Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Health, Schmealth

Happy Veterans' Day. If you know any High School age children, here is an essay contest they can participate in next year.

I am a little disappointed in my healing speed. I hoped to heal up in one week and then go on vacation. :P

I still have a sleep, walk, sit cycle going. I need to let my pain meds run out before I do anything I can be held accountable for. Friday night I logged in to my work email, saw there was a lot to download and took my kids to the video store on the corner... I got home and it was still downloading, then I looked at it. There was a spam attack and I had like 1,000 spam. I deleted the junk but then I had to take my medicine again so that's all I got done. :P (Yes, this is the emoticon of the day. Don't worry, it's not aimed at you! : )

I should not be required to talk to my boss on the phone in this condition. He now knows all about my plans to study for Jeopardy, write an open-mic night comedy routine, take a two-week vacation, and study for the CPA. Dammit. Now, I'm jinxed. :P

Name this logical fallacy: You didn't do the dishes. Therefore, you don't love me.

I had a problem last week. I had my timing wrong. I can't fall asleep late afternoon and wake up at 6 in pain and rage because the house is dark and the pots are cold and I've got one boy on computer games, another boy on PS2 and some guy in the garage at the workbench. So yesterday I went to sleep early so I could get up in the late afternoon and be more involved. So I had a real nice time talking to my teenager, in a good mood. But then it shut down when it came chore time. Hmmm.

So I've got a new plan. If you do dishes I will come sit by you and talk to you and it will be fun. If you don't, you are going to be so bored. :P

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Funniest thing that happened "today": I was throwing socks in the washer, straightening them out and I told my son, "You need to unroll your socks before you put them in the laundry." He said, "No, I don't." I said, "Listen, mister, yes you do. They're your socks!" He said, "No, I mean I don't have to unroll them. They come unrolled automatically in the washing machine."

Aaahhhh! :P

3 comments:

Sue said...

hmmm...I'll have to try that with the socks, I'm not sure he's right, but I've never tried it.

Definitely not a good idea to talk to your boss in this mood!

Qaro said...

He thought the washing machine itself unrolled the socks when it was really _me_ taking care of it. We got that one straightened out now.

Yeah, maybe my boss thinks it's funny or maybe it will come back to bite me. At least my drug-fueled grandoise dreams suit me. I could have decided I want to become a stripper and move to Vegas. Which would just be stupid... The competition is less tough around here.

(kidding!)

Sue said...

I'm glad you're keeping your sense of humor! Hope the healing continues.