26 January 2012
Today it was particularly tasty, and since we didn't find the right end table at the nearby stores in which we looked, that made the trip worthwhile.
Before we left, as I an wont to do because I am the Queen Of OMGIGottaPee, I decided to use the facilities before we left there, and as I opened the door I could already hear the sounds of frustrated motherhood coming from one of the stalls.
No, no, no, I said no!
She said no; I said "heh," albeit under my breath.
No, no...I mean it. No!
I made some noise, lest she think she was alone in there with her kid, because she really did sound stressed and part of me thought she might haul off and whack him one, and I'm just not down with people whacking the snot out of little kids.
No...No...No...
Heh.
No, that's not clean--don't--no, no no DON'T LICK THE WALL!!!
I had to flush to cover my own laughing.
Oh God, don't sit, that floor isn't clean...STOP LICKING THE WALL!!!
Ya know, I don't think I ever had a problem with the Boy licking bathroom walls. he like to touch stuff even when told not to, but to his credit, not once did he lick anything in a public bathroom.
Well, not when I was with him. I have no idea what he's done as an adult.
And drunk.
But I'm betting he hasn't...
23 January 2012
Odds & Endz #864729, because it's 3:30 in the freaking morning and I can't sleep.
Still...going off of it means added body fat, less lean muscle mass, and an unhappy me when I get on the scale. The 50 pounds I lost? Half of it is back. It was expected, but that doesn't make me feel any better about it. But the real drawback is that your body uses growth hormone to repair muscle, and without it, all those little nicks and tears you get just by existing take longer to heal.
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Because I do not engage in much forethought, I decided that the front room--where the spiffy gym equipment has lived, mostly unmolested--really needed to be painted. It was two shades of beige, one medium, one dark, and since the house doesn't get a lot of natural light, it felt like a cave. So I decided it needed to be the nice, soft yellow that the kitchen and the family room is. Yesterday I put up a coat of primer, and a coat of yellow; it needs one more coat but I ran out of light, and I need about a half gallon more paint.
Today...today I got up and I don't think there's but 2 square inches on me that isn't sore. And I think those 2 inches might just be numb.
When we moved in here three years ago, I painted. I turned the library red, two of the bedrooms blue, and I was able to paint several days running. Today I did not go buy more paint, nor did I even contemplate getting a couple of walls finished. Nope, I sat in my chair and watched TV and played online, and said multiple bad words every time I had to get up to pee.
On a scale of 1 to 10, the ouchiness is about a 7.3... If I was still taking HGH, it'd probably be a 3, and I'd have finished the room.
Meh...not really worth whining about since I know I'll feel fine in a couple of days. It's just the idea of it all. I start out most days achy, I don't want to pile more on.
Plus, I'm really sleepy but the freaking wind and rain is keeping me awake, so I whine.
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Part of my online play today was looking at other peoples' tattoo pictures; I've been doing this a lot, mostly for the hell of it. But I came to the conclusion that if I got every tattoo that makes me go ooooh neato the only area not inked would be that 2 square inches that isn't achy right now.
I like tattoos, but I don't think I want to go that far...
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I miss having Borders to go to for people watching and writing. The closest reasonable substitution I've found is Panera, but if I think I weight too much now? Sheesh, in the time it takes to wrote a book, I would easily add a hundred pounds to that.
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The extent of my social awkwardness? I still haven't talked to Siri on my iPhone.
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There's chocolate in the kitchen, and I can hear it calling my name. I'm trying to ignore it, but it keeps whispering that middle-of-the-night chocolate is calorie free. I think the chocolate is lying to me.
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At 3:42 a.m., that sounds really funny. I'm pretty sure that at noon I'll look at this and think, "WTF is wrong with you?"
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And finally, something spiffy...
A sea cave in Florida.
Ok, almost 4 a.m., time to try to sleep again...
14 January 2012
New Writer Person had a lot of faith in her writing, deservedly so, and took her NaNo story, chipped away at it, polished it, chipped some more, all the while showering agents and publishers with query letters and book proposals. And it paid off. She landed an agent who sold the book and got her a small advance that she should easily be able to out-earn.
The book is slated for a third quarter release this year; she posted the news and I posted back a genuine I-am-happy-for-you congratulations and promised to buy a copy on the day the book drops...to which she responded, "Thanks! If you ever get published I'll buy yours too!"
11 January 2012
I've had an itch lately to ride it, so yesterday the Spouse Thingy took it to the local bike shop to get it tuned up, brakes adjusted, chain greased, everything checked out. And today he picked it up, and rode it home.
The front fork is bent.
Not just a little out of line; that sucked is bent. He says it's rideable if I push hard on the bars to keep it from swaying to one side, but I want to ride, not push. If I want to push, I'll get on the Trikke or Strider.
It's not fixable, most likely.
I can use it inside on the bike rack thingy, the one I have the Strider on now for indoor use, but that's not riding. That's watching TV while pretending to exert myself.
I'm not sure I want to buy a new bike just yet, so it'll have to do.
Still....bummed, I am...
6 January 2012
4 January 2012
Found this posted on reddit... It's California Street in San Francisco...
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Now I think I need some retroactive Ibuprofen. Or vodka.
Damn, I wish I had some vodka...
31 December 2011
Last year I also had issues with my shoulder and having torn the bejeezuz out of it, though. It's 99% better...I just hope this round with my back isn't an omen as to how I'm going to spend the last week of every year from here on out.
This was a pretty good year, all in all. I had fun training for the SGK 3 Day Walks, even if I did grumble about it; I turned 50, even if I did grumble about it; stepped way outside of my comfort zone and went to Atlanta to walk with friends and had a blast, even if I did grumble about it...
Yep, I grumbled a lot. I felt like crap a lot, fought pain a lot, let a few people irritate the crap out of me, but overall it was an awesome year. We spent a lot of time walking around San Francisco, which is probably my favorite place to wander, we walked around Six Flags a lot, I went pink in a major way, and we capped it off with a trip to Disneyland. We had a lot of fun, and had it together.
The Spouse Thingy and I have been together more than 30 years (counting dating) and there's still no one else I'd rather kick back and have fun with.
Here's to hoping next year is just as good.
But, you know, without the back pain and stuff...
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