Happy Days! I took an express bus for the first time today. It is the 1st class of public transportation - short of someone offering me a drink. It is $5.00 each way but I love it and feel it's worth it.
The girl had her 1st day of summer camp today. She was worried about going for some reason. All the counselors remembered her name and greeted her with a smile. They were happy to see her which makes me happy. They have a trip to the central park zoo on Wednesday.
Going back to the laundromat tonight and I feel confident.
4th of July this weekend...have plans with a friend. Should be fun.
Switching headache meds again...*sigh* Verapamil didn't work...picking up Topamax tonight.
Taking the express bus home. Hope I love it just as much. Dinner is unknown. I am packing cheese, crackers, pepperoni and grapes for the laundromat. Gotta do something to make it fun. I wonder if they'd frown upon wine in a thermos...
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Dumb Guinea
It's been a strange week for me. I'm trying to get myself together without the help of others and it isn't easy.
I did my own laundry at the laundromat. I stood out like a polka dot in the crowd. My neighborhood consists mostly of elderly italians. There is an occasional Korean family and apparently there are some families of hispanic descent. Reason why I've never seen them? They all chill at the laundromat. They stared at me...well, stared up at me. Every single woman there was no more than 4' 9
I also didn't really know how many quarters it takes to run a washer. I didn't know where the detergent went. I didn't know that if you put your bag in front of a washer and go get change that doesn't mean you have any claim to it. When I got back 30 seconds later someone's clothes were in it and that shit was already up to the rinse cycle. I tried to ask for assistance but...no habla espanol.
I also went to the farmer's market and picked up fresh vegetables and fruit. I actually cooked them, too. Then I decided I would make fresh iced tea - like with tea bags. So I throw a giant pot of water on the stove and wait for it to boil. I slice lemons, get the pitcher ready, make sure I have enough ice...I am excited. Finally, the water boils. What do I do? I THROW SALT IN IT LIKE A DUMB GUINEA because apparently boiling water = pasta. I had to toss the whole thing and start over.
Went to some doc appts. I went to the opthalmologist. She says my eye balls are fine. I a little bit failed my field of vision test but I think I just took it wrong with the first eye. She wants me to come back but I ain't.
Next day I go for my yearly pap. Like any good woman, I sat and thought about the preparation. Shave? Don't? Shave some? Just trim? Make a little heart out of it? Who knows what the right thing to do is...
I get there and they make me wait. I refuse to pee because it will mess with my freshness. Finally, they call me in. They hand me the glorified napkin to cover myself with. I get naked and wear said napkin. Then, they make me wait again. Then, the air conditioner comes on. I can no longer feel my feet, I have to pee, and I am uncomfortably sitting naked waiting for someone to barge in.
Finally she came in. She wanted to chit chat the whole time about my kid, my love life, my everything...all while being up in my downtown area and feeling up my boobs. Always a joy.
I did my own laundry at the laundromat. I stood out like a polka dot in the crowd. My neighborhood consists mostly of elderly italians. There is an occasional Korean family and apparently there are some families of hispanic descent. Reason why I've never seen them? They all chill at the laundromat. They stared at me...well, stared up at me. Every single woman there was no more than 4' 9
I also didn't really know how many quarters it takes to run a washer. I didn't know where the detergent went. I didn't know that if you put your bag in front of a washer and go get change that doesn't mean you have any claim to it. When I got back 30 seconds later someone's clothes were in it and that shit was already up to the rinse cycle. I tried to ask for assistance but...no habla espanol.
I also went to the farmer's market and picked up fresh vegetables and fruit. I actually cooked them, too. Then I decided I would make fresh iced tea - like with tea bags. So I throw a giant pot of water on the stove and wait for it to boil. I slice lemons, get the pitcher ready, make sure I have enough ice...I am excited. Finally, the water boils. What do I do? I THROW SALT IN IT LIKE A DUMB GUINEA because apparently boiling water = pasta. I had to toss the whole thing and start over.
Went to some doc appts. I went to the opthalmologist. She says my eye balls are fine. I a little bit failed my field of vision test but I think I just took it wrong with the first eye. She wants me to come back but I ain't.
Next day I go for my yearly pap. Like any good woman, I sat and thought about the preparation. Shave? Don't? Shave some? Just trim? Make a little heart out of it? Who knows what the right thing to do is...
I get there and they make me wait. I refuse to pee because it will mess with my freshness. Finally, they call me in. They hand me the glorified napkin to cover myself with. I get naked and wear said napkin. Then, they make me wait again. Then, the air conditioner comes on. I can no longer feel my feet, I have to pee, and I am uncomfortably sitting naked waiting for someone to barge in.
Finally she came in. She wanted to chit chat the whole time about my kid, my love life, my everything...all while being up in my downtown area and feeling up my boobs. Always a joy.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Real Men
WHERE are the REAL men?
The men who care about something other than themselves?
The men that hold a door open for the person behind them?
The men that don't spit in the street?
The men that make sure a woman gets home okay?
The men that shower daily?
The men that care about their appearance?
The men that understand responsibility and uphold it?
The men that take other people's feelings into consideration?
The men that put the seat down?
The men that say good morning and have a good night?
The men with manners?
My generation is full of boys. Immature 20 and 30 something boys that haven't a clue as to what it means to be a man. I'm fucking sick and tired of it and I can assure you that if I ever have a son I will teach him how to be a respectful man. The so-called "men" of today are disgraceful.
Finding a real man is like finding a unicorn. A mythical creature that you've heard of but never seen. If you find one, grab on and don't let go because they are a dying breed doomed to extinction.
The men who care about something other than themselves?
The men that hold a door open for the person behind them?
The men that don't spit in the street?
The men that make sure a woman gets home okay?
The men that shower daily?
The men that care about their appearance?
The men that understand responsibility and uphold it?
The men that take other people's feelings into consideration?
The men that put the seat down?
The men that say good morning and have a good night?
The men with manners?
My generation is full of boys. Immature 20 and 30 something boys that haven't a clue as to what it means to be a man. I'm fucking sick and tired of it and I can assure you that if I ever have a son I will teach him how to be a respectful man. The so-called "men" of today are disgraceful.
Finding a real man is like finding a unicorn. A mythical creature that you've heard of but never seen. If you find one, grab on and don't let go because they are a dying breed doomed to extinction.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Miley Cyrus
I spent the better part of my morning figuring out how to get tickets to the Miley Cyrus concert in November. Last year when she toured I didn't think the girl would even know what a concert was. I took her to the movie instead. At the end she said, "I thought we were going to see the REAL Hannah Montana." Crap.
This morning I became an official member of Miley World for 30 bucks. I then could receive a code for presale tickets. I waited patiently for 10:00 am to roll around so I could buy them. My first two attempts never went through...error on the page. Third one did. Four tickets on the floor, 10th row. The girl will be pleased once I can tell her.
I can't tell her anything, ever, until the day we are going. Otherwise every single day until said event I will hear, "When are we going? Today? Tomorrow? How long? WHEN?" I can't take it.
She lost a tooth this past weekend. Well, more like had it ripped from her. She bit something that made it very loose and then we took it out. It wasn't ready to come out...she got 20 bucks.
Busy weeks to come. Hoping to make it to the beach this weekend, weather permitting.
This morning I became an official member of Miley World for 30 bucks. I then could receive a code for presale tickets. I waited patiently for 10:00 am to roll around so I could buy them. My first two attempts never went through...error on the page. Third one did. Four tickets on the floor, 10th row. The girl will be pleased once I can tell her.
I can't tell her anything, ever, until the day we are going. Otherwise every single day until said event I will hear, "When are we going? Today? Tomorrow? How long? WHEN?" I can't take it.
She lost a tooth this past weekend. Well, more like had it ripped from her. She bit something that made it very loose and then we took it out. It wasn't ready to come out...she got 20 bucks.
Busy weeks to come. Hoping to make it to the beach this weekend, weather permitting.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
George Clooney wasn't there...
I went to the ER Sunday night. I lost my vision twice. It was like some angry blob crept over my right eye until I couldn't see anything, and then crept away, twice.
Everyone said that was a big deal. So I went to the ER with my bff, dropping the girl off somewhere first. I figured I was in for a long night.
I check in, and the woman says, "That is certainly a concern" after I described what happened...always reassuring, the hospital staff.
I got a little bed in the corner of the ER. The older man across from me kept lifting his sheet to flash me his man parts. He was 90 so I can't say this was the least bit pleasant.
Doc 1 comes over. Evaluates and says, "Sounds like you had a couple of strokes." His face does not change through our entire conversation, which was brief. Essentially, he knows nothing and will send me for tests. Which tests? Who knows? He doesn't say. We learn quickly that you must ask a very precise question to get answers from Doc 1 and so we prep a list for the next time he comes over.
Nurse man comes to draw blood. BFF tries not to pass out. I ask him what he's testing for. He is surprised at how little I know. I tell him who my doctor is and he says the man has no personality or bedside manner and not to take it personally. Yay for me.
A chick in the opposite corner is bitchin and moaning the entire time I'm there. She makes use of her self phone regularly to instruct her husband how to prep the kids for bed. Turns out she has a cut on her pinky finger that is not even bleeding anymore. The doctor gives her a bandaid and I proceed to make fun of her for the rest of the night. BFF and I conclude that she cut herself to get away from the children. We log it away for future use.
BFF finally goes home. At this point my 90 year old friend develops gas that sounds as though he is shitting himself, repeatedly. He finds the sound hilarious. I think he was trying to wave the stink my way.
In the morning I awaken to the sound of my old friend asking the nurse if she will wash his private parts. She says no. He says, "What about my rear end?" She says no...he farts.
I got a cat scan, blood work a second time, my carotid arteries checked, an ekg, a heart monitor strapped to me for the length of my stay, an echo of my heart, any maybe some other stuff that I'm forgetting. I did not have tumors nor did I have a stroke.
I have ocular migraines. Have to take a pill everyday forever so I don't go blind while driving or anything important like that. Admit it, you are jealous.
Everyone said that was a big deal. So I went to the ER with my bff, dropping the girl off somewhere first. I figured I was in for a long night.
I check in, and the woman says, "That is certainly a concern" after I described what happened...always reassuring, the hospital staff.
I got a little bed in the corner of the ER. The older man across from me kept lifting his sheet to flash me his man parts. He was 90 so I can't say this was the least bit pleasant.
Doc 1 comes over. Evaluates and says, "Sounds like you had a couple of strokes." His face does not change through our entire conversation, which was brief. Essentially, he knows nothing and will send me for tests. Which tests? Who knows? He doesn't say. We learn quickly that you must ask a very precise question to get answers from Doc 1 and so we prep a list for the next time he comes over.
Nurse man comes to draw blood. BFF tries not to pass out. I ask him what he's testing for. He is surprised at how little I know. I tell him who my doctor is and he says the man has no personality or bedside manner and not to take it personally. Yay for me.
A chick in the opposite corner is bitchin and moaning the entire time I'm there. She makes use of her self phone regularly to instruct her husband how to prep the kids for bed. Turns out she has a cut on her pinky finger that is not even bleeding anymore. The doctor gives her a bandaid and I proceed to make fun of her for the rest of the night. BFF and I conclude that she cut herself to get away from the children. We log it away for future use.
BFF finally goes home. At this point my 90 year old friend develops gas that sounds as though he is shitting himself, repeatedly. He finds the sound hilarious. I think he was trying to wave the stink my way.
In the morning I awaken to the sound of my old friend asking the nurse if she will wash his private parts. She says no. He says, "What about my rear end?" She says no...he farts.
I got a cat scan, blood work a second time, my carotid arteries checked, an ekg, a heart monitor strapped to me for the length of my stay, an echo of my heart, any maybe some other stuff that I'm forgetting. I did not have tumors nor did I have a stroke.
I have ocular migraines. Have to take a pill everyday forever so I don't go blind while driving or anything important like that. Admit it, you are jealous.
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