Deep Thoughts...by Jamie

Sometimes when I wear my new glasses, I have to remember that other people can still see my eyes, unlike when I'm wearing my sunglasses. Now I have to focus on not shutting my eyes when I'm tired of listening to someone talking to me.

I told this to my sister. She said it sounded like Jack Handy on SNL. That's me...full of deep meaningless thoughts.

I'm Still Hungry...

For the record, Chick-Fil-A's 8 piece nuggets are not enough. Yes, I got some fries too. What's your point? If I were to get 8 nuggets at McDonald's that would have been plenty, but CFA's nuggets aren't nuggets...they're niblets. They offer 8 and 12 pieces in the student union and I didn't want to look greedy/piggy by getting the 12, so I stuck with 8. I'm hoping that once my 20 minutes of post meal settling kicks in, my mind will be like...you're fine, you're full, suck it up. Pretty sure my tum is going to be telling me that my mind is dumb and I should have gotten the 12.

The End,

Greedy niblet eater

Shaved Legs and Dirty Feet

Last Wednesday, I started physical therapy because of this. After being horrified by my rapidly growing leg stubble when I was at the Orthopedic doc, I made SURE that I was freshly stubble free when I started PT.

Once he got me all situated on the table and was done poking my knee/world globe, he decided to check my strength/resistance. In the process he decides to take my flip flops off so he can hold my foot, while pushing my leg back, etc. So of course when he does that, I notice that the bottoms of my feet are filthy from my black flip flops. Shaved legs...dirty feet. I can't win.

Transplant

Had loose skin come off my pinky toe from a blister...should have used it for a skin transplant on my Hitler lip...

I'm Having Issues...

For the past few days I've struck a bit 'o bad luck...and believe me, I am NOT asking what else could happen, because I sure don't want to know!

1. Friday evening I get my haircut and my eyebrows/lip waxed. What I first believe to just be minor lip irritation from the ripping of the wax, is in fact...a burn. But luckily it's not completely across my lip...no, just the middle portion, so that I look like Hitler...if he'd gotten his lip waxed.
2. Woke up at 12:30 Saturday morning with a burning in the pit of my stomach that just didn't feel quite right. Of course it didn't feel quite right...it was the start of vomit city from a stomach virus that decided to set up camp in my system. So after barfing off and on from 2:00 am until 11:00 am on Saturday...I slept until 4:00 pm. I no longer felt nauseous or burny and was much relieved. But I also had a fever and was achy, to add to the festivities. Ate some crackers and drank some Sprite...first thing I'd had since 5:00 pm Friday evening. Phase Runny Butt sets in. I can handle this...it's not barfing.
3. Sunday morning feeling much better...had told my mom I was going to church with her because a) it's Mother's Day and b) new sermon series I wanted to hear. Go to church and have lunch with the family. Pizza. Yummo. I'm fine...who DOESN'T think pizza is a good idea after a stomach bug? Phase RB continues...and continues.
4. Exhausted and dehydrated from continuing RB...can't go to work on Monday. Extreme grumpiness all day from calling in sick and being tired and still not feeling that great.
5. Power goes out at 3:55 pm...while I'm watching Bones. No storms...sun is shining. Blip.
6. Storms set in...no power to see what said storms are doing...sirens go off continually. Still not knowing where storms are...or tornadoes for that matter. Uneasiness...but continue to sit by front living room window to see if I can weather map things from there. Also during this time...no cell service to find out from family what's happening. Boogers. The one call that comes in during my no cell service...is a recording from my mom's work, alerting me that there is a tornado warning. Apparently the sirens weren't the clue.
7. Storms pass...still no electricity...mom comes to get me to take me to her house to hang out for awhile. Harness up the dog for a chance to potty before going into the house. Dog not actually completely harnessed in. Dog attempts escape. Dog's tail gets yanked in order to foil escape attempt. I have dog in my possession...losing my balance in capture success...fall onto sidewalk. Dog thinking that's what I get for yanking her tail. Hobble home with dog who now senses hostility.
8. Bawl like a 5 year old.
9. Return to work on Tuesday...tummy mostly better...knee/leg very swollen and round, looking like a world globe. Several continents represented in bruising pattern. My boss gets me into see one of our Orthopedic docs. Leg hair is stubbly and hair is growing rapidly the more she touches my legs. Humiliation overlapping from fall and leg stubble. Thankfully, nothing broken or torn. Wants to see me again when swelling has gone down and my legs are properly shaved.
10. Sigh.

FRIDAY!

Weekends=more time in my jammies...

It's kind of been awhile...

I think it's been about a year since I've blogged on here. My last post was about the loss of my sweet cocker spaniel, Kelli. Well a little over a year ago we parted ways and a few months later I rescued Chloe. Ahhh Chloe...where to begin. Basically she's the devil. She is like a wild beast! First she was the crack dog because of how she jumps up and down all the time. Then when she started chewing things up (she was only about 10 months old when I got her), she became Chlucifer. Kelli was the first dog I had...ever...and even though she liked to play and run around etc., her eye issues really limited her being so...busy. Now I have this puppy that I had NO idea would be so freaky deaky crazy. She has definitely tested my patience towards the love of animals. I'm currently waiting on a new set of custom blinds for my front living room window as a result of this precious angel. So as much as I love love love dogs...if I come home and find my NEW blinds all mangled, ghetto-style...I'm going to drive her to the ASPCA myself and let her live with them. I bet they start calling her Chlucifer too.