What do you make of this?
Well, I can make a hat, or I can make a broach, or I can make a pterodactyl...
And yet another movie surfaces that should be on the must-see list. But I digress...
I seriously thought something baaaaaad was happening at 3:30 this morning. There I am, minding my own business, but doing something I shouldn't be doing. Sleeping in my contacts. (What were you thinking?) I was tired...it happens...father forgive me! But no! I was also sleeping on the wrong side of the bed. The Kev-head and I do this occasionally...change things up...we're craaaaazy! So anyway, at 3:30...BOOM! CRASH! BOOM! Breaking glass! Me screaming! And jumping on Kevin! And not in that good way he might actually like at 3:30 am. In a bad way that says "I'm about to piss myself!" And he's screaming what? WHAT? And I scream "You didn't hear that?! There's breaking glass over there! Did the window just shatter?!" And he says "I have earplugs in" And the wind is howling and the lightning is crashing, and the power is out - BRILLIANT - so we're racing around trying to figure out what glass is breaking and I'm wondering if a damn tornado is coming and we can't find any god &*#! freaking matches to light the candles!
Alas, the boom-crash knocked a picture of my boys off a shelf which came crashing down on the bedside table, shattering the glass. The windows are fine. We still didn't have power until almost 7am - yes, I look AWESOME today, thanks - but all is well. Except for that picture frame. Which is, of course, broken.
Julie got drenched on her way to work and is pissing and moaning about how long it takes denim to dry. Ummmmm, yeah, the chaffing is wonderful! Poor Julie! She was thinking about going to Fields and picking up some new pants...I fully support this. Tina! Get some new pants!
Doctor update...
"You're not dying, you just can't think of anything good to do"
The short story is that he told me I have inflammation. Seriously? Really doc? Inflammation. NO SHIT? So it's back to the sado-masochistic torture lair, oka, physical therapy...this time with traction. I have no idea what this means, but it can't be good. So you all should be THRILLED because this means many more moments of pain and hilarity for the blog...because it really is all.about.YOU. And another MRI - because really...can you have too much magnetic imaging? The more time I get to spend in those crisp hospital gowns the better, folks! And last but not least, a new anti-inflammatory...because I'm inflamed, people! What's even BETTER is the actual diagnosis on these orders...because you can't order shit without a diagnosis, right?
I have...wait for it...RADICULITIS. Yes, that's right...basically my doctor is now telling me I'm ridiculous, which again...already knew. FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC.
What it actually means is: Inflammation of the intradural portion of a spinal nerve root prior to its entrance into the intervertebral foramen.
I hope that's clear for everyone. uhhhhhhhh.....yeah.
Gel's pizza was rockin' good and the Janet also picked up some garlic knotz from the Greek's which is just heaven in bread form with garlic butter. mmmmmmm, garlic butter.
More later, loveys...
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I love the Airplane and Ferris Bueller's Day Off referances. However, I think the Ferris quote is incorrect. It should be "You're not dying, you just can't think of anything better to do." (hopefully that worked) Well, I hope your shoulder gets better. It looks like you picked the wrong day to stop sniffing glue!
Back to movies. I went and saw "Lady From the Water" last night and I highly recommend it to everyone. The story is great. We went and saw it in Portage and the power went out twice. The first time the LARGE man behind us said, "I'm making a food run, do you guys want anything?" To which I replied, "You buying?" He didn't answer but when he got back he said, "That was the best time to get food, they can't charge for it with out the computers. They gave it to me for free!" He was so excited that he made me listen to him eat it the rest of the movie. It was still a good movie.
Have a good morning everyone!
Great. If it's not an '80s movie that's in my mind, it's an '80s song. Since I ready this post I keep singing "Doctor, Doctor! Can't you see I'm burning, burning?" Good old Thompson Twins.
You aren't going back to the SAME physician therapists are you? I've been to one bad PT for my back and one great PT for the same problem. The difference was incredible. Can you try a different place?
These comments go to Jimmer-
TOO funny, the story of the cheap fat bastard. Love it. I love how you casually got to enjoy in his love of popcorn.
Chris can't handle this at the movies. Other peoples crunches, crinkles, and slurps. Which makes me not be able to handle Chris. Therefore, we don't MOVIE often. My new movie partner was born three years ago. It's true. Hayden and I have already been to more movies in less then three years than I think I've been with Chris in 20 years. Sure I have to give a little and only see G and PG movies. But it's bonding time and these cartoons are really great. I laugh my ass off during most. Hayden usually refuses to share his popcorn with me and claims it's HIS pop. (Actually, he can have that pop-wanta-be Sprite or Sierra Mist crap. POP is Diet COKE! And they don't serve it at the movies in Michigan City-- behind Meijer-- the BEST MOVIE THEATER EVER. EVER. I guess it could be better if they served diet coke. Alas, I digress.) Anyways, Hayden and I love to take a movie in and he's growing up with it as one of our things. It's what we do. So I'll have years of PG, PG-13 and eventually R rated movies. But at least I have someone to go with. Oh yeah, the other cool thing about Hayden being my movie partner is that he is FREE. That’s right baby, 3 and under are FREE. Gotta love age related discounts. It almost excites me for the senior citizen discount.
These remarks are in response to Rebecca--
You'll never believe how much our lives parallel... Chris and I slept on opposite sides of the bed last night too. I wouldn't have noticed, but at the last second (in between lighting flashes) Chris says, and Julie took my side of the bed. I'm like, WHAT? See, we were at my Dad's house because our air conditioner broke on Tuesday night and the guy came yesterday but it needs a new motor that he didn't have in his truck. So he's coming back tonight to fix it (RAIN, please subside so Mr. Air conditioner-fixer (Phil for short) to repair our air conditioner tonight. Please. PLEASE?!). My main floor was at least ninety degrees last night at 8pm.... at least the temp gauge pegged out at 90... so we figured upstairs must be 110 deadly degrees.
I'm not one to live by what the newspaper headlines would be like Rebecca. But in this scenario it's not hard to imagine what the Chesterton Tribe would put on the front page upper fold....
TRAGIC TODDLER DEATH-
STUPID MOM HAD SLEEPING BOY IN 110 DEGREES!
As for me, today, I'm drying out. I was one unhappy camper earlier. I went to fields to buy pants, shoes, and socks. Fields was closed... they don't open until 10am. (Oh really, because on your website in between all of the celebration about joining Marcy’s it said you open at 9am Fuckstick.)
So I went to Feline’s Basement and looked at shoes and finally settled for a three pack of socks for $3.25. I currently have my wet socks and shoes in front of a fan and my new dry socks on my feet with my wet (drying) pants pulled over the dry socks. (Can you visualize that... cus I can repeat it again if you want me to). So, I'm doing better.
Forgot to mention.... I'm drinking a diet coke. Mother's little helper. If Mother Nature could drink diet coke I bet it would be sunny out.
Jimmer - well you had me concerned...because I've been quoting this line from this movie for almost 20 years...and the thought of quoting it wrong for 20 years would be TERRIBLE. But alas...from my ultimate movie quote source, imdb...
Cameron: [Whispering to himself after hanging up from a phone call with Ferris] I'm dying.
[Phone rings, and Cameron answers]
Ferris: (over the phone) You're not dying, you just can't think of anything good to do.
Phew! Potential devastation diverted!
Julie - this long rambling blog response is the reason I love you. You complete me.
Eileen - Oh dear lord...the Thompson Twins...Hold Me Now...that was them right? I'm actually going to the same peeps. Why? Because I need more to blog about.
No, that's not really it. The first time they had no diagnosis and no direction, they were basically winging it. Now, hopefully with traction and ultrasound and massage (oh my!) they have a path down which to travel. I'll give them a couple of weeks...but if they come anywhere near me with tape, I'm outta there.
Jimmer - Oh and thanks for the heads up on that movie...People magazine trashed it.
Yes, "Hold Me Now" is also T.T. I'm a '80s music geek. My husband and I already bought tickets to see Kenny Loggins at the fair and I'm going to blog about it for our local newspaper's blog. If you're planning on attending the Douglas County Fair in SW Oregon (as I'm sure many of the readers to this blog are) I'll be the one-woman dancefest during "Danger Zone."
Eileen - you MUST link us to this blog when you write it!!!
Since it is a rainy day, and since I am home, I decided to check the Ferris reference, and YES, Rebecca you are correct "you just can't think of anything good to do", now I think I will crack open a Corona and watch the rest.
Pea, you know I love you...but I hate you just a little bit right now...
Wish I were there, drinking Corona and watching Ferris with you.
QUESTION-
does anyone know the fire truck number that Baldwin has sex with his girlfriend on in BACKDRAFT?
I bet my boss it was NOT truck 13.
I bet him $5.
Me too!!!!!!!!!!
I'm alone :(
Jbrave, let me check that reference for you, just a moment
The nasty was being done on 51, you win
Seriously...pea...do you have this movie at home and you just fastforwarded to find out the truck number. I can so see you doing this. Good stuff.
You're killing me.
Yes, so????
You know I like to be helpful
ok seriously, when i checked this blog like an hour and a half ago there were like 7 posts, now i get on and there's 16! what the...? pea, you're hilarious! and Julie, where in the hell did you come up w/ that kind of a bet? you should have bet him who can drink more wine in an hour and who ever wins drinks for free!
Hi Tigger, you need anything checked for a bet???
I'm disappointed. I thought I might get a little props for the code tags. I guess not.
You probably didn't notice this one either.
I'm not sure what that one is going to do.
Check This Out
BOO WHY DIDN'T THAT WORK
I'm done. Bye.
Jim, you're killing me...
Props to the Jimmer for his bold tags in the very first response...
Let's see if I can make this work...
What Jimmer was trying to do
Worked for me, Jimmer...
Thanks Sug. You're so sweet!
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