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Post by Sara on Mar 31, 2011 11:47:08 GMT -5
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Mar 31, 2011 13:41:13 GMT -5
Oh, well: busy/screwed up morning here. I sprained my ribcage yesterday, which is a stupid, painful, untreatable ("stand up straight! Don't life things!") injury caused by defying the laws of physics. Erin has the word for the proximate cause: exhaustion.
I go to figure out the next thing that must be done.
Julia, honestly, people aren't meant to bend where I tried to bend
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Mar 31, 2011 13:58:51 GMT -5
Oh, well: busy/screwed up morning here. I sprained my ribcage yesterday, which is a stupid, painful, untreatable ("stand up straight! Don't life things!") injury caused by defying the laws of physics. Erin has the word for the proximate cause: exhaustion. I go to figure out the next thing that must be done. Julia, honestly, people aren't meant to bend where I tried to bend poor budgie, you really are having a hard time. I decided to get a (many months overdue) pedicure this morning. One place was out of business, two were appointment only (and one of those was LOUD), so I went to the place near my grocery store, which I had been avoiding trying because the online reviews weren't promising, to say the least. It was perfectly fine. The manicurist was very good, offering extras but not pushing them when I said "no" (I think French manicures look weird, and they'd be even weirder on my toes), she gave me a lovely foot massage, and I'm going back there next time. Although I'll probably call first and make an actual appointment. Aside from that, I ran errands, I slayed a few household usefuls, Emily has been making candles all morning and seems to be planning another session after lunch, and except for the probably record heat wave, it's not being too horrible a day. Let's hope it stays that way, because I'm feeling really burned out and depressed this week, and I still have to deal with the bulk (and bulk it is, a whole carload) of Aged Mum's grocery shopping and an all-day visit on Sunday.
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Post by Sara on Mar 31, 2011 14:38:16 GMT -5
Oh, well: busy/screwed up morning here. I sprained my ribcage yesterday, which is a stupid, painful, untreatable ("stand up straight! Don't life things!") injury caused by defying the laws of physics. Erin has the word for the proximate cause: exhaustion. I go to figure out the next thing that must be done. Julia, honestly, people aren't meant to bend where I tried to bend Since a hug probably wouldn't be welcome in reality right now:
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Mar 31, 2011 15:03:15 GMT -5
Oh, well: busy/screwed up morning here. I sprained my ribcage yesterday, which is a stupid, painful, untreatable ("stand up straight! Don't life things!") injury caused by defying the laws of physics. Erin has the word for the proximate cause: exhaustion. I go to figure out the next thing that must be done. Julia, honestly, people aren't meant to bend where I tried to bend Since a hug probably wouldn't be welcome in reality right now: Thanks. It is not the most fun thing ever. Julia, especially since I feel so stupid for doing it to myself.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Mar 31, 2011 15:07:20 GMT -5
Oh, well: busy/screwed up morning here. I sprained my ribcage yesterday, which is a stupid, painful, untreatable ("stand up straight! Don't life things!") injury caused by defying the laws of physics. Erin has the word for the proximate cause: exhaustion. I go to figure out the next thing that must be done. Julia, honestly, people aren't meant to bend where I tried to bend poor budgie, you really are having a hard time. I decided to get a (many months overdue) pedicure this morning. One place was out of business, two were appointment only (and one of those was LOUD), so I went to the place near my grocery store, which I had been avoiding trying because the online reviews weren't promising, to say the least. It was perfectly fine. The manicurist was very good, offering extras but not pushing them when I said "no" (I think French manicures look weird, and they'd be even weirder on my toes), she gave me a lovely foot massage, and I'm going back there next time. Although I'll probably call first and make an actual appointment. Aside from that, I ran errands, I slayed a few household usefuls, Emily has been making candles all morning and seems to be planning another session after lunch, and except for the probably record heat wave, it's not being too horrible a day. Let's hope it stays that way, because I'm feeling really burned out and depressed this week, and I still have to deal with the bulk (and bulk it is, a whole carload) of Aged Mum's grocery shopping and an all-day visit on Sunday. It's good that what's close and easy is also pretty good. Most of my recent problems have to do with bad choices I've made/my inherenant faults, but I'll take words of sympathy and comfort if only to make up for my own self-castigation. Julia, because I am a dope for doing what I did.
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Post by SpringSummers on Mar 31, 2011 16:49:58 GMT -5
Oh, cool! I like it. I didn't win my first time, but I wasted the first 3 or 4 moves just trying to figure out what it was doing and what I meant to do. (Hint if you try it: There are no directions, but if you click on the various color pots on the right a few times, you'll see what is happening, and can figure it out from there). Let me try again now that I know what I'm doing . . .
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Mar 31, 2011 16:50:30 GMT -5
Oh, well: busy/screwed up morning here. I sprained my ribcage yesterday, which is a stupid, painful, untreatable ("stand up straight! Don't life things!") injury caused by defying the laws of physics. Erin has the word for the proximate cause: exhaustion. I go to figure out the next thing that must be done. Julia, honestly, people aren't meant to bend where I tried to bend poor budgie, you really are having a hard time. I decided to get a (many months overdue) pedicure this morning. One place was out of business, two were appointment only (and one of those was LOUD), so I went to the place near my grocery store, which I had been avoiding trying because the online reviews weren't promising, to say the least. It was perfectly fine. The manicurist was very good, offering extras but not pushing them when I said "no" (I think French manicures look weird, and they'd be even weirder on my toes), she gave me a lovely foot massage, and I'm going back there next time. Although I'll probably call first and make an actual appointment. Aside from that, I ran errands, I slayed a few household usefuls, Emily has been making candles all morning and seems to be planning another session after lunch, and except for the probably record heat wave, it's not being too horrible a day. Let's hope it stays that way, because I'm feeling really burned out and depressed this week, and I still have to deal with the bulk (and bulk it is, a whole carload) of Aged Mum's grocery shopping and an all-day visit on Sunday. Glad you got to go and have the relaxation. Me, I'm a pedicure junkie. I'd have one every week if I could afford it. As it is, I budget one in about every six weeks. I justify it by saying it keeps my feet healthier too.
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Post by SpringSummers on Mar 31, 2011 17:07:27 GMT -5
Oh, cool! I like it. I didn't win my first time, but I wasted the first 3 or 4 moves just trying to figure out what it was doing and what I meant to do. (Hint if you try it: There are no directions, but if you click on the various color pots on the right a few times, you'll see what is happening, and can figure it out from there). Let me try again now that I know what I'm doing . . . Well, I did get past the first level on my second try. Yay, me! I can see where this could become addictive . . .
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Post by SpringSummers on Mar 31, 2011 17:31:19 GMT -5
Oh, cool! I like it. I didn't win my first time, but I wasted the first 3 or 4 moves just trying to figure out what it was doing and what I meant to do. (Hint if you try it: There are no directions, but if you click on the various color pots on the right a few times, you'll see what is happening, and can figure it out from there). Let me try again now that I know what I'm doing . . . Well, I did get past the first level on my second try. Yay, me! I can see where this could become addictive . . . I need a curse. For Sara. Something nasty, that will cause boils, or dripping pustules, or . . . leprosy!!
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Mar 31, 2011 20:06:44 GMT -5
Well, I now have an actual door- or at least hatch- into the chicken run. And a new roost for them, which is not slippery or otherwise uncomfortable. I hope, Chickens are PICKY.
Julia, so very tired, again.
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Post by Sue on Mar 31, 2011 20:35:10 GMT -5
Well, I did get past the first level on my second try. Yay, me! I can see where this could become addictive . . . I need a curse. For Sara. Something nasty, that will cause boils, or dripping pustules, or . . . leprosy!! Indeed. Like Spring I managed the first level on the second try, and then the second level on the first try -- but I have company and so much say adieu.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Apr 1, 2011 7:39:29 GMT -5
To Erin, and to all the S'cubies (and I know there was at least one) whose events and occasions I missed over the last month or three:
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Apr 1, 2011 8:03:26 GMT -5
Well, I did get past the first level on my second try. Yay, me! I can see where this could become addictive . . . I need a curse. For Sara. Something nasty, that will cause boils, or dripping pustules, or . . . leprosy!! Boils on the penis? Oh, no. Wait...
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Post by Sue on Apr 1, 2011 8:53:20 GMT -5
Really, Proboards? " HappyBoards"?
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