Sunday, August 31, 2008
Great find! A Photoshop genius and a blog-spotter extraordinnaire...
Saturday, August 30, 2008
My dear, still-slightly-gouty Beloved (back to protecting our corner of NY from terrorists and possums this morning) sent me this article by one of my favorites - Mark Steyn - which I also spotted on Rich's blog this morning, with a brief comment: "Naughty Librarian. Ohhhhh yeahhhhh...."
His next email, seconds later: P.S. Please don't hurt me!
My response: Two words: Big. Toe.
His last: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Methinks I might be enjoying some flowers and/or chocolates when he gets home this afternoon. ;-)
Friday, August 29, 2008
If I ate that at night, can you imagine what I might dream about next?
But I digress...I am stoked about Gov. Palin's candidacy - good job, Sen. McCain!
(Image shamelessly stolen from Fr. Erik- another Sarah fan)
Thursday, August 28, 2008
This morning, I had to get up and do 6 am doggie relief, as the Beloved is still hobbled by his gout. So I got 'em outside, gave 'em kibble, started the coffee, but then came back up and crawled back into bed because it was a bit chilly and my feet were cold. Somehow, I managed to fall asleep again.
Suddenly, it was January 21, 2009, and BO was our new president. (A dream, remember?!?) I was sitting in bed watching the news, which had a new feature, the "Prez-cam," which was embedded in the White House. But BO was not aware of it. So he's in some sort of posh office (not the Oval Office) with Oprah, Michelle, Howard Dean, Dennis Kucinich, Ron Paul (?!?), Jesse Jackson, JFK (who was still alive, but in hiding, and had not aged since 1963) and a bunch of Hollywood celebrities. He was holding some sort of strategy meeting about what to do for his first 100 days in office. Someone in the back of the crowd asked him how soon he would be implementing a bunch of his social policies, and he just laughed and laughed.
"I didn't mean any of that sh*t! You all better just get yourselves out of my office, because Big Daddy B is in the hiz-zouse now, and all we're gonna do is party!"
And then all of a sudden the room - and the White House lawn - was full of his young college supporters, scantily clad, having some sort of MTV Spring Break bump and grind dance beach party. They started flinging paint all over the White House, which Big Daddy B declared could no longer be white, because that was a symbol of racism. The camera then showed an exterior shot of the White House, which was painted (perfectly) in the colors of the rainbow. Big Daddy B came out onto a balcony in some sort of rapper/emperor outfit - think Huggy Bear meets Naploeon Bonaparte - and George Bush handed him a crown and sceptre, which he snatched and put on himself. Then, rather than your typical inaugural speech, he instead announced that he was divorcing his wife, firing everyone from their jobs, and disbanding the military. Someone told him about the Prez-cam, and again he laughed, because he'd abolished term limits and planned to be there for life. Dream me was horrified, and made sleeping me wake up.
This dream disturbs me on so many levels - not only did it contain every negative racial stereotype imaginable (something I abhor in real life), but the country was thrown into chaos, the traditional family chucked aside, the economy destroyed, and there was no hope of recovery.
Where the hell did this come from?!? I mean, it sounds like an allegory, but it was just a dream. And being a morning dream, it was very "real" and vivid - it's midnight now and I remember so much detail from this morning.
I think this might warrant therapy.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Gout is a form of inflammatory arthritis, usually in the toe or finger joints (although elbows, knees and even EARS can be affected), brought on by high levels of uric acid in the blood, which results in evil little crystalline cells with horrible "stinger"-like protrusions flitting about in the joint space. My pain-oblivious Marine is hobbling around in misery. And that's saying something.
Here's an excerpt from an article I read on the Johns-Hopkins website - a doctor/gout sufferer's account written in 1683:
The victim goes to bed and sleeps in good health. About 2 o'clock in the morning, he is awakened by a severe pain in the great toe; more rarely in the heel, ankle or instep. This pain is like that of a dislocation, and yet the parts feel as if cold water were poured over them. Then follows chills and shiver and a little fever. The pain which at first moderate becomes more intense. With its intensity the chills and shivers increase. After a time this comes to a full height, accommodating itself to the bones and ligaments of the tarsus and metatarsus. Now it is a violent stretching and tearing of the ligaments-- now it is a gnawing pain and now a pressure and tightening. So exquisite and lively meanwhile is the feeling of the part affected, that it cannot bear the weight of bedclothes nor the jar of a person walking in the room.
It might as well have been written last week - it exactly describes the beloved's progression from late last night's "what the heck did I do to my toe?" to the doctor's office this morning.
Political cartoon of a gouty King George being helped onto his horse
He's camped out on the couch with the remote, his meds, and a huge red toe that simply cannot bear any weight or even a bedsheet touching it. Poor thing.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Further to my lingerie-hoisting cheerleading child's recent gaffe, and because I can't find anything more specific, I have decided to select St. Christina the Astonishing as my personal Patron Saint of Abject Humiliation.
Click on the link for a quick synopsis. Fascinating story. She certainly found herself in a number of seemingly awkward situations. She is a patroness of the mentally ill and is depicted surrounded by branches with unkempt hair (like me, after a day of yardwork!). Here, she's climbed to the topmost branches of a tree to get away from the stench of sin. -->
Credit for this lovely tryptich panel: http://www.cynthialarge.com/. She has some close-ups and details of the work. Really interesting!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Miss you, little buddy.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
The bus parks 6 blocks from the stadium in Lot #11...we get off, and after walking about 50 yards from the bus, the sky rips open with thunder, lightening, and about 2" of downpour in a little over an hour. We are soaked, but with no end in sight, we decided to pay $5 apiece for plastic baggie rain ponchos about halfway to the entrance. We make it in, get some food....
....no Sabretts in the stadium. Should've gotten one outside. Sigh. Note to self for next time. After all of this trauma, the storm raged on. The thought of a rainout and having to get back on that bus, our $300 wasted, made me sick. So I had a few $9 beers to prepare myself for the inevitable.
But the baseball gods smiled on us, the game started shortly before 9 pm, and the Boy (and his sisters, of course) got to see a game at the soon-to-be demolished Yankee Stadium. After seeing the leaking roofs and rusty beams, I can understand why, but still...
The new stadium across the street looks like it will be pretty cool.
Anyway, the score was tied in the 9th. I was dreading the thought of extra innings, given the 4 hour trip home. Thanks to a wild pitch, the Royals scored (bases loaded, stolen home), and the Yankees lost at 11:59 pm. That's okay with me, because I kept scanning the scoreboard and the CUBS WON after coming from behind.
Then there's the trip back, which got underway at about 12:30. We schlepped back to the bus in RAIN FREE weather, walk up the steps...and practically get knocked back outside by the stench of the broken and raw-sewage-leaking bus bathroom. Our seats were in the row just ahead of the rear. Dear Lord. Fortunately, we were so exhausted, we fell asleep until just a few minutes before we got home. At 4:59 am. The Beloved had to work at 7:00. Oy!
Yesterday was a "lost day" - we all slept in, and no one got out of their jammies until just before Mass today. I am still exhausted.
Hope you've all enjoyed your weekend!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Sadly, I must do a little [- gulp -] WORK tomorrow, then on Friday we are off to NYC to do something I've never done...a game at Yankee Stadium with the Beloved and crew. One of those things that must happen before the stadium is wrecked and replaced after this season. I've gotta get a picture of the Beloved and the Boy standing out front of the stadium for the sake of posterity.
It's almost as good for a Boy as going to Wrigley with his Mamma.
GO CUBS GO!
P.S. I just realized something else - this will also mark my first venture into the Bronx, oddly enough - I think I've driven through and/or at least flown out of every other borough. Digi, I will chow down on a dog and hoist a cold adult beverage in your honor.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
I was quite impressed by what we saw. The facility is absolutely spotless, wide open space, beautiful horses, abundant seating (and high-stakes boxes, which we did not inspect), and family friendly - as long as you don't sit behind dudes smoking cigars - cough, gasp - which they sell at $5 a pop, along with $8 packs of ciggies, at the concession stands. Worth a few bucks on a sunny summer afternoon if you are ever in the Chicago area.
WOO HOO!!! I won the princely sum of $12.10 on a $5 bet in the fourth race on this horse, "Fashionable Time" (picked solely for the name, of course). He started at 8-1 when I placed my bet, but I guess he looked good over in the holding area, because the odds dropped precipitously in the 15 minutes before the start...and unlike in Vegas, the payout is on the odds at the start time...not the odds when you place the bet.
Ahhh yessss.....the Princess has caught race fever. Here she is on the rail at the finish line. She actually won twice - one on a win bet, and one on a SHOW bet that she made, via her grandmother. She had the race list ("green sheet") on her lap and was studying it assiduously all afternoon - once she ascertained that there were no horses named "Dover" ( so she could tell him/her to "move yer bloomin' arse") she got down to business. Good thing we don't live here...we had to drag her away with three races to go.
So that's the word from the Windy City (well, the NW suburbs, really). Hope you're all having a good time, and I recommend watching the Arlington Million today if you are not in the Olympic mood.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Well, Friday is here, as is August (<--that was fast!), and I'm wide awake at 2 a.m. formulating lists and itineraries for the next 10 days. After work tomorrow, I have all the pre-wedding stuff to do - family dinner, hair and nails, then Saturday is the wedding of the Beloved's cousin - two big HUGE Catholic families, 350 guests (note: only immediate family and 1st cousins are allowed, or they were well over 500!), and a very small handful of teetotallers among them. So needless to say, Seneca Lake is crawling with extended family, some of whom are already in "pre-flight" mode. Say your prayers and clear the roads.
If we can lift our heads on Sunday, we will go to an afterparty on the lake, then Monday we are off on the 10 hour drive to IL for as long as my mother and I can tolerate each other. So I'm guessing 3-4 days, tops - maybe an extra if we manage to make it to a Cubs game.
Posting will be light, but I'll be checking in with some regularity...as an evasive self-defense move if for no other reason.
Wish me luck, and have a great weekend!