Now I said before that just because I live in Lexington, Kentucky doesn’t mean I have a horse or go to horse races.
I’ve lived in Kentucky for more than thirty years and only met GG in 2004. So we don’t all know each other when it comes to living in The Horse Capital of the World.
I think this may mean if you know me (or are one of my blogmates) that you are only one degree away from a Kentucky Derby contender.
Oh, hey! Does this mean since I was in that movie with Gil Bellows who was in that movie with Tim Robbins and he was in that movie with Kevin Bacon that I am only three degrees away from Kevin Bacon? Or that I’m only two degrees away from Morgan Freeman, Tim Robbins, and Stephen King? Or that I’m only… Oh, hell. This could go on forever!
So I will be tuning in at about 5pm to watch the race and root for GG, her darling hubby, and their horse, Devil May Care.
However mine was probably conditional as I only had trouble making water while having to pee in a cup. I’ve had this problem before. I blame it on the awkward position one must use in order to pee in a cup. One should be able to pee in a hat and then drain the hat into a cup. See. There. Problem solved.
I had to pee in a cup for a pre-employment drug test.
I took the job!
They did bump up the hourly rate over what they had initially offered because of my abundance of clerical experience. It’s still a few dollars less than what I was making six months ago (because this job only requires a high school education) but I’m okay because I’m also going to get some nice shift differentials and I’ve already decided that those are going straight into savings.
That’s me. Planning ahead already.
Yesterday Hubby and I were driving to his office and I spotted a truck painted like a Gateway cow turning into the road. Soon we were right behind it and I had to take this photo:
BECAUSE IT HAD A TAIL!
Of course the darling husband wasn’t so impressed by the tail as he was the license plate — it read "Mr Moo." So I took this picture of him out of spite (because he was so dismissive of the tail) as he hates having his picture taken.
I’ve not told Lily or the Minikins about my new job yet. They won’t understand until I’m leaving them for long periods of time. And then they will look at me with those "please don’t leave us" faces and I will still have to go…
… the Lily puppy wanting to get up between 3 and 4 AM. AM! That’s in the morning, you know. A.M.
And the lighting at work really sucks. See I went in at 10 am and then left at 1:15 am. Partly because I’d done what I could do there and partly because oh-my-great-freakin-head-hurts.
Seriously.
I’m still suffering.
I can last longer at home before I get a headache than I do at work. In fact, I’ve only even had two very short-lived migraines since I began working at home and both of those were after I’d gone into the office for a bit.
At home I can work 4 or 5 hours before i even get an eyeball ache.
And it is so much more quiet at home. I only allow the puppies 3 barking episodes before I will put them in their room. In their room they quiet down and take naps or something because there is very little barking from them once I’ve sent them to their rooms. Ah ha ha! They bark when the postman comes or when back brace neighbor is outside chatting LOUDLY. That man doesn’t even have an outside voice!
If my desk was in the living room I’d have to move it because when back brace neighbor sits (sets) out on his porch he chats up all the neighbors from his porch!
I can almost understand every word he says like he was sitting on my sofa and conversing with me. We don’t even bother to open the living room windows on nice days.
This is my hand next to the wound for size comparison. It’s barely 2′ long.
Wook at dat face! Who would wanna leave a scar on the Lily puppy’s tummy!
Right now she is liking me to scratch her belly all around the incision. It’s like a bit of heaven for her. Especially if I would never stop scratching…
This morning I took the Lily puppy to our local Animal Shelter to have her spayed. While I was checking her in the clerk asked me if I’d like to have her micro-chipped today, too — it would only be $15 more. I told the clerk I was planning on using the balance left over from paying for the spay to make a donation (I always donate extra over the cost of any service rendered with them). So she tells me the Lexington Humane Society would much rather I get my dog micro-chipped than have a donation.
So Lily is going to be spayed and micro-chipped today — and I’ll be sending them in a donation later this month.
I had never heard of the movie it was just on my list of newest arrivals for instant play, but I am so glad I chose watch it immediately.
The Premise:
A member of a "fat acceptance" group wants to start an offset fat acceptance walking group — but her plan is turned down by the club because a "walking group" is somewhat of a weight loss group and the club is all about fat acceptance.
An anorexic attends the fat acceptance meeting only to be turned down membership to the club by a majority vote — because she is not fat, she only thinks she is fat…
The "walking group" member goes ahead with her own group and the anorexic shows up at that meeting place. Eventually a strained relationship begins between the two.
So it’s a chick flick about body image and weight "control" issues.
I really liked the film’s handling of the sexual encounter between the overweight woman and a member of her walking group. I was really impressed with the camera handling of this scene. It was done in such a respectful manner towards the two overweight characters, but still so very sensual (just like any other good film work between two normal sized lovers).
It was lovely.
The apartments of these two characters further enhanced their handling of control issues. Both were kept neat, but the anorexic’s apartment was sparsely done with the clean lines of modern furnishings — whereas the overweight’s place was filled to the nooks and crannies with quite an eclectic selection of elements.
I also learned a few weight loss tips from the anorexic, but noting to that extreme. More like enhancements to some of my tools.
Tokenbloggeris a middle aged fat lady who lives in a small Victorian cottage (in historic Lexington, Kentucky USA) with her husband of 28 years, 2 dogs, a cat, and a tortoise. She is the mother to one adult child who recently returned home (with his dog) to "attend" college --- and now he has a new kitten, too!
Tokenblogger is recently unemployed. While looking for a new position Tokenblogger also does stuff like:
write
keep house
hang out with the pets
walk the neighborhood
blog (write)
draw
read (books!)
cruise the internet
some website design
write
nap
visit friends and family
listen to the radio
and her iTunes collection
watch television
write
work on her wellness
in mind & body
get through each day
write
and some other … stuff.
Tokenblogger has a favorite color, too. Take a wild guess, will ya!
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