Sigh. I hate when I get pissy with someone and then find out I'm not 100% right, and have to back off--even though I'm still pissy. (In other words, Meschantes STILL HASN"T SHIPPED MY CORSET, and keeps saying it's "right on schedule" without actually saying when I'll get it. And I got mad, and sent an annoyed email...and then went back and checked ebay, and realized I was remembering the wording slightly wrong, as to when they'd ship it. Provided they ship it TOMORROW, they're still in their promise--I could wish they'd be at the START of their promise rather than the end, and I'm still pissed at their lack of communication, but had to send a "sorry, ignore last email" email)

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(((Gud)))

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I was offline, but I had a scary thing happen and realized what it will be like livign on my own.

There was a roach. It's disgusting and must be a sign that my room needs a major cleaning.

It was up high and over in the corner above teh shelving so I couldn't get to it. However, I tried. And failed. Then tried again, getting on a rather unstable vanity stool I have. I ended up losing my balance, falling, grabbing at the shelving, and then I went down. It happened fast and slow at the same time.

I think maybe I tried to catch myself or lessen the fall. But I knocked over my computer (so I'm making sure it works), broke the floor fan that I landed on. It was very loud and I laid there for a minute trying to decide if I was okay and thanking god I wasn't dead or nothing hurt very bad.

Bruises are already forming on my arms and legs and my neck feels strained.

Dad, who was in teh next room, didn't come to check it out. I knocked stuff off shelves, there were loud crashing noises and nothing.

And I was very passive aggressive about it, I hobbled around checking out the places that hurt. Then tapped on his door and after getting his attention (he really really needs a hearing aid)I told him the loud falling noise he heard was me.

I'm going to be sore tomorrow.

And I'm pissed at Dad because he didn't come ask what was going on, I think partly he didn't hear the crash and just felt the thud as I hit the floor.

I know I should just realize he's not going to get hearing aids and leave it at that but it pisses me off. He freaked me out several times when he was taking me to work. I forget that he has to look at you to really understand what you are saying, so when we were on the interstate I'd start talking and he'd turn his head to face me and not look at the road.

He got hearing aids before and never wore them and when I asked about getting new ones he doesn't want to and plus they are expensive. My dad isn't wealthy but he's far from poor and he can afford hearing aids.

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{{Gud}} I'm sorry.

Hey editorial type people, what might a capitalized and underlined N mean in proofing marks? I'm stumped.

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{{{askye}}} I am glad you aren't too hurt. Feel better.

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Askye, you live in Florida. Having a roach does not mean you're grossy mcgross pants. I'm sorry you fell and I hope the bruising isn't too bad in the morning. As for your dad, obviously he doesn't feel that he's missing enough to make it worth the trouble to wear a hearing aid. That's sad for him, and for you, but until he decides it's worth the trouble (and it could be that they make him feel old, so hard to fight gut emotion), he likely won't wear it, even if you talk him into getting one.

eta: Thanks, Steph. I remember that picture of Raquel! Dang, the woman's good looking.

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Askye--when you live alone, get a nice stable step stool.

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askye, about the hearing aids...I don't know if this will help you convince your father or not, but one of the things the audiologist discussed with us when I finally convinced my grandmother to go get hearing aids was that one of the effects of diminished hearing over the long term was a loss of processing ability in the brain. In other words, hearing aids could make the sounds louder, but she might not (and in fact didn't) regain the ability to understand them. In her case, this took the form of a problem with selectivity. If several people were talking at once, or the TV was on in the background, all the voices turned into those "wah-wah" sounds they used for adult characters in the Charlie Brown cartoons. In hindsight, she should have gotten the hearing aids 10 years earlier. Even 5 years earlier might have made a difference.

My point is that it is worthwhile to keep trying to get your Dad to use his hearing aids, if only to maintain what hearing and comprehension he currently has.

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Deena, have you googled for proofing marks? I can't find my cheat sheet, or I'd look it up for you.

Sigh. I used to know them.

Gah. Have I mentioned at all how completely terror-filled I am at even the thought of anything happening to my kid? I managed to have a night of anxiety insomnia two days ago, where I didn't go to bed until *Paul was up to go to work* on account of a sudden terror of SIDS. Seriously. After her 5am feed, I had to have him go and get her ready to go back down in the other room so that I could fall asleep.

Does it get better? I mean, it's just... well, frankly, I didn't know it was possible to love something or someone this much, and it's scary and shit.

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A meara, partially to reply to meara:

Ooh, really? I think I've seen it [Barenjager] at the liquor store and wondered if it was good.

It is so very delicious...

Back to the boobies...

I keep reading about y'all who are like "I got these overnight", and remembering in 7th and 8th grade (and 9th, and...) when I kept waiting for that to happen, and finally had to say "Wait, you mean this is all I get? WTF???"

I went from totally and completely flat-chested - seriously, *totally* - to pretty much having the boobs I have today (well, the perk isn't quite what it used to be) in my senior year and in the span of maybe months. Late developing isn't even the phrase at that point. It was like I looked down and, boom, "wha?!?!?!?!?! where'd those come from?"

However, props to those that make bras (go team demi) because most any of them can give me cleavage that can hold beverages for me. Well, as long as they aren't too cold. That feels funny.

the local news crews had a bet going on when the first triple-digit day would be

Where are you in Az, WindSparrow? I know I knew once but I have disrecalled.

The BF once was walking down a street downtown in broad daylight and a car screeched to a halt and they threw a dead body out onto the sidewalk and sped off. There were several people around but everyone was looking at the body

It was, to me, amazing what I did and did not remember when seeing Something Shocking in Crime. When DebetEsse, billytea and I saw the end of an armed robbery? I could describe the gun. Cause I saw the gun. I think there was a person attached. Likely there was a person. I couldn't tell you a thing about the alleged person though. I did, however, give a good description of the gun.

Only other crime I was ever around was when the ex's dad robbed banks. And I didn't know about that until he had been arrested. The aftermath was really disturbing to me.

it's definitely a work in progress, content-wise, but I firmly believe image is everything.

It's lovely Raquel. I read through most of it and bookmarked it for later.

sj, I am glad James is doing well...

I can now explain why I've been growling "I hate my job" all week.

Oh Betsy, I am so sorry. That just sucks beyond the telling. Even with the time and a half.

Hey editorial type people, what might a capitalized and underlined N mean in proofing marks? I'm stumped.

*stumped*

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