6:00 AM Migraine.

Boy to school.

Then

Then Dr. Slater

who gave me a shot of Toradol

and a refill scrip for

and a new scrip for

then here

where I felt

until

when I went

briefly chatted with

still felt

so I

until about

and told Luke to

I went to

to pick up some

Now it’s time for

Night Night

Things happened today. There was a lot of sleeping.

Then grocery shopping, bunny petting, hermit crab choosing (ending in disappointment), food eating, pie eating, homework “discussing” and other unrelated things.

That said, I am too tired to form coherent sentences so I will write a post tomorrow and backdate it so it looks like I’m on top of shit.

Look at this instead:

So you can see here that I have applied my awesome multitasking skills to painter’s tape. Why you ask? Why would you feel the need to cover up the indicator lights on your laptop you perfectly normal and in no way psy-fucking-chotic person you?

The answer my friends lies deep in the genetic code of human beings themselves.

See, when I was young; my mother (whom I love dearly and have the utmost amount of respect for) began to reveal her technological shortcomings. In those days, we had a VCR that conveniently displayed the time.

Of course, if you didn’t set the time properly; it would flash 12:00 over and over and over and over. This drove both my mother and father nuts. Little did I know that it was driving me nuts as well. I was too young and innocent to fully grasp the depth of my inherent psychoses.

This problem was solved not by setting the time (because it would invariable get unplugged and have to be reset anyway), but by covering the flashing numbers with a little piece of cardboard or tape. Despite the rather advanced technical skills of both my father and myself, the cardboard or tape remained for years.

During this time my mother became affectionately known as a “12:00 flasher” or “she who is not one with technology”.

With that background knowledge; it should be easy for you to understand why, when my laptop battery shit the bed and the indicator light began to flash, it needed to go away.

Had I not been able to cover up the flashing light I would have driven to my office to get my spare battery. This is how much the flashing light bothers me.

Because I have very sensitive hearing, I have the same level of fuckedupedness when it comes to certain noises including fans (or any other source of that oh so awesome white noise). I cannot stand the sound of metal on metal; rattling anything, squeaking chairs/doors/floors, ticking, electronic whines, rustling fabric, or extremely loud sounds. I do not however; have any aversion to run on sentences.

Look at pictures of my cat!

Odin enjoys the new bathroom a great deal because this is another place in the house where he can get to almost eye level and scream incessantly while I am trying to do the things that one does in the bathroom. He is also much closer to the spot he has deemed as his (my right shoulder) because god forbid the cat the can jump 6 feet in the air from a standstill actually exert any effort to achieve his goal.

For the record, these pictures were taken while fully clothed and not performing any of the things that one typically does in a bathroom. I had come back into the bathroom to tell that towel ring there not to fuck with me.  (I will explain in a minute)

Odin’s coloring compliments the bathroom very well don’t you think?

Finally in his preferred resting spot, Odin did take a moment to mug for the camera. Eli, not to be outdone, hopped up on the sink as well. He does not do this in order to facilitate physical contact because that is akin to torture in his odd little kitteh brain.

No, Eli deliberately goes where ever it is that he wants to go. It is not for attention or to convey his need for food. He does it to scrutinize every square inch of every single surface that he encounters, regardless of how many times he has been in the EXACT SAME FREAKING PLACE. (I learned from Dane Cook that yelling makes things funny.)

Later, we all had a nice cuddle on the couch. This is Eli’s version of cuddling.

I think that both Odin and Eli miss Hercules a great deal. Odin had been exceptionally cuddly for a few weeks prior to Herc’s passing and continues to be so. He’s always been an affectionate cat, but has increased his need for comfort tenfold.

Not that I mind one single iota mind you. It is a great comfort to me as well.

I love that he meows plaintively as he walks toward me when he wants to cuddle. If I am not in a position for him to lie down on me, he will simply pop up on the nearest counter and meow. Much like a baby’s cries, his meows are quite distinctive and it is fairly easy to tell if he wants turkey or cuddles.

He is such a vocal cat, which at times is a humongous pain in the ass, but most of the time I am in awe of his ability to communicate his thoughts/needs through vocalizations.

Perhaps it was Luke’s cries and the process by which I learned what each one meant that enables me to understand what Odin is saying by the differences in tone, pitch and other attributes of his meows.

Eli is very vocal as well and over the past year or so has developed an impressive array of tonalities. He tends to be very loud, regardless of what he is communicating. His meows tend to be very low, almost a yowl but not as urgent or heated. The depth of his tone is so incredibly low most times that I swear I can feel the floor rumbling beneath him.

I do love these kitties. I love them with the same ferocity that I love my son and there is very little that I would not do for them. Our lives have been jolted by the loss of Hercules but we cannot honor his memory by sitting in misery. For him we press on, remembering he good times.

I suppose that I should turn in now. It is almost 3:30 in the morning and I am sleepy. I think that I will give Doug a call and see how the other kittehs in my life are doing tonight

Aren’t they swell

Mutegi (Mo, Mo Knows, MoMo)

Gamba (Gam, Gummy Bear, Gamba Goons)

In my review of my post after publishing (I always do this because I am never 100% satisfied with it once it’s published) I realized that I forgot to explain the whole “telling the towel ring to fuck off” thing.

The people who lived in this house before me chose (I believe because they were fucking morons) not to use the proper wall anchors for drywall so that every item on the bathroom wall not screwed into a stud flopped around like Hugh Hefner’s penis before his daily Viagra.

For some reason (likely related to the reasoning stated for the previous owners), this was the one things that I did not replace the wall anchors for when I re-hung the accessories. Today was the day that I could no longer stand the wobbly towel ring when I dried my hands on the towel.

I replaced the wall anchors and screwed that towel holder in nice and snug and then arrogantly told the towel holder not to fuck with me. 

Shut up, I am already on medication.

It’s been a few days, but t fear not; I have pictures to help me remember what the hell I’ve done.

On Saturday (11.15.08) we….

crap

I can’t remember what we did.

I know that I didn’t go to bed until 6 in the morning and consequently slept until 1pm. That was pretty awesome.

Pictures. Right ok. We went to Outback for dinner because earlier in the day I got a package of brownies in the mail.

This looks promising...

Closer to the yum!Mere plastic cannot keep me from the chocolately goodness

Oh yes - they were rich and dark and oh so delicious.

Packaged up for will power enhancing storage in the fridge.

The brownies were not without their purpose of course. Last month, for Luke’s birthday, we went to Outback for dinner. The service was horrid and the waiter was incredibly condescending to Luke.

I complained, as I am wont to do and received two $25 gift certificates. I was pleased and considered the matter closed.

Imagine my surprise when this little package of happiness and good showed up at my door.

Well played Outback Steakhouse. Well played.

So….Saturday night we went to dinner at Outback. I had eaten brownies. I had gift certificates. A nice hunk of meat seemed like it would round out the day nicely.

In my chocolate induced haze; I had forgotten that Saturday night meant that there would be people there. Lots of them. People and their whiny children. Loud talkers. Annoying teenage girls out with the boy that was just a friend but they secretly wished was their boyfriend.

Oh this girl. I wanted to throw something sharp at her throat.

 She didn’t shut up for the entire hour (H-O-U-R) we waited for our table. She rambled incessantly about her challenges as a popular girl, how long it took her to get ready in the morning and how she never had any time to herself because everyone always wanted her to hang out. She made it a point to ensure that her companion was aware that despite being asked out “like….god…ALL the time”; she still wasn’t dating anyone. Her verbal diarrhea was peppered with vulgarity and expletives. The expletives I didn’t mind so much, but she didn’t need to know that. At one point I looked at her and said “Hey! Watch your language. There are children here!” She didn’t even break stride to acknowledge that someone else had spoken much less apologize.

In a rather karmic moment; we were seated before them. She had been complaining about the length of the wait. As we passed by the young man moved his legs so we could easily pass where she left her legs sprawled out so we had to navigate around them.

I couldn’t stop myself any longer.

I stopped dead in front of her and bent over so she had to look at me. She had this half shocked half terrified look on her face and I launched.

“You know what kiddo, sooner or later your looks aren’t going to get you what you want.  You’d be wise to get over yourself and start making the friendships and partnerships you’re so desperately going to need when you’re alone in a sea of pretty girls just like you in the real world.”

That isn’t verbatim; but it is close enough. I didn’t speak loudly or harshly, just concisely and with precision.

I didn’t even wait for a response before turning, stepping her still outstretched legs and walking to the hostess stand (where I might add, Luke stood, impatiently waiting for me).

I never heard a response from her, but I did catch a couple whispers of “omg did you hear that!!” and “holy shit, she got told!” from the people that were in the immediate area.

Anyway…that made me feel good about being me.

Luke all glowly and stuff.

Courtesy of Luke.

French fries with cheese and bacon. Did I mention bacon?

Sweet sweet coffee.

MEAT. GOOD.

 

He said gross things about the dripping A1 sauce that I will not repeat.

 

Tired little boy...

Another young Delcambre masterpiece....

 

Freaking Peanut Butter Pie. OMG. Like eating a creamy Reese's cup. so good.

 Yeah….so after dinner we went popped over to the dollar store for hangers and whatever other dollary goodness I found.

Apparently I did not take any pictures in the dollar store. That is odd because there are so many things there to should be captured for posterity. I think that both Luke and I were stuffed and tired and just wanted to go home.

So home we went. Luke, true to his word, immediately went to bed. I…did not.

It was another all-nighter for me.

Woo.

It’s 1230 already. I’m beat.

Well - there is your 11.15.08 update. Tomorrow I will try to get caught up on the rest of the days.

In the meantime, I leave you with this adorable picture:

Eli being insanely cute.

Oh what a night….late December back in ‘63; what a very special time for me….

I was not so ok when I woke up this morning. In addition to still being very much in pain in the back area I had a vicious migraine.

I woke up at 6:30 and then apparently hit the snooze button until it was 7:40 or so. Luke has to be at school at 8 or he is considered tardy. I raced (hah!) upstairs and shouted him out of bed. 

I went downstairs to put on my shoes and take some Imitrex. He got dressed and ready in record time and we bolted out the door, all while I was tripping all over myself apologizing to him for oversleeping.

We managed to make it on time and I drove home, head throbbing intent on showering and going to work.

As I shuffled into my bedroom, Eli was curled up on the bed. This was where I made my fatal mistake and laid down on the bed “just for a minute”.

2 hours later I awoke, headache free but guilt laden. I got ready to head to Walgreens to pick up some perscriptions.

On my way out I looked at this:

I wanted to go back here.

or here....

I resisted the urge to crawl onto one of those deliciously comfy things I can sleep on and went to Walgreens.

This guy was ticking me off. He was a loud cellphone talker and pretentious to boot. He gave off that “I think I am very important” vibe that only people who are not important give off.

Obnoxious yellow shirt man.

Father and son...

It was clear that the father didn’t speak much English and initially I thought the son was helping him get his perscriptions sorted out. The son carried a plastic bag filled with prescription bottles and was serving as a translator between his father and the pharmacist.

As they carried out their business I learned that they were actually there for the mother/wife and not for the father. This may not seem super unusual, but it was the manner in which they interacted that brought a lump to my throat.

Since it was the mother and not the father that needed assistance; it would have been easier for the son to come on his own. For some reason, it was so touching to see that not only did the father who had the hurdle of not speaking English still wanted to be the one to help his wife. In addition to that; the son, who could have done this much more quickly on his own, patiently translated for both his father and the pharmacist all so his father could help his mother himself.

He did it without impatience and with a a very clear “because I want to, not because I have to” compassion.

It was very endearing.

After about 20 minutes, I was able to get my prescriptions and I toddled off to work.

At work, there was a heating pad waiting for me courtesy of Charles. I sat in my comfy chair again, heating pad on high and settled into my day.

I had a soda on the table and I wanted it a bit closer and well….the mirror that was also on the table decided it no longer wanted to be on the table. It didn’t break, but it did make Charles come into my office to see what I had done to myself.

The mirror. Also, that is the teddy bear that Amy gave me when her contract ended.

The day itself was fairly innocuous, save for having to talk to one customer who had been calling incessantly. I don’t think he’ll be calling anymore.

I am grateful for the assistance of folks at work:

Charles is fixing my console for me.

While I haven't quite burned a hole through my body, I do have quite the nice collection of discolored skin on my back. By discolored, I mean burned.

There was an event at Luke’s school tonight that I wanted to attend but he didn’t want to. Given the status of my back we decided not to go.

He had done his homework and was fully engaged in this:

Luke playing Halo

I had a mad craving for Subway so I shuffled to the car and went to Subway. I got out of the car and the deafening sound of 16.8 billion birds the trees of the parking lot.

There were about 10-15 trees spread out in the parking lot and they were all full of birds. All the birds were screaming at the top of their lungs.

Odin snuggling with meMore snugglyand more...More snugglyMore snuggly

More Snugglies

and more...

I love this little snuggly boy so much. He just plops down and sleeps on me. He is so soft and cuddly.

Part of the gameroom

This is where the fridge will go. It

This is a lot of DVDs. They are not mine though; they just reside in my house courtesy of Eric.

(Yes, I do plan on replacing those curtains.)

The one thing that irritates me about the gameroom is this fan:

I actually really like the fan itself...

It is the remote that goes with the fan that is a thorn in my side. The battery cover is missing; and so was the battery. I wasn’t to upset about that because eh, who really cares about the cover. I picked up a new battery and when I went to put it in I noticed that there was a really small relay board that connects to what I’m assuming is a really small connection on the battery cover.

The remote.

I went to the website thinking that I could just order a new remote, but I could not find one anywhere. I send them an email w/ the part number so I hope that it will be just a simple fix.

I think it’s about time to try to get some sleep. I am looking forward to the weekend and not having to get up or not feeling guilty about not getting up.

Goodnight world.

The formatting here is driving me crazy. I can’t seem to get things to actually fit in the space allotted. for it.

Grr.

Maybe a new post will help.

Here’s a picture:

Kitties make the world go 'round