Wednesday, January 18, 2006

evening

Quick Late Night Update

I’ve had lots to say, but have been too lazy to say it.  Mostly still, kittens, kittens, kittens.  For more pictures, check out my photo gallery and Leigh-Ann’s Flickr account - her pictures are better than mine.  I think we’ve finally discovered the difference in photos between our two cameras.  At least it’s the more expensive one that takes the better pictures.

I’m still in leg/butt pain, but next Thursday I’m finally having the selective nerve root block aka the lumbar injection.  I stopped going to the chiropractor after Xmas because I had a cold, but when I got better I decided to continue my chiro hiatus because I want to see if the injection will help get rid of the pain by itself.  I also quit taking the Lyrica.  Cold turkey.  I’m pretty sure I was supposed to feel something when I stopped taking it (I’ve been on it for almost three months), but at the very very most, I feel slightly nauseous occasionally.  I’m not sure that after the first couple of weeks, it kept helping me.  Last week I was in the same amount of pain as I am this week, without the Lyrica.  Also, my insurance wasn’t paying for it and it’s $140/month.  I’ll keep my fingers crossed for the injection working.

Leafs.  Suck.  Oh my how they suck right now.  Too many injuries, not enough of previous seasons’ Mats Sundin - you know, when he scored and did good stuff and all.  Too much Ed Belfour, not enough Tellqvist.  I never ever ever thought I’d say that.  I miss Darcy and Eric and Bryan, and for that matter, Joe Nieuwendyk, Gary Roberts & Alexander Mogilny.

Television has been yummy.  American Idol is back, 24 is back, Gilmore Girls, Lost, Veronica Mars soon...and two shows I’m recording to watch later because celebrities falling down on the ice = funny (Skating w/ the Celebrities) & Love Monkey, because Tom Cavanagh ("Ed") is dreamy, in a dorky way.

My next Idiot of the Day will be Mike Vanderjagt, the Colts kicker who shanked an easy kick they needed to tie the game and then blamed the “Lord” for not being with the team.  Well yeah, dolt, the “Lord” was busy with ME last week, getting me those lumbar injection appointments.  You, you were playing a GAME.  And you were being paid A LOT of money.  But you know what, I’ll be fair and let Peyton Manning join you, since he blamed his choking on his offensive line.  Yes, Mr. Chokes in Playoffs, it wasn’t you that lost the game, it was all them.

I’m gonna have a new giveaway open up next week!

I’m gonna actually do all of my book reviews within the next week.

Here’s a Daily Factoid (I am SO behind) - Your skeleton keeps growing until you are about 35, then you start to shrink.  I’m shrinkinggggggg.  Oh crap, I am not.  That’s another complaint I have.  The lack of mobility, the holidays and perhaps the Lyrica have made me gigantic.  This is not acceptable, as I have nothing to wear!  So, starting February 1st, it’s Operation Get Back Into My Pants.  Not you, me.

I think I’m actually going to BlogHer - I made my room reservation and everything.  If you’re reading, why don’t you come too?  You know, except for my dad, because he doesn’t have a blog.  It’s Friday July 28 and Saturday July 29, 2006, in San Jose, CA.  Be there.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

lunch time

More and More and More Kittens

Are you my daddy? (He isn’t - he’s fixed and been with us long enough to not be the culprit, especially now that he’s been neutered.  Still, he’d make a pretty good dad.  He licks their heads and keeps an eye out for them.  He does get a little freaked out when they pounce on his head though.)

The litterbox, not only a place to relieve oneself, but also a place to relax, apparently.  At least she’s sitting in a clean corner.

It looks like sometime later today, the kittens will be moved into their new and bigger abode.  We have a cat cage for them (it’s still not safe to let them roam around - they’re wobbly...and our other cats aren’t big on the mothering/fathering instincts, except for Frank, so we want them to be safe before they go off to their new homes) We play with them, just not with the other cats around.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

early evening

Things I Need To Post Here

I’m putting this plan out in public, so someone will make me do it, if I don’t do it myself.  I can’t write a lot tonight because I unthinkingly agreed when the doctor’s office wanted to change my appointment from 3:30p next Monday to 9:30a tomorrow.  What was I thinking?  It’s all the way across town, during a time when people are probably on the freeway going to work.  Ick, traffic.  Anyway, it’s just another tedious consultation with another pain management specialist.  I’ll think he’ll be my third of just that type of doctor.  As far as I know, the last one is still recovering in the hospital from his emergency heart surgery.  If I had dollar for every hour wasted in waiting rooms in the past several months, I could buy a pricey dinner at least.  Anyway, this doctor is supposed to set me up for a lumbar injection, but really, isn’t that what the last three doctors have said?  I’ll believe when it’s scheduled, stays scheduled and isn’t cancelled right before the injection.

I have fifteen books sitting on my desk, waiting for me to write even the tiniest of reviews for them.  And then, I can move them the heck off my desk.  It’s getting claustrophobic.

I won my other fantasy football league the other week.  That’s two first place trophies.  That’s very gratifying to a person who isn’t able to walk enough to do a good grocery shopping trip.  Alas, I’m in fourth...of four teams in one hockey league.  Second in the other.  Of course, I still have chance with plenty of the season left to go.

The kittens are four weeks old today and so incredibly cute!  They’re starting to romp and eat on their own (okay, it’s only the girl who’s off the bottle and sometimes she sticks her face right in the food bowl) and most importantly...use the litterbox.  Their little poops are so cute.  I’m sure I won’t say that in a few more weeks.

I’m way behind on The Daily Factoid.  I feel suitably ashamed.

For TwoNz:  The pain level varies from 3-8 (a couple of days ago).  There still is NO anal leakage, but I thank you for thinking of me.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

mid-afternoon

Idiot of the Day - Samuel Alito

Oh Sammy, Barbie would so understand.

From today’s hearings:  “It’s what we call in law school the slippery slope and if you start answering the easy questions you are going to be sliding down the ski run into the hard questions, and that’s what I’m not so happy to do.” - Samuel Alito

Why on earth would a candidate for the Supreme Court want to do such a silly thing as answer a “hard” question?  I mean, isn’t it true that the Supreme Court is the place where we answer the really easy stuff?  It’s The People’s Court who decides the really tough stuff.  On tv.  In twenty-two minutes.  The Supreme Court, they just play dress-up.

Monday, January 09, 2006

evening

I Could’ve Been Bamboozled by JT LeRoy

But, until today, I’d never heard of him.  It does appear that in the past, I met his precursor (whether they know each other or not, I don’t know), Anthony Godby Johnson.  I’d exchanged a couple of innocuous emails with Tony in the early 90’s.  The terrible childhood stories and the charming of celebrities is strikingly similar.  If any of you have read either “Anthony’s” autobiography, A Rock and a Hard Place or Armistead Maupin’s The Night Listener:  A Novel...you’ll get flashbacks when you read this from JT LeRoy’s website.

It sounds like Susie Bright was snakebit, just like Armistead Maupin was by Tony Johnson.  Also, there was a completely different woman (I’m assuming) scamming Rosie O’Donnell - you can read about her in Rosie’s book, Find Me.