Saturday, March 29, 2003

Good grief~~has another week gone by already? Well, almost gone, but I generally don't count Sunday as a day of the week. Sundays are boring. Anyway, I have to whine about something right now. I had an appointment with my footsie doc (some people call them podiatrists) this morning. My body decided to zap me with a coughing spree. The coughing began when I tried getting out of my garage. I was a tad late in leaving so did not appreciate it when the door didn't open when I ran over the cable on the floor. This is what the thingie on the floor is supposed to do--open the door.

I backed up three more times to make a run for it and nothing happened. Finally had to get out of the car, dash over to the controls, hit "Open", dash back into the car and finally!! -- roar out into the driveway. Oh, and I was starting to sweat, too. I sweat when I get upset about stuff. Coughing started. It continued all the way to the doc's office. I parked and had one more big vein-popping spasm and wet my pants. Well, of course I was pissed. In more ways than one, apparently. Good thing I had black slacks on.

I managed to croak out a "good morning" to receptionist and it was just a minute before I was ushered into a room and installed in the (usually) comfy recliner that makes your stinky feet easily reachable by the doc. It is also cranked up to his level and too high for me to get down. I wanted a cup of water desparately. God almighty I was miserable!! Then Happy Feet came in, buzzsawed the callouses on my feet balls, clipped my 9" nails and gave me a cortisone shot.

Janet, the tech who doubles as a fellow volunteer at our hospital, came in with her dream machine and gave me that really neat-o treatment with the warm ultra-sound "massage". I let her do most of the talking as I was having a cough reprieve and didn't want to rock the boat, or pee some more. Finally, I was done and could get back in my car and cough for a while before going to the library.

Had a few squirts of urine escape during that episode too, but by now I really didn't care. I was able to stay far enough away from people in the library, though, just in case there may have been an olefactory issue if anyone got near me. Boy, was I happy to get home and out of my slacks and stinky underwear!! And the coughing finally subsided, too. Whew! There ain't no place like home. Rambo was, I thought, a little cool in getting close to me when I first got home, but I guess I can't blame him.

The episode was exactly like those I used to get when I was smoking, which I thought was weird. This time I can legitimately blame it on a cold I've been nursing for a couple weeks. (I used to lie when people heard me coughing during my smoking days, I'd tell 'em I had a cold). So that was my exciting day. And yours?
posted by Lorraine 4:16 PM 
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Friday, March 28, 2003

I need to clear the clutter~~from my mind so I got a couple things to say here. First, I want to report that I am tackling the big job of cooking a piece of salmon filet, it is raw right now, you know. Jeesh, do you have any idea how many recipes one click on Google "Salmon Recipes" netted me? I found one with a very simple marinade in which I soak that innocent slab of pink fish flesh, then bake it. Ta-Da. Even I should be able to make it edible. I'm so proud. A little nervous, but I think I can handle it. *Gulp*

I read in yesterday's paper that the Nine Scorpions are hearing arguments on a Texas gay sex case. Texas is one of only five states that prohibit sex between same-sex couples. Thirty-seven states have statutes where sodomy laws have been repealed by lawmakers or blocked by state courts.
[Dateline: Washington] "...Houston police arrested two gay men after bursting in on a bedroom scene that would have been legal for a heterosexual couple, setting in motion an emotional debate over gay rights that landed at the Supreme Court on Wednesday"

All other facts aside, my only question has to be -- What the hell business is it of any law enforcing agency to "burst" into a private citizen's bedroom?????? I am SO tired of "government" telling citizens what they can do in their own homes. I am equally sick of "government" intruding on women's privacy issues regarding their reproductive choices, which should only be between the women and their physicians. Good grief, does this stink or what? Are we becoming a "police state"? Sure seems like our personal civil rights are being chipped away........slowly and maliciously.

Okey-dokey, rant mode off.
posted by Lorraine 11:12 AM 
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Hey, before I forget~~I just thought of this helpful hint and if I don't post it right now it will disappear into that vast empty space somewhere in the rear of my brain. In this age of material excesses I suppose most women wouldn't even think of saving a pair of pantyhose or knee-highs if it had a "run" in it, right? Well, pooh. Just take the brush from your bottle of clear nail polish and dab it on the end of the "run", and maybe the beginning, too. Obviously this will stop it from running any further. So? Ever hear of this idea? Will you ever use this idea? -- Probably not.
posted by Lorraine 10:35 AM 
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Tuesday, March 25, 2003

I don't know when~~regular network programs will return to their proper line-ups, but in the interim (Waaahhh, I miss Third Watch--ER--CSI:Crime Scene Investigation--Law & Order SVU--blah blah blah) I am doing a lot of surfing at the cable stations. My favorite is Animal Planet. No, it's TLC. Well maybe it's A&E....Arggghhhhh. Anyway.

I watched "Pet Psychic" on AP last night. The star of the show has the most fascinating, precise British accent I have ever heard. I love to hear her talk. She also dresses in natty blazers with a long silky scarf casually draped around her neck. Her hairdo is to die for. Ummmmm, now where was I? Oh yeah, the show. I cannot, for the life of me, figure out how she does it---this psychic connection I mean, "talking" to animals and getting replies from them? I don't think so.

Hold on now, I am getting to the point here, OK? A woman & her cat, and the veterinarian who treated her pet, was explaining the cat's serious medical problems to whatshername, referred to the cat's human as "Sweety's Guardian -- know what I'm saying here? See, we do not OWN our pets, we are their "guardians". I have heard this idea expressed before, it sounds kind of nice, doesn't it? Unfortunately, if I tell people I live with a crazy cat named Rambo and I am his guardian, they might just back away from me and excuse themselves............some people may not be as progressive a thinker as me. *sigh*
posted by Lorraine 9:57 AM 
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