Lissla -hope all is well.
Well, I had an interesting day at work yesterday. I was taken off pt care because I had two committee meetings to attend (they last about 3 hours)–and then the meetings were cancelled! Yay! I did spend much of the day wondering if they were gonna say, now take these patients, but the didn’t. My manager, who out on sick leave, called and had me do chart audits. So, it was a paperwork day.
I could use a whole lot more of them. I came home exhausted–but not because of work. My husband has gained some weight and now snores–and it is really hard to sleep through. So, that’s why I was tired.
Today is gorgeous outside–I don’t know who ordered the prettiest fall for Chicagoland, but I’ll take it! So much nicer than the horrid hot summer we had.
Kitties are cute as can be–I like Rascal’s blog. The girl pictured looks to me like Claire from Six Feet Under (a compliment).
Ork! I had a glazed Dunkin Munchkin at work yesterday.
Never again…
Cute kitties Sean.
Last night I went to a visitation. One of my co-worker’s grandmother died, so I dutifully went to pay my respects. I also sent a purty green plant. Oh, and about 4 PM yesterday it started raining and rained pretty much all last night. Today is bright and sunny and supposed to be around 80 degrees. It’ll be like this the rest of the week. Which means it’ll probably be drizzly and mid 50s all next week. Nuttin’ like the extremes of fall in the waaaaaay south. As long as I live in a no snow zone, I won’t complain though.
Tomorrow I get to go to a funeral. I have to play usher. A gentleman from my church who was 98 years old died Monday. He was a great violinist. Matter of fact, on Sunday he played “Ave Maria” on his violin during the offeratory. That’s kinda weirded me out. I mean, he’s been in poor health for quite some time and all but, to feel well enough to come to church and play and then the next day die, well, that’s just weird. The place will be packed tomorrow.
In other news, I had Halloween candy for supper last night. While I would not recommend this as part of a steady diet, I gotta admit it made a pretty dang good supper last night. 
I had pudding with a side of peanut M&M’s on Monday noc for dinner. Pathetic, but tasty going down.
I need some good Doper advice. I meet with the kitchen designer today at 1pm Central Time. He is kind of an ass–he likes the sound of his own voice and doesn’t really listen to women (or maybe just me). Yes, I shouldn’t be using him–and I’m not for the kitchen. I only wanted help, a roadmap, a design* --and then it is off to Ikea I go. He knows this (and still insists on trying to sell me HIS cabinets etc). I am actually dreading this in a mild way. He keeps wanting to talk to my husband (which I am reading as “let me talk to the rational one and let’s get you in line, because I know I can convince hubby to buy my cabinets”).
So, I don’t want to go in all pissed bitchy–I try not to do that anyway, but I need some backbone when he starts his hard sell.
Any advice?
*we are getting new cabinets, floor and countertops. No new appliances, no moving of plumbing. We have a non-standard kitchen ceiling and non-standard cabinets etc–it’s an old house.
I am OFFICIALLY terminally oogied out now! 
ashes, since I still have the two little girl dogs plus the presense of The Princess[sup]TM[/sup]'s great big hair factory, it’s probably best not to pine for a puppy just yet. I think I will just post as Tupug in honor of his memory for a while. 
sean, cute kitties. I am partial to black kitties for some reason. Their eyes are always so pretty.
I wish lissla would pop in and let us know how hubby is.
Tupug
Go ahead. The girls say they want to see if they can get more friends than some of the MySpace ho’s.
eleanor there are other people out there who can give you the same information without the pressure. Tell him to hit the road.
Get your <snerk>s ready for this. Judge Alito’s family
I was gonna pop in with all kinds of sage advice for eleanor but now all I can say is what Sean said. If he does not want to listen to you or answer your questions, then he ain’t worth dealing with. He is not the only person in the world to sell cabinets. If I were you I’d remind him of that fact.
OOH! Or get hubby to play along and take him with you to meet this guy. When he starts talkin’ to hubby and ignoring you, then hubby says to the guy “whatever eleanor wants.”
Thanks. I feel especially ready since everyone attacked my latest report this morning. They do this every time. I never have the answers to the questions they ask. I feel like such an idiot saying “I don’t know… I don’t know.” But given the amount of data involved, I can’t memorize every single data point people!
Just woke up. Stressful day plus Lissar family hours.
He got back from the hospital around two. His blood sugar and pulse were fine. Doesn’t sound like they know what happened, but we’re booking a doctor’s appointment for him today to get really thoroughly checked out.
He was kind of pale and out of it all day, and wasn’t supposed to do anything strenuous, so we invited Attacks Things Husband (who’d already phoned to offer assistance, errand-running, and hospital visitation. He’s so sweet) over for a Hallowe’een candy and Firefly marathon. We spend the afternoon and evening eating candy (well, A.T.H. and I did. Not Mr. Lissar) and loafing.
Don’t know about his potassium levels, but he had eaten breakfast. It’s a mystery. If I find out any more, I’ll let you know. Thank you all for the good thoughts.
I’d agree with this too. People like your kitchen designer need to learn that it’s the 21st Century and women make decisions now. We don’t have to run to our husbands to get their approval. If the kitchen guy can’t accept that, then he can watch his business decline as people take their money to businesses that get it.
[/bitching] Can you tell that this condescending attitude is a pet peeve of mine?
Lissla, glad to hear that things are sorta ok. Hopefully the doctor will say he’s really ok when he gets checked out today.
Kittens! I love kittens, and puppies too, but the problem with kittens and puppies is that they get bigger, and become cats and dogs. Then you can’t hide them from your hall director in the dorms. Bears are ok, though. 
Kittens and puppies. In a light cream sauce. Served over noodles. SNIFF I miss my mother’s home cooking! SNIFF
Why do you think they call them 'Hush Puppies"?
All crunchy on the outside. All fluffy on the inside. MMMMMMMMMMMM
:eek: :eek: :eek: You’re killing me people! ::brought back to life and terminally oogied once again::
lissla, hopefully it will turn out to be nothing worse than fatigue and low blood sugar.
Cats- the Other White Meat… :eek:
Lissla glad to hear he’s home. Hope the doc is thorough and solves the mystery.
Maybe I am just one angry woman, but I so want to turn to this guy and say, “are you always this much of an asshole, or do I rate special?”
Off to appt with him now. Wish me luck! (hubby will not do as suggested above–in fact hubby either wants me to find another designer or listen to the guy. Hubby and I are not exactly happy together!)
Now puggy nobody’s said anything ‘bout killin’ kittens and puppies, just eatin’ em.
Here’s more good eatin’
Marshmallow Peeps DelightFills, 3 Chocolate Cream Filled Marshmallow Pumpkins.
Ymmmm