while dreaming of hazy humid days with homemade lemonade, unintentional tan lines, messy hair, and salt sticky skin.
I'm ready for a break. A summer break that is.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
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.
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?????)
Monday, September 27, 2010
Eight months, twenty-two days, or something
Oh Hey.
Yeah...so...
This is awkward.
Awkwarrrrddd...
It's only been like.....Um, I dunno, FOREVER AND A YEAR since my last blog. But at least I'm here now right? I thought for a while I would never return to my dear blog. Is blogging still cool? Half the blogs I was following have stopped, must be because I stopped. Contrary to popular belief the Internet does not actually keep internet-ing when I'm not blogging. Didn't you know?
I wonder what happens to people when they stop blogging. A lot of the time I forget that the people behind the blogs I read every day are in fact that, people. People who have lives outside of their blog and who may need to step away from their blogs to deal with said life. I guess that's what I did. Life took a turn I hoped it would never take and the magnitude of the situation left writing stupid every day thoughts on whateverthehell just seem, well, stupid. And basically when you want to stay out of your head the last thing you want to do is write. I'm hoping now that some time has passed it's safe to return to my head. We shall see.
Ok I promise that's the end of me being super vague. Sorry 'bout that.
In the sake of saving time (my time, not yours, obviously. I know you have nothing better to do than read my every word. I kid. I kid. FISH. LIPSTICK. POPPYSEED.) let me bullet point a recap for ya.
Yeah...so...
This is awkward.
Awkwarrrrddd...
It's only been like.....Um, I dunno, FOREVER AND A YEAR since my last blog. But at least I'm here now right? I thought for a while I would never return to my dear blog. Is blogging still cool? Half the blogs I was following have stopped, must be because I stopped. Contrary to popular belief the Internet does not actually keep internet-ing when I'm not blogging. Didn't you know?
I wonder what happens to people when they stop blogging. A lot of the time I forget that the people behind the blogs I read every day are in fact that, people. People who have lives outside of their blog and who may need to step away from their blogs to deal with said life. I guess that's what I did. Life took a turn I hoped it would never take and the magnitude of the situation left writing stupid every day thoughts on whateverthehell just seem, well, stupid. And basically when you want to stay out of your head the last thing you want to do is write. I'm hoping now that some time has passed it's safe to return to my head. We shall see.
Ok I promise that's the end of me being super vague. Sorry 'bout that.
In the sake of saving time (my time, not yours, obviously. I know you have nothing better to do than read my every word. I kid. I kid. FISH. LIPSTICK. POPPYSEED.) let me bullet point a recap for ya.
- Still in school. School is good. I made straight A+s for the first time in all my college history last semester.
- Still with The Pete
- Still living at home
- Still working (only occasionally!) at the pharmacy
- Um......Oh! I'm teaching dance again this year, Advanced Jazz Whoop!
- Still loving my Kitty Bear (he's next to me right now sucking on a blanket, so gross and so CUTE ♥ ♥ heartsheartshearts ♥ ♥
- I have babies coming!!! Not mine! OMG NO, my sister Coral and WuTang. Coral a boy and Whitney a girl. Very. Excited. About. All. The. Babies.
- .............
- I guess that's it.
- Why am I still bulleting?
- Would you read my blog if this was the only way I wrote?
- You would???
- And you would still love me???!!?
- I love you too.
See you soon, maybe.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Memory Box
Home and bored and locked inside from the cold, will often lead one to wander... I do this from time to time, in those few minutes when my attention isn't focused on the mesmerizing gleam of my computer screen (Facebook). I don't know why, but I rarely watch TV alone, maybe I feel guilty about it or something but reason or not, I hardly do it. So I wander instead, aimlessly around the house until something gains my attention. Tonight it was my "Memory Box". I really wish I had a better name than that-"My Memory Box" because "My Memory Box" sounds too Oprah book club-ish, but I mean, it's a box filled with memories, what else should I call it??
It's recently, in the past years, overflowed into two Memory Boxes and I fear one day you'll see me on Hoarders, clutching on to my prized possessions of movie stubs and receipts, but I feel like I have years until then, or at least a few, so...meh.
Inside my "Memory Boxes" you will find...
I feel stupid talking about this as if I'm the first to own a Memory Box...everyone must have them...right? Or am I weird?
Aren't you happy I skipped all the "OMG I haven't blogged in ages and Wah wah wahhh I haven't really been busy but I'll just say I was because I feel a need for an excuse of non-blogging"? Me too.
It's recently, in the past years, overflowed into two Memory Boxes and I fear one day you'll see me on Hoarders, clutching on to my prized possessions of movie stubs and receipts, but I feel like I have years until then, or at least a few, so...meh.
Inside my "Memory Boxes" you will find...
- A penny that was half stuck under my kitchen island for 20 something years and was only released after we remodeled
- The Heineken label Pete peeled from his beer and attached to my cup the first night we really hung out, the 1st Christmas Eve's Eve of the many that would follow...Franniversary What!
- A note from Whitney from an undisclosed year, but we were obviously young (she signed it "love and stuff" how cute!)
- Paper bag puppets I made with Rylee
- Plane ticket to Spain
- The beer cap from the first beer I drank as a 21yr old which I bought from a crack gas station called "Lay Lows" in Orlando before a football game
- A Christmas present tag with a special hand written note from my Dad from 2000
- Plane ticket to LA
- My UCF graduation tassel
- My original drawings and other 1st versions of my tattoo
- A paper fortune telling folding game thingy (do those have an official name?) that Todd and Pete made in college, including such fortunes as "you will get drunk and wet the bed tonight" and my favorite, "you or your girlfriend will find a pot of gold at the end of their vagina"
- Shelby LuLu's doggy tag
- A rose bud from the bouquet my dad gave me for my 18th birthday
- A magnet of The Californian Raisins sitting on a couch from my Grandma's fridge (do yourself a favor and actually click that link, TRUST)
- A note from my mom she wrote while bored at the Doctor's office which reads like a high school homeroom note to a friend
- A thousand birthday cards
- A penis straw from my sister Coral's bachelorette party
I feel stupid talking about this as if I'm the first to own a Memory Box...everyone must have them...right? Or am I weird?
Aren't you happy I skipped all the "OMG I haven't blogged in ages and Wah wah wahhh I haven't really been busy but I'll just say I was because I feel a need for an excuse of non-blogging"? Me too.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Who's this beautiful baby?
It's me! It's me!
When I was a baby I was nicknamed "Punk Rock Baby" because, well, it's obvious right? I think while pregnant my mom was exposed to too much 80’s rock music, and my hair took note. Sideways, straight up and down, and just about everywhere, my hair was quick to gain quite a reputation. Whenever a kid would spot me and my mom out in public they'd point and shout "Punk Rock Baby!" much to my mother's delight.
As an assignment for school, I have to write about a story from my infancy and so, I chose my hair. With hair this bad ass how could I not? God, I was so hip to the latest fashion trends. Sadly, I don't know if I've ever been since? Guess my fashion career peaked early.
When I was a baby I was nicknamed "Punk Rock Baby" because, well, it's obvious right? I think while pregnant my mom was exposed to too much 80’s rock music, and my hair took note. Sideways, straight up and down, and just about everywhere, my hair was quick to gain quite a reputation. Whenever a kid would spot me and my mom out in public they'd point and shout "Punk Rock Baby!" much to my mother's delight.
As an assignment for school, I have to write about a story from my infancy and so, I chose my hair. With hair this bad ass how could I not? God, I was so hip to the latest fashion trends. Sadly, I don't know if I've ever been since? Guess my fashion career peaked early.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Back to Blogging
Or so I'm going to try. I'm optimistic, but don't be surprised if i disappear again tomorrow in a couple weeks. Natalie told me I should blog again. And when she was little she threw a butter knife at my head because I wouldn't butter her bagel (or something? I know I totally got that wrong didn't I Nat or Whit?) so, I'm not going to NOT take her advice. You wouldn't either.
I'm going to a wedding next Sat and I bought my dress today. I described this dress in FULL detail to my mother before I realized I could just, I dunno, pull it out of my closet and show it to her? It's purple and satin and...I'm describing it again...when Ta-Da! I have a picture:
I like the dress, but I'm not used to seeing my legs (because I ALWAYS wear pants) so I'm unsure if it's too short or not. Also, my legs are extremely white. See-through white. It's hard to tell from this picture, but they are actually whiter than the rest of my body. Strange but true.
What do I do about this? I could try and lay out in the November sun, it's actually STILL FREAKING HOT around here, but let's face it, I do NOT tan. Sun Shine actually laughs at my skin when it sees it, and if my skin stays out long enough, it makes the Sun Shine angry and so the Sun Shine slaps it around a bit until my skin is a most flattering shade of OUCH. Do I fake tan it? Spray tan it? Work a pair of tan pantyhose Hooters Girl style all night? Or just embrace the lovely glow of my porcelain see-through skin?
Decisions people. Very. Serious. Decisions.
I'm going to a wedding next Sat and I bought my dress today. I described this dress in FULL detail to my mother before I realized I could just, I dunno, pull it out of my closet and show it to her? It's purple and satin and...I'm describing it again...when Ta-Da! I have a picture:
I like the dress, but I'm not used to seeing my legs (because I ALWAYS wear pants) so I'm unsure if it's too short or not. Also, my legs are extremely white. See-through white. It's hard to tell from this picture, but they are actually whiter than the rest of my body. Strange but true.
What do I do about this? I could try and lay out in the November sun, it's actually STILL FREAKING HOT around here, but let's face it, I do NOT tan. Sun Shine actually laughs at my skin when it sees it, and if my skin stays out long enough, it makes the Sun Shine angry and so the Sun Shine slaps it around a bit until my skin is a most flattering shade of OUCH. Do I fake tan it? Spray tan it? Work a pair of tan pantyhose Hooters Girl style all night? Or just embrace the lovely glow of my porcelain see-through skin?
Decisions people. Very. Serious. Decisions.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
I think I may be dying slightly, but, the weather has been nice.
Let me set the scene for you: I woke up early last Wednesday morning to the sound of a hurricane outside my window. It might have just been a really strong rain storm, but there's potential the weather man got it wrong, right? Point is it was RAINING REALLY HARD. I got dressed for school, sat around a little before I left, hoping maybe the rain would stop a little but it didn't (asshole) and so umbrella in hand I ran through our yard ankle deep in rainwater. I get to the car, throw my backpack in the back, sit down in the front seat, reach outside and twist around to close the umbrella and KABAM! break my back. Pain, very very bad pains shooting up my back that would not stop.
And haven't stopped.
I can't breath, I can't lay in bed (so I can't sleep), can't walk upright, it's basically the most excruciating pain that has ever walked this earth (not to be dramatic or anything). And seriously? Because of pulling an umbrella into my car? How lame is that!? If I break my back I'd at least like there to be some kind of thrilling story attached to it, ya know? Maybe like, lifting three kids in the air with one hand to save them from ravage tigers or something? People would believe that, I'm actually deceivingly strong (no). It's been a week, and it's just as bad tonight as it was the first night, and I don't know how to fix it. And P.S. taking five Ibuprofens at once doesn't help.
But on the plus side the weather has been glorious lately, and somehow that takes maybe just like 1,000,000th of a fraction of the pain away, so hopefully more nice weather is ahead.
And haven't stopped.
I can't breath, I can't lay in bed (so I can't sleep), can't walk upright, it's basically the most excruciating pain that has ever walked this earth (not to be dramatic or anything). And seriously? Because of pulling an umbrella into my car? How lame is that!? If I break my back I'd at least like there to be some kind of thrilling story attached to it, ya know? Maybe like, lifting three kids in the air with one hand to save them from ravage tigers or something? People would believe that, I'm actually deceivingly strong (no). It's been a week, and it's just as bad tonight as it was the first night, and I don't know how to fix it. And P.S. taking five Ibuprofens at once doesn't help.
But on the plus side the weather has been glorious lately, and somehow that takes maybe just like 1,000,000th of a fraction of the pain away, so hopefully more nice weather is ahead.
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