What’s In Your Wallet?

Apple should’ve come up with something snappy like that for iPod.  “What’s in your iPod?” 

No, really.  What’s in it?  Whatcha got in the way of playlists?  What gets your groove on these days??

Here’s what’s on mine:

• Napoleon Dynamite Soundtrack - Dialog clips and all, but I notice that the opening credits song is not there.  This chaps my hide.
• Nacho Libre Soundtrack - I don’t know how they let this get past them, but they forgot to put on a clip of Nacho saying, “Chancho!  I need some sweaaaaaatssss…”
• Mom’s Dirty Little Secret - Assorted country-type songs that have been permitted to grace my eardrums without causing permanent hearing damage.
• Nod Ya Head - Music that causes mi cabesa to bob up and down or sway side to side with a sliver of a grin brought on by the tunes on this list.  Included are: “Put Your Records On” by Corinne Bailey Rae, and “I’ve Got You” by Ari Hest.
• Road Trip - Because you never know when you need every song under the sun.

This news is so bad, I can’t even think of a title for the post.

Bon Jovi is on the Lost Highway tour, and there are no Northern California/Northern Nevada tour dates!

I have to go lie down.  This is just too much.

P.S. Your Husband Will Never Be Better Than Mine

My husband is the most fantastic man in the universe. I’ve had this wretched cold for 3 1/2 weeks now, and he took Monday off of work to take care of me and make sure I got some rest. Little did he know he’d be taking Tuesday and Wednesday off, too!

He just took care of every single thing we needed. Stayed up all hours getting ready for the subsitute, did laundry, did grocery shopping, made meals, kept the kids away from me in my hours of trial, played cards with me and patted my head during my numerous crying jags when I was so tired and frustrated with being sick.

He also hasn’t let on if he’s freaked out or not about the fact that when we went to have our flat tire filled until we can get it to our regular tire place we found out we need two new tires and an alignment.

There’s no need to feel bad that my husband is so much better than everyone else’s, I’m sure theirs get points just for trying.

Good night!

Never On An Empty Stomach

So, basically I’ve been on the brink of death for the last 36 hours.  Not really, but it sure felt like it.  And it all started with the lamest thing.  I popped some Sudafed on an empty stomach.

It was an accident, trust me, one that will never EVER happen again!  My stomach has been on fire and in such pain… it hurt so bad I threw up 15 times in 90 minutes, and despite my propensity for it, I am not exaggerating.  I was so freaked out we went to the ER yesterday morning.  I hit my regular doc this morning who prescribed some serious Zantac, and by noon I was feeling on the mend.  I must have said it out loud and tempted the fates though, because after having a bowl of just rice I nearly (thought I had) died again. 

I harassed the doctor’s office and finally got a call back from the nurse who taught me the new thing I learned today.  She told me that Dr. S wants me to keep up with the Zantac and that he’d called in some painkillers for me and I was like, “Dude, you’re not getting it.  MY STOMACH IS ON FIRE!  IT HURTS WORSE THAN CHILDBIRTH BUT IT’S NOT SOMETHING YOU POP A VICODIN FOR!”  Apparently it works for murderous stomach pain as well, and sure enough… after Shana the Beautiful picked up my prescription I ate the blandest thing I could find and downed two of them in the hopes that I wasn’t in for more torture.  Twenty minutes later I sit before you a free woman.

I am not going to die.

I can stop being afraid of water now (I’m reeeeeally thirsty and tired of gatorade!).

The blessing I got right before my angel of mercy (that’s you, Shana) came over worked!

Where’s the Beef?

I need meat.  LOTS OF MEAT!  Whenever I get sick, I crave beef like lungs need air.  I’m so thirsty I can’t drink enough.  Nothing sounds good to drink.  Water, water, more water, some propel, a little juice, tea, water, propel, more water, etc., etc., etc..  Nothing satiates me.

Except beef!

So, what’d you make me for dinner?

Where Is That Death Hole When I Need It???

As per my usual Thursday evening activities, I was parked in front of the boob tube for my Thursday Trifecta.  “Survivor”, “CSI: Crime Scene Investigation”, and “Grey’s Anatomy”, every Thursday, like clockwork.  I could be dead in a ditch, but my plethora of dental fillings would pick up a television signal somewhere and I would still know what was happening on Thursday evening prime time.

In line with my usual watching habits, A3 and I talk during each commercial break of Grey’s.  During one of these ridiculously long breaks, nature called.  I knew A3 would be calling so I made it as quick as I could, and sure enough as I was making my exit, B, came towards me with the phone extended saying, “Oh nevermind, here she is.”  I grab the phone and start lamenting, “Hey, I had to pee sometime…” to which the reply was “Yes, we all do, don’t we?  Hey, is Brother J at home?  blah blah blah wonk wonk…”

ZOINKS!!!!

“WHO IS THIS?!?!?!”

“Oh, this is the elders…”

And this would be where I start looking for that hole to crawl into so I can die of embarassment.

So Far, So Good?

I started the Lithium on Saturday night.  Isn’t that something they make batteries with?  My friend Shana the Beautiful asked me how it was working out for me today, and I had to think for a minute.  Which signals to me (the fact that I had to think about it) that it must be working okay.  I decided that I don’t feel like me yet, but that I feel significantly less pissed off than has been the norm as of late.  So that’s good.  And, you know, it’s only been three days so it can only go up from there, right?