A Whole Lotta Bupkis

My caffeine addiction is out of control again. I’m not really drinking all that much coffee, but I HAVE to have it. So it looks like it’s time I had another surgery. The narcotics make caffeine withdrawal so much easier.

Both my big toes have ingrown toenails. I’ve had two ingrown toenails removed in the past. One time I totally screwed up the medication in the middle of the night. I doubled my Vicodin and skipped my antibiotic. Taylor was in kindergarten at the time. I knew I was too loopy to drive him to school, but when I told him he would have to ride with the neighbor down the street he started crying. I was in no position to reason with him or myself, so I said, “Okay.” And like a major idiot, I strapped my small children into the car and drove Taylor to school, thankfully without incident.

All that is to say I think maybe I’ll call the podiatrist and see if the doctor here is as good about prescribing pain medication as the last guy. Because, you know, I need to get off caffeine.

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Did you see where Swedish scientists have isolated the male bonding gene? This is what the on-line article I read said:

MONDAY, Sept. 1 (HealthDay News) — Whether a man has one type of gene versus another could help decide whether he’s good “husband material,” a new study suggests.

What I want to know is, how is this helpful? If you’re a single woman in the dating field do you ask your date for a DNA sample for genetic testing?

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The season premier of Desperate Housewives is in just a few weeks! Hello, Guilty Pleasure!

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A little over a year ago I was complaining about being too much woman because my ovaries would not die. Now I’ve decided I’m too much man. I’m going to have to call my favorite tattooist and laser hair remover person for another go at my underarms. I’m not looking forward to having that done again (because I don’t get pharmaceuticals there), but I AM looking forward for another excuse to go into Philadelphia.

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This week is getting very warm and humid. Not a good combination. The mosquitoes seem to like it, though. And while “hate” is a strong word that I don’t like to use very often, I hate mosquitoes. With an unrelenting passion.

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Sookie doesn’t like school. No, silly. She’s not going to school. The kids are and that makes her sad. She watches them walk up the street to the bus stop and whines. Then she plops down and sighs loudly – her version of the flounce and pout.

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I’m off to Starbuck’s to meet Cristie. I’ve been practicing ordering a Grande Skinny Mocha Latte instead of my usual. Any other time I’ve thought about ordering something else I end up zoning once I step up to the counter and say, “Venti White Chocolate Mocha with whip” just like a robot. Not today, though. Grande Skinny Mocha Latte. Grande Skinny Mocha Latte. Grande Skinny Mocha Latte.

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There’s probably a bajillion other mundane things to tell you, but I don’t want to get the Grande Skinny Mocha Latte out of my head.

0 thoughts on “A Whole Lotta Bupkis

  1. I think Colorado Writer is trying to mess up your memorization. I rarely go to starbucks because I don’t know what to order! It’s really stressful, because everyone rattles off their order from memory and I’m all, “What’s Venti mean?” I’m a dork. Which is probably fine since I like black Folgers anyhow. Preferably when administered via IV drip.

  2. I agree with travis. Don’tcha mean: double tall non-fat sugar free hazelnut latte w/o 1/2 the syrup? I know…Don’t mock me, please. Okay…a little mocking is allowed. Poor flounce and pouting Sookie. Our hounds are not quite aware that this going-of-the-kids is a daily occurence, since today is the first day.Sorry about the mosquitos. Boo Hiss.

  3. Have you had a skinny mocha before? Because the one time I ordered one, I thought it tasted terrible. Now I feel like a bad friend. Maybe I’m remembering it wrong. Maybe it was even better than the regular one.I did not hear about the male gene thing. I wonder if women will start asking about that. Interesting!

  4. Well, honey, that addiction is WAAAAY better than some you could mention! And since you only have to have some, not a lot, what’s yer worry?? It’s a small guilty pleasure!!Poor Sookie! I understand her distress. When I leave, even if it is to go outside and work in the yard for a while, my “kids” sit and whine or yip-yip shrilly for several minutes. As for the body hair …. Quit worrying about it. a few more years and you will loose it where you don’t want it and gain it where it has absolutely no business being!! If you continue to stress over it, your laser-removal person is gonna be rich!! Jus’ sayin’!! 😀

  5. ohh, never too much caffeine! Funny about your toes, i mean, not for you, but i bet it hurts. i had one of those once and i dug it out–not the best choice. i say use some of the pharma. for the laser work–who would know?

  6. Ouch on the ingrown toenails. NOT fun. Don’t worry about the caffeine thing. There are definitely worse things you could do. Tuesday I had such a headache only to realize that I drank decaf (!) instead of regular. So wrong. I need my coffee.

  7. Oh man, that thing about the gene has me scared to death. I think R. may have it in a big way!! haha!!Imagine breaking the ice on the first date with, “If you could just open your mouth a little wider, I could swab you real quick before our appetizers get here…”

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