Wow, I’ve been downright terrible updating and even worse with any meaningful content (in the last, oh, 5 years).  So have a musical interlude.

The first time I heard this (studio version), I gave it about 40 seconds and thought it sounded like a kid pounding on the keys too hard.  Then an ex took me to see him live and I kind of went batshit crazy because it was fun as hell.  It’s not as huge a reaction as the first time I saw Chico Marx with his gun shooting glissandos, but still.  Fun as hell and it plays like a damned aerobic workout.

Avalon, Harry Connick Jr.

Quickie:

The Family Happenstance Easter celebration is on hiatus unless Louisville loses.  Priorities!

There are a lot of things I dislike about my job but it’s the first one where I can work from home sometimes.  I love having my dog here.  It makes the day better. 

I tested positive for strep.  Because I’ve been on an 875mg dose of amoxicillin, they jumped me to Amox-Clav.  I’ve been sick pretty much all year and the current antibiotics are not helping.  I also have what I was dreading: bronchitis.  I begged not to be put on steroids again.  I can’t take any more drug induced emotional swings from my normally non-drug induced emotional life. 

And I’m infectious.  People at work can get my cooties and I bet I gave this to people at the gym.  Ugh.

It took a while to get my script because of discussion about my tendonitis.  Apparently some antibiotics can cause tendon damage!  I’m already dealing with psoas tendonitis.  These antibiotics combined with steroids apparently can cause an even greater chance of tendon damage so disclose disclose disclose.  To get sick so often after hip arthroscopy?  Not helping my physical therapy!!!!

Anybody know someone who can take in a beautiful puppy with eyebrows?

I mean JESUS you guys. twitpic.com/ccgaa7

— Cherie Priest (@cmpriest) March 18, 2013

Fuck it.  The good thing is it’s not the flu.  The bad thing is I think I’m too freakin’ old for tonsillitis and that this is the third time I’ve been sick this year. 

Updated:  I’m still running a fever of about 100 but I’m sweating buckets.  I hope this means the battle of infection is happening where my stupidly large pills are doing their job.  The clinic was a little concerned over my insistence that I not be put on steroids again for my cough.  I just can’t take another week on those things and again, for the third time this year.  I took a breathing treatment instead. I was on antibiotics after the surgery then around Christmas then after New Year’s then in February for my tendonitis and I’m wondering what good bacteria gets killed dosing myself like that.  In the past 15 years before my surgery, I took antibiotics maybe twice which is why it feels to me like I’m overdosing on the stuff. 

That said, I’ve had wonderful friend moments this week.  One got a puppy – an absolutely adorable fur pile of happiness that I know will fill her life with joy and poop.  I gifted her a doggy car seat and that means she joins the ranks of crazy spoiled dog owner.  Another talked to me about my protected post and besides my relationship with my daughter, she is the rock.  Another girlfriend is redecorating her kitchen – I’ve known this woman since I was 5 years old.  We’re developing quite a texting relationship.  And if I’m not mistaken, I thought I saw a beautiful lurker from my middle and high school days on this blog’s footsteps.  Mistress Marlena, please drop me a word and tell me how you are doing?

Just setback after setback.  This week, no elliptical, no walking, NO BIKE.  Just swimming. 

That there is a beautiful moon out tonight.

When I was a young lass growing up in Southern Indiana, I had to practice piano 2 hours a day and spent the rest of it sniffling due to allergies.  I had composer idols but my performing idols were Barry Manilow and Liberace.  I used to think I was a freak because of that, but reading the interwebs, it’s very, very typical of the 70′s in a home where ‘rock’ wasn’t really allowed, just Broadway, classical and easy listening.  You are never alone on the interwebs.

When I was young, I didn’t know that Manilow lifted from Chopin for the beginning of “Could It Be Magic”.  I learned the beginning chords by ear (not a natural, had to listen to it tons of times) then when I was a few years older, found out we had the sheet music in my dad’s pile of books.  And that Manilow didn’t write it.  I am disappoint.

Anyway, I didn’t follow Barry Manilow much after I was introduced to the Violent Femmes (my ‘gateway’ band) but I did always hold the blue Live album close to my heart. 

Today’s swimming soundtrack is brought to you by Barry Manilow.  Soft-rock on, Fanilows.  Soft rock on.