If you were constantly aware of your second toe YOU would go crazy too.

Okay you guys, this is something super SUPER serious. My toe...will not...stop twitching! All day long twitchtwitchtwitch, when I'm trying to sleep twitchtwitchtwitch, when I'm sitting in class twitchtwitchtwitch, AS I'M WRITING THIS BLOG TWITCHTWITCHTWWWIIITTTCCCHHH!

I THINK I AM LOSING MY MIIIINDDDSSS!!

LOOK AT IT!!



It all started about six (ish) months ago when I would get these odd electric surge sensations in my right foot. It was always at night, when I would be resting, watching TV or laying in bed on my laptop. This was annoying, but not as annoying as the persistent twitch it eventually morphed into. My second toe has been doing it's little twitchy dance FOR OVER A MONTH NOW. I had to get a physical for school and I asked the doctor about it and he looked at it AND LAUGHED and was all HA! Look! It really is just moving on it's own huh! and I was like "yes DOCTOR it's a muscle twitch WTF". Then he asked me a couple questions and ended the interview with "well...I don't want to scare you...but..." as if whatever he was about to say wouldn't do just that "it could be a sign of MS but since it's only confined to your toe, I think you're okay, just keep an eye on it, you might have to see a neurologist, but whatever, I'm sure you're fine". My reaction? "................." (that's a blank stare) because OMG I HAVE MS!! I mean I don't know if I do or not (I probably don't) but now I am convinced that I do because of one slightly insensitive doctor and an annoying twitch.

Now I'm totally paranoid and it seems like every day I think I have a new symptom. I was driving the other day and realized my eyes were blurry. But then I cleaned my windshield and the blurry-ness went away. Coincidence?? or MS??? I've been getting little words mixed up lately, the other day when Pete was getting ready for his soft ball game and choosing to wear blue shorts with a BLUE T-shirt I told him, "whatever, look like a Smurf, it's not my fashion REPETITION on the line". Brain fart? or MS???

This twitch seriously needs to GO AWAY. Like EMEDIATELY!! (spelling error or MS?????)

Killing time...

...before my boyfriend arrives. We have GRAND plans tonight: I'll probably watch him snood for the first hour few minutes, then we're watching some 1980's slasher movie "Prince of Darkness", then I'll listen to him make some fart noises, and then...who knows? The night is ours! But most likely after that's all done we'll just gaze lovingly into each other's eyes as we fall asleep tangled in a knot of love....because that's the only way we sleep. We actually don't even sleep at all, we just gaze... all. night. long. gaze, gaze, gaze, gaze, gaze.

I'm just fooling you!

Gazing is creepy...just like your uncle.

Wow. You can blame this post entirely on Pete and all the time it takes him to get ready. Most of that time is not even spent on getting dressed at all, most is actually spent dancing in front of his mirror and E-He-ing like Michael Jackson*. So yeah, this post? All his fault.

*True story.

Don't tell anyone but...

I think I almost overdosed on Timothy Gunn after watching far too many hours to admit, of Project Runway. I know! I just can't help it. I fell into a marathon of it yesterday, and oh, how I love marathon anythings, and it was like I rediscovered my love for the show. Even though I never really had a love for it in the first place. But, whatever.

I just think it's so cool and so neat-o that people can take yards of fabric and make it into clothes. Like clothes you can wear on your body! And it really makes me wish I was a fashion designer, even though I have non-existent style and about 95% of the clothes in my closet are old, pathetic, and most likely containing a hole or two. It's sad, but as much as I'd love owning a new and fabulous wardrobe, the thought of clothes shopping sparks a near fatal panic attack. Why can't I sit and have the clothes come to me? Too many options equals GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

But yeah, Project Runway. Such a guilty pleasure right now. I'm three episodes deep into season 5 (courtesy of Project Free Tv ) and I don't think these designers are as good as previous casts. There's some old biker dude-lady who designs things you'd only find on the back streets of Daytona Beach (aka Home of Bike Week, or as it's more affectionately known "The Armpit of Florida"*) and there's this guy Suede (ho-ho! get what he did there?!), that can ONLY talk in third person. He's entirely creepy, and I half considered throwing my laptop across the room to just make him stop (that's clearly not true, I'd never throw you my love. Never.).

But um, hope everyone has a great New Year's and stuff. I just found out the Pharmacy is closed New Year's Day, so, things might just get craz to the ay! Or I'll just have a quiet intimate night with some friends...same thing.

*Thanks to Whitney for the best description of D-town EVER.

Christmas Kitty Bear

You love it.

He loved it. Mr. Hobbs sat there, just like that, for nearly ten minutes while my Mom and I took pictures. Work it! Work it!

Then he discovered the hat.

He shook it off, bit it, and ran away scornfully looking behind.

My wittle kitty bear love puppy.

It's disturbing how obsessed I am with this cat.

It's called "character" okay?

When I was little (I don't know if it was because my parents didn't want to spent the money, or because they just preferred it this way), we would cut down a tree for Christmas. I remember doing this, but only a couple of years, I think maybe because some years my Dad did it alone. I liked it actually. My Dad and I would jump in the canoe (we live on a marsh) and island hop until we found a suitable tree to hack down and take home. It wasn't until I was older that I realized, looking back at old pictures, that we had some funky ass trees.

Our trees were lopsided, they were dinky, and saggy, and old, but? I loved them.

This year I'm getting flash backs to those days because our tree this year? Let's just say Charlie Brown's tree got NOTHIN on us. We have our actual tree at my mom's and so my sister and I debated for a while on whether or not we should spend the 40 bucks and get our own. I guess we took too long to make a decision because when I came home today, there was a tiny "tree" on our steps. Our "tree" is actually a few branches off a cedar tree on our island my mom cut down and planted for us. But I say? It's perfect. I took a picture of it and sent it to my boyfriend who said it was, wait for it...wait for it...ghetto. Thanks. But we don't listen to him because he's actually a big terd that's disguised in human skin and a backwards hat.

Internet, meet our tree. Our non-ghetto, fabulous tree.

See? Cute.

So there.

Okay so it's actually a little ridiculous, but it makes me laugh and reminds me of being little and I like it, so it stays.

Notice the present under there? My niece went shopping in her room and filled that bag with some of her toys and nail stuff (I told her she could get me something for my nails as a present a couple of days ago). She pranced around so excited for about ten minutes singing "It's something that you waaaanted!"

She can stay too.

I look like total ARSE right now, yippeee!

Hello, and welcome to my Saturday Wednesday. I'm in my first week of my new work schedule and so I have the day off today! Which makes it feel like a Saturday, but a really boring Saturday where you have nothing to do because it's actually a Wednesday.

I was freakin' TIRED last night after teaching my classes (still a horrible, unenthused teacher...oops!) and when I got home I showered, and then passed the F out without blow drying my hair.

So when I woke up this morning, I looked a little like this.

And that was pretty much my reaction too. Disgust. So know what I did about it? Made some coffee and sat down at the computer...aka nothing. I think I might just rock this look all day. Because it's my Wednesday off, and one can do such things on their Wednesday off. Didn't you know?

So plans for my day might now include hiding behind trees and jumping out at little school children and then... who knows! Making babies cry?

Maybe, if time allows.