I love that Dooce loves So You Think You Can Dance?.
How exciting is it SYTYCD will be on this fall?
Even though I enjoy him, I hope Evan leaves this week. I think final two will be Kayla and Brandon -- with Brandon winning. (Even though I like Jeanine more than Kayla, but I think Kayla is the better dancer)
My predictions for final standings (I cannot believe the finale is next week!)
1. Brandon
2. Kayla
3. Jeanine
4. Ade
5. Melissa
6. Evan
With the exception that America is in love with Evan and he might make it to the final, leaving Ade going home tonight.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Just like sour chocolate soy milk
Driving home from work today I almost hit a kid on a scooter. Almost as in if I hit the brake about 5 seconds later this would be a whole different post. I was still in the momentum from my turn when a little blond boy no older than seven, rolling on his scooter, zipped from the sidewalk by the other lane, over the center line to my lane. My heart was still pounding as I turned into my driveway.
No, wait, it wasn't. The pounding was replaced utter annoyance as I had to sit on the edge of the road waiting to turn right onto the street that leads to my home. There I got to see the smooth moves of a teenager trying to ride and trick out a skateboard in the middle of the road. Or should I say, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE F'ING ROAD!? DO YOU NOT REALIZE I ALMOST HIT A SEVEN-YEAR-OLD AND BY GOD DON'T TEMPT ME TO MOW YOU DOWN!
Then, THEN this kid looks at me over his shoulder, tries a kick flip, and fails. He picks up his board and walks to the sidewalk. I wish I had skills so I could grab his board, do a wicked backside kickflip 360 give it back and walk away. As if to say, this is my road and you better clear the way when I'm coming punk.
To continue my issues, I learned that using my office key to open the house doesn't work. And chocolate soy milk goes bad really quickly. This discovery was such a disappointment. I had at least two more glasses in there and I was really looking forward to having a glass of chocolate milk with my omelet for supper.
No, wait, it wasn't. The pounding was replaced utter annoyance as I had to sit on the edge of the road waiting to turn right onto the street that leads to my home. There I got to see the smooth moves of a teenager trying to ride and trick out a skateboard in the middle of the road. Or should I say, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE F'ING ROAD!? DO YOU NOT REALIZE I ALMOST HIT A SEVEN-YEAR-OLD AND BY GOD DON'T TEMPT ME TO MOW YOU DOWN!
Then, THEN this kid looks at me over his shoulder, tries a kick flip, and fails. He picks up his board and walks to the sidewalk. I wish I had skills so I could grab his board, do a wicked backside kickflip 360 give it back and walk away. As if to say, this is my road and you better clear the way when I'm coming punk.
To continue my issues, I learned that using my office key to open the house doesn't work. And chocolate soy milk goes bad really quickly. This discovery was such a disappointment. I had at least two more glasses in there and I was really looking forward to having a glass of chocolate milk with my omelet for supper.
Friday, July 24, 2009
More awesomeness
Blink-182, always involved with something awesome. Click the photo above to enter to win a ton of prizes.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Putting your heart in it
I saw this performance on Ellen in November. I was so struck by it that I immediately downloaded a copy of the song.
Beyonce -- Flaws and All on Ellen
Just saw it again today and had to share.
My absolute favorite Beyonce performance ever.
Beyonce -- Flaws and All on Ellen
Just saw it again today and had to share.
My absolute favorite Beyonce performance ever.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Another Day
My brain is so wired with deadlines and yard work and housework that I'm not posting as regularly as I would like. And I regret that terribly.
Remember when I said I could do it but I might go crazy? Moving up everything a month? I wasn't kidding. And instead of that week off I wanted? I think we should make a month. And y'all can fend for yourself.
Recently I discovered I have a chipmonk bogarting my birdfeed (though I still hold true on those rules and the birds disrespecting my authority). Watching the little guy shimmy up the pole and stuff his little cheeks was cute for the first couple of times. By the fifth time the second day, I started throwing things at the window. (When they take me to the crazy house, will you visit?)
I finally got the Brilliant idea that he couldn't shimmy if he couldn't get proper grip (and wasn't affiliated with any climbing association). So I went all crisco on his ass .... or shepard's hooks. Problem solved.
The birds must have told the bunny who was using my flowers as a buffet that "Dude, she means it and you better watch your poofy little cotton tail, because she's gunning for you." Because I haven't seen him in plants or nibblings of plants in weeks. I do however observe him and his momma every night in the neighbor's yard around 7 or 8. As long as meal time in the Foo Foo family stays out of my yard I'll turn a blind eye to these activities.
I'm dangerously close to a music rut, which could spell very bad business right now. Sarah turned me on to pandora.com, which is enjoyable for work. I use last.fm at home and the only problem with both these services is that it generates a playlist for you based on songs you rate positively vs. negatively. So when you throw one off beat song in there, it totally messes everything up. We both had to waste our skips on weird songs that were being thrown into the rotation.
I get it though, Punk + Adult Alternative = the Twang Kings. No, no ... I totally make the connection. It's a standardized test thing right? bread is to food as Twangs Kings is to poking my eyes out with very sharp objects.
Speaking of sharp objects, I broke a chopstick trying to put my hair up yesterday. I've gone through a lot of chopsticks that way and forgot the shock and dismay when it snaps. Then the contemplation. Should I fish out the broken part later? It's up and so tight that it'll actually look nice for a couple of hours if I leave it alone ...
I might have to go in to get my hair thinned out though, I straightened it and it wasn't Barbie hair. It was flat and limp. Like cabbage patch yarn hair. (Tim's head exploded at that statement I'm sure)
One last bit and I should go do dishes. Mom and I were sitting after doing yard work last weekend and she said to me, "Is that your vein?" (the blue line on my thigh, completely flat and always been there btw) Well, yes it is. "Oooooohhhhh you're going to get vericos veins!!" Gee, Mom thanks for completely tapping into my insecurities and killing my self esteem. It's your genes screwing me once again.
Remember when I said I could do it but I might go crazy? Moving up everything a month? I wasn't kidding. And instead of that week off I wanted? I think we should make a month. And y'all can fend for yourself.
Recently I discovered I have a chipmonk bogarting my birdfeed (though I still hold true on those rules and the birds disrespecting my authority). Watching the little guy shimmy up the pole and stuff his little cheeks was cute for the first couple of times. By the fifth time the second day, I started throwing things at the window. (When they take me to the crazy house, will you visit?)
I finally got the Brilliant idea that he couldn't shimmy if he couldn't get proper grip (and wasn't affiliated with any climbing association). So I went all crisco on his ass .... or shepard's hooks. Problem solved.
The birds must have told the bunny who was using my flowers as a buffet that "Dude, she means it and you better watch your poofy little cotton tail, because she's gunning for you." Because I haven't seen him in plants or nibblings of plants in weeks. I do however observe him and his momma every night in the neighbor's yard around 7 or 8. As long as meal time in the Foo Foo family stays out of my yard I'll turn a blind eye to these activities.
I'm dangerously close to a music rut, which could spell very bad business right now. Sarah turned me on to pandora.com, which is enjoyable for work. I use last.fm at home and the only problem with both these services is that it generates a playlist for you based on songs you rate positively vs. negatively. So when you throw one off beat song in there, it totally messes everything up. We both had to waste our skips on weird songs that were being thrown into the rotation.
I get it though, Punk + Adult Alternative = the Twang Kings. No, no ... I totally make the connection. It's a standardized test thing right? bread is to food as Twangs Kings is to poking my eyes out with very sharp objects.
Speaking of sharp objects, I broke a chopstick trying to put my hair up yesterday. I've gone through a lot of chopsticks that way and forgot the shock and dismay when it snaps. Then the contemplation. Should I fish out the broken part later? It's up and so tight that it'll actually look nice for a couple of hours if I leave it alone ...
I might have to go in to get my hair thinned out though, I straightened it and it wasn't Barbie hair. It was flat and limp. Like cabbage patch yarn hair. (Tim's head exploded at that statement I'm sure)
One last bit and I should go do dishes. Mom and I were sitting after doing yard work last weekend and she said to me, "Is that your vein?" (the blue line on my thigh, completely flat and always been there btw) Well, yes it is. "Oooooohhhhh you're going to get vericos veins!!" Gee, Mom thanks for completely tapping into my insecurities and killing my self esteem. It's your genes screwing me once again.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Moral of the story, mother nature always wins
Sunday as I was digging up the (ugly) ferns around my house a bug (hornet, bee, wasp? I dunno) flew up and stung me .... behind my ear ....
The pain was instant and so intense I thought I had been shocked by my MP3 player.
I went inside and brushed my 'ear' off and felt around it to see if I could tell where I had been stung.
Later that night as I was getting ready for bed I noticed in the mirror a three inch diameter swollen and red cirlce by my 'ear.'
Panic set in. This was the first time I had been stung since Lymes Disease and I didn't know how I'd react.
Lymes Disease? What, you say you don't know the tale of when a teeny tiny tick bit me and then knocked me on my ass for three months? Well then, let me regale you.
It was the Friday before the 4th of July weekend back in the ye olde year of 2004. I woke up with a pain in my side and when I went to show my mom she discovered a 4 inch oval that was red and swollen. My knees were also bothering me so she decided we should visit the doctor.
Dr. dippy-dandy looked at my side and said it was probably an allergic reaction or something and took blood work. He gave me a wimpy dose of antibiodics (like the kind used to treat a hang nail or something) and said come back when this three day supply is gone if the rash doesn't go away.
Achy knees turned into hardly being able to sit still to sharp nagging pain in my ankles, knees and hips.
I wasn't sleeping well and by the time Monday and my three day supply rolled around we went back.
The "welt" hadn't gone away, but really wasn't worse, and the blood work came back normal. He told me there was pretty much nothing he could do. So I asked for something for the pain. Obviously I was a just a college student looking for a high because he told me it was all in my head and I should just go home and try not to think about it. (Seriously.)
The passing days did not mark any improvement in my condition. The pain was constant and so bad that if I sat down for any period of time every joint felt as though it was being seared with a white-hot flame. The only relief I felt was when I was standing, moving or with cool baths, but as soon as the water hit room temperature it was unbearable again. I couldn't sit still, let alone fall asleep. I went for three days with no sleep except for a couple of 15 minute naps in the time it took for the water to drain from the bathtub.
Needless to say, it wasn't a good thing for my mood, and my mom was getting a bit annoyed with how irritable I was getting. (She still points it out, but I'm all "give me a break, I hadn't slept for three days. Isn't there a study that no sleep for seven days and you die, five days and you go crazy? I was this close to absolutely losing it on you.")
At my wits end, and praying for some relief or death, we went back in to the doctor's office.
Thankfully the original quack...er, doctor I saw was on vactation, so they gave me his replacement. She took my temperature and reported a whopping 109 degrees. Finally, she acknowledged something might be wrong. She gave me a higher dose of antibodics, the "we don't know what the fuck you have, but this should knock the everything but the black plague out of you" dose.
These lovely little pills gave me a splitting headache. So bad that I couldn't lift my head. And I thought not sleeping was rough. These pills kept me on a pretty regular schedule. Take a pill, contemplate throwing up because the pain was so bad, sleep for four hours. Wake up, take a pill, cry because it hurt so, so much; sleep for four hours. And on. And on. Well, at least I got some sleep.
I'm not sure how long I kept this cycle, I lost a lot of hours. But after the prescription was nearing it's end and I wasn't any better my mom made an appointment with the infectionous disease doctor.
I went to visit him, exhausted and in so much pain I could hardly move my limbs. He took a blood sample and had it tested for malaria, west nile, lymes and other random third world diseases that might be lurking in the outdoors of Central Wisconsin. The results would be back in a week. In the meantime he gave me a different set of antibodics at a much lower dose to keep fighting whatever was ailing me--with the warning to stay out of the sun and watch for insects.
What a fun summer. I did get a mosquito bite that weekend though, made my arm swell to the size of an orange for a day.
A week later the result: Lymes Disease. Yet another prescription of more targeted antibodics for another month and I was to come back in six weeks to see if I was successfully treated. In October, I received the happy prognosis that my Lymes was treated, but I would always be a risk for achy joints and sensitivity to bugs.
I can tell when I'm stressed, getting sick or a really bad storm is coming on. My knees, hips/lower back will hurt.
So back to the sweet little insect who stung me on Sunday. The summer of the Lymes Disease flashed through my head as I fought back a panic attack and the urge to call my coworker to tell her if I don't come in any day this week I was probably laying dead somewhere in the house.
Monday the red circle had gotten bigger and I had to take out my 'earring' because the area itched so much. By the end of the day I had a head-splitting headache and all I could do was lay in bed for three hours, willing it away. My mom suggested benydril, so Tuesday I went to the store and got the biggest bottle I could find (and some bug spray).
Swelling was still the same, but it took the itch away. I got home from work on Tuesday, made supper, ate and sat down to watch a television show before I did dishes. I woke up at 6:30 and only pulled myself out of bed to take some benydrill before I went to sleep for the night.
Wednesday I could finally see some improvement. Oh joy! I wouldn't have to go to the emergency room!
Today, Thursday, it's completely gone and itch free, so I could put my 'earring' back in. Whoohoo, I didn't want the hole to close up.
All my life, I've been scared of spiders and snakes. Guess I should have been terrified of ticks. Now I get the hee-bee-jee-bees every time I walk under a tree or a bush brushes me. Plus when we find a tick (and thankfully, I've only had one) I burn the ever-living-hell out of it.
The pain was instant and so intense I thought I had been shocked by my MP3 player.
I went inside and brushed my 'ear' off and felt around it to see if I could tell where I had been stung.
Later that night as I was getting ready for bed I noticed in the mirror a three inch diameter swollen and red cirlce by my 'ear.'
Panic set in. This was the first time I had been stung since Lymes Disease and I didn't know how I'd react.
Lymes Disease? What, you say you don't know the tale of when a teeny tiny tick bit me and then knocked me on my ass for three months? Well then, let me regale you.
It was the Friday before the 4th of July weekend back in the ye olde year of 2004. I woke up with a pain in my side and when I went to show my mom she discovered a 4 inch oval that was red and swollen. My knees were also bothering me so she decided we should visit the doctor.
Dr. dippy-dandy looked at my side and said it was probably an allergic reaction or something and took blood work. He gave me a wimpy dose of antibiodics (like the kind used to treat a hang nail or something) and said come back when this three day supply is gone if the rash doesn't go away.
Achy knees turned into hardly being able to sit still to sharp nagging pain in my ankles, knees and hips.
I wasn't sleeping well and by the time Monday and my three day supply rolled around we went back.
The "welt" hadn't gone away, but really wasn't worse, and the blood work came back normal. He told me there was pretty much nothing he could do. So I asked for something for the pain. Obviously I was a just a college student looking for a high because he told me it was all in my head and I should just go home and try not to think about it. (Seriously.)
The passing days did not mark any improvement in my condition. The pain was constant and so bad that if I sat down for any period of time every joint felt as though it was being seared with a white-hot flame. The only relief I felt was when I was standing, moving or with cool baths, but as soon as the water hit room temperature it was unbearable again. I couldn't sit still, let alone fall asleep. I went for three days with no sleep except for a couple of 15 minute naps in the time it took for the water to drain from the bathtub.
Needless to say, it wasn't a good thing for my mood, and my mom was getting a bit annoyed with how irritable I was getting. (She still points it out, but I'm all "give me a break, I hadn't slept for three days. Isn't there a study that no sleep for seven days and you die, five days and you go crazy? I was this close to absolutely losing it on you.")
At my wits end, and praying for some relief or death, we went back in to the doctor's office.
Thankfully the original quack...er, doctor I saw was on vactation, so they gave me his replacement. She took my temperature and reported a whopping 109 degrees. Finally, she acknowledged something might be wrong. She gave me a higher dose of antibodics, the "we don't know what the fuck you have, but this should knock the everything but the black plague out of you" dose.
These lovely little pills gave me a splitting headache. So bad that I couldn't lift my head. And I thought not sleeping was rough. These pills kept me on a pretty regular schedule. Take a pill, contemplate throwing up because the pain was so bad, sleep for four hours. Wake up, take a pill, cry because it hurt so, so much; sleep for four hours. And on. And on. Well, at least I got some sleep.
I'm not sure how long I kept this cycle, I lost a lot of hours. But after the prescription was nearing it's end and I wasn't any better my mom made an appointment with the infectionous disease doctor.
I went to visit him, exhausted and in so much pain I could hardly move my limbs. He took a blood sample and had it tested for malaria, west nile, lymes and other random third world diseases that might be lurking in the outdoors of Central Wisconsin. The results would be back in a week. In the meantime he gave me a different set of antibodics at a much lower dose to keep fighting whatever was ailing me--with the warning to stay out of the sun and watch for insects.
What a fun summer. I did get a mosquito bite that weekend though, made my arm swell to the size of an orange for a day.
A week later the result: Lymes Disease. Yet another prescription of more targeted antibodics for another month and I was to come back in six weeks to see if I was successfully treated. In October, I received the happy prognosis that my Lymes was treated, but I would always be a risk for achy joints and sensitivity to bugs.
I can tell when I'm stressed, getting sick or a really bad storm is coming on. My knees, hips/lower back will hurt.
So back to the sweet little insect who stung me on Sunday. The summer of the Lymes Disease flashed through my head as I fought back a panic attack and the urge to call my coworker to tell her if I don't come in any day this week I was probably laying dead somewhere in the house.
Monday the red circle had gotten bigger and I had to take out my 'earring' because the area itched so much. By the end of the day I had a head-splitting headache and all I could do was lay in bed for three hours, willing it away. My mom suggested benydril, so Tuesday I went to the store and got the biggest bottle I could find (and some bug spray).
Swelling was still the same, but it took the itch away. I got home from work on Tuesday, made supper, ate and sat down to watch a television show before I did dishes. I woke up at 6:30 and only pulled myself out of bed to take some benydrill before I went to sleep for the night.
Wednesday I could finally see some improvement. Oh joy! I wouldn't have to go to the emergency room!
Today, Thursday, it's completely gone and itch free, so I could put my 'earring' back in. Whoohoo, I didn't want the hole to close up.
All my life, I've been scared of spiders and snakes. Guess I should have been terrified of ticks. Now I get the hee-bee-jee-bees every time I walk under a tree or a bush brushes me. Plus when we find a tick (and thankfully, I've only had one) I burn the ever-living-hell out of it.
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