September 17th, 2009

newavi

Wednesday, September 16



Nice day. Started in sunshine... got cloudy. eh.
It appears that I have got myself another hernia.
an "inguinal" hernia.
I've had two... one on each side...
and I think this is a re-injury of the second one.
It was always wonky after the fix.
Now it's like I've got this soft, smooshy mars bar hidden under the skin on my abdomen.
It's not acute yet.
So I'll be given an appointment to see the specialist...
And he'll schedule an operation at some distant time...
Unless I make wincy, ouchy, pathetic noises when he checks me out.
Then he'll think it's acute and schedule the operation right away.
Except I don't want it until after the skate season and in that murky time before ski season kicks in.
So I can get a "month to heal" in under my belt.
And meanwhile, I can't do any weight work at the gym, except when seated or lying down.
But this is no hardship.
You can almost everything with weights for your legs, arms and shoulders lying down.

la la la...

wearing
~ yeah... ok, so I start with ginch... fine, everybody does.
but then it's sox. These set the tone for the rest of the days clothes.
I started in white... nice jeans, nice white dress shirt, argyle sweater.
15 seconds into this... I felt hot... uncomfortable.
So I changed. Dark sox, dark dress pants, different white shirt... same sweater.
And then I made and drank a delicious peach smoothy ... brushed my teeth... and decided I hated what I was wearing.
So... brown sox. Beige trousers... this dark green shirt.
Then... I killed myself.
planning
~ eh... wednesday madness.
~ long day that vanishes in the blink of an eye.
~ and I managed to make it to my doc appointment at 11 and the gym for lunch. :)
wishing
~ I would stop getting fucking hernias.
~ that the hunters of heads bring good gifts to ayoub
~ and that all well with daddy-o in the land of odyssey_road. :)

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September 15, 2009
(last night)
The night Geo practically begged me to help his get sorted on shaving his upper lip.
It was very black peach fuzzy cute...
... and I understand his pain. lol.
:)
So it's gone now.

//
Both kids stayed home from school today.
Sick. Colds.
They've both gone to bed sniffling...
... but we're expecting to send them to school tomorrow. :(
Apparently the entire school (Geo's high school) is sick-with-a-cold.
Plague!
Sigh.
(as I pop another handful of Cold-FX.)

/
I am honestly shocked to realize that tomorrow is Thursday.
The week is almost over.
And ... it feels like it only just started.
Time... she is a speedy little tart.

~ kceeya.
s-7

Survivor XIX: Pre-Show!!

Survivor XIX: S’Moa



Dom Jeff Wants Them Angry



Survivor 19
[ :: Click Here to see MAPS of this Survivor Season :: ]
Ok… Round Nineteen.
Can Dom Jeff pull off another season without killing any of the assembled cast members?
Tonight is the first episode.
… and here are my first impressions of the campers based on their Survivor Bio’s.


Ash: 22, a hoe and a princess.
Ben: 28, Marlborow Man gay.
Betsy: COP. 48, but that hardly matters.
Brett: 23 and Threadless.
Dave: 38 eats babies… careful.
Elizabeth: 33 Korean American Attourny: AKA cannon fodder.
Erik: 28, closet raging homosexual
Jaison: 28, Elizabeth’s bitch
John: 25, ROCKET SCIENTIST
Kelly: 25, hoe, but the adorable little one… that sneaks up on ya.


Laura: 39, religious cannon fodder
Marisa: 26, hottie, and will win.
Mick: 33, shaves his chest Doctor.
Mike: 200, giant head. (and can cook!)
Monica: 25, little entitlement issues hoe
Natalie: 26, going to use her background in pharmaceutical sales in the game!!!!! ?
Russell 1: 36, giant penis
Russell 2: 42, giant black penis
Shannon: 45, big 1985 hair and a marine. Be afraid.
Yasmin: 33, another hair stylist, and possibly a contender!!

See ya soon. :)
newavi

Thursday, September 17



Phineas: "Removing prepositions makes it more condescending."

wearing
~ whatever I was wearing when I woke up... for most of the day.
Well... ok. Jeans for woodshop, and nicer jeans for dentist. :)
planning
~ was planning to work...
~ plans changed when Ed's throat was still too sore to go back to school. So I stayed home with his little plague stricken self. :)
~ work on ramp stuff...
~ dentist appointment at 4... "parents night" at Geo's high school... meeting his teachers etc. Nice. :)
wishing
~ for peace to find it's way back into nontradstudent brain...
~ that bratt72 doesn't listen to the wing nuts...
~ and that pasticcio goes with B

Birthday moments...
Happy birthday Kristy... (kristylicious). May the beads, bits, baubles and charms... bring great happiness.
You are a superstah... yes you are.

//
To wring the greatest pleasures out of the only life you will ever get...
You must have passions.

/
If I was biting you,
It would hurt.
But it wouldn't leave any marks.

k... time to go. Got lunches to make. :)