Monday, February 27, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
A place for your butt
Beau and I finally were able to buy a brand new sofa!!! It's not a hand-me-down or a crappy Wal*Mart futon. It is a real sofa!!! It is a 3-piece sectional. One end is a recliner and on the other end is a pull out sleeper. I am so excited!!! It's a doeskin color, so I will be able to pull color into the room with throws and pillows. Good ol' tax returns. Here it is in green. I couldn't find a pic of the right color.
It's so nice to have a comfortable place to rest my butt.
It's so nice to have a comfortable place to rest my butt.Thursday, February 23, 2006
Tag, I'm It
OK, I have been tagged by The Incurable Insomniac. I will tag at the end of the meme.
- Black and White or Color; how do you prefer your movies?
If it was filmed in B&W, then I want to see it in B&W. Likewise with color. I do not condone colorization. - What is the one single subject that bores you to near-death?
SPORTS!!! It's a game. Get over it. 'Nuff said. - MP3s, CDs, Tapes or Records: what is your favorite medium for prerecorded music?
I enjoy the portability and convenience of CDs and MP3s, but gimmee good ol' vinyl any day! - You are handed one first class trip plane ticket to anywhere in the world and ten million dollars cash. All of this is yours provided that you leave and not tell anyone where you are going ... Ever. This includes family, friends, everyone. Would you take the money and ticket and run?
Wow, good one. Well, with no other way around the other stuff. I would say NO. If I really thought I could get away with it, I would take the money and figure out a way to get my friends and family with me. If this was impossible, then I would rather have my loved ones. - Seriously, what do you consider the world's most pressing issue now?
Education. I agree with Lynn and Steph. - How would you rectify the world's most pressing issue?
I'm not sure. Better pay for teachers would be a good start though. - You are given the chance to go back and change one thing in your life; what would that be?
I would have visited with Cteev when I had the chance in California. - You are given the chance to go back and change one event in world history, what would that be?
Lennon would have ducked. - A night at the opera, or a night at the Grand Ole' Opry—Which do you choose?
Easy. Opera. - What is the one great unsolved crime of all time you'd like to solve?
Who took my good scissors?? - One famous author can come to dinner with you. Who would that be, and what would you serve for the meal?
JD Salinger, and I would serve porterhouse with a baked potato and a great dinner salad. - You discover that John Lennon was right, that there is no hell below us, and above us there is only sky—what's the first immoral thing you might do to celebrate this fact?
Already believing that there is no hell, and no heaven, I guess I wouldn't do anything differently.
I am tagging Lashell
Monday, February 13, 2006
Tard Carts and Hamburgers
After my toenailectomy, I was instructed to stay off of my feet for a few days so that they can begin to heal properly. Not an easy thing to do for someone who likes to be doing "stuff", but, I am doing my best with the help of Beau and Lashell.
Lashell came over Friday night to stay with us because her house was being treated for fleas. I needed to go shopping on Saturday, so I asked her to go with me so she could follow me around as I was going to be in one of those little electric carts (I call em tard carts--no letters please, get a sense of humor). We got to the Evil Walmart Faction and Lashell dropped me off at the front door and I went in and climbed onto the silly wagon. I waited by the flower section for Lashell to come back in. It took me a few minutes to get used to the damn thing. At one point, I went a bit too fast and slammed into a shelf getting stuck. Lashell had to lift the shelf and get me unstuck. I was fine, but the shelf now has quite a good bend in the middle. LOLOL.
We had most of our shopping done and were in the frozen food aisle when it happened. The damed cart ran out of battery. So I waited there by the frozen pizzas as Lashell went back to get me a fresh cart. It seemed I was sitting there forever, people staring "What is she doing?" Eventually I heard the familiar whining coming around the corner behind me. I turned my head to look and there is Lashell sporting a cart of her own. I lost it then!!!! Oh man, we must have looked like doofaces.
She brought me the new cart, and a Walmart zombie came and took the dead one back to the front. We finished up there, headed back to my house dropped off the groceries and then we went to Lashell's house so she could start putting her house back in order after the bug bombing. Noticing that it was cold as all get out, she checks the thermostat. Great, heat's not working, so we decide she will be staying Saturday night too. Alright with me! I love the company. So we had homemade hamburgers and fries for dinner, then we played poker till the wee hours. All in all it was a really fun weekend.
With or without toe nails.
Lashell came over Friday night to stay with us because her house was being treated for fleas. I needed to go shopping on Saturday, so I asked her to go with me so she could follow me around as I was going to be in one of those little electric carts (I call em tard carts--no letters please, get a sense of humor). We got to the Evil Walmart Faction and Lashell dropped me off at the front door and I went in and climbed onto the silly wagon. I waited by the flower section for Lashell to come back in. It took me a few minutes to get used to the damn thing. At one point, I went a bit too fast and slammed into a shelf getting stuck. Lashell had to lift the shelf and get me unstuck. I was fine, but the shelf now has quite a good bend in the middle. LOLOL.
We had most of our shopping done and were in the frozen food aisle when it happened. The damed cart ran out of battery. So I waited there by the frozen pizzas as Lashell went back to get me a fresh cart. It seemed I was sitting there forever, people staring "What is she doing?" Eventually I heard the familiar whining coming around the corner behind me. I turned my head to look and there is Lashell sporting a cart of her own. I lost it then!!!! Oh man, we must have looked like doofaces.
She brought me the new cart, and a Walmart zombie came and took the dead one back to the front. We finished up there, headed back to my house dropped off the groceries and then we went to Lashell's house so she could start putting her house back in order after the bug bombing. Noticing that it was cold as all get out, she checks the thermostat. Great, heat's not working, so we decide she will be staying Saturday night too. Alright with me! I love the company. So we had homemade hamburgers and fries for dinner, then we played poker till the wee hours. All in all it was a really fun weekend.
With or without toe nails.
Friday, February 10, 2006
OK, Seriously...
Yesterday was an interesting day for me. I had made an appointment to see a podiatrist for my weird ass toenails. I have been suffering from ingrown toenails on my big toes for several years. The left one had gotten so bad that I decided it was time to have some medical intervention. The appointment wasn't until 1:45, so I went to work as usual. Nothing remarkable about the work day really. I was nervous about the appointment, as I was fairly certain the doctor would opt to remove the offending nail, and possibly both of them.
Sometime around 10:00 a.m. or so, a lady walks into my office with a vase of flowers and a purple teddy bear. In my head I'm thinking "Huh? It's not Valentines day, and besides, Beau wouldn't do something like that." (Although I wish he would, if you are reading this honey, hint hint... ;) )
Anyway, she hands me the gifts and I read the card. "Good luck. You will be fine. We love you. Signed Your Duck family"
Awww, how sweet. They are from my co-workers. The duck thing is an inside joke. Long story, I may tell you later. Anyway, it was such a sweet gesture and I am touched.
Lashell, Megan and I order a big order of fried rice and eggrolls from a local Chinese restaurant (man, that was good), and soon after it is time to leave for the appointment. Lashell follows me home to drop off my car, and we go to the Doc.
After filling out all the friggin paper work, I am led into the exam room. Doc comes in and chats with me a bit, poking at my toes with a metal, pointy sharp weird.
"Does this hurt?"
"Uhhh, YEAH!"
"Is this tender?"
"Meh, not so much."
"I would stick this under your nail, but you probably wouldn't like me if I did."
My response: "Doc, I'm not sure I like you yet anyway."
The nurses roar with laughter. I was proud. Hehehe. The exam is complete. Not ingrown toenails after all, but some nasty syndrome called Subungual Exostosis. Apparently this happens to people in their 60s most commonly. Leave it to me to be before my time. I've always been a trend setter. *sigh*
Treatment? Yes, both toenails must be removed. I won't go into the procedure too much, as I kinda wanna puke when I think about it, but I will tell you that getting several shots of Lidocaine in your toes, is THE MOST PAINFUL THING I HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED!!
After the first shot, the nurses looked at my face and one of them asked. "Do you want your bear?" Choking back tears and in a feeble whiny voice I hear myself say "Yeah, I think I do." The nurse hands me the bear, and I proceed to choke the hell outta this poor little thing. Silly as it may seem, I was so glad to have that bear. I closed my eyes and squeezed my little buddy and tried not to start bawling like a baby.
OK, OK, OK. Breathe, breathe breathe. Shots are done. Right toe is not going as numb as I would like, so one more shot. It's ok though, because it's mostly numb already and I hardly feel the needle.
After the nails are removed, the doc makes a small incision at the tip of my toes, to get to the spur underneath. This is where I almost puked. No pain or anything, but the sound of him scraping at the bone to get it reduced in size was almost enough to send me over the top. Once again the purple bear gets what's coming to him. Anyway. I'm bandaged up and sent on my merry way.
After this extremely stressful past hour, I'm dying for a cigarette, so I called work to let them know I was done and Megan could come get me, then I slipped outside to light up a smoke. Nothing remarkable about that. I watch as Megan turns into the parking lot where I am waiting. As she sees me I see her head go back in a fit of laughter. I catch a glimpse of myself in the windows of the clinic. Long black velvet peasant skirt, bright red shirt, tan medical sox, blue surgical booties and holding a purple teddy bear. I busted up laughing too. I seriously looked like a retard. And then I start walking, well shuffling, towards the car. Megan busts up again. I must have been a site. It still makes me laugh.
Megan took me to the drug store to fill my scripts and then she took me home, settled me on the couch and left me to my TV and healing process.
So I am stuck at home today, too. Suckiest part, I can't even do housework or anything. Just stuck with the tube, the computer, and maybe read a good book. Not too bad really, but I am not a sedentary person. I like doing "stuff".
Anyway, that was my interesting day. I'm hobbling back to the couch now. Hendrix, the purple teddy sits beside me.
Sometime around 10:00 a.m. or so, a lady walks into my office with a vase of flowers and a purple teddy bear. In my head I'm thinking "Huh? It's not Valentines day, and besides, Beau wouldn't do something like that." (Although I wish he would, if you are reading this honey, hint hint... ;) )
Anyway, she hands me the gifts and I read the card. "Good luck. You will be fine. We love you. Signed Your Duck family"
Awww, how sweet. They are from my co-workers. The duck thing is an inside joke. Long story, I may tell you later. Anyway, it was such a sweet gesture and I am touched.
Lashell, Megan and I order a big order of fried rice and eggrolls from a local Chinese restaurant (man, that was good), and soon after it is time to leave for the appointment. Lashell follows me home to drop off my car, and we go to the Doc.
After filling out all the friggin paper work, I am led into the exam room. Doc comes in and chats with me a bit, poking at my toes with a metal, pointy sharp weird.
"Does this hurt?"
"Uhhh, YEAH!"
"Is this tender?"
"Meh, not so much."
"I would stick this under your nail, but you probably wouldn't like me if I did."
My response: "Doc, I'm not sure I like you yet anyway."
The nurses roar with laughter. I was proud. Hehehe. The exam is complete. Not ingrown toenails after all, but some nasty syndrome called Subungual Exostosis. Apparently this happens to people in their 60s most commonly. Leave it to me to be before my time. I've always been a trend setter. *sigh*
Treatment? Yes, both toenails must be removed. I won't go into the procedure too much, as I kinda wanna puke when I think about it, but I will tell you that getting several shots of Lidocaine in your toes, is THE MOST PAINFUL THING I HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED!!
After the first shot, the nurses looked at my face and one of them asked. "Do you want your bear?" Choking back tears and in a feeble whiny voice I hear myself say "Yeah, I think I do." The nurse hands me the bear, and I proceed to choke the hell outta this poor little thing. Silly as it may seem, I was so glad to have that bear. I closed my eyes and squeezed my little buddy and tried not to start bawling like a baby.
OK, OK, OK. Breathe, breathe breathe. Shots are done. Right toe is not going as numb as I would like, so one more shot. It's ok though, because it's mostly numb already and I hardly feel the needle.
After the nails are removed, the doc makes a small incision at the tip of my toes, to get to the spur underneath. This is where I almost puked. No pain or anything, but the sound of him scraping at the bone to get it reduced in size was almost enough to send me over the top. Once again the purple bear gets what's coming to him. Anyway. I'm bandaged up and sent on my merry way.
After this extremely stressful past hour, I'm dying for a cigarette, so I called work to let them know I was done and Megan could come get me, then I slipped outside to light up a smoke. Nothing remarkable about that. I watch as Megan turns into the parking lot where I am waiting. As she sees me I see her head go back in a fit of laughter. I catch a glimpse of myself in the windows of the clinic. Long black velvet peasant skirt, bright red shirt, tan medical sox, blue surgical booties and holding a purple teddy bear. I busted up laughing too. I seriously looked like a retard. And then I start walking, well shuffling, towards the car. Megan busts up again. I must have been a site. It still makes me laugh.
Megan took me to the drug store to fill my scripts and then she took me home, settled me on the couch and left me to my TV and healing process.
So I am stuck at home today, too. Suckiest part, I can't even do housework or anything. Just stuck with the tube, the computer, and maybe read a good book. Not too bad really, but I am not a sedentary person. I like doing "stuff".
Anyway, that was my interesting day. I'm hobbling back to the couch now. Hendrix, the purple teddy sits beside me.
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