Blizzards, windstorms sciatica

Well, if I have to make one post this may as well  be this.

We're having a godawful winter. It's too cold.

That's all.

Winter sucks, so does depression.

Happy Valentine's Day

I am ready to bring a new dog into my life. However, my husband is not. He's the one who doesn't want to let go of the memory of Pepper.

I've convinced him I need to make a memorial garden for our late furballs. I was going to make it just for Pepper because she was always underfoot, helping when I gardened. Then I thought I should add Miss Kate's name to a memorial as well.

The garden will be old rose garden I used to have in front of our house. The neighbor's kids just wrecked it, but now they are grown, so a garden will be safe. All the flowers will be scented and at dog level. Pepper loved to sniff flowers during her walks. She loved the scent of roses and would dilly dally around, smelling each rose. There'll be a rainbow pinwheel garden spinner too. She loved those. She'd sit and watch them.

I think she'd like the idea of a garden just for her, and she wouldn't mind sharing it with Katie.
                                                                    This is Pepper

                                                                       This is Katie

Mental mutterings of the day

There are problems involving getting another dog.

The first problem is, my son has been diagnosed with Trigeminal Neuralgia. He's been in severe facial pain, and almost any noise sets it off. Dog barking included.  :-(

Then there's the age problem. I'm not that young, in fact in a few years I'll get all the trappings of Medicare and Social Security. I have fibromyalgia and arthritis. I can't help but worry if I'm up to the commitment of dog ownership.

I do miss not having a dog. Pepper, like Kate, Juliana and Freckles, were such a comfort when I needed it, and companionship when I was alone. I feel like there is a dog-shaped hole in my heart. It only gets worse when I look at Petfinder. (headdesk)

I'm still here

Finally went to a neurologist about the pain in my hands. After lots of really fun (NOT!) tests, most of them involving getting stuck with needles and getting zapped to measure nerve response, I got a Rx. Three weeks later, I am SO much better. So much so, I am considering going back to knitting.

I really need knit. It's the one thing that can help take my mind off things. And, wow, I need to take my mind off things.

I got tired of the old design and updated.

I'm now on meds for uric acid. Doc wants to treat the gout first and see how my hand pain is. So far it' done nothing for hand pain. I just feel ticked off that he told me to take Tylenol or Advil for it. Dude, if Tylenol took care of it, I wouldn't be sitting in your office! =P

Fibro, and RA and Gout - OH MY!

OK, here we go. Doc says I have Rheumatoid Arthritis (on top of Fibro) then told me I have gout. WTF? It was much simpler when I just had depression. =P

I never did have the carpal tunnel surgery. In the pre surgery blood tests, the doc found my red blood platelets were very very low. I had to go to a specialist, who ran all sorts of blood tests. He couldn't find anything! It was a cholesterol med, Niaspan, that a cardiologist put me on. Stopped taking the stuff and now I'm ok.

Confirmed today that I need carpal tunnel surgery. I'll have my right hand done on Oct 6th. Not thrilled, but it's necessary.

Just a note that we are okay. Hurricane Irene roared thought last night. We were very lucky and didn't lose trees or electricity!

The Border Collie Drinking Game

I found this on an old disk while looking for something else. =)

The Border Collie Drinking Game

Take a drink if you consider buying a Border Collie
Take two drinks of you don't live on a farm

Take a drink if your Border Collie rewires the kitchen telephone
Take two drinks if it rearranges your furniture
Drink the entire bottle if you come home to find your Border Collie has rewired your house and installed a Jacuzzi.

Take a drink if your Border Collie herds your kids
Take two drinks if it herds the neighborhood kids.
Drink the entire bottle if it successfully herds school buses

Take a drink if your Border Collie's favorite toy is a tennis ball
Take two drinks if it has to rip the covering of every tennis ball to shreds
Take two drinks if you find it with your tennis racket
Drink the entire crate if it watches The US Open
Drink everything in sight if it WINS The US Open
Take a drink if your Border Collie likes to sing along with the radio or CD's
Tale two drinks if it has better pitch than most pop singers
Drink the entire bottle if it organizes a dog chorus.
Drink the entire case if it wins the local choral competition

Take a drink if your Border Collie watches TV
Take two drinks if it tells you "Lassie" couldn't herd a flock of ducks
Drink the entire bottle if you find it on the roof installing a satellite dish so it can watch BBC AMERICA'S "One man and his dog"

Take a drink if your Border Collie will go for walkies only if it is wearing a color coordinated leash and collar, or a bandanna.
Take two drinks if you find I ordering a new bandanna over the internet

Take a drink if your Border Collie has it's own webpage.
Take two drinks if you find your Border Collie checking out your scanner.
Drink the entire bottle if it knows HTML and Java

Take a drink if you find your Border Collie watching the movie "BABE"
Take two drinks if your Border Collie invites his/her friends over to watch it
Drink the entire bottle if it orders out for pizza when the other dogs arrive

Take a drink if your Border Collie refuses to get into your car
Take two drinks if it tells you it doesn't want to be seen in 'that junker'
Drink the entire bottle if it tells you cars, like Border Collies, should only come in, "Black, white, brown or red and/or blue merle."


Take a drink if your Border Collie barks at trucks
Take two drinks if it gets frantic when ever a UPS trucks stops in front of your house
Drink the entire bottle if it paints big white patches on the UPS truck while the driver is making a delivery.
Drink the entire crate if it tells you it did it because the truck didn't have esthetic appeal.

Take a drink when your Border Collie takes up religious studies.
Take two drinks if it starts it's own religion
Drink the entire bottle if it tells you that you're not dyslexic when you write 'god' instead of 'dog'.

Got a new computer today. The one I had been using is five years old and gave me the black screen of death yesterday. I had been on Jury Duty, so at least I had the money from that to put towards it.

New 'Hyperbole and a Half'

This is one of my favorite web comics. In this episode, The Simple Dog Goes for a Joy Ride. Poor beast! It has more troubles than most dogs have in a lifetime!

We are having an old fashioned blizzard. Which is ok because we aren't going anywhere.

I went to the doc thinking I had arthritis in my hands, and was told, no you have carpel tunnel. Guess it's better than arthritis by miles, but I have to give up knitting for a few months and write a LOT less. This does not bode well, because I have a concert tour coming up and that's what I do when I am not needed. So now I have to find something non-handkilling to fill my time. Oh, I could take photos, but musicians are fussy critters.

I haven't been here for a long time. My son's been having all sorts of nasty dental work and has been in a lot of pain. Been spending most of my spare time knitting.

Here's a little something I made yesterday.

I have been flat on my back for the last three weeks. Sciatica hit me like a ten ton truck. Let me say it's not fun.

In spite of deleting every one of his messages, the porn spammer is still hitting me. I'd like to wring his neck.

That damned porn spammer is driving me crazy. I want to rip his heart out and make him eat it.

Things are quiet. Still haven't vacuumed under the table so I can put my bare feet on Pep's fur first thing in the morning. She was the one who got me through my day.

No more dogs, even after I recover from losing her. Not that I wouldn't welcome one, but I'm getting too damned old, and that totally pisses me off.

I hate aging. It's not really fair. Just when you get it all down and finally like yourself, you turn around and you're an old fart. Guess I'll just be that bitter old woman, who knits and bitches.

This blog seems to be a target of porn spamming. =/ I'm not at all happy about it.

This is very funny. Clickie!