Sunday, May 28, 2006

lunch time

Bat Out Of Hell

Leigh-Ann and I were shopping in the deli section of Smith’s when suddenly visions of Helly & Alan’s new trebuchet wedding gift (what? not every wedding weapon gift has to be a set of knives) came to mind.  First, I noticed the meatloaf, but then Leigh-Ann suggested that the meatballs would give them more ammo bang for their buck.

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

And what reminded me to actually post this entry?  In today’s Review-Journal, there was an update on the latest overreaction by Las Vegas news stations, “You won’t BELIEVE what the mysterious object was that fell through a medical center’s skylight.” Well yeah, you would believe it, because it was asphalt, but whatever.  Anyway, in today’s paper were readers’ suggestions about what it could have been.  “George Gayner suggested a huge catapult was used to launch the rock from about 200 feet away from the target. ‘People are building these things and testing them, matter a[sic] fact I have a model one on my desk.’” Okay, what’s the deal with catapults these days?

Speaking of Meatloaf, watch Meat and Katharine McPhee’s breasts on the American Idol finale.

Friday, March 03, 2006

lunch time

Stay Tuned

I’m going to pretend like I’m a kid again and post pictures of my school artwork. Leigh-Ann and I took a couple of classes over the last few days; one class in glass etching (mine didn’t come out, but for a simple reason, but Leigh-Ann’s did - it’s “truthy’, and one in dye sublimation.  The dye sub class was great - the instructor was organized (not so for Mr. Las Vegas glass etcher guy & his wife...for $350 for both of us!  We learned more from the woman sitting in front of us) and we made some quick and easy projects. 

...feeding the dogs next door (to be continued)

Okay, back.  Like 7 hours ago, but between then and now has been a bad Leafs game (Happy 1000th game, Tie Domi!), an episode of Survivor (which I’m quite ambivalent about this season), and the super fabulous return of The Amazing Race.  Like every season, except the horrendous TAR: The Boring Family Edition, it’s already shown that it’s going to be a great season.  There are so many teams I immediately like and not too many I immediately dislike (only Lake & Michelle come to mind).

I took pictures of two of the little projects we did in our dye sublimation class.  A plaque and a sign.  I really enjoyed the class and I’m ready to start making some stuff now.  Perhaps we’ll start with mugs, since we have about a zillion blanks stored in the living room.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

mid-afternoon

Fess Up If You Too Watched “Skating With Celebrities”

Boy, Kristy Swanson and Lloyd Eisler were screwed by the judges.  Nancy Kerrigan gave the most entertaining performance of her life, with Dave Coulier.  Jillian Barberie & John Zimmerman were actually good.  Bruce Jenner was spunky, but I just can’t get over the bad plastic surgery he had when he was in his 30’s that made him look like a woman.  He was a really good looking young guy and the surgery made him look like a plastic-y woman.  Weird.  Terrible surgeon.

More SwC tidbits - Todd Bridges named his daughter, Bo.  Bo Bridges.  That’s hilarious.

Okay, yeah, and I’m watching American Idol too.  Hey, I’m here to watch the trash so you don’t have to.  You’re welcome.

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.

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.