Imma get a tan in February. You just watch.

I actually managed to let my nose get a bit pink on Thursday. Ha ha ha! This sunshine, like, rules, and stuff. I almost put my bikini on Friday morning for my 10am-3pm sun session. Then I remembered that I always bitch at my friends and Michael when they get burned or spend too much time in the sun. Not to mention that I think tanning salons deserve the title of "Cancer Merchant" just as much as cigarette companies. So, I restained myself from my hypocracy and put a hat on. Yay me.

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Loki was having peeing problems again, so Michael took him to the vet and (after sedating him because he still isn't comfortable with strangers touching him on his belly) they did an ultrasound and found that his bladder walls are four times thicker than they should be! They also found little gritty things in there that they said might be tiny bladder stones. My poor, big, nasty, slobbery baby. This is what he looked like when he came home all stoned:

The vet gave us some antibiotics, so hopefully that will at least bring the bladder swelling down. Thank god for pet insurance at times like this.

Why do purebred animals seem to have so many medical problems? Hustler never needs anything besides food and his vaccinations. I think my Ridgeback, Bean, is the only purebred dog I've ever had that was as low-maintence as a mutt. Then again, when you breed a dog for baying lions, you wanna make sure it's not gonna get the vapors on you or anything.

Also, the antibiotics are giving Loki worse gas than usual. Thank god we've been spending so much time outside.

W00t!

Days like today I totally forget that there's anything wrong with me. Pretty much because I feel great! Days like today I can't imagine that I will ever feel weak, tired, or sick again. It's so weird. I know that for almost 3 weeks I was so tired and so weak that I could barely clean my house, but it all just seems like a bad dream.
It was perfect outside and I got to drink my coffee on the back deck for the first time since November (yeah, Waaa! I know). I was not cold at all the whole time the sun was up today. Loki, Hustler and I pretty much hung out outside all day. I do wonder how much sunlight and warm weather affects my condition. It's odd that I at least feel more upbeat and less stiff and tired when it's sunny and warm outside.
Anyway, lets hope this is the beginning of a weeks-long (or longer!) period of feeling good.
(Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaase God?!!!)

Alabama the beautiful--and hilarious

I really, really need a good camera. I had a deer run through my back yard today. Granted, I probably wouldn't have been able to snap a picture in time if I did have that camera, but the fact that I'm not able to document the odd/wonderful things I see here still eats at me.





Awesomely hilarious things I've seen and not been able to get a picture of:

• A pimp in an ankle-length fur coat on a 70 degree day gassing up his bright red Monte Carlo SS


• A quad of burned-out trailers


• An Oldsmobile on huge tires


• A Chevy Caprice Classic with M&M decals all over it.


• The Boll Weavil monument (at least that's always there)


• A church sign reading "Your conscience is what hurts when everything else feels good".


• A real-estate agency sign reading "If absence makes the heart grow fonder, how some folks must love the church!".

There's much, much more but I can't recall all of it right now.

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So I don't feel so "weird" anymore, but I'm still sleeping a lot. I did stop the round-the-clock sleeping, and now I just sleep 12-14 hours a night. Great. Oh well, it's better than before.

Best picture evah (my nephew)!

Check the snotty nose and how the kitten looks like it's screaming (don't worry, my sis just snapped the pic mid-meow).

I don't know why...

But I find this hilarious:



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I've been sleeping pretty much around the clock the past 4 days. Yesterday when I woke up in the afternoon, I felt sick. At least there's a reason I've been sleeping so much. I was really worried there for a bit. I feel fatigued a lot, but I haven't slept this much since I had mono. I guess all that sleep is my body trying to get over whatever I have, which so far doesn't feel bad enough to warrant round-the-clock sleeping, but maybe it's going to get worse. I hope not.

The northeast has giant snow drifts, I have giant dog hair drifts (in my house). When you have dogs and you don't vacuum or sweep for 4 or 5 days, you live in dog hair. Yuck.

LOLWTF?

I really miss this place:

I do not miss Michael doing stupid crap like standing on that skinny bit of rock sticking out over the ocean, though.

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Ugh.

So

Fucking

Tired today.

It hurt when I woke up, actually hurt. I had no milk, therefore I had no coffee. Yeah, I'm a wuss that can't drink her coffee without milk. A lot of milk. My head was pounding and my jaw was all stiff. I'm either clenching my jaw or grinding my teeth in my sleep. Or both. Michael says he's never heard me grind my teeth, so maybe it's just the lovely TMJ that's giving me those wonderful headaches in the mornings. I accomplished going to the store and getting milk and dog food. No cleaning, and I made a pizza because it takes like 5 minutes to jazz up some tomato sauce and throw some ingredients on a crust.

Fuck! When am I going to feel better? I guess I better get cracking on that search for a new doctor. Yeah, that would help...

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Ever wonder what a tortured Sim looks like?

Meet Josh. He lives in a basement. His TV is turned around and faces the wall so he can't watch it. Or turn it off, which means he can't sleep.

He also has no bathroom and has to pee on himself, which doesn't seem to bother him too much. Here he is enjoying the aroma of his dirty armpits.

What? WHAT????!

Lost in the fog

So, I've had a little more energy the last two days, but my brain seems to be having a major malfunction.


Yesterday when Michael and I were grocery shopping (which totally wore me out) I kept asking if we had put certain items in the cart over and over. I couldn't remember that I had just picked them off the shelves minutes before. Then, when the checker was bagging our stuff and turning the little bag carousel so I could get my groceries and put them back in the cart, I just stood there until the poor lady ran out of bags because I hadn't taken any of the stuff off of the carousel.


Just now, I poured myself a small bowl of cereal. We don't have any milk (I thought we had enough when we were shopping). I knew we didn't have any more milk because Michael and I had just finished it off along with the cookies we ate after dinner, which was just a few hours ago.


WTF?





On the bright side, I managed to walk the dogs for about 45 mins and then let them play for about another hour, clean and vaccum the house, then cook dinner.


I know most people manage these things even after working all day. Well, I'm fucking tired all the time and it was tough for me, so back off!!



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Nosferatu is mocking you.

For Boston

I hope you can see this.

He's doing it as hard as he can.



Morons.

That is all I have to say about that.





So I didn't eat any real food until dinner today. I munched on freakin' cheezits (the green Tabasco flavored ones). Maybe that had something to do with feeling like I was going to faint after I finished cleaning the house. I doubt it, though. The fatigue seems like it's so random. Taking my vitamins, eating right, resting when I feel like I need to, exercising when I feel like I can. None of it seems to matter. I wasn't even taking my vitamins when I was feeling really good for those two weeks. Nor was I taking it easy. In fact, I was so thrilled to be feeling so good for so long that I was pushing myself more and more activity-wise each day. I guess I'll go back to taking my vitamins and making sure I eat real food during the day, because even if I don't feel the effects, taking care of myself can't possibly hurt anything. I would wait and see if it makes me feel better in a few days, but I think getting over the worst of Aunt Flo would have a lot more to do with it.

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My little nephew picked up my sister's phone and told her to call me today. He left me the cutest message. Something about giving me a cracker. I accidentally erased it. Crap.


Also,

Good night.