Pixie, the Ribbon Robber

Pixie, that little minx...I was playing with a long ribbon, throwing it around, watching her try to catch it. The little foofie ran off with it. Twice.

The Salt Water Cleanse

Ah, why do I get myself into these little experiments...Because they are fun to try out, of course! Latest one? The Salt Water Cleanse. Basically, you boil a little of water, add two teaspoons of non-iodized salt (already use it for my neti pot sessions), and "flavor" it with lime juice. Bottoms up!

First sip, hmmm ok, not too bad! Second sip, hey, whaaat, ggeeeeesh, sooo salty!!! And it all went downhill from there...between the gagging, the nose holding, chewing gum to offset the taste, I was getting mighty desperate.

Gargled with a little vodka thinking it would numb my tastebuds (ahhh eeek), still as vile of a mix...

Gahhhhh, gag, gahhhh, gaaaaaghhhhhhh...Ooo I am going to barf, I can just feel it, but wait, I thought it would cleanse the intestines/colon, not my stomach....Bllleeerghhhhh Just a little more, and I'm done. Then, the waiting game started...should be needing to glue my cheeks to the porcelain queen within an hour and a half. Ooo I hear lots of rumbling!!! Holy crap, really!

Hmmm nothing yet...Ahhh, my first "run", and yet, there's nothing spectacular about it...Maybe later? Nope.

Ok, "bottom" line...Should have followed the directions a bit better, like doing this on an empty stomach first thing in the morning. Did it cleanse me? Eh, no, not really. Did it taste good? Well, I think we all know the answer to that...Would I do it again? Maybe when I find a way to remove the salty taste from the elixir...Miracle fruit (Synsepalum dulcificum) anyone???

On the plus side, I think I'm nicely seasoned with salt.

Movie and Dinner Night!

The ladies and I went to watch The Ugly Truth. Not bad! I thought it was better than the reviews it's been getting. Predictable of course, but hey, so is ass-expansion during a night out, filled with gnocchi (o, they were sooo good), and dessert. By the way, had my first taste of Cinnabon Ben&Jerry's. OY.

A nice game of Skip-bo ended the evening. I won, so I'm still the queen, yay!

And It's Lights Out

Ok, I do mean that literally. There was a blackout just now, 10:00ish. It's been a weird day, so this is probably the icing on the cake.

Nat was supposed to stop by for dinner (fondue, spinach salad, chicken vindaloo, and dessert). Unfortunately, her car went pffffftttt on the road. Just before her vacay, that totally sucks big potatoes, aside from the normal level of complete and utter suckydoom that is anything related to cars and them not working.

I was looking forward to seeing her :( so I ate half of the dessert for dinner.

Thanks Sushi. Now the Neighbors Are Talking...

Yep, was just getting home after a hard day at work (like, surprise, eh), and my upstairs neighbor happened to park his car at the same time, so we chatted a bit. It was bad enough that I could hear Sushi crying, knowing that I was outside, but not coming in...

My neighbor asked me which cat hangs out in the window sill in the bedroom. My smile disappeared. Immediately, I'm asking why, suspecting, of course, that this had something to do with Sushi. It had indeed.

Apparently, my little bundle of fur, is now harassing the neighbors...The guy was just walking up to his front door, and kept seeing Sushi's mouth opening over and over, hissing at him.

I can't say I'm too surprised, because months ago, I heard him in the bathroom (he was looking out the window), hissing at my other neighbor who had greeted him.

Surprise. I Need a Higher Dose.

That was pretty fast...getting the results from the bloodwork I did on Friday. The nurse at my doctor's office left me a voicemail at home yesterday, so I called today.

Everything looks good, cholesterol, blood sugar, liver function, but my thyroid is underactive again, so I have to up my dosage (was alternating between 175---4 days a week and 150---remaining days).

It's really not a surprise to me (and my fault for not getting the bloodwork done sooner, like 6-9 months sooner), because I have been feeling very tired, can't sleep well or concentrate, the usual, but my hair has been steadily falling off since February. I was chalking it up to a delayed reaction to stressful events, I've had so many!

My arms are still as hairy though.

Homemade Laundry Detergent!

I looooooooooove to make my own "stuff". Today, it was homemade laundry detergent day. Can't wait to try this recipe!

I Feel Arghhhhhhhhhhh.

I am not sure if I'm getting sick, or it's another symptom piling on from my thyroid being underactive for a while now (I take my little pills to make it better, but I'm always up and down).

I was supposed to go to Nat's house today, so I took a shower, it was still early. I felt a bit drowsy and tired, so I went to lay down for a "few minutes", I woke up many hours after!

I felt terrible. Not only did the extra sleep not do much for me, but I'm disappointed I missed the event. Stupid sleep.

Bruised

Sheeesh...that was some vile experience with a needle...I went to Kwest (name changed to protect its identity), and the person who took the blood couldn't get a hold of my vein, so she kept prodding and poking, switching from a butterfly to a regular needle, in and out...

Finally, she used a different vein. End result, a pretty big and nasty looking bruise.

If you look at it sideways, it's like a 1-inch heart!

Butterflies and Work, an Oxymoron

Ok, I have no idea if seeing butterflies signifies anything in particular (maybe just the meaning I'm attributing to them...), but I've been crossing paths with them a lot lately.

Just today, while talking to one of my friends about work (the very subject makes me want to vomit just a little), we spotted a black eastern tiger swallowtail. Much like a cat smitten by a fly, I was enthralled by its path. Free. Beautiful, but most importantly, it is Free.

I want to be that way. I want the weight of my "job" lifted, so I can be happy again. I worked so hard for very long, thinking that I am a part of something good, that whatever I do is important, but after almost 10 years, finding out it's not, it's not just disappointing - it's crushing, and I'm heartbroken.