July 2011 Archives
July 24, 2011
He may not be following me, but I'm following him ...
This is probably the funniest thing I've read in a long time. Glinner, I'm so sorry if you got frustrated but this made for high comedy.
(obviously, meant to be read from the bottom up.)
(obviously, meant to be read from the bottom up.)
July 21, 2011
Well, that was different ...
The stress test today was interesting. It was my first, as I have never had any heart trouble, except for some bruises and the occasional heel print. It started an hour late, which was good and bad. The Good: it gave me time to read another hundred pages of my book, Game of Thrones (we'll talk about that another time) but The Bad: it also made me anxious that there wouldn't be enough time to finish my test. I was only able to have a small breakfast, nothing after 10 am, and my nervousness was burning up my protein shake pretty quickly. By the time they finally called me in, I was ready to jump out of my skin.
And then I sat and waited another half hour. Really? I totally forgot about the multi-stage waiting rooms the major doctors have and the cardiologist, well, that would be one of them. So when they called me from the second waiting room, I was running on empty and I hadn't even started.
And then I sat and waited another half hour. Really? I totally forgot about the multi-stage waiting rooms the major doctors have and the cardiologist, well, that would be one of them. So when they called me from the second waiting room, I was running on empty and I hadn't even started.
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Hurdle
Facing one today, a stress test on my heart. Not sure why I'm so nervous, just know that getting shot with radioactive isotopes isn't my favorite pasttime. One step closer, though.
July 4, 2011
Meet Patio Cat
This is Patio Cat. I was determined not to get attached when he showed up on our doorstep and immediately curled up on my feet. I swore I would harden my heart when he crawled up my leg to sit in my lap. But when he curled up around my neck and nuzzled my ear with his warm little nose, I caved.
His name might be Hobbes. I was back and forth on a couple of names. Pete (so I could call him Sweetie Petey). Frank (after my high school drama teacher, Father Frank Toste, who is in the hospital right now and used to give me that very same look when I flubbed a line). Calvin. And he may not even be a boy, y'all, so I son't know what to call him. BUT Tim has already said Hobbes and that he would be his NC cat. I say if Tim wants an NC cat, maybe he should move in with his NC girlfriend. But I digress.
Patio Cat. He's redonkulously cute. And I think he's ours. He seems awfully comfy.
His name might be Hobbes. I was back and forth on a couple of names. Pete (so I could call him Sweetie Petey). Frank (after my high school drama teacher, Father Frank Toste, who is in the hospital right now and used to give me that very same look when I flubbed a line). Calvin. And he may not even be a boy, y'all, so I son't know what to call him. BUT Tim has already said Hobbes and that he would be his NC cat. I say if Tim wants an NC cat, maybe he should move in with his NC girlfriend. But I digress.
Patio Cat. He's redonkulously cute. And I think he's ours. He seems awfully comfy.
