Update

The sliver that violated my finger a few weeks ago? Its gone. It left without saying goodbye.

If this is a sin...

If it is wrong to love a material object, I shall burn with Hitler and all of his evil companions for I truly love my new ipods.

Madness!

It snowed in Las Vegas last night. There was snow on my car this morning! Madness I say!

A Sliver of Hell

Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating. Little splinters of wood from a poorly sanded desk are quite painful though. I’d expect more from this fine desk I sit at. The thing is covered in fine marble for goodness sake, how is it that the wood was splintering? Picture this- yesterday morning, happy as can be sitting at my desk. Suddenly, as I slide my hand across to reach for something, my tender flesh snags on a rough piece of wood and a sliver is embedded in the pointer finger of my left hand. Zouch! I was able to get a part of it out, but a tiny little piece remains, and is causing redness and irritation. I’m left handed too, so I think I qualify for disability now right?

Zuzu rocks

Congrats on the new jorb!

A is for Austin

Whilst making dinner tonight, I was hit by an urge to do something fun for Austin. Rolling out the dough for my biscuits thought I “Say, howsabout I make a biscuit in the shape of an A? A for Austin. He’ll get a kick out of that!” Pleased with the perfect, golden brown “A” shaped biscuit, I presented it to the lad. Austin’s large blue eyes filled with tears and he started whimpering “Oh no, oh no, oh no! I can’t eat that! I hate this!”
His response wasn’t exactly what I’d hoped for. I was well aware that it was just a biscuit. I didn’t expect him to sing hallelujahs to the heavens, but I certainly didn’t plan on him being upset by it. Austin insisted I take photos of said biscuit with my camera phone, put it in a baggie and store it in the freezer so he could have it forever and ever. Apparently Austin is going through a phase where he hates to let anything go, no matter how trivial it is. I imagine with the triplet’s due date approaching, Austin senses that his life is about to go through a major metamorphosis. While he won’t wake up as a giant cockroach or anything that extreme, he is going to have to share his mommy with three demanding babies. That’s going to take some adjusting to. I believe he senses this, and as a result is clinging to everything he holds dear. Nothing can be thrown away, because its his world being discarded with the empty milk jugs and newspapers we should be recycling. Poor feller.
Kurt, Elizabeth, Austin and I ate dinner, and it seemed as though the matter of the A-Shaped biscuit had passed until Kurt said “Guess what’s going to happen to night Austin?” Kurt was referring to the fact that the tooth fairy would be replacing the tooth Austin had lost earlier in the day with a shiny quarter. However, Austin’s face crumpled and he said “I know what’s going to happen! You’re going to get my biscuit out of the fridge and eat it yourself! Or you’re going to throw it away!” At this, I had to run from the room as the image of Kurt cruelly devouring the baked good was to comical for me to suppress a huge guffaw. Oh little Austin…things will be alright. He’ll see. When that day comes, perhaps he’ll pull the biscuit A from its frozen tomb, thaw it and eat it with honey. That will be a fine day indeed. I just hope its before the freezer burn gets it.

Battle of the Blanc.

Pale fleshy arms and pale fleshy legs,
My skin is the huge of the shells on eggs.

I long to be tan and kissed by sun,
As though the woes of winter had never begun.

To see a tan line accross my chest,
Is the Christmas gift I'd like the best.

Brown on my stomach and brown on my face,
Would make me smile all over the place!

Who knew?

Who knew how much I'd enjoy seeing Styx? There was something comforting about the fact that they looked just as they should-long hair, tight pants, fancy guitars. All their songs were bright and happy and the female fans threw plenty of bras and panties. A good time was had by all.

Nobody Nose

Flashback to kindergarten: 5-year-old Suzy is singing her heart out during the Christmas program at Rolling Meadows. On stage. With her blood pouring out her little nose. In a blur, she is carried off stage by an elderly male teacher, whose name is forgotten. Mrs. Denny holds her thumb tightly while explaining that it is a pressure point. That's where the memory stops.
I was able to relive this wackiness a bit at work yesterdee. Whilst dealing with an angry gent on the telephone I felt a hot trickling out of my nostril. It was cold in the office, so I was used to a running nose but was shocked when my tissue was covered in blood. Gah! How fun it was explaining to the admin assistant "Uh, Lynda? Jennie's going to have to deal with this guy. I just got a bloody nose." Briskly walking through the executive offices with a bloody tissue pressed to one's nose is a humbling experience to be sure. As soon as everyone important was aware of my crisis, it stopped. I went to the bathroom, coughed up some blood (strange, that's never happened before) and the nosebleed was over. Huh. So what caused this thing? I have no idea. Perhaps I'll never know.