Sorry this has been so late. I know January is a fairly busy month for everyone, but it has been a little over the top for me. Hopefully I will get with the program.
Now that I've done this, though, I cannot believe how pathetic my life is. I wonder how I'm going to fix this?
Four jobs you have had in your life:
Manager in a retail universe (my current role)
News Editor (college paper)
Waitress (these didn't have to be in any sort of order, right?)
Cashier (same universe as above, how the hell did you think I got started?)
Four movies you could watch over and over:
Dogma (Kevin Smith at his best)
While You Were Sleeping (cheesy romantic)
The Quiet Man (Who doesn't like John Wayne?)
McClintock (Not the best John Wayne movie, but brings a smile everytime)
Four places you've lived:
Webster Groves, Missouri
Lenexa, Kansas
Louisville, Kentucky
Jeffersonville, Indiana
Four TV shows you love to watch:
House (One of the few I will make time to watch)
Bones (David Boreanaz, finally allowed to age)
Headline News (I know, but the 12 step program didn't help)
MASH (Just don't even ask cause I don't know why)
Four places you've been on vacation:
Gulf Shores, Alabama
Ozarks
Wow, I've never really been any place
How disturbing is that to realize?
Four of your favorite foods:
Crab Rangoon
Steak
Diet Coke
Coffee
Four places you'd rather be right now:
Southern Missouri
Ireland
Kansas City
Rend Lake
Four sites I visit daily:
Itunes
MSN Games (So I'm addicted to Zuma, your point?)
Dictionary.com
For Better or For Worse Strip Fix (I have to have my comics)
Four Bloggers you are tagging:
Gern: Cause it has been too long since he's posted...
Jack: Because I am beginning to wonder if these people are dead....
msbeesknees: because while I've never posted a comment on her site, reading her rants always make me feel more sane
yea, I know I'm supposed to pick someone else, but I think I'm going to leave you with this....
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Pills pills pills
This has had to have been the oddest week.
On Sunday I took my managers out for dinner and a meeting. I figured I could bond with them while they ate dinner. It didn't go poorly, but it wasn't the gasser I had hoped it would be.
Monday was a fairly routine day at work. I worked the late shift which wasn't awful, took a call from my boss chewing on me for numbers, blah blah blah. It was Tuesday where things started to turn. Somehow I twisted my back. Well, let's say my doctor believes that I've wrenched my back. I think that I'm being punished by the sarcasm gods for not living up to my full potential this last month. They are a really scary group, headed by Dennis Miller who wears a red cape (we are talking sarcasm here kids) and wields a dictionary with razor sharp pages and tablets for the covers. But I digress.
I didn't actually twist my back, but I realized about mid-day that from my mid-back to the backs of my knees, I had throbbing pain. And not in that fun way either. I inhaled tylenol and advil and went into the next day.
Wednesday I still had the pain and called the doctor. She prescribed heat and advil. I also went to yoga thinking if I could stretch out the muscles I would be ok. Hmmm. Yoga. Yea. Stais insists that I stay with it, but I have to tell you, after a half hour, I started watching the clock. I could only do so many rising suns, sleeping dog, swaying tree one more time before I belted someone. I was laughing pretty much the whole time. I couldn't really lie flat on my stomach because my chest elevates me about 3 inches off the ground. And, I'd like to point out, even though I am a larger girl, (we'll use zaftig cause most people don't know what the word means), I was still more agile than a lot of people in there. That being said, I cannot say that I enjoyed it. I tried to meditate, but as I suck at that, it wasn't very productive. Again, however, I digress.
Thursday, I couldn't get out of bed. I eventually had to literally roll out of bed, to hit the floor. As I stood in the bathroom, sort of hunched over, I realized that I couldn't make it through the day. Now, I realize that usually if you take medication, you usually are able to make it through the day, but as I had woken up about 2 a.m. and swallowed some tylenol, and then tried to get up about 4:30, either the medication wasn't helping or it was worse than the meds could handle.
Friday I saw the doc and she gave me, Lortab and Skelaxin, which apparently is a narcotic. Oh boy. I've been popping the Lortab like crazy, but I've kept away from the narcotic. The last thing I want is a drug I really like.
Interestingly enough, I also got a generic Prozac. This would be for my stress as well as my compulsory eating. Yea, I'm aware I haven't been telling you everything, but I also haven't been telling everyone everything.
Which of course leads us to the weekend. I can't do Yoga cause the doctor said to rest this weekend. All I did was read, watch older movies and bake cookies. Yep. That's what I said. Me without a domestic bone in my body made cookies all day yesterday and I have the ingredients prepped and ready for some baking again today. I'm not eating the cookies. Not even eating the dough. Just baking cookies. I have 3 freezer bags (the large ones) filled with chocolate chip, oatmeal and chocolate peanut butter, as well as a large container. I can't explain it, I just woke up yesterday with a burning desire to make cookies.
But back to the pain. I have to call my doc tomorrow and let her know how I felt this weekend. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say. Well, I know you wanted me to relax, but since my back hurts, I can't really lay down, since my butt hurts (oh yea, it would be different if I had used the damn thing in any sort of manner that would explain why the muscles in my ass hurt, but nope, nothing, nada. This is so depressing) I can't sit for any prolonged time with out shifting around like I've got hemorrhoids, the only thing that is comfortable is standing and there is only so much of that you can do in your own house.
So, as I'm on second pill for the day, and it is only 1 p.m., I now have to dive into the advil to help take the edge off. Doc said if I didn't improve with the medication she was going to send me to a physical therapist. What irritates me is that she ran no test, no blood work, no urine tests, nothing. If she isn't right, I'm going to be oh so pissy!
Now, I know I've been bitching for a while here, but there a couple other things I have to get off my chest before I go make cookies.
What the fuck is with Rita Crosby's voice? Is this person the first transvestite on a prime time news program? I swear I can't see her or hear her voice without thinking of MadTV. There is a comedian there (I don't know names. Wait, to the internet! Mo Collins) who I'm sure is imitating Crosby. Either way, I simply cannot take Crosby as a serious journalist, because she looks like an idiot and sounds like she's been smoking since she was six.
What the hell is wrong with Kirstie Alley and Jenny Craig? I understand that Alley has lost quite a bit of weight, but in what universe am I supposed to believe that was her that is tossed in the air during the latest commercial? I seriously doubt she was able to do that previously, so why should I believe she can do it know? The whole point of Jenny Craig is to make it look believable that the everyday Joanne can lose weight with them, not be flipped in the air by a bunch of men, who if I had to guess are 2/3 gay and professionals. That won't happen in my neighborhood or, for that matter, anyone's neighborhood unless they live next to a house full of professional cheerleaders, so it won't matter how much weight I lose, no wandering group of men are going to strut down my street and toss my lily white ass in the air.
And, yes. I saw I was tagged. Dammit. I'll get around to it later. The oven is calling me.
On Sunday I took my managers out for dinner and a meeting. I figured I could bond with them while they ate dinner. It didn't go poorly, but it wasn't the gasser I had hoped it would be.
Monday was a fairly routine day at work. I worked the late shift which wasn't awful, took a call from my boss chewing on me for numbers, blah blah blah. It was Tuesday where things started to turn. Somehow I twisted my back. Well, let's say my doctor believes that I've wrenched my back. I think that I'm being punished by the sarcasm gods for not living up to my full potential this last month. They are a really scary group, headed by Dennis Miller who wears a red cape (we are talking sarcasm here kids) and wields a dictionary with razor sharp pages and tablets for the covers. But I digress.
I didn't actually twist my back, but I realized about mid-day that from my mid-back to the backs of my knees, I had throbbing pain. And not in that fun way either. I inhaled tylenol and advil and went into the next day.
Wednesday I still had the pain and called the doctor. She prescribed heat and advil. I also went to yoga thinking if I could stretch out the muscles I would be ok. Hmmm. Yoga. Yea. Stais insists that I stay with it, but I have to tell you, after a half hour, I started watching the clock. I could only do so many rising suns, sleeping dog, swaying tree one more time before I belted someone. I was laughing pretty much the whole time. I couldn't really lie flat on my stomach because my chest elevates me about 3 inches off the ground. And, I'd like to point out, even though I am a larger girl, (we'll use zaftig cause most people don't know what the word means), I was still more agile than a lot of people in there. That being said, I cannot say that I enjoyed it. I tried to meditate, but as I suck at that, it wasn't very productive. Again, however, I digress.
Thursday, I couldn't get out of bed. I eventually had to literally roll out of bed, to hit the floor. As I stood in the bathroom, sort of hunched over, I realized that I couldn't make it through the day. Now, I realize that usually if you take medication, you usually are able to make it through the day, but as I had woken up about 2 a.m. and swallowed some tylenol, and then tried to get up about 4:30, either the medication wasn't helping or it was worse than the meds could handle.
Friday I saw the doc and she gave me, Lortab and Skelaxin, which apparently is a narcotic. Oh boy. I've been popping the Lortab like crazy, but I've kept away from the narcotic. The last thing I want is a drug I really like.
Interestingly enough, I also got a generic Prozac. This would be for my stress as well as my compulsory eating. Yea, I'm aware I haven't been telling you everything, but I also haven't been telling everyone everything.
Which of course leads us to the weekend. I can't do Yoga cause the doctor said to rest this weekend. All I did was read, watch older movies and bake cookies. Yep. That's what I said. Me without a domestic bone in my body made cookies all day yesterday and I have the ingredients prepped and ready for some baking again today. I'm not eating the cookies. Not even eating the dough. Just baking cookies. I have 3 freezer bags (the large ones) filled with chocolate chip, oatmeal and chocolate peanut butter, as well as a large container. I can't explain it, I just woke up yesterday with a burning desire to make cookies.
But back to the pain. I have to call my doc tomorrow and let her know how I felt this weekend. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say. Well, I know you wanted me to relax, but since my back hurts, I can't really lay down, since my butt hurts (oh yea, it would be different if I had used the damn thing in any sort of manner that would explain why the muscles in my ass hurt, but nope, nothing, nada. This is so depressing) I can't sit for any prolonged time with out shifting around like I've got hemorrhoids, the only thing that is comfortable is standing and there is only so much of that you can do in your own house.
So, as I'm on second pill for the day, and it is only 1 p.m., I now have to dive into the advil to help take the edge off. Doc said if I didn't improve with the medication she was going to send me to a physical therapist. What irritates me is that she ran no test, no blood work, no urine tests, nothing. If she isn't right, I'm going to be oh so pissy!
Now, I know I've been bitching for a while here, but there a couple other things I have to get off my chest before I go make cookies.
What the fuck is with Rita Crosby's voice? Is this person the first transvestite on a prime time news program? I swear I can't see her or hear her voice without thinking of MadTV. There is a comedian there (I don't know names. Wait, to the internet! Mo Collins) who I'm sure is imitating Crosby. Either way, I simply cannot take Crosby as a serious journalist, because she looks like an idiot and sounds like she's been smoking since she was six.
What the hell is wrong with Kirstie Alley and Jenny Craig? I understand that Alley has lost quite a bit of weight, but in what universe am I supposed to believe that was her that is tossed in the air during the latest commercial? I seriously doubt she was able to do that previously, so why should I believe she can do it know? The whole point of Jenny Craig is to make it look believable that the everyday Joanne can lose weight with them, not be flipped in the air by a bunch of men, who if I had to guess are 2/3 gay and professionals. That won't happen in my neighborhood or, for that matter, anyone's neighborhood unless they live next to a house full of professional cheerleaders, so it won't matter how much weight I lose, no wandering group of men are going to strut down my street and toss my lily white ass in the air.
And, yes. I saw I was tagged. Dammit. I'll get around to it later. The oven is calling me.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Relaxation here I come
So I have signed up at the Y for a membership as well as Yoga sessions. I will be relaxed or there will be hell to pay! I know there are benefits for getting exercise and such, but dammit, I really need it to keep my head together. Stress is a killer they say, but no one defines who it really kills, do they?
So my first class is tomorrow. On top of it all, my back is so tense, it has actually travelled down my ass and into my legs. No amount of stretching today has made it better so I'm going to end up taking a bath to try and take some of this pain.
I've been trying to avoid the great introspection this month usually drags me down into, but I've been having some trouble ducking the phone calls. It was kind of funny, actually. Today I interviwed someone and in talking to him, either rediscovered why I like my job, or talked myself back into the job. I actually left the building with warm fuzzies for the first time in a long time. It didn't last overly long, but it was nice while it lasted. Regardless, I know I'm at a point where I have to make decisions about my life (what do I want to do when I grow up, where do I want to live at, is it time to be a grown up yet) that kind of thing, but I still don't have any idea which direction I want to take.
Shouldn't there be a fork or a signpost or something around here?
So my first class is tomorrow. On top of it all, my back is so tense, it has actually travelled down my ass and into my legs. No amount of stretching today has made it better so I'm going to end up taking a bath to try and take some of this pain.
I've been trying to avoid the great introspection this month usually drags me down into, but I've been having some trouble ducking the phone calls. It was kind of funny, actually. Today I interviwed someone and in talking to him, either rediscovered why I like my job, or talked myself back into the job. I actually left the building with warm fuzzies for the first time in a long time. It didn't last overly long, but it was nice while it lasted. Regardless, I know I'm at a point where I have to make decisions about my life (what do I want to do when I grow up, where do I want to live at, is it time to be a grown up yet) that kind of thing, but I still don't have any idea which direction I want to take.
Shouldn't there be a fork or a signpost or something around here?
Monday, January 02, 2006
I'd like to give it a try....
Had the day off, the first in a week, and I enjoyed every last little minute of it. I ate too much, I cleaned a little, read a little, worked a little... All around a 4 star day.
I didn't make any New Year Resolutions yet. I have no real desire to. I have some ideas about what I want to do, but I can't say I've been making any moves toward the end result. I really need to get my ass in gear. I didn't go out for New Year's, which I know is some sort of sacrilege, but I was working that weekend and had no push to do it.
I've decided I'm stagnating. Well, I can't say I decided it, the thought floated up to me in some putrid water and I recognized it as my own. I didn't embrace it, as I'd just showered, but gently kicked it to the broken shoreline of my soul and watched it for awhile. It just rocked on the tide of the water, trying it's best to lull me to sleep, complacent with the dead end my life has run into. I fought, though, and stayed awake, alternately humming At My Funeral, and daydreaming about being a superhero, righting wrongs, helping small children and old ladies, and being the wittiest, prettiest girl at the party. Every once in a while reality would pop up and bite me in the ass, but for the most part, it was a very boring hour.
I need to get a reading. I need to have someone tell me what it is I don't see. I need a clue, because I don't feel like Miss Scarlett.
I didn't make any New Year Resolutions yet. I have no real desire to. I have some ideas about what I want to do, but I can't say I've been making any moves toward the end result. I really need to get my ass in gear. I didn't go out for New Year's, which I know is some sort of sacrilege, but I was working that weekend and had no push to do it.
I've decided I'm stagnating. Well, I can't say I decided it, the thought floated up to me in some putrid water and I recognized it as my own. I didn't embrace it, as I'd just showered, but gently kicked it to the broken shoreline of my soul and watched it for awhile. It just rocked on the tide of the water, trying it's best to lull me to sleep, complacent with the dead end my life has run into. I fought, though, and stayed awake, alternately humming At My Funeral, and daydreaming about being a superhero, righting wrongs, helping small children and old ladies, and being the wittiest, prettiest girl at the party. Every once in a while reality would pop up and bite me in the ass, but for the most part, it was a very boring hour.
I need to get a reading. I need to have someone tell me what it is I don't see. I need a clue, because I don't feel like Miss Scarlett.
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