13:54
The last three days have been miserable. I've barely left bed. Stoopid migraines. Stoopid Dona.
Sunday night, as previously reported, was a blast. I had such a good time that if Jade hadn't had to work in the morning, I would have done anything to put off going home. It reminded me of when I was in high school. I never wanted to go home either. Used to drive Jade nuts, although he doesn't remember it much now.
This is not a happy home. It's beauty is deceiving. I wonder though, if part of the problem is the house itself. We've already come to the conclusion that the previous couple did NOT have a happy marriage. When we first moved in, I caught flashes of anger/resentment. Something int he house or echoes of the past? There has been something moving about just under my radar ad it's frustrating me. Also, there is now a Watcher (a guard?) at the bedroom door in the evenings. Sometimes he's a very strong presence. Strong enough that I can see him in brighter light than I normally should. Strong enough that he disturbs Jade enough into closing the door at night. Also unusual.
I've had night watchers at the door way for as long as I can remember. A quiet, yet stubborn presence. Sometimes without image, sometimes a strange image. This one ... for once I don't think he's focused on me. He's focused on Jade, and that may be why Jade is having problems. And why the watchers have usually been males in their prime, this one is a tall old man. Skinny. Disapproving. I'll have to try and focus on it more ... I keep thinking he's a relative.
Anyway, back to my misery. No, that wasn't it. THAT I can deal with.
Sunday afternoon, Dona invited herself to go with me shopping. I didn't hide the fact that I was unhappy with that idea. I didn't say anything though. She'd been out just abut every day the previous week, buying things here and there. I finally was getting an outing and didn't want her with me. Monday morning arrived with a headache, so I put off leaving until about ten. Any questions directed at me were given direct and short answers and computer was minimal. when I finally left, I announced that I was leaving. Silence answered me, so I shrugged and left. Oh, how I wish I stayed home, even though some good came out of it all.
If I could have put it off, I would have, but we needed things like milk and Jade's lunch items. the headache was becoming a migraine at a worrying rate so I dropped the idea of the other planned stops and went straight to the Save-On. I'm sure I looked as miserable as I felt when I got there. At times I had to grip the cart to keep from falling. It was very hard to think and I fumbled with things in my hands. Driving home was the longest trip I've had in a long time. It seemed to take forever. I was weaving in my lane and I almost lost consciousness at one point. It was like I was dead tired, but I wasn't sleepy. I turned off the radio and that eased a bit of the pressure in my head.
Finally got to the last stretch. A big black truck sat on my ass the entire way. It even turned into my community. It slowed when it saw me sliding past my driveway, then it drove straight past me, as did a little white car behind him. I couldn't back up. The County had been through a couple days earlier and graded the snow, creating a lovely polish. Two days of light snow later and it was not fun. Winter tires or not, I wasn't going anywhere in reverse. So I rolled forward and turned into the neighbours driveway. This put me further down the hill (by about a couple feet) and I thought, I'll just back up and point myself back to my driveway. simple, right? Wrong. I got myself into position okay, but couldn't go forward up the hill. I slipped sideways in the rear. Grand, now I'm blocking both lanes. I reverse a little bit more, thinking to find a bit of traction further back. Wrong. I not only didn't, I slid back about two feet ... with my foot firmly on the brake. Towards the ever-waiting ditch. Carefully, I reversed a bit more to straighten out. Just in time for some traffic to go past me. My four-ways are on the entire time here. People just stare. Meanwhile, I'm doing my best not to throw up as my migraine pounds away. I try to go forward again; nothing. Finally, my black knight appears. A neighbour I've only seen a couple times turns onto the road. He slows, watching me. I had my window open because I had tried to check that my wheels were turned the right way. He came closer and rolled down his window. Even his dog in the back seat was watching with interest. (No barking either - wonderful creature) He said he had been looking at the front of my truck for something to hook onto. I confirmed that there was nothing. After doing a mental inventory, he told me he just lived at the bottom of the ill and that he was going to get his gear. I must have looked worried, because he reassured me again that he would be right back. I smiled and told him that I'd wait right here for him. 'You do that. Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back' than he drove down the hill and I was left alone again, four-ways flashing. I tried to tell myself that "it's not Vulcan to spew" ... but my stomach told me that "I'm not Spock". Stupid humour.
He was back quick as a wink, or almost. Maybe a Jiffy. I've never been able to time one of those. He hooked up to something under the truck, and got in to his. I shifted into Drive and waited carefully while he tightened the chain between us, then gave a little bit of gas. The truck moved. I was so relieved that I forgot about puking for a moment. Braking as soon as he did, I came to a stop on flat road. I could have kissed it and him. I settled for smiling and thanking him, my black knight, and following him in turning around. He waved good bye and I finally drove home.
Stepping out of the garage, my tummy reminded me that it was waiting for attention. I quick stepped to the big door and waited. Damn thing calmed down. I stepped back towards the truck, but my tummy protested. I'd had enough. "If you're gonna do it, do it and get it over with!!" It thought about it, then subsided. Damn thing. I grabbed my groceries and walked to the house door and closed the big door. Reaching for the knob, I found it locked. I unlocked it, only vaguely irritated, for it wasn't unusual for Dona to lock the bottom lock after I'd gone out. I tried the door again to discover that she'd locked the top lock too. THAT was unusual. The bitch! the top lock is difficult and almost key bending. I had only one hand and I was not in a good mood. it took me about thirty seconds to open it. that may not sound like a long time, but it was forever to me. I walk in the door. She'd not only made it difficult for me to come back, she was upstairs cleaning my area again. This further soured my mood.
I went upstairs and put my things away. I pointed out that I had just vacuumed on Friday. She hesitated, and I thought she was going to say 'Oh', but she suddenly looked ticked off and said, 'Well, it's Monday now.' I gave up. Whatever. Then she started ranting at me abut my attitude and it needs to change because she's tired of it. I don't respect her and I treat her like shit. She doesn't want to live with me and she doesn't want me for a daughter-in-law and we're going to lose the house and it's all my fault. There were a few injections of a certain f-word, as well. (Note: Everything that makes her unhappy is usually MY fault somehow.) And no wonder nobody wants to hire me.
Okay, I have no idea where the last point came from. I pointed out that it was a ridiculous statement because I hadn't been job hunting. She just said that I'd had lots of jobs. Well, so had she, but I never said so. I just left the room to go lie down. She finished re-vacuuming the dining room and continued downstairs with her noisy little damn vacuum.
Now her words really didn't bother me. In my head, I was rolling my eyes at her. She has her own monthly little temper tantrums, usually directed at me, and they are also usually, unfortunately, well timed with my PMS and/or my migraines. It doesn't make for a pretty picture. But the additional drama was a straw I couldn't quite hold on my own. I called Jade. I hadn't meant to tell him about his mother. I don't like bothering him at work with trivial things. I called up and told him to drive very carefully (forgetting that his Dad is driving this week) and told him about my sliding. But I sounded like shit and even over the noise of his work, he picked up on it and asked if I was okay. So I told him about most of it ... the migraine, the messy driving, the locks, the shouting ... He was as "concerned" with the tantrum as I was. He brushed it off as nothing. He offered advice on getting better (the kind you already know, but it's nice to hear.) and said he'd be home soon.
She didn't eat supper with us that night. That was fine with me. She ate with us the second night, and I ignored her presence. She didn't say much, which was also nice because it meant that I got a few words in edgewise. The silent treatment is still on going, but she'll have to talk to me soon if she wants to go swimming on Friday. :) I'm evil. I'll go without her if she doesn't. You can't treat me like a punching bag, accusing me of things that you are guilty of yourself, and expect me to let it go. Especially not when I know it will happen again in a month or two.
(Taking a leaf from Lynne's page.)
Dear Mother-in-law;
F**k you too.
I do not treat you like shit. Before you moved here with me you had rules for your house. I followed them. Moving here, our positions were reversed, but I still followed them. I'm STILL following them. You broke every rule in the first week.
I am not disrespectful to you. In fact, when we first got here, I was very respectful in an effort to avoid things like this. you laughed at my attempts and told me I was an idiot. So I eased off a bit and was less formal. But I'm stubborn. I expected equal respect. I'm not getting it. I am an independent woman and I've been in charge of my own space for a very long time. I don't appreciate you coming into my space and treating me like I'm one of your kids. Especially since, a long time ago, you gave me a long speech (they are ALL long) about how you're not my mother, that you've raised all your children and you don't want to raise any more. And that was because I tried to call you 'Mom' like I did so many of my friends' mothers. Now I have permission to call you by that title ... but don't mistake that as an indication that I need to be 'raised' by you or anybody else. I am my own person. I know who I am and I'm not changing for you.
You have no right to ask me to change who I am or what I've become. Nobody has that right. Not even Jade is that stupid. He's there to support the changes that I choose to make in myself, but he doesn't ask for them or suggest them. He's even careful about talking about my weight between jobs. Who do you think you are to make such demands?
I have not asked you to change. (I doubt it is possible even if you wanted to.) I have accepted that you are as you are and have tried to live with that. I'm even fond of you at times. Listen closely though, because I'm only going to say this once. I am not going to leave. I'm not going to leave Jade, or this house just because you are a childish old woman who needs to be matriarch of all she sees. Accept the fact that this house contains two homes and that you need to treat it as such. We'll both get along much better. Stop grandstanding that you've put more money into this place. Other than the tractor, you really haven't. Your personal expenses don't count. Accept the fact that you are not superior to me. We are equal, but we are not the same. Find a bloody hobby to take up your time. Buy a book of crossword puzzles or something.
Jade might be able to joke about something happening to you, but I don't have that luxury. I'm sure that if I said something like that that sooner or later, something WILL happen and I will know it was something I had set in motion. Don't laugh. I have affected more powerful things than you. No, if you're gonna go, it's gonna be your own fault. I won't even hope it happens quickly. That would be rude to myself, as a Priestess and Supporter of all Life. I will not damage myself for you, but I won't let you damage me either.
Sincerely;
Lea
So, that's my week so far. Silent looks when we can't avoid each other. She never calls me for supper, she gets Jade to do it. She asked him if he needed anything from the store and you could feel the tension (I was in another room!) when he asked her to get a couple bottles of Barq's. When she came back, she called him and told him that she had bought him HIS Barq's. It's kind of amusing to watch ... very juniour high. I've also noticed that the tension comes and goes with her. If she leaves the house, so does the tension, so she is definitely testing my shields. No wonder I couldn't relax long enough to settle my migraine!
LOL! Last night Jade told me that I was going to go to sleep and wake up feeling refreshed with no headache. I woke up groggy, having missed the first alarm, and was very much in pain still. He put his hands on his hips and playfully frowned. "You don't listen very well, do you?" he scolded. He kissed my head 'better' and I saw him off to work before going back to sleep. I woke up an hour later than usual (09:00-ish) with only a dull ache in my head but it woke up too when I sat up. So I went into the bathroom and broke out the big guns. I took one of the migraine med samples (I don't like them) and then sat down in bed with a book. My head must have been pretty bad because there were NONE of the usual side effects. I didn't even get sleepy. Just relaxed and my head felt clear for the first time in what seemed like forever.
So, I made good use of the cleared feeling and sat down to catch you all up. While it's all from my point of view, I feel that I have been fair, as I try to be in all my writings.
Meanwhile, I'm going to enjoy the silence. It's golden, you know. ;)
Sweet Dreams!
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Are We There Yet?
11:48
I don't understand my fat. It's just not normal. Not normal for me, at any rate. I'm not sure how to describe it but, well, usually when I gained a bit of weight between jobs, it would be "normal" fat. Soft, pinchable, jiggled a little ... (Jiggly butt! GAH! Damn that squirrel!) but this stuff ... you can't pinch, it barely jiggles unless I'm REALLY moving, and it actually resists movement. So am I stretching out or firming up?? *sigh* I need to talk with a professional.
Maybe tomorrow I'm going to go out to Walmart and find some other DVD's from the same line as my AM/PM Walking ... This Debbie Rocker is cool. She's sensible and I like that. I know there are other titles, I just have to see if Walmart carries them! The Walking DVD/CD was on sale, so ... who knows?
My tummy says it's starving, but I just ate a little while ago. If it would digest it instead of trying to send it back, it wouldn't have this issue!
Nope. Don't understand. I've made drastic changes to my diet and one of my friends referred to my exercise program as "intense" ... so why isn't anything changing? It's been over a month! I go back over my daytimer and look at my numbers and it rarely changes. Am I doing something wrong? Maybe I don't drink enough water ... but I drink as much as I can make myself. Maybe I should bring back in the Brita and filter the bottled water we get. It doesn't taste much better than tap and, well, I've been using it for watering the plants and the cat ... the cat dish had algae growing on the bottom of it. So did the one plant I have growing in a glass. It's just wrong.
Hmmm ... I wonder if it has anything to do with the mass on my liver. Probably not. Dr. says that I have possibly had it since I was born. We'll see. Meanwhile I'll keep up with the exercising and food watching. And I've gotta get that tape measure too. Give me a new set of numbers to cry over. ;)
Going to see the Producers tonight. Albert's not feeling so hot again and Joyce didn't want the tickets to go to waste. Hey, no problem! We'd have had the tickets ourselves already if there had been any good seats available.
Jade and Wayne are out inthe garage building the cabinet that will keep all of our statue boxes safe in teh garage. It was supposed to be our project, but I got dumped again. Ah, well. Not eneough room for three people anyway. Gives them some time together. You know ... "it's a father / son ... thing."
I wonder what happened to the numbers on my counter? When I first installed it, it was exactly as I expected it to be ... plodding. I only hve a few readers and I know it. No worries. But then it would takehuge leaps and bounds and I wondered if people were coming in by mistake or if somebody had a computer problem and had to keep coming back in. And now it's plodding again. WTD?
My friend, Wayne, (you need a new name, man ... from now on you are Greywhistle) scolded me for being too independent. We were discussing how my allowance was more than enough until the dentist appointment I just had. He told me that my allowance should be covering personal items ... snacks, personal purchases, gas for the truck, but that things like dentist bills should be part of the budget, not my allowance. He said that we've been using the traditional rolls ... I take care of the cooking and cleaning, etc ... I should let him take care of me.
He says that I make things complicated ... but, on the other hand, that's what makes me (Lea). He always tells me that he likes me BECAUSE I'm complicated. That made me feel better about myself. Here was somebody who was willing to stick around to try and figure me out a bit. He thought being friends with me was worth it. (Impressively, my first thought was NOT that he must have been desperate.)
I needto make a list of all my nicknames that I use ... if I don't refer to somebody for a long time I tend to forget some of them!
Hmm ... maybe I'll go have a PB&J ... it makes a nice, light snack ... and doesn't have as many bad calories as a coffee crisp! LOL!
Sweet Dreams!
I don't understand my fat. It's just not normal. Not normal for me, at any rate. I'm not sure how to describe it but, well, usually when I gained a bit of weight between jobs, it would be "normal" fat. Soft, pinchable, jiggled a little ... (Jiggly butt! GAH! Damn that squirrel!) but this stuff ... you can't pinch, it barely jiggles unless I'm REALLY moving, and it actually resists movement. So am I stretching out or firming up?? *sigh* I need to talk with a professional.
Maybe tomorrow I'm going to go out to Walmart and find some other DVD's from the same line as my AM/PM Walking ... This Debbie Rocker is cool. She's sensible and I like that. I know there are other titles, I just have to see if Walmart carries them! The Walking DVD/CD was on sale, so ... who knows?
My tummy says it's starving, but I just ate a little while ago. If it would digest it instead of trying to send it back, it wouldn't have this issue!
Nope. Don't understand. I've made drastic changes to my diet and one of my friends referred to my exercise program as "intense" ... so why isn't anything changing? It's been over a month! I go back over my daytimer and look at my numbers and it rarely changes. Am I doing something wrong? Maybe I don't drink enough water ... but I drink as much as I can make myself. Maybe I should bring back in the Brita and filter the bottled water we get. It doesn't taste much better than tap and, well, I've been using it for watering the plants and the cat ... the cat dish had algae growing on the bottom of it. So did the one plant I have growing in a glass. It's just wrong.
Hmmm ... I wonder if it has anything to do with the mass on my liver. Probably not. Dr. says that I have possibly had it since I was born. We'll see. Meanwhile I'll keep up with the exercising and food watching. And I've gotta get that tape measure too. Give me a new set of numbers to cry over. ;)
Going to see the Producers tonight. Albert's not feeling so hot again and Joyce didn't want the tickets to go to waste. Hey, no problem! We'd have had the tickets ourselves already if there had been any good seats available.
Jade and Wayne are out inthe garage building the cabinet that will keep all of our statue boxes safe in teh garage. It was supposed to be our project, but I got dumped again. Ah, well. Not eneough room for three people anyway. Gives them some time together. You know ... "it's a father / son ... thing."
I wonder what happened to the numbers on my counter? When I first installed it, it was exactly as I expected it to be ... plodding. I only hve a few readers and I know it. No worries. But then it would takehuge leaps and bounds and I wondered if people were coming in by mistake or if somebody had a computer problem and had to keep coming back in. And now it's plodding again. WTD?
My friend, Wayne, (you need a new name, man ... from now on you are Greywhistle) scolded me for being too independent. We were discussing how my allowance was more than enough until the dentist appointment I just had. He told me that my allowance should be covering personal items ... snacks, personal purchases, gas for the truck, but that things like dentist bills should be part of the budget, not my allowance. He said that we've been using the traditional rolls ... I take care of the cooking and cleaning, etc ... I should let him take care of me.
He says that I make things complicated ... but, on the other hand, that's what makes me (Lea). He always tells me that he likes me BECAUSE I'm complicated. That made me feel better about myself. Here was somebody who was willing to stick around to try and figure me out a bit. He thought being friends with me was worth it. (Impressively, my first thought was NOT that he must have been desperate.)
I needto make a list of all my nicknames that I use ... if I don't refer to somebody for a long time I tend to forget some of them!
Hmm ... maybe I'll go have a PB&J ... it makes a nice, light snack ... and doesn't have as many bad calories as a coffee crisp! LOL!
Sweet Dreams!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Up, Up and away!
14:11
I missed my cat, but I didn't miss the hair!
It was a beautiful weekend and I wish it could have lasted longer. Jasper is definitely my resting place. I always feel grounded and steady there. Very peaceful.
That feeling of relaxation lasted until the garage door opened to let us park. Dona and Wayne had taken it upon ourselves to "tidy" up our garage. It brought back some ill feelings from when we would go away for a trip and come home to find that my mother had re-arranged things or cleaned things up and put them away in ludicrous places. It was never a surprise that I dealt well with. What upset me most was that I had told them over and over before I left that Jade and I had plans for that garage and that we would be working on it next weekend. This should be his last week of working alone and he won't be so fried.
Did it need to be done? Yes, I admit it did - but it had been like that for how many months now? It could have waited another week. It's my space. I wanted to be involved. It's my space - I wanted to be in charge! (My = Ours = mine and Jade's) It took me a long time to calm down. I had trouble just talking to Jade. I kept having very angry "discussions" in my head. He let me be for a bit, then started to calm me down - saying the right things at the right time in the right tone of voice. He knows me very well, and he knows why this upset me so much. I think I overheard him explaining to his parents why I seemed very upset as soon as I got home. (You can hear just about anything from our bathroom.)
Anyway; weekend. Fantastic! It was mostly cloudy and breezy, but the temps were warm. We didn't get our massages because Jade forgot to call, but that's okay. I'll live without my body wrap (if you haven't tried it, DO!) and I can arrange for a massage for him from Shorty's Mom. She does those sort of things and I've already paid for a session. I just need to arrange a 'when'! We even got a free meal because one of the staff plowed past us and splashed puddle water all up our legs. I was telling this to the young man who delivered our meal (in room dining - very romantic) and he asked if we had reported it. 'Report what?' I asked. We had no way to identify who it was except that she drove a white company vehicle and had blonde hair up in messy ponytail. As it turns out, he knew who we meant and quickly informed us that she'd already been sacked. Apparently she wasn't a team player and many of the company vans sporting lovely dents were because of her. She was not a team player and a basic embarrassment to the team. We were satisfied with that, thinking that there was nothing left to be done to the girl. However, it turns out that the young man reported our story to his manager. When Jade went in to pay the bill, the manager behind the counter came forward and offered sincerest apologies, gave us our room service meal for free and told us to send any dry cleaning bills to him for re-imbursement. Jade assured him that our clothing was not damaged and his pants had dried fairly quickly. Mine took a bit longer, but I was wearing denim. He accepted the apologies and thanked the manager for very prompt and satisfactory action. Then he came outside to discover that somebody had tried to steal me away. (They'd moved his vehicle forward to make room for incoming vehicles.)
Weighed myself for the first time in three days this morning. I thought I might have gained a couple pounds because I tend to eat a lot of steak (*drool* Prime Rib!!) when we stay in Jasper, but lo! my weight was as I left it. Exactly as I left it.
Maybe I need a new scale?
I'm hoping that my work outs haven't been compromised at the centre. Apparently, the teacher's strike in the area has led all the students to spend their time at the pool. They've been whining about how they might not graduate or pass classes ... what are they doing at the pool?!? They can study at home while classes are suspended! *Praying* Pleaseohpleaseohplease, let my mornings reamain unhindered that I may better battle the bulge.
I've been seriously considering getting a reduction. A breast reduction. I'm a size 'F' now. I didn't even know it existed until the boutique lady told me that's what I needed. What stunned me even more was that they had a healthy supply of the size ... in nice patterns/colours! How many women out there wear the sizes that I didn't know existed?! I always figured anything past 'DD' had to be special ordered. Anyway, other than losing some weight, I'm hopingit will improve other things. I am heartily tired of forcing myself to stand up straight. I'm always falling forward or being pulled into a slouch. Even with a properly fitting bra. Maybe more with a properly fitting bra. I miss my 'C's, I really do. They went very nicely with my 28 waist. I doubt I'll see that again either. *sigh*
I've been working on my genealogy all morning. I now have over 2000 people in my tree (with many more to add still) and have officially reached the point where the file is too large to be saved onto a floppy disk. I had to save it onto a CD. Luckily, I had an RW on hand so that I can keep adding info to it. I'm feeling very happy with all this info. What really makes me fall over is that it's not even up to date info. This was writte in 2004 - three years of stuff has happened since then! I'm also quite flabbergasted by the amount of history I'm filling in. Not only has most of it revolved around on church/cemetery, but the distances that some of these people have spread out! It's incerdible! I am loving every minute of this, I really am.
I can't wait for the next trip! Where will we go? Jasper? New Brunswick? the States? Scotland?
I can't wait to find out!
Sweet Dreams!
I missed my cat, but I didn't miss the hair!
It was a beautiful weekend and I wish it could have lasted longer. Jasper is definitely my resting place. I always feel grounded and steady there. Very peaceful.
That feeling of relaxation lasted until the garage door opened to let us park. Dona and Wayne had taken it upon ourselves to "tidy" up our garage. It brought back some ill feelings from when we would go away for a trip and come home to find that my mother had re-arranged things or cleaned things up and put them away in ludicrous places. It was never a surprise that I dealt well with. What upset me most was that I had told them over and over before I left that Jade and I had plans for that garage and that we would be working on it next weekend. This should be his last week of working alone and he won't be so fried.
Did it need to be done? Yes, I admit it did - but it had been like that for how many months now? It could have waited another week. It's my space. I wanted to be involved. It's my space - I wanted to be in charge! (My = Ours = mine and Jade's) It took me a long time to calm down. I had trouble just talking to Jade. I kept having very angry "discussions" in my head. He let me be for a bit, then started to calm me down - saying the right things at the right time in the right tone of voice. He knows me very well, and he knows why this upset me so much. I think I overheard him explaining to his parents why I seemed very upset as soon as I got home. (You can hear just about anything from our bathroom.)
Anyway; weekend. Fantastic! It was mostly cloudy and breezy, but the temps were warm. We didn't get our massages because Jade forgot to call, but that's okay. I'll live without my body wrap (if you haven't tried it, DO!) and I can arrange for a massage for him from Shorty's Mom. She does those sort of things and I've already paid for a session. I just need to arrange a 'when'! We even got a free meal because one of the staff plowed past us and splashed puddle water all up our legs. I was telling this to the young man who delivered our meal (in room dining - very romantic) and he asked if we had reported it. 'Report what?' I asked. We had no way to identify who it was except that she drove a white company vehicle and had blonde hair up in messy ponytail. As it turns out, he knew who we meant and quickly informed us that she'd already been sacked. Apparently she wasn't a team player and many of the company vans sporting lovely dents were because of her. She was not a team player and a basic embarrassment to the team. We were satisfied with that, thinking that there was nothing left to be done to the girl. However, it turns out that the young man reported our story to his manager. When Jade went in to pay the bill, the manager behind the counter came forward and offered sincerest apologies, gave us our room service meal for free and told us to send any dry cleaning bills to him for re-imbursement. Jade assured him that our clothing was not damaged and his pants had dried fairly quickly. Mine took a bit longer, but I was wearing denim. He accepted the apologies and thanked the manager for very prompt and satisfactory action. Then he came outside to discover that somebody had tried to steal me away. (They'd moved his vehicle forward to make room for incoming vehicles.)
Weighed myself for the first time in three days this morning. I thought I might have gained a couple pounds because I tend to eat a lot of steak (*drool* Prime Rib!!) when we stay in Jasper, but lo! my weight was as I left it. Exactly as I left it.
Maybe I need a new scale?
I'm hoping that my work outs haven't been compromised at the centre. Apparently, the teacher's strike in the area has led all the students to spend their time at the pool. They've been whining about how they might not graduate or pass classes ... what are they doing at the pool?!? They can study at home while classes are suspended! *Praying* Pleaseohpleaseohplease, let my mornings reamain unhindered that I may better battle the bulge.
I've been seriously considering getting a reduction. A breast reduction. I'm a size 'F' now. I didn't even know it existed until the boutique lady told me that's what I needed. What stunned me even more was that they had a healthy supply of the size ... in nice patterns/colours! How many women out there wear the sizes that I didn't know existed?! I always figured anything past 'DD' had to be special ordered. Anyway, other than losing some weight, I'm hopingit will improve other things. I am heartily tired of forcing myself to stand up straight. I'm always falling forward or being pulled into a slouch. Even with a properly fitting bra. Maybe more with a properly fitting bra. I miss my 'C's, I really do. They went very nicely with my 28 waist. I doubt I'll see that again either. *sigh*
I've been working on my genealogy all morning. I now have over 2000 people in my tree (with many more to add still) and have officially reached the point where the file is too large to be saved onto a floppy disk. I had to save it onto a CD. Luckily, I had an RW on hand so that I can keep adding info to it. I'm feeling very happy with all this info. What really makes me fall over is that it's not even up to date info. This was writte in 2004 - three years of stuff has happened since then! I'm also quite flabbergasted by the amount of history I'm filling in. Not only has most of it revolved around on church/cemetery, but the distances that some of these people have spread out! It's incerdible! I am loving every minute of this, I really am.
I can't wait for the next trip! Where will we go? Jasper? New Brunswick? the States? Scotland?
I can't wait to find out!
Sweet Dreams!
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Feelin' Good! (Just Don't Look in a Mirror!)
18:50
I am a completely spoiled and very happy woman. Not only does my Imagination allow me to stay at home all winter, and covers all of my costs while also giving me an allowance, he spoils me with presents too.
Today, he came home with a little box, billowing a bit above with plastic wrap. My sweetie had bought me a heart shaped vase with a little blue rose inside, held up with blue beads. I melted. This was outright sappy for him. When I finished kissing him, he asked if I was going to keep the tissue paper (I usually do) or if it should just go into the garage for now. I knew he had to go back to the truck to get his toque anyway, so I told him to just put it in the garage for now. I turned my attention back to Dona, giving every indication that I was starving to death. (She thinks it's cute.) She was about to say something to me when she glanced over my shoulder and gasped. I turned around and beheld the sight of Jade coming up the stairs with another package, similar to the first, but bigger.
I was stunned. I asked if they were for his mother, just 'cause I couldn't believe it. He said his name was on the box, so they were his ... but I could have them if I wanted. A dozen red roses. Beautiful red roses with a fantastic perfume that I've never found on a rose before.
I am in awe of this man. I really am. He said he got them because he knew I was wanting roses for a long time. He'd seen the blue one and knew I'd love it. He almost had a heart attack when he realised how much the dozen cost though. Said that at the old price he could have bought me ten dozen for how much this one cost. Well, that'll teach him for waiting so long then. ;)
So, I'm happy. Which is good, because I started out my day on the depressed side. I haven't been sleeping very well and Dona gave me the impression that Jade is unhappy in our relationship. I knew she was totally out in left field about it, but it nagged at me, silently. I wondered how in the world she had gotten that impression. (Not that it takes much for her to form an impression and keep it no matter what.)
In other news, Shorty seems to think that I should mention him because he's been sending me Beatles music. In an effort to generate e-mail for himself, he's been sending out e-mails with a Beatles Song of the Day (even though some don't arrive until evening). His song choices are all spur of the moment, so I prompted him to plan ahead for V-day's song. But now he's got so many choices pick out that it'll probably be another spur of the moment choice. Anyway, he strongly and not-very-subtly hinted that this should get him a mention. Well, now he's got another on his tab. He sure owes me a lot of comments.
And, dude, for somebody looking for e-mails, the least you can do is answer the ones I send you. I'm still waiting for an answer in regards to a certain appointment. Otherwise, I want my money back.
I'm finally taking my truck in for servicing. I haven't had headlights for almost a month. Fog lights aren't bad, but in weather like this, it's a little scary on the country roads. Especially first thing in the morning. High beams aren't working either. Hopefully, this time, they'll fix this re-occurring problem.
That's about it for now. Everything else is pretty much as it usually is. Spot pesters everybody for treats and cuddling, Lynne hasn't spoken to me since Saturday (but that's not unusual either). She had to miss the style shopping due to an emergency or two. Said she'd arrange for time later because she wanted to spend time with just me. She said I wasn't allowed to talk "bad" about her either - which just stunned me because1) I hadn't even thought about it and 2) wouldn't have anyway. What was there to say? I knew nothing at all about what happened. Still don't. *shrug* She'll talk when she's ready.
Which reminds me ... style shopping with Joyce turned out much better than I thought. In fact, in fact, I actually bought a dress! Okay, she bought half of it and I'll get the other half later. This, in turn, bred swings of mood as I was thrilled with the dress - it was perfect AND on sale (which is why we bought it now) and I was thoroughly horrified by my measurements. Which I shouldn't have been. They really aren't that bad. Jade assures me that even though my muscle mass is keeping me from seeing any real results on the scale, he can see a difference in the shape. *sigh* Nothing worse than a full length wall mirror when you are on a diet. I swear the things are warped like a fun house. I think people would buy more if they would bend them the other direction. Fools. *sigh* Either way, I've intensified my workouts by pushing myself a bit harder.
Yup, I'd probably jog myself to Heaven, if it existed. Then jog myself down to Hell (just for a short spell) to sweat it out to the Oldies or something. ;)
I'll get it eventually. I'd actually measure myself, to keep track, if I had a tape. Guess I'll have to get one. Just to see how big my pythons are. LOL!
February 14, 2007 - 06:31
WHEEEEEEE!!
There was more!! We leave Friday night for a romantic vacation in Jasper! Jade really needed a holiday so this is also a gift to himself. *sigh* I guess I can share ... LOL!!
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO EVERYBODY!
*blows kisses*
Sweet Dreams!
I am a completely spoiled and very happy woman. Not only does my Imagination allow me to stay at home all winter, and covers all of my costs while also giving me an allowance, he spoils me with presents too.
Today, he came home with a little box, billowing a bit above with plastic wrap. My sweetie had bought me a heart shaped vase with a little blue rose inside, held up with blue beads. I melted. This was outright sappy for him. When I finished kissing him, he asked if I was going to keep the tissue paper (I usually do) or if it should just go into the garage for now. I knew he had to go back to the truck to get his toque anyway, so I told him to just put it in the garage for now. I turned my attention back to Dona, giving every indication that I was starving to death. (She thinks it's cute.) She was about to say something to me when she glanced over my shoulder and gasped. I turned around and beheld the sight of Jade coming up the stairs with another package, similar to the first, but bigger.
I was stunned. I asked if they were for his mother, just 'cause I couldn't believe it. He said his name was on the box, so they were his ... but I could have them if I wanted. A dozen red roses. Beautiful red roses with a fantastic perfume that I've never found on a rose before.
I am in awe of this man. I really am. He said he got them because he knew I was wanting roses for a long time. He'd seen the blue one and knew I'd love it. He almost had a heart attack when he realised how much the dozen cost though. Said that at the old price he could have bought me ten dozen for how much this one cost. Well, that'll teach him for waiting so long then. ;)
So, I'm happy. Which is good, because I started out my day on the depressed side. I haven't been sleeping very well and Dona gave me the impression that Jade is unhappy in our relationship. I knew she was totally out in left field about it, but it nagged at me, silently. I wondered how in the world she had gotten that impression. (Not that it takes much for her to form an impression and keep it no matter what.)
In other news, Shorty seems to think that I should mention him because he's been sending me Beatles music. In an effort to generate e-mail for himself, he's been sending out e-mails with a Beatles Song of the Day (even though some don't arrive until evening). His song choices are all spur of the moment, so I prompted him to plan ahead for V-day's song. But now he's got so many choices pick out that it'll probably be another spur of the moment choice. Anyway, he strongly and not-very-subtly hinted that this should get him a mention. Well, now he's got another on his tab. He sure owes me a lot of comments.
And, dude, for somebody looking for e-mails, the least you can do is answer the ones I send you. I'm still waiting for an answer in regards to a certain appointment. Otherwise, I want my money back.
I'm finally taking my truck in for servicing. I haven't had headlights for almost a month. Fog lights aren't bad, but in weather like this, it's a little scary on the country roads. Especially first thing in the morning. High beams aren't working either. Hopefully, this time, they'll fix this re-occurring problem.
That's about it for now. Everything else is pretty much as it usually is. Spot pesters everybody for treats and cuddling, Lynne hasn't spoken to me since Saturday (but that's not unusual either). She had to miss the style shopping due to an emergency or two. Said she'd arrange for time later because she wanted to spend time with just me. She said I wasn't allowed to talk "bad" about her either - which just stunned me because1) I hadn't even thought about it and 2) wouldn't have anyway. What was there to say? I knew nothing at all about what happened. Still don't. *shrug* She'll talk when she's ready.
Which reminds me ... style shopping with Joyce turned out much better than I thought. In fact, in fact, I actually bought a dress! Okay, she bought half of it and I'll get the other half later. This, in turn, bred swings of mood as I was thrilled with the dress - it was perfect AND on sale (which is why we bought it now) and I was thoroughly horrified by my measurements. Which I shouldn't have been. They really aren't that bad. Jade assures me that even though my muscle mass is keeping me from seeing any real results on the scale, he can see a difference in the shape. *sigh* Nothing worse than a full length wall mirror when you are on a diet. I swear the things are warped like a fun house. I think people would buy more if they would bend them the other direction. Fools. *sigh* Either way, I've intensified my workouts by pushing myself a bit harder.
Yup, I'd probably jog myself to Heaven, if it existed. Then jog myself down to Hell (just for a short spell) to sweat it out to the Oldies or something. ;)
I'll get it eventually. I'd actually measure myself, to keep track, if I had a tape. Guess I'll have to get one. Just to see how big my pythons are. LOL!
February 14, 2007 - 06:31
WHEEEEEEE!!
There was more!! We leave Friday night for a romantic vacation in Jasper! Jade really needed a holiday so this is also a gift to himself. *sigh* I guess I can share ... LOL!!
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO EVERYBODY!
*blows kisses*
Sweet Dreams!
Friday, February 09, 2007
Playin' It Cool
08:55
So my weight has fluctuated a bit this week, but that's normal. It doesn't help if I treat myself to some chocolate cookies in bed, I guess. Eating before going to bed is bad. Bed time snacks should happen at least an hour before you hit the sack. Unless you plan on participating in some rigorous exercise after eating and before sleeping. That's not so bad. Of course, experts say that you should not participate in exercise just before sleeping. (These experts probably have seperate bedrooms from their spouses, or they are just plain single. They can all get stuffed.)
Been typing genealogy info for three days now. Alright, three afternoons. I'm not even halfway through the info I've received yet! I'm past the 1900 people marker on my tree now though. (Whoo hoo!) I should be well past the 2000 mark before I'm done. Gotta love the Irish connections! They are just as prolific as the Scottish! The average number of children per family is about 6. The biggest so far has been 15 children. (I hope the sex was worth it! Wow.)
So, tomorrow I'll be "style" shopping with Lynne and Joyce. Just hunting for ideas, mostly. Seeing what's out there. Deciding what style suits me best, and what the wedding party will look like. That sort of thing. Damn traditions ... it's such a pain shopping without Jade.
Will it ever stop SNOWING??? It's been snowing almost straight for a week! Lightly, but continuous! Last night, the highways were finally somewhat good and drive-able. This morning, there were at least 6 inches to carve a trail into without getting sucked into a hovering ditch. It was easier in higher traffic areas, but there isn't too much traffic yet at 06:00. On the bright side, the fitness centre was most definitely NOT busy. Some woman managed to kick the plug to my treadmill out of the wall - bringing me to a sudden, and surprised, stop. She apologised sincerely, and I remarked that it looked like it happened fairly often. A lot of the plugs in the wall were at varying degrees in angles. There's not a whole lot of maneuvering room in there in the first place. Threw my flow off a bit though, so I finished what I estimated to be the time I had left and went down to swim my lanes. It's so much nicer in there before the classes come in. Very peaceful. Quiet.
And cold. What the heck did they have the doors open for?? Made the deep end foggy and the water surface colder. Great for Hallowe'en effects, but nasty for Valentine's day! I had to go sit in the hot tub to warm up! The fact that the hot tub actually felt hot proved to me that I was cold, despite my exercise. Where's Jade when you really need him! *shiver*
Jade finally got the brunt of one of Dona's financial tirades. Better him than me, although I pity him the unpleasantness of it. I couldn't hear a lot of his answers, but there's never any problems hearing her! Damn, I wish she'd join a group or a club or something! With the amount of snow coming down, we're not going to see Spring anytime soon ... and if we do, it won't be dry for some time! that woman needs somethig to keep her busy! I just wanna get some work done towards my barn area! I also have to decide, fairly soon, whether or not I am going back to work with the Thoroughbreds. It'll be possible, and not too taxing, if I make arrangements to NOT work later than feed times. (This means no evening racing.) But when would I have the time to get anything done here? Well, I guess on my afternoons when I have some free time, I'd still have more time than the guys, but they'll have weekends - and I really want to be here for that.
I guess we'll just have to see. Play it by ear.
I've put out a couple of posters, advertising my professional availability. No hits yet, but it could happen. Jade is trying to find me something at the office where he works, and working at the new store for The Shepherd would be cool, but not likely to happen. Whatever. I'd prefer not to waste my training with the horses, but the joy of working because I want to, and not because I have to, makes things a bit more open in regards to opportunities. I can get a part time job that doesn't pay a whole heck of a lot. As long as I have enough money to cover my minor costs after I fill the gas tank, I'm golden.
Spot will miss me though. Ah, well. every choice a person makes creates a victim somewhere.
Sweet Dreams!
So my weight has fluctuated a bit this week, but that's normal. It doesn't help if I treat myself to some chocolate cookies in bed, I guess. Eating before going to bed is bad. Bed time snacks should happen at least an hour before you hit the sack. Unless you plan on participating in some rigorous exercise after eating and before sleeping. That's not so bad. Of course, experts say that you should not participate in exercise just before sleeping. (These experts probably have seperate bedrooms from their spouses, or they are just plain single. They can all get stuffed.)
Been typing genealogy info for three days now. Alright, three afternoons. I'm not even halfway through the info I've received yet! I'm past the 1900 people marker on my tree now though. (Whoo hoo!) I should be well past the 2000 mark before I'm done. Gotta love the Irish connections! They are just as prolific as the Scottish! The average number of children per family is about 6. The biggest so far has been 15 children. (I hope the sex was worth it! Wow.)
So, tomorrow I'll be "style" shopping with Lynne and Joyce. Just hunting for ideas, mostly. Seeing what's out there. Deciding what style suits me best, and what the wedding party will look like. That sort of thing. Damn traditions ... it's such a pain shopping without Jade.
Will it ever stop SNOWING??? It's been snowing almost straight for a week! Lightly, but continuous! Last night, the highways were finally somewhat good and drive-able. This morning, there were at least 6 inches to carve a trail into without getting sucked into a hovering ditch. It was easier in higher traffic areas, but there isn't too much traffic yet at 06:00. On the bright side, the fitness centre was most definitely NOT busy. Some woman managed to kick the plug to my treadmill out of the wall - bringing me to a sudden, and surprised, stop. She apologised sincerely, and I remarked that it looked like it happened fairly often. A lot of the plugs in the wall were at varying degrees in angles. There's not a whole lot of maneuvering room in there in the first place. Threw my flow off a bit though, so I finished what I estimated to be the time I had left and went down to swim my lanes. It's so much nicer in there before the classes come in. Very peaceful. Quiet.
And cold. What the heck did they have the doors open for?? Made the deep end foggy and the water surface colder. Great for Hallowe'en effects, but nasty for Valentine's day! I had to go sit in the hot tub to warm up! The fact that the hot tub actually felt hot proved to me that I was cold, despite my exercise. Where's Jade when you really need him! *shiver*
Jade finally got the brunt of one of Dona's financial tirades. Better him than me, although I pity him the unpleasantness of it. I couldn't hear a lot of his answers, but there's never any problems hearing her! Damn, I wish she'd join a group or a club or something! With the amount of snow coming down, we're not going to see Spring anytime soon ... and if we do, it won't be dry for some time! that woman needs somethig to keep her busy! I just wanna get some work done towards my barn area! I also have to decide, fairly soon, whether or not I am going back to work with the Thoroughbreds. It'll be possible, and not too taxing, if I make arrangements to NOT work later than feed times. (This means no evening racing.) But when would I have the time to get anything done here? Well, I guess on my afternoons when I have some free time, I'd still have more time than the guys, but they'll have weekends - and I really want to be here for that.
I guess we'll just have to see. Play it by ear.
I've put out a couple of posters, advertising my professional availability. No hits yet, but it could happen. Jade is trying to find me something at the office where he works, and working at the new store for The Shepherd would be cool, but not likely to happen. Whatever. I'd prefer not to waste my training with the horses, but the joy of working because I want to, and not because I have to, makes things a bit more open in regards to opportunities. I can get a part time job that doesn't pay a whole heck of a lot. As long as I have enough money to cover my minor costs after I fill the gas tank, I'm golden.
Spot will miss me though. Ah, well. every choice a person makes creates a victim somewhere.
Sweet Dreams!
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Happy Enough to Scream
14:29
"Poor" Spot is hiding under my bed. Sulking and feeling sorry for himself. Serves him right. The little gutter-snipe was up on the kitchen counter ... gnawing on a thawing piece of stewing beef. That earned him a sore bum. Little brat. He's really losing his manners since living here.
I was very happy to discover this morning that I've lost two pounds. Thank you; thank you. Of course, it took a bit of time to figure this out. Between my not wearing my glasses, and the cat trying to "catch" the pointer as it moved, well, let's just say that I obviously work for all the weight I lose.
I was so happy, actually, that I texted a message to Jade at work. This is highly unusual as I don't text people. I think it's stupid and takes longer to type three words than it does to dial the number, say the words, exchange some small talk, and hang up again. However, in this case, I felt that it was worth the effort as Jade is frequently too busy now to answer his phone and reading a message takes less time to read than it does to call up the service and listen to it. Besides that, he doesn't have to worry about volume either.
Got a free copy of a magazine delivered to me. Chocolat. Apparently, it's a gift subscription from Canada Post because I used their change of address service. I wish they'd chosen a magazine that was more local. Just what I needed - a magazine full of more Toronto wares. Whoopee.
Hmm ... Buffy's theme song (long version) makes good work out music ...
I wish Jill would hurry and show up. She's not helping my stress any, although it's probably my stress that's keeping her away. It's a vicious circle.
I've got a big pamphlet of Family tree info to enter into my tree now. It's a pain to flip from screen to scree, but I'm reluctant to ask Jade to print it for me. It's over 50 pages long. Still, it might be nice to have a hard copy of it just in case my computer crashes again. I've been having a lot of problems with my "engine executable". I don't know if this is a computer problem, a trojan/virus, or what. It started to show up during my D&D game in a specific location, but now it's happening outside of the game when I'm just surfing online. Freakin' annoying. What the dickens is it? I'm afraid to ask a tech. I don't have the cash to spare right now. I've got a dentist appointment coming up. Ugh.
Right after that is my appointment with the specialist. Which apparently had nothing to do with my ultrasound appointment. Ultrasound came out clean, so we have NO clue what's going on. Well, clean isn't entirely correct. They found a "mass" on my liver, but it's possible that I was born with it and if it's not doing anything, then they don't want to fuss with it. I want to know what their definition of "mass" is! My doctor then said that maybe it's just "me" to be passing white blood cells like this. (This means he's running out of tests. Bet I have to pee in another cup before he gives up completely.) This conclusion is also stupid, as it's not something that's been noticed before. Certainly, it wasn't picked up during the original physical that they made me take. *sigh* Maybe it's time to change doctors again? Hard to find one that lacks "quack" though.
I need to get my filing done ... it's amazing how quickly it piles up. Better get that over with now, I guess. I have the time.
Sweet Dreams!
PS. A little music for your enjoyment.
Sung by Old Dogs - Waylon Jennings, Mel Tillis, Bobby Bare, Jerry Reed (Snowman, from Smokey & the Bandit)
(I love country!)
So you're taking better care of your body,
becoming more aware of your body,
responding to your body's needs,
everything you hear and read
about diets, nutrition,
and sleeping position,
and detoxifying the system
and buying machines that they advertise
to help you exercise,
herbs to revitalize
you if you're traumatized,
soaps that will sanitize,
sprays to deodorize,
liquids to neutralize
acids and pesticides,
free weights to maximize
your strength and muscle size,
shots that will immunize,
pills to reenergize
you but remember -
that for all your pain and gain,
eventually,
the story ends the same.
So ... you can quit smoking
but you're still gonna die,
cut out coking
but you're still gonna die
Eliminate everything fatty or fried,
and you get real healthy
but you're still gonna die
Stop drinking booze
and you're still gonna die,
stay away from Kool’s
and, son, you're still gonna die
You can cut out coffee
and never get high
but you're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die
C: You're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die,
still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die
You can even give aerobics one more try
but when the music is over
you're still gonna die
Put seat belts in your car
you're still gonna die,
cut nicotine and tar
you're still gonna die
You can exercise that cellulite off of your thigh,
get slimmer and trimmer but your still gonna die
Stop kissing and tell
your still gonna die,
you can eat a lot of oat bran
but you're still gonna die.
You can search for UFO’s up in the sky,
they might fly you to Mars, where you'r still gonna die
C: You're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die,
still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die
And all the Reeboks and Nikes and Diggers you buy,
you can jog up to heaven and you're still gonna die.
Drink Ginseng tonic,
you're still gonna die,
try high colonics
you're still gonna die
You can have yourself frozen,
suspended in time,
but when they do thaw you out
you're still gonna die
You can have safe sex
you're still gonna die,
you can switch to Crest
but you're still gonna die
You can get rid of stress,
get a lot of rest,
get an aids test,
enroll in Estes
Move out west
where it’s sunny and dry,
and you’ll live to be a hundred
but you're still gonna die
C: You're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die,
still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die
So you better have some fun
before you say bye-bye
Cause you're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna still gonna, Still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die!
(pasted from song lyrics.com - with some editing)
"Poor" Spot is hiding under my bed. Sulking and feeling sorry for himself. Serves him right. The little gutter-snipe was up on the kitchen counter ... gnawing on a thawing piece of stewing beef. That earned him a sore bum. Little brat. He's really losing his manners since living here.
I was very happy to discover this morning that I've lost two pounds. Thank you; thank you. Of course, it took a bit of time to figure this out. Between my not wearing my glasses, and the cat trying to "catch" the pointer as it moved, well, let's just say that I obviously work for all the weight I lose.
I was so happy, actually, that I texted a message to Jade at work. This is highly unusual as I don't text people. I think it's stupid and takes longer to type three words than it does to dial the number, say the words, exchange some small talk, and hang up again. However, in this case, I felt that it was worth the effort as Jade is frequently too busy now to answer his phone and reading a message takes less time to read than it does to call up the service and listen to it. Besides that, he doesn't have to worry about volume either.
Got a free copy of a magazine delivered to me. Chocolat. Apparently, it's a gift subscription from Canada Post because I used their change of address service. I wish they'd chosen a magazine that was more local. Just what I needed - a magazine full of more Toronto wares. Whoopee.
Hmm ... Buffy's theme song (long version) makes good work out music ...
I wish Jill would hurry and show up. She's not helping my stress any, although it's probably my stress that's keeping her away. It's a vicious circle.
I've got a big pamphlet of Family tree info to enter into my tree now. It's a pain to flip from screen to scree, but I'm reluctant to ask Jade to print it for me. It's over 50 pages long. Still, it might be nice to have a hard copy of it just in case my computer crashes again. I've been having a lot of problems with my "engine executable". I don't know if this is a computer problem, a trojan/virus, or what. It started to show up during my D&D game in a specific location, but now it's happening outside of the game when I'm just surfing online. Freakin' annoying. What the dickens is it? I'm afraid to ask a tech. I don't have the cash to spare right now. I've got a dentist appointment coming up. Ugh.
Right after that is my appointment with the specialist. Which apparently had nothing to do with my ultrasound appointment. Ultrasound came out clean, so we have NO clue what's going on. Well, clean isn't entirely correct. They found a "mass" on my liver, but it's possible that I was born with it and if it's not doing anything, then they don't want to fuss with it. I want to know what their definition of "mass" is! My doctor then said that maybe it's just "me" to be passing white blood cells like this. (This means he's running out of tests. Bet I have to pee in another cup before he gives up completely.) This conclusion is also stupid, as it's not something that's been noticed before. Certainly, it wasn't picked up during the original physical that they made me take. *sigh* Maybe it's time to change doctors again? Hard to find one that lacks "quack" though.
I need to get my filing done ... it's amazing how quickly it piles up. Better get that over with now, I guess. I have the time.
Sweet Dreams!
PS. A little music for your enjoyment.
Sung by Old Dogs - Waylon Jennings, Mel Tillis, Bobby Bare, Jerry Reed (Snowman, from Smokey & the Bandit)
(I love country!)
So you're taking better care of your body,
becoming more aware of your body,
responding to your body's needs,
everything you hear and read
about diets, nutrition,
and sleeping position,
and detoxifying the system
and buying machines that they advertise
to help you exercise,
herbs to revitalize
you if you're traumatized,
soaps that will sanitize,
sprays to deodorize,
liquids to neutralize
acids and pesticides,
free weights to maximize
your strength and muscle size,
shots that will immunize,
pills to reenergize
you but remember -
that for all your pain and gain,
eventually,
the story ends the same.
So ... you can quit smoking
but you're still gonna die,
cut out coking
but you're still gonna die
Eliminate everything fatty or fried,
and you get real healthy
but you're still gonna die
Stop drinking booze
and you're still gonna die,
stay away from Kool’s
and, son, you're still gonna die
You can cut out coffee
and never get high
but you're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die
C: You're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die,
still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die
You can even give aerobics one more try
but when the music is over
you're still gonna die
Put seat belts in your car
you're still gonna die,
cut nicotine and tar
you're still gonna die
You can exercise that cellulite off of your thigh,
get slimmer and trimmer but your still gonna die
Stop kissing and tell
your still gonna die,
you can eat a lot of oat bran
but you're still gonna die.
You can search for UFO’s up in the sky,
they might fly you to Mars, where you'r still gonna die
C: You're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die,
still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die
And all the Reeboks and Nikes and Diggers you buy,
you can jog up to heaven and you're still gonna die.
Drink Ginseng tonic,
you're still gonna die,
try high colonics
you're still gonna die
You can have yourself frozen,
suspended in time,
but when they do thaw you out
you're still gonna die
You can have safe sex
you're still gonna die,
you can switch to Crest
but you're still gonna die
You can get rid of stress,
get a lot of rest,
get an aids test,
enroll in Estes
Move out west
where it’s sunny and dry,
and you’ll live to be a hundred
but you're still gonna die
C: You're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die,
still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die
So you better have some fun
before you say bye-bye
Cause you're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna still gonna, Still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die!
(pasted from song lyrics.com - with some editing)
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