I feel the need to scream.  Also, apparently, I feel the need to procrastinate.  I haven't gotten any work done since I've been back from lunch.

Things are mostly going well lately.  It's just the next couple of days that are going to be far more interesting than I would like.  Could I please just snap my fingers and get everything done that I need to do that way so that I wouldn't have to face what I know is going to be at best awkward unpleasantness and at worst a disaster of epic proportions?  Please?

I know, I know, I'm whining again.  I'm incredibly good at that, aren't I?

All right, I suppose that's enough whining for one day.

Blah.  Blah blah blah.  Blah blah blah blah blah.  Boo!

Today is boring.  Yesterday was boring.  Tomorrow will be boring.  Friday will not.  Friday is the Fourth.  I can't believe it.

It seems to me that it's been a while since I've written here.  Oops.

Boy, that's a pink background.  There.  That's better.

Something is making a very loud, irritating noise.  It needs to stop.

It is soooooo nappy time!

So it appears to have been a while since the last time I wrote...But really, a couple of months isn't so bad...is it? :)

It has been a busy couple of months.  I'm still seeing the guy I started dating in February and things are going really well.  I'm so happy!  And excited!  And tired!! :)  I've been up way too late every night for the last week or so.  I had a garage sale earlier this month with the hunnybunny and we've been trying to get everything we didn't sell packed up this week, but it's taken a bit.  We're looking primed to get it all finished tonight.  And then it's graduation season, of course, so there've been parties to go to, although this is the first time in a long time that I haven't had to attend a whole bunch.  I went to one last weekend and I'm going to two more this weekend.  I suspect that as the summer wears on, things are only going to get busier, but that's okay.

Oh, look at the fishies!  The bubbles disturb them!  They seem particularly interested in the top of the tank...perhaps I should feed them.  Couldn't hurt.  Perhaps I should feed me, too; couldn't hurt.  Maybe it would help my stupid headache, but I doubt it.

I am so ready for the weekend!  Only six more dreadfully long, lonely hours to go before I can go home.  Come on, five o'clock, hurry it up!  ¡Vamanos!

I found out Tuesday night that my dad was in the hospital.  Evidently he called the ambulance Sunday morning and they took him in, but I didn't find out about it till a nurse from the hospital called me Tuesday night.  I was a little upset!  I couldn't believe no one had let me know what was going on.  He tried, but he couldn't dial long distance from his room, so it didn't work, but usually the ambulance crew calls and lets me know and they didn't this time.  Weird.  At any rate, he's okay, and they let him go home Wednesday afternoon.  He really needs to give up smoking, or he's gonna end up back there again before long, I'm afraid.

And now, in my great state of boredom and sleep deprivation, my imagination has run out of ideas and my brain has officially shut down.  It's gonna be a long afternoon...

Blah.  I think that about says it all.  I am so tired today that I’ve lost track of the number of times where I got up to do something and promptly forgot what it was I was going to do.  Forget blonde moments, I’m having an entire blonde day!! :)

I don’t think there is enough coffee in the world to wake me up today.

In other news, I can’t wait for the weekend (and not just so I can sleep in, although I am looking forward to that)!  Big plans, anticipating lots of fun.  Can’t wait!  I’m a bit nervous about it, but mostly I’m excited.

I got to go bridesmaid dress shopping Saturday and wow, was that fun!  It’s always nice when you go in to try on a dress and you have no idea what size you need, then discover you’re smaller than you thought.  :)  So wonderful!

Okay...caffeine wearing off...mind blanking...I sense a nap attack in progress!  Zzzzzzz......

Yay!  I have been having a great couple of weeks.  Guess I haven't been writing much lately, but that's only because my head has been stuck in the clouds.

Since it's been a while, I started dating again.  Yay!  Need I say more?  Also, other stuff has happened.  Don't ask me what.  Um, my car decided to explore the hidden depths of a ditch on Highway 96 recently.  That sucked.  I keep telling it that we are absolutely NOT taking any more scenic trips like that, so I hope it will listen to me and behave from now on.  I was a little worried last night, though.

Since that last little bit won't make much sense to anyone who actually reads this that doesn't follow the weather, we've gotten so much snow and ice lately that I believe many people are mistaking Iowa for Siberia.  It's not fun, folks.  Fortunately, it's supposed to be in the forties this weekend, so maybe now it will start looking a little more like Iowa and a little less like vast Arctic wasteland.

The sun is out today and my spirits are soaring, in case you can't tell.  All weather griping aside, I have had an absolutely wonderful couple of weeks.  Yay!  Super excited!  It's been a long time since I've felt so happy.  I'll say it again: Yay!

Okay, I think maybe I need to get off the sugar pony now.  And the caffeine, as long as I'm at it.  Oh, who am I kidding?  That probably won't happen. :)

Well, I suppose I should try to get back to work, not that it's terribly appealing at the moment, but I should perhaps get something done.  Happy Friday, all!

It appears that I haven't written in nearly two months.  Woops...guess I've been busy elsewhere.  Sorry!

Not that there has been a whole lot going on, mind you, aside from my dad's health and of course the holidays, and my birthday was Tuesday.  Last month Tom was baptized and then I spent the rest of the day in the hospital with my dad.  They had to haul him to Iowa City by ambulance (that was his second hospitalization for the month of December).  I took him back to Iowa City for a neurology appointment a couple weeks ago and they diagnosed him with seizures.  I haven't had the opportunity to look through the letter he got yet, but from what I've read of his medical records and what I've looked at on the internet, I think it's complex partial seizures.  They thought he'd been having them 15 years ago and nothing was ever done.  I guess at least now they've figured out what's wrong.  Hopefully he won't end up in really bad shape like he did last year.  That was awful.

Christmas was interesting this year.  It was my first Christmas as a divorcee and Joe's folks still invited me over.  The weird thing was that it was just like the whole divorce thing never happened.  Not that I'm complaining about that; I'm not.  I'm really very grateful, but...well, my birthday was Tuesday and as anyone who lives around here will tell you, the weather was horrible.  At least I got to go home early.  As Tara said, that was quite a nice birthday present. :)

I've been doing a lot of short story-writing lately and if anyone is interested in reading drivel (it's worth a laugh, anyway), you can check out my blog at wordpress: http://kaysielynn.wordpress.com.

Sisters are great when they're not being a royal pain in the...shoulder.   Mine really knows how to be a pain in the...shoulder.  I love her, but I really wish she would grow up and get over herself.  I wish my fingers would wake up a little, too, or maybe they just need to warm up a little.  The degree I turned up the thermostat doesn't seem to have made any difference.  Oh well.

Anyway, this all started...well, I don't actually recall when it all started cuz we sort of have a love-hate relationship and we always have.  Let's just say we get along better when we don't share a roof, though thankfully, we haven't done that in six years.  Anyway, my dad was taken to the hospital on the 3rd because he had one of his little episodes.  He prefers to call them TIAs but the doctors think he's having seizures and from what I've read about seizures, I think they might be on to something there.  Not that you can convince him that there is more than one kind of seizure.  He doesn't have convulsions or anything, but that's what a seizure is to him, so he doesn't think he's having seizures.  Anyway, the emergency room docs wanted him to go to Iowa City then and he didn't want to.  I won't say why, but suffice it to say they released him, which was a bad idea.  On Sunday at church we had to call the ambulance again and this time he ended up in Iowa City.

I went down Monday morning and as I was about half an hour away, my phone rang.  It was Daddy.  They were going to let him out that afternoon.  Yay!  I had tried calling down there twice without getting anywhere, though I did manage to find out that instead of putting him in neurology like they should have done, they stuck him in cardiology.  Don't know why.  I also found out that no one from neurology had even looked at him, which floored me.  What were they thinking?  So I got to the hospital and they paged his cardiologist, who said that his heart was fine.  Big surprise.  Though I have to say, he was really cute.  Looked just like Noah Wylie.  Yummy.   Anyway, he said he would get someone from neurology in to look at him.  Three hours later, we hadn't seen a soul except for the occasional nurse.  Another hour or so passed and finally someone from neurology showed up.  By this time, it was somewhere around 4:00 p.m.  He talked to us a little and then said he had to confer with another doctor.  A couple hours later, he came back with two more neurologists, who decided that they wanted to do an MRI and an EEG before they let him out of the hospital.  They could do the MRI at 8:00 p.m. and let him go around 10:00 p.m.  Fine, except that it takes me two hours to get to Iowa City, which would put me home at midnight!  It turned out that they couldn't do the EEG Monday at all, so they decided they wanted to keep him overnight.  He wanted to go home, I wanted to go home, and I couldn't go back and pick him up the next day, so he left against medical advice.  He has an appointment in neurology on January 14; they can do the tests then.

Martha was apparently more than a little upset that I took him home.  She didn't seem to understand that it's not like they can't do the tests another time.  She said she told me that she could go down there this week if I wasn't able to, but at the time she claims she told me this (and she might have), I was concentrating more on trying to find my turn for the hospital than on what she was saying.  She could have told me that a certain SBG had landed on my doorstep and I wouldn't have heard her.  Well, maybe I would have heard something about Mr. Fleece...  Anyway, the point is that if I had remembered that (which I didn't because I was utterly exhausted from the day before), I would have let him stay.  She was upset that I didn't call her about it.  I would have had to go down four floors to do that and by the time I would have returned, he would have been gone.  I was not overly with it on Monday.  I was not overly with it yesterday, either.  I'm still not overly with it today.  Tomorrow's a new day, though; maybe then I'll be a little more with it!

At any rate, the hospital could have been more on the ball concerning those tests.  They could have gotten a neurologist in there sooner than 4:00 p.m. when he had been in there for nearly 24 hours.  I'm not too thrilled with the staff down there.  Except for Dr. Wylie.  And there was no ring!  If I was more forward...aw, who am I kidding?  I don't flirt.

Well, back to the daily grind...

So everyone would like to kill their parents every now and then.  I have a great reason for being slightly patricidal.  Monday my dad was taken to the emergency room and they think he's having seizures instead of TIAs, which is what they've always said before.  The ER docs wanted him to take another little trip down to Iowa City to see the docs there and get their input.  He refused under the theory that they wouldn't be able to do any more for him at the University of Iowa than they could do at Covenant in Waterloo.  I read him the riot act as soon as my sister got him home.  I had been on my way to the hospital when she called to let me know that they were releasing him, or I would have insisted that he go.  Then he was supposed to see his doctor yesterday.  He cancelled.  He couldn't get an afternoon appointment and didn't want to go in the morning, so he just decided not to go at all and charged the nurse with finding out from the doctor what he thought should be done.  By this point, I was so angry I was seeing red.  I called and rescheduled the appointment.  I had a vague impression from the nurse that his doctor thought he should have gone to Iowa City, too.  Seems my dad's the only one who doesn't think he should have gone.  Oh, how I would love to kill him sometimes!

Okay, I think I've got my raging out of my system.  Maybe.  How can parents be so stupid?  I mean, I can handle parenting my son, but I shouldn't have to parent my parent.  My mother is probably spinning in her grave at this blatant stupidity.

And now for some whining.  WARM UP OUTSIDE, PLEASE!!!!!  I'm freezing.  I've had it with ice storms.  Though I have to say that since the one on Saturday kept me cooped up inside all day, I did get some unpacking/repacking/organizing done that was long overdue and I was really quite proud of myself.  Yay for ending the procrastination!