My replacement computer fell through. I had already returned the rental (277% interest--ppfftttt) Going into complete computer withdrawal, I rented another CPU (I have the rest of the stuff) and am back online, at least until the 29th.
If you aren't sure what Complete Computer Withdrawal is like at my house, looky here:
I began crocheting a scarf.
Yes, crocheting.
I took this pic about an hour ago (EST), so sorry for the dark, but I did place a poodle in the field for scale.
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Yep, he's pissed. I woke him up for THAT. Anyway, I was crocheting and chain smoking and I'm happy to say that I'm doing neither since my rental CPU arrived.
In other Dog's Life news--I'm in the process of setting up a blog that will actually render some income
It's interesting, trying to separate out all the information out there--I know how to blog, but the ins and outs of affiliate networking, Google In General, and brushing up on HTML coding has had me very close to tears on more than one occasion. Thank heavens for Heather is all I have to say!
There is something interesting called the sandbox effect, where newly registered domain names, or several other factors deemed flag-worthy by Google will be sent to "the sandbox" to play nicely with others for an undisclosed period of time. There's a lot of debate about it, even down to whether the effect even exists or not. Who knew? Another factor is the age of your blog--some ad sites require a preset number of posts, in addition to the number of days you've been in existence. Since I can't do anything about the age of the blog, I've discovered that my efforts in JLand have borne a nice little treasure trove of posts for me to delve into. I've been going through, editing for content and grammar, leaving out some of the more personal information and adding the Technorati tags that will be necessary later to get me found out there! Man-o-man, I thought I knew how good we have it here in JLand, as far as HTML, but (in the words of Miss Spears) DANG YA'LL! There are also nice little sites out there that actually BUY content for the folks who either don't care to, or don't know how to write, on everything under the sun, so I'll be submitting a good chunk of material in that direction too.
My new blog will be along the lines of chronic pain, chronic back pain, or fibromyalgia, all topics I feel I have a pretty good working knowledge of, and hopefully I can put something out there that will help that one poor schmoe that just got back from the doctor's office with a handful of scrips and a body full of hurt.When we're up and running I'll drop a link, in the meantime (really) ya'll drop in on HeatheratHome and leave her a comment, if only to leave your condolences at what she now has on her hands (me).
The Gerbies are fine-Moe's back is holding out and Mr Scribbles is holding steadfast to his resolution to totally ignore Kudzu--our newest addition. Yesterday I was stretched out watching the news, and Kudzu decided that Poodle CurlyQ's looked much more interesting than mine, and launched himself (think flying brick due to clipped wings) onto Scrib's back. Thank heavens he's more afraid of me that he is of that bird--he didn't move a muscle, and I scooped Kudzu up and off, PDQ too! My efforts were rewarded with a glare of sheer disgust that you won't find just anywhere-- ROLF(rotten dog) but he got over it, and Kudzu lived through it, so I'm happy.
I've been walking almost every morning for the past three weeks or so, and have the blisters to prove it. I actually had to take a few days off this week to let them heal (nasty), but they are healed, for the most part, and I better get my butt out there before it gets too hot. Thanks for the comments and emails regarding my silence and sorry I couldn't get ya'll a message that I was okay. If it looks like I can't get a permanent replacement by the 29th and have to go offline again, I'll be sure to leave a message!
Tags: updates, blog ads, living well with fibromyalgia
Friday, September 21, 2007
Singin' the CPU Blues
Old Prose [test post]
lady soldier
depressed housewife
with her
silent child
ambiguous computer salesman
dog daddy
Second Lifer--missing this one?
grieving photographer
reticent nurse
fundraiser without a cause
henna-haired teacher and her
good ole' boy plumber
with
forked tongue
trapped teenager on the cusp
who will he become?
the silent gamer on the roof
oil painter
big women
with small dogs and
too many divorce stories to mention.
the stalled academic
canary lady
shadow lurking lesbian
creative writer behind closed blinds
how can she see?
the woman with her broken
bleeding
heart in her hands
the high-minded and the righteous
the lost
the defeated.
all living in genteel poverty
healing or hiding?
perhaps gathering themselves to take
that great leap of faith back
into the world of the living?
or
are they too afraid to move
ticking off the days
until they are released
from this particular vale of tears.
*March 5, 2005
This particular morning started out like any other. I woke up to a poodle's unwavering stare-ready to get goin', Mom! :sigh:
I groped my way to the coffee pot and took my meds, (think Tin Man sans' his oil can!) and uncovered the birds, quietly saying Morning Little Ones to them and making sure they had feed enough to let me sit and enjoy my coffee, but Baby Bird had other plans.
He's a happy little fellow, and as I was waiting for coffee, I fed him a few Cheerios, his favorite snacky-food that's (sorta?) good for him. He thinks I am his mother, so I lean against the wall next to his cage (Peek's old one) and hand feed him. Well, a variation of that: I talk to him, telling him what a good boy he is, etc, and pop a Cheerio (singular) into my mouth and, holding it between my lips, let him take it from me and eat it. He just loves this and I'm all for anthing that keeps the pre-coffee peace. It also stimulates him to forage around his cage and find food I've placed there for him and eat it on his own.
Everything's going fine, coffee almost ready and I see that he's converted his (clean) water dish into what is known in bird circles as "poo-soup". It's the only thing about birds I really find revolting. LOL They perch on the rim and just let loose whenever they feel like it. Nasty, nasty, nasty--as they might just drink it, if you leave it that way for long, and Im not going to let him take Cheerios from my lips with a beak that's been dipped in poo. So I make a mental note to change it after coffee, and settle down to read the paper and wake up.
Next thing I know, there's a Great Racket Issuing Forth from Baby Boy's corner, and I can't tell what happened, but he is DRENCHED. Not cutie-pie bird-bathey damp, but DRENCHED. It really scared me for a minute, he looked so pitiful--and I'm not sure if he went for a drink and fell in, or just decided it was time for a swim, but nevertheless the damage was definitely done and I had a Possibly Poo-Souped Dripping Bird on my hands--literally.
So I put a pillow on my lap, wrapped the little joker up in a hand towel and proceded to clean & dry him off--one soaked feather at the time. LOL
The heat wave has warranted keeping the air on high just to keep up,so I couldn't leave him to air-dry himself--too cold in here and he was shivering. He stayed cocooned like that for almost an hour, so I will watch him to see if it's for fun, or he's just manipulating me to hold him like that-LOL. Quaker Parrots have the intellect, when full grown, of a 3-5yr old human child, so it's not out of the question!
**I finally got all the paperwork in the mail today to get a permanent plate on my (new to me) car, so it's off to the DMV--Happy Days!
Stem Cells? Oh my achin' back!
Any back pain/surgery sufferer will tell you that they would happily endure any number of horse-sized needles to have reduced back pain and yeah, it is that bad. Cross your fingers that this method will prove to be both safe and effective, as well as neatly silencing the stem cell god-squad.
"Learn About Stem Cells. I've seen the future of back surgery firsthand. And it looked to me, from behind my surgical mask, as if a woman's bare behind was doing much of the work. Up close, huddled inside the Centeno-Schultz Pain Center, I joined a team of M.Ds., a Ph.D., and two nurses to witness orthopedic history in vivo: an adult stem cell transplant to help bones and joints grow anew.
In the midst of the huddle, Centeno, the back- and neck-pain specialist, is plunging a needle that looks big enough to use on a horse deep into the hip bone of a 54-year-old weekend athlete and skier who's been forced to the sidelines by injury and long-term lower-back pain. The patient is tired of pain pills but wary of major surgery. Instead she's undergoing one of the first ASC orthopedic transplants in the nation.
The harvested stem cells will be used to grow millions of new ones that will be implanted in her back to spur and regenerate more youthful, healthy joint tissue -- if all goes as planned in this part of an ongoing study approved by a medical research institutional review board, that is. So far, at least, it has. Early MRI pictures of related procedures have shown impressive growth of regenerative tissue. And there's even better news: By using the patient's own stem cells, the surgical team avoids the ethical debate over using embryonic tissue for research purposes."
-Resources: http://body.aol.com/news/articles/_a/five-operations-you-dont-want-to-get/20070730110909990002
I hope everyone's ready for a good long weekend. It's quiet here, as usual. People take off to family and friends and I pretty much have the run of the place. Not sure whether that's good or bad. LOL
Not much to say today, other than the ebay search for a new computer continues, and the meter is running on this one, so it won't go on for too long.
My thoughts do go out to Owen Wilson. I am somewhat surprised at the the comments made by various talking heads this morning. They keep saying how shocked they are thay he attempted suicide because "he's such a funny guy". Funny covers up a lot of things.
**A legal analyst on Fox this morning said she just wouldn't be one bit surprised if they found evidence of some "cronyism" related to Mike Nifong's one day sentence for almost ruining the lives of three Duke lacrosse players. Cronyism? Duh--
Tags: Labor Day Weekend, Owen Wilson, Mike Nifong's golf buddies
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