Tuesday, May 3, 2016

If It Weren't For Bad Luck

 2016 hasn't just been a bad year for celebrities. Apparently, it's hitting right close to home. Meaning, I keep thinking "we'll get through this month and nothing bad will happen. Smooth sailing the rest of the year!" Wrong! We've been having trouble with our (11 year old) car for the last 6 months. We've put well over $1000 dollars into her, but I didn't think that was bad considering it's been a good car and we've never had to put much money into her. So yesterday the hubby got ready to leave for work and the back tire wouldn't spin. Needless to say, he called into work. Next door neighbor owns a mechanic shop so when he got off work he looked at it. Brake pad had disintegrated. He got it to moving, so I'm taking it down to his shop this morning and hoping he can get to it right away. So the hubby is missing another day of work (that we can't afford) and I've got my follow up doctor's visit this afternoon, so I'm hoping they can get it done by noon. Otherwise, I'm going to be scrambling for a ride. Because I need released so I can go back to work full time! (I've worked light duty/half time since Wednesday). And now I've got that stupid Hee Haw song stuck in my head. Just another thing to deal with today!

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Another Update

           I have to wonder if it's the way I was raised? I'm sick. A cold, more than likely. I feel like crap. I should just go to bed and sleep. And yet, here I am, trying to get some work done. I mean, I planned it that way. Surgery on Tuesday, get an organ removed, go home, get a few "no lifting involved" things done while I took a few days to recuperate, feel accomplished. Really? That's what I expected? I mean, I had an organ removed! True, one we don't need to survive, but still. I went to an outpatient center, the doc yanked it out, and I went home two hours later. (Is that not the most amazing thing? It kind of blows my mind--not a wart, not a tooth- a gol-damn organ! and home by noon, for f*ck's sake!)

         Anyway, I didn't like the pain meds, they made me feel like my head was stuffed with cotton. So I Tylenoled it. And apparently got a cold. It took me all morning yesterday to talk myself into calling the doctor to see if I should do something. What, I don't know. But still, you hear about people getting pneumonia after surgery and they had said if I had any problems to call. But I didn't want to 'bother' him/them, or sound like a whiner. Again, for f*ck's sake, I just had surgery three days prior. I wasn't whining! And it's his job--it's what he gets paid for! And he was very nice. (I really like my doctor) Told me to rest, push fluids, NyQuil it, call if symptoms get worse.

        And here I sit at the computer, trying to get some work done and thinking about the Avon order that is sitting in the box in the next room that needs bagged, and telling myself to just GO BACK TO BED!

I will. After I start a load of laundry.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016


I had my surgery this morning. I got lucky and was first in the queue, which meant I was in recovery by 8:30 and home by 11:30, which I find amazing. So I'm on liquids and soft foods for a couple of days (and I'm actually hunger--usually I come out off surgery with no appetite, so this is a bit of a surprise.) Going to spend most of the day in bed, I think, watching the telly and trying to sleep, but I am having some "rising bile" issues, so that might interfere. I wish I had a recliner, that's what I need. So, if you have one and are in my area, feel free to drop it off!

Friday, April 15, 2016

Saturday, April 9, 2016

Life's Little Jokes

I believe I mentioned last month that I had the stomach bug right before I left for Florida. It got better but the pain never fully went away. I became suspicious that it might be my gallbladder, but there was absolutely no way in hell I was going to let any doctor tell me I couldn't go to Chicago. I just prayed (figuratively speaking) that nothing ruptured, because there was nothing keeping me from seeing My British Comedian! Long story short, I went to the doctor, there was a sonogram, and I have a "surgical consult" on Monday. Don't let it be said I don't know what's important in life!

Monday, March 28, 2016

When Dreams Become Real-- A long ramble

So, this might get long, and it's more for my benefit (because I want to remember every moment!) So, if you don't want to read further, just know the whole weekend was brilliant! 

We made it to Chicago Saturday and found our hotel fairly easily. I'm not sure why it never entered my mind, but we got checked in and I wasn't paying 100% attention as we did so, but we were in a very tall building and our room was at the top-- on the 40th floor! For most people, that is probably not a problem, but I have a very bad height phobia--even pictures can make me dizzy, and I'm not even comfortable going higher than 7 or 8 floors. So I kept telling myself it was okay--and it was. I just avoided the window as much as possible! 

We aren't very familiar with Chicago, or it's transportation system, and the man at the desk didn't give us the best advise, so we got a little lost trying to get to the venue. It's funny, because I don't get too excited, I just ask people and go about it, but my husband is wired different and that was a bit difficult for him. I finally asked some police officers standing near, and they actually got on the next bus with us, rode until our stop, got off, and showed us where to wait for the right bus. Honestly, everyone was so nice and we got where we needed to be--hours early. We found a pizza joint, ate a slice, and then went and got in line. We had other "Booshlrs" that were joining us and they arrived soon, so that the 3 hours we stood in line went quickly as we visited and laughed. It's nice to finally be able to put faces to URLs. That's how everyone introduced themselves-- by their Tumblr names instead of their real names. It was the funniest thing, really. We got lucky--Chicago in March can be brutal, but the weather was mild all weekend, great for walking and standing in line. 

Our wait was worth it-- general seating, which meant our little clump of fans got right in the front. I was less than 20 feet from the stage! It was amazing! I now know how those girls felt when The Beatles stepped off the plane. I screamed and laughed myself hoarse! And I clapped so much, my hands were bruised (I wear a handful of rings). I was familiar with the show--after all, he's been touring it off and on across Europe and Australia for the last year and a half. But still, seeing it live, hearing it in his voice, just seeing the expressions on his face, it all felt fresh and new. And there was material that I hadn't seen posted on Tumblr and he does enough improv that there is new stuff even for those who have seen the show multiple times. 

A couple of the girls were hosting a party in their hotel room after the show and we went, but we were so tired, and our train only ran for less than another hour, so we made our goodbyes, found our way back to our overly posh room, and passed out--for about 3 hours. Again, the husband was so worried about being late, that we got to the train station with more than an hour to spare. The train ride home was packed but uneventful. I dozed for most of it. And now I'm home and (still) exhausted. But oh so happy! 

I had hoped to have lots of brilliant photos to post this week, but it didn't really happen. Several reasons, actually. For one, my camera is on its last leg. And of course, they didn't allow photos during the show. Now, some people were brave and did (the one above isn't actually mine, I kind of, uh, borrowed it), but I wasn't taking the chance of getting kicked out. And, although we waited outside for a while, we heard the cast weren't coming out for several hours, and we didn't hang around (partly because we had a train to catch). Some of them that did stay still didn't get to meet him. It would have been a bonus, yes, but at the same time, the show was amazing and we got to sit in the second row, so I'm just going to revel in that (for the rest of my life!). And remind myself that we're never too old for adventures! I know my husband even had a good time (not that I doubted he would) just because he actually visited with some of the others of our group. He's usually content to sit back and people watch. But he actually engaged! (Bonus!)

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Off On An Adventure!

I'm catching a train in a couple of hours to Chicago to go and see this guy. Dreams do come true!

Noel in some of his finer moments… Don’t miss these and MORE during the #NoelFieldingTourUS! http://noelfielding.co.uk/tour/
Posted by Noel Fielding on Friday, March 25, 2016