The things in my head go 'round and 'round

I have been whining for the past couple of months about my health.  My shoulder had been hurting me since before the summer, and I was doing physical therapy for it.  That ended when I got a cortisone shot in it just before Christmas.  Then the week after Christmas I got this weird on the top of my left foot that turned into cellulitis.

That turned into a whining session on my part of the highest order.  Partly because it really hurt, and partly because….well…I can be a whiner when I am in pain.  Went to the Dr. about that one, thinking that I had been to the Dr. in the past couple of months more that I had been in the last freaking year.  The pain with the foot traveled from the top to the bottom and kept me out of work for the week between Christmas and New Years.  Looking back on this, I think that this is where I started with the blood clots.

Yes, blood clots.  I was at a friends house helping him brew his first couple of batches of beer when I noticed I was really out of breath.  Just talking was making me gasp, and I was sitting down more than I usually do.  Went to work the next day and just walking from the parking lot into the store I had to sit down and catch my breath before putting my coat away.  That wasn’t a good thing.

I called my Dr., and after listening to my whining again I was sent for a Cat Scan.  Imagine my embarrassment when I found out that they really didn’t want to scan my cats, that it was the name of a procedure.  Hopefully the cats will forgive me at some time.

Anyway, after the scan I talked to my Dr. who told me to go home and pack a bag because I was going to the hospital.  So that is what I did, and that is also where it gets weird.  Because I went home, tossed some clothes in the washer, made a sandwich, grabbed a bottle of water and relaxed.  After transferring my clothes from the washer to the dryer I was walking by my cell phone and saw that I had a couple of calls on it.  Picked the phone up, and it rang.  It was my Dr. wanting to know where I was.  And not in a friendly voice.  She yelled at me.  Asked me what I was doing.  Told her I was doing what she told me, I was getting some things together for the hospital.  She didn’t think that that was funny.  So I went to the hospital.

It seems that both of my lungs had “extensive pulmonary embollisms”.  Basically, a whole bunch of blood clots.  If she hadn’t have told me to go home and pack a bag, I would have been at the hospital a lot earlier.  It really wasn’t my fault.  Just a small mis-understanding.    And that is my story.

I will talk about the hospital stay tomorrow. Right now, I am bushed.

Thank you guys very much for being so concerned.  It touches my cold, black heart to know that there are so many folks out there who care.  MLW is also very appreciative of the words of support.  You guys certainly do rock.

I have never been rich, and though I do like to dream about it I somewhat doubt that I ever will be.  Monetarily, that is.  ‘Cause if you measure wealth in the people you know and associate with, Bill Gates got nothing on me.

I am typing this on a lap top that was recommended to me by the friend of a friend.  I got it at a steal.  The friend and his friend are technological wizards.  Veritable genius’s of the highest sort when it comes to computers and such.  Both are highly trained and when I need something, if one can’t do it the other can.

I have a friend who is a genius when it comes to cars.  Anything that moves, to be honest.   The reason that I am able to drive a 15 year old vehicle is because he keeps it running for me.  And without screwing me over on the price.  He tells me what the truck needs, and then takes care of it.  Sometimes he has worked for a case of my homebrew.  This guy is the one I am going to set up in his own garage when I hit the lotto.  He will be my personal mechanic in his own business.

I have a friend who can work on stereo’s, and home entertainment systems.  He is also the one who has introduced me to the world of cigars.  Much to MLW’s displeasure.

I have a friend who works on my lawnmower when it needs TLC.  Or to be honest, when I muck it up so badly I need to have someone who knows what they are doing fix it.  He, again, tells me what it needs, fixes it and doesn’t charge me an arm and a leg.

I have a friend who brews beer like I do.  He and I share recipes, and talk about what went right and trouble shoot what went wrong.

I have a friend, who I met through MLW, who was a professional musician.  The Princess’ biological Father  used to beat up Brett Michaels when he was known as Bret Sychak.

I am rich beyond belief when it comes to the people I can call friend.  And I need to remind myself of this on those days when I am bitching and moaning about not having enough money.  Because money ain’t all it is cracked up to be.

L8R

I had talked about our friend Glenn Eliot and his talent before but I wanted to let you know about an upcoming event of his. August 9th, in Friendship Park would be the day. I know, I know, this is really early notification but that is the way I run my life. Why should you be any different? huh?

Anyway. Be there. I promise you an evening of wonderful music by a very talented local musician.

namaste.

So, I connected with a friend from high school recently. She was all like, “Dude, what have you been up to?”

And I was all like, “Chiquita, you do not have the time, the energy, and the synaptic responses required for me to go through all that stuff.”

And she was, “Cool, so what can you tell me about blogging?”

And I thought to myself, “Self? I think that instead of just going about this in a vague way, why don’t we specify what someone should do to get into this blogging thing.”

And I know that you are thinking that, MYGOD, pretty much everyone, and anyone has said the same crappola a billion times. Why do I think that I can do it better?

Because I can, Bee-yotches. Sit yerselves down and pay attention.

The first thing you have to do is to figure out why you might want to blog. Do have something unique to add to the world out there? Of course you do. But are you willing to let anyone who wants, read what your unique vision is? And are you willing for them to comment on it?

If you aren’t, then you do not want to blog. Everything put out on the web is there forever. Don’t freak out about , deal with it. If you don’t want someone to read something that could be offensive to them, keep writing in your diaries that you hide in a drawer that you secretly hope that someone will find one day. How much more victorian can you get?

If you decide that you are going to blog, what the heck are you going to blog about? Politics? Your life? A hobby? Whatever. If you are looking to make some money off of a blog you should be looking for something that a whole heck of a lot of people are interested in. In making blog cash, it is all about the traffic. If you are just wanting to vent your spleen, then do so at random. There are a whole lot of us out there.

So, We have covered:

1. Do you really want to blog? Really?

2. What the heck do you want to blog about, already?

Simple questions, that do not have simple answers. When you have your decisions stop by and we will talk about where you can start your blogging adventure.

Namaste.

As I have directed a bunch of people over here to read this.

Like “this” is an actual place and not a graphic representation of a bunch of electric impulses. Sheesh.

Whatever….

Last week Saturday MLW and I along with some friends, and some of their friends all went to a brew pub in Harrisburg called Appalachian Brewing Company. Our friends, not to be mistaken for THEIR friends, (who MLW and I know and like quite a bit….) had made reservations for our large party of 10.

Did I mention that there were 10 of us? Hungry, thirsty guys and gals. Just keep that in mind.

So we get to the Brewery, which also has a restaurant, only to find that they had messed up our reservations. Pretty much forgot about them. So they put us at a couple of different tables seperated by a wall. One that you could talk over. You know what I mean.

So there we sat. Us, and our friends. Waiting for the remaining 6 to join us. Waited. Thirsty. 4 of said friends came in and sat at the table that was seperated from us by the talking overable wall. And we did talk. And my table watched as a waitress came to their table and took their drink orders.

Have I mentioned that we haven’t seen a waitress yet? Very thirsty. And this is a Brew Pub.

Then their waitress took their appetizer order. And my table is getting thirstier.

When their appetizers came, I had had enough. I went up to the Manager and introduced myself. Reminded him that our reservations had been screwed up, and that he had us seated in an area where there is no waitress. Asked him if he wanted our busines, or should we go up the street. Said Manager assured me that he wanted our business, and got a waitress to come to our table.

A surly waitress. You know the kind. You wonder if they are spitting into your drinks before they bring said drinks. Which we hadn’t gotten to yet.

Moving on. Said waitress took our drink orders. FINALLY!! And we were momentarily happy. MLW and the her wife counter part had ordered water, and wc ordered root beer, while MLW ordered ginger beer. Both brewed on the premises with the beer. My husband counterpart and I ordered a sampler of the house beers. 8 different beers. Keep that in mind, as it will come into play here in a few sentences.

The wives drinks arrived. Well, 3/4′s of them. The water was their, and so was the root beer for WC. But no ginger beer for MLW. Not good. MLW inquired where her ginger beer was and surly waitress says, “we are out of it. And you probably wouldn’t have liked it to begin with.”

Not a good move. MLW does not like it when people presume to know what she does, and doesn’t want. Especially when she doesn’t even know the person. And she informed the surly wench of such, and ordered a root beer.

Surly wench drug her knuckles back to her lair of despair.

She came back with MLW’s root beer, and our sampler of beer. Or should I say 3/4′s of our sampler. Yes, you guessed it. 6 out of 8 beers. When asked where the other two glasses were, she said that “they have run out of glasses.”

I asked how could a pub run out of glasses, and got a shrug for my trouble.

At which time I told her that maybe she could go to the front of the restuarant and get 2 glasses out of the case where they are selling the glasses to the public, wash them, and get my the rest of my fricking beer!! It was bad enough to have screwed up out reservations, seated us in a waitress-less section, and then give us a knuckle dragger as a stand in, mess up MLW’s drink order, and finally mess up a beer order.

Have I mentioned that this is a Brew Pub? Inside a working brewery?

With all of that said and done. The food was excellent. Top notch.

The beer, not so much. I was not thrilled but by one called a zoileg lager. It was really good.

And that was the story of our Big Saturday Night Out. We went to see Steve Earle which is another story.

Namaste.