It's June 18th, and Aaaaaallll's Weee'eeellll!

This weekend was pretty damned cool! I've been having a rough couple of weeks, as many of you know, but through the counsel of my family and friends (and tequila), I've been able to step back and have a bit of fun. Not "ALL RIGHT!" kind of fun, more like "Ah-yeah….que tranquilo" kind of fun, which is more what I need at present, so it's all good.

Thursday and Friday I was stricken w/back pain. It was my fault; when I was changing out the water cooler at work, I felt something not so good and my back was a bit stiff/sore afterwards. So what did I do later that Wednesday evening? I moved my Stairmaster from the extra room to my guest bedroom, 'cause I'm smart like that. I have negotiated that behemoth through those two doorways many many times, but this time it cost me. Afterwards I KNEW I was in trouble, so I took a hot shower, swallowed a sleeping pill, and went directly to bed. Nine hours later I was in the throes of "I CAN'T MOVE due to SEARING PAIN RADIATING from my SPINE!!!!" I call in sick, then I call a doctor who states the appts. are almost all double-booked so I'd have to wait for a cancellation, or take an appt. the NEXT DAY at 11am. I explained the situation, and that all I really needed was a prescription to ease the pain…uh…no REALLY, I'm not a junkie, FOR REAL! Sighhhh… I tried my normal doctor in San Marcos, who had an appt. open, but if I can barely sit upright to go pee, I didn't see how I was going to manage a 25 minute drive to secure meds, plus another 25 back. Long story a little shorter….all hail the makers of muscle relaxers!

So when did the cool weekend start? Right about when the Skelaxin hit my blood stream! Ha ha! Actually, I went to Padre, per my father's request, and brought Rootie along (who hasn't had any more seizures, thank God). I got to play w/my nephews, I was able to drink a rum-laced beverage on the beach, and I got home in time to change out two light switches, only one of which exploded. YEAH! Really, I am quite proud of the one I didn't blow up, and now that I know why the other one did (the ground wire was pushed back REALLY far, so I never saw it), all I need to do is purchase another one, not electrocute myself, and voila! I'll have light in the downstairs hall again! Did I mention I also replaced the innards in my toilet? Yup, Babs Vila, that's me! Of course, I still call the plumbing that makes the toilet flush "innards", but I'm getting there! I'm also realizing that the sense of accomplishment I got from fixing things around the house actually rivals the euphoria of retail therapy. Then again…you can't slip on a pair of light fixtures and a flusher do-hickie, feel like one sexy tigress and dance the night away, so retail therapy still wins. Well… unless you also happen to be wearing a tool belt and your dancing partner is a pole. Ha ha! Well, I'll save that for another blog.