I do not recommend…

Twisting your knee and your thigh, injuring your arms, and activating your other knee’s injuries the day before a campaign kick-off party.  

Ouch doesn’t even begin to cover it.  Medicating with Pecan Street Rum and Diet Coke.  If that doesn’t work, I’m moving on to Merlot, but I’mma drink it out of the bottle, because I can’t be bothered with glasses tonight.  

And, holy hell I hate stairs right now… HATE them.  

On the bright side?  Lexi keeps walking slowly down and up the stairs with me.  She doesn’t always do this, but she knows I’m in pain.   It’s so awesome to have her right now, because as painful as stairs are, her going down them slowly with me, is like her saying, “okay, you got this… let’s keep going, Mom.”  

Late Night Ramblings…

If you have an asthmatic in your life, and they’re suffering from major episodes of attacks, the best thing you can do is offer him or her a back rub.  Or, don’t even offer, just do it.  Slowly.  All around the lung areas.   It’s more soothing than you know, because the lungs ache.  

I’m convinced there is a townhouse three doors down that is either owned or (privately) rented by cats.  Windows are constantly open and all I ever see are about three or four different cats.  The only people I saw stopped coming and going more than four months ago, and more cats have appeared since then.  It’s kind of cool… A house owned by cats.  All on their own.  Living the good life.   I had that thought when I was taking Lexi on a brief potty outing just now. 

There’s a twig with a few leaves shaped like a dragonfly on my front walkway.  I hope it’s there in the morning.  For once I did not have my phone with me (I try to make sure I always carry it when I walk with Lexi, but we were literally going to be 5 minutes, which turned into 10 *glares*)  But, I thought: how perfect: a twig and leaves shaped like a dragonfly on my front walkway?  What are the odds?  

I need a back rub.  Really, really badly.  

Two Hours To Go…

Second Interview. 

Good vibes appreciated. 

So upset at the moment…

I had to flake on a volunteer commitment to the Annie’s List Luncheon, missing the chance to see Sandra Fluke in person, because of a client emergency and a jerk who wouldn’t answer his phone, which caused one of his co-workers to just break down in front of me…. So, on par, this is NOT the best morning.  

What is it about Facebook?

…That makes people think they’re entitled to act like assholes?   And then hide behind… “What?  Oh you can’t take a joke?” 

I’m not even kidding.  

Going for a walk, but feel free to vent.  

Long Day… Little Sleep… Too Much to Do…

….and why is it that when you have very little time and for the first time in a long while you leave your laptop at home, because you figure you’re going to be at a picnic taking photos and videos that you can deal with later, that your car just all of a sudden decides it’s going to have issues?  

But… the only really bad thing that happened was dealing with a no underwear wearing, did not take a shower, girl being rude when she asked a question.  

Like, I’m trying to answer your question politely and you’re going to be obnoxious about me and the guy that works at NTB trying to help you to the person you’re speaking to… ?

So…. how was everyone else’s Saturday?  Entertain me while I do some work?  :o) 

Ugh

A couple of hours ago, I was getting incredibly nauseous.  So, I went upstairs and laid down after taking some Aleve, asthma meds, and vitamins… 

It cleared up, for a little while, but it’s back, so I’m drinking some Decaf Green Tea w/ Mint and having some pasta (no sauce), because I had the leftovers and I was supposed to be eating “toast” w/ my tea, but I don’t keep a lot of bread in the house, because I don’t buy a lot of bread, because I eat maybe two or three pieces and then, mold.  So, I’m sitting here eating a very small portion of pasta and drinking a large cup of Green Tea w/ Mint (decaf) and hoping that the nausea will go away so I can get about four hours sleep before an event tomorrow. 

I hate this part of getting older.  Used to have a cast iron stomach and fainted much more than my stomach would purge itself.  Apparently hormones eat through cast iron stomachs, too.   Not that any purging is going on, but I never used to even have nausea unless I was about to purge… now, every so often.  UGH.  I’d honestly have the cold clammies and the near faints and the actual fainting.  At least then, I know exactly what to do.  (Sorry… TMI.) 

Also?  This is weird for me… this Green Tea and pasta / bread as a remedy.  I normally reach for the Pepto immediately, but something in my body is just refusing to let me go that route.  Some weird intuition thing that’s kind of telling me to stay away from it for now.  

“WHAT?!”

Every once in a while I have a day where I completely understand why Olivia Pope answers the phone by saying, “What?!”

Having one today… everyone in the world is calling me (including a collect call from a guy in prison?  Seriously dude?  I’m not the girl you’re looking for.)… everyone EXCEPT the one call I’ve been waiting on… and now, so nervous about.  

Conversations with my Dad

So… I kind of just blurted out my side of the story of the continuing battle between my sister and me to my Dad, and as I suspected, he already knew her side… and, yeah, she conveniently left out a lot of details… (Not shocked.) 

The difference between my sister and me is this: I use my powers for good.  She uses hers for herself.   I may observe, but I don’t judge and I definitely try to be supportive / positive where I can - not destructive or hurtful.  

I also found out that during the time my Mom was in the hospital, my sister took two full days off from work.  Two days in which she didn’t offer to help with the dogs.  Two days in which she most definitely did NOT go to the hospital.   (Which makes the comments on the photos about the dogs even worse, in my opinion.)

My Dad said that my sister took my Mom’s fall very hard.  I agree with that.  On Tuesday, I was a wreck… but, I also move quickly from, “okay, that’s the bad… this is the good…”  It’s survival.  I adapt, because you have to when you work on campaigns.  ”This has happened and it sucks and you can process it later, but these are the ramifications and this is what needs to be done, moving forward.”  It’s very much in my make up.  

He also asked me to potentially go up there to take care of my Mom on Saturday.  My sister is supposed to but is hedging on it, and if she hears that I’ve volunteered to go if she won’t (possibly)*.  It’ll be my “punishment” for not responding to her texts this past weekend.  Punishment because I don’t breathe easily up there, so it’s a struggle for me to go… but, I haven’t spent time with my Mom in a while and she wants to go to a Garage Sale and if we can maneuver it, there’s some kind of Folk Festival that actually sounds incredibly interesting.  I may tell my Dad not to bother my sister and that I’d like to take Mom, anyway.   I love my Mom and if she’s in a good mood, which she should be for the Garage Sale, I can handle that. 

I’ll just need to figure out when the landmines are being laid closer together and take her home and head home, myself.   Not engage in the arguments that will strike as she gets worn down.  

As for my Dad?  He validated that I had a point, where my sister and me were concerned.  That’s all I wanted.   

*Problem is, if I express any sort of happiness in doing this - just because I do want to spend time with Mom, my sister will jump at the chance to cut me off at the pass and look like the “better daughter”.  Maybe the way to play this is for my Dad to tell her I’d like to go, but if she still wants to, no worries, because I’ll go to the NRA Convention Protest with him.  The only thing worse, in her eyes, than me being happy spending time with our Mom is me being happy spending time with our Dad, because in her opinion, I do that far too often and I’m his favourite.  Two parents, two kids: one favourite for each.  I’m okay with that.   Otherwise, my Dad and my Mom can play it off as Donya can take the weekend to relax and enjoy with her family…  Do I have to manipulate my sister?  Unfortunately yes.  Do I like doing it.  No.  I do not.  

I wish, more than anything, that being a sister meant the same to her as it does to me.