Monthly Archives: June 2007


I always tend to get pissy when I think of you all sitting in your office/cubicle/whatever this time of day while I’m slaving away at work without a computer to surf on for hours at a time instead of actually doing work.  But today I got one over on you.  Not only am I sitting on my butt in front of a monitor reading blogs and not working, ~ I’M DOING IT IN THE COMFORT AND PRIVACY OF MY OWN HOME.~  And you’re not.  So there.

The above jab is not intended for you at-home folks who don’t fall into the cheater category…

It’s 8 am and I’ve already had my coffee on the porch, read the January issue of HARP  (yeah, I’m always months behind on my reading) and wrote down a list of bands I want to check out on here.  I have two iTunes cards and $25 Mastercard dollars that have been naggin’ at me to buy some tunage with.  Gonna get on that in the next few days.  That makes me smile.

PD and Little Ju are still sound asleep and this is the first alone time I’ve had in a while and am taking advantage of that… Here’s a question for you to ponder… If you had one entire weekend to spend alone, how would you spend it?

I have about a million answers for that.  Among them:

  1. Finish organizing my studio so that I could actually find things and actually start a project.  I’ve been itchy lately to create.
  2. Get caught up on much-neglected reading.
  3. Take a stab at finishing painting my diningroom.  I’ve had one wall done for an embarrassingly long time.  It’s not as preposterous as all that.  There is more than just slapping paint on a wall involved.  What I’ve started is wallpaper, stencilling and a certain painting technique that is sort of mottled and has kind of a stucco effect.  So it will take more than a day or two per wall.  Hence, the procrastination.  See?  I always have a really good reason when I put things off…
  4. Take a long drive to somewhere relaxing and just enjoy some music and my own thoughts and company.
  5. Get caught up with my social circle; friends I haven’t seen or talked to in awhile.  That would include people I love spending time with- Ade, Natalie, Kate, Dana, Liz, just to name a few.

I can’t believe it.  That’s the first time I actually turned off bullets and didn’t have to go back and fix something.  Usually I manage to screw something up. (surprise.)

Yesterday my alarm went off and I couldn’t shut it off.  Why? you ask.  Because… I was tangled up in the sheets like a freakin’ burrito and couldn’t get my arms out.  It was nuts.  You know how it is when you first wake up, you’re kind of disoriented for a few seconds.  I thought I’d lost my arms or something. Then when I realized what was going on, the end of the sheet was under me and I couldn’t…  Anyway, it was funny after I realized all I had to do was roll over.  File this one under The Adventure of Being Linda.  The saga never ends…

Ok, enjoy your day. Bye.


I’ve scheduled off work tomorrow and next Mon-Thur. and am quite happy about that. 

And oh, by the way… just where the hell did June go?


Just poppin’ in to say “Hi” and see how y’all are doin’.  It is a sweltering 94 degrees here and I just may stay in tonight and enjoy the AC.  It’s the kind of hot, that when you’re outside it’s hard to breathe and it makes you (ok, me) nauseous.  Blecch.

Enjoying having The Kid here, he’s a laff-a-minute.  One thing we’ve been enjoying before bed or when he needs to sit still for a bit is going on I Can Has Cheezburger?.  We laugh our butts off.  You know you want to go there.  It’s only been top blog on WordPress for weeks now.  Maybe months.

K. I’m outta here.  Take care, say hi and btw, JuJu has come back from the Blogdead.


This is a test post from flickr, a fancy photo sharing thing.


What a week this has been. I can’t say I’m not happy for the weekend.  After everything else, we had a bitch of a storm on Thursday afternoon.  PD was visiting his parents when the storm came up and I was at work so there was no one here to close windows.  Consequently, when I came home it looked like a small tornado had taken a shortcut through the house.  I would post a couple pictures, but that’s a sore spot for me and I’m not looking to add stress to my life at this point in time…

I have a small collection of small colored glass bottles that I keep lined up on the kitchen window sill.  It’s so pretty when the sun shines through them.  I also have a few other interesting (to me) little glass objet d’art that I display there.  These and the bottles were strewn from the window sill across the kitchen and the rain that blew in soaked the floor and pretty much everything on the counter under the window.  A soaked roll of paper towels isn’t good for a whole lot of anything…

There is a landing part way up the staircase leading to our upstairs.  There is a window there, which of course, was open. So the carpeting halfway down the stairs was soaked as well as the stairs the other half of the way up.  So that pretty much covered the entire staircase.

The fun part, though, was my bathroom.  It’s not a big room.  I have a tile floor with a shaggy throw-rug in front of the sink. The floor and the rug were completely soaked as well as the carpet in the hall outside the bathroom.  My shower curtain was in a twist and the toilet seat cover, tissue box and (yay) the roll of toilet tissue, which may or may not be good for anything when it’s wet, were soaked also.  Not what you want to come home to after a long day at work.

Outside damage was minimal.  Our flag survived but the holder attached to the bannister is mangled.  Most of the soffit and facia across the front porch roof was either hanging by a thread or spread over the front yard.  All of my lilies evidentally had given up and just laid down on the ground.  Our gas grill took a tumble and the glass on the front of the lid came out but didn’t break, surprisingly.  The cover stayed on the small pool we have for the kids but a lot of yucky stuff found it’s way under there.  The (fake) bamboo roll-up awning on the back porch was partly up and partly down and I thought it might be ruined, but it’s fixable. The big beautiful oak tree in the field across the road from us appears to have just split down the middle and half of it is on the ground.  That upset me more than anything, it is one of my favorite parts of the scenery here.

It’s very lucky that we had the tree behind our house cut down a few weeks ago.  Most of it was dead and being that it was situated in the back yard where most of the storm evidence was, chances are it would have ended up on top of our back porch roof  or square in the center of our garage.

An amusing aside to this story: while at work when the storm was at its peak, my crazy friend Joe escorted me to the window to watch the lightning show.  He knows that I’m afraid and thought it would be good therapy for me.  I told him that he’d need to hold my hand to keep me from covering my eyes.  As we stood at the window, I became aware of him humming a familiar tune close to my ear.  Soon he bagan to sing aloud, ever so softly. It was Silent Night.  Maybe you hadta be there, maybe you hafta know Joe to appreciate it, but it was funny as hell.

Yesterday afternoon we did, after all, kidnap Little Juju.  It was pretty late when we got back here last night.  But we looked at the Moon through the telescope, started working on a story about Peter Parker/Spiderman and Dr. Octopus and did a little unpacking.  We haven’t yet made a plan for today but it’s sure to be fun.

Oh, have you ever had a Pecan-Crusted Chicken Salad at Applebee’s?  It’s got mandarin oranges, bleu cheese, honey glazed walnuts, dried cranberries…  mmm-mmm, Good.


First, let me apologize for not answering comments as I usually do for the last couple of days.  I was a bit exhausted and kind of a nervous wreck.  I would have denied it then but I can tell you now that I was.

I won’t drag this out.  George called me this afternoon and thankfully, told me that no cancerous cells showed up in my biopsy.  I can’t tell you how relieved I was to hear that.  Wait, oh yes I can… I WAS RELIEVED TO HEAR THAT.

You see, my paternal grandmother died from uterine or ovarian cancer when she was 33 years old.  My father was only three.  I’ve been told that I resemble her.  I have spent the last few years trying to find out every and anything I can aboot her.  There are very few people left who were alive when she was who can tell me things.  What I have learned so far- She had a beautiful singing voice.  That’s it.  But I guess that has to be enough.  Her name was Lenora.  And I wish I had known her.

Anyway, what I do have is treatable and given that it’s been found now, there is a good chance that it won’t develop into anything more serious.  I have to be on medication for the next three months and then have an ultrasound and another biopsy.  (Oh goody…)  George is recommending a bedtime dosing since the medication causes irritability and mood swings.  Was nice of him to think of PD, don’t you think.  Of course when I told PD this, his answer was something to the effect of “And how will I know the difference?”  He’s such a bitch.

So there it is.  I cried already, am thinking aboot celebrating.  But one thing I know, and that is this… Life is going to taste a whole lot sweeter from this point on.

Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers.  I am blessed to have fambly and friends like you. Really.


Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Despite the high level of drama that is creeping into your life right now, nothing too upsetting will develop by the end of the day. No great changes will occur before tomorrow. Right now you are sort of at a crossroads in your life. But the good news is, you do not have to worry about making a commitment or dealing with any major problems. Feel free to put your life on autopilot and ride any wave of good energy that comes your way.

My reaction to this… Autopilot, it is.

I love autopilot.

TUE. @ 6:15am

No word yet in regards to Saturday’s post.  I’m holding tight but at some point today if I don’t hear anything, I’m going to go batshit crazy. call George and say “What the f***, dude, why you makin’ me wait?” “So have you gotten the results of my biopsy?”

I’m excited to be going to kidnap my grandson on Friday and going to be holding him hostage for a week or so.  Don’t tell the authorities.  JuJu knows, however and I think just maybe she’s looking forward to it almost as much as I am.


If you are reading this, I’m sorry for you.  Like me, you are missing Bonnaroo.  That is just wrong.  We should be there.  The only thing I can do for you is to provide this link.  I spent almost two hours digging around on the site, listening to music and reading about the bands there this year as well as previously.

I think I mentioned that we had the big (dying) tree in our backyard cut down a couple weeks ago.  It took a little while to get used to it being gone, but now I have a panoramic view of the sky from my swing that is especially nice at night.  The stars put on a great show.  Sadly, since I’ve been sitting out at night, the Moon hasn’t made an appearance.  But I know he’s up there and that makes it all ok.

The other issue I referred to yesterday… I had been prescribed Lexapro by my doctor over a year ago.  Lexapro is basically an antidepressant, but is supposedly great for treating symptoms of menopause also.  When I first started taking it, I had barely made it through about six weeks of night sweats that kept me from sleeping undisturbed more than two hours at a time.  That kind of sleep disruption wreaks havoc with your daylight functioning.  Seriously.  I think you can imagine.  The pills seemed to help with that for a time.  I recently decided that I didn’t want to take it any longer and discussed it with my doctor.  She assured me that if I took half the prescribed dosage for two weeks and then stopped, I would be fine.  I had told her that I had heard horror stories of people who had such a hard time getting off it that they opened up the capsules and counted the little granules of  medication and decreased it one itty bitty granule every day.  Someone near and dear to me warned me of what she referred to as “brain pings” and that they were, by no means, fun.  But the doc pooh-poohed this and assured me that I would suffer no such problem.

She’s full of shit and I am looking forward to pointing that out to her, first chance I get.

At first the “pings” were minimal, maybe 3-5 per day for the first few days.  I stopped taking the Lexapro on Friday the 15th, following doctor’s orders.  Yesterday was definitely my worst day.  It seemed like I was pinging as much as I wasn’t.  I hope they ease up soon.

The pings are very hard to describe.  They vary; sometimes feeling like a quick little compression about the duration of the time it takes to hiccup.  And sometimes it feels like an electric shock racing through my head.  There is no pain involved and it doesn’t seem to interfere with my already-less-than-proficient brain skills.  More than anything, it’s just annoying as all get-out.

I’ve been reading articles online while I’m writing this and just came across this:

Discontinuation of Treatment with Lexapro

During marketing of Lexapro and other SSRIs and SNRIs (serotonin and norepinephrine reuptake inhibitors), there have been spontaneous reports of adverse events occurring upon discontinuation of these drugs, particularly when abrupt, including the following: dysphoric mood, irritability, agitation, dizziness, sensory disturbances (e.g., paresthesias such as electric shock sensations), anxiety, confusion, headache, lethargy, emotional lability, insomnia, and hypomania. While these events are generally self-limiting, there have been reports of serious discontinuation symptoms.

Hmm. “Paresthesia.” I might want to go look that up.  In the mean time, you have a great day and enjoy what’s left of the weekend. 

I miss you, Dad…


I guess I’ve been neglecting posting mostly for lack of anything interesting or positive to report.  I’ve been experiencing a kind of  crappy intermission lately; a break from my normally wonderful, exciting and enthusiastic existence.  Ha.

Let’s get all the shitty shit crap out of the way and move on to the lighter side then…

I had what I’m going to refer to as a Red Flag Pap test a couple of weeks ago.  (Guys, feel free to skip over this uncomfortable female stuff…)  My wonderfully wonderful gynecologist-who incidentally lets me call him George, (I think I mentioned this before and this just illustrates the priceless nature of our doctor-patient relationship.  Most women would tell you, to have a gynecological trust and candor such as this would make their life complete…) called to tell me that he was “concerned” and why and scheduled me for a biopsy.  In his office, no less, which is way more comforting than having it done in a cold, impersonal room in a hospital with a bunch of strangers.  To make a long story short, I had it done on Tuesday and am patiently (mmm…) awaiting the results.  Unnerving, kinda.  Was hoping for a Friday call so’s I wouldn’t have to endure the weekend anticipation of a Monday call.  I prefer stress-free weekends, don’t you know.

So I’m spending today getting my hair cut and taking the Mom shawpin’.

Tomorrow Poopy and I will celebrate 7 years of wedded bliss.  I choose to refer to it that way, he’ll maybe describe it in another way… But I know he loves me in spite of … well, that’s another post altogether.  😉  Seven years. Oooh-chee-wow-a. (Now, if there is an actual way to spell that, please lmk.)

So, the other night I’m in the shower.  I put the nearly-full-and-so-rather-weighty shampoo bottle back on the shelf which is, oh I don’t know, five and a half feet up.  If I’d had my eyes open I may have seen it slide off the shelf and may have been able to move my foot in time.  Instead, that bugger bounced off that bone on the top of my foot midway between my ankle and big toe.  I may have said the f-word cause baby, that HURT.

I will post tomorrow aboot my other issue this week.  This is getting long and whiney.  In the meantime, please go visit my radically awesome nephew and read how he acquired his second foul ball this season at a Pirate game.  That has to be some kind of freaky record.  Though I’m not a big sports fan, I am however a huge fan of rushes and that had to be quite a rush for him.

I’m off.  Have a great weekend. 

 Adrienne, have a lovely Birthday.  🙂 ~~~~~  XOXO

To all the MRTADs (Men Referred to as “Dad”) out there, Happy Father’s Day to you.