April 03, 2007

Really!

Diane asked me in my comments yesterday: "What are banana peppers?"

Banana peppers are a type of pepper that my father was addicted to for years. So addicted, he even grew them himself so he'd have a cheap resource for them. Here's a Link with photos but basically, they're a sweet pepper that is shaped like a jalapeno, only lighter and bigger. My father put them on everything he ate. Except for his cereal in the morning.

Years and years and years of banana peppers. And scratching his feet together. Scratch scratch scratch. Which my sister does now, driving her family crazy, just like our father drove my younger brother mad with the scratching scratching scratching.

I think I'm feeling better. I'm starting to wonder if maybe I just wore my little body out when I went gung ho with the treadmill. I mean, I haven't worked out one second in months and now I've been doing 2 miles, at least, for the past 4 days, in record time.

It doesn't explain the little headache or the heavy arms. Although, maybe it could. God, I'm such a dork. I still feel limb heavy today. But not so dizzy.

I get nervous when my limbs ache. My Banana Pepper Addicted Father had MS and while "they" say it's not genetic, I know people who have it along with a close relative. Right, Shelli? (Shelli has MS as does her mother) I should ask Shelli about the heavy limb thing. But I won't for fear that's how her MS showed itself.

The kitty shopping will happen provided the snow that we might be getting doesn't come too soon or too heavy. It's a trek across the Twin Cities area to the local animal humane center. Which I just realized I haven't been to since the last time we adopted kitties. Over 9 years ago. My god, the boys were 5 and 8 years old at the time. Where does the time go? I was still in my 30's! What? What's 47 minus 9. Somebody!

I was a baby!

I'll keep you posted. Don't you worry. I'll be showing off any new kitty as much as I can. So much, you'll start to think I've gone all Robyn on you. Heh. Kind of like Dooce. Only the cat lady version where I don't get fired from my job for blogging but get my blog hijacked by cats.

You know, that reminds me. I haven't heard a word from Robyn since my kitty died. If anyone would offer condolences when a cat died, you'd think it'd be Robyn. Like she'd have cat-dying radar. I'm guessing Robyn doesn't read me anymore.

I remember the good old days when the people I read used to read me back. I'm just thankful I have you people. You are solid people. Thank you Solid People! You are my people!

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