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So. Finally have a day off. I was supposed to get nearly the whole week off, which would have been fabulous after a snow week tossing schedules around like confetti, but Monday I got to see my dad and brother driving through town, Tuesday the fiber optic installation team came in to finalize the switchover and wound up having to replace a cable, so that took awhile, then yesterday we tore the house apart trying to catch a hamster and wound up deep cleaning the house, so naturally today I SLEPT. I've barely done a thing. And tomorrow is EMG testing to see if the nerve down my left leg into my foot has corrupted since last time they tested, and the rest of my day will be suckage. So yeah, today is my only day off in an otherwise supposedly 'empty' week. Totally wasting it.

these are actual cupcakes, click to go to facebook

My mind is so blank that it feels inside out, like I got the onion skin and carbon papers in backward on the typewriter. Those of you who don't have a clue, that's seriously how blank my mind is, it goes back to before you were born.

and this one clicks to pinterest

Ok, here we go. Yeah, just surfing at this point. Not even anything out for supper. I don't feel guilty.

click for a very cool page

I'm really glad I made that tic list this month, so I can see that I'm actually still getting a few things done. I wish I were getting more done today, but not badly enough to do anything about it. Sometimes you just gotta be worn out.

Gonna keep spacing out in a time bubble. See ya.

bcuz CAKE

Still kind of holding my breath, but I think we actually skipped winter this year.

Ok, what's going on with Pinky? What a very long week I've had.

March is my favorite birthday month because of a couple of my fave peoples, so I caved and made cake. Before I share, you must understand that I've not had actual CAKE in a very very long time. I think the last time I had a cupcake was months ago. Even last fall on my own birthday I veered into a chocolate waffles experiment, so the cake craving has grown really strong.

These are a delightfully moist gluten free adaptation of Hershey's Chocolatetown Special Cake recipe. In place of regular flour I used half King Arthur gluten free multi-purpose flour and half Domata gluten free recipe ready flour. You need the xantham gum in Domata for it to rise, but using all Domata turns the batter into bubble gum with the mixer. I also went with a basic cream cheese frosting- one block cream cheese, one stick real butter, 4 cups powdered sugar, 6-7 tablespoons of canned milk. Imagine my first bite of yummy moist cake in forever. I baked it off in giant muffin tins.

And of course I'm diabetic, so I can eat only a bite or two at a time every hour or two, but it was still very pleasant being able to do that.

Anyway, happy birthday to my loved ones. I celebrated. 🎉😁🎈🎂

Have been back on original gabapentin dose (100mg 3xday) for what, a week and half now? My regular doctor is holding me at that dose the rest of this month while I get through physical therapy. I think he'd like me to stay on it indefinitely, and commanded me to touch base with the neurologist about monitoring my dosing. Doctors have a very hard time 'treating' me for fibro and pain the last few years because my PTSD over 'going down' on meds or illness is so bad. I've crashed so hard on handfuls of meds taking down my immune system and spending years recovering that it makes me cry to even just talk about it out loud with my psychologist (#transparency), so from here on out is like walking the line between pain control and mood control. I'm not joking around about any of this, and I'm not saying any of it lightly. I can tell that the darker harder core lurkers hitting me daily are probably in the same boat, and I'll keep saying this forever- you're not alone. I'm here, too, walking the webs in the long, dark nights looking for sparks of hope and distraction, anything to hold onto while I keep hanging on to wisps of myself falling apart.

In the meantime, I've fixed up my skin! Finally! some of you say. Yeah, I've seen some of you stop and stare at me on Mo Creatures, it's been kinda funny. One guy looked me all over real good because my last skin was so sloppy and crap, like a cracked Easter egg that a 2 year old did. Yeah, that's me running around like I just threw any old wrecked up skin on... Anyway, I'm going with this for awhile now, adapted on Nova Skin. The original is from one of the many Galaxy Girls a lot of different people have done. I might go tweak it later on, but it's kinda the colors I want. I'd prefer black hair, but then the eye accents don't work. Anyway, the overall effect is supposed to be like the galaxy hair and makeup kind of stuff people are doing nowadays.

Kinda having a headache, so I'm going to keep moving. Need to get on laundry and get food lined up to cook later, might or might not have a big Bunny day, I'm already getting all over pain control, and part of that is moving around, so here I go.

the pros and cons of shopping Walmart on gabapentin

Some of these are categorically indeterminable, so I'll just jumble them up together.

• I flirted back. She was a brunette Brienne of Tarth and one of the friendliest cashiers I've ever had, second only to the Taraji Henson-esque Big K cashier who flirted with me in right in front of Scott a couple of Christmases ago. Scott's been guy flirted with in front of me, too (last guy I saw try it was like a Hiddleston-Jack Nicklaus smash), so we're fairly even on how we score. We just generally don't flirt back.
• My olfactory receptors are functioning on 'optimal' and I swear I could smell a couple of people growing cancer. They didn't smell 'bad', just different, and that was through their hazes of early morning cigs and booze, their laundry detergent, their pets, their attempts (or non attempts) at mouth odor control (I could probably even correctly tell you whether that was before or after their nutritionally poor breakfasts), and the car smells still lingering around them.
• I bought more stuff than I intended, but so far I have absolutely no twinges of regret. We'll see how @bonenado feels about it tonight.
• Driving still sucked because, with the super pings muted by the med, all the other stuff loudly complained. However, I felt more alert than usual. That could have been from getting real sleep, though.
• I got Bunny's cake ordered and the bakery person was extra special nice to me because I felt extra special nice because I wasn't getting zapped around my left shoulder and chest constantly. I felt like we were in Happy Land together or something. I wonder if she thought I was high. I bet she wishes everyone shopping was high like me.
• I've come all the way back and brought in groceries and had lunch and doing this and actually thinking about minecraft and haven't laid down yet. I normally have to crash after a morning out in town. I can tell, though, that the second I think of doing something useful, #napclub will immediately wrestle me down and I won't do anything to stop it. I'm still having no twinges of regret about anything.
• I'm actually still counting my calories, in case you guys might be thinking I'm stuffing my face without any regrets.
• I shouldn't have even spelled #napclub...

This is close to what Bunny's cake will probably look like. It clicks out to Walmart cakes at a location very far from me, not sure why I can't find a local pic.

I think I want a giant Dr. Strange cake for my birthday that I can fall onto, but yeah, maybe I'm a little bit wasted... I was a little miffed that I can't get a Dr. Strange lunchbox yet (srsly guys, back to school), hafta wait till November.

the sign of the shark

People born on Shark Week should have their own zodiac sign. People whose birthdays fall anywhere near or on Sharknado premiers should have their own red carpet parties and gossip pages, amIright?

These cracked me up. Wish I'd thought to make one of the bears look like it had an arm bitten off by one of the golfish sharks.

The 'ocean water' came from Sonic.

@bonenado in full party gear.

Actually, I'm not so sure he survived... This was later.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This was my first watermelon shark and I was surprised how easy it was. First of all, you don't need this fancy serrated 'watermelon' knife, although it looks intimidating and I'm going to keep it around in case of surprise break-ins because it's long and impressively solid, plus dang sharp, so it could rip through skin like tissue. So watch out, crazy woman with a watermelon knife lives here. It's just easier to whack with a near-machete kind of knife, then do the detail work with a much smaller knife, because once the rind is off, the white part is actually pretty soft and easy to work with. I tried using a peeler, it sucked, just use a paring knife or steak knife to score your work area and gently skin off the outer rind.

I had a good look at these first, click pic for your own look. If I do this again next year, I'm sticking a doll in it like it's being chomped. I also forgot the back fin.

Close up. Bore little eyeholes and stuff with olives. I'll also look for a better watermelon next time, we grabbed one last minute and they were pretty picked over.

kinda leaning toward blueberry

Every month there is a statistical amount of crap we must all go through. We got smart and filled out one of those little forms so we could get our crap scheduled out more conveniently.

Internet goes out. Scott: This says 2 days. I can't do 2 days, I've got a draft coming up. Me: See if they'll let us spread it out, like one of those blinky things. You can be at work so it's no big deal, but then it works for some reason when you get home. Scott: Ok, and how about get it out of the way before the big draft? Me: Your stress relief is my stress relief. check

Bunny gets nasty stomach bug. Me: Um, you said you're off Friday? How about then? Scott: I was wanting to get some stuff done around the yard. Me: But it coincides nicely with running up to the hardward store. Scott: And I see it's supposed to rain, too, so that'll be half a day wasted. Friday it is. check

Toilet explodes. Me: Is there any way we can work that into everything else and just get this done all at once? Scott: Ok, how about this- we get a call about Bunny, I vacuum real good first and then the toilet explodes just as I'm ready to walk out the door so it won't flood the house while I'm gone. Me: That's perfect because I would have have just deep cleaned the bathroom a couple days before that, so it'll be a cinch to mop up. Scott: Oh, for YOU, I've gotta mop up the basement. Me: Well, it's still good timing. Scott: I agree. check

I seem to be doing the same thing with really weird dreams, too, like alla sudden just weird after weird after weird. Woke up at 3 a.m. from a little gem out of the blue where my liver had collected $3 mil worth of silver crust around it (they took it out and showed it to me, I even got to hold it and show my sister), then they put it back in but couldn't do anything about it and said I had only 2 or 3 days, and I decided it would be a waste to die with all that silver in me, so I was getting ready to have it removed (and die) so my family could get the money out of it. Weird.

Tomorrow is a very special Pi Day at 3/14/15 at 9:26:53, this from wikipedia-
In the year 2015, Pi Day will have special significance on 3/14/15 at 9:26:53 a.m. and p.m., with the date and time representing the first 10 digits of π.


We'll probably celebrate with a real pie of some kind, like lots of people do.

And if you know someone whose birthday is on Pi Day, maybe go for pi cake!

Or, if you're like me and suddenly wonder if Pi Day means you have everlasting pie that can be cut into tinier and tinier pieces and whether that might have anything to do with a Koch curve, you wind up in weird places like this. I can't help it, I'm a Koch curve enthusiast.

Back to pi drama!

He had me at pi instant-

birthday week instrospection- am I grown up yet?

Was reading 30 Ways to Monetize Your Blog and Make Money Blogging and figured out this blog is worth about $1 a month right now, lol. Don't worry, I'm not here to try to make third person money on your clicks. wink

Friday was burrito day, Saturday was all about Scott playing car mechanic in the driveway, and somewhere in there we lost Nadia to illness and now we are down to two hens. There are 12 days to Halloween and I haven't made a single popcorn ball. I'm usually all over that.

It's birthday week! What was I doing on my birthday in the days of yore?

2007

I remember the days of yore when I had to get up in the wee hours for work.  I remember being chipper and lively by 6 a.m., either checking guests out and having the continental breakfast ready, or being clocked on and prepared for the big holiday rush at the store.  I remember having to be at clinicals in a nursing home by 6 a.m. one semester.  I remember being on the road by 6 a.m. for years commuting to college, or being up by 6 a.m. to have my kids on a school bus by 7.

This year I am sleeping.  This year I am finally catching up from 25 years of chronic insomnia.  Today I was deep in a dream and as limp as old spaghetti when my sister rang my phone at 6:45 to sing happy birthday to me.  I told her she sucks.    But it was funny, I had a good laugh.  So I crawled to the computer to help wake me up, because I see the psychologist at 9 this morning.  My entire 3″ of hair is sticking straight up.  I think it would be funny to go into town like this, but I’ll bathe in a little bit and save everyone the shock.

2008

The birthday week is weird and wonderful so far.  Here was last night’s early birthday dinner.  Scott said it was the best stuffing I ever made.  And we had mashed tatos and gravy.

Then there was that stolen base during the World Series, so I’m getting a free taco next Tuesday.  I live in an area where I could just go from one Taco Bell to another eating free tacos.  That’s a nice thought to harbor as a late birthday/pre-Halloween goody.

On the way in to the chiro this morning, an emu somehow fell out of a trailer onto the road in front of the car in front of me.  That car managed not to hit it, but I barely missed it, then pulled over to put on my hazard lights and call 9-1-1 because neither of the other two stopped at all.  Poor thing hit square on its hip falling out, couldn’t get up at all.  Tried a few times, total disaster, so it just laid there in a pile of feathers on the road watching cars going around it.  One guy stopped to get pictures on his phone and gripe about cruelty (?), then took off.  Cop got there just about the time the guy with the trailer came back, cussing and spitting about it all.  I don’t think the trailer guy gave a crap about that bird being hurt.  I left before I had to watch him try to drag it back up into the trailer, which would have been agonizing for the bird.  I’d have just had the cop put it down, but he was just sitting in his car enjoying the circus.  The cop told me he got a call about an accident and asked me about it, I said I didn’t see any accident, just an emu fall out of a trailer, but I found out a few minutes later when I left that he totally got two calls mixed up- just 1/4 mile down the highway, sure enough, a car had run off a 4 lane highway and hit a fence post.  I thought how ironic it would be if it might have been because another emu was about to come out of that trailer onto another car and the emu guy pulled over and caught it and drove back looking for the last one, which means he’d had to have left the scene of an accident.  And I couldn’t help but wonder if there were more emus strung out along the way before the one I saw fall out…  Oh, well.  No one killed, worst injury was the emu.  I assume.  If there were supposed to be more than two, he lost a *lot* of money.  May have been why he was so upset.  That and I think he was extremely upset to see a cop there, even though the cop didn’t seem the least bit inclined to step out and write a ticket or anything.  That’s kinda why I’m guessing the accident up the road may have been linked, and it’s possible this guy could’ve been hiding even more.  He didn’t even look at me, I’m sure I’d have gotten the go to hell look to melt me right through the highway.

After the chiro I got a new key made for Scott’s mom’s house, then picked up my cake, then decided I was starving and picked up a pizza from Papa John’s from a stash of quarters I’ve been hoarding.  I was going to get a 20-oz root beer for Scott (we don’t buy pop at the store), but they were out and just gave me a *free* 2-liter root beer!  Happy birthday!  Yay!

2009- note: I was extremely ill and had been so for many months. This is why private blogs are private, but sometimes it's good to be able to look back so we can see our way forward. In retrospect, I actually find this story amusing and comforting and have warm fuzzies reading it, because I know it was so awkward for everyone after having just lost my mom on top of being so ill all year. And super aspie's so aspie here...

Just have to mention that, unlike last Sunday during my mother’s memorial service, the game texting and phone calling during the Vikes game today is mysteriously absent…  Coulda sworn it felt like jealousy last week, maybe I was right.  Couldn’t be more pathetic and off the wall in this family.

Also, yesterday’s birthday party sucked.  Twink brought her dog dressed up for Halloween in the most incongruent outfit I ever saw, I was feeling gross and had to go next door and put on a show of enjoying cake that I never wanted in the first place, and Grampa thought the whole time it was Twink’s birthday until I was literally walking out the door with the cake.  Which neither I nor Scott wanted to take, but no one else wants, either.  It’ll be going into the trash in a couple of days.

Oh, well…  C’est la vie.  Gram gave me a $20 check, in a mushy card, so I guess there’s that, although I feel awkward taking it because I’m 48 and not her offspring.  Just weird…

2010- "Haunt of the Ghostly Possum"

  

Gram insisted on coming over this morning to give me a birthday card, so I made jasmine tea and got my red velvet petit fours out.  Teeniest tiniest birthday party I’ve ever had, ha!    I’m so funny.  So she was telling me about how she had Scott set a catch ‘em live trap by her chicken pen, and everyone forgot all about it.  Until…  She went up to feed her chickens this weekend and got a nasty whiff of dead.  And not just dead, ~gooey~ dead.  Yeah, nasty.    I recall Scott taking the trap over there in September…  Can you imagine, getting caught like that and very slowly starving to death in the sight of food the whole time?  And can you imagine, the chickens having to see that every single day and live in fear and stench?  (Gram said her chickens stopped laying and couldn’t figure out why.)  And can you imagine, here comes a little rain, and suddenly the old carcass melts and oozes…  I need a smiley violently urping.

So I told gram they have a possum ghost haunting the pens now.    Coooool, just in time for Halloween.

And I’m apparently celebrating the season with festive Halloween poop.  A couple of red velvet petit fours every day seems to be enough to turn everything a shocking orange.  Huzzah!

2011- "I approach emotional health with a meat mallet >=l" Note- My aspie Mennonite father dealing with being lonely and missing mom and aspie me dealing with him. Yes, we are ok now. I love that I can go back and read through my 'stuff' and see that it's not going to the grave with me, because I'm dealing. Also, I'm developing a socio-psychological idea that the generation before mine is the very last of a millennia-long mindset because the world is changing so drastically through world trade and social media. I can see now that my dad is struggling with new ideas about emotional health that 'weren't important' when he was a kid.

Tomorrow I’ll be half a century.    Every time the phrase “I don’t feel that old” wants to pop into my head, David Lee Roth butts in with “I don’t ~feel~ tardy.”  Wonder if I’ll say that when I get old and don’t know what I’m saying.

Pickings are starting to get a little scarce out, but 45 minutes walking with Spencer yesterday still got her a crop full of little grasshoppers and tiny clover/groundcover.  The big grasshoppers must all be gotten by wild birds by now, too lethargic in the cooler weather to get away.  We did find one yesterday that was huger than any I ever saw, and it didn’t even try to hop.

Scott checked out the new HyVee store yesterday after we dropped off his books, ate some Chinese food from one of the food bars while I drank a milk, picked up some steaks for supper.  I made green beans with bacon and potatoes, sauteed a heap of mushrooms and onions in butter, made him a salad, filled him up real good.

I’m having to force myself not to think about going to Dad’s.  Wound up having an anxiety attack yesterday when I started talking about it, wow.  I can’t pinpoint what exactly is triggering this kind of dread, but maybe I just so loathe going that way any more after all these years, and the last couple of years I was so sick and Mom died and everything was so hard.  Hope I can make it through another winter of phone calls about weird food ‘recipes’ and rapture and oddball suggestions about how to do my laundry or whatever.  I think what really bothers me most about all this is that if he weren’t my dad, I would have nothing to do with him, and the thought that I might wind up as ridiculous as him when I’m old really turns my stomach.  I already see that I argue too easily over stupid things, and have been working on toning that way down since Mom died.  I know I’m way too aggressive with my political opinions, to the point of repulsing people because I can’t seem to realize when they’ve had enough.  The funny thing is, I really don’t go out of my way to be like my dad, but it comes so naturally, sneaks up on me, and before you know it, I can’t stand myself again.  I used to do that with my mom, too.  Anything about myself that would remind me of her would make me feel sick to my stomach.  Pretty sad when the thought of your parents literally makes you sick.  His own dad died when I was a tiny little girl, and his mother died in another state and he never once as far as I know went to see her after he found out she had cancer, and she was only 6 hours away.  So he never had to deal with feelings I’m having to deal with.  Can only wonder with what grace he’d have tolerated an old man like himself….

Between that and Scott’s mom being so demanding and his dad and step-dad both being so weird, I have a growing aversion to old people.  They’re cute at a distance, and I really feel for them having to put up with old bodies, but I’ve had my fill, I think.  It’s funny that most of my behavioral goals in life from the time I hit my 20′s was not to be like other people around me.  I had no role models I could look up to without great disappointment.

Have I got this worked out now?  >=l   I don’t want to spend my whole morning in a funk.  Surely that has cleaned out the ol’ emotional closet enough to move on.

My dad expects me to do at 50 what he never did for his own parents at any age.  There, that says it all right there.  Old people wind up becoming selfish.  I don’t want to become that, a burden, a duty, a big blob of guilt over anyone’s head.  I don’t want to become blind to the big misunderstanding that life sux and pouting about my children not calling or coming to see me when that isn’t the problem.  My dad actually pushed me to come back today, I *have* to do this, and on the unspoken edge of the pressure was the hint that I’m not a good kid coming around to see my own family, and how dare he even go there after all the years he avoided his own parents.  This is the guy who’ll argue the most ridiculous unchangeable trivia that has nothing whatsoever to do with our real lives, as if it’s so terribly important, but after 82 years he still doesn’t seem to get that we never got what we needed from him.  How can he dare to demand what he doesn’t give?

Ok, THAT said it.  Sometimes I just have to wring it out until it fits the jagged edge in my brain so I can get past it.  I think I’m done with that now.

And yes, I get what my psychologist has been trying to get me to see since last winter, that I can be bigger than this and go see my dad and care about him *anyway*.  =P  Bleah.  Yes, I can excuse him for not loving me very well at all, but it really does suck to have the pressure put on by the one person who is the most backward and selfish, and I resent that.  My dad wouldn’t have even bothered with feelings like this, he’d have simply ignored them and not caved, finding something else to keep himself occupied and use the phrase “it isn’t necessary” as a shield.  The very idea that my dad’s feelings might be hurt by me not coming to see him (and this really is what this is all about, as far as the psychologist is concerned) is so ridiculous to me in the light of him ~never~ worrying about other people’s feelings all his life, never approaching me or anyone else with any kind of real emotional connection, yes, he’s a very lonely old man now in spite of all his determination not to become close to people, but that’s *not* *my* *job*.  Is this any different from Scott having to care more for his parents in their old age after all the neglect he when through as a kid?  And he’s the good son, he does it.  He talks to his mom nearly every day, sometimes several times a day, and he so rarely gets anything back for that.  I don’t have that in me at all.

And this is probably where I am most like AND unlike my dad.  The thought of going out of my way to see him just so his feelings won’t be hurt feels wrong.  My dad simply would never acknowledge any of this and say psychology was an invention to control and brainwash people.  He has never acknowledged that he has hurt other people’s feelings.  I, on the other hand, dive head first into sorting all this stuff out, untangling the emotions and learning to understand where they come from.  I can pretty easily sort out enabling and guilt from genuine caring, etc.  But my end results are the same.  I don’t want to go see him, just like he didn’t want to go see his own parents.  The difference between me and him is that I’m honest enough to realize this and admit it to myself.  I don’t dance around excuses and little lies.

I keep telling myself I’ll go and be polite.  I love my dad, I can get through this.  It’s not entirely his fault his brain is the way it is.  It’s not going to kill me to go sit at his house for a few hours and be nice.  Except that it’s all I can do not to become *him* and start arguing like he does.  I don’t like not being nice, but that is what I become when I’m being like my dad.  He’s not intentionally mean.  But I see from watching myself through my life that is no excuse.  The fact is that it *is* mean to disregard other people’s feelings and plow over them in arguments over things that don’t really matter in our lives.  When politics and rapture and the way to cook what he gets out of his garden becomes more important than his loved ones’ feelings, it’s mean and selfish.  And it’s so weird sorting this out, because he’s not a mean and selfish man.  It has taken me years to understand the dynamics of how we become the things we think we’re not, and even stand against on principle.  This is how Satan works through our ignorance.

Ok, that’s enough.  I’ve beaten the dead horse, I probably don’t need to do this again.  I walk into my own paradox with my eyes wide open when I walk into my dad’s house, that’s all.  Not really that big of a deal, I suppose.  I just hope the people I talk to as I age have the decency to make me shut up before it gets to the point where they can’t stand to be around me because they think it’s too delicate to tell someone else to shut up.  I sure do appreciate the people who have tolerated me this long.

And yes, I do tell my dad to shut up.    I’m the only one who does.  If you really love someone, you will tell them to shut up before they provoke you to emotional reactions.

2012

Got a bug bite for my birthday.  Slept super hard for 4-5 hours straight, and I guess somebody had a fit about it, because they bit me right through the lounge pants I had on. Big itchy welt behind my lower left thigh, that’ll be fun while I’m driving. Solarcaine doesn’t seem to be cutting the itch much yet. Guess I’ll have to take some benedryl, hope I don’t conk back out and sleep in too late.

My birthday cake!  *kissy face*

2013 - just click if you want to see it -
Why Myke at Syfydesigns is the bomb and this is the best internet birthday ever, plus Henry Winkler

2014- Where does it go from here? Honestly, I'm still hoping it gets FUN.

you never seen Elvira eat Halloween candy

 Maybe switching my meds up yesterday wasn't the greatest idea. I'm very allergic to leaf mold. I live in the wet, wild woods. Cranking the zyrtec back up today before my eyelids turn into gills. Skipping the one little pain pill I'm allowed to take per day wasn't cool, either. I ground to a halt like a possum trying to swim through oatmeal.

I've got red velvet petits fours hiding in my fridge for my birthday next week. Scott loves those. He can nibble on them all week while I do other things.

I'm really caked out. I know, that sounds weird because I can't have cake now, at least not normal cake. I seem to have made as much cake the last 6 months though as I made meringue pies the year before. Despite that, I still have a box of Halloween cake I'll make mummy cupcakes with when that gets here.



Scott is realizing this might be his last year for a few things, particularly those neato Pillsbury holiday cookies. Pillsbury is about the only one I can find without nut/peanut warnings, and now no wheat. I'm very sad about losing these guys, but life moves on.

A post about food allergy misconceptions hit my all time top four on my Spaz blog within 3 days flat. Despite being a foodie, I really haven't blogged much about food all these years because so many people are doing it. I also never intended to lean toward becoming the journalist blogger type, again, just loads of people continually 'reporting'. But stuff like this is what might move a project on the very back burner up a few notches in the line.

I may have gotten myself in a little too deep, challenged my Lexx buddies to a pumpkin carving thingie, so sometime in the next couple of weeks I've gotta get my Lexxperience on a punkin. #facepalm Checking out practice videos...

got up at 3 am and my brain said GO

Is birthday weekend, what a cheerful cake I found, thank you Sam's Club. One of those last minute 'oh, yeah' things because we're all running in different directions and suddenly here it is.

Physical therapy has officially 'cut me loose' and sent me on my way with an 'ow, my eyes' t-shirt. Hope Scott doesn't swipe it to go hunting. It's the kind that wicks moisture. Don't know if they'll try to charge for that, can imagine someone in medigap approval going whaaaa? Anyway, this pretty much means I'm on my own now, I've got the tools and training to handle pain crises at home, and if I wanna move forward from here I'll hafta fork out the dough for a personal trainer and massage therapist, which I've alreay looked into doing. Maybe after the holidays.

Thanx to the 2 1/2 weeks of prednisone, I'm practically weaned off sugar again. This tiny little 3 ounce cup is my 'sugar bowl'. Filled up lasts almost two weeks. Can you believe it? That's Scott's caramel dip back there, I'm not into apples.

Not even the hobby store had these autumn leaves sprinkles, so I guess I'll be ordering online. The whole metro area is wiped clean of them, and I know because ~I checked~. I know there are church groups that go around wiping out other things from all the stores, too, like bags of Pepperidge Farm stuffing, have actually seen one church guy wipe a Walmart completely out of hot dogs and buns with several giant cart loads. I'm all for feeding people and fundraising and big parties and whatnot, but it's terribly inconveniencing to the other 400,000 of us when we go shopping. Not saying it was a church group this time, could have been a new home bakery or something, someone who maybe hasn't figured out how to find stuff online yet because so much of this area is still in the Dark Ages. Anyway, if you want some of these too, this pic clicks to online shopping.

I've been catching up on In Search of Aliens all week in my spare time, and this geo glyph among the Nazca lines reminds me of origami. It looks like a flat version of folded space, so maybe a rendition or formula for pan dimensional math or travel or something?



Here is an example of what I mean, clicks to an interesting page about modern hypercubing in art. I'm one of those weirdos who can neither do math nor art but can still grasp theory in all its glory, so one day I hope to at least write a cool scifi story about what's in my head, since I'm good with words.

This graphic kind of helps to visualize dimension drawn flat, clicks back to the most original place I've seen this, thanx to Kelly Thul for sharing it.



Seriously all over the map this morning. Need to turn the tech off and keep catching up on chores. Falling behind from all the running I did this week.

lol...