Friday, December 24, 2010

Merry Christmas!

Babcia wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!
She actually wanted me to take a picture of her decorations and her table setting to show that we are a "classy bunch" but I told her that wasn't funny, and therefore wouldn't put it on the blog... 
No spreading germs! Peace be with you and yours, as you FIST BUMP into the new year!



And here is a FIRST!

BABCIA reading part of "Twas the Night Before Christmas" to you...
and to all a GOOD NIGHT!

Christmas wishes,
Justine

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Collector or Hoarder - You Decide.

My grandmother is one for sales. She couldn't pass up a sale if her life depended on it. But not just ANY sale... she can't pass up a sale on:
  • Placemats
  • Hand Towels
  • Cloth Napkins
  • Plates/Bowls/Cups/Glasses, etc
She has so many "Winter/Christmas" placemats, she could 1. open up her own store 2. feed the whole neighborhood on a different placemat each day of the season.

For example, beginning in Octoberish come the Autumn placemats. Then come the Leaf placemats in November along with the Turkey plates (WHO HAS TURKEY PLATES?!). But don't be fooled. The day after Thanksgiving, the Turkey plates go into hibernation, and out come... SNOWMAN PLATES and SNOWMAN BOWLS and the SNOW placemats in a variety of shapes and designs.

I've known she's had this "problem" for many years now. I would be over her house as a young girl, and there would always be new glasses in the cupboard. In my house, we would only replace glasses if and when they fell and broke. And guess where we would get replacement glasses from? Babcia's house! Because she had BOUNTIES of glassware. I have an entire bureau in my room...(four drawers) full of themed cloth napkins and placemats.

Example of 2 drawers...
Now, earlier in December I noticed an over-abundance of festive hand towels in the bathrooms. "JOY TO THE WORLD" and "WELCOME WINTER"  were embroidered on some, others had embroidered poinsettias or pine trees... As well as a basket. A WHOLE basket of small hand towels.
"Babcia, what are all of these hand towels for? There has to be 40 in there!" - Justine
"They're for the guests" - Babcia
"What guests? And HOW MANY ARE YOU EXPECTING?" - Justine
"Any guest... You're supposed to use one to dry your hands after you wash them and then put it in that basket over there when you're done." - Babcia
"I have been coming here for 23 years. I have never seen a sign or been told to do this in my life." - Justine
If you come to her house...now you know how to dry your hands.
 I mean, if this is considered "hoarding" at least she's a neat hoarder. And if this is "collecting" at least she gets things on super-duper clearance sale and she's not spending bagillions of dollars (for her own sake. But I mean, Wenisa and I can only eat off of ONE snowman plate at a time. I just think of all of the sad Easter paraphernalia that is just waiting to be used for 2 weeks up in the attic...

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

SSRIs out the Wahzoo...
Justine

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Wounded Soldier.

Babcia whipped out the Christmas decorations the other day... She usually does a beautiful job.

Unfortunately I had to eat dinner with THIS above my head:
Mr. Nutcracker the hip and ankle disarticulation amputee... poor little guy.
What is she thinking putting this up for a decoration?! Putting this poor nutcracker on display with his leg just HANGING there is just so sad. Poor Nutcracker.

I hope Santa brings you a prosthetic leg. <3 and a foot.

NSAIDS and Opiods for phantom limb pain,
Justine

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

A Mysterious Mystery.

Scene of the crime: The Kitchen.

Exhibit A (Primary Evidence): Bag of pine-cones. A cookie sheet with aluminum foil on it, and approximately 10 pine-cones precariously placed upon the cookie sheet. Oven preheated to 350 degrees F.
Exhibit A.
Exhibit B (Secondary Evidence): 2 hours later, a plastic bag containing a can of red spray paint, one container of silver glitter, and one container of gold glitter appeared on the counter-top.

WHAT DO YOU THINK? ... What would be your next move?
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Here's what I did:

Statement from the Defendant: "I'm baking pine-cones and then painting them red, then covering them in glitter for the Garden Club... It may smell like pine in here soon..."

Verdict:  I should have assumed something as easy as COOKING PINE-CONES. What? It was the strangest thing to see... Pine-cones in the oven.

Xanax and Seroquel,
Justine

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

About those bees...

So you may recall a post a while ago about the bee infested umbrella that Babcia requested someone take down for her. (If you don't recall, may I suggest you click here to refresh your memory first). So lucky for my grandmother, my friend Andrew was brave enough to put the umbrella down and put it under the sunroom for the winter, and face the bees head on.

Now, bring us to months later...It is now Thanksgiving Day and Babcia has baked some delish looking Pumpkin pies and an Apple pie to bring to my Aunt's house for Thanksgiving Dinner. Babcia makes the treacherous journey to the basement, underneath the sunroom to fetch her pie baskets and brings it up. She opens the pie basket in the kitchen and there's a BEE in the basket! (Bees alive now? It's almost flippin' December!) So she hits the bee (she said she did that to "stun the bee") and then she gets a paper towel to finish the deed. Shortly after the bee has met it's demise, she says:
"I think that bee bit me! They're out to get me."
You have to understand... Babcia got stung on the ear the week before when she was at Stop&Shop and her ear lobe blew up 3x the size of the other one.

So being the good pharmacy student I am, I once again recommended a MULTITUDE of remedies for bee stings, such as ice cubes, a paste of baking soda and water, and even toothpaste. (NONE of which she wanted to take last time she was stung)

It took her until we actually got to Thanksgiving dinner and her hand was so swollen that you couldn't see the knuckles anymore that she finally allowed me to make a concoction of baking soda and water which helped her immensely.
That is an impressive frowny face... Poor thing!
Two days later, her hand was finally back to normal. I just had to share this picture because she looks too pathetic and sad. :( She's all better now though! And everyone loved the pies!

Epi-Pens (again) and Baking Soda,
Justine

Friday, November 19, 2010

No one to text to...

The other week, Wenisa and Babcia and I took a trip to see a lecture the Michael J. Fox was doing at our university. The place was absolutely packed. We luckily had some wonderful friends that saved us some seats because we were running late. Since we had to get there almost an hour early and sit in our seats until it began, we were all sitting aroung, some were talking, however it you looked around, most people were texting people across the auditorium. I know I was. I hadn't been up to school for a while and I was trying to locate my friends who I knew were there and see how they were. It was clearly TOO loud to call them, so texting is clearly the preferable way to silently be in contact with multiple people at the same time. Most people in our generation know this...

Babcia on the other hand was getting a bit frustrated. I was sitting next to her and wasn't talking to her, because I was too busy texting. (Yea, it was pretty rude of me...) All of a sudden, Babcia whips (not her hair back and forth) but her phone out of her purse and opens it up and starts pushing the buttons, leans to the girl next to her and says:
"I was feeling left out..."
(Got her to turn it on...) Never seen a happier texter!
I then explained to her, that if she was going to pretend to text...she should probably turn the phone ON so that her texting looks a little more realistic.

She then hung out with Wenisa and I and a bunch of other female pharmacy students from our pharmacy fraternity who were eager to meet her.

She was also recently spotted in CVS.

I hope Perez doesn't catch wind and start editing the pictures of her I put up here.

Have YOU had a Babcia siting lately?

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Germaphobe?

My grandmother does a good job of keeping up with current news. When I come down in the morning, the news is always on... she's always cutting out pharmacy related articles for Wenisa and I, and we tend to watch the news at night or talk about current topics at dinner.

This one was a shocker.

Babcia mentioned the other day about how PURELL just came out with a study that said 55% of Americans would rather touch a public toilet seat than shake someone's hand after they've coughed or sneezed into it. She then said that 49% of Americans have chosen the fist bump over a classic handshake, because they're afraid of germs. (And YES... she does use the actual percentages in conversation!)

So, I've witnessed now on two occasions, Babcia being introduced to someone for the first time and this is what happens:
Nice to meet you... I'm Babcia *FIST POUND*
Neither of these are actually Babcia's hand...as you can clearly see from the amount of arm hair on both arms...
Maybe it's because she's 76 years old that she gets looks when she does it. She of course goes into a full length discussion about the Purell study afterwards though..and completes the introduction with:
I'm just not going to do the CHEST BUMP any time soon!
Talk about a first impression...

Purell and GermX Fist pounds,
Justine

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Trick or Treat... Emphasis on the Trick.

I've never been home from college to experience the whole "giving kids candy" business. So not only was this year a "treat" in that I got to experience that, but it was made 3000x better because I handed out candy at my grandmother's house.

Here is how a typical "ringing of the doorbell" went:
*doorbell rings*
Babcia: *starts walking down the hallway to the door in her MuuMuu* BOOOOOoooooOOo! BOOooooOoooOOo!!! *opens door*
Kids: TRICK OR TREAT!
Babcia: Oh my goodness! Look at all of these costumes! COME IN! COME IN! (she assured Wenisa and I that this wasn't weird. Apparently she knows all of the children and she didn't think that it was weird to invite children into her home...)
 Kids: ... Trick of Treatttt!!!!
Babcia: OK! I'll take... I'll take the TRICK! What trick do you have for me?
Kids: *DEAD STARE* *DEER IN HEADLIGHTS* uhhhhhhh
Kid #1: I can't do anything...
Babcia: I'm sure you can do something! Sing me a song, do a dance for me, anything? Show me a trick!
Kids: *MORE DEAD STARES*
Kid #2: I'm an acrobat, so I can touch my head with my feet! *proceeds to take off her coat and demonstrate this "Trick"
Babcia: OH WOW! That was wonderful! What about you?
Kid #1: I can't do anything...
Kid #3: I do yoga! I can do Ninja Pose #3 for you...
Babcia: OH WOW! Alrighty, Justine and Wenisa will give you candy now!
You can see the MuuMuu...and Ninja Pose 3.
 She really made these kids WORK IT for their candy. I wish we had this one on video. I felt so awkward for some of the kids, especially the older ones who were probably trying to figure out what the heck they got themselves into. She says she does this every year and the kids love it. I told her that if I lived in her neighborhood I would really have to contemplate the fact that she gives out mini-bags of multiple candies to the fact that I have to do a trick for her. I have a feeling I'd skip over her house... or at least warn the friends I was trick-or-treating with...

of the Lady in the MuuMuu who invites you in her house and makes you do tricks in her foyer.

Effexor and Klonopin Kisses,
Justine

Dinner Menu: BBQ Foot

I had recent foot surgery in which I was told to soak my foot in Epsom Salts for a few days before the surgery. My grandmother has EVERYTHING in her house (absolutely...everything)! Therefore I naturally came home to ask her if she had Epsom salts before I went out and purchased my own...
Justine: "Do you have Epsom Salts?"
Babcia: "ummm.... YA! I do! I have Kosher Salt. I think it's in my bathroom, underneath the sink."
Justine: "Kosher Salt? I have to soak my foot..I can't soak in Kosher Salts! Epsom Salts are different."
My Mom: (The chemical engineer) "Kosher Salt is sodium chloride. Epsom Salts are magnesium chloride"
Babcia: "Same thing..."
So I mosey my way to her bathroom, and sure enough. She has Kosher Salt under her sink.
Kosher Salt belongs in the Kitchen. Not under the bathroom sink.
So I brought the Kosher Salt (which is pretty much Kosher Table Salt) to the kitchen where it belongs. Just out of curiosity, I looked at the box to see if there were ANY indications that I was unaware of about soaking feetsies in Kosher Salt Water:
Unless we were BBQing my foot, then there is no need for Kosher Salt on my feet.
I hope she hasn't used this on her feet before. She'd be in a world of swollen if she did.

Message to the Public: KOSHER SALT GOES IN THE KITCHEN. EPSOM SALTS DO NOT GO IN THE KITCHEN.

Furosemide and HCTZ happy trails,
Justine

She Knows Where You Roam...

It's Babcia The Gnome!

I think this is probably the highest quality picture of a potential gnome captured. I contemplated sending it to Channel 3 for the evening news.

Caught on FILM! She can even find you great deals on hotels and flights across the US!
Another silly outfit Babcia wore to the football field. I completely understand this one however, because it felt like it was -1,278F outside with gale force winds...but really.

I called her "Gnomey" all night

Boniva and HGH hugs,
Justine

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Football Fashion

I'm concerned. This is how I found my grandmother on the football field the other day.
Babcia bearing a striking resemblance to the killer from "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
I understand she was trying to stay warm and all. But she had a horrifying profile. But don't worry...it's still sweet, cute, adorable, Babcia underneath it all!
Presh...

Flagyl and Famotidine,
Justine

Thumbing 101

Babcia caved. She wanted to learn how to "Thumb". Which if you've missed previous entries, is "using an iPhone" because when Wenisa and I are using out iPhones, she gets upset that we're just "thumbing about". She doesn't allow "thumbing" at the dinner table, however after dinner one day she wanted to look at pictures of Wenisa's family. So Wenisa taught Babcia how to scroll through pictures on her iPhone.

Babcia used each and EVERY finger on her hands to prove that you don't just have to use her thumb.
Demonstrating the use of multiple fingers to scroll through pictures... with wine.
The wine improves thumbing abilities. Just an FYI. She told me to call this "Fingering 101". I had to censor my grandmother.

Diclofenac and Humira Hugs,
Justine

Googling 101.

Babcia: How do you Google something?
*Justine looks at Babcia's computer, it appears she is currently on www.comcast.com*
Justine: Well first you have to go to Google.
Babcia: Well I have the thing here. So where do I type it in so that Google can call it?
Justine: ??? Just type in the address right there... 

Just plain old Google. Not Google voice. Just plain Google.
 She wasn't even trying to Google. She was just trying to type in a website, she just didn't know where to type it in. 

:) Love her.

Klonopin and Crazy Pills,
Justine

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

You know it's Football Season when...

FOOTBALL SEASON!
1. Babcia spends her weekends watching Penn State and UConn games on TV
2. Babcia makes dinner in the morning for Wenisa and I because she goes to my little cousins' practices and games at night
3. Babcia is screaming at the TV (also very common during UConn Women's Basketball season)
4. Babcia's fold up chair is consistently in her car
5. Babcia can be found as a fixture on the football field conversing with parents during the week
6. Babcia is consistently not home until after dark
7. She can be found wearing this:
The back of the jersey says the last name of my cousins, and that's their number! And yes, she's got a baseball in her hand.. She's silly like that
She is a dedicated grandma :)

Sun tan lotion and Ice packs,
Justine

Grandma-to-English Dictionary

This is a growing list of words and or phrases from either myself/Wenisa or from Babcia that we have had to use the Grandma-to-English Translator for. Bridging generation gaps with our speech has proven to be a challenge.

"I'm Good"
Babcia - Well I don't know... It's a nebulous term. Do you know what nebulous means? (No...) I think people need to say Yes if they mean "YES", or No if they mean "NO". What's the matter with "No thank you, or Yes please?"
Justine and Wenisa - I'm Good means. I'm all set. I don't want it, or I'm content. It's nicer then "No."

"Skank"
Babcia - I have NO idea. I do understand the other definitions for the other words you gave me...
Justine and Wenisa - Whore and Slut? Right...that's the same as a skank.

"Thumbing"
Justine and Wenisa - I don't even want to guess
Babcia - It's that thing you both do at the dinner table with your thumbs and your twittering!! Dinner time is a time for NON-THUMBING!

*Justine answers the phone* "Hey..."
Babcia - What happened to "HELLO?"
Straz (Friend on the phone) - That's SO two decades ago!

"I was very busy, I didn't know what to do next... do I felt like a one armed paper hanger with diarrhea"
Justine and Wenisa - WHAT? How can you have a hanger with one side? And how can it have diarrhea?
Babcia - It means I was trying to multitask. It's so pitiful, because you kids don't understand this. When you hang wallpaper, you put paste on the back of the wallpaper paper that's the height of the room, like 8 or 9 ft long. You need two hands to get to to get it to stick to the wall. If you had only one arm, you'd have a problem, and if you had diarrhea, you'd REALLY have a problem!

"Biffle"
Babcia - Never heard of it.
Justine and Wenisa - Best Friend For Life.
Babcia - Oh BFF! O-M-G...I know that one!

Lots of Love and Lovenox,
Justine and Wenisa

Monday, September 20, 2010

Olive Oil Spill

My encounter with my grandmother in the kitchen this morning while I'm eating breakfast. I do have to give my grandmother "props". She's learning our lingo (more and more, and more about that in the next post) however the woman gets up every morning and makes me 3 eggs EVERY MORNING before I go off to work. She does this at 5:30am! She's usually up at 5am. She's really spoiling me.
Trying to pour THIS...
into THIS..tiny hole.
Anyway. So as I'm eating the wonderfully delicious eggs, and I'm watching her trying to pour olive oil from a big metal tin into a small glass bottle to refill it. She was getting covered in oil. She wasn't using a funnel or anything, she was just trying to aim. There was no real "spout" on the tin can, so it wasn't really going into the bottle. I finally go her to take the plastic part off of the opening of the glass bottle she was pouring into, and then things flowed a little smoother. She was still COVERED in oil.
This is was the killer for me. As she's standing, elbow-deep in EVOO (thank you Rachael Ray, Extra Virgin Olive Oil) she says:
"I feel like I'm cleaning off animals in the Gulf of Mexico's oil spill!"

YOU DO? You're in your own kitchen sink! The oil is CLEAR...it's covering your HANDS!
Goodness gracious. Love her to death.


Enoxaparin and Erythromycin,
Justine

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The Evolving Definition of the Word "Partner"

So... Babcia signed the three of us up for a "Jewelry Making" class at the local library. Quaint little library. The library I used to go to with my grandfather. Adorable really. So we get there after work one day, and the three of us sign in and sit down and the lady who's teaching the jewelry making class goes through her spiel (a word that I always thought was SCHPIEL...learn something new every day..). It was all ladies in the room, and ladies of all ages I might add. For once we weren't the youngest. I'd say ages ranged from 17-80 years old maybe?

There were three ladies next to us. The first thing I noticed was this:
Tattoos: One thing that does NOT get better with age.
 It was two ladies of roughly the same age and then a younger woman and they seemed to have come together. As the lady who was running the workshop was walking around and helping everyone make their bracelets and earrings, she stopped by their table and was talking to them, and of course, I was eavesdropping on the conversation. I'll try to explain the conversation without confusing you...
Lady running the workshop: "Ok, know I see resemblance... who's related??"
Younger Woman: "Yep! She's my mom (points to older woman #1)
Older Woman #1: "She's lucky enough to have two moms!"
Lady running the workshop: "How wonderful! Did you know, I made 700 rainbow necklaces for this year's PRIDE parade in NYC and sold them ALL? (continues conversation...)
So it all was apparent to me. The younger woman was the daughter of the one lady who had a female partner.

Now. My grandmother got in the car, and although she was actually the one sitting the closest to them, she did not eavesdrop like I did. So I decided to bring up the awful looking ankle tattoo first, and then started talking about how the lady running the workshop had made 700 necklaces for pride. Babcia finally started questioning how I knew all this and I told her that the ladies sitting next to her were lesbians and that she was talking to them about it and I was listening...

THEN THE LIGHT GOES ON... 
"THEY SAID PARTNERS...I thought they were BUSINESS PARTNERS!" -Babcia
Oye.

Xifaxin and Xolair,
Justine

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

HAPPY 76th BIRTHDAY BABCIA!!!

Today is Babcia's 76th Birthday! (She kept singing "76 Trombones" this morning...)

If you want to buy her anything, she'll be up for a round of Scotch.

They sang some crazy song in Polish about living 100 years. We're not sure what we would sing for Justine's Great-Grandma who is 102 years old, but none the less... STO LAT BABCIA!

An adorable picture of Justine and her family with Babcia!
Antioxidants and Botox,
Wenisa

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Tech Savvy Grandma

I'll give my grandmother the benefit of the doubt. She's more WITH technology than most, yet still lacks in some departments.

Let's assess skills compared to a majority of senior citizens I've conversed with (and yes, I've conversed with many):

1. She can turn ON the computer (and OFF for that fact) which I'd say puts her at the 50th percentile right off the bat.

2. She can make Word documents and Excel spreadsheets. She is a landlord, and therefore does use the computer to keep track of her bills and finances. So I mean, if we're pretending she's applying for an entry level position about 10 years ago, when Word and Excel were all you needed as a secretary, I'd say she'd have a semi-decent chance of getting the job. Her only downfalls are that it takes her 10 minutes to type things, and heaven help us if she needs to find an old document or format her current one. That's why I'd take over.

3. She can send an e-mail. She does have an e-mail account which she uses to send messages to her friends and to the members of the local Garden Club, however her downfall with this, according to Wenisa is that it took both of them to type 8 e-mail addresses in because the other day when she wanted to send the link to this blog out to some friends, her "address book mysteriously was empty". Who the HECK knows what happened there... she most likely deleted it.

4. She has a Bluetooth Headset for her Cell Phone. I'm all for going handsfree. No cell phones while driving. (You know what Oprah says, "No Phone Zone") However, Babcia goes ABOVE AND BEYOND the call of duty, because not only does she wear her blue tooth during her car ride, but she has been known to wear it in CVS Pharmacy whilst shopping, in the mall, while at the football field, etc. IT IS NOT A FASHION ACCESSORY. Now yes, this may be easier to communicate, however you have to understand the level of CRAZY that one might assume if they were to see you talking to yourself because your Bluetooth is of course on the opposite ear. And of course when you call her on her cell phone , it takes a solid minute for her to get "Bluetooth-situated" and I just hear "WAIT A MINUTE...WAIT A MINUTE" until finally 1 minute later when she is all set I finally get a "HELLO? HE..Hee Hello?!?"
This is just not ok. But... Babcia has been known to pull off this look.
Unfortunately...
5. She thinks that you're signed off the internet when you log out of Internet Explorer. When I broke that news to her, she was not only devastated, but SCARED! (she used to have dial-up internet... for YEARS, so it's understandable that she assumes that I guess...) She immediately said "So are you saying that people can steal my information ALL of the time?" I don't know where she gets this from... I think she watches too much Dateline. What does she think they're going to do? Crawl into her computer while she's "logged out of Internet Explorer" and raid her computer of all of her information?

6. She hates texting. She told Wenisa and I to put our fingers away at the dinner table once. She doesn't really understand how we communicate via texting either. I wish she WOULD text though because maybe that would eliminate the 1,000,000 phone calls that come to this house daily. I don't really mind, I just find it funny seeing as less and less people are using house lines and she just seems to use it more and more! More power to her. Saves her a texting plan and her thumbs from wearing out.

Her Opinion
After Wenisa and I installed WiFi in the house, she exclaimed, "I have to tell all my friends how TECH-SAVVY I am!"

Glyburide Giggles,
Justine

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Draw a Clock!

please don't try this without supervision of a medical professional
Similarly to the fact that when Babcia would pick me up from school, she would ask, "How was your day?" or "Did the teacher have a dress on?" (to get the conversation started) now that I'm on my rotations she tends to ask Wenisa and I if anything interesting happened at the hospital. Here and there we have some crazy stories to tell her about the hospital, but with my VA rotation I became slightly obsessed with cognitive function tests and testing for dementia.

There's one simple test that we used during my geriatrics rotation in July at the VA, that just blows my mind. It's called a Clock Drawing test. It's typically used for assessing dementia and Alzheimer's. So one day, Babcia was in the kitchen, and she said "Hmm..why did I come in here? I can't remember why I came in here!" So I said:
"Draw a clock"
Babcia deep in thought, attempting the Clock Drawing Test
She had no idea what was going on, yet she followed my simple directions without asking many questions and her clock was unremarkable. Nothing to be concerned about. So my clinical test showed no dementia via the Clock Test. PHEW! Usually you ask for the clock to say ten after 11, however, I just picked a random time. Thankfully her clock didn't look like one of these:
These are .... concerning...
 Unfortunately however, she doesn't realize this is a diagnostic tool. She uses it as a game or a brain exercise with her friends when she talks to them on the phone:
"Oh no, I forgot what I was going to say...  I really had a funny story to tell you. I just completely lost it!" -Friend #1,000,000 that calls daily
"Oh it's OK... it'll come to you. Draw a clock!" -Babcia
 Even when Wenisa and I forget something, she'll tell us to "Draw a Clock!" Heaven help her doctor if he ever asks her to draw a clock! Not only will she know what he's doing to her, but she'll have it down pat and probably say "OH NO PROBLEM! I do this all the time..."

Namenda and Aricept Appreciation,
Justine

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

How allergic to bees are you?

I was going to a concert the other weekend. (John Mayer, if anyone was reallllly that curious) and I was out and about town grabbing a few last minute things before meeting my friends at Babcia's house so we could carpool to the concert. I get home and my brother, Cameron, is already there waiting for me, and he points to the kitchen counter, where I see this:
"HELP!! Could someone please put up the umbrella outside - Thank you, Ella-Ella-Ella"
She has watched a little too much of...
THIS with a little too much of HER....
But what really happened was that there was a whole heck of a lot of bees that had taken up residence in her porch umbrella. My brother went out, being the big manly 17yr old that he is, but he doesn't know his allergic status. I wasn't going to DARE go out and potentially get stung by thousands of swarming bees just to put up an umbrella. But of course, when each one of my friends came in, her first words to them weren't "Hi, how are you?" like a normal person...they were "How allergic to bees are you?" She finally found Andrew who was crazy enough to go outside and put it up carefully, so that she could eat dinner out there after we left... 
amongst the bees?
(not my ideal dinner date, but who's to judge?)

Epipens and Diphenhydramine,
Justine

How to Prepare Stir-Fry

One of the best perks about living with Babcia is that we don't have to worry about cooking many meals. And for those who know me, this is FABULOUS since I don't know how to cook. All I have to take care of is breakfast (which is Kashi Cereal every morning) and lunch (which is either a turkey or roast beef sandwich). She makes dinner for us every night, and the three of us sit down at the dinner table to enjoy delicious meals, mostly Polish foods. But once in a while, she wants to make me feel at home, so she'll make Chinese meals aka stir fry. She likes to ask me questions regarding what ingredients to include, but as mentioned above I have no experience whatsoever with cooking.

Once she even asked me how to eat stir-fry and watched me as I prepared my plate.

So let's go over the steps I used, so that you can prepare Stir-Fry the PROPER way!

1. Scoop rice into plate/bowl.

2. Scoop stir-fry on top of rice.

3. Add desired amount of crunchy noodley things on top.

4. Add soy souce. No matter how salty it already is. Skip the green topped one, there's no such thing as "low sodium" soy sauce

5. Enjoy with fork or chopsticks (which Babcia wants me to teach her how to use by April, however my skills are limited.)

I mean, it's stir fry...Nothing crazy.

Maybe my explanation wasn't good enough for Babcia, because for tonight's stir fry dinner, she whipped out the Betty Crocker Easy Chinese/Oriental Cooking Recipe Books (which I didn't even know existed, nor did I know Chinese was so easy)
Oriental Cooking? Easy Chinese? Thanks Betty Crocker...for simplifying my culture.

Lasix Love,
Wenisa

Monday, August 16, 2010

Ice Cream Coma?

There is a specific time, almost every night, where the three of us indulge in the world's most delectable delicacy: Ice Cream.

Ice Cream Time: 8:58pm. M-Th.

You may wonder why we chose 8:58pm to engorge ourselves with sinful calories. Well, 9pm is when "Degrassi: The Boiling Point" is on, and Wenisa and I don't like to miss a second, unless Babcia tries to start talking to us, where we have to nicely tell her that she has to wait until 9:30pm. The other time we might miss any of the show would be when she's talking loudly on the phone or has HER show competing with ours from her bedroom loud enough to make someone go deaf. 

So anywho. After another ENTHRALLING episode of "Degrassi" (don't judge) the other night, Wenisa and I shut off all the lights and pass by Babcia's room on our way upstairs, and this is what we see:
"It's all gone!"
 This was a near pathetic sight. An empty half gallon (she didn't eat it all, just finished off the container) with spoon in hand, sleeping. So I snuck in, grabbed both out of her hand without her even flinching and snuck back out of her room.

She had no recollection in the morning of even eating the ice cream.

More adventures to come...
Ketoconazole Kisses,
Wenisa and Justine

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Introducing our Landlady AKA Babcia

We moved in to my Babcia's house (Babcia is Grandmother in Polish) in May all prepped and ready for our final year of Pharmacy School rotations. Little did we know what hilarious adventures would come from living with my friend, Wenisa, and my grandmother.

What you need to know about Babcia:
From Left to Right: Justine (Me), Jodi (my mom and Babcia's eldest), Babcia, and Marcia (Babcia's youngest)
 We didn't exactly know where to start, so we asked Babcia some questions so you can get to know her a bit better...
"I swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me God!" - Babcia
  1. Where is your favorite place to nap? My chair
  2. What was your best college experience?  Being away from home. Justine- anything scandelous? Babcia- Oh yea, we would always go down to the Elliot Lounge in Boston for 35cent drinks
  3. Have you ever been skinny dipping? NO! I don't know where you keep hearing this from...
  4. If you were a flower, what kind would you be and why? A Hydrangea, because they're big and beautiful and last a long time
  5. What is your favorite type of beer? Bud Light **and she takes a sip**
  6. What did you want to be when you were 12? I dunno, I never really thought about it... do I have to give you an answer? Justine- Yes. Babcia- I guess a nurse
  7. If you could have any superpower what would it be? Define superpower... **Justine and Wenisa list of super power possibilities** Babcia-I would want a good brain
  8. What's your most embarrassing moment? I guess I don't take life too seriously, because I don't get embarrassed a lot. I'll have to think on that a day or two. Justine- What about when you fell through the porch? Babcia- That wasn't embarrassing...
  9. What do you think of the internet? I think it's exciting because of all the information, and it's a mind challenge. It scares me as a senior citizen because maybe I don't know enough and that could land me in trouble.
  10. What do you think of Lady Gaga? I don't even know who she is! I've seen pictures of her, and I know she's the second highest paid woman.
  11. What does LOL mean? What about ROFL? Laugh out Loud... I dunno, ROFL... Remembrances, Organization, Friends, Living
  12.  What's your favorite color of umbrella? HAHA.. ELLA ELLA.. I guess blue.
  13. Do you have swagger? Yea **shakes from side to side**
  14. Can you do the stankyleg? I don't know what that is.
  15.  What's your favorite TV show? The Closer.
  16. Boxers or Briefs? Briefs... wait. For me? or for men? Wenisa- on a man. Babcia-OH! on a man? Boxers.
  17. What's your favorite type of ice cream? Welllll coffee, but I like them all.
  18. Do you have a ba-donk-a-donk? What the hell is that?
  19. Big Spoon or Little Spoon? Little Spoon because it will last longer...
  20. What's your favorite sports team? UConn Huskies!
What else there is to know...
Babcia has lived in this town for all of her 76 years of life. She is a retired medical technologist with two daughters and 4 grandchildren. She is president of the town's Garden Club and her favorite pastimes include gardening, cheering on her grandsons at their football games, playing and teaching bridge, going to the casino, cooking/baking, being active in her church, children/babies, and taking care of her 102 year old mother.

What to look forward to...
-hilarious photos
-quotable quotes
-ridiculous stories
-anything else that helps us to describe the wild life we lead as 22/23 year olds living with a 76 year old retired woman
-medical oddities/pharmacy situations

Hugs and Hydrochlorothiazide,
Justine and Wenisa