Remember Me?

I've been neglecting the blog again. Just thought I would mention it in case you didn't notice. I don't really feel bad about it since Manda stopped posting like a year ago... now she just tells me to post whatever she wants. She's cute, so it's working for me.

I hate posts like these where I feel pressured to summarize the last two months into a couple of paragraphs. Not going to happen. Just not going to happen.

 Pointless information from the last 2 months:

  • I had gas a couple of times. Gas-X seemed to help.
  • Manda changed her favorite drink to vodka and cranberry.

  • I found out I have tendinitis in my right elbow.

  • Manda decided not to get her hair cut. At one time she had planned to.
  • I hit 5000 miles on my car. It lost its oil-change-virginity yesterday.
  • Manda ran in her first 5K. I was her #1 fan. Short skirt, pom-poms and all.
  • We changed out our rings for our 5 year anniversary. Called it "the 5 year upgrade".
  • Sadly, three of Manda's relatives passed away.

  • Didn't sleep for two days while I made my sister a homemade Christmas present.
  • Manda joined Facebook... FINALLY. My life is so much easier now.
  • My car was officially named Ellen. Give you one guess who the namesake is.  Now I get to say that I turn her on and drive her crazy. *giggles*

Now for a story about Garrison. I know you've missed these the most.

Garrison. My handsome little man himself. He has something like acid reflux... I don't know. It makes him throw up if he doesn't eat. Anyways. Today I was laying on my bed working when he made the non-confusable "I'm going to throw up" stomach wrenching noises. I tossed my laptop aside and grabbed him. We have a routine where he makes the "I'm going to throw up" noises, I grab him, hold him over the trash can and then he throws up. It requires much less clean up and he's actually quite good with his throw-up aim.

Everything went according to the schedule until I misread the "I'm going to throw up a second time" cues. I caught on as his body wretched, summoning up the goods from his belly. I started to swing him around to the trash can... and well, I don't know if the momentum from the swing accelerated the summoning process, but he spewed mid swing. I watched the "goods" fly through the air and hit the bedroom door. Yes. One large mass of green/yellow stomach bile flew through the air and splattered on my bedroom door.

This was immediately funny. I'm still laughing about it. Dog vomit stories are always funny when they don't involve stained carpet and actual vomit landing on me.

Good Times.

My school and work schedules are getting back to normal, so blogging should be more frequent. Or so I hope. :o)

Peace Out

:o)

Emily Tagged Me.

Not being familiar with the "tagging" process, I had to read the rules. Apparently someone tags you in their blog and then you're obligated to do what they say. Soooo...

Manda... Tag - please do the dishes. (I'll let you know if this works.)

Anyways. Back to Emily's tag:

A. The rules of this game are posted at the beginning.
B. Each player answers the question about themselves.
C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people (or 3 if you don't have 5 friends) and posts their names, and then leaves a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog to get the directions.

Questions:
10 yrs ago:
I was in my first year in college. I was working one full time job, one part time job and going to school full time. Nasty routine, but it has definitely paid off.

5 Things on my list of things to do today:
Since it is 8pm, my to-do list is pretty much checked off. But I'll recap. I had a doctor's appointment. That was it.  The rest of my day was spent nursing my sick girl. (Manda has the flu). We spent most of the day laying around reading and watching TV. (Don't hate and get jealous of our exciting life. Not everyone has the energy for all this activity.)

Things I would do if I suddenly became a billionaire:
We would suddenly become world travelers. That's it.

3 of my bad habits:
Manda says I mouth breathe sometimes when I'm sleeping. According to her that's really annoying. I constantly move. Whether I am tapping my foot, the table or spinning my phone around. Something is moving. I don't read instructions thoroughly.

Places I have lived:
Idaho, Utah, Arizona

Jobs I have had:
Call girl, hooker, janitor and now lung surgeon. I've moved up a lot in the last few years.

Things most people don't know about me:
I sometimes sleep with gum in my mouth and then chew it again the next day. I clip my finger nails every couple of days because dirt underneath my fingernails is enough to drive me completely insane. And after 7 years of driving a stick, I still stall and grind the gears weekly.

So, now I tag Manda, Alisa and Tracey (no pun intended... lol).

Talkin in her sleep.

Hi. It's almost 1:30am. And I can't sleep again. Tylenol Pm will make you sleepy my ass!

But anyways. That's not why I'm writing. So Manda is sound asleep... and I do mean sound asleep. She's full of all kind of noises. A few minutes ago, between her cute little snores, she turned to me and said "this thing is freaking fantastic!". And that was it. She was asleep again.

I don't know what the heck she was talking about.  She wouldn't answer me when I asked her "What?" But if it really is that fantastic, why is she not sharing it with me!? :o)

Peace Out. (and hopefully sweet dreams!)

Top Ten: Reasons I couldn't sleep last night

I'm tired and don't feel very good... so here's the short and sweet top 10 reasons I couldn't sleep.

10. I've been sick. Wah.

9. The cold medicine wore off. You see, I fell asleep at 9:30... but only slept for an hour before waking up. Drowsy medicine my ass! Double wah.

8. Lucy hogs the covers. For a 10 pound dog, she makes her presence in bed known.

7.  I was freezing.

6.  I was hot. It was one those situations where I would just get comfortable, and then I was hot. So, I would stick my leg out of the covers, only to get cold 2 minutes later. The fun never stopped.

5. Garrison couldn't sleep either. He kept walking around and shaking his collar (Manda calls it his "necklace"). That crap is loud at 2am when its dead silent.

4. I had to pee. Only once though. Not that big of a deal.  Manda went three times. (just in case you were curious)

3. My pillow kept sliding up the headboard... so I would wake with neck pain, only to find one cheek against my shoulder, the other smashed into the pillow. Good thing I have good chiropractic coverage.

2. The clock on my nightstand seemed a LOT brighter than usual.  I could see what time it was through my eyelids.

1. I didn't want to go to work today. Whenever I don't want to go somewhere, I always stay up the night before thinking about all the reasons I don't want to go... This is counterproductive. I realize this. But it can't be helped.

Peace Out.

Top Ten: Things you never wanted to know about me

1. When I was in grade school, I told my mom I didn't like having my fingernails painted because it interfered with my ability to write. How brilliant I was as a child. I still like my nails sans color. 

2. I'd rather read a book than watch TV, a movie or listen to music. What can I say? My imagination is much better than anyone else's. That's not to say I wouldn't sell my body on the street for good music. Because I totally would. But I wouldn't be a $20 music hooker... I'd be more like Heidi Fleiss. So. Let's just say, I could buy a lot more than good music! :o)

3. I really am easily amused. Anyone who has ever seen me get the giggles knows this. There is something to be said for finding the humor and silliness in life. If I totally fart while my chiropractor is adjusting me... How is THAT not funny?? A bit awkward for the doctor, but totally funny for me. (True story by the way)

4. I like to think I'm smooth. I like to think nothing gets me frazzled or embarrassed. But really. I wear my emotions on my sleeve. And I'm as awkward as they come. When hit on by people, my IQ drops 50 points and I say things like "What's your sign?", "Please don't follow me out to my car." or "*giggle* you have an accent." It really is amazing I'm not single.

5. I can become hyper-focused on things. Currently, I am obsessed with tortilla soup. If it is on the menu, I order it. In fact, I had it 3 times, from 3 different restaurants in the past 3 days. Now, you might be wondering a few things. Freaking Eh!? How many times did I go out to eat? Was it good all 3 times? Why fixate on tortilla soup? Answers: 3, no, and because I can.

6.I totally have A.D.D. Sometimes having conversations with me is like talking to a 3 year old. I am easily distracted by shiny objects and click through the channels on the TV like I'm flipping through a magazine. This contributes to my complete randomness when initiating new topics of conversation. I forget a lot of birthdays and can't remember what I wore yesterday, not to mention what the name of the person I met five minutes ago was.

7. Getting things in the mail is like Christmas to me. Think about it. The package/envelope has my name on it. I have no idea what is in it. For a brief moment before ripping it open, I am convinced it contains the one thing I really want. Now that "one thing" varies from moment to moment. Could be a new bike, a Mac Book Pro, a batch of Manda's grandmother's peanut brittle... OR it could be the cream that will finally get rid of that pesky rash.

8. I constantly joke about a non-existent rash. This never stops being funny. Sometimes I pretend other people have this rash. I do this by randomly asking them in front of other people "hey, i see you're itching your arm... rash still bothering you?" or "hey, thanks for letting me borrow your rash ointment. It's really helped with the burning and itching." Yes, I'm aware this is odd. But seriously, the look on people's faces is always funny.

9. I had 3 cavities the last time I went to the dentist. Amazing since it had been over 4 years since my last visit. What can I say? Dentists remind me of used car salesmen. Really. They tell you that you have 3 cavities and how do you know they're telling you the truth? Can you read x-rays? I can't.  This last time I only knew they were being honest because the teeth they pointed out corresponded with the intense shooting pain I was experiencing. Funny how that works out.

10. I currently want to buy a Cadillac CTS. Not because they're nice cars. Not because I need one. Not even because my dad owns one and I love driving it. I only want one because that is what Kate Walsh was driving in the Cadillac commercial where she asked me if my car turned me on.  No. My car does not turn me on. Wouldn't it be strange if it did? Long commutes would certainly be more interesting. And I'm pretty sure the accident rates would rise as well. "I'm sorry officer, I drive a stick shift and I was just trying grind it till if found the right gear..."

As I think of more things you wouldn't want to know about me, I'll pass them a long. (Lucky You!)

Peace out.