Clonipin, wine and Sergio

I have one sick little girl on my hands. I feel bad, and I'm really hoping that she doesn't have the nasty flu that I've heard about. Fortunately, Hubby was able to stay home with her today so I could go to work today. I was off yesterday to take Hub to The Big City again and I would've hated to be off again today.

The trip into the Big City was a nightmare. They were probably the hardest hit from the snowstorm over the weekend, at least in this area they were, and yesterday having been Tuesday, there was still a crapload of snow there. The normal 45 minute commute from where I live to the Big City was over 3 hours. Thank God I had my one-hitter and some incense, cuz my ass got high all the way down there. (I know, I'm bad, driving and smoking, yeah, yeah, yeah...). Hubby wouldn't smoke seeing as they were going to look into his eyes and all. Besides, he hasn't been smoking as long as me (I started way back in 1986, Hub just started within the last 2-3 years), and he still has that whole paranoid "I don't want anyone to know I smoke" thing going on. Like the doctor is going to have him arrested or something. But I wouldn't be surprised if the weed affected his eyes enough to fuck up the exam. Anyway, we finally got to the hospital over an hour late, and after we made up our own special parking spot in the teeny little parking lot (if you know the eye & ear hospital in the city I'm talking about--and it probably isn't too hard to figure that out--imagine the little parking lot in the middle of St****w Dr. full of fucking snow. Nightmare), we flew up to his doctor and the guy actually saw us, an hour and fifteen minutes late. I figured since we were so late, we'd end up just rescheduling. But they're cool there. What amazes me is the age of the doctor's there. Doogie Fucking Howser. The guy who saw Hub yesterday, a specialist (neuro-opthamalogist--that's like a specialist specialist) and if he was my age, I'd be surprised.

The trip home was quick. We went to the mall and did some Christmas shopping. Finally. We got most of the boys' stuff and plus "our Christmas present to each other". Hub's idea. A new 20 inch tv and a vcr/dvd combo. That and the fact that Hubby just hooked the cable in our room up two or three weeks ago has turned our bedroom into Hub's dream. It's nice. I don't fall asleep on the living room couch anymore.

Tonight is Butthead's first wrestling meet. Hub went with Beavis and his younger daughter (not Hilda). I'm staying home and missing my Weight Watchers meeting. Because my little girlie girl is ill. The shit we give up for our kids. I have to go to Weight Watchers tomorrow instead, I can't blow off the whole week. Last week I was 1 pound away from losing 75 pounds. Ain't that some shit? I'm psyched for the family Christmas get together this year, most of my cousins haven't seen me since last year. I love the reaction I get from people who haven't seen me since I lost weight. It's great.

Wow. I just read over that last paragraph and it was very grammatically incorrect. Nothing was related to the first line. Oh well. What the fuck. Most of my paragraphs are probably that way. It's been a long ass time since I was in school.

Still no Googles. Here's more fodder for the Google set:

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oh yeah and it's "George Clinton" not "Geoege Clinton". Cripes.

Oh my gosh! I almost forgot! Back in like my first entry, I wrote about this guy who I deal with at work named Sergio. Yum. My girlfriend, Gina, was working at my desk last Saturday. Sergio was supposed to come in to sign some papers, and I left Gina a note, and as an aside I asked her to find out where he's from cuz I dig his accent. Yah. (Gina's a married with kids & step kids pothead like me. She's great, I love her to death). She found out he's from Colombia. At first when she asked him where he's from, he said "Latin America". Mmmmmm, fuck me now, okay? She had to probe a bit, and finally told him she was asking for me cuz I like his accent. So, MOnday I was at work and who called for me--Sergio! Yikes! I couldn't take the call and I was so pissed, but I was busy with other business and my manager handled it. He told her he was just checking to see that I'd gotten something, but I wonder if maybe he wasn't calling on a personal level. Which is cool but not cool. Like, why couldn't this shit have happened to me when I was single? Anyway, I'm going to have to call him tomorrow, what torture. I'll have to listen to that incredibly sexy accent and if he thinks I'm into him and he's into me, holy shit. I'll get myself all worked up and have to go home and fuck the shit out of Hubby. Monday, I imagined he was Sergio while we were falling asleep. But, at least I'm there with him and content about it. Never mind what goes on in my head!

Okay. Long enough. I've got some clonipin inside me and a glass of wine and I'mgoing to put the kiddos to bed and enjoy the buzz. BA-BYE!

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