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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 28, 2012 19:22:25 GMT -5
And now they smell of old refrigerator. Which started running when I had it 90% empty, by the way. It's being exiled anyway. This is not the time of my life I need something else I can't depend on. I have my knees already. Julia, who writes this shit? They always do that, don't they?I should've gone and had a lie-down this afternoon. Today is Elder Daughter's first evening class and she won't get out until 9:45 (Husband is picking her up), and I got the distinct impression she'd like to tell me about it when she gets home. But I wanted to keep an eye on Shadow, who is sound asleep under her blankie on the cats' chair next to me. So no afternoon siesta for me today. I'm going to be really, really tired by the end of the evening. Oh well, it'll be too hot to sleep for a good while anyway. Currently it is 95.5° in the patio, 20% rh. It may be as warm as 70F here today; it started sprinkling while I was out cutting grass for Bjorn and the girls. I am so very not complaining. I would have lost pretty much everything in the refrigerator if I'd been trying to keep it cold with ice in 85F temperatures like we had last week. I'm just shot, though, I've been running full tilt since 8am and am in no way done with the day, or at least it is no way done with me! Julia, also I've got, like, seven dozen eggs again, which is just ridiculous
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Post by angelique on Aug 28, 2012 19:34:23 GMT -5
So, I don't know if I mentioned here that I have recently joined a local gym. Until last week I stayed strictly to an aqua exercise program, I take water aerobics twice a week, an occasional Aqua Zumba class, and occasionally I will go in on weekends and water walk for an hour or so. Before anyone thinks that I'm doing super well, I average 2 - 3 hours a week at the gym. It's a respectable goal seeing as it's been over a decade since I did any kind of exercise on a regular basis. Last week I decided it was time to add a lanf based exercise class to my routine. The water work has helped to build up a little bit of endurance but it doesn't seem to be helping me much with my flexibility, so I decided to start with Pilates. Today was my second class and man, it's going to take a lot of determination to keep me going back. Last week, I couldn't do everything but I attempted most and actually managed some of the harder poses easier than the regulars. The down side was I walked away with a throbing headache that lasted two days. This week was the complete opposite and it was kinda discouraging. Even the exercises that I had no problem doing last week I had trouble with today. I think part of that was I was trying to focus on proper breathing more than I had last week so that I could prevent a headache. The way I carry my weight and the general shape of my body makes what seems like every exercise uncomfortable in a bad way, not in an uncomfortable I'm exercising kind of way. On the other hand, the amount of attention I recieve from ALL the participants, not just the instructor, has been a little disconcerting. Don't get me wrong, it's good attention, everyone keeps coming up and telling me what a good job I'm doing and to keep it up, but I've been going to the gym now since March and I've had more people talk to me and say more words to me in two classes than the water people have said to me in 6 months! Oh well, I hope all is ok atleast in s'cubie land. Hugs, vibes, rainbows, sparkles and unicorn poop to all those who want it.
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Post by SpringSummers on Aug 28, 2012 20:23:35 GMT -5
So, I don't know if I mentioned here that I have recently joined a local gym. Until last week I stayed strictly to an aqua exercise program, I take water aerobics twice a week, an occasional Aqua Zumba class, and occasionally I will go in on weekends and water walk for an hour or so. Before anyone thinks that I'm doing super well, I average 2 - 3 hours a week at the gym. It's a respectable goal seeing as it's been over a decade since I did any kind of exercise on a regular basis. Last week I decided it was time to add a lanf based exercise class to my routine. The water work has helped to build up a little bit of endurance but it doesn't seem to be helping me much with my flexibility, so I decided to start with Pilates. Today was my second class and man, it's going to take a lot of determination to keep me going back. Last week, I couldn't do everything but I attempted most and actually managed some of the harder poses easier than the regulars. The down side was I walked away with a throbing headache that lasted two days. This week was the complete opposite and it was kinda discouraging. Even the exercises that I had no problem doing last week I had trouble with today. I think part of that was I was trying to focus on proper breathing more than I had last week so that I could prevent a headache. The way I carry my weight and the general shape of my body makes what seems like every exercise uncomfortable in a bad way, not in an uncomfortable I'm exercising kind of way. On the other hand, the amount of attention I recieve from ALL the participants, not just the instructor, has been a little disconcerting. Don't get me wrong, it's good attention, everyone keeps coming up and telling me what a good job I'm doing and to keep it up, but I've been going to the gym now since March and I've had more people talk to me and say more words to me in two classes than the water people have said to me in 6 months! Oh well, I hope all is ok atleast in s'cubie land. Hugs, vibes, rainbows, sparkles and unicorn poop to all those who want it. Sounds great, angelique. Good luck with all of this . . . let us know about your progress.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 29, 2012 11:16:08 GMT -5
They always do that, don't they?I should've gone and had a lie-down this afternoon. Today is Elder Daughter's first evening class and she won't get out until 9:45 (Husband is picking her up), and I got the distinct impression she'd like to tell me about it when she gets home. But I wanted to keep an eye on Shadow, who is sound asleep under her blankie on the cats' chair next to me. So no afternoon siesta for me today. I'm going to be really, really tired by the end of the evening. Oh well, it'll be too hot to sleep for a good while anyway. Currently it is 95.5° in the patio, 20% rh. It may be as warm as 70F here today; it started sprinkling while I was out cutting grass for Bjorn and the girls. I am so very not complaining. I would have lost pretty much everything in the refrigerator if I'd been trying to keep it cold with ice in 85F temperatures like we had last week. I'm just shot, though, I've been running full tilt since 8am and am in no way done with the day, or at least it is no way done with me! Julia, also I've got, like, seven dozen eggs again, which is just ridiculousAbout the time I posted this, my neighbor with the unprotected, too near the fence edible landscaping called and screamed at me for an hour for not checking the fence every day and also for having roosters when we'd never had roosters before (my answer to that one? "We've been here for over a hundred years; we've had roosters before, now we have roosters again"). I've offered to make them whole on the plants they've lost and to prune a pear tree so it won't have branches low enough to be reached; I did that the day the cows got out, and repeated it at the beginning of his call, but they want us to build a million-dollar fence so that they won't ever have to let us know if the cattle are sticking their heads over the fence. We are protected by a freedom-to-farm ordinance, and also by them having moved in next to an existing cattle operation and making landscaping decissions which were just plain stupid (the first year they were here they put their vegetable garden smack up against a three-wire barbed wire fence). But I got screamed at for the best part of two hours, in which time I was supposed to shower and wash my hair and get ready to go grocery shopping to replace the food we lost when the refrigerator died. I'm just glad I will never be in a position to do business with the couple, who run a kitchen and bath remodelling business; I also am evilly rejoicing that I know a lot of contractors who don't like to subcontract with difficult personalities. Julia, who has long since learned that screaming at people on the telephone is not an effective tactic.
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Post by beccaelizabeth on Aug 29, 2012 11:25:15 GMT -5
#grouphug#
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Aug 29, 2012 12:00:51 GMT -5
It may be as warm as 70F here today; it started sprinkling while I was out cutting grass for Bjorn and the girls. I am so very not complaining. I would have lost pretty much everything in the refrigerator if I'd been trying to keep it cold with ice in 85F temperatures like we had last week. I'm just shot, though, I've been running full tilt since 8am and am in no way done with the day, or at least it is no way done with me! Julia, also I've got, like, seven dozen eggs again, which is just ridiculousAbout the time I posted this, my neighbor with the unprotected, too near the fence edible landscaping called and screamed at me for an hour for not checking the fence every day and also for having roosters when we'd never had roosters before (my answer to that one? "We've been here for over a hundred years; we've had roosters before, now we have roosters again"). I've offered to make them whole on the plants they've lost and to prune a pear tree so it won't have branches low enough to be reached; I did that the day the cows got out, and repeated it at the beginning of his call, but they want us to build a million-dollar fence so that they won't ever have to let us know if the cattle are sticking their heads over the fence. We are protected by a freedom-to-farm ordinance, and also by them having moved in next to an existing cattle operation and making landscaping decissions which were just plain stupid (the first year they were here they put their vegetable garden smack up against a three-wire barbed wire fence). But I got screamed at for the best part of two hours, in which time I was supposed to shower and wash my hair and get ready to go grocery shopping to replace the food we lost when the refrigerator died. I'm just glad I will never be in a position to do business with the couple, who run a kitchen and bath remodelling business; I also am evilly rejoicing that I know a lot of contractors who don't like to subcontract with difficult personalities. Julia, who has long since learned that screaming at people on the telephone is not an effective tactic. My only question is, why did you put up with it? "I'm not going to stay on the line with you until you calm down so we can discuss this rationally." Hang up.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 29, 2012 13:53:21 GMT -5
About the time I posted this, my neighbor with the unprotected, too near the fence edible landscaping called and screamed at me for an hour for not checking the fence every day and also for having roosters when we'd never had roosters before (my answer to that one? "We've been here for over a hundred years; we've had roosters before, now we have roosters again"). I've offered to make them whole on the plants they've lost and to prune a pear tree so it won't have branches low enough to be reached; I did that the day the cows got out, and repeated it at the beginning of his call, but they want us to build a million-dollar fence so that they won't ever have to let us know if the cattle are sticking their heads over the fence. We are protected by a freedom-to-farm ordinance, and also by them having moved in next to an existing cattle operation and making landscaping decissions which were just plain stupid (the first year they were here they put their vegetable garden smack up against a three-wire barbed wire fence). But I got screamed at for the best part of two hours, in which time I was supposed to shower and wash my hair and get ready to go grocery shopping to replace the food we lost when the refrigerator died. I'm just glad I will never be in a position to do business with the couple, who run a kitchen and bath remodelling business; I also am evilly rejoicing that I know a lot of contractors who don't like to subcontract with difficult personalities. Julia, who has long since learned that screaming at people on the telephone is not an effective tactic. My only question is, why did you put up with it? "I'm not going to stay on the line with you until you calm down so we can discuss this rationally." Hang up. I came away with a glow of superiority for keeping my temper, is why; hanging up would have given them something else to complain about. Speaking of righteous fury: Tlo remark upon Lucy Lawless's ridic dressoid object. Julia, turns out that the people next door are decades in arrears on fence parts and labor: legally, there's a 50% responsibility.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Aug 29, 2012 15:54:16 GMT -5
We just had another earthquake. It could be worse, we could live near Brawley. They've had, what, more than 300 mostly small, but some significant, just this week. Ick.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Aug 29, 2012 19:37:17 GMT -5
We just had another earthquake. It could be worse, we could live near Brawley. They've had, what, more than 300 mostly small, but some significant, just this week. Ick.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 29, 2012 20:33:30 GMT -5
We just had another earthquake. It could be worse, we could live near Brawley. They've had, what, more than 300 mostly small, but some significant, just this week. Ick. I concur: Brawley is unsettling: part of what's weird about it is that all of the biggish quakes have been 4.1 and almost all of the smaller ones have been 2.4. It's almost like a pre-volcanic series.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Aug 29, 2012 21:23:52 GMT -5
Husband is watching Republican convention coverage. He's taking tomorrow off so he can stay up late and watch the discussions afterwards, and then spend all day tomorrow wallowing.
I think I'll go to bed early.
Also I did something really really dumb - I popped Elder Daughter's bc pill. It looks like my bp pill, but still, I'd already taken that. I have no idea what I was thinking; apparently I wasn't. It's a low dose, I should be fine, I got her the next one in line so she's fine, but still, DUMB.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 30, 2012 11:22:51 GMT -5
Well, here it is, morning, the next to the last day of August, and I slept until nine. Hooray for me?
Julia, the convention is amusing, sort of like watching slugs eat a rotten pear
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Aug 30, 2012 12:05:40 GMT -5
Well, here it is, morning, the next to the last day of August, and I slept until nine. Hooray for me? Julia, the convention is amusing, sort of like watching slugs eat a rotten pear Thank you for that accurate but disgusting visual.
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Post by SpringSummers on Aug 30, 2012 12:12:23 GMT -5
Put something in the Admin thread I thought you all might get a laugh out of, here.Once you get there, you will understand why I put it there. ALSO: Do any of you regularly read mystery stories? Like Ellery Queen, or Alfred Hitchcock? Or something similar. I am trying to write one and would love a beta reader who knows what the stories in those magazines are like.
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Post by SpringSummers on Aug 30, 2012 12:14:28 GMT -5
My only question is, why did you put up with it? "I'm not going to stay on the line with you until you calm down so we can discuss this rationally." Hang up. I came away with a glow of superiority for keeping my temper, is why; hanging up would have given them something else to complain about. Speaking of righteous fury: Tlo remark upon Lucy Lawless's ridic dressoid object. Julia, turns out that the people next door are decades in arrears on fence parts and labor: legally, there's a 50% responsibility. A 50% responsibility for YOU? Yeeeee, blech, etc.
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