Category: weekend

Weekend Post

Didn’t do much at all this past weekend. It snowed/flurried plenty, so it was rather cold which meant no planting of plants for me or traveling South since there was ice and I wasn’t about to deal with that. My brother was gone the vast majority of the week. It was nice except I got tired of dealing with just my mom and not having someone my age to be around. I managed one RW update and felt so good about myself that I played video games. Oh, I guess I did get around to finally staining that photo cube and then ordering pictures for that cube and the one at work. Lots and lots of Ni no Kuni II (PS4), for the rest of the time. I can’t even begin to tell you how glad I am that I’m free of that whole cable/phone switching thing…speaking of which, I need to check my grandma’s email tonight to see if there are any responses.

Ni no Kuni II is a good game (I think I’m about 1/2 to 2/3 done with it) and I was drawn to it originally because it seemed similar to a Tales game (which is silly because I still have Tales of Berseria to finish–I’m at 3/4 or more on that game). Well, I was correct about that, but as it turns out, the whole game is basically a conglomeration of like 10 different games. As much as I appreciate the varied aspects of the game, it seems almost like it tried too hard. I’m all for effort in video game making, and I’m not usually one to deride a “different” game because otherwise we would (and already are) be playing carbon copies of games since tried and true is better than risky and new. Oh well. If you want to play, by all means, I’m not done with it, but I’m hanging around a 7.5-8.0 out of 10 (it’s probably more like a 6.5-7.5, except the sheer volume of side quests is impressive if not excessive). Just don’t play it on English dub…do the English subs and the Japanese voice. I usually try to do the English dubs if I can because they spent time and money and plus I already can guess what Japanese voices sound like–I’ve watched and played many Japanese anime and games…you can guess to a T exactly what a voice will sound like based upon their character design–and it gets tiresome to try and read and watch at the same time as sometimes you can miss something if the text is too small or is ongoing while you’re trying to fight something. Definitely going to finish most of the side quests. It’s my goal as a completionist! Pfft. Completionist…that’s totally silly given that I’ve probably finished about 30% of the games I start.

Whenever Spring rolls around, I always know the exact time it’s going to start because I begin to feel restless. My dogs are great indicators to because they get extra excitable twice a year, but I’ve begun to feel that “I need to do something, accomplish something, get a mate,” feeling. That coming out of winter feel. Also, I tend to get sick. Haha.

Around last weekish I started feeling a bit depressed again and I realized that it was because the end of March was the anniversary of when M graduated from his Academy and the start of the end for us. Don’t get me wrong, I am truly 98% over it. I can say his name now, think of his face, look at pictures without feeling any sort of emotion at all. I’ve almost completely forgotten that feeling and can 100% look back on it all as if I was taking a course on dating. Totally objective, empirical data mindset. In fact, I’ve been tossing around the idea of dating again, but remembered that I told myself I wouldn’t do that until I sold my house and gotten a place of my own. That would make it all sooo much easier.

I really need to read real books. Instead, I settled on Manga online since it’s free and doesn’t require me to go to the library which his silly because I should go to the library darn it! Or at least the book exchange store. Anyways, I remember now why I like watching anime or reading manga. They’re good but the manga (honestly it’s probably because I’m attracted to the romance ones) drive me crazy because of the misconceptions or maybe ideas they place on a reader are all exactly the same. The character portrayals are all so very frustratingly similar too. Then again, I don’t like watching movies too much maybe for the exact same reason. The hot guy who is troubled but very cool, being overly protective to the point of abusive, but that’s totally normal in manga and its OK because he’s hot and “loves” her. And she’s this bumbling, pretty girl who can’t seem to do much on her own and claims that she’s not interested but she’s a 9th grader and still hasn’t had a boyfriend and holy crap do these kids have parents??? And why do 9th or 10th grade boys look like college students and are terribly strong? Parents? What are those? They’re either always working, gone or have zero power/influence whatsoever. The silly part is that I keep reading them. It’s pretty typical in anime and video games to have barely-out-of-their-teens protagonists making life or death decisions while adults are basically useless and stand aside as supporting roles.

Library. Me. Staurdays. Let’s go.

It looks like warm weather to come and stay starting the end of this week! Yay for gardening! Looks like I’ll be heading south more often now! I have no idea why my brother or mom or anyone can’t let me alone for a time period. I planned originally to try and take next Thursday off because I don’t work Friday so that I can go down and have a few days to do things…my original birthday week plan to do so didn’t work out so well. Yesterday, my brother told me that he wants to take the entire week off next week and go down there. I’m like. Great. Of course. I did mention that I wanted to try and take the 19th off. I am PLAGUED by never being able to be alone. Yes yes, I keep complaining and I’m well aware that one day I’ll regret it because maybe one day I won’t have my family to “annoy” me and then I’ll just be sad and regret I ever complained about anything. However, how can I get away and just be by myself?

In other news, I’m doing a pretty good job of not spending money in an effort to recover my finances. I have 2 more months or so before I’ll be out of the woods, but it’s a good practice to have. Be happy with what I have instead of placing it into material things I don’t need at all. Save money, and all that good stuff.  Lay low.


By My Lonesome

Or at least I wish I was. My mom’s been working this weird schedule they have for her now where they cut hours so she only works 4-5 hours at a time and a strange daily schedule too. My brother’s been gone for most of the week, so it’s just been us, but doggone it I’d much rather be living on my own. It’s nice to have someone make dinner for me so I don’t have to, but other than that, she’s way too yakky. I like spending time with her, but not all the time, geez. I guess that’s always been me (though in retrospect the only time I wasn’t like that was when I was gaga in love) where I’ll go through random yak bouts, but most of the time I’m quite happy doing my own thing. Hmm, college saw me around people a lot too, but after a hefty dose of that, I’d retreat somewhere on my own to re-energize or disseminate all the crazy or whatever I need to do. Dump the RAM. In fact, I believe I spent near half of the 3rd year and half of the 2nd year doing just that.

That’s actually a problem I feel like moving forward in any possible relationships. Finding that balance, you know? It shouldn’t be too too hard, though. My friend at work and I found our balance. My family has always complained that I’m bipolar or moody. I’ll be in talky phase and then all the sudden I’m taciturn and want nothing to do with anyone. From one extreme to the other.

I had this weird pimple thing on the backside of my thigh. Considering the immense heft of my thigh and the placement of the pimple being smack center, I could not see it very well at all. So I head into the bathroom with a hand mirror and lo and behold, a massive white-headed pimple thing. So I’m dealing with it, utilizing the aid of the mirror and a tool in the other and as I finish, it occurs to me that the whole process was simple and quick and came very naturally to me. Well, of course, because I use indirect vision at work constantly. I’ve been doing it for years. I distinctly remember the beginning when we were given the task of coloring by only looking in a mirror and how my brain straight up ached from the concentration. Then when working in a patient at first, how I fumbled about trying to make my instruments do what I wanted. Huh. It’s a skill that I never think about. I mean, we use mirrors in the car all the time, but working in one? Now I don’t know how it would feel like to forget how to do that.

I was reading this article about how teachers have it so hard with the absolute lack of respect from pupils and parents too and how the entire culture is like that. It was extremely depressing, for someone who values discipline and respect, but I completely agree. I deal with kids and their parents at work too and it is astounding and positively infuriating the kids’ severe lack of respect for anyone but themselves and their own wishes. But even worse than that are the parents’ reactions and responses…or more accurately, lack thereof. It enrages me to no end when I tell kids that they need to do a better job brushing and flossing their teeth, only to have helicopter mom or dad (you always know who they are because they insist on coming in with their perfectly capable child as if they need them to be there…except you know it’s the other way around and the inherent flaw in that alone) jump right into my chastising to defend the kid. How do they do it? By making excuses to “soften the blow,” I guess, like, “Oh, honey, it’s OK it’s perfectly normal I build up too,” as if it makes it perfectly fine to not do anything at all. Or like the other day, “Oh no, it’s not his fault, it’s mine. (10 year old, here) It’s because forget to get the floss from the drawer so he knows to use it.” I wanted SO BADLY to say (and maybe I should have), “Is it your teeth or your mom’s teeth?” but I know the mom and she’d not only get upset at me, but try to defend yet again and render my advice useless once more. I hated the way the child sat there, perfectly happy with that smug smile on his face, like, yeah, that’s right, it’s not my fault at all, it never is. It’s mom’s fault. He even turned around and said half-jokingly to his mom, “curse-you!” for her mistake? Good GRIEF.

When I was 10 my mom already made me wash my own clothes. I had chores every week to sweep the kitchen and such. I was expected to help with dinner, let alone brushing and flossing my teeth. I’m very glad I had an experience like that. It teaches me work ethic, responsibility and best off, accountability.

Then on Friday I had this mom and her child where every time I tried to talk to the mom the kid would talk over us and ask questions. I would blatantly ignore him and look only at mom which made her very uncomfortable, because clearly I disapproved of his lack of respect. If he had remained in the room, I might have had to say something. He ran up and down the hall, tried to touch my tools while I was using them, moved the mouse, moved the unit arm with all my sharp instruments on them, ran past them and hit them so hard I thought it was going to fall over. The entire time, mom was like, “oh honey, don’t touch that, don’t do this and that,” all in that completely useless tone that worked about as well as it sounded. I’ve had kids before that said nothing until the mom was talking to one of us and then would purposefully repeat “mom, mom, mom, mom, mom” just because they could.

Some kids really do need a hands on approach. Some kids are ok with just words. Dogs are the same way. Sometimes a physical guide is the way to reinforce a rule. What do dogs do when someone is constantly saying stuff to them? They tune you out. What’s left to use? A physical direction. Visual commands. Oftentimes (especially in our teched up world) silence is much louder than noise. As people like to point out, children are not animals. Well. Babies, kids and dogs are VERY similar until they’re about teen age, then that’s where they split. Dogs stay adorable while kids get ugly and “mature.” They say that domesticated dogs are wolves stuck in adolescence. That’s why wolves are wholly regarded as regal animals. They’re just plain cool, but that’s because they’re grown up. Not like crazy domesticated dogs, right? haha. My greyhounds, as an ancient breed, I find to be less like the newer breeds in the same sense. Greyhounds are also considered sleek and regal because generally their temperaments are as such. Gable is a goofball, but he is truly more chill seeming than other breeds. In my opinion, I think they retain more of the wolf in them, than the recent ones. They are certainly domesticated, though.

Crazy thoughts from a lonesome girl who spent all day playing Ni no Kuni 2 and got nothing else done.

It snowed a little today!

10 years ago

10 years ago, I posted this gem:

Just because you can doesn’t mean you have to. Just because you have to doesn’t mean you should. Just because you should doesn’t mean you can.

I wonder why I posted that, but hey, it’s true, right? rrriiiight?

To pick up from the other day, basically Easter was spent cooking and waiting around for my sister who didn’t show up and then called around 6 to say she wasn’t coming, but would drop by the next day to pick up food. …ok…. but then didn’t come the next day either. You know, it would’ve been nice of her to have taken 30 seconds out of her busy schedule to let everyone know that her thing was running over instead of no one knowing anything and wondering if anything’s wrong. You know how it is, waiting around for people…it’s tiring! And of course not having them show up at all is just irritating. Anyways, the food this year was good and to be perfectly honest, it might have been better if she hadn’t come because my mom made all 3 of us sick. Yes, it’s true that allergies abound everyone around here is coughing, sneezing, sniffling, but ours has a distinctly viral/bacterial flair to it. It says A LOT when my brother gets sick too because men in general just don’t get sick as often as women, and he’s no exception.

Only that he’s on this weird “natural” kick thing.

Got to spend Saturday down Soooouuuttth where I’d forgotten my giftcards so I couldn’t do the mulch thing, but I was able to edge around the trees, dismantle the table and vacuum up all of the broken glass. Then I moved the beds around and did some much needed laundry. Getting there! I know everyone is sad at the prospect of me selling the place….like really, everyone is sad except me. My mom repeatedly says she wishes we had enough money to keep it, my brother is spending more and more time down there…he honestly should just move down there, my neighbor is really sad about me moving because then he can’t let his dog take advantage of the yard, and my dogs! Oh my, how to explain to them they won’t be able to run around there anymore…?   It really is a nice place. I mean, where are you going to find a 2 car garage, level driveway, huge kitchen and THE YARD!!! I am going to be SO SAD to not have a place to dig my hands into the dirt. In truth I am the saddest one of all. My treasure, my abode that I never got to live in…my very own, my first place. The single owner of that house. I know that in a few years when they finally open it up to recreation (the reservoir I mean) that the property values are going to soar. Tack on top of it all the explosion in business around the area and it’s the perfect storm. If I wait until then I could make so much money, but right now I’m bleeding so much money, I just want it gone so that I can save up money and pay off the rest of my debts. Plus, the onus of worry that is upon me forever not being able to be at the place is just astounding. I LOVE being able to just escape and go somewhere else away, but it’s just not financially feasible.

The interesting part of this is that I can’t be without a mortgage for too long because my income tax would be out of this world (not really. As long as I know how much I need to save up, it would still be saving money)…and not only that, but I get itchy hands and will want a place of my own soon. I won’t last a year more than likely.

Working while you’re sick is just poop. Today is much better already, but the allergy portion (my car had a beautiful green layer on it) is still working on me. I think I’ll be able to talk more today and I’ll have to given the roster of patients.

The weather is going insane. I think it’s broken. Yesterday was 70 then it plummeted to freezing last night and now it’s sitting at 33 degrees and then tomorrow it’ll be almost 80 and then snow on Saturday. What. The. Heck. Whatever. I’m sick currently and would like to get unsick so I’ll be dressing warmly, thanks.

Wish me luck for work today. i hate hate hate Thursdays.


‘Tis Tuesday again, guv’na. And funstuff for me, I’ve come down with some minor sickness that given the time of year, has turned (am I even surprised anymore?) into a sinus and allergy problem. It’s a bit better today, but I’ve been getting fever chills (mostly yesterday). Was able to head down South on Saturday. Gosh, the 4 day weekend seemed like an entire week, so much went on!

Thursday wasn’t bad at all, but then again, it’s never bad when there’s just one doctor. It’s like they’re able to relax away from each other. Friday was the big day for spending time at my grandparents’ to once and for all deal with this whole cable switch thing. It was this whole to-do because I had to enlist my mom’s help but she seemed terrified to do new things (as usual) and yet was totally fine when she did it. I stayed to deal with the tech, and I think I had been making such a stink that they sent one of their best guys. When he first came up, the first thing he said, a with some defense in him, was, “been having a lot of problems?” Then when I told him the phone port was being dealt with and showed him the TV, I could tell he thought that was an easy fix. Then, he spent the rest of the next 2 hours extremely frustrated because nothing would work right. However, true to his job, he was tenacious, thorough, pulled through and though very stressed and annoyed by the end, it all worked well and he was nice. Even gave me his personal card to call in the event something went wrong. The phone port stuff was horribly frustrating, but the real problem with it was just a generation thing. My grandparents never set up an online account and that was the root of all the problems. Not to mention the issue was compounded by dealing with the 2 cable sides and especially how the big red one kept acting the whole time like they didn’t want to help at all. The one we switched to was always very helpful and nice despite my own anger and irritation that something so easy is so horribly difficult. So the TV is fixed thank goodness and the internet is great, but the worst problem of all, the phone port is still not resolved. I spent over an hour trying to get it done on Easter and even though my hopes were raised on our side, then the big red once again threw a bone in it all (after repeated attempts to call them only to be hung up on by the stupid robot lady 5 times) and told me that the company recently changed its policy and what should have been an extremely simple process now is very difficult and time consuming. Absolutely not, I am not dealing with this any more than I already have, so I exclaim my displeasure, but thank her anyways and say, I’ll just keep the new number and we’ll just guide my grandparents through changing contact information.

dangit out of time.

Monday Again!

What a weekend so far!

I’ve done more than I’ve done in while…closer to “living” than I have been able to, I guess.

A couple things to talk about here…let’s see if I can remember them all.

Just remembered that horribly depressing post I did on Friday.

Saturday was the Super Pet Expo! I didn’t want to take my 2 because they don’t usually like standing around and they also like to mark everything and they can get leash reactive and super excited about other dogs. Mostly it’s because they get bored after a little and want to go home, and given the line 2 years ago, that would be terrible. So I arrive early (I was going to come later in anticipation of a line) and the line is much faster than I remember! The reason being is online tickets. The buy-there-line was full, but the get-into-the-event-line was very quick. I kept getting butt-poked by dogs which was totally cute and it happened so often that I thought Gable was there with me. This year the event was much better coordinated and bigger too, so it didn’t feel like sardine packing after a while which is fantastic. The atmosphere was wonderful, no mean spirits that I could tell, dogs galore, and vendors everywhere. Even a reptile house! The only problem I ran into was that when I’d walk up to or past vendors some people would outright ignore me or turn away so that they “don’t see me” only to attend to other people. Those people I didn’t bother with and took my business elsewhere. As I wandered around and bought things, I became increasingly aware that my dogs are missing out and I was missing them. The event was so much better organized that they probably would have enjoyed themselves. I mean, they had 2 or 3 people wandering around with mops to clean up the accidents!! And a poop station because Doody Calls was there! I couldn’t believe that I’d spent an hour and a half there when I left and I had a thought about coming back with them, but one look at the miserable parking situation nixed that idea. Dogs kept coming up to me, nosing my butt, and sniffing my bags (I had treats). DOGS GALORE. Next year, I’ll bring them. MONEY WAS SPENT THERE. Thankfully mostly cash, but then I went home and spent more money because of my sleepwalking thing.

…I hate saying “next year” or “later” or “next time” because there might not be one.

The rest of the evening was veg out, slow cooking the corned beef, and then it was SUNDAY. Whenever I’m busy like that the weekend already feels fulfilled. I promised the dogs out of guilt that I’d take them to the park, so I did. We woke up bright and early and left right at sunrise to get to the park. FIRST ONE THERE. Yessss. It was pretty brisk and the dogs were beside themselves because we hadn’t been to the park in a while (weather has not been favorable and I’ve been tired too) so they were particularly unruly. That made me think that maybe it was a good thing we hadn’t gone to the pet expo after all and if I wanted to bring them that I should tire them out first so we don’t get crazy unruly dog. It was great. Since there was no one there we took the long route, saw some deer, took pictures that Sir Grumpypants no longer wishes to take (he used to be SUCH a model boy!), saw some dogs and an hour and a half later went home. Around the one hour mark Liana got really tired and started lagging behind, but Sir Crotchety just kept trucking like the good boy he is. I’m so glad I went early because as I was leaving (around 8:30am) the crowds started spilling in. Got home and was trying to get my mom to look at pictures of my nephew to order for Easter, but instead got caught up in an email about bathroom vanities at Lowes and BOOM, off we went to get a bathroom vanity. That would be my project for the day and I was super excited for a project!! The best part, was that it would be the best way to procrastinate because I still need to get my CEs done for the license renewal! Way to perpetuate school-days-behaviors. I do this every year holy crap. So of course, I tell myself I’ll just do one every day I come home from work this week like homework. So I start on the vanity project that I’ve been talking about for months because no one ever wants to use our half bath/guest bath because it’s super cluttered, the toilet is scary and the pedestal sink gives us nothing to work with. I am STOKED about this. Aaaaaand of course the excitement turns into frustration very quickly. I am very thankful that whoever installed it did it right because nothing was hard to remove, but when you have a 30 year old house and pipe standards have changed drastically over time…CUE THE EXASPERATION. I have to say that this has got to be the sloppiest install I’ve ever done. The lack of space to work was a little difficult. Over 6 hours later, I’m mostly finished but since it was so sloppy and so much left to chance…I’m not confident. It does, however, look nice. Makes the bathroom much more inviting even though we still have the toilet issue. Another time, another time. I’ll give it a week or two before I make it permanent and secure it into the wall and add the caulk.

Not as proud of this work as the others. I hope it all holds up. Plumbing really is a pain. NOthing I hate more than having to drive out 3 or 4 times for things I thought I had right but didn’t. Well, what’s for sure is that we have only 1 more bathroom to update if we want to and at least I’ll remember that this house is 30 years old and we’ll buy it all at that point correctly. Sigh. At least I think people will want to actually use the bathroom now.

Today, Monday, will see us at my grandparent’s house to be there for their install of new cable and such. My body is in a bit of pain and I ate Waaaaay too much at the buffet last night. Full weekend, I tells ya! So glad to be getting paid this week.

One other thing before I go: I was wondering why in the heck my work bag keeps slipping off my shoulders these days when it wasn’t a big deal at all to keep it on. Turns out, I’ve been doing upper weights so much that I no longer have a shoulder for it to rest on so it falls right off. Bluh. Good thing I hate purses to begin with so I never carry them, but dang that’s annoying because that bag is heavy full of food every day. LOL.

My sleep-walking camera is coming today!!



I just got an email informing me that my Livejournal account will be purged in 3 days and that if I wish to retrieve it, then I need to undelete it. Of course, at this point I’d long forgotten about LJ, but hearing that name brings back nostalgic memories. Good times, man. I loved LJ, the simplicity, the lesser popularity, but it stopped being what I needed it to be. Not to mention that some less-than-desirables were getting ahold of it. RIP, LJ.

This past weekend was fun. I donated blood through Inova on Saturday which opened my eyes to some interesting politics in the blood donation world with Red Cross. I assume, therefore, that given Red Cross’s aggressive campaign for blood donation, that hospitals must pay them for use of the blood, so Inova doing blood drives means they cut out the middle man altogether. It’s true that their phlebotomists seem to be extremely knowledgeable and experienced, but then again maybe it’s because I brought up Red Cross and she was determined to outdo them. Anyways. I rewarded myself with Monster Hunter for the rest of the day. Giving blood doesn’t get me right away, but I end up feeling pretty tired later on and mildly lightheaded. Props to the Inova phlebotomist, though, because I did not have any bruising at all. The dogs begged to go out, so I went out to do the weekly poop pickup lest we end up with yet another Liana-poopie-foot incident. I turned around to see her giving me that begging, mom-can-I-lay-in-the-sun-pleeeeease look, so I set out their beds on the deck. Nothing makes that dog happier than chasing squirrels and sunning herself in the warm grass. I wish more than anything that I could give her what she wants: a yard.

Sunday saw us going to sunrise mass which I actually prefer, but this was brutal because of Daylight Savings Time. I needed to go to it because I required a Certificate of Sponsorship to be a Godmother. Father “Screamer” or “Scissors” as we call him, is a young priest whom I dread having as the officiant of the mass because he has this annoying tendency to have these homilies that are 1) excessively loud, and 2)somewhat dark and negative. I hate them. Not to mention his demeanor too is a know-it-all-let-me-show-you-what-I-can-do-how-much-I-know-I’m-great-at-Latin. I hate showoffs. I’ve had lots of time to dissect his personality and character traits and I’ve concluded that he’s just like Idiot at work. I don’t even know him personally but I already know he’s not someone I can stand being around for long periods of time, because he has no self-confidence. There’s a desperation and strong anxiety in him to be accepted. He wants so much to do well, and it comes at a cost to his individualism. She does this too where because she’s not happy with her own person (as it’s not getting people to like her), so she starts to take on other people’s traits and tries to be other people. It doesn’t work. Well, after mass, I go up to him to ask, and I immediately feel bad when I approach him: he’s standing there looking to shake people’s hands while at the same time looking a bit sad because people keep running off with nary a glance. He lights up when I approach and then there’s the lack of sureness as I start to talk to him, then the relief when it’s just me asking for the sponsorship eligibility. He asks me to wait and I do, then he leads me off to the office to get the paper. The pastor comes out and asks Scissors if he’s OK and if he needs him to take care of it since it’s only 20 minutes before the next mass. Scissors repeats twice that “no no no, he’s got it, he’s got it.” Father Meng then cracks a joke and later I look back and realize that (it’s just the 2 of them here at the church and basically it’s like mentor and mentee) he was trying to make it all less awkward, and he must be fully aware of Scissors’ anxiety and tendency towards overexcitement. He was just trying to defuse it all. I continue to follow as the pastor wanders off, and my own gut tells me that there’s anxiety abound, so I start to make small talk just as I do for my patients to take their mind off and try to place them at ease. He’s still abuzz with excitement that he’s doing this thing and we sit and he’s taking his job super serious now and we fill it out. When we’re done, we say goodbye have a nice day and such and he’s saying the same thing but overdoing it. Everything to the extreme. I felt bad. Like, really bad. That desperation, that anxiety, for people to like him. He lit up instantly and was so super excited that I asked him for something. Those are the type of people I want to help find their self-confidence, but I know that’s a road that is very long and fraught with obstacles. Those are also the type of people that fervently need to learn calm and acceptance. Peace. Be at peace. Know yourself. Let it go. I never said he was a bad person or mean or dumb (unlike Idiot). He’s very intelligent and very nice. Just….chill, man. It’s OK. Not everyone has to like you.

Monster Hunter all day!

Monday was RW time. I’d managed to draw a strip last week, and finally was able to ink and get it into the computer. I really need to do more of it, but the creativity is wandering off and in when it feels like it.

DST made work go by very quickly yesterday even though I was so tired (I’ve been sleep walking, but that’s a story for another time).

Saturday is going to see me attending the Super Pet Expo! I don’t usually bring my dogs, but I dunno….should I this year? I always try to come early so I miss the massive crowd, but then we’ll have to stand in line forever to get in and they hate standing around. We shall see.


It was a very productive weekend!!! Wow! After that crazy windstorm on Friday that closed the government and schools and caused tons of damage! Saturday actually saw me go South. The goal was to take advantage of the soft soil and look for any damage. I intended to stay the night, but after a couple hours of constant kneeling and standing, I could tell that tomorrow morning was not going to be fun muscle-wise. Man, my body is NOT young anymore!!!!! This is why 30 year old olympians are very rare. Amazing what one or two years can do to you. Also, if you’re looking to work on those glutes and hamstrings, I recommend doing lots of kneeling and standing! I was in severe, debilitating pain for the rest of the weekend. Today I feel much better, but it’s still painful. On the bright side, it’s kind of cool to be able to feel the massive bolus of muscle in those inflamed areas. I mean, we’re talking MUSCLE. After all these years of experiencing ridiculous muscle pain after strenuous working that no one else seems to understand the full extent of (I’ve polled patients and no friends have this problem) and then seeing the end result, I’ve decided that I just have a strong propensity for muscle growth. The more intense the pain, the bigger the muscle. No joke! Well, I’m glad I came home early because getting out of bed the next day was just amazing! Not! It felt like I came off Old Rag again, but without the cramping. I only did manage to get half of it done too. Sigh. I got to talk to my neighbor finally, though. His puppy is cute.

Sunday was super veg out day for me because I was in severe pain. Monster Hunter Marathon!! Whooooo!

Yesterday was bring-my-car-in-to-the-dealer-and-leave-even-more-broke-than-I-am day. And it did not disappoint! The fun thing is that I got to drive around in a Forester as a loaner and made my mom drive it too because we’re still trying to decide on a car to buy her. After yesterday, I am confident that’s that car I want to get her and that she can sell her current car to her aunt whose car is in dire need of expensive repairs that can’t be afforded. I wish I could just buy it now for her, but I can’t afford anything at the moment. After the amazing price I paid for the 60k, battery replacement (at first she was like, who told you you needed it replaced? We gonna do a test instead. Then later she called me and was like, yeah, your battery completely failed. lol), replacement belt and inspection (the price of which ended up being $200 lower than expected! WhoO!), I’m not going to be buying anything in the near future. I desperately want to plan to go to the beach with the dogs because I don’t want to regret not doing it if they don’t make it to next summer. I’ve got to make it work! My house needs to be sold to do any of this!

Well, no matter what, I enjoyed my weekend and it was very productive. :) I love that.