I have Rabie Foam in my yard, one space people!, & my knee is STD free.

Let's pretend this is Mother Nature

This morning when I looked out the window it looks like Mother Nature was foaming at the mouth all night because that white crap is back on the ground again.  I know, I know enough with the complaining of the snow already but damn this is ridiculous.  The kids are out of school once again.  We only got about an inch or a little more of snow but the roads are completely horrible.  B traveled home from North Carolina last night and he said once he got into Nashville he couldn’t give any gas to the truck because his backend would take on a mind of its own.  He was sliding everywhere and that is in a truck with 4 wheel drive and traction control.  That’s just not good.  Hopefully the roads will be fine by late afternoon when my dad is supposed to pick up the kids for the weekend.  Yay.  A quiet weekend after 2 weeks of chaos, snow says and sickness.  Just for the record my kids have been out of school more than in school for the month of January.  Not cool my friends, not so cool.

I read a blog post the other day that was freshly pressed titled How Many Spaces Should You Put After a Period by Dr. J.  This frankly blew my mind because I had no idea the ‘rules’ had changed.  When I was in school, oh so long ago in early to mid 90′s I learned that you put two spaces after a period when typing, always.  According to the blog post and an article in it this is wrong.  The article in the blog post put it this way and I quote  ”Typing two spaces after a period is totally, completely, utterly, and inarguably wrong.”  Well how about them bananas!  I found the blog post, article and comments very interesting.  The post and article I found interesting for obvious reasons..I was learning that I have been wrong for 20+ years and am still wrong and will continue to be wrong.  Great.  The comments I found interesting because it made me feel old.  Comments saying ‘I learned one space’, “people that use two spaces drive me absolutely nuts” to wrap them up in a nut shell, and other comments that are from people in the same boat as I am and had no clue to the change in the typing ‘rules’.  This is huge people.  I rank it up there with Pluto not being classified as a planet anymore.  Poor Pluto!  Poor period now being all crowded by more letters.     This is going to be a hard habit to break for me.  I have been trying to make myself aware when I type but as you can tell by this post I am failing miserably.  My thumb just automatically taps that space bar twice after that cute little dot giving it space and a spacious ending before the next sentence begins.  Now when I do catch myself and give it only one space it looks funny.  B just walked in the room as I am typing this and I asked him how many spaces he uses.  He said two.  I told him about the changing of the spaces and he shrugged his shoulders and said that is what I learned in typing class and who ever changed it can “Go fly a kite”.  haha!  I am stuck, do I continue to use the two spaces because it is natural and continue to drive people crazy as they read my posts or do I make a conscious effort to change to the little one space and get into the ‘now’ of typing and be all hip.  Who knows.  Most likely I will stay set in my old ways because I am old and I don’t have to put thought into it  ;)  and two because I am in no way shape or form a professional writer, my stuff will never become published and sell millions.  Now if I ever do write anything that will be read by millions or have to write a formal letter to someone I will consciously use the one space.  Pinky swear.

This is what people are doing to me and I am ok with it it makes me different & special

Good news.  I got the results back from the doctor yesterday evening and it is fluid on my knee, I’ll take that diagnosis.  Now they are sending me exercises to do with my knee.  If that seems it is not doing any good and the swelling continues the next thing is physical therapy and she wants to do an MRI.  As long as my knee doesn’t have the STD Gout, I’m happy and in good shape.

So what we have learned today…

-Mother Nature has a bad case of Rabies

You should only be using **1** space after a period people!

-And my knee is STD free..Thank goodness.

At 33 I’m old and decrepit.

Yesterday was an eventful/uneventful day.  Does that make any sense?  No, not really but it’s ok because this is my blog and I can not make sense if I don’t want to.  I can clarify the above statement by saying my morning was eventful and then I  made it a point to make the rest of the day as uneventful as I possibly could.  I succeeded.

My morning started off with that damn annoying beeping sound and me portraying a zombie mother like no one’s business..I should get an Emmy.  After getting the kids on the bus I walked in my bedroom and looked at my bed.  I suddenly heard a voice…”Jaaaaaamie…just lay down for a minute, it’s nice and warm and oh so comfy”  Zombie’s obey so I laid down and fell back to sleep for an hour.  After waking up in a fury because I had to leave for the doctor in 30 minutes I was human again…Thank goodness.  I would have had a heck of a diagnosis from the doctor if I went still a zombie.  I finally had an appointment for my knees.  I was a nervous wreck yesterday on the way.  I do not like to go to the doctor when something is really wrong with me.  I usually just go and hang out in the waiting room when I am super healthy.  No in all seriousness, my knees have been bothering me since October and I have been putting it off and putting it off.  Yesterday I went.  I figured she would just check them out and refer me to an Orthopedic doctor.  Nope she checked them out looking puzzled at why one swells and then the other.  We had to go through all my family’s medical history seeing if anyone had any joint problems.  I said no and then in the middle of the examination a lightbulb went off and I said “Oh yeah, My mom would get fluid on her knees all the time”.  That piece of info would probably been best at the beginning of the talk.  Oops..Hey it was -40 degrees in that damn room (the doctor even walked in and said Oh my it is considerably colder in here than the rest of the rooms”).  My thought, great..you guys are just trying to kill me..too bad I’m not a zombie anymore or I would eat you all.  My brain wasn’t thawed all the way after sitting in the -40 degree room for an hour, yes a flipping hour, before the doctor came in.  Sorry if some of the info is a little delayed.  So anyway she said that might be what is going on with mine but she wasn’t for sure.  She wanted to do X-rays and if the x-rays can’t tell her what is going on then blood work would be needed because there is a chance it could be Gout.  WHAT!  Gout??  I looked at her and curled my nose and said “Oh..pause..Ewwww…what is gout, it just sounds dirty, like an STD?”  She giggled almost saying ‘you dumb little girl’.  She explained to me what it was and I was relieved a tad because now it didn’t sound so dirty and clearly wasn’t a knee STD.  But it is something old people get and I’m only 33 damn it…I can’t have gout!  WTF!  She sent me down for x-rays next.  Yippee Ki-yay.  That darn place…I get done with my paperwork and turn it in and the girl says to me “we have a very long x-ray ahead of you and I have no idea how long it is going to be but I will find out.”  Peachy.  I told her I was going outside to make a phone call and I would be back.  I make my call and come back in 5 minutes later to be immediately called back.  Wow..that wait was harsh.  They took 5 x-rays of both knees and now I am playing the waiting game for the doctor to call to tell me either a.) I have fluid on my knees  b.) I have the knees of a 79 year old and I’m old and decrepit at 33 or c.) they have no flipping clue and I will need blood work done.  Aging SUCKS MY BUTT!

I came home and my friend had her car packed and the boys ready to hit the road.  She probably wanted to leave while I was at the doctor but I had her car seats in my car…Oops.  haha!  You can’t leave until I get back!     She finished up and out the door she went.  It was sad.  I walked her out and said my goodbyes to her and the boys and then she rushed me back in the house to end it and most likely so we wouldn’t stand there and cry.  I came in and closed the door behind me after I watched her pull away and my house was quiet…eerie quiet.  Now I know exactly what my dad is saying when he tells me how quiet the house is after the kids leave from being there all weekend.  I walked aimlessly around for a moment and then hit the couch.  It was nap time.  I was exhausted yesterday.  I stayed up way too late every night they were here, I have major sleep to catch up on.  So I napped and it was grand.  My kids got home and we managed to do nothing all evening.  I was ready to go to bed at 6:30 but the kids weren’t having it…go figure.  But somewhere along the line I caught a bit of second wind and ended up staying up till 11.  What the crap!  Plus B is out of town and I hate to go to bed when he isn’t here.  I don’t know why but I stay up way late when he is out of town.  Needless to say I didn’t get anything done around the house yesterday, it looks like a bomb went off in every room.

Today I have a crap ton of stuff to get done.  Laundry (because now my clothes basket is being a whore), clean, more laundry, pay bills, oh and I get to do our taxes.  How fun is that!  To top all that exciting stuff off I have to go to the store.  We are getting another round of snow this afternoon..a whopping 1 inch.  I don’t have to go to stock up, I really am out of milk.  I drank the last cup last night and devastated my children so if I don’t get some today they might murder me in my sleep.  Kids can be evil I tell ya.  I might take the chicken route and hit the gas station for a $6 gallon of milk just to avoid the ‘oh shit we are getting an inch of snow, we must stock up’ shoppers at the grocery store.  Yep, I think that will be the plan.

So now I will pump mass amounts of caffeine into my body to give me crack speed and start my day.  All the while waiting for the phone call from the doctor to see if I am decrepit.