Guess what I got today?

Swine flu vaccine.  Guess what I didn’t get?

Seasonal flu vaccine.  The doctor’s office was out of it.  Li’l bit reversed from the situation most other offices are having right now, but I think the seasonal vaccine will be much easier to find.  I just need to avoid going to places like urgent care facilities to get it because I might end up getting slapped with an administration fee that’s equal to an urgent care copay ($30?) rather than a regular office visit.

I didn’t even feel the shot.  No worries, though - the nurse let me know that my arm will be throbbing tomorrow.  Yay.

Posted by Tiffany on 11/30 at 05:32 PM
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The post where I put my business out in the street.

*wink*

Hope your Thanksgiving was super-dee-duper.  We headed east to the coast, and all I have to say is that any Thanksgiving that doesn’t involve me standing over a stove with people standing behind me going “Are you going to put some pep’a in that?” is a good one.

Because I’m smart (imagine me tapping my temple with a finger here) I avoided the inevitable fracas at my mother’s house.  My sister will fill me in on details.  All I know is that my family doesn’t ever play nice for holidays/weddings/funerals.  People argue.  Sometimes there are fights…sometimes cops show up (did I tell you about my grandmother’s funeral???)  It’s embarrassing.  I don’t like drama in my life unless it’s scripted and two hours long.

Anyhow, apparently I’m some kind of prodigal child for not going to my mother’s for holidays, but who wants to set themselves up for that kind of kerfluffle?  Either I’ll show up and have thinly veiled insults tossed at me or stay home and hear through the grapevine that someone (*ahem*) was talking smack about me anyway.  Blood may be thicker than water, but guess what?  You can still drown in it.

You don’t have to be a psychic to know that if my mother + one of her kids + a peanut gallery (usually my aunt) converge it will equal someone claiming not have done stuff (my mother) and someone else in a state of histrionics.

We’re good kids.  Really, we are.  I, in particular, am not the kind of chick that flies off the handle at things.  I don’t brawl with people, and I’ll hold my tongue a long time before telling someone about themselves. (I think that’s my mission in this life - learning to keep my mouth shut.)  But seriously, one of these, my mother is going to do something that’ll make me do something that’ll make my poor, saintly grandmother roll in her grave.

Posted by Tiffany on 11/29 at 07:52 PM
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mumble.

Sorry for all the Blogus Interruptus.  I go through occasional periods of internet aversion where I’m just not feeling it.  Scott and Rosco have been sick and I’ve been quarantined (yeah, I know that’s backwards) because my healthiness is rather important.  I’ve been holed up in the master bedroom for a few days.  I’m all right with that.  Just wish there was a mini-fridge in here to save me trips to the kitchen.  Lots of hand sanitizing going on here.  I haven’t had flu shots this year (though I normally do) because I don’t have a primary care doctor.  In the past I’d get them through my job, but my current job doesn’t offer them.  (ba-dum dum.)  I don’t want to go to the county clinic because chances are I’d pick up something else while waiting in line (I used to do food stamps casework, remember?  I know how probable that would be.)  I don’t want to go to one of the drug store dealies, because, well, I don’t feel like it.  Rosco hasn’t had his because his three-year check-up hasn’t occurred—his doctor is unavailable until December.  (Too late, anyway.  Smeh.)  I see my lady doc next Monday so I’ll probably get my shots then…if I don’t come down with Rosco’s flu this week.

What are your Thanksgiving plans for this year?  If it weren’t for the sweet potato pie I bribed myself with this year, I would put my head under a blanket and hibernate for a couple of weeks.  Okay - correction.  I’d like to sleep through the new year.  Screw Black Friday shopping.  Scott can handle buying and decorating the Christmas tree, putting gifts under it, force-feeding the kid turkey, and pitching the dehydrated tree out to the roadside in January, and all that jazz.  I’ll just zone out for a little while.  (Nobody’d really miss me anyway.  Except maybe Rosco because he likes jumping one me.  I’m not all that entertaining when I’m too tired to be snarky—at these times I keep all my snark in my head, so unless you’re watching my eyebrows twitch you’d think I was an unresponsive idiot.)

There’s supposed to be some sort of gathering of kinfolk in Virginia that I’d kind of like to be a fly on the wall at for maybe three seconds, but I’ll just have to rely on my sister’s play-by-play recounting.  I’ll just say that it will involve more drama and inanity than what goes on in week’s worth of All My Children episodes.  At this point in my life I’m allergic to drama.  (With allergic reactions typically involving me not answering my phone for extended periods of time.)

Posted by Tiffany on 11/23 at 06:28 PM
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What would Martha wear?

...if Martha’s yard flooded every time there was a heavy rain and her husband [if she had one] emailed her to ask if she checked the drain pipe to see if it were clogged?

Bean Boots.

Covet them.  They’re cushioned on the inside and have a slight heel so I can go grocery shopping in style.

Posted by Tiffany on 11/18 at 12:34 PM
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Oh, boy.

You know that little “ignore” button you click when you don’t want to be someone’s Facebook friend?  I use it regularly.  I’ve used it twice in the past few months on one person I actually de-friended some time ago.  He was creeping me out (guy from high school) with some of the messages he sent me (convoluted messages about how if people aren’t happy in their marriages….). 

He sent me a friend request over the summer that said, “Hmm, I thought I had already added you as a friend?”

I clicked ignore.

Today I got another friend request from him saying “Happy Birthday.”

Um…my birthday is next week, but still - why does he remember that?

Honestly, on some days I want to just delete my Facebook account altogether.  It’s not fun anymore.  Meanwhile, I need to go in and block the sucka.

Posted by Tiffany on 11/13 at 01:48 PM
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Ew.

What you don’t want to hear when you’re working at your desk:

Rosco: “I have a booger in my nose.  You get it out?”

Posted by Tiffany on 11/11 at 01:54 PM
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Where does he get this stuff?

Snarky Momma: [pours cereal]

Rosco: “You don’t eat Fruity Cheerios.”

Snarky Momma: “No, I usually don’t, but I need to eat something.”

Rosco: “You must be getting sick.”

Posted by Tiffany on 11/10 at 12:23 PM
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Back to work…sort of.

I haven’t gotten much writing done in the past week because I’ve been dogged with persistent headaches and whatnot.  Normally, I pop a Tylenol and move on with it, but now I really want to treat the cause and not the symptom, you know?

A lot of the time I know my headaches are caused by dehydration.  I can go all day on a couple of cups of tea, and that’ll be it.  Obviously, fixing those headaches is a matter of upping water consumption.

Now, some of my headaches are hormonal.  That’s a given.  Can’t do much about those except wait for stuff to normalize.

Other headaches are caused by my fairly low blood pressure.  (It’s real fun to have hospital staff take your blood pressure multiple times because they’re sure something’s wrong with the machine…or you.)  Those are harder to treat.  The solution is usually greasy food and a sugar-laced soda, but who can eat that crap all the time?

So, yeah.  Headaches sort of mess up my plans, but I feel ok-ish today so I’m going to crank today in case I wake up tomorrow feeling like FrankenChick.

Posted by Tiffany on 11/09 at 12:29 PM
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Yeah right, BabyCenter.

Posted by Tiffany on 11/06 at 03:09 PM
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Feeling lazy, so here’s a list.

Haven’t done one in a while, so consider this a “getting to know me” post for all the new-ish readers.

Things I Hate
10. Pot holes.
9. When the library smells like pee (it’s near a men’s shelter).
8. People who you haven’t talked to in years whose re-introduction to you is something like, “Hey, I sell Mary Kay!  Please consider me for your personal care needs!”
7. When the cat insists on jumping on my lap and I’m not wearing pants.  She has very needle-like nails.
6. People who don’t know they’re stupid.
5. Flying.
4. Stuffing.
3. Adult acne. (wtf!)
2. Driving in the dark.
1. Making smalltalk.

Things I Love
10. Sleeping.
9. Cream of Wheat.
8. Coffee ice cream.
7. Carolina blue.
6. Comfortable bras.
5. When people end rants with “Just sayin’.”
4. Rechargeable batteries.
3. When Scott homes home before 2 a.m.
2. When Rosco helps me feed the cats.
1. When every living thing (excluding plants) in the house is following me around.  It’s annoying sometimes, but it’s great to be popular.

Posted by Tiffany on 11/06 at 12:07 PM
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Have you used a CARES harness?

So, I’m thinking ahead to our cruise and wondering what to do about the car seat situation.  Yes, I panic about shit prematurely.  That’s my nature.  It prevents frustration later on.

Honestly, I do NOT want to schlep that huge Evenflo monster onto a plane, and then have to store it in our cruise cabin.  That sounds like oh-so-much fun, right?  I don’t think Rosco will need it to be contained on the plane.  I know that’s one reason people insist on traveling with them - because their kids squirm.  I doubt R’s going to go apeshit and run the aisles.  If we can book a flight around his fake nap time (say, 2ish) he might even just sleep the whole way.  Generally speaking, in vehicles he looks out the window, reads his books, plays with his toys, and runs his mouth.  He’s not trying to climb the seat and steer the car.  Hopefully he’ll be equally acquiescent on a plane - this will be our first experiment with that.

I’m looking at getting a CARES restraint for him.  It’ll be a hell of a lot easier to travel with, and it looks like a piece of cake to install.  He’ll have his own seat, of course.  He’ll be three, and he’s not exactly a lightweight, so I don’t want to develop blood clots in my legs from him cutting off my circulation for two hours.

Have you used one?  Any complaints?

Once I get this worked out, all I’ll need to stress out is about the potential of Rosco whispering “Momma, I need to go pee-pee” on the plane.

Posted by Tiffany on 11/05 at 12:29 PM
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Wordless Wednesday: Concentration

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by Tiffany on 11/04 at 07:42 PM
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Is it possible for a cat to be a crackhead?

Or something comparable?

I’m serious.  I don’t think either of our cats are “normal” but at least Bodie operates on a typical cat schedule: scratch door, eat food, nap, poop, nap, flick ear wax on the walls, nap, nap, nap.  She’s aloof, runs to the kitchen when she hears food, and presents herself occasionally for a petting.

Puffy, on the other hand, spends much of her day fighting ghosts and then licking her cat bits.  Maybe she’s been licking paint or eating kitty litter or something, but she’s way too skittish.  We got her as a kitten, she’s never really been outdoors, she’s never been abused, and yet she still acts like she’s cracked out 40% of the time.

Right now she’s using my keyboard as a pillow and breathing heavily because she just spent the last five minutes flicking Rosco’s block around the room.

I don’t trust her.  I think she’d eat my child as he slept if she had the chance.

When I was pregnant with Rosco, I wouldn’t have minded if she “accidentally” found her way outside and “accidentally” found a new home.  Some days I still feel that way.  She’s cute and all, but, but she’s about as useful as a worn-out nail file and she is way too eager to chew on your hands when you pet her.

I think her name suits her: Savage, indeed.  And why does her fur smell like piss?  Could it be because she’s using the laundry room corner as a toilet and walking through it, perhaps?  And why does she insist on sitting on my lap when she smells like such?

Oh well.  At least she doesn’t climb curtains.  ‘Cuz we don’t have any.

Ok.  Now she’s licking her bits again and blocking my computer monitor.  THIS is why I had to take my CPU apart and spray cat hair out of it.

Posted by Tiffany on 11/03 at 01:32 PM
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Minted Thoughts…

...are up at my new blog baby Snarky Momma Reviews.  Hop on over and learn about some of the changes to Minted‘s ordering process.

Posted by Tiffany on 11/02 at 10:44 AM
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He’s kinda un-scary.

Posted by Tiffany on 11/01 at 02:06 PM
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