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The gross-out post of the week
I am SO over this. And yet my sinuses are still killin me. KILLIN ME, I tell you.
You would think that power-washing the snot out of your nasal passages twice a day with a neti bottle would get rid of infection. That, and the 500 kilograms of antibiotics I’ve been told to take every day. […]
Published by angelawd on March 27th, 2008 tagged Time Plus Tragedy Equals... | 6 Comments »
I finally have permission to post about this.
You know how everyone’s Ma tells them to accept people just the way they are, rather than trying to change them? Well, everybody’s Ma is correct.
My poor husband has been afflicted with a series of my bad choices. The man has endured ridicule for my mistakes. Here then, is lesson number 429 in “How to […]
Published by angelawd on February 26th, 2008 tagged Life With the Big Guy, Time Plus Tragedy Equals... | 24 Comments »
You want me to do what?
I have waved the flag of surrender at my ears and sinuses and went to an ENT specialist yesterday. I knew I was in trouble when he stuck a mirror into my throat and said, “My goodness, is your right tonsil always this large?” Ummm, is that bad?
He looked in my ears and said, “You […]
Published by angelawd on February 16th, 2008 tagged Time Plus Tragedy Equals... | 10 Comments »
Appliance Graveyard
I find myself almost entirely unable to function today. Why, you may ask? No, it’s not further sickness or the antics of those goshdarn cute teenagers. It’s because my house has become the appliance graveyard.
The body count so far is a humidifier (that I truly need in order to breathe air on this planet), a […]
Published by angelawd on December 17th, 2007 tagged Abnormal Motherhood, Time Plus Tragedy Equals... | 8 Comments »
Seven Christmasy Things
Damama tagged me for a meme so long ago that I think she even forgot that I’d do it - but no! I’ve not forgotten! I don’t mind telling you seven personal, very weird things about myself. But because of the snowstorm here in Chicagoland and my desire to be a rebel in all things, […]
Published by angelawd on December 5th, 2007 tagged Joyful living, Time Plus Tragedy Equals... | 11 Comments »
A sobering truth.
After a week of incredible meals in Charlottesville, I came home and had a conference with my bathroom scale. Then I went downstairs and paraded in front of my husband.
“Check me out,” I said, revolving in front of him. “This is the largest I have ever been in my entire life.” (if you can’t do something […]
Published by angelawd on November 9th, 2007 tagged Time Plus Tragedy Equals... | 15 Comments »
Inquiring minds want to know, or, “I Would Die 4U”
After a recent post alluded to a broken couch and a fantasy concert incident, I’ve gotten a couple of questions about the situation. There are actually several separate incidents of music and furniture destruction, and I will be glad to share them with you so that you can see my innate dorkiness and rich fantasy […]
Published by angelawd on October 5th, 2007 tagged Time Plus Tragedy Equals... | 3 Comments »
Don’t Steal My Sunshine
I’m the master of thinking about what I should have said ten minutes after a situation is over. Today was no exception.
After working a restaurant opening event, I ran into the Feed Store to get that specialty food my cats must have to keep them from yakking all over my carpets. There was just one cashier […]
Published by angelawd on September 28th, 2007 tagged Daily Christianity, Time Plus Tragedy Equals... | Comment now »
Guess what I have?
A book contract!! I’ve been hired to write a book on pet sitting. Research is underway and the book will likely be available after the holidays.
But guess what else I have? The dental mold of my mouth from yesterday’s misery. It is exactly one half of my mouth and opens and shuts on a hinge; […]
Published by angelawd on September 27th, 2007 tagged Time Plus Tragedy Equals..., Writing Stuff | Comment now »
I’m not feeling calm.
This afternoon, I have the next appointment in a long series of dental excavations. I’m not OK with this.
When I went to the periodontist to learn about how he was going to root out my gums and cut out some bone (augh!), I wasn’t OK with it. I told the guy that, you know, I […]