Title: Economic Stimulus Rebate
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Blog Entry: We got our "economic stimulus" tax rebate last week, and stimulated the economy somewhat. I have a new professional model Kitchen-Aid stand mixer, a new Frigidaire dishwasher, 2 new pairs of bluejeans, and three new shirts. Jack bought some parts for his $100 truck - he'll have to tell ya what he got, because I'm just a dumb ol' girl and don't know beans about truck parts. I know he got 4 shocks - two adjustable air shocks for the rear - and he bought himself 3 pairs of new jeans. I spent $25 on care package goodies for one of our Soldiers in Iraq, bought two books of "forever stamps" before the postage goes up on May 12th, and packed a box full of items I already had at the house for one of our female Soldiers and sent it off. Jack bought me two more books of "forever stamps," as well, so I shouldn't run short on stamps for letters any time soon. My back has been killing me the past few days. I went to the doctor, who x-rayed my back and said nothing was broken and it was probably just sprained muscles. She gave me prescriptions for pain medicine and muscle relaxers, and sent me to the physical therapy folks next door to her office. The therapist evaluated my back, and hooked me up to an electrical stimulation machine, with a nice heat pack, for 15 minutes. That felt soooooo goooood, but when she unhooked me and I sat up, it was right back to the pain, maybe a degree more than before. I go back for physical therapy tomorrow afternoon; I've been taking the pain med and the muscle relaxer but if anything, my back just hurts worse than it did before I went to the doctor. A few times at work today, when I went to stand up, I'd get a sharp shooting pain from the small of my back into my hip, and it almost put me on the floor a couple of times. If it doesn't feel any better in the morning than it does right now, I'm going to stay home on a heating pad. I'm starting to get pains in other parts of my body from tensing up in an effort to not hurt so bad in my back....something's gotta give! I've joined the Tennessee Chapter of Patriot Guard Riders. I always thought you had to be a biker to join, but I went to their website and read their FAQ and their mission statement, and it turns out they accept "cagers" as well as bikers. (Car = cage, so those of us who don't have bikes are "cagers.") They do lots of projects; not just funerals for fallen heroes, but send-offs for deploying troops and welcome home missions as well. There's a lot more to PGR than I thought, and that's why I decided to join. Being so close to Ft. Campbell, there's bound to be an occasional mission that Jack and I can get in on. There's no dues, no membership cards or anything, but you can go to the PGR store and buy caps, shirts, pins, patches, flags, car magnets and such that identify you as a member of PGR. Well, it's time to try out the new dishwasher, since Jack spent the evening installing it. So I'm gonna get up from here and watch the new toy go through its paces. I don't want to seem ungrateful...especially since all I've done since the first time we used the dishwasher that came with the house is bitch about the fact that it doesn't have a top sprayer, so there was always "ick" on the bottoms of all the glasses and cups when the wash cycle was done....**giggle** Y'all have a good'un, and I'll catch ya later, gators. (Okay, so I'm spoiled - ask my sisters; they'll tell ya all I have to do is want something and I get it. I prefer to think of it as "well loved," not "spoiled." ;~D Oh, yeah, and I'm also easily distracted by shiny objects.)
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