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I know I overuse them, and they are not very literary, but it’s a list day. Ahem… off we go:
- I paid my first month mortgage today and had a series of small heart attacks. Do I really have to pay that much every month?
- Ella had a booger in her nose the other day and I told her to go to bathroom, put it in a piece of toilet paper and flush it. Pretty straight forward right? She ran in the bathroom and was back really quick. I asked her if she still had her booger and she said no.
“Did you flush it?”
“No… I ate it.”
Wha…? “Ella! Don’t eat boogers!”
”BUT I LIKE BOOGERS!!”
Matt admitted he has eaten some boogers in his childhood also. It must be a hereditary gene that is instinctual. Anyways, I explained to her boogers are like nose poop. (Just kidding, I didn’t say it to her like that, but it’s a pretty funny sentence!)
- Well, I had another bullet point left but I lost it after that story. But at least that last one was a doozie!
I’m glad to announce that the Imperio Curse has been lifted. I finished Harry Potter last night and I am no longer under its control. Good grief, I love Harry Potter. Heather, you should be expecting an email about my experience sometime here in the next couple days. :)
Oh buddy. I have the Harry Potter fever so bad! I watched the movie on Saturday and I have started the last book. I should have scheduled a day off and bought a hammock to finish the book! I maybe even should have bought a wizard hat… okay, I went too far…
I have a hard time sitting down and writing a blog when I don’t come with something in mind. I didn’t come with something in mind today.
I will admit that it is one of those days where I am completely sick of being a diabetic. I want a day off. I think it has become harder the last couple years to ignore its impact on me. I’m not falling apart but I often do feel its toll. I really don’t want to become a diabetic horror story. Horror stories are the first thing people want to tell me about when they hear I’m a diabetic, “Oh yeah? You’re a diabetic? My grandma was and her kidneys quit working and she had her leg amputated…” Awesome, thank you for that.
WHICH reminds me of something else! Whenever I tell people I work at a domestic abuse shelter, I normally get this weird response of sympathetic awkwardness and they change to subject. Isn’t that weird!?!? It’s like I just told them I abort babies for a living. Not to go into the whole societal response to domestic abuse but it’s just an observation.
Lastly, speaking of the shelter, we have lots of cameras around here, and I wonder how many times the advocates have had to see me pick my butt as I walk around the halls ‘alone’. I half-worry that they have a running tally of my butt picks. Let’s hope I’m just paranoid. But it’s Friday and TGIF baby!
I just got off the phone with that mother of mine. She is on her way up to see me. I’m excited. The thing about my mom is: she gets things done. She’s what you call a go-getter. Unlike me who is known to only put away the groceries that will get bad if I don’t put them away or fold the laundry, sort the laundry and then never put them away. I figure we will have a second story put on the house by the time she leaves.
The new movie coming Chuck and Larry looks absolutely positively offensive. I’m not normally a ’stick up my butt’ liberal but where is the outrage on this movie? Have I just missed it? In one scene I saw in the previews, they are about to get married and Kevin James leans over to kiss Adam Sandler. I guess that Adam Sandler’s character is SOOOO straight that he punches the other guy. His hetero body had such a bad reaction to a man trying to kiss him that it cause him to turn violent. It looks really disgusting to me. I’ll get off my soapbox, I really don’t like to use my blog as one but I think that movie looks reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally bad.
If you notice to your right that I have an addition to my blogroll, to even out the staleness of Nathan’s movie blog. I figure even if the dude never updates it, it’s just too bitchy of me to delete it. Sorry for my haste. One of my favorite sister-in-laws IN THE WORLD! has offered up her online photo album for the people to view. I think it’s super exciting because she lives on the East coast (instead of my basement like she used too… sniff) and I never know what the heck is going on with her! So check it out, I think I will call it a PHlog, since it’s a photographic log.
What did I do this weekend? Glad you asked. On Friday afternoon, Ella and me stopped by the grocery store to pick up some dinner for the evening. Right next to the grocery store is a hair ’salon’. I’m not even sure they should call it a salon. Maybe a hair depot, or hair shack or hair hut. I got a ten dollar haircut from the most ghetto pregnant white girl in the world! She was so pregnant she said that she was already dilating. I may have been the last hair cut before her maternity leave. It’s an okay haircut considering it took her five minutes and she didn’t even spray down my hair. One side is two inches shorter than the other though, and my face looks fat. But I’m not sure the second complaint is her fault.
Oh yeah! I almost forgot the most important part of the story. I come home after the haircut not realizing that it is as bad as it is, and strut across the yard so Matt could see how hot I look. Matt tells me stop, comes behind and starts messing with my hair. It seems my Hair Shack cut has exposed a mole on the back of my head. Best hair cut ever. Almost better than the time in college I went to a barber (not a hairdresser) and he gave me a little boy’s bowl cut. Even better than that time. Awesome, I’m HOT! Not only am I pinning up the really short side of hair, but I am constantly checking my big gross head mole too.
In the morning I need a cup of coffee. No not a coffee cup. No, not a large coffee from Starbucks. Like a Slurpee size coffee. 32 ounces of coffee. It’s sick I tell you. I have this mug I got when I was in the hospital after Ella’s birth. It used to have “101 Ways to Love a Child” on it until it rubbed off. I have thought about writing “1 Way to be Really Fucking Addicted to Coffee” on it but I haven’t… yet. Anyways, I didn’t make coffee before I left home today and just grabbed a cup of coffee at a coffee shop. I have had a headache all day. I finally figured out that it’s the lack of excessive stimulants I didn’t get this morning. Hmmm. Anyways. I blame Seattle.
I guess the new fangled thing in diabetes is insulin powder you inhale. For anyone that has ever smelled insulin or tasted it (don’t ask) you will know that insulin is the equivalent to how a hospital smells and tastes. Freaking Fracking GROSS! I think I will stick with the old fashion way of pushing it into my flesh with a needle. On a side note, I bought some of that hospital in a bottle yesterday at the Target Pharmacy and they gave me one of those automatic coupons for a free candy bar. WTF? Are they trying to get me buy more insulin? Sly dogs.
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