I am so old

I remember when this:



Looked like this:

Quote of the day

Mitt puts Newt in a crate, ties the crate to the roof of the car and starts driving the family all the way to the nomination.

- TPM's Josh Marshall, on Romney's new ads in Florida

Dear Mr. Kotter

Epstein won't be able to come to class tomorrow because he died. Signed, Epstein's mother.

RIP Robert Hegyes

Guess whose son this is

He has a sort of Kennedy air about him - maybe it's the Irish heritage but he's not one. He's an almost a dead ringer for his father - right down to the wrinkles.

Worst pain ever

I've never been a big weenie about pain but oh my fucking god. I saw the hand surgeon today and he gave me the option of trying cortisone shots first. He said it only had a 50% chance of working because of my thyroid condition but I wanted to avoid surgery so I went for the shot.

I've honestly never had that much pain in my life. The nerves and tendons around my thumb were already inflamed and then he started injecting directly into them. Lots of pressure, then intense, sharp, shooting pain. He kept asking if I wanted him to stop and I told him to keep going but it got to the point where my legs were shaking and I was feeling pain all the way down to my crotch. Apparently my thumb is connected to my crotch?

Anyway, he had to stop. He managed to get a little bit of the cortisone in so he wants to wait to see if I get any effect from it. I have to go back next month and at that point, I'm pretty sure the next step will be surgery.

Not looking forward to that.

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Thought for today

It takes Mitt Romney 4 hrs, 2 minutes and 38 seconds to make as much as I made last year. I guess being unemployed really pays off.

Let's see Mitt Romney pull this off

A little eye candy

Dylan McDermott. Happy hump day, as requested.

Memo to Lizzie

You are the sweetest little devil cat ever but here are a few things you need to know:

1) My desk is not your personal toy box. Pens, paperclips, post-it memos, mouse cord - not your toys.

2) Quit turning off my modem. If you're going to use my desk as a toy box, you could at least avoid stepping on the on/off button to my modem.

3) No, you can't have 2 litter boxes. It's cute how you and Megan like to use one for poop and the other for pee. But I'm getting tired of cleaning 2 boxes every day. Go ahead, sit beside the empty box and pout. I'm not giving in. Well, maybe I'll give in but not today.

4) My kitchen counter is not your personal toy box. Pens, bag clips, cell phone - not toys.

5) My face is not for sleeping on. Neither is my neck. You can sleep on my chest but only if you quit swishing your tail in my face.

6) My bathroom shelf is not your personal toy box. Nail clippers, bobby pins and hair ties - not toys. You can play with the cotton balls and q-tips but you've already got a gazillion of them hidden around the apartment so you don't need any more.

7) There are better places to stand than in front of my computer monitor when I'm trying to work. And in front of the TV is not one of them.

8) I didn't enjoy the way you edited the note my neighbor slipped under the door. It was a little hard to read with the middle chewed out of it.

9) My bird cages are not your personal toy box and the chirpy little creatures hopping around inside them - not toys.

10) Until just now when I downloaded my latest photos, I couldn't figure out why you like to sit on top of my speaker. Now that I know you're staring at yourself in the mirror, I would like to inform you that a) That's not another kitty out to get you, and b) You can't possibly get any cuter so you don't need to keep checking.

Blooper

He looks good no matter what he's doing.

I had a sex dream about Harvey Levin

He was impressed by my witty comments on his website and he thought my screen name was clever so he wanted to meet me. Then he wanted to have sex with me. I said, "You're gay." He said, "I love you so much I don't care." Then he did me and it was good.

That dreamed morphed into the one where I had to pee so I was looking for a bathroom. And I found one.

If I'm counting correctly, this is the fourth time I've peed the bed since my cancer staging surgery in May 2010. Never ever happened before that. I'm not sure if it's nerve damage from the surgery but probably not. Every time it's happened, I've been really sleep deprived and I was finally getting some good, deep sleep.

I hardly ever have sex dreams. Rarely. Maybe 3 or 4 times a year. And Harvey Levin of all people.

He is good looking and he works out a lot so his body is nicely toned. Plus he's got money and he's smart and he's funny. But his politics are too conservative for me and he's not a fair debater. He gets loud and talks over people and keeps pounding away at the same points until they give up and he thinks he won the battle.

At least I didn't dream that Harvey peed on me.

Wasted days and wasted nights

I'm going to be dead in 2 years. I just have that feeling and I've been obsessed with it for the last couple of months.

The 5 year prognosis for Stage 3a endometrial cancer is 58% survival and my gyn-oncologist says if I have a recurrence it will most likely happen in the first 2 years. I just started year 2, so I'm not totally crazy for thinking I'll be dead soon.

I'm more likely to die of a heart attack though. I have not been taking care of myself - it's even worse than usual. My BP is up, my blood sugar is up and I'd really like to cancel my primary care checkup next week because I know the test results will not be good. My prescriptions are running out and she won't refill them if I don't go for my checkup, so that would be one way of hastening my death.

Meanwhile, I never imagined it was possible for one little thumb to cause so much suffering. My doctor diagnosed it as trigger finger and offered a referral to an orthopedic surgeon. It hurts 24/7. If I bump it or move it the wrong way, I have intense, shooting pain. (Is that why they call it trigger finger?) When I see family doc next week, I'm going to ask for the referral.

You'd think with my limited number of days left on earth, I'd want to do something productive. But all I've been doing is sitting at my computer designing my dream house. I learned how to make graph paper with MS Paint so it's easier to draw the plans. It is a truly fabulous house. And of course, I've designed the husband and kids to go with it. There will even be 2 dogs (a bearded collie and a beagle mix) and a cat (Percy). I don't even like dogs but the children begged and the husband took their side. It's sort of my version of The Sims.

Of course, it's possible I need to increase my antidepressants. Just possible.

Why you shouldn't get implants

There's absolutely nothing attractive about that chest. Leann used to be pretty - now she's just desperate.