The first thing I ever was, was a groupie. Yes, I was born with groupie blood running through my veins. Seriously. It’s a thing. The Beginning. My Dad has been in a rock ‘n roll band since I was born. Well, since 1964… way before I was born actually. For his 17th birthday, he was gifted a 1964 Fender Stratocaster. It was shiny and pristine and brand spanking new. He basically taught himself to play and well, the rest is history. He started playing lead guitar with The Velvetones and then moved to The Malibu’s (punctuation error on purpose) and later, The Sixpence. This group of guys played together through…
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This Week In Numbers: The Medical Mystery Tour
5 – number of days this week Henry or I have seen a doctor 6 – number of waiting rooms I’ve waited in since Monday morning. Add the one on Friday and you get 7. 13 – number of days I’ve now been dealing with a rash of unknown origin or diagnosis. 5 – number of different diagnoses for the rash on my body. It’s been shingles, staph, a bug bite, a fungus, contact dermatitis… 7 – number of shots Henry had to drain what looked like aliens out of an infected boil 365,397 – times I wanted to die on Wednesday 28,967 – times I wet my pants while…
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Just Write: I’m Just Writing
This morning I forgot to take my medicines. Well, that’s not entirely true. I took one thyroid medicine. And then I looked at my pill case and thought to myself, “Self, don’t forget to take these before you leave this bathroom.” Surprise! “Self” as we’ll call her, forgot. “Self” got about 3 minutes from work and went, “Oh crap! Self, you forgot your meds! This isn’t going to end well.” And let me tell you. About 5 hours later, I felt like I was in a haze of hot, purple, smoky air with somebody pushing me a little to my right every time I stood up. All that is probably…
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What Does It Mean?
I took this picture the other day, meaning to simply take a picture of the beautiful sky that was the backdrop of even more gorgeous fall color on the nursery. I got it home and looked at it on my computer. This is what I had. Surely it means something. Or it’s just a picture that got wonky? I know it’s calming and gorgeous and strangely comforting. What do you think?
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A Duck Says Quack… or Does It?
I originally posted this early this morning and upon FINALLY waking up (stupid time zones) my BlogBet friend sent me a message that iMovie had whacked out and uploaded the wrong video. Yes, he had TWO videos for us. I retracted the post so I could get the RIGHT version up. So here you go… the post! The BlogBet has been successfully paid up. My Twitter buddy, Jason aka iHubby and I made a bet. I know, I know… confusing much? MY hubby is Jason and iHubby is Jason. My Jason and this Jason are not the same. My Jason lives here with me. iHubby Jason does not – he…