http://vacationstogo.com/fastdeal.cfm?deal=18057
Leaving on Aprill 22 out of Fort Lauderdale and arriving in San Diego on May 6th. Good news here is that it involves no international flights. Discount price $1200 -- purty good when ya consider it's less than $100 a day.
Repositioning cruises are always cheaper and that isn't even the most impressive one.
http://vacationstogo.com/fastdeal.cfm?deal=13520
90% off the original price leaving on May 7 out of Fort Lauderdale and arriving in Amsterdam, Holland on the 21st. Discount price for $780, problem is you're now stuck in Amsterdam although it's about $1500 back to San Fran which actually isn't that bad.
The first would be more efficient as that would cut the cost of international flights, but I think we all know I’m not going anywhere.
Mother just learned from her orthopedic doctor that she’s still on the waiting list and when they’re good and ready they’ll call her and give her a couple days notice. Hurray! So now Mom’s attitude is fuck it! Why should she spend all this time waiting on baited breath for the secretary to call? As far as she’s concerned, she may as well have the gastric bypass now and kill two birds with one stone. She can walk around more, but there's a good chance that if she keeps pushing it… BOOM! But she’s determined now and will have this surgery whether anybody agrees to it or not.. IE gastric bypass surgery.
It is now quite probable that I will be spending my birthday tending to her needs and wiping her ass – which I have no qualms about because that is true love.
I got to go to Vegas for my b-day last year. Actually it was the week before, but it was still damn great.
Yeah I’m one of those whiney spoiled brats who have never been impressed with her birthdays. The problem was I never had any friends and often my birthday celebration would include my extended family and nothing more. I remember my Grandpa suggesting that we have our birthday party at the same time. First of all I was turning 18 which was assumedly a big deal. Next Grandma would serve Grandpa Coconut cake and me angelfood cake with sponge like strawberries. And the main course? Sweet and sour chicken – don’t get all excited this recipe basically consisted of chicken, a packet of onion soup and a bottle of Russian dressing. I hated the stuff.
My 21st birthday I spent with Mother, my Aunt and my cousin Amy. We had planned on ordering many margaritas and then perhaps consider a bit of food later. Unfortunately Amy and her Mother Kaye never stray from the schedule and they were wolfing down the main course before we knew it. Every once inna while a mind boggling cute waiter would walk by, and since I was already snauckered (and happened to be weighing 230 at the time), I’d giggle and point and say, “There goes my boyfriend.” Then outta the blue he came to talk to me. Me! The fat chick getting talked to, I’d never been so lucky. Plus my entire bar tab was free of charge which wasn’t their policy for birthday gurls. Our waitress told us that he’d scratched those off.
*sigh* My buzz was completely ruined when my Aunt said, “Oh I have a friend that works there and she just must have told him to come over and say hi.”
And there was much rejoicing
So I’m cranky because I’ve never once had a good ol’ knock ‘em out, drag ‘em down birthday party for me. Now I’ve attended birthday parties for me, but amazingly the guest of honor was still ostracized.
Why do these getaways sound so appealing to me? Because frankly I just wanna go off somewhere and be alone. Stop tuning up your violin and picking at your heart strings – this isn’t a ploy for sympathy.
I can’t leave Mom; I certainly couldn’t leave Allie for two weeks. I’m the only one who can stick this needle in.
The bottom needle is a regular sewing
needle.
The top is a needle from a syringe.
The middle is the one I have to stick in my poor boy.
The top is a needle from a syringe.
The middle is the one I have to stick in my poor boy.
