1. CSI: Master Bratak!
medie and I had our squee on this morning over it. *g* Who knew Jaffa masters rocked the handwriting analysis?
2. Smallville: Squeeee!!!! Oh, and ( some info that makes me way too geeky ).
3. Survivor: Someone please shut. Jamie. up. Now. And preferrably let Bobby Jon do it with a large rock. Thanks.
4. Working on NASCAR slash again today. Now that work is being slow again and my head is in the game.
5. My grandmother is going to rehab today. This is after we get to the hospital last night (me and my sister) and they've told her she's checking out while she was doped up, and didn't bother to call Mr. Power-of-Attorney My Dad. Oh, and she's in a room with a call button that doesn't work AND a phone that can't call out. Sister and I raised hell. Sister got to raise hell on the drugs. I got to raise hell that the caseworker is consulting a woman NOT in her right mind about serious decisions without notifying either of her doctors or her son. As of today, she's going to rehab near her house, but any time she needs to see a doctor (the doctors in her town are incompetent - small towns suck sometimes) an ambulance has to bring her to Greensboro. Ha! We win!
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In a bit will be a post on the freakiest thing I've ever seen to do with a natural disaster. Freaky! Beats tornados, category 5 hurricanes, earthquakes equivalent to the big one, tsunamis...I swear, it's the freakiest damn thing I've ever hear of. But deserving of it's own post.
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2. Smallville: Squeeee!!!! Oh, and ( some info that makes me way too geeky ).
3. Survivor: Someone please shut. Jamie. up. Now. And preferrably let Bobby Jon do it with a large rock. Thanks.
4. Working on NASCAR slash again today. Now that work is being slow again and my head is in the game.
5. My grandmother is going to rehab today. This is after we get to the hospital last night (me and my sister) and they've told her she's checking out while she was doped up, and didn't bother to call Mr. Power-of-Attorney My Dad. Oh, and she's in a room with a call button that doesn't work AND a phone that can't call out. Sister and I raised hell. Sister got to raise hell on the drugs. I got to raise hell that the caseworker is consulting a woman NOT in her right mind about serious decisions without notifying either of her doctors or her son. As of today, she's going to rehab near her house, but any time she needs to see a doctor (the doctors in her town are incompetent - small towns suck sometimes) an ambulance has to bring her to Greensboro. Ha! We win!
***
In a bit will be a post on the freakiest thing I've ever seen to do with a natural disaster. Freaky! Beats tornados, category 5 hurricanes, earthquakes equivalent to the big one, tsunamis...I swear, it's the freakiest damn thing I've ever hear of. But deserving of it's own post.
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