Thursday, March 06, 2014
I got to see my newest cousin last Saturday. Kevin came into the world on 2/28 at 12:30, all 9lbs, 10 oz and 21 inches of him.
Then I decided to get the girls new collars (Gypsy's was ripping). Gypsy got her normal red collar. So lovely on her shiny black coat:
I couldn't resist going Ghetto Fabulous with Tazzy. Check out her new bling:
Tuesday was boy "child's" birthday. He's 20! I felt old for a while but got over it. He's just catching up to me. (No picture, he is at the stage he is hiding from the camera like it is going to steal his soul!)
I also limited myself to ONE puczki on Tuesday so that was really good.
This morning, while driving to work I was rear ended on Lake Shore. My car was pushed into the retaining wall at the Bryn Mawr exit. At first I thought my car was totaled. Then my friend (who is a mechanic) told me about a kill switch on many car models. We found mine and I was able to drive home. The majority of the damage is to the back left of the car, although the front right bumper is missing.
I had been doing well avoiding "junk". I did pass on the bottle of wine hubby wanted to buy me this am. He thinks I need to "calm my nerves". He did, however, get me some Cadbury eggs. He says chocolate might be the only hope he and the boy child have with the stress this is causing. I'm not certain he is right and I have so far avoided them. Yeah me.
As of Tuesday, the splint on my finger is gone. Hurts like the dickens but I just can't stand it anymore. I have to be able to type for work. Hunt and peck was driving me loony tunes! So I'm just sucking it up and dealing with the pain. The pain is easier to put up with than the aggravation.
So that is my week in a nutshell. I have a run on Saturday am and it's supposed to snow. Old man winter needs to back the frell down and/or mother nature needs to up the Prozac - either way enough is enough.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Well, bowling last night was fun. I ended up with a 107 average. Not too shabby for someone who hasnít bowled in almost a year! The other couple he bowls with Iíve known since high school, so it was fun to talk with them as adults.
The wine was flowing quite freely, so by the third game I was really feeling no pain. In the seventh frame the ball game off my hand funny. Felt like the knuckle popped. That happens on occasion, so I just finished out the game. Hung out with dad for a bit and headed home.
Woke up at about 3am with my finger throbbing. It was twice itís normal size and blackish purple. Guess what Ė fractured finger!! My middle finger, just above the top joint! Yeah team. All the doctor can do is put a stupid splint on it Ė that just makes my hand a chew toy for the Tazzy monster. And I canít type or work with it on. And Iím walking around flipping people off. I canít exactly deal with this, so Iím just going to suck it up and deal with the pain. See Iíve been through broken/fractured fingers before. This isnít anything new for me.
So Kitty will just push past the finger thing. I will probably tape it up a bit but thatís about it. Iím not wearing the chewy splint.
So I sit here, already over calorie for the day. Iím starving and playing with my jelly belly. Another not so good combo! Makes me depressed and upset with myself. I canít afford to add that to pain.
So Iím pulling out the mini-tramp and trying to get some exercise done. Iím also hoping to find the energy to pull out my ball and work the jelly belly a bit. I so suck at ST. I didnít used to but that was as a teen with softball to think about. Just being disgusted with jelly belly isnít enough motivation I guess. Sad, hun? Oh well, time to put on the big girl panties and get my arse in gear.
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