Ever have one of those days that you wish you could just hit a button and start over?
This morning was one of those days. Any routine I have, or pretend to, went to heck in a handbasket.
1. A phone call at 3:48 am from my FIL to ask for assistance from the Mister - my MIL has fallen and he needs help in getting her up.
2. The dog messed on my living room carpet, after my mother took her out not much earlier in the morning. Need more time to clean this mess up. Don't have it. Lay paper towels over the spots I'll need to clean tonight.
3. I've been enjoying the warm weather, but neglecting to wear my support stockings, and my legs are showing and feeling the neglect. Got them on today, as the weather is cooler. I still don't have to like them.
4. Misplaced my cell phone in the house. Called it, and Snark-Boy found it upstairs - but tried to answer it. Why? Yelled at him, and while he was passing the phone to me, managed to drop it on my shoeless foot, where it landed on my toes! More yelling ensues and boy, do my toes hurt!!
5. My stomach is messed up - maybe due to stress - and I'm having to make multiple trips to the restroom. You're welcome for the visual.
6. Got a dental appointment to have a cavity filled this morning. Never really pleasant.
How much longer til bedtime??
Monday, June 13, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Pet Peeve
This ONE thing people do when it rains drives me buggy. How hard can it be to remember to turn on your HEADlights when you turn on your wipers? NOT your parking lights, NOT your daytime running lights - your HEADLIGHTS. Not only is it a safe practice, it's Virginia law, and has been for many years now!
I'd love to see a police officer or even a State Trooper pull someone over and ticket them for this - maybe then they'd get the message, and even pass it on to their co-workers, family and friends! Or, conversely, Virginia could bite the bullet and pay to mail informational notices to drivers when they send them their license renewals.
I'd love to see a police officer or even a State Trooper pull someone over and ticket them for this - maybe then they'd get the message, and even pass it on to their co-workers, family and friends! Or, conversely, Virginia could bite the bullet and pay to mail informational notices to drivers when they send them their license renewals.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Could Be Trouble
Snark-Girl somehow managed to smack the back of her right hand on Friday, either at school or later that evening. Doesn't know against what, or even remember doing it. However, by Sunday, she'd developed a swollen, bruised area around the two center knuckles of her hand that was larger than a 50-cent piece - more like a small silver-dollar pancake.
Several people have commented on it, and it was becoming tender to the touch, as well as the alarming colors the bruise was revealing. Cue last night, when she asks me if I can call the doctors office in the morning, and could she stay home from school to make the appointment? Um, nope. Head off to school - I'll call when the office opens!
8 am - call made; appointment scheduled for well after her school lets out. Now, do I drive her, meaning I have to leave work early, or get my mother, her grandmother, to step in? Fortunately, the appointment is late enough that it doesn't conflict with an appointment she's going to with/for my dad, and she'll handle it. Yay, I don't need to leave work early.
Later this afternoon - Snark-Girl has seen the doctor; she's being sent off for an x-ray. Now let me mention, she's right-handed, and we're coming into the end of the school year, with all the requisite exams and writing involved.
And I'm still waiting to hear what the doctor has to say about the x-ray and if she's going to have her hand casted, or not. Please let this be nothing more than a major bruise, with instructions to ice it, or maybe a bad strain/sprain that can be wrapped so she can still, maybe, write!
Updated to Add: Final report is there's nothing broken. She's to apply warm compresses to it, and try to use it as little as possible for the next week to let it rest and heal. School should be interesting. Hopefully there aren't any tests she's slated to take!
Several people have commented on it, and it was becoming tender to the touch, as well as the alarming colors the bruise was revealing. Cue last night, when she asks me if I can call the doctors office in the morning, and could she stay home from school to make the appointment? Um, nope. Head off to school - I'll call when the office opens!
8 am - call made; appointment scheduled for well after her school lets out. Now, do I drive her, meaning I have to leave work early, or get my mother, her grandmother, to step in? Fortunately, the appointment is late enough that it doesn't conflict with an appointment she's going to with/for my dad, and she'll handle it. Yay, I don't need to leave work early.
Later this afternoon - Snark-Girl has seen the doctor; she's being sent off for an x-ray. Now let me mention, she's right-handed, and we're coming into the end of the school year, with all the requisite exams and writing involved.
And I'm still waiting to hear what the doctor has to say about the x-ray and if she's going to have her hand casted, or not. Please let this be nothing more than a major bruise, with instructions to ice it, or maybe a bad strain/sprain that can be wrapped so she can still, maybe, write!
Updated to Add: Final report is there's nothing broken. She's to apply warm compresses to it, and try to use it as little as possible for the next week to let it rest and heal. School should be interesting. Hopefully there aren't any tests she's slated to take!
Monday, May 2, 2011
Dear Driver
Dear VW GTI Driver -
Just by its size, your vehicle is faster than mine. Yes, I acknowledge that you have a carseat in yours, but it was empty this morning. However, when you're about to get passed by a grandma in a 13-year old Plymouth minivan, mister, you better discover which one of those foot pedals is the gas, and use it! Also, when driving in Beltway traffic, please do as the rest of us do, and quit leaving so durned much room in front of your car!
Hopefully, today was just a fluke, and I won't encounter you on the road again. Happy driving.
Snark-It
Just by its size, your vehicle is faster than mine. Yes, I acknowledge that you have a carseat in yours, but it was empty this morning. However, when you're about to get passed by a grandma in a 13-year old Plymouth minivan, mister, you better discover which one of those foot pedals is the gas, and use it! Also, when driving in Beltway traffic, please do as the rest of us do, and quit leaving so durned much room in front of your car!
Hopefully, today was just a fluke, and I won't encounter you on the road again. Happy driving.
Snark-It
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Slow Climb
Feeling some better. I know I'm out of the valley, and have begun the slow climb back up the hill toward healthy. The cough is less frequent, the nose not near so clogged, and the throat doesn't hurt.
Now if I could just figure out how to make the hours of sleep that I do manage to get be worth more, I know I'd be getting better faster!
Now if I could just figure out how to make the hours of sleep that I do manage to get be worth more, I know I'd be getting better faster!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Allergies
My dog and I are both suffering horribly. And lest you think dogs can't have allergies, I dare you to come by my house and watch her just about bang her head against the floor from the force of her sneezes. When she's outside, they're worse. I've not seen her swiping at her eyes, but I'm still willing to bet she's got allergies due to the pollen or whatever is outside recently. Just what IS causing this flare-up for her and for me?
Me, I've got a sore, scratchy throat, plus lots of drainage down the back of my throat. Not to mention a cough to beat the band (I just adore cliches, don't you?), that sometimes just about takes my breath away. I'm sure the cough is caused by the drainage, yet constant blowing of the nose barely makes a dent in curtailing the cough. And this all started last Saturday, just prior to our church choir's performace of our Easter cantata, where I'm one of the altos. Kind of hard to sing with a major sore throat, you know! But I got through it, although I know I wasn't in my best form, and nowhere near the top of my game, as far as singing goes. Wednesday was about the worst workday, but I think this weekend had it beat to smithereens.
I managed to get our with both my daughters to shop for basket goodies, hitting up Wal-Mart and Target, as well as a run to Kohls for some items to round out Snark-Girl's Easter outfit. I had mine planned, insofar as it would be hiding under a choir robe! But, upon waking Sunday morning, I realized that there was no way I was taking my sniffling, sneezing, coughing self to church to bother others, and potentially infect them with my virus, so only Snark-Girl went. I even cried off of going to my in-laws for the Hiding of the Eggs. You'd think with my youngest being almost 11 that this event would die a natural death, but they seem to resurrect it every year. I will predict that it won't happen next year, though, due to my MIL's ever-increasing frailties.
Back to the allergies, though - I already take a Costco version of Zyrtec daily, so what else can I take that won't zonk me out at the office? I'm the world's worst patient when it comes to taking pills. I can remember to dose the Mr. and Snark-Boy (of course, they take pills daily!), and am good enough at dosing the Boy when he's sick, but remembering pills for myself just seems to be too much for my poor mind to take. Please, trees, finish up with your spring "blooming" or "leafing" or whatever it is, and let me breathe easy again!
Me, I've got a sore, scratchy throat, plus lots of drainage down the back of my throat. Not to mention a cough to beat the band (I just adore cliches, don't you?), that sometimes just about takes my breath away. I'm sure the cough is caused by the drainage, yet constant blowing of the nose barely makes a dent in curtailing the cough. And this all started last Saturday, just prior to our church choir's performace of our Easter cantata, where I'm one of the altos. Kind of hard to sing with a major sore throat, you know! But I got through it, although I know I wasn't in my best form, and nowhere near the top of my game, as far as singing goes. Wednesday was about the worst workday, but I think this weekend had it beat to smithereens.
I managed to get our with both my daughters to shop for basket goodies, hitting up Wal-Mart and Target, as well as a run to Kohls for some items to round out Snark-Girl's Easter outfit. I had mine planned, insofar as it would be hiding under a choir robe! But, upon waking Sunday morning, I realized that there was no way I was taking my sniffling, sneezing, coughing self to church to bother others, and potentially infect them with my virus, so only Snark-Girl went. I even cried off of going to my in-laws for the Hiding of the Eggs. You'd think with my youngest being almost 11 that this event would die a natural death, but they seem to resurrect it every year. I will predict that it won't happen next year, though, due to my MIL's ever-increasing frailties.
Back to the allergies, though - I already take a Costco version of Zyrtec daily, so what else can I take that won't zonk me out at the office? I'm the world's worst patient when it comes to taking pills. I can remember to dose the Mr. and Snark-Boy (of course, they take pills daily!), and am good enough at dosing the Boy when he's sick, but remembering pills for myself just seems to be too much for my poor mind to take. Please, trees, finish up with your spring "blooming" or "leafing" or whatever it is, and let me breathe easy again!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Coming Up for Air
Good heavens! Has it really been a month since I've published any thoughts here? I knew I got totally bogged down at work with things involving business taxes, and K-1s going out to almost 200 people, not to mention our personal taxes at home, but WOW!
So, since I'm swamped at home with computer issues and laundry, I'm going to have to go with this sorry acknowledgement, and the promise that I'll see if I can dredge out a post sometime this week.
Ciao!
So, since I'm swamped at home with computer issues and laundry, I'm going to have to go with this sorry acknowledgement, and the promise that I'll see if I can dredge out a post sometime this week.
Ciao!
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