I have been talking about this for several months now (read: since last September. Amy reminded me that I had spoken to her about it when I visited her in Columbia), so although many know about the horrors that are wedding planning for my sister, it well deserves it’s own post.
First of all, I think wedding planning in itself is ridiculous. $20,000 on the low end for a single day of entertaining people? Being in debt to entertain others and impress them doesn’t sound like the best way to start off your new life together as one. That is beside the point though; weddings are supposed to be an opportunity to celebrate with family and friends a union that should last a lifetime, something very worth celebration. Thusly, if you’re going to bring them all out to celebrate, a little planning is not too much to ask for. Unless you’re asking my sister.
My sister has never been the most responsible person. I’m not sure if it’s the youngest child syndrome or that perhaps I got the over-planning genes and therefore there were none left for her when she popped out 3 years later. She flies free like the wind, which has often meant disappearing without notice, getting a cat and then promptly giving it to my mother, and dating and breaking up with guys who then break into my old car and steal my birthday stereo that I passed on to her.
Now translate this “free spirit” to fit wedding planning. It doesn’t work. I even gave her the “Anti-Bride Wedding Guide”. I’m not sure she ever opened it…
The wedding is this Saturday. Let’s review how things have been going up to this point:
-The fiancé proposed. With a real ring!
+2 wedding points
-She picked out a wedding dress and got it ordered in December.
+1 wedding point
-She picked a location by January.
+1 wedding point
-She didn’t reserve said location. My dad realized this and had to remedy it in March.
-1 wedding point
-She got a wedding cake picked out and on order in March with the mother’s prompting. We’ll give it to her.
+1 wedding point
-She didn’t order flowers until last week. She also told them that price was no object (to her it wasn’t… my dad, who is paying for them, highly disagreed!).
-2 wedding points
-She changed the entire color of the wedding last minute last week, including the flower colors and bridesmaid dresses, from Navy Blue to Royal Purple.
-1 wedding point
-Luckily, she had not yet picked out bridesmaid dresses, the changing the color was not an issue. The issue was that her choices had ranged from juniors sizes to Mother of the Bride dresses to fabrics that were definitely going to ensure she was the only good looking girl standing in the wedding!
-1 wedding point (or is it a plus for her??)
-After sending out a link to the new purple bridesmaid dress she picked out, I made sure to let her know I didn’t care for the dress, but ordered it anyway because that’s what she really wanted. It then came in the mail, was tried on, and found to need much work to be wearable….
-1 wedding point
-While having Christina try and help me make the dress work yesterday, I was talking to my sister, and she told me that the other two bridesmaids didn’t like the dress either, so she let them order a different one, figuring it would mean I would stand out with a different dress as the Maid of Honor. Yes, I will stand out as the only one with a retarded dress on!!
-10 wedding points (personal bias)
-The groomsmen, which includes my brother, ordered tuxes, but were given no direction by the groom except that he insists on no tie or bowties, which apparently looks ridiculous. I guess the groom doesn’t have to worry about anyone standing looking better than him either…
-1 wedding point
-They completed a registry and sent out invitation a month ago.
+2 wedding points
-She sent invites to friends first, thus didn’t have enough for family, didn’t invite the entire family, and didn’t keep track of who she DID invite!
-2 wedding points
-She also did not keep track of RSVPs and who would actually be attending, so we have no idea who is actually coming and my dad has no idea what number to tell the caterer.
-1 wedding point
-I was one of the people that did NOT receive an invite. Minor since I’m in the wedding, except until last week, I didn’t know what time the wedding was at or where they were registered at. This made it hard to include information for the bridal shower, though that was already delayed due to the fact that I didn’t want to send invites to people who hadn’t even been invited to the wedding!!
-2 wedding points
-I actually got a list of girls she wanted at the bachelorette party.
+1 wedding point
-She told me to Facebook them, but didn’t give last names. Told me I could figure it out from her Facebook… she also insisted that she wanted a wild drinking night (which was a fight in itself) even though she wanted her underage friend and pregnant friend to be joining us…
-2 wedding points
-She was supposed to have all of her stuff out of my dad’s house two weeks ago so that he could prepare for family coming. She did nothing.
-1 wedding point
-After many threats, Colin took initiative and took anything she left behind to Good Will last week. She has yet to say anything (likely because she’s been staying with my mom and hasn’t been to Dad’s yet…). Problem solved, whether it was by her or not.
+1 wedding point
-With all of these frustations, I have had no shortage of prayer requests
+1 wedding point
-Ending on a good note, I get to go to Colorado, family will be gathering, good food will be eaten, and based on Jesus’s example, wine will flow freely. Wedding or not, poor planning aside, a good time should be had as long as we can make it through the rest of the week without killing my dear younger sister! (Thanks to my dad for putting some perspective on my frustrations)
+15 wedding points
Current Wedding Point Running Total: 0
...it could go either way.... ;)
Monday, June 21, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I <'3 U
This is awesome enough that I found it worthy to be shared (because I'm a big fat nerd!):
9x - 7i > 3 (3x-7u)
Solve for i
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
An [Irreverent] Analysis of Super Powers
A friend asked me the other day that if I could have a super power, would I rather have the ability to fly or to be invisible. I’ve had this asked several times before, and I’m pretty sure I’ve changed my answer each time I’ve been asked. To be able to fly means you don’t have to worry about modes of transportation the same way everyone else does, yet to be invisible means you can avoid that ex that keeps stalking you down the “International” aisle at the grocery store. However, if your flying is limited and you can’t go faster than a speeding bullet like Superman, flying wouldn’t be nearly as useful. Might as well just pay Delta to take you to Singapore if it’s going to take you a couple days to make it there… at least they’ll feed you peanuts on the 16 hour flight. And being invisible is really only useful for sneaky or malicious reasons, like stealing or listening in to conversations you’re not meant to hear, not a very respectable superpower.
How about some of the other known super powers? You have superhuman strength1; however, that seemed to come along with some nasty color side effects. X-ray vision2…but who really wants to see that? Shape shifting3 actually seems pretty useful, like playing Spy in Team Fortress 2, until you’re standing next to the person you’ve shape shifted into and they realize you’re a fraud and shoot you.
You have the tele’s: telekinesis4, telepathy5, teleportation6…technopathy7? I’m pretty sure I’m as technically pathetic as I need to be, adding to that would not make me any more super. To be able to control things with your mind would be unbelievably useful when you’re sitting around watching episodes of Big Bang Theory and don’t want to have to move to go get a big bowl of Samoas ice cream and haven’t yet figured out how to train your cat to get it for you without getting fur in it… just make the ice cream scoop itself. Edward proved that reading minds just turns you into a stalker, especially when there’s some horrible actress out there whose mind you can’t read, causing you to fall into ridiculous infatuation. Teleportation does pretty much kick flying’s butt in regards to travel, although the ride there doesn’t seem like it’d be nearly as relaxing as riding the sky.
Body part substitution8 leaves you with three hands and a tail. Superhuman breath9 is not something you want to wake up to in the morning. Power augmentation10 is for sidekicks (but we still love you Ando!). Intuitive aptitude11 means you can understand something without having to learn it, which is what made Sylar so hardcore and the only thing that made Heroes worth watching past the first season…however, it also made for a villian since the need to gain knowledge takes the person over completely.
In addition, since I wasn’t born with a super power, in order to obtain one at this point in my life would mean that I would need to be in a nuclear accident or go eat some of the herbicides I’m brewing… and really, that’s just deforming. Do I really want to go through all the reconstructive surgery and/or know that guys are only interested in me because of my super power, not because of my looks, for the rest of my life? I just don’t think I’m willing to commit to that. And I’m far too lazy to seek out a mad scientist…so I’m going to stick to my own personal super powers that I already possess. Procrastination and short term memory loss. When was I going to end this post?
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If you want to read up on some ridiculous list of many of the superpowers that have been used in fiction, Wikipedia is always a reliable, highly credible source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_superhuman_features_and_abilities_in_fiction
And unfortunately, I’m sure www.superpowerlist.com *would* be a great resource, except it was hacked into and destroyed by Russians. That’s what you get for being a sidekick…
1.Hulk
2. Peepers aka Peter Quinn
3. Mystique
4. Jean Grey
5. Piccolo from DBZ, Edward Cullen (brooding vamp extraordinaire)
6. Nightcrawler
7. Micah (Heroes)
8. Terror
9. Superman
10. Ando (Heroes)
11. Sylar! (Heroes)
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Chasing Daylight... and about a million other things.
Everyone has been blogging a plethora of posts this week, which has been wonderful in keeping me amused when I need a break, especially since there was a two month drought on blog posts from others... however, K.F. indicated that this meant *I* was supposed to post as well. I pride myself in being a non-conformist... except I'm too lazy to fight the power usually, so I give in to the currently Boston-bound roomie.
Last weekend took Kelsey Face, Joe Jitsu, Mona, and I to Chicago for the Dow Run for Water 6K run. Really, the run was just an excuse to spend a weekend in Chicago with friends, as I often tend to put trips off if I don't have a solid reason to commit myself. I got the chance to spend some good times with my Irish counterpart, ate some yummy Thai food, saw the sights, and even got to go country dancing for the first time in forever! Which pretty much made me very much miss living closer to a city like I did in college. Chicago wasn't nearly as big bad as my mind imagined it would be... this might have been partly due to the fact that my only past experiences have been dealing with traffic during rush hours and lots of toll booths, which I didn't have to deal with at all this trip. AND we were able to run the entire 6k run this time, blister-free! We didn't have incredible run times, but we did run the whole thing, which I didn't think was going to happen since Irish had spent two weeks telling us there's no way she'd make it... lies! Now that I can finally do it, I don't want to lose it, regardless of my hate for generic running. I mean, there's no point to running, no goal besides ending up at the same spot you started. Why did you even bother leaving that spot?? How in the world do marathon runners not pass out from sheer boredom of doing nothing but running for hours?? That must be the ADD kicking in for me...
This last statement just distracted me and led me to call my brother and have a conversation about our horrible horrible attention spans. This post is a very good example... I started this earlier today during lunch, but didn't get past the first sentence because other things, like mapping running routes on google maps, were more important. Once I got home, I grabbed whatever was in the fridge for dinner and came back to continue the post. Instead, I got distracted by an episode of Arrested Development that included male stripper cops and the lesson that you should never teach people lessons. I then decided to do some cleaning, with the goal in mind that I'd focus on the kitchen tonight. I washed the dishes, got bored, and started for the bathroom. Cleaned the sink, got bored, cleared off the coffee table. Back to the kitchen, instantly bored, decided music was needed for the task at hand. I then got distracted organizing my music since it was all reset on the new computer. This then led to me wanting to spend some time practicing the guitar chords I've been learning... and since Face is out for the weekend, I figured I'd take a shot at pulling it all together myself and learning a song. That went disasterously for a while... I could do it slow, but not to the beat it was actually supposed to be at. Frustrated, and it already being 8pm, I decided it was time to chase some daylight and go for a run for the first time since the 6k on Sunday. You see, my legs have not stopped aching with a dull pain for weeks now, and I figured it was probably from the strain of forcing them to continue even when they didn't want to, so I thought I'd give them a few days now that the run is behind me. Noooo, the pain never went away! We had a conversation/fight the entire time. It went something along the lines of the following:
CO: "Left... Left... Left..."
Leg 1: "Sarah, why do you hate us so?"
Leg 2: "Yeah Sarah, why do you hate us?"
CO: "Shut up and keep running or we'll never make it home for pie! I promised you strawberry rhubarb, what more do you want from me??"
Leg 2: "Charlieeee...woops, I mean, Sarahhhhhhhh"
CO: "God only needed 1 day of rest, you guys got almost 4x that and you STILL think you can complain??!"
Leg 1: "Shun the abuser!"
Leg 2: "Shunnnnnnnn"
CO: "We're at a freaking baseball game! Get me a mountain dew!! Wait, that's not right..."
Leg 1: "You suck at guitar!"
CO: "I thought we agreed we were NOT going to speak about this again!! And what does that have to do with running anyway? Stop getting in my head! That's it, you're totally not getting your toenails painted tonight."
Legs: "Nooooo!"
Upon arrival at home, I kept my promise and downed some rhubarb yumminess, came back and wrote two more sentences for my post, and then got distracted with my frustration about the guitar and went after it again. AND GOT IT. Maybe not perfect, but enough so that I felt a little more at ease about my less than adequate skills. And I'm pretty sure all of my neighbors hate me. Good thing I keep my door locked at all times.
So now I suppose I'm back here once again, telling my computer about my Chicago trip. Yeah, it was sweet; 'nuff said.
So if you see me sprawled out on the side of the road, it's because my legs finally won. Don't worry... I'll get them back for it.
Last weekend took Kelsey Face, Joe Jitsu, Mona, and I to Chicago for the Dow Run for Water 6K run. Really, the run was just an excuse to spend a weekend in Chicago with friends, as I often tend to put trips off if I don't have a solid reason to commit myself. I got the chance to spend some good times with my Irish counterpart, ate some yummy Thai food, saw the sights, and even got to go country dancing for the first time in forever! Which pretty much made me very much miss living closer to a city like I did in college. Chicago wasn't nearly as big bad as my mind imagined it would be... this might have been partly due to the fact that my only past experiences have been dealing with traffic during rush hours and lots of toll booths, which I didn't have to deal with at all this trip. AND we were able to run the entire 6k run this time, blister-free! We didn't have incredible run times, but we did run the whole thing, which I didn't think was going to happen since Irish had spent two weeks telling us there's no way she'd make it... lies! Now that I can finally do it, I don't want to lose it, regardless of my hate for generic running. I mean, there's no point to running, no goal besides ending up at the same spot you started. Why did you even bother leaving that spot?? How in the world do marathon runners not pass out from sheer boredom of doing nothing but running for hours?? That must be the ADD kicking in for me...
This last statement just distracted me and led me to call my brother and have a conversation about our horrible horrible attention spans. This post is a very good example... I started this earlier today during lunch, but didn't get past the first sentence because other things, like mapping running routes on google maps, were more important. Once I got home, I grabbed whatever was in the fridge for dinner and came back to continue the post. Instead, I got distracted by an episode of Arrested Development that included male stripper cops and the lesson that you should never teach people lessons. I then decided to do some cleaning, with the goal in mind that I'd focus on the kitchen tonight. I washed the dishes, got bored, and started for the bathroom. Cleaned the sink, got bored, cleared off the coffee table. Back to the kitchen, instantly bored, decided music was needed for the task at hand. I then got distracted organizing my music since it was all reset on the new computer. This then led to me wanting to spend some time practicing the guitar chords I've been learning... and since Face is out for the weekend, I figured I'd take a shot at pulling it all together myself and learning a song. That went disasterously for a while... I could do it slow, but not to the beat it was actually supposed to be at. Frustrated, and it already being 8pm, I decided it was time to chase some daylight and go for a run for the first time since the 6k on Sunday. You see, my legs have not stopped aching with a dull pain for weeks now, and I figured it was probably from the strain of forcing them to continue even when they didn't want to, so I thought I'd give them a few days now that the run is behind me. Noooo, the pain never went away! We had a conversation/fight the entire time. It went something along the lines of the following:
CO: "Left... Left... Left..."
Leg 1: "Sarah, why do you hate us so?"
Leg 2: "Yeah Sarah, why do you hate us?"
CO: "Shut up and keep running or we'll never make it home for pie! I promised you strawberry rhubarb, what more do you want from me??"
Leg 2: "Charlieeee...woops, I mean, Sarahhhhhhhh"
CO: "God only needed 1 day of rest, you guys got almost 4x that and you STILL think you can complain??!"
Leg 1: "Shun the abuser!"
Leg 2: "Shunnnnnnnn"
CO: "We're at a freaking baseball game! Get me a mountain dew!! Wait, that's not right..."
Leg 1: "You suck at guitar!"
CO: "I thought we agreed we were NOT going to speak about this again!! And what does that have to do with running anyway? Stop getting in my head! That's it, you're totally not getting your toenails painted tonight."
Legs: "Nooooo!"
Upon arrival at home, I kept my promise and downed some rhubarb yumminess, came back and wrote two more sentences for my post, and then got distracted with my frustration about the guitar and went after it again. AND GOT IT. Maybe not perfect, but enough so that I felt a little more at ease about my less than adequate skills. And I'm pretty sure all of my neighbors hate me. Good thing I keep my door locked at all times.
So now I suppose I'm back here once again, telling my computer about my Chicago trip. Yeah, it was sweet; 'nuff said.
So if you see me sprawled out on the side of the road, it's because my legs finally won. Don't worry... I'll get them back for it.
Ultimate Power Song of Choice: "The River" by Good Charlotte w/ M. Shadows and Synyster Gates
Monday, April 5, 2010
Ebbs and Flows
As spring kicks in and the weather gets better, I'm finding that my weekly planned activities all seem to be winding down quickly. I've come to realize this is very seasonal... I seem to go through the same thing every spring and fall. Every time, I wonder what in the world I will do with everything coming to an end, but I have yet to have a time where I actually felt like I needed to find new activities to fill my time as it naturally gets filled once again.
Currently, volleyball, wallyball, and my womens bible study will all come to an end in the next two weeks, opening up 3 of my 5 weeknights. However, based on past experience, those will likely soon be replaced with a different bible study, tennis, softball, and beach volleyball. Plus Christina and I have been discussing joining a noob golf league to learn how to play yet another sport. Mario is skipping town, and thus the Cowboy Bebop nights that have filled my empty time lately have come to an end; however, Kelsey Face just ordered all three seasons of Arrested Development, so a new show addiction will take the place of the beboping.
Oh yes, and we will finally complete our 6k run in Chicago two weekends from now, which we have been attempting to train for for months now. Joe asked me if I felt like I'd accomplished what I wanted to with the training for the run. My answer: no, because I still hate running. I even tried to spice things up by running with Christina's dog this weekend, which turned out even worse as she tried dragging me the whole way, and my right leg is now sore and killing me from the effort of constantly pulling her to slow down. Overall, I'd much rather be doing interactive sports or doing a circuit or at the very least be on a treadmill where I can read a book or watch a movie and be distracted from the mundane task. So I'll replace it with some other sort of workout... at least until next year when I've had enough time to once again forget my dislike and force Kelsey to once again sign up for another run ha.
The moral of this story is that life ebbs and flows, things may go, but new things will always take their place. Oh, and never leave things in the fridge.
See you space cowboy....
Currently, volleyball, wallyball, and my womens bible study will all come to an end in the next two weeks, opening up 3 of my 5 weeknights. However, based on past experience, those will likely soon be replaced with a different bible study, tennis, softball, and beach volleyball. Plus Christina and I have been discussing joining a noob golf league to learn how to play yet another sport. Mario is skipping town, and thus the Cowboy Bebop nights that have filled my empty time lately have come to an end; however, Kelsey Face just ordered all three seasons of Arrested Development, so a new show addiction will take the place of the beboping.
Oh yes, and we will finally complete our 6k run in Chicago two weekends from now, which we have been attempting to train for for months now. Joe asked me if I felt like I'd accomplished what I wanted to with the training for the run. My answer: no, because I still hate running. I even tried to spice things up by running with Christina's dog this weekend, which turned out even worse as she tried dragging me the whole way, and my right leg is now sore and killing me from the effort of constantly pulling her to slow down. Overall, I'd much rather be doing interactive sports or doing a circuit or at the very least be on a treadmill where I can read a book or watch a movie and be distracted from the mundane task. So I'll replace it with some other sort of workout... at least until next year when I've had enough time to once again forget my dislike and force Kelsey to once again sign up for another run ha.
The moral of this story is that life ebbs and flows, things may go, but new things will always take their place. Oh, and never leave things in the fridge.
See you space cowboy....
Monday, March 22, 2010
Lost Communication
There was a day last week where I sat at my desk at work, chugging away at whatever it is I do at work, when I thought of something so hilarious it simply had to be shared with a friend... and I realized I had no one to share my hilariousness with.
We have Microsoft Communicator at work, a form of work-approved IM between other coworkers. This has also served well as my outlet and break from work to keep me sane in the face of the daily grind insanities. However, it seems the people that I most often communicate with have seemed to dwindled....the Scoobies have dwindled down to Sam and I over the past year, J to the M left for Africa, and M and I had been outlets for each other since the day I started work, and last week Mario was officially gone. Luckily I recovered a roommate in the process and have Kels back to once again chat it up with, but unluckily for me last week, she was pretending to be Canadian to visit friends from Guinea. Which brought me to the realization that I find work days to be unbarable to get through without someone to talk to, namely someone I can relate to outside of my immediate coworkers.
This may be learned considering I've almost always had this in my long two and a half year career, so I really don't know any different... I'm pretty sure older generations that did not grow up chatting online don't feel this critical need. But then again, I don't roam the halls looking for unsuspecting people I can corner to show family photos to and share mundane stories about my curling adventures over the weekend, much like many of them do. Curling was excellent, FYI -BTW (that means by the way in our new age chat speak!).
So this could mean one of three things:
1) I need to make more friends that work at my company so we can chat
2) I need to stop wasting time chatting (which might make my head implode when I have no other outlet during the day)
3) Time to move! (But only if it's to NZ...)
I'd also like to take this moment while I have you captively pinned in a corner to share some family photos... this would be Loki dominating Waffles in a chokehold while laying on his head. That's my boy!
We have Microsoft Communicator at work, a form of work-approved IM between other coworkers. This has also served well as my outlet and break from work to keep me sane in the face of the daily grind insanities. However, it seems the people that I most often communicate with have seemed to dwindled....the Scoobies have dwindled down to Sam and I over the past year, J to the M left for Africa, and M and I had been outlets for each other since the day I started work, and last week Mario was officially gone. Luckily I recovered a roommate in the process and have Kels back to once again chat it up with, but unluckily for me last week, she was pretending to be Canadian to visit friends from Guinea. Which brought me to the realization that I find work days to be unbarable to get through without someone to talk to, namely someone I can relate to outside of my immediate coworkers.
This may be learned considering I've almost always had this in my long two and a half year career, so I really don't know any different... I'm pretty sure older generations that did not grow up chatting online don't feel this critical need. But then again, I don't roam the halls looking for unsuspecting people I can corner to show family photos to and share mundane stories about my curling adventures over the weekend, much like many of them do. Curling was excellent, FYI -BTW (that means by the way in our new age chat speak!).
So this could mean one of three things:
1) I need to make more friends that work at my company so we can chat
2) I need to stop wasting time chatting (which might make my head implode when I have no other outlet during the day)
3) Time to move! (But only if it's to NZ...)
I'd also like to take this moment while I have you captively pinned in a corner to share some family photos... this would be Loki dominating Waffles in a chokehold while laying on his head. That's my boy!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Feed and Water Twice Daily
Being sick sucks.
Sure, when you're a little kid, it's great; you get to skip school and lounge around all day while your mom brings you soup and ice cream, and if you can convince your brother that he's sick too, you have a Mario Kart buddy for the day.
But when you have no such people to bring you ice cream or play games with, and instead have big presentations to leaders the next day that you're not yet prepared for that you're trying to write up in bed with a fever in the 15 minutes you're able to keep yourself awake every few hours before the Nyquil kicks in once again...not so fun.
It also makes it hard to write blog posts evidently, as this is as far as I've gotten in a couple of hours ha.
I had high hopes that working in a chemical plant full of formulations that kill off plants and insects and anything else it touches would kill off the little teenie germs currently plaguing my body. Or at the very least, the neighboring plant next door that produces pharmaceuticals would have at least given some pleasant healthy side effects. But *apparently* Allegra is only for allergies and doesn't help fevers. Lame.
I'm going to have to fight this a different way. I'm thinking of choking down some chocolate chip banana muffins the roomie made in what I can only imagine was full anticipation of me being sick and lonely. But if you give a sick princess a chocolate chip banana muffin, she will want a glass of milk. If you give her a glass of milk, she'll want some medicine to take as well. If you give her medicine to take, she'll get drowsy and ask for a blankie. Once she's curled up with her blankie, she'll need a bedtime story. The bedtime story will send her off to sweet dreams of kitties and yoshis. And if you send her off to dreams... you're going to have to finish her presentation for her.
Good luck roomie ;)
Sure, when you're a little kid, it's great; you get to skip school and lounge around all day while your mom brings you soup and ice cream, and if you can convince your brother that he's sick too, you have a Mario Kart buddy for the day.
But when you have no such people to bring you ice cream or play games with, and instead have big presentations to leaders the next day that you're not yet prepared for that you're trying to write up in bed with a fever in the 15 minutes you're able to keep yourself awake every few hours before the Nyquil kicks in once again...not so fun.
It also makes it hard to write blog posts evidently, as this is as far as I've gotten in a couple of hours ha.
I had high hopes that working in a chemical plant full of formulations that kill off plants and insects and anything else it touches would kill off the little teenie germs currently plaguing my body. Or at the very least, the neighboring plant next door that produces pharmaceuticals would have at least given some pleasant healthy side effects. But *apparently* Allegra is only for allergies and doesn't help fevers. Lame.
I'm going to have to fight this a different way. I'm thinking of choking down some chocolate chip banana muffins the roomie made in what I can only imagine was full anticipation of me being sick and lonely. But if you give a sick princess a chocolate chip banana muffin, she will want a glass of milk. If you give her a glass of milk, she'll want some medicine to take as well. If you give her medicine to take, she'll get drowsy and ask for a blankie. Once she's curled up with her blankie, she'll need a bedtime story. The bedtime story will send her off to sweet dreams of kitties and yoshis. And if you send her off to dreams... you're going to have to finish her presentation for her.
Good luck roomie ;)
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