Well, I’m not camping Fortunately, the convention I was going to this week is only 20 minutes drive away, so I’m commuting to it- I think my back and physio would both hate me if I didn’t sleep in a proper bed. Had me first appointment, which was pretty good, but I wish they’d stop telling me they’re sure it’s hurting me waaaay more than I’m saying- I keep thinking they must be right. Anyhoo, I should be heading back out to the fun. Hope you all have a splendid Monday!
Oh, y’can’t tell if anyone’s talkin’ like a pirate here- it’s not just any old British accent which is the cliche- it’s our local one, mainly due to the legends surroundin’ one of the local pubs. Was really funny when I moved here, kept expecting them all to say ‘Arrr, matey!’ all the time.
I’m having belly issues today - since yesterday actually. I stayed home from work.
Yesterday my friend Lisa and I made 51 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, along with a banana, a juice drink and other lunch stuff. We delivered the sack lunches to homeless people on our side of town as well as our regular downtown spot. It was awesome! It feels good to make a difference, as small as it is.
Happy Monday, Me Hearties, Yo ho ho and a bottle of milk. Y’know, or something.
I meant to tell you thanks for the well whishes, Soapy, now you’re under the weather, so feel better quick, and that goes for the rest of ye landlubbers too!
Thanks for starting the MMP,** rosie**!
Reboot To me, there is no such thing as a small difference. Well done, you! hugs
Now for breakfast, and dare I say it, actual productivity?
I’m beginning the process of moving my books out of boxes and onto shelves. I found a nice metal shelf (only slightly rusted) on the side of the road with a “take me” sign on it. It now resides in my living room with my hardbacks on it.
See? And around here it also means talking like a last-place baseball player.
Me inner ear be stuffed so I can not only talk like a pirate, I be walking like one as well. Into walls sometimes but such be the fates of the Trade Winds.
HEE! What crossed my mind earlier is, “it’s talk like Spaz day!”
Havin’ N.O.L.. Cheese, crackers and a diet Coke. Gourmet am I! Tonight is men’s night at the church house so dindin shall be steak, sallit, bizkits and some kinda vegetative matter or some kind of N.O.T. Plus sausages. We always have sausages and mustard as an appetizer. Oh and beerverages all nicely chilled and steaks marinatin’ away. Can’t wait!
A pirate walks into a bar, and has a steering wheel firmly attached to the fly of his pantaloons. The bartender says, “Hey buddy, you know you have a steering wheel attached to your zipper?”
The pirate answered, “Aye, and it’s driving me nuts.”
I think **bobbio ** used those back when Hurricane Irene was headed for the east coast. Same joke twice in a month!
I went home to visit for the weekend and spent more time in cars and on airplanes than visiting with people. I flew to Hartford, drove to the far NW suburbs (probably exurbs really) of Boston to visit the friends with triplets, spent the night near there, drove to NH in the morning to visit friends who had moved there on Friday, drove down to the far SW suburbs/exurbs of Boston for a late lunch, and then drove to Worcester for dinner. Then to Troy, NY, to spend the night and go to church at my old church on Sunday. And to Dunkin Donuts after church with folks from there. Then back to Hartford and flew home and dove straight into bed.
Lieu, it still seems like there are some areas that are pretty bad in Upstate NY, VT, and Western MA. I had the radio on in the car and all of the stations were advertising various fundraising efforts for the victims and/or the Red Cross. My church was still putting together flood buckets. There are towns that are just gone, houses swept away, areas that are inaccessible due to roads completely washed away. It’s amazing how badly that non-coastal area was affected.
So now, after that exhausting weekend, it’s hell week at work. I am so excessively grumpy right now. I really want to tell someone off at work. TMI alert: it’s not helping the situation any that I am PMSing right now too.
My lovely walk in the country yesterday seems to have awakened some previously unknown allergies. I ended up going to bed at 9pm yesterday and I slept until 1:15. The only reason I even bothered to get up is that I actually have homework to do today.
Thanks to the tornado, we should have an abundance of firewood next year. Too bad it wont do us any good this year, which is when we actually need it and don’t have the money for it.
Ugh. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG.
Had to wash my sweetie’s pillow today because the terrible Iggy Dammit! decided to give the old marking thing a try - right on daddy’s pillow. I didn’t think to wash a second pillow at the same time, just for the hell of it so now the washer is unbalanced and making a gawdawful racket.
I keep trying to go outside to sit in the sun and do homework but the skeeters wont leave me alone, even with the help of repellent. So, here I sit, in my dark house, turning into a listless vampire. One of these days I’m going to come into a lot of money and I’m going to cut a massive skylight into my roof. Either that or I’m going to cut down all our trees. Anything to get some sun into this dark house.
One of the local dog trainers was visiting my trainer and bought one of the clicker lanyards I made. Her daughter stole it from her. Now she wants me to make some more for her. YAY! Hopefully she wants materials I have so I don’t have to go to the store.
I never wash well enough behind my ears, and now I have a sore behind my right ear. I think it’s a pimple. Also, the piercing in my left ear is all iritated after I thought it would be a GOOD idea to poke some needle thing I found through it, just to test to see if the piercing was still there because I haven’t worn anything in it in like a year or more.
Thank you, JohnT, for posting the news about Outback Steakhouse’s free dinner. I received my coupon in the mail today. I considered bumping the thread to thank you, but was fearful of it being considered a zombie thread.
Worse, I’m in pain and bored. The sudden stabbing pain in my arm that was hugely amplified by trying to pick up a coffee cup is apparently tennis elbow, even though I don’t play tennis.
Advice from the doc is to take a couple days off from mousing and typing as it’s an overuse / repetitive stress type injury at heart, despite the sporting name.
I’m not 100% convinced that the steroid injection last week didn’t unbalance the already fragile neurological ecosystem in my neck just enough to trigger an outbreak. That, or having to change my daily anti-inflammatory meds so I wouldn’t bleed to death after the injection was the culprit.
Wow, new folks! Welcome. Chawklit to MOOOOOOM and beerverages to doggio, CatDude and moi. Oh and Brick likes sammiches. Everybody please feel free to chime right in and request your favorite treat.
Home from irk. YAY!!! Actually irk was not too bad. I spent time makin’ sure there are plenty of the necessary forms on hand for next month’s deluge of Medicare plan changes. I figured it’d be a good thing to know everything is there and where it all is. More trainin’ to come next week. WOO AND HOO!!! Not.
In a bit I shall head over to the church house. OYKW is goin’ on over instead of comin’ out to da cave which makes sense. I am also pickin’ up two guys who live near me and don’t drive. One due to a vision problem and one due to the fact that he’s eighty-eight years old and shouldn’t be drivin’ even though he still does. He for sure does not need to drive at night and it will be gettin’ darkish by the time the evenin’s festivities are over. Thus I am chauffeur which I don’t mind.
Feel better all you sickies! I’m havin’ allergy problems myself. This causes my voice to do weird things from time to time. Dang ragweed! For a couple of weeks in September every year I kinda sound like puberty all over.
Later Y’all!
ETA: MOOOOOOM who’s Al and why have you got him? This sounds suspicious.
Fortunately, the convention I was going to this week is only 20 minutes drive away, so I’m commuting to it- I think my back and physio would both hate me if I didn’t sleep in a proper bed. Had me first appointment, which was pretty good, but I wish they’d stop telling me they’re sure it’s hurting me waaaay more than I’m saying- I keep thinking they must be right. Anyhoo, I should be heading back out to the fun. Hope you all have a splendid Monday!
