Month: March 2018

Niiiight time

I keep thinking tomorrow is Friday because it is my Friday this week! Whoo!! Hopefully it goes without a hitch.

Remember when I said I would change all of my profile pics on the Catholic Match site to the real, short-haired version of myself and see if that stops all of the views and messages? WELL IT WORKED. HAHAHAHAHA. Kind of sad, really. Sometimes I look at my patients and think to myself (as well as those on that 600lb life show) if this person can find a soulmate, why in the world can I not? And is online dating the best way to find them? No, not really. Oh well. I’ve already resigned myself to growing old all by myself. I don’t know why people are always so attached to hair and how it really changes the way people treat you. Just like skin color. Or accent. A very common fear about cancer for women, is that they’ll lose their hair. I struggle to wonder why people, men and women, are so afraid of it. Heck, I’ve been trying to shave my head forever, but no one will let me. For some reason across history, it’s shameful to lose your hair. Like it’s a commodity. I guess my hair is so thick and full and grows quickly so I really don’t care. It’s just so hot and it gets into my eyes and face. Currently it’s long enough to stab me in my eyes. I’m trying to keep it longer to make it to my nephew’s baptism. I dunno if I’m going to make it. Sometimes I sit there and wonder if I can grow it out to a girly length to make it through a potential wedding, and then I decide to try and 2 weeks in I’m like, TAKE IT OFF NOW.

With social media posts a normal part of life and the subsequent desensitization to basically everything that used to be considered rude, it bothers me how casual people have gotten, especially the kids. What’s more annoying to me is how mundane cuss words are and how they show up so readily everywhere on posts, out of people’s mouths, in kids, etc. Cuss words have always annoyed me in general, but I understand the use of emphasis in particular instances. Sometimes there’s just no better way to express or deaden some pain. However, the banality born from continual overuse, cheapens and dampens the effect and therefore it’s just a word now that we know isn’t supposed to be used and yet is used commonly. These days it’s more for comedic emphasis than anything else. Just like how the hollow words “I love you” uttered routinely  by one person generally doesn’t have the same effect as if it came from someone who hardly ever uses it. Not to say that love shouldn’t be expressed, it just means more when used sparingly. Works on gestures too, like hugs or kisses. Pretty much every post these days will use f*ck or f*** or sh*t. Noooo no one knows what those words are and by putting asterisks on them it makes it OK somehow to use 8 of them in the same f***ing sentence in f***ing front of every f***ing word.

In a related sense, and yet not, I was reading one of those Reddit article things on effectively dumb things doctors have seen or heard from a patient. Some of the accounts were legitimately jaw-dropping given the lack of sense from these patients,  but others really gave insight to the mentality and jadedness of some of these practitioners. One guy was treating a patient who had made a poor decision in regard to caring for a wound, and said he really wanted to laugh hard at this guy who is in serious pain because he was so stupid. At what point do you lose the concept of humanity in dealing with people? I understand that some people are real pieces of work. I work in healthcare. I get it. Our patients say and do dumb things at times but they still are people. I am in awe at times, but once again, they are people and to them that  made sense. Now that they are in pain, will I continue to let them suffer? Will I sit there and ridicule them for their lack of knowledge? NO. My job and duty is to make them better, attempt to educate them and treat them as a person…maybe a bitter, festering sack of negativity and evil, but I won’t ridicule their pain. Laugh in their face.

Just like that one patient of mine who used to work in the ER. I was telling him about my dogs and how Gable had almost died in that surgery because he was bleeding out and had that indiscriminate mass in his foot and then needed a transfusion. He effectively told me that I wasted my money, why not just amputate the leg. When I explained, incredulous, that not only does he need that leg, my house is pretty much all stairs. Then he just shrugged and said, then put him down and get another dog. Just like that. This, folks, is why I try not to get to know other people too well. I tend to greatly dislike people the more I get to know them. He’s a physician. Isn’t it his job to protect life and work to save it? Nevermind that he’s a dog. He means a LOT to me, as if he were my son. If my son, or even if it was me, I’d want to try everything in my power to save that leg. Not just amputate it, not just give up and produce a new son. I kind of get where he’s coming from if he doesn’t understand or value animals as much as I do, but in the end, that’s a life. A life, and every life on this earth wants one thing: to live and survive. I think it deserves a chance. There’s a point at which you need to balance that with reality and the long run, but if there’s a good chance and a good prognosis, I’ll take it to preserve life. I’ll never see eye to eye with those who can’t see that.

I also understand coming from healthcare setting that being jaded is a true issue given what you see, but as I asked before, at what point does that overcome our grasp on humanity and life? Is every patient that comes to you just a peasant, a peon, who can’t possibly know nearly as much as you? Do you have to look down on people because you have a title, a status? Or are people just a body, textbook science, unfeeling, an experiment, and experience for you? They have brothers, sisters, pets, kids, grandparents, friends, co-workers. Someone loves them. They love someone.

I dunno, man. It’s particularly awful in men, I’ve noticed, though they’d accuse women of being “too emotional.” The military ones are the worst. Many men have this obnoxious sense of group mentality and having to be too-cool-for-school. It’s probably their way of coping with stress and horrors, without showing too much emotion and paving the way to perceived “weakness”. Everything is a joke, everyone is an idiot, make fun of those people. Ridicule your buddies. Be “one of the guys.” Distance yourself, nah it doesn’t effect me at all, and if it does, respond in anger, crudeness. It certainly works, but it sets up an environment of bullying, effectively. Let’s emotionally and psychologically flay this guy, I’m sure he’ll learn from that how to fit in with us. Common, as I was told, in firefighter groups and I assume in military situations. When it was explained to me, I completely balked as it was clearly emotional abuse. Debase these poor young men and boys until they’re desperate for affirmation of any sort. Like brainwashing. Except it doesn’t instill confidence, just bravado if the male makes it higher up in the hierarchy to hide the lack of self-confidence and then watch it happen all over again as they perpetuate the cycle. Predispose them to enjoy bullying the younger ones. Can’t wait for my turn to be at the top. Just like my dad.

Buh. How’d I get on this topic.

These night time surveillance recordings of mine are creepy to watch! Also very fascinating what we do in our sleep…or more accurately what I do in my sleep. No sleep walking as of yet!

The Unfinished Symphony. What a neato piece.

Ah Life

I’m cursed. I have to be. It hasn’t failed at all. Every. Single. Time. I plan to head South in order to accomplish stuff and move towards selling that house something happens that keeps me away. I have off this Friday and I planned originally to use it to mulch and do fence stuff given the fantastic weather (and it’s spring break). However. I can’t for two reasons. The first is that my original plan to buy mulch prior to arriving and having it delivered ( i have giftcards!) went down the drain when I realized that Lowes charges $75 for truck delivery, the price of which I could buy a good 25 bags of mulch. OK, so I’ll just haul it myself thank you. Then there’s the second reason which is this absolute ridiculous cable installation circus that has been ongoing for my grandparents.

I knew it was a bad idea, but they just kept insisting until I folded. I like that I have control over the account now, but to go back and forth and back and forth and have this AWFUL experience with problems is just insane. My uncle and my grandma’s sister has had zero issues as they too have switched to the company around the same time. WHY IN THE WORLD DOES EVERYTHING GO WRONG FOR ME. And of all people my grandparents who have no clue about anything. I mean it’s frustrating for them too being powerless, but it’s more frustrating for me having to be at work and trying to deal with this monster of a mess. My name being wrong. The package not being added. 80% of the channels not working. The ported number not being ported when it was told to me it would be done. Techs telling me everything is fine when it’s not and not having an answer. In general things that are supposed to be happening when they are not being worked on until I have to come in and check up on it. Then tack on top of it all my grandparents not understanding anything such as how to operate the TV but not wanting to ask or admit it until there’s a problem, putting pressure on me to fix things, asking me the same question a zillion times right after I already answered it. I had a feeling all of these issues with not understanding would pop up, that’s why I was hesitant to change anything they’re not already used to. I wasn’t anticipating the switch over would be so ridiculous and stressful. I’m also the kind of person that hates when there’s an unresolved, outstanding problem. How many times have I been in contact with them. I am not a rude person, and I am rather patient as I understand for people, but you know what, there’s a point where I must express my displeasure and unfortunately for the guy last night, he was being expressed to.

The short of it is that my day off is not going to be spent enjoying my house, it’s going to be spent AGAIN with my grandparents surely not coming up with good solutions to this stupid problem that shouldn’t have happened to begin with and no one seems to know why it’s happening. My brother and I decided that we’ve come up with a solution even if it falls through, with Amazon TV. It’s a fantastic idea, with only one hiccup which is the limitation of my grandparents. Yet again. If they’d just left it the way it was, it wouldn’t have been an issue.

I’m cursed. I tell you. Maybe it’s my house that’s causing all of these issues…maybe it doesn’t want to be sold to someone else, lol.

It just sucks you know, to be old. You don’t want to be a burden on people, but ultimately you are. Your brain and body just aren’t anywhere near where they used to be. I watch every time I see them, my grandparents looking older, weaker, and less able to grasp concepts or remember. The nice argument for having kids. If you didn’t, who’d take care of you? Then again, having kids isn’t a guarantee of anything if they hate your guts, but the chances are higher their sense of duty will kick in. I dunno, man.

MAN I hope this all resolves soon. What a stressful burden that shouldn’t be that way. If nothing else, it’s a fantastic indication of what would happen if you pulled my grandparents away from the environment they’re used to. Their ability to adapt is sadly nonexistent and whatever is left is dwindling away.

We tried to convince my mom last night that we want to be able to go to the beach just the 3 of us, with no other burdens no other responsibilities of the older people who are in truth very needy and hamper our time. I don’t mind it, but it would be a much truer vacation if it was just us. She’s been very stubborn about her parents. She answered neither way last night which is an improvement. I understand her position, but yeah. Well. No matter what, at least my brother and I can go. My mom DOES have 4 other siblings…

Is this the stress of having dependents? Taking care of others like kids or your spouse? It’s burdensome and exhausting. Sometimes it’s a fight in futility and other times it’s rather rewarding to see them happy. Doing it on your own is so very difficult.


Thought about going South today, but then realized that it’s spring break. =_= Traffic was annoying enough yesterday with people not knowing where they’re going and drifting this way and that, slamming on brakes and turning randomly (thank goodness there wasn’t a lot of cars on the road). I definitely do NOT want to deal with it this morning with two dogs that refuse to eat their food. See? They refused to eat their food again. Sigh.

The big thing for me this morning was freaking out while finding a strange, large (like 4-5mm? wide and 4mm height?), painful, red lesion on the border of my areola and skin. It had a large crater where it looks like the lesion exploded in my sleep and a side tract where nasty pus/blood was draining. Tried to clean it up and it was painful as well as bleeding moderately upon wiping. My mind raced through everything it could be as I have NEVER experienced anything like this before, ranging from cancer to simple skin irritation. Normally I’d just chalk it up to blocked hair follicle, but it is just so BIG and the crater and all that pus just spilling out when I touched it…not to mention the biggest worry as it is my breast. Breast. Cancer. Anyone????

Well. I cleaned it up until it stopped oozing so much, hopped into the shower, made sure to soap up well and clean it well too while trying not to freak too much. I don’t have a fever, I don’t feel sick. Getting out of the shower it was then oozing just clear-ish fluid but still painful to touch, air, water. I guess pain can be a good thing as breast cancers usually don’t hurt…until they get really bad. I made sure to get a good feel of it and it’s quite superficial in the upper layers of my epidermis. Alright, good sign. I have this topical Clindamycin that my mom gave me years ago. I use it as infrequently as possible but it does wonders on bad pimples and such, so if I have lesions like this one I’ll use it. So I did. Applied, dried it out a bit and decided to put a bandaid on it so that rubbing from my bra doesn’t irritate the place further.

Then I did what I’m not supposed to do: hopped onto my computer and looked up what it could be. Eventually after realizing I don’t need to rush to the ER and that I probably won’t die in 30 minutes, I’m happy and 80% convinced that it’s just a blocked hair follicle from having majorly dry skin that I never moisturize. I guess my nipple-skin areas have been feeling ultimate dry lately but I’m too lazy to turn that around…just like my hands. I DID PUT BABY OIL ON MY HANDS LAST NIGHT. To be honest, I happened to notice it last night, but it wasn’t painful then and I was too tired (or too scared?) to roll out of bed and check it out, opting to wait until morning. Only time will tell. If it doesn’t go away in a few days, I’m definitely going to have it checked out. I hope I don’t have to though because I need as much money in my bank account as possible!

It still kind of hurts now. Gosh, I hope it goes away.

I’ve grown to look forward to Thursday and Friday nights being at home by myself. That’s exactly what I want, but more of it.

Some good news to end with: I finished reading all my CEs!! All I have to do is take the official tests and boom, done. Ironically the one I finished last night was all about antibiotics. It’s amazing that I took all of these and known all of these back in school, but it’s not until now that it makes more sense, I guess with the clinical experience and lack of brain overload. I’ll probably forget it all within 3 months though.

Also, peeling bandaids off your nipple-areola areas is very painful. I snapped some panic photos of it on my phone, and now I hope no one gets into my phone to look at pictures. All deleted. Now that the panic is over, the pictures really do look just like blocked follicles.

It is now Friday

Yesterday was the most frustrating and obnoxious day of work I’ve had in a while. For some reason I was feeling rather irritable in general, which I felt was the same for other patients because normally sweet, nice patients were very mean. I finally told off Idiot about taking my trays and not paying attention. Strange I felt so confident and in control of my emotions because normally I’d be so livid I’d be afraid what would come out of my mouth. It was the final straw because I was 25 minutes behind and I don’t have time to sit around when it means seconds before a patient walkout. After I told her off, she ran off to hide in the break room for a few minutes, and later it came up that the assistant was the one who took it and apologized profusely for, but it didn’t matter who did it because it needed to be said no matter what. The situation has been occurring for the last 2 years and this was the perfect moment to do it. Everyone is feeling frustrations about her, but everyone is too nice to say anything, so who better than the one with blatant and obvious disrespect for her. I’m just going to keep calling it out too until she gets it through her thick skull. I’m done holding it in and done watching as she takes full advantage of the already overworked assistant, treat her like her own personal assistant, and then at the drop of a hat blame her for everything. Countless time have I watched and heard her choose not to make decisions for herself in order to deflect blame when something bad happens. Always an excuse, always someone else’s fault. It can’t possibly be her fault. Nothing ever is even though it is. It’s passive aggressive bullying and I aim to call it out if I ever get a legitimate chance.

I don’t know what change came over me or what hill I just crested, but it’s time to stand up for things like that.

Maybe it has to do with my sudden crabbiness which stems from being back in a hopeless, backed–in-a-corner-position. I’m still living with my mom, who has vision problems and seems adamant on keeping me around her forever. She can see, just not super clearly. I don’t mind being around to help, but I’m feeling (again) desperate to move out to my own place. However, I can’t. I ejected one problem with that, but now I’m shouldering yet another burden in the form of my brother and allowing him to use the other house as a half-time independent living zone. I want to give him that as he seems to not either be able to, or just doesn’t want to take the leap to his own apartment/abode. It’s a really nice house that we’ll probably never find or be able to afford again. On top of it, I can’t get down there to accomplish things as much as I’d like. Well, I can, but not only can my body not stand the grueling one-day-marathon events that I’ve become accustomed to doing anymore like it used to, but I literally do not have the cash for extra gas, extra car maintenance, extra groceries and especially not for the house. The more I go, the more I want to spend. And alongside that, I need money to finish fixing it up in order to sell, and even above that, I need time, which I just do not have. I need a span of time to do the fence.

Next week is spring break for public schools and originally we had the time off and I was planning around that because it’s springtime and I need about a week to get things done with muscle pain and deliveries and such. The worst part about all of this? WEATHER. I can’t just go take time off because who knows what the weather will do?

And honestly even when I sell it, it’s not like I’ll be able to get a place right away, but at least I’ll have the extra cash to pay off a few things, start an IRA and greatly reduce the bills even if I would have to pay out the butt for taxes without a mortgage. See? Nothing is without burden.

Ah, being an adult.

Almost typed “weekend”

Because I’m such a creative title writer. Nope! I had a snow day yesterday! We haven’t had one of those in at least 2 years!!! I was STOKED. You know, everyone needs a snow day once in a while…it was absolutely gorgeous too. My dogs always get soooo excited when it snows because every time it does I let them out for an extra walk and to run around and play in it. Gable these days is just happy to walk around in it. Liana wants to run and leap and play…my black snow bunny. Old snow bunny. I’m always so disappointed when I don’t have a yard for her to play in. Got my hot chocolate and ramen in: all traditional snow day fare. Then that’s when it all took a turn for busy: I accompanied my brother to Subaru for service and to get a loaner, as well as to be nosy on the road. I wanted to go joyriding in my car. Our area was BAD but the main roads weren’t too bad at all. Then when I got home, I forced my mom to come out and enjoy the snow with my dogs, took a few pictures, and went back inside, only to find out that was needed at my grandparents to further troubleshoot their TV. We all piled into the car and I spent the next 3 hours on the phone trying everything with no luck. I had to schedule a tech for today to come, but thankfully my brother can be there for them because I can’t. We surmised that it was a hardware or wiring problem. They’ll have to find out. Otherwise, the internet works amazingly. They were freaking out because their Tennis tournament was on and thankfully we were able to re-route it to the Roku and use our cable account to allow them access.

Came back home, shoveled and spent pretty much the rest of the day and especially the night trying to marathon my CE courses. Figures that I chose the most difficult to understand ones, but when I actually focused and tried to learn and study, I learned something! Well, I already learned it once, so it was more a review, but apparently my memory is like a sieve. Let’s see how long it stays this time…. I have 7 more hours to complete before renewing. Didn’t sleep until around 11:30pm (past my bedtime!!) because it took me much longer to do the courses than I thought it would!!! Also, I cannot understand how people watch TV and study. It’s impossible for me.

I wish I would stop spending money that I don’t have.

Monday Night

What a day! Busy all morning with the cable install switch over at my grandparent’s house, then errands and finally home, then just 2 hours to relax before dinner, the usual Monday night trash/recycle/cleaning, quick run out to buy dog food, and here I am.

I got my Sleep Walking Cam today and tried it out. Tonight is the first test! Why in the world does everything that seems decent on Amazon end up being from China? The cheaper price is nice, but the possibility of Chinese spying, the not-so-perfect grammar, etc is just iffy. I never know when it’s Chinese or not. I try to buy things made here in the US, but I guess that’s the nature of buying online. They do a decent job of covering that important detail up. Or maybe I just need to pay more attention when I buy something. Seems decent enough, though. Interested to see what I’m gonna see tomorrow morning.

Remember that one guy I keep remaining friends with but I keep saying makes me mad all the time when I talk to him for too long? I sent him a link to a “30 couples that make you cringe” as a bit of a joke, but of course we don’t see eye to eye on it again. They’re pictures of couples that are so cheesy it’s cringeworthy, but he’s all like, but some of those are sweet! You can tell quite a bit about a person from what they consider funny and what they don’t. That’s a fantastic compatibility test there, too. Then again, he’s never been in a relationship and I have. When I was in his shoes I would’ve thought the same thing too, but coming out of one, yeah. Those are definitely young, new passionate, blooming relationship stuff. Then again the people in the pics are also in their teens and early 20s so there you go. Don’t wanna start an argument with him. Oh man he makes me irritated sometimes.

Hmm…maybe I should send that link to more people to give them a gist of my humor/cringe-material.

Speaking of which, remember when I went ahead and switched all of my profile pictures on that dating site to that of me and my current boy hair? No takers. At all. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Totally called it, didn’t I? Definitely not on a Catholic dating site. Even the others I remember having to choose the “girly” pictures because no one would send me messages and those that did were just desperate, didn’t care because I have curves and want a good night’s fun, or were just weird. beh. Don’t care. At this point, I’m telling you, no one would be interested. Or like my ex, don’t think they care, but they end up do caring after all because that honeymoon phase is over and start worrying about what they other guys might think or what their family will think, etc. And no, you can’t change my mind. I don’t care. My co-worker is like this now with her fiancé. Before him, she loved short hair, not as short as mine, but short. And now, she told me, wistfully, she can’t do that anymore. I remember making a face, shaking my head and said, psshh. Hey, when you’re desperate to get married and start a family, I guess you’ll do anything.

I’m already intimidating enough to people in general, but I’m particularly intimidating to men. The hair is only one part of it. Most of them can’t stand a powerful personality.

I give up. I don’t care.

My muscles are really hurting me and achy after yesterday. How in the world big men become plumbers is beyond me. That wasn’t even that tight of a space!

Yow! Past 11pm! Gotta work tomorrow and they’re calling for snow! So glad I’m getting paid this week…only to use all of it on soul crushing bills. Whoo!!!


Monday Again!

What a weekend so far!

I’ve done more than I’ve done in while…closer to “living” than I have been able to, I guess.

A couple things to talk about here…let’s see if I can remember them all.

Just remembered that horribly depressing post I did on Friday.

Saturday was the Super Pet Expo! I didn’t want to take my 2 because they don’t usually like standing around and they also like to mark everything and they can get leash reactive and super excited about other dogs. Mostly it’s because they get bored after a little and want to go home, and given the line 2 years ago, that would be terrible. So I arrive early (I was going to come later in anticipation of a line) and the line is much faster than I remember! The reason being is online tickets. The buy-there-line was full, but the get-into-the-event-line was very quick. I kept getting butt-poked by dogs which was totally cute and it happened so often that I thought Gable was there with me. This year the event was much better coordinated and bigger too, so it didn’t feel like sardine packing after a while which is fantastic. The atmosphere was wonderful, no mean spirits that I could tell, dogs galore, and vendors everywhere. Even a reptile house! The only problem I ran into was that when I’d walk up to or past vendors some people would outright ignore me or turn away so that they “don’t see me” only to attend to other people. Those people I didn’t bother with and took my business elsewhere. As I wandered around and bought things, I became increasingly aware that my dogs are missing out and I was missing them. The event was so much better organized that they probably would have enjoyed themselves. I mean, they had 2 or 3 people wandering around with mops to clean up the accidents!! And a poop station because Doody Calls was there! I couldn’t believe that I’d spent an hour and a half there when I left and I had a thought about coming back with them, but one look at the miserable parking situation nixed that idea. Dogs kept coming up to me, nosing my butt, and sniffing my bags (I had treats). DOGS GALORE. Next year, I’ll bring them. MONEY WAS SPENT THERE. Thankfully mostly cash, but then I went home and spent more money because of my sleepwalking thing.

…I hate saying “next year” or “later” or “next time” because there might not be one.

The rest of the evening was veg out, slow cooking the corned beef, and then it was SUNDAY. Whenever I’m busy like that the weekend already feels fulfilled. I promised the dogs out of guilt that I’d take them to the park, so I did. We woke up bright and early and left right at sunrise to get to the park. FIRST ONE THERE. Yessss. It was pretty brisk and the dogs were beside themselves because we hadn’t been to the park in a while (weather has not been favorable and I’ve been tired too) so they were particularly unruly. That made me think that maybe it was a good thing we hadn’t gone to the pet expo after all and if I wanted to bring them that I should tire them out first so we don’t get crazy unruly dog. It was great. Since there was no one there we took the long route, saw some deer, took pictures that Sir Grumpypants no longer wishes to take (he used to be SUCH a model boy!), saw some dogs and an hour and a half later went home. Around the one hour mark Liana got really tired and started lagging behind, but Sir Crotchety just kept trucking like the good boy he is. I’m so glad I went early because as I was leaving (around 8:30am) the crowds started spilling in. Got home and was trying to get my mom to look at pictures of my nephew to order for Easter, but instead got caught up in an email about bathroom vanities at Lowes and BOOM, off we went to get a bathroom vanity. That would be my project for the day and I was super excited for a project!! The best part, was that it would be the best way to procrastinate because I still need to get my CEs done for the license renewal! Way to perpetuate school-days-behaviors. I do this every year holy crap. So of course, I tell myself I’ll just do one every day I come home from work this week like homework. So I start on the vanity project that I’ve been talking about for months because no one ever wants to use our half bath/guest bath because it’s super cluttered, the toilet is scary and the pedestal sink gives us nothing to work with. I am STOKED about this. Aaaaaand of course the excitement turns into frustration very quickly. I am very thankful that whoever installed it did it right because nothing was hard to remove, but when you have a 30 year old house and pipe standards have changed drastically over time…CUE THE EXASPERATION. I have to say that this has got to be the sloppiest install I’ve ever done. The lack of space to work was a little difficult. Over 6 hours later, I’m mostly finished but since it was so sloppy and so much left to chance…I’m not confident. It does, however, look nice. Makes the bathroom much more inviting even though we still have the toilet issue. Another time, another time. I’ll give it a week or two before I make it permanent and secure it into the wall and add the caulk.

Not as proud of this work as the others. I hope it all holds up. Plumbing really is a pain. NOthing I hate more than having to drive out 3 or 4 times for things I thought I had right but didn’t. Well, what’s for sure is that we have only 1 more bathroom to update if we want to and at least I’ll remember that this house is 30 years old and we’ll buy it all at that point correctly. Sigh. At least I think people will want to actually use the bathroom now.

Today, Monday, will see us at my grandparent’s house to be there for their install of new cable and such. My body is in a bit of pain and I ate Waaaaay too much at the buffet last night. Full weekend, I tells ya! So glad to be getting paid this week.

One other thing before I go: I was wondering why in the heck my work bag keeps slipping off my shoulders these days when it wasn’t a big deal at all to keep it on. Turns out, I’ve been doing upper weights so much that I no longer have a shoulder for it to rest on so it falls right off. Bluh. Good thing I hate purses to begin with so I never carry them, but dang that’s annoying because that bag is heavy full of food every day. LOL.

My sleep-walking camera is coming today!!