Good news for a change!
Off-topic post. Do excuse me. Normal arty-topic-posting to be resumed shortly.
Rich is pretty stressed out today. He’s putting out a software release, dealing with lots of customers at once, and both his parents. Plus he is also babysitting a tiny pink teddy bear with a plastic bottle of milk. If he doesn’t feed the bear, it glows bright red, cries pitifully like a baby and gets increasingly loud until you shove a bottle in its mouth. The bear does this at completely random moments throughout the day (and has the useful side-effect of scaring the customers too.)
When you feed the bear, it gurgles happily and goes back to sleep. This is apparently to teach little girls the responsibilities of having babies. Unfortunately my three year old is so stressed out by this bear, that she has absolved herself of all responsibility and given it to her Dad to look after. I am not allowed to look after the bear, only her Dad. Rich hates the bear. The customers hate the bear. My daughter hates the bear. I guess that the manufacturer’s goal of cutting the teenage pregnancy rate by “real baby simulation” is definitely successful, but boy do they start young nowadays.
Life seems pretty surreal at certain times, and this is one of them.
On the other hand, I am deliriously happy! (Or just delirious, I’m not completely sure which.) And I’m especially happy to report that I was wrong. I take it all back.
I love the UK National Health Service.
Not only am I NOT leaking brain fluid after all (that constant worry kind of ruined Christmas, but the tests eventually came back negative) but the local funding for my super-dooper-nuke-it-and-see-radiation came back almost straight away, and now I’m pencilled in for treatment in early February, PLUS I’ve found out that my treatment is not at el-grotty hospital that I went to before Christmas, but instead the NHS are paying for it to be done at a privately funded very posh hospital (not too far from Harrods, very handy if I get bored.) Yee-ha! I am so happy I could burst right now. I LOVE FREE HEALTHCARE!!! They came through in the end! I’ve never been so glad to be wrong. I insist you all move to the U.K. immediately.
Combined with the fact that other nice things are happening (hubby not only fixed his poorly computer, but also bought me a new point-and-shoot camera, a Fuji FinePix S5800 to cheer me up, and…highlight of my Christmas….David Hewlett actually grew a beard….did I mention I have a thing about beards?), I am actually tentatively daring to hope that 2008 might be a much better year than the last one!?!
I don't think this actually counts as a trophy shot, but some poor deluded souls have actually asked to see what we look like "normally" (whatever that is.) Please note Rich doesn't grab the boobs of all his models, only the ones he sleeps with.
See what I have to put up with?!
Rich is pretty stressed out today. He’s putting out a software release, dealing with lots of customers at once, and both his parents. Plus he is also babysitting a tiny pink teddy bear with a plastic bottle of milk. If he doesn’t feed the bear, it glows bright red, cries pitifully like a baby and gets increasingly loud until you shove a bottle in its mouth. The bear does this at completely random moments throughout the day (and has the useful side-effect of scaring the customers too.)
When you feed the bear, it gurgles happily and goes back to sleep. This is apparently to teach little girls the responsibilities of having babies. Unfortunately my three year old is so stressed out by this bear, that she has absolved herself of all responsibility and given it to her Dad to look after. I am not allowed to look after the bear, only her Dad. Rich hates the bear. The customers hate the bear. My daughter hates the bear. I guess that the manufacturer’s goal of cutting the teenage pregnancy rate by “real baby simulation” is definitely successful, but boy do they start young nowadays.
Life seems pretty surreal at certain times, and this is one of them.
On the other hand, I am deliriously happy! (Or just delirious, I’m not completely sure which.) And I’m especially happy to report that I was wrong. I take it all back.
I love the UK National Health Service.
Not only am I NOT leaking brain fluid after all (that constant worry kind of ruined Christmas, but the tests eventually came back negative) but the local funding for my super-dooper-nuke-it-and-see-radiation came back almost straight away, and now I’m pencilled in for treatment in early February, PLUS I’ve found out that my treatment is not at el-grotty hospital that I went to before Christmas, but instead the NHS are paying for it to be done at a privately funded very posh hospital (not too far from Harrods, very handy if I get bored.) Yee-ha! I am so happy I could burst right now. I LOVE FREE HEALTHCARE!!! They came through in the end! I’ve never been so glad to be wrong. I insist you all move to the U.K. immediately.
Combined with the fact that other nice things are happening (hubby not only fixed his poorly computer, but also bought me a new point-and-shoot camera, a Fuji FinePix S5800 to cheer me up, and…highlight of my Christmas….David Hewlett actually grew a beard….did I mention I have a thing about beards?), I am actually tentatively daring to hope that 2008 might be a much better year than the last one!?!
I don't think this actually counts as a trophy shot, but some poor deluded souls have actually asked to see what we look like "normally" (whatever that is.) Please note Rich doesn't grab the boobs of all his models, only the ones he sleeps with.
See what I have to put up with?!
Labels: L-von-B, Miscellaneous
posted by Lin at 2:09 PM
14 Comments:
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!
I'm so glad to hear such good news for you!
I'll be planning my move to your neighborhood ASAP!!
Huge smiles for you both today!! :)
p.s.- Doesn't that darn bear have batteries to pull or something?!?!?
Such good news! And a big stress reducer, too.
But Rich... groping only your favorite model? What will the others think?
That's wonderful news, Lin. I'm so happy to hear it. I think about your medical situation often and have even talked about it with my wife who refuses to have any direct contact with the blogosphere.
You will be in my thoughts as the treatment time comes.
Oh...and you like beards, eh...that just deepens the great mystery of why you seem to be smitten by Dave R instead of moi. ;-)
Any photos of the Bear? Great news...keep us informed.
bt
I'm glad things are looking up for you!
About the bear.. that's why I refuse to buy my child toys, LOL. People think that's awful of me.. he has plenty of noise makers at his Grandma's and Nana's houses. I buy him books and stuffed animals.. and paint, crayons, markers.. creative stuff. Sometimes some silent hot wheels cars and tonka trucks. But mostly books. He likes it, and so do I ;).
It's 6.59am here, I stagger out of bed, put some coffee on, while it brews I fire up the PC. I check out what is the latest with Fluffytek. My eyes open very wide as I read.
You have made my day with that great news.
Fantastic Lin.
Super post! Glad for the good news. Sorry to have been on somewhat of a downer trend myself, but even that turned out better than I had expected. But your good news definitely made my day!
As a member of the grammatical police squad, however, I will note that your qualification of he-who-grabs-boobs was hardly, shall we say, written to cram him into a monogamous hubbyhole. (Oooh, I like that word -- must remember it.)
Quote from Lady T "Fan-bloody-tastic!!" as she wiped a tear from her eye. We were just winding down for bed and now we're all excited and happy. We shall blame you for the bleary eyes in the morning ;-)
Wonderful news Lin and a great photo of you both to boot.
Fondest felicitations from the West
Congratulations on the great news and being deliriously happy, you deserve it.
I think the new year will be a good one for you both, because you will make it so.
Thank you for the "normal" trophy shot. I like to see the people behind the blogs I peruse.
I agree with Lela - can't ya just kill the power to the thing?
D.L. Wood
Thou hast been the mother of good news! (OK, so it's bad Hamlet, good news is good news!)
I'm SO glad to hear about the good news!!!!!!! :)))))
Very good news... thanks for sharing!
Thanks folks! Much appreciated.
It's great to read your great news, Lin. I guess we'll all be pulling for you to come through the procedure at the posh Knightsbridge hospital very well (or would you prefer a place in Mayfair or Belgravia???).
As for the beard, Mr. Levingston, she may like men with beards but I think she wants to be able to see their faces, too! (Boy, jealousy......)
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