-Anything Pastel.
-Swing dancing.
-My new twin niece and nephew.
-Songwriting.
-Helium balloons.
-Batting cages.
- Manicures with S.
-Elton John.
-Smittenkitchen.com
-Soft skin.
-AUDEREEEEYYY.
-Self defense.
-Mederma scar cream.
-Cold sheets and pillows.
-Updates.
-Orchids.
-Cupcakes.
-Beautiful photography.
-N's engagement/soon to be wedding/oh em gee.
-Shell mirrors.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
SINK, SYNC AND STINKS..
On Sunday I went for lunch with A and I to MORANDI. It was such a nice day and my limping was in full effect. Before we left, i went to the ladies room and placed my phone on an empty soap dish. Follow me on this one. All restaurants use soap in dispensers right?? Bar soap is now considered the epitome of grossness, right??
WRONG. As I was leaving, I picked up my phone to find the back end of it wet. I dried it off on my dress because apparently McNally is also on the save the planet plan and only has blowers to dry your hands with in his restrooms. Im bored with my story already, are you??
Anyway... Later that night, my phone rang and I tried to answer it only to hear nothing on the other end. I took the battery out (ooo I hate doing that, it takes forever for the damn thing to reboot, but ok, I did it) and still, after the 20 minute reset, there was still nada. Oddly enough though, my BBm and texting went unscathed. Weird, right?
So fast forward, I havent had a phone that actually can answer calls or make them until tonight. Of course everyone who called me was not on my bbm list nor could I text them. It was those other types of calls. Schools, offices, doctors etc.. Yep, FML. The only thing worse than screening calls is holding your phone in your hand while it incessantly rings and theres not a darn thing you can do about it. Especially when you really needed to take that said call.
But tonight, Im back in action. POCKET MAC stinks. I backed up my phone contacts and all that stuff and of course it refuses to sync with my new berry leaving me with maybe 40 contacts from 2007. That program has a brain of its own. This ordeal has been exhausting. BUT... I can now answer my phone, so like... call me, because I dont have your numbers. Nikki, I have your moms number, go figure, pocket mac loves her but I dont have yours?? WTF?? Oh and I have the valet number for the south tower in turnberry too. See, Im all set life aint too bad, right??
As a sidenote, Id like to thank the true special people who resorted to texting me and actually answering my calls from my obscure house land line phone number. I certainly wouldnt have answered, haha, Just kidding, okay half kidding. ; )
OMG, by the way, someone shot someone in THE HOLOCAUST MUSEUM today. What is this world coming to? What a disgraceful thing to do. Lets not shoot people okay? And if you must, please take it outdoors really far away, K?
GREAT.
gnite.
WRONG. As I was leaving, I picked up my phone to find the back end of it wet. I dried it off on my dress because apparently McNally is also on the save the planet plan and only has blowers to dry your hands with in his restrooms. Im bored with my story already, are you??
Anyway... Later that night, my phone rang and I tried to answer it only to hear nothing on the other end. I took the battery out (ooo I hate doing that, it takes forever for the damn thing to reboot, but ok, I did it) and still, after the 20 minute reset, there was still nada. Oddly enough though, my BBm and texting went unscathed. Weird, right?
So fast forward, I havent had a phone that actually can answer calls or make them until tonight. Of course everyone who called me was not on my bbm list nor could I text them. It was those other types of calls. Schools, offices, doctors etc.. Yep, FML. The only thing worse than screening calls is holding your phone in your hand while it incessantly rings and theres not a darn thing you can do about it. Especially when you really needed to take that said call.
But tonight, Im back in action. POCKET MAC stinks. I backed up my phone contacts and all that stuff and of course it refuses to sync with my new berry leaving me with maybe 40 contacts from 2007. That program has a brain of its own. This ordeal has been exhausting. BUT... I can now answer my phone, so like... call me, because I dont have your numbers. Nikki, I have your moms number, go figure, pocket mac loves her but I dont have yours?? WTF?? Oh and I have the valet number for the south tower in turnberry too. See, Im all set life aint too bad, right??
As a sidenote, Id like to thank the true special people who resorted to texting me and actually answering my calls from my obscure house land line phone number. I certainly wouldnt have answered, haha, Just kidding, okay half kidding. ; )
OMG, by the way, someone shot someone in THE HOLOCAUST MUSEUM today. What is this world coming to? What a disgraceful thing to do. Lets not shoot people okay? And if you must, please take it outdoors really far away, K?
GREAT.
gnite.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
WINTER SPRING SUMMER OR FALL...
Heres what Ive decided post surgery and after this past week of hell that Ive made it out of it one piece and 7 incisions...
(holy run on sentence)
1. Your true friends are the ones who care. The ones who manage to show up for you regardless of the circumstance, hissy fit, drifting period, mood swing or inconvenience, are the ones worth keeping and treasuring. This doesnt mean that other friends diminish in value or anything like that at all, those friends are still loved. Its just that sometimes people surprise me, its not very often, (therefore, I am putting this down on paper/blog) but they do, some for the better some for the not so better. Im lucky to have great friends and family.
2. Oxycontin was something I thought only junkies in the midwest took and abused as a drug. Turns out this its a completely legitimate pain killer prescribed post substantial surgery. Turns out this oh so routine operation was pretty f*cking serious. Im not sure how I feel about my doctors playing it down to a simple routine 1,2, 3 er but I guess they had my best interest at heart. Had I known just how painful this last week was going to be, I wouldve never ever been so matter of fact about it.
3. The OR looks exactly like it does on TV, personally, they can do a better job with the music, but still-- it worked out alright..
4. Stitches hurt like a mother f*cker. Whomever tells you otherwise is a liar.
5. Elton John is great trance tunes when trying to fall asleep on pain meds, Underrated dude.
6. We need to thank gd when it comes to being able to go to the bathroom alone, bend down to pick up something off of the floor and sneezing without pain being involved.
7. IV sites are the closest I will ever get to becoming a junkie in real life. Those bruises are the real deal. Arnica, the homeopathic remedy for these bruises totally alleviates the embarrassing track marks left behind post op.
8. Belly buttons are a pretty big deal. Im thankful that mine is still a confirmed innie and pretty freaking cute.
9. Im vain as F*ck. Kill me.
(holy run on sentence)
1. Your true friends are the ones who care. The ones who manage to show up for you regardless of the circumstance, hissy fit, drifting period, mood swing or inconvenience, are the ones worth keeping and treasuring. This doesnt mean that other friends diminish in value or anything like that at all, those friends are still loved. Its just that sometimes people surprise me, its not very often, (therefore, I am putting this down on paper/blog) but they do, some for the better some for the not so better. Im lucky to have great friends and family.
2. Oxycontin was something I thought only junkies in the midwest took and abused as a drug. Turns out this its a completely legitimate pain killer prescribed post substantial surgery. Turns out this oh so routine operation was pretty f*cking serious. Im not sure how I feel about my doctors playing it down to a simple routine 1,2, 3 er but I guess they had my best interest at heart. Had I known just how painful this last week was going to be, I wouldve never ever been so matter of fact about it.
3. The OR looks exactly like it does on TV, personally, they can do a better job with the music, but still-- it worked out alright..
4. Stitches hurt like a mother f*cker. Whomever tells you otherwise is a liar.
5. Elton John is great trance tunes when trying to fall asleep on pain meds, Underrated dude.
6. We need to thank gd when it comes to being able to go to the bathroom alone, bend down to pick up something off of the floor and sneezing without pain being involved.
7. IV sites are the closest I will ever get to becoming a junkie in real life. Those bruises are the real deal. Arnica, the homeopathic remedy for these bruises totally alleviates the embarrassing track marks left behind post op.
8. Belly buttons are a pretty big deal. Im thankful that mine is still a confirmed innie and pretty freaking cute.
9. Im vain as F*ck. Kill me.
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