Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: November 2011

  • There Oughta Be a Government Regulation

    No, this isn’t about government regulation of the securities industry. Or yesterday’s Hottie Judge. Here’s a better photo for Hattie and fellow rogue judge lovers. This pose comes right before he winks and cocks his finger guns. ==================================================== No, what the government should really regulate is toilet height. My home commode should be the standard…

  • The Man Who Spanked the SEC

    Here is my new favorite judge: U.S. District Judge Jed Rakoff The Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC, of whom I am appropriately terrified following my Series 7 exam) punishes those in the market who do evil, such as betting against their own team because they’re going to throw the game. Specifically, Citigroup, headed by the…

  • Coconut

    I shared a childhood memory with my bechilded friends at work. “When I was a kid I loved it when Mom would bring home coconuts. Dave and I would sit on the patio and hammer them open with the patio bricks. Then we’d gnaw on the dirty shards. It was the best thing ever. If…

  • Bossy? Gary?

    Gary protests my characterization of Thanksgiving Eve. “I am NOT bossy.” And, in his world view, he is not bossy. In his family, he is the very least bossy and controlling person. Everyone there has an opinion on how everyone else should behave, spend, date, where they should live, and instead of just having the…

  • Anticlimax-giving Day

    Things Discussed Death. I was thankful no one died this year. Mr. Wonderful, my Gary, Wilma. Sandy whispered, “What do you mean ‘Wilma?’ Mom didn’t almost die.” “Heart attack!” “Oh! I forgot about that!” The Future Mrs Nephew Who Was Not There. The Nephew kept the peace admirably. He spoke only when spoken to. When…

  • Well, That Sucked Sideways, and We Still Have to Go to Thanksgiving

    You can skip the three posts below, if you like, unless you like cinema verite. So odd to me that here I thought my husband might be critically ill and I blogged about it. So strange. I don’t think before I write. Blah blah here are my guts. But! Let me take you back to…

  • Parrrrtay

    Er staff is having holiday party.

  • Update

    No blood in brain. Drugs are good.

  • In the ER for thanksgiving

    Gary’s jaw pain turned into exploding skull pain.They are giving him a cat scan right now.The doctor is guessing stroke.He can talk and walk and say his numbers. He also told me his life insurance provider on the way to the hospital.I’m sure he’ll be fine.

  • Grumpy Landlady.

    I have been working with this property management company for months now. This is how it goes: They silently spend money on emergencies. (The inspector said you need a fire door. The renter smelled gas.) I am not told of these emergencies, what they cost. To some extent, that is what I’m paying for: to…