senoritafish: (cfo no clue)
Me: (raising an eyebrow) You're playing Othello against a cotton candy eating Tyrannosaurus named Marvin?

Him: Yup. And losing. Badly.
senoritafish: (neil finn)
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I do not judge (that'd be pretty shallow if you did, wouldn't it?), although sometimes I wonder. I remember an LJ friend (one who seems to have disappeared) posting something about wanting a recommendation for a very small mp3 player, because they only listened to seven or eight songs. Hmm? I'd go nuts listening to that narrow a range.

Don't shoot me, but I once was a fan of Barry Manilow. My best friend Beth (a rabid Barry Manilow fan at the time) decided to share our first apartment together; the first time either of us had lived on our own. We got along for the most part. It was a one bedroom furnished apartment; all the appliances, counters and the furniture in the living room was that 70's avocado green, and there was a fake fireplace you turned on with a switch.

Of course, we both brought our music collections with us. I'm sure I had stuff she didn't care for. However, she picked a particular Barry Manilow album - I think it was a live concert - and played it (I want to say every day, but that's probably exaggerating) at least several times a week during the whole time we lived together. Quite frankly, I could live without ever hearing Copa Cabana ever again. But we both liked Billy Joel, so The Nylon Curtain and An Innocent Man got played a lot. We often look at each other and head to Naugles at 1 am, because we were both craving a shake (her caramel, me blueberry - yummy but the blueberries would get stuck in your straw).

The neighborhood wasn't all that great and Beth's car got broken into twice (I didn't own one at the time) - once they stole all her tapes and then the car stereo, which wasn't even all that good. Her brother lived with us for a while after he got divorced. Then a few months later, I decided to transfer to Humboldt State, he was on the remarriage track and then Beth lost her job under very unfair conditions. She decided to move back to the Inland Empire, where she still lives, and I went off to college at the far end of the state.

That was all more than 30 years ago. These days I'm more Billy Joe Armstrong than Billy Joel (although I still like him) and I never recovered from the Barry Manilow burn-out; Crowded House and other artists replaced him shortly after. However, Beth is still one of my best friends - pretty much the sister I never had.

As far as romantic partners, [ profile] runsamuck likes old-school metal; Metallica, Black Sabbath, etc. and the Blues. I like the blues and admit to a growing taste for symphonic metal (mostly instrumental), but in the house, he prefers to just leave the television on and doesn't actually listen to much music; he even uses his iPod Nano more for gaming than music. I supposed it's a mixed blessing - I get to keep my hearing, but the TV is always on, which sometimes drives me nuts.
senoritafish: (Ignore me!!!)

  • From John, on seeing The Birds listed on the Channel Guide: "Birds, my ass. Where are all the kids with pellet guns?" (he grew up in quite a different neighborhood than I did).

  • When I enter "Bread, 12 grain" in the food search at, how on earth does "Wendy's small frosty (12 oz.)" turn up in the list?

  • Our minivan came with a bunch of rarely used whistles and bells (we weren't really looking for them, we just got a good deal on the vehicle). It shames me to say that I still need to get out the manual to figure out all the buttons on the dash panel; I just haven't taken the time to do it yet. One feature is that occasionally I'll get in the passenger seat and, a few miles down the road, think "Why is my butt getting so hot?" Then I'll look over and see John sitting there snickering under his breath, having turned the seat warmer up to full before I got in. I usually forget we have them.

  • I think my brain is full and would like to empty something out, please. Even though we've been in this office almost 10 years, I cannot remember the zip code here,and have to look it up almost every time. I can still remember our old office's zip code quite easily, though.


Nov. 12th, 2009 04:05 pm
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Home from work today, as Gareth's been sick all week, with [ profile] runsamuck following suit shortly after. Gareth started feeling poorly on Saturday, then on Sunday he had a temperature of 103.4°F. We kept pushing the fluids and ibuprofen, and made him take a tepid shower to cool down. It started coming down later that evening, enough that after he was asleep, John and I went up to Dismalland for about an hour for my birthday. The fever was mostly gone the next day, except for about a degree higher in the evening, but he was still pretty miserable with the cough and aches that remained. We kept him home Monday and Tuesday, Wednesday was a holiday, and we were going to try going back today, but he's still a bit out of it. I figured he was going to need a doctor's note to go back to school anyway, so I took him to get checked out today. After examining him, and listening to his symptoms, the doctor told he probably did have H1N1, but he was on the tail end of it - a lot of kids are getting it but don't seem affected too severely. He still has quite a bit of lung congestion and coughing, and started getting a runny nose today, so he told him to take tomorrow off, too. While that seems to be a free week off school, he's probably going to have a lot of homework to make up on the weekend.

[ profile] runsamuck has it now too, . Dammit, I really wanted him to get a vaccination, but he didn't ask his doctor about it last time he went in. When I called to make Gareth's appointment, I unintentially got that medical office's H1N1 update, which said they'd ordered 2500 vaccinations, but only received 100 so far. Those were given to high risk patients and are all gone already. He can't get one now being ill. So if that's what he has, should he bother now? Apparently, they're not testing for it, they're just assuming everthing is. Anyway, John's weird - he always acts like he has a fever - constant alternating chills/burning up - but he only rarely has a temperature. And every time he's sick he starts having nightmares.

Angus is ok; Avalon has the sniffles but no fever, she might be staying home tomorrow, too. As for myself, I had a bit of a tickly throat and dry cough earlier in the week (I didn't really feel sick, but I did try to be careful to wash hands often and smother any coughs on a closed mouth), but it seems to have gone now. I dunno, can one virus affect everyone in different ways like this? If you've had one, but you don't know for sure which one it was, should you still get the other or both?

I asked Dad to check with his doctor before he catches something - has he yet? No. Gonna have to keep bugging him.

Somewhat related - Ran across this blog post today; silly person is trying to blame his athlete's foot on getting a flu vaccine. Idiot.
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I guess I never posted about this here at LJ. We had a bit of a scare on the last day of September. I got up at 4:30 am as I had dock sampling that morning and [ profile] runsamuck sat up at the same time and said he felt like someone was trying to shove a fist through the right side of his chest. He also felt an extremely strong sense of forboding. That sounded ominous to me, so I looked up heart attack symptoms and, sure enough he had a few more, as well. He was very uncomfortable, and I decided not to take chances and called a co-worker to fill in for me, and we headed for the emergency room. The doctor thought he was ok, but wasn't 100% sure and ordered an overnight stay in the hospital and a stress test in the morning. As it turned out, they said he has the heart of a 30-year-old - but his lungs are about 50 years older (which we already knew - that's the usually reason for an emergency room visits).

I took the kids by for a visit as he was stressing out just being in the hospital.

HB Hospital
Huntington Beach CA
Canon EOS 1000D
30 September 2009

other details... )
senoritafish: (Isane Faye-Faye)

Bowtie for woodworkers
Huntington Beach CA
Canon EOS 1000D
10 July 2009

Maybe [ profile] runsamuck should start selling them...
senoritafish: (Jet - Power)

[ profile] runsamuck volunteered (or was volunteered, I was never quite clear on that) to fix up Avalon's teacher's backpack bin/rack over the kid's spring break. He tightened all the loose joints, gave it a new coat of paint - which his friend who works at a hardware store donated - and installed all new hooks and handles on it. Avalon is doing her "pretend I'm a kittly - meow" pose. For some reason, the kids can't bring their backpacks into the classroom (takes up too much room, maybe), so all the teachers have either boards with hooks installed, sets of plastic bins, or these sorts of things.

He's told me between this and sanding all those damn horseshoes for 49'er Day, he thinks he's done his volunteerism for the year.

Backpack bin
Huntington Beach CA
Canon EOS 1000D
11 April 2009
senoritafish: (Heart fish)

On Easter, we took the grandparents out for brunch: John's mom and grandma (the kids call her GGma for greatgrandma), and my dad. He has kind of tense relationship with these two women, however, he said today it was nice actually talking with his grandmother one on one, without being interuppted (the kids and my father being at the other end of the table). It still trips me out a bit that John is only a year younger than me, but his grandmother and my father are only a couple of years apart themselves.

Hof's Hut patio
Long Beach CA
Canon EOS 1000D
12 April 2009

cake! )
senoritafish: (holiday jubjub)

Finally getting a tree. This is not late - [ profile] runsamuck actually prefers to get them on Xmas Eve - sometimes you can get one for free!

Home Depot
Huntington Beach CA
Sharp VE-CG30
22 December 2008
senoritafish: (perfect TV mom)

Where candy corn comes from?

California Adventure
Dismalland, Anaheim CA
Sharp VE-CG30
28 September 2008

Requisite Family shot... )
senoritafish: (dreams on a 'chovie can)
Yesterday was our 13th anniversary. Given the year we've been having, that's probably appropriate. Anyhow, it was pretty low key, given that we are broke until payday. The last thing I bought was my bus pass and while I was at the grocery store getting it, my gaze fell upon these silly little figures with a tillandsia glued on the side in the plant section. The figure I spied was a pair of blue rainforest frogs, and they struck me as looking like a fat, middle-aged couple, leaning on each other and holding each other up. Perfect. A whole $4. I've never given John a plant before; although he's been know to give his mother a cactus for gifting occasions ("Because you're prickly, and you're a thorn in my side!"). I didn't give it to him until this morning, because he confessed to not having gotten me anything either, and didn't want me to. However, the little plant was getting squished in my purse, so I gave it to him anyway, and it made him laugh.

I wasn't really expecting anything, but actually, I was kind of wondering if he'd gotten me a camera or something. My great aunt's estate sent me $800 last month, apparently the last bit left after all the taxes and all had been paid, and I told John we needed to put it aside and not spend it, so we could put it toward the trip he wants to take later this summer. It seems to be gone already, and I have no clue where it went. I know I havn't really made any big purchases, and neither has he, that I know of. And I'm quite sure we didn't spring for pizza that often. I mentioned this to VT on our walk at lunch and she offered to send me a spreadsheet she uses for a family budget - not that they always stick to it but it helps. Something we should have started a long time ago, I know - I'll try to put it to use.

Anyway, when I got home, the house was empty, except for Dad, who said "Happy Anniversary!" and explained that he'd sprung for Chinese take-out. When John got back with our regular orders, he laughed and told me the woman at the counter is always happy to see us and remarks on how the kids have grown, but her husband in the kitchen gets cranky, because he knows he's gonna have to cook something; most of their customers just seem to order off the steam table - but I like to order something off the menu, usually mu shu. So she yells into the kitchen and he yells back. We don't know Chinese, but it sure sounds like he's swearing.

So, thirteen years. Where has the time gone?
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Rock tumbler experiment - [ profile] runsamuck got us a family present (read, one he can play around with himself) These are just rocks and pebbles found lying around the yard. We're trying to get them shiny and polished - so far they're nice and smooth, but just getting smaller and smaller. A few are really sparkly, though.
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When I finally got home, [ profile] runsamuck was sick and depressed, and asked me to go get him some comfort food. And make him Kraft mac & cheese...
senoritafish: (multitasking (doing the dishes))

Lest you think [ profile] runsamuck only makes/eats junk food...
senoritafish: (Ignore me!!!)
runsamuck goes to White Castle...

...well, not really; they're frozen from the grocery store, but they bring back memories of his Michigan childhood. He'd eat a whole box by himself if we didn't make him share.

(btw, has anyone tried the new editing at Flickr; some of it is really handy)
this is what this looked like originally... )
senoritafish: (Jet- papa)

[ profile] runsamuck shows Gareth how to make flowers out of vegetables - radishes, tomatos and Brussel sprouts.

Finished products )
senoritafish: (Not Again...)
Good grief. If it's not one damn thing it's another. The school year starts and of course, the kids start bringing home all the virulent viruses, so one of us gets sick after another. I had to take time off last week because John was sick, then on Monday he stepped in a hole while walking the kids home from school, and sprained his ankle. At least, we hope it's just sprained. I stayed home Tuesday to make sure he went to the doctor - and he really couldn't drive anyway because it's his right foot - and get an x-ray, as well as drop off and pick up the kids from school, and run to the store to pick up whatever he happens to be craving at the moment. Although we could only get an appointment with the physician's assistant because the doctor was completely booked up, the doctor did look in during John's appointment and prescribe the x-ray because he thought the amount of bruising might indicate a torn tendon or a fracture. However, he didn't prescribe any kind of brace, just an ACE bandage. The last time I badly sprained my ankle, I got yelled at for waiting so long to come in, had a brace and was on crutches for a week.

We're supposed to hear back about the x-ray today. In addition to being very dark purple under his ankle bone, I think the swelling on the top of his foot has gotten worse, and he's getting more bruising showing up around his toes and the top of his ankle. He was moaning last night about "No! I won't go under the knife!" and I told him if it's necessary, he'll do it if I have to take a 2x4 to the side his head. Although he amended that with "Now that's love, when someone makes you do something that needs to be done." Sometimes I think he says stuff like that just to get a rise out me.

Anyway, this week I've been having to come in late because of getting the kids to school, then leave to pick them up when they're done. So probably less than half day some days. I feel really lucky I work in a place that allows me to do this - plus my boss has kids, so he understands dealing with them. However, I can't help remembering a previous boss, after some very bad asthma attacks, telling me "If this is a regular occurrence, you're going to have to find some kind of alternative child care." She also called me to come in at noon when I was really sick once. I keep thinking that's going to happen here, too, and it makes John think I'm neglecting him when I say I need to go back to work after I pick the kids up from school. I know he can't walk, but Dad is there, too. I know he's more of a frustration than a help sometimes, but at least another adult is there.

On another note, re: John's health, the last time he was having digestive problems, I did some searching regarding his symptoms, i.e. bloating, gas, sulfurous belching, malaise, recurring general crappiness, and the only thing that came up - especially for the burping - was giardia! While I know giardia is pretty widespread and inhabits just about every stream, I'm not sure where he could have come across it. We haven't been camping and we live in a city with treated water. So, ??? Still think he sould be tested for it. And of course I forgot to take that little sheet along when he went in, so now he won't ask about it until next time he goes in.

Update (finally!): As of today, the final word on the x-ray is extensive soft tissue damage. It is still very swollen and puffy and he has discoloration on the other side of his ankle and his lower calf as well. I'm going to look into getting one of those inflatable Velcro splints when I get off work, so at least his ankle has more support when he trieswalks.
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L's pics 008

[ profile] runsamuck helped Gareth put together this airplane. Or is it a boat?
senoritafish: (Jet - red)
While I was making dinner last night, Angus decided that, in the middle of his regular galumphing back and forth in the living room, it would be a good idea to stand on the glass coffee table in the living room to get a better look at the portait of his grandmother hanging over the fireplace, never mind that there are better, unbreakable things to stand on, such as the solid sandstone front of the fireplace.  As a matter of fact, I don't think he just stood on it; what I heard from the kitchen was thumpity-thumpity-thumpity-thump,  thumpity-thumpity-thumpity-thump, thumpity-thumpity-thumpity-CRASH-thumpity, by which time I thumping out into the living room myself, to see the largest section of the coffee table shattered, and Angus hopping around the other side of the room on one foot, holding the toes of his other foot and looking anxious. So he may have jumped on it, but that's a bit out of character for him; he does not, as a rule, jump very often.

I hustled him into the bathroom clean his foot off and see how bad the damage was; apart from an initial exclamation of "Is it squirting?!" he seemed to take it pretty well. Gareth was more upset than he was. The cuts were bleeding pretty badly and I couldn't see how deep they were; when I called John (at the neighbors) we thought we should go to the emergency room, just in case. Of course they stopped bleeding by the time we got there, and by the time we got in, an hour later, I could tell the intern was internally snickering as he again cleaned off Angus's foot. He got a total of a band-aid on his toe and a note excusing him from PE for the rest of the week. Didn't need a tetanus shot because his immunizations are all up to date. I felt pretty silly, but the nurse told me better safe than sorry.

John is again being short with me, possibly because after dropping my insurance card on the floor for fourth time I shoved it at him as I jumped up to check on Angus in the restroom; he had forgotten to latch the door and two people walked in on him. Since this occurred just before dinner, John was hungry, and went across the street to the gas station to get something to eat. He came back with a giant cookie and although there were signs all over the waiting room about "NO FOOD OR DRINK" began shoving pieces of cookie at us. I was not hungry and when I mentioned the signs, he said "Eff that!" and continued. It wasn't a very good cookie and and I guess I handed him the pieces at the same time as the insurance card, rather abruptly. While we waiting for our paperwork, I mentioned something that maybe I have overreacted and we might not have needed to come, and he grunted, "Yeah, you did." What? I called him to ask if we needed to go - he could have said "no, we don't need to" at any time - Angus was bandaged up and in the car within about five minutes of him coming home. Last time, I got in trouble for not thinking it was serious enough - now I am for being not being able to tell how deep they were when bleeding all over the place?

When we got home, Dad had almost let the soup burn - it's all solidified now, like when you open a can of split pea soup and have to add water to it. He had also begun picking up the broken glass as we left, but as it turned out only picked up the largest pieces. John had to finish and vacuum the floor, so that didn't make him any happier.
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Angus's Pictures 103

My dad does most of the grocery shopping, but forgets that there are some things we have plenty of. [ profile] runsamuck left another list next to his posted shopping list. The last item is my dad's response.


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