You'll be okay, Follow Your Heart

Wow, I had forgotten how long it had been since I've updated this blog. So much has been going on that I have no idea where the time goes. No sooner than Fred is on the mend, Ethel falls down the stairs, hits her head and breaks her arm in two places. She refused to be taken to the hospital for a day. The next morning as I'm about to leave for class she decides she wants to the emergency room. I made the mistake of telling to call B.J. for ride since I had to go. On the way to campus, my cell phone goes off. B.J. calls to say he left a message on my voice mail and proceeds to give a 20 minute lecture about how certainly couldn't take our mother to the hospital. He was fit to be tied. After I came back from class, I took Ethel to the emergency room. Before we left I made sure both of us had a book to read, I was not about to become responsible for entertaining her while we had to wait our turn. The er experience was hilarious. The staff totally recognized me from the last time I was there. This time I was totally cool about the whole thing. I was telling them to take their time since I had a book to read. Au contraire. They take Ethel immediately to x-ray where they confirmed what we all had suspected. The entire staff was very attentive to Ethel. It was kinda cute. Thank you Nurse S. for getting us food. It was the best tasting turkey sandwich and apple juice that I 've had ever. Then seven hours later we were finally sprung. With copies of x-rays and after a stop at the late night Jewel to fill a prescription for Vicodin we were headed home. There have been times where their demands are taxing but I'm just taking in stride. Very zen way to be.

Can I just say grad school is totally kicking my ass. I am rising to the challenge and will fight tooth and nail to keep a stellar gpa. I was chatting with a classmate after class. We reminisced about the undergrad days where you took turns with your friends to attend class to take notes and showing up to class with a hangover from the night before. I feel that I'm exactly where I need to be for me. So if I'm not posting as often as I used to, please understand that until finals are over next month. Things might be quiet at my little spot on the interweb.

There's even slight dating news to report. I had a cyberdate last week. It was four hours of fun. Long-distance Louie joked how he was going to be a zombie the next day. I bombed the quiz I had that day. So we're even.

In retail humor, there's a certain cosmetics company that's selling a Christmas nightlight. However if you don't read the fine print, you'll swear you're looking at a Christmas dildo. It's the first thing I thought when I saw the picture. While I'm on the holiday subject I'll give my nickel spin on a bone of contention.

Hey retailers and radio stations,

Christmas is December 25. Black Friday is the day after Thanksgiving. When you do the math, it makes no sense to start Christmas ads AND Christmas music playing November 1. I almost left my groceries in the middle of the store and walked out the music was getting on my last nerve. I feel sorry for anyone who has to work in a store where the "holiday station" is on during business hours. While I'm at it, the idea to open stores on Thanksgiving night for a "midnight madness" sales sucks big donkey balls. It's obvious that the marketing and advertising geniuses who came up with this strategy aren't the ones who'll have to work that night. I'm all for getting a good deal don't get me wrong but not at the cost of my sanity. I doubt you'll be getting much customer service from the sales people who were ripped away from their Thanksgiving tables so they can sell you something that will most likely get exchanged the day after. I'd like to see the CEO, CFO, and other grand poohbahs in the retail sector give up their serving of pumpkin pie and work a holiday shift. I doubt they could handle it.

I can't believe Thanksgiving is in three weeks. Bears, I'm sorry for the loss. It'll keep you humble and make you motivated for next week.