July 2005 Archives
I had a knock-me-out-and-bite-my-tongue seizure yesterday afternoon, and another last night. I'm trying so hard to "get myself normal" today, so I can go in to work tomorrow. This getting normal involves a lot of ice cream.
Today I was scouring the internet for blue and green sheets. The last thing I recall is seeing the time 4:44. Now my tongue is bitten up and I am no closer to finding these sheets. JCPenney?
I heard on the radio this morning... Wow, did you never, ever think you'd hear me begin a conversation that way? Anyway, someone was talking about Mary Kate and Ashley and the secret language between twins no one else understands. I thought of Tasha, and how perhaps we were twins that were accidentally born to separate families.
Tash and I did not need to speak to hold entire conversations, and it really freaked out those of the male gender who accompanied us.
A) Tonight was the One Year Anniversary of finding this house and deciding to offer the owners that we'd buy it, despite not being wild about its curb appeal (Erik liked the color of the house more than I did), I made up my mind inside.
2) Upon writing my first real estate offer, I convulsed all over the realtor's office. And she still loves me.
and D) We watched "Twenty Bucks" with Mike&Kristen tonight. Cute movie, but with my aversion to amoebas, now I have all kinds of new possibilities to imagine. Paper money is so DIRTY. *shudder* This is why debit cards are wonderful. I'm just going to have to launder my money.
I'm not stupid. I just hadn't had my coffee yet.
This morning we're getting those Hurricane Emily rains and they're glorious. It's like the Pacific Norhwest, until the Weather Channel tells me that San Antonio right now has a temp of 70, and Seattle is 92 right now. Ha. "Everybody Hurrrts...."
Ok. Went with Erik to the Post to mail something to Carrie because her b'day is tomorrow and I am ALL OVER that birthday thing. Never mind that I BOUGHT this thing two months ago, because I have THOUGHT, mistakenly, since COLLEGE, that her birthday was JUNE 17. It's not. It's July 17. However. Lucky me, they usually go places, and we mailed it three-day, so it should get to Fargo by the time they get back. Leave it to me to buy a birthday card and gift WAY early and then be late getting it to you anyway. Still love me, ok?
So, we stopped at Starbucks because Erik could tell I was needing the nonfat Mint Mocha thing. And that is exactly how he ordered it when he went in to get it, y'all. I hadn't taken a sip of it yet and despite my years of being the 80s Girl at Magic in San Antonio, when Mad About You came on the radio, and he told me how much his brother loved the lead singer of the Go Gos.... I said PAT BENATAR.
And he almost rolled the truck. Because Pat Benatar is not the lead singer of the Go Gos. So I reached deep into my memory banks and heard another song instead eminating from a boombox in my front yard and took one sip of the mint mocha thing and... Belinda Carlisle.
Now there was just no reason for this. I'm not stressed out. I had a whole new outfit on this morning, I'm happy.
I got to work, climbed the stairs, bought my coffee and veggie/egg casserole, and proceeded toward my corridor. About halfway there, got the sirens. I am always the first one on my team to work, but my head began to go numb and I cried out my manager's name, and praise God, his head popped up over the walls of his cube. I lurched forward to throw my breakfast that I hadn't touched into the nearest trash can and hit the floor.
I popped a contact out and broke blood vessels in my eyes. I also bit my tongue pretty good and got a bloody nose.
I awoke on the gurney, fully clothed. Boy I tell ya, if they'd have cut those new clothes off of me like they did about a month ago, I'd have been really ticked off.
No paramedics were harmed in this morning's events. When I came to, I said, "Hey, I didn't think you guys would have come back for me after last time." One of the volunteer firefighters says I am famous at the fire station for my right hook when I'm unconscious.
I was watching Tony Blair this morning, thinking, good. He's got George B. over his right shoulder and he's reassuring his people of their united resolve. Good. You have to understand, my background is in Communication Analysis. So I read between people's lines.
I don't care if you're a Bushhater. That was a good show of support from our whole country.
Why do not the terrorists just stop?
As we were on the air discussing the fallout in NYC and DC regarding those fallen planes four years ago, not playing ten-in-a-row, so all of our thoughts just went out over dry air, I said to the afternoon guy, Chris, "Chris, it's September 11. Today is 9-1-1."
I didn't expect that terrorists cared about the hour or the day or certainly that they'd have no attachment to our emergency 911 system.
This morning I remembered that moment as I was listening to Tony Blair and applying makeup, and SERIOUSLY could not remember what month or day it was.
WHY do the terrorists not stop? HOW could killing people POSSIBLY get you into heaven, where there are dozens of virgins? If I met you on the street, I wouldn't hate you. What's your damn problem?
"It's a Small World after all, it's a small, small, world..."
There is an actual, real live ice cream trucklet that barrels past my house every evening about this time everyday. I assume that while dinner is usually over, most of the neighborhood children are surely bent over their schoolbooks, or doing their chores before going to bed early.
I had never seen an ice cream truck (except for in movies), because I grew up sheltered in this teensy German town in North Dakota where we didn't have such lavish frivolocity.
Today, women on my team were talking about fistfighting with other girls in high school. That just did not happen in my life. Those girls would have been kept home from school and locked in the basement until they were 25.
Yesterday morn, we descended the steps into the only basement I think I have seen in Texas and had coffee after church. "Had coffee" is just a term. Erik drank orange juice.
They all asked how my parents are doing, and how is Travis doing in school? I told them today is my mom and dad's anniversary, and everybody got all excited.
"What number?"
Now, mind you, we attend the EARLY service, so the congregation is silver-haired, for the most part. These are all folks that have been married 50 years or more, or widowed. When I said 25, I could see the mental movie rewinding behind Grandma Blanche's eyes. She was married 58 years when her husband died.
"Once you get there," she said, "you've been through everything together."
Trav, I'm sorry, but people think that since you're still in Fargo, you haven't graduated yet. And they think that since today is our parents 25th wedding anniversary.... I'm four years younger.
Maybe this is too personal, but Nic will understand and Mom will cry.
I began taking a new antiseizure med. No seizures so far, for more than two weeks now. Praise God. Maybe this is it. Topamax is gonna help control this thing.
Now, check this out, and this is supposed to be a common side effect, my fingertips have been tingling. Does this happen to you, Nicole? Last night, my LEFT TOES TINGLED. I haven't felt anything in my left toes since the hot sun on Grammy and Grampy Baker's new deck in the summer of '99. So imagine that just a tingling excited me quite a bit.
Tonight, Erik will attest that he saw the toes move. I have a witness.
My work friend Bertha didn't return to work after having her baby. So I haven't seen her in almost a year. She ran into Erik the other day, so she then brought him, for me, some of those Mexican cookies I like. I was first introduced to them by my buddy Manuel shortly after becoming a Texan, and they're kind of like English shortbread. What a sweetheart.
I put up the border in my downstairs bathroom, so it's all Greek key-ish in there. And I think I'm growing a migraine.
A day off work for a long holiday, and stupid Wimbledon pre-empts Days. So I cleaned the house and bought a new computer, to replace the one I drowned in December, so I won't have to use Erik's anymore.
