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  • Are you feeling better yet?

    Any chance you've tried boiling zuke noodles instead of sauteing them? I have a friend who wants to toss them into a crockpot for the last 30 minutes or so and we're wondering how well that will work...
    Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.

    If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.

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    • No, and it works fine. Make it the last 10-15 min, though.
      Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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      • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
        No, and it works fine. Make it the last 10-15 min, though.
        Uh oh. Do we need to bring you anything? I'll have the munchkins, but we just swing by and drop something off. Leaving in about 3 minutes. Text me if you need anything.
        Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.

        If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.

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        • Originally posted by Finnegans Wake View Post
          Senor Pepe's tooth extractions - no Vicodin, tequila!

          I had all 4 wisdom teeth taken out at the same time, that shit was not fun.
          I'm pretending I had a tooth pulled, one more shot of tequila pls.

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          • I tried to go to work after lunch and had to go home within 2.5 hrs. I have work in the car, though, so I can make up the time when I'm not feeling so crappy.
            Thing is, I'm not really in that much pain, that I can tell. I think one of my survival mechanism's has kicked in. MY body, if a pain isn't stabby and is long lasting, will kick in endorphins or something, so I don't feel much of anything. Even without any meds in my system, I'm more tired than hurting. The feeling kinda reminds me of a numbed pain: you know the article is question is there because it's a bit more THERE than usual, but it doesn't hurt, if that makes any sense. My jaw is making sure I don't forget about it, but it really doesn't hurt much.
            Within the past 24 hrs, I've had 3 eggs, 3 slices pancetta, and 6 oz blackberries. That's it. Not really hungry. Should figure out what I want for dinner, though. I may make Geek take me out for dinner.
            Last edited by naiadknight; 12-07-2012, 03:51 PM.
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            • Geek and I went out for chinese buffet. Salt didn't really bother me, but I guess I need to start trying to open my jaw further. It was hard to take more than "ladylike bites." Still wasn't very hungry. Had hot & sour soup, fried rice, pot stickers, the filling from some crab rangoon, and some flan, whch amounted to grand total of two plates and a cup, none of which were completely full. If I met even maintenance calories for yesterday, I'll be surprised.
              Froot Loop is no longer broken, she's been fixed. The damn dog is acting better after her hysterectecomy than I am after a tooth pulling. I can also tell she knows who's in charge, and it ain't her. She seemed think this was punishment and was all kinds of lovey dovey and apologetic. She even put herself over by the tether and sat there like she expected to get locked up. I went over and petted and hugged her to let her know she wasn't in trouble. She seemed to accept it, but she's still trying to be a model puppy. I think she's afraid I'll leave her at the vet again if she misbehaves and she'll end up missing more parts.
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              • Awww poor girl.
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                "Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within." Miguel de Cervantes

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                • Went for Mexican food tonight. Pescado coronel with dry salad, 2 oysters, refried beans, and Mexican rice. Pescado coronel is catfish smothered in ranchero sauce, cheese, and shrimp. Chewing wasn't an issue, keeping all the food in only half my mouth while chewing was. You ever tried eating a giant chunk of lettuce with only half your mouth?
                  Now, I'm zonked. I think I need to see in Aleve works on this pain.
                  Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                  • I'm not in pain anymore. Still kinda tired, but I chalk that up to my body funneling what little food I've given it toward healing.
                    Froot Loop is healing well. She seems to know what the tape bandage is for and hasn't messed with it, so far. She's still not up to par, but I'm not expecting her to be. She is wanting to fetch and play tug, which is a good sign. She's also back on track with commands, including differentiating between "chunka," "lizard," and "rope," in addition to her basics.
                    Enjoying an eggnog latte. I need to figure out how to make my own eggnog so I can make my own eggnog coffee.
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                    • Were I the stereotypical, bitter wife, I'd swear my MIL was trying to sabotage me. I know in reality, she chooses what sounds good and in sync with what effort she can put into it that day. Does it bug me when dinner is ziti and garlic bread with no other options? Yes, especially when the bread is cottonseed oil laden because she doesn't read ingredient labels. Am I going to complain? Not until every part of the meal is cottonseeded. She's absentminded and its not worth the effort when it'll just slip her mind again. I love her dearly, more than my own mother most of the time. I consider Sunday dinner with the in laws to be part of my 20%, even if it's rarely worth it in terms of taste.
                      I finally know what it's like to have a family without drama and relative normalcy. You may not think that's a big deal; you may even wonder why I want something so boring. It's what I rarely got.as a kid, so it's a novelty I refuse to take lightly or for granted.
                      Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                      • If I can eat it without screaming, breakfast will be an apple with nutella knockoff.
                        I made the mistake of watching HGTV last night and getting ideas. I may put on my more forgiving winter coat and do some raking tonight in the backyard. I won't get to that planter, but I hope to at least get the yard mostly raked and rid of dog shit before nightfall. When I can dismantle that stupid hipstertastic cinder block planter, I'll repurpose it to grow succulents, cacti, and shit that would actually survive this region, not a fucking hibiscus. I still want to replace the range hood, but that means cutting a hole in the roof and running duct work so we can install one that's externally vented, which in turn requires research to do it right.
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                        • Raking, good exercise, terrible chore.

                          Our yard is full of leaves and I don't think we'll have the moolah to get the guy we usually have to come and do it. So I may be joining you on this in a few weeks. We started paying a guy after the first 4 years of 400+ bags of leaves. We may just rent a blower this year and get it done ourselves. Next house I want no trees or yard care planned into our monthly expenses.
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                          • We don't have many trees, but the live oak is a prolific shedder, and the dog is a prolific shitter, even grain free.
                            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                            • For those who got kicked out of a job:
                              On the first day of Christmas my company gave to me
                              A pink slip for under the tree

                              On the second of Christmas my company gave to me
                              2 days to pack
                              And a pink slip for under the tree

                              On the third day of Christmas my company gave to me
                              3 Bic pens
                              Is that right 2 days to pack?
                              And a pink slip for under the tree

                              On the fourth day of Christmas, I gave my company
                              4 letter words
                              3 more pens
                              Well I'm gonna take this lamp too, then
                              And a pink slip for under the tree

                              On the fifth day of Christmas my company gave to me
                              5 days of sleep
                              4 letters words
                              3 bic pens
                              And this stapler and my coat rack and...
                              A pink slip for under the tree

                              On the sixth day of Christmas, my company gave to me
                              Six months of Cobra
                              5 days of sleep
                              Wake up you freaking monkey, it's almost break time!
                              Oh, thanks. Is the roach coach here yet?
                              And a pink slip for under the tree

                              On the seventh day of Christmas my company gave to me
                              7 check a ābouncing
                              Oh, dear!
                              6 months of Cobra
                              5 days of sleep
                              I got your bonus right here!
                              3 lousy pens
                              I'm calling security
                              And a pink slip for under the tree

                              On the eighth day of Christmas my company gave to me
                              8 hours of drinking
                              I have never bounced a check in my life
                              5 day of sleep
                              You big Goofbag!
                              Bunch of Sticky notes
                              Can I at least keep thee pocket protector?
                              And a pink slip for under the tree

                              On the ninth day of Christmas my company gave to me
                              9 cans a cat food
                              8 hours of drinking
                              Could you not breathe on me please?
                              I can't afford Cobra
                              5 days of sleep
                              4 festive words
                              3 Bic pens
                              Only 2 days to pack
                              And a pink slip for under the tree
                              I got a blue one

                              On the tenth day of Christmas my company gave to me
                              10 workers weeping,
                              There, there missy, it's gonna' get a lot worse than this
                              God, I hope my kids don't get sick
                              Want some cat food?
                              5 days of sleep
                              Bite me!
                              Do I hear sexual harassment?
                              Would you help me carry this copier to my car, please?
                              And a pink slip for under the tree

                              On the eleventh day of Christmas my company gave to me
                              Eleventh hour pleading
                              10 workers weeping
                              You know I know a guy that'll hire all three of you girls, sight unseen
                              And you get to work with a cobra, imagine that!
                              5 days of sleep
                              4 letter words
                              I ām warning you!
                              Can't we all just get along?
                              And a pink slip for under the tree

                              On the twelfth day of Christmas my company gave to me
                              12 employees bumming
                              I know girls, I know
                              Say, you girls need a ride home? I got my par carked right out front?
                              Five days of sleep
                              I gave this place the best years of my life and they gave me the shaft!
                              And a pink slip for under the tree
                              Tree? What tree? We're not gonna be able to afford a tree!



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                              • Sad face. I figured out what's caused the bloating and gas of astronomic proportions these past several weeks: white potatos. I get to cross those off my list of safe, "empty" carbs and toss them back in the DNE pile. Anyone want 2 lb mini red potatoes?
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