My mom and stepdad live about 25 miles from TJs, and until a few years ago, neither of them worked near it, either (my mom works nearby now). So if I was going to be visiting them, my mom would e-mail me a list of what she wanted from TJs, which led to me looking like a crazy person, buying 6 of the GIANT cans of coffee and other large quantities of stuff.
Man, I really DO miss those dolmas.
And I have two other supermarkets minutes away.
Yeah, but they don't have TJ's stuff. They don't have the spinach dip.
I don't back into grocery store parking spaces, but I will pull through if available. Because I drive a freaking whale.
We will have a TJ's five minutes from me in 2011! Sometime.
I am very excited.
ION, I have popped 3 valerian and am drinking a glass of wine. Please, let this help me fall asleep. I am very tired.
*facepalm* New family drama.
My eldest sister borrowed $350 off of my twin sister because their gas was going to get shut off. This pays roughly half of what they owe to the gas company--but it prevents a shut off last week. Only, when big sis' husband gets paycheck, do they pay the rest of the bill? No. They thought they could wait it out another month.
Gas gets shut off. DURING THE FUCKING BLIZZARD. They're heating the house with a kerosene heater and an electric space heater. They have three kids living in that house (as well as four adults). No hot water.
WTFF? She called me today but I didn't answer the phone. Thought she might be trying to borrow money.
Oh Cash, it's hard to be the island of sanity in the sea of crazy.
Oh Cash, it's hard to be the island of sanity in the sea of crazy
It's un-fucking-believable that I--ME--am the sane one in this bunch of bananas.
that I--ME--am the sane one in this bunch of bananas.
I think you're eminently sane. The purple hair and roller derby is just cool.
Cash, I feel for you so much.
Oh Cash. Fuck. Yikes. I am sorry.
Code blue warning?
Did you know that Code Blue are one of the only standard codes in a hospital? Most other code colors are site specific. I am supposed to know all the codes for Huntington but I do not. I am a bad volunteer.
At UCLA last night there was a Code Blue on one of the floors. They called it through the whole hospital. Or maybe just that floor and the stairwells.
Also, it occurred to me yesterday that the Post-Op Recovery Room is literally the waking dead!