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Lookit me, ma! I’m cross-posting!

I'm way too lazy to type things out twice, you can venture over to the other blog to see why I'm pulling my hair out.

I guess this isn't technically cross-posting.

Hey, there's four days left until Cirque and I MUST find a cute outfit.  It's a celebration after all.

Thursday I'm going to check out getting contacts.  Why?  Well, partially because I'm getting rather blind without my glasses and mainly because I'm so vain.  I think I look so much cuter without my glasses on.  And I miss having cute sunglasses.  All I have now are yucky clip ons that go over my regular glasses.

I. Am. Skerred.  The thought of something hanging out in my eye kinda freaks me out, but vanity will win over chickenshit-ness.

………………really? First, put your phone on vibrate.  This is an office.  Second, if you're having a business conversation, don't tell the person to wait while you answer your PERSONAL PHONE!……………………

Do you know that one night I dreamt of the formula for love?  Like it could be worked out mathmatically.  Of course, as with all the good dreams, that formula danced on the edge of the memory cliff and slipped off before I could remember it and get it written down.  Bad dreams stick around forever.  Bastards.

Btw, if you're interested in this sort of thing, the girls are doing fine.  I think that all swelling has subsided.  I'm sure I got out of this way better off than 90% of people who have it done and I'm thankful for that.

And with that, I leave you until later.

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6/30 – Nervous trainwreck

Typically, when something is bothering me or weighing heavily on my mind, I tend to share it with you and it usually helps so I'm going to try it again now.

I've had this surgery scheduled for over a month now and I've been fine with it.  Until a couple of hours ago.  I'm not saying that I'm going to back out, or that I'm scared, per se, but nervous is really starting to creep up on me.  Seriously.  To the point of clock watching and saying "Is it 10pm yet so I can take an Ambien and go to sleep?!?!"

My heart's beating a little faster than usual today and my tummy is a little grumblier than usual too.

….OMG SERIOUSLY…if this lady doesn't stop cutting her nails at work, I'm going to have to donkey punch her!…..

All of the people at the facility are super nice, as is the doctor.  He's been at this a while, so it isn't as though I think he doesn't know what he's doing.  He's got good stats and I know someone that's visited him.

It isn't as though I think I'm going to die on the table.  Because that's irrational.  I'm healthy and too stubborn to die..yet.  Okay, maybe it did cross my mind.  Along with the thought of getting cut open and steam hissing out or an alien jumping out too, so we don't really give that one much thought.

I've got more support than a (insert your own analogy here…I couldn't think of something that wouldn't offend somebody).  MommaShyner, BruddaShyner, Lovey, Kiddo, Roboco, they're all behind me.

I should have asked for a Valium, but I probably wouldn't have made it to work today.

I'm still waiting for them to call to confirm my arrival time.  And like Tom Petty said, "The waiting is the haaaardeeeeeeeeest paaaart."

I'm starting to feel a little better.

Maybe it's because this is my first surgery, sorta.  I don't count having my wisdom teeth out although they did knock me out for that.  I've never been sliced.

Wisdom of BruddaShyner regarding possible pain: Hey, you pooped out a kid, it can't be worse than that.

Yep, he said POOPED out a kid.  Gotta love that guy.

HAHA, I have homework to do also.  Fortunately, I've done well throughout the rest of the class and I don't have to put forth a full effort to get an A and I can really provide a half-assed effort and still get a B.  I could not participate at all and still get a C.  Not that I would do that because that's just wrong.  Even though one of the classes is Computers for Those Without Opposable Thumbs.  Honestly, it's painfully silly.  Forcing me to turn in a project that must be created in WordPad…you do the math.

Oh, feeling a little better still.

I got to do some shopping, and that's always cool.  Did I mention it?  I don't recall.  One suit, one skirt, three or four blouses…$108.  Hell yes bargain shopper.

Really, I just want to fast forward to being healed up enough to get back to my circus workouts.

Would you like a Starburst?  BINGO!  Two strawberry ones!!

I am excited to take a day off of work.  Maybe even two.  I haven't decided if I will come in on Monday yet.  Not supposed to drive whilst taking Percocet or Flexoril, lol.

 

Out
Out

So, this is an old photo where I have yet again accomplished the puppy dog head tilt. Maybe I will wear this outfit to Cirque in one month (!) so I'll have a before and after photo.  My hair is already quite a bit longer now.  Like if I do the tilt, it still reaches my shoulders on both sides.  Me and photos don't always get along.  Or maybe it's just my perception.  I do always look, uh, well, greasy.  Stupid skin.  Dry until the second I put on any makeup.  Doesn't even matter what kind it is!  I've tried 'em all.  Oh well, at least I have nice teeth. 😀

Hey hey, look, another storm is brewing down there by Honduras.  It's not supposed to make a US landfall though.  Keeping those fingers crossed.  I guess you really can't call hurricane season until the 30th.  I will not miss hurricanes when we move.

Okay, I've rambled enough now, and if you're still reading this, you either really like me or you're bored to tears.  Either way, thanks for hanging around and listening/reading me blabber on about nothing.

I may have one more of these today, but if not, see you on the other side of anesthesia!

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Dead. Empty.

That's me.  Well, Work, you've finally done it.

You have sucked every last drop of soul out of my body.  There is no enjoyment left in anything for me anymore.  I have been reduced to two emotions: anger and despondency.  That's all I have left.

I hope that you're happy because I certainly am not.  I've tried and tried to not let you seep into my home life, but the seed of disgust that you have planted has sprouted and has just plain taken over.

MommaShyner thinks I'm gonna have a heart attack before I'm 40 because of you, Work.  She's probably right.

I'm trying really hard to get away from you and your dark evilness, but you know as well as I do that the economy licks donkey balls right now and opportunities are just not there.

You think I enjoy sitting at my desk holding back tears of frustration and disgust all day?  How long do you think it'll be before I snap?  Got a pool on that one, Work?  If you do, let me see it and I'll at least make sure that someone I like wins it.

OMG. STFU. Work, you really and truly suck.

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Today, the universe hates me

Why would I make such claims you might ask?  Maybe this is best explained in bullet points.

First, though, let me say that it's okay to laugh.  Yeah, I'm mad but I'm also laughing.

  • Today in our office it is 10 degrees below zero.  Which is 10 degrees colder than usual.  My sweater means nothing today.
  • Storms are rolling in and out like crazy.
  • I am on a diet.  But sometimes, I just need some junk food.  Today happened to be one of those days.  It was dark out, but it was not raining.  I jetted across the street to McDonalds.  If I'm gonna splurge, I'm going big.  So, gimme a number 2 (QPC meal) and oh yeah, let me have a Key Lime pie too.  Yeah, it's piggish but I've had practically nothing but Weight Watchers food for three weeks now.  Money handed over and back to the office I go.  But guess what, now it's raining and raining hard.  I pick up the pace a bit.  All of a sudden, my bag seems a little lighter.  Why?  WHY?  WTF?!?!?  The bottom fell out of the bag placing my french fries, QPC, ATM card, telephone and Key Lime pie on the ground in a puddle.  My exact reaction?
  • MOTHERFUCKER!!  The bums standing around loved that one.
  • Bums were kind enough to pick it up and silly enough to ask me if I was gonna eat that.  Are you kidding me?!?!  People piss on these streets and this little bit of rain isn't enough to clean it up. I don't care if it's still in the box, it's in a PUDDLE!
  • $7 down the drain.  Literally.
  • Now I'm back in the office – cold, wet, and without my junk food, eating what?  You guessed it, another Weight Watchers meal.

Life's a bitch and then the universe grabs the bottom of your Mickey D's bag.

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Friday the 13th….I’m baaaaaack

But there will be no ROCO because I'm just not feeling it.  You may want to just skip over this post altogether because it will be full of things that I just need to get out there.

  • I believe that 3 years is a decent amount of time to give something a try.  That said, Miami sucks.  No matter what you've seen on television, that's television, and living here, well, as PittGirl would say, is church. (Thanks for the shout.)
  • Getting this piece of paper has become ridiculously important.  It signifies more knowledge, more money, and more distance between me and south Florida.
  • <sarcasm> There is nothing more encouraging than a supervisor questioning your clothing choice of the day (that has been worn on many occasion previously) and stating, with an air of hopefulness in his/her voice, that you look as though you may have an interview today.  </sarcasm>
  • I am dieting and it sucks.  Why am I dieting?  Because it is incorrect for a woman of 5 feet and 1.5 inches to weigh 140 pounds.  Three weeks in and I have lost almost 9 pounds.  That does not suck.
  • Possibly because of dieting, I have recently started forgetting things and have lost my ability to focus, even on things that I enjoy.  This is bad.
  • I now have two gray hairs.  At least they aren't visible.
  • Steve Jobs is the devil and on July 11, I will become one of his minions.
  • In four weeks and one day, I will be toasting the beginning of vacation.  Parrot Bay and mango/pineapples all around.
  • I have a book rolling around in my head and I hope to push it out soon.  It is taking up too much space.  I think it's a good I'm-on-vacation-sitting-at-the-beach/pool-and-I-want-to-read-but-not-think kind of book.
  • Is it football season yet?!?!  No?  Well, in the meantime, go Marlins, I guess.
  • Does ANYONE think that I am coherent when I write?
  • The weekend is nearly upon us and guess what fun I have in store!  Nothing like cleaning the house, eh?
  • Oh, by the way, how does one tell if one is depressed?
  • I am a crappy friend because I neglected to call one of my very best friends on his 30th birthday.  My bad, Ant.  Here's a shout out for your biz.  If you live in the New Jersey or five boroughs, you should stop by and give that a shot.  If you are female, even more so because the boys are eye candy.
  • I miss my friends who "get me" and let me be me.  True friends are still your friends the day after you DDT them onto a concrete floor in a bar in Mexico.
  • Ohhhhh, almost forgot this gem.  Kiddo's father, possibly one of THE biggest asshats moving around on two feet, had the nerve audacity balls non-functioning brain notion that I would add him as a friend on Facebook.  HAHAHAHA.  Just for kicks, I looked at his friends list.  Know what it said?  Dxxxx Kxxxxx has no friends.  Well, DUH!
  • Mmm, right.  Celebrity Circus on NBC.  I have yet to watch the full episode but from the first three acts, well, not so much.  I've seen (and taught) children to do more in a week.
  • I MISS MY CIRCUS STUFF!

You know, I've rambled on long enough regarding things that you, dear reader, aren't so interested in.  I leave you with wishes for a happy weekend.  Shyne on.

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