The one good thing about my laziness?
It keeps me from being fatter than I already am. It takes a lot of freakin' energy to get up and root around in the cereal cupboard.
So where were we?When last we met I was in the middle of an interview with my husband Chas, and he was just about to tell all y'all about how he cured his own acid reflux. The first part was funny really funny funny, but this part is pretty straight:
CHAS, IGNORING ME: The theory is that the water can't be cold, or it'll shock your stomach into constricting, and you want to expand, not constrict. So after I drank the water I was supposed to rise up on my toes, with my elbows extended, and slam my heels to the floor.FOOLERY: "There's no place like home, there's no place like home . . ."
PLEASE DON'T TAKE
MY WORD FOR THIS --ASK A DOCTOR FIRST.
Chas seems to have cured his acid reflux.Silly me, I hadn't noticed, even though it's been about a month, and I have seen him pour a glass of wine with dinner a couple of times . . . still, I was NOT PAYING ATTENTION. As usual.
CHAS: Remember that cure for acid reflux I told you about?FOOLERY: Ummmmm . . . sorta?
FOOLERY: Okay, I just wanted to make that point to readers: CHAS IS JUST TOTALLY FISHING HERE, FOLKS.CHAS: Not true.
FOOLERY: How about spicy foods, like pizza?
CHAS: No problem, surprisingly. The issue was eating after 7:00 p.m., assuming I went to bed at 11:00. A four-hour cushion of time between eating and sleeping was something I tried pretty hard to maintain.
FOOLERY: Well, spicy foods probably would have bothered you, too, but you don't snack on spicy foods at 8:30, whereas you might have wine, ice cream or chocolate that late. Well, I would, anyway.
FOOLERY: "Don't forget the grease mark!"
CHAS: "I think that's your best bet."
[Ahem. But seriously . . .]
FOOLERY: Were there any sexual side effects? [oh yes I did]
To be sung defiantly (but also with head hanging in embarrassment) to the very fine tune of "O Canada!"
If you missed the news last week you can read about it here.
I can't exactly recommend it,
but in case you're looking for a reason not to like Elton John, here it
is (I didn't need another reason).
Aye aye, Captain!
I can't heeeeeeeeear you . . .
AYE AYE, CAPTAIN!
Who lives in a paradise down by the sea?
Absorbent and mellow and gracious is she!
If hangin' with bloggers be something you wish,
Then drop what you're doin' and drink like a fish!*
Getting excited about the 2010 Chesapeake Bay Blogfest in Mathews,
Virginia. Could you tell?
Chas stood there for about five seconds, then headed for the office where we have a little TV.
"Too much for you, huh?" I called after him."I just need to watch some ESPN for a minute. Sports, anything."
He came back after his masculinity was sufficiently fueled. We watched the Kiss & Cry together.
(Image stolen from the Cancer Sucks charity site at Cafe Press)
The logo was designed by Marcy at The Glamorous Life Association, and she has created a page at Cafe Press, the Cancer Sucks Store where people can buy all kinds of stuff with this logo on it. As posted on the site:
The five winners each get TWO magnets -- one to keep and one to bestow on another unsuspecting blog reader one to use for his/her own blog giveaway. All I ask of people giving away one of these magnets on their blogs is that they include
1. The Cancer Sucks Store link for some good promotional karma and
2. a link to the creator of the whole thing, Marcy at The Glamorous Life Association, for good bloggy karma
you think anything sneaky or dastardly is going to happen to your
mailing address, I can assure you, it won't. Being sneaky and dastardly
takes WAY too much energy. Your address is safe with me.
than finding a few images, I had nothing to do to prepare this post,
so, of course, I lost it. BUT I found it again while combing my Drafts
folder for something of value.
Here is Mantel Man's story about when he served on an aircraft carrier some time after the first Gulf War.
(Original photo stolen from this guy)
As if our flight gear weren’t heavy enough already.
On any normal flight from the aircraft carrier, I wore my flight suit (with Spaceman Spiff underwear, but that’s none of your business), G-suit to keep from blacking out during hard turns, harness to connect to the ejection seat, survival vest, and helmet – plus a .45 and ammo for patrols over Iraq or flights over the wild Australian outback. Then, if the weather got cold enough, we might also be required to wear…
That’s right – waterproof one-piece suits with rubber seals at the neck, wrists, and ankles, plus special thermal underwear (without pictures of Spaceman Spiff, dammit).The suits were hot and uncomfortable under our flight suits, and fortunately I had to wear them on only one deployment, off the coast of South Korea one winter during the annual Team Spirit exercise with the ROK armed forces.
After each flight over the cold Sea of Japan, I couldn’t wait to get out of the dry suit before heading to the forward (a.k.a. “dirty shirt”) wardroom, where the flyers would gather for an evening meal or snack. One evening, however, my friend Jack from the helicopter squadron came up still wearing a dry suit under his flight suit. Now, Jack was 6 feet 6 inches tall and had to fly search-and-rescue helo’s because he was too tall for jet fighters. He had a great sense of humor and was liked by all.
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"I'M not fighting, Mama, SHE --"
Kitty a la King
Kitty a l'Orang
Lomi Lomi Kitty