Good Gray Cold Afternoon to you all!
Glad not to be up in the mountains, as THEY are getting or going to get a "Significant Ice-Event" and they ain't talkin' about Championship Ice Skating.
S'posta be gray and cold through Friday.
Dogs get groomed Thursday AM, so Ozzie will once again have to be wearing his turquoise sweater. Pip just likes to be buried under a blanket with the tip of her nose showing.
Hubby and Nannie went to get their hair done; I told Nannie, like a good little dgt-in-law should, that her hair looks very nice. Nannie started squawking that "She cut it too short; there's no curl left in it. She was supposed to give me a perm. She's going away for two weeks, so I don't get my perm until then." (hubby adds, 'no, nannie, it's 4 weeks until you get your perm...') To which Nannie responds, "SQUAWK!GRIPE!GRUMBLE!SQUAWK!"
I often would LIKE to say, "If you don't like it, or she doesn't do what you think she should do, SAY SOMETHING TO HER BEFORE SHE STARTS!" Yegods and little catfishes! But, y'know, if she spoke up ahead of time, what would she have to complain about? She said, about the 4 wk wait for a perm, "Well, that's just one more thing I'll have to worry about." [ok, nannie, let's make a LIST of ALL your worries!] This is the woman who, after she takes her evening wash, fixes and sprays her hair. She'll be going to bed within 2-3 hours, so what's the point? We don't give a flying-anything what her hair looks like between 7 PM and 10 PM. Hubby says she is trying to seduce the Sand Man.
I'm doing okay, no major pain. But I am constantly catching myself ... either I shouldn't have done some move just after I've already done it, or I am about to do something, but realize it is on my NO-NO list. I have to keep reminding myself, "Just because you CAN, doesn't mean you SHOULD!"
It's not that I am non-compliant, but I guess I am ...I am full of habitual movements, leaning, lurching, awkward bending, stretching to reach too far, sitting down but turning around from the waist to the left or right to see something, picking up the (12 lb) dogs at times... I am discouraged with myself because I am causing some aching and soreness with my unconscious and abrupt leaping up and all those other motions I make, lacking finesse.
I am trying to behave. I've decided that the only 'exercise' I can do is to stand up straight and adjust my feet-knees-hips-shoulders-head-chin...like I learned way-long-time-ago in a yoga class. Do you know, it is actually kind of tiring? When I think I've got it all lined up, I realize I have to readjust and readjust my adjusting! By the time two minutes has past, I'm shaky! [Oh pitiful posture, seek thine ideal! And again! No. Wait...again!'] I will have terrifically strong thighs because I have to do deep knee bends to get things out of the clothes dryer or change the pup-pee-pads or pick up one of the 3,000 things I DROP every single day!
So, Tweety, at work, take a bandaid, upon which you have written the word "NO!", and stick it across your lips. At home, when you pick up your ringing phone, ( I have done this myself, many times, truly and for real!) answer it by saying, "NO!"
Joe, that insurance co. work might be the very thing for you. Whether it is or not, you have some time before you have to say yes to any job offer. Like others have said here, it is good to be cautious.
*Sidebar re: the word CAUTION. An uncle, when a teen, wrecked more than his share of cars. His step-dad said to him, "You need to be more cautious!" To which my uncle replied, "Who could be more cautioner than I?"
Ted, It makes me smile to think of your core being containing all that MUSIC-MUSIC-MUSIC! (Did that sound like Ethel Merman just then?) I'm sorry that sometimes it requires a pick-axe and mining tools to get the compositions out! I'm sure, though, that Amy's head shots came out GREAT. She is, I think, beautiful and photogenic. How'd she end up with you? Does she have really bad vision? Oops! Sorry! Baaaaad joke! I didn't mean it, HONEST! Your link to Boogie Nights made me want to break out my Bee-Gees CD and ... well, can't dance right now, so I left it in its case. Phooey.
BCg, Glad to hear your dgt is doing better. Had something similar to that once. It woke me up at 3 AM when I took a deep breath, it HURT like I was being stabbed mid-back; I thought my kidney was on it's way to being severely deceased. They did a nuclear x-ray of my lungs, would not let me move at all until they had a diagnosis, they were thinking I might have a blood-clot. I didn't. It was kind of interesting to see my nuclear-green- sparkled lungs moving with each breath. They said, "Pleurisy" and sent me home with the prednisone.
Hey to everyone who follows!
