June 13, 2010

A Week of Random Thought

Bones didn't want to leave of course. Mr. Drama told us, "Dad, we need to stay. It's the right thing to do...". Right.

I informed him I needed to go to work and check email for status on some projects I'm working on and that Pop is still in the hospital. We need to check on him. The longer he's in there the more worried we are.

Besides, our comp rooms are over! Time to go home!!!


I'm typing this on my husband's iPad. I have decided I like raised keyboards too much. I find the iPad unfriendly for blogging.


We are beginning to think that Pop has been suffering from edema for a long time and none of us was aware. He hasn't seen his feet in... 20 years? We're starting to piece things together and it's disturbing.

On Wednesday I stopped by his apt to pick up his mail. I decided to stop by the nurse's station. As I told my sister-in-law, I was just as pissed as I had been on Sunday night. That's really not a good sign. For me to be angry that long does not bode well for the recipient... Sarcastic and condescending doesn't even touch the surface. I said to Lee, "it doesn't matter how I play out the conversation in my head, in the end I'm frickin rude as hell and I have to resist the urge to punch someone in the face.".

I walked in and there sat the REGIONAL director of nursing. I took this as a sign from God that I had someone high up on the food chain to hear me out. I didn't want to blow it.

She seemed genuinely aghast, more so when I showed her the pictures I'd taken in the hospital. They are starting an investigation. As civil as I was, my parting shot to her when I left was, "And I want you to know that every single healthcare provider at the hospital that is taking care of my fil knows of what has occurred. I have made sure that I have told every doctor and every nurse that I have come across of this facility's incredible negligence. They seem suitably horrified.". And with that...I left.


We just passed a store front called "Louse calls" head lice removal.


Is there such a problem in Orlando that someone thought they could make a living picking lice from people's heads? Yuck.


My cousin came to visit us in the hotel with her sweet little babies. She has an 18 mo old and a 2 mo old. Both boys. I loved on them for two days and I have decided people need to just keep having babies so I can love on them all.

It was wonderful.

So... let's see... 2 years ago I was buying baby clothes for my sister's then unborn baby and the woman at the store asked me, "Buying for a grandchild?"

That was ghastly.

Then yesterday, as I put my cousin back in her truck, got the babies all situated in their carseats, I said to the Valet, "Please put this on my hotel room bill."

I received my hotel bill and on that day's charges it said, "Daughter's Valet".


My cousin looks like a young Reese Witherspoon. She's all of 4'10" and before children weighed 89 lb. She MIGHT hit 100 now. She is tiny.

I texted her about the bill and she said I really shouldn't worry, that most people think she looks 16 and since I have a 15 year old, it's OK. Besides, she said I should be more worried that I'm a bad parent that my 16 year old already has two kids...

... which really was dang funny. It was.

But in the back of my head I'm thinking, "Two points don't make a trend but..." I suspect I'm starting to look grandmotherly. It wouldn't bother me if I WAS one... but I'm not.

So yeah, it's bugging me a bit.


I'm eliminating white flour from my diet again. I added it back, gained most of the weight back and am also exhibiting early signs of arthritis in my hands. (Both my grandmothers had it in their hands... I view it as an inevitability.)

Given I evidently LOOK like a grandmother and both my grandmothers had arthritis, I figure, it had to start at some time in their lives, why not 44?

That said, I am wondering about the coincidence of adding flour and sugar back to my diet and the inflammation in my knuckles. I'm doing my own science experiment... let's see if taking it back OUT of my diet makes the discomfort go away...


I got 8 inches cut off my hair. I have a Mom haircut now. I'm still getting used to it. Yeah, I'll post before and after... you can tell me if I look like a grandmother.

Can you tell that's kind of irritating me? Just a bit?


I barely make it through a night without having to use the restroom. I have eliminated nearly all liquid consumption before bed, in particular decaf coffee, and I can usually make it to about 5AM.


At this hotel we were staying in, our room overlooked an indoor atrium. Right under our window was a waterfall. Let me tell you, it is TOUGH making it through the night without having to pee when you're hearing a waterfall ALL NIGHT LONG. Don't get me wrong, I slept well when I slept, but dang, I kept having dreams of having to pee.

I'll skip the waterfalls next time...


When you become a mother, you really appreciate all your folks did for you. You really do... the sleepless nights, the worry, the hardwork.

But, I think I decided this week, that what I appreciate most about my Mom, is how hard she has had to work to keep her girlish figure and to look as dang good as she looks.

It's hard!

It's a constant battle!

Yet it's a battle she has always won and I have a frickin' HUGE respect for her... just on that alone.

Good Grief.

Then again, as my husband has been apt to say, "Bou, it's not fair to use your mother as a yardstick for the rest of the American Women. It's not fair to them. Your Mom just looks so damn great."


I'm obsessing over what car to get in 2 years. Since whatever car I get in 2 years is currently being built NOW (I buy used), every new car I see on the road, I wonder, "Can I see myself in THAT car? What kind of gas mileage does it get?"

Right now I'm waffling between a Ford Escape and an Audi A3 TDI (with a great warranty because Audi reliability SUCKs past 50K.)


And lastly, a gift for my buddy, Jimbo.

A little background... my husband's convention was at the Gaylord Palms in Orlando. If you click to the picture of the inside of the hotel, what you find is it's one HUGE round hotel and in the middle is an enormous atrium. It's very fun.

As you walk around the atrium you see all the special plant life they're growing, koi ponds... and...


For Jimbo. My Gator Fan.

Right smack in the middle of the atrium.

I told the boys... "This is for Jimbo..."

Love you, Jim!!!
Jimbos dream vacation.jpg

Posted by Boudicca at June 13, 2010 05:38 PM

Sweet Jesus Christ! Who the hell wants to look out their windows to see these stinking, prehistoric man-eating monsters? Anyway, thanks for pointing me to a hotel in which I will never set foot. Yeef!

Posted by: Jim - PRS at June 13, 2010 06:23 PM

If they think you look grandmotherly - I sure as hell don't want to know what they'd think of me. Yeesh! You certainly don't look old enough to have grandkids unless they thought you started having your own kids in kindergarten.

I know what you mean about keeping in shape. I work out very hard, but don't have as much discipline with my diet (outside of cutting the additives and preservatives) as you do - you are friggin' amazing.

Then again I was never "thin" always "regular" now I just can't get rid of some bulges. *sigh* It is what it is. At least I stay a consistent size 12... or I'd have to give up finding clothes as few in that size fit me right. Heh.

I LOVE my Audi A4 although it's got nearly 110,000 on it. I'm seriously looking at the A3 because I think it's excellent. They drive beautifully (the steering is outstanding on all the German cars) but they are expensive to fix. If I was living in a city I'd be seriously looking at a VW - I love them too. It's hard to drive the regular American/Asian cars after driving my Audi - they just aren't quite as tightly put together... Best thing for you is that you don't need the 4WD in FL - that will keep expenses down considerably.

Oh and LOL at Jim.

Posted by: Teresa at June 13, 2010 10:40 PM

Kind of a zen epiphany [not that I'm familiar with either of those], you just say, "oh, you're referring to my great granddaughter! Works for great grandsons, nephews, nieces, kids but probably not turtles.

So much more pleasant to take the shepherd off to places like that hotel in Memphis where every morning they bring the baby ducks down in the elevator to parade into the lobby fountain. Cute too. Way better than turtles. :)

Posted by: Curtis at June 13, 2010 10:47 PM

I love my Escape. I bought new in 2006, it's still doing great.

Posted by: Sissy at June 13, 2010 11:56 PM

I have had a grey streak in my hair since I was about 21. People (strangers even) would ask me if I colored it that way. On purpose! *snort*

I don't get that question anymore...guess I look old enough for grey now (44 like you). *sigh*

Posted by: Mrs. Who at June 14, 2010 10:43 AM

Don't feel bad, Bou. I am just waiting for the day someone asks if our youngest is a grandson. It will happen. I get "ma'am"ed to death. Makes me feel like some lemon-faced old biddy. And I'm not even a senator ...!

Posted by: PeggyU at June 14, 2010 11:10 AM

Well you know I am going to say Ford Escape just because but I also leased an Escape a few years ago and fell.in.love with it. It is the most awesomeness car in the world. When I get a new lease in hopefully the fall it will be and Escape. I think of it as the SUV for shorter people!

And the arthritis, start taking the Glusemaine/Chondrotin supplement now. It can take a few weeks to work but by god that shit it awesome! Took it for years and it did wonders for me, know many many people who take it and it did wonders for them also. It has been throughly tested (double blind studies) and is even recommended by doctors and rheumatologists.

Also it maybe a good idea to see a rheumatologist now to get baseline "readings" on your hands (ie someone to see what they are doing, maybe x-rays, etc).

And start a routine with ice when they hurt and maybe some exercises for them (squeezing soft balls, etc) to keep them "lubricated". Arthritis in the hands sucks so bad because after awhile you loose stregth and start dropping stuff, can't open shit, writing goes all to hell. My writing is near illegable until I have been up and about for a few hours.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at June 14, 2010 11:36 AM

QW - I have a 2001 Escape and love it, and while it may be fine for short folks, I'm 6-foot-3 and it has plenty of room for me too.

I love the gators in the hotel lobby. Seems like every tourist who comes to Florida wants to see gators, so folks staying there can check that off their list right off the bat.

Posted by: George P at June 14, 2010 11:52 AM

Bou - This may be too late but they will prolly treat (or should treat) your fil with IV Rosefin. This is hardcore stuff. It kills everything, even the good stuff in the intestines. Make sure he gets either Lactaid or Culturelle to prevent diarrhea.

Posted by: Denny at June 14, 2010 01:12 PM

My mom swears by turmeric for the arthritis in her fingers. Her knuckles are essentially normal size now. I should add that I'm 52 so you can figure she's no spring chicken.

Posted by: Carl Brannen at June 14, 2010 04:16 PM

Better than my friend Graeme - when he went to visit his wife in hospital after their first child was born (she was 32 he was 40) they announced "Jane your father is here to see you!"!!

Posted by: Shaz at June 14, 2010 09:27 PM

Shaz- OMG!!! Holy crap. SHE WINS. That is absolutely GHASTLY. *gasp!* Holy crap... and you can bet that one is going to be repeated by me. H-oooolllyyyy sh---it.

Posted by: Bou at June 14, 2010 10:23 PM

You could easily be a grandmother...you just had Ringo too late.

Posted by: Toluca Nole at June 15, 2010 07:59 PM

You? Grandmotherly? Pfaugh. You're a little kid, fer cryin' out loud!

Posted by: Elisson at June 17, 2010 07:53 AM