Every time he kisses her in the movie, he kisses the crap out of her. It's pretty awesome.
Had a fail this week. I've been working on a new design-- little tree houses that light up from inside with flameless candles. First the steel is being really stubborn about rusting. This sometimes happens. Dan tried to help by sanding and applying muratic acid, but all that did was make the steel under the thin layer of surface rust that flakes off when I cut it SUPER silver and shiny. This continues to be a pain.
My hands have been giving me big problems. I've been trying to figure out why they are so numb. I know it is a nerve thing not a circulation issue. I know my watch was beating my wrist to death when I'd ride this summer but I'd never remember until it was happening, and I wore a ton of bracelets on that arm too and sometimes they'd hike up and get tight. But last night I was working with some pliers and this little explosion went off in my thumb joint that sent little zingy pulses up my arm and down my fingers---- it's the work.
I know there is a surgery for carpal tunnel, but I don't have pain (so far), and I know nerves, like bones, can repair themselves if they don't become severely damaged. I guess I'm looking at this like I do a lot of things in my life-- existentially. It's a redirection. I've known for a long time I don't work in a sustainable way, and have been making plans to change things up. This just confirms that I need to do that.
I'm shooting for finishing up commissions and clearing my calendar for Feb & March to rest my hands and finish my graphics classes and get new idea underway. Stay tuned.
In other SueNews-- If you are a guy do us both a favor and quit reading now. The rest is ~lady stuff~ you do not want to know about. Go away anyone who doesn't want to hear about this. See you next time. :)
Okay-- If you are still reading, it's about to get pretty real.
Omg you guys! I have been in total agony! The following are pics of things that might possibly be lodged in my uterus, according to how it feels:
Metal death ball...
Leggo baby, (sort of borg-like)...
Glass, metal, fiberglass & stale Dorito superstructure of doom...
Yes, I am finally breaking down and going to the doctor, and have always gone for my usual yearly exams and I'm 99% sure this is nothing serious-- but DAMN! This being a woman shit is seriously not for wimps. WTH? Uterus??? I am not even using you!!!
Rant over. For now. Anyone else similarly afflicted? Does it ever mellow-out???