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withdiamonds at 09:16pm on 23/08/2010
withdiamonds at 09:16pm on 23/08/2010Random shit:
Ashley spent the weekend helping Bill move to Boulder, CO. Just like I thought she would, she fell in love with the place. She's already found us a race to run there.
Tomorrow is Adam's birthday. My baby is going to be 27. He's coming home on Wednesday. Maybe. Colleen starts school tomorrow, so I think that's the plan.
It's weird, two of my children are saying goodbye to their SOs this week. Adam and Colleen are going to attempt the long-distance relationship thing, Bill and Ashley are not.
My fish tank has a ton of white precipitate in it. I did a 60% water exchange and it made no difference whatsoever. I guess I need to get some professional help.
I ran ten miles yesterday and it was wonderful. The pace I wanted, no asthma, since the humidity wasn't bad, nothing hurt, it was awesome. (I'm knocking on every piece of wood I can find that I didn't just jinx myself by saying out loud that I had a good long run.)
Leverage was adorbs last night. It was fun to figure out who everyone was.
Someone finally came to grind up the stump of the giant oak tree we lost this spring. They planted grass and it looks like the tree was never there. That seems so wrong to me.
I made corn chowder with salmon for dinner tonight, and also, Bobby Deen's lighter version of Paula's fried green tomatoes. So good. His recipe had about 1500 calories less than his mother's does, but it was still good. I think it begs the question, though, are fried green tomatoes just an excuse to fry something, plus eat cocktail sauce? Could be.
Larry has been on call since Saturday, and is holding up fairly well. He had some chest pain yesterday, and then looked at me and said, "If anything happens to me, make sure my cousin Karen gets all my genealogy files." *rolls eyes* I just smiled and patted his arm and said I would. He's been eating better, lost a few pounds, using the treadmill the way the cardiac rehab person told him to. He looks like he's nine months pregnant now instead of twelve, and he's lost the puffy face and fat neck. Baby steps. His doctor told him if he doesn't lose the belly, diabetes is next. Yes, he's a doctor, too, and should know these things, why do you ask? I love how I've been saying this shit for years, pointing out his cardiac/diabetic belly and his sedentary lifestyle and been ignored completely, yet when his doctore mentions it, he acts like it's some kind of revelation. I just want to hit him.
The mosque/prayer center situation in NYC makes me so mad I can hardly find the words. Islam =/= terrorism and also, Muslims =/= Nazis. Newt Gingrich should DIAF. People are stupid kind of sums it up, I think. Way to make things worse than they already are. It's no wonder the rest of the world hates the US.
And to end on a fannish note, I've been reading a lot of fic lately, most, but not all, of it good. And this is just a wild guess, but I would imagine not many men scream when they have sex. That's one of my things, really. I haven't slept with that many men over the years, but the ones I have, none of them screamed when they came. I'm just sayin'.
Ashley spent the weekend helping Bill move to Boulder, CO. Just like I thought she would, she fell in love with the place. She's already found us a race to run there.
Tomorrow is Adam's birthday. My baby is going to be 27. He's coming home on Wednesday. Maybe. Colleen starts school tomorrow, so I think that's the plan.
It's weird, two of my children are saying goodbye to their SOs this week. Adam and Colleen are going to attempt the long-distance relationship thing, Bill and Ashley are not.
My fish tank has a ton of white precipitate in it. I did a 60% water exchange and it made no difference whatsoever. I guess I need to get some professional help.
I ran ten miles yesterday and it was wonderful. The pace I wanted, no asthma, since the humidity wasn't bad, nothing hurt, it was awesome. (I'm knocking on every piece of wood I can find that I didn't just jinx myself by saying out loud that I had a good long run.)
Leverage was adorbs last night. It was fun to figure out who everyone was.
Someone finally came to grind up the stump of the giant oak tree we lost this spring. They planted grass and it looks like the tree was never there. That seems so wrong to me.
I made corn chowder with salmon for dinner tonight, and also, Bobby Deen's lighter version of Paula's fried green tomatoes. So good. His recipe had about 1500 calories less than his mother's does, but it was still good. I think it begs the question, though, are fried green tomatoes just an excuse to fry something, plus eat cocktail sauce? Could be.
Larry has been on call since Saturday, and is holding up fairly well. He had some chest pain yesterday, and then looked at me and said, "If anything happens to me, make sure my cousin Karen gets all my genealogy files." *rolls eyes* I just smiled and patted his arm and said I would. He's been eating better, lost a few pounds, using the treadmill the way the cardiac rehab person told him to. He looks like he's nine months pregnant now instead of twelve, and he's lost the puffy face and fat neck. Baby steps. His doctor told him if he doesn't lose the belly, diabetes is next. Yes, he's a doctor, too, and should know these things, why do you ask? I love how I've been saying this shit for years, pointing out his cardiac/diabetic belly and his sedentary lifestyle and been ignored completely, yet when his doctore mentions it, he acts like it's some kind of revelation. I just want to hit him.
The mosque/prayer center situation in NYC makes me so mad I can hardly find the words. Islam =/= terrorism and also, Muslims =/= Nazis. Newt Gingrich should DIAF. People are stupid kind of sums it up, I think. Way to make things worse than they already are. It's no wonder the rest of the world hates the US.
And to end on a fannish note, I've been reading a lot of fic lately, most, but not all, of it good. And this is just a wild guess, but I would imagine not many men scream when they have sex. That's one of my things, really. I haven't slept with that many men over the years, but the ones I have, none of them screamed when they came. I'm just sayin'.
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