Hey, LOOK! I put this in the wrong thread! WOO!
My computer is definately dead, the Motherboard has devestated everything inside, the hard drive has been burned out, and the graphics card has jammed it’s fan burning the cpu chip to death.
Life has been so, well you know, that I have not been able to chat with you all and miss you. I missed all of the 200 podcast stuff.
Missed you too Leah. I’ve been thinking of you.
Here is why we didn’t go anywhere for Christmas.
This is how far I could open the front door.
And this is in town. I don’t even want to think what it looks like in the country!
It is getting better though, right?
Wow! That makes th 2 inches we had round here look just… sad.
It’s all ice now, which is why I fell, and am now layed up in bed doped up to the gills on codine.
WOOOOO!
This is why my family moved to Florida. Chicago is known for this kind of weather and my mother never wanted to go back for more than a social visit. 
A little bit, thank you.
I could use some drugs after this AM’s shovel and snow blower fest. I just wish the crap would quit coming down!!!
At times like this I long for Florida. Then in July, I long for Alaska…
Really? cos… I know a guy… :o
Nah - I’ve got some painkillers left from my knee surgery last year. 
this bitch and moan was based on a true story… my true story…
well this is the story of my Christmas there once was a boy who loved Christmas and had a great Christmas eve; storybook would be an appropriate description, sledding. singing Christmas carols, a great meal great conversations and after a lot of singing laughing and dancing
this boy went home. and as he arrived home he realized the his house keys were nowhere to be seen… well the call went out to get his spare key, but being as how the possessor of said spare key was out of town for the holidays; the problem began to bare its fangs… well the boy was not beaten yet was the landlord did have an emergency contact number and would in no way just ignore the repeated messages over the holidays about being stranded and trying to not say bad words as the number of messages sent increased… and number received was remaining stable at not. well of course they were no help. the locksmith was his next thought but the security door would ensure the smiths of locks would not preform there function. So back our boy went out into the night and sleep on his families couch
for the next night, and the next morning suddenly our boy; could get back into work were the vaunted house keys remained locked away on a altar like the golden skull in the bolder scene in raiders of the lost arc now our boy was not supposed to work on the day of boxes; but was no fool and slipped in stealthily doing all he could to not be noticed wearing a trench coat. whistling nondescriptly was he passed but eventually was discovered and roped into staying and worked 17 hours without break.
so now with the prize in hand and very sore feet the boy is now home; exhausted happy the holiday is over but still thankful for the good moments amongst the problem. and he ends this moan with a small quote from his nephew; FOR CHRISTMAS SAKE
Today’s bitching and moaning brought to you by the wires glued to my head. My neurologist ordered an ambulatory EEG for me this week, so from this morning through Thursday I’ll have electrodes glued to me and am attatched to a little case that I’m hauling everywhere. I feel like a tiny disheveled Na’vi, except not nearly as cool.
Also, due to this, I’ll be spending my third wedding anniversary homebound and funny-looking. At least the husband is understanding.
I hope your funny looking “hair” will give you good news.
So say we all.
(And NNB: glad you made it home, even if it cost you 17 hours of unscheduled work.)
Having fought off the various flu strains and colds around me for weeks - It finally got me and I’ve been flat on my back for a week. Just coming 'round now. Feels good to want to do something other than sleep.
Feel better real soon.
Thank you Leah, you’re sweet.
Thanks for that Hugs all around.
I can’t go to the meet up this year. No money.