Zee Reads

There is a good possibility there will be no ManCandy tomorrow. I was pretty much finished getting this post set up when I discovered the baby of one of my cousins passed away a few hours ago. She was 8 weeks old and battling brain cancer. As recently as this morning, the pediatric neurosurgeons felt good about her chances. Cancer is such a cruel disease. If you could say a little prayer or send some good vibes to her parents and sister, it would be appreciated. No parent should bury their child. For reasons, I won’t post her name or where they are. Please understand.

Zee Reads March edition.

BS is NC

as in Now Cancelled.

Not that I care. I haven’t really watched ANY of Season 3, FOR REASONS and I rather doubt I’ll be assed to watch it now. I’ve seen too many Richard movies/television in where HE DIES at the end, and I’m just not in the mood.

In other news – the new Roaman’s catalog came in and I’m fucking screwed.

Here. Have some of Guy’s descendant!

GUY DAY!!!!

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I’m a little bit excited!

Always post pictures of Richard gnoshing on something…

oh yaaaaaaaaaaaaaas

SIR GUY! Is that a sword or are you glad to see me??? (I’ll go with glad to see me!)

Go ye forth and ring in the weekend!!!

 

So this came in today

Right now, I’m feeling all sorts of loved! Personally, I love the top, but I think I’m top-heavy and it might be time to seriously consider a breast reduction. Either that or actually buy a well fitting bra! Also, I don’t think I look 57.

Tomorrow is Guy Day!!!!

So I saw my doctor today

And the man yelled at me. Really.

Apparently, I’m way over due for labs and I asked them to be put off for…. oh… 12 weeks and he looked at me and said – why?

Spawn’s surgery, stress, exhaustion, thatlittleissueafewweeksbackwhenmybloodsugarwas538, you know just stuff.

First, he stared at me and then he fussed, borderline yelled at me. Is it high because it’s high or are you playing roulette with your meds again?

Uhm… roulette. I forget a dose or just skip it (steam coming out of ears) and it snowballs…

Okay, so then I get the terse speech about my heart and my liver and my eyesight and my feet, Luke Perry, and then he pulls out THE trump card – God must have something for you to do because I don’t know how you’re walking! OH wait, your family is Salvation Army and the Devil is scared you’d take up a collection for an air conditioner!!! And oh your blood pressure is up!

You’re surprised at this?

Don’t get smart with me, missy! You have until the end of the school year to get it down, get your labs and start taking this disease seriously! AND JOIN A GYM!

I did. The treadmill threw me off. Banged up my knee and I have arthritis in it.

At this point, my doctor started banging his head on the wall.

Spawn and I spent the trip home discussing options. My doctor wants my resting sugar at 140, which is still high, but doable. My next step is a diabetic med dispensed through a needle, which I’d rather not do. I have until the end of school (7 weeks) to get my A1C down and my blood sugar at that magic number. Spawn and I are discussing setting aside 3 to 4 evenings a week to go to the gym we’re paying for.

And I’m beating myself up pretty good.

I have a top that is somewhere between Chicago and here. I was hoping it would be here when I got home and I could feel pretty.

That just has ‘summer’ and ‘warm weather’ written all over it! But it wasn’t here. What WAS here was quite the surprise – a little pocket Guy/RAPS from Guylty.

It says Sin-O-Mints – for the sinner in you!

Well Sir Guy definitely makes me a sinner! (And I believe Vivienne has said that as well!) This little RAPS is purse sized and yes, he will be in mine for a long, long time! It brought a smile to my face when I didn’t think I’d have one for a while. Perhaps it will help me get back ON the NO SUGAR wagon and kick this disease in the teeth!

It amazes me how a community of well-wishers can band together and form such tight friendships when the only thing they have in common is the admiration for one man who doesn’t know we exist. I wouldn’t make it without you guys. Really.

I’m going to go over here and sniffle for a while. Here. Have some Richard.

Massively irritated!

So I’ve TRIED to be good with the clothes buying.

Key word: TRIED!!!!

Jessica London is having a nice sale and I figured those split crepe pants I want for Easter would be affordable!!!

They’ll look lovely with this for Easter!

It’s a brighter green actually, and I”m thinking a pretty (fake) gold chain (I have) will look very nice.

So I go to the website, because I should be okay with the sale and discount (60.00 for 24.99)

AND THEY DON”T HAVE THEM IN MY SIZE IN WHITE! Oh sure, I could get the black, but I want something EASTERY so, no black and green will look like formal office wear. So no.

So I’m dinking around and I found these at another place (where I don’t have a credit card, but I can afford on payday…)

I’m kinda partial to cool, thin and light for Easter. What do you think?

 

In a quandary

So, I’ve spent some time this morning, digging in the closet in the 3rd bedroom. It’s full of boxes and some old clothes. When I went digging this morning after my dentist appointment, I found clothes I’ve not seen in a long, long time.

I had a fairly decent wardrobe when I left Further South back in 2010. I packed them up, thinking I’d have them back and unpacked within a year. That didn’t happen. When I moved here, I’d kinda forgotten them. I had in the back of my head they were size 14 to 16, which is what I was wearing when I moved down there in 2006.

Either or I found them this morning. They are, for the most part, 18’s. (I’m currently in an 18/20) Some of them are quite dated, for lack of a better term. Others are… bad color choices for me. There is a pale pink sweater with a clown color and crocheted roses … dear Jesus, there is a pair of corduroy pull on pants that go with this top… where WAS my fashion sense???

I’m thinking I could:

A) Wash them and put them in my rotation. I don’t NEED to buy new clothes. I’m pretty well set for a wile.

B) Wash them and hang them out with other things at the neighborhood yard sale in 6 weeks. And what I don’t sell, I can send to the Women’s Homeless Shelter.

I know, I know. First World problems.

 

ManCandy Monday

Okay, I still have 10 minutes before Monday and my Monday tomorrow will be pretty much on the road. I have errands in the morning and then pack the car, pack Himself, pack the cats…

And I’m doing all the driving this go round.

Anyway, my computer is back where it should be. There was a critical update that I didn’t get for some odd reason and it simply killed me. And I didn’t get this answer from HP! That pisses me off the most! Either way, it’s cleaned, cleared, reloaded, life is good, knowwhatImean?

40 days.

Promises, promises…

As you can see, I saved the best for last.

Laters! Ya’ll have a great week!

Don’t buy HP

So last night, I began a factory reset on my laptop. I copied everything off so I won’t loose anything. It normally takes about 4 – 6 hours, so I left it over night.

Well, over 15 hours later, it says it’s only 19% done and I contacted HP online.

I get this – okay, let’s get you over to a tech and it takes me to a screen to CHARGE ME to talk to a tech for a 5 month old laptop.

I disconnected.

I went back to the home page and pulled up a phone number. The tech tells me to crash them system and then he says – when you get back online, we’ll go on the internet and I’ll remote in.

Uhm… I just crashed an empty laptop. There is nothing. I turned it on and I have the black screen of death. He gives me ANOTHER phone number and says – if it comes back up, call this number.

What I need is where I can TAKE it so your guys can FIX it ASAP!

Hate HP. Really. Hate them.

Spawn is doing great. He ate out the bbq restaurant at lunch.

here. It’s Friday. Have some Guy.

My favorite side. nodnodnod

Well, I AM nekked…

And the long legs of sex. I’m going to see if my laptop is up. Probably not. I’m crabby. So much for writing. I’ve got William Edward in bed, naked, and hard and Viv is willing and ready. And wet.

Irritating…

Oh it hurts!

ME! I’m talking about me!

Spawn had a very rough afternoon, an expected rough time, but still. The surgeon said the valve slid in perfectly and went straight to work. They brought him to his room – where I, his faithful minion… er… mama, was waiting – He slept pretty much for most of the afternoon, complaining about a sore throat (because there were tubes down in it for sometime) and I was given water, tea, and ginger ale for him. The plan was to have him on his feet by 3 PM. (Remember he came out of surgery around 11:30) but when we sat him up the first time, everything in his stomach – all liquid – hit the floor.

We finally got him up and moving around 8 PM.  He was venturing into solid food (a turkey sandwich) when I left after 9.

He’s told me this morning that they poked and prodded him all night – took more blood. And right now the doctors are with him.

My legs hurt, my back hurts, everything hurts hurts hurts. My ankles are swollen. We are out of money. I have enough money to park today and that’s it. Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out. Right now, I’m laying waste to my cousin’s stash of popcorn and pretzels and the hospital has a Brita water dispenser, so I can refill my water bottles. I’m good. If anything, this is putting a temporary stop to my clothes shopping.

OH! See what I got mom???

She picked it out.  of course for me…

I NEED spring! Need it! When we go home, I’m cleaning out Spawn’s cave so I can get to the closet, I’ll be unpacking warm weather clothes and I’ll post the ever anticipated State of My Closet Address. I know a few of you are looking forward to that.

I need to head to the hospital. I’m still clearing off my harddrive so I can wipe and reset this thing. Half of the programs aren’t working. I’m hoping to bring Spawn back to his grandparents this afternoon and then if they give us the all clear, we’ll head home to Savannah on Sunday. They’ve told us a week after Wednesday he can resume all normal activities. So laters…