it kills everything else...

...maybe the cold and snow will kill the germies?

After being cooped up for a while, Chicklet and I went out to clear some of the snowfall we've had over the last two days. And after helping me remove the snow, and ice and snow (yeah... layers!) that covered the car, she wanted to play a bit.

It's nice to see some rosy cheeks on her face.

What sucks though is: no hot chocolate as the ban on all things dairy is still on *sigh*

"Love is like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off. It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long time."

The things you see...

...when you're in a doctor's waiting room for a while.

I always bring a book, because, you know, it's going to be a long wait.

Although my book was highly entertaining and actually making me chuckle out loud, I did manage to look up at the other poor souls who were also gathering cobwebs waiting.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

Sitting 5 chairs away from me, without the benefit of a buffer person, was a guy. He seemed ok. Until I made the mistake of looking at him a bit more carefully.

He was holding a jar, you know those medical sample jars... the ones with orange tops? So far, no biggie. It's just that, he had apparently already collected his sample. AND I COULD SEE IT! *gag*
A mere 6 feet away from me was a man sitting quietly holding a jar of urine and having a conversation with the woman sitting next to him while she popped some orange Tic Tacs.



Now folks, I've taken samples in (when you've been pregnant at least once, this is a given...) but at least I had the decency to put it in a bag. Crap (Oh GOD could you imagine if a stool sample had been required! GAK!), even winos have enough common sense to keep their bottles in bags.

I started to wonder if he gathered his sample at home and brought it in. And if so, did he put it in the cup holder in his car? Yeah, think of that next time you put your piping hot java goodness in the cup holder in someone else's car... or a rental.

*blink*

Was his aim good? Or is he like some of the boys (say Jack) in Vodka Mom's kindergarten class...

My mind was reeling... And nothing good would come from all these questions.

I saw a strange man's pee and it wasn't even in the snow.

I regretted looking up.

I can't believe I said that

As Chicklet has been loafing on the chesterfield (that's couch for you non-Canadians) all day, she got to do all kinds of stuff from there, one of which: eating.

I made her what I believe is her favourite food of all time (apart from chocolate): shell noodle soup in chicken broth. It's quite the non gastronomic feast but.. it reminds her of her grandma and makes her feel better.

Mid second bowl, she felt the call of mother Nature and had to run off to the bathroom and tinkle. Thus leaving her half eaten bowl of soup on the living room table.

Guess who showed up? You got it... Sharkdog aka the bottomless stomach.

So, what did I say?

No soup for you!

I've turned into a Seinfeld character... well, at least I'm not George.

it never ends...

Chicklet had been complaining of a tummy ache yesterday morning, but I thought it might have been related to the chili she had at her dad's so off to school she went.

Yeah, no.

I picked her up after a first miserable day back at work (apparently the sounds of my coughing echoed all the way down the hall) and she looked like a zombie. I was told she barely ate at lunch. She told me the smell of her food made her want to barf. So, I got her home, stopping on the way to pick up some ginger ale and orange juice. Got her settled into bed and she found that she indeed had a fever. So we're going back to the doc's this morning. Her tummy still hurts, she has a headache and it's concentrated behind her ears. Apparently there's been a bit of a gastroenteritis epidemic throughout the school. JUST what we needed.

*sigh*

It just never ends.