Things Happening In My World Today...

• Today is C2's Birthday - Happy Birthday to HIM!
• Still alive, although not up to par, but at least not wishing I were not alive anymore...
• Survived Christmas, no Chinese food but I didn't cook and we survived anyway...
• C1 met 'the girl's' parents on Christmas, they seemed to have liked him...
• Still have not met 'the girl' but really wasn't in the shape to meet her...
• Went back to work today, nope nobody took care of my 'stuff', won't even go there...
• Painter Dude STILL has not finished the "3 day" job, we are on day 10 I believe, won't go here either...
• C2 went to a '3rd Party Physician Evaluation' today and we learned that the toes on his injured foot no longer work. Don't know exactly what that means and not sure if one really needs one's toes either...
• Gained 4 pounds of the 14 lost back, dammit...
• Could be the backed up piping, won't go here either...
• Got somewhat useful Christmas gifts this year except from my mom who bought me bath towels. Why? Okay they are useful but totally unwanted or needed...
• Discovered my pocket digital camera no longer works and I was all set to share the interesting jewelry that C3 bought me. Not sure about the camera, but know that hospitalization and not being VERY specific on what I wanted to comes to play on that gift, will work on getting picture.
• Had THREE out of town meetings in January scheduled during my absence at work. Oh yea, wasn't going there...
• Thankful that there are only two work days left in this week, hope they go fast, could use some time off while not wishing to die...
• Carpet is being installed in bedroom on Friday. Hopefully will be able to handle this luxury after having concrete floors for the past THREE YEARS...
• Shower door and counter tops won't be installed until the 14th, the very day my haircut and color is scheduled, hmmm...

That's about it, what's happening in your world?

Merry Christmas!

Back at home and still not feeling too hot but life will go on with or without me... Have been in a major panic about all the the things that have and have not been done and I just recently decided to just throw in the towel. What will be will be. May not be our traditional holiday and I may not be all that Merry but we will all be together and that's what counts. I am looking for a Chinese restaurant that is open tomorrow so that we can be just like the family in The Christmas Story and have our Christmas dinner there. Won't that be a hoot!

Managed to lose 14 pounds in the past several days and not that it doesn't make me really happy, but I do feel just like skin and bones and too tired for much effort. Hopefully the next four days can be somewhat relaxing and I will be back to my old self again only skinnier!

Hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas and that all your wishes come true!

all things related to panties and not...

Recently some of my fellow blog buddies have gotten their panties in a wad because of my lack of remembering and sharing things.  So as I lay awake on this eve of eve before Christmas Eve oddly enough, the thought of panties are clearly on my mind, so why not share?

Last week I was in a rather serious discussion among friends on the use of the term nylons versus panty hose which turned into a deeper discussion of does one wear panties with panty hose or not?  As we dove deeper into the proper occasions to wear panties or go commando, I shared a memory long forgotten that made me laugh.  Back when my older two boys were young ones, I had a tendency to call their undergarments 'panties' versus the proper macho term of underwear.

I don't recall exactly how or why the use of panties began in exchange for the proper term, but I do recall that it upset Hubby greatly so I continued to use it.  My young sons did not know the difference between panties or boxers or tighty whities or briefs, we simply referred to them as panties.

I would tell my two young lads to 'run and put their panties on' after taking a bath or remind them to 'change their panties' after swimming and I would get a wicked, evil pleasure when they in turn would ask me if they could wear their 'superman panties' today?  Yes, that very small word could literally drive my husband insane.  Ah... memories.

Still to this day my husband cannot stand the word panties and I still get that sick, perverted pleasure knowing that by merely using the word it will drive him bonkers.

Bless his little soul, I have been driving him stark, raving mad in the past couple of days.

Seems last Thursday I began having the tell-tell signs of a UTI starting and sure enough by Friday morning I knew I best call the doctor before the weekend arrived.  As luck would have it the doctor could not see before Monday so I asked if I could just stop in and leave a sample and perhaps get some medication?  So I did just that and by mid-afternoon, I was in full blown UTI mode and thankful that I had insisted.

I began taking the medication right away but by Saturday afternoon I became deathly ill with a kidney infection.  Enough so that a trip to the ER turned into a hospital stay, where I now sit writing this post because I cannot sleep.  But excluding all of that, well sort of, maybe more including all of that, being drugged and hooked to a continuous IV drip of fluids and antibiotics, it became rather difficult to get one's self up, wires untangles, machinery dragged across the room and into the restroom where one must measure all quantities of liquids coming out BEFORE they actually come out.  (TMI, I know).

Not coming to the ER prepared to spend the next 4 days and Hubby's inability to grasp the notion of the plural of panty is 'panties', meaning many, not two, it has become necessary to make several requests of him to bring me additional sets of panties.  In his exasperation this evening Hubby showed up with more panties than I even knew I had.

Thus, I have decided in my final attempt to bid adieu to a really sucky and unhealthy 2008, I will send it off with a wreath made of panties, tied with a bow and ribbon simply stating, 'Kiss MY Ass 2008!"

 

Well Hell Am I Supposed to Remember Everything?

Alrighty then, obviously forgot to mention the liver tumors, so get your panties out of a wad and forgive me!

Back when I had the fake heart attack in April, thus producing major panic attacks, the cardiologist had me do a MRI so that he could prove to me that I was completely fine and had nothing to worry about. The results of that MRI were that I had mild coronary artery disease (did I mention that before?) but nothing to worry about. He instructed me to keep taking my cholesterol medicine since this was the remedy anyway.

A couple of weeks later my regular physician reviewed the results of that MRI and called me to discuss the 'liver tumors' - and I responded with "WTF are you talking about?" Apparently I had three suspicious masses on my liver and she was shocked that the cardiologist did not mention this (he has since been relieved of his position as my cardiologist). I was sent to a Gastro doctor (wasn't even going to try to spell that one) and he had me do an 'invasive MRI'. That entails putting dye in your body through an IV and you must remain in the small tubular device for an hour or more. Having MAJOR claustrophobia AND already suffering with panic attacks, I was sedated and lived through it. The result was that I indeed have three tumors on my liver that have thus far been determined to be benign. I was to repeat the same scan in three months to measure the size of the tumors and see if there was any growth.

So Monday morning I went for my scan. It was 26 degrees here in Texas, not cold by some of your standards, but colder than a witches tit here. They had told me not to wear anything magnetic so I showed up in my little jogging suit ready to have some good drugs. Once inside the clinic, where the temperature was approximately 30 BELOW 0, they asked me to change into the little nightgown and I could keep my panties on. I changed quickly because it as colder than a witches tit (I mentioned that already I think), got on the table, the IV and anxiety meds were started, the dye began and once I was blindfolded they slid me into the small tubular device. Drugs were working rather nicely and the machine started to whir and cling and clank and after a few minutes the tech asked me if I had removed my bra. Ooops, nope forgot that.

The machine was stopped I was pulled back out and then we had to figure out how to get the bra off with the IV connected. Good times. We managed to slip it over the IV wires and hung it on the IV pole. I'm blindfolded again, slid back into the small tubular device and the whirring and clinging begins again. Moments later, the device stops, the tech says, "I'm sorry, we are going to have to pull you out again." I am pulled out one more time to discover that the wires in my bra, that was hanging on the IV pole, was being pulled magnetically to the machine and trying to drag the IV pole with it and causing the machine not to work. Unfortunately Jane I did not have a Titanium bra...

So anyhoo, after all that fun and excitement and coming home to sleep it off while the Mexican tile layers continued tiling and jamming to their Spanish radio station, the Gastro doc called yesterday to tell me that the tumors have not had any significant change in size. So there, that's the story. Will have another scan in April to check one more time and go from there.

Any more questions?

Life and other piddly crap...

So apparently my Vote for Ed campaign worked really well and Heba was not one of the final three. But, that backfired on my ass and she won the loser portion and $100 grand - arghh. But, did you all watch the finale? VICKY LOST AND ONLY LOST TWO POUNDS SINCE THE LAST SHOW! Muwahahahaha! Oh yea, and my girl Michelle, whom is a local FORT WORTH gal, WON! Whoot! Whoot!

Life around the Kat homestead is a little bit hectic right now. Workmen have taken over my house and continue to make things last longer than promised. Currently everything from the socks I wear on my feet to the furniture in my master bedroom is tucked either into the spare bedroom or the hallway and Hubby and I are sleeping in there as well. (The spare bedroom, not the hall) Hmmm... Hubby and I have never shared a queen size bed in our entire married life. Even in hotel rooms with two beds we sleep in our own bed. This is proving to be a challenge, thus Kat blogging at 10:30 at night...

But, the painter shall start Friday, the tile dude did a fabulous job on the floors and shower, counter tops won't be in until January 19th or so and the carpet is basically waiting on the painter dude to finish and then you throw in Christmas to that mix and who knows when my life will stop being topsy turvy?

Another BUT, I have completely finished all my Christmas shopping although it is all stacked over at my mother's house and I still have yet to figure out a time to go over there and wrap and stuff. Thus anxiety levels are getting high over here, well at least mine are...

But the good news in all of this, had another MRI this week to measure and see if the liver tumors have grown and the result is that there is no significant growth to the tumors so I am free until April when I have to do another scan. Which kind of makes me wonder, have I ever mentioned this? If not, surprise!

Also finished the annual family calendar and I must say my craftiness impressed even me! June, you will be so jealous, but did you know that they have scrapbook software that has all the pages you could ever want or imagine already made and all you have to do is drop in your pictures? Sorry a little late in sharing that with you, but who knew?

Trying to catch up on everyone else's life, just wanted to let you know that a) No, I have not learned any Spanish in the last week but I have learned that I have a great distaste for Spanish music, b) I'm alive, c) Soon, very soon, I will no longer have a concrete floor in my bedroom after three very long years and d) I'm still a Scrooge! BUT, what else is new?

I wonder how many times I used the word but in this one entry? Hmmm...

Picture perfect day...

Just picture this in your mind...  Sunny day, perfect temp, off work at 1:30, long afternoon nap...

Ahhh...? 

NO, ARGHHH...

Finally have some work going on in the concrete floor, no texture or painted wall bedroom.  Great, right?

NO!

I come home to a completely destroyed, extremely dirty house with six non-English speaking males, making loud, obnoxious noises, playing extremely LOUD non-English speaking radio station...

More later when I can hear myself think...

 

just do me this one favor...

Fellow American's, by now you know I am addicted to the Biggest Loser. Tonight all my dreams didn't come true because Vicky the Bitch made it to the final round along with my favorite Michelle. Yes I am just a little biased because Michelle hails from my little area of the Metroplex but since I can't vote Vicky off I need your help in voting Heba the Heifer off. That's right Heba and her husband Ed fell below the yellow line tonight and instead of having the opportunity to save each other, America gets to vote which one will be in the final three.

That's right we, or more specifically I, get to vote for the one we want to see in the final three. Both Heba and Ed gave passionate pleas for why we should all vote for Heba, but you know I have always felt that paybacks are HELL. If I can't kick Vicky out then as Scarlet once said - "As God as my witness... Heba the Heifer has got to go!" Well maybe she didn't exactly say that, but if she'd seen this season she would have.

So, I need your help. I need you to vote to put Ed in the final three. Let poor Heba lick her wounds on the sidelines for being such a bitchy person. Here's what you can do, just this one little favor for me, in the next 24 hours you can vote to keep Ed on by either calling 1-866-613 -0002 or by going online and voting here http://www.nbc.com/The_Biggest_Loser/vote/register.shtml. You can vote as many times as you'd like, but you must do it by 9:00 PM tomorrow, December 10th.

I'm counting on you blog buddies, just this one little favor is all I ask...

And that's all she wrote...

So the space is officially gone, it broke my heart.

Party went well, biggest turn out so far. It was exhausting and my feet felt like nubs on the bottom of my legs at the end of the day but at least it is done until next year. Was very good at avoiding short, fat, bald, egotistical, male chauvinistic pig for most of the day, well that is AFTER he showed up 2 HOURS EARLY and I had to tell him to go away we did not have time to entertain him and still had too much to do and he was in the way. That was fun! We took our staff photo and he showed back up in the process and insisted on getting in on a shot. I will post that as soon as I upload the pics so you all can see.

Plans today were to go Christmas shopping and decorate. Let's just say that did not go accordingly due to Hubby and his ADD. Well that and the fact that we went to purchase the tile and countertops for our bathroom because he promised me we could finish our bedroom for Christmas. You know those concrete floors are getting old... Anyhoo, after his sticker shock at Lowe's we had to come back home so he could revive himself. That was all we got done...

Did get the tree up, not decorated but up and the lights working. Don't know when that will get finished. Maybe tomorrow I'll have more luck...

So Where Do I Begin...

So I am officially shutting down my spaces site. I am very unhappy about the new changes that they made and the fact that they published my private information without my knowledge and before I had the opportunity to make the necessary changes to stop it. I won't even dwell on it though it saddens me that my blogging life began there and that is where I met all my wonderful friends. I hope my followers follow me here, it will be upsetting that I lose friends over their stupid changes...

This week has been a rough one. I am feeling a little better each day but this icky stuff seems to be taking a toll on everyone around here. It couldn't have come at a worse time, tomorrow is our annual holiday party for our agents and we are giving the car away. Getting ready for that always proves challenging and this time was no different. Seems my scroogeness has worn off on others in the office and nobody wanted to get things done, least of all me. After running all over town today with last minute details I was just about wiped out when who shows up a day early? Nobody better than the short, fat, bald, egotistical, male chauvinistic pig manager that has an issue working for ME. And when does he show up? At 4:00 PM, the end of the day. And what does he want? To spend a 'few minutes' discussing his 'ideas for 2009'.

ARGHHHH!!! So I did what any really professional executive would do. I pretended to be on the phone for about 30 minutes or so (redialing my home phone over and over listening to my answering machine) and then gave him a quick 30 seconds - 'Sorry I am so busy, wish I could have taken the time...' Tell him I will see him at the party tomorrow, stick my hand out for a quick handshake before I dash back to the other end of the building and what does he do? That short, fat, bald, egotistical, male chauvinistic pig entered my personal space and pulled me in for a hug where the top of his head hit me firmly in the right boob! First, just invading my space made me extremely uncomfortable, second the dude had BATHED in the most overwhelming, disgusting men's cologne and not only did it make me want to vomit, it saturated my clothes and I smelled him until I could get home and bathe and finally, his head touched my boob! Lord give me the power to deal with him and all the others tomorrow!

As far as preparing for Christmas, this is just about all I have done with the exception of agreeing with my siblings to go in together on getting our mom a flat screen TV and agreeing with Hubby's siblings on buying his parents a new rangetop. Two down, who the hell knows how many more to go. But like everyone else I am shortening the list and conserving some this year. Hoping that makes this season less stressful too, we'll see.

But for now, I am off to bed, C3 has choir at 7 am and then I have full day on my feet with a smile on my face. Hopefully next week life will slow down just a little...

Til next time...

Being Sick Sucks

 

Well Thanksgiving turned out really nice and all of Hubby's family was there to celebrate and wish him a Happy Birthday.  Believe it or not, Bitchone and Bitchtwo were on their best behavior and Bitchone even APOLOGIZED to me personally for being such a cow to me last Christmas.  It was totally unexpected and heart warming and she actually made me cry.  Too bad as history tells it won't mean anything come Christmas, but it felt good for those 5 minutes...

I wasn't feeling too hot on Thanksgiving, kind of an allergy thing starting up, but I didn't let it stop me from doing all the cooking or having a good time.  By the time we got home though the body aches and chills hit and I ended up in the bed for the rest of the weekend.  Like flat on my back, moaning and groaning, in the bed.  Went to the doc today and got a shot and some antibiotics and hopefully will be good as new soon.  If only my damn head would quit pounding and the snot would quit poring out of my nostrils...  TMI?  BTW, anyone have a good remedy for raw, sore, chapped face from blowing your nose nonstop for 96 hours?  Really could use one...

Actually had my whole little crew with me for Thanksgiving and although we weren't dressed our best, I managed to sucker them into a family shot (with my new camera) and so I before I retire for my little nap, I leave you with this...

Aren't we precious?