My little pony

I used to love My Little Ponies, not that my parents ever bought them for me. I watched the cartoon and I used to steal them from my friends who's parents bought them more than they ever needed. These horses were so beautiful and hello, they came with brushes! You could brush their pretty pony hair and watch them sparkle. But the thing I really loved about My Little Pony (aside from the song, which yes, I still remember most of) was the way they smelled. Mmmmm. That tasty rubber and caramel sweetness. Yum.

Anyway, that brings me to something else I'd like to share with everyone. My Little Turkey. My Little Turkey - my very first 13 pounder, cleaned and patted dry by my honey. We made it together, and can I just say that a family that cooks together eats together? It was perfecty golden brown and juicy delicious. Lovely and yummy.

Perfect - in every way, just like a My Little Pony. And that, my friends, is what the two have in common. That's probably all they have in common too, because our turkey was organic and free range, I doubt those poor ponies were free range.

:(

Stinky Never Returned To Work

I think it was the hug she gave me.

Seriously.

I think all that hatred adversely affected her molecules or something so that when she touched me it made her physically ill.

Yeah, I get pleasure from that. 'Course I do.

In other news, my outer butt muscles are very stiff from yoga yesterday. Go Algin.


Happy thanksgiving.

Holy Chummy Baloney Batman

I'm the most tired geek in the world right now. But with the exception of some case study I need to read, everything is done. And, I packed more fun into a 48 hour span than I have in MONTHS. So much in fact, that I'm having a difficult time recollecting the fun for the haze covering my brain. There was the work party on Friday night which turned out to be so much better than expected that Stinky actually HUGGED me of her own volition. (Yes, she was trashed, but it doesn't matter - I still feel vindicated somehow) There was the giant martini I drank. Then the wine. Then the delicious white russion that I stole from Chris, Dr. Baker's son. So I got fairly tipsy. Got home pretty late and had to wake up way too early to justify that kind of partying.

Drove to Kirkwood in thick fog soup for the first two hours with some kind of stomach ache that made me remember why I don't like drinking in the first place. Topped it off with a Red Bull and started to get a mild migraine. Went skiing and had kind of a hard time with everything but still had a good time even with getting busted by the jackass dickhead ski patrol dude who should have been busting someone else's balls.

Tried to pass out in the condo around 4pm, but was so excited to see everyone I made myself listen to them talk and forced myself to pig out and keep my blood sugar up.
After passing around my new laptop from lap to lap we played trivial pursuit where I learned a valuable lesson: Nick and I are good for answering questions but very bad at rolling dice.

Woke up, cleaned up, packed up, went to Brennen and Carly's pad in Sac and hung out there with more of their friends where I made a lame attempt at playing poker which was fun, except for the bit about games being boring. I liked interacting with the folks though, that was cool. We let Tim buy me out so I could go do something else (probably stuff my face since that's pretty much what I did all weekend).

Drove home and took my midterm which was a lot more difficult than I expected. I spent the first 40 minutes looking for the answer to the first question. Then I gave up and decided I knew it ... I hope I'm right.

I'm dead tired and going to school tonight. I'm hungry for second breakfast and I only finished first breakfast like one hour ago. Jeez. What a long day already.

It keeps happening, but I'm not complaining

so ANOTHER person I used to know found my blog. I used to work with this guy at IKON like a bazillion years ago. Weird. So anyway, he's forwarded the news on to Ughty and now she knows too, that I have a blog. I'm not sure she even knows what a blog is, but either way she could be here right now reading the archives or checking it out.

So yeah ... that's it.

It's friday and I'm heading to Kirkwood tomorrow to get my ski on. It should be a fabulous time minus the whole getting my ass up at 4:00am. That part will not be fun, but usually I'm so excited to ski I don't even care. And I get to ride in the back and pretend to do homework (have a midterm I'm supposed to do this weekend sometime - hah!) while Maren and Evan chat it up in the front. Maybe I will sleep instead.

Tonight is my work's company party where I will have some overpriced food and a glass of wine. I'd rather be home and packing, but you know, socially acceptable behavior does enter my mind once in a while so instead I will be with work people eating my overpriced food and talking dentistry. I will make sure to sit very far away from Stinky.

I had a hard week and I'm pretty tired today - I think an eggnog latte could solve that problem but I'm feeling pretty lazy. Too lazy in fact to hit up the Starbucks on the corner. I'd like to nap at my desk instead.

Alright then - have a fun weekend and pray that when I try to do a small tabletop jump I don't accidentally go flying the wrong direction and break my hip like a geriatric. That would be awful since my pass is non-refundable.

Out.

20 lbs Ago ....

My clothing fit better.

And I haven't really bought new clothes because:

b) I don't like to shop
c) I don't have any time
a) I'm cheap
d) I really just don't like shopping

I need some some cute new tight sweaters in a bad way.

Everything I wear looks dowdy, frumpy, and homely, but is as comfortable as wearing my pajamas in public. It's a tough trade off to look so ragamuffiny and feel so good.

I need to go shopping. Someone please take me or buy me clothing for all my presents for Christmas.

Thanks.

Posting from work is a pain in the butt

because it means I need to change between web browsers, and I'm lazy.

San Francisco is gray again, but without the rain of last week, and it's not too cold outside. I'm just wearing my fleece today.

After my new laptop that I had never even touched got stolen out of Nick and Ericka's house along with many of their other personal belongings, I got very drunk on Saturday, played two games of Life and realized that it matters not if you go to college or start an early career. I ended up making an $80,000 salary both games but had a better house in the first game, partially due to sobriety and partially due to the fact that I wasn't $100K in the hole from stupid college loans. I'm thinking graduate school is definitely a mistake, yet still I go on.

Then, I stayed up WAY to late talking to Nick about god knows what (how to work his extremely complex remote control which in fact has a macro loaded to turn on the telly, and gossiping about his co-workers dating lives) until I practically decided to just sleep there on the couch and let Evan have the entire guest room. Slept a while, got up WAY too early and drove us to the cheapest gas station on the way out of town, but not before pilfering a bagel and a very nasty key lime juice squeeze that I didn't drink once I tasted it. I will never buy one of those again. My sister is very wrong and they taste nothing like champagne or anything of the sort.

Because I thought I might actually drive home braille style the entire time, weaving between the bumpy things, I had Evan buy us some Red Bulls, which gave us both so much energy that we got home and started cleaning the house and ourselves for my 9:30 meeting with my school chums.

Picked up school girl from Mac Arthur Bart at 9:34 as she walked off the train. Got home and crashed - made coffee immediately. Felt better. Worked until I started to want to kill people. Learned a new software in a day and ate half a pizza. Figured out how to be mean to immigrants and run hotel business as that is the nature of this project.

Turned out to be a very productive day until Evan gave me purple (my blankie) and some pajamas and told me to go lay down on the couch until he was done folding laundry. I didn't sleep because I was too tired to actually stop functioning, but instead I just stared blankly at the telly which wasn't on. Got a third or fourth wind and had more pizza and then decided to watch The Day After Tomorrow which was basically The Core except with weather instead of physics and spinning Earth. It was fine. Then, ate more food after I spaced out again for 15 minutes. Watched Pieces of April.

Went to bed and came to work.

Feeling pretty good now.

Can't wait to ski this weekend.

Jocelyn is Dead

... from now on she will be called Baby Jesus, as through his grace her earthly shell and parts of her spirit live on while he inhabits her body. The rest of her has gone to Klaus (aka The Devil).

How Can It Be?

How can Bush really be President again?

And so easily?

Have people not been paying attention the past few years, or what?

I'm so depressed I actually cried when I found out he won Ohio.

**Incorrect Diagnosis**

Yay!!!!!

The doctor was wrong about my mom!!

He told her she had this horrible disease before he even ran the final test for it (unbeknownst to her).

Turns out she's okay, but had a very bad reaction to a pnuemonia/flu vaccine and then got some kind of radical virus that made all of her blood tests mimic this disease. She's on steriods for a week and should be fine after that.

Please cross your fingers though, just in case.

That was way too scary to go through again.

Eep eep.

Addison's Disease

so my mom has an auto-immune disease called Addisons'.

I don't know very much about it except that worst case it could be fatal, she needs to take hydrocortisone for pretty much the rest of her life, and that somehow her endocrine system is not functioning correctly. Oh yes, and it's genetic so potentially I could get it too, or my kids could get it someday. Her grandpa had it.

I'm taking her to the doctor today and should know more later. She's in a "crisis" state right now which is serious, but not life threatening, and although I'm worried, I want to talk to her doctor and get more information before I overreact.

I guess this is the gist of it:


HOW NORMAL IS AN ADDISONIAN'S LIFE?
As long as the proper dose of replacement medication is taken every day, an Addisonian can have a normal crisis-free life. There are no specific physical or occupational restrictions. Routine care includes regular physician visits, avoidance of dehydration, and the use of extra medication during illness. Pregnancy is possible, but will require extra monitoring of the replacement medication. Every Addisonian should wear an identification bracelet or necklace stating that he or she has the disease, to insure proper emergency treatment. An identification card outlining treatment is also suggested. Today, people with Addison's disease should have a normal life expectancy.