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Ah, the prodigal daughter....
I just feel like updating, I suppose. Several things are newsworthy this edition. First and foremost, Lance came in third place in the Shiver competition!!!! We all feel that he was brutally robbed, though; He and several other people. The girl who won in his division was sorely lacking in anything resembling talent, although she was tan and had a nice rack. We're thinking those were pre-requisites that they failed to mention. The girl who came in ahead of him was good. I would have been okay if she had come in first. I believe that I mentioned to Kenny during one of the breaks that the entire ordeal was the "most dazzling tribute to mediocrity since the last American Idol competition". Let us simply say that I was not a popular girl amongst the adoring parents sitting within earshot of me. I'm sorry, but when I have to spend 4 hours watching people with no more acting talent than a Hilton sister and about as much class, the few people who truly belong are a breath of fresh air... which I may have mentioned... loudly. Lance was brilliant, though. Oh, and this little 8-year-old girl. She was green, but very impressive for her age. Most of the little kids chose one of two monologues: The one about their mother dying of cancer or the one about their cat getting euthanized. Chipper stuff. We went to dinner with Lance's family following the "competition" and then headed home.
In other news, Target sucks. Big time. Not for the reasons which I've shared in previous posts, but for many new and unpleasant ones. I had to make three tries at producing a urine sample for a post-injury drug test... we can start with that. The reason for this bright spot of sunshine in my day today was that they wouldn't buy me a bottle of benadryl during an allergic reaction to the popcorn that someone burned at Food Ave., so I had to use valuable time to call the Medicorp Target number to get permission to do whatever it was that I was going to do next. I would have been written up otherwise. It took so long to talk to the woman, get my mother to leave work to take me to the Allergist (I wasn't allowed to drive), and fill out workers' comp paperwork that I was struggling to speak properly and my nose started to bleed. I probably should have used my epi-pen, but the thought of doing so is terrifying. By the time I got to the allergist, my lip was swollen at the bottom and I sounded like Thelma Bouvier. They pumped me full of prednisone, which I was already taking lower doses of because I have a respiratory infection and my lungs sound like shit. I also had to have a breathing treatment and a huge dose of benadryl. It sucked so bad. They wanted me to submit to a drug test within 24 hours because that is their policy, but I had a bitch of a time producing a sizeable sample because of all the prednisone in my system. Crazy crap.
On the bright side, Lance made an excellent dinner tonight of sauteed asparagus, couscous, and steak. Good times. I made an awesome pumpkin pie for tomorrow, totally dairy free. Also, I finally decided on what I want my Ipod engraving to say.
It's always nice to end on a good note.
I just feel like updating, I suppose. Several things are newsworthy this edition. First and foremost, Lance came in third place in the Shiver competition!!!! We all feel that he was brutally robbed, though; He and several other people. The girl who won in his division was sorely lacking in anything resembling talent, although she was tan and had a nice rack. We're thinking those were pre-requisites that they failed to mention. The girl who came in ahead of him was good. I would have been okay if she had come in first. I believe that I mentioned to Kenny during one of the breaks that the entire ordeal was the "most dazzling tribute to mediocrity since the last American Idol competition". Let us simply say that I was not a popular girl amongst the adoring parents sitting within earshot of me. I'm sorry, but when I have to spend 4 hours watching people with no more acting talent than a Hilton sister and about as much class, the few people who truly belong are a breath of fresh air... which I may have mentioned... loudly. Lance was brilliant, though. Oh, and this little 8-year-old girl. She was green, but very impressive for her age. Most of the little kids chose one of two monologues: The one about their mother dying of cancer or the one about their cat getting euthanized. Chipper stuff. We went to dinner with Lance's family following the "competition" and then headed home.
In other news, Target sucks. Big time. Not for the reasons which I've shared in previous posts, but for many new and unpleasant ones. I had to make three tries at producing a urine sample for a post-injury drug test... we can start with that. The reason for this bright spot of sunshine in my day today was that they wouldn't buy me a bottle of benadryl during an allergic reaction to the popcorn that someone burned at Food Ave., so I had to use valuable time to call the Medicorp Target number to get permission to do whatever it was that I was going to do next. I would have been written up otherwise. It took so long to talk to the woman, get my mother to leave work to take me to the Allergist (I wasn't allowed to drive), and fill out workers' comp paperwork that I was struggling to speak properly and my nose started to bleed. I probably should have used my epi-pen, but the thought of doing so is terrifying. By the time I got to the allergist, my lip was swollen at the bottom and I sounded like Thelma Bouvier. They pumped me full of prednisone, which I was already taking lower doses of because I have a respiratory infection and my lungs sound like shit. I also had to have a breathing treatment and a huge dose of benadryl. It sucked so bad. They wanted me to submit to a drug test within 24 hours because that is their policy, but I had a bitch of a time producing a sizeable sample because of all the prednisone in my system. Crazy crap.
On the bright side, Lance made an excellent dinner tonight of sauteed asparagus, couscous, and steak. Good times. I made an awesome pumpkin pie for tomorrow, totally dairy free. Also, I finally decided on what I want my Ipod engraving to say.
It's always nice to end on a good note.