Hey, I’ve been totally blog-slacking. Also, I just made up that word.

Glee: Love.

I would like to remind the local drivers that one does not get to the top of an exit ramp and then stop. Much easier to merge at speed.

I’ve been taking spinning classes. They have been winning.

It is not possible to convey to you how much I wish I had not joined the Jaycee board. I will not be free until January 5th. You are all invited to the party on the 6th. Bring wine.

Actually, perhaps you should bring the wine now.

I changed the boys litter last night, back to the old litter. Jasper used it and then came downstairs purring and rubbed all over my legs. It seems he didn’t like the new litter.

I don’t care about the David Letterman scandal or whatever, and I am so sick of all things Goesslin. Please go away now.

Tomorrow I am getting a watermelon and mint from a co-worker’s garden. Then I shall make watermelon salad. I love watermelon salad.

A boy!

Don't know if I've mentioned it, but TRgirl is pregnant again. Due in February. Yesterday I got the following text from Randy:

"The (last name)'s will be having another boy!"

This was much better than the last text I got from Randy:

"Ignore last phone call. Pocket dialing."

Although, on second thought, that was amusing.

Every day my boss brings in edamame. Every day he says, “Don’t steal my edamame!” Fact: I have never stolen his edamame. I have never stolen anyone’s edamame. Also, I don’t eat food that is not mine.

All of the down in my comforter has migrated to one side. No, it’s not moved from the top to the bottom. It’s moved from the left to the right. I don’t know either.

Heat pumps are the worst invention ever. In fact, they should be called tepid air pumps. There is no heat. My house is never warm. I mean, sure, the thermostat says 65, but it is not warm.

I’ll bet I can return the fan to storage now.

I’m pretty sure that I just agreed to go apple picking to celebrate a friend’s birthday. Apple picking? I don’t even like apples all that much.

Well, except with cheese. Mmm. Cheese.

Funniest IM line of the week: “brb I have to yell at someone”

Yesterday I was on the phone with a colleague from another offices; she needed me to do some spreadsheet analysis for her. I heard her say, "I've sorted the data by monotreme**." My first thought? "That's not a good system. There are only, what, two monotremes***?"

Actual first though should probably been more along the lines of, "What do monotremes have to do with sewers?"

*Probably you did not
**She was saying "Monitoring ID."
***Well, it turns out there are two families of monotremes, and while there is only one species of platypus, there are several species of echidnas.

Keely on H1N1.

(Not that I think the media would ever overhype anything.)

Volleyball, about 2120 Thursday night. Our setter sent me a bad set. It was unbelievably bad.* To get it, I ended up swing with my left arm. This is not my hitting arm. I ended up hitting it at such an angle (and with force. Am crazy hitter.) that my arm popped out of socket. I knew immediately what had happened because I had surgery 15 years ago to repair this shoulder, because I’d gotten to the point where I was dislocating it several times a week. (Note: I was told after the surgery that it was highly unlikely I’d be able to dislocate it again. Way to go me!)

Although I’d used to be able to pop it back in easily, I couldn’t manage it last night. Luckily, one of my teammate’s boyfriend was there and agreed to take me to the hospital. (Note: He is also a friend of mine. And my mechanic.) We headed over but got lost, so I called Randy, since he drives an ambulance. (I’d already called them to tell them what had happened.) Finally made it; the ED was filled with sick children, one of whom gave me very sympathetic looks.

After an exceptionally long check-in process (Thanks for confirming my SSN with me, typing it in wrong, and then making me stand there while you tried to fix it, check-in lady!) they brought me back to a room rather quickly. Where we waited. For my 12-year-old nurse. And the doctor, who checked my shoulder and told me he didn’t think it was dislocated. He did promise to get me a Percocet.

Oh, was I in pain? Yes. Great pain. I said it was an 8, but that was when I moved or during a muscles spasm. Otherwise probably a 6. Of course, it was bad enough that I got sick. I may be underestimating.

They came to get me for my X-ray just before 2300. At that point Randy had shown up, so the Mechanic went to get my car and park it at his house. When I got back from X-Ray, finally a Percocet. My 12-year-old nurse decided she would take my T-shirt off and put me in the hospital gown right then. I shot her a look and she decided to give the Percocet 20 minutes to work.

She came back, cut my T-shirt off and helped me put the gown on. After she left, the Dr. came in and asked if I’d gotten my IV yet. I looked down at the back of my hand, then the crook of my elbow. “No.”

The nurse finally came to put the IV in. But, she didn’t bring the sedative and muscle relaxant with her. Because why do that? (Also, I should have let Randy do the stick, based upon the bruise I’ve got on my arm.)

I do believe that the doctor was getting annoyed with her.

Anyway, they knocked me out. Apparently they had some trouble getting the shoulder back in place, but that meant that Randy got to help. He was pleased.

When I woke up, I looked down, and still seeing the sheet that they had planned on using for the reduction under my arm, I looked over at Randy and said, “They didn’t do it yet?”

His answer? “Yes, about an hour ago.” I then moved my arm and was all, “Oh, yea, look at that.”

We finally made it home around 2:30 AM Friday. I did not work that day. Randy had to. At a different ED.

*I can’t set at all.