So I go to the doctor yesterday for a sinus infection, and she says "Are you having trouble breathing?"

I say no, of course. She says "Yes, you are out of breath just talking to me, and I want a pulmonary function test." I'm thinking I'm only having issues cause I'm fat and outta shape. Besides, it's just a little breathlessness.

I hate pulmonary function tests, 'cause my pulmonaries, they don't function too good, and the test just makes it worse, every darn time. I've learned to live with it, hence the fat and outta shape.

So, I blow in the darn tube (candles on cupcakes on the laptop! - how game-y!), three times, and sure enough, I'm mildly obstructed. Well duh, I coulda told you that, but that doesn't mean I'm wheezing, or having trouble breathing. That's just me.

Well, I live life mildly obstructed, but it's better than steroids, let me tell you! Anyhoo, I got my antibiotics, and I'm supposed to try singulair. We'll see.

Somewhere up there, my mother is laughing.

The Maids are coming for the first time tomorrow, so I'm clearing out the major clutter. They supposedly pick up and straighten, but it's hard to straighten if there's no apparent order in the chaos that was my corner of the family room. Knitting, school work, computer stuff, cds, dvds, trash, books, toys confiscated from children all have found places in my corner. It's looking better, but I still have work to do. They're only cleaning the main level and the girls bathroom.

The Eagles play at one, and I have to work around that. Hubby just took the girls to softball camp (75 minutes for the next six sundays), and I'll pick them up and either pass them off to Grandma or keep them and force a nap. We'll see.

In knitting related news, I got my christmas yarn so I'm pattern browsing. I'll eventually have at least a navy top, if not two, or a sweater.

Trying to stay low carb/low blood sugar impact, and I have to keep caffeine to either none or infinitesimal amount. Graves is on the upswing, and I see the doc on the 26th. Hopefully they'll be able to kill the thyroid once and for all.

Here, have a kitten pic.

Certain phrases have crept into usage in the last twenty five years or so that annoy the heck out of me. Here's a list.

That said / That being said / Having said all that - whatever happened to However, or So?

Not! / Psych! - these are just plain annoying.

My bad - okay, maybe I'm culturally biased, but the bad grammar here just really p***es me off.

Where it's at / Where are you at - Thou shalt not end a sentence with a preposition. Either leave off the at, or change the word to Located / Standing / sitting?

I'm sure I'm not politically correct in accepting all of today's speech patterns, but I was taught to always strive for perfect grammar, both at home and at school, so when I hear these phrases in a business meeting, sheesh.