oh finally!!!

Have a little patience with me in the picture department. This is one I took by the side of the one way street, looking back towards OKC, with the wind in our faces. I just downloaded the 212 new pictures and the Lake Hefner pictures, so I'll try to work on them. I know that's why we're here at this blog, and I will get some up there, but for now I'm just glad I can blog at all.

   Last night was a virtual blogging nightmare. I couldn't find the "post' link anywhere. They messed around with my blog!!!!! I had things to say people - this isn't funny! I looked and looked and it kept taking me back to Dashboard where it told me I had to start a new blog. Noooooo, I have a blog. Then it said I had another gmail account open. Nooooo, did not. Then, to top it off, my computer blacked out and wouldn't turn back on. Just quit. Tried to turn it on again and it tried and then black. Oh crap. I tried again this morning and it wouldn't even try. I told mom about it and I was figuring I would have to go into my office, which has become a scary place for me, what with the treadmill and mountains of papers to file, and try to find my warranty. I know there's an Apple store in Penn Square Mall, which is so far away that I actually have already programmed it into my Garmin. Sigh. I hate stuff like this. I want someone who will do stuff like this for me. And how long would I be without it? Anxiety attack coming.... Obviously it's working now. I came to bed tonight and plugged it the power cord, and plugged it in to the outlet, too. Oh, yeah, that did make a difference. Started right up. Yee haw, back in business and I can avoid the office again. It was down to 0.00000% power. Well, that'll do it.

So, today, I woke up and walked out to see if mom was up and she was still asleep. Whoa, that almost never happens, that I get up before her, so Ozzy and I go back to bed. But I got up almost every half hour, and I don't know why, and told Ozzy to find Grandma, and he ran and checked her room and waited for me, and she was still asleep, so I went back to sleep. I started this at about 9:30 am and she got up around noon, so every half hour I was getting up and going back to sleep. 

When we were both finally awake, I asked her what she wanted to do, she suggested going to get my prescriptions and stopping at Sonic for breakfast, so Ozzy can go. Good idea. We do that, and on the way back we talk about what to do today and mom is all full of ideas like the Cowboy Art museum. We went and saw Journey to the Center of the Earth yesterday - great movie, great 3D, loved it, loved my theater. I'm going to claim it cause it's everything I ever wanted in a movie theater cause it's art deco, classy and it has a balcony, which is where we're going to see Batman, where they serve you your food, and no one under 21 is allowed in.

Anyway, I'm not feeling like doing anything today. Mom is feeling perky and I'm feeling like riding the old rocking chair. Guess who won. I couldn't help it. I got the itches from the meds last night and had to take the anti-itching meds. I tried one and it didn't work, so I had to take two, and they knock me out, (this was in the middle of the night) and they kept knocking me out all day. I spent the day sleeping on the narcotic love seat (we moved the living room around so we could bring in my recliner so mom could sit in it, now I get antsy a bit about her sitting in it cause she's hard on chairs, but I got over it, I think. I bought my first brand new set of furniture when I moved into the 17th St. house and mom sat down in the love seat, on the first day, and there was a crack - she had broken one of the two by fours in the back of the chair and it forever after stuck out, not of the fabric, but you could see it on the back of the chair. I never told her).

Tomorrow, tentatively, we're going over to Kathy and Mark's to have dinner cause Kathy's mom and her friend Sharon are in town. Annette, Kathy's mom, has a new poodle puppy that supposedly looks a lot like Ozzy, and is named Oshkie, after Kelsey's childhood imaginary friend (eerily, it actually has a meaning in some eastern European language, like "new life" or something), and I've been waiting to meet Sharon, who, I guess is about my age or a little younger and is Annette's best friend and is always taking care of her dog and making things for her and the family and just sounds like a very interesting person. I'll keep you up on what happens.

So, I have a lawn mower that doesn't work, that I'm supposed to be looking for the receipt for, a gas weed eater that I can't actually get started and 5/6 of a back yard full of weeds that are now to the top of my fence post, and it's a 100 degrees out. Yeah, I need to be finding a lawn service. Anything to be avoiding that office. And it started out so pretty. 

Mom got me a shirt for my birthday, called a Poet Shirt, from the Solbar company. It's made of material that's a UVA/AVB screen. It's made specifically for people like me. In fact, the first catalog I picked up was in the rheumatologists office. It's tunic length, long sleeve, obviously, but it has mesh built into the inside of the arms for air flow and it is the softest and lightest material I have ever worn. It's this beautiful soft blue, and I just love it. It wasn't cheap, so I'm keeping the catalogue around and hoping to get a chance to get something else. Unfortunately, the only other color I can get in that shirt is white, which I won't do - kinda defeats the purpose. The woman mom talked to kinda interviewed her about my needs and recommended I get the darkest colors I could - she recommended raspberry - I vetoed that before we even found out it didn't come in that size. Anyway, it is just so light and soft and comfortable, I love it.