I just love lists.
1. So that football game that I will be playing in December? It just got ramped up a notch -- not only are we having pro-footballers there, and the entire community, but the room moms decided it would be "AWESOME" if we called it Beaches Bowl: Sixth Grade Showdown and created personalized logos, made shirts, clappers, pom poms and water bottles for the whole school to buy and wear! My team is the Destroyers and the other one is the Vikings. It is beginning to get bigger, and Bigger, and BIGGER by the day. And if you live here in Jax, you can come watch me on December 4, please a tumbler of Valium so that I can chill out about it.
2. I have a non-cancerous uterus! Woo! Finally all of the testing and everything else is done, so it looks like it is hormonal, and/or endometrosis. So, no word on if kids can happen or not, but honestly, the cancer thing was a lot more scary and I am glad that is not an option anymore.
3. I did NOT go back to Walmart. I had to get two more prescriptions, and I didn't go back because they would not have sold them for $4. This made me unbelievably happy, especially since my insurance actually covered them and it wasn't too bad. Needless to say, the pain in my whole head that I had for a month is gone! I feel like a new person.
4. I love my new school, even though I work all the time. We are going on a camp trip with the kids to the mountains of North Carolina in about 10 days, and I am excited! One thing I miss most about living in the North is the hiking. I love to hike. I would leave the city a lot on the weekends to go hike, and well, Florida is just flat. I have the beach, and love that, too, but I can't wait to be in the mountains. Even though it is so damn cold there, I will be sad about that.
5. I still haven't seen my drunk neighbors, one week later.
6. I finished the Twilight books, and I do think Bella and Edward belong together.
7. I broke up with Bikram yoga and now am a Baron Baptiste addict, but that is a whole other post.
8. I think I am happy to be blogging again, although sometimes I feel like why is anyone caring what I have to say?
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
The Economy Made Me Do It
I hate Walmart. I mean, I really, really hate it. I think it is an evil, horrible, terrible, giant, scary place that pretty much sums up all that is wrong in our world. FP and I never go. Ever. Call me an elitist snob, but I think it is a horrible, awful place, and if I need a GIANT superstore, I head to Target -- times when I need yoga clothes, the new Kanye CD, and some organic eggs, well those are times for Target.
But these are also tough times. Tough times because our AC broke, so I am home today watching the new one be installed. Thankfully, our home warranty covers this (not like it covered the plumbing), so instead of thousands, it is costing us hundreds.
But, I am also home because I have a sinus infection. You see, having a broken AC in Florida is a bad thing -- not only because it is 90 degrees, but also because it is perpetually allergy season. And I have terrible allergies. But we have a great filter system, so for the most part, they are kept at bay. But when your AC is broke for 10 days, you need to open the windows. And then, the allergies come in. And then, you get a horrible sinus infection. And finally you give in and go to the doctor and end up with four prescriptions. Steroids, antibiotics, inhalers -- awesome.
As I was checking out and paying my co-pay, I remarked that it would be a lot more money to get all the medicine. The very fabulous nurse told me to go to Walmart, because all of my prescriptions would be $4 under their program.
Dilemma. What to do? Go to this evil place? The place where everything bad in the world resides? OR, pay over a hundred dollars?
Evil won out.
I headed to the Walmart Super Center. And let me tell you, despite the fact I wasn't wearing the Walmart uniform of clothes three sizes too small for my ass, and/or slippers, and/or vial of crack, I walked right in.
The Super Center sits on 5 acres and is filled with: a nail salon, hair salon, McDonald's, bank, pharmacy, grocery store, regular Walmart crap, eye doctor and glasses place, AND a video arcade. I mean, you could live there -- you could go in and NEVER COME OUT. I think some people did live there.
I put my prescriptions in, and was told indeed they were all $4 (holy crap!!), and walked around for a little bit. To my chagrin, everything really is cheaper there. Things normally $10? They were $5. This is a serious dilemma. Prices rising, salaries not, was all making me think Walmart might have to be taken back into consideration.
After wandering, I sat down to wait for my stuff to be ready. There were six benches to sit on, and besides this other total crackhead lady waiting for some "pain" medicine she had to sign for and turn in forms for, I was the only one there. I was watching all of the people walk by, thinking where do they come from?? Why are they all so cracked out? Who is this nasty guy walking by me totally covered in sores? Wait, he is getting closer. What is he doing?
Sore guy slid and sat right next to me so that he was touching my leg, and said, in a "seductive" voice, "Hi there."
Now, you might all be thinking by this point that I am a total snot and all that, but in reality I deal with nasty, gross kid things everyday (pin worm outbreak. Lice infestation. Vomit. Snots. Poop.), and I really am not a terrible person (usually), but a guy covered in sores sitting on top of me, trying to pick me up in the Walmart pharmacy was really all too much. I slid as far away as I could on my bench and just looked straight ahead. After about a minute of him staring at me, he got up and walked away, my name was called, I paid a fraction of the price, and all was right.
Will I go back to Walmart......?
But these are also tough times. Tough times because our AC broke, so I am home today watching the new one be installed. Thankfully, our home warranty covers this (not like it covered the plumbing), so instead of thousands, it is costing us hundreds.
But, I am also home because I have a sinus infection. You see, having a broken AC in Florida is a bad thing -- not only because it is 90 degrees, but also because it is perpetually allergy season. And I have terrible allergies. But we have a great filter system, so for the most part, they are kept at bay. But when your AC is broke for 10 days, you need to open the windows. And then, the allergies come in. And then, you get a horrible sinus infection. And finally you give in and go to the doctor and end up with four prescriptions. Steroids, antibiotics, inhalers -- awesome.
As I was checking out and paying my co-pay, I remarked that it would be a lot more money to get all the medicine. The very fabulous nurse told me to go to Walmart, because all of my prescriptions would be $4 under their program.
Dilemma. What to do? Go to this evil place? The place where everything bad in the world resides? OR, pay over a hundred dollars?
Evil won out.
I headed to the Walmart Super Center. And let me tell you, despite the fact I wasn't wearing the Walmart uniform of clothes three sizes too small for my ass, and/or slippers, and/or vial of crack, I walked right in.
The Super Center sits on 5 acres and is filled with: a nail salon, hair salon, McDonald's, bank, pharmacy, grocery store, regular Walmart crap, eye doctor and glasses place, AND a video arcade. I mean, you could live there -- you could go in and NEVER COME OUT. I think some people did live there.
I put my prescriptions in, and was told indeed they were all $4 (holy crap!!), and walked around for a little bit. To my chagrin, everything really is cheaper there. Things normally $10? They were $5. This is a serious dilemma. Prices rising, salaries not, was all making me think Walmart might have to be taken back into consideration.
After wandering, I sat down to wait for my stuff to be ready. There were six benches to sit on, and besides this other total crackhead lady waiting for some "pain" medicine she had to sign for and turn in forms for, I was the only one there. I was watching all of the people walk by, thinking where do they come from?? Why are they all so cracked out? Who is this nasty guy walking by me totally covered in sores? Wait, he is getting closer. What is he doing?
Sore guy slid and sat right next to me so that he was touching my leg, and said, in a "seductive" voice, "Hi there."
Now, you might all be thinking by this point that I am a total snot and all that, but in reality I deal with nasty, gross kid things everyday (pin worm outbreak. Lice infestation. Vomit. Snots. Poop.), and I really am not a terrible person (usually), but a guy covered in sores sitting on top of me, trying to pick me up in the Walmart pharmacy was really all too much. I slid as far away as I could on my bench and just looked straight ahead. After about a minute of him staring at me, he got up and walked away, my name was called, I paid a fraction of the price, and all was right.
Will I go back to Walmart......?
Sunday, October 19, 2008
In The Middle Of The Night
Last night I went to my monthly Girls' Poker Night -- where, I might say, we are all starting to get progressively better. Though we still think we'll be wearing push-up bras when we take our game to the Poker Room in order to distract the other players so we'll have a chance, but at least we now have the rules down.
Anyway.
The night ended with all this deep conversation and heart-to-heart confessions, and then my friend Annie, who drove me home, continued in the car ride. As we pulled up to my house, I noticed my across the street neighbor's garage door was open and they were out in the garage, but didn't think much of it. I was saying bye to Annie, when all of the sudden, my neighbor "R" ran up and banged on her window, scaring the shit out of both of us.
R: very, very drunkenly OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! LOOK IN MY GARAGE
We look, and there are his two friends, in their boxers, passed out in an embrace. Why? Because they had been wrestling each other and just passed out in the middle.
R:to the passed out friends DUDES! THERE ARE HOT GIRLS HERE!!!!!!!! WAKE UP!
One of them, rolls over, gets up, and we notice the whole side of his face is bleeding. I tell him to go inside and check it out, but he is mumbling and stumbling around the yard. The other friend moans, then rolls over and pukes all over the garage floor, which I notice already was covered in puke, which they had been wrestling in. Delicious.
Annie and I chat for a little longer with R, and then say good night. I walk in to tell FP all about it, but of course he is asleep. When I come in the room, he gets up and stumbles out. Sleepwalking.
A few minutes later he returns with one of the pillows from the couch.
Me: Why do you have that?
FP: Because I need it.
Me: It's the couch pillow.
FP: BUT I NEED IT. Throws the pillow to the floor and gets in bed, laughing.
Me: Are you awake? I want to tell you about the neighbors.
FP: No. Laughs.
With all of this activity, I no longer wonder why I sometimes have trouble sleeping at night.
Anyway.
The night ended with all this deep conversation and heart-to-heart confessions, and then my friend Annie, who drove me home, continued in the car ride. As we pulled up to my house, I noticed my across the street neighbor's garage door was open and they were out in the garage, but didn't think much of it. I was saying bye to Annie, when all of the sudden, my neighbor "R" ran up and banged on her window, scaring the shit out of both of us.
R: very, very drunkenly OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! LOOK IN MY GARAGE
We look, and there are his two friends, in their boxers, passed out in an embrace. Why? Because they had been wrestling each other and just passed out in the middle.
R:to the passed out friends DUDES! THERE ARE HOT GIRLS HERE!!!!!!!! WAKE UP!
One of them, rolls over, gets up, and we notice the whole side of his face is bleeding. I tell him to go inside and check it out, but he is mumbling and stumbling around the yard. The other friend moans, then rolls over and pukes all over the garage floor, which I notice already was covered in puke, which they had been wrestling in. Delicious.
Annie and I chat for a little longer with R, and then say good night. I walk in to tell FP all about it, but of course he is asleep. When I come in the room, he gets up and stumbles out. Sleepwalking.
A few minutes later he returns with one of the pillows from the couch.
Me: Why do you have that?
FP: Because I need it.
Me: It's the couch pillow.
FP: BUT I NEED IT. Throws the pillow to the floor and gets in bed, laughing.
Me: Are you awake? I want to tell you about the neighbors.
FP: No. Laughs.
With all of this activity, I no longer wonder why I sometimes have trouble sleeping at night.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Like Romeo And Juliet
After watching one of my all-time favorite movies last night.....
FP: You are so Lelaina, aren't you?
Me: Obviously!
FP: You know, I have to admit, after not seeing this movie for so long and then watching it now...I think I'm Troy.
Me: Of course. And that's why I love you.
FP: You are so Lelaina, aren't you?
Me: Obviously!
FP: You know, I have to admit, after not seeing this movie for so long and then watching it now...I think I'm Troy.
Me: Of course. And that's why I love you.
Friday, October 17, 2008
On Why I Suck
Oh, hello!
It's you!
My blog.
Look, I could go into all of the reasons why I haven't been writing, or catching up on other blogs, and all that, but do you really want to hear it? The excuses, the apologies, the tears?
It's just not necessary. I still love you, and I am back.
I know I've said that before, but I didn't really mean it. And I know the only way I can prove that I'm back is to show you. Which I promise to do -- really, I swear. And I really do mean it this time. We didn't break up, I was just on a break. And I wasn't cheating or anything, my bedside journal has been neglected, too, I was just on a break. But we're together again, and doesn't it feel good?
It's you!
My blog.
Look, I could go into all of the reasons why I haven't been writing, or catching up on other blogs, and all that, but do you really want to hear it? The excuses, the apologies, the tears?
It's just not necessary. I still love you, and I am back.
I know I've said that before, but I didn't really mean it. And I know the only way I can prove that I'm back is to show you. Which I promise to do -- really, I swear. And I really do mean it this time. We didn't break up, I was just on a break. And I wasn't cheating or anything, my bedside journal has been neglected, too, I was just on a break. But we're together again, and doesn't it feel good?
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