To tell, or not to tell...

I'm not quite sure how I ended up with doctor's visits two weeks in a row, but I did. For those of you who missed last week's medical misadventure - and its corresponding wardrobe malfunction - you'll find it here. This week's visit was to the Neurologist for my annual nerve conduction study and muscle test (and yippee, right? ;o) Color me picky, but I think I'd much rather go for the yearly trip to the beach or something that didn't involve sudden shocks and sharp needles (wouldn't you?) Unlike last week's doc, who said it wasn't "his area", my neuro was a bit concerned about the "soft spots" that have appeared on my skull. He is sending me to have my head examined- ha, ha - via CT scan and bone window next week. Oh goody, a hospital test. Meh. Of course those of you who have been here for awhile are probably considering this particular test long overdue (and are already well aware that I am "soft in the head". *laugh*
I found this video clip quite by accident last week, and have watched it umpteen times between fits of hysterical laughter. Initially I thought "Denver" was blind because his eyes stayed closed for so long, but he isn't. What he is, is totally guilty. I found the clip on this lens on Squidoo.

For my email friends (you just gotta go watch ;o) click here to see it. This poor guy has definitely taken a guilty conscience to the next level. Oh my!

Still plugging away at the feed room, which is progressing ever so slowly (good thing I'm such a patient soul, and all - HAH!).

DH still has to put the ceiling in - which will probably be in about 50 years - so I figure I have plenty of time to get my stuff done in the meantime. I wish everything didn't have to take so doggone long; it seems by the time I get everything together to work on it I end up with about 30 minutes left in my time slot to do any actual work. Most annoying. I went to a church meeting Saturday afternoon still wearing my "stupid Saturday hair" because I decided to work an extra 5 minutes (which turned into 35) so I didn't have time to do much beyond a basic wardrobe change. Yeesh. The photos are rather dark and have a yellowish cast to them. Reason being; the light bulbs are "bug lights", which are yellow but do not attract insects. I don't know about your area, but when I go outside after the end of daylight savings time hitting the light switch usually results in a mass moth-ing (pass).

I ran out of cove molding for the Moo Crew's door, so I switched to tucking shelves in between the wall studs using leftover brackets and wood scraps from past projects (excuse me for swearing). I put the deeper shelves and the grooming totes on the back wall, where I would (hopefully) not bang into them on a regular basis. The drawers that came with Sarabear's SmartPak medicine fit perfectly over the feed dolly.

  It's really surprising how many of the product bottles and little tubs will fit into these skinny spaces (and color me grateful that they do!)

 I paid $5 for the big wire basket at a local dollar store which went out of business. I planned to go back to buy more of these handy fixtures, but by the time I scrounged up a few more dollars my next payday they had already closed their doors. Rats. Oh well, at least we have one nifty place to stash horse toys, right?

I've LOTS left to do - but as you can see I am getting there (even if it is at the speed of turtle ;o) Have a blessed week everyone, and thanks so much for reading this far!

THAT is the question. You know, I don't know why this stuff always seems to happen to me, but it does. *heavy sigh* I lost one of my main doctors (a specialist) who retired unexpectedly - and those of us who are medical disaster areas need to keep them handy - so I went to see a new one for the first time Wednesday. Having never met the man before, do you think the first thing I wanted to notice when he walked in the room was that his fly was gaped wide open? (and before you think my eyeballs were out of line, you should know that I was sitting in a regular chair in the opposite corner which put me at eye level when the door opened and... ACK!!! ). Mortified, I struggled to maintain focus elsewhere, somewhere. Anywhere but THERE. 

He probably thought I had defective social skills or maybe a optical issue, since my eyeballs were skipping all around the room at regular intervals as I hoped - rather frantically - that he would suddenly become cognizant of a major updraft in his undershorts or at least LOOK DOWN MAN. I attempted some mental telepathy: XYZ-XYZ-XYZ Please?? (while subconsciously singing: ZIP-itty Do-Da Zippitty-A, My-oh-my it's an embarrassing day....) About halfway through the appointment, I leaned forward to put my shoe back on (they check your feet) and heard a soft "zzzzzzzzt". Finally! Thank you. How about it? Could you have said something to a stranger? My mother, by the way, found it hysterically funny when I related it to her afterward. Thanks Ma - always happy to entertain ;o)

DH and I have a long-standing battle over his boy toys and MY tools; the man has no respect for things labeled "Mom's - U No Touchee". I have taken to squirreling away drill bits, screw drivers and other such things in self defense; as DH repeatedly misplaces his and commandeers mine (and then he'll either lose it or break it). But my hand-dandy drill that was totally hands off? Oh no you didn't. *snarl* A few years ago, the man not only took my drill, he broke one of the three little metal thingies (sorry, but no parts terminology beyond keyless chuck here) that holds the bit securely and then gave it back. Excuse me? I just don't think so buster. Although he mumbled an apology and promised to buy me another, he never did do it (and I forgot all about it - until I started working on the feed room, that is).

Do you know how hard it is to drive a screw with a bit that makes a small, wonky circular motion? The screws and I were both getting dizzy. I got very little done last weekend, as what I did had to be done the old fashioned way: by swearing at a screwdriver. So NOT happening - lotta sweat for little progress - and I wound up quitting in disgust :oP Well. Hades hath no fury like a woman with a busted power tool, so I waged a campaign to harass, harangue and generally have at DH until the man opted to keep his word (just to get some peace, if nothing else). Ha. Took a solid week - the man is rock stubborn - but on Friday I came home to find a spiffy new drill on my seat. Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha (and chalk one up for DIY Moms everywhere! ;o) Hopefully, by next week's post I'll have gotten a lot more work done and have some more pictures for you...that's the plan, anyway.
Speaking of work, I'd best get to it hadn't I? Have a blessed week everyone, and I'll leave you with a short slideshow of some "flutterby" photos I took yesterday afternoon in my front flowerbed. This is a Spicebush Swallowtail Butterfly - I love that his blue is the same vivid shade of periwinkle as my Plumbago. His wings never stopped moving, so the photos are not quite as crisp as I would like but he's still gorgeous!

 

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