oh please help me mr. hottie...

I’m not excited at all about having this foot surgery. The only thing I’m remotely happy about is the fact that I’m probably going to get some really good sleep. For those of you who don’t know, I love sleep. I could sleep all day if I had the time. In fact, I love drug-induced sleep. You know the kind where you take some type of medicine that makes you drowsy and you don’t wake up the slightest little noise. Oh, I love that sleep. That’s the greatest for me because I’m a really light sleeper. I hear the newspaper guy throw the paper every morning at 5 a.m., unless I’m having a drug-induced sleep. I’ll get plenty of that after my surgery.

Other than that, I’m not really digging this blue boot for 5 weeks. It’s so ugly and big. I have got to come up with something else. I asked Nurse Ellen if it comes in other colors, but she looked at me like I was crazy. Nurse Ellen and I have built a wonderful relationship these past couple of months. After we got past the day she got snippy with me because she thought I wasn’t taking the surgery seriously. We built inroads when she realized who I was (the daughter of two of her other patients they’ve done surgery on. Now we’ve got a pretty good friendship going. I call her once every couple of days to ask her questions and see how she is doing. She does the same for me.

Now I just need some good pick up lines. Earlier today I was thinking and I could really use this whole foot thing to my advantage.

“Oh, I’m in so much pain Mr. Hottie.” I’d say. “Can you pick me up and take me anywhere you want.” (Preferably with your shirt off.)

My co-worker said she’d try to help me think of some good lines. See, there could be a good side in all of this…

cake

watch...

Weekend wrap-up...

Weekends go by so fast - even the ones where we have an extra day off. I slept all day yesterday after the graduation party, which turned out well. I think I spent too much time outside. You know how you feel a bit hungover after a night of drinking? That’s the way I felt Monday, except I didn’t have a drop of alcohol. I felt icky after swimming and spending hours outside because of my sinuses.

I was elated it didn’t rain and everyone got a chance to take a dip in the pool. Almost everyone came who RSVPed, which made for a packed house, but I think everyone had fun. The cake turned out beautifully. I’ll have to post a photo soon. It was delicious too.

Overall, it was a great party. I got all of these presents, which was kind of unexpected. I knew my parents’ friends would bring presents, but I didn’t expect my friends too. I just wanted them to come and get the free food. Most surprisingly, I finally got the watch from my parents I had been saving up for. For the past year, I’ve been saving up my Nordstrom gift cards to by this Burberry watch. Well, I finally got enough back in April. I just hadn’t bought it yet. But my parents bought it for me as my graduation present. Totally unexpected! I didn’t think they were getting me anything because the party was kind of a present. That and I usually can find a present beforehand since I’m so nosy. But this, I had no idea about.

It was good to see everyone though. I feel like it was a good time to have a party, since I’ll be having surgery next week. My dad will be having surgery next month too. So it’s right before we get back to all of our health business.

graduation extravaganza

My small graduation party has turned into a huge extravaganza right before my eyes. I invited about 20-25 people. Many of them were four hours way, out of town so I didn’t expect them to come, so it was more like an announcement.

Imagine my surprise when all of them start calling last weekend to let me know they are booking their hotel. The grand total – 46 people.

The party is technically supposed to be a pool party. We plan on having barbecue among other things. I hope it doesn’t rain or I don’t know what I’m going to do.

So yes, I have a big weekend coming up. My cousin will be the first to come in town on Friday. Everyone is excited about swimming in the pool. Meanwhile, I have to get everything ready – mainly the food. Then I have a wedding to attend on Saturday. Not to mention, I have to get ahead on my work a bit, since I’ll be out for my surgery. I’ll work from home some, but I have a bunch of Internet stuff to do. By the way, my gripe for the day is having to spend $574.26 for them to cut on my foot and put me in pain. They should pay me for getting a stab at my foot (pun intended). Anyways, then there’s freelance stuff (hey, I have to bring in some extra cash to at the least pay to fill up my tank.).

However, the party should be interesting. There’s going to be a great mix of people there, which always creates an electic atmosphere.

he's back and they are alive...

S finally came back and all of the fish are alive. I had never been so happy to see him. He also brought me back a bottle of tequila. It was expensive and supposed to be one of the best. We are going to open it in a couple of weeks after I have my surgery. I will need something to numb the pain.

So I’m going under the knife in less than 2 weeks. I decided to go ahead and get the surgery over with after my foot locked up on me for the second time while I was driving. I guess I didn’t realize the severity of it until suddenly my big toe on my right foot collapsed while I was driving on the freeway. I had this excruciating pain in my right foot that wouldn’t go away. So I pulled over on the side of the freeway until the pain subsided. I knew what the problem was and how to temporarily fix it. After all, I’ve had this problem almost all my life. It’s just my big toes has never collapsed on me like this and caused as much as it did that day. I called my friend I was going to meet to tell him I was going to be late. He offered to come and get me, but I declined. I would never condone anyone getting out of the car on a freeway (especially that already has a speed limit of 70 mph) - yet alone, myself getting out of the car. In order for the pain to subside, I had to put something in between my big toe and second toe to straighten it out. Unfortunately, that week I had cleaned out my car and had nothing in my car except for one thing – a sanitary pad (I always keep an extra one in my car, in case I have an unexpected period). In shame, I ripped the pad and put part of it between my toes. As if this couldn’t have happened at worse time. After about 10 minutes the pain subsided and I was able to drive to my destination with a pad in between my toes. Try not to laugh too hard. My co-worker couldn't stop laughing as I was telling her what happened. (I'm the only one in my group who's not married and doesn't have kids; so everybody at my job lives vicariously though my adventures.)

I’m a bit stubborn so it took one more time for this to happen for me to book my surgery. Luckily, the second time I had my brother in the car with me, so he had to take over driving. And you know it must have been some pain if I let my brother drive my car.

So in two weeks I’m going under the knife while knocked out. I wonder what I will dream of...

fishsitter...yes I am

I never thought I’d say this but I’m fish sitting. They aren’t just ordinary fish. These amazing salt water fish and I’m scared I’m going to kill them. Or I guess I’m more scared that my best friend S will kill me if I kill his fish.

He says he won’t be mad at me if I do, but I’m not so sure about that. I can barely take care of myself, yet alone some living and breathing fish. My track record isn’t so great with fish. The first fish I had named Trixsy lasted the longest and that was for about a month.

S’s fish aren’t just regular fish, like mine were. It takes so much to feed them. He has like 10-15 of them in this huge tank. There’s Big Daddy, Sharky, Nemo, Tigger (I named him)…the list goes on.

I have to feed them every other day until S gets back. Then it's not just feeding them. It's filling up the tank with water, putting cap fulls of these green stuff and even cleaning out the poop container (eww...). The things I do for S. I swear if this was anybody but S I wouldn't do it.

But man, I hope he comes back soon. I don’t know if I’m doing everything right. Did I put enough water in? Did I put enough food in? Did I put the seaweed in right? Oh my goodness, I hope that fish doesn’t bite me. This could be the end of S and I as we know it.

Ooo, idea. Maybe I should use this as a test. S wants me to move in with him, but I’m hesitant because I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I already feel like we are some old married couple. All we do is fight all the time and we know each other a little too well. But arguing is our thing. That’s what we do and we do it well. S might drive me crazy sometimes, but it is what it is.

So I think I'm going to use this as a test. Let’s see how well this goes first. Then we’ll talk about the moving in thing. Hey and maybe I won’t have anything to worry about. I did everything he told me to do right…I think.

And he did leave me the number to the fish doctor. If all else fails I can just call him. He’s $75 an hour, but I think it just might be worth it, if it means saving our friendship.

it's war...

Those damn ducks! They won’t go away. They keep coming back. We got a bb gun, hit them and they still keep coming back. This is unreal. I called the city and they said since it’s a mallard duck, they can’t touch them; they are protected by law. Protected by law my ass. We didn’t get a $40,000 pool to be harassed by some damn ducks.

We went to Academy to get the gun last week. The salesmen had never heard of ducks so bold. They said they put up a fake owl to get rid of ducks, but they were unsure if it would get rid of ducks. I doubt it because these ducks are bigger than an owl and quite frankly seem to be fairly smart.

So we’ve been shooting the ducks since Wednesday. No change. Saturday I go out there to shoot the duck again. I missed with the first shot. After that, I realized I needed to reload. I turn the door knob to go back in the house to get the ammunition and that’s when I realized I locked myself out. That damn duck! I’m sure he was just laughing at me. So I had to go to my neighbor’s house to get the extra key.

Seriously, I can’t believe these ducks keeping coming back. Tonight there were about four of them circling our house. They’d fly into our pool leave them come back. It’s like they were mocking us. I’m mad now.

So I searched the Internet for solutions to get rid of ducks. Here are some answers I found:

“I know of a suburb of st louis that had a problem with wild geese. They got themselves a border collie if you cant have a dog in your area or dont know someone who has a dog that will chase them off I think they also have something that makes a noise that wild birds do not like whenever they come in a certain area that works like an invisible fence. I dont know where to find it but I hope this info helps.”

“There is a company that puts out "natural" repellents for landscapes called "liquid fence". They make something for every kind of animal, including ducks. Here is a link with the product. You apply it on the lawn and it is unpalatable to ducks and geese when they feed, making them go elsewhere to eat. I talked to a company Representative a few months back and he said that they have had great feedback from customers. It even has a 100% money back guarantee included. Hope this helps you out..”

“leave some crocodiles in ur pool.”

“first you need to find out where they are coming from and then when you find that out you need to make a food trail from your pool to that place and lead them further on dump a lot of food run and pray they don't follow you.”

“if you pound stakes in the ground ,or use existing trees ,and run fishing line from one to the others in a square like pattern ,it is not only invisible to the naked eye ,but NO birds will fly OVER NOR UNDER the lines . works great for pool decks also.”

“Point 12 gauge in general direction of ducks.....pull trigger.”

They are all very interesting answers. I don’t know about making my whole backyard a war zone, although it’s almost kind of that way now. But the longer this goes on, the longer I’m liking the last suggestion…I’ve never had duck for dinner, but I’d sure like to try it.