EEE - Chicago: Observations, Opinions, and Mindless Drivel: July 2009

My Dear Abby Letters

Dear Abby-
I have a big problem.
My next door neighbor, Harold, walks down the street every morning to buy the newspaper from the box on the corner.
I have told Harold many MANY times that if he were to get a monthly subscription to the newspaper it would save him 23c a day and $1.02 on Sundays - that's an average of $10.42 a month!- AND it would be delivered right to his door every morning.
But Harold refuses to subscribe to the newspaper.
I think this is foolish and irresponsible.
How can I make Harold see the error of his ways?

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Dear Abby-
I am a basketball coach with a losing record. In fact, my team has not won a single game in four seasons.
Recently, we played a game against a much better team. I knew from the offset that we were horribly out-classed. I haven't gotten around to teaching my girls what a "basket" is yet or how to "dribble" or "pass" - I figure they can learn that later. Or maybe not.
Abby, this other team creamed us. They were well-organized, bright, athletic girls who had been taught how to play the game well.
After the first half we were down 59-0. My team did not back down. I thought that the other team might less us score a couple baskets out of pity or even purposely flub up their defense but they did not. In the end, we lost by 100 points. My girls did not score a single point.
Should I have the other coach fired for being mean? Otherwise, how will these girls ever learn how to be dependent on everyone but themselves for success or how to take handouts?
You'd think we were trying to prepare them to stand on their own or something.
Sheesh.

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Dear Abby-
I hope you can help me with a problem I've been having.
The problem involves my cousing "Betsy." Now, Betsy is a very sweet girl and I like her a lot, but she is EXHAUSTING.
She has been engaged for nearly six years now and every time she changes her mind about the caterer or the venue or the flowers or the groom, I am the first person she calls. And let me tell you, those phone calls ain't short.
The thought of actually attending her wedding brings me close to tears. I have tried many tactics to get out of this wedding. I insulted her mother, she forgave me; I insulted the groom, she found a new one; I enlisted in a 12-month research program at the South Pole, she postponed her wedding for a year.
Finally, I thought I'd found a way out of attending this wretched event. I got myself arrested and thrown in jail.
You'd think this would be fool-proof right? A sort of "Don't Get Out Of Jail Free" Card.
But no.
I found out this morning that she's been in talks with the Prosecuter to get me released on a three-day pass, under her supervision, so that I can attend all of the wedding events.
Help! I don't know what else to do!

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Dear Abby,
I have noticed a trend among men to show off their buff, studly biceps. In the summer, short-sleeved shirts are common and some even take their shirts off completely when at the beach or while exercizing.
This is unfair to women. It's just plain sexually arousing to some of us. This can make us extremely uncomfortable.
Personally, when I see a pair of naked, manly arms, I get all gooey and girly and I do NOT like it! I am a mature, rational woman, by god, but there's just something about a nicely formed bicep... Mmmmm......
Dammit, Abby! Why can't men cover up their manly bits so that we women don't get hot and bothered??? I think men should start wearing burqas. What's the best way to make this happen?

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Dear Abby,
I have a serious problem. I am a shopoholic. It's compulsive. I see things in the store and I just HAVE to buy them. It doesn't even matter what they are: shoes, food, cordless drills, outboard motors (I don't even own a boat! Though I suppose that's only because I've never been to a boat store before!)
A few months ago, I left the house to run to the supermarket and there was such a great sale that I just couldn't bear to leave. Normally, when I get into one of my shopping "trips" the store will eventually close and I'll go home. But Abby! The supermarket is open 24 hours a day!
I found that they had everything I need there: food, drink, reading materials, a public restroom for... eh hem... and a kicking 80s music soundtrack! For the past 12 weeks I have just been filling up my cart and then, when it gets full, I put everything back and start all over again. It's been heaven!
I just found out that the store will be closed from midnight to 6am tomorrow for their semi-annual inventory.
This means I'll have to go home. I called my husband to let him know I'll be back soon and to see if he needs me to pick up a rump roast or some milk.
Abby, he was furious with me!
Should I have suggested a rotisserie chicken instead?

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Dear Abby,
I'm single and I don't know why.
Here is a list of my requirements in a potential mate:
1. He must be rich. And I don't mean "I own my own house and drive a decent car" rich. I mean "I own my own mulit-billion dollar corporation and have a fleet of private jets at my disposal" rich.
2. He must be hot. I want a face like Brad Pitt on a body with "300" abs.
3. If he is currently married (with or without spawn) he must have an iron-clad Pre-nup so that his future Ex won't get all the goods.
4. He must not have any pesky older relatives that he has to care for in old age unless they are safely tucked away in a home for the old and annoying and kept in a perpetual coma via an IV drip.
5. If he has any children (God forbid!) he must immediately fake a paternity test (if necessary) to prove that he is NOT the father so that he is no longer responsible for them and then he must cut them out of his life for good and sign any trust funds over to me.
6. He must drive either a Bentley or a Rolls. I suppose a Mercedes might do in a pinch, but only if it's a really big one that dumps a monkey ton of greenhouse gases into the environment and gets less than 2 mpg.
7. He must have in his employ no fewer than six hot male lackeys whom I can extort into pleasuring me sexually and then have fired.
8. He must have at least eight homes on six continents as well as a yacht or two.
9. If he has any addictions, they must be to cool drugs like vicadin or coke and nothing "ghetto" like meth or crack.
10. He has to have a sense of humor.
I have yet to find a man who fits my criteria. Am I looking in the wrong places or does the perfect man really NOT exist????

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Dear Abby,
I have fantastic breasts. Seriously. They're fabulous. Not too big, not too small, round, lush, firm. They're perfect.
My problem is that men are constantly staring at them. I mean ALL the time. I can't remember the last time a man looked me in the eye.(Aside from my cousin Steve - who btw is the BEST SHOPPING PARTNER EVER!!!!)
My sister says that it's my own fault for dressing the way I do, but I think this is a cop out.
Just because I wear t-shirts that are three sizes too small with words emblazed across the front like "Lookie HERE!" and "Yep! They're REAL!" does not give men (and some women?!?!) the right to ogle me.
Does it??

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Dear Abby,
Two months ago I read this wonderful book called "Treat Your Husband Like a Hound and Gain a Loyal Slobbering Slave for Life."
It worked great!
For every good thing he did, I'd give him a treat (usually a strip of bacon or a chunk of cheese but sometimes a little nookie if he was a VERY good boy)
And when he was bad, I'd swat him on the nose with a rolled up newspaper or squirt water in his face.
Everything was great for the first six weeks or so, but now things have started to change and not for the better.
Last week he tracked mud all over the house and before that, he piddled twice on my great grandmother Enid's heirloom rug!
I suppose I could live with these things, but yesterday I found out he knocked up the betch down the street!
Should I have him neutered?

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Dear Abby,
Recently I went to a family gathering and my 7yo grand-nephew, my niece's child, said to me: "You have grey hair!"
Abby, I have never been so offended in my life. What right did this little punk have to tell me that my hair is grey? It's "carolina blue" thank you very much, and cost me a pretty penny, too!
My response to this officious little brat was: "Yeah? Well you're ugly and no one loves you!"
My niece is very angry with me. I told her that she is a horrible parent and will burn in hell.
How long should I wait for her to apologize before I write her out of my will?

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Dear Abby,
I am a smoking hot, uber-smart, super-cool chick. In essence: the PERFECT woman.
I think my boyfriend might be stepping out on me.
Rather than actually speaking to him about my concerns, I've decided to snoop around online to see what sort of trouble he might be getting into.
My problem is that, while I'm uber-smart as I mentioned before, I still have six weeks left until I defend my dissertation and become a fully qualified nnD (Doctor of Nauseating Narcissism)
Should I wait to perform my investigation until after I've received my nnD, or can I ask my 11yo niece to do the Google search for me???

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Dear Abby,
Our family is quite poor and in order for our 18 beautiful children (#19 is on the way and I'm THRILLED!) to attend the local charity school, I must pull them 7 miles uphill along a dirt trail in a rusty old cart on my way into town for my daily 16-hour shift at the lumbermill.
My husband, who has been out of work for the past 27 years due to a pathological fear of telephones, recently won $500 million in the local lottery. (He's SO LUCKY! The only thing I ever won was a ritual stoning!)
As a gift to me, he presented me with brand-new padded seats for the pull cart. I'm speechless with gratitude! (Also I lost my voice six years ago after an untreated throat infection when our insurance ran out)
My problem is that my husband has taken my silence to be dissatisfaction with his generous and thoughtful gift. He is threatening to leave me. How do I convince him that he's the best thing that ever happened to me???

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Dear Abby,
I have a friend, we'll call her "Amy" who likes to dispense advice. Very frequently, her advice completely misses the mark.
When this is pointed out to her, Amy turns around and tells her critics that they are "misunderstanding" her response.She outright refuses to acknowledge when she is in the wrong.
How can we make her see that stubbornly holding to her guns when she is wrong does nothing for her credibility?

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Dear Abby,
Help!!! I agreed to stand up in my e-friends Angelique & Polarity's wedding AND to help plan it. But I think in my excitement I jumped the gun.
I forgot that I have a sex-change op scheduled a month prior to the wedding.
What should I do? Should I tell them the truth or lie and invent a sick relative in the Old Country??? I worry that my reassignment will throw off their boy-girl ratio and they'll never forgive me.

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Dear Abby,
I am engaged to marry a wonderful man who cares for me deeply, values my opinion, and is fantastic in the sack.
However, he has one infuriating habit that I fear will be the end of us: He replaces the toilet paper roll so that the loose end dangles UNDER the roll despite the fact that I have nagged him repeatedly that the paper should be hung so that the loose end hands OVER the roll!
He refuses to hang the roll properly.
I am considering breaking things off with him. What do you think?

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Dear Abby,
I am in love with a complete c*ckscab. "Dick" and I have been together for eight years and he has never once had a kind word for me. He treats me like a genital lice infestion and openly scorns my opinions, concerns, and wishes. He calls me names and has continually lied to me since the beginning of our relationship. Any money I make goes straight into Dick's bank account and I must beg him for bus fare every morning. Since we've been together he has fathered three children by three different women. One of them was his wife! (He has since divorced her but he has never mentioned marrying me)
My problem is that my family and friends refuse to accept Dick in my life. They tell me that unless I kick Dick to the curb, they can have nothing more to do with me.
Abby, I love Dick with all my heart. How can my family be so thoughtless and cruel as to ask me to give him up? How can I tell them that their actions hurt me?

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Dear Abby,
I am blind as a bat. I can't see four inches in front of my face without my glasses.I refuse to wear my glasses in public. I frequently bump into things and go through the wrong doors. Last week I used the men's restroom at the Brown Derby by mistake and didn't notice until I tripped over the urinal.I can't read a menu on my own and I'm never sure what I'm eating. And don't even get me started with how hard it is to drive! I hit something the other day - I'm fairly sure it was a Yeti - and now there's an unsightly dent in the front fender of my Town Car.Worst of all, I accidently purchased the wrong tint of hair color the other day and now instead of my usual Tiffany Blue, my hair is Periwinkle. It looks so tacky!My real problem is my friend Hazel. Last week, I was at a party at her home and mistakenly made out with her husband Herb in the pantry. Abby, I THOUGHT I was making out with my boyfriend Walter. Now Hazel refuses to talk to me.How can I convince her that this was just a silly misunderstanding that could have been avoided if Herb would stop wearing the same color shirt as Walter?

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Dear Abby,
I have a serious problem. I have been married to a wonderful man, we'll call him "Harvey" for twelve years. He's rich, handsome, great in the sack and loves to do housework. My problem is that "Harvey" is imaginary. We talked about
this a lot early in our relationship and decided that we would not letter other people's hangups and opinions affect our feelings for one another.
But lately, the strain has been wearing on me. My family and friends refuse to acknowledge "Harvey" when I bring him to events. They scorn me openly and keep trying to schedule counselling sessions for me.
What should I do?

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Dear Abby,
I can't get anyone to take me seriously.
I come from a very wealthy family and have always been pampered and adored.
My troubles began several years ago when a video of my then-boyfriend and I in a compromising and sweaty situation got leaked onto the internet. From there it just went downhill. My BFF and I were on a reality TV show and we tried our best to live like "normal" people, but it's HARD!!!
I've partied hard for years, but recently I've started to have trouble with the law. I got several DUIs (I routinely drive drunk and don't see what the big deal is!) and the paparazzi managed to get several pictures of my hoo-hah when I
was out partying commando-style.
I really don't understand why people won't take me seriously. Is there anything I can do to improve my rep?
Sincerely Paris H., Los Angeles CA

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Dear Abby,
None of my friends will come to my home for dinner any more. I don't understand why. I always go out of my way to prepare tasty, healthy meals, though because of my budget these meals often include ingredients that are slightly past their
recommended sell-by dates. I've always been told that these dates are merely suggestions and my guests almost never get *seriously* ill.
The last time I had a dinner party, one of my friends pulled me aside and complained that she had found several cat hairs in the salad. Abby, I have 37 cats. Surely a little cat hair is to be expected.
Another friend complained that there was nowhere to sit because every available surface was covered in stacks of newspapers. All my friends KNOW that I cannot
bear to throw newspapers away (they might be valuable someday!) and they know that my home is fairly small. Now that the bedroom, bathroom, and livingroom are full, I HAVE to start storing my newspapers in the diningroom.
Should I start looking for friends who are not so snobby and rude or try to reform the friends I have?

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Dear Abby,
My baby-daddy keep asking me for a paternity test. I don't know why he think these kids ain't his. Yeah, I had me some boyfriends over the years and I ain't always so careful about condoms (dam, they expensive!) but what right he got to
be saying these kids ain't his? He got blond hair and blue eyes and he thinks that means something. Our oldest got brown hair and brown eyes and the middle one was born two years into his last stretch at Joliet and the youngest look a
lot like my sister's ex-husband. Ain't mean these ain't his kids.
How can I make him stop buggin me 'bout this?

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Dear Abby,
I hope you can help me. My left sock is a quitter. The elastic is completely shot. I keep pulling it up but it keeps falling back down. It is very annoying.
My problem is that my right sock is perfectly fine. The elastic is nice and tight, there are no holes. It is a perfect sock.
What should I do? Do I throw away both socks because of the failure of one? Or do I suck it up and try to go the distance?

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Dear Abby,
I think my girlfriend is still involved with her Ex. She has him listed as #1 on the 5-Favs of her cell phone (I do not make the cut) and will spend hours talking to him in hushed tones each night.
I have been trying to get her to go away with me for a long weekend for months but she is always too busy. The other day I found out she booked the two of them on a week-long, couples-only cruise to the Carribean.
She says that she loves me and wants to be with me but last night I stopped by her place unexpectedly and she was
in bed with her Ex. They were both naked and sweaty. She told me that she had had a nightmare and he came over to comfort her and that all they'd done was cuddle.
Should I believe her?

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Dear Abby,
My husband and I are financially irresponsible. Recently, we realized that we would be able to manage our finances better if we did not have the burden of utilities, food, and mortgage so we asked my sister if we could mooch off of her.
She said no! I was shocked and distraught by this betrayal and have turned into a raging slut and adulterer as a result.
I don't know if I can or should ever forgive my sister. How can I make her see how much damage she has done to our family?

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Dear Abby,
I am having a true test of conscience. On my way to work last week, I accidentally stepped on an ant on the sidewalk.
I realized immediately what I had done, but instead of stopping to offer aid to the ant, I rushed away. I am now swamped with guilt. I just keep thinking about that poor ant and his poor family. Who will feed his children? Who will help build the ant hill in the spring? Who will invade my neighbor's peony bush?
I am feeling true remorse but I don't know what to do to make proper reparations. Some days it is all I can do to get out of bed. Please help me.

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Dear Abby,
I am deathly afraid of paperclips. There is a job opening at my company that pays nearly twice as much as I am currently being paid. Unfortunately, the job title for this position is "Paperclip Gatherer/Sorter" and it would require me
to be in close proximity with paperclips all day, every day.
I feel that my company discriminates against people with Paperclip-phobia and have filed a grievence with my union. I feel that they should allow me to continue working at my current job but pay me the same that they would pay the
Paperclip Gatherer/Sorter.
The union has refused to move forward with my grievence. What should I do?

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Dear Abby,
I have been with my current boyfriend for nearly a year now and everything is great except that he says he can't stand me.
I ran into him a the grocery store a couple weeks ago, after waiting in the parking lot for an hour, and he dove to hide behind a display of Spaghetti-Os when he saw me. He doesn't answer my calls and even changed his cell phone number.
Things came to a head when he moved out of his apartment without telling me first. It took me a month, two Private I's, and $300 to track him down again - TWO STATES AWAY!!!!!!
Now he's threatening to get a restraining order against me. I invited him to my step-brother's wedding next weekend but haven't gotten an answer yet. Should I just assume he's coming?

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Dear Abby,
My wife claims that I never finish what I start. This is patently untrue. Sure, I've got a few unfinished projects around the house and I never completed college (2 credits left) but there has always been a good reason...

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Dear Abby,
My boss is complaining that I don't complete enough work each day. He claims I "goof off" too much. I don't know what he wants from me. What with getting coffee and muffins, catching up on the latest gossip, lunch, and writing fake
letters to advice columnists online, there just isn't enough time in the day to finish all the "projects" he keeps giving me.
How do I tell him to get off my back?

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Dear Abby,
My coworker is a jerk.
Three times in the past month one of the elevators has been out of order. The last time it happened, I filled out a help-desk request and gave it to Gary, the IT guy, who happens to sit right next to me. I explained to Gary that when only
2 of the 3 elevators are running, they cars become crowded and slow and I asked him to please fix them immediately.
Gary got angry with me, telling me that the elevators were not part of his "job." Abby, when I first started at our company, I was told to take any "equipment issues" to Gary. Surely the elevators count as equipment?!
I have had trouble with Gary in the past, like when the lunchroom ran out of coffee filters and the bathroom sink clogged. Both times he refused to do anything to fix these situations.
I don't know if I can continue to work with such a lazy, irresponsible scofflaw.
Should I try to get Gary fired?

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Dear Abby,
I got a credit card application in the mail. It offered me an unlimited credit limit and a LOW-LOW-LOW "introductory rate."
I was trilled! Finally I was able to do all the things I'd wanted to do but could not afford on my minium-wage salary. I bought myself a new car, bought all new furniture, took a couple of cruises, and had my boobs done.
My problem is that now this credit card company is expecting me to pay them back?! I did not ask for this card, they just sent it to me. It shouldn't be my fault that I used it and I do not think I should have to pay it back.
The collection agency they hired to put a lein on my house and garnish my wages says differently.
Which of us is right?

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Dear Abby,
I recently discovered that my arch-nemesis is actually my father. I have been fighting this man for years and last time we met, he even cut off my hand.
He is a truly horrible person, if "person" is the right word. He was severely burned many years ago and has to walk around in a big black suit that operates as a portable iron-lung. My mentor once even said "He's more machine now than man."
He is arguably the second-most powerful man in the entire galaxy and I'm wondering what I'm entitled to. Should I sue him for back support? My mother died long ago and I was raised by an uncle who treated me more like an indentured servant than a nephew. I feel that I'm owed something for all the years my father was too busy terrorizing the universe to spare time to raise his son.
Also he wears a cape. I'd like to tell him that capes are both dangerous and pretentious but he killed the last man who disagreed with him. What should I do?

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Dear Abby,
Recently I purchased a compass from a normally reputable store. I got it home, took it out of its packaging and discovered that it was broken.
The arrow always points North. No matter which way which way I turn, it still points North. I tried turning it upside down, I even tried whipping it around very fast but the arrow still continues to point North!?!
I tried to return it to the store, but the replacement compass they gave me does the EXACT SAME THING!!! I even tried another (more expensive) model and still the thing insists on pointing North.
Every time I come into the store to complain, the clerk looks at me like I'm stupid. They've offered to refund my money but I don't want my money back. I want a working compass.
What should I do?

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Dear Abby,
I am always late. Whether it be work, church, or social engagements, I simply cannot arrive at my destination on time.
My boss tells me that I need to manage my time better, but I disagree. You see, it is never my fault that I am late. Sometimes the bus is late or gets stuck in traffic, sometimes I need to stop for coffee and a bagel, sometimes I just can't get my hair to curl just right and I have to wash it all over again.
My friends have stopped inviting me out, which is totally unfair. For a while they "tricked" me by lying about our meeting time, but I quickly caught on.
How can I convince them to be more patient?
Oops, gotta run, Abby, I was supposed to pick up my father for my mother's funeral half an hour ago!

Friday, July 31, 2009

Good News; Bad News

So I'm beginning to believe that I am unlucky to those around me.

Worse: for every bit of good news that I receive, someone dear to me seems to receive bad news.

And it happened again today. In the worst possible way.

Good News:
My father had his surgery today. It went well and he is completely fine. As they were removing the bladder stone, they examined his bladder for any signs of recurance of the pre-cancerous tumors. Nothing.

Yea!

Bad News:
My very dear friend Angelique had to rush home from her trip abroad due to the unexpected death of a friend. As if this were not bad enough, she and her husband received news that his mother had also died.

I do not have any details but I know this: Angelique has been a very dear and supportive friend to me and my heart aches to know that she and her husband are going through this.

I'm not much for prayers, and I never know exactly the "right" thing to say in these situations. But Angelique and her family are in my thoughts and I can only send them my deepest sympathies and all my love during this difficult time.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Not so much

Hehehe...

I had a funny conversation yesterday with my friend Sam in Denver. We were talking about dating - I told her a couple months ago about B and she was excited because he's definitely HER type of guy more so than mine - on the surface anyway - and I can generally say that she is nearly every guy's "type" : tall, tiny waist, stacked, and a natural redhead, and FUN!

EEE: So I'm still seeing that guy B I told you about
Sam: Yea! I'm so happy for you and so jealous!
EEE: Yeah, I'm pretty happy for me, too!
Sam: So are you a thrash metal fan yet?
EEE: Um... Let me check. "SLAYER!!!!!" *pause* Nope.

But I'm trying. B played some Slayer for me on his Zen and then he put in a Slayer video. The bald guy with the head tats is pretty hot, and I kind of liked one song, but I really don't see a life of Slayer Super Fandom in my future.

God. Am I really falling for a Slayer fan?????

Yes. Yes I am.

:D

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Gut Check

My dad his having surgery in a couple weeks.

On his bladder.

*GULP*

He aggravates the hell out of me sometimes. Seriously, he would try the patience of a saint.

Last night is a good example: he called me with one of his patented "Help me walk through something simple* on the computer" calls.

*Note: "simple" is a bit of a misnomer. There's no such thing as "simple" when my dad is involved. He has an extrodinary talent to make things more difficult than they need to be. (a talent that I have inherited on an exponential scale)

After a few frustrated minutes of trying to explain to my dad how to log onto his gmail accout from my uncle's home - minutes which had me close to pulling my hair out - I demanded that he put my mom on the phone.

Despite having to deal with the fact that she isn't wearing her hearing aid (again) I got them logged in pretty quickly.

So.... I found out today that he's going in for surgery in a couple weeks. Of course, neither he nor my mother told me this. I found out from my sister, who herself found out when she was at their house today to feed the world's fattest cutest kittycat (this cat has bunny fur - she's adorable)

Anyway, my parents keep a calendar on the island in their kitchen (their social lives make me look like an 80yo shut in) and Jo noticed that there was a notation on the 31st "Dad - SURGERY - No food for 24hrs"

*GULP*

So, from my mom I found that the surgery is on his bladder.

*DOUBLE GULP*

It's been over a year since that dreaded word entered my life:

CHEMO.

He got an all clear six months ago and apparently. But he was going in for yet another checkup on his bladder last week when they found a bladder stone.

I've never heard of bladder stones. Dad and Jo both get kidney stones (Jo's actually been put on a low oxilate diet by her doctor b/c she gets them so often) and my mom and brother have had gall stones. But I've never heard of bladder stones.

Apparently, his doctor does not think the stone is at all related to cancer (*GULP*) and it isn't giving him any painful symptoms, but because of the shape of the stone (it's L shaped) the doctor doesn't think my dad would want to try to pass it - OW! So they're going to pulverize it or whatever.

So the surgery (*GULP*) is really no big deal, but we'll always be a bit sensitive to anything related to Dad's bladder.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

New Obsession

I have a new obsession.

Luckily it's a relatively healthy one.

Sharon and I have been completely stumped by my recent, on-going diet plateau. And I have been very annoyed and frustrated. I've been doing a pretty good job of following the rules: being active and eating healthy (blech!) but I'm just maintaining. We've even tried mixing up my workouts (more Zone 2 stuff for a couple weeks, more Zone 3 stuff when that didn't work)

I'm ready to pull my hair out (though, since my hair doesn't weigh 40 lbs like Angelique's that won't do me much good!)

I mean, what happens if I DON'T workout 5x per week and eat 5 million grams of fiber a day????

So this week I started keeping a detailed and complete food diary. Boooooring! Right? Well, it's been OK. And kind of illuminating.

I'm using dailyplate.com which is part of Lance Armstrong's LiveStrong site. I'm not a huge fan of the Lance (sorry Garth) but the dailyplate is free and pretty easy to use.

The thing I'm noticing most is that it keeps me honest about what I'm eating. Yes, I can choose to eat a second 100 cal Skinny Cow Fudge Bar - but I have to also log that into the site and watch my daily calorie % jump up.

We'll see if this has any lasting impact. I lost 1.5 pounds this week, but that may be sweat from the horrible heat last night (I'm refusing to turn my AC on unless the temp hits 90°)

Anyway, the week is winding down. Wishing everyone a happy day!

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Smile, Dammit!

I’m forcing myself to be in a good mood today.

I have no real reason to be in a bad mood but I’ve been feeling a little “meh” the past couple days.

Things are generally good and I just need to concentrate on the things in the “Pro” column and ignore the “Con”

Pro:
Everyone I love is healthy
I have a good job that pays my bills
The revisions on my novel (while slow) are going well
I have dear and supportive friends who love me
There’s a guy I like who seems to like me back

But it’s sooooo easy to dwell on the bad stuff

But I’m not going to.

La La La!

Luckily, I’m one of those people who can improve her mood by forcing myself to smile. I don’t know the actual statistic, but something like 50% of people can actually elevate their mood by smiling, even when they don’t want to. Some sort of muscular placebo or something. I don’t know or care how it works, I just know that it does.

So I’m making a point of smiling today. I’m doing it right now. The people around me on the train probably think I’m a little nuts. Hehehe… They’re not wrong.

Anyway, I hope everyone finds a reason to smile today, even if you have to make it up!

:D

Monday, July 6, 2009

A Case of the Mondays

I always chuckled over this quote from Office Space:

Peter: When you come in on Monday and you're not feeling real well, does anyone ever say to you, "Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays"?
Lawrence: No. No, man. Shit. No man! You'd get your ass kicked sayin' something like that, man.

Now, I’ve never had a case of the Mondays. In general, I honestly like Mondays. It helps that I like my job a lot, but the real reason, as I’ve mentioned before, is that there’s a purity to Mondays that the rest of the week lacks. It’s full of potential and opportunity. Anything can happen.

But I’m not especially feeling it today. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still better than Friday (aka: the loooooooongest day of the week!)

But I’m Ron this week. I’ve actually been Ron since Wednesday last week. I’m not normally called upon to play the boss more than a day or two at a stretch, but he has decided to take a well-earned vacation and won’t be back until next Monday.

Things have been mostly quiet so I’m hoping that the bizarre personnel issues that inevitably crop up when he is off won’t happen this week, but I’m not overly optimistic.

There is one bright spot to my week, though. B generally doesn’t work Fridays anyway, so his employer declared today their holiday. Which means he won’t be working until freaking 8pm tonight and we can meet for dinner tonight.

:D

Anyway. Here’s hoping for a great Monday to you all and great week!

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