so i'm sick again. seriously, i'm so sick of it. or tired of it, whatever. i have a sinus infection out the wazoo. or i guess it's just out my sinuses, but whatever to that too.
yesterday at the doctor i got a scope shoved up my nose. there's nothing like a 10 inch steel tube coming at you and going so far into your nose you didn't know things could go that far. then he stuck a long swab in there to take a culture. i think he hit my brain.
i also got to receive a shot in my rear. that was fun. nothing like going into the doctor's office for a sore throat and having them tell you to pull down your pants and turn around. i'm now on a regimen of 3 different nasal sprays, a sinus "irrigation" system, antibiotics, and working from home.
that last one isn't so bad. i'm very much enjoying working from the cushy swivel rocker in front of the television, which i actually just barely turned on for the afternoon. i have to finish up a spreadsheet, but it won't be nearly as horrible to complete it while watching bridget jones. gosh, i wish i could work from home all the time!
and in case my sister or brother-in-law read this, i'm not contagious! i'm going to austin this weekend for my niece's baptism - i'm going to be a Godmother! but my sister won't let me around the munchkin if she thinks i'm ill. so no worries guys, i'm just fine! *sniff* that's all for now. keep your sinuses clear, san diego.
Update: Thanks to my best friend for this comment today - it made me laugh out loud:
How do you keep up with what you are putting up your nose and when? (Sounds like a question that Lindsay Lohan should be asked!)
if you didn't sing the title to the post and you don't understand where it came from, then leave my blog right now.
i asked tim to grill last night because i really wasn't feeling up to cooking. asking tim to grill means that i don't want to have to do anything relating to dinner. he always gets excited to grill because it allows him to flex his manhood and waste precious gas by firing up every burner on the grill for 2 little pieces of meat.
anyway, turkey burgers were on the menu, but i'd forgotten to take the meat out of the freezer so we had to wait while it thawed. well then the phone rang and it was tim's best friend. i got on the phone first for about 5 minutes, then turned it over to tim just as it was time to start creating the patties. wouldn't you know it, he decides to delegate the assembly of the patties to me, acting like he was on a very important phone call. "no!" i whined, but he just shot me a look that said "hello, i'm the one cooking, can't you pitch in any?" with a roll of my eyes, i went into the kitchen to make the patties.
as i started to divide the meat into 2 parts, i realized that every time we make burgers, we probably use too much meat. and instead of making 3 patties or instead of saving some of the meat for a later use, we always use the whole thing and end up throwing meat away. and even though i came to this realization, i didn't make 3 patties, and i didn't set aside some for later.
instead i took the amount of meat needed for my patty and put it together, making a perfect little circle. i then took a look at what was left in the bowl and chuckled at the thought of what tim's burger would look like. with 2 hands i grabbed the meat and started forming a circle. a GIANT circle.
i walked outside where he was still chatting on his important call and handed him the meat for the grill. i think next time tim will think twice about asking me to help on grill night.
i'm sitting here watching The Hills and totally procrastinating from doing some work that i need to finish up. i can't help it, i love this show! i'm just as into it as i was with Laguna Beach. well, almost as into it - i don't do a recap every thursday morning, which is good for everyone i guess. but wow, these girls have the life. and i love heidi, she totally cracks me up. she is so clueless, but totally gorgeous so she gets away with it. they need to give her more air time - she's my favorite.
the caliber of tv i choose to watch is ridiculous, i know. let's not go into how old i am.
anyway, timmy took off for san diego tonight. i will be joining him friday morning for a fun & romantic 3-day getaway weekend in the sun. a gorgeous hotel, fabulous dining, a stint at the spa... i can't wait!
oh crap, now Cheyenne is coming on and i just love this show too! she's seems like such a cute, down to earth girl. guess that work is going to have to wait.
wow, back to work after being gone for a week and i return to 158 emails. don't i feel important! and don't the senders feel unimportant when i dump the majority of those emails straight into the trash.
being back to reality and back to work this monday is not so much fun. luckily the day will pick up this evening. tim surprised me with tickets to see The Fray tonight and i couldn't look forward to it more! can't wait to get a few beers and let the sound of great music take over and take me away for a while. i love the power of music - it can make anything better. the beer helps too.
i just had what i consider to be a pretty terrific night. i'm still here in austin, and i had a lovely and delicious dinner with my family at a restaurant i hadn't ever been to before. the bill was slightly ridiculous, but thank goodness dad was treating us! yummy yummy. i love good food.
and oh yes, i will admit that tinapopo came up in conversation. kind of crazy.
anyway.
then i returned home with my parents and the three of us went outside to take in the beautiful night on the patio with another round of drinks. as we're soaking up the serenity of the night around us, the reality of what is going to happen tomorrow set in - my uncle's memorial service. we haven't been the closest with him in a while, but still. my dad's brother isn't with us anymore. and even though they had essentially just been business partners since their friendship ended, i got a little choked up when my dad recognized that we won't ever see him again - as an uncle, a brother-in-law, or a business partner. it's going to be a tough day tomorrow.
but in this family we can't show our emotions for too long, so the subject quickly changed to how enticing the pool looked. i put down my drink and decided it was time to get my swimsuit on.
this is where the "pretty terrific night" part returns. the air outside was about room temperature, and the pool about 2 degrees off of that. i got in and enjoyed some conversation with my parents, as well as the fact that i'm not bundled up in fleece as i would be if i were in san francisco right now.
soon enough my dad fell asleep on one of the lounge chairs, and my mom went inside to turn down the bed. i started swimming laps in silence, with only the sound of the cicadas buzzing in the background. everything was quiet and still, just that wonderful and familiar sound of summer lingering in the air. it was fantastic, and it's this little bit of wonderful that makes me want to move back here.
however the stifling 100 degrees of daytime do not make me want to rush back here. but let's not ruin this recap of the evening with trivial things like sweating all day. time to go to bed and sleep enough to build up the physical and emotional stamina we'll need to get through the day tomorrow. i'm off to dream sweet dreams of my husband and my dog. i miss them both so much.
well i came to austin for the weekend to hang out with my family. no plans, no weddings, no showers, none of that jazz. just good time with my family. well we had an unexpected death in the family, and it looks like i'll be staying here through the week. we're in that weird state where it's just a waiting game; not a whole lot to do until we find out more details. all this free time makes it tempting to waste time online. there's a lot more time available than normal to blog. but what do you blog about when something like this has happened? seems inappropriate. so i guess i'd better get off here then.
so i've been living in a mild state of fear for the past couple of days.
tim was out of town, and while i was away getting my hair highlighted & cut monday evening, the alarm at my house went off. i immediately dismissed it as my mistake in turning the alarm on while leaving the dog free to roam about the house. i was stricken with this horrible sense of guilt thinking of my poor little dog walking down the hall to go get something to eat or drink, and being assaulted with blaring sirens as he tripped the motion detector. i felt so bad!
when i got home later that evening leo was more than happy to see me. i couldn't believe that he was actually tall enough to set off the motion sensor. but since we got him after we installed the alarm, i just hadn't thought about it. i kind of wanted to see it for myself, so i started doing some tests involving various toys being thrown or rolled down the hallway and encouraging leo to go after them so i could see for myself that he could trigger the sensor.
well guess what folks, he's not tall enough to trigger the sensor.
feeling slightly weirded out at this point, i realized that the sensor can be triggered from the stairs too. so i spent about 20 minutes sitting at the top of the stairs, throwing treats down various levels of the stairway so he would go up and down, and hopefully set off the sensor. he triggered it about 3 out of 15 times - all random, not in the same spot or anything. it wasn't solid enough for me to be convinced that leo set off the alarm himself.
i called the alarm company back, and the girl assured me that it wasn't someone coming in from the outside of the house, because no perimeter alarm was triggered. only the motion sensor. so i got the nerve to go search through the entire house - closed closet doors, under all the beds, in the basement... i was holding my breath pretty much the whole time. but alas, all was clear so i felt better. until i noticed the door in the ceiling to the attic.
over-active imagination in full-force now, i'm convinced that someone is living in the attic. so they wouldn't need to come through a perimeter door, because they would just come down from the attic. yep, i'm 90% positive this is what happened. but being too scared to crawl up there myself (no way, jose!) and not having anyone in town that i could call to come over, i decided it was time to go to bed.
i left on all the outside lights, and i closed myself up in my bedroom. since we don't have a lock on the door, i pushed the heavy leather bench/trunk that sits at the foot of our bed up against the bedroom door. at least i was sort of locked away safe.
yesterday tim's best friend came over yesterday and after laughing at me about the whole deal, agreed to go look in the attic for me. nobody there, nothing at all. enough for me to rest easy - until last night when i went to bed and dragged that bench against the door again.
i'm not getting any sympathy either. my mom called yesterday and said in a husky, low voice: "i know what you did last summer. i'm living in your attic." haha, really funny mom.
thankfully, my husband returns home tonight so i'll feel safer then. not that i really should because past experiences have not proved my husband to be a brave man. the one time the doorbell rang in the middle of the night i said "tim, go check it out." but he just layed there and said "shhhh. maybe they'll go away." yeah, big protector. but that's a whole other blog entry.
so i'm sick again. seriously, i'm so sick of it. or tired of it, whatever. i have a sinus infection out the wazoo. or i guess it's just out my sinuses, but whatever to that too.
