You’d think after another 2 or 3 weeks between posts I’d have something more to bitch about than tv stuff.

but you’d be wrong.

so to the health thing… i’m probably like 80%? I went back to the doctor, cuz I wasn’t getting better. worse actually. And he told me that I had one of those “four or five week things.” great diagnosis. He started to complain how he had it and yada yada yada. I guess bottom line is today is better than yesterday, which was better than last week, so I I’m on the mend.

My big assed monster tv went kaputsky a couple weeks back. The picture went all pixelly on me, which happened a couple years back.

With dreams of finally getting the even bigger version, I decided to give the store a call to see how much it would be to fix the current one. And unfortunately, I must’ve bought the world’s best service plan, cuz that bitch is still under warranty.

What they didn’t tell me when they came to fix it, is unlike last time, they weren’t going to do it on the spot. They took it apart, and then took the guts back to their shop for testing. Well duh of course it tested as being “defective” (their words, not mine), so they sent it back to Mitsubishi for repair.

This all started 8 days ago. I finally called yesterday, and the lady told me I was on her list to call that day (yeah, right). Turns out the new parts (which is basically a new tv) won’t be in for another 2 weeks.

Meanwhile, I have a dvr that’s recording God knows what, and is probably full. At least my 2nd dvr is keeping me up to speed, though I’m having to churn thru the crap i’m recording at a much faster pace.

Every show being in finale mode helps. Given the fact everything I watch gets cancelled (Heroes, Flash Forward… surprised Fringe got a renewal… which btw is the greatest scifi show everz), I’m not gonna having anything to tape next year anyways.

Lamz Showcase in 2 weeks. Not even close to ready for it….

so remember that lil’ ol’ cold I was complaining about?

well after things flared up again, and a week’s worth of hacking up lovely greenies, I was talking to a nurse at the studio last night and she pushed me to go see the doctor.

so i made an appointment at Nighttime RightTime (as it’s now called) this morning, the brand spankin’ new one at arundel mills.

turns out, i was just a wee bit sicker than I thought. After the doc listened to my wheezing, she immediately gave me steroids (not THOSE kind), then hooked me up to some breathing machine for 20 minutes so I could inhale all this stuff to get the swelling down in my lungs. freaky.

Final diagnosis? An Ear Infection, a Sinus Infection, and topped off by Bronchitis.

I’m now on two different antibiotics (at the same time, apparently that’s kosher), the ‘roids, and also an inhaler. It’s a freakin’ pharmacy at my house now.

She told me that the ‘roids are gonna make me grumpy. and to get bed rest. whatever that is. I guess I’ll only go down to working 60 hours next week. I was pretty whatever about the whole deal, and in good spirits. which she said she was surprised by given “how bad off I was.” ummm, ok. that’s not what u wanna hear from the doc.

so bring me chicken noodle soup if you’re reading this. or a cheeseburger. yeah, go with the latter.

Well guess who I didn’t think was getting a bandana today?

I got a call at 10am, assuming they’re saying to pick up Parm. BUt of course it was the groomer telling me how badly matted his hair is in the back, and that he was “biting, and just generally upset” when she tried to comb it out.

of course I felt like the parent with the smelly kid at school, and told her how sorry I was, and that I had tried and tried to bathe him and get the knots out, but to no avail.

I asked her what we could do about it, and her response was “well, how short can we take his hair?” aka …. a shaving. I gave the all clear.

I picked him up, and he’s now cream colored since his hair is like a 1/4 of an inch long. To my surprise, he still scored the bandana (they must’ve felt sorry for him).

He also scored a new collar, complete with bone charm, so he is now the fire (thanks Brandon).

anyways, he’s pissed, but here are his pics anyways:

Tomorrow is going to be one of the worst, and best, days of the year.

Good: Parm finally goes in for his springtime haircut! He should lose a good 3 lbs and look like a giratte (giraffe/rat hybrid).

Bad: I asked PetSmart for the “earliest time possible” so it wouldn’t interfere with work. I mean, it’s friggin’ PetSmart, they open at like 9am weekdays.

So the chick on the other end of the phone says “ok, see you at 7:30!” Oh Work Me. Apparently those bastards open the grooming department of the store super early.
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Believe it or not, we actually DO sometimes dodge bullets at Lamz.

With our showcase (recital) theme of “We Be Lamzin’” we scoured the internets for bob marley themed reggae stuff to be our logo. Brandifer found this badassed boombox thing, and I was all set to sign off and send it to the printers (we of course removed the text after snaking it), only there was one small problem… see if you can spot it:

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Yes, if you look close enough, those are marijuana leaves making up some of the white border.

oops.

guess the theme and slogan could’ve been “cuz I got high.” next year.

Some of us are reality tv junkies…. and then there are those that take the reality addiction to a whole ‘nother level.

another Mom email (my emphasis added)!

After eating supper, Isabel and I went out to check on our bird family (nest in the Topsy Turvy) and arrived just in time to watch them take their first flight and leave their nest. Mom & Dad bird were in the woods giving instructions. One landed in the back of Dad’s truck and couldn’t get out. It bumped its head a few times and another flew straight into the garage door. Two others had no problem. I’m not sure if I missed one or not as there were five eggs. We haven’t looked in the nest yet to see if there is a dead one in there. Dad had to catch the one from his truck and try to take it around to find the rest of the family. Two of them were climbing the cherry tree in the side flower bed and Mom was teaching them to look for food. Perfect timing on my part to go out there and look for them. Isabel was very interested. She made a goofy sound when the one took off. She probably thought “there goes dinner”. We don’t know for sure what kind of bird it was. Dad thought it was a nuthatcher but after watching the mother bird fly in and out, it didn’t quite look like one. It could have been some kind of wren. My babies are now gone, have to find something else to watch.

Mom