nice to hear you're still friends. our 20 yr mark <strike>is</strike> would have been in a couple weeks, for the second tour of duty that is. I had a six year stint before. slow learner. fortunately, I haven't learned everything. :)

I'm a one-time loser in the arena of marriage.

Seriously though, everything we go through makes us who we are. This can help explain why I'm about half-insane, and it can help explain why I can't handle conflict very well, and it can explain why I never believed about being put on the proverbial pedestal (why I, in fact, will run screaming from that.)

I got a lot done today! Set up auto bill pay for all of my medical bills, added them to my budget, scheduled needed appointments. Its crazy, I'm never this productive. I am taking off of work next tues through friday because I have to be off of my thyroid meds and I'm already usually on the lethargic side. Friday I have my radioactive iodine treatment, my doc says this is the only one I'll need. He has the advanced copy of guidelines, so the old tells you to be "isolated" for like 13 days, he says that is totally unnecessary, 1 is all that is needed before the iodine is out, so I get to go back to work on Sat and all will be well. Since I do have a whole 4 days off, despite the fact I'll be lethargic as hell, I decided to get some routine maintenance that has been forgotten with all the other appointments I've had to have this year. So Tues I'm off to the dentist for teeth cleaning, Wed I have an orthodontist appointment in the morning and Della has a vet appointment in the afternoon, Thurs I'm getting my hoo-ha health certified, and of course on Friday I'm getting my radioactive iodine which will hopefully give me mutant superpowers like Mystique.

@Infi: seems like you're feeling somewhat better, I hope you are!

Thanks mtp, I am.

I've had three different appts with the freaking pooky doctor. One time I rescheduled. Then she rescheduled (and I got confused with the day of the week and the date due to the previous reschedule and took off work early last friday to go to the appt that wasn't really until Monday and the office was locked up) and then I got a message on Monday that she had to reschedule again.

Like, it takes about all my courage to go through with this kind of crap anyway, you know? Who do I have to have sex with to get a pap smear around here? ARGHHH. ;)

I've just given myself a black eye.
Well, nowhere near a proper one, just a little bruise below the eye.
But it hurt like buggery!

My eye was was itchy, I rubbed it, then I felt the skin GIVE and a sharp pain.

Oh the grimness!
I knew it was wrong.
And yet I wasn't doing anything unusual.
I guess the tissue under my eye is extra fragile because I do rub my eyes too much this time of year.
I have allergy eye-drops but I always come out of the shower with severe red-eye for example. They just suffer, and the surrounding skin suffers equally.

It's a small patch - I'll take a pic tomorrow. Could be a dot from a marker pen.
Teeny-tiny to anyone else.
But not happy about it.

Shaw, you're lucky to be in contact with your ex.
I still dream about mine - I left him and the guilt is still obviously there, buried.
Then again, my dreams kick up all sorts of really peculiar scenarios, some now involving children at my school, but cast in very different roles. I'm not sure if the mind is a wonder or just a badly evolved piece of meat...

Oh, just to add another topic to the comprehensive coverage of my life; we're have quinoa tomorrow. Yay! Talked Mum into it.
Tonight we had chicken in Thai marinade with salad.
She told me a couple of times how much she enjoyed it, and said she'd never have thought of cutting the chicken into bite-sized pieces (being a traditional meat & two veg cook) to make a warm salad.

Which really pleased me.
I love it when I do things she appreciates.

We're here at the beach for a full week, courtesy of my mom.

It was less than 24 hours before the first child asked when it would be time to go home. Sigh.

Bloody Mary is the girl I love

now you can go fuck yourselves

Take heart. I remember asking my Mum whether it was bedtime on holiday and getting a furious reaction.
Genuinely, all I wanted to get was an idea of timeframe.

Children have a warped sense of time - as proved when children in my class ask if it's lunchtime directly after break, or if it's hometime when they haven't even had lunch.
And asked what they did earlier that day will often come up with what they did the day before.

Much smacking of heads in dismay.

You can have her too. I'm intoxicated by her older, sweeter, and slyer sister from Spain, Sangria. Whooo baby!

That's not really warped time sense as much as an indicator that they are bored and mean to say "I want to go home now" or "I want whatever is happening not to be happening and something different and hopefully better to be happening instead."

At least that's what I mean when I ask those types of questions.

Glad to hear about the headsmacking, thugh. Gotta keep the little rats in line. :D

I'm movin' on up
 

I get a parking lot upgrade! As people die off (OK, mostly they leave or retire), people move to better and better parking lots. This is my first move, to a parking lot across the street. It's not really much closer to my building, but still. :p:

See what a person can accomplish in 2 3/4 years? :rolleyes:

it's so your cow orkers can see when you're coming to better be ready to stab you in the back :D

Now that you mention it..."Man Who Pissed Me Off But We Talked About It And It's OK Now" is moving up too. Heyyyyyy...

Piers Morgan. I've never watched his show. I've never heard him speak. But everytime I see a picture of him I want to smack him right in the face, with his nose in the air and that superior smirk about him.

He may be a great guy. Having no other experience than picture/advertisements on news websites, I would say he's a pompous little pissbag.

;)