Stafford Place part Deux.

Your stay would not be complete without an hour of meditation in the "Garden of the Gnomes". Feel free to wander by the babbling brook and recline beneath the tree and behold the rolling .01 acre of lush meadow.










For exercise there is the mega-stepper. This climb will really ensure a good cardiovascular workout. Or just take a liesurely stroll around the .3 mile circle and meet the folks. Remember Asheville Airport is just a mile away. Stafford Crossing is southern living at its best.

The Inn At Stafford Place

For all those who bailed out on the fall foilage Thanksgiving Bash: We at the Inn at Stafford want to invite you to any weekend of your choice. At Stafford every room has its own bathroom. We also offer 24 hour bootleg wireless hookups for all your business needs. As always a free continetal breakfast is included . All guests have the use of the finest automobiles .
We also offer 400 free pirated channels from our neighbor's dish network.

Demotivation

Well, I went back to the doctor's today and my blood pressure is down to 128/78. I guess those pills must be working. I could make a commercial for Diovan. I'm sooo glad she didn't have to add a diuretic; no pee breaks in anesthesia. So far I haven't felt any side effects from the B/P pill except this third eye I'm growing on my forehead. My cholesterol was 260 and my ldl/hdl ratio was 5, so that is average. I told my 30 year old 9 1/2 month pregnant doctor, "those statin drugs scare the poop out of me" so I'm on a program of exercise, low fat diet, red yeast and flax seed oil. I'm happy to be average so I don't want to risk my liver to try to get some number the Zocor makers concocted to go down 5 points. Next week it's back to the retina specialists. I hope he just takes a look. That retinal angiography is like looking at an arc welder for 20 minutes. Hopefully after this I can return to my peaceful non-doctored life as a Christian Scientist.

The Censor's numbers are even better than mine. All that time at the Life-Aquatic Center is paying off. I'm back at the grind. It seems that since I'm back all my patients are at death's door. Every day this weekI have had to do class IV patients. That's pretty sick. Class V are in the act of dying and class VI are organ donors. Good thing I have 7 weeks vacation. Our next road trip is the week after Thanksgiving. We are not sure where we are going yet. Our latest trip logged 2,500 miles. 1,200 miles was with a dog with her head in my lap. Things are back to normal; Daisy the Doberman is back with Steve, Marianne got her pet deposit back and the tempur-pedic dog bed is in the mail on it's way to Laura's. I'm starting to laugh about it now after going through my usual 7 stages: denial, bargaining, anger, depression, acceptance, laughing, and blogging.

Babba goes to Notre Dame

I visited Notre Dame this weekend and toured the campus. The mural on the left is painted on the tallest building; the 6 story library. It is referred to as "Touch-down Jesus". He didn't seem to help them win over USC this Saturday. The other pictures were taken in the Basilica of the Grotto. After touring the campus a couple of hours the smell of Papa-John's Pizza led me to a gender rally; that's me blending with the crowd. After 3 slices of pizza and some punch I decided to leave. After listening to the speakers talk about gender issues I felt my butt shrinking. So I went to the university bookstore and tried to buy a doctorate degree but the store lady told me it was a demo, and not for sale.

How fast was I going?

I got off work Friday extra late and had to run down to Hooterville to pick up the book I requested on inter-library loan. Now books like this cannot be taken out in the branch library in Fletcher, they require a trip to the main library. When they arrive they start the 3 week clock running and if you don't return them by then to the nazi at the reference desk they come to your house and take your glasses. The book I requested was is called "In Praise of Slowness". It is about how our hectic world is making us all crazy. Then I had to zoom over to Wally-World (Wal-Mart) aka The Alamo, because of all the Mexicans there, and get dog food and a dog dish. The dog food and dish wil be part of a later blog; my doctor has recommended I not post about that for 28 days. The same amount of time as my re-hab program.

I'm scooting along in my sporty red Element trying to save gas by driving in 5th gear when I notice I'm going 55mph. Yipes. So I go down to 4th and am cruising at 45, which seems appropriate for the 6 lane road I'm on. I go on for another mile or so. I'm in the left lane at a light and I notice a police car behind me with his lights on. I think he must have gotten an emergency call so I pull over to the right lane, and so does he, so I pull over into a Jiffy Lube and he follows me in. Now I'm starting to think I'm in trouble. I don't remember leaving my Bible on the car roof. Well, I am busted. Going 54 in a 35 zone in the pouring rain. I'm trying to mount some feeble defense. I tell the officer I'm new to the area, I thought the speed limit was 45. I usually just go with traffic in this area, but no other cars where around me ( of course not, I left them in the dust at the last stop light). He takes all my info and goes back to his patrol car and is looking me up on SMODS (State Municipal Offender Data System). The officer is back there about 5 minutes and I'm thinking I'm cooked. I'm looking over at the book about SLOWNESS sitting on the seat and wondering if I should have mounted "new blood-pressure medicine defense", when the officer returns. He asks me If I have had any tickets in the last 25 years; I say no. If he had gone back 35 years it would have said: License revoked detain driver and impound vehicle. So I got off with a warning and a short lecture. This is pretty rare in North Carolina.
The real pay-off was when I got home and told the Censor. The Censor was stunned that I pulled it off again. She gets tickets for going 4 mph over the limit while she's pregnant and has an infant in a car seat and a Support Your Local Police bumper sticker on the car. Well, I finished 2 chapters in my book "In Praise of Slowness". I'm not sure I'll finish it; it reads kind of slow!