When you have tickets for a concert, it's best to double- and triple-check the date. Jackson Browne does a great encore, that's all I'm gonna say. I feel certain Husband Styro will post more on this topic.
Middle-age is when your day brightens considerably after a long- (long, long, long...get the picture?) awaited bowel movement. TMI, I know, but it was the entire freaking focus of my day, yesterday. Ron White has a line from Drunk in Public, "Have you ever taken a cr*p so big your pants fit better?" Yes. Yes, I have. Sorry, Chickadee.
The counselor I have been seeing did wonders making me brave at BlogHer. I took with me one dozen little handmade banner replicas for the people I really wanted to meet. And every one of them? Was given away. As soon as I recognized someone like MamaSpohr, or Jennsylvania, or The Bloggess, whom I normally would have been terrified to meet, I walked right up to them and handed over the little sign of my love! And they were all really nice! I kinda wanted to keep Margaret's from Nanny Goats in Panties, because, CUTE!
I have my second "procedure" on Thursday, and it would be really, really, REALLY nice if the right side stopped throbbing before that.
Someday, I have to write more about the awesome people that work at Dynamic Neck and Back Rehabilitation. Breanna, Lori, Chanelle, Jonathan, Sabrina, Dr. Kara, you guys make an onerous task completely bearable! And I think they are all working to get their hands on my naked butt for deep-tissue massage, which they call NMT. So far, only Sabrina has not, but then again, she is the reception manager.
Go see Keely, the Un-Mom. Hugh Jackman farts rainbows at her or something.
Middle-age is when your day brightens considerably after a long- (long, long, long...get the picture?) awaited bowel movement. TMI, I know, but it was the entire freaking focus of my day, yesterday. Ron White has a line from Drunk in Public, "Have you ever taken a cr*p so big your pants fit better?" Yes. Yes, I have. Sorry, Chickadee.
The counselor I have been seeing did wonders making me brave at BlogHer. I took with me one dozen little handmade banner replicas for the people I really wanted to meet. And every one of them? Was given away. As soon as I recognized someone like MamaSpohr, or Jennsylvania, or The Bloggess, whom I normally would have been terrified to meet, I walked right up to them and handed over the little sign of my love! And they were all really nice! I kinda wanted to keep Margaret's from Nanny Goats in Panties, because, CUTE!
I have my second "procedure" on Thursday, and it would be really, really, REALLY nice if the right side stopped throbbing before that.
Someday, I have to write more about the awesome people that work at Dynamic Neck and Back Rehabilitation. Breanna, Lori, Chanelle, Jonathan, Sabrina, Dr. Kara, you guys make an onerous task completely bearable! And I think they are all working to get their hands on my naked butt for deep-tissue massage, which they call NMT. So far, only Sabrina has not, but then again, she is the reception manager.
Go see Keely, the Un-Mom. Hugh Jackman farts rainbows at her or something.
