2. I got up early to make breakfast. Hardboiled eggs, chopped up over fresh buttermilk biscuits, and freshly made from a packet sausage gravy, with a big mug of green tea.
3. I watched this last night: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oRg-scSGXM
Yes, almost no story at all, but her movies were never going to be considered high drama. They were love letters to the viewers’ eyes. The trailer doesn’t do it justice. The TCM restoration of her films have been spectacular. Colors that jump into your lap and say “HELLO!”, sometimes some breathtaking scenery, some of it lost to history, talented co-stars who brought witty banter, slapstick, drama, and music, such as Keenan Wynn, Red Skelton, Van Johnson, Ricardo Montalban, and Howard Keel.
These movies won’t make you smarter. They don’t inspire deep thought. But if you don’t find yourself smiling, at least for a minute or too, then your troubles are dire indeed.
Moving furniture around yesterday inspired some more spring cleaning (well, that and the FBI guy coming around on Tuesday….). It’s been over two years since the place got a good cleaning, so there’s a lot of junk covering a lot of dust and pet hair.
While the spirit is willing, the flesh is (literally) weak – I’m just now starting to realize the limitations of my stamina with this MG. And it sucks. Mostly because I LOOK perfectly fine, so nobody – myself included – THINKS there’s anything wrong.
So I’m sitting here taking a break, throwing myself a pity party. Anyone else wanna jump in and feel sorry for themself? There’s plenty of room in the pool….
FTR, my pity parties never last long – I just take a break to shake my fist at the world and drink a nice cold beverage. If available, I also indulge in chocolate….
Iām just now starting to realize the limitations of my stamina with this MG. And it sucks.
Yep. You do some work, rest for a while, do some more, rest a while. I start out with a list of things I need to do, and if I get any at all done, it’s a good day.
Taking a break from the girl scout stuff. Had fun at the scrapbooking class, too. I have a feeling this evening is going to suck, seeing as I am in charge of putting the booth together.
Roamy, I think you and I have similar energy issues, albeit for different reasons. I do the same thing – start off the day with good intentions, but my body reminds me quite forcefully that YOU.WILL.NOT.DO.THAT.
The scary thing is that I don’t often know that I’ve overdone until after the fact. And I’ve been told that if I have a “Myasthenic Crisis”, it is an emergency situation that CANNOT be ignored. I had a taste of what one feels like the other night, and it was scary.
I was telling a friend Friday night that I now understand what asthmatics feel like when they can’t catch a breath; they can oftentimes make things better with an inhaler, but with MG, it isn’t that there isn’t enough air in the lungs, it’s that the muscles that surround the lungs can’t work.
I’m still on the learning curve.
But I understand what you were talking about the other day Roamy, about waking up and wondering if “this” is your new normal….
Ya just have to look at things a bit differently sometimes.
It’s either that or get depressed, and we all should remember that depression is nothing more than misplaced anger without any real enthusiasm.
Dick, yes and no. This morning, I dropped off Rocketboy for his volunteer work, went to church, came back and had an awesome K of C breakfast with the family, waved them off to church, picked up some groceries, came home and put away the groceries by myself (three trips up the stairs carrying stuff). Now I’m resting.
I never thought I’d get to the point where carrying my own groceries was a point of pride.
It’s the first day I’ve felt well enough to drive since Tuesday. I think I’m gettin accustomed to the new meds. Heartrate is right at 100, so that’s an improvement, too.
I hope one day to be lucky enough to have one of these communist protesting bastards show up at my house to “intimidate” me. I really do.
This is the bestest new poat here all day!!!
1. Yes. It is.
2. I got up early to make breakfast. Hardboiled eggs, chopped up over fresh buttermilk biscuits, and freshly made from a packet sausage gravy, with a big mug of green tea.
3. I watched this last night:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oRg-scSGXM
Yes, almost no story at all, but her movies were never going to be considered high drama. They were love letters to the viewers’ eyes. The trailer doesn’t do it justice. The TCM restoration of her films have been spectacular. Colors that jump into your lap and say “HELLO!”, sometimes some breathtaking scenery, some of it lost to history, talented co-stars who brought witty banter, slapstick, drama, and music, such as Keenan Wynn, Red Skelton, Van Johnson, Ricardo Montalban, and Howard Keel.
These movies won’t make you smarter. They don’t inspire deep thought. But if you don’t find yourself smiling, at least for a minute or too, then your troubles are dire indeed.
Hooray, Dick! I, of course, miss both my parents … but I REALLY miss my Dad.
Ahhh…. The good old days are coming back.
http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/manhattan/hero_unwelcome_Zi3u1fwtRpo87vXAiAQfSN
Clint, my dad’s been living on borrowed time for the past six or seven years.
I hang out with him as often as I can now.
How come none of that leftist shit happens around my place? *Thinks about moving to Berkley … to join the ‘fun’*
If it ever happened around here, you’d see a bunch a rednecks climb out of their pickups and start breaking things.
And why wasn’t I around when the nekkid broads were out showing off their goods?
Wow, I guessed wrong on the author of this poat.
Okay, Roamy. Who were ya betting on?
You, Dick! š
**checks punctuation
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qg4YJZZV_Yc&feature=player_embedded
*looks at Roamy, shakes head, and laughs*
Moving furniture around yesterday inspired some more spring cleaning (well, that and the FBI guy coming around on Tuesday….). It’s been over two years since the place got a good cleaning, so there’s a lot of junk covering a lot of dust and pet hair.
While the spirit is willing, the flesh is (literally) weak – I’m just now starting to realize the limitations of my stamina with this MG. And it sucks. Mostly because I LOOK perfectly fine, so nobody – myself included – THINKS there’s anything wrong.
So I’m sitting here taking a break, throwing myself a pity party. Anyone else wanna jump in and feel sorry for themself? There’s plenty of room in the pool….
Pity parties are a waste of time. *Farts.*
Anyone else wanna jump in and feel sorry for themself?
Homey don’t play dat shit.
FTR, my pity parties never last long – I just take a break to shake my fist at the world and drink a nice cold beverage. If available, I also indulge in chocolate….
Iām just now starting to realize the limitations of my stamina with this MG. And it sucks.
Yep. You do some work, rest for a while, do some more, rest a while. I start out with a list of things I need to do, and if I get any at all done, it’s a good day.
I wrap my joints, grab a coke, pop some Tylenol and get back to the job.
Great poat.
Thanks for the advice on the last poat.
*runs nekkid through poat*
Yea me!!!! I saw Aggie run through nekkid!
Quite perky I might add.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
I always am š
Taking a break from the girl scout stuff. Had fun at the scrapbooking class, too. I have a feeling this evening is going to suck, seeing as I am in charge of putting the booth together.
Roamy, I think you and I have similar energy issues, albeit for different reasons. I do the same thing – start off the day with good intentions, but my body reminds me quite forcefully that YOU.WILL.NOT.DO.THAT.
The scary thing is that I don’t often know that I’ve overdone until after the fact. And I’ve been told that if I have a “Myasthenic Crisis”, it is an emergency situation that CANNOT be ignored. I had a taste of what one feels like the other night, and it was scary.
I was telling a friend Friday night that I now understand what asthmatics feel like when they can’t catch a breath; they can oftentimes make things better with an inhaler, but with MG, it isn’t that there isn’t enough air in the lungs, it’s that the muscles that surround the lungs can’t work.
I’m still on the learning curve.
But I understand what you were talking about the other day Roamy, about waking up and wondering if “this” is your new normal….
Went and looked at a job this morning. This afternoon I’m being lazy.
Daughter #3 brought me all of the Mr. Goodbars she didn’t want.
Yay, me!
Chocolate makes everything better….
Mr Goodbars rule.
I wrap my joints…
I assume you mean your knees, ankles, elbows, etc., and not the other kind of joints?
‘Cuz when I read that the first time….
I was able to drive Rocketboy to volunteer at the K of C breakfast, so it’s a good day.
My right elbow mostly, Teresa.
Most days, it hurts to pick up a cup of coffee right handed.
Our old dog is taking a nap.
Her legs are twitching, and she is snoring.
Mr. TiFW is just snoring….
I hope Teresa and Roamy get to feeling better.
Chocolate makes everything betterā¦
*whimper*
Sucks to get old, huh, Dick?
The past few years I’ve been feeling aches in places I didn’t even know were there when I was a spry young thing!
You taking it easy today, Roamy?
Ya should be.
Sucks to get old, huh, Dick?
That’s what people keep telling me, but I find it more of an adventure.
Good attitude, Dick. Life is an adventure, even when doing something as simple as making coffee every morning š
Ya just have to look at things a bit differently sometimes.
It’s either that or get depressed, and we all should remember that depression is nothing more than misplaced anger without any real enthusiasm.
Dick, yes and no. This morning, I dropped off Rocketboy for his volunteer work, went to church, came back and had an awesome K of C breakfast with the family, waved them off to church, picked up some groceries, came home and put away the groceries by myself (three trips up the stairs carrying stuff). Now I’m resting.
I never thought I’d get to the point where carrying my own groceries was a point of pride.
Don’t push too hard, Roamy, whatever ya do. Those hydraulics you’re packing probably don’t react well to excess pressure.
It’s the first day I’ve felt well enough to drive since Tuesday. I think I’m gettin accustomed to the new meds. Heartrate is right at 100, so that’s an improvement, too.
Ok, time for me to get the stuff done and packed up. Then I get to put a tog on little one. Then I get to pray this goes well.
*give Roamy and Teresa hugs*
*gooses Dick*
Put a TOGA on little one.
*needs a drink*
**hands Aggie a bottle of wine
I’m gonna have to drive this road.
http://latino.foxnews.com/latino/lifestyle/2011/02/17/mezcal-tequilas-country-cousin-finds-spotlight/#ixzz1EM168vRl?test=faces
Aggie, I do hope that was your finger.
Roamy, glad things seem to be evening out for ya.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1foKI85AZc
From the Libyan protests.
The guy on the second pole from the left is my kinda guy.
http://tiny.cc/ywh9y
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V58E50YUqSk
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…….
I NEED A DRINK.
Well, get one.
Got one, Dick.
Aaaaahhhhh…….
I had a glass of wine with dinner, and it was not nearly enough
I don’t think one will be enough for me, either, Roamy.
Better pace myself…
I had a couple of toddy’s and I’m done for the night.
Watched old James Bond flicks and that was more than enough excitement.
I watched a couple of old Tyrone Power movies.
Which Bond flicks?
I feel like watching From Russia With Love.
We did The Man With The Golden Gun.
Wanted to watch Live and Let Die, but the download speeds sucked.
Still, can’t go wrong with Christopher Lee.
Tyrone had some good stuff in the day.
I always enjoy Bogart flicks cause of the cheese level.
For some odd reason *hands over man card in advance* I feel this urge to watch Grease and South Pacific.
I love The African Queen.
Mr. Allnut: Rosie, Rosie!!
Rosie: Charlie! Charlie!!
Mr. Allnut: Rosie, Rosie!!!
Nazi: Who is that woman!
Mr. Allnut: I dunno.
Grease is not a chick flick, really, and it and
South Pacific have hawt wimmins.
*hands man card back*
That was a classic ending.
OOoh, South Pacific. I could go for that.
Starting a big restoration gig in the morning, which should take a while.
You ladies have a wonderful evening.
G’night
G’night, Dick!
Good night, Dick.
Aggie, let’s go give BiW a group hug on the new poat.
South Pacific also has terrific music!
“Good night, dick.”
One of the last things I say every night just prior to sleep onset …
*snicker.*