I meant to work this into today’s entry somehow. I ran across a marvelous quotation this morning.
I just wanted to note it so I’d remember.
Cardiohypertrophy can mean lowered stroke volume and low output. It depends on the kind of hypertrophy, and the elasticity of the heart muscle. Some athletes have hypertrophic hearts (which literally means “bigger sized”) that are very efficient and have above average outputs. I, on the other hand, missed out on getting hypertrophy as a sequella…
I’m probably going to be the only one who thinks this is hilarious, but I have to note this. Go to Alta Vista. Do a search for “Terrorist Sympathizer” images. The first image that comes up is my picture of the candleholder that the little grey spazzoid broke some months ago. Gads, I’m laughing so…
Vacation looms. Was in Milwaukee the end of last week on business; did absolutely nothing that wasn’t on the clock. Good bunch of people, but it was a long way to go to visit the inside of meeting rooms. And now I get to hit the airport and do it all over again, only this…
Well, the perkiness has worn off. The nausea hit last night and won’t let up. I suspect the diuretic is playing havok with my electrolytes at the moment, which would cause this queasiness I’m currently enduring. I really shouldn’t be complaining about this at all, since others are enduring far worse symptoms than a jumpy…
Well, I was able to get an appointment for the follow-up tests on November 27th. I figure if the films looked bad, they’d want me in faster than that. I had hoped it was just going to turn out to be scar tissue from where they did the last biopsy, but it’s the other breast…
Yup, it’s about the dishes again. Hopefully this pitiful saga is reaching a resolution. The Professor swore he was going to be better about the dishes after the shattered plates incident. I know I’m ruining the surprise ending by saying this, but like a fool I took him at his word. Last night I made…
can’t wait to hear what the front office people have to say about this… you GO grass!
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hug’em and kiss’em, i’m doing the same.
Yea, I hear you on the extra cat loving. I feel guilty complaining about them in yesterday’s entry. It’s a shame about Shaka.
Ah, a little "revenge" is good regarding the 3" drop. All from 1/8th inch of rain? Good grief.
Your excursion sounds nice, even better when someelse is driving. I have to admit, I’m abit nervous about driving on my trip next month.
Shoddy workers in more than one sense, it seems.
I would just say to the office: Please make it beautiful. (wait for response) thank you.
I feel for you*
Boston intimidates me also
Three cheers for Mr. Blake.
The drop is pretty plain to see in the first photo. That will be a lot of fun to correct.
Maine has roads?
Huh.
Alli
Oh, good grief! Did they put those pavers on marshmallow? Such a small area, and with foot traffic only – they must have made no attempt to prepare the area properly.
Yes, don’t waste a precious moment with those kitties. And get The Socialist to help prepare the place for his friend 🙂
Good quote. I like that. Your ex garden reminds me of my parents’ sidewalk. They had newly paved it about seven or eight years ago because it was cracked and old. It looked great. That winter we had a strong rain, and then it all froze. The sidewalk buckled into horrible shapes and cracked worse than it had before. They were less than pleased…
Yeah, I let the flies out for biology class. We are doing fruit fly experiments, and we need fresh, virgin fruit flies or the experiment will be off. Fruit flies become sexually active 6-8 hours after hatching, so we can’t use them if they have already mated, because they retain the sperm cells and those can show up in later matings.
We have 4 people in our ‘teams’. I, the 8:00am, let them all out because they’ve been in the tube for about 11-12 hours. The 12:30 person goes in and counts the newly hatched flies and sorts them into a male or female tube, depending on sex. The 4:00 person is supposed to do the same, and then the 8:00pm person is supposed to do the same. Then I get up in the morning and let them all out, and we start over.
I bet you understand more now, but if I bet I had just said ‘fruit fly experiment’ I wouldn’t had to have explained anything. lol
I HATE unexpected company like that.
I would have had to say….
"I am sorry, but I am not up to having unexpected company. We will HAVE to make it another time."
That is plain and simple.
They should get the idea.
Honey