Where I Be – not White Improper Brother, although it could be both as I don’t mind Rev. Wright’s comments… Usually the things that offend the most are because they cut through the layers and layers of BS society has wrapped us all in and remind us that deep down – this country is really really fraked up. And it’s our fault (*bing* – election days).
Regardless, it’s been eventFUL in the Stringer household of late.
First, I found out the “gimmick” for those Teeter Inversion Tables: the shipping if you return it. I tried one and found my problem isn’t my low back these days – it’s my neck (all those years in front of the computer). So, I didn’t have any problem returning it (used a whole roll of packing tape and the rep was very courteous), but when I got a quote for shipping a 36x20x6, 70lb box, UPS wanted $69 to return it to Washington. Ugh!! They did say that if shipping was over $50, they would bill me the $50 and send a prepaid label with the UPS driver, which I did. So, the $14.95 trial was really $64.95 – but all said and done, if you have low back issues, this table would help immensely.
Second, I found out exactly how out of shape I am. Our school district sponsored a “Get Fit, Jog” thing for the students (that had run > 40 miles during the school year – my oldest says she’s in the 80 mile range) and the parent(s) are “encouraged” to participate [in sheer torture]. So, on a dreary but cool Saturday morning, I jogged… slow…. but smart. Slow pace to start, then near the end take it up a little. Not a bad run (I was really worried about being winded but kept my breathing inline with my pace and my heart didn’t wig out) and about 7/8ths in, my legs reminded me that “dude, we’re so going to frak you up”. Which they did. About 5 hours later. Like, needles in my knee when I needed to use them and when I went DOWN the stairs, O M F G (Oh, my fraking Grapthar)….. I was in almost tears. Oh, there IS a silver lining – I vow that when I recover, I’m never letting myself go like this again – it’s “get busy time ” (in every way imaginable). Maybe something in the “muscle confusion” line.
Three, we’re getting like a good chunk back from the ESP (voodoo tax rebate). We will have a car paid off in two weeks (w00t). Speaking of car – never, never, never, NEVER let a oil change place replace ANYTHING on your engine. Filters, hoses, PCV valves… “Just the fraking oil, please.” A substandard (read: not to Toyota’s high quality PLASTIC standard) PCV valve caused me undue toil and worry and made my nice SUV as a really really BIG smoke machine. Two parts ($13) from the Toyota dealer and smoke machine is shut down. Next, a Wynn’s oil flush – it’s absolutely NASTY in my valve covers (insert obligatory innuendo here).
Four, for the first time in 20+ years, I will not be sleeping on a waterbed starting Tuesday. Our semi-motionless king is going up for sale with the box springs (one that can hold the 1/2 ton of WATER on a king size waterbed mattress). Wifey can’t sleep on it without feeling the baffles (hense, semi motionless for the effect in the water and on the human) and I think part of my backache is due to the relative goofy position that the bed keeps me in (that I counteract with no less than 7 pillows. Cuz that’s how I roll.. over… asleep). So, we treked to the greatest small furniture store in the world – and got then to knock ~$150 off a plush top (part foam and part Latex visco-elastic foam) king mattress with box spring and mattress cover that’s a reasonably good quality. And they’re delivering it Tuesday. Cuz, a king size Select Comfort would require me to sell a child, and I’m not in that part of town to be able to sneak that.
Five. BSG. frak yeah. Get over it.
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