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Comcast internet news has the best headlines. Like the title of this post. The headlines are so good/bad that I never read the articles they entitle, because, really, the article couldn’t possibly be as good/bad as the headline, which tells me all I need to know. “Letterman Rips Into O’Reilly.” The visual from that is way better than what the article would say. But then there was that one time when the headline said, “Prince Dies in California Car Crash,” and I went all Purple Rainy because I love Prince, and isn’t that a damned shame . . . and I did have to read that article, and turns out it was the Prince of Tonga, which pissed me off but made me very happy at the same time. Wouldn’t you have thought “Prince,” “the artist?”

junior leopard

Anyhow, when I saw the headline about the spilled pig heads, and two tons of ’em, at that, it seemed to be a fitting headline for what’s been going on around here the last coupla weeks. First, there’s WTF Disease. I’m trying to write a post giving an update, a description, or some such thing but that’s not done yet. Let me just say that things aren’t going well. Yesterday I went to get the results of a biopsy — a TONGUE biopsy — that was done a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t. Get any results, that is. Because after the ENT doc stuck a NEEDLE IN MY TONGUE to numb it, then CUT OUT A CHUNK OF MY TONGUE to send it away somewhere so someone could do things to it, the someone did the wrong things to it, and did not at all answer the questions that my doc was asking. So. Still waiting for that. More than two weeks later.

But before I could go to get the non-results, an hour away from my home, I had to get my husband to come home to stay with my little girl, who was puking. The day before Halloween. And when he got home, and I went out to get in my car to go an hour away to get non-results, my battery was dead. So I took Jif’s car. Jif’s no-freakin’-gas-havin’ car. An hour away to a city where I don’t know about gas stations because I can barely find the doc’s office, but I have to just get there because with the puking and the battery and all, and with me not knowing at that time that I’m going there for NOTHING anyway, because the pathodoc didn’t do the right things to his piece of my tongue . . . um, yea, I would’ve been late. If I’d stopped for gas. So I didn’t. Until after the pointless appointment. Then I did find gas, but lost my gas card. For about twenty minutes. Then I found it under my tire. I have no idea.

pirate

And in the mail, I discovered that I’m a criminal. I must pay $75 or go directly to jail. Because I ran a redlight and got my picture taken. I don’t remember doing that. I didn’t intend to do that. But they have pictures. So what can I do? (Hmm, wonder if the prison docs are familiar with WTF?)

busted

And then there’s health insurance. I am extremely thankful to have health insurance. And I HATE it. A couple of weeks ago, they switched me from my “open access” plan to a “no access ever” plan. Without telling me. So I kept going to my docs, my tests, my scopes and procedures, and all the while, the insurance company was denying my claims. Do you know how hard it is to straighten out a mess like that? I have tens of thousands of dollars of medical bills being sent directly to me, and doctors’ “offices” mad at me for falsifying my insurance coverage . . . . yadda yadda yadda. I think it’s fixed, now. But it will be a long time of telling everyone to resubmit their bills. I’m so not in the mood for that. The insurance company cancelled my old cards and sent me new ones. I especially like this one. I have long needed to carry a card like this:

intentionally blank

I might not keep it in my wallet, though. I might glue it to my face, or staple it to the side of my head.

And then, LG, my little leopard being sick on Halloween. That shit just ain’t right. She missed school yesterday and today, including the big party and parade. But, in accordance with doctor’s orders, she did go trick-or-treating for a little while tonight. Honest, her pediatrician said, “Keep her home from school tomorrow, but give her some Motrin and send her out trick-or-treating. It’s only once a year, it won’t kill her.”

leopard face

So that was a treat, getting to see her in her fancy leopard costume. Thanks to our friend Easy Writer for once again sewing a masterpiece. Makeup is by Mama. I did do a little bit better job tonight than my first attempt (see the Flickr photos). Biscuit went out trick-or-treating, but he didn’t wear a costume. As you’ve seen, though, we did try a couple of looks on him. Even though neither LG nor I felt well today, we ALWAYS feel well enough to torture small furry animals.

And I did get one other treat. In the mail yesterday. My good friend, Katy, who comments here sometimes, and has known me since high school, sent me a shawl that she had knitted for me. A bling bling prayer shawl:

bling bling shawl

And I’m just in love with it. It makes me feel warm and loved and better. It joins another prayer shawl and a velvety blankie, sent by blogfriends to help me get through this WTF Disease. Although my symptoms are really kicking my ass the last few days, I am very thankful for shawls, blankies, books, cookies, cards, prayers, phone calls, emails, comments . . . all good medicine for WTF; indeed, the only medicine I’m taking for it, because “they” still don’t know WTF WTF is. Thank you for the medicine, friends.

See why Truck Spills Two Tons of Pig Heads seemed a fitting summation of current affairs at chez Fairchild?

My condolences to the royal family of Tonga.

file under: &Family &Can’t Make This Stuff Up &WTF Disease

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Trick or Treat!

halloween biscuit

I can already hear you PETA types, “Oh, poor thing has no eyeholes again!” Yea, yea, I know. He has an appointment coming up at the Dog Wash soon. Believe me, with the way my hands work these days, you don’t want me near his eyes with scissors. And frankly, a seeing-eye dog (that is, a dog with eyes that actually see) is low on my list of priorities this week. And besides, when he can see, he’s only looking for trouble.

I’ve had lots of tricks and very few treats so far this week. I’ll try to rant post more later. In the mean time, I hope your Halloween is sweet.

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squirl's road
Photo by Squirl

Sunday Post ~ “It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end.” — Ursula K. LeGuin

Psalm 143:10-11

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Met with a graduate student that I’m supervising. I have always had regard for my students ranging from love to respectful acceptance. This one, I may have to smack. A priest from India, getting a counseling doctorate. In our supervision session, he presents a marital therapy case in which the problem, as he sees it, after interviewing the couple extensively, is that the wife yells at the husband and does not treat him with respect. He goes on rather passionately about how the problem is that this woman does not respect her husband! This is not good, of course.

But upon listening to the tape recording of the counseling sessions, it would seem to me that the “problem” is actually that the husband has a girlfriend on whom he spends an awful lot of time and money. Hmm, wonder if this could account for some of the wife’s yelling?

Respect, my ass.

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morning glories

Sunday Post ~ a theme: Failure and Forgiveness

“You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing that we call ‘failure’ is not the falling down, but the staying down.” — Mary Pickford

“. . . you have as many clean slates as you want with me.” — an email from a forgiving friend

“Forgiveness is the final form of love.” — Reinhold Niebuhr

Matthew 18:21-22
Hebrews 8:12
Psalm 103:8-12

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The weather is definitely changing here, and the nip in the air has me assessing my bedtime attire for its warmth and snuggliness. It also reminds me of a story from this time last year, when I went to update my intimate wardrobe at a local lingerie store. Not the one with “Secretions” in the name, but a nice small, non-mall store. I really only wanted to get a couple of black bras and a couple of white bras. That’s all. Really.

But the cashier/saleswoman had other plans for everyone in the store that day. While I was making my selections, I became aware of big goings-on around the register. I heard the cashier, a voluptuous African-American woman with a voice that bounced as much as the rest of her, alternately cheering and scolding the other customers.

“Oh no you are NOT buying that bra without some panties to match! It is a SIN to wear a bra like this with your raggedy-ass panties!”

“You got pajama bottoms here . . . where’s the TOP? Don’t tell me you already have a top to match! What do you have, some ol’ stained T-shirt?! You better GIT your butt over there and get you a CAMISOLE to match these pants!”

I had to stop moving the little hangers on the little racks and just watch her work. She cracked me up. Interestingly, the customers loved her or hated her. Some people in line actually dropped their selections on the counter or the nearest table, and walked out, grumbling, offended. Some of them got into the lingerie carnival atmosphere and started trying to choose things that would meet with the cashier’s approval, or asking her advice, or trading quips with her. I was among the carnival crowd.

I thought since I was buying only black and white, I could get away with just bras. I also picked up a pretty flannel nightgown, because I love me some flannel in the winter.

The cashier, whose nametag told me she was “Antoinette,” wasn’t “having none of THAT MESS!”

“But I HAVE black panties and white panties at home, I promise I do! I’ll MATCH!”

“Are you married?!” she demanded.

“Yes,” I confided, timidly.

“Is your DAMN FURNACE broken? Is your man in a COMA?”

By this time I could translate: put the flannel nightgown back and come back with something sexy. As I walked back to the nighty area, she called to me, “I see you in something LEOPARD! And you KNOW you better get some new panties to match your new bras!”

I obeyed. At least about the new panties. And I came back with some nice, silky jammies and a camisole. And because I just thought she was such a hoot, I picked up a pair of sheer black panties with embroidered ivory flowers, and a bra that matched. Very pretty. Sure enough, Antoinette approved.

“Now THAT’S what I’m talking about, LOOK AT THIS, ladies!” She waved my undies in the air as an example to the other shoppers. “When you put these on tonight, and your husband wants to call and thank somebody, you tell him to ask for ‘Toin!”

I told him. And he said Toin was right about the leopard. Maybe next time.

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chocolate!

Sunday Post ~ a theme: Temptation (talk amongst yourselves)

“Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.” — William Butler Yeats

“We usually know what we can do, but temptation shows us who we are.” — Thomas Kempis

“No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.” — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

“We gain the strength of the temptations we resist.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

“What makes resisting temptation difficult for many people is they don’t want to discourage it completely.” — Franklin R. Jones

“The biggest human temptation is to settle for too little.” — Thomas Merton

“Naughty can be nice.” — inside the wrapper from the piece of candy I ate right after I took the photo

Hmm, to listen to great thinkers, or a foil candy wrapper . . .

Matthew 25:41
1 Corinthians 10:12-13
Hebrews 4:15-16

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