
So I missed Seamus terribly - he was exhausted when he came home last night because he spent the weekend running and swimming, so he walked in and just wandered around for a couple of minutes (I think he had slept the entire three hour car ride). I love him so much and he seemed really happy to be around me; he kept coming up and standing next to me so I could rub his back. There is just a certain type of attention that you can't get from your dad - and that is cuddles from mom!!! Lame...sorry...I just missed him.
Anyway, nothing big is going on this week. Just working away. Not too exciting. When I have someone of quality to write about I'll let you know. Also, I am so fucking irritated with work because apparently some drama went down between some of my colleagues so now every other minute people are bitching left and right. What is this? Seventh grade? I was done with this shit in 1997. WEAK.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Painful spoons.
I hate it when you eat soup with one of those plastic soup spoons. They are too wide and they cut the sides of my mouth. But it was good soup, so I will keep my complaining to a minimum. I had half a turkey sandwich for lunch - it was also very good, and my body does not appear to be rejecting it. It was eight freaking dollars for lunch today, but I only ever eat 1/2 of the sandwich because they are so big. Lunch tomorrow!
I have to bill 50k in one month. I have no idea how I am going to do it. My pipeline for 2008 looks awesome, but that doesn't help me NOW for 2007 commission. Ugh.
This weekend was great - we went to Happy Hour on Friday and it was really fun. On Saturday, we rode all over creation - we had to pick up an exhaust system for JR's car in Pottstown, PA (1 hour away from us, don't ever go there) and then return JR's brother's pickup truck (1/2 hour in the opposite direction from our house.) The day was pretty much spent in the car, but it was a nice day in the car, and it was also really nice just going for a ride with JR. Saturday night we went to HOOTERS and it was awesome - two pitchers and 20 wings later, we were ready to go though, because it was really busy and one of the waitresses broke down in tears because someone was giving her shit. Clearly they were short staffed - everyone in the restaurant heard her say that - we just ordered as soon as she came over and left her alone. People are such dicks.
Sunday was good - woke up feeling pretty hungover which was odd, but I made it to Wegman's for some bagels, lox, and various other shopping items I needed so I could entertain our friend for dinner. JR had to go in for a few hours after breakfast for work, so Moo and I went back to bed for that period. I woke up feeling much better and much more capable of attending to laundry, cooking, and cleaning.
Yesterday was HORRENDOUS. I had to have X-rays and tests done - bottom line, the Radiology place sat me in the hallway in a gown while old men shuffled past me and ogled me. They LEFT me there - the Radiologist did not agree with the test my doctor wanted done - (supposed to take a pill, then X-ray five days later to find out where it is) - the Radiologist wanted me to KEEP COMING BACK until the pill left my system. I call my doctor and he's like "What? They are supposed to do the tests I WANT." So we're square. And I'm humiliated. But what else is new. Hopefully the results of everything will come back in a few days and we can figure out the next course of action. To make matters worse, I felt awful yesterday, and had to take a Perc just to get some sleep.
Last night was nice - just reheated Sunday's dinner and relaxed with JR. He's so wonderful.
This morning was more fun - Seamus woke up at 5:00 a.m. to throw up - JR doesn't do so well with vomit, so I cleaned it up - I am just thankful I didn't step in it. It was the color of the wood floor - ew!
I have to bill 50k in one month. I have no idea how I am going to do it. My pipeline for 2008 looks awesome, but that doesn't help me NOW for 2007 commission. Ugh.
This weekend was great - we went to Happy Hour on Friday and it was really fun. On Saturday, we rode all over creation - we had to pick up an exhaust system for JR's car in Pottstown, PA (1 hour away from us, don't ever go there) and then return JR's brother's pickup truck (1/2 hour in the opposite direction from our house.) The day was pretty much spent in the car, but it was a nice day in the car, and it was also really nice just going for a ride with JR. Saturday night we went to HOOTERS and it was awesome - two pitchers and 20 wings later, we were ready to go though, because it was really busy and one of the waitresses broke down in tears because someone was giving her shit. Clearly they were short staffed - everyone in the restaurant heard her say that - we just ordered as soon as she came over and left her alone. People are such dicks.
Sunday was good - woke up feeling pretty hungover which was odd, but I made it to Wegman's for some bagels, lox, and various other shopping items I needed so I could entertain our friend for dinner. JR had to go in for a few hours after breakfast for work, so Moo and I went back to bed for that period. I woke up feeling much better and much more capable of attending to laundry, cooking, and cleaning.
Yesterday was HORRENDOUS. I had to have X-rays and tests done - bottom line, the Radiology place sat me in the hallway in a gown while old men shuffled past me and ogled me. They LEFT me there - the Radiologist did not agree with the test my doctor wanted done - (supposed to take a pill, then X-ray five days later to find out where it is) - the Radiologist wanted me to KEEP COMING BACK until the pill left my system. I call my doctor and he's like "What? They are supposed to do the tests I WANT." So we're square. And I'm humiliated. But what else is new. Hopefully the results of everything will come back in a few days and we can figure out the next course of action. To make matters worse, I felt awful yesterday, and had to take a Perc just to get some sleep.
Last night was nice - just reheated Sunday's dinner and relaxed with JR. He's so wonderful.
This morning was more fun - Seamus woke up at 5:00 a.m. to throw up - JR doesn't do so well with vomit, so I cleaned it up - I am just thankful I didn't step in it. It was the color of the wood floor - ew!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Losing it.
I think that it just took me entirely too long to write this sentence. I haven't even TAKEN a percocet and I feel really out of it. Today is one of those days when I feel awful and want to crawl into a hole and die. I rescheduled my X-Ray for Monday to see where the little plastic pill and its contents ended up. Then I have to get bloodwork done to see why my absorption is all effed up. I really hate this, but I just found out about two people who had cancer and had to have major major surgery - I don't have it so bad.
I'm tired. I have been so unbelievably tired - I cannot get out of bed in the morning. The thought of going to the gym exhausts me. I know I am in a rut because I haven't been feeling well. The weekends are heaven, but I find even when I am just tooling around, cleaning the house or going grocery shopping, I have to go lay down. Literally, each day during the weekend JR looks at me and says, "Why don't you go lie down?"
Now I am just bitching. But this is really hard. I pull myself together for work and when I am around JR because who wants someone who is always complaining about not feeling well? I wouldn't want me around. I miss my dog.
I'm tired. I have been so unbelievably tired - I cannot get out of bed in the morning. The thought of going to the gym exhausts me. I know I am in a rut because I haven't been feeling well. The weekends are heaven, but I find even when I am just tooling around, cleaning the house or going grocery shopping, I have to go lay down. Literally, each day during the weekend JR looks at me and says, "Why don't you go lie down?"
Now I am just bitching. But this is really hard. I pull myself together for work and when I am around JR because who wants someone who is always complaining about not feeling well? I wouldn't want me around. I miss my dog.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Stolen burger.
That's right. I got a burger from Good Dog (local Philly beer and burger place - voted Philly's best burger) with my good friend Stef on Friday because I really needed...you guessed it...a beer and a burger. So, 10 effing dollars later, I have this glorious burger. There was absolutely no way I could eat the whole thing, so I took the other half back to work and thought, Monday I will be so happy, because I'll have a Good Dog burger.
SOMEBODY THREW IT AWAY! There has been shit in the fridge for weeks...literally...and someone threw my 2 day old burger away. WTF?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??? I'm really pissed. I'm actually feeling pretty good today, which makes me even madder. So, I got a Lean Pocket (270 calories, pretty good size, not too bad tasting) which doesn't make it any better, but at least I got my meat-n-cheese fix.
I saw Knocked Up this weekend - it was hysterical (if completely misleading...you KNOW when you have had sex without a condom...you know what I'm saying? You know what I'm saying?) and a nice date movie. I made chicken parm last night and it came out pretty good. I made my own sauce, and JR took the leftovers today. I wonder if it got better.
Moving along, work is going well, hopefully some more placements will arise. I'm making meatloaf tonight. My dad is coming over for dinner tomorrow night, and I have no idea what the eff I will cook. JR did a lot of work on the house this weekend, which was great - unlike the wiring, you can actually see the results of what he has done, so the nagging wife in me shuts up. I pulled up the hideous carpet out in the sun room, and it actually looks BETTER with just the plywood floor. We got some tiles for out there, and I think it will look 10000% better when I finish it next weekend.
Murder by Numbers from The Police is on. This is my least favorite Police song, and 104.5 insists on playing it daily. Oh no...I just burped and it smelled like Philly Cheese Steak Lean Pocket...this is going to be a long afternoon.
SOMEBODY THREW IT AWAY! There has been shit in the fridge for weeks...literally...and someone threw my 2 day old burger away. WTF?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??? I'm really pissed. I'm actually feeling pretty good today, which makes me even madder. So, I got a Lean Pocket (270 calories, pretty good size, not too bad tasting) which doesn't make it any better, but at least I got my meat-n-cheese fix.
I saw Knocked Up this weekend - it was hysterical (if completely misleading...you KNOW when you have had sex without a condom...you know what I'm saying? You know what I'm saying?) and a nice date movie. I made chicken parm last night and it came out pretty good. I made my own sauce, and JR took the leftovers today. I wonder if it got better.
Moving along, work is going well, hopefully some more placements will arise. I'm making meatloaf tonight. My dad is coming over for dinner tomorrow night, and I have no idea what the eff I will cook. JR did a lot of work on the house this weekend, which was great - unlike the wiring, you can actually see the results of what he has done, so the nagging wife in me shuts up. I pulled up the hideous carpet out in the sun room, and it actually looks BETTER with just the plywood floor. We got some tiles for out there, and I think it will look 10000% better when I finish it next weekend.
Murder by Numbers from The Police is on. This is my least favorite Police song, and 104.5 insists on playing it daily. Oh no...I just burped and it smelled like Philly Cheese Steak Lean Pocket...this is going to be a long afternoon.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
You can fuck right off.
I pulled the plug on the whole position open in Wilmington - they no-showed on a phone conference that was set up, barely apologized, and then expected me to extend an pre-existing appointment with them for today so I can have the opportunity to talk to the people who blew me off on Friday. Right. I was supposed to call in at noon, but when I got the email after my staff meeting today saying that the appointment will now be one hour, I had had it. I sent an email (because clearly no one knows how to pick up the phone...) and "I'm withdrawing from the process, best of luck in your search."
Of course my Mom is all bummed because if I had taken the position, I would have come down immediately, but I would also want to shoot myself because their behavior is the exact reason I left Lockheed Martin - no one is accountable and everyone is incompetent. I mean, really, three phone interviews to ask me the same questions? And then to NO SHOW on a conference call? That was so unbelievable rude - especially when my point of contact said in the email, "Jeff left you a voicemail." Oh, um, I'm sorry...what part of PROCEDURE, FRIDAY AFTERNOON, and COMPLETELY UNAVAILABLE didn't you get? I may be young, but I refuse to be pushed around. If this is how they treat people they are courting (i.e., enticing to join their company), imagine how they treat their employees - NO THANK YOU!!!
On another note, referencing the above procedure - it was nothing major on Friday - just making sure no crazy problems...but I have been feeling horrendous and didn't go to work yesterday because my stomach was twisting so severely. Today is a little better, but I am exhausted and feeling pukish (my new term for nauseous...like it?). I really need to get more placements...like ASAP so I can get some commission dollars - I need to pay off that credit card...carrying like (eek!) 1k on that, and of course, there is always Moo and his hips, the house, JR and his hips. I just want to die.
Of course my Mom is all bummed because if I had taken the position, I would have come down immediately, but I would also want to shoot myself because their behavior is the exact reason I left Lockheed Martin - no one is accountable and everyone is incompetent. I mean, really, three phone interviews to ask me the same questions? And then to NO SHOW on a conference call? That was so unbelievable rude - especially when my point of contact said in the email, "Jeff left you a voicemail." Oh, um, I'm sorry...what part of PROCEDURE, FRIDAY AFTERNOON, and COMPLETELY UNAVAILABLE didn't you get? I may be young, but I refuse to be pushed around. If this is how they treat people they are courting (i.e., enticing to join their company), imagine how they treat their employees - NO THANK YOU!!!
On another note, referencing the above procedure - it was nothing major on Friday - just making sure no crazy problems...but I have been feeling horrendous and didn't go to work yesterday because my stomach was twisting so severely. Today is a little better, but I am exhausted and feeling pukish (my new term for nauseous...like it?). I really need to get more placements...like ASAP so I can get some commission dollars - I need to pay off that credit card...carrying like (eek!) 1k on that, and of course, there is always Moo and his hips, the house, JR and his hips. I just want to die.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Some people hate freedom of speech.
There's something that has been bothering me. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad comes to America, and is invited to speak at Columbia. The magnitude of people wanting him to be silenced was substantial and it made me think.
We are now a society that wants to pick and choose when we are allowed to utilize our rights. Now, Mahmoud is not an American citizen and is not afforded these rights, but our citizens' reactions were frightening. As soon as someone says something we don't like, we immediately want to silence it. Whether it is construction workers whistling in public, Ward Churchill making cruel metaphors, or rappers singing about their bitches.
Ultimately, I have found that I have become less and less offended by peoples' words due to the fact that I have realized that EVERYTHING can be offensive to EVERYONE. I don't like it when I hear about the Fairmont Park rapist. Don't like it at all. It gives me nightmares. I should stop Fox 29 from reporting the 315th murder in Philadelphia, too, because it scares me.
I don't like Dane Cook's voice. He bothers me. I am going to sue over the horrendous baseball playoffs commercials using him.
And I don't like it when Rachel Ray says EVOO.
Once you realize that peoples' words are just...words, it's easy to move on. It hurt when people chased me around the school yard and called me a Nazi fool in grade school because I had a REALLY German maiden name. But, I had the right to call him a douchebag. Or I had the right to walk (er...run) away and ask God to damn him to hell. See? It all works out.
We are now a society that wants to pick and choose when we are allowed to utilize our rights. Now, Mahmoud is not an American citizen and is not afforded these rights, but our citizens' reactions were frightening. As soon as someone says something we don't like, we immediately want to silence it. Whether it is construction workers whistling in public, Ward Churchill making cruel metaphors, or rappers singing about their bitches.
Ultimately, I have found that I have become less and less offended by peoples' words due to the fact that I have realized that EVERYTHING can be offensive to EVERYONE. I don't like it when I hear about the Fairmont Park rapist. Don't like it at all. It gives me nightmares. I should stop Fox 29 from reporting the 315th murder in Philadelphia, too, because it scares me.
I don't like Dane Cook's voice. He bothers me. I am going to sue over the horrendous baseball playoffs commercials using him.
And I don't like it when Rachel Ray says EVOO.
Once you realize that peoples' words are just...words, it's easy to move on. It hurt when people chased me around the school yard and called me a Nazi fool in grade school because I had a REALLY German maiden name. But, I had the right to call him a douchebag. Or I had the right to walk (er...run) away and ask God to damn him to hell. See? It all works out.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Hump
So, Fall arrives, and we have the hottest effing day of the month. I mean really. 90 degree? It's the end of September folks. I'm ready for a sweater.
House premiered last night and it was freaking awesome - I seriously love that show, and it is rare for me so consistently follow a show. I stumbled onto it when I was a resident assistant over one holiday break a few years ago and still on co-op (read: I did not get any "Winter Vacations" in college...weak). I was studying for, get this, my GMAT so I could complete my acceptance into Drexel's MBA program...as I am sure you can tell, my life has taken a slightly different route.
That whole sigmoidoscopy thing is commencing on Friday - brand new doctor...so I'm going to say, "Hi Doctor K., so nice to meet you...how the ol' colon looking??" AWKWARD.
My dog ate the fucking front mat AGAIN. We went through like 10, he ate them all, then we found one that he liked, and now...ONE YEAR LATER...he eats the motherfucker.
Then he looks at JR and wants a piece of bread...like we're going to give you bread when you have a belly full of fucking welcome mat. For fuck's sake, Moo.
House premiered last night and it was freaking awesome - I seriously love that show, and it is rare for me so consistently follow a show. I stumbled onto it when I was a resident assistant over one holiday break a few years ago and still on co-op (read: I did not get any "Winter Vacations" in college...weak). I was studying for, get this, my GMAT so I could complete my acceptance into Drexel's MBA program...as I am sure you can tell, my life has taken a slightly different route.
That whole sigmoidoscopy thing is commencing on Friday - brand new doctor...so I'm going to say, "Hi Doctor K., so nice to meet you...how the ol' colon looking??" AWKWARD.
My dog ate the fucking front mat AGAIN. We went through like 10, he ate them all, then we found one that he liked, and now...ONE YEAR LATER...he eats the motherfucker.
Then he looks at JR and wants a piece of bread...like we're going to give you bread when you have a belly full of fucking welcome mat. For fuck's sake, Moo.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Badda Bing
The President of my company gave me VIP tickets to the Devils, Flyers game last night - open bar and free food in a Club Box - very cool, and the Devils won. Top that Fooladelphia.
I asked about the whole going virtual thing - it was met with shock and they need to think about how it could work - I really want to stay and I hope they will give me a chance.
I had a ham and cheese sammich for lunch, and it actually made my stomach feel BETTER. Go figure. Have I mentioned my guts are bleeding? I just missed the call from the GI...I should check the voicemail.
Now they want me to have a sigmoidoscopy - not in the mood for a butt raping tomorrow! UGH. I can't tomorrow - way too much going on!
I tried calling back, but I don't even have the option of dialing the nurse's extension - I hope she calls me again - I need to say I CAN'T!!!
Anyway...
Making beef and biscuit skillet tonight...I am eating damnit.
I asked about the whole going virtual thing - it was met with shock and they need to think about how it could work - I really want to stay and I hope they will give me a chance.
I had a ham and cheese sammich for lunch, and it actually made my stomach feel BETTER. Go figure. Have I mentioned my guts are bleeding? I just missed the call from the GI...I should check the voicemail.
Now they want me to have a sigmoidoscopy - not in the mood for a butt raping tomorrow! UGH. I can't tomorrow - way too much going on!
I tried calling back, but I don't even have the option of dialing the nurse's extension - I hope she calls me again - I need to say I CAN'T!!!
Anyway...
Making beef and biscuit skillet tonight...I am eating damnit.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Exhausted
Hallo. This week I have been working on a major expansion for yet another Plastic Surgery/Aesthetic company. The fee was cut, so now I am working for an even *smaller* commission check - hooray! And I get to work twice as hard because they want everything now! Double hooray!
Last night was awesome - JR had mentioned wanting Pizza Hut at some point last week and I really
didn't feel like cooking last night so we got...you guessed it...PIZZA HUT! So delicious and I could easily eat five slices...I ate two and called it a night. It's 90% air, which is probably why I never feel full. It was 2$ pint night at Charlie Brown's and we went - got some Guinness and snacked on some Chex-Mix type stuff for, get this. eight freaking dollars. Such a deal.
We went home, watched some Reservoir Dogs for like, a minute, and then went up to bed. I slept great until 1:00 a.m., but then tossed and turned for two hours, fell back asleep for a little while, then woke up with the same damn stomach cramps. They have definitely mellowed, and I hope I can enjoy date night tonight with JR.
Going to see Resident Evil tonight and I could not be more stoked - we're probably going to dinner at Tutti Toscani (an incredibly cheap BYO really close to our house with incredible food and service). I have to spend the afternoon recruiting, which is fine, but I'd really like to get more resumes out. I have two to go out now, so we'll see what the rest of the day brings.
Tomorrow is our friends' housewarming party and I am actually looking forward to it - I have been laying SO low since I got sick, so it will be nice to have a little human interaction and be up and around. JR's mom had to put her dog to sleep the other day and, understandably so, is very upset. I invited her and JR's stepdad to come down for a visit on Sunday to hang out but haven't heard anything. I hope they come down. But if not, I'll be just as happy relaxing with a pint and some baseball.
JR's grandmother is not doing well - she has always been a sharp lady but has had serious heart trouble throughout the years, recently ending up in the hospital for congenital heart failure and her lungs filled up with fluid. The doctors released her after like, A day, and put her on a million medications. I was in the hospital for like FIVE days with my nightmare, and I definitely wasn't having heart failure. So, I have been really concerned about her since that ordeal, but what is worse is that I received an email explaining how it appears she has suffered from acute memory loss. The family seems to think it is the medication, but honestly, and I hate to sound like a know-it-all, but I WORK in the pharma/medical device industry - I know of not a single drug or combo that would cause such acute memory loss. I am afraid she has suffered a small stroke or had an embolism. Ugh. I have never had to suffer through aging grandparents, which is both a blessing and a curse. JR seems to be aware that his grandparents are all aging, but he has always had them in his life, and I don't know how the loss of one will affect him or his family.
Moving on to merrier things, I am going to make myself a Lean Cuisine and pray the day flies by.
Last night was awesome - JR had mentioned wanting Pizza Hut at some point last week and I really
didn't feel like cooking last night so we got...you guessed it...PIZZA HUT! So delicious and I could easily eat five slices...I ate two and called it a night. It's 90% air, which is probably why I never feel full. It was 2$ pint night at Charlie Brown's and we went - got some Guinness and snacked on some Chex-Mix type stuff for, get this. eight freaking dollars. Such a deal.
We went home, watched some Reservoir Dogs for like, a minute, and then went up to bed. I slept great until 1:00 a.m., but then tossed and turned for two hours, fell back asleep for a little while, then woke up with the same damn stomach cramps. They have definitely mellowed, and I hope I can enjoy date night tonight with JR.
Going to see Resident Evil tonight and I could not be more stoked - we're probably going to dinner at Tutti Toscani (an incredibly cheap BYO really close to our house with incredible food and service). I have to spend the afternoon recruiting, which is fine, but I'd really like to get more resumes out. I have two to go out now, so we'll see what the rest of the day brings.
Tomorrow is our friends' housewarming party and I am actually looking forward to it - I have been laying SO low since I got sick, so it will be nice to have a little human interaction and be up and around. JR's mom had to put her dog to sleep the other day and, understandably so, is very upset. I invited her and JR's stepdad to come down for a visit on Sunday to hang out but haven't heard anything. I hope they come down. But if not, I'll be just as happy relaxing with a pint and some baseball.
JR's grandmother is not doing well - she has always been a sharp lady but has had serious heart trouble throughout the years, recently ending up in the hospital for congenital heart failure and her lungs filled up with fluid. The doctors released her after like, A day, and put her on a million medications. I was in the hospital for like FIVE days with my nightmare, and I definitely wasn't having heart failure. So, I have been really concerned about her since that ordeal, but what is worse is that I received an email explaining how it appears she has suffered from acute memory loss. The family seems to think it is the medication, but honestly, and I hate to sound like a know-it-all, but I WORK in the pharma/medical device industry - I know of not a single drug or combo that would cause such acute memory loss. I am afraid she has suffered a small stroke or had an embolism. Ugh. I have never had to suffer through aging grandparents, which is both a blessing and a curse. JR seems to be aware that his grandparents are all aging, but he has always had them in his life, and I don't know how the loss of one will affect him or his family.
Moving on to merrier things, I am going to make myself a Lean Cuisine and pray the day flies by.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Tattooooosday
I really want a tattoo on my side and I think I am just going to demand one now. Despite JR thinking it's trashy. I still don't understand his mentality; I am just as baffled by his belief that shirts that tie in the back are slutty. He is so WEIRD sometimes.
Today has been the best I have felt yet. So, I am really really happy and grateful. My stomach is still way sore if you touch it, but while I am just sitting here, the pain is TOTALLY bearable. I'm making dinner tonight - this chicken bruschetta thing that JR made up a while ago - fresh tomatoes, purple onions, fresh garlic, fresh basil, a little olive oil, a splash of basalmic vinegar, and mix it all together. Let it hang out in a bowl at room temperature while you grill the chicken. Throw the chicken in a Pyrex and cover it with the bruschetta and let it roast in the oven for like 20 minutes - 25 minutes until the tomatoes start to fall apart. Forgot the best part - put a slice of mozzarella cheese on top of each chicken breast, THEN top with the bruschetta THEN roast. While that's cooking, make some angel hair or thin spaghetti, and get a plate! So delicious. He's a talented boy.
I have been wearing a new perfume, Eternity Moment by Calvin Klein and the jury is still out. Sometimes it smells great, other times not so much. I always buy the little sample bottle and wear the scent for like a week or two to see how I, hubby, and friends react. So far, it has been positive.
Today has been the best I have felt yet. So, I am really really happy and grateful. My stomach is still way sore if you touch it, but while I am just sitting here, the pain is TOTALLY bearable. I'm making dinner tonight - this chicken bruschetta thing that JR made up a while ago - fresh tomatoes, purple onions, fresh garlic, fresh basil, a little olive oil, a splash of basalmic vinegar, and mix it all together. Let it hang out in a bowl at room temperature while you grill the chicken. Throw the chicken in a Pyrex and cover it with the bruschetta and let it roast in the oven for like 20 minutes - 25 minutes until the tomatoes start to fall apart. Forgot the best part - put a slice of mozzarella cheese on top of each chicken breast, THEN top with the bruschetta THEN roast. While that's cooking, make some angel hair or thin spaghetti, and get a plate! So delicious. He's a talented boy.
I have been wearing a new perfume, Eternity Moment by Calvin Klein and the jury is still out. Sometimes it smells great, other times not so much. I always buy the little sample bottle and wear the scent for like a week or two to see how I, hubby, and friends react. So far, it has been positive.
Monday, September 17, 2007
What a weekend.
JR was kind enough to take me out for that pint on Friday, and we had a really long, nice conversation about life in general. Saturday was AWESOME. JR had seen an advertisement in the town circular about a tour at the Fly Fish Brewery. It was free and included free samples. I swear, they wanted us to drink all afternoon. It was such a fun afternoon and we were able to bring Seamus (just for a visit, he couldn't go back where the distillers were.) It turns out, we live like 1 mile from the brewery, so we brought him home and came back for more beer and the tour. I had made waffles for breakfast, and my stomach had stayed settled, so we were able to enjoy the entire afternoon. We finished up around 3:30 p.m., and the tour guide mentioned an open house at a wine making place called The Wine Room. It turns out, that was right around the corner from Flying Fish, so off we went to try some tasty homemade local wine. Not only was there a huge selection to sample, there was a whole spread of food (which was good, because all I had had was ONE waffle followed by about three beers at Flying Fish). We sampled some wine, ate some cheese and tapenade, and off to home we went. It was such a nice afternoon, and my stomach was agreeable through the whole thing.
Sunday, not so much. I was probably paying for all of the decadence from Saturday. I didn't sleep well and after breakfast, I went back to bed until like 1:00 p.m. Then I got up and finished removing the wallpaper in the kitchen. We unpacked the china which opened up a ton of room in one of the closets and now I will be much more inclined to use it knowing it is easily accessible and clean.
Work sucks today. I have nothing fun to work on and again, running to the bathroom every 1/2 hour or so. LAME!
Sunday, not so much. I was probably paying for all of the decadence from Saturday. I didn't sleep well and after breakfast, I went back to bed until like 1:00 p.m. Then I got up and finished removing the wallpaper in the kitchen. We unpacked the china which opened up a ton of room in one of the closets and now I will be much more inclined to use it knowing it is easily accessible and clean.
Work sucks today. I have nothing fun to work on and again, running to the bathroom every 1/2 hour or so. LAME!
Friday, September 14, 2007
Just to clarify...
Sorry about the earlier post - I was feeling really horrible this morning. I just woke up from a nap and am feeling much better.
I have a candidate going on a final for a big ass fee, and I have a lead on a Corporate Recruiter job in Wilmington paying 65k. BA-zing!
I have to go convince JR to take me out for a pint. My poor empty tum tum needs something in it.
I have a candidate going on a final for a big ass fee, and I have a lead on a Corporate Recruiter job in Wilmington paying 65k. BA-zing!
I have to go convince JR to take me out for a pint. My poor empty tum tum needs something in it.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Everything has changed.
I am back from the damn hospital, thank the Good Lord. I made three placements during the time I was gone, through today, but lost one, unfortunately, so I just about broke even.
So. Saturday night/Sunday morning, I'm sleeping over at a friend's house because there was a party (it was a family party, not one of those parties, so I wasn't hammered or anything, I put myself to bed at 11:00 p.m. because I was just tired). I wake up at about 2:00 a.m. and proceed to EXPLODE in the bathroom for the next three hours. Then the severe stomach cramps happened. Then it got to the point where we had to LEAVE Lansdale, PA to get back to Jersey (easily a 45 minute ride) so we could get me to a hospital and get Moo home. The next four days are a blur. I just remember pain, crying, and a really swollen stomach. Oh, and giving myself baths in the sink because I refused to be smelly.
What was it? Apparently a really horrific infection in my stomach. When you are just chilling out, healthy and happy, your "swollen" rate of your body is 0.5. I was an eight. A fucking eight. My guts were more than 8x more swollen then they should have been. So, I was introduced to intravenous drugs and the horrors of a hospital. I had really nice nurses who took great care of me, but it is so lonely in the hospital. I faked feeling better because my Mom came up from Wilmington, NC and I just wanted to go HOME. I'm really am feeling better and better everyday, but I am just so tired and my stomach keeps swelling out at night. I also have had the runs (I know...TMI) since yesterday which is making me a tad bit concerned. It stopped by last night, but all I have had since then is a small bowel of really bland cereal (but still tasty!) and a small bowl of soup. We'll see. I was so hot last night but my temperature would not go above like 95.9. Doctor on Thursday, and I'm sure they'll say "You're just fine!!!". More missed work for more bullshit.
Anyway, my Mom came up from North Carolina and took unbelievably good care of myself and JR. I'm talking, scrubbing the bathrooms, doing all of the laundry, cooking, cleaning more, ironing...it was so kind of her.
Here's the bombshell (not that it matters, because no one reads this shit anyway). We're moving to Wilmington, NC. Like actively searching for a new job. Like actively looking at real estate. I've had a couple of bites and I have to call a recruiter this afternoon (after the boss goes out to lunch, see) about a Corporate Recruiter position down there. If I could get a job that pays 60k, I am SO out of here. JR's resume is really impressive and I think he'll get something really great down there. Unfortunately, one of us will probably have to go down there earlier if a job pops up sooner than later. I'm excited, scared, anxious, and perplexed - there are so many moving parts in relocating. We absolutely MUST sell the house or at least rent it before we buy anything down there. It's great because no real estate is moving down there, but NOTHING is moving up here either.
It would be so nice to move into a brand new house in my Mom's really nice development and not have to worry about fixing something for at LEAST two years (feels like we're fixing something every two minutes in the beast we have now.) I would love to move down there tomorrow - it is so pretty, friendly, warmer (already told JR I would fly him to Utah in the winter so he could snowboard - not like I would need a vacation if we get down there - it gets cold, but not THAT fucking cold!).
We keep calling Seamus the North Carolina puppy and he just stares at us like, "I love you. Can I have a snack?" If you want to talk about an angel, it would definitely be him. He was so incredibly well-behaved (only one incident involving Shout wipes, but nothing major) and I was so grateful.
This weekend will be a few trips to home depot to start working on the house hardcore. It would be sweet if we could flip it for like 270k (purchased for 249k including 8k in closing costs...I know...bullshit). If we could make a nice little profit, we could go down there and get something so nice.
So. Saturday night/Sunday morning, I'm sleeping over at a friend's house because there was a party (it was a family party, not one of those parties, so I wasn't hammered or anything, I put myself to bed at 11:00 p.m. because I was just tired). I wake up at about 2:00 a.m. and proceed to EXPLODE in the bathroom for the next three hours. Then the severe stomach cramps happened. Then it got to the point where we had to LEAVE Lansdale, PA to get back to Jersey (easily a 45 minute ride) so we could get me to a hospital and get Moo home. The next four days are a blur. I just remember pain, crying, and a really swollen stomach. Oh, and giving myself baths in the sink because I refused to be smelly.
What was it? Apparently a really horrific infection in my stomach. When you are just chilling out, healthy and happy, your "swollen" rate of your body is 0.5. I was an eight. A fucking eight. My guts were more than 8x more swollen then they should have been. So, I was introduced to intravenous drugs and the horrors of a hospital. I had really nice nurses who took great care of me, but it is so lonely in the hospital. I faked feeling better because my Mom came up from Wilmington, NC and I just wanted to go HOME. I'm really am feeling better and better everyday, but I am just so tired and my stomach keeps swelling out at night. I also have had the runs (I know...TMI) since yesterday which is making me a tad bit concerned. It stopped by last night, but all I have had since then is a small bowel of really bland cereal (but still tasty!) and a small bowl of soup. We'll see. I was so hot last night but my temperature would not go above like 95.9. Doctor on Thursday, and I'm sure they'll say "You're just fine!!!". More missed work for more bullshit.
Anyway, my Mom came up from North Carolina and took unbelievably good care of myself and JR. I'm talking, scrubbing the bathrooms, doing all of the laundry, cooking, cleaning more, ironing...it was so kind of her.
Here's the bombshell (not that it matters, because no one reads this shit anyway). We're moving to Wilmington, NC. Like actively searching for a new job. Like actively looking at real estate. I've had a couple of bites and I have to call a recruiter this afternoon (after the boss goes out to lunch, see) about a Corporate Recruiter position down there. If I could get a job that pays 60k, I am SO out of here. JR's resume is really impressive and I think he'll get something really great down there. Unfortunately, one of us will probably have to go down there earlier if a job pops up sooner than later. I'm excited, scared, anxious, and perplexed - there are so many moving parts in relocating. We absolutely MUST sell the house or at least rent it before we buy anything down there. It's great because no real estate is moving down there, but NOTHING is moving up here either.
It would be so nice to move into a brand new house in my Mom's really nice development and not have to worry about fixing something for at LEAST two years (feels like we're fixing something every two minutes in the beast we have now.) I would love to move down there tomorrow - it is so pretty, friendly, warmer (already told JR I would fly him to Utah in the winter so he could snowboard - not like I would need a vacation if we get down there - it gets cold, but not THAT fucking cold!).
We keep calling Seamus the North Carolina puppy and he just stares at us like, "I love you. Can I have a snack?" If you want to talk about an angel, it would definitely be him. He was so incredibly well-behaved (only one incident involving Shout wipes, but nothing major) and I was so grateful.
This weekend will be a few trips to home depot to start working on the house hardcore. It would be sweet if we could flip it for like 270k (purchased for 249k including 8k in closing costs...I know...bullshit). If we could make a nice little profit, we could go down there and get something so nice.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
1 Day Left and Green Tea
One day left a work - very nice. I'm drinking green tea, and it really does not taste that good. I'm actually an Oolong, Prince of Wales, or Lipton gal myself, but I guess this will do.
Tonight the Mets are playing the Phillies in Philadelphia, but I could not get JR to go (most bizarre). I thought it would be a fun time to break up the short week. Oh well.
I think I am officially in a funk, and I am not sure what to do about it. I have been feeling pretty terrible this week because of my stomach, and I am hoping I start feeling normal by this weekend. If anyone has ever heard of someone surviving a GI tract transplant, please let me know. Last night, I was up literally ALL night because my stomach hurt so bad. It calmed down around 5:00 a.m., and when I woke up it was a little better. Now that I have been sitting at work I just want to die. I haven't had much of an appetite for the past three days and the pain in my left abdomen has really been incredible.
Moving on to fun things. Seamus went swimming at the dog park yesterday and had a blast = he was exhausted!!! We're going to a party this weekend where there is a HUGE yard - I know he'll have fun running around. We eat crabs and smoke cigars all night so I am looking forward to it.
Tonight the Mets are playing the Phillies in Philadelphia, but I could not get JR to go (most bizarre). I thought it would be a fun time to break up the short week. Oh well.
I think I am officially in a funk, and I am not sure what to do about it. I have been feeling pretty terrible this week because of my stomach, and I am hoping I start feeling normal by this weekend. If anyone has ever heard of someone surviving a GI tract transplant, please let me know. Last night, I was up literally ALL night because my stomach hurt so bad. It calmed down around 5:00 a.m., and when I woke up it was a little better. Now that I have been sitting at work I just want to die. I haven't had much of an appetite for the past three days and the pain in my left abdomen has really been incredible.
Moving on to fun things. Seamus went swimming at the dog park yesterday and had a blast = he was exhausted!!! We're going to a party this weekend where there is a HUGE yard - I know he'll have fun running around. We eat crabs and smoke cigars all night so I am looking forward to it.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Eff Day
The day has come! The week is over! Our checking account is full of money again! Schwing!!!
Anyway, it has come to my attention that we can go to Don Pablo's (a Mexican food chain...I know...ewwww...Mexican food chain...but it's really tasty and what do I care. I'm not Mexican. You reply here, "You're not Mexican?" hahahahahaha) and get a Pablorita (house margarita) for not the typical happy hour price of $5.00 (they're freaking huge), but for the incredibly generous price of $2.99. That is awesome, so we're going, considering I get out at 3:00 p.m., JR gets out at 4:00 p.m., it takes me 30 minutes to get home from Philadelphia...it is like these margaritas were MEANT to BE.
This weekend is supposed to be hot as balls in Philadelphia - feeling like 105 degrees with 100% humidity...greaaat. Nothing much planned for this weekend, which I feel is a good thing, as I have truly been exhausted for several weeks now. I know I'm not helping the situation but last weekend, and I'm sure this weekend will be really nice to relax. I just have some crappy wallpaper to finish removing from the kitchen, then on to paint.
I love Seamus. He has been so sweet lately. He smells like a foot again, though. Maybe we should take him to the dermatologist because he has been so smelly, despite baths. Do they make dog dermatologists? Did that sweater have buttons? hahahahahaha
Alright, I'm going to be mildly productive today and get some work done. I have figured out the Link thing, so you can check out hubby's blog - I've Got This Anger In Me (he's a really angry Conservative...with every right to be...our government is very spooky right now).
I EFFING LOVE THIS SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dashboard by Modest Mouse. It is such an awesome song (you need to listen to it a few times).
Anyway, it has come to my attention that we can go to Don Pablo's (a Mexican food chain...I know...ewwww...Mexican food chain...but it's really tasty and what do I care. I'm not Mexican. You reply here, "You're not Mexican?" hahahahahaha) and get a Pablorita (house margarita) for not the typical happy hour price of $5.00 (they're freaking huge), but for the incredibly generous price of $2.99. That is awesome, so we're going, considering I get out at 3:00 p.m., JR gets out at 4:00 p.m., it takes me 30 minutes to get home from Philadelphia...it is like these margaritas were MEANT to BE.
This weekend is supposed to be hot as balls in Philadelphia - feeling like 105 degrees with 100% humidity...greaaat. Nothing much planned for this weekend, which I feel is a good thing, as I have truly been exhausted for several weeks now. I know I'm not helping the situation but last weekend, and I'm sure this weekend will be really nice to relax. I just have some crappy wallpaper to finish removing from the kitchen, then on to paint.
I love Seamus. He has been so sweet lately. He smells like a foot again, though. Maybe we should take him to the dermatologist because he has been so smelly, despite baths. Do they make dog dermatologists? Did that sweater have buttons? hahahahahaha
Alright, I'm going to be mildly productive today and get some work done. I have figured out the Link thing, so you can check out hubby's blog - I've Got This Anger In Me (he's a really angry Conservative...with every right to be...our government is very spooky right now).
I EFFING LOVE THIS SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dashboard by Modest Mouse. It is such an awesome song (you need to listen to it a few times).
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Much better.
So, last night I went home and made myself a huge pasta dish, which made me feel much better. It has been raining in Philadelphia since Sunday, and I seriously want to cry. If the sun doesn't come out tomorrow, I don't know if I will get out of bed (let alone get to the gym...yeesh!).
Deepak thinks he broke his leg at the concert...he may have...he took us all out a few times when he fell...my back and hips are still freaking killing me.
Republica just came on the radio. Do you remember them? Baby I'm standing on the roof top, shouting out, baby I'm ready to goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Anyway, today is much busier than yesterday, which is good. Seamus has been stepping on the vent next to the back door and has somehow been getting his nail/paw stuck in the slats. This morning it happening again and we felt so awful. After we get paid (less than 24 hours, thank the Good Lord), we'll head to Home Depot to get a new covering.
Alrighty, that's all from here in beautiful Philadelphia.
Deepak thinks he broke his leg at the concert...he may have...he took us all out a few times when he fell...my back and hips are still freaking killing me.
Republica just came on the radio. Do you remember them? Baby I'm standing on the roof top, shouting out, baby I'm ready to goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Anyway, today is much busier than yesterday, which is good. Seamus has been stepping on the vent next to the back door and has somehow been getting his nail/paw stuck in the slats. This morning it happening again and we felt so awful. After we get paid (less than 24 hours, thank the Good Lord), we'll head to Home Depot to get a new covering.
Alrighty, that's all from here in beautiful Philadelphia.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
The Aftermath.
Yeah...I had an incredible time last night. But I am paying DEARLY for it today. My guts are in turmoil, not so much in the headache department, and I am downright exhausted. I have never had more fun drinking beer, drinking gin and juice (I know...I know...I don't know why either), getting soaked in the rain, being covered in mud, singing, dancing, screaming at bouncers, getting carried out of the seating section, drinking Yuengling (I must be the only person who thinks that stuff tastes like shit. Thank you, Deepak, I appreciate the big gulp, but that beer is TERRIBLE), navigating my dad through Camden, bringing a grasshopper into the shower with me...my my my.
I learned something last night. If you are going to see rock stars, you must party like a rock star. And boy did I! Anyway, I really need like, macaroni and cheese or something to land in my stomach. I had a piece of my rock-hard cinnamon raisin bread for breakfast, a turkey and cheese sandwich, and some grapes...but I really need some gooey food or something.
Wut oh - a severe weather alert just popped up in my right-hand corner...more rain and storm for Philadelphia! Yowzah!
I learned something last night. If you are going to see rock stars, you must party like a rock star. And boy did I! Anyway, I really need like, macaroni and cheese or something to land in my stomach. I had a piece of my rock-hard cinnamon raisin bread for breakfast, a turkey and cheese sandwich, and some grapes...but I really need some gooey food or something.
Wut oh - a severe weather alert just popped up in my right-hand corner...more rain and storm for Philadelphia! Yowzah!
Monday, August 20, 2007
Rock out with your...
Totally going to see Velvet Revolver and Alice in Chains tonight and I am hella stoked. Today is kind of a wash at work; no jobs to work on besides this big motherfucker that requires me to put out calls for the President of my company. Not a bad deal, actually, as I'm a little anti-social today and I don't need to be personable for any longer than, "May I connect you to Laura?"
Anyway. Weekend was sweet - relaxed, ate filet mignon, got back into black cash-wise, drank, went to a party, drank too much (I was fine there, it was the Long Island I had afterwards at a bar that put me over the top...whoops...I don't drink them too frequently, and now I know why).
Yesterday was incredible - woke up with a mild headache (see above paragraph), took a shower, cooked breakfast, drank mimosas (headache went away, thankfully), watched a movie, baked some cinnamon raisin bread, my hubby gave Seamus a bath which was effing hysterical, ate more filet mignon....it was a cold, rainy day, so it was perfect for lounging.
It is cold and rainy again today, but that is not going to dampen (ha ha!!) my mood at all - I am so excited for the show. We're pregaming and eating burgers under this awesome tent we're bringing, then it's on to ROCK.
I hope your Monday is going as beautifully as mine. Ham and cheese time!
Anyway. Weekend was sweet - relaxed, ate filet mignon, got back into black cash-wise, drank, went to a party, drank too much (I was fine there, it was the Long Island I had afterwards at a bar that put me over the top...whoops...I don't drink them too frequently, and now I know why).
Yesterday was incredible - woke up with a mild headache (see above paragraph), took a shower, cooked breakfast, drank mimosas (headache went away, thankfully), watched a movie, baked some cinnamon raisin bread, my hubby gave Seamus a bath which was effing hysterical, ate more filet mignon....it was a cold, rainy day, so it was perfect for lounging.
It is cold and rainy again today, but that is not going to dampen (ha ha!!) my mood at all - I am so excited for the show. We're pregaming and eating burgers under this awesome tent we're bringing, then it's on to ROCK.
I hope your Monday is going as beautifully as mine. Ham and cheese time!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Light yourself on fire!
Hello. When you have a responsibility to a young, less self-sufficient animal that you purchased when he was just a little baby, isn't it IRRESPONSIBLE to purchase an even younger, less self-sufficient animal while your previous less self-sufficient animal is still in need of some MAJOR surgery to correct a hip dysfunction?
I feel it is inappropriate for one to justify the purchase of a second said animal by saying that it will be a playmate for the former animal. It is more than than inappropriate actually; it is cruel. Especially when the amount of physical exertion the former animal can do is hindered (except for swimming) by our veterinarian saying that he cannot even RUN with me. Now. Do you feel it is a great idea to get him a playmate just so he can RUN all freaking day in the backyard, just so I will have to rub his rips and give him painkillers at night?
He has playmates. He visits my father-in-law and plays with a Boxer typically once a week. He visits my mother-in-law and swims in her pool from sunup through nightfall typically once a week when he doesn't visit my father-in-law. He is loved, in excellent shape, and most importantly, he is happy. I love him, and I would do anything for him. If a $3,000+ surgery was not standing in the way of getting a dog, we'd be off to the clinic right now. But this is reality. We need to invest much money in Seamus as well as time for his rehabilitation. Is that fair to the new dog? Is it fair to Seamus, whose surgery we will undoubtedly have to delay due to incurring additional vet fees from our new investment?
This has nothing to do with "I take care of the dogs more." That may be so, but financially, we are both responsible, and I cannot look at myself in the mirror knowing that Seamus will not be getting his surgery due to incurring the additional expense of a dog who was supposed to be his playmate, but boy was our new investment surprised when they were trying to play with a cripple. That sounds like so much fun for everyone!
I feel it is inappropriate for one to justify the purchase of a second said animal by saying that it will be a playmate for the former animal. It is more than than inappropriate actually; it is cruel. Especially when the amount of physical exertion the former animal can do is hindered (except for swimming) by our veterinarian saying that he cannot even RUN with me. Now. Do you feel it is a great idea to get him a playmate just so he can RUN all freaking day in the backyard, just so I will have to rub his rips and give him painkillers at night?
He has playmates. He visits my father-in-law and plays with a Boxer typically once a week. He visits my mother-in-law and swims in her pool from sunup through nightfall typically once a week when he doesn't visit my father-in-law. He is loved, in excellent shape, and most importantly, he is happy. I love him, and I would do anything for him. If a $3,000+ surgery was not standing in the way of getting a dog, we'd be off to the clinic right now. But this is reality. We need to invest much money in Seamus as well as time for his rehabilitation. Is that fair to the new dog? Is it fair to Seamus, whose surgery we will undoubtedly have to delay due to incurring additional vet fees from our new investment?
This has nothing to do with "I take care of the dogs more." That may be so, but financially, we are both responsible, and I cannot look at myself in the mirror knowing that Seamus will not be getting his surgery due to incurring the additional expense of a dog who was supposed to be his playmate, but boy was our new investment surprised when they were trying to play with a cripple. That sounds like so much fun for everyone!
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Miller Lite & Moo
MmMmMmMmm...I just had a really good lunch. I went to a local Irish pub called Fado with my friend Jeff for a pint, but I ended up getting a great lunch, too! It was 6.95, and I got a cup of soup...really effing good...and then I got a "half" of a tomato, basil, mozzarella baguette, but it was freaking huge!
So, I really enjoyed my lunch.
Today is the one year anniversary of bring my dog Seamus, "Moo", home. I cannot it has been so long - he was 15 lbs when he came home, and now he's like, 90 lbs. He is such a sweet dog so I'm trying to think of what I should make him for dinner.
It's $2 pint night at Charlie Brown's tonight - every Thursday, you can go get loaded with Senior Citizens who are guzzling Manhattans for $2 per pint. Could be Guinness or Coors Lite or whatever else they have on tap.
Anyway, I have a crap load of work to do, which I need to get motivated to do. I hope you have a splendid Thursday, accompanied by a tasty beer.
So, I really enjoyed my lunch.
Today is the one year anniversary of bring my dog Seamus, "Moo", home. I cannot it has been so long - he was 15 lbs when he came home, and now he's like, 90 lbs. He is such a sweet dog so I'm trying to think of what I should make him for dinner.
It's $2 pint night at Charlie Brown's tonight - every Thursday, you can go get loaded with Senior Citizens who are guzzling Manhattans for $2 per pint. Could be Guinness
Anyway, I have a crap load of work to do, which I need to get motivated to do. I hope you have a splendid Thursday, accompanied by a tasty beer.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
To Blog, or not to Blog.
I have a serious problem about articulately explaining how I feel. Lately, I have had so much on my mind, I have just sucked, in general, at everything. I know many people do this Blog thing, so I figured I'd give it a shot.
New Smashing Pumpkins on WMMR right now! Rawk!
Anyway, enjoy Hump Day.
New Smashing Pumpkins on WMMR right now! Rawk!
Anyway, enjoy Hump Day.
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