62 posts tagged “shower”
My best friend is going to be on the left coast and I'm not going to get to see him.
That is... unless someone has $300 (give or take) they want to let me borrow. (Or a bunch of frequent flyer miles.)
I'm not exactly surprised about the spendy plane ticket, I checked it out a month ago when I found out he was going to Orange County and it was just as spendy then. I was just hoping that there might have been some cheap last minute flights. But there were non. Oh well.
It really sucks. We were going to go to Disney Land and go to Newport and recreate scenes from "The OC" but instead I'll be at work and he'll probably get drunk in the hotel bar.
And now I have to go shower and go to work. Exciting.
Edit...
I feel, in an attempt to not sound too sad, that I should let it be known that tomorrow (if the boyfriend isn't working the night shift) we're going to see the new Star Trek. Yes I know it's not exactly new any-more but it's gonna be in the theatre and that's all that matters. Yay!
I am still really sad about not getting to see the Nathan. But I'm pretty freakin' pysched about the movie. Let's just assume that the boyfriend isn't working, cause if he is than that would be double sadness. :-((
Ugh.
I woke up with that song in my head. At 530a.
Now I can't get it out.
I've been sick the past couple of days and I think I was running a mild fever. I think that fever broke this morning around 530a. I woke up and immediately sat up (like they do on movies) then got out of bed, took out my contacts, went pee, tried to go back to sleep and realized that that wasn't going to happen and I was probably just keeping the T awake by coughing and blowing my nose all the time. So I got out of bed again, took a shower, and here I am. I'm totally ready to go back to bed, too! But little T needs to get on the bus in an hour so I figured I'll just wait for that then I'll crawl back in bed and take a nap.
Actually...
Fuck that.
I can get a good 30-40 mins before the T's alarm clock goes off.
I'm going to bed.
Yesterday was good, and aside from a lecture from my dad including things such as... Me going back to school and Me writing to him more it was a fight free holiday. (Those are rare for me.)
The T and I woke up WAY too early, got coffee started, then woke Little T up. He got a boat load of stuff, including (but not limited to... a new computer, some clothes, transformers and books.) The Terrorist got me an awesome locket and I got him a shower curtain. We finished doing the gift thing, I made breakfast then The T had to leave for work. Shortly after Little T left for the grandparents house.
That's when the really Christmas joy began.
No, I'm totally lying.
I didn't really do much of anything exciting.
Talked to family/friends, watched some LOST, had some "Megan Time" (meaning I shaved, plucked, exfoliated & showered... not the other kind of "Megan Time")
Changed our shower curtain.
We had this one...
Anyway... this is our new shower curtain... (a Christmas Gift from me to the T)
Remember, my boyfriend is a total and complete geek. (I'm not a bad gift giver... he's just a geek :-) Though I will miss my Ducky shower curtain I have to admit there are some pretty cool things about this new shower curtain, like the fact that I can go pee and learn things. Like last night, as I was crawling back into bed after a post coital pee, I got all cuddled up to the T and asked him about Curium. Curium is one of the Elements that are at the bottom of the chart (in white) from what I remember from Chemistry, they're the more recently discovered elements. The names of them are quite often obviously named after things, such as Berkelium, Californium, Einsteinium. I couldn't figure out what Curium was named after, all I could think of was the spice and I had a feeling that wasn't the case. So, the Terrorist enlightened me. Curium is named after Madame Curie who is (from what I've skimmed over on Wikipedia) a pretty cool chick.
Plus the shower curtain allows a LOT more light into the bathroom from the little Tiny window above the shower
That was pretty much the gist of my day.
Oh yeah...
I made an AWESOME Christmas dinner. (Well actually I think the word used was "excellent" but... same diff.) It wasn't anything extremely extravagant (ham, mashed potatoes, veggies & garlic bread) but I made it myself and retained my title of "Good Cook."
I remember when Chris and I were together, on a few different occasions we'd be cooking stuff together and he'd make some comment how he was teaching me to cook so I could cook for my future husband, or something to that effect. It would fucking piss me off when he made these comments. Now, 2-3 years down the road, I can't help but giggle because he was basically right, granted the semantics are a bit off, but the basic idea is correct.
Little T goes to his grandparents this weekend. I don't have to work at all this weekend. Well, the coffee shop tried to call me in, which was tempting for half a second because I lost so many hours at the beginning of this week, but Little T isn't going to be home and the T and I have a lot of sex to catch up on. Me going into work tonight would delay that and that's just not cool with me.
Now, I need to go make the kid lunch. Well, that is, if he ever gets out of the shower and tells me what he wants for lunch.
Christmas is out of the way, now the countdown begins...
11 days until my birthday!!
:-)
I'm a bit bored.
Yeah, sure, there's a million things I could be doing. I COULD do the rest of the dishes, or clean up the house or go get Little T's laundry up from the basement, or I could even take a shower and start getting ready for work. But I don't really want to do any of those things, and I'm starting to get sick so I think I should just sit on my Tush and not do nothin'. (Including using proper grammar.)
Over the past few months I've taken various pictures on my camera phone, some with the intent to blog about, some just because I saw something cool/funny that I wanted to remember and some... I have no fucking idea why I took them. Today, I loaded them all up onto Vox and I'm going to have a show and tell.
Exciting, huh?
...A bit of a warning... you might want to get comfy, 'cause there's a lot of 'em.
Me, with freakishly curly and reddish hair. (In the Terrorist's bathroom)
Lesley and I laying on the benches at Ikea, waiting for her couch. Fuck, I loved that couch. It was a little on the soft side but it was so big and cozy and wonderful.
A picture of one of the first cloves of garlic to ever enter my woman-ness (sorry I've been reading romance novels lately) I believe the keys are there for scale. I haven't had those key chains in ages. That was taken a LONG time ago.
I really don't know why this picture was taken. I believe it was to convince Chris to come hang out with us. I don't think it worked.
These two were taken the morning of Adian's 6th birthday. (I think it was 6th.) We had breakfast and then went swimming at the local-ish community center. It was a lot of fun. Miss those two terribly.
This picture sucks. And as stated in the last post I'm lazy and don't feel like fucking with the levels on it to make it clearer. What it is... two bottles of NightTrain a bit bottle and a little bottle. The T got the big one, I got the little one, we proceeded to drink them all then had my first drunken sex experience. I'm sure there was more to it then that, but those are the key points... And I remember the sex well, it was some good lovin'.
My friend Kathrine uses the handle "SexHead" for all her online adventures so I decided to show her that she's not the only one who suffers (is it really suffering though?) from Sexhead.
It's a cervix made out of soap!!
This flower was at the gate to our front yard. I'm sure it's dead now but when I took this picture it was still doing well even though it was REALLY freakin cold outside.
It's a mouse cheese grater!!! How cool is that?!?!?!
Apparently you can buy vibrators at Freddie's now. I love the fact that they write "Personal Massager" on it and have a picture of a chick on the cover. They could at least try to be a bit more discreet. Any-who, it's good to know that if my "personal massager" breaks I don't have to go far to get another one.
At work we've been having a lot of waste at the end of the night so we've started discounting certain items to $1 after 8pm. When I got to work after my weekend this is the sign that the 19 year old supervisor created to inform our customers about our deal. It says "All Pastries on the top shelf are just $1 today. (Smiley Face) Awesome people love pasties." I was the first one to notice the typo. We decided to leave the sign up until someone commented on it and it took about a month or so.
Ps. If you're interested... Take a warm block of cream cheese, blend it with half a bottle of Hickory Smoke BBQ sauce, dice up an onion, a green pepper and a tomato, put the blended stuff down first, layer the other things on it and top with shredded cheese. It's delicious. Or just really addicting.
Okay I think that's it for picture time. I need to go smoke a cigg and make the kid some lunch then get ready for work even though I really don't want to go because I don't feel good and it's cold and it's going to be busy as all fuck.
I'm sick of these fucking snow days.
Seriously.
Today was actually worth it though. But considering the restaurant is closed for the next two weeks, I could really use the money.
After I got the text from my boss saying that they weren't going to open at all I decided I needed to go to Freddy's because I really needed tampons and I figured I could get breakfast and lunch stuff that way we wouldn't have to worry about it later. As I'm wandering in the "Feminine Hygiene" aisle I notice a little box that I had seen before but didn't pay much attention to it. The product is called "Instead" and what it is, is an alternative to pads and tampons. It appeared to be a disposable version of the Mooncup.
So, I figured fuck it! I'm not going to be doing anything today other than sitting around the house. What better time is there to try out a new product?! I threw the box in my cart (along with some tampons...just in case) and home I went. Got home took a shower and popped one in.
It's been about 8 hours since it's been in and all I can say is...
These things are fucking amazing.
I don't feel it at all, I haven't leaked at all, they're supposed to be good for up to 12 hours AND... apparently I can have "mess free sex" with the thing still in my cooch! Though, quite honestly the idea of that kind of weirds me out... It's cool to know that I can if I want too!
Now, I'm going to go back to my lazy day of LOST watching.
I wish I had some chocolate.
Wait! I think I know where there is some!
Awesome.
Happy snow day (or not) kids!
This is a momentous occasion.
The first blog entry on a new computer.
I feel like I should be sipping champagne instead of chugging coffee. Though I don't think the champagne would help alleviate my caffeine withdrawal headache.
Anyway. I should be playing and exploring my new computer and all of the awesome things it can do but before I do that I feel as though I should take a few minutes to declare to the world what an awesome boyfriend I have and show some pictures.
UPS got here at about 340p or so. The T has been working on getting Philotes (my new computer) up and running in one facet or another from that point to about 30 minutes ago (10p). The man has persistence!! Everything is working and though I haven't gotten around to using it, apparently it has all the voodoo magic installed in it to play encrypted DvD's and what not. (I run Linux on my computer so it needs special love to run that sort of stuff.) Now he's giving Bacchus a face lift and a dust off and deciding whether or not he's good enough be a Christmas gift to Little T or if he's too old and withered in which case he'll be a "your computer sucks, here's one that sucks a little bit less" gift. It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but I'm having a bit of separation anxiety. I get a bit sentimental at times and this would totally be one of those times. While the T was cleaning him off, it took me about 20 minutes or so before I could just walk away and come into the bedroom to test out my new one. Granted, part of the reason I stayed out there was because I have a forearm fetish and the T has some MAJORLY sexy forearms... especially when gripping pliers to turn screws and using screwdrivers and other things of that sort that would be done while cleaning out and disassembling a computer... mmmm... oops I'm getting sidetracked. Anyway, he (Bacchus) is being passed on to a good kid who will hopefully get as much use out of him as I did.
Now, it's time for a few pictures...
This is the blanket of dust/dirt/hair/godonlyknowswhatelse that called my computer home. That thing was so fucking dirty I'm amazed it worked as well as it did. The T use to volunteer at Free Geek where he would see a lot of gnarly, gross computers. Mine was the yuckiest he's ever seen!! That makes me oddly proud.
The guts. After it had been cleaned a little bit. The outside wall on the left part of the photo, the part with all the pictures. That's where the blanket of dust was pulled from.
Now I should go shower and take a nap because I'm working all day tomorrow at the restaurant. But I kind of want to play more. :-)
Disclaimer: This is one of those posts where I scream and cry about how I hate my period. It's quite possible I'll go into way too much detail about my cramps, flow and other "gory" details. You've been warned. I don't know why I say "it's quite possible" because that's really all I'm going to talk about.
Day Two is the fucking worse!
I've heard many women complain that the first day of their period is wretched and they hate it. That's not the case for me. For me it's the second day. The first day is like fucking sunshine and roses.
I woke up this morning with cramps. i HATE waking up with cramps. Especially if it's the middle of the night and I can't go back to sleep. It's sucks. They've continued all day ranging from a mild dull annoyance type pain to a sharp jabbing insane nausea inducing type pain. They kind of remind me of the growing pains I used to get in my hips when I was a kid. Only worse, by about a thousand percent, and not just in my hips its throughout my entire pelvic area.
I'm currently on a two hour tampon cycle. I guess that wouldn't be that bad if I was using regular tampons but I'm not. I'm using the big bazooka kind. They're about the size of a nickle in diameter, well, they start that size, they actually grow to about the size of a quarter. I'm going through one of these things EVERY FUCKING TWO HOURS!!! I've been thinking about looking into alternate blood catching techniques but I don't know if it's possible with the flow I have. Plus I also get these big, freakishly huge clots. Last month I was in the shower and I noticed the water in the tub started to back up. I looked and there was a hair clog in the drain, never pleasant but since I do have long hair it happens. I nudged it around a bit with my toe to get the water flowing again and that's when I realized it wasn't a hair clog it was a fucking gigantic blood clot! That's insane! Wonder if I can take blood thinners to thin this shit out. It'll probably cut my cramps in half. But then again if I cut myself on anything I'll probably end up bleeding to death.
Now, I know I bitch and complain about my period a lot and sometimes (all the time) I wish it didn't hurt so much but I am glad that it comes and visits me every month. I know that even if it doesn't come visit me it doesn't necessarily mean I've got a "bun in my oven" because my uterus has always been slightly irregular and regular periods are really not a normal thing for me. But it's still nice to KNOW and not always be slightly wondering. I just wish they were a bit more gentle. That's all.
Now I'm gonna go take a shower then wrap myself around my heating pad.
I come from a strongly catholic family.
Personally, I do not follow any organized religion and I'm not really sure on how I feel about the whole god thing.
Except when I need something. (Which, if there is a god, I think he's cool with my Fair Weather Johnson approach to religion.)
Whenever I or someone I love has something important going on I'll call my mom and tell her to light a candle. Now, in all honesty, I have no clue what the Catholic obsession with candles is nor do I know what the lighting of the candle is supposed to do but that doesn't stop me from calling her and having her do it.
Today I had an interview.
Sent a resume out yesterday and got a call 30 mins later for an interview. After running into the living room and telling the Terrorist about it I immediately called my mom and told her I have an interview at 10.30a Monday morning and she needs to light a candle for me.
I get up this morning, take a shower, get ready, decide I look decidedly cute today (score!) and head out. I get to the place about 10 minutes early and walk in chock full of confidence because I knew somewhere In the world there was fire burning for ME! We go through the interview process which was a bit on the short side but overall I walk out feeling pretty good about things. I call my mom to tell her she can blow out the candle, the problem... She never lit the fucking thing.
Now, would someone please tell me, how the hell is god or saint whoever gonna know that they need to get me this job if my mom didn't light the fucking candle?!?!?!
I should call around for insurance.
I'm going to go lay out in the sun.
Ps. My mail man rocks!
Got up early to give the Terrorist a ride to work.
Little T started his new school yesterday and has been getting a ride to school via. a taxi service the problem is that the cab picks him up just a bit too late for the Terrorist to make it to the Max in time.
No worries.
I kind of like the "excuse" to get up early.
I stopped at Fred Meyers on the way home, putzed around for a bit and got home about an hour or so after I left.
Waiting on my door step was my massage table!
AWESOME!
I don't know what to do now. I had planned on having to stay home all day waiting for it, but now it's here. I kind of want to bust it out and take a nap on it. :-) Though that's just not possible it's what I want to do.
I need to shower, eat, clean the bathroom, tidy my room, do some more insurance shopping, call my mom and thank her, pick up Little T at 2.50p, keep him occupied for a few hours so his dad can go home and pack a bit, get laundry ready, not throw up from uber bad cramps.
Or maybe I could just curl up with my heating pad and take a nap... on my massage table.
In about 30 minutes I've killed 2 maybe 3 spiders. Big Mother Fuckers, too.
I think they're after me.
Anyway, I'm going to continue on with the plan of showering then sleep. But first I'm gonna have to check the tub and pull back all the sheets.
Creepy little fuckers.
I'm sure that I'll wake up with spider bites tomorrow...
That is, if I even wake up at all.
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