Home at last. We had a nice lunch with Mom and my sister, nicer still since Mom treated. We were early to the Dr’s office, but that gave **FCD **time to fill out paperwork. But the doc, as usual, was late. And it turns out he doesn’t do spinal surgery any more - just knees and hips. But he recommended a colleague, and **FCD **will call him tomorrow. I feel better after talking to him - things aren’t as bad as we feared, and this new doc might be able to do a less-invasive procedure to effect repairs. So we shall see.
We got caught in some rush hour traffic, but not as bad as it might have been. We’re waiting for daughter et al to get home. Chillage shall ensue. No plans for tomorrow yet. I’s tahred.
Home at last. We had a nice lunch with Mom and my sister, nicer still since Mom treated. We were early to the Dr’s office, but that gave **FCD **time to fill out paperwork. But the doc, as usual, was late. And it turns out he doesn’t do spinal surgery any more - just knees and hips. But he recommended a colleague, and **FCD **will call him tomorrow. I feel better after talking to him - things aren’t as bad as we feared, and this new doc might be able to do a less-invasive procedure to effect repairs. So we shall see.
We got caught in some rush hour traffic, but not as bad as it might have been. We’re waiting for daughter et al to get home. Chillage shall ensue. No plans for tomorrow yet. I’s tahred.
Chili is chili-ing! Big question: beans or no beans. It’s just me and the Big Wrek. There are reasons he doesn’t need beans. Mainly, Jack Daniels. Explosive.
I need the protein. Maybe I half it up.
It’s freaky cold here. After the warm days it makes it feel colder.
**Spidey **, deviled eggs are not my fave either. (It’s right in their name: de-vile-d). MOM, hugs to FCD, and good luck.
Evening all. Mailed bills and bought my last piece of furniture for the house (2 dining chairs and a small cabinet for holding some of my stuff). Also got notified that stuff I ordered from Wal-Mart on-line is at the store, so I’ll pick that up tomorrow. Another 5 boxes of books got shelved (only 18 left), so my 1 March goal of having everything in it’s place still looks doable. Then I don’t have to worry about it for another 20 years…
Also changed out the Pepsi-coated keyboard for a $10.98 Wal-Mart special I had in the closet–being me, I hay want to go back and get 2-3 more of them…
Turns out among the gifts for Roxy was a bag for me and my sweetie. It’s sachets and scented oil in a diffuser. I hate hate hate scented products - I won’t even use scented laundry detergent or shampoos or stuff like that. So now I have to thank my bro and his SO for a gift I absolutely hate!
“Thanks, guys. Please don’t do this again.” Yeah, I know. I’ll be polite because I’m nice, dammit. And this stinky stuff will go to a thrift store - I’m sure someone somewhere likes it.
spidey and beck can turn up their noses for deviled aigs all they want. That leaves more for the rest of us.
Wet stuff spat from the sky all day, so Nelson didn’t get his dog park trip. Like doggio, some of it was snow, but it was 40F, so not a chance of it sticking. Up on the plateau was another story though.
I’m rested up now to go back to irk tomorrow (I knew that I’d be out past irk night bedtime last night, so planned accordingly). Then it’s a three day weekend without much planned (mercifully) other than taking a friend to the eye doctor Monday afternoon.
Et take in from the good place. I was just to Tahred to cook. All that laying around eating bonbons whilst hubs was hospitalized made me lazy and three days of irk has kicked my butt. Tomorrow is a full 8 hours of driving and appointmenting at the heart doc. Maybe we will stop at Cracker Barrel again. Then blessed weekend and time to be lazy. I am about to take my night pills at 745PM. Sad.
The second guy fell into a grave, and heard an ominous voice out of the dark. He thought he was in the presence of a supernatural terror, which gave him the impetus to get out.
Hey, I deserve ice cream too. But I’ll take a corndog instead:D
The size of the needle I had to stick in my own butt would’ve scared the Terminator. But , I got it done. :eek:
I don’t think it’s gonna be sore. After the 15th one I may have a different story.
Nellie, have better thoughts. Spring is coming. (:))
My spousal unit will be coming back to our hovel for the weekend, or most of it, anyway. Probably get back here tomorrow, and head out on Monday morning, not-so-bright, but for sure, it’ll be early. Ugh. Never enough time! That’s how it goes, though. We like having lights, heat, and food. That’s our semblance of life, I guess.
Nothing much on the agenda for the day, other than picking up a few items at the store this morning, and the usual hovelwork, once I get my pathetic ass back home. I’ve got a sore instep, this morning. Don’t know what the hell I did to it. I may have looked at it wrong, and pissed it off. Seems my parts get angered for no apparent reason, these days. Aging sucks.
On the upside, yesterday, I did make my husband a batch of from-scratch chocolate cupcakes, and some from-scratch chocolate buttercream frosting, for the tops. Good grief, that frosting is good! I did NOT need to know that. I had to shoot up 45 units of rapid-acting insulin, because I ate what I scraped out of the bowl, once they were all frosted. My BG STILL shot up to 250. FML.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 41 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 52 and partly cloudy (mostly N.O.S.?) for the day. Not much on the agenda for the day. I will go over to the church house to haul the trash can (only one this week!) back to where it stays and handle candle duty. We may go have N.O.L. somewhere, or not. Sup shall be leftovers from yestiddy.
I read all, but retained little, so yays, boos, hugs, chitlins, trouts, nougies, and how you doin’s all around as needed.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, alas, alack, and bother, I suppose I must purtify and don appropriate bein’ about the public attire. Why must life be so difficult!
This whole retirement thing is messing me up - when I wake, I lie in bed trying to remember what day it is. Like today feels like Sat, but I know it’s not. I’m so confused!!!
Mid 20s here this morning! I need to toddle out to the oil tank and see how full it is. Don’t wanna run out but don’t wanna call for a fill too soon. They charge an extra fee if your fill isn’t a certain minimum. So I don’t want to call till we’re below 1/4 tank.
Other than that, no real plans for the day. I need to give my bathroom a good cleaning - SIL will install the new terlet on Sunday, under our supervision, since he’s never done it before. Plus I’ve been kinda avoiding a deep-cleaning of the bathroom, since I just don’t like to do it - especially behind the terlet. To do it properly, one needs to be down on one’s knees, and I’m too old for that stuff! But I’ll do what I must. Dammit.
Other than that, I’ll be wrangling Roxy today. We’ll see what I can find for us to do.
We were early to the Dr’s office, but that gave **FCD **time to fill out paperwork. But the doc, as usual, was late. And it turns out he doesn’t do spinal surgery any more - just knees and hips. But he recommended a colleague, and **FCD **will call him tomorrow. I feel better after talking to him - things aren’t as bad as we feared, and this new doc might be able to do a less-invasive procedure to effect repairs. So we shall see.
But I’ll do what I must. Dammit.