Ice Age

It's official. The Midwest has entered an ice age.

T-Rex Mex loves the snow.

All residents are urged to rush to the local big-box store and stockpile mass quantities of bread and bottled water. Kansas City is expecting another 10 to 12" of snow and anyone caught without bottled water will surely perish. Because somehow snow-packed side streets hinder access to tap water. 

Proof that we are expecting a crisis of epic proportions:   

Everybody is hoarding food and hunkering down. 

And obviously, not everyone is playing fair. 

I just needed some eggs and a loaf of bread, people! Bread hoarders! I hope you're proud of yourselves! 

Ahem. 

Maybe the snow will give us time to get some things finished inside the house. We need to add shelves, hang a few mirrors, and hang a curtain rod. All of the outside stuff will have to wait a little longer. 

    

Statement of Guilt

Hi. I'm Limitless Lisa and I'm a bad blogger.

I didn't mean to neglect my blog. Life, just...well...got in the way.

I'm not happy about it. I like my blog. I need my blog. My blog is where I process life- the very life that is getting in the way of the blog. Funny how that happens, huh?

I was going to post about how Tuna was recovering from surgery, but...um...

Well...she made a big mess of the recovery. It wasn't her fault or anything. It just went, wrong. First there was the vomiting, and then the fever, and then the spontaneously draining hematoma. Yeah. She went there. Then there was success and walking on just one crutch and yay! Then that went all wrong too and she developed another hematoma and went back on two crutches. By the way, hip impingement surgery is a big, ugly booger.

I was going to post about the progress on the house, but...

Well, you know how it goes. We built this fabulous closet but then we put all of our crap back in it and it didn't look so fabulous anymore. Those great blogs you see with blog-worthy photos of their closets? FAKE. SO FAKE. Closets don't really look like that. Not in the real world. And this friends, is a real-world blog right here. I love my new closet, but you...you cannot see it. Nope. No Pinterest-worthy closets up in this place.

I was going to post about the fire that took a house in our community last week, but...

Wow. I typed that heart-wrenching post with tears rolling down my cheeks, welling up from a nasty wound deep in my bleeding soul and who wants to read that emotional drama? I filed that sucker away in the Pain and Trauma folder.

I was going to post about Fish's failed stimulated growth hormone test and how we'll be learning to administer daily injections of growth hormone to a young lady who is terrified of needles and the word vein, but...

I thought, "jeez louise that is some unhappy stuff. I should just wait until something funny or goofy happens and write a more lighthearted post for a change" and so I waited...and waited...

And, the days turned into weeks and my little blog was neglected.

The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, right?  


Note: According to thefreedictionary.com a hematoma is:

he·ma·to·ma (h m -t m ). n. pl. he·ma·to·mas or he·ma·to·ma·ta (-m -t ). A localized swelling filled with blood resulting from a break in a blood vessel.

It is not, in fact, a tomato, even if Spell-Check vehemently disagrees.