getting ready for carla
they keep saying that on the news. what do we need to prepare?
i currently have a small piece of glass stuck in the ball of my foot. it pokes out. i'm feeling indifferent to it at present. what happened: i did the dishes. it follows that i while doing the said dishes that i might have possibly knocked a tall glass over while moving a stack of plates to the sink, and it may just be, that the tall glass in question was near the edge of the counter and that it could have fallen off, bounced on the ground and broke. at the time of this hypothetical scenario, it is possible that i may have been sporting noody loody, bare bum charly feet and it may be conjectured that i stepped on a tiny shard missed by my so called eagle eye, thus instigating a more thourough sweep of the kitchen surface, which is sometimes called a floor, by some.
i'll get it out later when i go upstairs and in easy reach of tweezers. you see the sad fact is, my finger nails of my poindexter and thumb, respectively, did not prove adequate.
still have quite a healthy hunk of watermelon left. all i can eat these days is watermelon. no other choice is possible. i must do my duty by the watermelon. i had two pieces for breakfast with my prune yoghurt. (don't screw up your nose in regards to the prune yogurt. it's really good. it's activa. try it, you'll like it.) i had two pieces last night when i got home from steve's (where we had an impromptu watching of mansfield park). two pieces is all you can realy have unless you force it. two pieces fill you right up to the top. even if you plan on eating more, and you want to eat more, you can't. you just can't. but you can eat other types of foods like bread and cheese for instance.
i have learned from sources located on the 'inside' if you know what i mean, that randy is coming over tonight to watch lemony snicket a series of unfortunate events. and i have decided to join the throng because i have not seen that movie, although i read the first book.
this morning there was no one at work. well not literally, but figuratively. what i mean is that there were a lot of staff who called in sick and only one member in our unit. well this presented a problem because monday is shopping day, and i had to do mike's save-on trip as well as my superstore trip, because mike was numbered amongst the infirm today, and there was no member to come with me. a shopping buddy for the superstore trip is a must have, just for the plain fact that we buy so much stuff that we need two carts. well i had the option of taking a member from another unit, and the pickings were slim, or go by myself. i decided to go by myself. this an adventure let me tell you. my cart was piled so high (and expertly if i do say so myself) that all you could see of me if you were looking for me, was a pair of eyes and some tufts of fuzz on the top of my head. and i hadn't gotten to the bread section yet. i always do that last, so as not to crush the loaves. i had to get 5 loaves of white, 2 loaves of brown, 11 packages of hoagie buns, 3 bags of hamburger buns, 3 garlic bread loaves, 40 tortilla shells, and 3 things (the technical term) of bread crumbs. it was at this moment, when i was thinking over the impossible task of finding room for all the bread where it wouldn't be crushed, that i was overcome with a cold sweat, and some gurgling in my bowels. yes. the trots, the runs, ibs, or just plain diarrhea was threatening. "nonononono" i panicked. "this can't happen now. i just can't deal with this" so what did i do? i just held on and hoped it would go away. i prayed and i went on with my bread dilema. then i began to unload my grocery load on the conveyor belt and asked the cashier for 30 bags. eventually i felt better, but it wasn't right away. there was moments when i thought that i just would't make it. but i did. and i bagged my groceries, and loaded them up in my single cart, which proved more difficult with bagged items, but thanks to resoursefulness, creativitiy and sheer determination i got it all on or under the cart. you should have seen the stares i got on the way out and down the ramp into the covered parking. i just smiled brazonly. i don't want this to be a brag fest, but i think packed my trunk with the groceries with expert know-how which only 40 weeks of big shopping trips can bring. and that's that story.
in other news, i had a office chair race with dave d. again today and again i won. i'm the best cheater. he's fun to play with. he's like a sibling.
i currently have a small piece of glass stuck in the ball of my foot. it pokes out. i'm feeling indifferent to it at present. what happened: i did the dishes. it follows that i while doing the said dishes that i might have possibly knocked a tall glass over while moving a stack of plates to the sink, and it may just be, that the tall glass in question was near the edge of the counter and that it could have fallen off, bounced on the ground and broke. at the time of this hypothetical scenario, it is possible that i may have been sporting noody loody, bare bum charly feet and it may be conjectured that i stepped on a tiny shard missed by my so called eagle eye, thus instigating a more thourough sweep of the kitchen surface, which is sometimes called a floor, by some.
i'll get it out later when i go upstairs and in easy reach of tweezers. you see the sad fact is, my finger nails of my poindexter and thumb, respectively, did not prove adequate.
still have quite a healthy hunk of watermelon left. all i can eat these days is watermelon. no other choice is possible. i must do my duty by the watermelon. i had two pieces for breakfast with my prune yoghurt. (don't screw up your nose in regards to the prune yogurt. it's really good. it's activa. try it, you'll like it.) i had two pieces last night when i got home from steve's (where we had an impromptu watching of mansfield park). two pieces is all you can realy have unless you force it. two pieces fill you right up to the top. even if you plan on eating more, and you want to eat more, you can't. you just can't. but you can eat other types of foods like bread and cheese for instance.
i have learned from sources located on the 'inside' if you know what i mean, that randy is coming over tonight to watch lemony snicket a series of unfortunate events. and i have decided to join the throng because i have not seen that movie, although i read the first book.
this morning there was no one at work. well not literally, but figuratively. what i mean is that there were a lot of staff who called in sick and only one member in our unit. well this presented a problem because monday is shopping day, and i had to do mike's save-on trip as well as my superstore trip, because mike was numbered amongst the infirm today, and there was no member to come with me. a shopping buddy for the superstore trip is a must have, just for the plain fact that we buy so much stuff that we need two carts. well i had the option of taking a member from another unit, and the pickings were slim, or go by myself. i decided to go by myself. this an adventure let me tell you. my cart was piled so high (and expertly if i do say so myself) that all you could see of me if you were looking for me, was a pair of eyes and some tufts of fuzz on the top of my head. and i hadn't gotten to the bread section yet. i always do that last, so as not to crush the loaves. i had to get 5 loaves of white, 2 loaves of brown, 11 packages of hoagie buns, 3 bags of hamburger buns, 3 garlic bread loaves, 40 tortilla shells, and 3 things (the technical term) of bread crumbs. it was at this moment, when i was thinking over the impossible task of finding room for all the bread where it wouldn't be crushed, that i was overcome with a cold sweat, and some gurgling in my bowels. yes. the trots, the runs, ibs, or just plain diarrhea was threatening. "nonononono" i panicked. "this can't happen now. i just can't deal with this" so what did i do? i just held on and hoped it would go away. i prayed and i went on with my bread dilema. then i began to unload my grocery load on the conveyor belt and asked the cashier for 30 bags. eventually i felt better, but it wasn't right away. there was moments when i thought that i just would't make it. but i did. and i bagged my groceries, and loaded them up in my single cart, which proved more difficult with bagged items, but thanks to resoursefulness, creativitiy and sheer determination i got it all on or under the cart. you should have seen the stares i got on the way out and down the ramp into the covered parking. i just smiled brazonly. i don't want this to be a brag fest, but i think packed my trunk with the groceries with expert know-how which only 40 weeks of big shopping trips can bring. and that's that story.
in other news, i had a office chair race with dave d. again today and again i won. i'm the best cheater. he's fun to play with. he's like a sibling.
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