The first half of this year was terrible. First, I got sick on my birthday, and had to call in sick to work (which doesn't happen too often). A month or so later, I managed to get sick again, this time with an ear infection thrown in for good measure. A mysterious rash appeared on my chest, two bowling injuries(both of which are embarrassing), and another ear infection.
Just when I started to feel better, my grandmother passed away.
Add that to the fire.
When June came around, I told the universe(i.e putting it out there) that since the first half of this year was so sucky, I would appreciate a turn around of events.
Nothing has been happening(which is good) however, I would like to see some happy events soon.
Last week I saw a posting for a dream job in my company.
I am really hoping that the universe is listening.
I don't have all the qualifications they desire, but I am a smart girl. I can follow directions and can ask for help when I need it. I do my job damn well, and know that I could also kick butt in this position.
Fingers crossed.
Incense burning.
Saying prayers.
Thirty and....
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Cancer
Cancer scares the crap out of me. It has for years.
There was a point in my life when I was going to do everything possible to reduce my chance of getting skin cancer. So SPF was worn all the time, and if I happened to be at the pool, I sat in the shade. I never bought a big floppy hat, but that's an oversight on my part. I had moles removed, and have been watching new ones grow.
After a few years, I realized I probably wouldn't get skin cancer, but some toe cancer related to size 11 footed women.
Now I realize trying to avoid cancer is like avoiding death. It's going to happen, I just don't know when or how.
That might sound deep and dark, but it's true. Cancer doesn't care that you are a baby or an old man. That you have curly hair or recycle your cardboard.
I know that there are lifestyle and environmental factors that increase your risk of cancer. But plenty of doctors and health care professionals get diagnosed each year.
I know I will drive myself silly with the "what if's" but I would rather face it head on than hiding in the bushes.
There was a point in my life when I was going to do everything possible to reduce my chance of getting skin cancer. So SPF was worn all the time, and if I happened to be at the pool, I sat in the shade. I never bought a big floppy hat, but that's an oversight on my part. I had moles removed, and have been watching new ones grow.
After a few years, I realized I probably wouldn't get skin cancer, but some toe cancer related to size 11 footed women.
Now I realize trying to avoid cancer is like avoiding death. It's going to happen, I just don't know when or how.
That might sound deep and dark, but it's true. Cancer doesn't care that you are a baby or an old man. That you have curly hair or recycle your cardboard.
I know that there are lifestyle and environmental factors that increase your risk of cancer. But plenty of doctors and health care professionals get diagnosed each year.
I know I will drive myself silly with the "what if's" but I would rather face it head on than hiding in the bushes.
Friday, August 27, 2010
The end is near.
The eventual end of this cold, I mean. It has been a long 6 days. I don't care about the flu shot, but if there was a "cold shot" I'd be on top of that like bedbugs in Pioneer Square.
I am proud of myself, for I haven't been sick in over a year. Daily doses of vitamin c seem to help me ward off whatever comes my way(maybe it's working too well and also warding off single men-hmmmmm)
I am proud of myself, for I haven't been sick in over a year. Daily doses of vitamin c seem to help me ward off whatever comes my way(maybe it's working too well and also warding off single men-hmmmmm)
Friday, March 19, 2010
Another lesson learned the hard way.
Note to self: On the day you decide to clean the kitchen and make red velvet cake-make the cake first.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Sorry for the 3 month hiatus...
I wish I could say that I have been preoccupied with important tasks that keep me from the blog. Dating, dancing, travelling----sadly there is no excuse.
There also is no new news.
My days can be divided into two groups, work days and days off. The only real difference is on days off, I don't have to change from my pajamas. Sometimes I leave the house, but never for more than a few hours.
It is possible I am turning into a hermit.
I love my house, I love my red couch. I love books and movies and bejeweled(which I recently discovered). I have no problems with friends or family, I just prefer time by myself. I live alone and I work alone and all that solitary time doesn't bother me one bit.
Currently I do not feel like moving to the country to live in a yurt, however anything is possible.
There also is no new news.
My days can be divided into two groups, work days and days off. The only real difference is on days off, I don't have to change from my pajamas. Sometimes I leave the house, but never for more than a few hours.
It is possible I am turning into a hermit.
I love my house, I love my red couch. I love books and movies and bejeweled(which I recently discovered). I have no problems with friends or family, I just prefer time by myself. I live alone and I work alone and all that solitary time doesn't bother me one bit.
Currently I do not feel like moving to the country to live in a yurt, however anything is possible.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Trying to poison myself!
More specifically I'm trying to give myself salmonella(or Sal Mineo as we call it in my family).
I just finished cooking a chicken breast in the oven(pretty standard dinner for moi). This boob was taking forever to bake. Finally I cut into it to see what was happening...I couldn't figure out why the meat appeared pink...blood-lots of chicken blood. I've never seen such a bloody boob before. (I knew I should have taken a pic).
I know that in my 30 years I have probably ingested chicken blood before.
I still ate a bit of the chicken, surgically removing blood lines from the meat.
We will see how I feel tomorrow.
I just finished cooking a chicken breast in the oven(pretty standard dinner for moi). This boob was taking forever to bake. Finally I cut into it to see what was happening...I couldn't figure out why the meat appeared pink...blood-lots of chicken blood. I've never seen such a bloody boob before. (I knew I should have taken a pic).
I know that in my 30 years I have probably ingested chicken blood before.
I still ate a bit of the chicken, surgically removing blood lines from the meat.
We will see how I feel tomorrow.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Wednesday Update
So now it's August and hopefully excessive heat is gone for the year. Rain please hold out until sunday when I come home from camping. As I write this, I am uploading massive amounts of music onto itunes, yes I have joined the world and now own an IPOD.
I cannot believe I waited so long to get one...hold on a minute. I am way behind on all sorts of technology. January is when I purchased my first computer and in december I received my digital camera as a gift. So actually I can believe it took me this long to join the masses.
I cannot believe I waited so long to get one...hold on a minute. I am way behind on all sorts of technology. January is when I purchased my first computer and in december I received my digital camera as a gift. So actually I can believe it took me this long to join the masses.
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