Down With Size and Down With Cupid
Alright so...
Here's to the Cardinal Puff Puff, second blog of the night.
(ps> way to talk to ME twice on the phone tonight, Cuffer) ; )
Alright, so, I don't know how many of you went through this phase...it's the phase of the "fanned out keyboard". Do you remember these things? They're from the 90's and they're basically a keyboard, only fanned out so that there is like an inch of space between the section of keys that you use for your right hand, and that you use for your left. I am using said keyboard because I am too lazy to clean the other one (Jay and I had a little accident involving canned fruit juice, to make a medium lengthed story short). Anyways, this thing has been sitting in the downstairs closet for who knows how long, and in all honesty, using it is hurting my arms and my upper back! It is SO hard to push the keys down (yes yes I'm weak, yes yes spindle fingers) but they do have SOME strength in them...piano doesn't weaken your hands afterall. But this is a lot more work than my current "up to date" keyboard, that's for sure. And this one is really loud. Every push of the key makes a really loud sound. OW the tendons in my arms. Tendonitis. Carpol Tunnel. Hypocondriac, anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Shopping, dinner, "work on chekhovs", walked dogs, did NOTHING, listened to music, planned our tap project, ate popcorn, webcammed with Dee, spilled juice. That's my night.
Right, so the enter key just got stuck down and it was scrolling all the way through this blog and I couldn't stop it. Good keyboard.
Ok my scapulas hurt...pain, pain.
Well as completely thrilling and worthwhile as this blog was, I must head to bed.
There's still no news on Mayzie.
The insurance guys haven't seen her yet.
I feel quite stuck in the house.
It's an odd feeling.
But it's good for Chekhov.
(That's what his wife used to say)
Just in case you were curious.
Here's to the Cardinal Puff Puff, second blog of the night.
(ps> way to talk to ME twice on the phone tonight, Cuffer) ; )
Alright, so, I don't know how many of you went through this phase...it's the phase of the "fanned out keyboard". Do you remember these things? They're from the 90's and they're basically a keyboard, only fanned out so that there is like an inch of space between the section of keys that you use for your right hand, and that you use for your left. I am using said keyboard because I am too lazy to clean the other one (Jay and I had a little accident involving canned fruit juice, to make a medium lengthed story short). Anyways, this thing has been sitting in the downstairs closet for who knows how long, and in all honesty, using it is hurting my arms and my upper back! It is SO hard to push the keys down (yes yes I'm weak, yes yes spindle fingers) but they do have SOME strength in them...piano doesn't weaken your hands afterall. But this is a lot more work than my current "up to date" keyboard, that's for sure. And this one is really loud. Every push of the key makes a really loud sound. OW the tendons in my arms. Tendonitis. Carpol Tunnel. Hypocondriac, anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Shopping, dinner, "work on chekhovs", walked dogs, did NOTHING, listened to music, planned our tap project, ate popcorn, webcammed with Dee, spilled juice. That's my night.
Right, so the enter key just got stuck down and it was scrolling all the way through this blog and I couldn't stop it. Good keyboard.
Ok my scapulas hurt...pain, pain.
Well as completely thrilling and worthwhile as this blog was, I must head to bed.
There's still no news on Mayzie.
The insurance guys haven't seen her yet.
I feel quite stuck in the house.
It's an odd feeling.
But it's good for Chekhov.
(That's what his wife used to say)
Just in case you were curious.
posted by Rae at 2:05 AM
3 Comments:
Chel,
Wow, life is busy, right up to spilling juice! Did I mention I put a steal cup in the microwave the other day? That's kinda the same thing. Well not really as in not at all.
I am so excited. I booked my plane tickets today to go see my sister, why lives in Kentucky, and now the reality has hit me that I'm about to take my first plane ride (and it's by myself!!!) that I can ever remember. I took one when I was three, but I only remember getting off the plane. I don't even know if that memory is from getting to Disney Land or coming home.
Two questions I have about on-going themes: Chekhov = ?
Cardinal Puff apparently means two blogs in one day, but my brain doesn't know why. I've also been told that E=MC2, but I've never learned the reason for that one either. That one makes three. But I wasn't actually wondering about the last one. I like it better not knowing. That way I'm certain there's something out there I don't know.
HumbleNees
:(
I still feel bad. Even badder now that your new keyboard is hurting you. BAD KEYBOARD! I'm sorry hun! I hope you and Mayzie are better soon. Love.
-Your BlueJay
Poor spindle fingered Rachel and her fanned out keyboard. Although I do agree, complete fad. You sure don't see them anymore.
Gosh, we can't end our damn conversations, and sure enough I'm posting a comment on here :).
Hope you're ready to party it up in a few days. I'm just about back home you know...
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