August 11, 2007
Bad luck, that is. Or more likely, lessons. I have a rash. It's on my arms, feet, legs, hips, tatas, and butt. I have no idea what it is...but it itches like hell and doesn't look much better. I'm beginning to wonder if I am now allergic to amoxicillin, but I can't remember whether the rash or the drug started first. Not to mention that I'm having no problems breathing. At least it's not on my face, KNOCK ON WOOD, THANK YOU GOD! Yes, Lord, if you're reading this, I truly am thankful that it's not on EVERY part of my body, and therefore You need afflict me no further. We will see if Claritin can give me some relief, so that I can cease looking like a chimpanzee infested with fleas.
The A/C is fixed. At least, I think it is. G thought it was fixed last night, and instructed me on his way out that I could close the windows and turn it on, once I got home from work. I did. It was 83 degrees in the house, and hardly any air, let alone cool air, came from the vents. After an hour or so, I gave up. As Nathan and Kim can attest, it was doing nothing. It was so nice outside last night that I was actually cold this morning. We never sleep with the windows open. I mean, this is probably the second time this year that we have, thanks to my daughter's severe allergies in the spring and summer. We pretty much climate control to try to keep out as much pollen as possible. It was nice to be lulled to sleep by the cricket songs and breeze, but I woke up frequently from all the "strange" sounds. Not to mention that G came home at God-knows-what-time, and proceeded to try to work on the A/C some more at 3:40 this morning. I was a bit less than pleased, and instructed him to head to bed to preserve his health. Did I mention that I had to get up and go to work this morning? At least it was Courtney's turn to go to Starbucks, so I could sleep in an extra 15 minutes. Anyway, the A/C is supposed to be fixed now, but G is still working on the outside unit. It's cruddy, badly in need of a thorough scrub. Kinda like my car, which I would clean, but G is using the hose. I think I'll visit the carwash instead.
Ah, but there is swimming and cookout at my mom's this evening, and passionfruit mojitos, too. It don't get much better than that. And Mom's has plenty of A/C.
Happy weekend.
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Thursday, August 30, 2007
Archives-Melissa's Luck is Rubbing Off On Me 8/10/2007
August 10, 2007
First the whole wisdom tooth thing, this week. I'm still not over it...it still hurts like hell and ibuprofen is my only friend right now. Not to mention that I've been dwelling on having them removed, which will have to occur within the next month or so. I have already expressed that if I could trade this for another surgery, I would...but I need to just suck it up and get over it. At least I will only have to go through it once, and then I won't have to worry about the little bastards anymore.
So, I was just thinking, man, it's hot in my kitchen, which doesn't make sense because the only thing going is the crock pot, and that doesn't put off much heat. A few minutes later, I picked up the baby to change him, and he was all sweaty. So on my way to the changing table, I glanced at the thermostat. 78 degrees. Hmm, that's funny, it's set on 75. Maybe even 74. I felt the vent, which was barely putting out any air at all, and it was barely cool. I called G at work, who instructed me how to take apart the A/C unit to see if it was frozen and whether the filter needs to be changed. It was, and it does. SIGH. Since I am not willing to turn on the heater, and can't possibly stand in the basement holding a hair dryer to it for an hour, what with all these kids running amok, I'm forced to let it melt on its own...and suffer in the process. And G couldn't understand why I was irritated that he removed the light (just a drop light) from the utility side of the basement, thereby enabling me to see NOTHING. I had to use one of those stupid flashlights that you shake...ever seen one of those? They put out maybe one candle's worth of light after you shake it for 40 minutes. Ok, so I'm exaggerating, but I have learned two things today...I should probably put "change the filter" on my calendar, the first day of each month. And I should probably also go BACK to the Target and pick up a big box fan and a decent flashlight. This is a good excuse for me to go shopping, right?
I was JUST thinking how grateful I am to have air conditioning. At least we have ceiling fans in most rooms downstairs. At least it's not a 100 degree day today, only 91. At least the entire unit's not broken, forcing me to spend thousands. And at least I get to go to work tonight. I already called my mom and told her she'll probably want to take the kids to her house tonight. Ah, modern conveniences. It's so hard to imagine life without them, isn't it?
First the whole wisdom tooth thing, this week. I'm still not over it...it still hurts like hell and ibuprofen is my only friend right now. Not to mention that I've been dwelling on having them removed, which will have to occur within the next month or so. I have already expressed that if I could trade this for another surgery, I would...but I need to just suck it up and get over it. At least I will only have to go through it once, and then I won't have to worry about the little bastards anymore.
So, I was just thinking, man, it's hot in my kitchen, which doesn't make sense because the only thing going is the crock pot, and that doesn't put off much heat. A few minutes later, I picked up the baby to change him, and he was all sweaty. So on my way to the changing table, I glanced at the thermostat. 78 degrees. Hmm, that's funny, it's set on 75. Maybe even 74. I felt the vent, which was barely putting out any air at all, and it was barely cool. I called G at work, who instructed me how to take apart the A/C unit to see if it was frozen and whether the filter needs to be changed. It was, and it does. SIGH. Since I am not willing to turn on the heater, and can't possibly stand in the basement holding a hair dryer to it for an hour, what with all these kids running amok, I'm forced to let it melt on its own...and suffer in the process. And G couldn't understand why I was irritated that he removed the light (just a drop light) from the utility side of the basement, thereby enabling me to see NOTHING. I had to use one of those stupid flashlights that you shake...ever seen one of those? They put out maybe one candle's worth of light after you shake it for 40 minutes. Ok, so I'm exaggerating, but I have learned two things today...I should probably put "change the filter" on my calendar, the first day of each month. And I should probably also go BACK to the Target and pick up a big box fan and a decent flashlight. This is a good excuse for me to go shopping, right?
I was JUST thinking how grateful I am to have air conditioning. At least we have ceiling fans in most rooms downstairs. At least it's not a 100 degree day today, only 91. At least the entire unit's not broken, forcing me to spend thousands. And at least I get to go to work tonight. I already called my mom and told her she'll probably want to take the kids to her house tonight. Ah, modern conveniences. It's so hard to imagine life without them, isn't it?
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