Yay, Matilda!

I'm taking a short break from a massive clean up effort. We're having friends over to watch Doctor Who tonight after a belated dinner out for TCG's birthday. So, a clean up was necessary.

When she was melting down and crying about being afraid to play the game yesterday I was busy composing a Louis CK reply in my mind:

"Awww, honey, nobody gives a shit about pee wee soccer. You've actually already accomplished far more athletically when you jumped rope 117 times in a row than you will tomorrow. As long as you don't stand in the middle of the field crying your eyes out, your day will be judged a success."

Holy shit, I finally wrangled the Target memory foam topper onto our king size bed. That was an experience to do alone. Sad news: there's a tear in it but I didn't want to go back to target to return it. So I ordered some glue that says it binds to foam.

Tom got me out of the house (and my pj's) by suggesting sandwiches at Ancora and I figured since we were out and about, it was time to go to Target and get the topper, outdoor implements for cleaning the Isaac related detrius on our little front yard area, cleaning supplies, Britta filters, and slippers for Tom. Now that I've gotten the damn topper on the bed, I can go back to my sluggish sloth imitation.

Ahhhhhh.

She actually stopped four shots on goal as the goalie, charging the ball aggressively. Which was markedly better than two of our goalies who stood passively in the center of the net and watched the ball shoot past them.

Fuck yeah, Matilda!! I played goalie for years, and that's probably the hardest and one of the most important things to learn to do as a goalie.

India was a darling little fussy squirmy lump, and then a darling little passed out lump. I can't really take credit, she was hypnotized and lulled by the blinky lights of KR's patio umbrella.

Nora, post-productivity slothful was is the BEST.

Speaking of sports, D and I just got back from watching rugby. My friend/coworker E was such a badass, but I knew that already. NOLA team dominated, totally. I don think the other team even scored. I spent some time talking to D and his teammates, and some explaining the game to E's gf.

Unfortunately, just after the game ended, I managed to stand in a fucking fire ant nest and get a shitton of bites. I'm allergic to fire ants, you may recall. So I popped a benedryl and fought a panic attack as I rushed back to my house to soak my feet in hot water (which with any luck will kill the poison). Now I'm in that shaky, slightly nauseated phase that follows an adrenaline dump.

I really need to go back and finish up my side job, but 1) don't wanna and 2) the paranoid part of me is convinced that I'll have a delayed allergic reaction in the empty warehouse and die of anaphylactic shock.

I have slothed like the slothiest sloth that ever lived today. The DH got up early to go to Jay Leno's garage to photograph him and his Bugatti. Reported Jay was actually nice, the car collection was mind=blowing and Michael Strahan (who dropped by to see the garage) was way cool and the most fit guy he "has ever seen." Then we went out to brunch. Now, we are trying to catch up on TV I missed while at my mom's last week. I had a delicious pear cider and that was a VERY GOOD IDEA. I figure the energy I expended trying to keep it together while dealing with my mom's health just tired me the fuck out, and regrouping today is needed.

Oh noes, fire ants!?!? In the rain even? Hope you are ok.

A quote from my FB FL today, "For those of you who braved the crowd at the Creation Museum today..."

I managed to stand in a fucking fire ant nest and get a shitton of bites.

Yikes! The absolute bane of my South Florida childhood. Fire ants! Also, to a lesser degree: Carpenter ants, Horseflies and chiggers.

Oh noes, fire ants!?!? In the rain even? Hope you are ok.

Yes, in the rain. I hate those evil little fuckers. I just counted - eighteen bites total, give or take. I feel less silly about having a panic attack. Last time I got an allergy test done, about a dozen years ago, I reacted on the scratch test. Once I got five bites as a kid, couldn't walk for days and nearly ended up in the ER.

But hey - I did have my Epipen on me today, if I had needed it. The hot water definitely helped, need to do it at least one more time. And I'll keep taking Benedryl for the next day or so.

A quote from my FB FL today, "For those of you who braved the crowd at the Creation Museum today..."

I would totally go if I didn't have to pay to get in. Because (1) I don't want them to have any of my money, and (2) I would get thrown out for laughing, which would be a waste of my money. (Seriously, y'all, this is a for-real billboard for the Creation Museum: [link] Now, the museum is supposed to be based on the Bible, right? I don't remember there being DRAGONS IN THE BIBLE. I eagerly await the unicorn billboards.)

(Shit, if they start pimping out unicorns, I might have to cough up the dough and go see it.)