Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

1.)  republican 8   7%
 2.)  democrat 11   10%
 3.)  libertarian 9    8%
 4.)  guns are groovy 13   12%
 5.)  guns are evil 12   11%
 6.)  christian 9   8%
 7.)  non-christian 15   14%
 8.)  love kids 19   18%
 9.)  dislike kids 11   10%

Jason Mewes has disappeared.
A flowchart of a bunch of fetishes, trying to explain how they’re related. I don’t even know what 90% of these things are. A sneeze fetish?
Check up on the latest theme park accidents.
The big list of RPG plots.
The Germans have run amok, host the first annual Extreme Ironing Championship. Yes, ironing.
A mature young Muslim man.
Here’s the ho-bag who beat the snot out of her 4 year old daughter last week.

I am still feeling singularly terrible. I’ve had a pounding headache and nausea for days now, along with lethargy and boobal pain. I started feeling miserable after my surgery. I really hope I didn’t get one of those nasty hospital infections that doesn’t respond to any antibiotics. I read a story earlier about a woman who almost died from a papercut.

I’ve been curled up in bed with a bottle of Pepto and a bottle full of ibuprofin and I still feel really awful.

It doesn’t help that the almost-3-y.o. has now developed roseola. Luckily the high fever part and (most of the) bitchiness are gone, but she’s still not feeling 100% either and she’s covered in spots. Hub’s tired of everyone being sick and he hollers at everyone regularly. The only one in the house who’s been nice to be around lately has been the little one, who is impossibly cute and sweet.

Dubya’s most recent brain fart. (requires Real Player)
Tell me this surprises you, I dare you.

Forbes declares that Bill Gates is no longer the world’s richest man.
U.K. healthcare system is in the toilet. Literally.
Hungry? Head to Indiana. They have some pickled fingers.
Greyhound nurses deer, who is now apparently alpha dog.
You are in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike.
German Justice Minister compares Bush to Hitler. Takes one to know one?

Today’s my five year anniversary of not smoking. I’ve saved over $6000 and not smoked 45,000 cigarettes.

After much debate we’ve decided not to go to the ranch this weekend. I’m pretty bummed about it, because I miss my family a bunch, but I’m still in pain after my surgery last week. On top of that we’ve got the kids not sleeping well and the tummy bug thing. I’m not feeling well at all right now, bleh.

Oh, here’s the quilt I just finished. I have a picture here of the top of the last one I made, before quilting and finishing it. I’m working on a king sized one for our bed now, in this pattern. The colors I’m using are more fall toned though – greens, rusts, browns, turquoise, gold, etc. I’m also making an applique quilt. Right now I’ve gotten the first 2 blocks completely done and am halfway through the third.

Ugh, think it’s time to curl up in bed for about 15 hours.

Do not read this entry if you’re eating.

Remember when I said that my boob was making sloshing noises? Well today I lay down on the floor of the office to try to convince the baby to take a nap with me. Hub came home and saw me there and told me to go up and sleep in a real bed. I stood up and noticed a huge red puddle on the floor. And my shirt. Horrified, I ran upstairs to see what the deal was (leaving a trail behind me like a wounded animal). I had sprung a major leak. My boob’s not sloshing anymore. Between all my bloody clothes and the floor, it looked like someone had commited a murder in the house.

I had my doctor paged and he called me back and said everything was ok and apologized profusely for this happening, like he was somehow responsible. He said he planned to take care of the extra fluid in my office visit tomorrow (think big needles). He’s such a nice guy, I really like him.

I have had gross things happen with my body before. Once I bent over and saltwater inexplicably gushed out of my nose. Once I coughed and a pellet came out. Recently I pulled out a stitch that had been there for 10 years. I have to say that this was the topper.

I was awakened this morning by the baby again. This time it wasn’t a sweet good morning kiss, no siree. Apparently she had gotten all excited because a cat jumped up on the bed, so she whipped her head around to tell me about it and she misjudged, so she slammed her teeth into my nose. Now I have a big nose bruise and a headache.

Just in, from the TMI dept: the whole family is ill. I’m sending hub out to the store for toilet paper and Imodium.