December 2010
40 posts
Happy last day of
STEROIDS!
Yes, I know that some of you are celebrating a different last day of something, but this is mine. I’ve been on medicine since May that has sucked. It has also made me better.
So I have spent the last month and a half tapering off and tonight will be the last dose I take, hopefully ever.
Celebration-worthy if you ask me.
First I bought him a video game for Christmas,
then I bought him a fancy technologically inclined tv doodad for his 30th birthday (which I gave to him 3 days early).
Now I’m counting down the at least 10 days until he remembers I exist.
I have spent all day watching old episodes of Top...
Vacation well spent!
Truthful Tuesday
I love bluegrass.
Maybe not a refined musical genre. But any time I miss my family, I can put on bluegrass and be smiling in about 30 seconds.
Still recovering from the pre-pubescant “I’m in a bluegrass band with my parents” stigma. Despite that, it makes me warm and fuzzy.
It's not as bad as the time Mike was dancing...
but I was definitely blaring Toto’s “Africa”
and dancing like a fool in my kitchen, on the first floor, which is generously window’d.
So much so that I did not notice the people coming to see the condo for sale.
But c’mon, I BLESS THE RAIIIINS DOWN IN AFFFFRICA!!!!!!!!!
I love to cook
But only when I love to cook.
Today: I love to cook.
Tomorrow: I probably wont.
I love snow
I hate cold, but I love snow
I love being outside in it
I love being inside watching it
I love that Mike couldn’t make it into work so now he’s home cuddling with me watching the snow.
LOLS JK! He’s playing video games.
Games played by the Murphys
Often lead to the matriarch of the family answering:
“One of those mechanical bulls you ride at the bar!”
It's nice that my first Christmas ever away from...
coincides with the worst bout of hormones I’ve had in at least a year.
Well-played, little baby jesus. Wellll-played.
Chex mix + rum balls = horrible burb.
the frustrating thing about this drunkhangover
is that the drink i had A LOT of last night tasted/smelled vaguely of mouthwash.
so i’d really like to brush my teeth, but there’s an added element of danger.
I will not weigh in.
I’ve had to work out basically every day since I’ve started going off my asthma stuff.
I’ve been able to work out longer and hard than I ever have. Even back when I was dancing all day, every day. I get sore and tired, but I still have energy.
Yesterday, my pants felt looser. Not in the waist, cause let’s face it, those hips are here to stay. But the legs were totally...
Um, guys?
Now the heat won’t turn off.
And while I realize the implications, you better believe I’m running around naked dancing and singing “happy motherfucking feliz navidad!”
The heat is on!
Lit-rally!
Only took 6 days.
Thank god. I was so tired of having to cuddle for warmth.
A glutton for punishment.
My ‘biology of aging’ final starts today and goes until December 20th.
It’s not a guarantee that I’m going to pass.
And yet, this morning I registered for ‘the history and ethics of biotechnology.’
Cause 1. I love to torture myself and 2. I was never really exposed to science and now I have the opportunity to educate myself and 3. Classes are basically...
the saga continues
heater unfixable.
at least one, possible two more days without heat. and i burned holes through the wires of the electric blanket we’ve been using to get by.
please punch me in the face. the contact would make me warmer.
you get up all quick to stop water pouring on your...
and throw your *electric* blanket on the space heater. that is on.
ruined.
You know what makes me MORE mad about something...
When Mike doesn’t get mad.
So you better believe after the heater breaking, landlord telling us to get it fixed then bill them, the guy breaking another part while he’s installing the replacement part, then the guy forgetting to close the valve and squirting water all over our floors, and Mike handling it calmly has me
PISSED THE EFF OFF.
god it would be nice if our heat worked.
i mean, i don’t want to be greedy, but a little space heater doesn’t really take the chill out of *feels like 25*.
i finally understand latex bodysuits
thanks to this whole medicine taper/withdrawal i’m super sensitive to certain things.
like physical contact with dust. lol rashes!
so once princess finishes vacuuming and de-dusting, imma head to a sex shop and spend the rest of the withdrawal period zipped up in a nice outfit.
in the mean time, i’m thinking of substituting with saran wrap.
I go to the gym for the free tampons and the...
Also because I just started tapering off of medicine and I have to work out all the time to make sure my lungs work.
But I’m really trying to focus on the positives.
(I work at a University so it’s not quite as creepy and I’m not the only one!)