Just being a little vain here

I mean it's not like I created the background or header....

But can I just say that I am seriously loving both! They are so awesome! In my oh so humble opinion.

My room is essentially clean, I need some more storage type things... or I need to figure out how to re-organize things so everything fits.

But what I really really want to do still.... Paint!!! I really want to get this room painted!

However I want to wait for some really nice days when I can open the windows up so the fumes don't harm anyone, and I need at least a couple of days off so I can... well... paint.

But until I can finish the make over to my room, which is almost finished, I happily look at my made over blog. It tides me over.

This blog post by the way.... has been entirely pointless.

Just me babbling to relieve the pressure of having flown through my Medical Terminology Midterm. Which I got a 90% on thanks very much.

Anywho, lates!

As if...

being a girl and having to deal with girl.... stuff, ..... ya know... OH FINE! make me say it, period.

As if that wasn't bad enough, I've decided to torture my self a little more.

One, I'm back on the wagon, that's right following weightwatchers rules and trying to eat right.

So that's not exactly bad, per say. Just kinda hard.

What's actually really hard is that I am trying to drop caffeine. Wicked hard, especially for me because I do so enjoy caffeine. I love Mt. Dew and Pepsi and Coke and Crush, it's all so tasty. Also I love tea and chocolate, which also has good ol caffeine in it, not as bad as soda but it's still in there.

So not feeling super great, limiting myself on what I can and cannot eat and now.... splitting headache, all because of the caffeine.

However.

I am going to be a grown up about this and not complain.... overly.... cause I know I've already mentioned it, and I know I most likely will again. But I won't whine and moan.... er... I'll try not to.

Wish me luck.

Lates

And to think that I saw it on Mulberry Street!

Okay, to be fair, I think that street intersection is actually Jackson, but Seuss has such a way with words, it's hard to top that line.... so ..... yeah anyway.

O...


OM....

OM with a CAPITOL G!!!!

I don't know that I have laughed this hard in a long long time.

It was one of those laughs where you cry, and possibly develop the hiccups just because you are laughing so hard!

Today.... today I saw it. One of the most..... epic things I have ever seen!

Imagine if you will, a Hillbilly, hick, country bumpkin. The type that has the long snaggle tooth that he runs his tongue down as he says "Heh, your sure is purdy." . The type that wears a mesh belly tank in summer not because it's hot outside, but because it's hot, as in uber attractive, and has a mullet that's getting a little thin in the front so he wears a baseball cap at all times. The type that can nail a fly at 50 paces with the spit from his chew. The one that has the beat up huge gas guzzling Ford truck with the odd plastic purple McDonald's Grimace glued on as a hood ornament. Okay... you with me?

Now.... imagine this guy, Billy Joe Jim Bob, jammin, and I mean 'shaking his truck he's so into it' jammin, to NSYNC's: 'It's gonna be me'. And least you think that perhaps it was a random song on the radio, oh no! It was a cd, I heard the next song starting!! And he was still dancing!

It was glorious! Simply one of the most elegant things I've seen!

I think I might have peed a little I was laughing so hard. And let me tell you it's hard to laugh that hard and try to look like you aren't. I mean, the dude clearly was enjoying himself, and who am I to detract from such a simple pleasure?

If only, ah if only I could have captured on film. I would be entering it right now to AOTS's around the net. It was too die for!

Side note, I can't actually say the guy wears mesh shirts, or has a receding hair line, or says purdy, or can preform the spit/fly trick, I can only speculate. BUT the rest of the story? All true! Allllll gloriously true!!

It's a skill

I'm really good at digging in and deep cleaning..... I mean not all the time, but when I'm just fed up with it all and can't stand the state of filth anymore... I'm really good about getting in there, and over the years I've gotten a lot better at actually throwing stuff out in these rare cleaning times, I used to just find a new spot to store it. So that's also good.

But


What I'm really good at, is taking breaks from cleaning. I mean I will be hard at it for a couple of hours and then.... why I'm hot, clearly it's time for an hour break to go sit on the couch and sip nice cold water.

But after that break it's always so hard to get back into the swing of cleaning. Ya know?

Yeah, me too.

So here I am... I'm sure it's no surprise to you at this point.

I'm taking a break!

Never mind that we just got back from supper and I helped mom with her homework cause she has a headache, and that the only thing I did was take the bedding down to be washed and sorted laundry to be done.

It's time for a break.

It's a skill I have... taking breaks.


Happy break to you!

Getting ready for an overhaul.........

Warning bemoaning and potentially grossness ahead!!

It's never more apparent to me just how weak I am, than when I am in extreme pain.

It's glaringly obvious just how much of a baby I am in these moments.

I like to think that I am a calm, cool, collected person. But really in the face of discomfort I turn into another entity entirely. My emotions are running towards a very short fuse, making it dangerous to say things that will make me angry. Also I tend to feel very bad for myself, rather pathetic really.

In point of fact, I am lying here writing this, and when I happen to misspell a word or the site isn't running as fast as I want it to, my fingers can't jab the correcting buttons any harder, either the button or my finger would break. And that would just make me more pathetic.

And don't mistake me, it is pathetic.

I am trying really hard to not whine and moan about how it's just soo painful. But I am failing miserably.

So I had a root canal done Wednesday and I was actually okay. Thursday wasn't so bad either.

Friday is when it all started. And I'm not really even sure when it started. I know at the beginning of the day it wasn't that bad. And by break time at work it wasn't that bad. But by the time it was time to go home the pain had begun, a dull throbbing and it just continued from there. In fact I went to bed with it still throbbing. Woke up Saturday morning and it wasn't really bothering me that much, but by lunch time there it was, back in the forefront of all my thoughts and it's only progressed to the point that I am not literally near tears, but if I let my self I could definitely cry about it.

So I admit that I am an 'oh so faithful' google-er. I love google. Look stuff up on there all the time.

I initially looked up my tooth problem because I was rather worried about how it was progressing, and what I found was that it seemed like I had an abscessed tooth. So I was one part relieved and one part freaked. The relieved because I had a Grandmother pass from cancer of the mouth and I was (ridiculously?) afraid that that was what might be wrong. And I was freaked because that still seemed like a fairly serious thing to be having wrong with your mouth. So I went to the dentist, they agreed that it was just an abscess and that a root canal would have to be done.

That was fine. And as I've stated the canal wasn't so bad nor the initial ensuing days either.

Well this pain has been so bad that I decided to google that. (incessant google-er my friends, that's me) What I found is that horribly enough it's actually not that uncommon for there to be pain. It's because of the infection that caused the abscess in the first place.

The dying bacteria in my mouth causes inflammation and that is what is causing the pain. Google says I should call my dentist and let them know that this is occurring and they will hopefully prescribe an antibiotic that will help get rid of the bacteria more quickly and thus the pain will go away!

Now, to be fair, my parents have been telling me this whole time that I need to call the dentist and let them know what is happening, and I've not been opposed to this line of thinking, other than I hate the phone and I hate complaining (not that you'd know that from reading this blog) and I dislike that so frequently the dentist in question isn't there. Older gentleman I suppose he gets to set whatever hours he likes. And I haven't actually been disagreeing with the oh so knowledgeable parents. I just haven't done it.

But "knowing" what the problem "most likely" is makes me much more likely to call. Except I can't because now it's Sunday and I can almost guarantee the dentist won't be there today. So instead I will suffer at least one more day of pain and hope that with enough drugs I can at least manage it.

And you might be happy to know that now that I've reached the end of this post, my typing has returned to normal and my anger level has simmered. I think maybe the pain has placed me in a stupor and I am just going to try and sleep it off.

Maybe soon I'll blog about the fun time Josh and I had at the Last Comic Standing Finalists show we went to. Ya know, if I can stop whining so much.

lates.

Oy Vey!

I just don't understand it.

My room.... which I admittedly spend a lot of time, takes approximately two minutes to get dirty. And I MEAN dirty. Like snap your neck your because there isn't anywhere to walk dirty.


Like things disappearing at random because it's so stuffed full of stuff....'n stuff.

It's crazy.

Happily I found the dvd's that I was missing.... and a few things that I forgotten I had.

So that's cool.

Now if only I had magic and was able to clean in that way.

Welp..... let's see how far I can get this time.

Lates!



OH, and if you happen to hear a really loud crash... you might check that I'm still okay... just ya know to be on the safe side.