Left side hurt this morning. Went to the doctor. He poked my left side for a bit, said it was probably just air pockets, but he was wondering why it wouldn't be in, say, my stomach or intestines. So he poked the rest of my tummy-area. One part on my right side he poked, I yelped at. After a minute and a half of poking and pushing it, he goes, "Hmmn, either you have gall stones or your gallbladder is inflamed!"

I have to go back tomorrow for a sonogram of my gallbladder. He said I might need to get it removed.

I just got a call at work from my youngest sister Andrea accusing the middle sister Alayna of plotting to break up Andrea and her boyfriend by giving out her number to an old mutual friend of both my sisters' from high school who happens to be stationed with his wife and kids near where Andrea lives. I spent a good twenty minutes trying to convince her that our sister wasn't trying to work some sort of nefarious plot against them, or arrange for her to get herpes or any such thing. That the guy probably wasn't trying to pick her up, that it wasn't a 'booty call' but just a 'hey, wanna hang out and catch up' call. Of course Andrea didn't believe me because she's a drama queen and sees soap opera drama in everything. Andrea got mad at me because I didn't immediately agree that Alayna was trying to set her up.

So, after finally getting off the phone with the youngest sibling, I call Alayna and tell her for God's sake next time she wants to help an old friend of Andrea's to get in touch with her, call Andrea first so as to avoid all of this.

We also shared a bit of laughter over Andrea's rampant paranoia. Alayna especially thought it was hilarious how Andrea interpreted the message the guy left because he had specifically told Alayna when she gave him the number that he planned on seeing if Andrea and and her boyfriend would want to go out to eat with him and his wife.

Good times!

Noola, does your name starts and ends with an A?

Rant

College.... Dear Gods they won't have mercy on me

Yes! Amanda. You picked out my Mom's pattern, did you? So silly. She tripped herself up on it more than once when she'd be mad and trying to call one of us over so she could yell/lecture/ground/whatever, she'd wind up rolecalling till she got the right name.

Alexa..?

EDIT: Or, Amanda

Oooh! Alexa would've been nice though. Better than Amanda which is such a common name. I've been one of at least two or three girls named Amanda in every classroom I've ever been in. Heck, here at work, there's only five of us and two of us are named Amanda.

There's a girl I'm checking right now in College named Asha and I have a friend named Amanda.

See? Very common name. Asha sounds pretty though.

Nah, that's normal. My brother's name is Alejandro and my name is Pablo. So far, my mom has NEVER said my name right when she's rushed. She calls me Alex and he calls my brother Pablo

Dad calls me his brother's name, he calls my sister by my mom's and his sister's name.

My grandfather has called my mom by his dog's name, when she was a kid...

Old people

My Mom does that. She calls me Sharon and sharon Joseph

I get called the dog's name. I win.

Edit: And not just by my parents. By everyone.

Squirrels. Everywhere.

That should be a rave, man! Squirrels are cute!

And tasty.

Someone should give 50 squirrels rabbies and release them into a small suburb of rich peoples.

I get that from both Great grandmothers (they both have Dementia), my mormor gives a complete rolecall of all the females in the family (we're mostly all female, oh yay.) and then assumes I or my mom or her cousin has had a baby (I don't think so!). My Vovo thinks I'm a baby or can't remember my name so calls me The Baby (I'm the eldest great grandchild too).

I set myself off on a twenty minute giggle fest once trying to imagine what a rabid chipmunk would look like if it was charging at you. I bet a rabid squirrel would be just as funny. I'd totally get bitten just cause I was too busy laughing to run away.

(Not that I'm in a suburb of rich people, but still. )

My stepdad has forgotten my name before...

"Dorothy! Dolly! Maria! Jorge! Margaret! Louis! Phil! Peter! Daniel! Twink! Toto! Felicia! Spike! Cindy! Angelina! Donna!"

"Nope."

"Anastasia?"

"Almost there..."

"Now I remember! GABRIELLE, GET YOUR OVER HERE!"

Wow. My hatred of names seems tame by comparison.

My name is Benjamin. Not Ben. Not Benny. Not anything else. -Benjamin-. If thats too hard for you, try Aaron. Not Ben.