Archive for October, 2002


October 17, 2002 - 5:09 pm 2 Comments

I knew it was going to be a bad day when I went out to the car and saw a badly mutilated squirrel, at least I think it was a squirrel, with yellow jackets and flies all over it, lying on the ground right next to the car.

So I went to the doctor who said that I would have to have a wet dressing for the next month. This means that every day I have to go to the Wound Care office at the hospital and have them pack the huge hole my boob with saline-soaked gauze and tape it closed. Isn’t that gross?

The hospital is having some sort of drill today and they have all but the main entrances locked. There is a cop and a guy with a Geiger counter at the main entrance, checking badges. The hospital people claim it’s a drill for a Code White, which is a major catastrophe like a bomb or a plane crash.

All in all, an unnerving day.

Really uncool

October 17, 2002 - 8:42 am 1 Comment

My stitches came loose. Gaping wound. Gaping. What kind of damned doctor’s office doesn’t open by 8:30, anyway?

Utterly exhausted

October 16, 2002 - 12:57 pm Comments Off on Utterly exhausted

The girls came back home on Monday and the 1 year old hasn’t let me put her down for more than 30 minutes yet. She woke up yesterday at 6:30 am and didn’t take a nap all day long. We finally got her to sleep around 11 pm. The whole time she was on my lap, save a morning nap I took and the hour I went to buy a new sewing machine.

She keeps pounding on my chest and I’m in awful pain, and I don’t feel like I’m getting the support that I need. What’s a girl to do?

Food for thought

October 14, 2002 - 1:26 pm 7 Comments

Do advocates of alternative lifestyles sabotage their own causes by indicating that it’s acceptable for strangers to discuss what goes on between two consenting adults behind closed doors?

Blast(?) from the past

October 13, 2002 - 10:45 pm 1 Comment

Yesterday I was listening to the radio while sewing and heard an ad for a new club that’s opening in the Warehouse District. The formerly hep Sixth Street is no longer where it’s at; now all the cool kids go to the Warehouse District. Anyway, the commercial mentioned that Saturday night, DJ so-and-so would be spinning.

DJ so-and-so was a pretty good friend of mine about 10 years ago. He was always a bad boy; when we met he was under electronic surveillance as a condition of his probation. He spent some time in jail later on for credit card fraud. He was tall and very well dressed and very handsome and I had a Thing for him. Since he had that electronic surveillance thing on his ankle, he couldn’t go out at night so I would go hang out at his house and we’d play Tetris until the wee small hours. No, that is not a euphemism, we’d really play Nintendo games until 3.

Later on, he asked if I could put a friend of his up for a while until he found his own place. I agreed, and said friend ended up robbing me and cleaning me out of every damn thing I had that was small enough to fit into a car. A blender. A sleeping bag. Beer from the fridge. Everything. The police couldn’t do anything about it (they said) because the fingerprints would be inconclusive since the friend was staying there. Doesn’t matter that he asked the garage apartment neighbor for a ladder, claiming he lost his key and wanted to go in through a window. This all happened the week before I moved to Austin and on the plus side, I was able to rent a smaller U-Haul and I had much, much less boxes to pack.

DJ so-and-so and I remained friends for a few years. Eventually I told him to jump off a ledge, after the umpteenth time that he stood me up or let me down or used me. A few years later I ran into his little sister at a party. She was just as nice as always, and I was glad to have seen her.

As for the burglarizing friend, I got an anonymous phone call from a girl that he had done wrong by, saying that he was the one who took the stuff and what pawn shop it was in. I told the police, who didn’t give a shit. 5 or so years later I saw the guy at a club. I was too upset to say anything to him, and he didn’t know it was me standing in front of him, but I did manage to step backwards and dig a spike heel into his instep. Oops.

I noticed on that he’s serving jail time. That gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside.

Speaking of cops not doing anything, that reminds me of the time that I heard my car alarm going off at 3 am, ran out to see that someone had broken the window, called the cops, and waited… and waited… and waited… for an hour and a half. I called them again, they said they might get someone over that night, maybe. I told them not to bother since nothing was stolen. At that same apartment complex there would occasionally be a bum who would camp out in the courtyard and snooze at night. The cops were pretty slow in getting that taken care of as well.

And don’t forget that you can’t spell “stupid” without “UTPD“. Right?


October 11, 2002 - 2:47 am 5 Comments

Thanks, all, for your well wishes. The surgery went well, and it’s just a waiting game to see if it actually did any good. Hub’s doing much better, but he’s still feeling a little puny.

I’m pissed off at the weather forecasters who promised us a cold front at the end of last week. You hear me, weather men? I’m waiting! I want my frigging cold front! Now now now!

Screw the $3mil Neiman Marcus Christmas present this year. I just want the $5000 sewing machine. It’s sexy.

I’ve completed my 144 blocks, and just have to sew them all together.

Does the movie version of The Mangler have anything at all to do with the short story? I didn’t think so.

We’re regulars at the hospital…

October 9, 2002 - 1:13 am 4 Comments

Just got back from the ER, where hub had to go get IV fluids because he was acutely dehydrated from the food poisoning he got from Whataburger.

We have to be back there in 8 hours for my surgery. I was extra nice to hub all day long so that I’ll get babied tomorrow. I am owed it.


October 8, 2002 - 2:31 am 2 Comments

I’m still alive, just busy. The kids are in Houston now in preparation for my surgery on Wednesday. I’m in the middle of three quilt projects. And I have two computer games sitting there calling my name. Heck, I don’t even check my link sites very often anymore.

Hub and dog are both asleep on the office floor and they are both snoring.