We rented movies at Blockbuster on Friday – I mentioned them yesterday – and they were due back yesterday morning. So after I got up and did all my usual morning stuff, I decided that since I had to go up into town anyway, I’d go by the post office and then swing by Publix and get all the stuff on my grocery list. I also had a couple of packages to drop off at the local post office, which I planned to do on my way home from the other errands.
I’d gotten all my morning chores done by 7, but since the local post office doesn’t open until 8:30, I didn’t want to leave the house that early. I puttered around for an hour, and then finally left the house.
I got my mail at the post office, then headed for Publix which is on the other end of town from the post office OF COURSE, but traffic wasn’t bad, and I got there pretty quickly. I had a huge list of stuff to get, because I’m going to be making a lot of Christmas cookies later this week, and I was running low on everything.
I had gotten just about everything on my list, when I glanced at the bottom.
**MOVIES** I’d written, all in caps, with stars on either side.
Fucking jesus christ almighty fucking fucking FUCK.
I’d forgotten the movies. Had it occurred to me to GET the movies last night and put them in my purse or near my keys? OF COURSE NOT. Instead, I helpfully put them on the grocery list so I wouldn’t forget. Except I hadn’t looked at the grocery list before I left the house. So I was going to have to go home, unload the groceries, and then go ALL THE FUCKING WAY back to town to return the movies.
Fucking fuck fuck fuck.
I hate it when I do that flighty-brained shit. I mean, it’s not like it’s a great long trek from our house to Blockbuster – 15 minutes or so each way – but it’s the principle of the matter. I wasn’t going to even GO into town yesterday, but I figured since I HAD to go to town to return the movies, I’d get everything done at once.
CLEARLY THAT DID NOT WORK OUT.
It wasn’t so bad, in the end. I got home, unloaded my groceries, ate breakfast, hung out with the kittens, and then moseyed back into town with the movies, which is conveniently located across the street from The Dollar Tree, which I’d been meaning to visit. Several months ago, I happened across some microcloth cleaning cloths there. They were intended to be used for cleaning, but they were so soft that I knew instantly that the cats would love them. It wasn’t that annoying microcloth that sticks to your hands all creepy-like, either – they’re so, so soft. I bought ten of them (they were $1 each), and I was right – the cats LOVE them. I use them to line the cat beds on my desk, so I can just grab ’em and wash them every so often instead of having to clean the whole bed. I went back to the Dollar Tree about a month later, and of course they didn’t have them any more. I’ve been meaning to stop by ever since, just in case they got more in stock.
They didn’t have any yesterday, either. If the ones I bought had tags on them, I’d locate them online somewhere and buy a zillion of them, but I missed my window on that.
Oh well – it’s not like the cats will suffer once the ones I have are all beaten and threadbare, I’ll just find something else to put in the cat beds, right?
Then I moseyed on home and made a batch of corn chowder to have for lunch all this week. In and among my errand-running and kitten snuggling and dollar store shopping, I had to lug a buckets of boiling water out to the chicken yard every two hours. With the wind chill, it was well below freezing all day, and the chickens and dogs and pigs don’t have water heaters because IT NEVER GETS THAT COLD IN ALABAMA HA HA HA. I’d boil a big pot of water, dump it into the bucket, lug it out to the chicken yard and pour enough hot water into each chicken waterer, dog water dish, and the pig water trough to melt the layer of ice and keep more ice from forming for a while.
I hear that tomorrow it’s supposed to get back above freezing, but we might get some freezing rain. I guess I better drive safely on my way to South Huntsville!
It’s been almost three years since I had my lower body lift, and it’s time for a breast lift. Those of you who haven’t been reading long, here’s the scoop: in January 2006, I had RNY gastric bypass weight loss surgery and subsequently lost 145ish pounds (or, if you prefer, almost 200 pounds from my very highest weight), which is documented here. In April 2008, I had a lower body lift, which is also documented at that site. (I am very very very happy with the results of the lower body lift, btw.)
I had hoped to have a breast lift last January, but with the possibility that Fred might be about to lose his job, I put it off. Now I’m going tomorrow for a consultation. I’m more than a little tired of the lemons-in-a-tube-sock look. We’ve been saving for this (though I should add that Fred would LOVE IT if I didn’t have surgery. He says supportive things like “They don’t bother me!”, and I think it’s sweet that he thinks my desire to have them hoisted up to a reasonable position on my body has anything to do with whether they bother him or not. I should add here that I’m talking about a breast LIFT, and there will not be any implants involved. Having big boobehs for the first half of my life has made me long for small perky ones.)
Anyway, that’s why I’ll be braving the potential freezing rain tomorrow! I’m sure if the cost is in line with what we’ve saved, I’ll be scheduling that surgery as soon as possible.
And then I’ve promised Fred that there will be NO MORE SURGERY.
(I can feel my appendix taking that as a challenge.)
Last week I checked at Publix and found no Meyer lemons. Then I checked at Sam’s and found no Meyer lemons. Then I shot off an email to local ReaderFriend Jean and was all “WTF? Have you ever seen Meyer lemons around here? I’m starting to take this as a challenge!”
Because she is AWESOME, Jean apparently checked at every store in Huntsville and found me some Meyer lemons! Fred got them from her yesterday (Jean works near where Fred works), and these things smell AMAZING. I haven’t used them yet – I’m going to candy some of them, and possibly make lemon curd from the rest), but I can’t wait!
(Thanks again, Jean. You rock!)
You know how yesterday I said that Cindy and Bobby were “just under” two pounds, as reported by Fred, who’d gone upstairs to weigh them?
Last night when we were hanging out with the kittens before bed, I grabbed up Cindy (who’s the smallest) and went to weigh her to see how close she was to two pounds.
One pound, ten ounces. Now, I ask you – how is that “just under” two pounds? That’s “just over” a pound and a half, if you ask me!
I mean, not that it matters that much. At least she’s gaining weight – just not quite as quickly as I thought!
“Halllp. Meeeee.”
Okay.
Poking wee Cindy Brady so she’ll flail around and look adorable?
Probably not a good idea. But I can’t help it. She cracks me up!
“You poke ME, you’re gonna lose that finger, lady. You get me?”
Reacher was on the couch in the living room, and I was trying to get a good low-light picture of him (ie, I was messing around with the camera settings without a clue as to what I was doing, and then snapping pictures to see what would happen). I was kneeling in the hallway, and I guess there were cats gathering behind me, and it disturbed Reacher.
Doesn’t he look disturbed? I’m disturbed, too – I have no clue what settings I had the camera on.
Corbie, snoozing on my bed.
Corbie, in the blue basket in the kitchen. (That is not, I hasten to assure you, a bucket of chocolate buttercream icing behind him. It once held chocolate buttercream frosting, but when I purchased it at the flea market, it was empty. It currently holds all-purpose flour. I buy the big bag at Sam’s, and needed a big place to store it. That bucket is perfect.)
Miz Poo, in my bedroom window, in the sun. Sweet, sweet girl.
Previously
2009: WTF with these people and the “keep going”?!
2008: No entry.
2007: Well, I don’t “always” say it. In fact, that would be the first time I’ve ever said it. But I’ll say it more in the future!
2006: “MY BABY IS IN PAIN, MAKE IT STOP!”
2005: I’m impressed with myself, if you couldn’t tell.
2004: It is in the 20s here today, IS IT OKAY FOR ME TO BE COLD NOW?
2003: (”Thanks, me! I’m so thoughtful!”)
2002: No entry.
2001: Trust me, it was far more horrifying-looking in person.
2000: Babbling.
1999: No entry.
Hi Robyn,
I wouldn’t worry too much about the Christmas cards–you can always use them next year. (I know you like to have different ones each year, but I, for one, would understand).
I thought you were going to have an upper body lift, not just a breast lift??
Shush, you, with your reasonableness.
It was – I kid you not – $20 for 500 postcards. It won’t break the bank if I buy more with a different picture next year.
I had hoped to have an upper body lift, and I’m going to find out just how much that would cost, but I think that it’s more likely that a breast lift alone will use up all we’ve set aside for this little venture. I could be pleasantly surprised, though, we’ll see!
Robyn…you do realize that with the microfiber washcloths in the cat beds, your cats now have *SHEETS*
~Juby
Oh god. YOU’RE RIGHT.
Next thing you know, I’ll be buying them their own king-sized bed with silk sheets and a big fluffy comforter!
GASP! You haven’t already?!!?
You’re welcome! I told you I would be the same way, taking it as a challenge. (Guess I proved that, huh?)
Anyway, I have that same “oh crap the whole reason for leaving home is still at home” errands syndrome. Robert has it worse than me, so we aren’t helping each other much. Even Robert putting the jerky in my car didn’t help me get it to you; I am so self-defeating at times.
Hi Robyn, Merry Christmas to you and Fred and the Crooked Acres gang. We got our card yesterday. I knew instantly it was from you before I even got it completely out of the pile ‘o mail. Love the picture. For just a second I thought it was someone else on the card and I caught my breath a little. I still think about Mr. B a lot.
Hey we are in double digits right now here in Indy. Success! It does give my cat loving soul a little giggle when I look at the window at the North Pole and see people walking their dogs while I snuggle a warm kitty body. Heh, Makes up for not being able to play frisbee with the cats at the Cat Meow Park…
Drive carefully tomorrow. I can give you the name of the best boob man in Indy if you feel like a road trip. You will get a Boobs By Bruce T-shirt in the deal.
Ok…
(1) Kisses to Miz Poo : ) Sweet, loving lap girl…wish one of mine was like her ; )
(2) Do I need to check the Dollar Tree by me for the microfiber cloths?? Send me a picture or really good description and the next time i’m up there i will look.
(3) Money Pit Gracie is heading to Decatur today; Dr. Newman is doing a cat scan (heehee); she has a major E coli infection in her sinus cavity (results from her sinus flush). Before putting her on antibiotics for the ummpteenth time for 6 weeks we want to make sure there is nothing going on in that head of hers…ie. tumor, foreign body. So think good thoughts for my precious girl… ; (
Nah, you don’t need to look for them. I have plenty of them for now, and when they get threadbare, I’ll just cut up some soft fleece material to replace them.
Poor Money Pit Gracie – I’ll be thinking about her and sending good thoughts her way! She and Miz Poo should get together and share Money Pit tips (or, y’know, not!)
Robyn,
I got my card last week!! Love it!!
Maybe that pic of Corbie could be next years card??
Somewhere in all the settings on my camera (Canon40D) it stores all the particulars about aperture, speed, and all that junk. Maybe your camera has a similar function somewhere in the maze of menus they put on those things now. Kinda miss my old Pentax K1000 sometimes…. NOT!
Happy Holidays
We are cut from the same cloth. When I had my breast lift and girlfriends asked how Ed felt about it, I quickly informed them that they were not on HIS body and I had never even asked his opinion on it.
Hope there is no icy rain for you. Good luck on the new boobies. Small and perky would be a novelty for me too. You give me hope with your awesome weight loss number. I am hoping to turn over a new leaf in that vein in the new year. It’s a cliche but starting now just will not happen. Just had a holiday basket delivered and it is 90% fruit-it’s a sign-lol!
Lemon curd sounds wonderful-I’ve never heard of Myer lemons but I obviously don’t know enough about fruit yet.
I will make you feel a little better about forgetfulness. I made my husband a lunch one early morning a couple of weeks ago. I’d had a bad night of lousy sleep but disciplined myself to get up and do it-should have done it the night before damn it. Anyway a day or two later I opened the bread drawer and found a package of deli cheese sitting there on top of the damn bread. I felt like such a senile idiot. There were only a couple of slices left but that is the dumbest thing I’ve done in a Loooong time! I don’t know how Moms deal with all that sleep deprivation. Menopause is killing me.
“sticky, creepy microcloths” – could you have previously picked up cheesecloth by mistake?
“Microfiber”, is the word I meant to use. I couldn’t for the life of me think of that word last night. ::sigh::
No, cheesecloth is even worse! Microfiber usually sticks to my hands, I guess because they’re so dry all the time, and I hate the feeling!
oh good, I was struggling to think how you’d clean with that!
when you upload your photos to flickr, click on Actions, then View EXIF Info and that tells you all the settings for that shot.
Thanks, Gertie!
I was at Costco a few weeks ago, passing by the produce section and noticed the Meyer lemons. I bought some on the spot because they smelled so dang good. I even put some in a bowl in the bedroom, they smell so lemony and summery. Finally used some this past weekend, my husband makes a mean lemon muffin.
Costco! I didn’t even think of Costco, and I HAVE a membership there!
Um, you know that boiling water freezes faster than cold water, right? When I used to work on a horse farm, we would just bust up the ice with an axe or a hammer and pour more cold water in. The cold water from the tap is still warmer than the ice water, and helped melt it. Boiling water loses an electron (or something, a scientist I am not) and it therefore freezes in half the time. So you’re technically making more trips than you would be if you broke the ice and poured in additional cold water. Just sayin’.
Oh sure, I knew that.
NO I DIDN’T.
I’m going to experiment this afternoon – boiling water in one waterer, cold water in the other, and see what happens.
Or check out Straight Dope (http://www.straightdope.com/columns/read/422/which-freezes-faster-hot-water-or-cold-water) or other google sources, including “Mpemba effect” on wiki. Boiling water does freeze faster in certain conditions, but seldom drastically faster or slower than cold water. Scientific American summarizes, “it turns out that hot water will not freeze before cold water but will freeze before lukewarm water. Water at 100 degrees C, for example, will freeze before water warmer than 60 degrees C but not before water cooler than 60 degrees C.”
Those Brady kittens are KILLING ME; my chest actually physically hurts from the cute. Or maybe that’s the bronchitis. Whichever.
The pic of Reacher reminds me of one of the LOLcats – the angry kitten, do you know which one I mean? Something about his markings make him look permanently furious. Reacher’s got that same expression on his face.
I just saw this. I love it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=k0PduP7PXx0
My breast lift was my favorite of all my post WLS surgeries. Probably because I had HUGE boobs since I was 12. I can now leave the house with no bra and not scare the locals (not that I do). I’d be happy to answer anything you’d like to know.
Thanks for the card! I love the picture.
If I didn’t live across an ocean I would steal Reacher from you, he is so pretty.
Oh, Robyn. I just love the way you swear!
Dear Robyn,
Thank you for Miz Poo basking in the sun. If she ever needs a vacation, I have a lovely “Room with a View” lined with a lovely microfleece and she is VERY welcome to come visit!
whaaaa?! Three years since your tummy lift? No way, that was like … yesterday. WTH is time going I ask you!? (Or maybe your pics just scarred me for life, that surgery looked mighty painful
Do I want a tummy job???
Sure! Sign me up!
Are they MEYER lemons in those tube socks?