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February 20, 2009
February 18, 2009
I have something to tell you that might have you roll your eyes and say… damn Zoë, Alice, whatever the hell your name really is not again! Yes, my dear friends again…I will be moving again, but not because I am hiding, no I am moving for you, really for you!
Once I get things arranged the way that I want them and come up with a theme I can live with I will be moving back to madredhead.com. You had to have known this was going to happen eventually. Judith insisted and you just do not say no to that woman believe me.
No worries though, because once I am officially open for business and for the first few weeks after I move in you will just be automatically forwarded there. I will let you know when you should start thinking about changing your bookmarks, and links… not yet though, I have a lot of work to do before mad redhead officially opens again.
I will still be called assume nothing, or mad redhead, or whatever you want to call my site is just fine with me. Everything will be moved over there, and I will even put up 2005 and the rest of 2006 the lost months when Lorenzo and I got back together… I know, I know…I am still digging around for some older stuff to, for you people that like to dive into archives.
Okay now that all of that is out of the way… today…
As you know I have been out sick, never a good thing, especially when my TA was sick too. We came back to chaos today… seriously there was chaos and mayhem and I didn’t get home from work until 7:30 this evening. No really…and I am always home by like 4:00 4:30 if there is an accident on the highway.
My kids were all freaking crazy. They all played test the teacher and the aid to see how much shit we can get away with again. Kids have to retest boundaries, make sure you still have the same limits, and poke the edges. After being Ms. I am more stubborn than you are, they figured out I was indeed back and up to par, damn I have those little boogers fooled Four days out and I come back to this crap. Geesh!
I still have hours ahead of me so I am out of here for now….
February 17, 2009
Yesterday I went to the doctor’s office to get a note so that I can go back to work tomorrow. Why I would want to go back to work tomorrow is beyond me, but if I don’t I will hurt my kids at home. Seriously!
My own children, remember they are in their twenties now, are driving me ape shit crazy. I actually think I am developing a heart condition because of them, at least I am having chest pains under my armpit area that are on the sharp side with some aching when I get upset. No I have not told the doctor I don’t want to give my kids the satisfaction that they are actually killing me, I would rather just go quickly or somewhat quickly. My heart does beat irregular but I was told those were panic attacks years ago, but I am strongly doubting this is the case in this respect.
Anyway, so I got a note saying that I could go back to work Wednesday as long as I was fever free for 24 hours… screw that I will stay way from adult and love on all my little darlings whose parents send them to school sick. “Revenge is a dish best serve cold,” or at least that is what Winston Churchill once said. He said a lot of other things too, but we won’t go into those today.
I have been bored, as in bored sick and stupid for the last five or six days. I do not like being unproductive… I have redesigned this stupid ass journal a half a dozen times, washed everything that was pre-flu and flu related, watched too many bad movies, but a couple of good ones too.
I highly recommend this particular movie; Man in the Chair here or a better version in 2 parts part 1 , part 2 . If the links die (as they are sometimes moved) let me know I can find them again. You can watch an edited trailer below.
February 15, 2009
Flu day four… I have been in and out of consciousness for the last four days. Yesterday was my most active day, losing one game of Scrabble, winning a 3-5 game of Backgammon, and spending the day talking on and off to my dear friend from LaLa land. He was kind enough help me spruce up my about me page, he has a way with words, and we talked about various things… mostly me.
Yes narcissistic should have been my middle name, but it was the queen mother’s and she does not believe in naming one after other people. Strange huh…
Lately my saving grace has been my friends and acquaintances online, though they are probably unaware of the service they have been providing. No seriously, between enjoying Kathy’s great sense of humor, Judith always being there, Alvin my Zen master, a wonderful talk with Renee, and my nightly Scrabble buddy I have stayed somewhat sane over an extremely stressful month. Thanks guys, you never knew you were free therapy did ya.
Tomorrow is another doctors visit… this one is for a note. Yeah out three days and grownups have to have a note from the doctor. I am still feeling all achy. This morning my youngest (the one that is 6’4”) had to literally sit me up in bed, because I could not move. Do you have any idea how damn humiliating that was? He was nice about it though.
I have noticed a trend today… no one has tried to feed me or even offered me food, not that I have an appetite, but still… one would think. When I told my friend this she said they took my E.U.L.A to heart .
Sleep time or toss time, which ever you prefer to call it.
February 14, 2009
I am always complaining about parents that send their kids to school sick, mainly because I catch everything, but also because I am not a nurse and the child is miserable all day long.
Well the flu has been rapidly sweeping through my place of employment. So much so that in the last two weeks I have only had half of my class in attendance on any given day. This was true for everyday but Tuesday, when everyone showed up. Wednesday we were back down to half a class, relapse, I guess. Yes, the flu has hit hard this year.
At 12:40 am Thursday morning after tossing and turning and not being able to get comfortable no matter what I did that horrible feeling came over me, the one that said, “perhaps you can make it to the bathroom if you are lucky.” I was lucky, or unlucky depending on one’s definition. I hugged the porcelain god, not remembering eating anything that I was seeing on its way back up.
Achy was a damn understatement. At 12:42 I logged on to the districts sub system and prayed that my friend was still available to step in for me, thankfully she was.
The porcelain god and had on and off visits through the night, as I cried for help. Of course, I live downstairs and everyone else lives upstairs so no one heard my plea for assistance. I am thinking intercoms for my elder years.
Once my stomach was empty of everything including any acids it might have produced in the last two or three months I put a little ice water in it with as many knock my ass out pills that I could safely take, and repeated this procedure until my daughter came by Thursday afternoon. At this point, she insisted Popsicles and Taco Bell was the cure for the flu, I was thinking more along the lines of 7 Up and Gatorade.
I knew I shouldn’t have eaten the Taco salad, in fact do not eat beans when you are sick, they come out the other end rapidly… the Popsicle was fine, I even talked my son into the 7 up and the Gatorade, which was wonderful for my Friday intake.
This morning I was talking to my dear friend about the fact that my two youngest children would only help me if I gave them something. For my son it was money, for my daughter it was a few “mother’s little helpers”… my friend was applaud that they would charge me. She has known my children since they were 9 or 10 and used to watch the youngest ones for me after school. She had a few choice words for them and then sent me a cartoon to put up on my bedroom door.
She told me to start charging them for favors… this will happen from now on… little shits.
Well this is day three of the flu and I am actually starting to feel closer to human. I do not know how long this is supposed to last, but I am hoping to be back on my feet and out and about by Monday… work and all…
February 10, 2009
When I was growing up overseas, I was taught to be afraid of snakes. We lived in countries where there were varieties of poisonous snake, with names like two-step snakes, pythons, and King Cobras. When I was first told about the dangers of a two-step snake I remember rationalizing that I would stand still if bit, then I wouldn’t die. My sister calmly explained that I would die by the time I could have taken two steps.
This was not an irrational fear that was imbedded; we lived on the jungle parameter and the military would frequently burn the edge of the perimeter to drive the snake back into the jungle. Funny thing about snakes… they don’t have the best sense of direction and this burning back for safety would sometimes drive them into our house. I survived living in the Philippines without incident. However, Japan was a different story.
When we moved to Japan, we were never warned about snakes and always thought life was grand. Every Saturday we would go to the river with a bunch of my father’s friend, and our dog Babette. Babette was a standard poodle, a standard is usually a good size dog, but still as neurotic as any poodle you could imagine.
We one Saturday my sister and I walked across a little water bridge to the other side of the river. We were exploring the side of the river where we never went. The grownups were all drunk, as usual, and we were running wild, as usual. As my sister and I headed up a road and half way up a large black snake reared up and started chasing us down the road. Terrified my sister jumped into the river, as did the dog, and I. There was one little problem with this plan… I did not swim. No really, I did not learn to swim until I was 13 and my father had a pool put in our backyard.
So there I was in the river with my sister who was about eleven or twelve at the time, and a large poodle. Funny thing about fear… I learned to dog paddle really quickly. One of my father’s drunken friends saw me struggling and jumped into to hinder my flight from one large black snake. Hell I didn’t know if this snake swam or not, all that was running though my mind was two-step snake, two stroke snake…
That was back in the early sixties… today I am a strong swimmer, I cannot stand poodles, but I am still terrified of snake.