So anyway…

I’m here all alone today. At first I enjoyed the silence, and then I decided to put on some music.
It’s The Monkees.

Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees… people say we monkey around…

A bit before my time, as far as the “heart throb” thing, but I grew up watching them in syndication, and, you know, as musicians, they’re honestly not that bad (and they did play their own instruments). Peter Thorkelson (aka Peter Tork) is still a musician, actually. So they were the Prefab Four, so what?
Anyway, regardless of where they are now or what they’re doing, I like The Monkees stuff from the sixties, and that, by golly, is what I’m listening to.

And then I saw her face… now I’m a believer… not a trace of doubt in my mind… I’m in love… I’m a believer, I couldn’t leave her if I tried…

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Well, the nasal irrigation is still weird, but I switched from the medically prepared wash I was using because the taste of the preservatives was so awful it was making me gag.
Instead, I found a recipe for basic nasal wash using sea salt (because it doesn’t have any additives) and baking soda. It’s just basically water with salt and baking soda diluted in it, and it tastes much better than the other stuff (not that it tastes GOOD or anything, but it doesn’t make me gag, anyway). You basically just squirt the stuff up your nose and then tip your head to the side and then the other side and then back and then forward. I know the trick of closing off the nasal passages in the throat (many years of swimming!) so it doesn’t run down my throat before I’m ready, and I have to pinch off my nostrils (I use a tissue to do that), and then I have to blow my nose (yuck, salt water dripping from one’s nose is a weird sensation). It stings a bit, but I’m told that you get used to it.
It does seem to be helping, anyway. Between this and the antibiotics my sinusitis seems to be clearing up, and I definitely seem to be sleeping much better!

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Well, this was a new experience. Today I got breath tested for sobriety. It ws a random thing, I just happened to be where they were doing the testing (I wonder how many drunks they catch at 1:15 in the afternoon, but it might really surprise me).
It took several tries to get the thing right and to figure out how to blow properly. Apparenlty I was putting my tongue and lips on the pipe a bit too much.
I think I’ll leave it at that. *ahem*
Oh, but the good news is… I was sober! (That is just a joke, of course. I haven’t had a drink of anything alcoholic in months and I certainly am not in the habit of drinking in the middle of the day, and even if I were, I would never drink when I was going to drive.)

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Before cops threw the book at him, Jakub Fik threw something unusual at them — his penis.
 
Fik, 33, cut off his own penis during a Northwest Side rampage Wednesday morning. When confronted by police, Fik hurled several knives and his severed organ at the officers, police said.

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Spam king and online drugstore operator Christopher William Smith, aka Rizler, 26, who is awaiting trial at the Sherburne County Jail, Elk River, Minn., used his phone privileges to arrange a hit on a witness and the witness’s family.

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While chocoholics love to indulge in a block or three every now and then, few would ever say it was doing them any good. But now a group of Adelaide researchers is looking into a theory that cocoa and cocoa rich chocolate could actually help people lose weight and they hope that one day that what is now a guilty pleasure could become a healthy pleasure.
(Thanks to me mate Murray for the link!)

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Well, I’ve done something very unusual (for me). I’ve bought skirts. PLURAL. After years of never wearing a skirt, I’ve bought TWO of them.
I used to wear skirts back when I was younger. But then miniskirts came into fashion, and even when I had the legs to wear them, I wouldn’t have (I just don’t like them, simple as that). And then skirts got a little longer, but they were narrow and not very pretty, so I didn’t wear them then, either.
But now, lovely full gypsy skirts are back in fashion, and by golly, I’ve got some. One’s black (because black is the new black as far as I’m concerned) and the other is a sort of paisley mixed print in shades of bittersweet and brown. Both are wrinkled, which is good because you don’t have to iron them, heh.
I also bought myself some new shirts because, well, I just needed a few. One of them is one of those new tshirt styles where there’s a gathered front and a very deep neckline, i.e., a cleavage shirt. It seems that cleavage is back in fashion, yay. I have very nice cleavage if I do say so myself, and I’ve never been averse to showing it. However, when it’s out of fashion, if you show too much cleavage you just look like a tart, so I was pretty reserved with that (I’m not terribly fashionable and I’m not at all trendy, but I don’t like looking like a tart).
So now I’ve got shoulder length, layered hair (very 70s), gypsy skirts, and cleavage-showing shirts, and since big silver hoop earrings are back in style, I’ve been wearing them, too, and I’ve got jeans with flare bottoms, as well.
Under no circumstances am I planning on wearing wedge or platform shoes, however. The 70s may be back in fashion, but I’ve got more sense now than I did then, and twisted ankles just aren’t that attractive on a woman my age…

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Andrew and I announced our engagement on April Fool’s Day (1998). The choice of the date was deliberate. We got married on April 4 the following year (it was Easter Sunday that year). We tend to celebrate our wedding anniversary any time around the first week of April, pretty much.
This year, we’re going to have a day out on April Fool’s Day (because it’s Saturday). We’re going to have a very Melbourne day. We’ll ride the train into the city and have lunch at Southgate (in the food court, and I’m going to have an A&W Root Beer – one of the few places in Melbourne I can find the stuff – and we’ll then get some “pick your own mix” Jelly Belly jellybeans from the lolly shop).
Then we’re going to the National Gallery of Victoria and see the Flower in Fashion and Textiles exhibit and probably some other stuff as it strikes our mood, and we’ll certainly stop into the Members Only Lounge (because we’re members, of course!) and get some coffee or tea or something (which is free in the lounge; membership has its privileges).
Then we’ll have a wander along South Bank for a while (dunno what we’ll do precisely, it’s sort of open at this point ) and then we’re having dinner at Bistro Vite, which will be a totally new and different place for us, and the food sounds fantastic.
After dinner, we’ll probably have a bit of a walk, possibly might get some sort of ice cream or gelati (depends how full we are after dinner!) and then we’ll take the train back home.
And we’re going to do all of this – wait for it – without the children! Woo hoo.
I’m surprisingly excited about the day. We rarely get to go to the gallery without the kids (and they’re a real pain to take there!), and it’s even rarer that we get to actually eat a nice meal in a restaurant without them, let alone do both on the same day…

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