So, it turns out my virus thingy was a virus and also strep throat - I've been in bed sleeping and croaking out a very few sounds all week. It's Friday now, so it really has been all week.
I've been reading up on current news sites and such and am just getting rather overwhelmed by how depressing the world is - gas is rising, rice is rising, so are clothes and cars...in the Middle East people are now saying the Iraqi PM is a worse dictator than Saddam and predicting that in another 30 years the US will move to overhaul their government...again...for like the 4th or 5th time in the past century. People are crying, children are dying, governments lying. And I'm sleeping in my cozy bed. Complaining cause I can't really breathe well - which is sort of important - and my thoat hurts - which is like a -3 on the relevant-to-the-world meter.
And most of all - I AM SO SICK OF THE PRESIDENTIAL PRIMARIES! Seriously! There has been enough media coverage ALREADY for the ENTIRE DAMN ELECTION! I don't want to see or hear another word about who or what or where or why. I'm only starting to hate the candidates even more! And this is really bumming me out cause I believe we need a change and that McCain is not the best option of the three to effect it. I'm not saying either Clinton or Obama are the right choice, but I truly believe either one would be better than McC. And I'm starting to not care anymore.
Which should show what a depressed state I am in, because I also believe that there are few things more important to me as an American than caring and doing what can be done in order to ensure a certain quality of life for my child, redeem ourselves in international eyes, affirm basic standards of living are applicable to all citizens - housing, health care, food, etc, and work to protect our environment and slow down global warming cause we're too late to stop it! We need someone who cares.
And right now that someone isn't me. Which makes me sad. Wait, I'm sad - does that mean I care?
Friday, April 25, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
If you know that I'm sick...
Then why did you call?
I'm at home, in bed, with a terrible head cold, virus thingy, that's making it nearly impossible to think or swallow, and only just slightly easier to breathe.
My phone rings, and I can see it's a relative, so I answer, barely audibly,"'Lo?"
And the conversation ensues - "Oh, so I hear your not feeling too well"
"Yeah, I can barely talk " (that came out as a very gravely and quite painful whisper)
"
Oh, that. Yeah, so...." - and they were just gettin started. The conversation went on for a while longer, with me trying to get out a grunt ot two as required
Why? If you know I can't talk, why do you call and try to drag the words out of me? Give me a few days and I'll get 'em out myself
I'm at home, in bed, with a terrible head cold, virus thingy, that's making it nearly impossible to think or swallow, and only just slightly easier to breathe.
My phone rings, and I can see it's a relative, so I answer, barely audibly,"'Lo?"
And the conversation ensues - "Oh, so I hear your not feeling too well"
"Yeah, I can barely talk " (that came out as a very gravely and quite painful whisper)
"
Oh, that. Yeah, so...." - and they were just gettin started. The conversation went on for a while longer, with me trying to get out a grunt ot two as required
Why? If you know I can't talk, why do you call and try to drag the words out of me? Give me a few days and I'll get 'em out myself
More of My Roommate's Food
So my roomie decided to cook again - brave decision after the lasagna expirement (scroll down for the pic). This time is was enchiladas....yes, some people thought her lasagna looked like enchiladas but seriously she decided to make enchiladas.
And at first she did really well - she made a TON, again, but decided to freeze some rather than cook a month's worth and then toss is all out. It was when the actual cooking started that there was a problem.
She came home somewhere about 6:30 or so and put the food in the oven.
I was out and about, and sometime around 11:30 I wandered in to the kitchen as I couldn't figure out what I was smelling - it smelled like bad brownies or something.
Nope, it was the enchiladas, still cooking away at about 450, five hours later.
So, I turned off the oven but was scared to take the smoldering dish out of the oven as I thought it might burst in to flames and burn the house down...if I left if in the oven it could burst in to flames and run out of oxygen....great logic, huh?
She didn't remember about the enchiladas for about 5 days - after turning off the oven I promptly forgot about them too.
When I remembered they were still there, waiting for someone to deal with it. I gave it to her - not my disaster - and rather than try to throw out the food and clean my dish, she just threw out everything with the promise to replace...
That was last week and two or three Target trips ago.
Right.
My one regret isn't telling her she could throw out the pan, it's that I didn't take a pic of it first. It was ridiciulous!
And at first she did really well - she made a TON, again, but decided to freeze some rather than cook a month's worth and then toss is all out. It was when the actual cooking started that there was a problem.
She came home somewhere about 6:30 or so and put the food in the oven.
I was out and about, and sometime around 11:30 I wandered in to the kitchen as I couldn't figure out what I was smelling - it smelled like bad brownies or something.
Nope, it was the enchiladas, still cooking away at about 450, five hours later.
So, I turned off the oven but was scared to take the smoldering dish out of the oven as I thought it might burst in to flames and burn the house down...if I left if in the oven it could burst in to flames and run out of oxygen....great logic, huh?
She didn't remember about the enchiladas for about 5 days - after turning off the oven I promptly forgot about them too.
When I remembered they were still there, waiting for someone to deal with it. I gave it to her - not my disaster - and rather than try to throw out the food and clean my dish, she just threw out everything with the promise to replace...
That was last week and two or three Target trips ago.
Right.
My one regret isn't telling her she could throw out the pan, it's that I didn't take a pic of it first. It was ridiciulous!
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