I worry myself sometimes ;)

The coach's team lost the game (miserably). It was an away game so he didn't get home until 2 1/2 hours past his bedtime. Then, he couldn't find a parking space. He needs a woman (namely, me) to help him deal with these things. The woman (again, me) could probably find a way to make all his problems go away, at least for a couple of hours. How do I know what time he got home and that he couldn't find a parking space, you ask? It just so happens that I was walking past his house just as he was getting home. Yes, I swear it was just a coincidence (*cough* *cough*). It's not like I'm stalking him or anything. It's totally possible that I could have been just taking a walk at that time of night.

Anyway, at work we were talking about someone (other than me) who hasn't had a date in a while. One of the wittiest, most clever women I know said she doesn't consider this person heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual or even asexual. She considers this person "egosexual" and says if there isn't a full-length mirror above the bed, it's probably on the bathroom door so this person can practice self love and not feel so alone.

So, kids, the new word is egosexual. Remember it. Use it. Pass it on.

Good night at work

Turned out to be a good night at work after all. In August, I did a story about a little boy who needed a liver transplant. Last night, his grandmother sent us pictures from right after the surgery on Dec. 23, then one from Tuesday. She also told us the little boy's mother donated a kidney to her father 10 days before her son's surgery. Amazing, huh? So I called the mother, talked to her for a while, then wrote a cool story. Now, that's the kind of story I like to write. Makes it all worthwhile.

I need a vacation

Actually, I think I just need to sleep for a week or so. Even 8 hours straight would be good. Here's one dumb thing I did that tells me a need a break. I was putting out the trash last night. No big deal, right? Well, at 3:30 a.m. I woke up and, as I was getting back into bed, I noticed a small bag of trash near the bed. Know what I did? I put trash in a bag that had leftover Christmas cards, stamps and other Christmas stuff in it, then put that bag in the big trash bag and put it out at the curb. So, at 3:30 a.m. with several inches of snow already out there, and freezing rain coming down, I went outside, got the trash bag, dug through it for the "good" bag and replaced it with the trash.

Also, during my dentist appointment the dentist used this clamp-like thing to keep my mouth open (or something. One of these days I need to ask what he's actually doing in there.). So, as he's taking it out it gets stuck and he had to cut it out, which left a small hole in my gum. Before I went to bed, I brushed my teeth but forgot about the little hole. I broke the scab and my gum bled for about 10 minutes. I really hate the taste of blood. Worse yet, it started hurting, too. I hadn't had to take any ibuprofen or anything before that, which I usually do because of the pain from the novocaine shot. So, I took a Darvocet, which knocked me out for 4 hours. That kind made the trash incident even worse because I was so out of it when I had to be in the snow, cold & freezing rain. If it wasn't for the stamps and my light-up snowman necklace, I would have blown it off.

Anyway, happy 12th Day of Christmas to those of you who realize this is actually that day. The day the three wise men brought the gifts, ya know?

Would you believe I have neighbors who have their Valentine's Day decorations up already? Ridiculous! I wonder if I'm thinking that because I really hate Valentine's Day.

I don't think I have anything else to say right now. If there's another slow night at work, I'll be back.

OK. Back to WEBoggle.

Is this too much to ask for in a guy?

1.Intelligence. Doesn't necessarily have to be a brain surgeon or rocket scientist. I'd be happy with someone who knows about current events and is willing to discuss them with me.

2.Sense of humor. Doesn't necessarily have to be as funny as George Carlin or Steve Martin (back when he was funny). I'd be happy with someone who "gets" Seinfeld and who makes me laugh every now and then.

3.Good job. Again, doctor or lawyer (especially lawyer) isn't necessary. I'd be happy with someone who goes to work everyday and brings home a steady paycheck so he isn't bumming money and stuff from me.

4.Reader. Must like to read all kinds of books, including mine.

5.Sports. Yes, I've met guys who aren't into sports as much as I am. That's just not good. I need someone who likes basketball (especially NCAA), football (being a Bills fan would get him huge bonus points) and, unbelieveably enough, golf. He also has to know enough about baseball to care about the playoffs and World Series and, when the Mets aren't out of the running by July, be excited with/for me.

6.Movies. Must like all kinds of movies and be somewhat knowledgeable about more stars than Julia Roberts and Catherine Zeta-Jones. Enjoying classic movies, in black and white, is a huge plus.

7.Sexuality. Preferrably heterosexual but, bisexual with a preference for women works, too.

8.Tolerance. Must be tolerant of alternative lifestyles, all races and religions.

9.Kindness. Speaks for itself. Would be a huge plus if he got excited at my excitement over random acts of kindness.

10.Probably the most important because this has been the downfall of my last three previous relationships. Don't take me for granted. A little goddess worship would be nice but, just remembering my birthday, or even my scheudle, would be good.

So, seriously, is that too much to ask for?

Snap out of it!

I felt fine most of the day, especially after I found out my 4-year-old nephew thinks I'm "da bomb" but, all of sudden it felt as if a black cloud just enveloped me. Now I'm so depressed -- about what, I don't know -- that I could burst into tears any second. I hate that feeling.

Maybe I just need to get laid.

Way late, but ...

I feel like doin' The Mambo

1. What was the best album released in 2004?
Songs About Jane - Maroon 5

2. What was the best single released in 2004?
Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows

3. What new (or new to you) artist did you discover this year?
Dashboard Confessional (They're new to me. I'm old. ;))

4. What was the best video made this year?
It's hard to pick just one but, Bowling for Soup's 1985 makes me smile.

5. What was the best concert you attended this year?
Did I attend a concert this year?

6. What was the musical scandal that amused you most?
The Ashlee Simpson SNL lip sync thing. The Janet Jackson boob thing was amusing for a while 'til people starting taking it too seriously. It's a boob, folks!

7. What song or album that you discovered this year would you recommend to us?
Songs About Jane - Maroon 5

Just stuff

I'm sad about Jerry Orbach. I'm sad about the tsunami, and I wish there was more I could to help besides sending money. I'm sad that Erica lost her baby. I'm sad that my Mom is never going to get better. I'm sad that Nick's Mom isn't going to get better. I'm sad that the GSG thing isn't working out. I'm sad that I don't have time to do all the stuff I want to do. I'm sad because I don't get to see Steve as much as I want to.

But, I'm not depressed. Just sad.

However, I am happy because I didn't gain as much weight as I thought I did over the holidays. I can still zip up my jeans. Yay me. I'm happy because (I hope!) I'll get to see my nephews this weekend. I'm still happy that the Editor's Pet and Sweet Girl asked me to go out with them Monday. I happy that the Bills gave me hope after all. I happy that we're getting a break from winter weather & it's gonna be in the 40s and 50s for the rest of the week.

Anyway ... Jaeger Bombs are the new coffee. I wish! I could go for starting my day with a couple of them. Big thanks to Sweet Girl for introducing me to them.

Update on yesterday's 16-year-old moment: The sports guy said he forgot to talk to the coach about me. However, I could have sworn that I heard him say "She's here right now." Could have just been my imagination, though, I guess. Anyway, the sports guy said he will talk to the coach about me next time they talk, which probably won't be 'til next Wednesday. I guess I can wait that long. I wonder how much weight I can lose by then. Not that it should matter. If he likes me, he likes me. It shouldn't matter that I need to lose a couple of pounds, especially if the sports guy can somehow throw into the conversation that I've lost 125 pounds so far & I'm still working on it.

Okay. I have to go put my clothes in the dryer. I may just write more after that.

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First of all, thanks to everyone who stopped by to wish me & Mom well. That means a lot to me.

Mom is doing as well as can be expected, I guess. She's kind of depressed, though, because I think the seriousness of her condition has finally sunk in. But, she tries to stay in good spirits. I think that's partially to keep me from being too depressed, though.

Anyway, she gave me the best Christmas present she could have given me on Thursday. That's the day we realized my sister, although she hadn't made it official yet, wouldn't be here for Christmas. Earlier in the day, I had bought a fiber optic Christmas tree, just 'cause I wanted a tree with lights and we didn't have one (and didn't feel like going to all the trouble). I wasn't sure how Mom felt about it 'til I walked through the front door on my dinner break from work & saw that she had turned the tree on. I said "Wow. You turned my tree on." She said "It made you so happy when you got it, I thought you might like to have it on when you got home." After that, she told me that she really appreciated everything I'd done to make Christmas nice for everyone. She said she was sad because there was so much she wanted to do but didn't have the strength or energy to do. But, I did it without being asked or told. And it was simple stuff, too, like putting her Christmas table cloths on the the dining room & kitchen tables and displaying the Christmas cards. So, we hugged each other & told each other we loved each other. One of the coolest Christmas gifts ever, 'cause she's not a huggy "I love you" type person.

Enough mush. The only thing I really wanted for Christmas (besides seeing my nephews, which I ddin't get) was for the Bills to win. They did! One more win (and a Denver or Jets loss) will do it. With the abysmal start to the season, I can't even believe I'm thinking playoffs in the last week of the season.

One of these days, if my life ever calms down, I'm going to get back to blogging regularly. I hope it's soon because I sure do miss it. And there are many days at work that are this slow & give me the time to make such long blog entries.

If it stays like this for the next 6 1/2 hours I could be doing all my catching up on the blog tonight.



Sick & tired of being sick & tired

It's been a rough month so far. Two weekends ago I was really sick. I didn't have the flu, but I did have a fever and was totally wiped out. Then, before I even had a chance to recover, my Mom got sick. She has congestive heart failure so it wasn't totally unexpected but with every episode it gets worse. She spent 8 days in the hospital, which you would think would be easier on me. It wasn't. She's very demanding when she's in the hospital. Then, when the doctor was ready to send her home, she wasn't ready to go. He said she'd have to go into a nursing home. She wasn't ready for that either, at least on Wednesday. Thursday morning, she said she was. By Thursday evening, she was ready to go home again. Thursday was very stressful. But she is home now. However, she's still very weak and unable to do much of anything. And, it figures, that I'm working a lot during the next couple of weeks so I have to make sure everything's in order for her so she doesn't have to do anything for herself when I'm not there. As if all of that isn't enough, I'm sick again. I've been using hand sanitizer, taking mega doses of Vitamin C and doing everything else I can to keep from getting sick but, obviously, it didn't work. At least by running to the bathroom every 15 minutes I should get enough exercise to lose the 10 pounds I gained by not eating right all month.

Then there's this crap:



I'm tellin' ya, if the Bills lose today I'm going to slash my wrists. Not really, but it'll be depressing. They went and got my hopes up again, I hope they don't let me down.

More angel stuff

I was going back to work after my dinner break last night. I parked on the street, across the street from the building. I distinctly remember saying "I better turn these lights off so I don't forget & end up with a dead battery. Then I turned the lights off. There were a couple of cars in the road, and it was raining, so I waited in the car 'til they passed so I wouldn't have to wait to cross the street. After the cars passed, I opened my door and heard the "ding-ding-ding" warning that something wasn't turned off in the car. I closed the door again and, just as I did, another car came whipping around the corner and came within probably 2 inches of my car. If I had gotten out of the car & was standing there, I would have gotten hit by the car and my car door would have been ripped off. So, what was the "ding-ding-ding?" The lights were on.

Now, tell me I don't have a guardian angel.