A friend of ours' birthday is today. Yesterday her 80-year-old mother was killed in a collision with a semi. Holy Moses.
I would do Bruce Dickinson in a hot minute.
I think I'm a foam roller believer.
I go to the gym on Tuesdays, and boy, do I not heal as quickly as I used to. I'm super sore the next day, better Thursday, but often still a little sore even on Friday. On the one hand, this keeps me from working out more often. On the other hand, my trainer, Andy, keeps track of everything and makes it harder so it never gets easy.
Anyway, Andy told me you can't do much for it except drink a lot of water to flush it out. But fitness bloggers often talk about using "foam rollers" to massage out the stiffness, so I finally ordered one.
Trying to use it by myself didn't do much for me, but when I asked J to help me tonight, it was amazing. He used it all over me and I hope the neighbors couldn't hear me moaning and groaning. Ow ow ooh ow ow. Afterward I felt SO invigorated. I'm still sore - especially my abs, which we couldn't really roll. Besides squashing my innards, I'm super ticklish. As in, I will never get a pedicure, don't touch the backs of my legs, my whole midsection is totally off limits! Ha ha.
Anyway. We'll see how I feel tomorrow, but for now, foam roller thumbs up.
I tried hard to delete an entry, but I don't think it worked! Sunday was Tyler's birthday, not her adoption day. So expect a very similar post in five months. :p I get nouns wrong when I'm verklempt, apparently.
Fourteen years ago we looked at every kitten in the shelter and brought home the cutest one, our feisty little girl with the boldest heart and loudest purr in the world.
Husband more or less accurately described Milla Jovivich as "that Russian chick you have the hots for." Lulz.
Ugh, our primary is tomorrow, which means I don't have to work till afternoon, which means I work till midnight, which means free pizza I guess.
Aw. I came upon our sweet intern, who is from Qatar, in the bathroom, splashing water on her face. Her nose was red and she looked sad, so I asked whether she was okay. "No, I'm sick," she said. I patted her arm, and she gave me the saddest, most woeful look. "I'm not used to this weather," she confided. The poor thing!
Ooh, finally lost that dead half a toenail! :-)
Guess who started to doze off in a meeting today.
I feel like our couch smells farty. I blame J, of course.
1. I did our taxes today, and the past couple of years they've really improved the online stuff. Whew.
2. Then I talked to my mom on the phone for an hour and a half. She's been seeing an eagle around the farm and foresees that they are going to become A Problem just like when they reintroduced otters and they OMG ATE ALL THE FISH. Also poor people shouldn't have tattoos. I wanted to die after about 15 minutes. Give me strength.
Apparently "an insurance guy" visited J's mother and said her life insurance policy "might lose value" and "he seemed nice " so she "signed a bunch of papers." Give me strength.
Cramps are dumb.
The drummer in j's band slipped on the ice and broke her shoulder.
My job is wearing me out.
I dream about our new cat(s) pretty regularly now.
I still miss Tyler every day.
So this week the state treasurer came by the office for an interview, accepted a cup of coffee, hated it and didn't drink it.
I made that coffee !!
He IS a republican, though. One who sexually harasses male staff members. So what does he know.
Oh, journalism. You so crazy.
Finally the weather is a little less complete ass.
We had a nice low-key day today - went over to see J's mom and took her out to lunch and shopping (she doesn't drive). When we got home I called my mom, who has the flu and bronchitis and was in the hospital for a couple of days recently. She sounded pretty puny. Poor mom. My brother lives with her and my sister's been coming by a lot, so she has lots of help.
Don't think I've ever worn a hat AND earmuffs before. Thank goodness it's supposed to be above zero tomorrow.
Pet was never mourned as you,
Purrer of the spotless hue,
Plumy tail, and wistful gaze
While you humoured our queer ways,
Or outshrilled your morning call
Up the stairs and through the hall -
Foot suspended in its fall -
While, expectant, you would stand
Arched, to meet the stroking hand;
Till your way you chose to wend
Yonder, to your tragic end.
Never another pet for me!
Let your place all vacant be;
Better blankness day by day
Than companion torn away.
Better bid his memory fade,
Better blot each mark he made,
Selfishly escape distress
By contrived forgetfulness,
Than preserve his prints to make
Every morn and eve an ache.
From the chair whereon he sat
Sweep his fur, nor wince thereat;
Rake his little pathways out
Mid the bushes roundabout;
Smooth away his talons’ mark
From the claw-worn pine-tree bark,
Where he climbed as dusk embrowned,
Waiting us who loitered round.
Strange it is this speechless thing,
Subject to our mastering,
Subject for his life and food
To our gift, and time, and mood;
Timid pensioner of us Powers,
His existence ruled by ours,
Should - by crossing at a breath
Into safe and shielded death,
By the merely taking hence
Of his insignificance -
Loom as largened to the sense,
Shape as part, above man’s will,
Of the Imperturbable.
As a prisoner, flight debarred,
Exercising in a yard,
Still retain I, troubled, shaken,
Mean estate, by him forsaken;
And this home, which scarcely took
Impress from his little look,
By his faring to the Dim
Grows all eloquent of him.
Housemate, I can think you still
Bounding to the window-sill,
Over which I vaguely see
Your small mound beneath the tree,
Showing in the autumn shade
That you moulder where you played.
In further "my husband is a wonder of modern medical science" news, J (to make a long story short) had a dissolving stitch or two from one of his surgeries - the most recent going on 30 years ago - not dissolve, work its way to the surface in the back of his throat, causing a sore throat, an abscess, a couple rounds of antibiotics, a "what the EFF" in the mirror, and some snippy snip at an otolaryngologist, who was younger than the stitches in question.
Srsly. WTF. Only J.
The disorganized state of both our home and our finances is reflected in the fact that J just found our last year's state tax refund while cleaning. Xmas is saved!
Well, she posted a video of herself painting her darling kitty, Bun. And that's when I decided to commission her to paint a picture of Tylerkitty for posterity.
I sent her one of our favorite pictures of Tyler.
And I sent her some pics of Tyler's favorite toy, Fishy, and asked if she could find a way to include it.
And wow. I could not be happier.
If you have anything you'd like painted, please commission Kelly. Or if you have any notecard, print, coffee mug, or other art needs, please order it from her store.
I took the Friday after thanksgiving off for the first time in years. It was great to have a long weekend. We had an okay time with the in-laws meeting this year's crop of pets (don't get me started with the revolving door and the not spaying and neutering and so in and so forth, but meantime, pups to cuddle for me, at least).
Really need to stop spraining my arm patting myself on the back for losing 25 pounds and maybe start losing the next 25. I'm pretty stalled. Still going to the gym and running, though!
We are past the worst time, but Tyler's absence still weighs heavy.
When we get our next pets, I feel like it will be really weird that they won't be her. We want them to be her.
Otherwise things are okay. Work work work. Looking forward to Thanksgiving, one of my favorite holidays.
My dream last night that Adam invited me to go to Larry's wedding with him was pretty awesome.