Nancymarie’s House

The eczema is no longer bothering me. I found a bottle of hypoallergenic lotion bought 4 years ago and used that to curb the itching. My worry now is how it’s taken by other people; the spots are 3 red, scaly and large areas on my outside left arm near the elbow. I’m sure people are grossed out and afrain I’ve got cooties or something communicable.

Today was grocery day. There was this ignorant bitch who would not move her fat ass out of the middle of the aisle. Her daughter, also an ignorant bitch, acted identically. Their cart parked in the center and one of them on either side, making this humanoid/steel tampon which plugged up shoppers in every aisle they shopped. I got extremely vocal about the situation.

If anyone wants to pad out their Following list on Twitter, I’m Zyxst. *shameless plug*

Twitter is really working its way in as a replacement for this blog.

I got an email about the 20th school reunion. I sent my info so people won’t think I’m dead.

I’ve got a bad case of eczema on my left elbow.  Itches like a motherfucker and I’m a chronic scratcher. Empath is going nuts with me whimpering and moaning because I’m trying to not scratch.

I had a really, really weird dream about Jay Mohr last night. I worked as a nurse in a nursing home full of children 5 y/o and younger). I cared for a plump baby while Jay talked to me. I don’t know if Jay was supposed to be my SO or boss or whatever. He’s so not on any list of hot guys imo.

Some stuff fell off the shelf in the bathroom yesterday afternoon and scared me. I was the only person near there when it happened. I checked an hour later (when I found Empath’s balls in my jewelry case ) and it was a bottle of shampoo and a 4 pack of bar soap. Neither item was near the edge of the shelf, so how did it happen? I chalk it up to ghost activity because right after the noise, something stood directly behind me while I typed up a Tweet about the incident.

Immigration Canada is being its moronic self. Got the fifth letter asking for either a medical examine of my daughter or a notarized statement declaring I would never ever infinity +1 sponsor my daughter to come to Canada …EVER! I’m pissed about it and so’s Empath. He furiously typing a reply letter to go with my reply letter which both go with the notarized document and copies of all the other requests they’ve sent for this same info even though they already have it. Nice to know my Fate of living in Canada stands in the hands of retards.

We were going to get grocieries today before Empath went to work, but he’s in a groove and I can’t disturb him or he’ll get fussy. Looks like another 3 day wait before snacktime.

Woke up with very painful abdomenal cramps. Had them last night, too, but managed to sleep through them. Nothing food related I cna think of as the cause. Trying Mt. Dew. Water, laying prone and sitting up don’t help.

I’m opening up a part of me for you to learn from or mock, which ever. I have telephonophobia (yes, it’s a real phobia), literally, fear of telephones, though my case is more about talking on a phone and listening to it ring. The ringing, no matter what the tone is, is the root of the fear and can be placed squarely at the feet of the Emergency Broadcast System. The EBS was quite popular during the 1970s and 80s, before mute buttons and remote controls. Here’s the sound effect played during an EBS television spot. *if loud sounds bother you, don’t click the link* I listened to it to confirm it’s the “right” tone and I so wanted to stab my eardrums with knitting needles. *shudder* I’m not happy to talk/answer the phone, but if I have to, I will. It seems like such a pussy thing of which to be afraid. I get the same feeling when hearing a microwave or oven timer go off.

I finished reading Just A Geek last night. I want the audio books now because Wil’s the only person who can tell it.

The electric company was working on a transformer in the neighborhood, so the power was out for 15 minutes.

*Note: while looking up the Wiki article for the EBS, the dryer buzzer went off. Now that’s irony!

I can access my Twitter account again. I’m also lurking on Facebook under the guise of Nancy Marie.

You know, if anyone needs someone to pad out their Friend list(s).

Also, I caught up with the Cyanide and Happiness archives. Kris is my favorite of the 4.

The FIL bought a new router, which Empath was required to install. Now everyone can be on the internet at the same time!