Sunny, who continues to be a delight, decided to jump on the desk. I picked him up to give him a cuddle and he farted. This is not, in and of itself, news, since kittens are pretty gassy, but it was an actual toot and not the silent-but-deadly variety.

I am laughing like a loon.

I am 12. :D

(So much has happened since we got the little doofbucket: Sheldon had - and recovered from - an $1100 tummy ache acute pancreatitis, we went to the zoo - my feet didn't hurt even with all of that walking, and school started up again. Did I mention I like the quiet? I love the quiet.)

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Jun. 26th, 2017 02:14 pm
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Declan had his end-of-year field trip today and I volunteered to go with them. We walked to TheMuseum and back, which is 1.7 km one way, according to the Googs. That was...a lot of walking. And a lot of screaming. So many small children. Noise noise noise.

I had the option, after we got back, of taking Declan home or leaving him at school. No prizes for guessing that I am home and he is not. :)

Up next, some ibuprofen for my headache and maybe put my clothes back on (I stripped down to cool off because I was overheated) and possibly have a bit of a lie down. I don't really want a nap, but I could use the quiet and the horizontal.

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Oct. 17th, 2005 08:01 am
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When I think of Severus Snape these days, for some reason, I think more of Trent Reznor than Alan Rickman. How odd is that? I think it's just an overall look thing as opposed to the character itself.

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Sep. 20th, 2005 10:31 pm
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This just in! Late breaking news! I found black ankle boots that fit at ValuVillage. w00t! You now may return to your regularly scheduled lives...

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Sep. 19th, 2005 04:52 pm
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I finally got back from having my mouth raped cavity filled. I have that drooly dog mouth feeling. I'm not actually drooling, but it feels that way. Even drinking water is something I have to think about so half of it doesn't end up down the front of my shirt. I had to buy milk plus a few other things for work tomorrow and I treated myself to some licorice tea. Small problem, if water requires thought and care, something hot might not be so clever. Maybe, after the freezing has worn off, I'll have some tonight. And, to top it all off, I forgot to buy bus tickets. Crap.

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Sep. 17th, 2005 09:38 am
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Aside from some housework that needs doing, I'm not doing much else today. Last weekend and the ones coming up are going to be a whirlwind of activity, and with going back to work on Tuesday, it'll be good to have a day to just putter around the house and not go anywhere or see anybody.

Speaking of doing not much today, I should go and watch me some Saturday morning cartoons. :)
Mr Santos was not at the club tonight. He was missed.

Other than that, for entertainment value, there was a train wreck in a sleeveless peach flowing thing, blue jeans that were two sizes too small and a mauve thong that was visible for far more of the evening than it should have been.

Chicky poo was even getting up [livejournal.com profile] wildelf's nose about requesting songs that he didn't have and wouldn't play if he did. He told her as much more than once, too. And she just refused to get it.

A group of us had the misfortune of watching her play pool very badly (so badly, in fact, I wanted to go over and just drop the 8-ball into a pocket so they would have to stop playing), but the coup de grace was when she and her boytoy decided to dance on the stage. It was beyond train wreck and into Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.

It was laughably bad, and if she remembers it tomorrow (she was three sheets to a very strong wind), also extremely embarrassing. I think her dancing was meant to be titillating, but the stimulated sex/dry humping looked awkward and silly. Oh well, at least I got a laugh out of it.
Whilst garging (that's garage sale-ing, folks), I found a chandelier with glass crystals on it for a measly $3. [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych couldn't believe that I had purchased such a thing, mostly on account that we really really have no use for it. I told him I wanted it for the crystals. He grumbled about it, but that's about it.

I finally got around to stripping the glass from it this morning. Now I had previously thought that it only had crystals around the top and that the bits I could see at the bottom of the box were extras. Now, even for $3, 30 medium octagons, 5 small and 5 teardrops is a bargain, but I searched through the box anyway, just to make sure that I had everything.

Turns out, there was more than just what was on the top.

On the bottom tier, there were another 50 (!) medium octagons, 30 small ones and 30 teardrops. There was a point, too, when everytime I looked, I was finding more. So that makes 150 crystals for only $3...or, if you prefer, 2ยข for each one. Bargain.

Needless to say the chandelier is well and truly pillaged and ready to go to Generations for someone else to enjoy as it still works. Minus the crystals, of course. :)

EDIT: They took the chandelier at Generations. This pleases me. And when I went in to have a quick look around, I noticed a similar chandelier mysteriously missing all of its crystal, too. Gee, I wonder how that happened. :)

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Aug. 16th, 2005 02:58 pm
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I feel so incredibly lazy. I should be looking for work...oh, wait a minute, I already did that this morning. It hasn't hit the stressful point yet where not having a paycheque means not paying bills, but it feels very decadent to have all this free time for me.

Now don't get me wrong, I've gotten stuff done like finished off the thank you notes from the funeral donations and prepped/primed the walls in the living room for some touch up painting. It just seems, though, like I'm not doing enough with my time, that I should be out there pounding the pavement looking for something that I know I'll despise because it puts money in the bank.

I guess what it boils down to is a little bit of a guilty feeling because it seems I'm being slothful while [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych is slogging away at the Hell that Goes Up. I could go back, if I wanted, but I just can't.

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Aug. 15th, 2005 09:56 am
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I am now free of the tyranny of the yellow rug. No more shall I be disgusted by what was feline eaten and then regurgitated. No more shall I have to look at the stains left by such violent expulsions. And no more shall I have to drag out the beast that feeds to inadequately hoover its low surface. I am free.

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Aug. 8th, 2005 05:53 pm
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It's official...the food has started to arrive.

([livejournal.com profile] robertom's mom just dropped off dinner...no, I'm not kidding)

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Aug. 3rd, 2005 10:18 am
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Okay...so now what?

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Jul. 18th, 2005 06:17 pm
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The heat makes my brain all melty. It's hard to think. And so easy to be randomly violent.

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Jun. 24th, 2005 12:32 am
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Things were better today. After the rocky start and the crash, there was some improvement. Before Shannon went into the Cath Lab, the doctors and nurses were tense and falsely hopeful. After, the hope was genuine and the relief was obvious.

It's really odd when you're waving to doctors in the hallway because you know who they are. It's not unpleasant, but it is a reminder that we've spent too much freaking time in that hospital. One of the nurses that looked after Shannon when she was in a step-down room on 4D noticed that we were waiting in the Surgical Lounge and came in to talk to us. Today, while Shannon was in the Cath Lab, she came in again to see how things were. It was comforting, in a way, if a bit strange...mostly on account of her being from Elmira and having worked with Shannon's paediatrician. Small world, indeed.

Dried cantaloupe is really tasty.

Walking down Yonge, there was a mounted policeman. There is definitely a dichotomy between the horse (which was a lovely chocolate brown) and the flak jacket and firearm. On the way back from seeing "Madagascar", we passed a group of fairies. I'm not being derogatory, either. It was a group of gay men dressed in pink leotards with tutus and carrying fairy wands. :)

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Jun. 16th, 2005 07:37 pm
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It looks like we'll be staying in Toronto until next Tuesday.

meh. I had more to say, but it just doesn't seem all that important right now.

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Jun. 10th, 2005 03:32 pm
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I can't believe how disappointed I am right now.

It's hot in our apartment, so hot, in fact, that we decided to spend money we just couldn't afford on lunch in an air conditioned place. After that we ran a few errands before coming home, where the heat is at near stifling levels.

I had to pick up some photos that were ready at Bents. So [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych parked the car but left the engine idling (to keep the air conditioning going...with the baby in the car, it was necessary) and I walked across the street to pick them up. I had to go by the high end (?) women's clothing shop called Seasons. And it was in the window that I saw a tank top (I guess, it didn't have anything that I would call sleeves) that is more appropriate for T-Shirt Hell than a fashionable (?) clothing store in uptown Waterloo. Are you ready? The shirt was green and in pink lettering across the chest it said "Melon Cooler". How's that for classy?

After that it was a quick trip to Now and Then. Which is where my disappointment begins. (Quick backstory: Because of the whole initial Shannon thing, I was unable to get back to Now and Then in a timely fashion and my box was dissolved. I had it reinstated and did my best to get to the store at regular-ish intervals.) I go in, say hello to Gerrald and go to my sub box. Which is completely empty. It wasn't when I was there last, but it is now.

What the...?

So I talk to Gerrald for a bit and find out that my sub box has been dissolved AGAIN without warning or a phone call or anything. Just gone. Years of loyalty thrown out the window for the sake of commerce.

Okay. To be fair to the new owner, it has been about 6 weeks since I was there last, but to dissolve my sub box without a phone call asking me to come in when I know that my number is on file feels like a kick to the head with steel-toed boots.

So right now I'm of two minds: on the one hand, I want to call Dave and get this all sorted out so I can have my sub box again, but on the other, I wonder if it's even worth it and just quit collecting comics altogether (or, at the very least, quit going to Now and Then altogether).

I feel betrayed and I'm disappointed that my loyalty isn't worth a lousy phone call.

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Jun. 10th, 2005 08:40 am
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I got jolted awake this morning by a crying baby. I roll out of bed, put on my glasses and go to see what the fuss is about. As I step around the corner to look into the crib, my foot makes contact with something cold and wet. What the...? One of the cats yakked me a present and I've just stepped in it. Great.

The baby's fine (it may have been a nightmare or even the sudden noise of a garbage truck), but now I really have to pee, so I hobble to the bathroom, careful about not putting my pukey foot on the floor and empty my bladder. Then I clean up my foot and the two puddles of yak (one on the hardwood that I stepped in and the other on the rug) before feeding the baby (who, thankfully, wasn't screaming for food).

I don't think anyone would call this an ideal morning. :P

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Jun. 9th, 2005 10:22 am
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I cleaned the kitchen last night. It's not spotless, but it's a damn sight better than it was (the top of the refrigerator is no longer grey and fuzzy!). It needed doing, but now I have the impetus to do so. [livejournal.com profile] clawfoot is going to be house sitting while we're in Toronto, and even though she's seen the kitchen at its worst (when I was painting it one July...ugh!), that's still no excuse. It was becoming an embarrassment to me, even if no one else noticed.

Part of the process involved cleaning the grey film off of the liquor bottles. At least now you don't need gloves to touch one. Some of them were pretty disgusting. And I also cleaned out the toaster. The crumb tray was only part of it. After I removed that and emptied it, I gave the toaster a shake. By the end, I had a nice pile of crumbs (three times what was in the crumb tray) on the counter. I must remember to do that more often.

I also did something last night that I thought I'd never ever do. Many years ago (ten, eleven?), a bottle filled with red-brown liquid was given to me by Michelle. It was stoppered and sealed with wax. She said it was Neil Gaiman's blood and while I knew that it wasn't, it was still a prized possession. Last night, I emptied the bottle, cleaned off the wax and threw away the cork. When I was doing it, it felt good, but now the empty bottle just seems so sad. I think I'll have to find something else to fill it with, but what, I don't know.

My feet are swollen again. It was a constant when I was pregnant (and it got pretty bad), but last night I noticed that my feet felt odd when I was in the midst of cleaning. When I looked down, my ankles had disappeared and the tops of my feet were jiggly. I drank some water, and that helped, but I'm not impressed. Gah! The heat and humidity can stop now. I'm done, thank you very much.

Pre-Op, Day 1

Jun. 6th, 2005 04:26 pm
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Man, am I tired. And tomorrow...well, tomorrow will be tomorrow. The same but different.

I'm not making much sense. I would apologize, but, well, you're just going to have to follow me.

Next week, Shannon goes in for surgery. Today was the first Pre-Op visit at Sick Kids. We got up too early after going to bed later than we should have (because we had to wait to feed her) and I even got up in the middle of the night when Shannon demanded food. I didn't sleep well when I could sleep. I have no idea why I'm not napping now and why I've not fallen over exhausted because my body is *forcing* me to get some sleep.

Anyway. Traffic was stupid. No, really. I don't know how people can commute five days a week. Just driving to Sick Kids every other month and hitting the morning rush is enough to convince me that working within the city transit routes or walking is exactly what I want.

We hit the Expressway at about 7:25 and didn't make it to the hospital until 9:32. That's nearly two hours for what should have been about a 75 minute drive.

Today they had to put Shannon under sedation for an echocardiogram and an electrocardiogram. She didn't like being force fed this nasty medication for the priviledge, but she didn't throw it up immediately afterwards, so she didn't have to go through the ordeal twice.

They did what they needed to do and then we got to feed her after she was awake again (she hadn't had food since the night feed...the 100 mL of water with some sugar and her meds doesn't count). She kept it down and that meant we could go and have something to eat and then go home.

I had moussaka and roasted potatoes for lunch. Yum! When I was waiting for the cafeteria lady to serve up my order, two women were standing beside me. One of them said, "it's like going on holiday!" I wanted to tell them that the last time I remember having had moussaka was in Fira on the island of Santorini in late May of 2000, but I didn't and only hoped that what I was going to be putting in my belly was at least edible. It was quite tasty. Not as good as the stuff from Fira, but it satisfied a craving I didn't even know I had.

Tomorrow, we have to be at Sick Kids for Pre-OP, Day 2 at 7:30 am! That means we have to leave here no later than 5:30. And I don't even want to think about what time my alarm will be going off tomorrow morning. :P

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Jun. 4th, 2005 02:42 pm
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I went garging this morning with [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych and [livejournal.com profile] clawfoot. We bundled Tabula Rasa into her carseat and hit mostly street sales simply because it's a lot easier to push a stroller than carry a baby everywhere. Between the three of us, we spent less than $3, and we all got something. I even found a shiny pin to replaced the one that was stolen from my chocolate brown suede jacket late last year.

Now the baby and [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych are both asleep and I should go and clean the bathroom or something instead of stalk LJ. :)

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