"i felt a warm, warm breeze that melted metal and steel. . ."

Hey, hey my lovelies!

It’s been a real shitty week and a half or so for me so let’s get that boring bit out of the way so I can post some pics and probably talk a little Bowie. . .

The swelling in my feet, while I thought I had it under control was not under control.  Went to my doctor and basically got chewed out and told I’d let the problem go on for too long and my feet could possibly stay that ginormous forever!  Wwwwhhhaaaa!!!  My pulse was way up, which in my defense I hadn’t had any pain meds for 3 days. . .you try walking from the parking lot to your doctors office crooked and dragging your leg behind you and see if your pulse rate isn’t up!  And then be blames it on coffee and fatness.  Whatevs.  Then he told me I need to just quit my job and apply for disability because basically the damage has been done.  Talk about feeling super awful and depressed when I left there.  Had to stay home from work for 2 days, cried a little, ate some not Weight Watcher friendly Chinese food and slept.

I did have fun getting out of the house on Saturday and going to my friend’s son’s birthday party and getting to chat with my buddies.  Friends are awesome!

Managed to make it to work and am going to finish out the rest of the week and then take a little medical leave.  Get the tests done my douchy doctor ordered and possibly look into maybe filing for partial disability.  I really don’t wanna. 

Now happy things.  Tiffers came back home for a visit and we went craft shopping.

And she brought me gifts!

How awesome are they?!  I LOVE records, I use them to decorate with. . .

*continues 3 days later*

Hello again!

I am so scatter brained as of late.  Lots of things on my mind.  Weight Watchers, my back, my pain meds (as in when I didn’t have ‘em for like 3 days, that was fun), my job, money, ribbon, expanding the Bugglette’s, how I really, really wanna sleep in my bed. . .I even let Bug go to school looking like a cotton ball for a week (I didn’t flat iron her hair).  

How about something less complicated.  Bug’s insane love for the cheesetastic 80’s Bowie song Time Will Crawl.  This is the point in Bowie’s career where he really sold out to all the 80’sness.  I’m talking fluffy mullet, he looks like Daryl Hall from Hall and Oats, and one of the worst 80’s outfits ever.  And the outfits the other people are wearing and the dancing?!  Oh the crazy dancing!  They dance beat up Bowie!

She’s blaring it at like 6:30 AM every weekday.  Every time I hear that electronic sound I cringe.  And she’s always like, “I love his hair!  And his pajama pants are so cute!”  And don’t forget to check out the 2:20 mark.  It’s unforgettable. . .

Done now. . .  :)

PS  This blog brought to you by David Bowie’s Time Will Crawl.

PSS  Check out these lyrics!

I've never sailed on a sea

I would not challenge a giant

I could not take on the church

Time will crawl

Till the 21st century lose

I know a government man

He was as blind as the moon

He saw the sun in the night

He took a top-gun pilot and he

He made him fly thru a hole

Till he grew real old

And he never came down

He just flew till he burst

Time will crawl

Till our mouths

run dry

Time will crawl

Till our feet

grow small

Time will crawl

Till our tails

fall off

Time will crawl

till the 21st century lose

I saw a black black stream

Full of white eyed fish

And a drowning man

With no eyes at all

I felt a warm warm breeze

That melted metal and steel

I got a bad migraine

That lasted three long years

And the pills that I took

Made my fingers disappear

Time will crawl, time will crawl

Time will crawl

Till the 21st century lose

You were a talented child

You came to live in our town

We never bothered to scream

When your mask came off

We only smelt the gas

As we lay down to sleep

Time will crawl

and our heads bowed down

Time will crawl

and our eyes fall out

Time will crawl

and the streets run red

Time will crawl

till the 21st century lose

Time will crawl

and our mouths run dry

Time will crawl

and our feet grow small

Time will crawl

and our tails fall off

Time will crawl

till the 21st century lose

Time will crawl

and our heads bowed down

Time will crawl

and our eyes fall out

Time will crawl

and the streets run red

Time will crawl

till the 21st century lose

For the crazy child

We'll give every life

For the crackpot notion