Today was my last day of work and I wasn't even there for it. Pretty weird.
If you need me, I am at home. Hopefully mending. Definitely knitting.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Boo
Still hurting. I have stopped taking the steroids so at least my stomach doesn't hurt as much anymore. Besides, I read the side effects, some of which were: "acne, weight gain, and (my personal favorite) flatulence." Nothing like a middle aged, zit-faced, overweight, cranky woman who is jet-propelled to bring a little sunshine into your life. Just ask Steve! The cane just adds to the delightful picture of me that you now have in your head.
The MRI was Friday and it was not fun. The tech had to strap my ankles and knees together to make sure my hips and pelvis were in the correct position. It was pretty painful, but at least he had good music playing. He said that he can't listen to anything too peppy because people tend to dance around even through they don't mean to. I thought that was strange because, really, there is not a lot of room to dance around in while in the MRI machine. I will have to take his word for it as he is the pro. Anyway, what he played I knew all the words to so I sang along. Apparently I am the first one to sing along as loudly as I did. Go figure.
Bob has been the perfect heating pad, and has made it is job to sleep right next to my left hip. This, of course, is at great personal sacrifice to him. If he would just sprout an opposable thimb so he could open the refrigerator and get me a Diet Coke....then he would be the perfect dog.
Thank God I still have yarn to knit and Law and Order reruns to watch....
The MRI was Friday and it was not fun. The tech had to strap my ankles and knees together to make sure my hips and pelvis were in the correct position. It was pretty painful, but at least he had good music playing. He said that he can't listen to anything too peppy because people tend to dance around even through they don't mean to. I thought that was strange because, really, there is not a lot of room to dance around in while in the MRI machine. I will have to take his word for it as he is the pro. Anyway, what he played I knew all the words to so I sang along. Apparently I am the first one to sing along as loudly as I did. Go figure.
Bob has been the perfect heating pad, and has made it is job to sleep right next to my left hip. This, of course, is at great personal sacrifice to him. If he would just sprout an opposable thimb so he could open the refrigerator and get me a Diet Coke....then he would be the perfect dog.
Thank God I still have yarn to knit and Law and Order reruns to watch....
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I took a wooden nickle
Grandma Geneva always used to tell us not to take any wooden nickles, and don't fall down and break your leg.
Somewhere along the way someone slipped me a wooden nickle.
Although I did not break my leg, there is much speculation that I cracked my pelvis and/or hip. This, let me assure you, sucks.
So here is what happened: I was leaving Stitches East in Baltimore, heavily laden with treasures I had picked up while there. When I got to the parking garage, I changed my mind mid-step about which direction I wanted to go. My feet where headed right and my body left. Neither won. My left foot flew out from under me and I landed on my hip with a resounding "THUD."
Good news is that no yarn was harmed in this process. I had enough wits about me to make sure that fabulous cashmere I found did not touch the ground. Priorities people!
After I leapt back up with precious little dignity intact, I made a beeline for the car and started home. I figured a nice warm bath, an Advil, and a glass of wine would cure me. Yeah right.
About 3 a.m. I thought I was gonna die. But I didn't want to go to the emergency room quite yet because I really needed to wash my hair (again with the priorities). My hairdryer was still down in the car because I had only unloaded my precious yarn, and I didn't want to wake Steve up to go get it. I am not claiming rational thought - I am just recounting the events.
At 6 Steve gets up, takes one look at me and declares we are going to the emergency room. No argument from me. So off we go, me dressed in my finest sweat suit, but with clean hair!
I am the only person in the emergency room and am whisked in right away. A 12 year old doctor orders xrays and percocet. He is my friend. The xrays show nothing, but Dr. 12 Year Old thinks that maybe I have cracked my pelvis and/or hip. It's just not showing up. I am sent home with a perscription for percoset and directions to stay off my leg. No kidding.
I have spent two days in bed taking percocet. I was really looking forward to having wild funky drug induced dreams with no pain. That was not meant to be. The percocet is NOT living up to its reputation. I still hurt - a lot. I hurt so much that I cannot sleep. No funky dreams...just being hurty.
So here we are on Wednesday. I am going to my regular physician today at 2:15. Not sure what she can do for me at this point, but I am hoping something to make it stop hurting. My sweet cute husband has been taking wonderful care of me, and I have been petting all my yarn, but I am ready to stop hurting.
Send more cashmere. Maybe that will work.
Somewhere along the way someone slipped me a wooden nickle.
Although I did not break my leg, there is much speculation that I cracked my pelvis and/or hip. This, let me assure you, sucks.
So here is what happened: I was leaving Stitches East in Baltimore, heavily laden with treasures I had picked up while there. When I got to the parking garage, I changed my mind mid-step about which direction I wanted to go. My feet where headed right and my body left. Neither won. My left foot flew out from under me and I landed on my hip with a resounding "THUD."
Good news is that no yarn was harmed in this process. I had enough wits about me to make sure that fabulous cashmere I found did not touch the ground. Priorities people!
After I leapt back up with precious little dignity intact, I made a beeline for the car and started home. I figured a nice warm bath, an Advil, and a glass of wine would cure me. Yeah right.
About 3 a.m. I thought I was gonna die. But I didn't want to go to the emergency room quite yet because I really needed to wash my hair (again with the priorities). My hairdryer was still down in the car because I had only unloaded my precious yarn, and I didn't want to wake Steve up to go get it. I am not claiming rational thought - I am just recounting the events.
At 6 Steve gets up, takes one look at me and declares we are going to the emergency room. No argument from me. So off we go, me dressed in my finest sweat suit, but with clean hair!
I am the only person in the emergency room and am whisked in right away. A 12 year old doctor orders xrays and percocet. He is my friend. The xrays show nothing, but Dr. 12 Year Old thinks that maybe I have cracked my pelvis and/or hip. It's just not showing up. I am sent home with a perscription for percoset and directions to stay off my leg. No kidding.
I have spent two days in bed taking percocet. I was really looking forward to having wild funky drug induced dreams with no pain. That was not meant to be. The percocet is NOT living up to its reputation. I still hurt - a lot. I hurt so much that I cannot sleep. No funky dreams...just being hurty.
So here we are on Wednesday. I am going to my regular physician today at 2:15. Not sure what she can do for me at this point, but I am hoping something to make it stop hurting. My sweet cute husband has been taking wonderful care of me, and I have been petting all my yarn, but I am ready to stop hurting.
Send more cashmere. Maybe that will work.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Just do it
No matter who you vote for, this election is one for the history books. Don't pass up your opportunity to be a part of that.
Monday, October 06, 2008
Friday, October 03, 2008
Everything and Nothing
While a lot has been going on, I have nothing to report. We are in the strange limbo land of waiting.
The Prior is preoccupied with the Wall Street Crises, so no decision there yet.
Steve had the MRI on his back, so we are waiting for someone to read that and tell us what to do next. Pretty sure it is a herniated disk.
I hate waiting.
The Prior is preoccupied with the Wall Street Crises, so no decision there yet.
Steve had the MRI on his back, so we are waiting for someone to read that and tell us what to do next. Pretty sure it is a herniated disk.
I hate waiting.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Unity Walk 9/11
Today I volunteered at the Washington DC Unity Walk 9/11. It started out at the Hebrew congregation (with a muslim call to prayer - very cool). and made its way down Massachusets Avenue past many embassies to the Ghandi memorial park. Stops along the way included a Catholic church, a Sikh Temple, the National Cathedral, the Greek Orthodox church, and the Russian Orthodix Church.
The walk also passed the Khalil Gilbran Park, the Islamic Park and finally ended up at the Ghandi Memorial Gardens. The walk was led byArun Ghandi.
There were probably 1500 participants in the walk, and the Christians/non-Christian ration was about dead even.
It's a start......
The walk also passed the Khalil Gilbran Park, the Islamic Park and finally ended up at the Ghandi Memorial Gardens. The walk was led byArun Ghandi.
There were probably 1500 participants in the walk, and the Christians/non-Christian ration was about dead even.
It's a start......
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Even MORE things I learned while fishing
This week-end was the Wine, Women and Fishing event in Virginia Beach. I was greatly anticipating this week-end because 1) I secretly think off-shore fishing is really cool. Please don't tell anyone 2) Sue and Mike needed a fun and relaxing week-end. The funeral for George and taking care of Lisa and the kids has really worn them down.
So I drive down Saturday afternoon. Very uneventful except for the fact that the traffic at the tunnel was so slow I actually could knit while driving (I have decided that when you are going under 3 miles per hour it is OK to knit). I drive to the docks like I have been doing it for years thanks to my handy dandy Molly Magellan. Sue, Christine, and I go to Harris Tweeter (it's really Harris Teeter but we think we are so funny when we call it Harris Tweeter) which might be the greatest grocery chain ever. We bought way more stuff than we ever needed, which came in handy later.
OK. Back at the boat all our tournament team mates arrive and we go over to the tournament Kick-off event. Please keep in mind that the name of the event is Wine, Women, and Fishing. We are there about 20 minutes and they run out of wine. WHAT? Not a good thing to announce to a crowd of women who forked out serious money for this event. The mood was UG-LEE. I decide that I will drink a beer and have a Land Shark. Great beer, and hilarious name. All I could think of was the old Saturday Night Live skit.
We have dinner and hit the boat to go to bed because we are setting out at 5:30. Yes, my little possums, 5:30 in the morning.
At 5:30 off we go with a song in our hearts and great plans to catch THE BIG ONE. I take Dramamine so I am sea worthy, thank the Lord. we go 72 miles off shore because big fish need big water. Someone should have told the fish that that is where they needed to be. We did not catch a single thing all day. Nothing, nadda, zip. We did see lots of porpoise, whales, sea turtles and flying fish. That was very cool!
At 3:00 the tournament is officially over, and we have had a fabulous time making up all kinds of fish dances, wearing a fish eye (A fake one. We didn't poke the eye out of some bait and wear it on our foreheads. Good grief people!) in the middle of our foreheads (The All Seeing Fish Eye). That was an interesting site of 6 women doing all this nonsense! I even yelled SOOOOOOOOO-EEEEEEEEEEEEEE Fish. But alas we were fishless.
At 4:15 on the way back in, (we are taking our time because why do you want to be back early if you LOST?) we hear an odd noise coming from one of the engines. Very odd. So odd that Mike comes flying down from the bridge and orders us out of the stateroom. He open up the engine room door and black smoke comes pouring out. Even in my non-nautical state, I know that this is not a good sign.
The boat is shut down. Words in combinations I have never heard come streaming from Mike's lips. The port engine is blown. Bear in mind that this is the engine they just had rebuilt at the tune of $23,000. I would have come up with interesting combinations too. Actually I think I would have gone into the state room, laid down on the bed and sucked my thumb. Sue and Mike are more pro-active than I. They chose to tell the engine what they really thought of it and its ancestory.
Now we have one engine to limp 62 MILES back to shore with. This is where the over-shopping at Harris Tweeter came in handy. We proceed to eat. And eat.
After about an hour, we get a call from a boat who has heard us contact the Coast Guard. They are heading our way and will pick up any passengers who need to get back sooner. Carol and I decide we will go back since we have to work on Monday. The boat pulls up, we hop on, and away we go.
Turns out this couple is from Yukon, Oklahoma! She went to OU! He went to OSU! She is Henry Bellmon's niece! We are friends for life now. We have bonded like only Okie's can. Carol and I are sending them a "House Divided" flag to thank them for the ride.
We get back to shore at 8:35 p.m. and I load up and start for La Plata. A three hour tour (insert Gilligan's Island music here). I straggle in at 12:05 a.m.
So no fish were caught, precious little wine was had, but it all makes a great story now, and I am glad I went.
So I drive down Saturday afternoon. Very uneventful except for the fact that the traffic at the tunnel was so slow I actually could knit while driving (I have decided that when you are going under 3 miles per hour it is OK to knit). I drive to the docks like I have been doing it for years thanks to my handy dandy Molly Magellan. Sue, Christine, and I go to Harris Tweeter (it's really Harris Teeter but we think we are so funny when we call it Harris Tweeter) which might be the greatest grocery chain ever. We bought way more stuff than we ever needed, which came in handy later.
OK. Back at the boat all our tournament team mates arrive and we go over to the tournament Kick-off event. Please keep in mind that the name of the event is Wine, Women, and Fishing. We are there about 20 minutes and they run out of wine. WHAT? Not a good thing to announce to a crowd of women who forked out serious money for this event. The mood was UG-LEE. I decide that I will drink a beer and have a Land Shark. Great beer, and hilarious name. All I could think of was the old Saturday Night Live skit.
We have dinner and hit the boat to go to bed because we are setting out at 5:30. Yes, my little possums, 5:30 in the morning.
At 5:30 off we go with a song in our hearts and great plans to catch THE BIG ONE. I take Dramamine so I am sea worthy, thank the Lord. we go 72 miles off shore because big fish need big water. Someone should have told the fish that that is where they needed to be. We did not catch a single thing all day. Nothing, nadda, zip. We did see lots of porpoise, whales, sea turtles and flying fish. That was very cool!
At 3:00 the tournament is officially over, and we have had a fabulous time making up all kinds of fish dances, wearing a fish eye (A fake one. We didn't poke the eye out of some bait and wear it on our foreheads. Good grief people!) in the middle of our foreheads (The All Seeing Fish Eye). That was an interesting site of 6 women doing all this nonsense! I even yelled SOOOOOOOOO-EEEEEEEEEEEEEE Fish. But alas we were fishless.
At 4:15 on the way back in, (we are taking our time because why do you want to be back early if you LOST?) we hear an odd noise coming from one of the engines. Very odd. So odd that Mike comes flying down from the bridge and orders us out of the stateroom. He open up the engine room door and black smoke comes pouring out. Even in my non-nautical state, I know that this is not a good sign.
The boat is shut down. Words in combinations I have never heard come streaming from Mike's lips. The port engine is blown. Bear in mind that this is the engine they just had rebuilt at the tune of $23,000. I would have come up with interesting combinations too. Actually I think I would have gone into the state room, laid down on the bed and sucked my thumb. Sue and Mike are more pro-active than I. They chose to tell the engine what they really thought of it and its ancestory.
Now we have one engine to limp 62 MILES back to shore with. This is where the over-shopping at Harris Tweeter came in handy. We proceed to eat. And eat.
After about an hour, we get a call from a boat who has heard us contact the Coast Guard. They are heading our way and will pick up any passengers who need to get back sooner. Carol and I decide we will go back since we have to work on Monday. The boat pulls up, we hop on, and away we go.
Turns out this couple is from Yukon, Oklahoma! She went to OU! He went to OSU! She is Henry Bellmon's niece! We are friends for life now. We have bonded like only Okie's can. Carol and I are sending them a "House Divided" flag to thank them for the ride.
We get back to shore at 8:35 p.m. and I load up and start for La Plata. A three hour tour (insert Gilligan's Island music here). I straggle in at 12:05 a.m.
So no fish were caught, precious little wine was had, but it all makes a great story now, and I am glad I went.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
This needs to be said
Steve and I are attending a funeral today for a friend of ours who died last week at the age of 47. George leaves behind a wife, a 15 year old son and a 12 year old daughter. George's died of a massive heart attack while on vacation in Minnesota.
George did not believe in life insurance.
Lisa, his wife, has a good job. In fact she works for my buddy Sue, who happens to be Lisa's sister. But Lisa is now around $20,000 in the hole because of the expence of the funeral, flying her and her children back unexpectedly from Minnesota, the transportation of the body, etc.
Go buy life insurance.
And while we are on the subject, I want Rite I at my service and I do not want Amazing Grace played. If cremating me is cheaper, do that. I know some people object to cremation because, "How will God resurrect your body if it has been burnt up?" He's God. I am guessing that if He can create this beautiful world we live in, He can handle putting my body back together as He sees fit.
George did not believe in life insurance.
Lisa, his wife, has a good job. In fact she works for my buddy Sue, who happens to be Lisa's sister. But Lisa is now around $20,000 in the hole because of the expence of the funeral, flying her and her children back unexpectedly from Minnesota, the transportation of the body, etc.
Go buy life insurance.
And while we are on the subject, I want Rite I at my service and I do not want Amazing Grace played. If cremating me is cheaper, do that. I know some people object to cremation because, "How will God resurrect your body if it has been burnt up?" He's God. I am guessing that if He can create this beautiful world we live in, He can handle putting my body back together as He sees fit.
Friday, August 08, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
No, I am not becoming a realtor
But that is what this picture reminds me of! I had to have a head shot done for Leadership Southern Maryland, so here it is.
The nice thing about this picture is that you cannot tell that one of the strategically placed buttons on my blouse came off as I was putting it on, and that my pants and shoes definitely do not match the top half of my body!
On other notes, it is 10 days until my big off shore fishing trip! WOOT! I hope to have pictures of all us wimenz with ginormous fish. And hopefully someone else will clean said catch.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Help!
I need your help! I am participating in the Chesapeake Bay Wine Women and Fishing Tournament on August 16 and 17th. The boat we are going out on is called "No Good Deed..." We are trying to come up with some clever sayings to go along with that phrase (other than "goes unpunished"). The idea is for the front of our t-shirts to say "No Good Deed...." and the back finish the phrase. Put on your thinking caps and if we choose yours I will send you a t-shirt!
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Beach Pictures for your enjoyment
Dunes on the way to the beach
Erin and Theo on the way to see the ocean for the first time
Two very cute boys
The best street name ever.
Fun footprints in the sand...Saturday, July 19, 2008
We are back!
We are back from the Big Beach Adventure! I think I speak for all of us when I say we had a blast!
Steve is compiling a list of top 10 hilarious things said during the week. A reference to that is the previous entry. If you have never heard a 3 year old sing Johnny Cash then you, my friend, have simply not lived.
Pictures to come when I find the cord to the camera............
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Monday, July 07, 2008
Things I learned this weekend
1) Off shore fishing is exciting! I really want to do it again so I can try to catch something other than another boat.
2) I am a weenie. Reeling in said boat nearly killed me off - my shoulders and hands are still sore.
3) Dramamine is my friend. Taking one before getting on the boat and before we went out was a good idea.
4) Dramamine should be Steve's friend too. 'Nuff said.
2) I am a weenie. Reeling in said boat nearly killed me off - my shoulders and hands are still sore.
3) Dramamine is my friend. Taking one before getting on the boat and before we went out was a good idea.
4) Dramamine should be Steve's friend too. 'Nuff said.
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