Rita Arens's Blog, page 47

Oh, Snap. My Identity Got Stolen Again.

[Editor's Note: I hesitate to even write this because it will confirm my mother's suspicions that black helicopters follow you everywhere on the Internet. But I feel compelled to share in case you live in fear of identity theft and have a good bank.]

The other day I was trying to withdraw money to throw away on overpriced food at the Royals game when the ATM machine was all I don't think so and spit an 800 number at me. We tried Beloved's card and it went through just fine. After a quick call...

DJ Nibbles Celebrates the Word "Benign"

Hello, friends. I'd like to introduce you to a new character at Surrender, Dorothy. Meet DJ Nibbles.

The little angel introduced me to DJ Nibbles last night when she was getting ready for her bath. He was rocking it old school on the manual turntable/hipster baby belt buckle I got when I used to review stuff for the ever-fabulous Liz and Kristen at Cool Mom Picks.

DJ Nibbles didn't even know what he was excited about last night, but he knew it was going to be big enough to bring back-up dan...

I Plant Perennials in My Life Now

We moved to Chateau Travolta in 2007. Memorial Day. Which means we're coming up on our five-year anniversary here.

I'm sitting on my deck finishing up work and watching my girl ride bikes in the cul-de-sac with her two neighbor friends.

I never imagined I'd be suburban.

The boom box spewing nineties music is vintage, though. I got it when I was 16. Way to go, JVC.

I remember how much work it was when we moved in. We're still not done, but I understand this is very common.

A friend came over...

As Though I Minimize Kid Clutter

Thank you for bearing with my through yesterday's whining. Despite waking up at 3 am realizing I might still be at a doctor's appointment when the school bus arrives outside my door today and not being able to go back to sleep for an hour, I feel better today than I did yesterday. I've even already solved for the school bus problem! Yay, me.

As I'm currently moping around wishing I had an energy level commiserate to vacuuming, it's funny that this is the week that I've been selected to write...

The Pep Talk

I feel ... pummeled. I went back to work too soon on Friday, still high from hydrocodone, glued together, sore. Ma and Pa left for home on Friday, then I realized I needed them to come back because Beloved had to make a last-minute trip. They turned around and came back, bless my wonderful parents. It got better, then it got worse, then it got better, then it got worse. This morning I had pain of a new kind, a more normal kind, but pain all the same. I hobbled downstairs at six to get ibuprof...

The Lump Is Gone

However, I don't know how I thought I'd be able to manage the pain without narcotics. So today is passing in a confusing haze of hydrocodon. But yay! More Mon.

Tomorrow

So, my surgery is tomorrow. At long last, The Lump will be gone. I can't wait. But I also can't let my mind focus on anything other than work right now or I will start getting anxious. Back Friday!

The Other Side of the Douchebag

This weekend we went to a Royals game. And we got our seats moved.

Her name, we think, was "Liz." Our middle-aged, shorts-around-the-armpits savior, who noticed the ten or so wasted twentysomethings in front of us smoking cigarettes in their stadium seats, dropping the f-bomb every other word and almost coming to blows when each of the large man-boys were armed with the souvenir mini-bats.

Liz was an usher/ass-kicker.

The kids, as I see them, even though they were probably early twenties, wer...

Fire in the Belly

I've had a rough few weeks in terms of ego. The self doubt creeps in, the why-am-I-doing-this, the what-if-this-happens-what-if-that-happens-what-should-I-do-next. Yesterday Beloved pointed out I'd forgotten an entire conversation with him because I was secretly stewing over something else. 

I recently read Vanessa Williams memoir with her mom, Helen Williams, for BlogHer Book Club. I admit to never following Vanessa's career, and so I probably would not have picked up this book on my ow...

Remember Paging Dr. Arens?

My Octopony post has found new life at BlogHer now that Nadya Suleman has gone and sold nude pictures and then still gone bankrupt. I resized the pics so it's better now. Something about a stuffed animal close-up makes me laugh really hard. If you didn't see it the first time, please to enjoy Dr. Phooh's interview with the Octopony. For the whole Paging Dr. Arens series, check the link in Categories in my right sidebar.

Dude, I miss that series.

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