I'm going to see Nanny McPhee with a friend and her two kids during the Superbowl today. I have a huge uncritical love on for British Children's Lit. (and the movies that go with them) so I am anticipating a fun afternoon!

The computer pick-up has been delayed. poop. Nothing could be done, the taker could not secure a ride, and no way a single person is gonna deal with this on the subways with several transfers.

OH! Also? I am a big dope. My house is not 64 degrees, it is 68. The unlabeled mark btw 60 and 80 is 70, not 65. That is much more reasonable, but I shouldn't be cold in that w/o a blanket/cardigan. Off to find thermometer again.

Feel better, msbelle, and get better, too!

Yay, Jesse! on the shredding. I think DH took about six grocery bags of shredded paper out of here a few weeks ago--he spent a whole day shredding two years' worth of stuff. I don't think he's going to hoard paper that long anymore. Plus, he shredded a lot of cc offers and things without opening them, because we have a machine that will do computer discs and unopened mail, ccs, etc. But really, if you open stuff and take out the single piece of paper that contains name, address, account numbers, etc., the rest can be recycled immediately, and leave you with much less volume to shred.

I think we have varying shredding styles. Not that I want to call any other than my own (perfect one) "wrong," you understand.

Almost everything I shredded was credit card offers and balance transfer checks. Sick.

I did my homework! Phew. Now maybe dishes, but now I'm sucked into The Truth About Cats and Dogs on the tv.

If one has a fear of heights and/or ladders, one should probably not seek employment as a theatrical electrician. Just a thought.

And yet, I still work in electric all the time. And I still go up the ladder or up the scaffold all the time, despite how queasy I get. I never sweat half as much from physical labor as I do from working up in the grid in some precarious position.

A doctor at krav suggested botox--it can work for three months. I'd been very against it beforehand, but having had a week of almost normalcy is very seductive. Plus, it was an occipital nerve block--the botox shot wouldn't be in my face.

My friend has MS and gets botox in one of her legs every three months to help with rigidity and spasms. Her shots are intramuscular, and she does not look forward to them, but she says they do work. I think she did say it takes time to feel the effects as the botox has to grow and work it's paralysing magic.

And I still go up the ladder or up the scaffold all the time, despite how queasy I get. I never sweat half as much from physical labor as I do from working up in the grid in some precarious position.

Been there, done that, and still have the T-shirt lying around somewhere.

Yay! It looks like I won't have to wait until the end of the Super Bowl to see Grey's Anatomy.

Watching the Puppy Bowl now. I think my cat is jealous.

I'm so sad that I don't get the puppy bowl.

That's some good Puppy Bowl, all right. Though my own pup is showing not the slightest glimmer of interest.