Makes me think of my landlord

I didn't do it.

Unless there is such a thing as "verbally" cutting a bitch.

In which case: I did that.

She deserved it.

And hopefully learned a lesson which is:

"Do NOT bother Pissy about the freakin' "parking situation" AGAIN!"

Humph!!!!

It was August 4th.....

*see note at end of post

....so of course I was sick again.

Throat infection (which I'd never had before....strep test negative) and both ears infected. I felt SO bad that I laid down on the hard exam table while waiting for the doctor to come in. I didn't have the energy to sit up.

I laid down again while waiting for test results and the for the nurse to come give me the shots I'd agreed to for "faster healing".

After the nurse gave me the shots ( one cortisone and one "super" antibiotic), I went to the desk to check out.

I almost fainted.

Seriously.

Like "put-your-head-between-your-knees" fainted.

I can't remember the last time that happened to me.

Weird!

I ended up having to stay in an exam room for 30 minutes until I felt better. Cold compresses were applied, my feet were put up and I was not left alone. The doctor and nurse kept coming in and checking on me.

I spent the rest of the day and night having chills, fever and generally feeling miserable.

Looking back on my posts, you'll see that I was sick with a sinus infection on April 4th.

And again on June 4th.

And now AGAIN on August 4th.

If this pattern continues, I should be sick with some sort of sinus related infection on October 4th.

I'm starting to think there's a voodoo doll out there with my name on it.

*note* There is nothing remotely cute or adorable about me when I'm sick. I just liked this picture.

Nanny for hire

Friday I went by and saw the family that I work for in the afternoons.

We hadn't seen each other for a month. They'd been out of state and I'd been recuperating from the surgery. Before they left, we'd discussed what would happen after the surgery....whether or not I'd go back to work for them, etc. I decided a visit was in order.

Much to my dismay, it appears that the lovely 14 month old girl who blew me kisses as I left her house in June, has come back from vacation in August a screaming, tantrum throwing little horror who wants nothing to do with me.

I won't go into the gory details, but suffice it to say that the child's own mother was embarrassed by her behavior and extremely apologetic. The mom kept saying that the baby is "going through a phase".

Alrighty......

Then the 2 1/2 year old woke up from him nap. He seemed happy enough to see me. He showed me his new "big boy" bed and we talked a little about his vacation, seeing his cousins, etc. I only stayed a few more minutes after that.

(And it was hot in the house. I don't do hot. There cannot BE enough fans on me as well as a/c. Ask anyone who knows me.)

As the mom (holding the still fussy, squirming baby) and the 2 year old and I are standing at the door saying our goodbyes, the 2 year old interrupts me to say: "Be quiet! My daddy is working!" I didn't have a chance to say anything in return because the mom was again apologizing profusely and reprimanding the child for speaking to me in that tone and using that phrase. Then he said it again. Loudly. The poor mom....she looked like she wanted to melt into the floor. (btw: the dad was NOT working. he was in the den watching TV AND we weren't speaking loudly).

So...I was going to go back. To at least give it a try...it's a rather demanding situation with the one child in pull-ups AND one in diapers..... the two 120 pound Labs that stay in the house, the two cats that constantly try to escape. But now....after witnessing how the baby is these days (according to her mother), the little boy being mouthy.... combined with how warm it was in the house.....I'm not going back.

I've got a feeling the mom won't be surprised,