Chastised by my son

The following is a text conversation between Jeffrey and I:
Mom: R U home tonite?

Jeffrey: Yes

Mom: Can you put lasagna in the oven? I think it takes 2 hours to cook.

Jeffrey: Uh...fine.

Mom: Gee don't sound so exited.

Jeffrey: You realize you don't speak english when you text?

Mom: How is that not english?

Jeffrey: You use letters not words

Mom: What if I don't know the right letters? Rewrite my sentence (Here I thought I was supposed to maybe shorten more words, what do I know)

Jeffrey: You say R U all the time! Instead of are you. You even have a keypad!

Mom: Oh. You're saying not to abbreviate. I thought you were supposed to. Hey, you say K all the time.

Jeffrey: K is something I say in my vocabulary (now he's using big words at me). Sometimes I say ok but I say k a lot.

Mom: There was another one you said this week, I just don't remember. So you're telling my I'm uncool?

Jeffrey: Bad grammar doesn't mean you're cool (ouch! That hurt!)

Mom: Don't forget the lasagna. Grumpy.

Jeffrey: I just preheated the oven. Mistress

Texting with Jeffrey is a blast.

Idiot (or don't try this at home)

So, I did a stupid thing and let my Cymbalta run out. I finally got more yesterday after 8 days of going without. I thought I'd end up in a depressed ball on the bed and that I would have rebound pain as Cymbalta treats nerve pain. No real depression except I perseverate about stupid shit like what someone said at a meeting. However, the pain rebounded back big time last night. One minute I can feel the pain coming on and took a Lortab & Phenergan; before the drugs had a chance to take effect, I was dry heaving into the toilet. Dry heaves because after the Nissen I cannot physically throw up. I found a Phenergan suppository which should take effect faster than pills, then went back to bed and hoped it would work really fast. I think I was hyperventilating, I know I was begging it to stop. Poor Mike, he felt so helpless. Then the poor man has to go to the bathroom, with his book and glasses if you know what I mean. He's sitting in there when the nausea slams me on my ass again and I'm dry heaving into the bathroom sink. The rest of the night was OK and I slept about 12 hours.

It happened again this morning except I didn't dry heave. I felt it coming, took some drugs and rode through the waves of pain and nausea. I have been out of bed for a few hours now and while I am hurting worse than usual, I can stay upright without feeling nauseated. Boy, I will never let my Cymbalta run out again. And I am supposed to be this smart nurse who should know better.

Flaming Gorge

I've got to do better keeping this up. I've decided what I want for a graduation present to myself when I finish my master's degree. I want a good digital camera. I will have more time to have a hobby other than school and I'd like to take pretty pictures like this one from Flaming Gorge.

Our last camping trip was to Flaming Gorge. That place is so beautiful. We went up to Wyoming so Mike could visit Fort Bridger. I think we found the only dry town in Wyoming. I wanted some wine coolers because I am such a hard drinker. But there wasn't even beer in their stores let alone wine coolers. We had to return to Utah where the liquor laws were less strict.

Another thing you shouldn't do while driving...

A discovery while driving down the freeway. Even if you use kleenix, you shouldn't try to blow your nose and drive. You get snot all over your glasses.

What happens in Vegas....

Mike and I vacationed last week in Pahrump, Nevada which is about 60 miles from Las Vegas. We belong to a campground organization which has an RV park in Pahrump so we stayed the entire week for about $60. It was a very nice RV park. We wanted to go some place warm enough to sit under the awning on our Christmas presents (reclining chairs). Plus we hadn't been to Vegas in about 5 years and wanted to see if it was still there. We discovered we are too old and orthopedically challenged to spend too much time in Sin City. After two days wandering around the strip we stayed in Pahrump under the awning eating Advil.

Mike was fascinated by all the Adult Megastores. He said he'd never seen a porn shop the size of Walmart. I kind of like the idea of a Walporn. Do you think it would do well in Utah?

Madrigals

Last week, Jeffrey was taken from his room in the wee hours of the morning. It seems the tradition when one makes it into the Madrigals is to be taken to breakfast in your jammies. He'd bought a pair of pajama bottoms so they wouldn't take him to breakfast in his boxers. He wore them every night for two weeks waiting to find out if he made the Madrigals. The rest of the group dress him up with a sash that said something like doofus or dorkwad, put flaming boxers on him outside of his PJ's, goofy sunglasses and I don't remember what else. He went to school like that. I wish I had my camera so I could have gotten a picture of him but it was out in the trailer.

David is really proud of his brother and thinks we should take him out to dinner to celebrate. I love that he's proud of his brother. The Madrigals are apparently a pretty big deal, an elite school choir. They are such good boys, young men.

Costco

Conversation while waiting in line at Costco....

"This is going to cost a lot, but we didn't buy anything frivolous. Oil of Olay isn't frivolous after a certain age right?"

"Absolutely not"

"I mean, did you see how old I looked in that web cam picture?"

"Absolutely not"

"Good man"