Saturday, September 12, 2009

Bad blogger. Bad.

Sometimes the reason why I haven't updated in a while is because I don't have anything interesting to write about. Other times it's because I've been so insanely busy I haven't had time to sit down and write about all the wacky things I've been doing.

This time, I had nothing interesting to say for a while, and then suddenly things started happening, none of it particularly gripping blog material but still, enough to prevent me from blogging.

To follow up on my most recent post, the people across the street left their trash cans out for four days, and left the fridge there for two days after that. Why that was of such interest to me, I really don't know, but it was neighborhood scandal material for me.  I wrote about it on Facebook. Oh, by the way, I've now been de-friended NINE TIMES (you can't hear me, but I'm saying it in the voice of Principal Edward Rooney).

I must be doing something right. Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

Hmmmm... what else can I tell you?

I was sick last week. I had an icky cold and a fever for a couple of days. The worst part of it was that I had offered to go and sit with Mrs. Speed Racer while Speed had his tonsils out last Thursday morning, and I was too sick to go. I knew nobody was mad at me or anything, but I was still bummed out because I really wanted to be helpful.

Fortunately for me (not so much for him), he got seriously dehydrated Wednesday night and Mrs. Racer took him to the ER for fluids and better pain meds, so I got another chance to step in and be a pal. I sat with Speed at the hospital all day on Thursday.




Seeing Kev like this was a bit freaky, when I remembered that I'm having my tonsils out on Wednesday, but he had significantly more done than I'm going to have done. He also had his soft palette tightened and his uvula removed. I thought about asking to have my unruly uvula taken out, but I'd have to give up any endorsement potential as the Swollen Uvula Poster Child, so I'm just going for the Basic Tonsilectomy instead of the Deluxe Package.

We made light of the situation. I tried to throw wadded up paper towels into the plastic thing on his face, until Margaret the nurse told me I had no game. So then we thought of movie quotes that would be funny to say, like, "LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER!"  and from Top Gun, "Ok, Mav, let's turn and burn!!"

Genius had eaten hardly anything in a week. My extensive experience with Strep has taught me that even when it hurts, you still need to suck something down. And I'm pretty sure that's what she said.

But he's much better now. He's home, he's got some better meds and he's well on the road to recovery, which is good, so he can help take care of me next week. I'm starting to get really super nervous about the whole tonsilectomy thing. I bought myself a 2lb tin of Gooey Butter Pop from Poptions to calm my nerves.

In other news, the kids are doing great in school. Beeb's still hanging out with her buddy Elle and, now that Princeton's moved to From Whence He Came, Beeb has a new love interest that I'm going to call Tuck. He's a sweet guy. His mom, however, has some strange fashion sense.




That's a full-on denim suit - the jacket's not like a jean jacket, it's a fitted blazer. Gih. But she's a nice person and Tuck's a good kid, so I support this relationship. For now.

Ooooh! I need to announce the newest addition to the Karma Clan!




This is Dexter. Not named for the serial killer, but for the mad scientist cartoon kid with his own Laboratory. Our Dexter has his own pimped-out 40-gallon tank. The kids love him. We're training him for the Hamster Ball Races on October 3rd.

Come to think of it, we've got stuff going on for the next several weekends. Today R and Mrs. Racer are taking Pie to see that new Tim Burton movie "9" (Kev and the rest of us thought it looked too creepy), and tomorrow we're talking about going out to Pirate Fest.

Next weekend I'll be taking it easy. The Racers are taking the Apes off of our hands for a bit so R can take care of me after my surgery.

The following weekend the Karmas and the Racers are going to Strange Folk. I'm really looking forward to that. We missed it last year.

Then, on October 1st, R will finally - FINALLY - move up to a better job on The Death Star.  For the last six years R has been screamed at eight hours a day by crabby people who can't figure out their communication devices or the system through which The Evil Empire receives payment for the communication services they graciously provide to the inhabitants of a galaxy far, far away.

His hard work, dependability, patience and mad skillz have been recognized and rewarded, and we are absolutely overjoyed. It's a pay increase, and, hopefully, a stress decrease.

So, as I mentioned, we're racing Dexter on the 3rd. We have the annual Hayride out at Chez Inlaw on the 10th, and the weekend after that...


My 20-year High School Reunion.




Shut up.

6 comments:

turtlegirl76 said...

I've been missing your picture texts too! But glad to see a new blog post from you.

I totally would have been trying to flip pennies or wadded up bits of paper into that mask thingie too. Irresistible.

Anonymous said...

I wanna hit that!

Susan

SiressYorkie said...

Wow. That is one fierce photo.

Poor Speed Racer. The Uvula operation is a really, really painful recovery. A lot of folks loose weight with it because eating/drinking/existing is so painful as it heals up. So if anyone wants a sure-fire way to shed those pesky pounds, why having your uvula removed is a great way to do it!

Now THERE'S a diet tip I bet they don't know about in Hollywood.

Are you going to cover Dexter's ball with stickers for Valvoline, Castor, and Rusteeze Medicated Bumper Ointment? Who gets to wave the checked flag?

Kev said...

Yeah, I'm down 10 pounds so far. The uvulaectomy is by far the most painful part of the recovery - and she also left off that I had turbinate reduction done in my nose, so I couldn't blow my nose for a week either, so all that snot just sat there keeping me from breathing, and drying out my mouth, making the swelling worse, making it harder to swallow... which dried out my mouth, making the swelling worse... (you get the picture)


Dexter is one fast little fat thing. I think he'll do well.

And as far as PK tossing stuff in my face tent... My very own FATHER was giving her tips and suggestions on how to get better. He actually came to the hospital to help her out. Not to help ME - his son. No - To help Penny Karma. Great. I felt so loved...


And PK - thanks for coming - it made a scary day much better. I heard from the next respiratory tech that came in that we were indeed the talk of the hospital.

The Beautiful Kind said...

Yay for Strange Folk! We did it! And congrats on Oct 1 new job.

I get unfriended on fb pretty often too, and I think it's funny when the person feels all bad about it and sends me a private explanation and apology.

Penny Karma said...

I have yet to have anyone send me a note explaning why they de-friended me. I always have to figure out who it was and try to guess what I did that upset them.

I totally get that my brand of humor isn't for everyone. That's part of my charm.