Labels: i got nothin', weekend
Friday, July 20, 2007
Happy Weekend and all that!
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Report From the Front Lines ( or The HotDoctor Infirmary)
We are still feeling like the ass end of a dead rhino. "We" being HDHusband and myself. The Bug (aka Vector of Disease) has pretty much rebounded, looking at us like, "God, you two! It's not THAT bad!" and doing laps around our sorry asses. Laps, I say. Today, he insisted I get up and ninja-kick some imaginary robots that had taken over our foyer. And of course, Mommy got up and kicked their asses. Woot.
We knew yesterday was going to be a big day. We'd already arranged for a babysitter, had plans to drive up into the foothills for a graduation party of sorts and then back into town for the Cirque show Corteo.
Feeling like complete ass, though, didn't help us at all. We got to the graduation party, and HDH promptly found a chair away from people and food to go die. Meanwhile, I coughed, sneezed and watched my eyes start to close up from whatever plant had decided to kick my ass. The house we visited was pretty dang cool. They have traveled quite a bit, so the house had at least thirty years worth of a lot of momentos. Fascinating stuff. The hostess also went out of her way to make some really great appetizers. And if y'all ever come to my house, be prepared for some chips and salsa. Store bought. So there.
And no, I took no pictures of their home.
Except this one of myself, before the party (as proof I did get ready this week, put makeup on at least once and did my hair):
Insert rant to MrVholes, Sometimes Commenter: Why no photos, Vholes? I WILL TELL YOU WHY! Because I couldn't see out of my eyeballs and your damn Flickr addiction isn't my problem! Man up and deal, I say. /End rant.
We drove back down the hill into the city, trying to talk ourselves into the show.
"Oh, that Motrin you took will help! You'll feel better by the time we get there!" and "I'm sure glad we got tickets to the show. Seeing Cirque will make us both feel better". Meanwhile, we are both looking at our watches, thinking, "Show starts at 8, it's only 5:45 now, not home until 11:30 at least ... we are so hosed".
We lie. Really well.
We are seated, and immediately, we are in the wrong row because I can't tell the difference between a Q and an O through the crappy eyesight.
HDH starts coughing.
My head starts to hurt, my sinuses are filling up and my left ear starts to plug up. And in no time flat, I can't hear what my husband is saying because either my ear is that messed up, or his voice is that gone. Maybe both. Goddamn, if we weren't a pair.
Sometime around intermission, we're standing outside of the tent and my husband is giving me the "Doctor checking for a sinus infection" test. People are staring. Some girl in a hookerish outfit goes schlepping by (someone should tell her green neon heels are out). We are both feeling like death.
I think the show was good. I'm not really sure. There was one scene where a guy whistled almost all the way through it, and the high pitched whistle made me want to kick a bunny.
Once we got into the car (and after I'd almost been nailed by another car), we started our trek out of the Pepsi Center parking lot, back up Speer Blvd. and towards home. And that, my friends, was the LONGEST ride home EVER. I couldn't hear my husband. We were both fighting to stay awake and not rip our heads off and kick them into the creek.
I wrote the babysitter a check, and when I looked at the carbon this morning, I'm surprised I didn't just write an "X" for my name instead. Talk about some serious chicken scratch.
HDHusband took a hot bath. I knocked back a half a gallon of NyQuil and crawled into bed.
Today, HDHusband has slept for the majority of the day. And I don't blame him one iota. I did that most of last week. I lost about seven days and hope to make it all up this week. This is a DEVIL BUG. It pretty much busted into our bodies, pulled out the lawnchairs, put on its MP3 player, set it to loud/ignore, and is refusing to fucking move for at least 7-9 days, if I'm going by how long it took My Bug to get rid of The Other Bug.
I hope none of you guys get this thing. It's nasty.
I think that's all from the Infimary.
We knew yesterday was going to be a big day. We'd already arranged for a babysitter, had plans to drive up into the foothills for a graduation party of sorts and then back into town for the Cirque show Corteo.
Feeling like complete ass, though, didn't help us at all. We got to the graduation party, and HDH promptly found a chair away from people and food to go die. Meanwhile, I coughed, sneezed and watched my eyes start to close up from whatever plant had decided to kick my ass. The house we visited was pretty dang cool. They have traveled quite a bit, so the house had at least thirty years worth of a lot of momentos. Fascinating stuff. The hostess also went out of her way to make some really great appetizers. And if y'all ever come to my house, be prepared for some chips and salsa. Store bought. So there.
And no, I took no pictures of their home.
Except this one of myself, before the party (as proof I did get ready this week, put makeup on at least once and did my hair):
Insert rant to MrVholes, Sometimes Commenter: Why no photos, Vholes? I WILL TELL YOU WHY! Because I couldn't see out of my eyeballs and your damn Flickr addiction isn't my problem! Man up and deal, I say. /End rant.
We drove back down the hill into the city, trying to talk ourselves into the show.
"Oh, that Motrin you took will help! You'll feel better by the time we get there!" and "I'm sure glad we got tickets to the show. Seeing Cirque will make us both feel better". Meanwhile, we are both looking at our watches, thinking, "Show starts at 8, it's only 5:45 now, not home until 11:30 at least ... we are so hosed".
We lie. Really well.
We are seated, and immediately, we are in the wrong row because I can't tell the difference between a Q and an O through the crappy eyesight.
HDH starts coughing.
My head starts to hurt, my sinuses are filling up and my left ear starts to plug up. And in no time flat, I can't hear what my husband is saying because either my ear is that messed up, or his voice is that gone. Maybe both. Goddamn, if we weren't a pair.
Sometime around intermission, we're standing outside of the tent and my husband is giving me the "Doctor checking for a sinus infection" test. People are staring. Some girl in a hookerish outfit goes schlepping by (someone should tell her green neon heels are out). We are both feeling like death.
I think the show was good. I'm not really sure. There was one scene where a guy whistled almost all the way through it, and the high pitched whistle made me want to kick a bunny.
Once we got into the car (and after I'd almost been nailed by another car), we started our trek out of the Pepsi Center parking lot, back up Speer Blvd. and towards home. And that, my friends, was the LONGEST ride home EVER. I couldn't hear my husband. We were both fighting to stay awake and not rip our heads off and kick them into the creek.
I wrote the babysitter a check, and when I looked at the carbon this morning, I'm surprised I didn't just write an "X" for my name instead. Talk about some serious chicken scratch.
HDHusband took a hot bath. I knocked back a half a gallon of NyQuil and crawled into bed.
Today, HDHusband has slept for the majority of the day. And I don't blame him one iota. I did that most of last week. I lost about seven days and hope to make it all up this week. This is a DEVIL BUG. It pretty much busted into our bodies, pulled out the lawnchairs, put on its MP3 player, set it to loud/ignore, and is refusing to fucking move for at least 7-9 days, if I'm going by how long it took My Bug to get rid of The Other Bug.
I hope none of you guys get this thing. It's nasty.
I think that's all from the Infimary.
Labels: house of sickness and viral death, weekend
Friday, June 22, 2007
“There's an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin"
HDHusband: I'll make you a gin and tonic.
HDWife: Eeew! But I don't like gin. Remember that last time I had gin? In Chicago? That didn't end so well.
HDH: But you will like my gin and tonics. You don't think I'd make a bad drink, do you?
HDW: Right. You are kind of a puss.
HDH: That's nice. Real nice. Here, try it ...
HDW: Not too bad. I'm actually impressed!
HDH: Gin. An acquired taste .... you know, kind of like, well, me!
Labels: gin and tonic, hdh-isms, weekend
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Things That Have Nothing To Do With Anything
A conversation with my husband from this weekend:
HDHusband: Ninety percent of what I say is inappropriate.
HDWife: And the other ten?
HDHusband: I'm eating.
And I'd laugh if it weren't so true.
In unrelated news:
My kid has pink eye. Pretty sure, anyway. And of course, it will end up in MY EYE so be prepared for a lot of bitching from my camp in the next few days. And yes, Kath, I will call you if I need anything (and I might, ha).
Because I am a cranky momma bear, I thought I'd put something up that makes me laugh. This picture cracked me the fuck up:
HDHusband: Ninety percent of what I say is inappropriate.
HDWife: And the other ten?
HDHusband: I'm eating.
And I'd laugh if it weren't so true.
In unrelated news:
My kid has pink eye. Pretty sure, anyway. And of course, it will end up in MY EYE so be prepared for a lot of bitching from my camp in the next few days. And yes, Kath, I will call you if I need anything (and I might, ha).
Because I am a cranky momma bear, I thought I'd put something up that makes me laugh. This picture cracked me the fuck up:
Labels: fucking metal, my husband is a pompous ass, please god don't let this be pink eye, weekend
Monday, June 11, 2007
Giant Steps Are What You Take (walking on the moon) ....
We had a kick ass weekend.
Friday night, we went to a banquet downtown honoring the graduating residents. Although it was a four hour show, it went by quickly with a lot of wine. I also had the pleasure of sitting with a few of the retired faculty and one of their wives. She knew of my hometown and the name of the drugstore that used to be there (we'd walk to it after school, sit on the barstools and have marshmellow cokes ... it'd be fine as long as you didn't stick your straw INto the marshmellow).
After the banquet, HDHusband and I headed out to a local bar with some of the other attendings. It should be said that the bar we went to is known in our city to be mostly for those over the age of 60. You must have silver hair, slick it down and tan a lot - if you are a guy. The last time I went there, I was with Kath. Some very old and wrinkly hand reached out from the crowd, grabbed my arm, and asked me why I was going home so early. I think, at best, he was 80. It was completely a Tales From the Crypt kind of moment.
Friday night, I saw a Bar Troll at this place. She was doing her damn best to catch the attention of all of these guys in suits. She looked like Bonds hit a few homeruns on her face - it just wasn't pretty. Stringy blond hair, boogily eyes, a fake tan job that had turned her FACE gray, a tight blue strapless dress, black pantyhose and gold heels. Honest to God, she kept inching up the skirt until her control top was showing. You know, that's just not hot!
I couldn't figure out why she was giving me the Stink Eye most of the night, but after discussing with my husband later, we realized he hadn't worn his wedding ring (remember, it tumbled down an elevator shaft?) and she was eyeing me as competition. I've never seen anything so hideous in my life. I should have had my camera, but by that time, I was dead tired of carrying it around.
On Saturday, HDHusband and I went to THE POLICE concert at the Pepsi Center! I nearly wet myself. I love their music, and I would hump Sting silly if given the chance. Although, I hear he's into the tantric sex, but hey, I can learn, I suppose. Anything to hear "Wrapped Around Your Finger" and "Don't Stand So Close To Me". Sigh.
And last night (Sunday), we drove to the other side of town to a neat little Italian restaraunt. Twenty percent of your dinner bill went to support a camp in town for disabled children. Seemed like a good deal to us. Our son behaved himself (mostly) and was serenaded by a violinist (he requested, "Twinkle, Twinkle" and she obliged).
Apparently while we were on the other side of the world, there was a wind burst in our neighborhood. We had knocked out power, trees and debris everywhere. Colorado weather is weird, man. It's been hotter than blazes here lately. If you can get out early in the morning, that's great - because by 11 a.m., you're inside praying for mercy.
Tomorrow, I'm thinking of being really brave and taking my three-year-old to see Shrek in the theater. It will be an adventure, but of all things, COLD in the theater.
Friday night, we went to a banquet downtown honoring the graduating residents. Although it was a four hour show, it went by quickly with a lot of wine. I also had the pleasure of sitting with a few of the retired faculty and one of their wives. She knew of my hometown and the name of the drugstore that used to be there (we'd walk to it after school, sit on the barstools and have marshmellow cokes ... it'd be fine as long as you didn't stick your straw INto the marshmellow).
After the banquet, HDHusband and I headed out to a local bar with some of the other attendings. It should be said that the bar we went to is known in our city to be mostly for those over the age of 60. You must have silver hair, slick it down and tan a lot - if you are a guy. The last time I went there, I was with Kath. Some very old and wrinkly hand reached out from the crowd, grabbed my arm, and asked me why I was going home so early. I think, at best, he was 80. It was completely a Tales From the Crypt kind of moment.
Friday night, I saw a Bar Troll at this place. She was doing her damn best to catch the attention of all of these guys in suits. She looked like Bonds hit a few homeruns on her face - it just wasn't pretty. Stringy blond hair, boogily eyes, a fake tan job that had turned her FACE gray, a tight blue strapless dress, black pantyhose and gold heels. Honest to God, she kept inching up the skirt until her control top was showing. You know, that's just not hot!
I couldn't figure out why she was giving me the Stink Eye most of the night, but after discussing with my husband later, we realized he hadn't worn his wedding ring (remember, it tumbled down an elevator shaft?) and she was eyeing me as competition. I've never seen anything so hideous in my life. I should have had my camera, but by that time, I was dead tired of carrying it around.
On Saturday, HDHusband and I went to THE POLICE concert at the Pepsi Center! I nearly wet myself. I love their music, and I would hump Sting silly if given the chance. Although, I hear he's into the tantric sex, but hey, I can learn, I suppose. Anything to hear "Wrapped Around Your Finger" and "Don't Stand So Close To Me". Sigh.
And last night (Sunday), we drove to the other side of town to a neat little Italian restaraunt. Twenty percent of your dinner bill went to support a camp in town for disabled children. Seemed like a good deal to us. Our son behaved himself (mostly) and was serenaded by a violinist (he requested, "Twinkle, Twinkle" and she obliged).
Apparently while we were on the other side of the world, there was a wind burst in our neighborhood. We had knocked out power, trees and debris everywhere. Colorado weather is weird, man. It's been hotter than blazes here lately. If you can get out early in the morning, that's great - because by 11 a.m., you're inside praying for mercy.
Tomorrow, I'm thinking of being really brave and taking my three-year-old to see Shrek in the theater. It will be an adventure, but of all things, COLD in the theater.
Labels: other random shit, the police concert, weekend
Friday, May 18, 2007
Happy Friday, Happy Ending
Monday, March 05, 2007
Monday, Monday
One of my favorite new shows (new to me, anyway) to watch is Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations on the Travel Channel. The guy is hysterical, I think. I had heard that he'd be doing a show on the Pacific Northwest, and considering my husband is from that area, and that we travel back a few times a year (and oh, how I want to LIVE there), I thought I'd pick up on some great places to visit. And I did. But the best, of course, was finding out there's a donut shop that makes these bad boys:
And what is that, you might ask?
That's a Bacon Donut.
And yes, I made a point of pointing this out to Dark Damian, who considers Bacon one of his four major food groups.
My other bacon-junkie friend is ElJefe (otherwise known as the ChickenStonerFarmer Friend). I called him immediately to report that you could essentially have The Dream Donut. And our conversation regressed from donuts, to a show he watched about the end times, to masturbation sleeves for men, to friends we don't talk to anymore, to pot. I love my conversations with him.
We also went to a little work shin-dig at the museum on Saturday night. This is me, right before heading out:
They opened up the Ben Franklin exhibit for us to see, and although it looked awfully interesting, I spent most of the time chatting with a resident who was operating on the young woman in this local news story.
We came home, had another couple over for a bottle of wine, dessert and a movie. And as I was crawling into bed at 12:30 a.m., my son started crying out for me ... and that was life until about 4:30 a.m. He'd moan and then scream out every twenty minutes, I'd get him quieted down, crawl back into bed, and he'd wake up again. Had I stayed up just a few more hours, I would have been up for 24. That's not fun. And neither are ear infections that won't go away. (Also, giving him medicine is about as easy as nailing JELLO to a damn tree)
Yesterday, I spent the day sleeping. HDHusband took over and I crawled back into bed. Because the big birthday weekend with family from out-of-town is a mere few days away, I will be busting ass this week getting everything together.
How was YOUR weekend??
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