Tuesday, September 25, 2012

The chiropractic magic

So I went to a chiropractor a couple of weeks ago, and he took "film" of the spine etc. Yesterday I went back and got to check out said film. It wasn't pretty. I have scurvy. Well, not scurvy but my spine bends in ways it shouldn't. No wonder I can't get any dates. You can at least see my neck on the left...note the black line shows how the neck should go...notice my neck, not on the black line. The photo on the right basically shows the same thing on my lower back...quite the arch going. I slump. A lot. Apparently.

He, of course, offered a fabulous 8 week course of visits to improve the back situation. I will say, he managed to crack my back twice and my neck. Rather magnificently I have to tell you. It made my back feel immensely better even if it did worry me that with the wrong crack I could end up permanently disabled.  I'm trying to figure out how to pay for the regiment since I don't want to die early with a weird bent forward head and wacked back.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Soooo happy

Well, every part of my body hurts, most especially my poor arms, and I had to clean a hell of a mess, but the master bed room is now done, so I am happy. The wretched border is gone, (totally failed to get pictures of the mess that taking down wall paper causes.)

You can't really tell, but the walls are a pale blue which looks quite lovely behind the curtains which are FINALLY up since I have gotten the border down and painted. It just makes me so damn happy.

On the other hand, now that I fully appreciate what a misery wallpaper removal is, I look around the house and want to sob quietly...big kitchen...green bathroom...master bath. Sigh. Hateful. Truly hateful.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Back in the shark tank

Truthfully, this time I might have fallen backwards into the tank. Strange. I met up with PR this week at a local watering hole. She is much more friendly and talkative to people than I am (this is where we reference the fact that although I may have started life as a fairly friendly outgoing extrovert these days, I just don't really like people.)

At any rate, guy across the bar was eating food we thought looked pretty good. Before you know it, he's moved over to our side and is chatting it up. Very nice guy. From out of town, moving to Dallas as soon as he packs up his worldly possessions and returns. At the end of the night, he asked me out for last night.

As a side note, I woke up yesterday in mortal pain. In fact, I had to call PR to be sure I had only had the usual 2 drinks. Not more. It felt like I had more. A lot more. Like a whole lot more. At any rate, we met back up last night and had a very lovely evening.

That's all I'm giving you for now. Oh, let's just call this one the Salesman. And I don't mean in that swarmy fake way. More in the charming, good looking, why did I just buy that when I didn't need it way.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

The medical community should be guilt ridden

So, I went for my wellness check up last week. I'll admit it's been a while since my last one, but since I was reminded recently that we get one FREE wellness checkup a year, what the hell. While I was there, the doctor asked if I wanted to get some blood tests done. Since I'm a girl without a gall bladder, I thought it might be a good idea. Make sure everything is working the way it should.

I got a blue cross benefits explanation today. I'm not totally positive, but I'm pretty sure my blood went like two different places and cost about $2000. With the possibility of  my paying about $400. And by the way, I'm fine. Perfectly healthy. Except for the heart attack I wanted to have when I saw that bullshit.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Living in total squalor. Total. Squalor.

It's actually impressive. There are bits and pieces of  recently destroyed toys all over the place. Gracie, it turns out, although utterly adorable. Potties inside. A lot. Thank God I have laminated floors. They are being put to the test. It's tiresome. I adore her. But it is tiresome. How do you teach a four year old dog to NOT potty indoors? Any and all advice would be greatly appreciated.

The kitchen is a total disaster. There is food that has just plain gone bad in the fridge, but I can't throw it out until trash day. Trash day is Friday. That's a long time from now, especially because it partly depends on my remembering to throw the bad food out.

I could be cleaning right now. Instead I'm sitting on the comfy chair with Gracie draped across me watching TV. Not doing anything worthwhile. Just watching TV. I'm gonna regret this later. I'm sure of it.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Now totally determined

So we are a high school filled with tradition and school spirit. One of the things that makes the school unique is our Pipe Band with kilts. The plaid of the kilt is actually registered in Scotland. It was made for them, and only the band at the school can order the material. Pretty cool, right? 

About 10 years ago, as part of our yearbook concept we borrowed the kilts and had different leaders of the school pictured in the opening of the book wearing the kilts. 

Last spring, we knew we wanted to do that again. Only this time, I have been getting the run around. At first it was that everyone wants to borrow them, so no one gets to. But we had already borrowed them before. Then it was I can order the material and have non official piper kilts made. Ok.  Then it was no. And just find a pattern that is similar (harder to do than you might think) AND I'm being told no one will really notice that it isn't the right tartan. HA. It will absolutely be noticed. 

At this point, we have to change what we are doing for the yearbook. Fine, we'll do something else. BUT I am not done with this.

Causee now I'm pissed. So, I went online. Found the registery. And I have contacted a company in Scotland about having an official school tartan registered.  Yeah, yours truly will be the keeper of the control. BAM. If I do nothing else before I retire, I will make it so that the NEW tartan is the one everyone associates with the school. PERIOD. 

As a side note word on the street is that it will take a long time to get it made and it will be very expensive. Good thing I don't retire any time soon and I have a large budget at my disposal.