oops

ellen did nice things for nerdgirl today

+gave me a comfy chair for my suite

+delivered it

+bought me a couple beers

what she got in return

=car towed

conversation:

“where’s the truck?”

“i thought you parked a block up…”

“nope”

nerdgirl’s response “bahahahahbahaha – oops i shouldnt laugh – but i cant stop – bahahahhhha”

think ellen will ever do anything nice for nerdgirl again??

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missing you

Hey dad.  There are so many things I want to share with you.  I have learned a lot in the last year.  Good stuff and bad stuff.  Growing stuff.  I think you would be proud – of all of us.  Mom is retired and out there soaking it all in!  She is trying all these new things and is a skinny minny now.  Mandy is as successful and as lovely as you knew she would be.  And you should see Meg.  What a beauty!  And a pain in the butt – just like I was.

I have a feeling you are watching out for us and that gives me a sense of security on those bad days.  And when something good happens I know you are smiling at us!  Try and close your eyes when we are being our rotten selves!  =)

I only hope that today you are driving around in that awesome yellow convertible vette and there is a cold beer waiting for you somewhere.

I miss you.

We all do.

Have a great birthday.

introducing Ceilidh

Say hello to my friend Ceilidh!

a day in the West end

This little beauty belongs to my friend Brenda.  I was very lucky to spend some time with this little spitfire this weekend. 

Here’s another one of Ceilidh and Junior.  See you soon Ceilidh!

West End walkies

on migraines

How do I know I have a migraine you ask?

See that nice sharp hard corner on your filing cabinet?

It is taking all my strength not to fling my head back and smash my head as hard as I can into it.

Did you notice my many bathroom breaks today?

No, I dont have a bladder infection, I have been throwing up.  Yes, barfing.  At work, anywhere actually that a migraine decides to kick my ass.  For five seconds as I am leaving that stall I feel better.  By the time I wash my hands and walk back to my desk or whatever else I was doing (recently it was a date) I need to turn back around and throw up again.

Remember morning sickness?  That was a picnic compared to this nausea.

Aspirin you say?  Advil?  Extra Strength whatsit?  No, noooo I cannot take another aspirinadvilextrastrenthwhatsit.  Why?  Well, the last forty I took so I could get out of bed have eaten right through the lining of my stomach and I don’t think that is helping my situation any.  What, really?  They work for your little headaches?  Aw, isn’t that nice.  I think I mentioned I get migraines.  Different ball game.  Actually different sport altogether.  Like comparing the ballet to the UFC.  Yep.  Pain meds?  Wish list:  to receive morphine intravenously.  Really.  Yes, It is that bad.

You know how you mentioned that girl that sits beside you at work – you know the one that her perfume ‘irritates’ you?  Yeah her.  Ok, you know the other girl – the one that sits way down the hall and around the corner?  My migraine gives me super powers – I can smell her perfume, the one she put on YESTERDAY and has since showered off.  Yes, yes, that is a neat superpower.  That also means I can smell the smoker two blocks away and the fact that the guy in the elevator stood beside someone else on the bus who wasn’t wearing deodorant.  And all those smells – they hurt my head more and make me take at least four extra trips to talk to the big white phone in the bathroom on a migraine day.

And lighting.  Lighting.  Fun stuff.  You know those neat little lights above your desk?  For me, they aren’t a little bright.  They actually make me anxious.  Anxious because I know if I get even the slightest bit of a headache that those babies will start to feel like someone is boring holes through my retina with a laser device.  Oh yeah, so does my computer monitor.  Fun stuff these migraines.

And no Im not being a snotty bitch, that whimsical giddy fun voice of the average woman saying hello, the one that made me cringe?  Yes, she is beautiful and animated and awesome but for me – during a migraine – that little voice sounds like a drill.  And the drill is buzzing directly into my ear.  Slowly and surely.  But the drill doesn’t see to drill right into the part of my head I need it to to relieve the pressure – so its just another form of torture.

Oh yes, and if I am lucky enough to have one of them fifty dollar ‘miracle’ pills handy that ‘cures’ my migraine … within a half hour, my pain is a beautiful dull roar … but I am sure about five thousand brain cells went with the pain and I cannot understand the simplest task you are asking me to do.  So yes, thank you, I do feel better, I just cant do simple math or hold my own fork until tomorrow.  No I am not staring at your tongue… oh wait yes, I am, I am trying to focus.  Sigh.

Ok, done.  End of migraine rant.

NerdGirl Disclaimer:

This is directed at no one.  I took a ‘writing liberty’ for ‘effect’ to write the post this way.  Apparently a migrine hangover makes me a comic too.

Anyways, blogging friends feel free to chime in.  I am sure I am not the only one enjoying these lovely long ‘episodes’!  Do you have cures?  Stories?  Rants?  Anything?  Something!  Join me in my pain!

janey and junior

 Im one lucky girl.

 

 

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