Wedding Reception Gifts

No, I wasn't looking up wedding stuff online. I was actually avoiding doing the whole homework/study gig and started looking up beer stuff (don't ask), and I found the best damned wedding reception gift...in all the land.

Governator Can't Make This Blue State See Red

Let's hope Cal-EE-fawn-ya learned its lesson. It was a mistake to elect an official who played a pregnant man in a Hollywood film.

I Like Beer

About a year ago, Rick and I formulated a Beer Ratings List, complete with a key of how one should rate a beer according to taste satisfaction on a 1-10 scale. (with 1 being the yuckiest and 10 being the bestest) This is what we came up with:

10. Can't live without it
9. Beer-brewing excellence
8. Fabulously refreshing
7. Good food companion
6. Buy only if on sale
5. Party beer
4. Drink only when drunk
3. And you drank this because???
2. Horse piss
1. Poison

Any comments to make our list more accurate or any beers you consider to fit any of these categories???

Cheers!

Yes, "Memories" is that song from "Cats"

I got this off a friend's blog, who probably got this off a friend's blog...

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog (if you have one) and be surprised (or moritified) about what people remember about you.

Feeling Not-So-"Handy"

I honestly don't remember much of this month. It's been another one of those tough builds. We just opened "West Side Story" at AMTSJ, and after several weeks of continuous work, I am taking a much needed week and a half away from sewing.

The good thing about taking this time off is that I can finally start physical therapy; a task that I have needed to begin over the past year. Yesterday, I met my regular therapist who told me that my scoliosis has complicated my carpal tunnel syndrome, so we have to correct my neck/back/shoulder problems on the left side of my body. I went through a series of strength tests which pretty much revealed that my left hand has the grasping ability of a wet noodle. This became more clear to me when I dropped a glass of juice I was enjoying at lunch today. :(

In hand therapy this morning, the PT performed some more tests on my hands and likened my hand flexibility to that of an octopus. Apparently, there is a such thing as being too flexible and using your hands in ways that cause strain over a long period of time. She made me a custom-fitted removable arm cast out of moldable plastic that I can comfortably work with, type and sleep in. It's not the prettiest thing in all the land, but I've cut up some fashionable tube socks to cover it with, so I'm rockin' it.

Oh, and I bought a Tempur-pedic pillow to correct my sleeping posture. It seems ludicrous to spend $100 on a pillow, but when I tried out that billowy wedge of heaven yesterday, I slept better than I have in years. It's the second best sleeping companion a gal can have.