Rock Band… er, uh, well, for lack of a better word… ROCKS!
My Nephew got it for his birthday.
It’s like guitar hero (which I think is kind of boring and stupid looking), but with parts for drums, and bass, and singing… so four people can play!
Being the only person around who can carry a tune in a a bucket, I was tapped for singing, and it was SO FUN!
Sister and nephew went back to their home state on Sunday, though… so I guess that’s the only time I’ll ever get to play that game.
OK, I may be a little late with this, but we watched Meet the Robinsons last night.
It was amusing and all, but did anyone else experience the overwhelming feeling that they were being beaten about the head and shoulders with a giant morality lesson stick?
OK, Disney, I get it. Don’t let disappointments stop you from reaching your dreams.
Don’t blame other people for your failures.
Yes, yes… now can we get on with the movie?
Oh, that is the movie.
Still, it was worth it for the T-Rex’ line about the great big head and tiny arms.
But I am apparently going through a phase where I have nothing to say.
Except… Hmmm, I’m hungry even though I just ate soup for lunch.
Thought you should know.
I usually hate shopping for clothes and put it off until I really need to then buy a bunch of stuff at once.
I decided this weekend that there was really nothing for me to do but buy some new bras to replace the old (and I mean very old) collection I had been making do with.
I had been wearing wire-free bras for a couple of years. I bought them originaly thinking they’d be more comfy.. and they were, a bit, I guess.
But since I had to shop for new ones, I tried on some again with wires.
Then I realized… Oh Yeah.. THAT’s why we wear these.
I bought three.
I don’t understand how something as simple as shifting a clock by one hour can have such a serious impact on my life.
Daylight Saving Time screws me up EVERY YEAR. For a week afterwards I am all bleary and exhausted.
Other people take it in stride and don’t even notice!
Stupid changing clocks.
In other topics… seriously, the biggest problem I have in my life is that a clock was changed? I look around the interwebs and realize I should COUNT MY BLESSINGS because I really am one lucky little so and so.
OK, so it turns out the Dr. just wanted to talk to me because my thyroid was slightly low.
She wanted to see if I had any symptoms that would indicate a need for treatment.
Well… first she said I could have medicine… but I would pretty much have to take it every day forever, and I told her I don’t like medicine.
So she said that was fine, and I should just be on the lookout for any symptoms, and she’d check the thyroid hormone level again next year.
So I have to be on the lookout for…
Unexplained weight gain
She said once the thyroid function starts to go down, it’s an inevitable process (especially since my Mom and Sister also have thyroid issues)… but it could be years or decades before I need to actually take replacement hormones… or it could be months. Just have to watch it.
So I get a form letter in the mail yesterday…
The doctor would like to speak with you about your test results. Please make an appointment.
Wha? What test? Which test? Does she want to talk to me about choleterol? My Thyroid Hormone (which, ok, was high last year and I ignored it) Fine, no problem. But there were a bunch of tests… did she find something horrible in my blood? Do I have cervical cancer? Am I going to start bleeding out my eyeballs?
A letter? And Two days for an appointment?
OK… the rational part of me knows that this is nothing serious, because (and I am hoping this is true) serious news would not be sent in a letter and then depend on me to get back to them to find out about it. I am thinking serious news would arrive via a phone call and tell me to get my fanny down to the office pronto.
Still… these new HIPA (HIPPA?) regulations make it impossible to get any info about what might be the impetus for this little chat from anyone but the doctor.
Guess I’ll just wait and see…
Well… unexpectedly I received a promotion yesterday.
I knew my boss had been trying to get me a manager title for a while, but he has quite a stubborn boss himself, who does not like to go passing out extra money at a whim.
His persistence finally paid off.
So now instead of being “Senior Analyst” of the department I work in… I am “Manager”
Alas… just last week someone moved into the last empty office in our area. So the door that comes with my title is going to have to wait until they build the third building on our campus… but there will be one! There’s a DOOR in my future, people… and that will be an awesome thing!