Ahh, I about put the MIL in the hospital this afternoon. I was cooking dinner and when the Mr. came home, let him know I was irritated that the table was not set, that I'd have to get out the plates and butter and salad dressing while I was grilling and doing everything else. He grabbed the plates and took them to the table. It almost killed her - as soon as she saw he had to set the table she began having shooting pains that, according to her, "go down her back and neck and into her breasts and down her side." She had to sit down. I guess this is a common problem of hers - though her doctor has never found a cause (perhaps she needs to see a psychologist rather than an MD?).
I first realized her terrible affliction when I saw her clutching her side at the table while I was fetching and carrying and said "What's your problem?"
She said, "I've got this pain."
I said, as I went to get the corn, "I know what you mean!"
I don't think she liked that very much, she made sure Brian knew the details of her illness. As I'd just been ranting to him in the kitchen - she didn't get as much sympathy as she wanted. And all this after I'd had a marvelous day with Shameless and was feeling very relaxed and content.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
A social experiment
I am not a nice daughter-in-law this year. I was cleaning pans from last nights dinner and the MIL went outside so she would not have to participate. She sat and stared blankly into space for a while, as my cat Chester, who is tied out on a leash, wrapped himself once around the trunk of the pine tree. He started meowing and I watched with interest to see what the MIL would do. Just as a social experiment - put yourself in her shoes and imagine what you would do.
Here is the correct answer: Stick your foot in the leash and attempt to drag him around the tree. When that doesn't work, look up at the pine tree as though willing it to move. Stare at the cat for a while. When nothing changes in the situation - go directly into the house, do not say a word to your daughter-in-law as you make your way down the stairs and into your bedroom. Close the door. Congratulations - you are now safe from making any decision for the rest of the afternoon.
Now I was a crazy person and picked up the cat and carried him around the tree (as he purred delightedly). Even crazier, I could have unclipped the leash (which the MIL had clipped onto him just ten minutes earlier) and unwrapped it from the tree. Crazy, crazy me. On the other hand - she's down there and I'm up here alone, yeah! Might be a good afternoon after all.
Here is the correct answer: Stick your foot in the leash and attempt to drag him around the tree. When that doesn't work, look up at the pine tree as though willing it to move. Stare at the cat for a while. When nothing changes in the situation - go directly into the house, do not say a word to your daughter-in-law as you make your way down the stairs and into your bedroom. Close the door. Congratulations - you are now safe from making any decision for the rest of the afternoon.
Now I was a crazy person and picked up the cat and carried him around the tree (as he purred delightedly). Even crazier, I could have unclipped the leash (which the MIL had clipped onto him just ten minutes earlier) and unwrapped it from the tree. Crazy, crazy me. On the other hand - she's down there and I'm up here alone, yeah! Might be a good afternoon after all.
Monday, August 25, 2008
My MIL seems to have injured her back. She walked around the last part of the evening holding her back and trying to stretch it.
"How did she do it?" one might ask.
It seems that I did it to her - by mopping the kitchen floor. Yes, terrible person I did, me mopping in the other room gave her a back injury. Oh the terrible the things I make her sham, oops, I mean the terrible things I do to her. She was fine early in the evening, sitting on the couch as usual. But then I had a burst of energy and picked up and mopped the kitchen floor. By the time that was done and I was ready to mop the family room downstairs, she was hobbling around the living room clutching her back. Does she honestly think I'm that stupid? By the time B. came home she was grimacing and got the sympathy she wanted - until she went to bed and let him know how her injury occurred. We both wondered what damage I'll do to her when I clean the hardwood floors and dust. It could put her in the hospital.
Sigh, yeah right, if wishes were horses. . .
"How did she do it?" one might ask.
It seems that I did it to her - by mopping the kitchen floor. Yes, terrible person I did, me mopping in the other room gave her a back injury. Oh the terrible the things I make her sham, oops, I mean the terrible things I do to her. She was fine early in the evening, sitting on the couch as usual. But then I had a burst of energy and picked up and mopped the kitchen floor. By the time that was done and I was ready to mop the family room downstairs, she was hobbling around the living room clutching her back. Does she honestly think I'm that stupid? By the time B. came home she was grimacing and got the sympathy she wanted - until she went to bed and let him know how her injury occurred. We both wondered what damage I'll do to her when I clean the hardwood floors and dust. It could put her in the hospital.
Sigh, yeah right, if wishes were horses. . .
Monday, August 11, 2008
Sunday
A sucky Sunday - bloating & cramps and irritation.
Go to pick up prescription the doctor says he called in - nothing at the pharmacy.
Go for a relaxing bike ride on the bike path and a biker coming the opposite direction decides she wants to ride the center of the path, rather than stay on her side. My husband panics and slams on his brakes. I'm right behind him. In my attempts to not slam into him or other bikers I leave flesh on the pavement. First time I've ever screamed curse words at people in a public place before. Start to ride, realize my wheel is crooked, stop to fix it - only to be almost rear ended by another biker behind me.
Finally make it back home, try to take my car out only to realize the metal on metal screech in the front is back and louder than ever.
Sit on the couch, defeated and this is what I get:
Guess it wasn't such a bad day after all.
Go to pick up prescription the doctor says he called in - nothing at the pharmacy.
Go for a relaxing bike ride on the bike path and a biker coming the opposite direction decides she wants to ride the center of the path, rather than stay on her side. My husband panics and slams on his brakes. I'm right behind him. In my attempts to not slam into him or other bikers I leave flesh on the pavement. First time I've ever screamed curse words at people in a public place before. Start to ride, realize my wheel is crooked, stop to fix it - only to be almost rear ended by another biker behind me.
Finally make it back home, try to take my car out only to realize the metal on metal screech in the front is back and louder than ever.
Sit on the couch, defeated and this is what I get:
Guess it wasn't such a bad day after all.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Willow
Tried lots of names. Some fit so-so, some didn't. Then I said "Willow" and we both said "hmmm." It fit, it was time to stop. Though heaven knows she hasn't - quite the bundle of energy! Our 16-year-old, Chester, lept the gate we have up separating them. He was willing to live and let live until she pounced on his tail - then he spat and smacked her. Poor little thing - she's coming into a household full of grouchy older cats! She consoled herself by climbing up Mr. Ipsissimus and snuffling his ear and chewing his hair.
What's in a name
Here is the newest member of the family. We decided to get a kitten and I went to the Animal Care Hospital of Reynoldsburg. They put me in a room with seven female kittens. Each more gorgeous than the other. I'd decided between two little tortoiseshells - they seemed more aware of me than the other kittens in the room and were not shy. The vet assistant asked "So who is it going to be" and at that moment this little sweetie flung herself in my arms purring madly and climbing up my shirt. The lady laughed and said "I guess that's decided!" It was probably a good choice - the other kitten had a beautiful little face, but was inexperienced with dogs.
Now we've got to decide on a name. Current contenders: Wren, Lucy, Quark, Monet, Banjo, Pica, Misty, Laurel, Gracie and too many to list. Any votes/ideas?
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