cleverly disguised as a responsible adult

We're pretty sure Ox has some of the same allergies as Emi. We'll get the first list of Things He Can't Have on Thursday, but if he's anything like his big sister, we'll keep getting foods added to the list for a long time.

*Side note: We'll also find out on Thursday if Emi's as allergic to dogs as I think she is. If so, I'll have to call GPA-WI and ask them to help find a new home for Rain. I love my dog, but I love my daughter WAY MORE.*

Downwood and I are pretty sure that milk is one of Ox's allergies. He gets the same rash on his face and torso that Emi got whenever I would have milk. He doesn't seem to have the same itchies that she had, though, which is a nice change.

Ox also already has a referral to a GI specialist. He throws up ALL the time. He's still my Mr Chubbs, which impresses the doctors. They see how hard it is for him to keep anything down, but he's still gaining weight and maintaining his 75th percentile ranking for height and weight.

*Other side note: Emi can't say the L in Alex, so she calls him Ox or Oxy. We think this is adorable and plan on keeping Ox as his nickname for life.*

I knew that part of being a mom was to worry about my kids. I just wish I didn't have this much worry right away. I want them to be happy and healthy and I'll make whatever dietary sacrifices are necessary for that, but it's not fair to tell the toddler that she can't share treats with other kids or go out to dinner or the thousand and one other things taht allergies get in the way. Dammit.

So I'm in training all day today, tomorrow, and Friday. Apparently, I managed to get the only computer that has its remote desktop abilities disconnected. Bugrit. It doesn't help my attention span any that they're REtraining everyone on the team because they did such a craptastic job the first time around.

It's pretty boring. It's crowded in here. I can't do the work that needs to get done soon because I can't get to either my files or my programs.

Today? Today sucks. I'm going to do my best to think evil GM thoughts and figure out a way to make everything work, but...yeah. If anyone has a minute or two, shoot me an email or something talking-ish. I'm gonna go nuts. Like, insane. Like, about the same level of OMGI'mSObored,Pleasemakeitstop that I was getting the first time around but with more ducks.

Damn ducks.

Grr.

To the guys who keep the fridge stocked with milk and the mysterious person who brought a package of Double Stuf Oreos to the breakroom, you have saved many people a hideous and messy death today. May the angels sing your praises in Heaven.

*growl* That's it. I officially hate all stupid people. I just spent a couple of minutes at Fark, looking to see if the most recent P/S contest would be worth watching. Instead, I found so many displays of rampant stupidity that I needed to close the window just so that my rage level would stay at "seething" rather than "beserker".

It doesn't help that I discovered some new data that sort of confirm what I'd concluded earlier. If it'd been in the lab, I'd be happy about it. Real Life, however, is a completely different matter. Especially in this case. *growl* Yes, I'm being vague. Deal.

Even though Boss told me my manuscript was good, the other three members of the team have all told me that I need to rearrange the Whole Damn Thing. *growl* Why the hell did I bother doing the numbered citation thing before? Why'd they want me to put in the time, then tell me to mix it all up again? Yes, I know there's a way to get Word to do it for you, but I'm not that dedicated right now. I just want to get the damn thing out the door. Problem is, I actually agree with the changes they want made. Damn them.

Really, the only thing that's in front of me right now that's amusing in a positive sort of way is this week's Onion.
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