Prayers answered

Yes!!! Just when all hope was lost….. I saw on the Blogger page that you can get rid of those unwanted comments by turning on word verification so that if you write a comment you have to type a word that appears…(and by “you” I am referring to lack of people who actually do ever comment. Alrighty Im tired and punctuation is suffering. Goodnight.

Spam Be Damned!

AND ANOTHER THING.. I am TIRED of these mass-produced “comments” that appear on posts right after you post them... “I saw your blog. It’s neat. Click here.” AGHISjf;skja… I want REAL comments (hint, hint)….not this garbage that I have to systematically go delete….grrrr

Must..clean...

     It is 1:20…and I have just finished another whirlwind midnight cleaning session. What makes me subject myself to manic, frantic cleaning when I should be a) doing homework b) sleeping?? The answer to this can only be ascribed to disgust. Pure, unmitigated disgust at…myself. Well no not really, I haven’t let my room get that bad in a long, long time… but sometimes, every once in a while.. there is just one too many socks lying on the floor. Or one too many books lying on my bathroom (I just REMOVED 10 books…good grief!) floor. Or my freaking 15 year-old cat has PEED one too many times on said sock on the floor (I love her, I do, but I think she’s having issues, sigh).
     I was sitting at my computer, listless, contemplating the hundreds of pages of reading I need to do and the ridiculous French journal I should be working on…and instead grabbed the Murphy’s oil soap, a sponge and like a madwoman began to scrub my bathroom floor by hand. I took my laundry downstairs. I moved books. I actually PUT them on a bookshelf. I put away old issues of the Economist (I refuse to part with old copies. They’re so darned informative!). I tidied up my secondary “reading desk” which I haven’t touched in ohhh about a week. Yes indeed. So now, at nearly 1:30 in the morning I am going to go to sleep, satisfied in a job well done (except for my real desk/dressing table which is too frightening to reflect on given the sheer amount of stuff on it, in it, around it). I’m so tired, I have so much work….I’m going to go to sleep.

P.S. Hanging out with old people is awesome. I went to Church (I didn’t burn!) and the brunch with my Grandfather, his girlfriend and another one of their friends (Poppy had arranged for me to meet a friend of his who is French but she, sadly, couldn’t make it this time.). It was awesome! They’re so feisty, especially my Grandfather’s girlfriend. I think it’s great that he’s found someone to be close to after my Grandmother died. He was so close to her, and they had been married for so long..that I think he really missed taking orders, hehe…Fran is good for him. And he calls the dining room the Mess Hall…You can take the man away from the Army but you can’t take the Army away from the man. 40 yearrrrrs after retiring from the Army and he still calls it that, awww. Ok now I really am going to bed.
P.P.S. Old people have such amazing stories. Will I have stories like that when I’m older? I hope so… minus the whole World War thing..

What A Week!

It’s been awhile.. and since my last carpal tunnel post I’ve been to the doctor. While I was working last Friday, I made whipped creams. Making said whipped creams requires a lot of twisting…and well my hand went numb and I couldn’t use my fingers for about five minutes. Five minutes without the use of fingers is freaky!!  So I went home and immediately called the doctor. I went on Monday, and he was a very nice man. Said it was most likely carpal tunnel (duh) but he had me take five xrays and a blood test (ew!) because apparently thyroid conditions can cause carpal tunnel. Sooo I got the xrays done…xrays of the hand and wrist are SO cool. I got the technician to let me see them when he developed them. Wrists looks like little jigsaw puzzles, so neat. Annnyway…the next day I get a call saying that my blood test was “weird” and that ESR (whatever that is…Bertie told me but I forgot) levels were “elevated” and that I had to come in for ANOTHER blood test so that they could rule out (hopefully “rule out!”) rheumatoid arthritis. Joy of joys! So Marie went with me yesterday and I had the same awesome technician (didn’t hurt a bit on Monday). She gets everything ready on the left arm…tourniquet included…sticks me..didn’t feel a thing…but missed. My veins are smart! It realized something was about to violate it again and it jumped to the left. The technician apologized profusely and eyed my hand. To which I replied “heecckkk no! no hand needles!!” so she went over to my right arm. I am now convinced that my right arm is nothing but a bundle of nerves wrapped around veins…because it hurt. A lot. It hurt, a lot, as well, when I donated blood from that arm….so I am avoiding it from now on. I felt sufficiently sorry for myself walking around with two huge bloodtest bandages on both arms. So Marie and I got Chipotle as comfort food (it was just as hard on her as on me. She hates needles, poor thing.).
     Today was nice. I got up, finished my homework, went to the bank to deposit something for Dad since he’s gone. Oh yeah! I didn’t mention that. Alex and I have been alone since last Thursday when Mom and Dad went to bonnie ole Scotland. I’m jealous. It’s gorgeous over there at this time of year (I’m going in January when it’s going to be BLOODY COLD!). Sooo.. I’ve been cooking, cleaning and waking Alex up all week. He’s been good…but he really doesn’t do a damn thing lol. Oh well. Annnyway..i went to class today and then had a manicure and thennn went to happy hour at Champs with Lisa. Mmm, happy hour. Drinks were good, as was the bruschetta. Then I walked around Nordstrom to walk off the drinks (that’s the convenient thing about having the mall immediately next to the restaurants!)…annnd I bought a new bag with matching wallet. Its perty! Sooo that’s all the update that’s really needed. I’m going to get a move on with some French homework that’s been piling up.

ew Carpal Tunnel

So, I have early-stage carpal tunnel syndrome in my right hand. I’m typing with a brace on and it is slow-going. I know this happens from repetitive motion but I don’t think that I have done enough—or any more than most people—to really warrant this. Hrm, I guess Im just predisposed to it. My aunt had it in both hands and had surgery…I don’t want to have to have surgery, so for now I’ll wear the brace, get an ergonomic keyboard and see what happens.

Started school yesterday, so far so good except one teacher for French..she’s very nice, but her accent sucks. It is inexcusable to be a PhD in French, have studied in France, and teach it when your accent is bad and language is elementary. My other French professor, however, is fannnnntastic, but the class will be a lot of work.  

I’d write more but it takes too long to type.