A conversation between Baby and my mother, as retold by my mother:

"Is Lindsey here?"
"No. She's at work, sweetheart."
"She. works. HERE!"
"No, honey, she works faraway now. She takes care of mice."
".... I have a mouse!"
"Uh, you do?"
"Yes! Angelina Ballerina!"
"Oh. I know her."
"Yes. So Lindsey work here?"

I miss my little buddy. My sometimes screechy, ( Read more... )

As the numbers in my blood pressure readings inch ever upward, I wonder what the appropriate number is where I can finally say "Dear CRS doctor, you're making me worse. I'll be leaving now."

My regular doctor put me on Apri, which elevated my blood pressure to borderline high. Okay, said the CRS doctor, that's not bad, but we should probably change ( Read more... )

Ever since I graduated, people have told me that when I got my first "real" paycheck, tradition said I should splurge on something for myself. My parents favor the put your first real paycheck toward moving the hell out tradition, but let's ignore that for now. Well, I got my first "real" paycheck. And I splurged, sort of. I used my first "real" ( Read more... )

Gah! I've been tagged -- twice! -- by the "Explain your journal name" thing. Normally I don't go in for all that, but I don't think I've ever explained it here ( Read more... )

P was right. "My Heritage" is an addictive site, if by addictive I am referring to the crack which the researchers are smoking. I tried three pictures, and they all came out with different lists of celebrities I "look like." The  only celebs to show up on more than one list were Jackie O and an Israeli actress named Yael Bar-Zohar, pictured below ( Read more... )

So, I have a job. Weird.

The staffing agency came through. I first heard about the position last Friday. Yesterday, I got a call saying I got the position. Today, I went to sign paperwork. I start Tuesday. Weird.

It's a full time, temp-to-hire animal care/research position at ________ medical school. Basically anything else I can say right now feels ( Read more... )

Is it a bad sign for my parents' marriage that they couldn't spend five minutes discussing their upcoming anniversary? The Monday tell-me-what-you-want deadline came and passed, and they had not talked. It is Wednesday night/Thursday morning as I type this, and they STILL have not talked. Normal couples talk, right? They can discuss important hings ( Read more... )

Babymama and Babydaddy got home at 8 today; Babymama asked me to stay to put the kid to bed while she made their dinner. Snookums was well on her way to dreamyland by about 8:20, 'though neither parent could be bothered to say goodnight. I finished tidying up and hung out in the kitchen with Babymama for a few minutes. It's standard procedure;  I ( Read more... )

My mother and I played hookey from, uh, life yesterday and saw The Da Vinci Code. I hadn't read the book, although I've been keeping up with all of those "Beyond The Da Vinci Code" specials about the Knight Templar.  My mother had read it, which led to a few smugs whispers of "Have you figured it out yet?" during the film and an afternoon of  "Well ( Read more... )

Summer is rapidly approaching. This is the time of year where I start seriously considering the fact that I will be expected to be in a bathing suit in, oh, four weeks. That's a point for my mother, I guess. No matter what my weight,  I've just sucked it up and put on the spandex unitard. Exposing my body to the elements and the public for six ( Read more... )