Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Not the best time for a finger pick

There won't be any glucose testing today. No sirree. I just finished eating an entire Spongebob Squarepants sized rectangle of sponge taffy. I LOVE that stuff. The way it sort of bubbles and dissolves into a chewy mess that cements your teeth together. The sort of salty taste of the soda. The hint of bitterness from the carmelized sugar. From the middle comby section to the outer, dense, crunchy part I love love love it. If I were to do a finger pick now, the glucometer might blow a gasket ;). It is absolutely beautiful outside. There is a bit of chill in the air still, but if you stand in the sun it is wonderfully refreshing. I smells like spring out there. Finally! I just hope that by saying this I don't tempt the karma gods into starting a fresh new snow storm. It has been known to happen. Remember a while ago I posted about looking for a certain game, and that I must look threatening because I scared the patootie out of a woman that found it but was afraid to tell me? Well, I have decided I must truly look threatening and/or shifty and that it has nothing to do with the coat at all. I didn't have it on today. In fact, I am wearing a perfectly reasonable and acceptible outfit. A "mommy" outfit. Loose fitting jeans, an apple green plain t-shirt, and a normal person plain sweater. I had to go to a government office, and parked in a pay lot. The kind where you pay up front by the hour. A gentleman came up to me and said he had over an hour left on his ticket, and offered it to me. I thanked him and gladly took it. I always say a little kindness goes a long way but sad that too few people show it. Well, I was in and out in about five minutes and it seemed a waste not to pass the ticket on again. So I waited a minute or two until I saw some people pull in and park. And do you know what happened? NOBODY WOULD TAKE IT. I mean, it was offered to five different drivers. I think they thought I was trying to scam them. For heaven's sake I wasn't even wearing my old shoes, and my hair was clean and decent looking. Perhaps what I think is a reasonable outfit in my eyes screams "Crack whore" to passer's by. You would think I was trying to SELL the darn thing. So much for paying it forward ROFL. Oh well. There are a few more crumbs of toffee in the bag to kill the pain - tee hee! Anybody want to buy an expired parking stub? I need money to make a sign "Will work for sponge candy".

Monday, April 07, 2008

Of pug dogs and little kids

Well, first off, Ruby is feeling a bit better. She is perkier, wants to play, and has the curl back in her tail. She still isn't eating though, and her breathing is still quicker and shallower than I like. She will take a different brand of food if I hand feed it to her kibble by kibble and still wants treats for going outside and forages for crumbs on the floor. She ate a piece of lint this morning. How on earth am I supposed to answer the vet when he asks how her appetite has been? SHE ATE LINT but turned her back in the food bowl. Sheesh. DD is home sick today. She developed a cold over the weekend. Nothing overly serious, but she has a runny nose and cough and SOUNDS like she is dying LOL. No fever, and she is acting normal - which means I am having a hard monday LOL. So far I have cooked like seven meals, cleaned up more messes than I can count, and if I hear "Mom! Can you bring me...." one more time I might have to go and sit on the porch for a little while. Rocking and babbling may be part of the entertainment. We went to Costco yesterday to get meat. The prices in the grocery store are skyrocketing and their meat just looks gross to me. It's been more than two weeks and we have used every scrap of what we had in the freezer. Even the ground pork that has been there forever because it looked too fatty. I was amazed how low the Costco prices were, and their meat (especially the chicken breasts and pork) is always excellent. I don't know that I have ever bought beef there, but the Lillydale chicken breasts are pristine, and their pork is always tender and juicy with nice thick chops. DH was a bit disgruntled (he hates it there when it is busy and he hates it there when it is not because it creates needs for things we don't have room for and shouldn't be spending money on) but when he discovered it was sample day, he was less upset. He didn't even complain about waiting in line for five minutes to get a two centimeter square of pizza LOL. And it was quite entertaining for everybody around us when he popped a piece of spanikopita in his mouth and discovered it contained dill. Whoo-hoo, that was FUN-NY! He couldn't spit it out and couldn't swallow it whole, which forced him to chew it so he could taste it really well. There was shuddering and grimacing and he even did a little troll-like dance. I was laughing my butt off with tears streaming down my face. He wanted to know why I didn't warn him. How could I? I never take free samples even if it is something I absolutely love. I have overcome many of my germ phobias, but the strongest ones (bathroom and food, food and garbage, and free samples) still remain. Now mind you, my reaction is much much tamer than it used to be BM (before medication LOL). Yes every single brain cell still screams and sometimes I may even emit a shriek, but in public I can now just politely decline something and not shrink away as though they are offering me a hit of syphylis. It's all about degrees of craziness. Getting out of the place was frustrating and the lines made it hard to even get close to the checkouts and it seemed like everybody not only had a full cart but had one or two issues at cash out. Cards didn't work. Didn't want to renew expired memberships. A little short so picked and chose items to be removed from the bill - and so on. When it was finally our turn, our cashier had to stop and make a deposit and for some reason was having difficulty counting. I was ready to go get another piece of spanikopita for DH so we would at least have something entertaining to watch while we waited. Well, everybody except for DH. But I figure it's time he took one for the team, don't you? Bwa-haa-haaaaaaaa! DD just walked by and peeked in. She is wearing her snow white costume, my old high heels (four inch heels, flash dance era), and a green and pink leopard print sun hat. She is also carrying our yoga ball and heading for the good living room. Methinks I better go save the fate of my glass coffee table. I might need to sit on the porch earlier than I thought.