In the comment section of a blog I like to read, I found new names for McCain and Palin:
"Walnuts" and "Bible Spice"
Ha!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Good Smell Day
Apparently, polyps have a place to hide, and it's up my nose. I have tried to expel them with drugs and nettie pots, but they thwart any attempt I make with their 6 fierce teeth and bug eyes (shown above). Before I knew they had moved in, I thought I was just stuffy from the weather and tried to blow them out. Ouch.
The thing about having polyps growing in my nose is that they keep me from smelling and tasting very much. It's had more of an effect on my life than I thought it would and it's not a good effect. Since they are so damn stubborn and won't move out, the days on which I can smell and taste are few and far between.
On the occasions that I regain those two elusive senses, I can usually be found running around my house, making sure there are no funky smells. Today, for about 10 minutes, I could smell and taste and that's a banner day for me. I was out and about and I caught whiffs of perfume, fall and cars. Even though I don't much like perfumes or the smells cars make, I was happy to finally smell fall. Yum.
Unfortunately, it's time for surgery, which basically amounts to, disgustingly enough, a D&C in your nostrils. Gross, but then again most surgery is. Unfortunately, I have no insurance, so it will have to wait.
I'm hoping to have them removed in time for the wedding so I can taste the catering and smell my new husband who wears bay rum and Jymn's Special Sauce.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Scenes from a Reception
Goat and I are going to have our reception at a science center. Recently, we stopped in to take a few pictures so we could get an idea of where we would set up the tables and the food and where the hell everyone is going to dance. Here are a few, but not so many as to spoil it for the people who are coming.
This is near the entrance. Upon arrival our guests will have access to a bar, a band and, as is so typical at wedding receptions, a T-Rex statue.
One of the reasons I love Goat so much is because whenever I turn my back on him for second, he finds something to play in, with, on or around. Classic only child behavior that has followed him into his adulthood. We tried to get some photos of Goat in the enormous tortoise shell and me sitting on top for our save the date cards, but they ended up looking like rather awkward. Oh well.
All the displays will be on and running during the reception, so people will be able to learn as they celebrate our love. It will be really fun! And nerdy.
This is near the entrance. Upon arrival our guests will have access to a bar, a band and, as is so typical at wedding receptions, a T-Rex statue.
One of the reasons I love Goat so much is because whenever I turn my back on him for second, he finds something to play in, with, on or around. Classic only child behavior that has followed him into his adulthood. We tried to get some photos of Goat in the enormous tortoise shell and me sitting on top for our save the date cards, but they ended up looking like rather awkward. Oh well.
All the displays will be on and running during the reception, so people will be able to learn as they celebrate our love. It will be really fun! And nerdy.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Fan Club
I have a new fan club. It consists of an older Asian couple who live around the corner. I first saw them at my garage sale in June, they stopped by to look over my goods, not buying anything and not speaking any English. Since then, I have seen them almost every day, shuffling around the neighborhood for what seems like hours, enjoying their surroundings immensely. The husband is either pushing a walker on wheels or his wheelchair and the wife is walking with her hands clasped behind her back or pushing her husband in his chair when he tires. Very dear.
Yesterday, I had to pick a few things up at the pharmacy, so I hopped on my trusty cruiser, Marybeth, and headed down the block. As I cruised up Beaufield Street, I saw the elder Asian couple on their daily constitutional walking toward me. As I came closer, they stopped walking, and started waving and cheering me on like I was in the Tour de France. The husband gave me a creaky thumbs up, and the wife waved her little fists in the air, smiled widely and gave me a few little whoops. It made me giggle, and I waved back thinking how much I loved living in my neighborhood.
Ten minutes later, I was on my way back up Beaufield, heading home with my bicycle basket full of purchases. I saw the couple again, teetering up the street. They stopped as they saw me heading home and again, greeted me with the thumbs up, the cheering and the fist waving. I felt like Lance Armstrong. I waved back.
I don't know if it was the basket on my bike, that I was riding a bike, or just me, but they thought something was worthy of stopping their walk to cheer me on.
I have fans!
Yesterday, I had to pick a few things up at the pharmacy, so I hopped on my trusty cruiser, Marybeth, and headed down the block. As I cruised up Beaufield Street, I saw the elder Asian couple on their daily constitutional walking toward me. As I came closer, they stopped walking, and started waving and cheering me on like I was in the Tour de France. The husband gave me a creaky thumbs up, and the wife waved her little fists in the air, smiled widely and gave me a few little whoops. It made me giggle, and I waved back thinking how much I loved living in my neighborhood.
Ten minutes later, I was on my way back up Beaufield, heading home with my bicycle basket full of purchases. I saw the couple again, teetering up the street. They stopped as they saw me heading home and again, greeted me with the thumbs up, the cheering and the fist waving. I felt like Lance Armstrong. I waved back.
I don't know if it was the basket on my bike, that I was riding a bike, or just me, but they thought something was worthy of stopping their walk to cheer me on.
I have fans!