Not sure what happened today...
I had written a nice long (happy) post, and I clicked publish and it never showed up, and then I got error messages about the server being down all day. Seems my post vanished into the ether.
Anyone else having problems?

Bummer.

Oh well.

I will re-type one little tidbit though-
Since people seem to be sharing recipes lately, I have one:
Our once-a-year decadent christmas morning breakfast is french toast- made with angel food cake instead of bread.

mmm-mmm-good...

Ok first off, I promise that one of these days I will post something nice and happy, and not me whining about boys or bitching about work, or telling depressing stories.
Believe it or not, I AM a pretty happy person.

But not quite yet, I have part two of the last story.

But before I get into it- I'm totally serious when I ask if anyone can recommend a decent place for christmas eve dinner. I refuse to believe that EVERY restaurant in town is closed... And my mom is basically refusing to cook for all of us since I don't have a dishwasher, and it's not Her Kitchen. And god knows I'm not up for it- I barely have the energy to get out of bed these days. (on that note- I was at work from 7am til 11pm today. have to be back at 7 tomorrow- until noon ON WEDNESDAY. Another 7-? day thurs. and 7-noon on sat, fri. I added it up- I worked 100hr last week. Which is illegal, but whatever... At least I'm off christmas day.. Not sure when I think christmas cookies/christmas cards/laundry/wrapping presents/grocery shopping/sheet-changing/house-cleaning/tree decorating is going to happen. Not to mention studying. ack.)

But just to add insult to injury about my last horrible story...

So when I got into work this AM, I learned that a pregnant lady had come in the night before. She had found out by ultrasound a while ago that her baby has a problem- basically all its intestines are on the outside. It's not a GOOD problem to have, but it's fixable. But so this lady was in town visiting from Boston. And she went into labor, 6 weeks too early. Sucks to be having a baby with a problem, extra-sucks to be having it prematurely, and super-sucks to be having it away from home and away from your doctors. So the baby was born this morning, and everyone was there waiting to rush it to the operating room to fix the intestines. Well to make matters worse, half the intestines were dead, and had to be removed. (that is not good, and makes the problem MUCH more serious and dangerous and reduces the baby's chances of surviving)

And the punchline- why was she visiting from Boston? For the funeral of the little organ-donor girl the other night. It was her cousin.

I mean how many more things can go wrong for this poor family... I wonder when they'll be struck by lightning.

I hope they win the lottery next week.

Ok, next post will be happier i promise.
Now off to bed!

night peeps.

-J

Jesus. I want to cry...
So there was a nasty car accident a few days ago- car lost control on black ice and crossed the divider and hit an SUV head on. Mom and two daughters. Three year old girl broke her neck [the xrays are sickening]. She was declared brain dead (which means dead) a few days later. In the midst of the horrible grief (and mom reportedly being at ECMC in a coma and the sister in surgery for a broken leg) they have to ask the family about organ donation. At least some other life can come out of this horrible death, I guess. But so tonight I got the call at 1:30 am "hey want to come help out with a case?" "yeah sure, who needs sleep?" So I just spent the last 3 hours 'harvesting' [what an awful word] the organs of this tiny little girl, along with a team from Canada who was going to take the heart to Calgary. Kidneys going to NYC, and corneas and some other tissue going elsewhere. Unfortunately they couldn't use the liver or lungs or pancreas, which is a shame since you rarely see organs so young and healthy- no diabetes, no obesity, no smoking, no clogged arteries, etc.
And to make it worse the people here know her, from when her sister was sick last year- they say she was just so adorable and would come visit her big sister every single day... and the family is so nice... And the clincher- they were on their way to the mall to buy her some toys- to celebrate the fact that her adoption papers had gone through, and she was now officially a sister. And she fucking dies the same day.

(moment of silence for poor thing)

So before you all go slit your wrists, I will completely change the subject and leave you with a question:
My parents are coming to visit for christmas, and have proposed going out to dinner for Christmas Eve. Hutch's and Left Bank are closed.
Anyone have any recommendations for a nice place eat that might actually be open that night?? Thanks...

Have fun at the party everyone....
Wish I could come and meet some of alls y'alls.
(wow, the new orleansisms come out at the oddest times)

Alas, I am sitting in my little hole praying that no one crashes their car or gets stabbed or burned or is involved in any other sort of unfortunate event that will keep me up all night. :)

Would much rather be out socializing, but oh well...

So have fun, and congrats to everyone that just finished finals.

-J

I swear you would think I'm in high school if you could see the thoughts that go through my head. I'm not sure I think about much beside boys these days. It's pathetic. I think my (younger) sister getting married before me has freaked me out more than I realized. not to mention going to my ex's wedding.

But help me out here girls (and guys I guess)
This is my wish list.
Am I really asking THAT much?
(well the answer is yes. I want mr. wonderful, and I won't settle)

30ish
smart
funny
professional
attractive enough
similar values to mine
SINGLE.
As in NEVER MARRIED.
And not currently dating someone. (you'd think that's a no-brainer, but it's not).
And for god's sake, no kids.
Call me a bitch, but I do not ever want to be a stepmother or a second wife. I don't want to deal with your baggage. I will marry once, forever. Personally I think being divorced shows poor judgment on your part- you married the wrong person- should have known better. [yeah yeah flame away].
Preferably non-smoker.
Preferably non-religious.
Preferably graduate-degreed, but definitely college-degreed.
And call me shallow, but I WILL judge you by your shoes. ;)

(and I wonder why I'm single, with a laundry list like that!)

AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrGGGGGGGGGGGGGhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I am SO FUCKING SICK of being treated like shit and not respected/appreciated.

Are ALL boys (I refuse to call them men) assholes, or just the ones I date?
I'm really losing faith here.

Grrrrrrrrrrr.

Off to cry myself to sleep.
a-GAIN.

Testing

Ok, I'm sorry, I'm not usually this much of a sap, but-

Ok I retract that statement since it is a huge lie. I am definitely a sap.

But in any case, I couldn't not post this picture.

Is it just me or is this freaking adorable?

This was totally spontaneous and un-staged, as my sister and her brand-new husband walked out of the church.

awwwwww

I have plenty of silly pet peeves, as I imagine we all do.
Pardon me while I share two that get me steamed:

1: People who insist on taking the elevator DOWN ONE floor. Particularly when the stairs are nearby, and clearly marked. I don't really support taking the elevator UP one floor, but DOWN is inexcusable (for an able-bodied person. Note: "fat" does not mean you are not "able-bodied".) Sometimes I can't find the stairs, and I have to take the elevator one floor. I always feel guilty as I push that button, and mumble an apology. But once I was at work, trying to get the hell out after a loooong day, and was going from 10 to 1. The elevator was crowded, stopping on every floor, and generally irritating. Then some 350-pound bitch royale wedges herself into the crowd, and pushes the button to go down one floor. Some housekeeper friend of hers called her out, saying 'you did NOT just take the elevator down one floor!' and she responded "girl! They don't PAY me enough to take the stairs." I had no idea stair-walking merits extra wages.
And recently I was on the second floor, waiting for an elevator going up. And there was a guy there, practically leaning on the door to the stairs, waiting to go down. And he bitched about how long it was taking. So I kindly pointed out the stairs, and he said "oh I don't walk down stairs, I don't, you know, want to get assaulted." Right. He was a huge thuggish guy. I don't think anyone is going to assault him between the first and second floors of a children's hospital. Call me naive.

2: Jackasses that insist on backing into parking spaces, especially in a garage, especially when there is a line of cars waiting to park. I just don't get the point. Ok, so you can get out of work 0.5 seconds faster that way. But really... Is it THAT difficult and off-putting to have to back out of a parking space? I still think it takes less time to just back out like a normal person than to do this ridiculous ten-point-turn, shitty backing-in parking job, that is usually too close to a line, making the neighboring space unusable. Fine, sometimes in a parking lot there's no one on the other side and you can pull through so you can drive straight out. I don't have a problem with that. But i have seen some people so nuts about parking "face out" that they even do it at the grocery store. It's fun loading groceries into a car with the trunk facing in, don't you think?

Ok, so I'm a little cranky. I was supposed to be off work at 9am (started at 6am yesterday), but didn't get out til 11:45. And I witnessed both of these egregious transgressions in the process of trying to get the hell home.

And you know, I was going to apologize for offending anyone that may engage in these acts, but you know what? I do NOT apologize at all. You should be ashamed of yourselves.

Time for some hot cocoa and tivo to let my blood pressure go down. ;) Have a good day, peeps!

So once again my inability to say no to social opportunities and skills as a master procrastinator came out tonight...
I am working tomorrow. All my friends are going to the Bills/Pats game. I've never been to a game, I wish I could go. I console myself by knowing that at least I won't be freezing my ass off all day.
But so I was planning to have a nice quiet, early night tonight. Was all set to go get a christmas tree, then come home, make some mulled cider, play christmas carols and Get Festive, Dammit!
But first we had to eat something.
So we went to colter bay. Planned to wolf down a quick burger, then get to the serious work at hand.
But I saw a hummer limo parked outside- thought that might mean that the Santa Pub Crawl (including my ex) might be nearby. (I know they are out tonight.)
So we were eating at the bar, and this guy asks my friend where a good place is to go out. And I hear his accent and look over and see the Pats jersey, and have to ask where he's from. As I suspected, they were a bunch of good old RI boys in town for the game.
So we decided the tree can wait, and they bought us beers and sambuca and entertained us thoroughly for a few few hours. All the rhode island talk nearly made me homesick.
Fortunately my friend was there to keep me from going to frizzy's to say hi to the santas. My dignity thanks her. So will I when my alarm goes off in the AM, and I do not have a hangover.
So now it's off to bed.
Night everyone.
Enjoy your saturday night.