It Makes No Sense

Right this moment, I’m torn between jonesing for some Krystal Chiks, and the possibility of going and hugging the porcelain god due to some weird wave of nausea that suddenly hit me a little while ago.*

Yeah, I don’t understand it either.

* (No, I am NOT pregnant.  No way no how.)

An Allergic Observation

Puffs Plus with Lotion is most definitely one of the best inventions of the century.  I don’t look nearly so Rudolph-y now that I’ve restocked the Puffs Plus.

The Universe, Mother Nature, & Murphy All Hate Me

Obviously, I have done something to piss off the universe and am paying for it dearly this week. For reasons that are much too complicated to go into (other than to say the utility company is apparently part of that whole universe-pissing-off thing), I just took a cold shower, which is really just WONDERFUL when you’re not feeling well.

Speaking of which, I’ve done something to piss off Mother Nature too, I guess, since the reason I am not feeling well is because my allergies have just gone berserk, probably due to the thick layer of yellow that was coating my silver car yesterday and other such stuff.

Then to make this week even more of a joy to deal with, and probably because I had requested a larger than usual load of freelance work this week – I get called upon to work in our corporate office today (Wednesday). Which maybe happens two or three times a year, and turns what’s usually a 10.5 hour day for me into a 13 hour one. Estimating that I have about another 7-9 hours of freelance work to do after I get home from my longer than usual day that HAS to be done before Thursday morning – yea, verily, I am pretty much screwed.

I was planning to squeeze in some more side work on my day off (Thursday), but you know what, I may just take the whole day OFF. I need to finish up some stuff on Sarcastro’s new blog anyway and do a few non-work things, and I just think maybe I need to just veg and do as little as possible that day anyway, ‘cos the next 24 hours are just going to be murder.

And then I gotta decide if I’m going out of town this weekend or not, but the way things are going, my head and nose may make that decision for me. Right now I look like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

So I will probably stay out of pocket for a day or two and forcibly make myself stay away from Blogland tonight and not even read anything, because if I start, then that 7-9 hours will turn into 10-12 (or more) and I just can’t take it. I’ve had bouts of flu that felt better than this right now and probably should be in bed recuperating but I don’t have time to. Working a full 10 hour shift today would be bad enough but the extra workload is just – ugh.

So you may not see anything but pics for a couple of days. And oh yeah, Sista Smiff, in case you didn’t see it on Twitter, I’m taking loads of Benadryl (because it really is JUST allergies even though it feels like the bubonic plague). Except I can’t take it when I’m working sooo…

As I said, the universe, Mother Nature, and Murphy all hate me, clearly. ’til later…

Short & Sneezy

Seems like most everyone I know is in kind of this collective mood, in varying degrees of difference ranging from contemplative and introspective, apprehensive and despondent, restless and expectant, and about fifty million other adjectives I could come up with right now.  There’s positives and negatives and plenty of neutrals and just all sorts of stuff going on, but it seems like most are just in sort of this collective funk of some sort; or if not a funk, some very potential life-altering kind of stuff right now.

Whatever’s going on with me is not nearly so literary.  I’m just plain in a mood.

I’m also sneezing again, which is making me mad because I still really have yet to 100% get over that last bout of crud that befell me right before the car wreck.  I’m hoping this sneezy business is just a temporary thing.

More later, because when I start typing and then deleting a sentence that includes Philadelphia, Atlanta, and NYC all in the same sentence, then I know I’m going in the wrong direction with my train of thought and I need to regroup.  None of those three cities nor anyone in them have anything to do with what I’m on about right now.  And I need a little sleep.

I really do not like Sundays, not at all.

Hodgepodge of Plague & Taxes

Hodgepodge of unrelated, mostly gripey stuff to top off the weekend…

I have been talking up the California trip so much in delaying and delaying posting about it that it’s going to be totally anticlimactic by the time I ever actually DO write about it. But there are a lot of little details I don’t want to miss and links I want to link and stuff, so forgive me while I postpone it again until next week.

Finished figuring up my taxes and while it wasn’t really that much of a surprise, it’s frustrating and aggravating and disappointing. Unmarried folks who don’t make all that much to begin with and have to live paycheck to paycheck and struggle to make ends meet shouldn’t be getting slammed with these kinds of tax bills. Other folks too, I know. It just really makes me kind of angry to have to be considering dropping the second job(s) I do in order to try to make ends meet because I get slammed with so much in taxes by working a second or third job. I mean, that’s crazy, right? Anyway, so bah humbug but at least it’s over and done with all but for the filing. (And for anyone who doesn’t know, the deadline is actually April 17th this year instead of the 15th.)

I have been nominated something like three or four times now for this Thinking Blogger thing that’s going around, which I find kind of amusing (though certainly humbled and appreciative) because I’m like one of the biggest off the top of my head, fly by the seat of my pants bloggers I know… if the thought crosses my mind, it usually gets written, but I don’t think that necessarily constitutes real thinking by any definition of the word. Every once in a while I’ll get some idea (that’s usually something funny, a joke, whatever) that gets a little more thought put into it but like I said, usually, if a thought crosses my mind, it comes right out just like that. As my boyfriend has said about me and his mother, we have committees in our heads that talk right out of our mouths (and in my case, type right out of my fingers too).

Anyhow, well, there’s that, and I’m supposed to pass this along by listing five bloggers for the same Thinking Blogger thing, but just about everyone I would have immediately listed has already been named by others, in some cases several times already. So I think I am going to hold off on this until next week when I have more time, and probably sift through and pull out some of the non-local bloggers that I can’t go day without reading. So I will get to that, but just not right this minute.

My black eye is looking a LITTLE better, and I am finally starting to sort of see light at the end of the tunnel after being sick for, what, two weeks now. I am definitely better and much less congested, but I would like for the congestion to go away now, thanks. And the cough, which is just hanging on and won’t go away. It’s like, sheesh, what is this, TB? The plague? Ugh. When I was a preteen and used to be a really voracious reader – I read fast, so I used to read a LOT when I had time for things like that – there were two or three or four books I read around the same time that were set in the days of the first world war and suffragettes and whatnot, and there was always some pitiful young female character that was about on her deathbed throughout the whole book – in all of them! – with tuberculosis or influenza, and before the book was through, they always died, but women got the right to vote so it was all okay in the end. What that means I don’t know, but I definitely identify with that whole laying on one’s deathbed coughing up a lung kind of thing right about now. If I could just vacuum out my head and chest, everything would be okay.

Anyway, I’ve got somewhere to be the rest of the weekend, so ciao for now and catch up with all of you lovely people on Monday, if I don’t drown in a flash flood on my way to wherever, seeing as how the rain doesn’t seem to want to stop and that weird thunder is still going on. It’ll thunder, like, once, and then stop, and not do it again for like an hour and a half, and I’m just sitting here thinking, you know, just let’s have a great big huge storm and get it OVER with already.

Yeah. So, well, ciao and later and all that.

I’m Too Sick to Post Anything Else, So Today is Petey Day

Pink Void, Resolved

The crisis has now been averted, but I was originally going to share some poetry for the day if it hadn’t been resolved:

• O box of Benadryl
• Pink and purple and white
• That I have seen no less than
• 4,872,911.75 times in various and sundry spots in my bathroom
• Where art thou now that I need you?

More later if I don’t cut my head off first. There is much to discuss, but I seriously feel like total crap right now.

Ten Years of Babbling About Nothing

So I have to post NOW, because yesterday (Sunday) was my anniversary of ten years of blogging and I totally missed it being so blasted sick this weekend. GRRRR. Although I don’t really have anything extraordinary to say about it, it’s basically a decade of babbling about nothing much and a few rants here and there. At least I’m persistent, I guess.

OK, so, well, I’m semi-alive. I thought I was doing better and even said as much to Hutch earlier today, but after dinner (supper, whatever, I’m not getting in that debate ‘cos in my house we always called it both) I started feeling like death warmed over again, so I’m hurrying up and posting before I wind up attached to the bathroom floor again. Name a symptom, I’ve probably had it in the last 72 hours.

The pics from Sista’s birthday party at the Mothership are great, dammit, and looks like so much fun was had. I am especially upset at not having gotten to meet Scout or Finn at the soiree this weekend, plus Beth who I’ve heard so much about. And I heard Little Knuck was there, too, dang it. And then I got even more miserable because there were several people there I didn’t know beforehand were coming, all of whom I didn’t get to spend as much talking with as others when I went up the weekend before and would have loved to talk with more this time, as well as spending some more time with, well, everyone, so now I’m even more mad about being sick. And apparently there was a rock star there too, disguised in badass shades. And dang it, it was Sista’s birthday. I’m just sick about this being sick and missing everything. Poop. Well, I know I’ll be in Nashville again soon enough and I’ll have to make a point to head up northward for coffee at Jack’s Java some Saturday afternoon soon or something. But I wish now I’d just tried to go anyway, even though I guess I shouldn’t have. But still.

I hate being sick. Having worked in the medical field for most of the last 25 years, I can say in no uncertain terms that no, I am not a good patient.

Anyway, I still need to post some memories and reflections on my last trip to Nashville ‘cos I got something to say about everybody and everything, but it’s much too much to post right now when I may be speaking in tongues in any minute due to this fever creeping up again. I have to tell you all about one thing in particular that was super super cool. But I’ll post about it sometime this week.

In other news, last week at work really sucked and I got some kinda bad news that has me a bit worried, so I’m just keeping fingers crossed and having faith that maybe I’ll still have a job a few months from now. When so many others I know have been going through that horror lately and I just hate it for them ‘cos it just stinks to be dealing with that, I’m hoping I’m not going to be the next one out of work.

I actually have several other things to write about but it’s going to have to wait, as I’m now starting to feel dizzy. And if a dizzy blonde anyway is feeling even dizzier, it can’t be good. UGH. What IS this, the bubonic plague?? Holy cats.

If I were Kathy T, I’d kill me, but she WILL have her new blog within a couple of days. And next project is the complete and unabridged Tiny Cat Pants. If it takes me the rest of 2007, Aunt B. WILL have her entire blog in one place.

Anyway, yeah. Ten years of babble. I bet some of my ex-boyfriends wish I’d just shut up. Not gonna. Nyah.

The Telephone is Ringing

Oh, I just got this wonderful get well soon/slash/I got to wish Sista Happy Birthday call from Nashville. All those cheery voices in the background. I’m a bit teary right now, thanks gang. (sniff) Teary and happy, heh.

I am still kicking myself kinda wishing I’d just gone on anyway (especially hearing that Sista’s #2 came along, dang it) but since I’m sitting here feeling like I would like to just detach my throat from the rest of my body and I’d be OK, I guess it wouldn’t have been a good idea. Plus, if everyone and their kids wound up sick after being around me this weekend it’d have been awful.

Also, if I could detach my throat like that I would probably look pretty funny without a neck.

OK, crawling back in bed, answering email and doing other needed things later… ciao for now.

101 Degrees and Counting

Much to my regret and sorrow, I decided a little while ago that it was probably not a good idea to drive up to Nashville today and spread my germs around. I woke up an hour late as it was since my alarm clock decided not to go off this morning, but also with an extremely sore throat, aching all over (my neck hurts so bad I can only move it so far), and a temp of 101+, which that pretty much sealed the deal figuring I don’t need to drive all the way up there and potentially give everyone my crud. An hour later after the first check, I was still running a temp so I figure I have made the right decision, I guess, since this was just going to be a quick jaunt up and back anyway.

I’m just upset about not being there for Sista’s birthday as well as AGAIN not getting to sample Mothership BBQ and the mac ‘n cheese, but I guess the BBQ & M&C will still be there whatever Saturday afternoon I do get up there for lunch with John. I probably wouldn’t have a very easy time swallowing today anyway and wouldn’t enjoy it as much, everything I’ve had to drink since I got up is completely tasteless. Ugh. I’m about to die for some BBQ but I guess it wouldn’t be too great an experience if I can’t taste it. But for a girl from Memphis to not have sampled the BBQ elsewhere for comparison is a travesty, really, and one I will have to do something about very soon, for sure.

I actually did, sometime in December, buy some Zicam because of the huge recommendations from Ceeelcee and Hutchmo, but my head is fine, no sneezing-drippy-stuffy stuff going on. So the Zicam continues to sit, prepared but unopened, in the medicine cabinet.

Well, anyway, so it’s also, like, FREEZING damn cold so I’m going to go crawl my weak kitten self back in bed and try to recuperate a little. I’ll be missing seeing all you guys today, I wish I felt better, but while I know y’all would love to see me, I don’t think my germs will be so warmly welcomed so I’ll keep ‘em to myself. Happy Birthday to my Sista and dear, dear friend, and all of y’all eats lots of good ‘cue and enjoy each other.

(PS to Kathy - I promise your new blog will be ready later this evening… it has been such a crap week, I’m sorry for the delays!)