"whoa someone's having a Super Bowl party tomorrow, huh!?!"***
i went in for a couple of snacks for tomorrow and some diet soda for gigglemom
i came out with about 15 grocery bags filled with stuff (hey, i also bought fruit. i got strawberries, bananas, pineapple, green grapes and... oh... gummy strawberries.)
i just ate half of the duffel bag sized package of Pizza Rolls
tomorrow ain't gonna be pretty, folks. it's going to be filled with tostidos, salsa, salsa con queso, ruffles potato chips, helluvagood onion dip, helluvagood ranch dip, pierogies, the aforementioned pizza rolls and i'll be chasing it all down with water.
hey. at least i won't be downing a 12 pack of coors light with everything.
welcome to my superbowl commercial re-cap! i'll be posting the list and details to all of the commercials throughout the course of the game (basically, from national anthem/coin toss thru final whistle.) it's gonna be a long post!
POST - GAME COMMERCIAL ANALYSIS - the GIGGLECHICK TOP 3:
1. Bridgestone Tires - Screaming Animals!!
2. Budweiser - Hank the Clydesdale in training
3. Tide to Go - Silence the Stain and CareerBuilder's "Follow your heart" (yeah it's a tie)
those are my picks... nothing else stood out to me at all really... nothing that made me guffaw (except the squirrel)
It's Super Duper Tsunami Tuesday!! I can hardly sleep!!! Okay, i actually have been napping most of the day (stupid cold has knocked me out... either that or i've caught a case of congestive heart failure from gigglemom --- joking.)
Just watched Hillary on Letterman. She did really really well!!
(Sheryl Crow is singing now... ooooo i like this song. gotta check out the new album i guess)
anywhoooooo... don't forget to vote tomorrow (in states where applicable)
*** thanks to all of you for the comments about the last post. you guys are awesome!
**** and a congrats to Craig Ferguson on getting his American citizenship the other day!!
it would've been 2 in this household, but gigglemom is too sick to go vote (i tried. i was about to pull a "weekend at bernie's" type of thing by dragging her to the polling place to click the button for HC... alas, I didn't have the strength... i needed jonathan silverman to help me.]
anyway... the Hillary signs are out and about on the sides of the road --- which is good.
Now, i'm not saying you shouldn't vote for Barack. He seems like a swell egg. If he winds up being *gasp* the nominee, i'll back him.
But for today, I am woman, voting for Hillary, hear me roar.
so gigglemom is still feeling like hell and is basically a walking coma (in my opinion)
okay... strike that, she really doesn't walk. she's shuffled to the kitchen a couple of times to hold a cigarette (which she has had one or two puffs on --- i'm the one smoking it secondhand moreso than her at this point)
i've given her till 10am and then i said i am hauling her to the hospital.
UPDATE 1:26PM: didn't go to the hospital. she "wants to see how she feels" --- will give her another day... maybe.
gigglemom is in the bathroom with diarrhea and is throwing up at the same time.
she will kill me if i call 911 for an ambulance... yet, she won't let me take her to the hospital
so i said "i just want to take you to at least get checked out."
she replied "erin i can't handle this [you nagging me about the hospital] right now"
to which i replied "well, i can't handle THIS"
yeah. i am not trying to make it sound cruel - it probably came out sounding like it was, but, i just had to walk her into the bathroom because she can barely get up or move by herself - her legs are shaking and weak, change her underpants, bring her oxygen, give her a trashbag to puke into, pray that diarrhea wouldn't get on the floor, hear her gutteral moans of pain and wait.
basically i meant that the hospital would be able to do a better job than i am doing.
now she wants to lay down and sleep. i really need to get her to go to the fucking hospital.
she's pissed off at me that i would even bring the hospital up right now.
gee. silly me for thinking that for the past week and a half she's been sick as hell
and in checking out symptoms, there seems to be "diarrhea" listed under some of the congestive heart failure symptoms.
the ambulance got here at about 5:30pm. 3 minutes later, gigglemom was being hauled to the hospital.
i called my dad and stepmother and told them that she was headed over there (i was in my car following) --- just wanted to let them know what was going on. Karen (stepmom) asked if i wanted them to come over there. i said no, because it'd just be a waiting game for hours.
so i get there (oh. did i mention that the cop and the 2 EMT fellas were cute as hell? no? yeah. well. they were. no red hair though.)
tests, poop, catheter, blood sugar tests, --- don't mind me. very tired at the moment (i haven't eaten yet, but i have some frozen white castle sliders with my name on 'em in the freezer) very tired and giving somewhat of a cliff note version.
Chest X-Ray and then EKG test ... between the chest x-ray and the EKG, Karen and my Dad came to the hospital and hung out with us in the ER ---- which was so great of them. My dad hates hospitals, so it was really awesome that they came. Didn't have to be done but it was really nice.
More blood tests and blood cultures.
Gigglemom was admitted... for exacerbation of the COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disease) and also gastroenteritis (hence the *blaaarrrggh* diarrhea diarrhea *pffft* *pfffft*)
i sent dad and karen home around 10:15pm. it was late and they'd been there for a couple of hours.
but while we were waiting for a room to open up, her blood pressure dropped to like 76/38 --- yeah EXACTLY what i said... NOT GOOD.
so they tilted her head down - feet higher... and after an hour got it up to 91/47
but they ran blood cultures to see if her bowels or whatever else have an infection. in the meantime they gave her an antibiotic drip
oh and her cumadin (spelled totally wrong. it's a blood thinner that has to be monitored a LOT... ) her coumadin (yeah still spelled wrong) levels were sky high according to the test and so they had to giver her Vitamin K (isn't that a rapper or something?)
anyway... got a room.
she's in the Cardiac Observation ward with her own private room. sounds swanky, but, it's basically because she's got some sort of "STOP! wear protective gear before entering" sign...
which, as it turns out means "wash your hands before and after entering the room" according to the nurse.
basically because they are still waiting for the results of the cultures to see if she's got an infection coursing through her blood.
so, but 1:25am she was settled in the room and they were hooking her up to the Bi-pap machine (she's got sleep apnea)
visiting hours start at 9am... i am going to get some sleep and then run some errands, make the family phone calls and then head over probably at noon-ish
THANK YOU GUYS for the comments and all the good thoughts and prayers and all that good stuff!!!!
it's probably for the best that she's in the hospital.... if only for the reason that she would frigging KILL ME with her bare gastroenteritis riddled hands if she knew i posted about the poop episodes.
speaking of poop... i've got to go microwave those white castle cheeseburgers.
so... gigglemom is still in the hospital. i was hoping that they would send her to a rehab for a little while (not because i am heartless, just because i think that she needs to have exercise and some care and all that ------ okay, yeah... and MAYBE a tiny bit so i can have a brief break and focus on work so i don't lose any clients.)
in 2005, they sent her to a rehab after she was in the hospital for low blood oxygen levels.
but, they took the catheter out (OOOOW!) and have her eating solid food and stuff and she seems a little better. my gut feeling is that they are going to ship her home soon.
so... while she is still out of the house, i will post the BULLHOCKEY that happened in the ER on friday night.... i am probably calling the patient advocate tomorrow...
hey there - so, let's see... what's up with the GM today:
well, there was talk from the doctors that they are sending her home in the next day or two.
this isn't good.
technically, it's "good" that she's not horribly horribly sick (well, not more than normal)
but... it's not good because i want her to go into rehab for a little while and get stronger... not to mention i need time to get the house to rights before she comes home (it's not the most organized place.)
so, when she told me this, i freaked out a little more in my head.
but... what i did was call the hospital.
i spoke with Social Services and asked about how she could get into a rehab. they said that i would need to speak with her doctor.
okay. so i called her doctor, who was with a patient, but she called me back about 20 minutes later.
she said that gigglemom was getting better (than she was on friday) and that they would probably discharge her in the next day or so.
i wound up explaining to her that i work during the day and that since we live in a 2 story condo, it's difficult to get her to the bathroom upstairs for the shower and also that i moved her bed to the living room 2 years ago, but she needs to get stronger and how could we get her into a rehab.
so the doctor said that the physical therapist was going to meet with gigglemom this afternoon to evaluate her. and she said that if the PT found that she wasn't totally sturdy on her feet, that they would probably recommend the rehab.
okay. so a little later, my mom called to tell me that the PT had been there and that she said that GM could probably use rehab but the PT needed to converse with GM's doctor.
i am glad i called the doctor so that she knows that it's not really the best place for gigglemom at the moment. that she needs to get stronger.
SO... i am just praying and crossing my fingers that they say that she is going to a rehab center.
so they put me in touch with the manager of the ER. I wound up chatting with her, explaining (calmly) exactly what transpired that night. and the manager was horrified. totally apologized to me about it and then sent a patient advocate up to talk to my mother.
i know that they sent a PA up to talk to her because she then called me afterward all pissed off at me for calling there.
she then became MORE pissed off when i told her i had a chat with her doctor earlier.
whatever. at this point, i need to do this.
she's not fighting me about going to the rehab but she really doesn't want to go. she says "it's going to be more of a hassle to you if i go in there"
um... no. it won't.
i will be overhauling the house if she does. also focusing on frigging WORK.
i'd gone over to see her later this afternoon, the dietician came in to speak with her to tell her what the restrictions and stuff were for people diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes.
yes. gigglemom was diagnosed today with diabetes. yay. yay. farking yay.
actually her blood sugar level was at 136 - which isn't totally horrible. they sayyyyyyyyyyy that at least under 110 is good. so right now we're going to try to control it with diet. (coincidentally enough, the other day i'd bought The Diabetes Diet book )
so she's got to count carbs (allowed 15 carbs per day) -- will get into this more in depth another time.
so, it should be a decent diet for me to do as well (since i am potato girl)
just got home a little while ago from my aunt & uncle's house. aunt toni called me at 4:45pm and asked me to dinner. when i came home i tackled 1/10 of the kitchen and cleaned.
i'm resting for a few minutes - then it's back to putting my house on a diet and throwing crap out.
REHAB FOR ME, REHAB FOR GIGGLEMOM, REHAB FOR THE HOUSE
REHAB FOR ME, REHAB FOR GIGGLEMOM, REHAB FOR THE HOUSE
just spoke with gigglemom.
she had the physical therapy again today. again, her blood oxygen levels dropped dramatically when she would try to do the lightest of exercise.
i spoke with her on the phone - she was like "i can't believe how out of shape i am. this is horrible"
but i assured her that this is good that she's in the rehab and that she's going to get stronger.
and she agreed that it will be a good jumpstart for her.
i'm not going to go see her today because of my cold. i can't chance getting her sick. i feel bad because it's valentine's day and all. but she told me that it's fine (no trace of guilt) --- so hopefully i'll feel better tomorrow.
since i slept pretty much all day yesterday, i could not fall asleep for the life of me last night.
what time did i finally fall asleep?
dog woke me up at 10:30am. (she also played a part in keeping me awake that late as well though. whining, barking and kvetching. no idea why. i put her outside about 5 times and then she'd come back in and bitch at me some more. i think that she wanted me to walk her in the freezing rain/sleet/ice storm last night. sorry, kiddo, but, you get the backyard leash during the dead of night.)
i'm trying to get up the oomph to de-clutter the joint here. i just ate a bowl of chicken flavoured rice and am now slipping into a carb-o-coma. just a little nap... i shouldn't though. i need to clean.
so very tired.
(at the moment the dog is sleeping. i should start barking and whining at her)
the other day i bought Does This Clutter Make My Butt Look Fat (after seeing a show about it on Oprah.) don't have time to read it. i should've waited till there was an audiobook (actually i haven't checked. it's doubtful that there's one yet)
the first step is admitting you have a problem, right?
don't judge me. i'm being very open and vulnerable right now.
this is 99% of the overwhelmingness (i know. not a word.) that has taken over my life. it's a vicious circle. seriously.
so... i am not going to nap after posting these photos. as much as i'd like to sleep and not think about this hellhole i live in.
it's been hard as hell dealing with THIS as well as gigglemom, and she can't do anything, and also trying to keep on top of work and not fall behind.
my GOAL is to post "AFTER" photos on here... where you can oooooh and aaaahhhh...
my other goal is to rip up the carpet when gigglemom is in the rehab - but she called me out on it the other night and said "swear on your life that you won't rip up the carpets" --- not for nothing, but if i were her i'd be saying "frigging rip up the g.d. carpets!!"
GIGGLECHICK... @ THE MANASQUAN MID-WINTER BEACH RUN
February 17, 2008
GIGGLECHICK... @ THE MANASQUAN MID-WINTER BEACH RUN
so, months ago, i had signed up for the Manasquan Mid-Winter Beach Run... thinking that since i had started running in november and then joined the gym in december, that i would kick ass and run this thing.
actually, i did MUCH better than i've done in previous outings. of course, i haven't been to the gym in 3 weeks and i haven't run since my knees went crazy in the beginning of december.
My friend Jude & I, pre-race:
Keep in mind it was 30 degrees inland, and wayyyyyyyyy colder on the beach. I was freezing (not really, i was sweating like crazy.):
This is me, running on the beach... oh yes, i thought of you folks and took video. You're welcome. My pain is your pleasure:
Here I am finishing the race... I WAS walking, but, i decided to run the last bit... FOR YOU (and also to finish under 33 minutes):
After the race, ran into people and ran into even more beer:
also ran into one of my ex-boyfriends... this one is John (Ex. Circa 1985):
anyway... that was yesterday. today has been spent catching up on work and doing a little cleaning --- but i am heading over to see gigglemom at the rehab in a little while.
let's just say it was overflowing and you couldn't close the doors -- it was chock full of pots, pans and paraphernalia
it had a TON of pots and pans from before i was born.
it's okay. i already cleared it with gigglemom and got the green light to toss old stuff.
right now, i've got a batch of the remaining pots in the dishwasher and have another load waiting on deck
so, i guess, i've not "finished" organizing the cupboard. right now, i am dog tired, so i am waiting for morning to scrub down the shelves and then lay the cushy shelf cover stuff on there (i may need to run to wal-mart in the morning to get more/wider stuff than i have right now.
will post an "after" photo when i'm done with it.
(while i'm at it with the cabinet cleaning, i'll be wiping down the food cabinets i emptied the other night)
it's getting there. i am so NOT done with the kitchen (or the living room... or the stairwell... or the upstairs hall (which is a horror show)... not to mention gigglemom's bedroom and my bedroom.
of course, because gigglemom sleeps down here on the bed in the living room - and i don't forsee her ever getting back to her bed upstairs - i am going to attempt to talk her into letting me use the bedroom that she used as MY bedroom and then really just make the room i have now into just my office.
the mega-huge thing that we need to do after i clean this beast of a home is re-do the floors upstairs and downstairs... we're thinking about something that LOOKS like hardwood, yet, isn't really hardwood and isn't a billion dollars like the hardwood.
oh, and she pretty much has threatened death and dismemberment to me if i rip up the carpets on my own. she said that i need to hire a professional to rip the damned stuff up. i am so embarrassed about certain parts of the carpet that i think i am going to take a mat/carpet knife to those chunks before hiring anyone.
**furiousball... yes, i too, still think that a flamethrower would be an easier solution, alas, no can do.
it's about 2am right now... i am tired, i've got an empty pots and pans cupboard, 2 organized & filed mountains of mail, dishes taking a sauna in the dishwasher, and a billion more pounds of clutter to remove from this house before gigglemom gets home from the rehab --- which, we have no idea when that will be. of course, i'm thinking that now that she has this cold (which i'm hoping is only a 24 hour bug) that they'll really keep her for a while.
i have to run over there and grab the dirty clothes at the rehab and take them to the laundromat and bring them back (tuesday)
i'm going to sleep.
oh! last night as i sorted and filed MY mail (whilst on the couch) i watched the entire first season of Californication! I'd never watched it!!! it was fantastico! (on showtime)
So, besides gigglemom having some sort of cold (in the rehab - she got it on monday and it's getting worse. she has a 101 fever and horrible cough -- moreso than the normal cough -- and is feeling rotten) i now have some sort of bug... although i am holding out hope that it's just allergies from the dust that i've kicked up in the chateau de giggle.
yesterday i ran to the target and bought shelf liners and a whole bunch of good stuff - including a dish drain thing for next to the sink... mainly for when i've got stuff in the dishwasher and need a place for the on deck stuff...
i didn't do anything with the shelf cleaning yesterday... i was tuckered out from working (yeah, i still do that), running to see sick gigglemom, doing the target shopping, going to fashion bug to buy gm more nightgowns (i have to take her dirty laundry to the laundromat... was supposed to do that today, but have slept like a freak)
i was up till about 5am because i had a couple of clients who wanted me to set up some coded things around 1am and 3am... which i did.
oh... got this in my email from Rick O (you've seen him in my comments. he's a swell egg) --- so, help his friend out by clicking on the link and voting
A friend of mine is a single mom and she has entered into a contest one of
our local radio stations is holding for a new car. She made it to the top
5 and could use some votes. The link below will take you to the page
that submits your vote for her & her kids video. You can vote up to 5
times per IP Address. Her competition includes some local university team
so we are in for some stiff competition. But I am a big fan of the
underdog most of the time.
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the opening of the show was pretty spot on - fred armisen played obama (or "fauxbama" as said on the HP). pretty much it was parodying the obsession the media has for Obama by lobbing softball questions to Obama and few, if any, to Clinton. The panelists were smitten with Obama, calling themselves an "obamamaniac" and "Obama stalker" and said that the one fella had a "barackAttack" a week ago.
the Annuale commercial parody was fantastico!!! (will need to grab a clip of that as well...)
** also mike huckabee did a cameo on the weekend update. i like him as a person. can't go that way in the voting booth though
i just woke up.
i have a cold.
i have a sore throat.
i need to take a shower.
i have to clean the house.
i am depressed.
i have to pick up the laundry.
i have a toothache (2nd molar. top right)
i haven't any health/dental insurance
i have no money because i am waiting on client's checks
i have to pay my mother's mortgage with magic beans or a cow on saturday
i forgot to take my anti-baby vitamin yesterday
i have to double up on the ABV today
i need to finish a client's website
i need to do my daily shit for my other clients
i have to visit gigglemom at the rehab
i will be bringing GM home next wednesday at noon
i have a week to reorganize the entire house
i have parade duties on saturday and sunday that cut into cleaning time
i was enjoying creating designs and posting them
i was enjoying making some cash that i will not receive for 45 days after i sell the products
i was enjoying posting them to my blog because it's part of my life right now since i do not have anything else to post like stories or pictures of kids or kittens
so anyway, thanks to those of you who liked my hair and said so. (there was one unruly cuss that just wanted to start something with their wiseass comments. and normally i love bantering back and forth and all that and batting them around like a cat with a mouse, but this one wasn't worth it and i have too much stuff going on to sit there and deal with a mentally challenged commenter so i wielded my powers and banned their IP address.)
anyway, yeah i like my hair. i woke up today, the mop was just sitting there on my head doing nothing - and i've been pulling it into a ponytail every day. then at noon one of my clients' checks came in the mail and i said "hot damn, i am chopping this puppy off." and i headed to the salon.
stylists are always so happy when there's a "drastic" cut --- actually i like getting a good chunk of hair cut at least once a year --- as i've said, the hair grows fast as heck.
so this will be easy to take care of (she styled it so that i don't even need to blow it dry... and it's supposed to fall into place. we'll see.)
i pretty much went in there saying "i'm lazy when it comes to my hair. i would shave it all off, but i've done that. give me something that's a step up from that."
that said, i've just chugged some cherry flavoured nyQuil and am going to attempt to hit the hay.
so, the throat was still bothering me a bit today. i napped on and off throughout the day (nope. i did not declutter casa de horror today) but i feel much better tonight.
around 5pm i watched The Biggest Loser that i'd taped on Tuesday (while i was watching the dem debate) and i got off the couch around 6:40pm, ran my hand through my hair and said "screw it, i am going back to a weight watchers meeting tonight at 7"
okay, i guess after running my hand throuhg my hair, i'd logged on to weightwatchers.com and checked to see if my local place had a meeting tonight --- they did.
usually (okay... when i say "usually" i mean every 3 months or so when i get hopped up and go back to ww) usually i go on monday mornings at 10am. there IS a great leader there named Julie.
but, really. monday morning at 10am? it's tough to drag me out of bed and to my desk much less go to a ww meeting.
anyhooooo... to the 7pm one tonight (no idea what the leader's name is yet.) she seems pleasant enough.
when i weighed in the girl was like "Congrats! you lost 2.4 pounds for a 5.blahbittyblah loss!"
to which i replied "thanks! good to hear i lost 2.4 pounds since january."
anyway - i remembered back to 2001 - i joined ww in jersey city - with this kick ass leader named Marie. She was feisty and funny and you really got a lot out of her meetings. i miss living up there sometimes.
but those meetings were on Thursday nights at 7pm as well.
i think that may have been part of the reason for my success back then (lost 30 pounds in 2 and a half months, no exercise) the fact that it was on thursday nights.
granted, if there's a morning meeting, there's the extra benefit of not having anything in your stomach, thus having a decent weigh-in (sometimes)
but thursdays, you can have fun on the weekend (or, back then was when i would be going out on the weekends and partying it up. nowadays, it's rather bland.) but you would have a few days to get your ass back in gear if you went a little hog wild on saturday. rather than slinking into a monday meeting still with a bloated stomach from the weekend.
there's no chance of me sleeping in and missing the meeting either.
so, we'll see. hopefully the change in meeting days/times will help.
also, since gigglemom was diagnosed with the diabetes and told to control her sugars and weight with diet and exercise, i'm not saying she's joing ww with me, but, she's already talking about what we should get into the house that's healthy to eat and all that. so that's keen.
and here's where i shall mention LOST.
no, no spoilers at all...
i just want to say that tonight's may very well have been one of my favourite episodes. seriously, anything with Desmond in it is excellent. i heart him. i would be his constant any day.
and faraday is a swell egg in my book thus far....