
I totally didn't mean to stress you out with those 50 little pieces of candy today. It's just... nothing went right and damn if my PMS demon didn't rise up and take over. Better day tomorrow?
Love, self
An out-of-work widower who abandoned nine of his children at a hospital under Nebraska's new safe haven law said he was overwhelmed without his wife and just "fell apart."Staton anonymously left the five boys and four girls — ages 1 to 17 — at Creighton University Medical Center's emergency room on Wednesday night. He has a 10th child, a daughter who is 18 and was not dropped off.
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What does she do, sit in front of the blank screen and smoke? No way could this thing turn on.Top view of computer.I mean, obviously they're drinking a ton of fast-food soft drinks... maybe they're too fat to throw out the trash. (But they're not too fat to GET to the store, so this is puzzling...)My question is, how do they even USE the bathroom? What is that brown stuff? (Do I even want to know???)
New Concerns about Plastic Bottles and ContainersCourtesy of www.drmirkin.com
A study from Peninsula Medical School in Exeter, U.K. shows that high levels of urinary Bisphenol-A (BPA), a chemical compound commonly used in plastic packaging for food and beverages, is associated with heart attacks, strokes, diabetes and abnormal liver tests (JAMA. Sept 17, 2008). BPA can break down to form female hormones called estrogens that are linked to breast and uterine cancer in women, decreased testosterone levels in men, and may also cause birth defects.
You are exposed to BPA, primarily through food, drinking water, tooth sealants that you may receive in a dentist's office, and exposure through your skin and lungs from household dusts. Ninety percent of Americans have detectable levels of BPA in their urines.
Although the safety of BPA is still uncertain, you would be prudent to limit your exposure. The primary concerns are plastic water bottles and baby bottles. Each bottle is supposed to have a number in a circle stamped on the bottom. Try to avoid the following numbers:At a minimum, do not re-use bottles or containers with these numbers. Do not freeze or reheat foods or beverages in them.
- #1 Most single-use water bottles are made from polyethylene terephthalate (PET or PETE).
- #7 This is used for many colorful hard plastic lexan bottles made with polycarbonate plastics.
Plastic products that bear the following numbers appear to be safe:
- #2 HDPE, high-density polyethylene, the most widely recyced plastic,
- #4 LDPE, low-density polyethylene) and
- #5 PP, polypropylene
Dejected girl: "I've been following this band since 1990! And HE WILL be back. He always comes back!! He can't forget THESE." (shakes chest emphatically)
Me (to friend who also overheard): "Um, I really think just ANY of those will do in a pinch!"
What you're thinking (if not saying) during the colonoscopy:
1. "Take it easy, Doc, you're boldly going where no man has gone before."
2. "Find Amelia Earhart yet?"
3. "Can you hear me NOW?"
4. "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"
6. "You know, in Arkansas, we're now legally married."
7. "Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?"
8. "You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out. You do the Hokey Pokey ..."
9. "Hey, Doc, let me know if you find my dignity."
10. "You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?"
11. "Could you write me a note for my wife, saying that my head is not, in fact, up there?"
Me: "So when my sis went to the Tyra Bank's show, she won the 'weirdest item in purse' contest."So are we weird or is this more common than everyone at the Tyra Bank's show thought? What's the strangest thing you've ever had in your purse (or man bag)?
Dan: "What was in her purse?"
Me: "A can of tuna fish."
Dan: "That's not weird!"
Me: "I know!"
Dan: "I've even had cans of tuna in my man bag!"
Dan: "What do you see that catches your attention?"
me: "Um, it looks like something is exploding?"Um, good question. We are flying into this airport next month....
Dan (chuckling): "No, not that. See how there's a nice neat row of planes...?"
me (interrupting): "Oh! The weird burnt-looking shell of an airplane next to them?"
Dan (laughing harder): "No, actually... look behind the row of neat planes to the second row behind it. Now look off to the side, what do you see?"
me (staring hard): "Um. It looks like there's a plane in the woods?"
Dan: "YES! Why?! Why is an aircraft not on the tarmac?"
LtCdr. (Realizing that I'm not about to give up easily, brings out the secret weapon) Is your budget OPN or multi-year R&D?Read Dan's full blog post-->
Me: What is OPN?
LtCdr: (a direct hit!) It has to be one of those.
Me: (Extremely polite) Yes, thank you. What is OPN?
LtCdr: (Smug) It has to be OPN or Multi-year R&D.
Me: Um* this is R&D activity, and we've been doing it for years. Do you need official verification?
LtCdr: Is it OPN?
Me: I don't know. Please explain, what is OPN?
LtCdr: (Victoriously) It's what it has to be for me to take it.
Me: (Thinking that maybe this is a Turing test) Thanks. Does OPN stand for something? Is it an acronym?
LtCdr: (Let the circle be unbroken) It has to be OPN or multi-year R&D.
Me: Well, here's our Navy budget number. Does that make this clearer?
LtCdr: (Examining fingernails) No.
Me: (Frustrated, still in control of myself) The Navy gave me that number* it's the only number we've ever had to use* we are working for the Navy* you are in the navy* can you see if it is OPN or officially multi-year R&D?
LtCdr: That number means nothing to me (and that's not the only thing).
Me: What is the definition of OPN?
LtCdr: It's what we're allowed to take now.
Me: How can I tell if my budget is OPN or multi-year?
LtCdr: I don't know.
Me: Listen, I don't know OPN from OBGYN. I didn't decide to undertake this operation, nor did I write the contract. I have no idea what you're talking about.
LtCdr: Yes.
Me: (Retreat!) I'll call you back.
me: "I need to spend more time blogging. When I put up boring blog posts, my readership drops."*
*[from like three to two readers/day... Hi Mom! Sis! Thanks for sticking around!]
Dan: "It's time-consuming to come up with good material."
me: "Yes! And also to be a good blogging buddy. If I don't have time read, visit and comment on other people's blogs, then my blog karma suffers.*" (*to all the cool new people who commented enthusiastically about those hideous shoes, I'm totally going to add you to my blog roll!)
Dan: "Right, there's so much out there to read and keep up on."
me: "And! You can't just leave crappy comments. The comments have to be good. Thoughtful. You can't just write "lol" and be done with it."
Dan: "Well when you get home tonight, you can blog."
Fast forward past the commute home.
I swung open front door, smiling at the progress our handyman's made on the kitchen renovation project.
Earlier he came by to work on the carpet-to-tile transition which involved gluing strips of carpet tacks to the floor.
The entire kitchen/downstairs project (now going on 1.5 years) is inching forward at a (crippled) snail's pace but even the most meager progress makes me extremely excited.
Smiles quickly turn to frowns.
"Is this blood?"
I bend down and peer at the tile. Hmm. A reddish-brown paw print. Please let this be mud.
"Where's the dog??" (slight panic in voice.)
Scrambling noises emerge from the garage.
Yay! Someone thought about locking the animals away so they wouldn't get hurt by the bare rows of tacks pointing upwards like shark teeth.
But wait. More paw prints. Not brownish. Bright red. Arterial blood red. Fresh murder victim red. Anna Nicole Smith Lips red. And omg, it's everywhere! A two foot smear of blood along the entire perimeter of the carpet line. Good lord, what happened here!
Dan and I rushed to the garage to examine the animals. We both assumed the dog trampled the tacks by the look of the prints.
Dan swung the door open and the dog burst out like water under high pressure, the cat close behind. They'd never been left in the garage before and were freaked out by the alteration in their schedule. Anyone that has animals knows they abhor change.
My mind raced. Someone put them there, but who? The dogwalker? Did she find them covered in blood after the handyman left? But she would have mentioned this in her note, right?
We wondered this out loud as the animals windmilled at our feet, delirious at being rescued. And then we noticed the garage floor was sopping wet.
The smell hit after the visual. As if our brains had been protecting us from reality and it wasn't until we saw fluid that we could officially admit that Things Were Not As They Should Be.
The dog hasn't peed in the house since he was a pup. But anxiety at being locked in a new place unleashed his normal restraint. Great puddles of urine seeped under the foam floor cushion covering half the work area and flowed gracefully into the garage's many concrete cracks.
Lovely.
Not only was the garage floor now coated with noxious waste but its depth and spread was almost artful, as if a ghost from house-past urgently seized upon the opportunity to return the dwelling to its original state, resentful that its new owners (us) so thoroughly eliminated the original stench of piss that had permeated the residence. (See the page I put up for my parents who wondered why I didn't call for weeks after we moved in.)
Immediate triage procedures snapped into place. Check paws! Let dog out! Feed animals! Mop floor! Clean blood!
Remarkably, the dog wasn't injured. And strangely enough, the cat also seemed fine. Both animals' paws were beautifully unmarred. The cat did have some blood on her fur but we couldn't find the source. It almost looked like she'd rolled in someone else's blood during a kittenish frenzy but we couldn't imagine who.
Well, someone bled all over the floor. I hope we find out who soon.
So much for going to sleep early. And for expanding my blogosphere with quality content and comments. For now it looks like (both of) you readers are stuck with the domestic bliss that is animal piss and house renovation. If one more person asks me if I'm having a baby soon I'm going to scream.
Dan (pausing to assess how a grown man and woman can act like 4 yr olds): "Basically this is what happens when you never grow up."
me (looking around at the enormous mess of our unfinished kitchen): "This is Never Never Land... without the staff!"
Dan: "It is Never Never Land. It will Never Never be finished!"