My son has kept me up for the last two nights because of an ear infection. I called his doctor yesterday, but they couldn’t squeeze me in, so I ended up spending three hours in the damn emergency room, just so the doctor could look at him for 10 seconds and announce “yep, it’s an ear infection alright”. Well, no shit Sherlock, I would have never guessed that (putz). To top it all off, my son absolutely, positively will not take his medication. I’ve tried begging, bribery, and Roman-Greco Wrestling, to no avail. Which means, of course, that I get to drag him back to his doctor tomorrow so he can get a shot. Can you say “Yay” for me?
Shadowfox
“The dead have risen, and they’re voting Republican!” - Bart Simpson
I’m a grandma! Well, sorta. On close inspection, the female lemon labidochromis (a bright yellow African cichlid tropical fish) had a mouthful of babies. (These fish are mouthbrooders–they lay their eggs, then keep them in their mouth until the yolk sack is absorbed and the young are free swimming.)
I’m so stoked! My s/o and I removed her from the aquarium (yes, it took both of us) to isolate her in my “hospital” tank–now the maternity ward, apparently. I can see the little babies’ eyes when she opens her mouth, so they should be free swimming in about 10 days or so. The poor dear is so thin…she hasn’t eaten in at least two weeks. Ah, the maternal instinct of sacrifice! BTW, mother’s name is Edith, and the father’s name is Archie…so we have a Meathead and a…a…whatever Sally Struther’s character’s name was in there somewhere. (I named them Edith and Archie because they’re an inseparable couple that constantly bicker–he’s always picking on her!) I feel like a little kid–I’m thrilled!
Meanwhile…I had part one of a root canal yesterday. Didn’t really bother me much at the time, except having to force my jaw open for so long. However, I woke up hurting this morning . Part 2 is in two weeks…whee.
Teaching: The ultimate birth control method.
Poster You’d Most Like to Date–Female
Second Official SDMB Awards
Kitty, of the street variety, crashes on my doorstep every night (my neighbor is feeding it so it ain’t gonna relocate). Every morning I walk out the door and Kitty jumps up in alarm and scurries toward the gate to wait and see what I’m going to do. Well, sure enough, there ain’t nowhere else to go from my front door, so I go unlock the gate. Kitty hustles off to the top of the stairs and looks back to see what I’m gonna do. Once again, nowhere else to go, I’m going down the stairs; when I reach the head of the stairs, Kitty has bounced down the stairs to the bottom of the staircase and is in the courtyard, looking back to see what I’m doing. At this point there are 360º of options available to Kitty, including a very nice kitty-nap picnic table and a hole in the wall of the adjacent structure that I’d sure go check out if I was Kitty. But no-o-o. Kitty walks to the front gate, where I am, of course, bound, and waits to see if I’m coming. I am, so Kitty splits, the available shelter being my car, which Kitty climbs under. Well, I am going to get in my car and fire it up, which sends Kitty up the street. Oh well, somehow Kitty learned the pattern.
Does that make you feel better? I’ve always been a big proponent of kneeling on ill child’s chest and jamming the medicine down their throats. I beleive the phrase is
" Killing them with kindness."
Ordered the new furniture (couch chair and ottoman) they are scheduled to arrive today while I am in Texas. The little Missus took the day off for the delivery.
We trashed the monstrosity of a sectional we once had the day before I left for Texas, and while rearranging the computer into the “office” the system failed. After a bit of fiddling i discovered we needed a new MB. Worse yet all the parts stores were closed to the missus has been without a puter for the last week.
Then we went to watch a DVD and the DVD layer wouldn’t work ( i think the culprit was a power surge) and I had to take it back for service (lucky it’s in warranty).
But on the broght side i got to meet chef and had a good time having nachos and beer. I am also up for 2 new jobs at work…
Voted Biggest Smartass by all you beautiful people!
You always use violence. I should’ve ordered glutinous rice chicken.
I’m at work, drinking coffee eating GS thin mint cookies. My accounting software is acting up and pissing me off, I’m listening to Africa by Toto, I wish I was home in bed.
This life is a test. It is only a test. If it had been an actual life, you would have received further instructions on where to go and what to do.
By the time it got over to northeast Dallas, the hail was baseball-sized, Zyada. We thought someone was in the alley throwing rocks at our house. We got a couple of them and put them in the freezer.
No, no, Phouka. What you should do is behave like what you are: a person who has no need to protect her future at the company where you work. Spend the next ninety days coming up with exotic ways to exact revenge on the guy. I recommend watching the movie “Office Space” for inspiration.
I’ve planted my first “square-foot” garden. (First garden of any kind, actually.) I hope to grow corn, lima beans, sugar snap peas, cantaloupe, tomatoes, Thumbilina carrots and two kinds of lettuce. I also planted an herb called Pennyroyal because it is supposed to repel fleas and I figure it may well repel all sorts of pests.
We have a feral cat that comes to eat from our step and takes shelter in our doorway during the rain, but can’t be coaxed inside, even with stinky canned cat food. Any suggestions?
We struck down evil with the mighty sword of “teamwork” and the hammer of “not bickering.”
. Part 2 is in two weeks…whee.