It's rainy! Also raining, generally.
That's so beside the point. You better not try and rain on Federer.
My health insurance company just called me to try and sign me up for an outreach program where a registered nurse will call me. I already have a nosy nurse who calls me and suggests things I've already tried--the only reason I even let her is because I was bored and I couldn't believe my insurance covered something so silly. Now they're trying to give me another one?
I guess I shouldn't be irritable with people suggesting things I've already tried--sometimes they will be things I haven't tried, and it could be something useful. When my father told me in such stern tones that I really should read the article on plastic surgery and migraines I felt I was letting him down by telling him I wasn't a good candidate since Botox hadn't worked on me, but even though the article had just been written it seems like no one has anything i new to say.
I'm even getting retread suggestions on OK Cupid. But I kinda asked for it with my user name. I just didn't want anyone to be able to tell me I pulled chronic migraines out of my ass as an excuse.
How come you didn't qualify for the heart thing again? This came up on Mystery Diagnosis and I was trying to remember.
I guess I shouldn't be irritable with people suggesting things I've already tried
Yesterday, we had a stress management talk, and the guy said that a woman who'd had chronic migraines for years followed his stress relief tips and breathing/meditation exercises for a couple weeks and her migraines went away. I thought of you.
Ima go wink at you on OKCupid, ita.
My baby girl went off to her first middle school dance tonight.
It's a welcome back luau and she's wearing shorts, a t-shirt, leis, and a floral ponytail holder.
She was looking forward to doing the limbo.
Hold me.
These are horrible people who should not have children. [link] (Not necessarily abusive, but just really mean -- they bought the kid clothes, put them in an X-Box box, and wrapped it as a Christmas present, then filmed him getting all excited to get an X-Box and then laughed at him fighting back tears when he realized it was just clothes, and then put it on YouTube.)
My parents always did the opposite. They would buy us video games and then put them in a Coke box or something and wrap the Coke box.
Not necessarily abusive, but just really mean -- they bought the kid clothes, put them in an X-Box box, and wrapped it as a Christmas present, then filmed him getting all excited to get an X-Box and then laughed at him fighting back tears when he realized it was just clothes, and then put it on YouTube.
WTF? Someone should mail them a court summons in an envelope marked "Winning Lottery Check!" and film it and put it on YouTube. And then maybe kick them in the crotch a few times, just for good measure.
Here's hoping the "Oh, those aren't your heart pills; I replaced them with Tic-Tacs" reveal when they're old and dependent strikes them just as funny.
