Word of the week: Craptacular
Feb. 5th, 2009 04:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Well, i missed
cazcatharsis' awesome weekly show cuz..... oh wait - let me back up.
6:30 Wed after work, I go in to my usual place for a massage, Massage Envy. Usually they do a great job - tonight was a different therapist. From the get-go, I wasn't sure about his technique - not that it was bad, but wasn't working for me. THEN, I start feeling pain - like WTF?? Turns out he uses his fingertips for pressure, which means I was getting dug by his fingernails. And since this was at the beginning, there went to whole damn session.
7:45 Ate a decent bite @ Panera while checking mail on my Asus Eee mini-laptop.
8:30 Then went to pick up my son K. 1) came from a different direction than I have before 2) was dark 3) the road-expansion project didn't bother to put barrels to denote the turn-interesection this time. So I turned too soon, thinking I was just going on dirt.
Result? I came to a sudden halt, w/ my entire front end & tires catching air
for 2 hours
8:55 call the ex, explain the sit.
9:25 Ask F to hold onto K & put him to bed, and we were waiting for the police to arrive to stop traffic so dad could try to pull my car-aft back the way I came - which means he could've been T-boned... then possibly a tow-truck, didn't know yet.
F: Why don't we wait a half-hour?
Me: Because at best case, that means K goes to bed an hour and a half past his bedtime. Did you get my email?
F: His report card, something about reading?
Me: Yea - where his test scores indicate he's only doing 34% of where he should be... he obviously needs to get his sleep, since being tired won't help.
F: I dunno - wait, I gotta go, I got a baby crying -click-
So my mom (bless my parents) leaves to get her car, comes back to pick up K, who's passed out, F has to carry him to her car, & he passes out again. In time to come back to the road where the towtruck is trying to line up w/ my car...(I went w/ her, cuz she didn't know where F lives). Even better? 2 - count em - TWO - cars passed me, incl one who also made the turn a bit short, and went down the road F lives (w/o stopping to ask if I needed help of course). Guess what I saw when I arrived @ F's MIL's house?? YUP - the 2 cars... it must've been Bunco night or something...
So 11pm rolls around before my son's in bed. $125 in towing (there goes my cat-deposit refund), and *very* cold feet.
At least massage-induced relaxation didn't go to waste :p
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6:30 Wed after work, I go in to my usual place for a massage, Massage Envy. Usually they do a great job - tonight was a different therapist. From the get-go, I wasn't sure about his technique - not that it was bad, but wasn't working for me. THEN, I start feeling pain - like WTF?? Turns out he uses his fingertips for pressure, which means I was getting dug by his fingernails. And since this was at the beginning, there went to whole damn session.
7:45 Ate a decent bite @ Panera while checking mail on my Asus Eee mini-laptop.
8:30 Then went to pick up my son K. 1) came from a different direction than I have before 2) was dark 3) the road-expansion project didn't bother to put barrels to denote the turn-interesection this time. So I turned too soon, thinking I was just going on dirt.
Result? I came to a sudden halt, w/ my entire front end & tires catching air
for 2 hours
8:55 call the ex, explain the sit.
9:25 Ask F to hold onto K & put him to bed, and we were waiting for the police to arrive to stop traffic so dad could try to pull my car-aft back the way I came - which means he could've been T-boned... then possibly a tow-truck, didn't know yet.
F: Why don't we wait a half-hour?
Me: Because at best case, that means K goes to bed an hour and a half past his bedtime. Did you get my email?
F: His report card, something about reading?
Me: Yea - where his test scores indicate he's only doing 34% of where he should be... he obviously needs to get his sleep, since being tired won't help.
F: I dunno - wait, I gotta go, I got a baby crying -click-
So my mom (bless my parents) leaves to get her car, comes back to pick up K, who's passed out, F has to carry him to her car, & he passes out again. In time to come back to the road where the towtruck is trying to line up w/ my car...(I went w/ her, cuz she didn't know where F lives). Even better? 2 - count em - TWO - cars passed me, incl one who also made the turn a bit short, and went down the road F lives (w/o stopping to ask if I needed help of course). Guess what I saw when I arrived @ F's MIL's house?? YUP - the 2 cars... it must've been Bunco night or something...
So 11pm rolls around before my son's in bed. $125 in towing (there goes my cat-deposit refund), and *very* cold feet.
At least massage-induced relaxation didn't go to waste :p
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Date: 2009-02-05 10:44 pm (UTC)Re: massage therapist...you were getting dug by his nails?! Yucky...I always think anyone in a healthcare role should have nails down to the nub (like mine). I used to work at Kaiser and one of the medical assistants had incredibly long acrylic nails. I got a glimpse of the underside of her nails once and thought I was going to be sick!
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Date: 2009-02-06 02:11 pm (UTC)Ah well - that session was free, and I have another scheduled for Sunday b4 going into guard work. Course, then I won't want to move for my patrol LOL!
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Date: 2009-02-06 01:20 am (UTC)I hope there wasn't any damage to your car. You are right, the boy needs his sleep. Your ex shouldn't make such a big fuss out of it.
Don't worry about betaing 18 unless you just want to. You have enough crap going on without taking on more.
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Date: 2009-02-06 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-06 03:07 pm (UTC)I was just concerned that you would be tooooooo busy with everything going on and didn't want to fret about my stuff.
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Date: 2009-02-06 03:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-06 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-06 02:23 pm (UTC)But it appears no damage to the car, just my pride. And my wallet.