In Training

Gwen:  I really don’t want to go this afternoon.

Me:  Why?

Gwen:  It’s going to be a pap smear factory.

Me:  Ew.  Did you trim your nails?

Gwen (looking at nails):  Yup, they’re nice and short.

Me:  Jeez!  I was kidding!!   You’re going to wear gloves aren’t you?

Gwen:  Well duh…and by the end of the day, I hope I’m able to [...]

Lucy Part Ducy

The Goose

I think (knock on wood) that Lucy Goosey is in the clear.  I have based this hypothesis on several pieces of evidence.

The vomit-a-thon has ceased.  Oh she still does that weird trick where she occasionally gets so excited she regurgitates her undigested food in the form of one solid soggy stinky log.  She keeps the food in [...]

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Drenched Diary

Recently I had a bit of a water bottle malfunction and emptied a half liter of Jersey’s finest aquifer into my handbag.  While Webster emerged unscathed from the depths of my purse, my moleskine did not survive.  I was able to salvage a few quotes that must be documented before I toss this bad [...]

Popcorn

I’m getting a little stir crazy here on day four of babysitting Miss Pukes-a-Lot.  I don’t think the anti-nausea meds are working as well as the vet would like, but while she’s still eating, drinking, and being social, I’m going to put off taking her back to the needle factory.  Here’s hoping that’s the right call.

Constant [...]

Showers

It’s been a long, and fun-filled past several days, so I somehow lost track of just how long it had been since I showered.  After Rocco leaned in, sniffed me, then said, “Yup, that’s you,” I thought perhaps I’d use a little soap today before hitting Wrigley Field.

We’re staying with my Aunt Sharon and Uncle John while we’re hanging [...]

Feet

New weird post chemo body alert!  Well, I don’t know if it’s actually chemo related or more an indicator that I need to eat more bananas.  Regardless, I’ve been having this crazy cramping in my hands and feet.  It’s really cutting into my productivity.  How is a girl to paint concrete ‘shrooms when I can’t undo [...]

My space, your space

I went to see my favorite general practitioner this morning to seek help for the furry banana slug that continues to grow on my tongue.  I simply can’t bear to eat another bowl of yogurt or swish another bizarre concoction in the hopes of defeating the yeast-itude.  You could practically brew beer in me.  New answer [...]

Losing your lunch

Yesterday I thought I’d take a much needed break from the un-pack-a-thon to hang with one of my all-time favorite people.  Ever have one of those people that just makes your brain feel good?  Very rarely do I analyze a logo, layout, or writing approach without pondering what Jess’s take would be.  I respect her opinions [...]

The experiment

Sadly I’ve had to give up on the unofficial experiment to see just how long I can go without washing my hair.  Six days, apparently.  So here I sit, surrounded by newspaper and cardboard carnage with squeaky clean hair.  Pitiful.  I didn’t even make it a full week!  Clearly my dedication and work ethic have waned.

This [...]

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