April 29, 2005

VA Hospital and full body autoclave

Today I had to go over to the VA hospital and visit my uncle.  Who has been checked in there since freaking MONDAY and never bothered to tell anyone for fear that someone may...du du DU...visit him?  gah!  So I rifled through my desk gathering up mints and candies and tea bags (thanks for the contribution!) and a newspaper and skipped over to "experience" the VA. 

OOOH the VA...I walked into the building and got a face full of that hot, moist, germy hospital air and it made me feel like I was in the center of a mircobial tornado.  Luckily though, I blend over there quite nicely (ha.) with my crazy little limp (I am calling it a saunter now).  Everyone over there has a limp and a cane or a chair or something...some sort of assisted traveling device.  I should point out however that i do NOT blend at the VA whatsoever.  I am approximately 50 years younger than the facility average, am not hacking anything up, do not smell like urine, and seem to lack a flair for subtlety.

So the ward was closed because visiting hours dont start until 11.  Clearly though they did not realize that I am Andi, and I do not need your stinkin rules.  So as soon as some unsuspecting resident left the hallway, i grabbed the door, winked to the other people waiting there (See ya Suckas!) and sashayed my little hiney down that hallway...doors with locks make me crazy.

There are rooms in that hall with very alarming blatant signage: Respiratory Confinement, Glove, Mask and Gown required.  I do not claim to be a genius, but did it occur to them that the bacterias that we are afraid of in that room, may or may not have become smart enough to simply go under the door through the two inch opening between the door and the floor?  I am just wondering...because these particular bacterias may be the type ( like me ) that do not prefer to wait behind locked doors...just a hunch.

I want to know what governmental agency I must write to to find out the official legislative definition of a pillow.  It was embarressing to me the condition of the pillows in these rooms.  You simply could NOT suffocate anyone with something so thin and stupid looking.  It would be embarressing to sneak in there, hold the little flimsy pillow over someone's face until they stop flopping around and then take it off only to realize that they are alive and well and just fell asleep because they are able to actually functionally breathe through the pillow...

This is my idea.  Upon exiting the VA i was acutely aware that I had something similar to a film all over my entire body that was actively carrying disease within it...thus i am a petrie dish.  I lathered myself with that antibacterial gel stuff, but then all i could think about was that NOW there are little dead bacteria corpses all over my body because, as you know, there is no "rinse" function to the antibacterial gel...This is my thought:  as you exit the doors of the VA, they need a full body laser scan that physically removes the germs from you and releases you into the world cleaner and healthier than when you were in.  Anyone see Finding Nemo?  When the fish tank gets the new cleaning system...THIS is what i am talking about...

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Things that make me pissed

Okay here is what I want to know:  Why did the little freak in a honda civic cut me off today and almost wreck my new car and then give me the finger?  Is it because she is one step below chimp on the evolutionary chain?  yes.  it is.

Most people seem to grasp that i do NOT like being in the car and I do NOT like the way that people drive besides me.  I have a ten foot ass-hole perimeter around me at all times...if you are an asshole and infiltrate said perimeter, I AM going to jump in your shit about it and you ARE going to be unhappy.  If you give me the finger, it is likely that i am going to try to slam on my breaks and let you ram your car right into mine, because i have the right of way and an ass-kicking lawyer who has nothing better to do than sue you and ensure that you stay forever employed by taco-bell to support my sundress habit.

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April 28, 2005

What the?

WHY THE HELL is there grass on the top of my site?  I did not authorize the use of blatantly naturistic propoganda today.  Nor will I ever any day in the future...someone is goin down today...

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Why am I always so crippled?

WHY? I am wondering am I always so crippled everytime I want to wear something nice?  So I am going through the myriad of sundresses in my closet this morning and cannot find a single one that I can wear with "sensible" (ugg) shoes...They all look sooo much cuter with strappy little pretties, but nooo...some freak in a Yukon Denali decided to go suicidal and take my cute-shoe-wearingness with him!! jerko!

So I am wearing pants.

Wet pants.  Not because my sex life is so exciting that I get that animated in the morning, but because my new 80 dollar iron has decided that vomiting water onto my pants while I am actually ironing them and THEN automatically shutting off so i cannot possibly "burn" up said water, is fun.  Note to the people at Shark Iron Company: YOU SUCK.  There, I have said it and my universe of Three, count 'em THREE readers will never buy your dumb irons. so there.

Damn sensible shoes...

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April 27, 2005

Photos

toes.JPG Why, you are wondering, is my little pooch a poop-face?  Because after two successful (ha.) years of potty training, I came home to poop on the floor yesterday.  TWO YEARS...I know "special" kids that have caught on faster than that!  So I picked up said poop and put it right in her face and she acted all indignant and then raced around the house saying "hahaha! I got you soooo good!"

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Lovelies!!

Hello lovelies!

As this is the inaugural post of my site, I must tell you not to complain because I don't care what you think.  There...now back to the prettiness....

The last two days of my life have been spent collating.  I know, machines can do that, but in my ocd-enhanced universe I had to do it myself to know that it was correct...

Show of hands if you hate your uterus!

Thank you...the total is 43879503645 women today, of which I am their leader.

Went to my yummy favorite store, okay my second favorite store, over lunch today and had this enormous delimma before me: What color of lacy cami shirt should I buy?  This after the entire "White tuna is too expensive for me" debate of monday...Bottom line:  Tuna should be cheap and the lovelies who make pretty cami's can charge me whatever they want...  So after 40 minutes of deliberation, I walked away with no cami because I could not decide what color to buy.  NOW, I have to go home and inventory my closet to see what outfits I own that do not already have their accompanying cami...sheesh...the pressure...

And to my mother...thank you for not making me insane this month...i love you...and if you make me crazy next month, I am demanding my Chanel lip-gloss back...

Kisses!

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