We resume

our regularily scheduled programming to bring you THIS freak of nature, otherwise know as SNOW in the Deep South.


I have more pix of MY yard

This is my MIL's...my local photo developer and I seem to have a failure to communicate.

it seems simple. Order more than 100 prints. Get a free CD. Well...I guess that was too much. and I didn't feel like going back two hours later for the CD.

The promised monologue is forthcoming...but maybe this will suffice for now?


side note:

Thank you for your concern and emails and good positive energy. It means the world to me.

truly

We interrupt our normally scheduled

programming.......to bring you this from Atlanta

Guess who shouldn't drink more than three caffeine laden drinks in one day in a feeble attempt to counter the affects of five nights of sleep deprivation from back pain?

Guess who shouldn't take script strength 800 mg tablets of Motrin for same?

Guess who had to go to the hospital last night?

Guess who didn't know she had a family history of Supra Ventricular Tachycardia?

DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That would be yours truly.

It all started innocently enough.

Hurt my back on Friday night rolling around on the floor and rough housing with the kids. What? I know I'm not 20 anymore. Somehow sadly, my brain does not.

Then basically I couldn't move all week-end. Well strike that. I could move if I took the 800 mg strength Motrin previously given to me by my doc for another lumbosacral strain "ally oops".

Fast forward to Tuesday. Haven't slept in 4 days because the Motrin....GEESH...it wears OFF after 8 waking hours. And I refused to take more than one a day. So toss...turn....OUCH. Toss...turn...OUCH.

Really not so different from my everyday life. Well except for the OUCH.

Wake up in the morning....must drink coffee. Diet coke in the afternoon...yeah baby!

Wednesday late afternoon....replying to work emails at home

"Hmmmm? That's weird. Why is my pulse pounding. HOLEY CRAP...why is my pulse doing the SKIP to my freakin LOU??? (searching frantically for a pulse on my carotid)

WTF.....where the hell is my pulse?"

SHIT...shit...shit...(hit the speed dial for family doc) "Hello Dr. Feelgood? Uhmmmm...something isin't right" (describing situation above)

"You need to go to the hospital...NOW. Are you on a cell phone? Can someone drive you? We will call you back in 2 minutes. If you don't answer we WILL call an ambulance."

Fotunately my DH was just minutes from home and four hours and lots of proking and prodding and testing later, I was sent on my merry way with pages and pages of instructions all basically telling me not to worry but be watchful.

Oh and I have to go back to the hospital tomorrow for this event monitor thingy that they strap to you for five days...WHEEE! And a follow-up with a specialist in a week...double WHEEEE!

Not life threatening. Not heart disease. You are the specimen of perfect health. Just a blip from combined events.

Combined events being..no sleep, too much stimulus, ie caffeine. Apparently the deal breaker was my potassium level...just a smidge off. Potassium.....who knew?

Word to the wise...watermelon and good ole Idaho bakers, not bananas, are the Superman source. Not that I have anything against bananas per se.

Just a blip.

I might never have an incident again. But after talking to my folks and finding out my dad has the same thing. WHAT? And his first onset was when he was my age now... WTF???

I'm sure the ER docs would have appreciated having this information. Because they were genuinely puzzled (yet intrigued.....in a Nancy Drew 'Let's solve a mystery' kind of way)

Love you Daddy.

But seriously...we HAVE to talk about this genetic thing.

Snow!

To have snow in Atlanta. Even once a year? It is a moment to be savored.

To have snow back to back in less than 4 days.....well by god that's a reason for a full out party in the streets type of hysteria.

I have pictures. Unfortunately my brand new digi cd has decreed that my lowly step child of a monitor is not worthy of her special brand of love. So I must go through the antiquated steps of taking my card to Ritz, burning a CD, downloading said contents to my puter and uploading here.

Crap...I'm exhausted just typing that. And the CD instruction manual made it all seem so effortless. Stupid monitor.

But there will be pictures peeps and a very funny monlogue to follow.

I Pinky swear promise.

Teaser

"What is white and flying through the air during a winter storm in Atlanta other than snow?"

a)Milk
b)Bread
c)Eggs
d)All of the above at your local neighborhood Kroger

Stay tuned!

An Eulogy for 9 to 5

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I don't know what is more disturbing.

Option A: That I am still online at work at 7pm checking messages

or

Option B: That the copy/mail room staff is right there with me.

To put a very fine point on it....technology is a blessing (40%) and a bitch (60%)

Post Holiday Blech

Back from Sunny Florida - blech

Back to School - Double Blech

Back to work - Triple BLECH with a "round the world and Back FLIP snap"

Sigh...see it all boils down to sleep. Or a dismal lack thereof.

I was just looking at my complexion in the mirror Monday morning and thought "DUHAMMMMM....that's some pretty fine unlined healthy looking epidermis you are sporting there Mrs. H!!!"

Today?

Not so much.

I would say that I need a sugar daddy so that I could retire to a life of ease. And by extension...SLEEP!

BUT

Not only has THAT train left the station...(tiny sob) my ticket's expired.

heh

But good news.

My DH of 20 years still thinks I'm HOT (shhhhhh...never you mind about the need for his eye check)

So the score is...............

Sugar Daddy - BIG huge honkin ZERO

Myopic Dedicated DH - Ten to the power of TEN....sweet!

PS...I'm going to bed early

Nighty-O

The 10 days of vacay

10 days later I have the following to share from my trip to SoFLo to visit the parental units:

10 TEN freakin long miserable hours in a car. One way. With three males. Four if you count the dog. I'm not sure if I'm breathing air, testosterone, hair or some unholy combination of all three.

And okay TECHNICALLY it was downhill one way 10 hours. And uphill, LESS than 9 hours(my DH made me put the LESS than 9 hours part because he is so very proud of THAT fact)

Someone who is way more math geeky proficient than I am, is going to have to figure THAT one out(Downhill slower, uphill faster) Just sayin...maybe we should call NASA?? MIT???


9 NINE Publix receipts. Yes....WE REALLY did go to Publix's everyday. Can we say growth spurt?

8 EIGHT 6x6 scrapbook pages for my mom's "brag" book. She nagged. I scrapped. We're both happy. All is right in the mother/daughter universe.

7 SEVEN mornings of sleeping in. I predict major adjustment meltdown on Monday


6 SIX loads of laundry. Well technically 12. 6 light, 6 dark. What? You think laundry does itself? Pack light. Laundry often. That's my motto.

5 FIVE walks a day. With Jake. The constipated, territorial marking wonder dog. Lest you think this was some type of moderately aerobic workout.....HELLO mailbox. And mailbox. And mailbox. And HEY yet another mailbox. WHEEEEEEEEEEE...Jake...he doeth love EVERY mailbox!!!

4 FOUR days of Curves circuit weight training with my mom. One word. OUCH.

3 THREE nights of pyrotechnics. New Year's Eve. New Year's Day. Day after. All to celebrate the Y chromosone units in my life's deep and unadulterated love of lighting the night skies. Which is just a very puhrty way of saying they like things to blow up and go BANG. The third night's festivities were a full out in your face ode to, "Neener, neener GA kicked Hawaii's keister in the Sugar bowl"

2 TWO books a day. Yep. That would be me. By the pool. Reading my brains out. Kind of like a bear pigging out on berries before the long winter's hibernation.

1 ONE wonderful, exhausting, beautiful, pain in the ass, perfect, one for the record books Christmas.

Beat THAT Griswold!