Tag, I'm It

OK, I have been tagged by The Incurable Insomniac. I will tag at the end of the meme.

1. 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.
   
   
2. What is the one single subject that bores you to near-death?
   SPORTS!!! It's a game. Get over it. 'Nuff said.
   
   
3. 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!
   
   
4. 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.
   
   
5. Seriously, what do you consider the world's most pressing issue now?
   Education. I agree with Lynn and Steph.
   
   
6. How would you rectify the world's most pressing issue?
   I'm not sure. Better pay for teachers would be a good start though.
   
   
7. 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.
   
   
8. You are given the chance to go back and change one event in world history, what would that be?
   Lennon would have ducked.
   
   
9. A night at the opera, or a night at the Grand Ole' Opry—Which do you choose?
   Easy. Opera.
   
   
10. What is the one great unsolved crime of all time you'd like to solve?
    Who took my good scissors??
    
    
11. 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.
    
    
12. 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

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.

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.

Is it just me??

Is anyone else getting sick of the "cute kid" syndrome in television commercials lately?? Take for instance "Bob" the Quiznos baby. WTF?? He's creepy as hell, more annoying than Morton Downy on crack, and about as appealing as Spam on a saltine. Seriously, I would rather have the weird-ass singing hamsters back. "They got a pepper bar"

The other one that has been pissing me off lately, is one of the MANY sickeningly sweet cutesie kids from the Welches grape juice commercials.

Little pigtailed brunette girl: "Mom says she loves sharing her Welches white grape juice with the whole family, but I think she gets it just for herself"

OK... so you think she gets it just for herself, yet your snot-nosed, selfish and inconsiderate little cakehole is still guzzling down the juice. Probably the ONE thing that mom indulges on for herself.

I know it's not something I should get all riled up about. And to be fair I'm not REALLY. But damn. I don't need a bunch of ankle biting kids to tell me what I should and should not consume. Especially when they aren't even old enough to know the value of a dollar. (Especially MY dollar.)

Fit for the future

I have always been the kind of person that goes up and down in weight. I am in one of my moods again, where I am tired of looking and feeling like a couch potato. I would like to re-join Curves For Women. I was a member some years back and I really enjoyed it. Unfortunately at the time I couldn't afford the monthly fee. Hoping I will be able to squeeze it into my budget. I am trying to push the plate away before the plate is empty. I always drink lots of water, but maybe I should drink nothing but for the most part. I HAVE to have my coffee in the morning, and I am fond of the Rummacoka. I know, I know. Alcohol is nothing but empty calories. But I can't deprive myself of every enjoyment! My biggest downfall is sugar. I love the donuts, and chocolate, and cake and PIE! Oh how I love pie.

Now that the holidays are behind us for another 11 months, I don't have temptation staring me in the face everyday. I have been planning on bringing my Thighmaster to work for some time now, and this morning I finally remembered. (Yes I still have a Thighmaster, thank you Susan Somers LOL.) I have found in the past that it really works. I sit at a desk much of the day, so I figure no one will be able to see what i am doing under there. LOL. Anyway, wish me luck.

Mozartballs

Friday night is the private screening party for the film documentary "Mozartballs". I am so excited. Not JUST because my dearest friend, Steph and his wife, Lynette are the featured cast, but also because they really do throw the best parties. He posted his gastronimic itinerary on his blog this morning and it looks like quite the feast! Also, since moving to Stillwater, I have made so many new friends. Dr. Scott will be there. He is a professor of music history at OSU. Also, another friend I met only recently. His name is Jaeson and he is an old friend of Lynette's from high school. Of course Beau will be with me and another new edition to my friendship repertoire, Lashell. I met Lashell last July when I started my job at Express Personnel. We became fast friends and I think we will be for our lifetimes. Yeah, she's a keeper.

Anyway, after living virtually alone for 6 months last Fall/Winter, it's so nice to be able to make plans!!! Yay! It's a party.

Imagine

It is hard to believe it has been 25 years today that John Lennon was assassinated. I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when the tragic news hit the airwaves. I was watching "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir" with my mother. The local news broke in with one of those "Special Bulletins" and I remember turning to my mom and saying "Someone just killed John Lennon." She looked at me funny and seconds later the anchor man announced that John Lennon had just been shot outside the Dakota. My mother and I have always had a bit of 'The Shining' as it were, so it wasn't a BIG shock to my mother that my vision was accurate. I was so devastated that my mother allowed me to stay home from school the next day. I still cry every time I hear "Imagine". Imagine indeed. Imagine how different the world would have been for the last 25 years if we hadn't lost such a loving soul so suddenly and violently.