This story begs further research… why was a lemur taking yoga? How did he catch herpes? But my algorithms are crazy enough, there’s no way I’m adding lemur herpes to the lineup.
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Have you heard about this ridiculousness?
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I’m speechless.
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Splinters.
Yikes!
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Hey, if it means bypassing those long TSA lines? I’m all for it.
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I’ve never been to California, no less the La Brea Tar Pits… but if it’s burping up 2 million year old toads? Will one of my west coast friends please go and take some pictures.
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This makes me very glad I’m too old and decrepit to attend concerts.
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What the utter ****?
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What on earth is wrong with people? And don’t blame Covid. I’m not buying that as a valid reason.
Though honestly, if I could jump hurdles? I wouldn’t be in this predicament in the first place.
After waiting since February… yes, it took me 6 months to get an appointment… I finally saw the orthopedic surgeon. This is the man, the doctor every single person I spoke to and every local online forum recommended. They say good things come to those who wait and Lord knows I’ve been waiting … so let’s get this party started.
He was very nice, professional and personable. Tufts medical school with a few fellowships and I think I’m in good hands.
The examination was pretty quick as his PA had already assessed me in a previous appointment, so we discussed partial knee replacement. He said he doesn’t do many of them as most of his patients are older and need total. I had to laugh when he kept saying I was young and in good shape. Nothing like being surrounded by geriatric patients to make 62 look young, but I’ll take it.
I had to sign my life away requesting the surgery. Acknowledging all the horrible things that could go wrong and giving him permission to do a total knee replacement if he gets in there and finds more damage. He assured me that wasn’t that the case but they have to cover their six.
We agreed I’d like to move forward as soon as possible and he said he hoped for September, but the scheduler would be in touch.
When I got home his exam notes were already logged into the patient portal.
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I have no idea what all that means, only that it crunches when I move and hurts like hell.
My fingers are crossed for surgery sooner than later but the way things have been moving like molasses so far? I have my doubts.
I have naturally curly hair. It’s mostly a blessing and Lord knows I saved a lot of money on perms in the big hair era of the 80’s.
(Truth be told I still have big hair… I just don’t use as much Aqua Net these days.)
When I go out I tend to blow dry and straighten it for a more manageable look but if I’m staying home? I just air dry and let it curl. In the winter, no problem. But with summer comes humidity and frizz, so I’m always looking for products to combat the kink.
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Social media was raving about this one and while I usually don’t pay attention to that nonsense, I figured why not.
Result of using just a tiny dollop?
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Defined curls.
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But still somewhat frizzy at the ends. And the general feel of the product? Horrible. My hair felt heavy and sticky all day and I swear the only thing I could think about was washing it right back out.
Hard pass.
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Back to my daily, light weight foam.
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Defined curls.
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More volume and no weighed down tacky residue.
To be honest I don’t think a product exists that can tame frizz on curly hair.
I like a good kosher dill with my sandwich now and then but I don’t actively search for the them on the internet… so why does my FB algorithm kick into high pickle gear every now and then?
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I’m passing on the pickle minions.
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And flights are for beer! Or occasionally, margaritas.
No pickles required.
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Pickle slush?
Hard pass, no matter how cute the glass.
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I will not.
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Yay for me, I guess.
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You know the seafood is fresh when…
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Cow patty bingo without a cow? Where’s the fun in that…
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A few weeks ago our lawn was a lush green…
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And a veritable wildlife bonanza showed up for a nosh.
We have a little brick landing at the bottom of our back deck steps. My husband built it years ago without laying gravel so it heaves and shifts and separates and allows grass and weeds to fill in the cracks. This year I think portulaca has taken hold so I’m letting it grow in case it blooms.
But I digress…
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This landing had become one of our woodchuck babies preferred spots.
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The spot where he stands watch.
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Over what, I have no idea.
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But he takes his sentinel position very seriously.
Let me preface this post by saying I’ve always had good teeth.
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I’ve never had a cavity, a filling, a chip, a crack, or an abscess. My teeth aren’t loose or sensitive to cold. I’ve never had a root canal or bridge work and I still have all my wisdom teeth. So when my orthopedist PA said I needed dental clearance before they could do knee replacement surgery? I thought sure… no problem.
Never having issues, I admit it’s been a while since I’ve seen my dentist. Long enough for him to retire and close his practice apparently. But no worries … since I just needed a quick letter of good health I booked a free first appointment with the chain I would otherwise avoid, Aspen Dental.
I figured a quick in and out.
But I was wrong.
They took 18 X-rays, and found no abnormalities. Matter of fact they kept commenting to each other- she has all her teeth! (Kudos to my ancient and decrepit body for providing them with that surprise.)
After the X-rays they poked and prodded and tried to wiggle but found nothing wrong. Thinking I was about to walk out the door with my clearance letter, I was more than a little surprised when they told me they couldn’t sign off.
Couldn’t sign off until they scheduled me for a deep root cleaning and scaling saying I had some tartar buildup on my back teeth. Big deal, doesn’t everyone? I began to protest which is when they launched into this long winded speech about possible infection under the gum line that can lead to periodontal disease.
I wanted to argue but really couldn’t as they held the power of the pen and I needed the clearance to get my knee replacement surgery date… which they damn well knew.
A week later, scraped, cleaned and found to have no infection… (who knew? I did. 😡)… I had my letter.
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And a very expensive letter it was.
Are you sitting down?
Because I walked out of there $3,500 poorer.
Threethousand five hundred dollars. For a glorified tooth brushing that took all of a half hour.
Holy crap on a cracker!
I felt ripped off, and upset for people who can’t afford such nonsense.
And my teeth?
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They don’t look one bit brighter.
Boo to that.
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