Sunday, June 14, 2009

The Uptake On The Update


Ahhhhh lets see...
I love and am taming my new car
My personal best running time is excellent
My cravings are through the roof
Financial Stability is in question
Apparel choices are getting sexier
In lieu of the previous post...
I'm back in the ring - not scared of-em
Added and subtracted lines of entertainment
Finger is almost 100% pain free
In pool for the first time in over 30 years
Wasn't completely ready for the DTV switch
Conservation(s) are paying off
Learning more each day
Tossing more each day
Doing Things My Way

Friday, June 5, 2009

The Other Shoe - For Foots Sake


Well it's about time
I've finally met my match and don't know how to check mate it.
See, what - is - was - had - happened - is - was(giggle)... for about 10 months I'd been typin, textin, snail mail'n, planning with and talking to this guy right?; Well we have everything in common except for gender and size, the rest is highly reflective of one another. So.... he was having a bad week, I was having my usual, which is usually provoked and can go either up down in out or off the charts, given the mood. I can usually vent my series of shit and get away with it but not with this cat. He called me on my crap and tossed it right back at me. Now - I was gonna say the exact same thing offensively as he said to me, but since he said it first, I let him be the bad guy and called the whole thing off. I miss him but I'm actually scared now that there is a male version of me out here and he's bigger than me. I said some pretty harsh stuff of course, before hanging up the phone, but girls do that. Guys are supposed to listen and make it all better. Or are they? I don't wanna make up first but I kinda sorta don't think it was big enough to dismiss entirely. BUT if he's just like me, I better let it go because I am a loaded gun and a "two gun" household can only get filthy if they both are cocked at the same time! Yea... I better go over there and fill my corner. I'm not coming out while he's still standing. I won't win...
Unlace me!!

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

The Color Of Ouch


Whew, what a yesterday and a day before. The ouch on the day before was internal but due; the ouch yesterday was physically - literally pain provoking. I was rushing to plate my new vehicle because I so dislike having a temporary paper plate displayed. I unbeknownst to me was breaking the law in previous years from immediately applying my prior vehicle plate and riding on until the expiration date. So yea-no, if stopped for anything, the plate would never have matched the vehicle. Whoops... I'm so glad I know better now.

Oh yea back to the ouch. I'm removing my legal paper plate; one side off, moving to the other side, securing bracket firmly when the screw driver slips and punctures my pointer finger about a 1/4 of an inch in. YOW... it didn't hurt at first, but seeing the indentation and the dark red bubble building was enough to bring down the series of uh ohs. I thought about the MRSA virus, the tetanus shot I've neglected to boost on for greater than 25 years, the dust and metal fragments... OH ok you follow me.

Once I secured the "legal" metal plate, I searched for something to wrap in until I made it home, yea all of the above took place in the BMV parking lot. The only thing I could find was a Sight Savers alcohol wipe for cleaning my glasses, but it was sanitary and a good choice. I had one more stop which was on the way and I made it home within 15 - 20 minutes of the bleed. Rinsed, applied hydro cortisone and a pretty lil orange band aid. I have all of these scary after thoughts so I preceded to take my temp and blood pressure every 3 minutes until I got a perfect reading on the pressure and called the hosp. They concurred that I'd done everything correctly but upon asking, they heard of my tingly feeling and prompted me into the ER.

About 2 1/2 hours in, I'm sitting between very loud unruly children, dodging eye contact with strangers and being seemingly disregarded as so much as being there; so I jumped up, shouted some profanities, told them to keep the effin arm to diagnose it's injured finger tip and just let me leave. I completed this circle of BS back to my seat where I was called about 5 minutes later. X rayed and out the door 20 minutes later, home right before one of the worst storms this season.

Smiling and now wearing a pretty bright blue band aid and feeling fine. Can I have a sucker or something please?! A nice red one will suffice :smirk:

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