I’ve colored my hair for over 25 years and I have no intention of stopping. I would like to have Botox or filler on my 11s (the frownies between my eyebrows) and have a few spider veins I would like zapped off. If liposuction were not so dangerous I’ve have my tummy sucked. I had stage 0 breast cancer a few years ago so my right breast is smaller than my left. I’d like them to be the same size (the smaller size). Braces when I was a kid, but my teeth have shifted a bit so I would like Invisalign, and get veneers so my teeth would be blindingly white.
Back from grocerying and the freezer and pantry once again have sufficient stuff to keep us going. Plus there was a sale on doggeh foods, so I’ve added 10 cans to her stash.
**FCD **is at Lowe’s, and I guess we’ll have lunch when he gets back. I should tidy the kitchen. I should. I might.
I will feel better later today once I get to the back-cracker and he shoves the last of the stuff into place. I had a fun time with the ladies from the cathouse and so did the Old Wench. We put a ticket into each bucket for the Chinese Auction and by pure chance I won 3 of the 4 that included booze. I got much picked on about that and enjoyed every moment of it.
Can-ams ---------- in a few years I may be looking for a good used one. I’ve ridden a couple and they are a lot easier to handle and more fun to drive than the usual trike or hack. Tons better than the old servi-cycles. My real issue right now with them are
Parts – sometimes the wait for even simple things is a couple months.
Dealerships – I have like 2 around me 160 miles apart. Long haul if your scoot is sick
Mechanics – they have no real factory training system yet and the shop manual sucks. And because of the lower “circulation” no one is staying up nights to do a good private edition type thing so you can do your own work.
I have thoughts somewhere in the back of my brain of finding one with a blown motor and putting V-twin power inside the frame. I’ll have to do a lot of one-off but the end result could be worth it.
I remember him. Got friends like him as well and that’s part of the frustration. It’s hard to look at a dude missing an arm and a leg riding along and admit that you’re “caged” over back spasms. But mine is like a scoliosis with spasms and when that spasm hits ----- nothing works and my eyes do this most amazing crossing thing. I’ve had several compound fractures that haven’t hurt nearly as bad. But its hard to explain. Lets just say I got a lot more sympathy for Mario than I used to.
I must needs look up CanAm cause I have no idea what that is. Hence, I must fight my own ignernce.
N.O.L. has been ingested. Leftover steak and friggin’ good N.O.T. from Sattidy. Tummy is happy. Tonight is taco night over to ye olde church house. I went ahead and browned and seasoned the ground beast last night. So warmin’ that and taco shells plus preppin’ the fixin’s will be all that needs to be done. Makes for an easier dindin fixin’ after an irkday.
If expense and convenience were no problem, I’d buy clothes. I’m seriously behind on doing that. I’d aslo schedule massages, just because I like massages. Mmmmmmaaassssaaaaaaages.
My kids finally talked me into getting MyFittlessPall, a food and exercise logging program. I’ve done food logging before, but it’s easier when you can snap bar codes. I set it to advise me on losing a half a pound a week and I’ve been surprised to find that this is enough calories to allow me to hit the vending machine for Reese’s Cups.
It’s only been a month, but I’ve kept it up pretty well. It’s easier to stay on track when I know I can program in a candy bar. Shakes are out, though. Shakes screw over the day completely.
If I were to change anything, I’d begin with some cosmetic dentistry. Then, I might do a pink tint (not nearly as bright as FCSis). It was fun doing the bright, offbeat colors when I was young and it may be the way that I go rolling into my sunset years. Since magic is out, I seriously doubt that I’ll ever be much smaller than my currently generous size.
Sis gets sprung from the horsepistol today. She just about gave her principal a coronary when she texted him that she wouldn’t be returning to school in August. She had to clarify that with a later email explaining the situation.
I plan to get some studio time in tonight, since after Tuesday, there’s something going on every other evening.
I don’t have any rhythm, so can’t produce a poem, though I do like Pies2 (lol sorry, my brain is too scrambled to do superscript right now LOL). My poetry attempts would make one cry, literally, they’re that bad! I can’t even do “bad” rhyme right.
As to Mooooom’s question, I would definitely have dental work done, and if I had the extra money, I’d have gotten the better lens when I had the cateract surgery (you can get the kind that will correct astigmatism and other vision problems as well, but they will cost extra, usually this is not covered by insurance). Now, I need to go and have my eyes examined again - plus, I’ve got some other vision problems (floaters) and another problem that is sometimes aggravated by cateract surgery, and I think it’s kicked in in my left eye, which is back to being the “bad” eye again. Gah. Mind you, my vision is still good, I can see, but the left eye does not see well by itself. I guess this means the right one is doing most of the “work.” I really need to get to the opthamologist or at least an optician.
I gotta say, there are so many people with tattoos and piercings out west! The tatts don’t bother me so much but for some reason when I see someone with a lip piercing, it gives me the heebie jeebies, I can’t look at it, and of course, what is my vision drawn right to, like a magnet?! The piercing and whatever ring or bead they’ve got in there. :eek: To each their own, though - it just gives me a creepy feeling. LOL Sorry if I’m offending anyone!!
Same sis with the pink hair has 20+ tats. I was talking to one of my mother’s friends at the party and I said “At least we’d be able to identify her body parts!” I’m not sure you could pay me enough to get a tat - I *might *consider a tiny one for about $5 million… maybe. Piercings - no way. I get woozy when I have blood drawn - I can’t imagine a hole big enough to poke jewelry thru!
**tarra **- any facial piercing kinda creeps me out, but eyebrows are especially disturbing to me. And I don’t even like to think about piercings thru more delicate and intimate parts. :eek: Nothankyouverymuch!!! Each to his/her own, I guess, but <shudder>
Would braces count? Could I still eat whatever I want or is that a consequence?
Today, I’m thinking new legs; mine aren’t too happy with me given the abuse I put them thru this weekend. White, black, purple, I don’t really care as long as they aren’t sore at all.
Happy Monday, mumpers! Mother and I survived the trip but there were a couple of iffy moments there. Anyway, cemetary stuff has been done and things are fine for another year until I can be persuaded to take her back down there again. (Pukka, we were in Faversham as that’s where my dad’s family come from, and most of 'em are buried in the local cemetary.
Changes…well, I’ve been dying my barnet for years, originally used to dye it black but I’ve mellowed as far as mahogany now so it’s brown with a touch of red these days. As one of life’s natural uglybugs, if I started changing things now, I’d have a list as long as your arm and it would never stop. So instead, I’ll stick with the hair dye and keep my piercings and tats too, thank you very much.
If not for having to be a professional type individual these days, I’d still have purple hair. Otherwise I wouldn’t change much. Ok, yes, weigh less, but otherwise I wouldn’t change much.
The sprog and I just got home from Petsmart with Bethany in her carrier. She did very well considering that two people she doesn’t really know scooped her up, put her in a carrier, and took her in a strange car to a new house. I think Target is more confused than anything else by the new kitten. I know she’s upset about something else because she’s been peeing outside of the box. Hopefully, she’ll be upset all at once and things will settle down into the new normal. Bethany doesn’t seem fazed at all, but she’s used to being around other cats.
Bethany gets to live in the bathroom for a couple of weeks; a week alone while Target and she get acquainted through the door, and a week where we slowly introduce them in short periods through a baby gate. Once they’re up to about 45 minutes to an hour, they can start interacting directly. I’ve got Target’s litterbox and dishes in the hallway outside of the bathroom so she has a reason to go up there.
Soherearesomepix of the wee’er beastie. And one of Target because she’s still top cat around here.
But if you do get one, I’ll still associate with you.
Since magic is out, I seriously doubt that I’ll ever be much smaller than my currently generous size. 
I can’t even do “bad” rhyme right. 
Yeah, I haven’t been having good lung days lately.
