Isn't It Strange?

I was sitting watching TV tonight and a couple of commercials came one, one was about the battery operated toothbrush and the other about "Whitestrips" for your teeth. As I watched these two ladies smiling with both their upper teeth and lower teeth fully exposed. A beautiful toothy smile. I began to run the people I know and have known through my mind and not a one of them smiled like that. Where in the world do they find people with all those teeth? No matter how I try to smile like that, it doesn't work. Hell, I have to take my denture out to see all my teeth! :D

I know, I know! My mind is strange. I bet you have strange things run through your mind too! Maybe it's because I'm tired...then again, maybe I'm just strange.

Do you ever have people/family put things over on you? I was sitting there reading and my sister Fredia says, "I think I'll have canned beef stew for dinner tonight." Now you have to picture this, she's sitting there all wrapped up in a comforter, layed back in her lounge chair and a ski cap on her head. Does she look like she's going to get up and heat a can of stew? Why not say straight out what she was hinting at, "Will you fix me a can of beef stew?" My younger sister always says, "You wouldn't do me a favor would you?" Some day I'll surprise her and say, "Of course not!"

Have a lovely rest of the day, I'm going to go read a while.

Things Is Lookin' Up

Fredia came home today. The doctor told her, "I can't find anything, so go home!" Typical Roseburg doctors.

Other than that, not much happening except I'm getting antsy. If I pack somethings now and then pack more as I go along I am bound to forget something. If I wait until the day we're leaving Roseburg, I'll remember everything (well, usually anyway). I've got all my bills for December paid except two and will take care of them tomorrow, then nothing to worry about until January.

Do y'all do things like I do? Make lists for everything, i.e., put these and those in this bag; this stuff in that bag; this in my carryon [a list of lists and a list for each thing]. Then you walk out leaving all the lists that you made so you wouldn't forget anything? That's me!

Here We Go Again

Yesterday I woke up as usual, got up and brewed my coffee, sat down to talk with my sis, Fredia, and it was obvious she wasn't feeling well. She was having pain right below her sternum and said that if she ate a little something the pain went away for a while. I suggested Tums and she said she had been eating them like candy. She wanted me to go to the store and get her some half-and-half to "coat" her stomache. I suggested it might be a better idea if she went into urgent care...I should have known how bad it was when she didn't argue with me. Urgent care sent her immediately to the hospital emergency room. She was there 7 hours while they rambled around with their thumbs up their butts. They couldn't decide if it was an ulcer or her pancreas. They finally put her in a room, plugged her into an IV, filled her full of morphine and began giving her nutrients via the IV. Her doctor, of course, was out of town this weekend, so his standin [I'm not impressed] came in to talk with her today and asked if she needed anything. My neice [an RN charge nurse] had looked over her charts and satisfied us this wasn't life threatening, asked this dufuss if they had decided what the problem was. He said tests showed her pancreas was inflamed so they were feeding her via the IV. Dione, my neice, began asking him questions and his answers were things like, "I'm not sure." Dione finally asked him [she tends to take after her Uncle Bill] if he had any inkling what the hell he was talking about. He admitted he hadn't looked at her chart yet and hurridly left the room. Fredia is resting comfortably in a morphine haze and will be there until at least Monday or Tuesday when her regular doctor will return. He, Dr. Weingarten, used to be my old Dr. He doesn't like to see me coming because I cut him no slack. I have asked him in the past why he doesn't recuse himself and get someone to take care of his patience that knows what the hell he's doing.

Well, that all of my whining today. Now I'll go listen to the 800 pound gorilla whine a while.

Patience

I have little and what I used to have is wearing mighty thin! Thank God my BIL is only home 2-3 days a week or I'd be in jail for murder. If he asks me "When are you leaving for NZ?" one more time I'm going to write it on a PostIt note and staple it to his forehead. I've already threatened to have his nipple pierced, a long chain attached, and the other end fastened to his glasses; put a shock collar on him and when he asked me the same question for the 3rd time, hit the button. Here's a few of his questions: 1] What kind of airplane are you flying out of Portland on? 2] How long does it take to get to LA? 3] How fast does it fly? 4] How many people does it carry? 5] What's the seating like inside? 6] How far does it take to get off the ground? 7] What size crew does it have? .......I have just started making up answers: 1] Airbus 300..real answer..I haven't the foggiest. 2] 2 hours 36 minutes 3] 452 mph 4] 176 plus 4 children under the age of six 5] Naughahide, alternating rows of 3 and 4 seats on both sides 6] 4, 291 feet 7] 10 plus 2 relief pilots

NZ, here I come

Ok, here I am on my new blog. So far, I have selected all the presents and packed them in #2 suitcase. The tickets are set, passports acquired and now I'm just trying to make lists so I don't miss anything. I also have to make sure my sis, Carol, has things under control. She is still waffling about how to get to Portland for our departure. That's about it for today. It's approaching my bed time so I'll sign off

Really don't know what to say since I've never had one of these or been much of a reconteur.