Owie
I was supposed to start work today. I was excited and nervous and ready to go. I went to bed early last night as I knew I would have to get up early. It took me a couple of hours to fall asleep like it usually does, and when I did, I was on my right side. A few hours later I woke up with my side hurting. I figured it just needed a little stretch so I rolled over to my left side and fell back asleep. I tossed and turned for the rest of the night, my right side bugging me the whole time. It wasn’t until early this morning that the pain settled into two places: my right ovary and my right kidney.
As most of you who know me know, my kidneys and ovaries have pained me for years. I’ve been to the hospital (not doctor, hospital) for both and both times, after many tests and lots of pain later, they told me that they didn’t know what was wrong and sent me on my way. For the past several years those four little organs haven’t bugged me much and things have been good. I guess they were just biding their time. They ganged up on me! Bastards.
So instead of working right now, I’m laying in bed, wishing I hadn’t made so many bad decisions years ago so that pain killers would still work for me. Blar.
I Lost 20 Pounds!
Wheee!
After the new year, I decided to finally do something about this extra weight I’ve been packing on for the past 5 years. I started eating better and exercising and the pounds just fell off. After a few weeks the amount I lost tapered down to a healthy 1-2 pounds/week. At the end of February I had lost 10 lbs and I was going strong. Then that week in March hit. Hell Week. I wound up losing 5 lbs that month but from 2 weeks of not eating because I felt so awful. I had also stopped exercising. And now, it would be too dangerous to take it back up.
Due to our extreme lack of money, we have very little food that we’ve been rationing out. I’m not eating enough, nor the right things, to fuel my body should I do anything more than go for a walk. I’m still losing weight, but it’s still at a healthy level of 1-2 lbs per week, so I’m not worried about it. AND! Richard is working now and while I’m not working yet, it’s just a matter of getting some paperwork done before I start raking it in. My agent is just a slow poke. So hopefully we’ll be eating better soonish and then, I’ll start exercising again. For now, I’m only doing light weight training.
If I keep with the 5 pounds/month, I should hopefully be down to my target weight by the end of June! I’m super excited! And no Tad, I won’t be too thin. I’ll still be well within my healthy weight range. ;) Now for pictures!
1-11-10 Ew
Today - So much thinner!
Woo!
My Dream Last Night
As I was sleeping a man snuck into my room via a trap door in the floor. He carefully drug me down into the underground tunnel, checking every now and then that I was still asleep. I was not. But I pretended to sleep as I snuck quick glances at where I was, where I was going and who was taking me there. He was a little round, dressed all in white with long stringy blond hair. He was a cook. A chef.
He eventually drug me back up some stairs into a crowded restaurant, sat me in a booth and left. I opened my eyes and looked around. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary; it was a bright, Italian restaurant that didn’t seem to be too secretive as there were lots of windows to the outside. And the other people dining seemed to be happy.
A man, another chef, soon joined me and told me I wasn’t allowed to look at him, so I closed my eyes again. He had short dark hair, but still looked like his brother. One of his eyes was all white though. He chatted with me and we were getting along when his brother, the first man, came back with a plate of spaghetti. He wasn’t happy at all that his brother was with me and implied that I had betrayed him. Next thing I knew I was being drug back through the secret tunnel to be taken back to where I was stolen from. I didn’t want to go; I hadn’t eaten yet. The man was angry and hurt and I realized that he really cared for me, so I apologized and tried to explain what had happened. He didn’t want to hear any of it and told me that I could never come back. You only get taken there once.
Suddenly I was alone in that hallway and I heard people coming. I hid behind a door as a group of people came down the stairs (from the restaurant) and each one stood in front of a door. The doors blew open and each person magicked some black stuff into each room. That black stuff would turn things evil and attack everyone. They were going to try to take down the restaurant and the guy who headed the whole thing. I ran into one of the rooms (full of computers) and before they could stop me (b/c they used Macs) I got on one of the computers and stopped them. (I have no clue how). They all sat down in defeat and one of the women expressed her dislike of making evil things anyway. Her girlfriend sitting next to her had no clue and asked why she hadn’t said something before. I said, “You know what is fun? Making nice things!” And everyone laughed at my stupid joke.
Walking down the hallway with Melissa and my cousin, we discussed what had just happened. Each of us had been taken from our beds to the restaurant and we each wanted to go back. But we weren’t allowed. We tried to find a loop hole to get back in, and then we woke up.
We were on a bus going to school(?) and we were each excited to tell the others about our dream. We realized that we had had the same dream and vowed to find this restaurant. We remembered the name of the place was Gillies. We think. We planned on going straight to the computer lab to search the internet for such a place to see if it really existed. We reaffirmed our awake status by chanting where we were (Texas) and where we were going (apparently Texas Tech).
Then I woke up.
The first thing I did this morning was run to my computer to find that restaurant. But of course there are tons of places called Gillies. But only 1 in Texas and none that I could find in Washington. Gotta love wild goose chases your brain sends you on.
Coffee Grounds = Baby Soft Skin
Richard has a cup of coffee every morning and I usually feel bad throwing out the leftover grounds. I know they’re good for plants but I only have the one. The only other thing I know to use them for is as a body scrub. But I have a sugar scrub that I haven’t gone through yet and surely they’re just the same thing right? In my head I’ve known for years that they’re not the same. The caffeine is supposed to help reduce the appearance of cellulite and varicose veins. It’s also finer than sugar and is thus better for those with sensitive skin (me). I know this. I’ve known this. But still I insisted (to myself) that the sugar scrub is just as good as the coffee. Until today.
I was cleaning the kitchen and was about to dump the grounds yet again when I decided that I was going to try it out right now. I stood in the bath tub added a little water to the grounds and rubbed it into my thighs and bottom. After rinsing off I felt my skin and jeebus, it was like baby skin! And much to my surprise, my skin was wonderfully moisturized. I didn’t work it out until later that it was probably due to the natural oils in the coffee.
Thrilled with the results I proceeded to rub the stuff all over. I made a fine mess and I was very pleased with myself. I slathered myself with lotion (though I probably didn’t need it) and made some cookies. As they were baking I started to wonder if it would be a good idea to use some on my face. My skin is very sensitive, especially on my face, and I didn’t know if the caffeine would give me a rash. But I wanted that baby soft skin on my face so I risked it. I rubbed lightly and didn’t let it sit for very long and it seemed to turn out just fine. I plan on keeping an eye on my face to make sure there are no averse reactions.
As things stand though, I’m super thrilled and I plan on taking advantage of my husbands leftovers more often.
Buy Me Boobs?
It’s never been a secret that I’d like bigger boobs. I’m fine with how they are now (a mere 36A), but more is better right? Plus, it’ll help with my modeling. I don’t want anything crazy, but I’d be happy with a large B cup or even a C cup. I think it would help me look thinner and more proportional. While I think bigger boobs would be awesome, I’m not so desperate to even consider surgery. But I’d be willing to take some pills.
I’ve done some research and I’ve decided that I don’t want to use an herbal supplement as it isn’t permanent and requires upkeep. So the only pill that I’ve come across that actually restarts all those boob making hormones that happened during puberty, is Bountiful Breast. I like their website and I’ve read almost all of it and I think I’d like to try it. They offer a 100% money back guarantee for 9 months, which I think is more than enough time to get me up a cup size or two. The only problem is that a 9 month supply is $480 after shipping. That’s quite a big chunk of change for something I don’t really need. Or do I? You be the judge.
Make me bigger!
Now that we’ve all had our cheap thrill for the day ;) They actually kinda look big when they’re all squished like that, but trust me, they’re only A’s. Oh who am I kidding, I can barely make cleavage.
So I’m taking donations! Help me get bigger boobs! Please? If you would like to contribute please donate Here. Thanks!
More About My Hair
It seems like I write about my hair a lot on here, but I really do love it. It’s been 7 months since I’ve stopped using shampoo and conditioner, and I must say, I don’t miss it a bit. My hair is so soft, shiny and healthier than it’s ever been. I wash it twice a week and even after 4 days, it doesn’t look very greasy or gross. I even think it’s growing faster now.
I love my hair!
I forgot to write the date on the box of baking soda when I first opened it, but I’m pretty sure it’s lasted me a few months. And my 16 oz. bottle of apple cider vinegar is still going strong. Which I think it wonderful. I mean, how many bottles of fabulous shampoo and conditioner can you get for less than 3 dollars combined?
Anywho, yeah, baking soda and vinegar rock.
Happy Anniversary To Us!
Today is Richard and my 2 year anniversary! Two years ago at 8:30 in the morning, Richard and I walked into a little room with a lady and after a few almost tears we walked out as husband and wife. After a nap at Anthony’s place we had our “reception” at the bowling alley with a friend and his girl. Nothing fancy; it was almost just another day.
In fact, it started with us getting into trouble. Richard was still a Marine at the time and I stayed the night in the barracks with him so that we could save some driving time. It’s illegal to do so, but his roommate was rarely there and usually didn’t care. Except that lately they had been in a fight over something the roommate did while drunk and he ratted us out that morning. Luckily we were already awake and getting dressed when the guy in charge came banging on the door. We were able to play things off like we just got there and that I did not spend the night there. We were yelled at a bit, but were let go.
We went to the courthouse, got married then went about our day. It wasn’t a huge thing at the time because we had planned on having a real wedding later that year. Well that didn’t happen. Now I wish there were a bit more celebration and people who cared. There was only one picture taken that day and that was by me, of Richard, as we were getting into the car after the ceremony. It wasn’t the best day, but it was a good day and I’m glad we’re married.
That first year was very tough, as every married couple will tell you. That hardship bled over into the second year, but only for a few months. Most of our second year of marriage was wonderful and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Unfortunately we won’t be doing anything special to celebrate due to our lack of money and food. Hell, we can’t even spend the day romping in bed because of womanly issues. Ah well. We’ll snuggle and pretend we’re not poor. It’s still a good day though. We’ve made it this far and I look forward to many more years together.
I love my husband.
New Clothes
I’ve lost a good 15 lbs since the beginning of the year and I can now fit into lots of my clothes that have been living in bags for years. Luckily they’re mostly dresses and skirts that are perfect for the upcoming warm weather. It’s like having a whole new wardrobe!
After my rough few weeks last month I haven’t been very motivated to start exercising again. But after spending the past hour trying on clothes the haven’t fit in a long time, I’m ready to lose more weight. I’m ready for summer!
A Good Week for Bunnies
The bunnies seemed especially happy this week and I was lucky enough to get some of that on camera.
Last night Richard and I had a bit of wine after dinner. A glass was left on the floor (because that’s where we eat because we’re heathens.) and like they do, the bunnies came over to investigate it. Marzipan was first (because she’s a fatty) and stuck her head right on in.
I’m not sure she liked it though.
She kept wiping her tongue off after each lick. But she’d go back for more so I don’t know. Then comes Benjamin. He’s a sucker for things in a cup, but since he’s so small, he can’t reach in there like Marzipan can. So he knocked the glass over.
Gotta love that little pink tongue!
*No bunnies were harmed or drunk during the making of this blog. There were mere drops left in the cup if anything at all.
And now for more Marzipan/Blanket action!
Good times.
I Made Ketchup!
It was a bit too easy. I didn’t go all out with who tomatoes as we don’t have any and frugality was the key here. Tomato paste, vinegar, spices and a little sugar. Bam! Ketchup. It’s a little sweet though, even for me. Ah well, live and learn. Next time, less sugar. I would have made mustard, but we don’t have any. Weird huh? Ya need mustard to make mustard. I’m talking about the dry kind of course. We’re out.
Other than condiment making, things here have been uneventful for the most part. The government is taking too much money from us and we can’t pay rent or bills for the foreseeable future, but for now we have food and each other. I’m also looking for a job. I’d whore myself out if I knew martial arts and carried a taser on me. And if I had any clue as to where to find clients. It’s that last bit that always gets me. ;)
The bunnies have been having fun at least. Since the weather refuses to admit that it’s well and truly Spring, I keep my robe hanging over my chair for easy access. Marzipan loves this. She runs right over there when I let her out in the mornings and she just plays and plays. The bottom of it hangs over the seat so it’s like her own little fortress in there. Benjamin has been taking it easy and has contented himself with chewing boxes. Then he naps.
Life is tough for a rabbit. :)
So here I am, the very essence of n00b, starting my own blog. Why? Fuck if I know. But at least now I can share the vast wonders of my mind as they spew forth like so many cupcakes onto a clown. That is to say, sweet though unnecessary and kind of terrifying. Yeah, I’m kinda like that. 