A few nights ago, M and I caught up on a few weeks’ worth of Mad Men, which has got to be one of the best shows to ever air on television. We also watched Glee. Following Glee is the local news. And are they ever trying to scare people into watching.
There is a general concern about the H1N1 ‘Swine’ flu. Apparently it killed a couple ailing people in Mexico. Now, not to be insensitive to those families who lost children, but.
But that was Mexico. No deaths in the US. Or any other advanced nation. I wonder why that is. Couldn’t be the half century advancement in medicine or sanitation, could it?
The news is making this out to be an anthrax scare circa 2002. Better make a kit and have it ready at all times! Have a week’s worth of food around in case of the Rapture. Oh and don’t forget to duct tape your vents in case
Iraqi Afghan Taliban Al Queda mail some all-purpose flour to your local Wal-Mart in Nobody Gives A Shit, USA.
Do people really have no point to their existence unless they fear something?
Quiz: Ferris Bueller, Goonies or Stand By Me?
I totally got 91% on this bad boy.
At around 10:30 this morning, I went under general anesthetic. At 11:11 (a very lucky number) I was awake enough to ask the time. My two wisdom teeth were out and in their places were a pair of chunks of bloody gauze. I was still fading in and out, and my dearly beloved was smiling her beautiful smile, holding back from utterly mocking me in my state.
Recovery has been easy, really. I just sat around watching movies, waiting for numbness to subside enough for me to down some ibuprofen and penicillin. Then yogurt. By the evening, I was up and making dinner for the kids.
It’s not that M wasn’t helpful. She handled Em in all her snotty, cold-laden glory. For me, since I was able to be up and about, following my routines helped distract me from the pain and hunger.
Still, I tried a homemade egg drop soup. Simple and worked okay: 2 cups of chicken stock, 2 lightly beaten eggs, and a bit of salt. Boil the broth, slowly pour in the eggs, gently breaking them up a bit with a fork. Last, add a touch of salt for taste (not that I could taste all that much). Don’t add too much salt, because you don’t want to hide the flavor of the egg. I also want to try adding a bit of ginger next time I have a cold; supposedly that will help.
I was also able to gum down a bit of what I call bachelor chow (a la Futurama). It’s just a pound of ground beef for tacos, with a can of refried beans mixed in at the end. Long-lasting leftovers no one else in the house will touch. I made it in anticipation of my surgery.
Sorry for all the food talk. I got hungry after mandated fasting before the anesthetic, a minimum of six hours. Now I’m waiting to take another dose of preventative penicillin before bed.
Miss Emily is a year and a half as of today. And the dude known as Austin? Just over two weeks until he’s six. 6. My oh my.
Pictures from August 27th. Before the summer ended, we had Cousin stay over for a few days.
Cousin reading a book before naptime.