Butterfly's Flutter-bys

The random thoughts that flutter through my mind...

Experiment in frustration

for those around me, that is.

For my American Sign Language class, we had to wear cotton balls in our ears for 24 hours to simulate hearing loss.  I haven't noticed all that much difference, with the exception of those people who think it's absolutely hilarious to mouth words at me and pretend they're talking.  (And when I told my boss that I could lip-read a little, he switched to mouthing words in German.)  I didn't notice any difference at all last night at home- which tells me that we probably have the tv on louder than necessary all the time, and that my children tend to be loud little buggers.

Once I got to work this morning, though, I've been having more problems.  The French Fry likes to talk fast and she isn't very loud, which is a bad combination.  Today's other student worker speaks very softly anyway, so if I'm not looking directly at her, forget it.  She's in the class too, though, and she already did her stint, so she understands.

The worst part is that the cotton makes my left ear hurt.  Probably irritates the scar tissue from my second-grade idiocy.  I found a watch battery on the floor at school, and not knowing what it was, decided it would make a stellar earplug.  I played with it for probably a good half an hour before I (being the brilliant child I was) managed to shove it into my ear.  That was Friday.  When I got home that night, I tried to get it out myself with one of those huge bobby pins.  My cousin bumped my arm, and all I succeeded in doing was shoving it even deeper into my poor ear.  My parents didn't find out until Sunday night... and by then it had corroded in my ear canal and the ER doc had to cut it loose.  (Ouch.)  He didn't use anything to numb it, either.  Needless to say, I haven't really been a fan of sticking things in my ears since then.

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 10:02 | link | comments |

I love it.

Oshu had to make a blog.  After laughing at me for over two years because I blog- now he is required to have a blog for one of his classes.  Karma's a bitch, honey!

 

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 12:32 | link | comments (3) |

I have been abandoned.

Lishy deserted me.  She went far, far away today to visit her cousin.  (Really- she's so far away she's in a different time zone now!)

I took her to the airport this morning.  Yep, I aided and abetted my best friend when she deserted me. I was totally spazzing for a while there after she went through the security checkpoint and I couldn't go any further.  I kept thinking "What if something happens?  What if that picture I just took is the last one I'll ever have of her?  Gah!"

I was almost afraid to have the radio on on the drive home, for fear that they'd announce a crash and I wouldn't know if it was her plane.  I also worried for a bit that something strange might have happened and she didn't get on the plane, and she didn't find me, and she got stranded at the airport, and I drove off and left her there!  (Psychosis, party of one?)  Yep, I have issues.  The mere thought of losing my best friend is enough to make me a little nuts.  (I actually wished I'd bummed a cigarette off her so that I'd have one on the way home- in retrospect probably a good thing that I didn't, seeing as how I was driving on the interstate and I indulge rarely enough that I get a little lightheaded when I do.)

So I went home and took a nap, because it seemed like the only alternative to sitting there being a worry-wart for hours until she had enough time to have arrived.  I finally left to go pick up the kids (they spent last night with my mom) and (of course) while I was gone her cousin called to let me know that she had gotten there in one piece.  Then Oshu told me not to call back because she went there to visit.  Men.  They just don't get it, do they.  I think he was a little hurt that I was talking about not knowing what to do with myself for a week without her.  Oh, like he would want to talk about knitting, or fondle yarn, or discuss purple cows that were abducted by aliens? 

Now I just have to go from worrying that she arrived to worrying that she won't want to come home.  If that rotten cousin of hers tries to talk her into moving down there, it'll get ugly.  I have her car and her apartment key.  I told Lishy that I was holding all of her stuff hostage so she has to come back. 

Okay, I think it's bedtime now.  Wonder how many days I can stand to go without calling her.  Sigh.

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 21:30 | link | comments (1) |

Okay, I'm back (if anyone cares)

and I finally took pictures of the kids and their fair paintings. 

This is also the blogging world's first view of George and Ethel- I did take the precaution of blurring the fair name on their ribbons- just call me paranoid.  :)

More later.  Going to Lishy's now.

Before I forget, though: Oshu (well, part of him).  And no, those aren't all of our movies.  Those aren't even half.  The token black guy is his best friend, who has crashed our house for a few weeks until he saves enough to get an apartment.

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 22:48 | link | comments (7) |