Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Today was a good day. Everyone was in a good mood (with the exception of Sarah, who was also a cranky ass last week and denied that it had anything to do with me when I asked, yet she continues to be a cranky ass), the day went quickly, Jenn is back tomorrow... All good things. Oh, and I found a large 4-leafed-clover while taking Indie out on my lunch break. I have always looked for them, since I was a kid, but this is the first one I have ever found. I'm actually pretty psyched about it. I stuck it in my checkbook, because it was the only "book" I had at work that I knew I'd remember to take home with me. It occurred to me later that I can always use luck in that area anyway!

We're going to see The Bars again on Friday night and I am psyched! I seriously missed them, during the year or so I didn't go. Feels good to be going out and doing things again. It's too easy to let myself become a hermit.

I got an email from Doug today about ticks, to which I of course had to respond with an unsolicited tick lesson (it's the veterinary employee in me - it never shuts up!) and now I feel like they're crawling on me. Argh! Ticks suck. I have seen horrible things in veterinary medicine - from animals that have been hit by cars to the condition of animals who people have allowed to waste away in sickness before deciding to do something about it - and the one thing that still creeps me out and makes me lose my cool is ticks. They just suck! Eeeeeek! (Just got a chill again, thinking about them!)

Anyway, hope everyone's day didn't kick their ass too hard - unless you needed a good ass kicking and let's be honest...sometimes we all do!

Posted @ 8:40 PM

Monday, May 30, 2005

Well, it rained yesterday. Actually, stormed would be more accurate, so we didn't go to the Rock 101 shindig. Can say I'm horribly disappointed. It's a good time, but if you're having any anti-social or anti-hassle feelings, don't go. There are way too many people, way too little parking and way too much traffic when it's all over. Add too much thunder, lightning and water to that (and um, yeah, as if I wanted to stand next to a giant metal stage, surrounded by giant pieces electric equipment, anyway!) and it wasn't my cup of tea. So we chilled here and did next to nothing. Lol. Yay for long, slacker weekends! Today I have done much the same, except I did haul my ass out to get groceries and there are currently three loads of laundry waiting for a dryer.

When Jay, Jenn, Mike and I went to Shorty's for my birthday, our waitress let slip what's in espinaca. Now, having tried to make espinaca myself more than once and failing miserably, I had convinced myself that it simply defied recreation outside the Shorty's kitchen and/or fell directly from heaven, so when the waitress gave up the ingredients, the feeling I got was akin to when I found out how the magician's tricks really work - that they are not magic at all. I was excited - that maybe I too could wield the "power" - and disappointed all at the same time, that it's actually boringly simple. So anyway, I got the ingredients and might try to make some later, if I can bring myself to let go of the rest of the magic...

Hope everyone's enjoying the last day of the long weekend. And if you didn't get a long weekend, say something to your boss tomorrow. Suggestions posted below (courtesy of a forwarded email I chose to open - how very unlike me!):

Things You'd Love to Say Aloud at Work

1. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of shit.
2. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
3. How about never? Is never good for you?
4. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.
5. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to see it my way.
6. I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.
7. I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message
8. I don't work here, I'm a consultant.
9. It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're saying.
10. Ahhh...I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again...
11. I like you. You remind me of myself when I was young and stupid.
12. You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
13. I have plenty of talent and vision; I just don't give a damn.
14. I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.
15. I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.
16. Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of
17. The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.
18. Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
19. What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?
20. I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.
21. It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot of Karma to burn off.
22. Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.
23. And your crybaby whiny-crapped opinion would be...?
24. Do I look like a people person?
25. This isn't an office, it's Hell with fluorescent lighting.
26. I started out with nothing and still have most of it left.
27. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.
28. If I throw a stick, will you leave?
29. Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.
30. Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.
31. I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.
32. A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door.
33. Can I trade this job for what's behind door #1?
34. Too many freaks, not enough circuses.
35. Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?
36. Chaos, panic, and disorder --- my work here is done.
37. How do I set a laser printer to stun?
38. I thought I wanted a career; turns out I just wanted a salary.
39. Who lit the fuse on the point of your head?
40. Oh I get it. .. like humor... but different.

Posted @ 3:31 PM

Saturday, May 28, 2005

Well, although it may not last, the sun is out, the bugs and birds are hysterically happy and the sun is shining. :o)

Here's whassup:

I got through Friday - yay. Don't even want to think about work for the next 72 hours.

I forgot to sign one of my car registration renewal checks (mail-in renewal) and now I have to go do it in person on Tuesday, before I am driving illgally. This means missing work, but I think I can get Jenn to cover a few hours for me, 'cause she's off on Tuesday and as a new employee, her vacation will be unpaid and she could probably use the $.

Jay went to a bachelor party last night and kept calling me from the strip club to tell me he loved me. Now he's out on his bike.

I am listening to the radio and chatting with Erin and thinking about going outside to clean my car. My poor superbrew has like no resale value left at all. Three collisions, unremovable dog hair, permanently embedded sand in the carpets... Oh well - so it's mine. It was always mine. Now I just couldn't get rid of it, even if I wanted to. I do think the damned thing is cursed, but it's mine. *sigh*

I love listening to the deep rumble of the Harleys going by. Why does that sound make me a twinge horny? Is it not enough that I turned out to be into heavy metal and hard rock, but now seem to have the biker bug, too? Wow. Woundn't have guessed it, back when I was running around in hippy skirts and ankle bracelets with bells, scented with oils and incense. My my, how times change.

Anyway, I have things to do. Or at least, I am telling myself I do, though in all honesty, I will probably continue to sit here and mess around online. Hope y'all are having a good weekend!


i saw your picture today
and the butterflies swarmed

[electric twinges to the tips
of my fingers]
and I was stranded

for a moment,
taking you in

just a gaze in my direction
able to peel away layers

[so gently]

to expose the part of me
made of nothing
but light.

Posted @ 1:14 PM

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Phhhhh. This week has been nuts. The only threads keeping me connected to my sanity (and that's really all relative anyway, isn't it?) is that tomorrow is Friday, it's a long weekend, and Jenn will be back next week. I don't even want to get into what's been so crazy, but I will say it's all about work and it's all because it's the beginning of the busy season -- we haven't even peaked yet, not by a long shot! -- and 3 people have had vacations in the last 3 or 4 weeks, which means Barb, Sarah and I, the only 3 who didn't go anywhere, have been picking up slack and working overtime for too damned long! There is a light at the end of the tunnel and I am going to try to crawl toward it for one more day...

So, it's still fucking raining. I wish I had kept a log of when it started, because it occurred to me that it seems like an unnaturally long time to have non-stop rain. I mean, overall, this spring has been more rainy than most as it is, but in the last week or so, we haven't had even one hour without rain. Just seemed odd. So I finally checked the weather online and this is what it said: The stubborn, slow moving, May Nor'easter that we have had to deal with since Monday, will linger around these parts through tonight. Winds will be much lighter and will be more out of the north, rather than northeast. That should diminish the threat of coastal flooding considerably overnight. One more batch of rain will continue to affect us through the night before tapering off to drizzle. Some breaks of sun (that's right...SUN!) are likely Friday afternoon and into the upcoming weekend. It won't be completely dry, however, as the threat of a scattered shower, or thundershower, from time to time will be present, especially in the afternoon. Hey, at least it is some improvement! Did I mention temps near 70? It all makes sense now, except when we get these in the winter, they're gone in a day or two. Anyway, so it's wet and will continue to be wet for another day or two, and who knows what will happen after that. Wet wet wet!

I was planning on attending the Rock 101 Sky Show on Sunday, but if it's pouring, I'm not going. Harumph. Quite a cranky ass in my old age, aren't I? Phhhhhhhhhh. Lol. I am all about the truly unspellable noises tonight, though they are spellable enough that you got the idea, right?

I'm going to admit something totally embarrassing to you, because I actually think it's funny. My poor, well-meaning physical therapy assistant was doing some deep tissue massage tonight -- me lying on my belly -- and we were chatting and I laughed and I am so friggin tired that I farted. I didn't know what to do, so I just said "I am soooo sorry!" but he just kept on talking, so I don't know whether he really heard/smelled it or not, but I thank him for acting like he didn't. Lol. One of those classic moments. He's been a bit inappropriately flirty/suggestive with me anyway, so he might have needed a fart to knock him down a couple notches. Or knock me down, in his opinion, i.e. This is the reality, baby! I fart when I'm over tired! Lol. Sorry. Like I said, tired.

Anyway, I'm gonna take my dawg out and then go pass out. T.G.-fricken-I.F.!!!
Untitled 5-23-05 - Revised

My world lies under a dishwater sky,
rinsed in the gray of five days' rain.

Each leaf bends to the will of the wind,
branches wave with the rehearsed grace
of pageant beauty queens.

Even lilacs bow and huddle like birds
seeking refuge while they await
the first rainless day, to open their eyes
to the sun.

But some good can be said of the deluge
for silver lines these clouds.

The botanical jewels of spring
have never looked so brilliant.
Saturated with water, every verdant shade
comes to life like the Emerald City.

The rain fills the ground with the promise
of lush summer and barefoot grass.

I am content to stare at the sky
and wait out the storm,

knowing the best
is yet to come.

Posted @ 9:19 PM

Monday, May 23, 2005

Untitled 5-23-05

My world lies under a dishwater sky,
rinsed in the dingy gray of five days’ rain.

Each wet leaf bends to the will of the wind,
branches waving like parade beauty queens,
with a seemingly rehearsed grace.

Even the lilacs bow and huddle like birds
trying to stay warm and dry, just waiting
for the first rainless day, to open their eyes
to the sun.

But some good can be said of the deluge;
there are silver linings to these clouds:

The botanical jewels of spring have
never looked so brilliant. Saturated
with water, every verdant shade
comes to life like the Emerald City

and the rain fills the ground with promises
of lush summer blooms and perfect
bare-foot grass.

I am content to stare at the sky
and wait out the storm,

knowing the best
is yet to come.

Posted @ 8:43 PM

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Saturday Morning

The pop and hiss,
bright firefly sparks
shooting upward
in liberated masses

and the warmth of rocks,
on which my bare feet
spent the night -

toenails glistening
with pink polish,
in total contradiction
of the me that was
peeing in the woods,
the me that was trying
to call the Barred owls
who were sadly absent
in this pseudo-rural place -

and the wafts of smoke
I didn't move my chair
to avoid, the glow of
many a log’s final hour
before changing forms,
as we all do eventually -

Friday night's scent
is still strong in my hair.

I sit here, gratefully alone,
and spread it in curtains
across my face.

We went to Jay's friend James' house again on Friday night. Yes, this was the scene of one of my worst alcohol-related incidents ever (see entry from 5/2). Thankfully, no one gave me too much shit about it, but I don't think they believed me about the ibuprofen. Not that this is something to brag about, but I have consumed an entire bottle of Tequila Rose many times before and been admittedly intoxicated, but nowhere near where I was that night. Anyway...

I saw my Medicine Man yesterday and am dealing with the stigma of yet another possible factor in my mental dysfunction - "bipolar-ish." Al (Med Man) says he prefers to treat symptom clusters instead of try to assign a disorder to a person, and I appreciate this approach, because it's not like he can open my head up and say "Ah yes, I see this isn't working. Your problem is _____________. Here is your prescription." Anyhoo, the way he explained it to me is that everyone has times of anxiety, depression, trouble concentrating, trouble sleeping, etc. For many of those people, it's "normal," and doesn't effect their day to day living. In my case, the same exists, it's just amplified. So, the depression/anxiety/A.D.D. aspects are under control but I'm still not sleeping, which rules any of the above as the cause (as they're all being treated, quite successfully, I might add) and that is where the term "bipolar-ish" comes in. I am not being diagnosed as bipolar, just showing a tendency toward one aspect of it.

Now, since my sister is seriously bipolar, I have read about it and know the different levels. There is "normal," then (going up) hypomania, then mania, then psychosis, etc. Going down, there is depression, manic depression and I don't remember where it goes from there. Anyway, "hypomania" - what Al thinks I have going on - can actually seem a lot like A.D.D. because a person in a hypomanic state has a lot of energy, their brain just goes, goes and goes some more, they are always trying to do a million things at the same time, they have a tendency to be "hyperverbal," as Al calls it, meaning they talk a lot and fast (that's me), among other things. Al's other term is "racy." I am like that all the time. Hypomania occurs when there is excessive dopamine circulating. It makes sense that during the day, it would probably not be unwelcome, because I can assure you, it makes you awfully productive. But at night, the dopamine overrides melatonin - the sleep chemical - and I don't sleep. So, since anxiety is evidently not the root of my insomnia (and anxiety is covered by the anti-depressant anyway), I am dropping the anti-anxiety/sedative at night and trying something else, to bring the dopamine down. It's so embarrassing for me to type this out for all of you to see, but it also helps me to see it make sense on paper and not just be this big, vague "thing." Plus, I always have a ton of questions for Al and he always answers them, so it also makes me feel better to understand why, not just be handed a prescription and charged my $20 copay.

Anyway... Gotta do some laundry. Dave and the family are on vacation until Tuesday and I can get away with wearing jeans tomorrow, but I need khakis for the rest of the week. Hope y'all had a nice weekend. :o)

Posted @ 3:27 PM

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Hmmm. In my quest to eat better yet not drive myself insane with deprivation, I am currently enjoying a bowl of Edy's Raspberry Vanilla Swirl, which I bought because I saw the little "no sugar added" part. But lo! It is also fat free. So wouldn't you think that something fat free with no sugar added would basically just be pink ice? Well, think again. This shit is goooooood. Unnaturally good. It doesn't seem like it should be this good. It's very creamy and just the right amount sweeeeeet. Hmmmm. My tongue and brain are not agreeing on this one at all. This can't possibly be not cheating. *shrugs* I guess I just have to go with what the label says, right? Mmm mmm mmm!

Anyway, I have today off and just got back from running errands and can't decide whether I want to take a nap or give myself a pedicure. I am in my Birkenstocks all the time now (unless working), and although the koi fish offers some podiatric decoration, my toes themselves seem to be lacking something. (I learned "podiatric" on thesaurus.com. Ain't it a great word? Lol.) Maybe a pedicure then a nap? Actually, I think it's too late for a nap now. If I crash for an hour or two (as my "naps" always are), I'll be up all night, which is friggin ridiculous, because I am taking a dose of generic Klonopin (per Drs. orders) that would make a horse yawn, yet I am still up and down all damned night long. Someone on The Velvet Couch mentioned "how poets sleep," and I don't know if they meant poets sleep well or horribly, but if that's a rule one way or another, I might not be a poet after all... *sigh*

Here are a couple of my latest spring floral shots. The top one is the blossoms on the pear tree we got Dave and Michelle for our one year anniversary last year. The bottom is something I found growing behind a coniferous bush outside. Don't know what it is, but it sure does look sad and stifled back there...

Anyway, I am gonna go do toe things. Hope everyone is having a lovely day!

P.S. New Poem.

Summertime Search

On any given resplendent day
when the bliss of summer vacation
had just started to set in
and my mother had already begun
to get tired,

she would send us out into the trees
which separated our yard
from Henry Paul’s fields.

I don’t want to see you until it gets dark,
she would tell us, and she meant it.

Laden with the all the accoutrements
necessary for proper field research -
magnifying glass, dull tweezers,
tarnished silver spoons,
juice boxes and snacks -
we went in search of myth.

My mother once told us,
as her mother once told her,
that the delicate patches
of smooth emerald moss
which we overlooked as we walked
through the woods,

were where the fairies gathered
and danced at night, holding grandiose balls
with beautiful gowns and handsome top hats.

But they never wear shoes, she said.

Out would come the tools of the hunt
and we would spend hours in the greenery,
determined to examine every inch of moss
in search of podiatric dimples.

We almost always returned home
raving about at least one spot we‘d found.

It was the real thing, for sure,
we’d tell her, and she’d smile
and have a seat, prepared to hear
every detail as we recounted exuberantly.

Twenty years later,
I still can’t help but look quickly
for impressions in the moss -

the magic of the quest
indelibly marked in my memory,


like tiny, glittering footprints.

Posted @ 2:35 PM

Saturday, May 14, 2005

Well, I did the walk today and my left hip is killing me, I think from babying my bad left knee. You'd think I was like 70 years old or something. :o( Anyway, I don't know if it's good or bad, but I walked 3.2 miles in 53:31. Felt like I was hoofing it. Needed water, was sweating. That has to be a good pace, right?

Anyway, just wanted to pop in and say hello to any regular readers I might have. I have to get back to making dinner - grilled asparagus with lemon dill butter, long grain wild rice and steak tips which have been marinating for 2 days. Should be goooooooood.

Happy weekend, everyone.

Oh, before I forget - wrote this today. :o)

Simple Lessons

Three floors up,
they flatten themselves
as best they can
against the floor.

Plump from good food
and many a nap in the sun,
they are not really flat at all,
just lower to the ground -

an odd looking incarnation
of a long-lost instinct

to remain undetected
in the grass,
to hunt without being

The sunlight brings out
glitter in their coats.
Each slight movement of the
prey starts a chain reaction
of shifting fur, from top
to bottom.
Their tails whip menacingly.

On the other side of the glass,
a little bird feels safe enough to

He helps himself to some birdseed
right in front of them, comfortably -
almost teasing,
as if thinking:
My, how things change.

I marvel
at the way nature learns
new boundaries,
and defies those
of the past in the face of

I am also reminded,
as domesticated tails switch,
making ferocious promises
which can’t be kept,
while wild little birds eat their fill,

that time can alter who we are

and that there is infinite joy
to be found

not in what we want
or think we need,

but in making the most
of what we have.

Posted @ 7:38 PM

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Hmmm. Well, what have I been up to since 5/7, you ask? Not a whole helluva lot. Work has been painfully slow - and yes, I realize I complain whether it is crazy or slow, but what you don't realize is that I do enjoy a nice, happy medium. Dave thinks it's because of all the college kids graduating this week and peoples' pets are being put on the back burner. We have a theory for every period during which business slows down. "It's spring vacation," or "it's the play offs." You'd be amazed how many people become preoccupied with things like that that it goes so far as to trickle into our world. Anyway...

So, I had today off. Went to PT - I am down to once a week now and I miss it. Went to Rite Aid, picked up a Rx, came home, dinked around online for a little while and then fell asleep on the couch. Jay came home and we took a ride out on the bike to pick up his car at work. It was a bit chilly and I have a new, springtime understanding of the term "wind chill," but it felt so good. Between talking to Jenn and Mike about their bikes and being a passenger on Jay's, I couldn't help myself from coming home and researching this: Honda Rebel. Jay's Harley is nice, but I need something small for my 5'2" body and I doubt seriously that Harley builds anything that my feet would be able to touch the ground whilst sitting upon. Besides, I am not into the whole "Hog" culture. I am not a brand whore like he is. Lol. One of my neighbors has a little Rebel and it's so friggin cute! Looks like an adolescent Harley. Anyway... Not like I don't have a bazillion other things I should and AM saving money for, but this notion stirs nonetheless...

In other news, my coworkers and I are doing the B1st Peeper 5k Run/Walk on Saturday, rain or shine. I'll be the one wearing a wool sweater topped with rain coat topped with a poncho carrying an umbrella. Lol. Just kidding. I don't hate the rain, I just don't like being cold and wet. Hot and wet is so much better. Lol. Anyway, I just can't take the kind of cold wetness that chills you to the bone - the kind due to which people end up with pneumonia. So send me thoughts of sunshine.

Posted @ 8:34 PM

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Well, guess I'm past due again for an update. I was pretty regular for a few days there. Guess I need to go in search of my bloggetary laxative again. Oh, how I love invented terminology.

Dave (my boss) sent me a pic of an owl who has been living 40 feet up in a pine tree in his back yard for the last few years. This pic is not him, but the same species. I knew by looking at it that it was a Bard (no, not barn) owl, but there was some confusion over whether Bard and Barred owls were the same thing, as you can find identical owls under each name if you do a search. Erin and I spent way too much time on Monday trying to figure out if and what the difference between Barred and Bard was. Turns out they are the same, except Bard is a misspelling. I found that funny, since I came to know them as Bard owls via some sort of teacher figure who should have known better. Anyway, so now I am on this owl kick, totally fascinated and consumed with finding out about them. Amazingly beautiful creatures. Sorry about the hot-linking Hays Cummins, whoever you are, but this has to be shared and I don't have as much bandwidth as you do! CLICK!

So, my birthday was nice. Sarah had the day off, but came over with all 4 of her kids; 2-legged Hayden and Lauren, as well as 2 baby goats. We all hung out in the treatment area and ate cheesecake. Then Jenn, Mike, Jay and I went to Shorty's and polished off way too much espinaca and assorted Mexican foods. I thought I had gotten off without the whole wait staff singing "Happy Birthday" thing, but as we were finishing up, they appeared out of nowhere with a free deep fried ice cream (candle and all!) and started singing. I was embarrassed, but it was nice. Then Mike and Jenn paid the bill. My instinct was to hem and haw (how does one spell "hem and haw," anyway?) and try not to let them, but it is rude to reject a gift and that's what it was, right? Anyway, so yeah, aside from the whole undeniable aging bit, it was a good day. (Incidentally, Mike has said more than once that he keeps thinking of me as 23, which I initially thought was great, until I realized it might be due to my behavior, not my appearance. Lol.) Anyway...

Work and PT prevented Jay and I from doing anything much on his birthday, which was 5/5, so we agreed to go to Newbury Comics and the mall tonight and each buy each other a gift. We lasted about 10 minutes in Newbury and 20 minutes in the mall. I friggin can't stand hoards of people. Then we went over to Barnes & Noble and poked around for a bit. Didn't get anything there. The grand tally of purchased gifts at the end of the shopping spree: the new NIN CD for him and Back in Black (AC/DC) for me. We're both happy. Oh, I had also picked up National Treasure for an "us" gift and we watched that earlier today. I enjoyed it a lot.

OK, I'm getting sleepy. There's my week. How've y'all been?

Posted @ 9:39 PM

Monday, May 02, 2005

OK Erin, you can calm down now. I'm posting. :oP Today is my first weekday off in 2 weeks. Dianne should be back at work today and raving about her trip, which I am sort of sad to me missing, but I have a lot here to keep my busy.

Last night I dyed Jenn's and my Bars babydoll t-shirts bubblegum pink, just to be different and prove you don't have to walk in there wearing a leather corset to be a fan - although sometimes that's nice, too. Anyway, I haven't done anything with Procion dyes since my days at summer camp (sending the kids home with indelibly stained green hands was a big hit, lemme tell ya!) and I am a little rusty on the timing and wouldn't'cha know it - they didn't come with instructions. Lol. So they're pink, but a little splotchy, so I'm trying again today. Even splotchy, they look pretty cool. :o) I am pretty proud of myself, too - there is no staining *knocks on wood* of the kitchen or countertops. I used to get busted for that all the time as a teenager. Always dying something. I did a pair of undies at camp - tie-dyed blue - and didn't rinse very well and the first time I put them on after getting out of the shower, I had a blue underwear-shaped stain on my skin for like a week. Lucky me, no sex that summer. (Heh - as if! A blue ass wouldn't deter a true lover!) Anyway, perhaps I'll post some pink pictures later...

Em...what else? I have to go get some groceries and do laundry today. I was a slug yesterday - doing absolutely nothing but watching Finding Nemo and redesigning this layout - due to a large mistake I made Saturday night. These meds I'm on have my short term memory a little...what was I talking about again? Hardy har har. Just kidding. My memory isn't as wonderful as usual and I completely forgot that I took 800 mgs of ibuprofen before Jay and I left to go to a very wet (but tarp-covered by former Boy Scouts - rawr!) camp fire party. I was his D.D. (and am also his 38DD - hardy har har again), but I figured we had a good 7 or 8 hours there, so I could indulge a little bit. Well, the Tequila Rose I consumed did not sit well with the ibuprofen I forgot about and I ended up violently wretching (thank goodness for upstairs, out-of-the-way bathrooms!) and passing out on the couch for a couple hours. It totally sucked. I was feeling weak but clear-headed by the time we left and was capable of driving. We got home, went to bed and I woke up again at like 5 am and wretched some more. Thought I was dying, seriously. Anyway, I'm sure you're psyched to read my vomit story. But if you're at all concerned with my well-being, you are, damnit!! I drank about 2 gallons of water yesterday and am back to so-called "normal" today. Yippee.

I guess that's it. Remember, E, you asked for it, puke and all!! :oP E says she's nothing if not funny, V says she's nothing if not courteous, I myself am nothing if not shameless when it comes to my blog. Have a good day, all!

Later, that same day...
So they came out awesome. A little brighter than I thought they would, but like I said above, I had no idea what to do as far as the ratio of dye to water and timing. Mine is still a little wet in this pic, hence the slightly uneven color. It was dryer where it was stretched over my boobs. Lol. I told Larry (the kickass guitar player who sells the shirts) that I dyed mine pink and he said he actually thought about having pink ones made, but didn't think they'd sell. I think they'd sell the shit out of 'em, but that would mean mine wasn't special and unique anymore. :o( Oh well. Come what may. At least I can say I was the first one to have a pink Bars shirt. Yay for doing it my own way.

Posted @ 8:25 AM

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