Oh, Gar, plenty of -ma. Somehow I missed that.
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
To give some positive energy to the board, a couple of my friends are nominated for Tony's this year. One is an actor in Porgy & Bess, while he isn't nominated, the show is for best revival of a musical. Then a couple lighting designers, and of course Sound Designers. And lastly, the big show I worked on in Texas (Give It Up) was renamed Lysistrata Jones, and it's nominated for best book a musical. Woot.
No-cancer ~ma, Typo, lots and lots of it.
tons tons tons of no cancer 'ma. seriously.
Sending lots of no~cancer~ma your way, TB.
Shiny, o-a! Nice to see positive recognition for efforts.
Typing in ouchy mode today again. I was super happy yesterday when I saw my foot for the first time. The nurse was delighted with the healing and it looked much better than I anticipated. Still super painful, but the pain meds were keeping it tolerable and I was a force on wheels around the house.
Was being the key word. At 5am either my phone made some noise or I dreamt it did and I popped on my rolly chair to scoot across the room where I had it charging. When I reached out get the phone the stool slid out from under me and I crashed on my tailbone. My instinct somehow kicked in and I managed to not bang my foot, but my tail and other leg HURT.
Today, not a fun day. So much for cutting back on pain killers.
Oh, Laura, damn. That really bites. I hope you didn't do any damage to your tailbone.
Beer and pizza with bosses. Tipsy, la la la.
So, my boss told me to show up at 7:30 am the first day. I've been showing up at 7:30 am (ok, shortly therafter) for the last two weeks or so. Turns out, they start work at 7 am! Nobody said anything to me, WTF. But now I know, and now I'm going to have to get up at, like, 5:45 am. Shee-it.
Tons of no-cancer~ma, Typo.
{{{Laura}}} Feel better.
The farmer's market in my new town is awesome! I didn't buy too much today because I still don't have all of my kitchen stuff unpacked. But I did get some lettuce, delicious garlicky goat cheese, and a dozen eggs.
Ugh Laura, that sounds ouchy.
I like your new job, smonster. Sounds like it is a very pleasant atmosphere.
I think the tailbone is ok; yay for padding? I iced for hours and I don't see a bruise. Of course it is a challenge to see.
A nice Farmers Market sure helps quality of life. I made awesome veggie chili yesterday, but only got less than a cup of it myself. My SIL, BIL, friend, DH, and son all loved it a bit too much. Next time bigger batch. So simple since I didn't have the capability to do much. The only chopping was the garlic cloves. Canned beans and tomatoes, frozen spinach, and a bunch of spice tossed in the slow cooker. I was too tired to eat any last night so I only had pot scrapings today.
Glad your tailbone is okay, Laura! Ouch. Just keep that leg moving a little, swing it gently and move your ankle or wiggle your toes if you can, just to keep the blood moving. Completely immobile is a bad thing.