A Month of Thursdays

So where the hell have I been?

2009-07-13T14:27:00.002-05:00

Well, I've been really busy - even my recent vacation was busy... So, in the last two months or so this has been my life.... Starting the week of May 18th which for you people who ain't from Canada is the start of fishing and a long weekend for us CanCans, Block Training commenced. What does this mean? Well it means for 2 days out of every week for the upcoming 6 weeks I'm teaching first aid, I also taught on two of the weekends and was sent out of town for a health & safety conference for another weekend.... sounds like fun eh? Well, it gets better.... On May 30th our deadbeat tenant finally moved his ass out of our first house and boy did we not only have to clean up after him (like a year and a half worth of dog shit - I shit you not - 8 bags of dogshit)..... He really shouldn't own pets, yet along with that beautiful black lab he also has a pussy cat who he wouldn't fix so that little demon sprayed all over the house, scratched everything to shit and caused us to replacing the carpets throughout the house (that we just changed before said tenant moved in), replace wallpaper on 4 walls, replace all the drapes in the house, and let's for a moment talk about the tenant, that wonderful person left holes in the walls, broken stairs (which he thought throwing a sheet of plywood over would hide btw)..... Just an all around bad scene.... But wait, it still gets better..... The first two weeks of June is our audit - nice eh? On top of the Audit we relocated our offices on the week of June 15..... so of course there are IT issues which meant no computers for almost 2 weeks - try working with that.... I was also supposed to go to a convention for the Legion from June 14 to 17, but because I was teaching on June 17 and 18 couldn't attend that, not that work would've let me go... "ALL HANDS ON DECK FOR THE MOVE!!!" exclusive of management of course... So did I deserve my vacation the last week of June? You bet your furry little ass I did.... Did I get my vacation on the last week of June? You bet I did, a whole week of vacation spent building 2 (count em two) new sets of stairs, replacing a bathroom, back porch, living room AND a bedroom flooring.... Replacing the soffit on the garage (I have yet to start the garage roof btw), patching and painting walls with holes in them, and re-wallpapering... After all of this I needed to come back to work to relax dammit..... OK, rant done...... Missed ya Vix <3

Case Studies in Stupidity Volume III [The Ego of Man Never Ceases to Amaze Me]

2009-07-12T19:21:00.005-05:00

I met a guy ONCE.. IGNORED him most of the night --- And then I get this text today: "Hi. Im sorry that i didnt call. and i wantd 2 tell u that i thnk we shuld b friends. We both hate each others fav bands! We're just 2 dif thats all" --- Are you serious? I mean, really.

Let me rewind a bit to give you the story. A friend of mine from work just had a guy move in next door to her. She thinks he’s just so good looking, so she gave him my number and told him she thought he should call me and that I’d be coming to her place that night after work. He called, I was surprised, he told me he’d see me shortly. I went over to my friend’s house and he came over. Not my type. At all. Very thin, big nose, about 3 years younger than me. He seemed nice, but I was drinking, so probably most people would seem nice. He tells my friend how beautiful I am, and what a nice person I seem to be, every time I leave the room. He leaves about 5 in the morning, but texts me shortly after he gets home:

Him: “Hi! Its roy. Did u need a ride or anything? I can stay up a while longr if u wantd to hang out longr.”

I told him he was tired, my ride was on the way, etc.

Him: “Oh ok. Hav a goodnite! I was tryn 2 b smooth and kiss u gnite lol.”

To which I responded, “Better luck next time!”

Now back to the present.

So in response to today's text from him, me: “You didn’t call because I hate your favorite bands? Did I read that right?”

Him: “No. We r too dif. And I didn’t want 2 lead u on further than I already did (askn 4 a kiss). I wantd 2 try cuz we’re single but I dnt thnk it wuld work out”

Me: Ok, for one, you don’t exactly know anything about me to make a judgment call like that. Secondly though, I’m single for a reason, and that’s because I’m not looking for a relationship. I don’t have the time or patience for it.”

Him: Alrite. There was a misundrstandn. And ur rite – I dnt knw u. But I thot u were lookn 4 a bf…eventually. So then u just wantd 2 meet sum1 new 2 hang with?”

Me: “I’m not looking for anything at all. Did *my friend* give you that impression? I figure what will be will be. And ok so you didn’t call, why feel the need to explain?”

Him: She did give that impression. And I just thot u had the rite 2 knw, just in case u were curious. Im not lookn 4 anythng serious eithr… just a physical thng w one girl”

Him: “I mite sound like an ass but my ex wife turnd me off 2 anything serious 4 a long time”

Me: “Well, I don’t know what she said, but as judgmental as you apparently are, its good you’re not looking for anything serious.”

Him: U dnt knw me well enuf 2 say that. So, if I said: u drink like a fish – wuld that b judgemental… Or wuld it b a reasonably accurate observation 4 that nite?”

Me: “Oh my. I must’ve hit a nerve!”

Him: “U did :) …but by sayn that ur basicaly stumpd aren’t u?! Lol”

Me? Stumped? Oh yes. Always!

Me: “Stumped? No. Just trying to keep it cordial. I could mention though that maybe it was your own alcohol consumption that led you to think you had a chance with me.”

Him: “Gues I hit a nerve 2! But if u wana get mean.. The only thing my drnkn did was put on beergoggles. which made, yes even u, sumwhat kissable but not realy lol."

Me: "Mhmm. Well, what does that say really, as much as I drank, and you still couldn't score. You think I mostly ignored you for a reason, maybe?"

Him: "I apologize. That was cruel. U r prety and intresting. Witty 2. this turnd out all wrong. Im stoppn now. Please 4give me. I mean u no harm"

Me: "Your opinion of me really means nothing. Don't apologize. It almost makes me feel bad when I call you a loser and tell you not to contact me again. Almost."

Him: “I didn’t try 2 score remember? And u weren’t talkn. U were on ur phone. But enuf already. Not gona keep doin this! Im not lookn 4 this eithr! Lol”

Him: “But im not a loser. Losing u is WINNING”

Me: “You can't lose what you couldn't get in the first place, kiddo :)”

Him: “Geez just stop already! Lol. U make it sound like ur all that or sumthng. So ok - we r in agreement - ur ugly and so am i. Big whoop. Movin along..”

Me: “Nowhere to move along to except: don't contact me again, loser.”

So he called me a few names after that, like fat, ugly, etc., that didn't warrant further response.

And people seriously ask me why I prefer to remain in the absence of male company.

So it's Back to the Daily Grind

2009-07-07T12:11:00.004-05:00

I'm actually ready to go back to work tomorrow. I hate my job, oh yes, don't ever doubt that - but I am ready to get out of the house and start making money again. A month off work, hurts.

I start nursing classes on the 17th of August, and they run 5 days a week. It's kind of a weird schedule, with the semester being divided in half. The first 8 weeks are a set of classes:

Mondays and Thursdays: 09:10AM-12:30PM
Tuesdays and Wednesdays: 07:30AM-10:30AM
Fridays: 08:00AM-10:10AM then 10:20AM-12:30PM

All starting the week of August 17th, and ending during the week of October 5th. The second half of the semester:

Mondays and Thursdays: 09:10AM-12:30PM
Tuesdays: 11:15AM-12:45PM
Wednesdays: 06:30AM-11:00AM
Fridays: 10:20AM-12:30PM

All beginning the week of October 12th and ending shortly before Christmas break.

I'm excited, genuinely excited. Nervous too. I'm also concerned how I'm going to manage classes 5 days a week with a 5 day work schedule. I'll be working 3PM to 11PM. What choice do I have, you know? I can't cut down my school schedule, but I am considering dropping to 4 days a week at work. It wouldn't be a huge help, but every day counts. I'd go down to 3, but then I'd be considered part time and I'd lose my insurance. And if you're anything like me, the day after that insurance expires you break a bone or something.

I've seen so many movies during my month off that I'm not certain I can even remember them to share with you. I'll try though. I watched The Cell 2, which had great potential, but just didn't live up to it. Tessie Santiago is absolutely beautiful though.

Walled In, which I really liked. It could have been better but overall, not bad at all.

Friday the 13th - Killer Cut, again, like above could have been better, but wasn't bad. If you've seen one Friday the 13th, you've pretty much seen them all. For some reason though, we continue watching..

With a Winter of Frozen Dreams, I have got to tell you I didn't exactly follow the plot. It's based on a true story though, so like in all true crime stories, they kind of leave you hanging. I'm a big fan of Thora Birch though, so I watched it for her. While the movie was a bit disappointing, she was not. While on topic of Thora, I do recommend her movie The Hole. She's also a vegetarian.

Shuttle - I watched this movie several times, and each time picked up something different. It's full of scenes that have you wondering "why did she do that?? Why didn't she run/shoot him/scream?!", and while seeming a little dragged out, you'll want to watch it to the end. The end, which surprised even me.

Lakeview Terrace - Samuel L. Jackson never disappoints. This movie though, was a little bland for my taste. Not to suggest it's not worth watching, but if you're as anal about your movie watching experience as I am, this one could lack the excitement you're looking for.

I saw Angels & Demons in the theater and honestly I found it as dull as The Da Vinci Code. My date was likely even more bored with it than I was. If you enjoyed The Da Vinci Code, then Angels & Demons could very well be straight up your alley.

I also saw Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen in the theater and while it wasn't as good as the first one (which I was surprised that I liked), it is worth watching. The special effects are amazing. And for you men that are watching, I'll tell you that my date (same guy that hated Angels & Demons) did enjoy this Transformers movie.

We were going to see Drag Me to Hell, but it was replaced by Up in the unimpressive movie theater we have here, and this is why we went with Angels & Demons in the first place. What kind of idiots say "Oh gee, maybe our customers that want to see Drag Me to Hell will be satisfied with Up instead!" Stupid bastards.

And in case I forgot to mention, Haunting in Connecticut received an *A* rating from me. I know of several though, that absolutely hated it.

I have also rented, but have yet to watch The Betrayed and Donkey Punch. I went to Hollywood Video yesterday (like I have so many times this past month) and walked around and you know what problem I've run into - again? I've seen everything on the walls that look interesting to me. Therefore, I'm always open to suggestions people! What should I watch?

Happy Fourth of July - May You Lose an Arm

2009-07-04T22:00:00.002-05:00

Not all of you, mind you. Just the fuckers that are launching cannons right outside my bedroom window. This is an unacceptable and rude behavior you fucking jackass idiots.

Jeeeezus!

You Don't Know Hell..

2009-06-26T01:29:00.006-05:00

Until you've had mosquito bites on your foot! Three, even!

So I lived to tell you about my gallbladder surgery. And I know you've been eyeballing my blog just for the story, yes? So here you go:

June 8th, I report to the surgery center at 6 a.m. sharp. Anyone who knows me also knows how charming I am in the morning. At 6:30ish (I was supposed to be taken to prep by 6.. So things were getting started a bit late) I was taken back, asked to take off all my clothes (which, contrary to popular belief isn't always fun), had these... things... put on my lower legs to keep my blood circulating, and stabbed with a needle 8 times. True, that. The RN I was privy to be poked by missed, 7 times. Finally, with an IV appropriately hooked into my one remaining useful vein, I was whisked away to the frigid, unfeeling, surgery room where I was moved to another table that felt impossibly cold. I swear they pull surgery beds out of the freezer before tossing your naked ass onto them...

And that, my fine groupies, is all I remember.

Until waking up, trying to scratch under the oxygen mask. Why do those things itch? Seriously, I want to know. When I was 24 I had my tonsils out and woke up trying to scratch my face. Uncool. The next thing I remember was being told I needed to breathe and when I tried to I thought I was having a heart attack. If you didn't know, when you have laparascopic gallbladder surgery, they pump you full of carbon dioxide so they can see what they're doing. That shit hurts when you wake up, I don't mind telling you. And for a week afterwards. Quite painful. The recovery nurse seemed to be continuously telling me to "breathe, ladybug".

Nobody recalls her calling me "ladybug", but me. And I remember it clearly. I do!

The surgery took about an hour, little less, and I was in recovery for about three hours. I was sent home where I proceeded to lay down and sleep.. And sleep.. And sleep some more. It was about 5 hours before I could talk well.

Then, on day two I went shopping with Pinky, then went home and slept. Day three I slept all day. Day three was rough even though it was the day I could remove the bandages and shower. I had the bandage tape remnants on my stomach for pretty close to a week and a half and the steri-strips fell off about the same time.

My follow-up was last Tuesday, the 23rd. The surgeon gave me a release to return to work for the 7th of July, for a grand total of 4 weeks off work.

During this time off of work, I have painted three walls (which seems like a brilliant idea on weight restriction, yeah?), and had the floors finished in both of my bedrooms. My house is an absolute mess, since everything from both bedrooms is piled in my livingroom. As I type, I'm sitting on the floor in front of my computer. That, my friends, is dedication. This floor is fucking hard.

But while I'm already suffering, I'm going to add that seeing as it was Thursday (is still, to me, because I haven't slept yet) that on this day (1st) my beloved television passed away, and (2nd) my car has decided it sounds like fun to feign death at stoplights.

Also on this (yester)day in history: Farrah Fawcett died to(yester)day, at 62. Michael Jackson also died to(yester)day, at 50. This makes me quite sad. More sad in fact, than I realized I'd be to hear that Michael Jackson has died.

Every day in hell is a Thursday.

Do you believe me now?!

Night, folks.

Email Update

2009-06-16T12:34:00.000-05:00

I had gallbladder surgery June 8th. I lived to tell about it, obviously.

I'm between home telephone companies and don't currently have the internet, which is why I haven't posted.

I'll be back. Miss me.
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Doctor wants My Gallbladder

2009-05-30T12:29:00.003-05:00

...Maybe with some fava beans, and a nice Chianti.

About 2 months ago I started having right sided chest, back, shoulder, and arm pain. I waited quite awhile and finally went to the doctor on a coworker's insistence. Doc said, and I quote, "Vix, I don't know."

(I don't mind when docs tell me they don't know. It's actually kind of nice when they can admit they don't have a clue. Makes me feel like they're actually there to help, and not just for the money.)

She said that maybe it was muscular and even though I had no pain on movement she wanted to start there and put me on Mobic for 10 days, saying if it was an inflammation in the area, it'd help at least a little. Nothing. I go back to the doc and tell her nothing changed, and request a chest x-ray (because really, what's in there but a lung, gallbladder and heart? She wasn't worried about it being heart related, because it was in the right side of my back and said heart pain doesn't manifest in the right shoulder blade.) She sent me for an x-ray, which came back perfectly normal. I asked where I go from here and she told me an ultrasound, on the off chance it was my gallbladder. The ultrasound was scheduled for a couple Thursdays (do we see a pattern here?!) ago, on the 21st. My doc called me Tuesday (it's never good when the doc calls you personally) and left a message. I called her back.

I have gallstones.

My first reaction while talking to her was "that's good, isn't it?"

It is, in the sense that I now have an explanation for all the pain. But now, I see a surgeon on the 3rd of June to discuss when to have it removed. Lovely, yes?

The goal is a laparscopic surgery, and an enter in the morning, exit in the afternoon hospital stay.

I keep getting conflicting stories about the surgery. One tells me it's no big deal and I'll be at work in a week. Another says "I ain't gonna lie to you, it hurts like all hell and I'd rather have left my gallbladder in." Still another says she was out of work for 6 weeks. One was out for 3 weeks.

I asked what would happen if I decided not to have the surgery. "It'll likely get worse," but that avoiding foods like grease, dairy, etc., could lessen the pain. Yet, hello? Vegetarian? I don't eat any of those things. I'm also not having specific gallbladder "attacks", meaning for example, the day of the concert I hadn't eaten anything at all and had the back pain while there. It doesn't appear food related.

Anyway, I'm not going to miss work for however many days I'm MIA. I told my boss, just to give her a heads up, that I was going to have to have my gallbladder removed but that I didn't have the surgery scheduled yet and she said to me, no joke, "schedule it for your weekend off." I just looked at her like, huh? And she said "I mean seriously."

How's that for fucking inconsiderate.

She carried on to tell me how it's "just no big deal".

So feel free everyone, to share with me your gallbladder removal stories.. Especially if they're going to help me not, you know, have a nervous breakdown. Quickly now.

The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

2009-05-30T11:30:00.002-05:00

I saw them on Sunday, May 24th.

Best concert I've ever seen. Seriously. No frills, no fancy effects, nothing like that - just the real deal. Very nice, and very impressive.

Here are some pictures I took. They're on my phone so they're not the clearest, but:

I Had a Dream Last Night

2009-05-06T21:44:00.003-05:00

I don't know if I mentioned previously that on October 6th of 2008, we lost my Great-Grandma. I'm not going to give you the rundown now, either, except to say that she was 96 years old when she passed.

In my dream I went shopping. I'm not sure where it was at, but I was with a coworker (Lil), and I was pushing a cart. I saw Granny standing there, wearing a red dress. I said to Lil, "there's my Granny". Lil responded, "isn't she.. gone?"

I ignored her, pushed my cart out of the way and went towards Granny. I stretched my arms out to the side, and she did the same. We hugged and I started bawling. Then I woke up.

Any interpreters want to touch this one?

Playing Feline Midwife - Unsuccessfully

2009-05-06T14:23:00.002-05:00

As soon as Ginger (the cat we took to Nebraska, and yes, I realize I never wrote the final installment to that story, but I will) left, another cat showed up to take her place. This one was a little short-haired steel gray thing. Much sweeter than Ginger (Ginger was sweet later, but not at first. Recall me getting my hand torn up.) Anyway, we fed this cat too and before long she began looking like she'd swallowed a bowling ball. Lovely. We now have a stray cat full of waiting-to-be-born stray kittens.

Have I mentioned I don't like cats?

That being said, I came home last night and here comes Kitty, meeting me at the gate. I reach down to pet her and she rolls over on her back. Ah, shit. I go inside to get a blanket and come back out to find her in a little cuddle bed that I put out there for them quite awhile back. The bed is cold and wet from all the rain we've gotten lately. Upon closer examination, I see that she's partly delivered a breech Kitten #1.

Between the nasty old bed and the dead unborn kitten, it was really a pathetic sight. I waited a few minutes to see if she was pushing and sure enough she was. Kitten #1 is stuck.

Ah, shit.

I head inside to get some gloves and a few towels. Back outside I snap on the gloves, wrap a towel around the dead kitten, wait for a contraction and pull.. With no luck. I try loosening the kitten with my fingers.. With no luck. Mind you, I've never delivered kittens before, but I know the basic idea. I called the vet on call, who just so happened to be the one that always gets called in the middle of the night by us. He tells me to "just pull it out". Umm.. That's not working, Doc. He wants me to "stick a finger up there and..." No, Doc, no go. Doc, I'm trying, and this ain't working.

"She's a stray cat, isn't she?"

Yes, but she isn't dying on my porch. Not on my watch.

"Oh, fine. Bring her out."

Thanks, dude. Seriously. Again.

I load up Kitty and take her to visit him. He puts her on the table and proceeds to do the things that I tried to do with no luck. He too, has no luck. The whole time this is going on, I'm holding on to her and would you know - she's not scratching me, not trying to bite me. Yeah, I was shocked too.

After what seemed like an eternity, he pulls out this little slimy dead thing. It's little arm had gotten hung up inside of her while it was trying to come out tail first. Doc said it was impossible to tell if it had been dead before getting caught up, or died because of.

The other little stomach lumps are moving around in there, but don't appear ready to make an exit (or entrance to the outside world, whatever). Doc draws some blood and checks for FeLV.

It's negative. (Ginger was positive.)

He tells me I can keep her overnight and cat-sit to make sure the remaining babies come out alright (he's pretty sure they will) or he can keep her there and if they're not delivered by morning, he'll take them cesarean. Seeing as I have absolutely no place to keep a cat due to my canine critters, I choose option number two.

This morning, a c-section gave us two kittens.

What the fuck am I supposed to do with three cats?

Seriously. What?

It Seems I'm as Sweet as I am Stupid

2009-04-29T12:22:00.004-05:00

Which is actually a little comical, because I've never been called either :)

Only four people voted at my request on this post - but those four are divided and I have been deemed equally sweet and stupid. As a follow-up to the post, I'm letting you know that I didn't end up going out with Andrea that night.

I went to Kansas City after my first class on Friday, leaving at 9 a.m. Mom rented an HHR again, just like on our trip to Nebraska (Nebraska Part 1; Nebraska Part 2.) I got back home around 5:15 that afternoon. At around 7, Andrea texted me asking "how r u?" I responded that I was fine and asked about her. She told me she was fine. Nothing further was said. I didn't bother asking her if she was going or not.

Monday at work, she told me she had gone out and was waiting for me to call, but I never did.

She obviously doesn't understand the dynamics of dialing a telephone. That was alright though, I wasn't really wanting to go anyway after last time.

I had been trying all work, unsuccessfully, to get her to figure out if she had an all-night bratsitter and trying to decide where she wanted to go, when, and with who. I had gotten a few coworkers and a couple of my friends to agree to go with us. Thanks to her slow ass decision making skills, though, it all fell through. I lost what little interest I had in going pretty rapidly.

So there you have it. My intelligent self-centered side triumphed in this case. Again.

Driving on the way back from KC I took this picture though:

Ignore the bug goo - My windshield is always a flying critter cemetery on the highway.

If You Blog It, They Will Come

2009-04-27T23:33:00.000-05:00

I call bullshit.

Testing Email Posting

2009-04-20T14:08:00.000-05:00

Just checking other venues of sharing my super fascinating insight with the lot of you.

:)
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Judge Me

2009-04-20T13:21:00.003-05:00

This coming Friday, I'm supposed to go out with the chick from this post and this post for her birthday.

I asked her today if she had a brat sitter for Friday night and she told me she is asking her mom today. Get with the program ho. If she doesn't have a sitter ALL night, I'm not going anyway.

I know I don't like her and I know last time I went out with her it pretty much sucked. But it's her birthday and she has nobody else. So my question to you all is does this make me incredibly sweet.. Or incredibly stupid?

I've included a generic poll for your responses.

Vote, goddamnit.

Can't Fool the Dingo

2009-04-14T13:42:00.003-05:00

So I've been on this mission to give up things with high caloric/fat content. Sugar included, of course. Well, on Saturday, I had a sort of blood sugar "crash" - when my reading hit 54 and upon insistence to retake it - 45. I felt fine for the most part, except I ached everywhere. Next thing I know, people are handing me OJ and peanut butter packets. Don't get me wrong, I love attention, and especially being doted on like this, but hello? I felt fine. I took the reading again after about 20 minutes and it was at 68. That's still low. And after I'd been force-fed sugared protein. Relax folks, it was up to 88 before I left work.

Anyway, about 5 this morning I wake up, feeling really toasty and when I get up to go to the bathroom, I'm having dizzy spells. Now those are the appropriate symptoms for hypoglycemia - which I don't have!

.......

Whatever.

So my first reaction to this shit at 5 a.m. was to head to the kitchen, break out the peanut butter and fill a glass half full with soy milk to which I added an obscene amount of sugar. I went back to bed.

It's 9 hours later, and I'm not feeling a whole lot better.

I make a cup of coffee and add excess sugar. I look down to see my Mutt sitting at my feet, staring up at me, slowly wagging his tail.

"What's up, Mom? Sugar? Really. Extra sugar, even. Are you kidding me?

How's that for a reality check? You can't fool this dog.

I Wanted to Mention..

2009-04-12T00:56:00.002-05:00

That as I was reading through some posts that were imported from Deja, I came across a post I never really followed up on --

The woman in this post passed away about a month ago.

Yeah. Guess what they think killed her?

Yep. And while I did say I'd be there to say 'I told you so', I'm really not interested. It turned out, that the night she fell, the daughter (the one mentioned in that post) had refused the CT scan.

The fall -- and the inappropriate way it was handled -- were directly responsible for her death.

Warm fuzzies please......

2009-04-07T10:05:00.004-05:00

So I'm not sure if I've mentioned this or not yet but here goes:

My beautiful grandma fell over the Christmas holidays, she's almost 80 years old and has had horribly weak bones for the last few years - it doesn't help that about 10 years ago she fell and broke her right hip, left elbow and right wrist, needless to say she is not as spry as she once was.

Anywho, back to what happened. Since she fell at Christmas she has had an extremely hard time getting around. Period. She went from her chair, to the bathroom, to bed and that was the extent of the walking she could do - and she could only do that much with the aid of a walker.

A couple or three weeks ago, she decided that it was too much and she finally agreed to let us take her to the hospital to get checked out. Well, after a couple of weeks and NO diagnosis she was getting cranky and wanted to go home. So she went home on Saturday, I should say here that she was walking around a bit more in the hospital but she also spent 20 hrs a day in bed so her feet and legs weren't as swollen or sore as they would have been from sitting in her chair at home... Personally I think she can't walk at home because she's terrified of falling again, but I'm not a doctor and what do I know?

Back to Saturday, we brought her home and she seemed alot happier, we all spent time to keep her company during the day but she lives alone and has nobody there at night. Anyways, Monday morning comes along and grandma phones my mom at 8:00 am and says pretty much: "I need to get back to the hospital and I need to go now, call the ambulance for me".... Well jeez my mom I don't think ever ran so fast in her life to Gram's house and met the ambulance there. She was having alot of trouble breathing and was feeling very poorly.

In the ambulance they gave her oxygen and she seemed to be feeling better, well as soon as they got to the emergency room she started going into congenital heart failure..... scared the living crap outta my mom..... she's currently in ICU, it seems that the fluid has drained from her lungs at this point but she is by no means out of deep water...

If I'm not around alot over the next few days, that is why I may need to take a couple of days off to stay with Gram. So send all the good thoughts you can up to Canada please!!!

Case Studies in Stupidity Volume II

2009-04-06T12:23:00.009-05:00

Andrea.

Matt.

Me and Andrea.

Conversation:

Andrea: Are you mad at me

Me: I think you're an idiot for even speaking to him.

Andrea: I know

Andrea: I know I need to stay away but he is the only friend I really have

Me: Then you really don't have any friends, because he's a lying, using, loser.

Andrea: I thought we are friends

Me: You're the one that just said you didn't have any friends but him.

Andrea: I hope were friend if so i dont need him

Me: If you thought we were friends before, you wouldn't still be hanging around with him.

Date: April 6, 2009 12:23p
Type: Missed Call
Line: 1
Andrea H*******
Number: 555-333-4444

Andrea: The good news is im over him and your my very good friend

Are you fucking kidding me?

...What? There's more?!

Yep.

Andrea: R u there?

Me: I'm here.

Andrea: I tried calling

Me: I know.

Andrea: So ur mat at me now i dont want 2 lose u as a friend

Me: I told you what I think.

Andrea: I really want 2 be friend

Me: You already said he's your only friend.

Andrea: Only my guy friend and ur my real friend

Me: Not what you said.

Andrea: I know and im sorry but we can talk about anything

Me: There's nothing to talk about. You're not over him, you're not going to be, and you don't listen to me anyway.

Andrea: Yes i am and i do

Me: Again, if you were you wouldn't be hanging around with him and you certainly wouldn't be fucking him.

Andrea: I dont and i told him 2 leave last night

Me: You told me you called me, not him, but his number came up - so either HE called me or you called me from HIS house. Either way, you're lying to me right now.

Andrea: I was never at his house i called u from my house

Me: You told me he didn't call me, but he did. Immediately after you did.

Andrea: When last night

Me: Yes last night. When you told me you were with him.

Andrea: I dont understand anser my callea please

Date: Apr 6, 2009 1:10p
Type: Missed Call
Line: 1
Andrea H*******
Number: 555-333-4444

Me: He called me right after you called me last night. And you told me you were with him. What's not to understand? And I'm in class, I can't talk.

Andrea: When he called u i wasnt with and ur right he is starting shit

Me: Not even 5 minutes after you called, he called. Then you called again. Then YOU told me you were WITH him.

Andrea: What do I have 2 do 2 prove 2 you im over him? And I want our friendship back im really up set now

Andrea: I wasn’t

Me: I couldn’t care less if you’re over him. I do care that you’re lying to me about it.

Andrea: Im not I dont lie

Me: That’s the only explanation. And you DID tell me you left his house a couple Fridays ago, but you spent the night. And you DID fuck him, because you thought you were pregnant.

Andrea: And im not and I haven’t talk or seen him since then tell he came buy last night

Me: Those are still lies.
If he came by last night he couldn’t have called me from his house right after you did.

Andrea: But he did not call here what time did he call u

Me: Not even 5 minutes after you called me. And not 5 minutes before you called me again.

Andrea: Do u want him 2 quit calling u and I wasnt with him

Me: I don’t answer when he calls anyway, and you’re over him remember – why do you care?
I’m not stupid. You were together when you both called me.

Andrea: I don’t I did get a sitter but it was 2 late cause u already went out

Me: What does Saturday night have to do with anything?

Andrea: It doesn’t

Me: This conversation is over.

Andrea: Do u still want 2 be friends please

I'm done talking to her right now.

I’ll keep you posted as further bullshit develops.

Importation

2009-04-06T01:00:00.002-05:00

So I've imported entries from Deja Vu Doo:

¤¤¤ Snow Day! ¤¤¤ I Will NOT Pick On People Less Fortunate Than Me ¤¤¤ The Good Shit {Movies} Updated ¤¤¤ Some Days I Just... ¤¤¤ Valentine’s Day ¤¤¤ Drive for Life ¤¤¤ I've Seen the Other Side and It's Full of Nothing - Nebraska {Part 2} ¤¤¤ The Life of a Neurotic Mom: A Good Laugh ¤¤¤ Nebraska {Part 1} ¤¤¤ Chapter 4 Awaits… ¤¤¤ Toni’s 4 Commandments ¤¤¤ So I Was Checkin’ Out This Blog ¤¤¤ A Fairy Tale, kind of…. Part 3 ¤¤¤ A Fairy Tale, Kind of…. [Chapter II] ¤¤¤ You Need Another Reason I Hate Cats? Here You Go: ¤¤¤ The Cat Caper ¤¤¤ A Fairy Tale, Kinda… ¤¤¤ Yes, More Drama ¤¤¤ Vixen’s 2009 Resolution List ¤¤¤ Happy, Happy, Haaaaa-Pee. ¤¤¤ December 28 - 08 ¤¤¤ The Secret Life of a Sausage, Vol. II ¤¤¤ Ok.. GO! ¤¤¤ The Vixen is Emo ¤¤¤ What a Stupid Thing to Come Between “Friends” ¤¤¤ Here Ya Go ¤¤¤ I Have Softened in My Old Age ¤¤¤ I Wonder if this puts Me Into the Bitch Category ¤¤¤ Baz ¤¤¤ Snowing ¤¤¤ Kandie has Decided ¤¤¤ The Secret Life of a Sausage ¤¤¤ My List is Much Shorter than Hers, I Promise.. ¤¤¤ So I’m here ¤¤¤ Something to Not Be Thankful For ¤¤¤ Just Because You’re Paranoid Doesn’t Mean They Aren’t Out to Get You ¤¤¤

Rest Easy, Margaret

2009-04-05T22:46:00.002-05:00

I know we had our differences - big, huge ones. We all spent so much time together that we were like one big, disgruntled, dysfunctional family. Dysfunctional families don't always get along, and ours is no different. But we are still family.

I last saw you on Friday night. We were all so happy that it was our weekend off, wished each other a great "vacation". All of our weekend crew was there on Friday, so we all got to see you. Nobody knew anything was wrong that day; maybe you didn't know either. I rather hope you didn't.

You were gone before I knew you went to the hospital. I got the phone call at 3:24pm that gave me the news. I was stunned. Immediately, upon hearing "Margaret died", I started ticking off residents names in my head, thinking it was one of them. You expect it when you work in nursing homes, to lose residents. You don't see it coming with coworkers.

I want to tell you that for any and all differences we had, I am sorry.

You will be missed. By all of us.

Be at peace, Margaret R.

I'm Not Loving this Look

2009-04-05T22:17:00.006-05:00

But I'm tired of screwing around with it right now. Maybe it'll grow on me or maybe I'll change it later, who knows. So if you don't dig it, shut up and deal with it anyway.

That being said, I'm really glad to see the few of you back.. And totally amazed.

Thank you ♥

In other news, I'm currently dealing with these people again. She's so fucking stupid. And everyone knows I like to antagonize stupid people.

I called Matt last night.

Well, it was on a dare, kind of. So I did it. I dialed his number, said hey, what's up? Haven't talked to you in awhile. Have you talked to Andrea? What? You're asleep at 9pm on a Saturday? You know that's pretty pathetic, right? Shit like that. I told him to go back to bed, and said goodbye. Not even 2 minutes afterwards, Andrea texts me asking what's up. No mention of me calling him though.

Well, tonight, we were texting a bit about a coworker that we lost today, and out of nowhere she says to me "did you call matt?"

I don't lie, of course, because shit, where's the fun in that? I tell her that I did. She says that she thought I didn't like him.

Do I have to like someone to call them? Hell. I'd never use the phone!

She starts calling me. I don't answer. He calls me. I don't answer. She calls again. I still don't answer. Turns out, he's at her house, or she at his, whichever. I lecture her about being done with his loser slob ass. Later she calls again, but now she claims she's "alone". Whatever. I don't care, so I still don't answer. I don't have any interest in talking to her.

I'm sick of both the stupid fuckers. They're a perfect match. Neither deserves anyone but the other.

They make me feel so superior.

In still other news, I went out last night. First to see The Haunting in Connecticut (which totally rocked by the way - maybe I'll tell you about it tomorrow), then to the bar, then my coworker friend's sister's house. I didn't drink much at all. I'm such a lightweight. When did this happen?!

Stick around to read my next post - which will show up ahead of this one, so you probably read it first, but I want to give it it's own post - Rest Easy, Margaret.

Introductions seem to be in order...

2009-04-03T12:24:00.007-05:00

So, for those of you who don't know me, I guess I better fill you in. My good friend Vix asked me to come on board here and it's only fair that you all know something about me, I'm really not that great at this introduction thing so I'll give you all what I can come up with on short notice.

First off I'd like to say to Vixen, thank you it's a pleasure to be invited on board this crazy blog of yours and I promise to try to contribute often and maintain the high standards of blogging that you have set here!!

Anyways, here goes:

Name: TJ at least until you get to know me better.
Martital Status: Married (to the greatest guy in the whole world!!)
Place of Residence: ummm Canada of course! The wonderful land of snow and more snow!!!
Dependant Status: One furry little pussy cat who has an attitude bigger than Vix!!! Age: None of your damn business
Music: A little bit of everything but to name just a few: Rob Zombie, AC/DC, Disturbed, Crazy Town, Fleetwood Mac (my own guilty pleasure), Ozzy, Black Sabbath, Nickleback, Nirvana and many, many, many more.
Movies: Again a little of everything but a few titles: The Strangers, Hostel, Hostel II, Saw, Saw II, Saw III, Saw IV, Saw V, Rosemary's Baby, Big Daddy, Godfather, Shawshank Redemption, who am I kidding I love lots and lots of movies.
Favorite Books: I'll read anything, but Stephen King is my all time favorite.
Favorite Place: anywhere warm but Vegas is my true favorite next to my camp.
Hobbies: Kayaking, reading, fishing, boating anything that lets me get out into the warm sun.

That's all I have for now, maybe I'll get motivated to post more soon, but for the time being this will have to do.

Lots of luv and see ya all soon :)

TJ

I Cannot Tell a Lie

2009-04-03T00:04:00.007-05:00

My ego controls my actions.

Well, it's out there now, and I can't reel it back in.

So I'll continue...

I went out with a girl from work a few weeks ago, Friday the 13th to be exact. Her "man" had just recently dumped her; called her at work nonetheless to break the news. Now, when I get dumped, all hell breaks loose - the ground opens up, flowers wilt, and fire rains from the clouds. Or at least it would had I ever been dumped. But not her, no. She caves. She cries. She asks Vixen to go out with her. To a bar. Bars and I don't get along. Bars are full of drunk people, and drunk people piss me off.

The entire time, she's begging me to call her Ex, whom we'll call, ummm.. I can't think of a name derogatory enough. I should put the fuckhead's real name up here, but alas, I still have one moral - and fortunately for him, it is to not bash losers with their real names.

Ok, so I have no morals, and he's not that fortunate. Matt. We'll call him Matt.

So I call Matt. I don't tell him who I am though, because he wants nothing to do with her, won't talk to her, so on so forth. Therefore, it's my job to get him to talk to her. Lucky me. I play it up, tell him how good he sounds over the phone, and oh yes, baby, fuck you sound hot, I soooo want to meet you, mhmm. *giggle*

What I didn't know, mind you, was that the dumb ho told him she worked with me, and he remembered working with me from when I worked at the hospital. Nice.

So now, Matt has my number, and has agreed to let my friend come over so long as, and only if "you come with her."

Like I was going anywhere else by this time. I apologized to the guy who really was hot, took the number he slipped me, and headed to the door with my girl friend. Because I'm ~~stupid~~ loyal like that. After all, I'd had a bit to drink and the party had only just begun. Besides, I had verbally whored myself out and I wasn't about to miss the aftermath.

Maybe I shouldn't be telling you all this. It kind of makes me look like the drunk idiot. But.. It makes Matt look even worse since he couldn't even get a totally trashed me to fuck him.

So I'll continue...

We get there, I call him from the driveway and tell him we had arrived. We enter. His house is really cute. Little two bedroom. I should have said "could have been really cute" if he hadn't been the one to decorate. I step past him to investigate, "you don't mind if I look around?" He shakes his head no - a wise move, because I don't like being denied my requests, you know. I do, on the other hand, like a man who knows how to obey. I allow them to live. My main concern was with the bathroom's locale - I'd been drinking, after all. I didn't enter his bedroom, even to look around. I'd have had to open the door, anyway.

Between my several dozen trips to the lavatory and texting sprees while sitting on the couch listening to them converse rationally (their conversation was only rational - or at a reasonable volume level when I was on the couch. If I wasn't in the room it was shrieking slander city.) As usual, I said the things everyone was thinking and should have said ages ago, but were too chickenshit to say. Things such as "so Matt, 'Kid #2' may be yours, and you know this.. Why haven't you demanded a paternity test??"

Yeah, I'm a blast at parties. Just hire me as a party favor for your next bash. Just don't tell me any secrets before I'm scheduled to perform.

She left at 11:45. I stayed with Matt. I wasn't done and she wanted me to keep talking to him.

"Convince him to give me another chance."

Whatever dumbshit. I just don't want to get sober yet.

I'm annoyed by this girl. She's stupid.

I'm gonna speed through the rest, because it makes me cringe to think about. Between midnight and 3:30 a.m. several things took place. They argued on the phone, I texted others, he moved from his chair to the couch beside me, his bedroom door suddenly became open during one of my trips to the bathroom, the lights went out, he wound up on the floor on his knees.. At my feet. Ok, cool. He belongs there. But it wasn't until his hands went from my feet, to my calves, then reached my upper thighs that I realized that whoa.. Yuck.

I should only be allowed to drink in padded rooms, surrounded by gorgeous people who were gorgeous before I got inebriated and not because of my inebriation. Fuck, who am I kidding? He wasn't gorgeous after I got inebriated. What I need is a bodyguard. An extremely attractive bodyguard, at that, just so if I wake up half clothed, with people I don't know - at least they look good. I'm too fond of mauling my drinking buddies.

But even drunk, I'm still not stupid.

I pushed him off of me, told him I was leaving, he offered to let me spend the night (lucky me, eh?), I told him thanks but no thanks, I'd rather walk home. And walk home I did. I got here at 4 a.m. and spent the rest of the night on the phone with a man I began talking to from Facebook.

My phone rings at noon - it's Matt - he leaves a message stating that he was just calling to make sure I got home. Are you fucking kidding me?

I haven't spoken to him since that night, but he's sure talked about me. He told the dumb ass that we "held hands". Yeah, I cracked up when she told me that. What're we in, grade school? The only time I touched him on purpose was when I shoved the phone at him, "call your fucking girlfriend!" He also asked her to "hook us up" and carried on about how he'd liked me since we worked at the hospital together.

Might I mention that he was stone-cold sober. Yeah.

Ever since, she's been attached to my hip. She also spent the night with him a week later, the next Friday. The Friday, in fact, that he had asked me to come over as I was his "perfect partner". Yeah, yeah, she fucked him alright. She lied to me about it, but her car was parked in his driveway. She had to come clean when she came to me at work with, "Vixen, I'm afraid I may be pregnant." Hahahahaaaaa. The only thing worse than a drunk dumb ass is a sober dumb ass.

So Here's the Deal

2009-04-02T12:47:00.004-05:00

I don't have much free time. But I'm back.

I figured there was no better fitting day to return than Thursday.

The blog transformation is incomplete as of yet, but it's begun.

Anyway, lets cover the basics again, for those of you who may have forgotten (not forgotten me of course, but forgotten the basics).

I'm Vixen. I'm 231 years old. I like animals better than people. I currently work as a CMA at a local Assisted Living community. I start Nursing school in August. I was reading an old post of mine the other day - Just to Post - where I said that nursing wasn't for me, but I was reconsidering since CPR, trache tubes and breaking ribs were just so spiffy! Well, I decided to do it; so I applied last month, and I was accepted as one of 40 out of 170 applicants.

My email address is scalvak@gmail.com. When you email me, kindly put a subject so I'll actually read it. Thank you. Send all the love/hate mail there.

I have two dogs: Dingo and Savannah. Nugget lives with my mom now, I may have mentioned this before, since he tried to maim Savannah and she'd have eventually had to murder his stubby little ass (and I honestly couldn't have much blamed her).

Previously I told you all about The Mechanic and how well we hit it off. Things were great for awhile, but eventually his daughter got in the way. This is why I don't date men with offspring, people! I tolerated the shit for awhile, but finally told him "your daughter has you by the balls, and I'm not up to playing house." He's texted me a few times since, but with no response from me.

This means I'm single. And between my school and work schedule and my utter disgust for the male population at the moment, I plan on far better screening my dating applicants.

I'm also including drug testing this time around.

Possibly a sperm count too. I don't want any fucking offspring.

Fuck, I hate kids.

Well, I'm off to go get ready for work (yay.), so if you're here reading, keep going - there's ton of shit for you here.

Oh, and welcome back.

Pardon the Mess

2009-04-01T16:48:00.000-05:00

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