tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95821142008-10-10T18:22:11.918-07:00What can I tell you - my beloved little seaside haven has been deemed a small city, which, among other things, vexes me. Here in the ah...you know. City. Herein, please find an assortment of rambling, ranting, meandering stream of consciousness babble and questions, of both mind-numbingly small and cosmic proportions. Need a place to put it all. Suffice it to say I am an eclectic work in progress, who can safely guess her blog will be, too.Karynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16454832927860410268noreply@blogger.comBlogger802125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9582114.post-48576317954082642882008-10-10T18:17:00.000-07:002008-10-10T18:22:11.926-07:00

Made a plan...and it didn't work out and I'm thoroughly frustrated with this day, and, oh, let's see, the last four days of sickness and fever and the prospect of flying solo for the next four days and Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! I need something soothing, stat.

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Or Saleing. Either way, I think I'm taking a trip to the hallowed halls of commerce tomorrow in order to try on a certain item as it has been further reduced in price. I can almost partly justify this kind of. 1. It's pretty. 2. All your comments were positive. 3. S can borrow it sometimes which is being environmentally friendly or something. 4. It will help the economy. 5. It is a

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So.......W. has a fever. Has had for the past few days. Also, a sure sign he's unwell, he's not hungry, not eating much, and forgive me but we are among friends here, he's cranking out some rancid fumes. Now also schnooky in his nose and rumbly in his chest. It was only a matter of time, I guess. You want to guess what's next? Yah. Yah. Guess who has a little old fever of her own and awoke

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A little while ago, I wrote about how I didn't really GET the whole financial crisis or why the government should use taxpayer money to bail out private industries. Some people have tried explaining this to me, and while I confess loathesome ignorance and failure-to-grasp-it-itis, I do know that I don't want more people out of work or more people losing their homes. I've got a conscience, you

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Don't ask. Let's all just go with it and be grateful while it lasts, shall we?

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You know when you're stuck between a rock and the proverbial hard place? You know those stupid insurance ads with the newly post-adolescent twerps bemoaning their scary new adult status, yapping about "I'm there"? Well move over, junior. I'M there. Sometimes, in your heart of hearts, you just know what you have to do. Sometimes, if you scrape away the exterior trappings, you are left with

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Today I was able to speak with the lovely KMT via an instant messager. This is no small thing, as KMT now lives really REALLY far away and is in a slightly different time zone. She seems well adjusted to her new surroundings and no surprise , has made friends. But I love that no matter how much time or space gets between us, she can jump into the fray and get into my head in a heartbeat and,

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Well. Physical... in the "physical therapy" sense. I had PT today, and it was good. Part of my routine there will entail stumping up and down practice stairs with a cane (very dignified) and having my ankle wrapped in ice. There is also a foot / calf massage and the TENS machine which is a little low level electrocution device. It shoots electricity through the electrodes and into your

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As in, "shaking with anger". As in, "shaking with nerves". As in, "shaking with anxiety". A whole, great big lot. Going on. Right here, right now. Alllllllll day. Man o man, I am not a happy bunny.

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Or maybe not. I don't know anymore. Let me back up... It was a good day, for the most part. I accomplished a lot. I did things which were a) necessary and b) nurturing . I did good parent things. And for a fleeting moment, I really began to believe I was going to be able to make great, spiritually necessary, long awaited things happen. And then, around 9pm, I relaxed for 55 minutes.

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Had a physical today, for which I was apparently grossly overdue. The doctor, whom I quite like, pronounced me very healthy "except for the broken ankle thing". But since it's 98% healed, I think that's still a good report under any circumstances. He was not very happy with me for discontinuing a couple of medications about....oooh...20 months ago, but since there have been no ill effects (ie:

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A financial expert I am not. A political guru I am not. However. With all the economic turmoil going on... I am affected. Or will be. I think. I've worked really hard to build my credit up again after trashing it in my early twenties...then building it up...only to have it collapse again when - well, never mind, that's not the point here - and now it's good again. It has me stymied, how

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Tomorrow I start physical rehabilitation! Woot! I'm currently sitting here with a sheaf of papers resembling a phone book in thickness, trying to paint a good picture of my situation for the nice Physical Therapist who's going to be stuck dealing with me twice per week after tomorrow. Woot again! Today I went to the supermarket. And I WALKED through the whole place. I closely resembled

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So for those of you who have felt the absence of visual stimuli.... I offer you The Cast: Then the cast came off. And this is what I'm left with: So now. Don't you think this trench? jacket? coat? would go beautifully with my hair and titanium hardware? Anyway...I'm walking. I look like a peg-legged pirate trying to walk off a night's debauchery, but I'm doing it on my own and without

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Oh yea! El Dotore cut me out of my blue fiberglass casing - WITH A SAW - then took some extremely gnarly x-rays and pronounced it the most splendiferous ankle he'd ever seen. More or less. So I'm out! PT twice a week, and if I work my patootie off, I can expect to realistcally be free to move about the country (or whatever) in a month. Woot! I am not posting photos of the leg hair growth,

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So it's technically Friday. I'm just going to post now in case I'm unable to get it done later. I'm having an anxiety attack. It started off just angsty and heated and frustrated and sad with the stuff which, pardon me for taking liberties here, I think any normal person with the emotional capacity of, say, a thimble, would feel heated and frustrated and sad about. And then......I thought it

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And just WHY Waterloo Sunset, you may ask. Well, I'll tell you. I love love love this song - I get it - but I can't get it out of my head. This track is really under my skin in a major way... I wake up in the night and it's running through my head as though on an incessant loop. It's been like this for about three or four days now. So, here it is. What's annoying is that you would *think*

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In a couple days, I will visit the orthopedic surgeon for a little check up and see how this wretched break has healed thus far. Say it with me: COMPLETELY. At least I hope so. I'm hoping he will proclaim it the most beautifully healed ankle he's ever seen, saw the cast off of me (and gak, if you don't think the idea of someone CUTTING ME OUT of a cast is a little unnerving, especially when the

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http://politsk.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah_13.html Okay, it's time for a little election levity. This is not a time to bash Sarah Palin or that other asshat who's running for Veep, but a time to have FUN and laugh a little at the wacked out naming process some people employ when they name their offspring. (Note. Also not a time to laugh AT other people's offspring or their unbelieveably

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Make that "men". The inimitable SDS and her friend R decided after Friday's barrage of pirate jokes that I am not getting out enough. I was informed that I would be picked up this morning at ten, and if any more jokes of that caliber were sent, the computer would be taken away in short order. While the latter wasn't appealing, the former was, so I agreed to comply. J. has NO fall clothes

Karynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16454832927860410268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9582114.post-91601334753219514122008-09-21T20:53:00.000-07:002008-09-22T14:56:49.468-07:00

You know what would make things even more great than they already are? You know what would be a total morale booster? You know what would feel AWESOME? If I got a cold! Yeah! That would ROCK! Woot! Bring on the tissues! And the Zicam.

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It seems that's what I mostly have time for these days. I WAIT for the next doctor's appointment. I WAIT for the bones to knit. I WAIT for my x-ray resuls. I WAIT for pain meds to kick in. I WAIT for a ride, everywhere, every time I WAIT for freedom I WAIT for sleep to overtake me, not just because I am tired, but to blot out the endless stream of days I'll never get back, to obliterate my acute

Karynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16454832927860410268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9582114.post-43312444659692702702008-09-19T12:39:00.000-07:002008-09-20T17:51:46.456-07:00

Q: Why are Pirates called "Pirates"? (See A:, below) Yarr, it be Talk Like A Pirate Day today, mateys. I thought twere just here in the colonies but apparently it be Talk Lke A Pirate Day elsewhere, as me fellow wench M.W. informed me earlier. Unfortunately, M.W. is fit to be tied ( and possibly walkin' the plank), as her ebullient effort to talk like a pirate resulted in some great

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Yes. Yes they do. And occasinally, they ask. "Gee, what'd you DO?" So I tell them. I think they are vaguely disappointed that I don't have a rollicking good tale of adventure, intrigue, and glamour for them....which is justifiable, because as we all know, that's how I roll, yo. Actually, I roll too fast according to the Rehab staff and a few other hardy souls who thought they were in the

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Nothing to see here today...busy busy.... back tomorow.

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