Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Gas rant

I'm not talking about the gas associated when I get gluten either.

I have heard about this since June in the Phoenix area. But now everyone else knows too that higher outside temperature short changes you at the pump.

I don't want to hear anything from midwest weenies. We've been dealing with 110+ temperatures. I know I live far from work (almost 28 miles one way), but I have decent gas mileage (even with the AC running full steam). And I've noticed that I don't get as far on the first 1/4 tank now as I do in the winter.

Please don't make me show my ubergeekness by showing my MPG Palm database that can be sorted by date.

Will I be getting money back from the gas companies to reimburse me for the few cents that I'm tossing away by filling up in 110 degree weather? Probably not. The best I can do is get my gas at the cheapest stations around. Currently the cheapest stations are just south of Anthem and by work near downtown Phoenix, with the most expensive being in Scottsdale and Fountain Hills. I figure that by getting it the cheapest price around makes it even in the end.

rattling the windows

Get the minds out of the gutter. The windows are rattling from the thunder.

Boyfriend is still in Hawaii.

I love the monsoon season. This is a very promising start to an otherwise dreadful summer heat. I watered the plants and left my car windows rolled down a bit. The car was washed a couple weeks ago and still looks good. So I'm tempting the gods with everything in my arsenal in trying to think that it WOULDN'T rain.

What are the odds that it actually will rain? About 10%. But hearing the windows rattle from the thunder gives me a false bit of hope.

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long day

I should have a drink, but I think that after my first sip, I'm going to pass out.

I was at work at 5 this morning. Got all my cell culturing done, starting making my ordering list, and before I knew it, it was 9:00. That's a half day.

Why take a half day? To be with my mom at the hospital. Today my dad had his major surgery to remove his tumor. I had a bad feeling about it, so I asked for a half discretionary day to be with the family.

My dad made it through the surgery pretty well. They didn't have to make a second incision in the neck, and were able to get all the tumor. All without cracking open his chest. I'd like to know how you remove an esophagous without cracking open the chest.

But my dad's in ICU for the weekend (minimum). Hopefully he's comfortable, but it's hard to tell with the sedation. Tomorrow he might be able to breathe on his own.

Monday we'll get the pathology reports on area lymph nodes.

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