Sis has Gone Techno

I'm so proud. My big sis has joined the blogging world. It's all about book clubs, book collecting, and Mini Coopers (hers is Simon). You can visit her here:
http://bibliominiac.blogspot.com/
Yea, big sis. Congratulations on your new blog. She definitely writes better than I do. I look forward to reading it a lot in the future!

Hubby and I are very sad this week. Garfunkel (the Mini) is an inpatient at our local car hospital. He is recovering from a minor car accident. His front bumper had a ding, because Garfunkel couldn't stop in time to avoid hitting the car in front of him. He's been sore for a couple of weeks now, but the doctor said he should be ready for release tomorrow. We will be so glad to have him home. Our no-name rental car just doesn't have the same fun, zippy personality.

I have been knitting like crazy trying to finish up two baby blankets and a pair of baby leg warmers. I consider it a record that the baby is only two weeks old. That's on time in my world. I am the Queen of Procrastination. I blame part of it on my migraines, but when I look back I have always been the Queen. Not the best title, huh?

Speaking of migraines. I went to the neurologist today. He and I are both concerned about me having to use so much pain medication. It seems that my head has started a battle that my body just cannot win. Head has waged war on my ability to accomplish anything. Head is most determined that I not be able to knit much, do housework, laundry or cook food. Head is winning. I can live with the no housework, laundry and cooking, but limiting my knitting is uncalled for! Poor hubby is holding up way more than his end of this deal. You know those vows we said at our wedding: for better or worse, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, 'till death do us part. He has come to the conclusion that he got the wrong end of his vows. He got a wife that's now worse, definitely in major sickness, and he's definitely poorer from my medical bills and my inability to work. I think secretly he may be hoping for death TO part us. He did try to trade me back to my father after we had been married one whole month. That's when the migraines started. He decided, since father is a lawyer, that he should honor a contract protecting him from receiving a defective product. He wanted to return me due to a manufacturing defect. Hey, the father did help to manufacture me, didn't he? Yep, I'm guessing he had a part in it because I have my dad's brown eyes, long ape-like arms, weird long second toe and unexplainable like of all jokes dealing with poop and gas. I definitely inherited that one! Thanks Dad!! Go figure, the father didn't want me to be returned, said it was not in the contract he made hubby sign. Not kidding!! The father gave the husband a contract for dating my daughter when we were dating. What a great first impression. Should I mention the father was also wearing some sort of bizarre hillbilly/dork toothy mask thing. Lovely!

Back to the doctor visit today. I am being sent off to the third pain management doctor (about an hour drive). We agree that I need a pain management doctor that will believe in my pain and help me even when I don't fit into the typical box of normal pain management. I always seem to be that one unique case. I'm always that one person that gets that rare side effect. You know the one in a million chance kind (okay, maybe a million is stretching it). My neuro knows that about me. He told me last visit that it'd be no fun if everyone was the same, and it's good to be unique. UNIQUE!!!!! yeah. I just want to be a little bit NORMAL. Not totally (never was) but at least a bit normal. You know, like a regular person. Or maybe just a slightly sick person. I'd take that one. Constant back pain I could deal with, but not constant migraines. Whole 'nother ballgame! I declare here and now, HEAD shall not win this long battle. Eventually, Body is going to boot it out for good. (wouldn't I look odd without HEAD). Maybe Body can just retrain Head so that we can all get along.

The Scene of the Crime

We thought it was thunder, but it was only a little rain cloud. Then we heard all this crashing. NOT THUNDER!!! The big oak tree is the culprit. He was caught trying to vandalize the arbor in the back yard. Here's the incriminating evidence:

The vandal dropped a 30 foot limb onto our arbor. Can I just say how impressed we are with Phillip's construction capability. The arbor is still standing!
Unfortunately the evil vandal littered my brand new wooden walkway with almost all of my spinners. There are still 4 left standing, the last 20 are laying bruised and battered upon the ground.

The vandal even killed my windchimes. These are still intact.
Sadly, the ladybug was only left with one chime. I should probably mention here that the ladybug has been suffering from old age and only had two chimes and her glass marbles left. As you can see she lost her marbles, too. Poor old ladybug!
Maybe this was just the tree's way of helping add to our rustic arbor and redecorate.



Thanks a lot, Mr. Oak Tree. You better watch out we have the sheriff on the lookout for you. You can't hide forever.