Blog Pourri: November 2007

S.O.S.

The SOS pad amazes me as much as it scares the shit outta me. Just how the hell does it work so well? I am too scared to read the ingredients (if there is such a thing) due to what nuclear types of chemicals that must me in those things. So I burnt a small bit of the spagetti sauce on the bottm of the pot. I scrub. I soak. I soak some more, adding soap. Then bleach. I wash again. Then *bing* I remember I have some SOS pads, and it cleans that sucker up in no time. That's scary.

Don't you think SOS Pad is a better name for that miraculously appearing panty liner you forgot you had in your purse but manage to find on that very day it is unexpectedly needed? Just a thought.

Another S.O.S. to any of you out there who may still read this dying blog of mine...

I need a vacuum. I need a kick-ass vacuum that makes all wayward dog hair clumps disappear. I am willing to take a small loan, against the mortgage is fneeded, please help. Our wonderful, loving, not so wonder dig Sydney defeats all definitions of shedding, and being a husky/collie mix, she prefers to molts. As in shed clumps of hair the size of a grown man's thumb. They are everywhere.

I last swept the floors around 3 PM. I took these pics a few moments ago around 8:30 PM. God help me.

Kitchen floor:

Living room rug:

Stairs:

Big-ass furball:

S.O.S.

what to do when the cable goes out...

Get yourself a satellite dish!!

Reception to such a contraption has been less than favourable by its host, Sydney, the "Not-so-Wonder-Dog". She cut her leg, wouldn't stop licking it, we tried the creams, home made bandages and she just kept licking it, making it worse.

So, a $73 trip to the vet, a $12 pet-head bucket and endless teasing from everyone, she is on the mend...but not too happy about it.

Did you really think?

Do you all really think that's how I look when I go to bed??? Really??? Come on peeps, it's much worse than that, and some of you out there know from experience. Dude, that was my Halloween get up. Really!

The boys were trolling the streets for my favourite peanut butter cups, and I was at home answering the door. Like that. I would open the door ever so slowly, turn the inside light on, squint a lot, and ask the poor little trick or treater(s),

"Hel-l-l-lo?" (in a creaky voice, like someone just crawling out of slumber) "Why did you wake me up? What's going on? So many people keep ringing my bell and waking me up. What? Huh? WHO are YOU?" and so on. The responses I got were varied.

- parents who knew me peeing their pants in laughter AT me, I would shut them up by handing them a Coronita. (This is also a reason why my house is one of the most popular on the street, they now start at our house AND end at our house. Gotta give treats to the grown-ups too!)

- kids who knew me also laughing, but more in disbelief that I would actually do that. Or perhaps in sympathy towards T & B that their mother would actually do that?

- younger kids we don't know who actually slowly started to step away cause (a) they felt bad for waking me up or (b) I scared the shit outta them.

It was just way too much fun!!! Plus, the biggest bonus, I was already in my jammies for the night, hurrah!

Still don't believe me? Well, here are some pics from Halloween that may help you decide:

Believe me now?

another daily

After I had the twins (May 2002) it was discovered at my annual check-up with my GP in June of 2003 that I had developed hypothyroidism. It's manageable, easily enough by taking one little pill a day, for the rest of my days. It was likely due to the pregnancy, but may have happened anyway. No biggie.

Then more recently it was determined, as Marla so gracefully put it, my uterus is an asshole. So, I am also now taking another daily pill for that. Not a forever pill, only about another "10 years is what you've got left" according to the doc, but then it could be replaced with one of those post-menopausal hormone replacement deals. Not ideal situation, but better than other options which include surgery.

Some of you may know, I also have rosacea. (please google it yourself, I couldn't decide which link to use) This started when I was in my 20's. It is also a forever condition, no cure, not all that manageable, need to use lots of useless creams, wear cover-up, foundation, whatever you wanna call it (and I HATE wearing make-up) so I don't freak people out. It is getting worse, in addition to the redness, the acne part of the deal is starting. At times when I have a reaction or a flare-up it can look like this:

So now the dermatologist has added, you guessed it, another daily pill to my regimen. AND he also prescribed more of the oh heavenly Diflucan cause the new meds may very well cause my persistent, annoying yeast condition to flare up. Again.

When I told my Dad I was getting old cause now I have to take 3 pills a day, he laughed in my face and replied, "I take 3 pills before breakfast!"

The WORST part of this new addition to my little growing pill family, is that I have to take it at bedtime on an empty stomach. NO eating 1-2 hours before taking it. Me...ME!!! He obviously doesn't know that the 10 PM bowl of trial mix, or peanut butter on soda crackers, or a big-ass bucket of popcorn is my fourth and most favourite meal of the day! I need to either have my snack earlier, or just delay my bedtime even later. OR, take advantage of it, stop eating after 8 PM and see if I actually lose a pound or two? And of course now it is 9:30 PM, I am HUNGRY, tired, and want to have my snack and go to bed. I guess I'll be going to bed LATE tonight.