My favorite cousin came into town and I got to see him today. I probably haven't seen him in 10 years. And he's sober, and has been for a few years. This seriously made my week. I cried I was so happy to see him. I went out to the farm to see him and we rode around the property and caught up.
In other news, the endocrinologist has royally screwed up Forrest's insulin and blood sugars again. S/he is on their way to speak to me right now. There's a very high likelihood that I'm going to come completely unglued and I don't even care. I'm done with their bullshit.
Omg, again?! These people have actual medical degrees and aren't those creepy posers who pretend to be doctors and get hired without anyone checking their references, right?
My husband just came up and told me about the injury, saying it's the worst one he's ever seen. I told him not to tell me (knowing that he witnessed a lower leg/dangling break when we went to a MLS soccer game, right in front of our section), but he still told me. How horrible.
I put random craft supplies in the eggs I hid. DS's favorite surprise was a big roll of scotch tape. Kid is easy to please.
My brother broke his leg horrifically in a college football game that was nationally televised. One of the worst things ever bc people would describe to him what they saw, felt, etc and he was already squeamish prior to being hurt and it made it so much worse. He has never watched the footage and probably never will, he went from being a top ranked player heading to nfl to finishing his college career and playing scout team for a bad nfl team.
I keep reading posts about that leg break on FB and there is no way I am googling it. Poor guy.
Squirrelymom - I will be thinking of you guys and I pray for good test results.
My random is just I just made the best damn homemade yogurt EVER. Maybe even the best yogurt ever, period lol. My kids and I are going to get sick eating it, but ooooooh, so good!
My husband just brought me a crepe stuffed with coleslaw. Um, thanks?
LOL, maybe that was his pregnancy craving.
Haha. He didn't tell me what it was and he was all " this is the best invention evar!!", so I bit into it and I was like " um, is this coleslaw in a crepe?"
Post by discogranny on Mar 31, 2013 19:51:22 GMT -5
Rescue 911 should be mandatory watching for teens. I feel like it kept me from doing so much stupid crap
I just hosted 32 people for dinner. I feel like my legs are about to fall off. Everyone ate a lot and left happy, so it was still a good idea, the legs though, ouch.
Post by CheshireGrin on Mar 31, 2013 20:12:51 GMT -5
I loved Rescue 911 (no surprise there). But I remember one episode with a little kid running around with a toothbrush in his mouth and he fell and it basically impaled his soft palate and needed to be surgically removed. I think of that EVERY TIME I brush my teeth.
Also, I kind of want to see the footage of this horrific leg break (out of purely academic curiosity, of course). I did a quick Google, and can't find anything that actually shows anything other than a really far away shot of him falling down. Now I feel like a horrible person for wanting to see it. EDIT: Okay, yeah, I found it. It really is horrific.
So I have these new friends (friend dating) that I want to like for a variety of reasons, mostly that they're hispanic, and many of the stories, the comments and the style of the get togethers remind me of being at home in PR. Funny, since my formative years were spent in St. Maarten (which, incidentally, is why I'm in love that I have a friend here from HIGH SCHOOL (who the fuck from SXM comes to MN of all places) but seriously, the connection that we've forged while being here has been instant, and we see each other as often as we can, our husbands like each other, it's awesome.
But I digress.
I thought that I would form that with the PRicans. But the truth is, they're strange. I've tried to figure them out, and while most of the interactions that we have would seem like they're the kind that I'd enjoy, I really don't. DH really dislikes it (but goes to the g2gs because he knows how important it is for me to have hispanic friends, hell, if only to speak spanish), but clearly he's uncomfortable in this setting (and if you knew DH, you'd know that he's really rather friendly and can pretend (or for real) make enjoyable conversation with anyone.
So here I am, this week we saw them again, and I went with a fresh and open mind, and well, it was awkward and strange for a variety of reasons. And I'm sad that we don't get along, not because of them per se (they're lovely in their own right) but because I would have liked a link of who I am and my culture/heritage in them.
Then I realized I put extraordinary amount of pressure on people that don't give a fuck.
Which, well, it happens.
I do miss having people that speak Spanish. Back to the drawing board.
I'm oddly excited that they're youngish looking (my block is rather geriatric).
But I'm pissed that my dining room/kitchen windows now have to be monitored, mostly because I got absolutely used to walking around naked with full confidence that no one would see my ass.
Oh well.
I also fear that they think I'm staring at them when I'm, like, opening my refrigerator. Then I realize I really AM spying at them. IT'S A SICKNESS!