ugh, ChiKat, that's a rough situation. I hope everything goes as easily as possible for both of your folks.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
MANAMANA!
You’re evil. But we knew that.
From Steph’s link
Several times daily contract and release that muscle in sets, as many times as you comfortably can. At first you may not be able to do more than 10-15 at a time, but with time you should be able to do several hundred a day.
Boy Kegels!
I have been volunteered to work the WF booth for the AsthmaWalk this Saturday.
Two words – comp. time.
I have been volunteered to work the WF booth for the AsthmaWalk this Saturday.
Two words – comp. time.
More words: Week Of Caring, company-wide expectation of volunteering and community service, looking good to the boss. At least it's being sociable and giving people things, instead of cleaning up highways or summat.
Kegel exercises, AKA Fun You Can Have In Your Cubicle Without Anyone Knowing.
Do you have front air bags? How tall is he? Can't he fit in the other seat in the back?
Heh. I knew that you would ask those questions. He's 4'8". More than 80 lbs. We do have a passenger side front air bag.
What's the recommendation now anyway?
He could probably fit in the other side of the back, but he frequently naps on the way home on our commute and he couldn't do that with that car seat there.
How about if I put him in the recline position?
Poor Suzi's mom. I hope the pain level goes down/gets better managed really soon.
My brain does that to me, for not much reason, Hec. I cut off(well, Mom, did) tons of hair yesterday.
I finally called a friend of mom's - J - to see if she was still planning on hitting the hospital today. J assured me that she would find out what is up and call me by 1pm. I just hate that I'm hesitant to call mom.
I know why they don't, but geeesh, letting patients use a cell phone would be MUCH easier than those hospital phones.
A bit ago, when I was calling J and crying, I looked up to see a maintenance guy on a ladder in the cube next to me. He was crawling up into the ceiling, but man, way to intrude on an emotional breakdown. He gave me a pitying look before disappearing into the ceiling tile. Blarg. Thinking back, I can giggle about it, but at the time, I wanted to kick the ladder out from under him.
JZ is eager to play dressup with the baby.
Me: We don't have a lot in the tiny sizes. How come there's so much pink?
JZ: The Buffistas gave us mostly practical gifts
[ed note: Yay carseat! Yay Baby Bjorn!]
and I was counting on them to de-pink us.
Me: Well, it's not like I'm anti-pink. God knows if its good enough for Jilli and msbelle it's good enough for Matilda. It's just...there's a lot of it. I don't know if any of the hats will fit.
JZ: What about juliana's Hot Babe hat?
Me: Yeah, that might work.
She's off to breast feeding class, which gives me a few more minutes to unpack. I think I'll be shuttling back and forth today. Baby pictures were promised by early afternoon.
Actually, I'm going to request that localistas visit JZ in the next couple days if they can. I don't like leaving her alone so much but I really have a lot of house stuff to do. Anybody? Bueller? Baby snuzzling! I'll give rides home to the public transporters!
Ok. This just happened, and probably only juliana will appreciate it to it's fullest extent.
Boss: Did none of you notice that the Diet Coke Fairy came last night?
Me: He did?? I love the Diet Coke Fairy!
Boss: Geez! Not even a thank you!
Me: Thank you for the Diet Coke, Fairy!
cue uproarious laughter
Irene: Boss, you great big pansy!
Me and Irene: LET"S GO MEET THE PANSIES!!!!