I was talking on the cell with Son # 2 while at work the other day and he was asking me about work hours vs. school crap. What should he do? He didn't have any time for a social life. Blah, Blah, Blah.
I got all snarky, weird on him and started to talk about how the Spousal Unit and I have no social life either. We are feeling the need, the absolute urge for the fledgling to fly the nest cause this Mama needs to clean the newly empty nest. (Its still not empty).
He got snarky back at me (Chip off the old block - Spousal Unit wants me to clarify that he is not snarky).
So I started talking about my Boodalicious Bootay with the whole head swingy thing goin' on and how the Spousal Unit might like to spend some adult time with the "She who."
He just started into the standard kid harangue: Ew, ew, ew, yuck, I so, do not want to know those things about my parents rant.
Being the loving, supportive mother that I am... I AMP up the conversation.
Just then I see coworker, Wee One, busting a gut giggling. She points to the Big Boss standing behind me. He obviously had been standing there for quite some time. I put the other foot in my mouth, since one foot in mouth is never enough, and ask how much of the conversation he over heard.
Not answering directly, he goes into the whole "She who" Boodalicious Bootay mimic thing.
He's got the Boodalicious Bootay part down pat.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Hump Day
Today is Wednesday. DUH!!
I did very little at work today. I usually hump my not so petite A$$ all day at work.
Today was really slow and so I cruised the NET and did some reading.
I even asked some coworkers about subjects to blog about tonight. Most of the coworkers came up with a blank, deer in the headlights stare or shrugged their shoulders.
Wee One suggested a couple of ideas that might be good for her blog, but are not suitable for my voice here. She leads a much more interesting life than I do. She is also single and very young.
Do any of you remember those days of being so carefree? I do. I just don't want those days to come back. I'll take the years earned, wisdom learned any day.
The youthful skin tone I do miss.
As an after thought:
Spousal Unit is after me to find a topic and wax philsophically on the subject and discuss the topic in length. (Men, they just don't understand. Maybe they do. Whatever).
I would like that. Just right now, too many objects are swimming in my ADD brain. I will reflect on this and probably come up with a suitable post.
I did very little at work today. I usually hump my not so petite A$$ all day at work.
Today was really slow and so I cruised the NET and did some reading.
I even asked some coworkers about subjects to blog about tonight. Most of the coworkers came up with a blank, deer in the headlights stare or shrugged their shoulders.
Wee One suggested a couple of ideas that might be good for her blog, but are not suitable for my voice here. She leads a much more interesting life than I do. She is also single and very young.
Do any of you remember those days of being so carefree? I do. I just don't want those days to come back. I'll take the years earned, wisdom learned any day.
The youthful skin tone I do miss.
As an after thought:
Spousal Unit is after me to find a topic and wax philsophically on the subject and discuss the topic in length. (Men, they just don't understand. Maybe they do. Whatever).
I would like that. Just right now, too many objects are swimming in my ADD brain. I will reflect on this and probably come up with a suitable post.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Drs. and Boobs
I have a Doctor’s visit story inspired by Lexophile’s contest for the StarBucksaholic traveling thong. Go check out her site.
GUY ALERT: FEMALE STORY!!!!!!
Actually my doctor’s visit story is about several visits.
I decide that its time for the yearly boob squeeze appointment.
I set it up and the standard Arctic cold equipment has been newly frozen for me. I get into the position and have one, and then the other of the boobs squished in several different ways. I wait for the initial results and lo and behold they want to offer new ways to torture a boob. A suspicious spot was found in one breast and they wanted to take a new picture.
I go back in and note that the equipment has been refrozen and now has an attachment. LOOK a castle with turrets, just for me. You want me to put my boob on that thing????? Yup, they did. I had to stand on tippy toes to impale the boob on the scary castle thingy and then proceed for new squishy stuff. Tippy toe squishy stuff is not fun.
The results come back. They want to do a biopsy.
I make the appointment. The very nice doctor enters the room and the breast consultant is there to hold my hand. That’s what breast consultants do, they hold your hand. I'm not really a hand holding, with a strange, unknown woman type of person; but, I guess the breast consultant needed reassurance.
A nurse assisted the doctor.
Think, this a very little room. Maybe there are two too many people in this room. Me and whoever else.
Doctor explains that he is going to insert a probe needle and when he finds the lump, I will hear a little click. That means he has collected a sample.
He then proceeds to look for said lump for the next two hours in what should have been a twenty minute procedure. He finally collects the sample.
The little click sounded more like a mouse trap being set off. I looked the doctor straight in the eye and said, “That was no click; that was a mouse trap.”
The doctor, "I never quite thought of it like that."
I got dressed again and they gave me an ice pack. An ice pack about the size of a quarter. I laughed. That’s like using a grain of sand to build a mansion.
I went home and got out one of the kid’s lunch box Oreo cookie shaped freezer packs. I ended up using two of them.
I call it my two Oreo cookie boob job.
P.S. Everything was fine in the biopsy.
GUY ALERT: FEMALE STORY!!!!!!
Actually my doctor’s visit story is about several visits.
I decide that its time for the yearly boob squeeze appointment.
I set it up and the standard Arctic cold equipment has been newly frozen for me. I get into the position and have one, and then the other of the boobs squished in several different ways. I wait for the initial results and lo and behold they want to offer new ways to torture a boob. A suspicious spot was found in one breast and they wanted to take a new picture.
I go back in and note that the equipment has been refrozen and now has an attachment. LOOK a castle with turrets, just for me. You want me to put my boob on that thing????? Yup, they did. I had to stand on tippy toes to impale the boob on the scary castle thingy and then proceed for new squishy stuff. Tippy toe squishy stuff is not fun.
The results come back. They want to do a biopsy.
I make the appointment. The very nice doctor enters the room and the breast consultant is there to hold my hand. That’s what breast consultants do, they hold your hand. I'm not really a hand holding, with a strange, unknown woman type of person; but, I guess the breast consultant needed reassurance.
A nurse assisted the doctor.
Think, this a very little room. Maybe there are two too many people in this room. Me and whoever else.
Doctor explains that he is going to insert a probe needle and when he finds the lump, I will hear a little click. That means he has collected a sample.
He then proceeds to look for said lump for the next two hours in what should have been a twenty minute procedure. He finally collects the sample.
The little click sounded more like a mouse trap being set off. I looked the doctor straight in the eye and said, “That was no click; that was a mouse trap.”
The doctor, "I never quite thought of it like that."
I got dressed again and they gave me an ice pack. An ice pack about the size of a quarter. I laughed. That’s like using a grain of sand to build a mansion.
I went home and got out one of the kid’s lunch box Oreo cookie shaped freezer packs. I ended up using two of them.
I call it my two Oreo cookie boob job.
P.S. Everything was fine in the biopsy.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
WTF
Story Highlights:
- Berkeley, California, tells Marine recruiters they're "not welcome in our city."
- GOP lawmakers introduce bill to take $2 million in federal funds from city.
- Protester says recruiters attract youth "to go to Iraq to kill and be killed."
- Veteran blasts City Council, says Marines are "the best thing we have."
I do not necessarily agree or disagree with the decisions of our government but I STRONGLY support our troops.
No Marines welcome???? WTF?
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
I Was Tagged
Evil Chef Mom seems to think that I am interesting. Strange, weird, a little wacko for most people, but she thinks I'm interesting. I am honored. I am also really late in response to this Meme request. I have been really sick this past week but am now in recovery.
I will face this challanging endeavor with a renewed vigor. Always liked that word vigor. Pronounced as JFK would say it VIGA.
1. Link to your tagger and post these rules.
2. Share 5 random facts about yourself with pictures.
3. Tag 5 people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them).
4. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blogs.
1. I have really curly hair. This picture does no justice to my curls. I have a love/hate relationship with my hair. As a teenager all I wanted was to have long straight hair that was all the rage at the time. I slept on orange juice cans, I ironed it. I scotch taped the spit curls to my face every night so they wouldn't go all cork screw on me. (That made me so ravishing beautiful the next day with the scotch tape marks on the cheeks).
I straightened it once with the god awful stuff available at the time and it trashed the hair and a lot of it broke off.
My mom wouldn't let me grow it long as a kid saying that girls with curly hair must wear it short. I don't think she wanted to deal with it.
I now have below the shoulders long hair that I will probably cut short in an OCD, ADD moment of frustration.
2. I was in the military. I am in the front row second from the right. I wasn't very happy in the military because I mistakenly chose a very nontraditional career field. I was an aircraft mechanic. I liked being a mechanic but my coworkers did not like women as coworkers. Think 30 some years ago. Was not a pretty sight. Notice I did not share the year of my graduation.
But on reflection it was the best life choice I could have made. I was able to leave the small town I grew up in and see the world, got my college degree, and met the man I love. No small feat.
I will face this challanging endeavor with a renewed vigor. Always liked that word vigor. Pronounced as JFK would say it VIGA.
1. Link to your tagger and post these rules.
2. Share 5 random facts about yourself with pictures.
3. Tag 5 people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them).
4. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blogs.
1. I have really curly hair. This picture does no justice to my curls. I have a love/hate relationship with my hair. As a teenager all I wanted was to have long straight hair that was all the rage at the time. I slept on orange juice cans, I ironed it. I scotch taped the spit curls to my face every night so they wouldn't go all cork screw on me. (That made me so ravishing beautiful the next day with the scotch tape marks on the cheeks).I straightened it once with the god awful stuff available at the time and it trashed the hair and a lot of it broke off.
My mom wouldn't let me grow it long as a kid saying that girls with curly hair must wear it short. I don't think she wanted to deal with it.
I now have below the shoulders long hair that I will probably cut short in an OCD, ADD moment of frustration.
2. I was in the military. I am in the front row second from the right. I wasn't very happy in the military because I mistakenly chose a very nontraditional career field. I was an aircraft mechanic. I liked being a mechanic but my coworkers did not like women as coworkers. Think 30 some years ago. Was not a pretty sight. Notice I did not share the year of my graduation.But on reflection it was the best life choice I could have made. I was able to leave the small town I grew up in and see the world, got my college degree, and met the man I love. No small feat.
3. I love to garden. I grow all my plants from seed each year.
I start to salivate in December when all the new seed catalogs start to arrive. I get really frustrated with some of the seeds because they are so small, too small to handle. Last year I just dusted the soil with the small seeds and hoped. This technique worked and I will skip the frustration in later years.
This year is the first year in 17 years that I will not have a garden.
4. I have a Pinky finger that crooks if I push it back. (Reason I just, barely passed typing class all those years ago. We learned on manual machines and I don't have the strength to push the shift key).
I was born tongue tied (As was Son #1). Surgery cured us both. Now we don't stop talking.
I was also born without a tear duct in one eye. When I have a cold and blow my nose my eye bubbles in the Dr. created duct.
5. I will be changing the direction of this Blog and the sub title in my Masthead in the near future.
Spousal Unit accepted a new position in Germany and I will accompany him a couple of months after his departure.
Think a travel log, photography, and European cuisine. Either that or a "She who" guide of what not to do in a foreign country.
Please consider yourself tagged:
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Bride of Frankenstein
This is what I look and feel like. She's alive! I've been mostly sleeping for the past few days and I woke up this morning actually feeling much better and alive.
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