Quiet

Oops things went a bit quiet around here didn't they? Well, that's because I'm busy job hunting. Yes, I want to get back in the saddle and have a life again.

So, what do you want to be when you grow up? I have no fucking idea. I envy those people who figured it out and pursued that choice. But, at the same time I wonder. I wonder did they really or do they just present that as fact. I don't know. So off I go floundering around. At least it feels that way.

So I'm doing what I did the last time I looked for a job and the time before that and the time before that. Applying for everything that's out there because it's a numbers game.

Today I applied (amongst other positions)for a school bus driver position.

Because it made me laugh.

Watch them call me!

My daddy is my hero

My dad is going to be 75 next month. He is my hero.

Today he stopped by. He told me "I had a nightmare last night"

"Really?, I didn't know you had nightmares dad"

"Yeah, well if I get too hot, I'll have a nightmare. Mom had the heating blanket on last night. It got too hot"

"What was your nightmare?"

"Oh the one I always have."

"I didn't know you had a reoccurring nightmare, dad."

"Yeah, it's always the same. I get on a red eye plane to go to some city. Now the city isn't always the same. But I always know what city I'm in. Last night it was New York. I get off the plane and I get a map and I have to go to this building. I can't really read the map and I start asking people on the street to help me. Last night this guy helped me. He said oh yeah I know where that is follow me. And so I followed him for a few blocks and then he says I have to go this way now but you just keep going straight. Look for the red building and that's it. So he goes off and I take two steps and damned if I'm not instantly lost again. I went a ways but, they must have painted the building white or something because I never found the red one."

"Damn dad, are you serious?" and yes my mouth is hanging open.

"Yeah"

"Are the dreams really vivid?"

"Oh yeah, like I'm there."

"Sounds like a travel log rather than a nightmare. What exactly makes it a nightmare?"

"Well I'm all stressed out trying to find the building a I wake up with my heart beating fast."


So my dad has anxiety ridden travel log nightmares. If he could get the fear factor under control, he could be traveling all over the place for free. But, I could tell this isn't exactly a fun thing for him.

I have nightmares. I can't usually remember a damned thing but the stupid fear. I wake up scared shitless but hell if I can remember why.

Or I'll wake up and have a sense that I dreamed but, I don't know what about. Sometimes I can remember. Usually then I wish I didn't.

And sometimes I dream and it's obvious that I'm just trying to work something out. The dream makes sense and I know what it is about.

Directions For Injections

Directions For Injections:

Patient drops pants
Nurse grabs lush juicy butt and makes skin taunt
Nurse swipes area with disinfectant pad
Nurse tosses needle into flesh like a dart
Nurse injects meds
Nurse pulls needle out
Nurse places on band aide (I always protest but, one gets put on anyway)
Patient pulls up pants

Bye bye

Now I need to give directions for injections because yesterday I got my Lupron shot and it hurt like a son of a bitch because the male nurse I had didn't do it right. He tried to slide the needle in. OUCH! It doesn't work that way. I said "Dude, what the hell are you doing, trying to cannulate my butt?" He says "sorry this is a rather ouchy shot" I said "no, you are not doing it right" He didn't say anything else. After I pulled up my pants I looked at him and said "no, no you don't try and slide the needle in like setting up an IV you have to toss it in like a dart". He still didn't say anything. So I looked at him some more and did the Donald Trump, pointing at him with my index finger I said "You're Fired!" and left.

This Sucks

The time change sucks. I don't care which one we are on, just leave it alone. Which is why I'm still up. I'm all screwed up on the sleeping now.

Life has enough change in it. Why the hell do we create it for ourselves?

Fuckers.

That's all I have to say on the matter.

What the....

I stole this from a Face Book post. Couldn't help myself. The sound effects killed me!

This is either:

A. Alternative to cosmetic surgery

B. Truly a miraculous break through that eliminates the need for dieting

C. A cure for breast cancer

D. All of the above

And I swear right around the one minute mark it sounds like he says "boobzilla"

Treading water

Ever feel like you are moving like crazy but getting no where? What is that? Seems like I have been busy lately but not accomplishing anything. Well, crap.

So today I slayed the laundry dragon and peeled more wallpaper. My car is out of commission but, I should have it back tomorrow. Along with a repair bill.

Oh life's so fun at times.

I'm going to make a list. A list of things I want to get done. And things I have to do. I've done this in the past and then when I mark them off, I can "feel" like I got something accomplished.

Hopefully this will help.

MUGA shots

That's me. My arms are over my head resting on a pillow. And it's cold in there so those are heated blankets.


My dad wiggled his Iphone so you could tell this was a video!

Here are my MUGA shots.

Yes that's me in the amazing MUGA machine. They let my dad come in for the scan. Actually Chris had said he wanted to watch and I told the tech and she was very accommodating but, then Chris decided not to and my dad grab the opportunity. And of course took pictures. Because that is what us parents do. We take pictures of our kids.

The video is actually a video. That is about as riveting as a MUGA scan gets. And that is how loud it is too. Can't hear a thing.

They basically position the scan thing and let it scan. So very little moving parts to it all. AND I'm assuming the radiation levels, if any are very low because my dad was right next to me in a chair.

Anyway, I'm sure my heart function is fine because they didn't whisk me away in an ambulance to the hospital when it was done.