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Woe is me. I'm thinking here that living well is not exactly the best revenge.
We took the grandchildren who can talk but not talk back to the movies a week ago. Now you probably gleaned from the Christmas issue (Christmas issue you say? Guess you'd best be steppin' back in my blog posting world to read that gem) I have girl children. Steve has a girl child. Every time a girl child had to go potty do you think it was the boy husband who took them? Uh. No. So imagine my absolute joy when little Jack, God love him, announced to the audience in the middle of "Tangled" that he had to go. I smiled sweetly and reminded Steve that he too is a boy and therefore he could take the little tyke to the toilet. Good things happen to those who wait. Small victories and all that.
Tomorrow I visit the acupuncturist. The acupuncturist at Kaiser no less. Well this should be pretty good. I have a pretty good story about Kaiser from when I shredded my ACL and surrounding bits last spring. I think my recollection of that beauty should be saved for an entire posting of its own. But this Kaiser acupuncture could be either really good or horribly bad. Let me get this part straight. I love acupuncture. I think it is weird, it does not hurt and it works. I actually had an old Chinese guy give me my first acupuncture treatments back in my other life. He had this little room set up in his house on the freeway and had the requisite incense and all the groovy Asian things going on. He also spoke absolutely no English except the part about Thirty-five dollar. He was amazing. I think. At any rate he enhanced the treatment by hooking his needles to something akin to a car battery and my limbs proceeded to jump madly about until he came back in and adjusted the current. I didn't think that was really so groovy. I also don't remember what I was treating but with the myriad of real and imagined ailments I have had it could have been just about anything. Or maybe one of those charges did some brain scrambling. What an excellent excuse. Tomorrow's visit is for chronic whiplash. If you ride you have chronic whiplash and a screwed up back. It just has to be that way. So if you read this blog again in the future, I will regale you with the adventures I had with Kaiser in 2010 and now my new adventure which begins tomorrow for 2011.