Saturday, March 19, 2005

evening

Crud, My Brain Cells Are Dying

According to Leigh-Ann, every time I cough, I lose a brain cell.  Since that’s happened with great frequency lately, I feel I must let the Internet know that Leigh-Ann is very very mean.  I’ve been sick with this damned cold for, what is it now, 16 days?  I think I deserve a little sympathy for my moments of being wracked by heaving uncontrollable coughs.  Now, not only are the coughs deeply distressing, but I’m assuredly losing brain cells.  Crud.  Maybe if I get some extra sleep in the next few days, I can grow the cells back.  Aw, screw it, I is s-m-r-t enuf.  I’ll just deal, man.

You know, this blog is turning into a waste of time for my three readers.  I’ve written nothing of substance in weeks.  The only strangers who come by are the spammers who try to spam my stats - hello, idiots, my stats that you’re spamming aren’t visible.  Not only that, I’ve blacklisted your urls now.  So, screw you Friendfinder affiliates, you’re not welcome here.

This Terri Schiavo business is really pissing me off.  All you politicians, right-to-lifers and Mel Gibson freaks just mind your own fucking business.  It’s not YOUR family member.  Consider this - Terri Schiavo got into this predicament because she was anorexic or bulimic and she had a stroke.  Do you people honestly think she’d want to live like this?  Consider how she wanted to look before she died.  Consider how she looks and what’s left of her now.  Really.  Think about it.  There is no quality of life.  Plus, if you’re on the side of Randall Terry, you can always consider yourself dead wrong.  Let the poor woman go in peace.

Friday, March 18, 2005

mid-morning

Unless You’re Delivering Something We Ordered Or Will Like

Then this new doormat of ours is meant for you unexpected visitors.  Everyone else knows to call. You can get your very own at Cost Plus.  They have all kinds of tasty candy there too, so browse, enjoy yourselves.

mid-morning

I Ate a Whole Bowl of Jelly Bellys In Only Two Sittings

They were “fruit bowl” flavored and very very good.  At first, I was totally horrified at what I’d done, but then I looked at the serving size.  About 35 pieces per serving, 5 servings in the bag.  I so got it to last at least four servings, so I consider that an accomplishment.  Hey, I was PMSing and now I’m MSing, so I deserve whatever the hell I want.  Besides, it’s day 5000 of the cold that will never die.  I’m still stuffy and I still have a cough and I’m still goddamned tired.  When will this crap end, man?  I don’t know, but I’m thinking a nap in my very very near future is going to fill me with good virus killing ideas.  Okay, here I come...zzzzz.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

early evening

It’s Book Review Catchup Time

Since I’ve been sick, I’ve only wanted to read, not write about the books I’ve read.  So now I have three books to review.  Well, I’m gonna make this quick.

Stiff:  The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach—I loved this book.  Fascinating information about what happens to your body if you donate it to science - plastic surgery, medical experiments, FBI experiments, cadaver use in school, etc.  The great part about it is Mary Roach’s sense of humor about everything.  And, if someone could freeze-dry me and then plant me, I’d be pretty happy.  I don’t want to rot away in a coffin.  Give away all the good organs, then freeze-dry me up, baby.

Skipping Towards Gomorrah by Dan Savage—At first, I thought it was a bunch of stretched out info from one of his fabulous columns, but he started to hit his stride in Chapter 2 and became the snarky Dan Savage I know and love.  I loved this book, as I’ve loved all Dan Savage books.  You know exactly what you’re getting from him - humor, snark, left-wing politics, gay politics, with a dash of smoking pot before scarfing down huge Claim Jumper meals.

The Rest of the Iceberg:  An Insider’s View on the World of Sport and Celebrity” by Robert Smith - I thought this would be really interesting after getting into fantasy football this year and then seeing Robert Smith, formerly of the Minnesota Vikings on The Daily Show.  He seem cute and bright.  And why wouldn’t he write an interesting book?  Why wouldn’t he, indeed.  I know it’s an accomplishment to write your book yourself, but this book could’ve used a ghostwriter.  Some of the views into sudden sports celebrity were interesting, but they only accounted for a few pages of the book.  Mostly, it was about his injuries and his short-lived NFL career.  While the story was moderately interesting, the writing was pretty poor.  It wasn’t a total waste of time, but I wouldn’t rush out to read it.  If it’s sitting on your bookshelf, taunting you, then give it a try.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

evening

Knee Surgery…Again?

I’m so sad.  Last night Cricket twisted her knee.  We thought with some rest and a little Rimadyl, she might be as good as new in the morning.  Alas, no.  So, off to the vet we went...again.  As if Chelsea’s feeding tube drama hadn’t taken enough out of us.  Not to mention, Cricket’s bi-lateral knee surgery last January.  Haven’t we all been through enough?  Anyway, Cricket will be having another knee surgery in the next couple of weeks.  I feel so badly for her.  She’s the only one of our four dogs who absolutely loves to run.  She’ll run after motorcycle sounds in the yard, she’ll run from window to window in the bedroom, barking at the beagles next door.  She’ll run to see the cats at the doorway.  She’ll run to the doorway and yap her head off when someone comes to the door.  Let that be a lesson to you, if you come to our door, you may lose all ability to hear.

So, surgery will be soon.  That means supposedly putting her in a crate where she can’t move too much.  The thing is, if she was in a crate, she’d be so frantic that she’d move even more, ramming her legs against the crate.  What we’ll do is keep her in the master bedroom, carry her up/down the stairs, so she can pee & poop and get some fresh air.  This will be for weeks, if not months.  Also, she’ll have lots of checkups at the vet - she hates going in the car, so she therefore hates going to the vet.  She shakes and whines in the car.  It’s a relief that the vet is only about five miles away.

Poor puppy is going to look like this again.

It should only be one knee this time.  I hope they find something sturdy for strapping everything all together.  We don’t want this to be a yearly occurrence.  That picture is so sad, I think I need to post another, cheerier one.