tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post6418199707768288479..comments2023-10-18T06:48:47.126-05:00Comments on Not to brag . . .: Series of unfortunate events; or, It's a pity party and you're invited.mephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074153090546740903noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-46965731401292312962008-04-26T14:21:00.000-05:002008-04-26T14:21:00.000-05:00first off, hilarious song cregan75. hilarious. a...first off, hilarious song cregan75. hilarious. and mep, i feel your pain. "when it rains, it pours" days are a bother. and thank god for pity parties and the ability we have to laugh at ourselves. sending lots of love for some sunny spring days ahead...<BR/>p.s. drinking an enormous glass of water before bedtime really helped me with the charley horse issue.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-92068045924555309772008-04-25T23:35:00.000-05:002008-04-25T23:35:00.000-05:00As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago morni...As the snow flies <BR/>On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' <BR/>A poor little baby child is born <BR/>In the ghetto . . . .<BR/>So the obstetrician's shows up late<BR/>and if there's one thing MEP don't need<BR/>it's two hours with nothing to read<BR/>In the waiting room . . . (in the waiting room)<BR/><BR/>People don't you understand?<BR/>You have to have an assured clear distance ahead<BR/>when you're driving. (when you're driving)<BR/>Take a look where you're going<BR/>Drive a reasonable speed<BR/>Stay of your phone<BR/>Put some clothes on your butt<BR/>In Wrigleyville . . . (In Wrigleyville)<BR/><BR/>There's a family at home in desperation<BR/>Without taco soup or a sweet confection,<BR/>Just Natty Light cans. (Just Natty Light cans)<BR/><BR/>And she's fielding calls from the plaintiff's bar<BR/>About what happened in her car<BR/>On a game day. . . . (On a game day)<BR/><BR/>And she blogs all about it without any pay<BR/>on a Chicago morning, cold and gray<BR/>and another little baby child is born<BR/>In the ghetto . . . (In the ghetto)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06391090318485828041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-52782103582694023202008-04-24T19:48:00.000-05:002008-04-24T19:48:00.000-05:00Sad that you had a bad, bad, and very bad day. Gl...Sad that you had a bad, bad, and very bad day. Glad you both are ok. Glad that you kicked back and had yourself (both of you) some ice cream. Pity Party away, girl- you earned it with that day...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-50928898488921537242008-04-23T18:56:00.000-05:002008-04-23T18:56:00.000-05:00I just read over my post and I am mightily ashamed...I just read over my post and I am mightily ashamed at all the self-pity, yet feel so fortunate to have so many of you willing to attend my pity party and offer sympathy.<BR/><BR/>SMF -- My mother-in-law told me not to make dinner and I was all about that plan, but then hubby (unaware of emotionally fragile state, as noted) was all, "What's for dinner?" and I just went forward with my original, pre-trauma plan.mephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03074153090546740903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-25429295215257580222008-04-23T17:22:00.000-05:002008-04-23T17:22:00.000-05:00What a crap-tacular couple of days! And yet you we...What a crap-tacular couple of days! And yet you were able to make dinner?! And you CHOSE to make dinner?! That sounds like a Domino's or Rodeo burger for everyone night! Seriously, you are a saint!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-67586056760788497202008-04-23T16:54:00.000-05:002008-04-23T16:54:00.000-05:00oh pooks...sounds like a rough one. I have cried ...oh pooks...sounds like a rough one. I have cried at the DMV in New York more than once. Most likely because they are so abrasive and just dont understand how to be nice. Believe you me I had a pity party each and every time I left the DMV.PITAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01871999641898208582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-3925191646459363652008-04-23T15:32:00.000-05:002008-04-23T15:32:00.000-05:00Oh Mep, man do I feel bad for you. I couldn't bel...Oh Mep, man do I feel bad for you. I couldn't believe that it continued as such. I had a similar situation a few weeks back when flying to VA Beach for the half marathon. Long story short I hate air travel and had a complete meltdown on a parked plane sitting next to a bathroom that reaked.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-15070374787311474442008-04-23T09:41:00.000-05:002008-04-23T09:41:00.000-05:00Holy shit. This is just horrible. I hope the rem...Holy shit. This is just horrible. I hope the remainder of the week improves by leaps and bounds. And I, for one, am astounded and amazed that you made dinner after all of the mishaps on the day of the collision.<BR/><BR/>For what it's worth, I love the Chicago DMV, even though I, too, got super lost when I had to go there for my IL license those years ago. The NYC DMV downtown pales in comparison. It is located right on top of where one would get the ferry to Ellis Island if one were one of, oh, a BILLION tourists there on a regular basis.Actchyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14320025313541534433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-11006520058454765332008-04-22T22:51:00.000-05:002008-04-22T22:51:00.000-05:00Some days are like that, aren't they? Sounds like...Some days are like that, aren't they? Sounds like you handled it pretty well. It helps that you had a handle on things. I always hate when I let something spiral out of control then have to add distress to my life by replaying whatever I said and wish I would or would not have said. Glad all is well. mAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-72450266053037658002008-04-22T22:29:00.000-05:002008-04-22T22:29:00.000-05:00Sounds like a terrible, horrible, no good, very ba...Sounds like a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day(s). I was feeling really bad for you throughout the entire post, yet I couldn't help laughing at the same time (perhaps because I talked to you earlier and know you are ok). I really enjoyed the mood checks. I think pity parties are fine once in a while, particularly if you identify them as such. <BR/>As a side note, my driver's license photo is so terrible that I have committed to memory the date when I can get it replaced so hopefully I never run into the expired license problem. Also fortunate for me, my BMV is located in a strip center with Aldi, the Dollar Tree, and a vacant storefront that once held a large grocery store. As you can imagine, it's not a high traffic area where double parking would ever be necessary, NTB.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com