Welcome home, little fighter

August 18th, 2003, 9:26 PM by Goddess

Rejected title: Not-so-mundane Monday anymore

I won’t provide any spoilers in the “Freddy vs. Jason” battle, so go spend the nine bucks yourself. 🙂 But I loved it, minus being annoyed by Kelly Rowland the entire two hours. And they showed a lot of titties — every time one of them died, I had to say, “What a waste of implants.”

The quote of the night comes from Freddy, when he finally killed Kelly. (Yes!) “How sweet — dark meat!” (For those of you who remember the “fresh meat” quote from several years back.) lol

In real-life battles, we learned today that baby Alex might get to go home tomorrow. Shan has been practically living at the hospital, so her mom called to fill me in. Things were very rocky for the past week — the baby’s veins in her head shut down, so they had to hook up an I.V. to her head. But ever the trouper (this is the kid who peed on her first X-Ray), she ripped out the I.V. cords. Shan’s mom noted that there was obviously no switching her at birth with another baby — she’s definitely gotten Shan’s fire. 🙂

But all in all, Shan has been getting training from the nurses about caring for the little one at home. If they both make it through tonight with no problems, then Alex goes on her way in her $250 specialized carseat for little squirts like herself. She’s lost some weight — down to 4.6 pounds — but they all think she’s getting stronger. And apparently she’s the loudest one in the NICU — every time Shan walks through the doors, it’s her little one who’s hollering for attention.

I had given Shan a cool kids’ book on a caterpillar who turns into a butterfly. It’s even got a silky caterpillar running through the center of the entire book. (Thank you, Reader’s Digest, for sending me the book to review in a scholarly publication. WTF? Ha ha) Shan’s mom says she reads the book to Alex over and over, and Alex has proclaimed it as her favorite storytime reading material. 🙂

At any rate, *whew.* I’ve been worried about the girls. I can only imagine how overloaded Shan’s circuits are right now, but I am just so glad to have an update. Shan’s mom will be in town on the 27th of this month, and she’s all about gettin’ the baby shower set up during that time. I am thinking the 28th will work fine, given that we actually get the paper to bed at a decent hour that day. *knocks on wood — no wood available — using head instead.*



Mundane Monday

August 18th, 2003, 1:42 PM by Goddess

Y’know, I’m poor right now, so I am careful with my money (until Friday, when the beloved payday — even with the furloughed hours — arrives). So I went to (dread) Burger King for a sammitch.

I got into the drive-thru line, and I had to commend them for desigining the line so well that you simply cannot get pissed off and drive away before reaching the windows. There I sat for 15 minutes, behind four cars, waiting for hell to freeze over. Several times, I thought, fuck it, I’m outta here. But then, I didn’t see how my beloved Samantha Jones could possibly climb over the festive landscaping of rocks, mulch and huge-ass bushes. Oh, and then there was that curb thingy too. 🙂

So of course I sat smoking and inhaling fumes from the Nissan in front of me, only to pull up to the window. The guy said, “$4.60” which I repeated back to him. He nodded. So I gave him exact change. He ended up looking at me funny, going to the register, and giving me change. I looked confused, and he said, “Four Seech-TEEEN.” *scream*

Why do I keep torturing myself at drive-thrus around here? Why don’t I just fucking learn how to cook? Why waste my money and my time on these horrible experiences? But at least they got the food right — a real rarity for them. Bleah.

Speaking of paying to scream

In better news, I’m goin’ with my blogbuddies Shawn, Scott and Dave to see “Freddy Vs. Jason.”.

I am a huge “Nightmare on Elm Street” fan, so I am already pullin’ for Freddy. But it’s like there’s something missing from the pic already — I just hope there are some special cameos from some of our other favorite slashers, or at least a “Killer Tomato” or two. And wouldn’t it be darling if we found out that “Chucky” was one of their sons? Heh.