Whatever I think

Actually, there are no “Updates” now that I think of it. I have done nothing in the past day and a half but blog, read and cook.

THIS IS SUPPER COOKING IN THE CROCKPOT. I HELD OFF ON ADDING CICADAS. I HAVE ENOUGH PROTEIN WITH THE BEEF.

THE BLING SARAH GAVE ME ON MONDAY. STILL CAN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO OPEN THE BRACELET.

I GOT MY FANCY NEW PROGRESSIVE GLASSES THAT THEY GAVE ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY. I CAN SEE EVERYTHING NOW.

SARAH IN HER NEW DRESS AT THE BEST OF THE VINEYARD AWARDS CEREMONY LAST NIGHT. HER STORE WON “BEST JEWELRY STORE” AND SHE HAD TO ACCEPT THE AWARD. I THINK THE DRESS LOOKS BETTER ON SARAH. BUT, OF COURSE, I’M PREJUDICE.

SARAH’S APARTMENT ON THE ISLAND. SHE STAYS THERE THREE NIGHTS A WEEK DURING THE SUMMER RUSH.

VIEW FROM SARAH’S PORCH. I WILL BE STAYING THERE WITH HER A FEW TIMES THIS SUMMER.

I guess there’s not even any “Whatever” today. It’s cloudy and sort of a blah day. I have a few errands to do and then I am going to read the day away.

Oh, there is one update. I hope you noticed I changed my avatar. It’s the photo of me either falling on my ass or eating in the dark. I can’t remember which one I put up.

I’m not sure what you’re going to do with this info but I just thought I’d let you know. By 7:59 tonight I will have forgotten all about it because “Ghost Whisperer” will be on in one minute.

I’m sure there are big goings on at Stonehenge. But I can’t make it to the party there.

“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, WOW, what a ride!”

- Anonymous

Time is going by way to fast, but I’m ready for the rest of the ride.

The longest day of the year is today. Tomorrow the day’s will start getting shorter.

This is the first time since 1896 - 112 years - that the summer solstice in the Northern Hemisphere has occurred before June 21, according to the William M. Staerkel Planetarium at Parkland College in Champaign, Ill.

I think I’m supposed to go out in the back yard and dance naked and howl to the moon but I doubt that will happen unless I go buy alcohol which I won’t because tomorrow is weight watcher Saturday. Plus I’d be out there all by myself and I’m sure the neighbors would call the police. Who wants to spend their Summer Solstice in jail?

So at 7:59 PM EDT think of me. I probably won’t be thinking of you because I will be watching “Ghost Whisperer”.

I had a doctor appointment with my regular doctor yesterday. She’s wonderful and has been both my doctor and my daughter’s for about 17 years. I’m trying to hold off on replacing my two pointless knees until I lose more weight. My right knee hurts 24/7 because of a big bone spur. I also found out there was something “floating” around in it that no one had mentioned to me when I finally got around to seeing an orthopedist. I won’t take pain killers and I have weaned myself off prednisone because I don’t like taking that either. It does a number on your immune system besides having many other side affects. Plus my right knee still hurt when taking it so what’s the point.

I just want to know what’s floating about my knee and can they take it out and maybe that’s what’s causing the pain so now I have to go back to the orthopedist. I just hope it’s not an alien of some sort taking residence in my knee. One day I’ll look down and see it trying to pop out all on it’s own. Well at least that would eliminate surgery.

FREE, FREE AT LAST!!!

We also talked about my back and I am going to go to a pain management clinic. They will offer me pain meds which I will refuse so I hope they have something else up their sleeve. My doctor mentioned they can shoot steroids directly into my back. I just want to be sure they stay in my back and don’t spread everywhere else.

She was very happy with my weight loss though.

THAT’S ME–JUST MELTING AWAY__TOO BAD I HAD TO TURN GREEN TO DO IT AND WEAR THAT UGLY BLACK HAT.

We talked about why my ass still hurts when I sit back on it for my than a half hour. Jeesh, it’s been 4 1/2 months since I broke it but she said it could take a couple of more months before it’s completely healed. I won’t bother you with photos of broken asses. That would be too crass even for me. I promise, no crass ass around here.

I’m keeping it short today. I have to go make a crock pot dinner–spicy Chinese chicken thighs (boneless and skinless). I have to go to the chiropractor. My daughter wants me to go to the SUPER FREAKIN’ WALMART while I am there. We need more weight Watcher’s cheese. So off I go.

My daughter called me this afternoon because she was coming home on an early boat. Her store had lost electricity. She told me she was going to the Mall and asked if I wanted to go with her. Of course I jumped at the chance to get out of the house.

She came home and picked me up and off we went to the Mall, about a 1/2 hour drive. We got there around 7:00PM. What we had both forgotten because neither one of us had been to a Mall on a Friday night in a while was that it was filled with Mallrats. You know who they are. You might even have a couple at home.

Mallrats are those kids between the ages of 13-17 who inhabit Malls all over America on Friday nights. They don’t shop, because they have no money. They just take up space and make a lot of noise. The girls giggle and the boys try to look cool and they all just run back and forth. I kept thinking of them as Mall Zombies.  I noticed that all the girl rats and all the boy rats looked the same. If you lined them all up I bet their parents wouldn’t be able to find their own kids. The Mall was also filled with security people. They must have extra ones on duty on Friday nights because they don’t even have that many at Christmas. I think if you took all the rats out, there wouldn’t have been many people there. Adults probably know better than to go to the Mall on a Friday night.

Poor Sarah was trying to push me in the wheel chair through these crowds of Mallrats. It’s hard enough for her to push me in the first place and the rats didn’t make it any easier. I had my CANE with me. Big mistake. We were trying to get through a jam of people and a person had his back to us and wouldn’t move. I instantly had my cane up and was going for his legs but thank goodness Sarah stopped the wheel chair before I could reach him. I was actually going to cane him without even realizing what I was doing. It wasn’t even a rat. It was just some older man who didn’t realize we were behind him trying to get through. Sarah, nicely, said excuse me and of course he kindly moved and let us through. I was horrified that I was actually going to whack him without even thinking.

Sarah bought some clothes and by 9:00PM we were starving. Eating out on a Friday night, the day before Saturday weight watchers was scary for me but I thought I could handle it. While I had waited for her in a couple of stores I got bored and started talking to sales ladies about weight watchers. I was even giving out recipes. A customer came up to me in one of the stores to tell me how much she enjoyed listening in on our conversation. I was stoked. I knew I could handle the restaurant. I also think two of the ladies I talked to were going to join weight watchers.

WE went to the restaurant called “Not Your Average Joe’s”.

We got a table and right away I had to go to the ladies room. There was one woman in there. I heard her turn on the water and I heard her get a paper towel from the towel machine and leave. I went to wash my hands and realized there was a faucet and no knobs to turn on the water and thank goodness I also remembered they had sensors now and all I had to do was put my hands under the faucet and you get water. I don’t go out much as you can tell. Then I went to the paper towel dispenser and it said it had a sensor too with a picture on it of a hand waving in front of it.

THIS IS THE EXACT ONE! IT RUNS ON 4 D BATTERIES. FREAKIN’ NUISANCE.

Well, I started waving my hands. Now I knew it worked because I heard the last lady use it but it wasn’t working for me. I waved my hands every which way and was very thankful I was alone in there. My hands were waving everywhere. I was mouthing off at the thing. I couldn’t get that freakin’ thing to work no matter how much waving I did. By the time I gave up my hands were dry from waving them around.

I went back to the table and I’m laughing at myself and trying to tell Sarah what happened in the bathroom. I don’t have my glasses on and there is a diet soda just waiting for me so I put the straw to my mouth only I suck half the paper the straw was in almost down my throat. Then I make the mistake and say “Fuck” a little too loudly. Now the two of us are laughing way too loudly. The waitress comes over so we can place our order and of course I have to tell her I’m on weight watcher’s so here I go again. She gets really interested when Sarah tells her she went from a size 10 to a size 2 in four months.

Finally after a lengthy discussion about which dinner would have less fat I decide on a Salmon dinner:

“• balsamic glazed salmon a not your average joe’s favorite…grilled and brushed with our balsamic glaze, served with pineapple salsa, jasmine rice pilaf and grilled asparagus.”

I cut and pasted the above from their website. Do you notice the mistake in punctuation. Well, maybe they can’t punctuate properly but the dinner was good.

After all is said and done, we had a good time. Sarah bought three pairs of pants and two tops for work and I got to use a public bathroom and NOT learn how to dry my hands.

Who knew so much could happen at the Mall.

OMG, IT’S LITTLE MISS‘ BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!!!!

I LOVE CAKE!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIDEO__WICKED FUNNY!!

Please click here to wish Little Miss a Happy Birthday. She is a great blogger and a great friend.

I saw this on the Bead Den’s blog and she didn’t tag anyone so I tagged myself.

Just a quick update on today’s meeting. I LOST 3.4 POUNDS THIS WEEK!!!!!!!!!! I am so happy. I really worked hard this week because I tracked every single thing I ate and weighed my portion sizes. This is what you are supposed to do every week but I was letting things slide a little but fortunately I caught myself quickly. After last week’s sad weight gain I knew I had to do something quick. I can’t risk gaining all this weight back.

I will write more later. I have to go to the P.O. and the grocery store. Whole Perdue Roaster chickens are on sale and this particular store will cut them up and skin them so I can cook them without fat in the crock pot. I need them for my Rosemary cashew chicken recipe. I’m going to buy a few and freeze them.

Ta-Ta! Did I just say Ta-Ta? Did I suddenly turn British? What the hell am I thinking. Watching that British Bachelor show too much. Later!!!

It’s a dumb show but I love it anyway.  I’m a reality/(we know it’s not reality) show junkie. I just like his accent.

Right off the bat, I’ll skip dinner. Weight Watcher’s certainly limits what I can eat at a restaurant but my daughter wanted to give me the choice just in case. I nixed the dinner. I WANT PRIZES!!!

What I really want is someone to clean up the yard. That would be the best present I could receive and it wouldn’t cost anyone any money, unless they want to buy me some outdoor hanging plants and tiki torches. We had a tree cut down exactly 5 months ago today. It was a big swamp maple in our front yard and all the pieces of the tree are still sitting in the front yard. I was hinting around last night that I would like the front yard cleaned up.

Well, there’s the wasband moving the tree today in the rain. WHAT A GUY!!! He really shouldn’t be doing it. I was so afraid he was going to hurt his back but there was no stopping him.

I have a deck off my bedroom that I can’t use because we need a new door. So on my last birthday the kids bought me a nice wooden chair and put it at the end of my driveway, right by the side door so I could get to it easily. I like to sit outside in the summer and read or just meditate (in other words do nothing). But it’s not the oasis that I dream about.

That’s it. Nice view of my wasband’s truck and the three other cars in the driveway. Also you can see the deck next door where they tie up the poor dog, though I have not heard or seen him in a couple of days.

My daughter came up with the idea that if they parked the cars further toward the street (there is plenty of room to do that, they can move them about 10-12 feet further back) it would give them more room to turn the swing toward the backyard, rake and clean up the ground, put out some tiki torches and some hanging flowers and generally spruce it up. I’d love a chiminea too.

OK, now things are getting expensive. I can do without the chiminea. But I have seen cheap ones for like $50.

I like to go sit out at night but there is no light out there. We need an electrician to come over because we have some major electrical problems and we had to disconnect the outdoor light. Tiki torches will do, better ambiance anyway.

BEFORE

AFTER

After my wasband was finished he came in the house and said “Happy Fuckin’ Mother’s Day”. I almost fell off my chair from laughing.

Then I made him a pizza.

I just read an article on CNN.com about blogging as therapy. It was interesting. Here is a link

These are the major points in case you don’t feel like reading it:

• Story Highlights:
• Report: Some 12 million people have a blog; many use it for group therapy
• Experts: Blogging shouldn’t replace face-to-face counseling
• Study: Men blog about politics, technology and money
• Study: Women tend to blog more about private lives.

I found it very interesting that women tend to blog more about their private lives. It certainly holds true with me. Though my blogger men friends all blog about themselves. I probably wouldn’t be a blogger friend to someone who only blogged about politics anyway. I would be bored to tears. I can’t blog about money because I don’t have any. As far as technology, as long as I have my cell phone, my computer and my crock pot, I’m all set. Since I stopped watching TV and listening to the news, Peter Pan could be running for President and I wouldn’t even know it. For all I know Peter Pan is president. That would be wonderful, then none of us would have to grow up.

I was just looking for an image of Peter Pan and I found out that the author J.M. Barrie’s birthday is tomorrow. How strange that I would think about him today. Should have waited until tomorrow.

I do go on news sites but only read articles that interest me, like the blogging one and gossip ones. I am just so tired of reading about politics and Iraq and other depressing crap. I can’t risk getting depressed again, it was just too depressing to be depressed. I really enjoy being happy.

Here is a post I enjoyed about finding the silver lining in the bad things that happen. It’s a post by Hannah at Blairs Boys

I did start blogging for therapeutic reasons, though I still see my therapist once a month. I started out seeing her weekly but it seems I’m not as crazy as I was so I don’t need to see her as often. Actually, I’m still crazy and I plan on staying that way but I don’t feel like driving into a tree anymore. I think being crazy is good for the soul.

I’d like to read some of those 12,000,000 blogs. I read about 30 so I only have 11,999,970 to go. That should keep me busy for a bit.

Now I have to go to the P.O.. At the price of gas, it will probably cost me $3.00. That’s crazy. The silver lining: maybe I’ll get a check in the mail.