My paternal Grandfather died September 26, 2010. During his time on earth, he had a pure hatred for red lights and stupid traffic that went deep down into the pit of his soul.
I share this hatred. I think it's genetic.
Fore warning: This blog may show you exactly how strange I may be. But I don't care. Its just my take on life.
Since my Grandpa O's death, I have noticed many things during my drive times. I hit red lights like it's my job. I constantly get stuck by a line of cars while trying to cross a highway. And people pull out in front of me like I am invisible.
While I haven't figured out a way to fix the third problem aside from t-boning the other car (That'll teach em.) I have in a strange way figured out a way to solve the other problems. Here comes the paranormal part. I find myself talking to my Grandpa like he actually has influence on traffic patterns and stop lights. And you know what. It works. Maybe it's luck, maybe it is timing, but I think it isn't. I think my Grandpa is my own little patron Saint of Traffic.
Not saying that my Grandpa watches out for me so that I don't hit any red lights, but if in cases where I am running late, a quick "Grandpa, please?!" usually does the trick for me. Same for when there is a line of cars.
I'm not crazy. I just have faith that my Grandpa is watching me from heaven, making sure that I don't go road rage postal on someone that doesn't deserve it.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Helpless situations
I am always irritated. But sometimes my funniest lines happen when I am annoyed. Living in the West End of Davenport, you encounter a lot of interesting people. I have decided to list the interesting people that piss me off.
1- People that smoke at entrances to restaurants, grocery stores, or any other public building. Step outside the fact that it is illegal, is your shopping experience so intense that it qualifies for a smoke break? Or do you just get off on great deals and have to pause for 5 minutes then get back into it? I don't care that you smoke. I care when it affects me. Such as at the Rockingham Hy-Vee when I am trying to get a Redbox. Don't talk to me, don't touch my baby, put out your cancer stick and get back in the building to oogle the cheap prices of the Keystones and slim jims.
2- People that park in the fire lane. You know, the fat asses that really need to park on the opposite side of the lot to get that exercise? Or the people that need the quick get away from the dollar tree. Seriously, I've been to Walmart enough times where an ambulance was needed and the fire truck parking lot was full of people waiting for their wives or children to get their Valutime Cheese Puffs. Oh and by the way 95% of them were smoking.
3- People that yell at public officials for doing their job. This story is kind of ridiculous and isn't the only representation of my opinion, but here goes. I was at the Humane Society getting a rabies shot for my dog and some young female patron behind me was noticing an Animal Control Truck coming in. The officer got out of the truck and pulled out a 6 month old Golden Retriever and was carrying it inside to which the young idiot blurted out "You just stole someone's dog! Just wanted to let you know that!" First off, no shit. Thank you captain obvious. But lets use our thinking brain here. How do we know that dog wasn't running the streets terrorizing innocent citizens or the owner was beating it? I looked at her, as did everyone else, with an incredulous look. And then she did it. The Maury Povich, hand on the hip, wiggling her head back and forth, whipped her hair around then looked away like we are the ones with the problem. Some people are so dumb, it oozes out and makes the rest of us dumb too, because not one single person could find words to say to her. I did ask the vet to do a service to the quad cities and spay her while she was there, but he said he couldn't legally do it, though he would like to.
4- Tastee Freez employees. Do they realize that its 89 degrees out and there are 76 people in line? The picnic tables are sticky and children are walking on them barefoot. Some douche bag is revving his motorcycle engine for no apparent reason while his "hot mama" gets him a banana split with extra strawberries. A pregnant teenager just went into labor and all I want is a freakin vanilla cone with some damned sprinkles on it. Quit rubbing the zits on your forehead, wash your hands, and pull the lever on the machine with gusto and I'll give you $2. You don't need to pick up that sharpie and write down the order. I can walk you through this step by step. Do any adults work there?
5- Ice Cream Truck Drivers. My nephew is 3. If you see him running out towards the street by himself, don't stop and throw it into reverse. A) your dumbass is liable to hit him. B) He's 3! He doesn't carry cash. Give him time to get on Etrade and sell some stock, then his parents can take him to the bank to do a withdrawl from his college savings. Better yet, do you take money orders? He's a big fan of Western Union.
***Note- My nephew did not run into the street, but he was on his way to it as my Brother saw it all and chased after him and caught him before something tragic happened. No foul parenting was involved.***
And there we have it. Pet Peeves of West Ending it. I can put up with beer cans scattered in peoples yards, dirty kids of all genders running around without clothes after the street lights come on, I even grit my teeth when a parent is yelling at their kids at 10:30 pm in Hy-Vee because they are tired and crying. But the above types of people are the ones that I wish would move to Rock Island. It's just a hop, skip, and a jump over the Centennial Bridge. And who knows, maybe they'll fall off on the way.
1- People that smoke at entrances to restaurants, grocery stores, or any other public building. Step outside the fact that it is illegal, is your shopping experience so intense that it qualifies for a smoke break? Or do you just get off on great deals and have to pause for 5 minutes then get back into it? I don't care that you smoke. I care when it affects me. Such as at the Rockingham Hy-Vee when I am trying to get a Redbox. Don't talk to me, don't touch my baby, put out your cancer stick and get back in the building to oogle the cheap prices of the Keystones and slim jims.
2- People that park in the fire lane. You know, the fat asses that really need to park on the opposite side of the lot to get that exercise? Or the people that need the quick get away from the dollar tree. Seriously, I've been to Walmart enough times where an ambulance was needed and the fire truck parking lot was full of people waiting for their wives or children to get their Valutime Cheese Puffs. Oh and by the way 95% of them were smoking.
3- People that yell at public officials for doing their job. This story is kind of ridiculous and isn't the only representation of my opinion, but here goes. I was at the Humane Society getting a rabies shot for my dog and some young female patron behind me was noticing an Animal Control Truck coming in. The officer got out of the truck and pulled out a 6 month old Golden Retriever and was carrying it inside to which the young idiot blurted out "You just stole someone's dog! Just wanted to let you know that!" First off, no shit. Thank you captain obvious. But lets use our thinking brain here. How do we know that dog wasn't running the streets terrorizing innocent citizens or the owner was beating it? I looked at her, as did everyone else, with an incredulous look. And then she did it. The Maury Povich, hand on the hip, wiggling her head back and forth, whipped her hair around then looked away like we are the ones with the problem. Some people are so dumb, it oozes out and makes the rest of us dumb too, because not one single person could find words to say to her. I did ask the vet to do a service to the quad cities and spay her while she was there, but he said he couldn't legally do it, though he would like to.
4- Tastee Freez employees. Do they realize that its 89 degrees out and there are 76 people in line? The picnic tables are sticky and children are walking on them barefoot. Some douche bag is revving his motorcycle engine for no apparent reason while his "hot mama" gets him a banana split with extra strawberries. A pregnant teenager just went into labor and all I want is a freakin vanilla cone with some damned sprinkles on it. Quit rubbing the zits on your forehead, wash your hands, and pull the lever on the machine with gusto and I'll give you $2. You don't need to pick up that sharpie and write down the order. I can walk you through this step by step. Do any adults work there?
5- Ice Cream Truck Drivers. My nephew is 3. If you see him running out towards the street by himself, don't stop and throw it into reverse. A) your dumbass is liable to hit him. B) He's 3! He doesn't carry cash. Give him time to get on Etrade and sell some stock, then his parents can take him to the bank to do a withdrawl from his college savings. Better yet, do you take money orders? He's a big fan of Western Union.
***Note- My nephew did not run into the street, but he was on his way to it as my Brother saw it all and chased after him and caught him before something tragic happened. No foul parenting was involved.***
And there we have it. Pet Peeves of West Ending it. I can put up with beer cans scattered in peoples yards, dirty kids of all genders running around without clothes after the street lights come on, I even grit my teeth when a parent is yelling at their kids at 10:30 pm in Hy-Vee because they are tired and crying. But the above types of people are the ones that I wish would move to Rock Island. It's just a hop, skip, and a jump over the Centennial Bridge. And who knows, maybe they'll fall off on the way.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Man up!
Okay this will be a rant. Hang on to your seat. I'm angry.
Yesterday it was cruddy, rainy, sleety, snowy and any other verb for late winter weather you wish to insert. I got my mail quickly then went inside.
Today, it is cold, cloudy, gray, and sad outside. At around noonish I opened my front door to check to see if the mail has been dropped off yet. It hadn't. But I did find something peculiar sitting on my bench. It was a waterlogged piece of paper. Curious, I picked it up. It was a Warning from Animal Control.
Apparently, someone complained about the amount of dog crap in my yard. Also, according to the paper, I needed to license my dogs. My BS meter immediatley started pinging. Only 1 of my dogs needs their license renewed. Anyway, I went to my back door and noticed, yeah, okay, I see some turds. I could probably go out this weekend and rake. My eyes went back to the paper in my hand.
"Excement must be removed from the yard IMMEDIATLEY." I checked the date at the top of the paper. This warning was issued the 19th (Yesterday). They were coming back to check on this situation on the 20th (today).
So, they either expected me to pick up crap in the pouring cold rain, or get it done during business hours today which makes no sense. While there are a great number of people that are home during business hours, I am typically not one of them. Animal Control only operates until 6pm Monday through Friday.
So, I gave them a ring. Explained to them that I happened to come across this note just today around noon and explained that the crap cannot be removed from my yard if they were coming right away. (I didn't say crap to them. I said poop. They kept calling it excrement, but I refuse to hold myself to such high class. My yard is full of crap afterall.)
They asked if I could remove it by tomorrow. Even though its a pain in my ass, I said yeah it could and they told me an officer would be out tomorrow to make sure it got picked up. So, once Mike got home from work, I put on my shoes and donned a shovel and a rake and went to town. Once I got out there, I admit, there was a lot of poo that was caked in over the winter, but from a distance, you wouldn't even be able to tell if it was mud or poo. I've concluded that the neighbor that moved in next door must've complained. Which brings me to the real reason I am mad.
Am I so intimidating that you can't knock on my door if the crap is bothering you? Seriously. I'm not that bad of a person. If you ask, I'll clean it. Typically, the poop from the winter gets cleaned up in the early spring but coincidentally, I was in the hospital and recovering from surgery in the month of March. Sorry we've slipped so far into April but we've had so much damn rain that I'm not going to go into the back yard to clean it up. I want to wait until it dries out so it won't be so heavy. Also, I have a 4 month old to care for and my husband works long hours so I think the more irresponsible thing to do would be to leave my child unattended to scrape up doo doo in my yard. Because then you would called Child Protective Services and DHS would leave a note on my door about the baby pee and come back the next day to check on it.
When it comes down to it, I admit it is my fault. I am a dog owner and it is my reponsibility to keep up on this task. But where is the neighborly compassion? Why can't you grow a pair and come to my directly instead of a 3rd party. We talk over the fence. We're cordial and polite. I've even said if you have a problem with my dogs let me know and we'll fix it. No, instead, I went into my back yard this afternoon and rustled up the poop. Also rustling up a stench. SO, in the end, now the poop is gone, but both of our yards now smell like rotten logs when it didn't before. Happy?
Yesterday it was cruddy, rainy, sleety, snowy and any other verb for late winter weather you wish to insert. I got my mail quickly then went inside.
Today, it is cold, cloudy, gray, and sad outside. At around noonish I opened my front door to check to see if the mail has been dropped off yet. It hadn't. But I did find something peculiar sitting on my bench. It was a waterlogged piece of paper. Curious, I picked it up. It was a Warning from Animal Control.
Apparently, someone complained about the amount of dog crap in my yard. Also, according to the paper, I needed to license my dogs. My BS meter immediatley started pinging. Only 1 of my dogs needs their license renewed. Anyway, I went to my back door and noticed, yeah, okay, I see some turds. I could probably go out this weekend and rake. My eyes went back to the paper in my hand.
"Excement must be removed from the yard IMMEDIATLEY." I checked the date at the top of the paper. This warning was issued the 19th (Yesterday). They were coming back to check on this situation on the 20th (today).
So, they either expected me to pick up crap in the pouring cold rain, or get it done during business hours today which makes no sense. While there are a great number of people that are home during business hours, I am typically not one of them. Animal Control only operates until 6pm Monday through Friday.
So, I gave them a ring. Explained to them that I happened to come across this note just today around noon and explained that the crap cannot be removed from my yard if they were coming right away. (I didn't say crap to them. I said poop. They kept calling it excrement, but I refuse to hold myself to such high class. My yard is full of crap afterall.)
They asked if I could remove it by tomorrow. Even though its a pain in my ass, I said yeah it could and they told me an officer would be out tomorrow to make sure it got picked up. So, once Mike got home from work, I put on my shoes and donned a shovel and a rake and went to town. Once I got out there, I admit, there was a lot of poo that was caked in over the winter, but from a distance, you wouldn't even be able to tell if it was mud or poo. I've concluded that the neighbor that moved in next door must've complained. Which brings me to the real reason I am mad.
Am I so intimidating that you can't knock on my door if the crap is bothering you? Seriously. I'm not that bad of a person. If you ask, I'll clean it. Typically, the poop from the winter gets cleaned up in the early spring but coincidentally, I was in the hospital and recovering from surgery in the month of March. Sorry we've slipped so far into April but we've had so much damn rain that I'm not going to go into the back yard to clean it up. I want to wait until it dries out so it won't be so heavy. Also, I have a 4 month old to care for and my husband works long hours so I think the more irresponsible thing to do would be to leave my child unattended to scrape up doo doo in my yard. Because then you would called Child Protective Services and DHS would leave a note on my door about the baby pee and come back the next day to check on it.
When it comes down to it, I admit it is my fault. I am a dog owner and it is my reponsibility to keep up on this task. But where is the neighborly compassion? Why can't you grow a pair and come to my directly instead of a 3rd party. We talk over the fence. We're cordial and polite. I've even said if you have a problem with my dogs let me know and we'll fix it. No, instead, I went into my back yard this afternoon and rustled up the poop. Also rustling up a stench. SO, in the end, now the poop is gone, but both of our yards now smell like rotten logs when it didn't before. Happy?
Monday, March 21, 2011
can't i just have a NORMAL visit to the hospital?
Okay, so Sebby had to go to Urgent care the other night. He's fine. Onto the more important story of that night.
I had to call my big brother Matt up to give Sebby and I a ride to Urgent Care since Mike was working.
Under Dr orders I am not to lift over 10lbs for another 2 weeks so Matt carried Sebby's carseat around for me. Once we arrived at UC, Matt sat down and got Sebs out of his seat and he was fussing a bit. So I was registering Sebby and Matt asks across the room when the last time I fed him was. I informed him that it was probably time for another bottle and Matt, the seasoned veteran of bottling formula, prepared and began to feed Sebby while I answered a slew of questions about what Sebby's problem was that night. After 20 questions, I joined my bro and my baby in the waiting room.
Remember a few blogs ago when I mentioned that it pays off to have a baby if you hate waiting around? Ding ding ding it worked again!!! Since Sebby eas having breathing issues at home, we skipped the hour and 45 minute wait and were called right in!!!
So Matt carried Sebby back again for me. We were in triage answering more questions when a nurse poked her head in the door. Her eyes darted back and forth between Matt and myself before she finally singled me out and whispered "Your husband Mike is here.". And she got another peak at Matt before mouthing the words "Is it okay if he comes back here?"
I gave her what I am sure to be a look almost as confused as hers and replied "why wouldn't it be okay for my husband to come back here?"
And with that, she said okay and Mike strolled in a few moments later and took his son from my brother.
Now you probably already see where this was going. I, in a state of maternal shock was oblivious to any funny business that was unraveling so I will continue and share Mike's side of the story.
After traveling roughly 45 minutes from Muscavegas to D-port, Mike briskly entered the UC waiting room and went to the check in desk and stated "Hi, my wife and son are here. I believe they may have just been taken back?".
A nurse and the receptionist looked at Mike, then each other, then in the direction of the triage office, then back to Mike. One of them that had the brain that they were sharing for the day spoke up and said "what was your name again?"
"Mike Jones"
"And you are her...?"
"Husband."
And at that point one of them went back and awkwardly tried to send a message to me in a 4x5 room that she must have expected no one else to hear.
Once she returned, she hesitantly said,
"Oh-kay, you can follow me back to triage.". And she looked at the other nurse who apparently had the look on her face of a cow staring at an oncoming train. It finally clicked for Mike and he shouted out"He's my brother in law!"
A wave of relief came over the pair of scrub wearers and one of them gladly opened the door to triage for Mike.
The next thing the nurse says to me is:
"Oh I was so confused! I thought we were going to have a domestic!"
If you have ever met or seen my husband, you would agree with this lady that obviously my husband MUST work out just to prepare for his random street fights that break out because he is one angry looking individual. And he's angry because stargate SG-1 was cancelled a few years ago and he hasn't found a healthy way to deal with this devastation.
Or on the other hand, my brother Matt isn't exactly small, but his lenten diet hasn't given him the energy it would require to snap Mike's tibia. Seriously. He gave up meats and processed foods for lent. Gross.
So anyway, this nurse goes off about how weird it is that my brother was taking care of my kid and that her brother would NEVER do that for her and she doesn't want him to. Well good for you lady.
I am very blessed to have such a supportive family that I can lean on in my time of need, but please people. Don't confuse us with those nasty people on Springer that do unspeakable things with each other. We ain't THAT close!
I had to call my big brother Matt up to give Sebby and I a ride to Urgent Care since Mike was working.
Under Dr orders I am not to lift over 10lbs for another 2 weeks so Matt carried Sebby's carseat around for me. Once we arrived at UC, Matt sat down and got Sebs out of his seat and he was fussing a bit. So I was registering Sebby and Matt asks across the room when the last time I fed him was. I informed him that it was probably time for another bottle and Matt, the seasoned veteran of bottling formula, prepared and began to feed Sebby while I answered a slew of questions about what Sebby's problem was that night. After 20 questions, I joined my bro and my baby in the waiting room.
Remember a few blogs ago when I mentioned that it pays off to have a baby if you hate waiting around? Ding ding ding it worked again!!! Since Sebby eas having breathing issues at home, we skipped the hour and 45 minute wait and were called right in!!!
So Matt carried Sebby back again for me. We were in triage answering more questions when a nurse poked her head in the door. Her eyes darted back and forth between Matt and myself before she finally singled me out and whispered "Your husband Mike is here.". And she got another peak at Matt before mouthing the words "Is it okay if he comes back here?"
I gave her what I am sure to be a look almost as confused as hers and replied "why wouldn't it be okay for my husband to come back here?"
And with that, she said okay and Mike strolled in a few moments later and took his son from my brother.
Now you probably already see where this was going. I, in a state of maternal shock was oblivious to any funny business that was unraveling so I will continue and share Mike's side of the story.
After traveling roughly 45 minutes from Muscavegas to D-port, Mike briskly entered the UC waiting room and went to the check in desk and stated "Hi, my wife and son are here. I believe they may have just been taken back?".
A nurse and the receptionist looked at Mike, then each other, then in the direction of the triage office, then back to Mike. One of them that had the brain that they were sharing for the day spoke up and said "what was your name again?"
"Mike Jones"
"And you are her...?"
"Husband."
And at that point one of them went back and awkwardly tried to send a message to me in a 4x5 room that she must have expected no one else to hear.
Once she returned, she hesitantly said,
"Oh-kay, you can follow me back to triage.". And she looked at the other nurse who apparently had the look on her face of a cow staring at an oncoming train. It finally clicked for Mike and he shouted out"He's my brother in law!"
A wave of relief came over the pair of scrub wearers and one of them gladly opened the door to triage for Mike.
The next thing the nurse says to me is:
"Oh I was so confused! I thought we were going to have a domestic!"
If you have ever met or seen my husband, you would agree with this lady that obviously my husband MUST work out just to prepare for his random street fights that break out because he is one angry looking individual. And he's angry because stargate SG-1 was cancelled a few years ago and he hasn't found a healthy way to deal with this devastation.
Or on the other hand, my brother Matt isn't exactly small, but his lenten diet hasn't given him the energy it would require to snap Mike's tibia. Seriously. He gave up meats and processed foods for lent. Gross.
So anyway, this nurse goes off about how weird it is that my brother was taking care of my kid and that her brother would NEVER do that for her and she doesn't want him to. Well good for you lady.
I am very blessed to have such a supportive family that I can lean on in my time of need, but please people. Don't confuse us with those nasty people on Springer that do unspeakable things with each other. We ain't THAT close!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Genesis Hilton
So, I've been in the hospital since last Wednesday, March 2nd, 2011. (thats two thousand and eleven because I don't give a crap)
Apparently a side effect of pregnancy is gall stones in my gallbladder. And a side effect of gallstones is if you stay in the hospital for 5 days they won't feed you. Thats right. I am limited to ice chips, yellow or green jello, chicken broth, popsicles, hot tea, grape juice or apple juice. Which when you haven't eaten in 5 days you may think to yourself "Hm, that sounds like a buffet!"
But everytime one of the teenage food deliverers enters my room i just hold my hand up and say no. I don't want it. I am so fricking hungry that if I can't have what I want, I won't eat anything at all. Maybe its to show my doctors just how whiny I can be. Maybe its because it all sounds so disgusting. "We won't feed you food, but here is all this sugar and salt! Bon Appetite!' Gross. Seriously. I don't know ANYONE that specifically makes yellow jello just to eat it.
My surgery is scheduled for Monday March 7th. I want to go home sooooo bad. I don't wish this on my worst enemy. I've been reduced to watching the same reruns of the Jersey Shore, ABC Family, I think I watched the last 15 minutes of Aladdin today, and just endless channel surfing which reassures a previous blog. I think you're dumb if you pay for cable tv.
They offer me a free paper every morning. I don't read it.
I know they are trying to make my stay here as nice as possible but honestly, when I come to a hospital I just want to be miserable. I don't want to enjoy this. I am already trying to make the best of a bad situation. But this situation is awful.
I can't care for my son. I don't even want him here. A hospital isn't a place for a 13 week old. My family has all be pitching in to help out which is nice but I still find a way to make it bad. I wish it was me caring for him. He has been on formula for the past week because I can't feed him and it really makes me angry everytime I see him and he gets fatter everyday from all the fillers they put in formula. His cheeks are sooo pudgy. His baby fat curls itself around his pacifier. He wasn't like that when I was caring for him. My husband tells me that his diapers are absolutely horrendous. He smells awful too.
I know this is the whiniest blog ever but like I tell everyone that has been visiting. I just sit here all day and stew. I do nothing. I wait. I watch the clock. I sip juice. I think about how much this sucks. I talk to nurses that come in. They always offer to bring me ice chips but you can only pretend its water flavored ice cream for so long.
So I'll end this rant now. I'm tired of whining but I can't stop. Facebook is lame.
Apparently a side effect of pregnancy is gall stones in my gallbladder. And a side effect of gallstones is if you stay in the hospital for 5 days they won't feed you. Thats right. I am limited to ice chips, yellow or green jello, chicken broth, popsicles, hot tea, grape juice or apple juice. Which when you haven't eaten in 5 days you may think to yourself "Hm, that sounds like a buffet!"
But everytime one of the teenage food deliverers enters my room i just hold my hand up and say no. I don't want it. I am so fricking hungry that if I can't have what I want, I won't eat anything at all. Maybe its to show my doctors just how whiny I can be. Maybe its because it all sounds so disgusting. "We won't feed you food, but here is all this sugar and salt! Bon Appetite!' Gross. Seriously. I don't know ANYONE that specifically makes yellow jello just to eat it.
My surgery is scheduled for Monday March 7th. I want to go home sooooo bad. I don't wish this on my worst enemy. I've been reduced to watching the same reruns of the Jersey Shore, ABC Family, I think I watched the last 15 minutes of Aladdin today, and just endless channel surfing which reassures a previous blog. I think you're dumb if you pay for cable tv.
They offer me a free paper every morning. I don't read it.
I know they are trying to make my stay here as nice as possible but honestly, when I come to a hospital I just want to be miserable. I don't want to enjoy this. I am already trying to make the best of a bad situation. But this situation is awful.
I can't care for my son. I don't even want him here. A hospital isn't a place for a 13 week old. My family has all be pitching in to help out which is nice but I still find a way to make it bad. I wish it was me caring for him. He has been on formula for the past week because I can't feed him and it really makes me angry everytime I see him and he gets fatter everyday from all the fillers they put in formula. His cheeks are sooo pudgy. His baby fat curls itself around his pacifier. He wasn't like that when I was caring for him. My husband tells me that his diapers are absolutely horrendous. He smells awful too.
I know this is the whiniest blog ever but like I tell everyone that has been visiting. I just sit here all day and stew. I do nothing. I wait. I watch the clock. I sip juice. I think about how much this sucks. I talk to nurses that come in. They always offer to bring me ice chips but you can only pretend its water flavored ice cream for so long.
So I'll end this rant now. I'm tired of whining but I can't stop. Facebook is lame.
Friday, March 4, 2011
wants to eats fewds
Okay. So I'm laid up in the hospital. They won't let me eat anything until after my surgery. So I haven't eaten anything since tuesday night. Here is a list I have compiled of things I want to eat.
Macaroni and cheese
Chocolate custard
Spaghetti and meatballs and garlic bread
Tacos
Popcorn
Chips and salsa
Mashed potatoes and gravy
Bread
Peanut butter and jelly sandwich
Ramen
California rolls
Vietnamese eggrolls
Butterburger and fries
Crispy chicken sandwich with lots of mayo
Cookies
Hungry hobo
Uuughh soo hungry.
Until then I will just pretend my ice chips are what I really want.
Macaroni and cheese
Chocolate custard
Spaghetti and meatballs and garlic bread
Tacos
Popcorn
Chips and salsa
Mashed potatoes and gravy
Bread
Peanut butter and jelly sandwich
Ramen
California rolls
Vietnamese eggrolls
Butterburger and fries
Crispy chicken sandwich with lots of mayo
Cookies
Hungry hobo
Uuughh soo hungry.
Until then I will just pretend my ice chips are what I really want.
Monday, February 28, 2011
I gots the foods poisoning.
Ugghhh. I'm going to recap the last week of my life for you. Hang on tight.
Sunday Morning 7:30am- Mom comes over. We load up my dogs and take them to the kennel for boarding.
8:00am- Finally leave the place after prying mom away from her dumb dogs. You should have seen her. It was pathetic. You would think they were leaving for Iraq.
8:45am- arrive at work to facilitate a quick fundraising meeting. I'm thinking this should take 20 minutes.
10:00am- running through the building dodging parishoners to get back to my car without being asked anymore questions.
10:30- pick mom up from her house
11:00am on the road an hour late :(
We were headed to Nashville TN. Yup. Me. Mike. Sebby. and Mom. The 4 best friends that anyone could have.
1:00pm- stopped at the Cracker Barrel in Morton IL for lunch with Mike's high school buddy.
3:00pm- back on the road
9:00pm- arrive in Clarksville TN to stay the night. I had White Castle for the first time in my life. Meh. I don't get it.
Monday Morning-
7:00am- Wake up Sebby. Pack up his million and one things
8:00am- head to Nashville
9:00am- Arrive at the Gaylord Opryland Resort and think "This place is HUGE!" Because it was.
So we get checked into our room. The let us check in early because we had a baby. Isn't that sweet of them? I'm going to start using my kid to get more cool things like that. Maybe board a plane first? Or pass the line at Texas Roadhouse?
Anywho, The time stamps from here on out get questionable. So bear with me.
Monday Morning- Try to navigate the many halls and atriums of the hotel with my mom and Sebby while Mike goes to class at his Convention.
Lunch was a bunch of different paninis, cous cous- very delicious. home made chips that were under a heat lamp but cold for some reason, and water.
Hang out some more
Cocktail reception- I had bottled water, chips and salsa, tiny pieces of ny strip steak on triangle crackers, this weird little thai salad served in a martini glass, and eggrolls that were filled with shredded buffalo chicken.
After the reception I had a calzone with meatsauce over it for dinner at the hotel pizza restaurant.
Bedtime
Tuesday Morning
Ate breakfast. Had a delicious muffin with some weird crumbly stuff, fruit, yogurt and milk
Went to the opening session and saw Lee Greenwood peform. Awesome.
Went to the trade show. Ate Custard cake, sweet potato fries, pub burger, tenderloin sandwich, chicken sandwich, smashed potatoes with cheese and sour cream, brownie sundae, Custard Nachos, ketchup (I'm a squeezer and so is Sebby), blueberry and strawberry lemonade, lime ice, bottled water, apple chips, mozzarella sticks, cheese curds, onion rings, cake batter concrete mixer, and a couple more things but I forget what.
After the trade show, went for a walk with Sebby and mom
Tuesday evening- went to the wildhorse saloon. Had pulled pork, grilled chicken, steak, deep fried pickles, and water. Watched the Craig Morgan Concert.
In bed at midnight. Really exhausted and a slight tummy ache. Perhaps I ate too much today?
Wednesday morning- skipped breakfast and laid in bed
skipped the closing session and laid in bed
skipped lunch and laid in bed
1:00pm- tried to walk around but it didn't last. Went back to bed.
6:00pm- Mike made me get out of bed, put on my dress and some makeup and go down to the Gala Dinner Cocktail party. Drank bottled water. Slowly.
7:00pm was seated for Gala dinner.
Waited until they served the salad and asked Mike to walk me back to the room.
Went back to bed
8:30- blew chunks
9:00- blew chunks
10:30- blew chunks
11:15- Mike came back and I blew chunks
Midnight- more of the same
2:00am- trots cha cha cha
3:00am- cha cha'd some more
5:00am- Baby woke up and I blew chunks and trotted.
7:00am- start packing for the car ride home. with interuptions every 5 minutes.
9:00am- back in the car for the journey home
we stopped at 1 gas station and 1 rest stop. I refused to get out of the car both time. I will not EVER use a public restroom while on the road. Sometimes I hate myself.
6:00pm- back home.
All day Friday in bed with multiple bathroom breaks
Saturday- in bed most of the morning. Went to Matt's house for a couple of hours, then back home and watched tv until 4 when I went to Grandma's for her party. They were serving Hot dogs and chili with all those fixins, chips and dip, and candy out the yin yang. I had 2 pieces of licorice and water.
Went to Comedy Sportz. I had the water with a side of comedy.
Sunday morning- Sebby's baptism. We served pulled pork sandwiches, pasta salad, baked beans, chips and cake. I ate 2 bites of my sammy, a few chips, a serving of beans and a serving of pasta and a root beer.
Went home after that and laid in bed for a while.
Had sketti for dinner.
I feel much better today. So after all that stuff I ate last week. Want to know what the culprit was? Well... Mom and I both got sick so we thought it could have been anything. But then on Sunday, we found out that Mike's friend was sick too. Ladies and Gentlemen. I got food poisoning from the Cracker Barrel while vacationing at the husband's Convention for a restaurant chain I cannot name. Just my rotten luck. It was a crappy week.
Sunday Morning 7:30am- Mom comes over. We load up my dogs and take them to the kennel for boarding.
8:00am- Finally leave the place after prying mom away from her dumb dogs. You should have seen her. It was pathetic. You would think they were leaving for Iraq.
8:45am- arrive at work to facilitate a quick fundraising meeting. I'm thinking this should take 20 minutes.
10:00am- running through the building dodging parishoners to get back to my car without being asked anymore questions.
10:30- pick mom up from her house
11:00am on the road an hour late :(
We were headed to Nashville TN. Yup. Me. Mike. Sebby. and Mom. The 4 best friends that anyone could have.
1:00pm- stopped at the Cracker Barrel in Morton IL for lunch with Mike's high school buddy.
3:00pm- back on the road
9:00pm- arrive in Clarksville TN to stay the night. I had White Castle for the first time in my life. Meh. I don't get it.
Monday Morning-
7:00am- Wake up Sebby. Pack up his million and one things
8:00am- head to Nashville
9:00am- Arrive at the Gaylord Opryland Resort and think "This place is HUGE!" Because it was.
So we get checked into our room. The let us check in early because we had a baby. Isn't that sweet of them? I'm going to start using my kid to get more cool things like that. Maybe board a plane first? Or pass the line at Texas Roadhouse?
Anywho, The time stamps from here on out get questionable. So bear with me.
Monday Morning- Try to navigate the many halls and atriums of the hotel with my mom and Sebby while Mike goes to class at his Convention.
Lunch was a bunch of different paninis, cous cous- very delicious. home made chips that were under a heat lamp but cold for some reason, and water.
Hang out some more
Cocktail reception- I had bottled water, chips and salsa, tiny pieces of ny strip steak on triangle crackers, this weird little thai salad served in a martini glass, and eggrolls that were filled with shredded buffalo chicken.
After the reception I had a calzone with meatsauce over it for dinner at the hotel pizza restaurant.
Bedtime
Tuesday Morning
Ate breakfast. Had a delicious muffin with some weird crumbly stuff, fruit, yogurt and milk
Went to the opening session and saw Lee Greenwood peform. Awesome.
Went to the trade show. Ate Custard cake, sweet potato fries, pub burger, tenderloin sandwich, chicken sandwich, smashed potatoes with cheese and sour cream, brownie sundae, Custard Nachos, ketchup (I'm a squeezer and so is Sebby), blueberry and strawberry lemonade, lime ice, bottled water, apple chips, mozzarella sticks, cheese curds, onion rings, cake batter concrete mixer, and a couple more things but I forget what.
After the trade show, went for a walk with Sebby and mom
Tuesday evening- went to the wildhorse saloon. Had pulled pork, grilled chicken, steak, deep fried pickles, and water. Watched the Craig Morgan Concert.
In bed at midnight. Really exhausted and a slight tummy ache. Perhaps I ate too much today?
Wednesday morning- skipped breakfast and laid in bed
skipped the closing session and laid in bed
skipped lunch and laid in bed
1:00pm- tried to walk around but it didn't last. Went back to bed.
6:00pm- Mike made me get out of bed, put on my dress and some makeup and go down to the Gala Dinner Cocktail party. Drank bottled water. Slowly.
7:00pm was seated for Gala dinner.
Waited until they served the salad and asked Mike to walk me back to the room.
Went back to bed
8:30- blew chunks
9:00- blew chunks
10:30- blew chunks
11:15- Mike came back and I blew chunks
Midnight- more of the same
2:00am- trots cha cha cha
3:00am- cha cha'd some more
5:00am- Baby woke up and I blew chunks and trotted.
7:00am- start packing for the car ride home. with interuptions every 5 minutes.
9:00am- back in the car for the journey home
we stopped at 1 gas station and 1 rest stop. I refused to get out of the car both time. I will not EVER use a public restroom while on the road. Sometimes I hate myself.
6:00pm- back home.
All day Friday in bed with multiple bathroom breaks
Saturday- in bed most of the morning. Went to Matt's house for a couple of hours, then back home and watched tv until 4 when I went to Grandma's for her party. They were serving Hot dogs and chili with all those fixins, chips and dip, and candy out the yin yang. I had 2 pieces of licorice and water.
Went to Comedy Sportz. I had the water with a side of comedy.
Sunday morning- Sebby's baptism. We served pulled pork sandwiches, pasta salad, baked beans, chips and cake. I ate 2 bites of my sammy, a few chips, a serving of beans and a serving of pasta and a root beer.
Went home after that and laid in bed for a while.
Had sketti for dinner.
I feel much better today. So after all that stuff I ate last week. Want to know what the culprit was? Well... Mom and I both got sick so we thought it could have been anything. But then on Sunday, we found out that Mike's friend was sick too. Ladies and Gentlemen. I got food poisoning from the Cracker Barrel while vacationing at the husband's Convention for a restaurant chain I cannot name. Just my rotten luck. It was a crappy week.
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