I done good on the treadmill - got my heart rate up over 130 which made the doc happy. Having some grapes and waiting for one more image to be done. Then home.
And I’m home. I don’t think there’s anything disturbing to be revealed. In fact, I’m hoping the doc says all is good and I don’t need to go back next month for a consult. We shall see.
Now some chillage before I go fetch pizza.
We’re having problems. I couldn’t go in, couple days ago, S.M. had to come to my house (trust issues!) to haul my naked ass off the floor.
Got flea stuff for Monkey. Didn’t open properly, got it all over his fur, not into his skin. He started licking, got a quick shower, now he’s licking more (of course) but I have to go to work.
There are wet towels all over my house, I’m terrified that I’ve accidentally poisoned my sweet Monks in the interest of not getting fucking bugs in the house - one of my co-workers is absolutely to blame - and my mother is still on my case about not getting my phone working, and I swear, I’m trying to work without throwing up.
I’m so sorry you’re having trouble, shoe. I’m glad SM was able to come over.
I am so sorry.
{{{{shoe}}}}. Wishing the best for Monkey, and you. Stay in touch when you can, we’re worrying about you here.
FCM, haven’t had a stress test in quite awhile, I do get my pulse over 130 while doing the stationary bike thing, but not for too long. And Happy SDMB Anniversary!!
JtC, some people just hate to throw perfectly good stuff away; took me a long time to get control of that habit (I still have my HS letter jacket in my closet, maybe one day I’ll fit into it again…) but I’ve gotten better at donating. Hope the thrift store idea works out.
Have exercised and ran the dishwasher and also bought two new pairs of shorts (40" waist y’all!!!), so just had a 450-cal midday snack and will head out to the soccer fields in about an hour to chase more players around. Calories-watching has managed to do something I’ve been supposed to be doing since my gall bladder was removed 30 years ago; eat more often but in smaller portions. Up until recently it was 2 or 3 big meals and maybe a snack at bedtime. So it only took 30 years to learn new habits…
Take care all and in case there weren’t enough, {{{{shoe}}}}
Howdy Y’all! Stuff got did and I got the chance to say a quick howdy to NP. He was born in 1993. I am so freakin old! He is so freakin’ young! Then quality cee-mint pond time, nappage, and day drinkin’ happened. Leftover sup has been et. Chillage ensues.
MOOOOOOM Happy Doperversary!
JtC Love that GG is teachin’ Bella the song of their people.
{{{Shoe}}}
{{{shoe}}}
There is a surprising number of 100% single story apartment complexes out there, especially those geared to retirees. Mine isn’t seniors only, but the ground level living skews the demographics of those of us who live here to 50+.
I absolutely love sitting out on the porch in the mountains when there is fog. It just softens the world.
Happy vacation taters!
Hugs to you too. I hope that you got you and Monkey all cleaned up.
Irked, voted, walked Nelson, met a new neighbor dog across the fence (Nelson’s little buddy Lupio’s sister, Petey. She’s corgi and something else). This was the local general election and the state primary. There was only one contested race in my party’s primary and I knew exactly who I wanted to vote for and did.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
This has been a problem since before we got married. He got it from his folks, their home was packed with stuff that was too good to throw away or stuff they got at a good price or even for free.
Our second home had a lot of land and we ended up with FOUR big sheds because he kept filling them up. I put my foot down with the third place and only allowed two sheds. If he put anything in MY shed, it went to the curb as soon as I saw it because I was sure that we already owned more than one and he had just buried them in his shed.
Also, I wasn’t going to throw anything away. I always try to donate or give away first. (I even found a home for the moving boxes)
Kids just seem to get younger and younger every year!
When the rain stopped the sun came out and turned the lower forest into diamond covered trees while the fog was still drifting up.
When we came to visit his folks, all I wanted to do was sit on the porch and look at the forest. They felt required to take us places and spend money to entertain us. They never seemed to understand that just watching the forest was entertainment enough and more for a desert dweller so my porch sittin’ moments were few and far between.
So, I’m one of those people who like to dress their bed up all fancy and shit. I haven’t really bothered since we’ve been here because things were missing. Yesterday I found the last pieces so today was the Day of the Bed. I stripped it and put the linens in the washer then dragged a hose in to let some water out of my side. That became a whole ordeal because Hubs had lost the pump, but it got done.
I didn’t want to start putting the bed back together because I knew that we had allowed air to get into the bladder and it needed to settle. While I was giving that time, I thought I should iron our freshly washed bed skirt. We do have an iron and I was planning on using our island for an ironing board, but realized that of course we didn’t have fabric finish. I shut the iron off and put a bra on so I could go to the local grocery sto and get some fabric finish. While I was there I got sucked in by the sweet smell of the watermelons and bought one of them as well.
I whacked the watermelon up for easy snacking and then started ironing. I had forgotten how long that skirt was so had to get several hangers to hold the ironed part off the floor while I was finishing.
Dinner happened and I burped the air out of the bed, and put those covers back together and added the thermal liner and pillow top cover… Next I put the skirt on the bed, then the sheets and pillow cases, then the poofy down comforter, the bedspread, the shams and throw pillows happened. It would have been picture worthy except for the big lump between the sheets because GG wouldn’t budge and I wasn’t waiting.
Now I’m planning on getting a shower then messing everything up just because it will feel so good.
After I get a bowl of watermelon.
{{{shoe}}}
Happy Thorsday!
It has been messy.
I’m back to sleeping way too much
and having very disturbing dreams.
The other night I woke up every two hours on the hour to pee.
Why is it I can go for hours in the daytime without peeing and I’m up all night?
I think I need a new computer, but I hope not.
Happy vacation Taters
{{{SHOE}}}
I’m done before I toss this laptop out the window.
Evening all. Soccer players have been duly chased and refereed and I have sweated into a couple more shirts, so probably will do a load of laundry tomorrow. Wasn’t done until 7:45pm and not being in a mood to scrounge for food, stopped at the Burger King en-route home for a Double Whopper w/cheese (but in a stunning display of discipline, I did not get any fries with it). That has been devoured and should conclude the calorie count for the day. A couple more hours of internettin’ and readin’ before bedtime but nothing active, except maybe putting the dishes away.
swampy, we were all so freakin’ young once; would that it could stay that way.
JtC, yeah, four sheds full of stuff is a definite sign of a problem. Glad the bed is meeting with your approval (and GG’s)
Sari, I’m the opposite, I can go 7-8 hours of sleep time with having to relieve myself, but 30 seconds after I get out of bed, I had better be near the terlet. Hope the laptop problems are correctable.
9PM and I still am in my soccer shirt and shorts, so guess I need to get them in the laundry basket for tomorrow and get ready for some serious sleepage. Take care all.
Freshly made bed and freshly cleaned person is the best thing! I like to do that on a Friday so I can loll about in the bed on a morning with no alarm.
Nothing like cat help. I have a picture of lager under the fitted sheet. You can see his bum bump and ear lumps.
Off to sleep for another weirdass dream.
It may thunder which I hate.
Why does it usually thunder at night?
I told Hubs to take an evening shower because of the clean sheets and bedding. He thought that meant that we both would be messing up the bed married style so just tossed both of the cats out of the bedroom. Of course I’m totally up for that!
Over thirty years ago, there was one, just ONE time that a cat touched the bouncing balls and he has never gotten over it.
No claws and no damage to him. He screamed like a schoolgirl and lunged forward ending up with his forehead meeting my nose in a most violent fashion. I sported two black eyes and a swollen nose for a couple of weeks. It’s been almost 40 years and he still looks around before dropping his pants for me
Finally home. Someone else called out, but I rather adamantly did not wanna stay till close. (“I gotta close tomorrow, and I can barely walk as it is.” Sorry, but I hafta conserve my strength.)
It became someone else’s problem, and for once, I didn’t give a shit.
The damn line (where we, yanno, make pizzas) has been out of commission for days, needs a new compressor - we’re keeping a bare minimum of toppings & supplies in front of us on ice, and then shuttling back & forth to the walk-in every five minutes.
Cuz we can’t keep much in the reach-in (the big fridge between the line & the walk-in where we keep a lot of stuff) because that’s been running suspiciously warm lately, too.
Oh, and one of the ovens keeps acting up & gets turned off, so we’ve been running on 3 ovens for like a week now.
I’m friggin’ over it.
Anyway, thanks for the nice wishes, y’all. Monkey seems okay, he was being his usual drama-llama self at the door when I walked in, and is happily chasing a few treats now, so hopefully, my stoopit mistake with the damn flea stuff will simply be an expensive waste of time.
My muscles all hurt, though. I just took a CBD gummy in hopes of some sort of pain/inflammation relief, and I have a topical cream (kinda like Tiger Balm) that imma dig out of the bathroom cabinet in a sec.
If someone hasn’t smoked all my weed, that’s absolutely next on the agenda. Plus, I guess, food. I need something comforting, and there may be a can of the good chicken noodle soup in the pantry…
ETA: “messing up the bed married style” is a beautiful euphemism
Once again, fuck hiccups.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
{{{{shoe}}}}
Sounds like Brown is running your maintenance.
Spot likes to claw, so I keep my pants up around him.
Indeed
Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 18c/65f with a predicted high of 25c/77f and mostly sunny. Weather app says “My fucking joints are aching. It must mean the fucking weather is changing for the fucking 365th day this year.” I’d agree with that, it’s hot and sunny already but fortunately my joints aren’t aching yet.
How fabulous! Shadow likes to have a good wail now and again about things, I think he saves all his grievances and lets them out in one go. The girlies haven’t really developed a voice yet, Cherry has started to squawk at me when she wants fuss but Blossom hasn’t got past a delightful little squeak yet.l
Happy Doperversary…I hope you had cake!
{{{{{shoe}}}}} Sending positive thoughts to you and Monkey.
VanGo I hope you managed to get rid of the hiccups eventually. How many remedies did you try before they disappeared?
metalmouse yay for smaller sized shorts!
The Travel Gods are obviously storing up something nasty since I’ve had a couple of days of relatively trouble-free commuting. Yesterday I left a few minutes early and had a slow walk up to the campus station, and caught a train that was running late but meant that I got to Big City Station in time to get on the service that runs 7 minutes before my usual one. Got off that and walked to the bus station, decided I did not want to wait 10 minutes inside a structure that’s largely made of glass, so I walked up to the next stop on the route and caught the same bus from there, standing in fresh air and shade.
I was home a little earlier than usual, and had a nice cool shower before throwing all of the day’s clothes into the wash. They dried in the bathroom overnight so that was very useful. This morning I was up at my usual time, did feline tums and bums, got my hair washed and dried, had a cuppa and left the house. I walked to the bus stop before my usual one as I’d got time, and the bus turned up 4 minutes early (and virtually empty). Got to the station and the train I wanted was on time, as was the train out to campus.
I’m in the office, we have doors and windows open, and fans blowing but it’s still stuffy. Weather forecast suggests it will be less humid than yesterday which is a good thing, 'cos I is a delicate flower, y’know. Anyway, I have a lunch date with a friend, and we’ve been told to close the office and go home early if it becomes unbearably hot.
My minion with swollen joints came in yesterday and regretted it as she was still in pain and had trouble moving around. I told her she could go home at any point, and told her not to come in today if she didn’t want to. Team manager told her the same thing. She mithered about it all morning, but sense prevailed and she is at home today.
I’m out tonight for a gig, the pub we’re going to is always hot upstairs, I predict tonight will be more like a sauna!