Leaping Lizards!

A whole extra day! I feel sorry for people born on February 29. I mean, they only have their "real" day every four years. But I suppose it's a plus when you are forty and can honestly say you've only had ten birthdays.

I wish I was doing something with my extra day besides hitting the redial button every 30 seconds trying for an open line into my doctor's office so I can schedule all these new consults and blood tests I'm supposed to have.

Actually, I have much to do today and tomorrow. I have been far too slack and now that I know I'm not going to keel over and die, I need to get caught up.

And I'm sorry I didn't make it out to the meet-up last night. But to be completely honest, that place has several very bad memories associated with my previous life and it takes a lot of mental and emotional energy to make myself go there. And last night I didn't have what it takes.

Sunday, we are going to try to have a date day and have a picnic somewhere, probably Cypress Gardens as I haven't been there since....I can't think of how long. So I need to find some yummy easy picnic food. And a basket.

And take out a loan for the gas money to drive there. For real people! I feel sorry for y'all that have long distances to drive. It cost me almost $40 to fill the tank on my little car the other day. Luckily, I don't drive very far so a tank will last me almost a month. But I know people who have to fill up every week. People who live in Jedburg and Summerville and Harleyville and Huger who drive to West Ashley for work. Yikes, I feel for them!

And wait until those high gas prices start getting passed on to the consumers and food prices start sky-rocketing. I'm thinking about putting in a container garden so I can grow my own veggies this year. I need to figure out how to keep the raccoons and possums out of it, but I'm sure there are ways.

I just don't have much excess spending in my budget (we won't discuss my book habit, I have cut way back on that - the last book I bought was a Neonatal Intensive Care text that I can deduct from taxes). There isn't much trimming I can do other than in the food budget.

Okay, now I'm just blithering away so I don't have to start writing/editing. Initiating self discipline now.


Loki sez: I think Leap Day should be spent feeding me tuna treats and brushing me.

Paper or Plastic?

Lovely, no? That's my antecubital (elbow) after removing the latex based tape from the IV site yesterday. I also have matching red spots from the EKG patches all over my torso. All still present and vividly rosy this morning. Perhaps it's time to switch to paper tape where possible.

Yes, I know, it is Thor's Day.
Sweet:


Annoyed:


Comatose:

Good News/Bad News

Good news: I have the heart of a twenty year old. Pumps like it should, blood goes where it should, speeds up and slows down like it should. Other than the right bundle branch block, which is common and usually without symptoms, not a thing wrong with the ticker.

Bad news: Now we start over in our search for what's wrong with me. Maybe I should start keeping notes so I can be on Mystery Diagnosis some day.

The cardiologist is recommending to my primary doc that I get a full pulmonology work up and thyroid testing.

I'm starting to believe that one of the women I work with was correct: it's menopause.

One thing that treadmill test showed me was how seriously out of shape I've gotten. I was supposed to tell them one minute before I couldn't go any further so they could inject the juice. About nine minutes in (it increased speed and slant every three minutes), I told them it wasn't my heart or my breathing, but my freaking legs were about to give out. I hadn't felt that wobbly since running up and down the hills of San Francisco.

But good old Dr. Cardiologist said that there was nothing stopping me from resuming my regular workouts as long as I watched my breathing and didn't get dizzy.

Great. I'll do that. Tomorrow.

Loki sez: I recommend frequent napping.

Top Ten List

Top Ten Super Powers I'd Like to Get with the Nuke Juice Tomorrow:

10. Plastic limbs

9. Rock Muscles

8. Sonic Boom Voice

7. Fire Vision

6. X-ray Vision

5. Breathing underwater

4. Cat Stealth

3. Invisibility

2. Flight

And the Number One super power skill I'd like to get after being shot up with nuke juice................

1. Perky size quadruple F boobs and a ten inch waist -and the ability to breath- while whipping bad guys butts in a bodice -that doesn't fall down- and high heels -that I don't twist an ankle on- without mussing my hair or getting a run in my fishnet thigh-highs!



Loki sez: I would have thought she'd go for the cat stealth as number one.
Thor sez: That's why she has us!

Blither Blather and Kittens

I've written and deleted two posts today.

One because I was too afraid to say what I wanted to say "in public".

One because I'm just so tired of the same old shit and the slavering unthinking knee-jerk reactions the offenders expect to get. And usually do.

So, you get kittens.

Loki Hunts the Elusive Under-the-Blanket Monster:





Photos by JAZ

Loki Sunday

Ay oh

whey oh

ay oh whey oh

Eat like a human.

Red rum!

Or as close to "red rum" as a photograph will get. See, the first time I looked up and saw the boys sitting very close to one another, in identical poses, staring cat stares at me, the first thing that popped into my head was "Come play with us, Danny" from The Shining.

I have tried to get a perfect photograph, but seeing as I don't really walk around with a camera strapped to my neck all the time, I have to stand up to fetch the camera. And standing up means that they have won (in their fuzzy little minds) the battle of the feed-us stares. So they break formation and run to the food bowl.

Come feed us, human.

As Thor's Day Turns

Will the New York Times next story be "Britney Being Mind Controlled By Space Aliens"?

Will people driving Hummers ever quit whining about gasoline prices?

Will the car dealership ever stop sending me junk mail? (Why would I want to buy a new car less than a year after I purchased my current car?)

Will Loki ever realize that the FedEx man and the UPS guy aren't really going to kill him?

And now back to our regularly scheduled Thor's Day activities: cat dancing.















































Thor sez: That's all folks!

Riding the Crazy Train

The closer I get to Nuke Day, the crazier I get. I am on a crazy train of conflicting emotions and strengths. I hope they find something fixable. I told Jason last night, "I don't care if I have to have a transplant, I just want to be normal again."

For a while, I'm okay with the wait, knowing there isn't anything I can do until we know what is going on and I'm grooving on the (at)peace train.

Then I'll wallow around in self-pity and fear for a while, worried that they won't find something that can be fixed, or even worse, something that isn't bad enough to fix so I have to wait.

I'm not being a good limited activities person. I stomp and pout when Jason drops me off in front of a building then goes to park the car. I resent having to have the bag boy carry my groceries to the car. I hate having to get a buggy to push around even when I know I'm only getting a few things, because walking and carrying things isn't going so well.

I hate, hate, hate and despise with a passion having to ask for help. It makes me feel ashamed of myself. But I know I'm being silly and stupid. I know this is probably temporary, but the what-if's are lurking in the shadows, waiting for a weak moment to attack.

And then later, I'm back to being fine.

Crazy Train.


Loki sez: Gnawing boxes into tiny flecks of cardboard is what I do when I feel upset.

Random Stuff on a Tuesday

The person who injects the radioactive juice for the heart study, I wonder how many jokes she/he has heard about obtaining super powers.

I wouldn't like to be a middle aged mutant ninja turtle, but being able to fly might be fun.

I hate those commercials about people who don't know why e-Harmony has turned them down. It is because you were flagged as not being honest on the personality test you took. It has many built in lie detectors.

Is it weird that I really like the music on the original GEICO caveman commercial, you know, the one where he is in the airport, tennis racket slung over a shoulder, double checking his ticket. The music is kind of 70's cheesy white man calypso keyboard pap. I really like it and I worry what that says about my taste in general. (Edit: oh how often I forget the power of Google! The song is Remind Me by Royksopp, a Norwegian group.)

I know fur is murder, but if a mink stole is over 80 years old and the minks it was made of would have died of natural causes long, long ago, is it okay to own?

Why is it that I can be very funny by accident, then brilliantly play it up, like I meant to be funny, but I can't be funny on purpose?

Thor sez: Why are you constantly taking pictures of me when I'm trying to sneeze?

And More Babies

Yesterday, we went to my mother's house for lunch and for Jason to do some photographs with the new baby and her great-granny. My mom had in mind reproducing an old photograph from way back in the way backs. It was a photograph of my two older brothers, my mom, her mom and her mom's mom.

But she couldn't lay her hands on the original for us to attempt an accurate recreation, so Jason had to wing it.

That gave me an opportunity to rifle through boxes and boxes of old pictures until they had to gently tear me away from them.

But some items I managed to swipe so I could scan them. And some of my pictures I swiped so they would never see the light of day.

How about this one:

I've been told that is a certain Auntie Anonymous and her Grandmother Nimitz.

And Auntie, I didn't steal it, but I found a photograph of the infamous Florida poodles who helped scandalize Holly Hill.

How about this:

That's me at 2 months with my mom in Germany.

Oh Baby, Baby!

My great niece, Hannah. Ain't she sweet? She's a snuggle bunny.

Loki Sunday

Mountain Lions and Cheetahs and Leopards, Oh My

We zipped downtown today to see Jack Hanna and some animals as part of the SEWE. Actually, this was the first time I'd ever been to any events. I was usually working.

I got to ooh and ahh and wish I could take serval cat home with me. He had such a Thor face.

But I really liked the Clouded Leopard.

The little Cape fox was cute, all ears and curled up puppy-shy.

Then they had things like snakes (ick) and skunks and possums and a three banded armadillo. When Jack Hanna asked if we had armadillos here in Charleston, I shuddered, hoping that Chi... that someone who is very touchy about that subject wasn't in the audience. I wanted more kittens, not arguments.

But I was rewared with the big finale, a cheetah! He was soooo gorgeous.

After that, we strolled up to Jestine's for lunch and only stood in line for about fifteen minutes, all the while my heart was going THUMP-WHUMP THUMP-WHUMP who do you think you are galavanting all of three blocks THUMP-WHUMP. Made all the worse by the girl behind us in line who was discussing her trip to Germany and Switzerland and how she was too drunk all the time to see any sights, just went from bar to bar getting drunk. Then I really almost had a heart attack from trying to keep a straight face while she described this place in San Francisco that served "really, like, exotic, like stuff." Like they didn't have ham and cheese omelets, oh no, their omelets had "like fettucini and sun dried tomatoes". (I think she meant feta cheese, that oh so exotic cheese that I have to go all the way to BiLo to find.)

Unfortunately, I was feeling so winded and weird with my heart thumping, that I caused a minor scene in Jestine's by not being able to finish my lunch. I don't think they've ever had anyone not lick the plate clean. But I ever so politely explained that I just wasn't feeling very well and if I could take that yummy meatloaf home, I'd be sure to gobble it down with mucho gusto (which I did) once I was feeling better.


The boys say: We don't know why you had to go downtown to look at cats when you have us to look at for free!

Tired Through and Through

Yesterday morning, I got home from work and slept from around 10:30 to a little after 2:30. I went to bed at 10pm and slept until 5am. Then I fell asleep on the couch about 7am and woke up at 10am. I had to fight the urge to just roll over and continue sleeping.

I'm tired. Down in my bones tired. It isn't depression-like tired. I have had pretty serious bouts of Seasonal Affective Disorder and it isn't that. With that, I don't care that I'm tired, I don't care that I don't feel good, I don't care that I can't participate in my own life.

This tiredness is starting to piss me off. I just want to be able to feel like I can dance around the house when a good song comes on the radio without having to plan a rest period afterwards. I just want to run my errands all in one day. I want to be able to clean the house in one day. I'm tired of resting. But if I don't rest, as I didn't during this very busy stretch at work, this is what happens. I can't stay awake.

But, today is a good day for resting. I have in my hot little hands a brand new copy of The Aristocats. So after doing a few chores, I will sit down with lunch and spend a little time with Duchess and her hero, Thomas O'Malley cat.


Thor sez: I'll practice my scales and arpeggios.

Happy Valentine's Day

From the boys.




Yes, I'm crazy, but you already knew that, so you can't complain.

Odin's Sons Day

You're Gonna Need a Bigger Boat

How sad to wake up to the news that Roy Scheider has died. He was one of those actors, when you saw his name in the credits, you just knew the movie was going to be good.

Of course, I loved him for his role in my number one favorite movie of all time, Jaws.

Seriously. Jaws is my favorite movie. The theme of every-day-guy triumphing over impossible odds is done to perfection in this movie. Throw in the class wars between Hooper and Quint, the political machinations of the slimy Mayor Vaughn and you've got something more than a shark-eats-man story.

Of course, on that summer day that changed all our lives (really, tell me that since seeing that movie, it doesn't pop into your mind the moment you step into the ocean waters) I didn't see all the power struggles and themes. I was still young enough to have to have my friend Kristie's mom drive us to the Aviation Theater on River's Avenue to see it. I nibbled on the large Hershey Bar with Almonds during the credits, but by the movie's end, the chocolate was a half melted mess in my hand.

No, it took several veiwings over many years of grown-upedness before the brilliant layering of personalities and conflicts became clear.

But I always loved Chief Brody. I especially loved him when, while Quint and Hooper male-bonded over their various scars from their manly adventures, Brody quietly lifted his shirt and looked at his appendectomy scar then quickly covered it back up. But he saved the day in the end, didn't he?

Rest in peace, Mr. Scheider, rest in peace.


Thor sez: "Love to prove that, wouldn't ya? Get your name in National Geographic."

Loki Sunday

Ground Control to Major Thor

Thor would LOVE this!!!
http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/2008/02/cat-is-my-co-pi.html