The Anti-Rethuglican Convention

Since all of us are NOT watching the anti-everything white male parade of fools in FL, let's have some fun on our own.

I heard this song on my way to the gym tonight:

Leg work with my trainer; hurts so good.

While doing my thing, I got to watch:

Those were the days!

And many snarky remarks were traded between us whilst this one played:

Paula Abdul choreography, YO!

Speaking of Miss Paula:

I'm forever your girl, boyfriends!

This girl is playing in my town tonight:

Get up on the dance floor!

I think we are having a much better party, don't you?  And there are no h8ers here!  And all the snacks are healthy!

What else can we do?  I know:

OMFB!!!!!eleventy!!!!!

And to wind this little shindig down:

Last dance tonight, yeah yeah yeah!

Smooches! :)

Saturday Night Dance Party!

This is how I am feeling right now.

Dance like no one's watching.

Sing like no one's listening.

"Somebody's Watching Me" - you all are and you know it!

ETA - the chorus singer is Michael Jackson; Rockwell is actually a pseudonym; Rockwell's half-brother and nephew comprise the current group LMFAO.

Brain Puke

Lots o shit swirling around in the toilet bowl that is my brain.  Let's capture some of it here.

Just when I thought the redumblican party could not sink any further than a snake's belly in mud comes candidate Todd Akin and his "thoughts on rape".  And that's NOT "men on film"!

Would someone please 'splain to me why Jim Crow is still alive and well?

So there's a tropical storm looking down on Tampa next week.  Karma's a bitch, ain't it, Pat Robertson?

In my next life, I wanna come back as a pampered pussy(cat), like my Meredith.

Why do men say they "understand women", when it's clear they don't every time they open their pieholes?  Hell, sometimes I don't even understand myself!

I am not wearing any pants right now and it feels great!

I get to visit some boyfriends next month!  YAYZ!

Why does the town where I work house nothing but freaks?

If FL is "dog's waiting room" to the "afterlife", then PA must be the holding cell.

A knitting friend of mine in OH posted this morning: “I think I’m going to start charging rent on all the Republicans trying to move into my vagina. It would really help me out with the bills.”  ba dum ching!

Another knitting friend in OH posted this morning: "Yesterday I saw a billboard that said 'Obama is in favor of Gay Marriage and Abortion, are you?'  HELL YES!"  To which I add MEE TOO!

I now have 14 blog followers; you boyfriends are crayzee, but I love you all!

I have two pink flamingos in my back yard.  They are handmade from wood by my SIL's aunt.  (heh heh heh, I said "wood")

I wish I could dance like they do in Dirty Dancing.  Or Footloose.  Or Saturday Night Fever.  Or Flashdance.

Speaking of dancing, happy 100th birthday to Gene Kelly; think I'll watch An American in Paris today!

My baseball team's 2012 season is brain dead; someone please pull the plug and turn off the lights!

If I could have anything I wanted to eat right now, it would be a triple vanilla malted milkshake.  My ass just gained 5 pounds hearing those words.

How come some bars make an oh-so-sweet cosmo, and others fall flat on their ass?  Perhaps those bars should take lessons from sassybear.

I have always wanted (from the time I was a teenager) to divest myself of 98% of the shit I have (house, car, junk, etc.), buy a small RV, and roam the countryside working only when I have to.

I think it's time to pull the plug on the knitting group I founded 7.5 years ago.  I am fucking bored with it.

Wonder what's around the next bend in the road?

Saturday Night Dance Party!

 
This is how I am feeling right now.

Dance like no one's watching.

Sing like no one's listening.

"Roam" - and I have been roaming to see some of my boyfriends this summer!  Up next month: cubby!

Good News, Bad News, and Just Plain Ugly

So, I went to my primary care doctor on Wednesday ($40 upfront).

 

The good news is: I DO NOT have degenerative rheumatoid arthritis (RA).  shakes her big booty

The bad news is: I DO have degenerative osteo arthritis (OA).  again shakes her big booty; I am still a degenerate!  oh happy day!

 

The RA diagnosis came from someone at the imaging center.  The primary care doctor said wrong! diagnosis!, but the methods for dealing with OA are the same as for RA.

 

The x-rays cost me $53; they were not free; I just received a bill in yesterday's mail. Bummer!  Oh well, better to pay $53 than $500 (the actual cost billed to my insurance company).

Next step: a return visit to the primary care doctor ($40 upfront) to discuss nutrition, exercise, vitamins on 8/24.

 

More good news: I don't need to see a specialist, or take strong drugs.  I can take an 800 mg ibuprofen if/when I need to, but I have not had pain for over 3 weeks now.  And I did some kickass leg exercises last night at the gym; lifting between 30-70 pounds on various machines.

Now for the just plain ugly.

Ann Romney says that she and Mittens "have nothing to hide" when it comes to their paying their fair share of taxes.  Oh yeah?  Well, put up or shut up, bitch; if you have nothing to hide, release your tax returns!  Obama is ready to release his; whatsa matter, Mittens?  Caught in another lie?  OH SNAP!

Mittens AND Obama - I would like to see you two talk about something other than Mittens' dog or Obama's birthplace.  How about THE ECONOMY?  It still sucks; I can tell by the orders that come into our company (80% foreign, 20% US).

 

Thanks, PA State Legislature, for telling 1M of my fellow citizens that they cannot exercise their right to vote in November unless they show an approved photo ID. I am personally going to refuse to show mine; I have been going to the same polling place for 12 years.  FUCK YOU X INFINITY, you sanctimonious assholes!

 

To the people who look down on me cause I have never had a child/been pregnant: guess what - parenting IS NOT for everybody!  And is that your little bratley running around screaming like someone is waterboarding him cause he didn't get a cookie/cereal/toy/ice cream/whatever?  Uh, yeah, no thanks; my life is 100 times better than yours.  You ain't gonna get any sympathy from me when your pwecious schnowflayke throws a temper tantrum in the grocery store; I WILL give you a big old stinkeye though, and recommend some duct tape and a ball gag and a leash.

 

Someone wrote these words last evening on my knitting social website: "Bigotry wrapped in prayer and the flag is still bigotry."  RIGHT ON, bro!

Can we PLEASE dispense with the religious angle on anything and everything?  It disenfranchises me.

Hope all my boyfriends have a great weekend!  Don't do anything I wouldn't do!  ::shifty eyes::

Why I Go to the Gym (Part 2)

(continued)

 

So (to recap), after going to the gym for a year, I lost 30 pounds and dropped 4% of my body fat.  I can see biceps.  I can feel my back moving.  My knees don't crack as much.  I am stronger and more flexible.  And I even pushed 145 pounds on the back extension machine tonight!  YAYZ!  :)  A new record for me!

 

But now I have an even more important reason to visit the gym.

The week of July 9, I woke up one morning and could not move; the entire right side of my body from hip to toes was in pain.  I could not walk/stand/sit comfortably.  I have never felt pain like that, even during my cancer surgery/recovery.

Knowing I was visiting sassybear the following week, I immediately went to the primary care doctor ($40 upfront).  She gave me a prescription for 800 mg ibuprofen (for pain) and a script for some x-rays (free) at a local imaging facility.  That was pretty cool; lie down on the table and the machine does the rest.  Six x-rays of my entire right side were made.

Diagnosis: degenerative rheumatoid arthritis (RA).

Now, I don’t mind being called a degenerate, but I am NOT fond of being told I have RA.  No cure, can be pain managed with medication/exercise/diet.  I see my primary care doctor (another $40 upfront) tomorrow for further discussion/questions/do I see a specialist/HALP!

I am armed with paperwork to get my questions answered.  I have also done some research, but with the internet, you never know how reliable the information is.

I also have the knowledge of a friend in Massachusetts who is also afflicted with RA (she is much younger than I and has other health complications besides the RA).

So far, I have learned that:

(1) RA is an autoimmune disease; my body is eating itself (oh yeah, start the double entendres here!) on my joint linings.  Hope they are tasty; do they come in chocolate flavor!?!

(2) Exercise is VERY important, as are multivitamins containing Vitamin D, magnesium, and B-complex.  Weight loss removes additional joint stress.  My gym trainers have been made aware of what is happening and are ready to work with me.

So why am I telling you all this?  Certainly NOT for sympathy; if I beat cancer, I can kick RA's ass too!  But perhaps you know someone, or yourself, who is also coping with this condition.  As with anything, the more you talk about it, the more understanding can commence.

I just KNOW I will have more to say about RA.

Until then, I will leave you with my cancer fight song; it's adaptable to RA also!

 

 

 

 

Saturday Night Dance Party!

 
This is how I am feeling right now.

Dance like no one's watching.

Sing like no one's listening.

"Footloose"- paging Larry Craig to the white courtesy phone please!  (tee hee)

AND Kevin Bacon is a philly boy; his late father Edmund was a prominent city planner.  YO to my homeboy!