mmmm-Vanilla flavored barium

Hubby had a CT Scan on Friday to check out the hernia.  Thursday night he had to drink a big thing of barium, then another one Friday morning.  Then he had to chug some right before the test.  Plus he got an IV of contrast stuff.  Bleh!

Doc said if it is small enough she could do it out patient with one little incision.  Otherwise, it would have to be done laparoscopic.

If he gets it done before the Christmas/New Year's holiday's, he will have plenty of time to recoup because his work closes for about a week and half every year.  

I would like him to wait until after the first of the year - replenishment of the Flexible Spending Account, you know - to cover the out of pocket part we will have to pay.  Otherwise the Christmas Bonus check, that was going to finish our bedroom - FINALY - will go to medical.  Plus he would be recuperating, thus conveniently unable to even work on the bedroom.

I haven't had WALLS in over 4 years people!  

And it's not like he's in pain. 

Not much, anyway.

Mac-a-dang-dang

I bet you are scratching your head going hmmmmm, what the heck is a Macadangdang.

It's a memory.

Back when Lazy and Surly Teenagers were merely Occasionally Lazy and Sometimes Surly I took them on a surprise trip to Hawaii for spring break.  One night after they went to bed I packed the suitcases.  

They didn't know where we were going until we had a stop over in LAX.  The sign at the next gate said Honolulu.

We hung out on the beach, they played in the waves, we went to a luau, they got real flower leis and we did some shopping.  It was lots of fun.

But their best memory?  The one thing you can say to them, and to this day, it will make them smile?

At the airport coming home there was an announcement over the PA system for a Mr. Macadangdang.

For some reason that name just tickles them to death.

Over Due Book

While watching a movie tonight, Hubby paused it, and asked if I knew where a book was that he had gotten from Old Friend.  Old Friend wants the book back, Hubby thought he had given him the book, but no, he had just wanted him to read it.

Now.  Is it just me, or does this not sound like maybe Hubby had spoken to Old Friend very recently?  While he is saying this, I am waiting to ask how is Old Friend and his wife and kid.

Before I get the chance to say anything Hubby concludes with, I think I saw it when we packed my apartment.

I started laughing and Hubby is all, what's so funny, I just thought of it because the guy in the movie reminded me of it.

It was SIX YEARS ago when we packed his apartment.  Six years and he just now mentions that Old Friend wants his book back.  

Middle of the night

Hubby talks in his sleep. A lot.  Sometimes I will answer him just so he will shut up, otherwise he is liable to just keep talking. (Much like when he is awake. haha)

Last night, he wakes me up with his whistling and we had the following conversation:

me (nudging him): quit it

him: quit what

m: you're whistling in your sleep

h: I'm not asleep

m: well then you really need to quit it.

h: fine.  mumble mumble mumble the number 8 mumble mumble

m: 8 what

h: 8 what what

m: that's what I said.  You said something about the number 8.

h: (turns over and snuffles a couple of times)

When we first got married, he used to talk in German in his sleep.  Yeah. I don't know.

Once, he almost punched me in the face, in his sleep.  I just happened to wake up as he sat up and drew his arm back, and I moved just as - whomp - he punched the pillow were my head had been about 5 seconds earlier.

Fortunately, that one was a one time only happening.

I crack myself up

I have on occasion said something basically stupid, trying to be funny, that gets me strange looks from my family, but just cracks me up.

 

Surly Teenager had given the dog a bath.  We were all walking out the door to go somewhere.  Hubby asked Surly Teenager to put Haylie in her cage.  I said no, she can’t.  They both looked at me and asked why not.  I started giggling and said:  you can’t put her away wet, she’ll mildew.

 

Another time we were browsing at the video store.  We walked past “12 Monkeys” (Bruce Willis and Brad Pitt) and Hubby points to it and asks if we already have “12 Monkeys” at home.  I said, no, I think we only have 9.

 

I know, stupid.  But I STILL get the giggles when I think about it. 

Captioning

I just realized; NONE of the pictures have captions.  

No names, or dates or anything.

I think I am going to cry.

Photos

I don’t know what I was thinking

 

I was in our updated version of iPhoto last night and happen to notice we had 4,575 pictures.  That’s a lot of pictures.

 

And most of them aren’t overly organized.  Hubby tried to organize some of them a year or so ago.  Which was better than nothing, and fine by me.  But for some reason last night, it bothered me.

 

So I started organizing.  It was a slow start because I couldn’t decide the best way to proceed.  This lead to a spirited discussion with Hubby about the benefits of Events vs Albums.  I still don’t get it, but I let it go because he was just getting sooooo worked up about it.

 

I created new folders and new albums and I am contemplating Smart Albums.  I have to redo the ones he organized because I have a different version of organized than he does.  I think it may actually be easiest if I just empty all the albums and start from scratch.

 

I don’t know what I was thinking – that I had a ton of free time with nothing to do? – HA!