But You Have to Laugh. . .

But You Have to Laugh. . .

I haven’t completely lost my sense of humor.  I’m limited in what I can do, and in order to get to anything below waist level, I need to bend at the knees, back straight, or hold onto something for balance and leverage, or do a bend over on my right leg only, sticking the left out straight back.  As I was doing this for what seemed like the umpty-millionth time in the bathroom (mmmm. . .coffeeeeee!!!) I was reminded that Carolyn told me last night that it looked like I was doing an arabesque, and so for today’s entertainment, I present to you. . .

THE POTTY BALLET!

Plie’!  Grasp lid, and releve’!

Turn!  Plie’! Sit!

(curtain closes for intermission while the mundane aspects are undergone)

Releve’!

Turn, arabesque, and flush!

Grasp lid, and plie’!

Releve’, turn, and don’t forget to switch off the light!

Thunderous applause!!!

I am Going Stir-Crazy!

I am Going Stir-Crazy!

My back is killing me.  My house is a mess, and I can’t bend over.  I can get the kids to help a bit after school, but they have tons of homework, and music lessons tonight.  I haven’t been forced to sit still for so long since I was confined to bed for the end of my first pregnancy, and I like it even less now.  At least then there was a positive outcome to staying in bed.  I can get up and walk around.  I can sit for a while if I get up and change positions before the pain kicks in.  I can’t lean forward even a tiny bit without something to hold onto.  I got a recommendation for an orthopedist from a fellow Weight Watchers member, but I have a week to wait for that appointment – this has gone way beyond chiropractic.  Thank goodness for Cymbalta, though – I’m not feeling sad and self-pitying as much as pissed off that I’m stuck like this – before, I’d be much more mopey.  I don’t know, though, that pissy is better than mopey for the people who are stuck hanging around with me. . .

Mark Foley

Mark Foley

Yet another case of “Do as I say, not as I do.” What’s got me peeved most at this point, though, is the Republicans and their media calling him gay. There’s nothing wrong or scandalous about gay. Foley is, repeat after me, a PEDOPHILE. If he were gay, he’d be interested in relations with similarly aged members of the same gender. He’s been going after boys. It’s not the same thing, and it >is< scandalous. It’s like calling someone who likes to suck on toes a “leg man”. (Not that sucking on consenting toes is particularly scandalous, but you get my drift.) If your average run-of-the-mill pedophile was told by a judge, “Hey, just watch yourself” and then allowed to carry on his life without any consequence, there would be protests and outrage, yet this is exactly what Hastert and who knows how many other GOP representatives did. For close to a year. So they wouldn’t lose a seat to Democrats. These same people who impeached a president because of a stained blue dress have shown how easily they change their moral stance when it’s convenient for them. Again. And again and again.