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fuzzybuddy said:
Apparently, "skinny pants" are the "IN" fashion. Everything seems to be "slim fit", or "tapered". Shopping for clothes feels like going to Abercrombie & Fitch to buy long johns.
I still have to call my trash company to get my bill straightened out. It's not exactly a world class organization. I've dealt with them before. I have 'autopay' so that's really hard to screw up, but they keep trying.
I figured this out. For every 15 years of life, you acquire at least one doctor. So age 50= 3 MDs, 80= 5 MDs. etc.
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Not in my case, fuzzy. I have one OD who prescribes my meds. I also have a dermatologist, who takes Medicare's money and doesn't do much else. And an allergist that I absolutely refused to have anything to do with 15 years ago. IMHO, allergists are scam artists.

I'm not quite 70, so I'm only at 2 docs. But there's hope for more, I guess.

NOT.
 

I wanted to go to the local "No King Walk". I'm in a wheel chair, so I wasn't too sure about the 1.2 walk. But I had some health issues and I couldn't go. The last time I was in a protest was in front of the White House in a Vietnam protest. And way before that I wrote all kinds of letters to any Congressman, whom I could find an address- that was the night of Nixon's firing the Attorney General's higher staff. It does feel good to get into political stuff, like you're really doing something significant.
 
fuzzybuddy said:
I wanted to go to the local "No King Walk". I'm in a wheel chair, so I wasn't too sure about the 1.2 walk. But I had some health issues and I couldn't go. The last time I was in a protest was in front of the White House in a Vietnam protest. And way before that I wrote all kinds of letters to any Congressman, whom I could find an address- that was the night of Nixon's firing the Attorney General's higher staff. It does feel good to get into political stuff, like you're really doing something significant.
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IMO voting is about the only thing that does much good.
 

fuzzybuddy said:
My username & password were rejected by my MDs' site, apparently they upgraded their security. My poor username & password are inconsolable. They are in a corner, crying away. How could they ever face their password buddies in the password app with the dreaded label of "invalid". The MD's site denies ever knowing them. So, I called and after selecting "option: 5d". I got a human. Supposedly I have a clean slate to have any user/password I wanted. I used my old username, my email address. But that was rejected, because it was ALREADY in use. SOB!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Sometimes I just add a 2 onto an old username or password. Its easier than coming up with something new.
 
I'm not that thrilled with Old Mother Nature and her underlings. Today was haircut day with Eddy. When I got to my car, it was covered in bird s**t. But my car is parked in the open, there's no trees, powerlines, etc near my car. It was pretty gross, goop sliding down the driver's side window. The door was covered with it. Plus, it cost $5 in quarters at the car wash to a wash it off. When the price went to $1.50, I thought it was a rip off. I can't figure out how a bird could repeatedly bomb the driver's side door with no trees around.
Mother Nature gots some "splaining" to do
 
It's been a while since I've seen the big bright thing in the sky. It's getting so that I think misty and overcast is a beautiful day, when compared to stormy and dark. I'm even starting to grow moss on my north side, like the trees.
BTW. My plant is still live:D, and it's been well over a month. And it's getting way bigger-that is a first for me. Usually by now, I would have thrown the dried up, shriveled stem out.
I gotta go back to bed, I've been trying to get rid of this period as I type this. No matter what I did this period was in the middle of sentence and I couldn't get rid of it-no matter what key I used. Turns out, it's a run away spot of pepper from breakfast.
 
One of my favorite show is "Match Game" from the 1970s. That's the show where someone has to come up with the same answers as six stars.
" Dumb Dora was SOOO dumb that she BLANK ". I love the banter between the stars.
This morning, they had to come up with an answer to " Martha BLANK". The first thing I thought of is 'Martha Stewart', but then it occurred to me that Stewart wasn't known in 1974. There have been a few times when my answers could never have occurred to anybody, because they hadn't happened yet. That's kind of freaky. You wouldn't think a crummy game show could be a time portal to the past.
 
It's another dark, misty day. It's foggy and drizzly. Everywhere looks like the set of a Dracula movie. Supposedly, the sun will be back in the sky at some future date, but so far that's just a rumor.
And just to brighten my mood, I have to get more MiraLAX, a laxative. Nothing is sunnier than a great big container of laxative- the 50 dose jug. And even more sunnier, they are on sale, the second one half off. My lucky day! I can count my blessings.
Ain't doing too great with my diabetic diet. I'm a good little diabetic for 3-4 days, then I pig out.
 
It's extremely humid. I have one of those humidity gauges and it's at 60%, which is supposed to be really high. The fog outside is a white blanket. And it's supposed to rain another 2-3 days. I should google for ark plans.
There's a deer sitting in the rain in my back yard. Usually I can't identify which deer is which deer, but this one has little antlers. He's kind of moved into my back yard. He sleeps there. I think he gets his mail there, too. Well, since I can identify him, I'll call him, Frank, the deer. He seems to be the only guy deer in a sea of does.
Driving around my place is hazardous, especially now, with all the fawns darting around. My area has the second highest concentration of deer in the US. There someplace in Minn. or the Dakotas that has a higher concentration. That's why our car insurance rates are so high.
Frank, the deer, is still sitting in the rain.
 
Another day that's rainy and foggy. I feel like I could tell my grandchildren that the sun actually existed and wasn't a myth. It's still uncomfortably humid.
Shopping for groceries, yesterday, I ran into a big pole thing moving around the store. It's about 8 feet high and had a "face" on it. I was told it cleaned the floors- like a supersized Rhumba. DUH!!!
It's NASCAR week at the race track down the road. 30 years ago, that was a big deal. There were vendors up and down the road, and traffic did not move. Now, I hardly even know there's a race on. The attendance has gone way down and no vendors. They used to have jet planes fly over the race-that was cool.
 
This is a case of being careful for what you wish for. It seems like we've had a month of nothing but rainy and foggy days. This morning the sun is shining; the sky is blue. Yeah.!!!
It's perfect weather to mow the lawn. Damn!!! :mad:
You'd think after billions of years of evolution, we'd have grass that didn't grow. I've already mowed the lawn once this year. The deaf guy across the street, with his green velvet lawn, probably mowed his lawn once today. That makes me look bad. If everybody has foot high grass, I fit right in. But no, I have neighbors who are always itching to mow some grass.
 
I would have liked to mow the lawn yesterday. There's that saying about the spirit, but the flesh was weak. Well, yesterday, even the spirit said, "ain't no way we're doing this today". And the flesh agreed. If you have a bad back, bouncing around on the back of a riding lawn mower is not fun.
I either have to astro-turf my lot, or find nongrowing grass. Plus having lawn mowing crazed neighbors doesn't help.
I only know the last names of 1 of my neighbors, but my next door neighbor even knows their pets' names. There's one of those in every neighborhood. The last place I lived had this elderly gent & wife. And it was the Census year. The census taker just stopped at his house, because he knew everything about everybody.
MAYBE, if the spirit and the flesh both agree, I might mow the lawn. Right now, they are in serious negotiations.
 
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I would have liked to mow the lawn yesterday. There's that saying about the spirit, but the flesh was weak. Well, yesterday, even the spirit said, "ain't no way we're doing this today". And the flesh agreed. If you have a bad back, bouncing around on the back of a riding lawn mower is not fun.
I either have to astro-turf my lot, or find nongrowing grass. Plus having lawn mowing crazed neighbors doesn't help.
I only know the last names of 1 of my neighbors, but my next door neighbor even knows their pets' names. There's one of those in every neighborhood. The last place I lived had this elderly gent & wife. And it was the Census year. The census taker just stopped at his house, because he knew everything about everybody.
MAYBE, if the spirit and the flesh both agree, I might mow the lawn. Right now, they are in serious negotiations.
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Feel better soon!
 
fuzzybuddy said:
I would have liked to mow the lawn yesterday. There's that saying about the spirit, but the flesh was weak. Well, yesterday, even the spirit said, "ain't no way we're doing this today". And the flesh agreed. If you have a bad back, bouncing around on the back of a riding lawn mower is not fun.
I either have to astro-turf my lot, or find nongrowing grass. Plus having lawn mowing crazed neighbors doesn't help.
I only know the last names of 1 of my neighbors, but my next door neighbor even knows their pets' names. There's one of those in every neighborhood. The last place I lived had this elderly gent & wife. And it was the Census year. The census taker just stopped at his house, because he knew everything about everybody.
MAYBE, if the spirit and the flesh both agree, I might mow the lawn. Right now, they are in serious negotiations.
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When I was in my well able to mid forties., I mowed my widowed stepfather's GIGANTIC! lawn with a gas powered push mower. Burned allot of calories. :D
 
Nope. Did not mow the lawn yesterday. The spirit was willing, but the flesh crapped out. I should have known something was brewing. The other night, I shut off the A.C. and put on the heat, then climbed into bed under a thick comforter. And I still felt cold. Finally, the stuffed up head, bad headache, crummy feeling hit me- yup, got a good old fashion cold. I haven't had one of those in a long time. You forget how lousy you feel. I'm not sure if it's "starve a fever", or "feed a fever". but pizza cures everything. It's a well known medical fact. I've just called in for my first 12 inch dose.
 
I'm back from the dead. I'm still nasally congested and kind of wifty. When you're sore, achy and totally miserable, it doesn't take much on TV to distract you. I like watching the jewelry channel. A genuine imitation diamondite faux gold ring, if sold by Tiffany's would sell for $3,800, but today, on "Super Sunday Sales Day"; it's selling for $39.89. Plus it's warehouse cleaning day, so, it's only $19.95. I like the shopping channels. The hosts never met a product that wasn't the greatest, and they can ramble on about it for hours. They can make you wonder why you don't own a power mulcher.
 
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OMG!!! Back from the dead. It's amazing how good you feel when you don't feel lousy. I was actually going to mow the lawn, today. I got my mowing clothes on, and grabbed my mowing cap. I got to the shed, and the 94 degree heat hit me. Ain't doing that today. The shed door latch was boilingly hot.
Granted it doesn't take much for me to not mow my lawn, but frying on a lawn tractor ain't doing it. My lawn will be just as overgrown tomorrow, as it is now.
Right now, I have to pay homage to the A.C. god.
 

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