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guys, seriously?
I make one tiny little tiny ittybitty post about not wanting to talk about my illnesses, and I end up admitted to the hospital. for a totally different organ acting up.
ok, killi took me to the ER on Friday. bronchial spasms, more meds, go home.
sunday, I felt a lot worse. pat had to work, so I called killi. I didn't want to go through that alone. they admitted me. for my heart. the top 2 chambers were beating 6 times faster than they should. which triggered chain reactions in making me sicker. so, I stayed until they stabilized my heartbeat. and went through the wringer.
I went to the medical hospital, next door to the VA. beaumont hospital has the equipment I needed. I ended up with lots of x-rays and what felt like a large army of docs and techs and nurses and such asking me the same questions and sticking around to gab. at least I could do the gab thing well. one guy said I made up for a lot of bedpans being thrown at his head by grizzled old vets. i'm a grizzled old vet, but i'm nice. i'll take it!
oh, and now I get to tease pat about the huge multitude of gorgeous men and women who had their hands down my gown. hehe.
after no sleep and a ton of tests, they let me go today. (Tuesday) so, more drugs and life style changes cause I didn't have enough going on with my health! pat was...he handled it best he could. bought me a cute pink owl, though! and hush kept waking pat up to look for me. naturally, pat didn't miss me at alllllllllllll. nope.
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so, here I am again. i'm simply exhausted from talking about my health. hence, may the hermit. let's just pretend everything is hunky and dory, and i'll tell you about all the other stuff going on with me.
is there other stuff going on with me? am I now one dimensional? nah.
it's been over 100 for a while. makes me glad pat works from 6pm until 1 am. he doesn't have to work in the blazing heat. and I have ac, and a ton of fans. so i'm ok.
this is our Monday. pat has off Monday and Tuesday, so Wednesday is our Monday. does that make any sense to anyone other than myself? he's getting to be such a great cook. (like my kidlets, he won't bake. demmit.) unfortunately, he still thinks that a meal is meat. such a guy. so, paul made me crab salad. pasta, zesty Italian dressing, olives, pretend crab, pepper and parma cheese. I also like cukes and celery and such, but we didn't have any. so I have that while pat eats 3 lbs of meat. mmm. guess what i'm having for lunch?
poor hush is blind now. and old. which is why we keep to his schedule and try to sneak in extra love and the occasional extra peanut butter milkbone. he loves his scruffles! well, I'll be honest, I love to give them to him. I don't think he's going to last very long.
but I will! remember the may tree out back? we've been trying to get rid of it since we moved in? we even hired someone to cut it down and poison the trunk? it's as healthy as all get out. tall and lush. you can count on me being around for a bit.
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thought I would try to be all urban and stuff, like the cool kids.
'sup?
well, THAT went about as well as I expected. I was born in 1958. i'll never be cool again. i'll be charming, funny, warm, unexpected, and many other very nice things. but cool? nah.
medical update...mri is normalish. the pulmonary (lung function thing) found out I have some lung damage. next, complete the sleep study and have a boob squishing done. that would be the mammogram. what joy. seriously, that thing hurts! all this would cost a potload of money, but with the va, it's free. I like free.
pat has a cold. i'm not allowed to help him at all, and he snarls at me. luckily, he's not sick often. I adore the man, but he's not a good sick person. so I have to wait out his cold. fun and joy.
I actually called him on it. I told him I was happy, that I liked happy, and he was harshing my mellow, dude. his response was that I had to wait until the cold ran it's course. if you see on the news that an el paso woman had her head ripped off, you know what happened.
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I've been busy/incredibly lazy. take your pick.
killi and pat have both celebrated a birthday. I had an mri and my pulmonary test, and see my doc about the results at 7 AM tomorrow. killi took all 4 of us to see mad max. she found a theater with closed captions! i'm so happy about that.
I had a mall day with killi, and had a wonderful time. yay, killi!! I love chick days. most days i'm surrounded by too much testosterone. seriously, how much nascar, westerns and car magazines is a gal (whose interests don't include nascar, westerns and car magazines) supposed to take?
I finally got pat to admit that me wearing my 'I've fallen and can't get up' gadget makes him feel more secure. he's honestly scared he'll wake up one day or come home from work to find me croaked.
pat really can't smoke in the house any more. I have Emphysema. and yes, I did have to look up the spelling. pat's been smoking since he was 12. and I've been trying to keep his secondhand smoke off my children and I. whew, it takes me wheezing and not being able to breathe deeply to get him to do it. the only cigarette I've ever smoked was 2 puffs at georgia hanna's sleepover in 4th grade. I threw up, and then decided not to do that any more. and I haven't. so the doc said it was mostly from pat's smoke, and just a little from the pollution here. (thermal infusion. ack.)
pat and paul finally turned on the swamp cooler when it hit the high 90's. so i'm more comfy. yay! paul is here today to do his laundry and to do a few chores for me. yay, paul.
I asked the guys if they had anything to add. pat said I needed to tell everyone how beautiful I am. and paul said that I was a shining star in an otherwise bleak existence. those men of mine.
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well, stuff has happened. mostly good.
I had my mri. it's to test if I have any myriad of things. I have too many symptoms, and hopefully if we find something, we can take care of it. I had the pouts when the meds they gave me made me vaguely angry instead of loopy. I like loopy may!
my hair has stopped falling out. i'm getting really good at styling hair to enbiggen it. (yes, I make up words. all the time.)
killi has been helping us so much. she's been driving me to the va when pat has to work. and she's been driving paul around.
paul comes over once or twice a week to do chores. (and for our cable.)
I've told the kids that all I require of them is to live happy lives. but they both tell me it's not a sense of obligation, but because i'm loved.
pat and killi's birthdays are coming up really quickly. I wish I could throw a to do like I used to. but they both say that all I need to do is to love them. silly family.
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i know, I know, I've been rather boring as of late. having said that....saw my doc this week. he said that my brain forgetting how to brain is what's expected, what's happening to me. some things are really difficult for me to do now, and it's legit. soooooo.....do I use this as a reason or an excuse? I've been plotting the mischief I can get into with this.
my hair is now super old lady thin. doc gave me a vitamin for that. and! in 3 months I've lost 24 lbs. not bad! I do use slimfast at times. but pat says that doesn't look like i'm actually eating, and he keeps trying to force other stuff on me.
my diet is all wonky anyway. I can have the equivalent of one chicken drumstick a day. but....this is texas! land of the free and home to the steaks! I want a thick steak, grilled medium, still pink inside, with grilled onions and mushrooms on the side. and a fork and a knife. then stand back. but the doc said I need to severely limit my protein intake to help fight the damage my own body is doing.
so i'm kinda dumb, skinnier, protein deprived, but my numbers look pretty darned good.
how dumb, you ask? well, as usual, I take a billion pills for different things. and I lost an entire new bottle. no. fair. cause I did that, I have to do a lot more work to replace it.
the things I do just to survive. I've lived through a ton of things, not the least being raising those kidlets and having them survive. so, I guess I can do this. but I do get bitching rights.
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tonight is the first night that I have the what pat calls my boobie alert. heh. (I wear it on my neckline, which ....oh, you figure it out.)
it's the medicalert I've fallen but I can't get up thingie.
he's working wed - sunday, from 6 pm to 1am. yes, our sleep schedules are all fouled up. I stay up for him, to get the gossip and to bask in his happy to be home mode. when he wakes up, he's not in a good mood. so I made a slight shift in my sleep hours, and there I have it! happy pat! let's hope it's also less worried pat. I don't mean to fall! trust me, it's not something I would do for attention. it hurts, my friends. if I need attention, I simply ask for it. it works.
I can call him and all, but he's just so worried about me not having an easy landing. I've landed on everything from tile to concrete to stone. my fave? carpet.
this medic alert thing calls him first, then killi, then an ambulance. the VA has been veddy veddy good to me.
my legs and feet look so much better now. doc put me on a pill. a diuretic. my hair is falling out again, though. I am was very vain about my hair. like I've said before, old age isn't for weenies.
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today is my mom's birthday. I miss her.
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well, the VA just keeps treating me better and better.
you know I've been falling a lot? I mean, a lot a lot. i'm usually covered in bruises. such lovely shades of black, blue and purple. and I spend a lot of time alone, while pat's at work. and lord love a duck, that man worries about me so much! well, I had an appointment with my main service provider about stuff. (a brain mri, and a pulmonary stress test.) while I was there, I spoke to her about all my falling, and my inability to get back up.
a few days later, i'm getting phone calls telling me the VA has approved me for that button around my neck thing....the I've fallen and can't get up thingamajobber. maybe, just maybe, I can get pat to relax a little.
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i demand a crossover!
hodar and groot fall in love. they start a family! would their baby be called hodot, or grodar?
can you imagine their dinner time chatter?
"i am groot"
"hodar."
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand repeat.
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what is your worst Friday the 13th story? cause I had a doozy.
the bus paul uses to come over from his house broke, leaving him to walk a long way.
pat leaves for work at about 5pm. i'm used to it, even if it throws my sleep schedule all kerflunkle. so, yesterday, I decided to take a nap after pat left.
I was having a great dream. I mean, a super great dream. and in my dream, I rolled over....right onto my bedroom floor. see, I cannot get up from the floor. only body part that has hit my floor has been my feet. and, um, yeah, it did hurt. I did manage not to bang my head on the nightstand, so, yay me. for once I fell, and no one will think pat beats me!
so, it's around 6:30. I could just lay there until 1:30 when pat gets home from work. hmmmm, no. after an intense internal dialog, I scooted my way to my nightstand, where I snagged the phone. I called killi. who lives kinda far away. but she hopped into her killimobile and came over. I actually did get a little sleep on the floor. not the most comfy of spots. she came in, and after a billion tries, found the way, with her help, to get back into bed. and from there I was fine. yay! and smart killi stayed for a while to make sure I didn't croak. I love my kidlet unconditionally, but things like this make me respect the adult she has become even more.
so now, i'm bruised, but ok. pat ..... well if you know him at all, he went into pure panic mode. when he got home, and Saturday morning, he's treated me like I was made of glass. at this point, I won't be able to do anything by myself!
beat THAT story.
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good news, the hospital didn't admit me! imagine Kermit doing his best yay flail. we were all kinda expecting it. see, I've been having trouble breathing. I even wheeze now. so I went into sick call. they found that my oxygen input and output is good, and I have some sort of blockage or something, a big something, in the middle of my right lung. I had chest x-rays, and i'm waiting for the guys who do the other test they need to get hold of me.
so, again with the waiting. but it's free, and the VA has been veddy veddy good to me.
you know, when pat and I discussed, so many years ago, my need for a wheelchair, he was hesitant. he knows i'm a tender little soul, and I would react badly to people yelling at me, or ignoring me. well, obviously, I have a brand new VA provided (blingless) wheelchair. and when I go out with killi, people run to open doors to me, they talk to me, and generally seem happy to see me. and pat is always waiting for a hint of rudeness. see, my life experience is, that if you smile and have a happy demeanor people will smile back at you, and start up conversations. I adore killi, but she has problems talking with strangers. I quite cleverly decided that there were no strangers, just pals I hadn't met yet. which flummoxes pat, paul and killi. what can I say, I find most people just fascinating. you can learn something from anyone, and sometimes, I get all the people around me laughing as well.
I've been having good days and not so good days. but there is an air thief hanging about, stealing all the air that should be in my lungs. don't suppose any of you have spare air? (gasp, wheeze.)
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when my life gets busy and I don't feel well, I sometimes hermit. that's what I've been doing.
hope you enjoyed the 2 holidays. the 14th, valentines day. and the 15th, half off chocolate day.
hey,  wiredwizard, happy belated birthday.
our next birthday here is my boychild. it's in late march. sorry to say, he'll be getting practical stuff. clothes, and maybe some kitchen stuff. oh, and pat's grilling him some ribs and brats. did I happen to mention that the diet my gastro guy put me on limits my meat from animal sources to 4g a day? yeah, so i'm eating vegetarian and having a tiny little bit of protein for dinner. like half a pork chop. all because of my stoooooopit ammonia in my blood. and pat's grilling ribs and brats. yeah, i'm pouting just a teeny bit. add that to next to no salt....
been making all my appointments, taking all my pills. I have very limited mobility. working that wheelchair! I have to figure out a way to bling out my wheelchair. it's a very nice chair, but it's unblinged.
my sleep schedule is all messed up. pat leaves for work at around 3 pm, and comes home at around 1:30. (yawn) then he eats something, talks to me, and we get to bed at around 3. yeah, am. and then 5:30 rolls around, and hush wants fed. I get up with him. (yawn) hush gets so lonely when we all sleep, he needs massive 'who's a good boy? is hushie a good boy? yes he is!' and scruffles. for about an hour and a half. pat gets up after a while, and takes a nap in the afternoon. I try and take a nap, but life! life gets in the way.
I've been spending lovely time with my kidlets lately. (paul and killiara) I raised 2 really groovy kids. and my long con is still working. they think i'm the best thing since sliced bread! I totally brainwashed them. their eyes went all spiral ish and all. shhhh, no one knows about this! my master plan is well on track. (insert evil laugh here)
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yes, that's my VA where that dude shot a doctor on Tuesday. no, I was not there at the time. yeppirs, i'm still alive. ish. mostly.
in other news, the guys in charge of the light at the end of the tunnel forgot to pay the electric bill.
I have appointments all over the place. this week I have one Thursday afternoon, and one Friday afternoon. the VA is really trying to get me taken care of. but they keep finding new stuff wrong with me. I tell this new disease to get in line, other diseases have been waiting longer than you have to kill me. lets be organized, shall we?
and pat deserves a hubby of the year award. he's taking such good care of me! helps me up, into the shower, he pushes my wheelchair with no...well, lets just say a tiny bit of complaining.
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I knew pat was someone I could love on one of our first official dates. it was back in 1978, when cell phones were the size and weight of a brick. only rich, self important people had one.
pat was driving, and we were headed to an arena where they allowed our group, sasca, san Antonio sports car association, to autocross on Sundays during the day. we were on the highway, and pat spied a car with a flat tire pulled off to the shoulder. a little old lady was standing there, just staring at the tire, hoping for a self inflate button or something. pat pulled in behind her, got out, and changed her tire. he advised her to go immediately to a garage to have her regular tire fixed and put back on. he refused her offered money, then got back in the truck with me. that's when I knew.
my legs swelling and my brain deterioration is all part of my ammonia in my bloodstream thing. I read some of my old posts and think, 'I used to be fairly smart. used to be.' now I find myself searching for the simplest of words. I ask pat, using all the words around that one, and he very patiently helps me. 'what do you call the profession where a person works as a professor and turns in papers at a university and all that?' an academic. stuff I know! or knew, anyway. I have to get this stuff under control. I want my brain back! oh, i'm now calling this ammonia thing 'zombie'. because it wants my brain. (it's all tied to my malfunctioning liver. it's not processing protein now. and is not giving my body what it needs to survive.) I feel badly for my family. I keep waiting for them to pack my bags and set me adrift on an ice floe. ok, as long as they have wifi.
Friday I meet with the transplant people. last ones I talked to said that I needed to lose a bunch of weight. it's because my liver is up in my ribcage, and they need as much room to mess around with as they can get. there's a lot of stitching up of veins and such.
once upon a time, a gynecologist decided to become an auto mechanic. (just go with it, will ya?) he went to school and all. was up against another mechanic for a job. boss man said 'here are 2 cars with the exact same problems. the fastest one who diagnoses and fixed the problems gets the job. well, they finished in the exact same second. the mechanic explained what work he had done. then the doc smiled and said 'I did the same thing. through the tail pipe.'
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expectation....
finding myself pain free, I get up and start doing things! I exercise! I walk! I rejoin the world!
reality....
finding myself pain free, I realize I can now sleep for more than 4 hours at a time! I sleep all day and all night! then I nap! then I sleep again!
someone needs to tell me I can't really be expected to catch up on over a decade's worth of sleep in a few nights. for one thing, it doesn't work that way. for another thing, math.
but man, sleep feels soooo great. really really great. did I mention it's great? zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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ok, if you think you know me quite well enough, thank you so very much, don't click read ( here.Collapse )
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ok, note to self.
once I find out the name of that new thing I've been diagnosed with? don't look it up! it's horrifying!
hepatic encephalopathy. it's liver associated. natch. and it's very dangerous. heh, this has happened to me so many times, i'm cool about it. i'm 'get in line, dude. you can't kill me until these other half a dozen things kill me.'
then I turn into a valley girl. 'cause, like, whatev.'
i'm starting to feel like i'll outlive everyone.
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boy, am I craving myself a steak. I do live in texas, you know.
thick cut, nicely marbled, a good char on it, red in the middle, with sautéed onions and mushrooms on top. no sauce, no messing up the purity of the meat. I think this is now my new porn. now I can have a drink, and I don't particularly care to. and I can have a small amount of sweets, as long as it's the good stuff, not the sugar free chemical mess.
so, what do I have instead? brown rice with stir fry veggies. somehow, it's not the same. le grump.
i'm still experimenting with my tens unit. it's promising. but really hard to put on by myself. sleep is great. a nice unexpected side effect. I can even tell the difference in the mirror.
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appointments all done. and twas a mixed bag of nuts indeed.
first off, the tens unit. i'm cautiously optimistic. it seems to help. it's not preventative, but works after you've already over done. so, ok, i'll work with this. i'm taking my 3rd dosage now, as we speak. a problem is that I can't put it on myself. it's my back. and i'm not double jointed. so, pat and the kids will have to help.
I used it last night, and went to bed at 9:30. I was so relaxed, I actually slept! not something I've been doing for the past many, many, many years. pat woke me up at 11:05 am, worried that I COULD wake up. yeah, I could. so today, I've felt better than I have in eons. amazing what a good night's sleep will do for you.
pat and I then killed some time around the va until it was time for my gastro appointment that afternoon. luckily, my ammonia levels were much better, so the doc let me cut my lactose in half. whew! that's the stuff that makes me spend most of my day running to the bathroom, then, all worn out, dragging myself back out. I asked him what caused the whole ammonia thing. seems to be, when the liver can't process animal protein, the protein breaks down into ammonia. for the past 8 years, doc z has told me I needed more protein in my body. he told me I needed steak, chicken, fish, eggs or pork in every meal. and snacks. it's been hard, but I've been trying. now, i'm supposed to eat brown rice, beans, and maybe one egg once in a while. dang, dudes, make up your minds!
so now, it's one meal for pat, and another for me.
I made myself brown rice made with chicken broth, and stir fry veggies in it for dinner. that was quite good. I don't think you can call it vegetarian, because I cooked it in the chicken broth. but it was tasty.
so, as promised, this has been my latest may report. stay tuned for further developments!
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remember that may who knows how much she is capable of, and rarely ventures past that, due to massive pain?
yeah, me neither.
I had a dream last night that the TENS unit worked really well, and after a few months of work to build myself up, I was my old self again, and able to do all that I could before my illness and injuries. I was walking with killi twice a week, my house was organized and clean and I was cooking and baking again. right now, I live with just hubby, and paul comes over a few times a week, so, no, my house does not look at all like I wish it would.
I woke up early this morning, to take care of the dog. and man, I was hungry. so, still half asleep, I made myself some sausage biscuits*. made sausage patties, and fried them up while I threw some canned biscuits at the oven. I know, sausage is made of evil, (tasty, tasty, evil) and i'm the queen of biscuits, what in the world am I doing making canned?
actually, a more accurate question would be what in the world am I doing, writing out all these checks my body can't cash? my TENS (Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation) class is Tuesday. I've never even seen the darned thing, much less know that it might work on me.
so, lately, I've been doing more around the house. those baseboards were just annoying the ever living zucchini out of me, so I filled a bucket half way with soapy water, and attacked them with a broom. it worked. but oh, man, did it hurt. so what the heck am I doing? why am I pushing myself so hard when there's a chance that in a little bit there could be some relief? and what in the wide, wide world of sports is my body doing doubling as a banking institution? I ask you!
*fun fact! or not so fun...I dunno, what's your fun requirement? anyway, in the early 80's in the deep south, there were biscuit shops, little fast food joints specializing in all things biscuit. they served sausage biscuits, biscuits and gravy, butter and jelly, bacon and egg, how ever you wanted. they were completely bad for you, but man, did they taste good! now, where did I put that wayback machine?
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that icon? me as a tot.
I've been sick and unable to bend for too dang long. why, you might ask? today, with all the wonderful things and people I have in my life, all I seem to be able to see are my dusty baseboards. (the boards nailed onto the bottom of the walls that meet the floors.)
I need toe dusters! um, that's stuff that helps me to dust things with my toes, I don't have dusty toes. according to my family and friends, I have cute toes. decidedly undusty. I do end up writing the most random sentences on lj, don't I?
actually, I think I need either to lower my housecleaning standards, or to be able to afford a maid. well, the first one is impossible for me. no, paul, I am not a cleaning Nazi. i'm a neat freak, there's a difference. and the second one? it will be a while before we have disposable income again.
killi and paul came over for a surprise visit today. a cute and cozy little tea shop opened next to killi's house. and she lives with her husband, a man, and drives around paul, a man. she needed someone with estrogen to squeal about tea with. and to share a cuppa.
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let me check my funk and wagnel here.
char-ac-ter
[kar-ik-ter]
noun
blah, blah, blah.
3. moral or ethical quality:
"a man of fine, honorable character."
4. qualities of honesty, courage, or the like; integrity:
"It takes character to face up to a bully."
5. reputation:
"a stain on one's character."
6. good repute.
no where in there does it say pain builds character. you would have been so proud of me, for my first appointment with my primary care giver mid july I explained that pain does not build character, and I was in pain 24/7. I don't believe that in this day and age that I should have to live with this. no, I don't mean bump me off, but that there must be a solution. I said this non confrontationally, calmly and very earnestly.
I finally was called back by the physical therapy people about a
TENS class. I don't know what it means, but i'm assuming it has something to do with my back. they did call at one of the very few times I run off with my daughter for the day! (totally worth it.) but the return number is fouled up, and asks you to leave a message. then leaves you no way to do so.
well, I have a gastro appointment next week, i'll roll myself over and ask for an appointment in person.
I did labs today. still no pretty bandaids. i'm still campaigning for cute ones with flowers or hearts or butterflies. so far, all my nurses and phlebotomists do draw cute stuff on the 'lovely' flesh toned bandages. and I had my flu shot. I have a smiley face on that bandage.
I have a favor to ask. does any one have a particularly me looking around the neck lanyard for my VA card? my purse goes over the back of my chair, and i'm usually carting folders, books, papers and pills and such. everyone and their neighbor's dog walker's daughter's hairdresser's boyfriend's bandmate's mailman's brother in law wants to look at it, and I do get sore trying to hold stuff and get the card out. if you have a spare, I would really appreciate if you could mail it to me. if not, that's ok, too. I always manage. i'm magic that way.
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I watched stardust last night on Netflix streaming.
I had forgotten what a great movie that was. Robert di nero playing a cross dressing pirate. and michelle pheiffer's boobs just...dropping. HA!
if you liked princess bride, give it a try. or not. i'm not the boss of you. well, my kids said at one point that I wasn't the boss of them, and i'm assuming i'm not the boss of you, either.
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today, killi and paul stopped by after faxing a bundle of papers for me. she grinned, and handed me a rather bulky folder. I looked in the papers, and saw a tiny bear plushy. the bear was wearing a chicken suit. I held it up to her and said 'tweet!' killi pretended to run in fear. a little background, first.
many, many years ago, I lived in goeppingen, Germany, aka, planet gerp, with my GI husband and my 2 little kidlets. this is when the berlin wall was still up, so I do mean many years ago. around 1986.
we lived in government quarters, which were across the street from a lovely forest with paths. a wanderplatz.
paul and I used to spend much of our time wandering around the woods and the wooden park, all the seasons, all the time. killi, though, not so much a fan of the outdoors. she preferred all her action and adventure to be on the pages of her ever present books.
we had a rare weekend when pat was home, so I wanted us all to take a walk in the lovely sunshine. so, after I asked politely for my family to join me, I cajoled, then ordered. paul was the only one game. pat just wanted to stay home and enjoy the german beer, and maybe take a nap. killi kept telling me there were bears in the forest. maybe, but we were going anyway. paul ran ahead, and killi stayed really close to me. because naturally, I would protect her from the wildlife. I asked her to look around and enjoy herself.
we heard a bird sing. "mom, that's a bear!"
"killi, that's a bird singing."
"nope, a bear. a big, kid eating bear."
"babydoll, it's a bird."
"it's a bear doing a bird imitation."
I did make an effort not to laugh, guys. a real effort.
"killi, look, up on that branch. you can tell it's him that singing. his cute little beak is opening and closing, and his throat is vibrating. it's that bird, right up there."
"it's a bear in a bird suit."
I lost it. I laughed so hard.
and that is why that little stuffed bear in a chicken suit made us laugh so hard today.
edit: killi told me I forgot a part. her saying it was a bear in a bird suit doing a bird imitation. my bad.
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it's almost 9 pm, and I so want to go to bed, but I have half a glass of my horrid medicine to drink first. blech.
so, naturally, in the spirit of procrastination, i'm posting! naturally. no artificial colors or flavorings. no pesticides or fertilizers.
I received an odd phone call this morning. it was craig, a guy I've talked to a few times while setting up my account to pay off a huge lab bill from the old hospital. he started talking, and noticed that I had paid him on time.
"gee, may, seems you've paid us and on time, as usual. why did I call you?"
"you missed the dulcet tones of my lovely voice?"
he cracked up, and said that that had made his day, and that due to me, he would be grinning all day long. imagine if I had been really clever.
i'm down to a quarter of a glass of medicine to quaff. le sigh. nice to see those theoretical French lessons paid off.
the rain flooded our sun room but good. pat AND paul had our carpet shampooers running to suck up the water. the puddle only extended half way across the room. but I have book shelves, with books on them on this side! safe for now. as happens when it rains, our weeds have become sentient beings, holding elections and having politician weeds who line their pockets with the hard earned cash of the lesser weeds who work hard for their money. but it's too wet to weed eat. and our local robber barons neighborhood police will give us a ticket anyway. they don't care.
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I stand before you, accused of malfeasance. I didn't do it! well, yeah, I kinda did, but I was supposed to.
last night, I sorted and soaked a crock pot full o dried pinto beans. pat cut up 3 pieces of bacon, and fried that, then dumped that into the crock pot. but I can't get him to quit stirring the beans and checking to see if it's eatable yet. no, it's not. I've been doing this for a while. slow cooking relies on the fact that you don't keep picking the lid up and stirring the contents. really.
I asked him if he would help me make some drop biscuits later to go with it. he asked if it would help him get the beans faster. I said, "um, yes????" whereupon he declared my pantaloons were aflame.
he actually went back to bed this morning just so he wouldn't stir the beans. I asked him if he was that ocd or if he just really liked my beans. he gave me that look, as if 'have you ever eaten your cooking, woman?' and said it was the beans.
I used to put a little browned smoked sausage in there. maybe make some rice. and always with the raw onion on top. some is going to paul, and when I talk to killi, i'll ask if she wants some. it's something I used to make at least twice a month, and with the leftover beans, I would make quick and easy burritos for snacks, and of course, chili. and then the chili leftovers would go in a half dozen things. it has been said that I could make a feast out of nothing. well, I had done so much for so long with so little, now people assume I can do everything with nothing.
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yeah, i'm hard of hearing. but it's mainly from different stuff going on at once. when, for instance, a movie is on and the soundtrack is too loud, and the actor's back is to the screen. or when someone is talking to me and the tv is on. yet another reason that when I'm alone, the tv is off. period.
but i'm also a musician. and I've always loved acapella. this is what i'm listening to right now.
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I've had this laptop for the longest time, and I still haven't put most of my music in! today I found some james taylor I had laying about. but I keep stopping to listen instead of just dumping it on on my player. yeah, I have physical cd's. I believe I've said i'm old! and I do love me some jt. I saw him when he came to town a few years back. now THAT was a concert. his music speaks to me.
I still don't have jelly won't you come. that's the only song I love of his that I don't have. but somehow I think i'll live through the disappointment. heh, I still have so many vinyl albums of his! I did buy it all in cd form, though. yeah, mr. taylor, you have had a bit of my money over the years. it's ok, you've earned it.
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i lost my sight for a while today.
last night, one dimension gave a 'concert' here. what I didn't expect was reading the local newspaper go on and on about how terrific they are.
I rolled my eyes so much, they rolled right out of my head.
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