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And I'm back. The Smoodge had a ...get this... Laparoscopic Cholecystectomy on Tuesday, so needless to say the last couple of days have been a bit uncharacteristic. I apologize. We'll figure out some way to pay for your therapy later. So yeah, she had her gall bladder removed. How random is that? Threw all the nurses and hospital staff off, that's for sure. But no matter, she's home now, she's well, and she's gall bladder free. I'm trying to work up the energy to tell you the story, but I've had to tell it so many times today I kind of am sick of it. So here's a short version... or my ATTEMPT at a short version: The Smoodge had her gall bladder taken out Tuesday. The end. How was that for short? Hehe, kidding, okay, for real: She went into the hospital Tuesday morning to have her gall bladder removed. After the surgery, the surgeon came out and told me that there was some 'material' on her gall bladder that had suggested previous inf...

Tomorrow morning I take The Smoodge in for surgery. She's not even 20 months old, and she's going to have her gall bladder removed. As well as the stones it's encasing. So now I've got to spend the next 13.5 hours trying to stay busy, because if I stop for a second and think about what is about to happen, I may very well freak out. And you won't like me when I freak out. *sigh

...if someone is REALLY out to get you. And I'm pretty sure they are. All of them. They call themselves co-workers, but I actually think they might be part of a larger alien conspiracy in which they try to see how far they can push me before I climb on the roof and pick them off with a sniper rifle as they head out for lunch. Warning to the aliens: I'm almost to that point.

To start this awesome Monday, I awoke to the beginning of uterine hell. I hate that, but thought to myself, Self, you can work through this. And I did, and had even begun to enjoy my day despite all that....that...punishment for being a woman. So I head to work, drop off The Smoodge, and stop at a gas station for a soda. As I got out, I realized the idiot next to me in a Toyota 4runner is parked at a weird angle. Now, I parked far enough over that if he were even the slightest bit capable of operating a motor vehicle, he could have backed out without hitting me. But being as leery as I am of mankind and their capabilities to use cognitive thought, I went ahead and memorized his license plate number. Walk to the door, smile at the older gentleman and his about 10 year old son as I walk inside, get my soda, begin to pay. Right after I slide my card, the Harley rider that was parked in the spot on the OTHER side of the 4runner comes in and says, hey, that guy in the SUV just hit t...

1. Baking is harder than it looks. Hard=sucks. 2. There is a right and wrong way to use an electric mixer. By the looks of my kitchen wall, I apparently only know the wrong way. 3. Don't eat the batter. 4. Egg yolk is slippery stuff. 5. 'Finely grated carrots' does not mean use baby carrots to grate. 6. Also, graters are sharp. The missing skin on my knuckles is a testament to that. I may add more as I think of them. I've got to go clean up after my baking fiasco. As well as write a letter to the frozen food people praising their ingenious. A baker/cook I am not.

I was without The Smoodge today, and I accomplished quite a bit. Washed my car (it's so SHINY now!), got my oil changed (only 2,000 miles late), got new brake pads (but still need new rotors), got my inspection updated, registered my vehicle, took a shower, went grocery shopping, and watched the last weeks worth of Young and the Restless. I don't think I accomplished that much at work this past week. As much as I get done without her, with everything I did I thought about how absent she was during those activities. Especially at the grocery store, because we go grocery shopping together every weekend. We have a routine on the weekends. Saturday morning we sleep in, then head over to Wal -Mart, have breakfast at the McDonald's there (always, always ALWAYS a bad idea to grocery store when hungry on a budget...always), then do the shopping, me pushing the cart, her standing in the basket dodging the frozen foods I toss in while either waving Miss America style to everyo...

That's what this post is. Because I won't have anything worth blogging about until this afternoon. And no I won't tell you why. I don't want to explain it twice. So instead, I'll leave you with these awesome pictures that fell victim to photobombers. Which is the most awesome past time ever. Yes, I'm aware that the layout is jacked. This is me, NOT CARING.