I have a miserable cold. Since Friday, I haven’t slept more than two hours at a time. I’m shivering, phlegmy, exhausted. Feh.
These giant teddy bears have been causing me irrational fits of rage lately. If you ask me, that is the worst possible Valentine’s gift ever.
- Clutter
- A* hundred dollars* worth of clutter?!
- Generic. “What Woman want? TV say Woman want bear.”
- It’s BIG, so that definitely means more love, than say, a regular-sized piece of clutter. Duh.
- It’s a toy, marketed as a gift for adult women. And what should she give in return? A big plastic Tonka truck?
I was merely irritated by seeing these horrible things on TV last week, and now I see that my stepdaughter’s idiot boyfriend actually got her one for Valentine’s Day. I want to go right over to their house and punch him.
Ew ew ew ew ew
Big bears. Could be nice to cuddle with on a lone night.
Sure. And what do you do with them when you’re not alone, or don’t wanna cuddle with a big stuffed animal? They just sit in a corner and STARE. Creeps.
I love the sleeves on the purple one.
How could I have possibly guessed the woman in front of me at the checkout, who smelled of smoke stank and only bought purse sized bottles of wine, would be smoking on the train platform? No idea. And upwind from everyone to boot, just to make sure we could all whiff her stank. No I didn’t say anything. I’m not dumb enough to confront crazy assholes who are likely also drunk.
People who smoke in inappropriate places are the worst. Here in Montreal, there are always people smoking inside the subway stations. But they’re homeless people, so not much is done about it. Unlike 99% of people who leave vicious comments in the comments sections of news stories, I don’t hate homeless people. I just wish they wouldn’t smoke inside.
February is the worst month for us. Everyone has cabin fever and we barely tolerate each other. Plus running errands turns into a total saga. Two shirts, two coats, clean off the car, and try to get the groceries in the house without falling into the snowball piled up by the driveway.
Plus I bought paczki yesterday and they were undercooked. Now I have to venture out again to find a real paczki.
You would think people who have lived in Maine their entire lives would understand the physics of driving in snow. But at least several times per winter, I end up stuck behind some dunderhead in a two-wheel-drive pickup truck who thinks 15 miles per hour is a good enough run to make it to the top of a 1.5 mile long, 5% grade hill that is covered in snow and ice!
Needless to say, they end up having to turn around, and I thank Og for front-wheel drive and studded winter tires!
My mom is back in the hospital with a faulty ticker. She has congestive heart failure. She was in for a week just before Christmas and went back to the hospital last Tuesday where she has been ever since. It seems the medications that should be helping strengthen her heart aren’t working. She is being moved to a top-notch cardiac center today for further evaluation, but she may need a heart transplant. She can’t be left alone because she is so weak, so my sister and I have been taking turns spending the night with her. My sainted sister has spent the last two days/nights with her because I have a cold. We don’t think she will be able to move back home after she is released, and may have to move in with one of us.
Blah.
I hate tax prep day. AARP provides free tax preparation, and since we’re too damn lazy to learn Oregon tax law, we use them to do the grunt work and file online. Free or not, it’s just an ordeal to go over there and sit for two hours while they do the online filing thing. My spouse drags me with her every year; I’d rather have my kneecaps drilled. Anyway, it’s done, other than sending the government a check. At least we don’t have to give Oregon any money. I can hardly wait for property tax season, which is really painful.
TheFaerie I am so sorry.
Thanks flatlined. It’s still up in the air right now, and the waiting is the hard part.
Yeah, it sure is. 
Hope things go smoothly with your mom, and that you can shake off the cold within seven short days instead of it dragging out for a solid week.
It has been a weird week. I was scheduled to travel for work for two days, one night, starting Monday. It was going to be to the first time I would be away from my baby overnight. Then my daughter got sick on Sunday. I felt bad but didn’t feel like I could call out of my business trip based on a story I heard about a pregnant worker who didn’t show up at the location she was supposed to go to and was subsequently fired. However, my flight was cancelled due to weather and I went home. We took the baby to the doctor and found she most likely had a virus. She could go back to daycare as soon as she went 24 hours without a fever. And now we get to the really sucky part. The baby has been fever free all day. But I left the doctors office without a note and has can’t go back to daycare without a note. Gah! I only get 10 days of PTO. And now I’m going to waste one taking a healthy kid to the doctor to get a note. Because I forgot.
On top of all this, I know my daycare is going to complain because we haven’t run a check to her yet. Because I have to pay her for days I don’t use if I don’t tell her at least two weeks in advance. And sometimes she loses my notes and harasses me for not giving her notice.
slalexan - does your daycare have a fax machine? Maybe the doctor’s office can just fax the note directly and save you a trip? 10 days of PTO a year? That’s awful!
And in other news:
Ooohhh. Invisalign studs. There’s a woman I work with I’ve always wondered about the little round nubs on her teeth. I just read an article/blog about someone’s journey with invisalign and now realized that’s what they are. I thought they might be some kind of (she’s) Chinese fashion or something she regrets so always hesitated asking her.
10 days isn’t so bad because we get the week between Christmas and New Years off as paid holidays but it sucks that I don’t get to pick when to take them. My company is kind of stuck in the past when it comes to things like flexibility. They only just instituted a flex-time rule.
And she doesn’t have a fax machine. I use an in-home daycare. I am looking for a new daycare currently.
Just full of mini-rants today!
My “favorite” jeans no longer fit really well due to the extra 10 pounds I’m carrying. Plus the pull on the zipper broke AFTER I zipped them up, so now I have to just shimmy them on and off. Thank Og for stretchy denim!
I took my kids to the dentist this morning for their first visit in way too long. Their appointments were Monday. I had to reschedule one for next week and the other for two Mondays after that.
My youngest (who is 21 months) just gave me his first “nonononononoNO” as I was chasing him around the house trying to put his coat on in advance of leaving for said ill-fated appointments.
It’s 5 o’clock somewhere, right??