Heart~ma for your mom, Astarte. And loads of calm~ma for you and yours.
Be safe and take care in the storm, -t.
Aimee... Best of luck? Just make it through the day, honey.
you've seen the doctor, and the PT person, and you have the good drugs, and movies, and a comfy couch. Settle in and let the back get better.
Bev, yes, between the chiro and kinesiologist with the mad PT skillz (oh yeah, I saw *my* chiro yesterday and he does some Saturday hours once in a while so I guess I have my chiro back) and the mad drugz, I am on my way to recovery. I even know (well, I know
now) that rest is important for a couple of days.
I'm feeling really really sore today from the muscle work yesterday but I expected it. And no spasms so far which is brilliant.
My biggest whine today is that it is hot. And I would rather watch movies in a nice cool theatre instead of at home. As far as my problems have been going recently, it's pretty minor.
with an added rrrrowl at the thought of Cass-tied-to-bed, despite my concern for her poor back.
Like I've said, not a bad thing except for that pesky back needing to reknit itself bit.
Seriously, how sad is it that I have foamy foamy Buffistas wanting to tie me up and it is for my health? Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis sad.
I felt Oh So Tired last night and went to sleep and could not get comfortable. Woke up this morning all dizzy and yucky and took my temp and, sure enough, a fever of 101.
Robin, I hope you are feeling better. And sick != wet blanket.
He's awfully sweet.
He's not the WBB for nothing...
vw, if I sent you an email with a list of recipes I am going to send in (like Laura and others, I excel at the less structured cooking but there are things I have been making for years so there is at least a framework of a recipe there and I just have to suss it out), will that be helpful or just clog up your email? Also, do I have your email addy, the one to send this too?
Some of the best meals have resulted from the random fridge contents.
Oh! This! It's the Erin game. Erin amused herself for years by inviting me over and I got to make dinner out of whatever the fridge contained. It's less of a puzzle now that she is married with three childen, but back when she was single it was quite the challenge. And fun.
Team America or Lemony Snickett? Which should I watch?
Am feeling only half awake (I had better not be getting sick again/still damnit!), so I just read 250 posts and all I can say is:
Sassy, damn, that sucks. Much -ma your way.
Also, brides are crazy, and wedding dresses are insane, and OMG have any of you ever been to a lesbian wedding where they're both being the bride? FUCKED UP. (Often, lesbian weddings are much more low-key than your other-type weddings, but when they go bad? Oh, the drama...)
Snickett! Snickett!
Aimee, bland is good. Just be bland and mild and smile and don't say nothing and then come tell us all about it.
-t, safe and easy to you.
I have a grumpy DH. One of those occasions where nothing you say is right and everything you do is wrong. So I'ma sit at the computer and talk to the invisible people and let him be by himself to sort it out.
Snickett!
And thus it shall be.
I have a grumpy DH. One of those occasions where nothing you say is right and everything you do is wrong. So I'ma sit at the computer and talk to the invisible people and let him be by himself to sort it out.
Wise, wise choice.
I think it is time to close up the windows and the curtains and run the window AC unit. I hate to do it to my electric bill and power grid but it's 88 in here and I am hot.
Note for self: I can take a Flexeril at 3, Vicodin anytime. Having an every six hour drug and an every eight hour drug makes math hard.
{{{-t}}} Be safe.
Heart~ma for Astarte's mother.
Surviving the shower from hell ~ma to the Empress, who is not a four year old or a bitca.
Nothing much to report here, I just got back from shopping with a friend, and Dave won't be
home
at my place for a couple more hours. It's too hot to do anything today.
Aimee, I saw your double today, out doing yard work. I thought, "I bet the real Aimee would like to be having the Aimee facsimile's ordinary day about now."
I hope the shower from hell turns out better than expected, but if not, we're all ears, and we've got your back. Or something like that.
Also, brides are crazy, and wedding dresses are insane, and OMG have any of you ever been to a lesbian wedding where they're both being the bride? FUCKED UP. (Often, lesbian weddings are much more low-key than your other-type weddings, but when they go bad? Oh, the drama...)
That actually might be a good argument against gay marriage. Please, let us spare the children from TWO Bridezillas.
That actually might be a good argument against gay marriage. Please, let us spare the children from TWO Bridezillas.
Heh. They can BE married, just don't let them GET married, see...no weddings! Must be married by judge! No dresses allowed, no attendants!
So I was rollerblading in Riverside park today, leisurely going along the nice bike/skate path they have there, when suddenly I was hit from behind by a bicyclist.
Ouch.
He flew further than I did, what with the whole bike vs. skates thing, but seemed not much more hurt (though he wasn't wearing wrist guards, so his palms were a little abraded) - both of us now sport rather gross cuts on our elbows, and some miscellaneous leg scrapes (mine is uglier, cuz it was hit by a bike.)
Naturally, I ended up apologizing a lot, as I do whenever something like that happens, and doing my best to make sure he was okay. He gave grumpy looks and suggested I "go less wide" in the future (his English wasn't so good). I felt rather sheepish, and sad for his broken bike, as I skated off towards home to apply what first aid was required.
It took me about a minute before I realized, "Wait a minute... why do I feel bad? HE hit ME from BEHIND. He ran me down! What was I supposed to do, hear his silent approach and dive for the flower beds so he could speed past uninterrupted by the common courtesy of avoiding collisions?"
So now I'm annoyed, and nursing a slightly oozing elbow cut.
