I hate all fucking lawyers and I hope they all get leprosy and their tongues and peckers fall off.
(I, of course, as a FORMER lawyer, and a pecker-less person, am exempt from that particular curse. I will also exempt the handfull of honest, ethical and genuinely caring lawyers out there. But the vast majority are scum deserving of torment.)
Sometimes art is a sanity saving device...
Monday, October 13, 2003
Panic City and Peas
Its been a bad week. Panic attacks galore. I have that waiting for disaster thing going. I am betting there is a major, nasty flashback in my immediate future. I am also in hellacious pain in my neck, shoulder and down my right arm. Which is nothing new, but its worse than usual. Probably because The Boy now exceeds my medically recommended limit for lifting... But I'm his mama, so I have to pick his heavy little butt up.
The only bright spots: First, I got a new (not really, it was on our old machine, but it works) keyboard hooked up. Second, The Boy eats peas. Greedily and happily. I have heard this is one of the hardest foods to introduce. But kidlet gobbled it down. Indeed, he liked it better than applesauce. I have a wierd kid. He also loves squash and sweet potato, but his big favorite is still banana. He's eating two full jars of food a day now. My little Hungry Man.
The only bright spots: First, I got a new (not really, it was on our old machine, but it works) keyboard hooked up. Second, The Boy eats peas. Greedily and happily. I have heard this is one of the hardest foods to introduce. But kidlet gobbled it down. Indeed, he liked it better than applesauce. I have a wierd kid. He also loves squash and sweet potato, but his big favorite is still banana. He's eating two full jars of food a day now. My little Hungry Man.
Friday, October 10, 2003
Entropy IS the Guiding Force in My Life
All hell is breaking loose on many fronts. Some of which I really can't write about, though I desperately need to.
We have had more stress here this week than most people could survive with any vestige of sanity intact. Not sure if we managed to...
My mom and dad came up Monday. On the walk here from the train station, my mom tripped over an uneven patch of sidewalk and split her lip open, bruised her face, hands and knees, and hit her teeth. She refused to go to the emergency room. My dad is afraid she will wind up with abcessed teeth...
He left way too soon, because he is wierd about being away from his dog, and because the triple hernia he insists on walking around with was excruciatingly painful. He bitches at my mom for not seeking medical treatment, while refusing to have simple surgery that would vastly improve his quality of life. That's my family for you!
I missed half his visit because my lawyer called and proceeded to make a scene, while refusing to acknowledge that I had company and could not talk. Same lawyer is the source of most of the stress Kev and I are under. Feh.
I made pesto from scratch on Monday nite for Mom, which was nice. Tuesday did thrift shop shopping with her. Wednesday, we took The Boy to the park (and the beach) for his first time ever. Which was fun except for the very persistent bees and yellow jackets. No stings, but major annoyance.
Hubbie informs me he is sick and can't watch kiddo so I can blog, so I gotta go now. More later...
We have had more stress here this week than most people could survive with any vestige of sanity intact. Not sure if we managed to...
My mom and dad came up Monday. On the walk here from the train station, my mom tripped over an uneven patch of sidewalk and split her lip open, bruised her face, hands and knees, and hit her teeth. She refused to go to the emergency room. My dad is afraid she will wind up with abcessed teeth...
He left way too soon, because he is wierd about being away from his dog, and because the triple hernia he insists on walking around with was excruciatingly painful. He bitches at my mom for not seeking medical treatment, while refusing to have simple surgery that would vastly improve his quality of life. That's my family for you!
I missed half his visit because my lawyer called and proceeded to make a scene, while refusing to acknowledge that I had company and could not talk. Same lawyer is the source of most of the stress Kev and I are under. Feh.
I made pesto from scratch on Monday nite for Mom, which was nice. Tuesday did thrift shop shopping with her. Wednesday, we took The Boy to the park (and the beach) for his first time ever. Which was fun except for the very persistent bees and yellow jackets. No stings, but major annoyance.
Hubbie informs me he is sick and can't watch kiddo so I can blog, so I gotta go now. More later...
Monday, October 06, 2003
Quick Update from Allergy Hell
My parents are coming today for a visit. Our house is, at its very best, messy. It had slid into excuse-me-is-this-the county-dump mode recently. So we had an archaeological dig this weekend and discovered the top of the coffee table. Of course, we promplty re-buried it...
We must have generated a dust cloud large enough to be seen from space, because all my evil allergies are out to get me. I am a sniffly mess.
Mikro decided to help matters further by attempting to bite off the boobs that feed him. So I am sore to boot. And the house still doesn't look like anything a sane woman would allow her mother to see. (So what am I worried about? We all know I'm nuts...)
I guess I can always hope my mom forgot her eye glasses...
Gotta go do the whirlwind bleach the kitchen countertops tour... Wish I could blare some classic 80s rock, but The Boy is sleeping, so I somehow have to convince my butt to move without the aid of music...
We must have generated a dust cloud large enough to be seen from space, because all my evil allergies are out to get me. I am a sniffly mess.
Mikro decided to help matters further by attempting to bite off the boobs that feed him. So I am sore to boot. And the house still doesn't look like anything a sane woman would allow her mother to see. (So what am I worried about? We all know I'm nuts...)
I guess I can always hope my mom forgot her eye glasses...
Gotta go do the whirlwind bleach the kitchen countertops tour... Wish I could blare some classic 80s rock, but The Boy is sleeping, so I somehow have to convince my butt to move without the aid of music...
Thursday, October 02, 2003
Is that why I'm Crabby?
The word Chele is Latin for the claw of a crab. So sayeth a google search. Is that why I'm crabby?
Chele is apparently also a village in the Himalayas.
The term chele is used in Nicaraguan slang to denote Europeans (in opposition to the North American-indicating gringo), and approximates to "foreigner".
And, of course, Ix Chel was the mayan goddess of the moon, childbirth, healing, art, creativity and weaving.
Can you tell I'm in avoidance mode???
Time to go feed The Boy, who has moved on to sweetpotatos now. (Very messy, staining, and stinky when viewed the second time around, if ya know what I mean...)
Chele is apparently also a village in the Himalayas.
The term chele is used in Nicaraguan slang to denote Europeans (in opposition to the North American-indicating gringo), and approximates to "foreigner".
And, of course, Ix Chel was the mayan goddess of the moon, childbirth, healing, art, creativity and weaving.
Can you tell I'm in avoidance mode???
Time to go feed The Boy, who has moved on to sweetpotatos now. (Very messy, staining, and stinky when viewed the second time around, if ya know what I mean...)
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