ah, a weekend

Labor Day weekend. It's been nice not laboring much. I do, however, have a couple amusing anecdotes with which to entertain you.

Yesterday morning, I was running late for church because I slept late. Big shocker there. Anywho, we were supposed to be taking some pictures for the Rally Day choir table next week. I stuck my camera in my purse and started to head out the door. Then it occurred to me, I should put my contacts in my eyes. I was so tired that I was feeling extra vain for the "photo shoot." I get the right contact outta its case, stick it in my right palm, add some solution out of the bottle, and proceed to clean my contact. Well, as I'm rinsing the thing off, I notice the edges are all crenated (wrinkly). I thought it was because my hand was still too wet with water when I started the cleaning process. So, I added more solution. Are you seeing where this is going? Ya, it was not contact solution. I had used an old bottle to make a somewhat dilute solution of tea tree oil (to keep around as a natural antiseptic). Yes friends, I cleaned my contact with tea tree oil and put it in my eye. That smarted just a little bit. Luckily I guess my eye sensed the wrongness of it all and closed before I got it totally in my eye. Wow, I knew I was tired, but really? I then proceeded to rinse the contact with the real contact solution and insert it into the aforementioned right eye. Whoa nelly! That was the most painful (and stupid) thing I've done in a really long time! Either I didn't get it rinsed off well, or the original tea tree oil was still in my eye. It was difficult to get the contact out, and when I finally did do it, (after much tearing and wiping of tears without messing up the vanity inspired make up) I wore my glasses for the rest of the day.

Then last night, I was on borders.com because I had a discount code and was trying to get some Christmas shopping done. OMG!!! Their new website sucks ass! It kept kicking me out, not loading pages, or saying "we're sorry, this page is unavailable right now." Ugh! So I got back on today and had a little better luck until it came to entering the code. The code worked yesterday, the site just wouldn't let me check out. Today, it wouldn't accept my code. Yarrgh!!! WTF??? Both days, I've tried to contact the customer service line, but "the customer service center is closed." Really? I'm soooooooooo irritated. I'll try calling again tomorrow, and if they don't accept my discount code, I'm gonna kick some ass. I deserve this code, and if I can't use it, some people may not be getting what they deserve for Christmas. I love my family and friends, and I'd like to get them something nicer than I can actually afford. This was going to allow me to do that. Stupid Borders!

As an addendum: the border.com site now has a "gateway timeout." What in the world is that??? I'm gonna keep trying!

surprise me not

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odds and ends

Just a couple things that have happened in the past few days are even worth mentioning. I'll go with that and if anything else comes to me in the meantime, I'll throw that in, too!

I called my mother on Sunday to see if she would accompany me to the local bougie mall; I wanted to go and walk around somewhere so I wouldn't just come home after church and sleep all afternoon. Going to said mall, I was also able to buy some new undergarments. Yep, when you lose weight, everything shrinks. Especially the boobies. =( Oh well. All things in proportion I guess. While we were there, my mother bought nothing. Besides the boring bras, I got a new pair of shoes and a sweater (that was NOT on sale but makes me look really thin). All in all, an expensive but necessary day.

I fell asleep on the couch last night while watching something on TLC. I woke up a little bit about 11 or so, turned off the TV, and went back to sleep. I slept the whole night on the couch with the light still blazing. Dang, I guess I was tired! I even had trouble getting up this morning. That couch is comfy! However, when I woke up, I had a fright. I was on my side with my hand on my hip, and I noticed I had this really hard lump on my hip. OMG, what have I done now??? Lo and behold, it was my hip bone. Wow, I forgot those were there! Another benefit of losing weight!

So when I was at work today, I got off of a meeting/conference call right at 4pm. As soon as I got back into the lab and to the microscope, I realized I had a killer headache. Ya know, the kind where it hurts to turn your head or move your eyeballs. Ugh. I took some Tylenol (ya, that worked--not) and waited a good long while to leave work. Trying to give the stuff time to kick in. When it didn't really, I decided that I needed to stop off somewhere and pick up dinner. There was no way I was gonna be able to cook. Anywho, did I go someplace simple or normal? Of course not. I called and stopped off at Outback for some good, bloody steak. Keep in mind, that even though it is not cheap, it is at least 2 meals. AND they have the baked sweet potatoes back on the menu. Hallelujah! Praise Jesus! What is better than meat, sweet potato, and caesar salad. Yes kids, I had salad. And it didn't hurt my tummy!!! Repeat after me: Hallelujah! My head is still achy, but I don't care quite so much. I have finally prevailed over lettuce. Sah-wheeeeet!

Oh, and in regard to the new guy--he was in town for one night this week, but he got stuck at the office until 9pm. I decided that was too late to try and meet for only about an hour or such. Boo. He will be back next week and won't have to leave again for quite some time. Yay! At least we got to chat a bit. I'm ready for him to be back.

tmi

If you want WAY more information on the retrocolic bypass surgery I had and the resulting hernia affliction and repair, check out this link:
http://www.ajronline.org/cgi/content/full/189/1/52

btw--My doctor regretted not taking pictures during my recent surgical repair because he said I had a classic example of this transmesocolic internal hernia thingy. I wish he had taken pictures. I love pictures of my insides!

tgif

I am sooooooooo glad it is Friday, and I can actually leave work at a decent time today. Unfortunately, my 2 hour lunch will leave me a little short on hours for the week. Oh well, what are you gonna do when you have to see the surgeon for a post op visit?

Got some interesting news at that appointment, too. It seems as though I am quite anemic, and my vitamin A and D levels are low (D is very low). I guess this is why he wanted to draw the blood profile and check. The iron thing mostly explains why I have absolutely no energy lately. Too bad I can't get a transfusion of my mother's blood--she's got too much iron! Drat and damnation, we're not a type match. =) Now I have to take 3 iron supplements a day (yes kids, three), and an ADE&K supplement 3-4 times a week. This is on top of my 2 daily multivitamins and calciums. Ugh. Vitamins are expensive, too! On top of that, he explained to me exactly why I got the hernia. For my surgery, he saw something anatomically that caused him to do a retro-colic version of the bypass. WTF? Anywho, when putting everything back together, he had to try to connect fat to fat instead of fat to mesentery. My fats didn't like each other, refused to place nicely, and left a gaping hole for my jejunum to peek through for fun. Glad that is fixed. However, there is a 2% chance that it can happen again. Yippee.

In other news, it seems that there is a disparity between blocks of the population. For some, absence make the heart grow fonder. For others, it is out of sight, out of mind. I'll let you ponder that over the weekend.

here's one for the wtf column

So I get home from work today with my take away from Bubba's (yes, mom--fried chicken!) and I want to veg out in front of the tv while I eat. I had a crappy day at work, and I deserve it! I am so stoked because FLN channel finally has Iron Chef (the original campy Japanese version) reruns going again. Woo-hoo! I tune in, get my fork, and get ready for campy cuisine. Ya, well, it's battle Giant Eel! Dun dun dunnnnn! Um, they are all still alive. Until the chefs get a hold of them. Eww. No. Can't watch that. So what do I do? I turn it to Trauma: Life in the ER on Disc Health. I go from one bloody mess to another. The eel thing has me all queasy and blech, but the stab wound in the ER--meh. WTF? Ya, thanks kids. I know I'm "special." I think that was the last post as a matter of fact...!

today's 'scope

Something has changed and you aren't sure whether you like it or not. On one hand, you are able to be more logical now as you analyze your feelings about a relationship. On the other hand, you feel like a fish out of water, unable to find the soothing support you want. Don't worry too much about your current discomfort as it is only temporary. In the meantime, do whatever makes the most sense to feel better about yourself.

Funny how sometimes they are so on.

I'm special

In the slow bus kinda way. =)

How long have I had an ipod? Granted I was one of the last people on earth to get one, but it's been about a year and a half now. Leave it to me to just now discover that I can get all sorts of streaming radio stations through my itunes on the computer. I found this adorable French station under the heading of Ambient (doesn't really fit the heading, but I like it anyway). It's mostly laid back stuff that's good to have on while futzing on the computer or reading. It would make good party background music. Maybe I can work on my French while I listen to it!

Thank goodness I'm cute. My brains aren't gonna get me far like this.

odd

So I keep talking about losing this weight and how I need to buy new clothes and all that garbage. Well check this one out. I've had to go down a size in my lab gloves. Doesn't matter if it's nitrile or latex, I now have to wear a small. Strange....

my turn

All my blogger friends have been posting, and I have been the super slacker. Let's see if I can catch you all up quickly without too much rambling.

Things are still going well with the new guy. He's been out of town for the last week, but he called and sent a text the day of my surgery to check on me. He's nice that way.

The surgery came and went, and all seems to be well so far. The only real problem I really have is that my throat is still sore from the anesthesia tubing. And I told that (really hot) doctor that I was a singer and he should be extra careful. Great. I even went to my choir rehearsal the next day. How dedicated (or stupid) am I??? As of today, I'm only taking Tylenol.

Last night was Restaurant Week with the friends. We went to Ruth's Chris. Mmmmmmmm! I had called ahead of time to see if I could finagle soup instead of the obligatory started salad (raw vegetables still kill my tummy). They said I could, and I started with the lobster bisque. Can you believe it was actually too rich?!? The steak itself was wonderful for the 3 bites I could muster--thank goodness for to-go boxes! Then there was the Chocolate Sin cake. Chocolate and espresso: what is not to love. That I ended up bringing to work today mostly for the MayBoy. He can handle all the sugar!

Okay, believe it or not, that's about it. I gotta get back to the grind of the lab. The place can barely keep going without me for three days. Gosh! Love to you all!

addendum to twitterpated

#1--No, H-Bomb, there was no 2nd base on the 2nd date. ;-)
#2--I have his last name now.

tee hee!!!

twitterpated

Yep, the H-Bomb came up with a good word for it. I'm feeling twitterpated. Second date last night was rather awesome. All we did was meet for a drink after I saw a movie with the aforementioned H-Bomb. BTW--Wanted is a fun mindless way to spend 2 hours. Well, Dateman and I sat at a table for over 2 hours and then stood out in the parking lot talking for almost another hour. When 12:30am rolled around, I had to put my foot down and tell him we both had to get home and get some sleep. I can't stay up that late on a school night! We learned a lot about each other (including where our respective families fall in regards to the mixed race issue). However, I still don't know his last name! I keep forgetting to ask. Whoops. We've been texting already today, and he's already asked if I wanted to get together tonight. I said that I'd love to, but I really have some stuff I need to take care of for Angeouie's wedding this weekend. So it's looking like date #3 will take place tomorrow night. And to think we were planning date #3 for Saturday night or Sunday. Guess I'm so spectacular that he can't wait that long. *swoon!*

date #2?

I think I may be having a second date tonight. Granted it's only meeting for a short while after I see a movie, but it's seeing him again! His words: "it'll be a treat to see you!" Yes, he used the exclamation point. Tee hee! New things are fun.

and then he kissed me

Ya. Date went well. Very European, this one. He walks up to me, gives me the half hug and kisses my cheek to say hello. Polite, kind, funny as hell, and much better looking than I remember (bonus!). Of course, he paid for everything. Even walked me to my car. Funny to date an Indian who was born in Trinidad but is a Canadian citizen. Now, if only I could lose this silly perma-grin.... Ah, the happiness will surely fade soon enough! First dates are fun. =)

ennhh!

Why oh why do I do it? I made this killer veggie curry the other day. It is soooo good. I had a little bit for breakfast. Ya, if you knew me well, you'd understand I rarely eat breakfast food for breakfast. Anywho, when I got home from church today, I sauteed a little chicken and garlic to add to some of the curry mixture. That was lunch. It was soooooo good, and I didn't eat nearly slow enough, so now I've got a killer stomach ache. Luckily, I know that this is just my "full tummy" feeling and not the "crap, I gotta go to the ER now" feeling. In fact, as I sit here and type, it is already abating. If I were at work, Wang and I would take a walk through the parking lot, and I'd be fine within minutes. Just gotta wait for digestion to kick in. C'mon digestion! Don't fail me now!!! Maybe I'll add a little GasX to the mix to help...!

Oh, and think happy thoughts. My "date" is tonight! =)

the wait

Yargh! I hate waiting. I supposedly have a date Sunday night. This is the guy from the speed dating thing. Yep, the one I really didn't want to like. Now I find myself checking my email more often than usual waiting for any news from him. He is due back in town tonight from Canada. Business. He's basically been gone for 2 weeks. Is this something I want to deal with? Hmmm, don't know yet. I guess I'll have to wait and see if he's worth it. OCD much?

so little time, so much to tell

Yes, yes, yes...I suck at blogging lately. I am terribly sorry. Such is the life of the mouse. I'll throw in the highlights (and lowlights) of the last week.

Hmmm, where to start. I blogged about all the stomach pains I'd been having, so this will be a catch up on that. I finally called the doc last Thursday, and they scheduled me for a CT scan Friday morning. Yes, as in the very next day. It was fine as far as contrast scans go I guess. I got the news yesterday that I have something called a Peterson's hernia--some sorta hernia at the anastomosis between my "stomach" and my intestines. It's gotta get fixed. Mind you I've got SAang's wedding in two weeks. I pretty much refused to have the surgery until after that. No, I'm not putting myself in danger, but it'll be taken care of pretty danged soon after the wedding (as in about 4 days after I think it will be). They even called me today and tried to talk me into Saturday morning surgery. Nope--that day I'll be spending the day with the girls doing bachelorette party things (nothing lewd or debaucherous though). Basically, the next two weeks are the busiest I'll be for the rest of the year. Sorry body--you have to wait to be healed. Don't fail me now!

On personal notes of a different nature, I did a speed dating thing with a girl from work last week. It was so much fun! I had no idea it would be! Granted, I can pretty much talk to a post in the ground. I basically had a date a month for the whole year in one night (12 different guys for 5 minutes each). There were a couple that I was really interested in, but I don't think it was mutual. Then there was this guy who when I looked at him from across the room I knew I wouldn't like him. Well, um, he was rather amazing. Learned, articulate, well travelled, funny, successful.... But no, I wasn't going to like him. Guess what folks? We've got our first real date Sunday night. (another reason to put off the surgery a smidge--I mean, how do you say "Ya, you're really awesome, but I have to have surgery because of a complication from my gastric bypass surgery, so can you wait a couple weeks more?") Anyway, he's been persistent, and he'd be a great catch. And we have so much in common! Even down to talking about jazz clubs in Montreal....

This is also a good thing because I found out on my lunch "date" today that the older guy is married. Um, 'scuse me? No, I don't do that. Ah, my naivety amazes even me.

Lastly (for tonight at least) a dear dear friend is in town for her sister's wedding. I saw her Sunday at a bridal shower (and sooooo many other people I haven't seen in ages!) and again for dinner tonight. I miss her so much, and I rue the fact that I can't see her more often. Unfortunately (for me, not her) she lives out in the Bay area. She said it was 55 degrees when she got on the plane and 100 when she got off. Ugh! I can't believe how terrible that must have been. Anyway, I'll see her again Thursday at the wedding. Yes, Thursday. No, I don't understand it either. =)

I am idiocity

Sometimes I am so stupid I can hardly believe it. Okay, so I have had trouble with the whole eating thing after this surgery. Saturday night I had issues and took it easy for a day or so. Today I decided it would be brilliant to try some raw celery. I loooooooove celery! Well, it no longer loves me. I had stomach cramps all afternoon long. I was supposed to meet a couple friends for happy hour, but I begged off. I stared thinking about it and realized that maybe a drink would be a good thing. It would relax the cramping tummy muscles. And it did! I took a little over an hour to drink one tequila beverage, and my stomach felt a ton better. So WTF did I do when I got home? I ate some left over egg foo young. Granted, on its own, I'm sure it wouldn't have caused me any problems--it didn't last night. However, after my issues of the afternoon, I'm a little painful again. As of today I am 10 weeks post surgery. Is an athlete ready to run a marathon 10 weeks after reconstructive knee surgery? Gosh! When will I learn? If any of you see me doing something stupid food wise, please tell me to stop. I will not be offended, I promise. And if I get snippy, call me on it. =) After the past week, I really don't want to think about bulimia as a way to deal with my tummy pains.

I've been remiss...

Thanks to those of you who noticed that I have not been blogging of late. I've been in my own little world of blah. Don't know if it's allergies or what, but I have been soooooo tired. Case in point, last night I got home from work at 6, fell in bed and slept until 9, then got up for about an hour and was back in bed until 7:30 this morning. To top it all, I'm still tired! Anywho, a short recap on the week you all missed:

I had last Monday off, but it ended up sucking royally. I had to take one of my boys to the vet because he couldn't pee. Either that or when he did it was all bloody. Not a good thing! Needless to say, this was after I'd already seen the dentist for the teeth whitening (yes, I'm vain that way) and I'd signed up for a swimming class. Now I am calling myself broke until Christmas! Good news is the boy is MUCH better now. He's been on meds since last Monday so he's only got 3 more weeks! Poor kitteh. I did have a bright spot to my Monday though: my gay husband was in town from DC, so I got have lunch with him. Yay for bright spots!

Tueday was back to work work work. Friday was pretty fun--to finally get a day off! I went to Winny's for a little festive-ness of food and Wii time. Oh, and I drank all afternoon! Granted it was one drink over the course of like 3 hours, but that's all afternoon, right? Much fun was had by all. Then there was Saturday. Ugh. The day back to work after a holiday. It was hellacious; we broke a record for the number of samples done in one day. I was in the lab for 11 hours. That, my dears, is waaaaaaaaaaay too long. (maybe I'm just still tired from that)

On to this week: I started my swimming class Monday night. OMG!!! My coach for the next two and a half weeks is a guy who won 3 gold medals for the US in the Olympics! He is so patient and wonderful; I'm so glad I'm doing this for myself (even if it is gonna break me). Then again, considering the price and his credentials, I'm getting a bargain! I go again tonight in about an hour and a half. I can't wait. I'm so stoked about learning how to do a good freestyle so I can exercise my entire body more completely. Gotta get my losing weight self toned back up!

Saturday night's alright for...what?

So, here it is Saturday night, and I'm home. Doing a whole lotta nuthin. While I realize that losing 50 pounds will not change my life, I must admit I was hoping for a little something different in my life. As in, maybe, a life. =)

This was supposed to be my 3 day weekend, but I got called into work today. Blech. I got up and went to yoga for the relaxation benefits, and when I got home it was automatically ruined by the IM I got from a guy at work warning me that the supervisor had called me. Yarrgh! Sooooo, I went in for something that never even ending up happening. Double yarrgh! When I got home, I wasn't in the mood to do anything I had planned for the day: cleaning, laundry, vacuuming.... I did a little cleaning but not nearly enough. I ended up wasting some time online and watching Law and Order. Now, I'm back online. Why? Who knows really. Guess I'm hoping that something miraculous will happen. Without hope, what is life really?

Actually, I'm hoping for a fantastic storm to hit so I can sleep through it! Dorky me.

one word meme

Only ONE word can be used in your answer and it can NOT be used twice.

1. Where is your cell phone? pocket
2. Your significant other? nonexistent
3. Your hair? static-ee
4. Your mother? beloved
5. Your father? nutty
6. Your favorite time of day? night
7. Your dream last night? none
8. Your favorite drink? tea
9. Your dream goal? happiness
10. The room you’re in? lab
11. Your ex? Denton
12. Your fear? loneliness
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? elsewhere
14. What you are not? disloyal
15. Your Favorite meal? steak
16. One of your wish list items? snuggle-buddy
17. The last thing you did? fibrinogen
18. Where you grew up? Dallas
19. What are you wearing? scrubs
20. Your TV is? home
21. Your pets? kittehs
22. Your computer? laptop
23. Your life? murfle
24. Your mood? cranky
25. Missing someone? maybe
26. Your car? spotty
27. Something you’re not wearing? glasses
28. Favorite store? Marmi
29. Your summer? vacationless
30. Your favorite colour? black
31. When is the last time you laughed? today
32. When is the last time you cried? Tuesday
33. Your health? better
34. Your children? catlike
35. Your future? questioning
36. Your beliefs? strong
37. Young or old? inbetween
38. Your image? bitch
39. Your appearance? labcoaty
40. Would you live your life over again knowing what you know? sure

(totally stolen from Army of Mom)

ugh

Oh, the things I'll do for protein. I was not really hungry tonight, but I knew I needed to eat something. I also knew I needed to make up some protein because I've lagged behind my quota the past couple of days. Well, hmmmmm.... I looked in the fridge and nothing looked good. On to the freezer...no, no, ooh! Lean Cuisine mac and cheese. Even better, it had 15 grams of protein listed on the label. Wow, was that not a good choice. Granted, I wasn't hungry to begin with. I ate about a third of it and was sooooo done. However, that would only be 5 grams of protein. That was not enough. Surely all the protein was in the cheese sauce and not in the macaroni, right? So what did I do, you ask? Ya, I put the noodles in my mouth, sucked off the cheese sauce, and spit the noodles back on the plate. Gross, huh? Even doing that, I couldn't make it through the whole thing. Ugh. I'm hoping I got 10 grams of my protein, but I doubt it. Serious ugh. *shakes head and laughs at self for being a nutritional doofus*

emotional overload

Sometimes it is all just too much. Between one friend going through a terrible divorce, one friend with a sudden medical issue, one friend going through unemployment, another with a whack personal problem, one who got bad family news yesterday, and yet another with a screw loose (well, that could actually be a couple) on top of me being ridiculously overworked, I took the night off. I didn't even have the energy to go to yoga. Oh ya, and I had to cancel the one thing I was really looking forward to this summer because I realised I can't justify spending the money on it when I have other bills to pay. I was home by 6pm, in my pjs by 7pm, and I vegged all night. Then I made the mistake of watching a romantic comedy. Whoa, big mistake. By the way, I'm also waaaay hormonal right now. All I wanna do is crawl in bed for a couple days and let all this pass. I wish I didn't care so much about everyone in my life, and I know there is nothing I can do for them other than think happy thoughts and pray. However, sometimes it really does just all get to me. One of these days, I'll be able to make time for myself. Unfortunately, I'll have to get out from under the black cloud of debt first. My church check even hasn't come through yet (it was due to hit the bank on the 20th). Every time I think I'm getting close, something else happens. Ya, I got the hospital bill from my unexpected hospital visit. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I have insurance, but I'd be a helluva lot happier if I didn't eat those damn sausages. =) Not to worry about me, I just needed to have a little rant time. I'm just having a little pms induced pity party!

Now it's 9:30. I think I'll go read myself to sleep. Nothing better than a little scientific non-fiction before bed!

I have 10 minutes...

Okay, quick recap of my world:

1) DCfC Tuesday night was pretty darned good. I wouldn't say awesome because they had some sound mixing issues (well, at least I thought they did). Whenever the bass quit playing, it was very nice! Too bad Wang couldn't go after all, but the May Boy stood up and bought her ticket. And kept me from having to find a replacement concert date at the last minute. Love him!

2) Short note: a black woman told me I had a great butt. No offense to anyone out there, but I take that as a serious compliment!

3) The HSBF is officially canned. He said some things last night (via IM of course) that cannot be taken back. I don't care how "affected" you are, some things should not be said. Assface.

Ya, that's about it. I know I had something else, but if I can't think of it now, it must've not been that important. More later!

eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Or should I title this "giddy as a freaking schoolgirl"?

I just made the most insane purchase. It's not something I needed, and I don't know why I even walked into the store. When I saw it, I didn't even hold out much hope. I went into a swimsuit store. Gack, I know! However, something pulled me in there. I tried a couple of different suits. The first one fit, but it didn't inspire me to do anything. Then there was the 2nd one I tried.... I stood there in the changing room staring at myself in the mirror for a good long time. I'm sure the clerks were starting to wonder what in the world was going on. Then I texted a couple of friends. I didn't want to take it off! It looked that good on me! I am so stoked! I know, I know, I'll only be able to wear it for one season because of the silly weight loss thing, but this was a total "Go me!" purchase. Finally I can really see results. My waist has returned as has most of my figure. I'm nowhere near svelte yet (in fact, the thighs are definitely gonna need some work now), but I'm ready to show some skin! I may even be willing to post a picture or two.

Can you tell I'm excited?

TGI (almost) F

I can't believe this week isn't over yet. It's been a long one. Work has been hellacious, and like usual, we pull it all off with no problems. It's one of those circular messes: we get thrown way too much work with way to few people to do it, and yet we manage to get it all done. Ergo, why hire anyone else when so few people can do the job??? Yarrgh!!! Whoa, this was not intended to be a rant. Sorry.

Anywho, things are going well still. Still eating well, trying to drink more (actually having trouble getting in my 64oz a day). At this point, I weigh less than I have in probably 10 years at least. I'm thrilled! And today marks 6 weeks since surgery. I celebrated by going to the gym for the first time and hoofing it on the treadmill. Yay me! Needless to say, I tried to stay away from people at choir rehearsal since I went there straight from el gymo. Trust me, I could've been much worse.

I'm just soooooooo glad tomorrow is Friday, and I have a long weekend off. Well, except for having to help host a bridal shower on Saturday. That's a day gone, but it's all worth it! Finally a match of which I approve! Saang even let me pick my own bridesmaid dress--she chose the color. I might actually look cute in it! I just hope I fit in the size I ordered.... =)

a week already?

Wow, I can't believe I haven't blogged since last week. Sorry, I suck. I'll try to make up for it. Hmmm, where did I leave off? Sadly nothing much has really happened. I ended up catching a stomach virus thingamajigger so felt like absolute hooey all weekend. To the point where I got home from work Saturday afternoon and slept on the couch (okay, futon) for four hours. I felt awful for ditching a friend who I haven't seen in ages, but I figure he really didn't want me to hurl on him in a movie theater. Same scenario Sunday: I got up and did the singing thing (had a duet so I couldn't skip out--although I kinda did because at one point I totally forgot to sing--bad naughty mouse!), but I thought I was gonna spew on the priest at the altar after the singing. Needless to say, I came back home and slept on the aforementioned futon for another 3+ hours. This was not good for ingesting protein. I got a little behind, and yet I didn't lose a single pound. Damnation!

This week has been better. I started feeling better Monday night, and I was back to my obnoxious and raring-to-go self by Tuesday (much to the chagrin of my coworkers--I think they liked the break). I even threw something at my boss yesterday. He tried talking to me while I was doing something where I really needed to pay attention, and I almost screwed everything up. Blast him. He got a pad of paper aimed at his chest. Bwa hah hah!!! Today was even better because I got a call this morning and ended up with a lunch "date." Of course I hadn't planned on him paying and all that jazz, but who am I to say no. He doesn't have to pay to put gas in his car. =) We just went to a close local barbeque place, and I tried the pulled pork. I'm happy to say that it is now on the list of things the mouse can eat. Whoot! I keep adding something new almost every day. Things are looking up. I even had some almonds this afternoon!

Yes, things are looking up. I know I left a lot out, but highlights are better than everything. I don't want to bore you all to death and have you never read me again. Happy hump day people!

you'll put your eye out!

Remember that scene in A Christmas Story when Ralphie almost shoots his eye out? Well, that whole scenario came to me this morning while I was driving to work. I wasn't even 3 blocks from my house before someone tried to blind me. I was driving with my driver's side window down (my preferred way to dry my hair on the way to the lab), and I passed a woman out weed-eating her sidewalk area. All of a sudden BAM! flying through my window, hitting my left cheek, and landing on my passenger seat after who knows how many bounces was a little rock. She could've put my eye out! Oh, but it gets better. So I look over for the rock thingy and see this minimally large spider crawl across the passenger seat and down between it and the shifting console. WTF? Is it freak out Naughty Mouse morning or something? Gosh. Anyway, I hope you all found this as entertaining as I did on my way to work this morning.

happy Tuesday

Let me start by wishing a super happy birthday to the H-bomb! Yay for making it another year without killing anyone. =)

Things in my world are awfully boring. I wish I had something fun to post. The most exciting things that happened in the past few days are 1) I bought a grill pan so I can grill fish inside (because me and outdoor grilling is a hilarious display that ends with fire extinguishers), 2) I had yesterday off and did absolutely nothing I should have around the house, and 3) I'm cooking some fresh black eyed peas right now. Funny, all of a sudden I have My Hump all in my head....

Oh, ya, I did get to go to the dentist for the first time in 2 years yesterday. Whoa. I'll be back at the end of the month and then a couple more times after that. Stupid teeth. See, I've got this one cap that I got back in 1991 that needs to be replaced. Funny story how it happened: I had just finished my first year at Sewanee and was waiting for my parents to come pick me up and bring me home. A group of us decided to go out exploring/roving/killing time the night before I was to be retrieved. One girl and I were the only 2 sober people in the crowd, and who's the one who slipped on wet grass and fell down thus biting the concrete sidewalk? Ya, that'd be me. Talk about embarrassing. I had a hard time getting my parents to believe that I wasn't one of the toasted wonders I was roaming with! Anywho, I've had the same cap/veneer since June of 1991. It has served me well. Now I gotta get a new tooth. I feel very ghetto when I say that. Unfortunately, since it is one of the front teeth, insurance sees it as being cosmetic instead of necessary; ergo, they won't pay as much.

Good for me! I found something to blog about after all. Whoot to me!

more about mice

This just cracks me up more than you know.

Neuroscientists at the St. Louis university found male mice burst out in song when they encounter sex pheromones from female mice, The Guardian reported. The songs aren't audible to humans because they are sung at an extremely high frequency. Researchers Tim Holy and Zhongsheng Guo said they made their discovery while testing how male mice responded to sex pheromones. The scientists said within seconds of encountering female mouse urine, the males began emitting ultrasonic songs. The scientists recorded the sounds and then made them audible to the human ear by slowing the audio track and lowering the pitch, while retaining the tempo. Such courtship melodies are common among birds, insects, and frogs, but such behavior in mammals has previously been thought limited to humans, whales and bats. The study appears in the open access journal, Public Library of Science, Biology.

Copyright 2005 by United Press International

why oh why?

Okay, this is another not so chipper post, but it will have a good ending. Promise!

Here's my question of the day: why do I let myself hope for things that are so unreasonable? Do I purposely doom myself? Kinda like when I fell for a married guy--twice. No, I never did anything about it because that would be oh-so-seriously wrong. Maybe I have this mental thing that I only want things I can't have. Like the dream job. That'll never happen again, that's for damned sure. Of course I like where I am now, there's moving-up potential, and it's not a governmental agency. AND we have labs all over the world so there is actual moving potential. Kinda like that Maine idea last summer.... I could even go to South Africa if I got desperate enough for a real move (and see RAH again!). Anyway, I'm just being all conflicted at the moment. Maybe it's hormonal. =) Maybe I just need another sports car. Maybe I need to quit listening to Muse's "Map of the Problematique." Maybe I need a real vacation (not just spending all my "off time" in the frakking hospital). Or maybe I should just make that phone call and quit waiting for it to come to me....

Good ending as promised: got to IM with the Mayboy yesterday. He said he'd bring me some tea. What a great guy. Today he is at the birthplace of Confucius. He said it is up in the mountains in the middle of nowhere. Isn't a lot of China like that? He got to take the bullet train to get there. How cool is that? Ooh! Maybe he'll bring me a panda!

SICK

Okay kids, it's that time again. Time for the naughty mouse to have a little time to rant. Thank you in advance for your patience.

I'm sick of not being able to eat.
I'm sick of not being able to drink without hurting my stomach.
I'm sick of not being able to go out with my friends for these reasons.
I'm sick of my incision sites not healing well.
I'm sick of working too much for too little appreciation.
I'm sick of my cat eating my flip flops and kleenex boxes.
I'm sick of all my close friends going through tough times.
I'm sick of weeding the front flower bed and having the weeds return immediately.
I'm sick of hospital bills.
I'm sick of lots of things.

I really don't know how I'm gonna handle work for the next two weeks. The Mayboy is gone to China. He's only been gone 3 days, and things here already suck. I miss him. I want him to come back soon--and bring me something fun! I am running low on my blooming tea....

Lost

No, I don't even watch it, but if one more person mentions the two hour finale!!! I think I'll spew. That could also be because I'm still having troubles eating and drinking--more so drinking. I guess I'm having one of the bad days, but I'm sick to death of taking a sip of tea and having it do somersaults in my stomach. When will it end???

Okay, thanks for the rant reading. I did have one fun thing happen today. I was sitting at the microscope when one of our couriers came over to me with this shit-eating grin on his face. My first thought is, Oh hell, what did he do this time? Surprisingly, he came over to compliment me on how good I look lately! It was so awesome! Definitely one of the best things that has happened to me in a long while. It really is the little things that make me happy. =) Funny thing was that he went up to a co-worker first and said something to the effect of "is it just me or has she lost A LOT of weight?" To know this guy makes it even funnier! What a sweetie! Forty pounds down, quite a few to go....

Okay, I think I've stayed up long enough after eating my piece and a half of sliced turkey breast. I'm going to read myself to sleep. Whoot! Everyone should really read Peter Sagal's Book of Vice. It's freaking hilarious!

solid again

Well, after my week-o-liquids after the hospital stint, I am back on the solid foods. Again, thanks be to the gods!!! I was getting really tired of my homemade soup from the freezer. Granted, it was really good, but...everyday...every meal? Ugh! Yesterday's lunch was some stir fried tofu and carrots in a brown sauce. Yum! For dinner I was all stoked to go to Outback and get a baked sweet potato ('cause I didn't want to wait the hour plus to bake it myself). Would you believe they don't do them anymore?!? Sonsabitches! Way to ruin a girl's perfectly happy mood. Oh well, I got a plain potato instead. Not the same, but still a helluva lot better than that same soup again.

update-o-rama

Ya ya ya. I've been off the radar for a while. Some of it was completely unintentional and part was due to an out of town "family" matter.

For those of you keeping track of the personal crap I'm dealing with, yes, I was in the hospital again this past week. I was on my way to movie night last Tuesday and needed a quick protein fix. Instead of hitting the Taco Bell drive thru (which I intended) I picked up something full of protein at the CVS when I got a prescription filled. Oh my gawd. Biggest mistake of my heretofore life. What I got was loaded with wheat gluten--a big no no. Gets all big and poofy in the tummy. About 3 hours after eating, I starting getting crampy pains in my abdomen. It kept getting worse and worse until I called the doc's office at 11:30pm (yes, I waited two and a half hours...sometimes I'm not brilliant). He said ER, I called mama, and off we went. I must admit, while it wasn't nearly as busy as the TV show ER, all the people behind the scenes were television worthy in their looks. My main nurse was cute as a freakin' button! Anywho, after about 2 gallons of blood was drawn and a CT scan was performed, I got admitted. Simply put, never again will I think that a semi private room is good enough. I obviously pissed off someone really important to get put in the room with the woman I was placed with. Don't get me wrong, I felt sorry for her and all, but DAMN! Complain much? Not like there was anything I could do about it. I was willing to share my pain meds just to knock her out. Oiy vey! Two nights of babble made me a stronger patient--I would've left that hospital even if I wasn't ready! So I was home Thursday night, back at work for a bit Friday, and back to "normal" on Saturday.

Next exciting thing was leaving town Sunday after singing to head two and a half hours south for a "family" matter. Whirlwind tour of central Texas. I'm home again, and I've had a very emotional 24+ hours. Those who know about it know. I will not elaborate here other than to say that CM is one of the most extraordinary people ever, and the kid is truly amazing. I love that kid. I did find an amazing shortcut though--such a beautiful drive home until I hit the burbs.

it's solid

Yes, kids, I am officially on solid foods. Hell ya! Granted I'm starting with simple things, but the whole idea is exciting. Just have to remember not to take in too much at one time or I feel like I'll burst. Kinda like now, for instance. Nah, just a little full now. I made a tuna spread (ya, not too thrilling), and I had to keep tasting it to get it right spice wise. Trust me, it needed a lot. And instead of using a whole lotta mayo, I used half mayo and half low fat ricotta. Extra protein, baby! That and a lot of Penzey's spices. Thanks be to God for no spice restrictions.

In other news, I sang for the H-bomb's sister's wedding yesterday. I think it went rather well considering I had to sing immediately after the vows were taken. Okay, not that I'm a big softie or anything, but I know these people. I got a smidge teary eyed, and then I had to sing. Wow, that was interesting for the first couple of bars! :'-) Everyone loved it, especially the bride and groom which is what really mattered. Although the H-bomb's huge eye-wink and "rock on!" look almost made me crack up.

Finally, can you believe I actually turned down a lunch date Friday? I got a phone call about 10:30am asking if I could do lunch. Well, since I can't really eat anything good yet (and I looked like ass on a cracker that day), I turned him down. He asked how soon I could go out for lunch, and I estimated a couple of weeks. Let's see what happens then.... Why is it always the waaaaay older men? Meh, who cares! Bring it! He's fun, nice, honest, and uber safe. Case in point, I used to work with him. And I know his boss. Heh heh heh.

Well, I'm off to watch the rest of the Flyers/Penguins game to see who the Stars will play for the Stanley Cup. WHOOT! GO STARS!

2 week update

Well, I made it two weeks. Whoo-hoo! My risk of complications drastically dropped today. Sweeeet (in the Napoleon Dynamite voice, of course). I also decided to make today my first real(ish) food day. Lunch was Bueno--the side of pintos and cheese--and dinner was Friday's--loaded mashed potatoes. Ate half of the lunch and was stuffed. Ate only ~1/3 of the dinner and thought I was gonna die. I think I learned a valuable lesson tonight: bacon is not my friend. At least not yet. Ugh! The good side though? Still no reflux issues, my BP is still in the "normal" range, and I'm officially down 30 pounds. Go me!

In other news, the bride to be will be getting hitched this Saturday (ergo the dinner out--had to skip the rest of the bachelorette party due to tiredness and soreness left over from last night's STOMPING of the Stars over the Red Wings--omg, so worth the pain to be there to see it--but I digress). I finally found out exactly where I have to be at what time on Saturday so I can sing for the bloody affair. Ya, it's a hike, but it'll be worth it for her. Although, the best part was watching her open the gifts at the party tonight. Nothing better than Condom Sense for a good bachelorette gift! Funny, the three "older" friends (including the sister) all had the same idea and shopped at the same place. Gotta love us women! Of course, being sat in a back corner by the men's room drinking our drinks out of penis shaped straws was also a fun part of the evening. The H-bomb kept saying things like "Don't forget your penis!" and "Is that a penis in your mouth?" Wow, we are fun but juvenile! =) Now, they are all out having fun at the dueling piano bar as I type. I'm a little jealous, but my bed is sooooooooooo much more comfy than a bar stool these days. Nightie night, kiddos!

2nd post op visit

I have graduated to full liquids! Hallelujah! I also got the rest of my staples out. Hallelujah! I've even been told I can resume my walking regimen. Will the good news ever end?!?!? Unfortunately, yes. Life goes on. That means I've got to fill out reviews for work, go to the grocery store, and watch the Stars lose to the Red Wings AGAIN. Oh well. At least life goes on!

beautiful Sunday

Wow, today was gorgeous. Too bad I spent most of it in the lab. Silly supervisor can't schedule his way out of a paper bag sometimes. Oh well, not his fault my doc is going to Brazil and can't change my appointment for tomorrow. Thank goodness the May Boy was willing to give up some of his free Sunday time to come in and help me. We got a little more than half of tomorrow's work done today. Yippee.

Now I just have to wait until tomorrow to see what the doc is gonna let me eat. I'm not hungry at all today, and I should be. I've had next to no calories and not nearly enough protein. Oh, and I haven't taken my vitamins yet. Gotta do that.................okay, done. And 10 more calories in me.

I spent my afternoon after work over at mother's watching the local news while they broadcast the news from the field across from her house. Ya, they found a body over there this morning. Really awful Mother's Day for some poor woman. I can't even imagine. Maybe that's why I'm not hungry. Some sort of sadness for the family I never met. Or guilt for having such a loving family. Then I came home and watched Juno for the first time. Even knowing what it was all about, I still got all weepy. It was sweet, beautiful, sad, funny.... Good movie. Really glad I didn't see it in the theater though! I think I'll go and finish my pity party with a little frozen protein treat. And really, it's not that big of a treat, but I've got to eat something.

weekend update

Wow, I feel like crap. I went back to work for the first time this morning. I didn't get there until about 8:25--only an hour later than my best helper ever! Luckily with 2 of us reading slides, we were finished by 2:30. SWEET! Afterward, I went by the grocery store to stock up on some of the stuff I'll be able to eat starting Monday: yogurt, low fat cream soups (an oxymoron?), applesauce, etc. To beat it all, I bought some baby food. Yes, Organic Gerber baby food. Dude, I need some variety and flavor, and I need it now! Anyway, I'll let you all know how the pureed organic sweet potatoes work for me. It's got to be better than the protein drink I've got here with me right now.

Oh, as to why I feel like crap: I think I laughed too much yesterday. Granted, this is not necessarily a bad thing. I did, also, reach a tad too far in reaching for something and carried something on the edge of my weight restriction. Oops. I've learned a valuable lesson in all that. And now, I believe my bed is hearkening to me.

ugh

Don't get me wrong: I love my friends. They are the best ever. However, I spent way too much time today laughing. OMG, my entire abdominal region is sooooooooooo sore! That and it's 10 til 9 and I'm getting ready to hit the hay. Guys, let's try to keep the humor to a minimum for just another week. I am healing from a major surgery, you know! ;-) Guess I'm gonna have to hit the sauce before bed after all. I am doing a great job of weaning myself off that stuff though. Not nearly as much as the days right after the hospital release!

One more week--no more laughing! I mean it.

the "dealio"

Okay okay okay! I give. I finally have time to blog (when my mind is not in a fog from the prescribed post-op pain meds). So for those chomping at the bit, here you go.

I had my surgery a week ago today. Things went very well, and now I am at home recovering for a few more days. I was in the hospital for a couple of days, then I was at my mother's for a few days. Now, I am able to walk, drive, and do all those sundry things people have to do on their own. I'm mostly off the pain meds, and I'm already totally off the blood pressure meds. Whoot! While the doc was in there, he also found a hiatal hernia and repaired that. Since then, I've now had a lick of reflux problem rear its ugly head. Yay! Hopefully the singing will be better sooner than anticipated.

That's about it. Nothing else exciting in my life. I'll update with more when it happens.

for the Heather and addendum

Main Entry: an·ti·pode
Function: noun
plural an·tip·o·des
Etymology: Middle English antipodes, plural, persons dwelling at opposite points on the globe, from Latin, from Greek, from plural of antipod-, antipous with feet opposite, from anti- + pod-, pous foot — more at foot
Date: 1549

1 : the parts of the earth diametrically opposite —usually used in plural —often used of Australia and New Zealand as contrasted to the western hemisphere
2 : the exact opposite or contrary

(from m-w.com)

And the addendum, pretty much right after I posted "antipodes" I got a phone call from my father. He is coming around, and I have his support. Better than that, I know I always have his love and respect. =)

brilliant!

Sometimes I'm not as smart as people think I am. Either that or I completely lack common sense. Case in point: it is almost always cold as an ice box in this lab. I turned on my little under-the-lab-bench space heater. Well, the night time guy keeps it turned toward the edge of the desk. Whatever. I wanted it aimed at my feet. So what did I do? I moved it with the tip of my big toe to change the aim. Ya, my big toe without my shoe. Did you know the surface of those things can get pretty hot? Well, ya. This is your fair warning. Do not touch the surface of a heater without proper insulation.

Duh.

antipodes

You think you have a grasp on things and then WHAM! Out of the blue something happens to make you wonder if you really ever knew anything. My life (for the most part) is really coming into focus for me lately.

I'm having a life altering surgery for the betterment of my health--well, okay, so I can outlive my parents and take care of them instead of the otherway around. Yes, I'm frightened. Yes, I realize my life is totally gonna change. Yes, I'm going to be out of the loop for a short while. But I am happy about this! It will help me continue my singing "career" without being in constant throat pain. It will result in me not having to take meds for my high blood pressure anymore. My rheum says it will help my stupid (at the moment non-extistant) "disorder."

What made me finally listen to the doctors who've been trying to get me to do this for a couple of years? The death of a dear friend. The idea of surgery is gross. I mean, really, who wants to be poked and prodded and sliced and diced? Ok, I know there are people out there who do. Ick, I'm not one of them. I want to be healthy. I want to be able to walk up a flight of stairs without being winded. I want to be able to go to my yoga classes and actually be able to do all the silly poses correctly. I want to go to sleep without hearing my heart pounding in my ears. I want to be able to sit on an airplane and not feel guilty that the person next to me is loathing sitting by me. I want to be healthy. Lisa always said our health was something we should take care of while we had the chance. I have the chance, and I'm taking it.

No matter what anyone else thinks. I'm doing this for me!

You all know that I tend to overreact at times. Hell, I'm a woman! That's what I do! :) Anyway, the HSBF actually was sick yesterday morning. We ended up doing movie, dinner, and the Stars game (watching on tv, not going). We also had a really great talk. Again! Go fig. Simply put, there is no way he and I will work as a couple again. Mainly because of the, oh, about, 2000 miles of distance between us. I feel good about it. That and with all the health stuff I've got going on in the next month or so, I really don't need to be starting something new. However, we both admitted how wonderful it was to spend the day together. Kinda like falling back into your bed from childhood--all snug and warm and comfortable. Oh well. Such is life. Full of temptations and conundrums. Funny that my horror-scope today was the following: "Your romantic life may not be too exciting now, but you have worked long and hard to create the current stability in your life. Instead of trying to turn things upside down again, chill out enough to enjoy the pleasures available to you. Letting your true feelings out of the bag can stir up more than intended, so it may be wise to be patient for a while longer. " Hahahahahaha! What an understatement!

Sunday

Well, friends. it is Sunday. This is the day I'm supposed to be seeing the HSBF again for brunch and whatever followed. We'd talked about a museum or the Nasher or the aquarium. It is now 15 minutes past the time he'd agreed to pick me up. When I got home from church, I had a message (a text actually) that he was feeling not up to snuff so could we put brunch off a bit. MY first thought was "well, then it might as well be dinner at this point." I responded politely for him to let me know what he wanted to do. I have heard nothing from him yet. This is, unfortunately, probably a good thing. This way, I've already had my hopes dashed a little bit, and I really have no more expectations. In fact, I'm quite bit pissed. I could've stayed out later last night! =)

Anyway, thanks to those who were thinking happy thoughts for me today. I think I know where I stand.

long time, no post

Sorry kiddos. I've been so wrapped up in my little world that I seem to have forgotten about the land of blogdom. Anyway, this is what's going on with me lately....

Monday started off with a phone call from the father proffering tickets for the Tuesday night Stars game. Man, he didn't even have to finish the question before I accepted. Then he told me to bring two friends. I barely mentioned it at the lab before my two buds up there absolutely jumped at the chance to go. Whoot! We had a blast and sat so close we could see the studly men sweating. *swoon* Unfortunately, they lost. Damn. Then to make it all worse, afterward when I got home Wange called freaking out because someone had hit her baby car in the garage. Didn't leave a note or anything. Bastard! Of course, I felt guilty even though it was not my fault. Oh well. Thank goodness for insurance.

Speaking of insurance, I had to go for my stress echo today. I swear to Buddha, I haven't had my left breast touched that much in...well, a really long time! All that ultrasounding took forever, but at least the guy doing it was hot. I guess it should have been disconcerting, but hey, it's his job. I'm just glad my breasts are still somewhat young and perky! I can only imagine some of what he has to deal with. I think what made it extra interesting was the talk of dating the whole time this was going on. Go fig! I actually considered asking him what he was doing after work! He was funny.

Then on the way home, another uber random thing happened. We all know that the logo for Dodge is the stylized ram's head, and we all know what it has been likened to look like. So, I'm leaving the hospital and I get behind this truck. It's got the logo on the back, but it is all painted over patriotic-like with an American flag. Let me tell you, a shiny red ram's head looks amazingly like a vagina. I was so disgusted! I had to call Wange to tell her about it (she's a total car person). Man, did we laugh like crazy women!

So there. Those are the high points of my week. Enjoy!

am I a hex?

I apologize to all my friends for all their problems. I'm starting to think that bad things happen to people I care deeply about. I know it's not the case, but one can't help but feel guilty when things are just starting to go well for one's self and everyone else's lives fall apart. I have one friend who lost his wife, one who is getting ready to go through a terrible divorce after near financial ruin, one who got laid off with no warning (after a cross country move no less), and another whose father died with no warning. I wish I could make everyone's pain go away. If any of you need anything, please ask--I'll do whatever I can in my power to help you.

I love you all!

Tuesday

Well, I'm back in big D. Blech. I miss my god daughter and BFF!

I had a rather longish chat last night with the HSBF. It started off normal, but things got a little too comfortable and things were said that confused me. Then he had to ditch me to talk to his most recent ex. Strange. When I got to work this morning, I saw my horror-scope for the day. The clarity you had about your feelings for someone is dissolving a little bit today, but have no fear. This confusion you will be experiencing is a totally normal part of the deliberation process. You have come across new information about them, and it is only natural that this revelation makes you think twice about who you thought they were. No one is perfect, so if you thought they were, you now know you were wrong. Can you still accept them, once you've seen their imperfections. Strange. But then, I know he's not perfect. No one is. I just hoped for more....

the glorious Hill Country

Ah, Fredericksburg, how I love thee!

I don't think I realized exactly how desperately I needed to get away--if even for a long weekend. The past couple of days have been a great respite for my soul. I got to spend time with a dear friend (who actually needed me more than I needed her for once) and the most beautiful little red-headed girl this side of, um, well anywhere! Yesterday the kiddo had a dance recital in Kyle, so most of the day was spent going to and from there. Last night, KB and I hit the town and sat under the sparkling stars while listening to local guitarists play in a bar. Stars, music, Shiner Black, and good conversation. It was a night to remember! I even got hit on by some super cute little young thing (good for my waning ego!). This morning, we actually got up fairly early (considering how late we were out last night), did the breakfast thing, sat on the patio, then hit the road for Lukenbach. What a place! I'd forgotten how ridiculously small it is! For awhile we wandered by a creek and watched the fishlets swim under the huge live oaks filled with Spanish moss. The really funny thing about this side trip was that I got hit on again by some other random cutie. Go fig! KB keeps trying to get me to move down here, so maybe she just planted these guys.... Nah! After that, we came back to town, did the lunch thing, then took the kiddo to some friend's Bday party at the market platz. It would've been a great day had the fire siren not gone off 30 minutes into the party. Keep in mind, this is a tiny town so the fire department is all volunteer. Somewhere there was a fire, so they had to call in the guys--with the loudest siren I've ever heard. Now, after a night of dinner and Scrabble (which is not the best game for a 7 year old to join in), I'm off to bed. I dread having to drive home the 5 hours tomorrow, but there is only so long the boys can take care of themselves.

My soul has been refreshed.

but wait...there's more!

Yes, once again I have found yet another reason hockey is a superior sport. I've got the Stars/Coyotes game on while I'm cleaning the kitchen and getting ready for my F'burg trip tomorrow. The announcers were talking about how the different players bring different things to the game. One of the announcers (Razor) said of one player (I can't remember it verbatim, but the important words remain): "He brings a sagacity of having been in the league for a long time." Sagacity? C'mon! How many footballers or wrestlers (much less their fans) know what in the world that means.

I love hockey. And I think I'm in love with Razor. *swoon*

randomness

Well, it's the end of hump day, and I thought I share some of my random thoughts.

You know you've had too much coffee to drink when you can smell coffee when you pee.
You know you live in Texas when you use the a/c on Monday and the heater on Wednesday of the same week.
I've come to really enjoy chatting online. I can be doing other things around the house, walk past and type something, then keep doing what I'm doing. (yes, I'm new to the 21st century, leave me alone)
I think my clothes have multiplied. I've been trying to go through and "sort" (keep, donate, trash), but the pile never ends. Ergo, the clothes must be self replicating.
As much as I trash Walmart for its icky stores by me and bad employee relations, I love the fact that I can go there on my lunch break and buy a $3 Starter sweatshirt (necessity this week due to the ever-changing TX weather and lack of news watching).
It is good for the soul to get away from work at least once every two weeks for a relaxing lunch (away from the hell with fluorescent lighting).
Why is it when you clean a spot on the carpet you realize what color your carpet should be? Think I'll be calling the professional carpet cleaners soon....

Well, that should be enough to keep you kiddos entertained for a while!

mmm, towel time

It's rare that I have time to relax after a shower. Normally I've got to rush off to work or choir or somewhere else. Tonight, I have ~30 minutes for "towel time." It's that time where you get out of the shower, towel off the body and towel dry the hair, and then lounge in said towel until you are good and air dried. This is the time I relish. Time to think or not. Time to meditate. Time to futz on the computer and describe "towel time" if I desire. :-)

The only thing I really have to do is keep the cat from biting my ankles.

the little things

Simple things really can make life a little more bearable. Yesterday when I was at WF getting my chair massage, I decided that I needed flowers. I hit their little floral area and picked up some bright red gerber daisies and some white basic daisies. It ended up being enough for 2 vases worth. That made me smile.

Then at work, I recently found a streaming radio station that rocks ass!!! It's a station out of Cleveland (yes, as in Ohio) that plays nothing but "alternative." Since I found it, I haven't heard so much Sublime, Tool, Primus, etc in ages! And really, what makes the day better than a blast of the Beastie Boys?

lost

This is a story Lisa would've gotten a huge kick out of. I'll share it with you all!

I had an appointment this morning with my rheumatologist. I hadn't been there since October, but I really thought I knew where I was going. I was a smidge late because of traffic, but I called to let them know (left a message). I parked, walked the quarter mile to the building, and took the elevator the the 6th floor. Ya, um, the office wasn't there. Maybe I had remembered the incorrect floor. So, I took the stairs down to the 5th floor. Nope, not there either. WTF? By this time I was about 15 minutes late. I took the elevator to the 8th floor (the top floor) and took the stairs all the way down stopping at every floor to check the list o' docs on the floor. Nope, my rheum wasn't anywhere to be found. Fine, I called the office, but they still weren't answering. I power walked (in non-power walking approved shoes) to the hospital information dude to ask "Where is my doctor?!?" Ya, obviously, he moved his office. Arrgh! I now had to walk another quarter mile to another building (I know all the distances because they have mile markers--go fig). By the time I finally got there, I was 20 minutes late and had some serious shin splints. At least everything, rheumatologically speaking, is fine with me. Just the routine lab work to make sure I'm still in the immunosupressant therapy free zone.

Oh, and then I had to bolt to the allergist. Would you believe they won't give me my serum if I haven't been in to see the doc in over a year? How rude! Thank goodness for days off so I can be poked and prodded and asked all sorts of stupid questions. (them: "Are you having any respiratory problems?" me: "Well, yes. Since I couldn't get my danged allergy shots from you people and it's spring in Texas, I can't quit sneezing.") Gosh, some people.

Happy pollinating!

R.I.P. Lisa

I cannot think of enough words in the English language to describe how much I love Lisa. She was kind, fair, giving, honorable, generous, beautiful, witty, a true friend. I will miss her so much. I can't believe she was just at my house a few weeks ago playing Trivial Pursuit and Dirty Minds. What fun we had! She finally succumbed to the battle so many people fight against cancer. She fought a brave and valiant battle, and she never complained. She was much more worried about how everyone else was doing. She never had a "pity me" attitude. She took the diagnosis and fought from the beginning. It is hard to find anyone with as many positive qualities as she had.

Please keep her husband, family, and friends in your thoughts and prayers. We all know she is in a better place and no longer in pain, but it doesn't make her passing any easier to accept. She will be missed and loved always. She will always be my role model for how to live an honest and true life.

Rest in peace, Lisa.

work

*slowly and continually banging head against desk*

They keep saying they are going to hire more people to help pick up our serious work overload. They keep promising to help. Lies, I tell you!!!

Thank you for your time and attention.

I am pathetic

At least I admit it! It's not even 8pm, and I'm fighting to stay awake. Ergo, I will blog. This has been such a long and crazy week so far. I guess it started Sunday night when the new guy and I did dinner and a movie. We saw There Will Be Blood (whoa, I can see why DDL got his Oscar--uber creepy), and it wasn't out until after midnight. Then on the way home I saw a terrible wreck (even heard about it on the news the next morning) and was jolted into a very wakeful state. I was up til about 1:30am. Waaaaaaay to late for a school night or a work night. I still made it to work nice and early Monday. Then for the past two nights, the asswipe (nee "new guy") and I were on the phone fighting until kinda late. It got to the point last night that I hung up on him. He called me back and asked if I had hung up. My response? "Yes. Why yes I did." It got worse after that. So much so that he told me I should look into prostitution since I like to screw people over (not quite the words used, but this is a public forum). Ya, needless to say, he is history. Some people! Meh, he was only supposed to be the rebound guy anyway. Can two weeks be considered rebound enough after seeing someone else for a number of months? I think so.

Well, I killed a good ten minutes here. I think I'll brush, floss, and move it into the bedroom. Maybe I'll fall asleep watching the Stars game. If my dad can do it, so can I!

idiots of the world unite

Wow, do I feel stuuuuuuuuuuuupid. I was so proud of myself Friday night. I stayed home and did my taxes. I pulled the disc out of the envelope thingy, downloaded it on the computer, and proceeded to fill in all the appropriate boxes. I got confused a couple times, like many people do, about some of the questions it was asking me. For example, why does it care if I used my car for business in 2005? Really? Okay, whatever. I figure the program knows what it is doing. I finally finished the thing, and it wanted to save itself as "2006 taxes" or something like that. I changed the file name to "2007 taxes" thinking it was just a fluke. No, no fluke. I did my taxes for the wrong year. DOH! Wow. I truly am showing my blonde roots these days.

And no, I have not redone the taxes for the correct year yet. I'm still too cranky.
=)

my poor little man!

Today was totally traumatic for Thomas. It started with being rudely awakened (serves him right for all the times he's done it to me though), quickly fed, then being shoved in a small plastic box with a wire door. The carrier. Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn! He'd followed me all around yesterday straining (if you get my drift). Since he's always had this chronic cystitis, I thought I'd run him by the friendly vet. Once there and in the cage, he immediately set to growling. This is why he has a "Caution" sticker on his file and cagecard. The boy bites. I got the call right at noon that he was not blocked (thank God!), his bladder was very small and extremely sore, and he's gonna be on drugs for the next 3 weeks. Fine I can handle that. What freaked me out was his attitude, or "cattitiude," when I went to pick him up. He's never been extremely keen on going to the vet, but this was the worst ever. He wouldn't let me near him. He cowered in the back of his cage growling and hissing. It took me a good 15 minutes to calm his butt down and get him back in his carrier. On the way home, it got worse. He started drooling uncontrollably, shaking, and panting. Totally freaked me out. I was so worried something might happen before I got him home. Of course once I did, I got him inside, wiped all the foamy drool off of his mouth and nose, and he was fine. Ran to the food bowl as a matter of fact. I'm glad he's going to be okay. I do worry about that little satanic spawn.

DOH!

I had a total "oh no" moment today. I was to meet my madre for lunch at 11:30am. I walked out my door and saw that I had left my sunroof open all night. Just a crack, but with the torrential rain we had.... Crikey. Thank goodness for leather seats. I came back in, got a towel, and started the clean up procedures. Luckily it wasn't too bad. I actually think my visors got the worst of it.

Second strangeness to happen today was running into my old QC person from my "prior job." It was strange. I saw him in the Target and cleverly avoided him. I mean, what do you say to someone who saw you go through all sorts of hell for a job? I did well until I hit the parking lot. I'm one of those people who absolutely must return the cart to the "returned cart place." When I did, he was walking right toward me. There was no avoiding him this time. He said hello first, and we had a minimal nice chat. I must admit that the best part of it was seeing the guilty look on his face, like he knew he'd done something wrong. I'm not going into the saga here, but if you know me well enough, you know it. It was vindication! Made up for the cold wet butt I'll have the rest of the day from my car. ;-)

success!

Well, I made it through the week from hell. Just barely I might add. It got even more interesting with the snow that hit north Texas (twice in one week, and by the end of this week they are saying we'll be close to 90 degrees--ahh, TX weather). I'm dealing with a killer headache I've had since Friday. I can't decide if it's sinus crap or just stress. I do believe it's a little of both. Really though, I just want it to go away.

Don't really have much I can put down here. Just thought I should do the online check in sorta thing. Oh, one thing! The paternal side of the family took me out for dinner Saturday night for the last birthday hurrah. In the card from my father was a "voucher" for 3 days/2 nights at a resort in the hill country. Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet! I can't wait to get away for a weekend. I need it. Now is when all of my friends start playing their cards right in hopes of accompanying me. =)

Peace out.

must...stay...awake!

I am so farking tired I can hardly stand it. This is the week of training hell. The shortest day I've had yet this week was today, and it was 10.5 hours. I feel like I've gotten bombarded with parasite facts. The doc leading it all is FANTASTIC! He's a wealth of knowledge, a good instructor, and funny as hell. Unfortunately, by the end of today, I became unable to retain any of the new knowledge. It's like I'm a baseball catcher alone with multiple pitchers--catching everything thrown at me until my hands are full and I start dropping stuff and having new facts bounce off of me. Arrgh! Now I'm home, futzing on the internet, watching bad tv, and trying to kill time to stay awake. Of course I do have to be back at work at 6am. That's in just under 12 hours. I'm hoping to stay up until 8. Wish me luck.

Tuesday

Ugh. It's early. Yesterday I was at work by 5:30am, and today I was here by 6am. Unfortunately, today there is nothing to do yet. I'm sitting around twiddling my thumbs. I've got about 10 minutes before the first set of samples will be ready to read. Joy. So I thought I'd post a little blog to pass the time.

The rest of my birthday on Sunday was wonderful. Had a couple friends join me for a wonderful dinner of bloody cow and cake. Afterward, I got home and talked on the phone for almost an hour (instead of going straight to bed). Then there was yesterday. My alarm went off at 4:15am. Ya, I hit snooze a little longer than intended, but I was still here in plenty of time to get stuff started. I worked my butt off (figuratively) until 8am then went over to the training. Whenever we had a "coffee break," I came back in the lab to see if there was anything I could do. The workday didn't end until 5pm. Eleven and a half hours of poop and parasites. Wow. And now I get to do it all again today!

There was one huge bright point in my day yesterday--dinner with ma madre. Once again, I had birthday dinner. Nice how I can drag this out for so long! She took me to a fabulous little place and I ate more birthday cow. Mmmmm! Cow! I also decided to start with a glass of champagne. What better reason to celebrate other than myself? =) By the time I got home though, I was wiped out. I was dead to the world by 10:15pm. And let me tell you how much it sucked when the alarm went off this morning at 4:30am. I may actually skip my free training dinner tonight just so I can get some sleep.

Happy Texas Independence Day!

Some days are just better than others. Today is a good day so far. Usually, I'm uber depressed as hell around my birthday. Just ask my friends; they'll agree. Today has been the best birthday since the one 6 years ago. It all started yesterday.

Yesterday I did have to work, but the boy bought me Vietnamese lunch. YUM! We finished up early (granted, I was there at 7:45am), so I rocked on home for a quick nap before the night. Pretty much as soon as a got to sleep, my phone ran. It one of my BFFs who is getting married in August. She was at a store about to buy a wedding dress. Yes, it was the second time she'd tried it on but damn! You can't buy a dress without someone seeing you in it first! I flew outta bed, took the quickest shower in my personal history, and was at the store in 40 minutes. She looked beautiful so I approved the purchase. Granted, even if it'd been heinous, she was so happy and smiley I would've approved anyway. Then I let her bring me every bloody bridesmaid dress in the place for me to try on. Surprisingly, we found one that worked. Two scores in one afternoon! Then to make it even better, we wrapped it up there and went to the Stars game. They may have lost, but it was good game nonetheless. That and some random guy hit on me on the DART train.

Today, I was awakened at 7am by my father calling to sing happy birthday. Joy. I made it back to sleep and the phone rang again. This time, however, it was a personalized ring. It was my long lost buddy from South Africa! What a total sweetie! Then I did the singing thing at church, got a birthday "blessing," and went over to Mother's after to clip the talons off one of her cats. While there, she gave me the gift I've been begging for--a new stand mixer!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!! Color me super excited! I came home and proceeded to clean my kitchen and wrangle up all the stray newspapers in the house for recycling. Here I sit blogging, and when I'm finished I'm gonna take a nap and go to dinner with friends this evening. Just about a perfect day.

Addendum: The day has just been made perfect. I got flowers from the HSBF. I needed that.

If only I didn't have to be at work tomorrow morning at 5am. Ugh!

yargh!

Why can't people listen to me? Sometimes I really do know what I'm talking about. Take my job. Sometimes people do things a little bit incorrectly but not so much that it's wrong. I try to offer my help/insight/suggestions; it gets completely dissed. For example, I really know my shit. Hahaha. Sorry, fecal humor. Anyway, I know my parasites and their ova quite well. Somethings look a lot alike and are only differentiated by size. One of my peeps keeps calling something that I would swear on the mother of Buddha is wrong. Well, not technically wrong, but not technically right either (same genus, different species--they are medicinally treated the same). I finally had a prefect example of the "wrong" one today, told this other person about it, saved the slide, asked if they wanted to look at it, etc. Why do I bother? I might as well have said that my left buttock was on fire. GAH!

peace at last

For the first time in years, I feel really good. I mean, really good! This past weekend was one of the most soul cleansing experiences of my entire life. It rivals the 5 days alone on a beach the Maldives or the 3 days alone touring the moors of Yorkshire. Normally, I have to be alone to have a truly extraordinarily life changing moment. It is usually some sort of fight with an inner demon that I must battle on my own. This weekend, it took a man and a horse. (Hbomb, get your mind outta the gutter, you freak.) I thank them both.

The dinner with the HSBF went so much better than expected. Granted, I'm not sure what I expected. Some of you know, some of you don't--it's not something I broadcast--but he and I had probably one of the worst breakups in the history of breakups. Of course, that's coming from someone who was a part of it! There were accusations of cheating, lying, and faithlessness. Of those, only one was true. And it was true on both of our parts--faithlessness. Friday night, everything was brought into the open for once and for all. We both told the whole truth, and we believed each other for the first time. I didn't expect to have a crying fest, but it was so good to get it all out. After all those years, he still wiped away my tears. I'll probably never see him again (as he lives half a continent away), but that's okay. We made our peace.

Yesterday it was too beautiful not to go riding. I drove what seemed like eternity up to Denton to meet up with a colleague from work. Keep in mind I've been riding English for most of my life. Her horses are all Western trained--cutting and roping horses. I was amazed how different all the cues were. It was all reins over the neck and leg cues--no bit work. I spent a good 30 minutes (at least) in the training ring proving to my friend's husband that I knew what I was doing. I had to learn all the new cues, and he was a FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC instructor. I think I learned more from him in 30 minutes than I did in 2+ years of lessons. Maybe that was because it was one on one, maybe it was because the horse was so good, maybe it was just fate. When we finally headed out for the trail, I was so glad I wore long sleeves. We kinda made our own trails since it was so mucky down there by the river bottom. I've never been so tormented by mesquite and honey locust trees. The latter is definitely worse--thorns up to 3 inches long! My big, bad gelding was so good at letting me guide him around the low hanging stuff when possible. Unfortunately, most of the time it was just put the head down to his neck and let him pick his way through the underbrush. We even ran into some wild cattle out there! It was so refreshing to sit back, and let Takota go. He had such a great canter, wait, umm, I mean lope (this was Western after all) and a fairly smooth trot. He only kicked once, but his ears warned me ahead of time. They told me to let them know when was good for me to come out and ride again. I can't wait!

So there you go--my fantabulous weekend in a nutshell. My most sincere thanks to all who were a part of it!

here I wait

Well, the dinner is tonight. In fact my HS ex should be here in about 5 minutes. I am such a dork. For some strange reason, I'm uber nervous. Could it because he once again looks as good as he did back then while I don't? Am I afraid of what bad times we'll talk about? Or am I just scared he'll look at me and think "man, what was I ever thinking?" I guess I should pay attention to the door. The itunes is up rather loud! We'll see what tonight holds....

Blargh!

Things are so confusing right now. I have things going on at work that I can't even begin to describe. The xy and I are officially kiboshed. My ex from highschool/college is going to be in town tomorrow, and we're going out to dinner. I found out today that I will be working 12-13 hour days for one whole week during a training session. I can't attend the training and not do the work. Then there is the whole going back to school to finish that danged masters degree that will start soon. I'm sure I'm forgetting something, but if I seem a little flighty lately, this is why. Sorry to keep this so short. Take care y'all!

Now, I need a nap before I go get my hair cut.

Sleep

I just wanted to share with you all one of my all-time favorite songs. I recommend you all find it and give it a listen. It is amazing what beautiful music can do to dreary day and a dreary mood. I'm on my second repeat of it right now....

Sleep
original poem written by Charles Anthony Silvestri
musical setting: Eric Whitacre

The evening hangs beneath the moon,
A silver thread on darkened dune.
With closing and eyes and resting head,
I know that sleep is coming soon.

Upon my pillow, safe in bed,
A thousand pictures fill my head.
I cannot sleep, my mind's a-flight;
And yet my limbs seem made of lead.

If there are noises in the night,
A frightening shadow, flickering light;
Then I surrender unto sleep,
Where clouds of dream give second sight.

What dreams may come, both dark and deep,
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep,
As I surrender unto sleep.

waiting on the centrifuge

I thought I would take these 10 minutes to blog a bit. It's a gross, dreary, cold, rainy Saturday here in Texas. I have to admit that I am enjoying it. It fits my mood. No, I'm not depressed or anything, I'm just blah. Part of me is happy, another part sad, and bits of me are hopeful.

I am happy because the Boy is here at work with me today. He and his girlfriend had their valentine's dinner last night (couldn't do it Thursday because she had to study for a test on Friday--I like this girl!). He got her a necklace, and she got him an Xbox 360. Dang! Granted, today is his birthday, too, so she got a combo gift. Still! That's awesome! They are the epitome of young love. It's a great thing to see. He's over working in the hood with his laptop playing the valentines music mix he made for them. How sweet!!!

I'm sad because I'm sitting here listening to all the songs about happiness, love, devotion, and all that crap. I'll get over it. I still have not heard from the xy yet. A girl at work had the idea that maybe something happened and he couldn't call--like he was in an accident or something. I'm gonna doubt that. The odds are waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay to low. Of course if that is the case, I'll be even more distraught because of my lack of faith in him. But hey. At this point, I gotta look out for number one.

I am hopeful because I finally got a call from my old thesis professor. It looks like I'll be restarting the masters work come June (or August depending on my student status now--I may have to do the reapplication thing since it's been a little over a year since he and I tried this before). I really want to finish this degree! Not only because it will mean that I will have one more degree than my father. Not even because it will make me more marketable or make me more money in the long run. I want to do it to prove to myself that I can finish something I started.

Well, timer just went off on the centrifuge. Gotta get back to work. Happy Saturday you guys!

and so goes the Hallmark holiday

Sometimes I wonder. Who was the idiot that invented "Valentine's Day" as it stands today? It actually has some mysterious origins involving a martyred Saint Valentine. Whatever. I don't see why it had to become so commercialized. Granted, it doesn't piss me off as much as the over commercialization of Christmas, but it's definitely second on my list.

In my life I have had one, yes only one, truly memorable and thoughtful Valentine's Day gift/token from a boyfriend. I'm sorry, but the gifts from friends and parents don't count. At least according to all the commercials, stores, and internet. I can't remember the last VDay I spent with a "significant other." This year, I didn't even get a phone call. I'm sorry, but in my book, that is inexcusable. I'm sorry if someone is having "problems" or "difficulties" or whatever you want to call them. How hard is it to pick up a phone and say "Hi! Happy Valentine's Day. Sorry I can't really talk long, but I wanted you to know that I respect you enough to call." Really, is it hard? No more excuses for that one. If there is to be any sort of reconciliation, there's gonna be a lot of begging on his part. Not only me, but everyone deserves better than that.

And then to memorialize the Valentine's Day Massacre of 1929, some idiot has to go and kill five students in Illinois. What is wrong with the world? I thank God again for all my friends and family whom I love. I hope that if one of them were that disturbed, I would know. Nothing is worth any death like that. My prayers go to the families of those students and those left wounded.

By the way, that one terrific gift was 17 years ago.

Dang, I'm pathetic. I still hate the pms.

pms can bite the big one

I am so sick of this Valentines BS on the TV, radio, print media, internet...it's EVERYWHERE!!! Is this to make those of us who can't spend one freaking day out of the year with that "one special person" miserable? You never hear of the Arbor Day or Columbus Day Massacre do you? Do you??? It was prolly all those women who had their hearts broken by Hallmark that caused that little bit o' history.

Ack!!! PMS sucks.

wtf?

So while I was out driving all over creation today, I saw the most interesting thing. I was stopped at a stoplight waiting to cross over a highway. Anyone want to guess what else was stopped and waiting next to me? Two old men on unicycles. Yes, unicycles. One had a long grey moustache and the other a mini version of a ZZ Top beard. Of all the people you expect to be on unicycles, these were the two least likely. What a trip.

Okay, it is entirely too hard to type with a bandage on the tip of my right middle finger (you should see all the typos I'm correcting as I go). Ergo, I'm outta here for the day. I've got a little screwing to do around the house. Get your mind outta the gutter! I've got a couple new faceplates to put on the walls. Gosh, you people....

post massage

Mmmm, warm.
Content.
So happy now. And a little sleepy.
*yawn*
Bed would be comfy. *sigh* Drool.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

3rd post today!

Okay, if I could gather all my thoughts at once, I wouldn't be me. Dude, it sometimes takes me 4 attempts to leave my house in the morning because I keep leaving things. Just ask my mother. She used to laugh at me because of it. Now on to business.

This is a shout out to my new crack dealers. Winny, if you read this, it is all your fault that I am now addicted to Puffs Plus with Vicks. Man, that stuff is da bomb!

And for people keeping up with my nasal health, I finally used that damnable contraption called a neti pot today. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but it is a creepy ass feeling to have warm saline flowing back behind your nose. Soothing and warming, but uber creepy. I bought it two weeks ago, opened it one week ago, and finally used it tonight. Not bad for me. It took me years and years of convincing to get contacts.

Peace out!

and by the way...

It is soooooooooooo hard to get into the no meat on Fridays during Lent thing. I swear to Buddha that it's a test from God. I crave meat much more often on Fridays. Why? Oh why?!?! I'm so tempted. Luckily tonight I gave in and only had shrimp. If the Catholics don't think it's a meat, neither do I!

end of the week

Finally, I am at home. I don't have to go back to work until Tuesday. I can feel the weight lifting. However, check out the horrorscope for today:

Your feelings are close to the surface, making you more vulnerable today than usual. One tactic is stoicism, where you deny your sensitivity and avoid the crucial issues. The other strategy, however, is showing up as you are and sharing your less-than-rational side. Once you realize that you don't need to hide your emotions, your inner strength will also shine.

Funny how these things can seem so appropriate sometimes. With the constant work for 2 weeks, lack of communication with the XY, craziness at work, and hormones, I admitted to a friend at work that I was feeling extra sensitive. Then I read the above. I couldn't help but laugh! This weekend will help a lot. Tomorrow is a massage (after taking one of the babies to the vet to check his blood pressure and heart murmur--I know, but he's my baby!). Sunday is a whole lotta nothin'. Then Monday I'm going riding with a friend from work. Riding as in horseback not bicycling or motorcycling. My God! I'm so excited! I plan to be back to my as-normal-as-usual self by Tuesday. Granted, it ain't always that normal! =)

almost tgif

Wow. Almost a whole week since I blogged. Where does the time go? Oh ya, it goes to work. So here are a few things that have happened to me within the past week:

Last Saturday I had a little game night thingamajigger at my place. It was so much fun, but MY GOD people were here until almost 1am. That either really shows my age or my dedication to my choral job Sunday mornings. At about 12:30am I mentioned how late it was. Everyone seemed shocked that it was so late. That, my dears, is the sign of a good party.

Then there was Sunday. After church and lunch with a long lost friend, there was no rest for the weary. Half of Winny had a birthday (happy 35th!) so we all met at their place for Super Bowl/birthday festivities. During the half time, we flipped over to Guitar Hero (my 1st time to play--not too bad for a first time--84% correct) and had birthday pie. Yes, pie. As soon as the game was over--and what a fantastic 4th quarter it was!--I booked it home to watch House. Yes, I'm addicted to Hugh Laurie. Anyone who can act on a medical drama and Black Adder has my vote any day.

The work week was that. A week of work. Funny thing was that I've been "off" all week. Wednesday I thought it was Thursday. Today I thought it was Friday. I'm gonna be pissed tomorrow when I wake up and have to go to work. Doesn't help that "management" is going through a phase. I cannot wait for Saturday to arrive. I did have one unexpected happy moment this morning though. Someone brought all their leftover Christmas chocolates to work and left them on the break table. Normally that wouldn't really thrill me. HOWEVER, there were Andes mints in the mix. Hell ya! Those were the best 10 minutes of my day. *remembers the minty goodness and smiles wistfully*

So, now it's Lent. Time for fasting, reflection, contemplation, and other lenty things. I hope you all take this time to focus on what is really important in your lives. You are all my dear friends, and I love you all! Thank you for being a part of my life. =)

tgif

Not a whole lot to report, but I just thought I'd let y'all know what little is going on in my little world.

P. Whitey is not gonna make it. Beside the fact that he's not a paperwhite (okay, so I never claimed to be botanist) but an amaryllis, he didn't like being outside in 50mph winds. I'd insert a picture here, but it'd just be too sad. Poor leaves just dangled across the flower bed. *insert sobbing here*

I made yet another horsey friend today. You tell one person how to work with parasites and they invite you out to ride with them. Brilliant!

If you have a weak stomach, stop reading here. Most of you know that I just got over a kick ass case of bronchitis. Well, I really thought something was coming back. I'd been getting all sinusy the past couple of days, and my right maxillary sinus was in total pain. Then I started getting the green goo outta my nose. Finally today while I was at work, it got worse. Damn. I finally snorked up a golfball sized snot globber. Being in the lab, I took advantage of what was at my disposal. I made a smear, stained it, and looked at it under the microscope. Tons of neutrophils but no eosinophils. Some sort of infection but not an allergy problem. Luckily, there was no bacteria seen. Funny. I felt incredibly better after that, and the sinus pain is all but gone. Go fig.

27 hideous dresses

Why do I let myself go to chick flicks??? They are either uber stupid or cause me great grief when I get home. I will admit, 27 Dresses was much better than I anticipated. I even debated ditching the friends since I was sleepy after my first day back at work. But they are my friends. I suffer for them. Pity me. ;-) Anyway, where was I? Oh ya, the girly movie. There were the couple of places I really wanted to bust out weeping but didn't. There were places I had to wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes. Then I leave, get in my car, and I just about lose it. WTF? I'm such a girl sometimes!!! Is it hormones? Is it age? Some sort of strange combination? I used to never cry at movies. Ask my mother; she'll tell you all about how while growing up I could watch Miracle on 34th Street with a totally straight face. Not anymore. I've even found myself getting teary while watching Hallmark or long distance commercials. And don't even mention the coffee commercial where the son comes home to surprise his family. That kills me!

So now I'm home trying to undo all the estrogen damage while watching the Stars kick some Canuck bootie. Wish me luck.

Monday Night Fun!

What do you do for fun on a Monday night? After I got home from my growth group meeting, I was kicking back with my fave Law and Order on TNT and brewing a pot of tea. All of a sudden I heard this *CRASH!* from the kitchen. WTP? Both of the cats are in the TV room with me. So I go into the kitchen and saw that my paperwhite had tried to commit suicide again. This poor plant has gotten waaaaay too big for the bitty pot it came with, and it jumped (for the 3rd time now) off of the window sill. Fine! I'll replant you outside. I've been trying to wait for it to get warmer, but I don't think P. Whitey wants to wait. Poor guy's gotten two feet tall while in the kitchen window. I only hope it can survive the crap ass move it got tonight. Keep in mind, I can't find my spade, it's too late to borrow Mother's, it's dark, and all I can find is a stick. Here's the result:



Note the stick helping to hold up the poor weak leaves. I hope that maybe I can get him a little deeper into the soil tomorrow when there is light. Poor P. Whitey! I wonder if he'll ever bloom?