< Spew It Forward!: 11.03

Saturday, November 29, 2003
For the love of God!

The Supreme Court ruled there cannot be a nativity
scene in Washington, DC this Christmas.

This isn't for any religious or constitutional reason,
they simply have not been able to find three wise men
and a virgin in the nation's capitol.

There was no problem however
finding enough asses to fill the stable

Good Times! :D

Spewed by Theresa Z » » Link »

Thursday, November 27, 2003
Wow@the Balls of Bush....

So, I'm waiting to head off to Mom's to gorge on food and be thankful and I'm busily preparing to leave and I have the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade on, because it's just not Thanksgiving w/o it, when suddenly a breaking anouncement that the Cowboy went to Baghdad, LOL. What a brilliant act of stupidity, what an amazing support for the troops. I'm impressed at his actions, it's kinda like he came to Saddam and waggled his dick around, cool. Although I'm reminded that we are still at war, I'm thankful that I'm not there and that I'm here, in my home, with a searing hip pain and I'm medicated, for these things and many more.......I am Thankful.

Spewed by Theresa Z » » Link »

Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Shoo flyby...lol.....mmmkay :P

So I got this catalog in the mail the other day, tis the catalog season to be errr....jolly. Anyhoo, they have a fabulous collection of Chuck Taylor All Star's my all occasion shoe of choice, so sexy. My mind overwhelmed immediately started budgeting for the pink and black, the red plaid, and the Uber High Tops........OMG, bliss damn it, bliss. Quiver........

Spewed by Theresa Z » » Link »

Work it

I'm beginning to enjoy my physical therapy somehow it feels wrong to enjoy it so much, but it seems to be working. Who would have thought that exercise would help in healing the hideous pain, granted the spasms last a few hours after the sessions and after I've recovered from the spasms it's about time to start all over. I've gotten around without the use of the cane for about 4 days now and it's now time to test my mode of transportation again, my legs. Short walks are tiring but I'm damn tired of being the crippled Cupie, it's oh so boring. Hmmmmm, one might think that a regular exercise routine might ward off complications in the future, fascinating.

Actually, there was a time when I was a treadmill junkie, I couldn't start a day without a few miles on my handy dandy Jane Fonda endorsed treadmill, until it broke and at that point I focused my attention to my computer and promptly let my body fall into ruin. Yeah, I've tried yoga and pilates but it doesn't work up sweat, and despite the fact that when I do perspire, I do so with vegence, me sweaty. This past year I invested in a recumbent bicycle hoping that it would become my new sweat inducer, sadly that has yet to happen, but I will say it's been a great place for the cane to hang and also works as a scratching post for my bitchy Siamese Sophie (there is no middle ground with that cat, am I sounding pathetic yet?). So anyways, there is more to life then just the daily routine and I like it.....twist me......bend me......make me sweat and I'm yours until I smell chocolate.

Spewed by Theresa Z » » Link »

Thursday, November 20, 2003
King of Pop goes the weeeeeeeeasal


Spewed by Theresa Z » » Link »

Monday, November 17, 2003
It's getting better all the Time.......Let the Spew begin.

The physical therapy continues, the pain is almost back to the original pain of the burning hip, unfortunately evil muscle spasms still occur but they are far fewer then in days past. When the spasms hit a grunt, whimper or whine suffice to get me through the pain, things are looking up.

And now I shall spew all over the American Music Award's, you know Dick Clark's lil award show, mostly I wanted to smack the shit out of Dick Clark for letting the event be broadcast. Britney opened the show it was no moshfest of award shows past unfortunately and was uninteresting as was much of the broadcast which I suffered through with the help of pain killers and muscle relaxers and the fact the Law & Order was midshow relief, was like a car accident and I kept flippin back to the freaky award show. Kid Rocks interpretation of Bad Company's "Feel Like Makin' Love" was a dishonor, they original song with Paul Rodgers smoky vocals make you wanna get your groove on, Kid Rock's version makes one consider a life of celibacy, ugheth. Also, Fleetwood Mac won an award for their last effort, which incidently I purchashed and found only the single "Peace Keeper" the one 'good' song on the disc. This makes a good argument for KAZAA, I should have downloaded the single which I 'like' a lot and I wouldn't have wasted the $18 bucks, why the fuck did they get the award? Finally, Hillary Duff singing that girls know how to rock made me wanna unleash the wrath of a drug ridden and intoxicated Courtney Love on her ass, it's just a thought, but a very entertaing thought.

I will admit I'm a sucker for award shows, I love the clothing and sometimes your blessed with a unique and beautiful breakout performance, which ironically came from American Idol's Clay & Reuben singing a gospel ditty written by Lionel Ritchie, but for the most part award show's have become passe'and annoying. Wouldn't it be cool in our everyday life we had the same kind of accolades poured onto our own mediocre lives? Best wiping of ass goes to: < drum roll > Marge Heffalumpitis...."This is SO unexepected, I'd like to thank so many but mostly I'd like to thank God, for my ass, which I um....wipe......front to back....yeah um....I'd also like to thank my ass wiping peers....I know you all wipe with the same motion but somehow, someway I was blessed, and also I'd like to thank the fans without you I'd have a crusty butt.". Snarf :|

Spewed by Theresa Z » » Link »

Friday, November 14, 2003
Word du jour

termagant \TUR-muh-guhnt\, noun:
A scolding, nagging, bad-tempered woman; a shrew.
:D :S :|

Spewed by Theresa Z » » Link »

ArghsnarfOW.....Moan.....uck.

Muscle spasms are the human body's evil and ruthless way of letting you know that your body is unsatisfied with current status. I went to the physical therapists yesterday and she pin-pointed yet another spot that she feels is causing the pain....the joint that connects the hip bone to the spine, she treated it with two yanks of my leg and told me to stand and I did, I felt only a numbness though and I was completely upright for all of 4 hours and when the afternoon hit so did the spasms and severe pain, standing was a chore, walking was a nightmare and sleep was to be had by none....er well....by me...broken and fragmented sleep.

I cried all day long and was completely driven to nervous collapse by an angry, obstinate employee playing a power game with her exhausted pain ridden boss. The exhausted boss wanted to chuck a copy of The Dance of Anger at her employee's head in hopes it would lodge in her freaking forehead and somehow by the grace of God, absorb the content of the text, and if that didn't work the broken wretch of a boss should consider ramming a copy of How to Win Friends and Influence People right up her freaking bunghole. Don't get me wrong she's helped me out a great deal since this started, but she broke me......I want this to end I'm too independent for this, I hate being weak and I hate asking for help.......Arrrrrrrgh! Well I'm off for more physical therapy (useless bending of body) this morning, Snarf. :S



Spewed by Theresa Z » » Link »

Tuesday, November 11, 2003
The *Norm*

I'm easing into normal activities, normal activities being work and most importantly, laundry. It's nice to know I can go two+ weeks without having to rinse out me bloomers. But then, I don't fear wearing my granny panities like some might, hell, I'd wear them on the cover of Vanity Fair. I can now justify why I need new trousers or say a spiffy new blouse, I'm mean what if my back went out again???? My bad back is good for commerce. Oy.

Thanks for all the well wishes!! xoxox

Spewed by Theresa Z » » Link »

Monday, November 10, 2003
Cupie go Splat!

Two weeks ago I woke up and couldn't walk...um...LOL! My back decided to give up, Ka-poot, it was scary, and humbling. So, after two visits to the E.R., 5 visits to a chiropractor, who actually got me to be able to sit up and stand, another visit to my new Doctor and with a little variation on the pain-killer, muscle relaxing and inflammation reducing cocktail I take three times a day, I'm practically like new. The pain in the beginning of this was so extraordinary that they had to dope me just so I could have a conversation. Yeah, I'm aware that I brought this on myself, I honestly thought my hip was outa place, and when that happened in the past, it usually corrected itself and I was normal in a matter of days. However, this time it crippled my sorry ass. My parents had to take care of me, help me walk, bathe me, feed me and encourage a path of wellness. I don't remember the first few days too well except for the searing pain shooting down my leg, but this was no siatic nerve injury, the chiropractor found three issues and corrected the major injury (which I have no idea how I got it in the first place) but without that series of back crackings I wouldn't be sitting in this chair, nor would I be hobbling about the work place with my attractive new accessory the 'cane'. I start physical therapy this Wednesday, I so look forward to someone making me exercise till I wanna rip their face off, good times. I go back to the Doctor on the 20th for bloodwork and assorted tests.

Keep in mind this happened while my Assitant manager was out having a lumpectomy and the President and Vice President of my company were stopping by for a visit too my store.....alrighty........anyhoo, my boss worked the shit out of my employee's and rearranged my entire store to her satisfaction whilst I was drugged out miles away. I will admit that the store does look nice, but the god damned President had a conference call he couldn't miss and they bypassed my store, ugh. I had a Doctor's appointment later that afternoon, meds switched and reduced and physical therapy starts this Wednesday. On Friday one of my younger employee's found out the lump on his neck was indeed Hodgkin's Disease. Yes, were falling apart at the Book Store.


Spewed by Theresa Z » » Link »