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Because I can't bear to eulogize Doug - 2008-08-19
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11:12 a.m. - 2003-04-15
I was telling Mike yesterday that I need to buy a hoodie. He looked confused, so I said, "You know, a zippered sweatshirt jacket with a hood." He made one of those husband noises (something between a grunt and a snort) and asked why didn't I just SAY I needed a zippered sweatshirt jacket with a hood? I rolled my eyes, made a wife noise (something between a tsk and huff) and said, "The same reason you don't say, 'I'm going to put fuel in our combustion engine powered vehicle produced by Ford Motor Company' and say, 'I'm going to gas up the Bronco'. The article of clothing in question has a name." He protested and claimed I made up the word 'hoodie'. We got into one of those dopey "Did not!" "Did so!" arguments. Wolf finally broke it up by saying sternly, "Mom, Dad, do you want to sit in the naughty chair?" There was a delicious irony in our 5 year old telling us to cut the crap and stop acting like babies. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm mad at Minwax. Their most recent color chart is a big fib. It's time to stain the pocket doors, staircase risers and floors at the Hobbit House. We decided to match the color of the banister on the stairs. Mike picked up their color chart at the hardware store and one of the stains is EXACTLY right. Only Minwax doesn't MAKE that stain yet. The one we chose was from the "New" section and putting the chart (ha) before the horse, Minwax printed up the new brochures BEFORE getting around to actually producing the stain. Boo on you, Minwax for getting me all happy about finding the perfect color and then not coming through with it. And I'd like to know why 'English Chestnut' is a NEW color when it's the exact color of a banister that's nearly 100 years old? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Joy of joys, my face has erupted again. And my boobs are so full I feel like I should put my head through a stanchion and moo to be milked. From the bloat and the zits I know I’m about to get my period for the FIFTH time in 12 weeks. See? THIS is why 40-something women don’t go middle aged crazy and run off with hot 20 year old cuties like men do. We’re never off the rag long enough to get some serious action. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why is it that Republicans were dementedly determined to nail Clinton to a cross for LOSING $150K in a supposed insider deal and yet don’t make a peep that the Vice-President (vice is right) gave his own company the job of cleaning up Iraq? A huge multimillion dollar contract secretly awarded to a company that neither had to bid against other companies nor state from the get-go how much the clean-up might cost? Please spare me the “Dick Chaney doesn’t run Halliburton anymore” crap. This sweet deal he rigged is one of the most blatant conflicts of interest I’ve ever seen. The stench of the hypocrisy rising from Washington makes my eyes water. Waxman and Co. better go after this slimy, war profiteering dickwad with hammer and tongs or I’m giving up and moving to Canada. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Actually, Canada sounds good anyhow. At least in Canada I could get an abortion if I needed one and not have to go through a 24 hour waiting period and have to sit through a sermon with graphic pictures about supposed the pain the microscopic embryo will be inflicted with. The women of Minnesota must be soooo grateful to Governor Tim Pawlenty for deciding that they NEED to jump through his hoops before making the most personal decision of their lives. In Canada I could go see a doctor without wondering how I’m going to pay for it. Hell can’t be worse than being too broke to afford health insurance and being too “rich” to get Medicaid. My last neuro evaluation cost over $6,800. Be nice if I could try some of the new MS drugs and not weep that I’m blowing my son’s college tuition on a treatment that only has a chance of working. And in Canada I could buy the one drug that HAS helped and not risk a 5 year stretch in Sing-Sing. Yup, being an MSer who has gotten some relief from the pukes, pain, and shakes with marijuana makes me a criminal in the eyes of my government. The same government which denies me affordable access to drugs which ARE legal. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mike is driving a friend down to the Bronx today. She’s not well enough to drive herself, Jude has fibro-myalgia. Wolf has been stumping for a trip to the zoo so Mike thought it would be an ideal opportunity to take him. Father and son are playing hooky on this gorgeous spring day and are off to visit the animals. And I’m here trying not to be too bitter that this damned disease has me too lamed up to go with them. Do you have any idea how much it fucking SUCKS that I can’t even take my boy to the zoo? How much it hurt to wave good-bye? How hard I’ve had to try to nail a smile on my face so as not to make them feel guilty for going without me? Waxing wroth about everything, ~LA
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