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September 23

I know I'm tired when I try to exit the Metro Station's turnstile by using my car's FOB.

I swam 1/2 mile (OK, doesn't sound like a lot, but for me, it IS) and that made me feel better about my half class of rowing last week. Don't feel like getting into it, but let's just say pretty soon I'm going to need a discussion with the rowing people about overbooking and fair use. We only rowed on Sunday because I went to my first Regatta on Saturday. Maybe by this time next year, I'll actually be racing in it!

Anyway, today's my mom's birthday... and I admit I was really disappointed that she had to spend her birthday in chemo. But, she did get a present after all. She is in remission! She still has to finish the last 3 chemo treatments, but early remission is a very good sign for future health. And she is now cancer-free!

And today I brought Ernie a gift too. 2 new snails for his tank. Slick and Sunny took over the tank very quickly and are very active for snails. Ernie seemed to be quite scared at first, but I think everyone will be happy to have some company.
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I am Jinxed

After yesterday's post, a quick equivalent of a pat on the head (i.e. a rub of the glass), and a "You look so much better, buddy. Good boy!," I went to lunch and returned to find that Bert had actually passed this time. My boss took care of the dirty work, said a few non-denominational words, and Bert left the building.
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It's a Miracle

I can't believe it's over a week later, and little Bert is hanging in there. He actually has seemed over the past few days to the point where I think maybe he just had a little cold. Poor little guy. Anyway, he still looks like he could use a bit more strength, but he no longer is stuck floating rear up, and he actually swims around every once in a while. Guess it's a good thing I didn't flush him.
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I am SO screwed up

I rarely remember my dreams, but last night, I remembered this one. I was watching my pet komodo dragon in it's glass aquarium. He looked like a little T-rex, but kind of cute. Then I noticed my cat was in there with the komodo, and she was trying to sleep all cuddled in a ball next to the dragon. I think my dad asked why she'd cuddle with the dragon, it wasn't very soft and cuddly and I remember thinking it's all she has, she'll take what she can get. My dad was watching me play with them, and then I remember thinking that even though the dragon was kind of cute, it was still very dangerous and my dad should be careful, and so should the cat. Just then, the dragon and the cat mysteriously escaped the glass aquarium and the komodo ran off somewhere, and I started chasing after the cat. As I ran after her, I noticed the cutest baby lamb off the side, just sitting there, as if smiling. My cat ran to the edge of the property and dove into a swamp. I dove in after her and got there just in time to see her sink in, but the water was too murky to see anything and I couldn't duck my head under because I wear contacts and if I opened my eyes I would lose them. I called my dad over and he jumped in to help. I don't know if we were successful. I woke up.

As random as all of this might seem, it makes SO much sense. I'm working on a show about T-Rex dinosaurs, and they are working on a model of a baby T-rex. Though I haven't seen it, this project has been a pain, so it's probably in my subconscious somewhere. Join that with the fact that I've been in a cuddly mood but there's nothing available in that regard and maybe I should take what I can get, but that could be dangerous in some ways in the long run. And I'm trapped in this job and just want to escape. Not to mention the worry over my frogs in their glass aquarium and how they're doing.  And then, yesterday, on my drive home, I passed the cutest little deer who just seemed to be staring at me, smiling. And yes, I feel like I'm drowning at my job and could use some help... and don't know how any of it will turn out.
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Plagiarized, but...

Most of you will probably get this in the usual email chains if you haven't already, but to me, this one is so worth posting. I don't know the author, but this is great:

"Let me see if I have this straight...

*If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents, you're "exotic, different."
*If you grow up in Alaska eating mooseburgers, you're a quintessential American story.

*If your name is Barack, you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim.
*If you name your kids Willow, Trig, Bristol, and Track, you're a Maverick.

*If you graduate from Harvard Law School, you are unstable.
*If you attennd 5 different small colleges before graduating, you're well-rounded.

*If you spend 3 years as a brilliant community organizer, become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter registration drive that registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a Constitutional Law professor, spend 8 years as a State Senator representing a district with over 750,000 people, become chairman of the state Senate's Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate representing a state of 13 million people while sponsoring 131 bills and serving on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works and Veteran's Affairs committees, you don't have any real leadership experience.
*If your total resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city council and 6 years as the mayor of a town with less than 7,000 people, and 20 months as the governor of a state with only 650,000 people, then you're qualified to become the country's second highest ranking executive.

*If you have been married to the same woman for 19 years while raising 2 beautiful daughters, all within Protestant churches, you're not a real Christian.
*If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, left your disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month, you're a Christian.

*If you teach responsible, age appropriate sex education, including the proper use of birth control, you are eroding the fiber of society.
*If, while governor, you staunchly advocate abstinence only, with no other option in sex education in your state's school system while your unwed teen daughter ends up pregnant, you're very responsible.

*If your wife is a Harvard graduate lawyer who gave up a position in a prestigious law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city community, then gave that up to raise a family, your family's values don't represent America's.
*If your husband is nicknamed "First Dude", with at least one DWI conviction and no college education, who didn't register to vote until age 25 and once was a member of a group that advocated the secession of Alaska from the USA, your family is extremely admirable.

OK, much clearer now."
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Bert is Dying

Bert is dying.  In fact, by the time I see him again, he might very well be dead.  For those of you who don't remember, Bert is the skinnier, paler of my 2 office pets, and he was NOT doing well last week.  I contacted the company who was sure my description of his behavior was normal.  After having the frogs since April, I assured them it is not.  He is floating, which they DO in fact do a lot.  But he physically couldn't sink.  He was stuck at the top, every time trying to go down, his rear section lifting him in the air, as if he were wearing a flotation device down there.

Poor guy, I was sure he would be dead by the time I got to work on Thursday, but Thursday morning I discovered that only Siskel and Ebert were dead (the snails).  I was worried about the balance in the tank, but the company said the snails just help clean up stuff, but they are not essential for the frogs' lives.  Weird, though, since they seemed fine the previous week as well.  But Thursday, poor Bert was floating, looking almost dead, and I debated putting him out of his misery but just couldn't bring myself to take his life.  Surely by Friday nature would have taken care of it.  But no.. he hung in there on Friday and, though he still hadn't eaten anything, he had swam down to the bottom and was holding himself down by latching one of his webbed feet into the rocks at the bottom.  He lost his grip once and floated back up, but immediately tried to swim down and grab it again.  I know he's not long for this world, but Ernie just sits, eats all the food and is absolutely no help.  That could explain why Ernie is now almost 3 times the size of Bert and looks quite buff and healthy.

Anyway, I'm not looking forward to checking in tomorrow.  Plus, I don't really have the time to deal with this at work.  At least not right now.  And what do I do with Ernie alone in the tank once this happens?  Do I get him new snails and change his water, or do I think I just let him ride it out and consider this aquarium experience near an end?  I mean, I'll change the water, but I can't while Bert's still there, and do I really want to start from scratch with new snails?  It was fun while it lasted... but not quite sure.  Funny, though, I'm not at all attached like I would be to a pet in my home like my beloved cat, but I did get used to checking in on my office buddies, and I do admit, it's hard to watch poor Bert suffer.

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Row, Row, Row Your Boat

It was a HOT weekend, and I'm not complaining one bit.  After a very fall-like August, I am thrilled to realize that this year did not pass without any summer-like weather.  Meanwhile, leaves are piling up in the yard, so I'm trying to enjoy it as much as possible. 

Yesterday I began my rowing class.  Not exactly what I was waiting to hear, the instructors informed us that "many people believe rowing is an arm sport, but it's really more of a leg sport."  Uh oh.  But so far, so good with the knee and we'll see how it goes.  Meanwhile, all the people going in and out of the rowhouse had the hottest legs, abs and shoulders I've seen in quite a long time, so no complaints here! 

Yesterday we got the introduction, safety video, a glossary of terms, learned how to lift the shell, worked on the ergs (indoor rowing machines) for quite a while, and got a short little introduction on barges.  So far, so good.  Today, we did about an hour and a half on the ergs, and an hour or so on the river in the barges.  I think we get into the real shells next week.  In 95 degree weather with high humidity, it was quite hot but I really enjoyed it, and the people so far are extremely nice.  I admit it's a pricey sport and I'm a little worried I'm making friends and learning a sport right before it shuts down for the winter, but I hope to make some friends that might tell me what they do in the winter.  I'm feeling quite bad about my social life lately and really need have some energy imported into that area.  I have an unreciprocated crush on the roomie moving in in November, and so I really need to find a distraction before then so I can enjoy the company without feeling TOO bad about the rest.  Rowing isn't soccer, but I'm enjoying it so far, it's a distraction from work, good exercise, and yet again the opportunity to learn something new, which I always enjoy!  :)
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Taking a Break...

from watching the mind-numbing RNC to ponder the fact that swimming is hard.  Yes, it's hard.  Why?  Because when you're out of shape, sometimes you can push through the huffing and puffing on the soccer field or even on the elliptical, but when you huff and puff in the water, or at least when I do, I nearly drown.  Which means, so far, I can't push as hard.  Which doesn't mean I don't burn calories.  But I probably means I don't burn enough to justify my new appetite and consequential new "diet." 
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No, no, NOOOOOO!!!!!!

As I sat outside enjoying a book, some heat (finally), and the gnawing of mosquitoes on my legs, I saw a leaf fall from the sky.  Then another, then another.  They were brown and when I looked around the yard, they were accumulating.  Not fair.
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No Longer Forever Young

After 3 orthopedists, 2 radiologists, and a physical therapist (or two), it appears I'm just old and my knees will keep getting worse.  I swear, all the extra visits were out of optimism.  I wasn't going to let anyone tell me what I couldn't do.  I'm tough, I like to play hard, I want to stay active, I didn't want to take no for an answer.

But alas, when combining all of the feedback, here is the consensus:

The tear is quite significant.  Arthroscopy can be tried, but once they get in, it's quite possible a large portion of the meniscus would have to be removed, which will not repair itself.  It would not mean I would be without pain, and would likely cause early arthritis.  Most have suggested I just deal with it until the pain is not liveable, THEN get surgery.  It's not like if I were 15, where they'd recommend I get it right away so I can heal quickly and get right out there again.  At my age, even though I'm not "old", I'm old enough that this isn't good. It's not that I'm older than a lot of others who I know have had this surgery, it's just that there is a potential to make things worse, so the consensus is to let it go as long as possible at this level before opening it up to potentially worse.  Then, once this is worse, have surgery and hopefully make it better.

And more of a bummer.... rowing is probably out too.  I was thinking of beginning rowing next month.  Found a class, tried it out, it's really neat.  But now I need a new activity.  This sucks.  I hate being confined.  And yeah, I've been swimming, but breaststroke is out too. 

However, if I do want to try surgery eventually, I think I've narrowed down the best of the bunch re: knees and arthroscopy.  Anyway,
I should be grateful I can do anything, but I'm still really bummed out.  This sucks.  I thought mind over matter might win out, but it looks like not this time.
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