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Kissing Hank's Ass

and some funnies....

Did I mention that my toilet suddenly decided not to shut off?  That was fun also, trying to shut off the main valve while hoping the noise wasn't carrying through.

Fortunately, it started lightning so the Tree Guys had to take a break.  Unfortunately, I think the lightning hit someone about 20 miles south.   Actually, the way I read the article, he wasn't hit (it hit near him) yet he was in serious condition at the hospital.  Would someone mind explaining that phenomenon to me?  I'm guessing it has to do with the physics of how (lightning?) particles travel through the air, but I'm kind of hazy on the specifics.

I do need to remark here that I should have had a blazing migraine from the stress I put myself through, yet thanks to the amazing healing properties of Coenzyme Q10, one Excedrin was all I needed to stifle the pain.  So, as you might surmise, the Great CoQ10 Experiment is a success!   Yay!!!!!!!!!!!! 

It won't rot out every 3 years, but it doesn't have the same character that the old one had.

Some lowlife stole (yes, STOLE) our one & only lime on our cute, Dead-Man-Walking lime tree, Bertram.  Poor little Bertram is planted so close to death row (don't get confused with Dead Man Walking.  Death row is our back line of foliage/weeds that gets as much water as Mother Nature can provide in a drought) and doesn't get nearly enough water that he needs.  Yet, he still managed to produce one beautifully perfect lime this year.  And some scum-sucking troll took it.  Bastages!

The reason he is dead man walking is because we (meaning south Floridians) currently have a Canker Crisis going on.  Every other day, some bullshit politician, who is paid off by Big Citrus, is making some global decisions about which perfectly healthy, privately owned citrus trees need to be removed with serious prejudice.

This is my third year to face this day with no living mother.  It didn't really bother me at all this year.  I just found myself feeling very fortunate that Galahad's mother is in my life.

I thought of my mom a bit when we were shopping for Galahad's mom.  I silently considered what my mother might have liked had she still been living.   [ I wonder if that's healthy? ]   I cried a whole lot more during her last few living years while she was really sick than I have in the 2.5 years since she died.

Security Update, March 29, 2001

Somehow, I managed to fit my large foot inside my rather tiny mouth.  Damn, I'm good.  I was remarking to the birthday girl that some of her friends danced like hoochie-mamas.  It turns out that one of the mothers of said girls may or may not have been sitting next to me at the time.  Nice, aye?

I flew home last night and was ecstatic to see my Galahad again and sleep in our yummy bed.  = D

I had a delay of over an hour on the runway yesterday before my plane took off.  Two people didn't make their connecting flight (mine), and their luggage needed to be removed.  That took almost an hour.  Then, one woman got all freaked by that and decided she didn't want to be on the plane because of bomb fears.  So, we had to wait some more while they looked to remove her luggage as well.

I am so frustrated.  That stupid fucking ex-cancer spot on my forehead is rearing its ugly head again.  The steri-strips finally wore off on Saturday, and I was (relatively) pleased to see merely an angry red line of scar tissue.  [It's amazing what pleases me these days about this.]  Anyway, last night, I noticed a tiny little white spot.  This morning, the white spot had grown and so had my fears....

After finishing up packing and checking my 5 bazillion emails (from work while I was out last week), I managed to squeeze in a quick visit to my doctor on the way to the airport. 

They, of course, were not pleased to see me again.  Like I am?  The physician assistant who originally told me that she could not re-stitch my wound 3 weeks ago seemed pleased to be able to say, "I told you so."  Basically, I have a tiny infection that is caused from re-stitching an open wound after it has started to heal.  WTF???  I still don't understand how sterile sutures can cause infection on the 2nd time around but not on the 1st. 

[For those of you who may not have heard me ranting a few weeks ago, she simply steri-stripped the wound, which of course burst open again 2 days later.  When I went back again, the cosmetic surgeon was there and immediately re-stitched the wound after re-cutting it, of course.]

Then, when I told her I still had my Zithromax from 5 weeks ago --- the date of the original surgery --- I thought she would burst from the joy of being right.  She had her finger out and pointing in my face claiming that if I had taken the damn antibiotics as a precaution way back then, they would still be in my system now.  Bull-fucking-shit!   And, if so, I don't really want this "medicine" in my system ever.

So, now I'm on antibiotics, internally & externally.  She was nice enough to find me a sample of something since I didn't have time to hit a pharmacy on my way to the airport.  I guess once she was so happy about the "I told you so," she could afford to be magnanimous.

The office staff and nurses have been very nice and accommodating.  I would like to send them a thank-you for it.  Maybe flowers?  Especially since I haven't always been in my most pleasant of moods when I visit there.

a true hero: A Tower of Courage - Rick Rescorla

Mr. Hat's HellHole - We ARE South Park: For the Fans, by the Fans

Well, nice weekend I had.  I took Friday off to relax and had a major weather front move in, so of course Migraine City for me.  Pills, injection, etc...

My steri-strips started peeling, so I ventured forth to the doctor again.  Once there, the office manager tells me that the strips are supposed to come off now.   ARGGGGGGG!

The nurse sees me and notices the big fucking whole in my head.  She then has the decency to ask the cosmetic surgeon to have a quick look-see.  And, wouldn't you know, she decides to re-stitch it.  Today is actually 2 weeks to the day it was originally done, so she now has to re-cut the wound and make it a little bit LARGER so that there are fresh edges to stitch and heal.

Now, the Lidocaine is wearing off and it hurts!  I still have the Tylenol 3 from last time, but there's no way I'm taking that yet.  God forbid if I do and get a migraine as a result.  I'll just suffer in silence...

Okay, they didn't *lose* it.  It just didn't make my plane even though I arrived at the airport over 90 minutes early.  I was surprised at how awfully slow Detroit security was.  Ft. Lauderdale security wasn't too bad, about 30 minutes.  Newark security was a breeze.  And, then there was Detroit....

I barely made my plane and did not have enough time to grab a snack.  So, on the plane I started wigging out a bit...  We were on a tiny plane to Cleveland, so I begged the flight attendant for some stale peanuts.  He was very nice and brought me 3 packs.

Security wasn't bad except I got patted down by a female security officer even though I didn't set off the metal detector.  I'm not sure what that was about, but she was nice about it.  ;-)

Now, I'm tense about tomorrow's surgery.  And, I think I'm more concerned with the earliness of the appointment and my food capabilities than the actual cutting part.   Ummmmm, nope, I guess I'm tense about the cutting part, too.

So, on to my latest amusement....

I just made my travel arrangements to fly up to New Jersey & Detroit next month.  What am I, crazy?   ;-)  As if being there in February isn't bad enough, I'm going just a few days after I have my face operated on.  Won't I look lovely when I meet with all my company VP's who will be there, too, coincidentally enough?  Maybe I can just wear a balaclava all day, so no one can see me...

I can't believe I'm still vain & insecure about my looks in my 30's.  Vanity is so 20's!  I'm such a Shallow Sheila.

I recently joined a new email list and absolutely love it!!!  I'm just an emailing fool.

Last night, Galahad & I went out on a date.  hehe.  We were joking about how uncomfortable it would have been if we hadn't been with each other forever.  Women never order what they want to eat on a date.  They order what they think will make them appear ladylike when eating it.  Isn't that silly?  I did it all the time.  ;-)

We went to tequila night and had some yummy shots and yummy margaritas.  Okay, I know no one believes me.  I had only yummy sips of shots & margaritas.  I was the designated driver.  But, I got to eat whatever I wanted to and felt comfortable doing it! 

Well, I'm diving in headfirst for work this week.   Wish me luck....  (and tons of patience)

Here's a silly little (maybe not so little) list that will keep you busy for awhile, figuring out 80's song lyrics and the artists who sang them...

However, my brave & gallant Galahad cheered me up immeasurably when I broke the news to him.  =)

My lovely orchids bloomed this weekend.  They are absolutely stunning, even more so considering that they bloomed despite my brown thumb.  =)

Here's a funny/twisted link for an online advice column.....

Savage Love by Dan Savage

Time for a new weblog.  I've been neglecting it a lot since I've transmogrified into a gaming geek. 

"I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?"

Apparently, I'm even more of a loser than I thought because I can't easily figure out why this page looks the way it does.  But, I don't really feel like messing with it right now.....

If it doesn't straighten out after a few posts, then I'll play with it some more.  Please just suffer silently, or rant to my email.