Alright, so I woke up this morning and my hips and knees hurt enough that I didn't go to work. I am fat and I need to get some weight off! I just need to get my ass off the fucking couch. That's why I'm still here, sitting around blogging when I could be on my stationary bike. MOLLY IS LAZY. Oh God, and I'm going to be a bridemaid at some point this summer, and I don't want to be this big for that. Truthfully I want to secretly distract from the bride.
Random fact: Taking off 1 pound of body weight take 4 pounds of pressure off a person's knees. Thanks gravity.
Other than that, things are okay. work is bearable and I like my new supervisor. My house is a disaster and I may be getting sickish. tis the season...
Zombieland hits DVD Tuesday. It's lots of fun. I recommend it.
No verbs. Just sick.
Alright, verbs it is. I'm am sick, and I feel awful. Hopefully now that I am all the way sick, maybe I can stop the general icky feeling I have all the time...
I went up to the monastery for New Year since it snowed on Christmas to where my sister's family and my brother's family were both snowed in. I dig spending time with my family, especially when there is plenty of room to be with or away from each other.
My dogs were so happy when I came home though. It was super crazy. I heart my puppies. Esther has a followup appointment on Friday. Her ears are looking better, but her hematoma is back, though not as large. She is starting to be awake in the morning hours, which I do not appreciate. When she's awake, she walks on my stomach to let me know. WAY unappreciated this morning. Demian also wants his 2/3 of the couch today, which I usually share with him, but the flu makes me selfish.
Welcome 2010, don't fucking suck!
I approve of the celebration of birthdays. To appreciate the fact that one has survived yet another year in the world is good. Can I please have a good day on my goddamn birthday... PLEASE?
I took my dog to my parents house on Christmas, where Esther did her best impression of a vacuum cleaner. she has then spent the last 3 days itching and shaking her head to the point where she has a hemotoma and her is is swollen to the size of a bratwurst. I, as a good parent, took her to the vet where I was handed an estimate of 538 dollars to completely fiz her issues. this included surgery and $200 of medications. rigoddamndiculolus. I almost burst into tears and had a panic attack right there. Jordan had said that he would pay for it, but that is a month's rent for christ's sake. We picked and chose what procedures and meds were absolutely necessary and widdled it down to $200.27. I went home and wept... I'm already overdrawn in my checking account. I will never make it as an adult. The world is conspiring against me.
I have gotten birthday wishes from many of you. Thank you all very much.
Christmas is rammed down our throats from Halloween to December 24th. Then about noon on Christmas we stop hearing about it until Halloween the next year. I don't talk religion or Church much, but in the Church year, it's Christmas until the Epiphany. Don't let the merchanidising madness kill the actual christmas season for you.
Don't let Christmas kill you either. Many of us find Christmas difficult, whether it be due to family squabbles or being married to an idiot. Find something that brings you joy, and take heart when someone cares enough to try and bring that joy to you, or at least cheer you up. It means they love you.
My birthday is Monday. I turn 29. I'm almost old, and I have 1 grey hair in my lovely ebony locks. I named it Jordan, as he is probably the cause of it.
Merry Christmas, Otakus!
I love Robots With Stuff and the robots started the 12 days of christmas yesterday. I just wanted to share the happy goodness. Also, my annual happiness of Enin's Halloween post is finally up at his myO