Yes, yes…

I know it’s been a while. But I’ve been busy. You know doing things! Lots of things. None of which I’m ready to share with folks right now. But there have been ups and downs to these things and well, you will just have to keep your pants on and wait!

In the mean time I dug out my DSLR and took a photo or two. Here’s one of them…

One of the roses from the hubbins for V-day.

One of the roses from the hubbins for V-day.

Yet another virus?

Either I ate something bad or I caught a bug from someone AGAIN! This is seriously getting old. I really feel like if someone even mentions they know someone who has something that I might as well take to my bed there and then because I will somehow get it…

I’m not kidding either. It sucks, so I’m really hoping it is something I ate and this will pass. But something tells me it might just be a virus AND won’t be passing me by anytime soon. So I’ll just make myself comfy on this here couch.

Halp I'm trapped! But he is warm and is cheering me up.

Halp I’m trapped! But he is warm and is cheering me up.


Well, that appointment for me turned out to be a BUST for now. Sigh…just do what I want you to do you know like diagnos me or whatever it is you doctors do. Is that so hard a thing to ask for? Apparently so. I ended up with a wait and see from the Rheumatologist. Yeah that’s what I wanted to hear on a day when I can hardly bend my fingers and had to wear slip on shoes because I could handle tying my own shoes.

/end rant

Much Needed Time Off

Well, today’s day off won’t really allow me much relaxing or much fun to tell the truth. But it is needed. There are some errands to run with the hubbins that can’t be done on the weekend as well as a long (unknown to me) overdue visit to a Rheumatologist. Now I’m 34 (there I said it) should I really need to see one of these guys?

Apparently so seeing as some blood work I had done (a while ago and story for another time) came back a little off. So away I go with my very long and detailed two page form for the Rheumatologist. I’m hoping to get some answers to a fair number of questions not limited to joint pain, heat sensitivity, extreme fatigue and more. While I’m sure not all the answers will come today I am sure I will be giving up a lot of blood to the cause. NOT my most favorite thing. But I don’t have much of a choice either.

Then it is home to nap. I’m sure I’ll needed it. Followed by making a yummy dinner of Lasagna soup and some D and D (nerd alert) with friends.


But wouldn’t it be a pisser if it was? Ok that was a little humor for you. Laugh dammit!

So I’ve Been Meaning to Write…

….really I have! But then I discovered a few things like The West Wing on Netflix streaming! Why or why did I not watch this show when it was on?? No instead I bitched when it won ALL THE AWARDS. Which I now see after only season one they totally deserved!


So last night I was watching the episode “The Midterms” and it was starting off really slow. So slow in fact that I actually considered turning it off. But then something amazing happened:

President Bartlet (to some TV host): Good. I like your show. I like how you call homosexuality an abomination.

Dr. Jenna Jacobs: I don’t say homosexuality is an abomination, Mr. President. The Bible does.

President Bartlet: Yes, it does. Leviticus.

Dr. Jenna Jacobs: 18:22.

President Bartlet: Chapter and verse. I wanted to ask you a couple of questions while I had you here. I’m interested in selling my youngest daughter into slavery as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. She’s a Georgetown sophomore, speaks fluent Italian, always cleared the table when it was her turn. What would a good price for her be? While thinking about that, can I ask another? My Chief of Staff Leo McGarry insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly says he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself, or is it okay to call the police? Here’s one that’s really important ’cause we’ve got a lot of sports fans in this town: Touching the skin of a dead pig makes one unclean. Leviticus 11:7. If they promise to wear gloves, can the Washington Redskins still play football? Can Notre Dame? Can West Point? Does the whole town really have to be together to stone my brother John for planting different crops side by side? Can I burn my mother in a small family gathering for wearing garments made from two different threads? Think about those questions, would you? One last thing: While you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tight-Ass Club, in this building, when the President stands, nobody sits.

BOOM! That was the biggest F-U I have ever seen on television. Suddenly my interest was renewed and yes maybe I watched that scene over a few time. Man many thanks to Aaron Sorkin for creating this show. Seriously I am hooked! Also I would vote for President Bartlet no question. 

As for the other stuff that’s been keeping me busy? Well, there’s a game night that’s starting up with some of my friends. No not like board games, like D and D games! I’ll wait while some of you look that up. But it’s fun or I hope it will be. So we’ve been doing that.

I’ve been hitting up the gym again. But mostly West Wing is taking over my life and I’m kind of ok with that. As it is giving me awesome ideas for some book ideas! Bonus.

I actually go to the gym to get in a workout…

…ok and to people watch. Next to the mall it happens to be a really great place to take part in my favorite past time.

Double bonus? The treadmill and stationary bikes are right near the free weight area. So I get to see the d-bag parade for at least 30 minutes of my hour at the gym. You know the guys. One minute they walk past looking fairly normal. Five minutes later they’ve got their t-shirt sleeve rolled up over their shoulders to show you just how ripped they are. This is followed by using four weight machines in under five minutes. It screams “LOOK AT ME!” I just shake my head and don’t really care if they notice.

I also tend to make up what their conversations would sound like.

I am so ripped. That’s right ladies look all you want. Yeah, I work out.

This would then be followed by either grunting like Time the Tool Man Taylor or kissing their muscles. Now, none of this actually happens, but it entertains me while I’m busting my ass on the bike. I was trying to think of what these guys reminded me of last night, then it hit me…

Ah Family Guy thank you! (and thank you internet for providing the pic.)

Ah Family Guy thank you! (and thank you internet for providing the pic.)

Yes, how rude of me. But you know it that I only speak the truth. But thankfully there are normal looking guys there who are only there to work out, not try and pick up a gal for a one night stand. Seriously if I were still single and looking I think the gym would be the last place I looked for a date/man of my dreams. Most of them are something out of my worst nightmares.

Anyway that was last night. This morning I can hardly move. Which is to be expected after pushing my legs past their limit last night. But by tomorrow that  pain will be replaced with a feeling of awesome! So really no pain, no gain isn’t BS after all.

Todays plans include catching up on all that pesky housework I’ve been neglecting. Like laundry, because with the weather/temperature being what it is…no one is going anywhere naked anytime soon! I’m also going to move my new novel notes from scribbles to something I can actually read in Scrivener. Basically I plan to be more productive than I was yesterday. We’ll see how that goes.

If only this here Sonic Screwdriver were much could be done!

If only this here Sonic Screwdriver were real…so much could be done!