Dinner with Mithy and Addie tonight... still feeling like hell.  Waiting for tylenol to show me some love right now.  I stopped and bought gasx on the way home, took two, and no dice.  So where does that leave me?

I'm still having some type of gastrointestinal issues and it's getting really old.  I was woken at 5am this morning feeling quite unwell again, which resulted in a shower at the obscene hour to try and get some sollace from the heat and yet another tylenol.  I'm not eating differently, so I don't know what the problem is.
 
Speaking of food, I went out for dinner last night w/ Uncle L and Aunt D, so that was nice.  They even brought me some cookies!  How fortuous after my burning desire on Saturday and all but begging anyone who would to come bake me cookies!

Spent Sunday a bit out of whack too.  I did at least get my rear out of bed and to church and I did a little bit of researching for the graduation vacation I'm taking my niece on.  I'm still a little off today, but way better than I was.  Maybe this second bout just requires some activia... but the first one still needs to be fully addressed, for that I have an appt tomorrow morning.  We'll see what she has to say.

Tomorrow is my dear Vixie Lynn's 13th birthday, a teenager!  So, since the sun was out after work we headed to Petco and the Meadows for ice cream a day early.  The temps were reading 52, but it sure was windy and cold as all hell trying to shovel in the ice cream.  Getting back to the vehicle holding her leash w/ two ice creams in tow just doesn't work w/ Vix, God love her, but after all these years she still pulls like her daddy let her learn to do.

Feeling less than awesome again.  Last night a different type of cramping kept me from perfect sleep.  Today it's coming and going - sometimes quite rough when it peaks.  I still managed to get laundry done, the kitchen floor scrubbed, and the rest of the place vacuumed.  Didn't get more photos or do some online research that's on my to do list, but at least I did something to clean up the house a bit.

I didn't get my pork chops cooked, instead I picked at food today.  But when I saw a pillsbury commercial I instantly wanted chocolate chip cookies.  Gratefully, I think I'd die if I tried to make them, so that's a good way to diet.

Went to quite the yummy fish fry tonight w/ the Schmou crew.  All too often at those types of things the fish is greasy and not very tasty, so - win.

So, what was I cursing Eve for Thursday?  *disturbing warning - don't read further if you are going to respond saying TMI*  I debated not posting here about this, but I turn back to my own blog for so many time frame references and the like, so here you go.  Stop reading here if you so choose.

I've been pretty fortunate as a woman with regard to cramps and the heaviness of all that nastiness.  Some things have shifted for me since last summer.  Not sure if it's just me getting older, changes in medications, or other things, but I've become someone who cramps up quite a bit more even culminating in one morning of sheer nausea that has me running to the bathroom preparing to vomit (though gratefully, never coming to that) and a slightly longer and odder pattern to the whole event.

This month however things were drastically and inexplicably worse.  The cramps came in waves that kept sleep away most of Wednesday night into Thursday morning.  I woke tired and put the dogs out only to rush to the bathroom after gravity started to take effect to prevent quite a mess.  Here's where I'll censor a bit (can you imagine how this would read without censoring?):  well the mess kept coming and coming.  I got to the shower and had rivers of ongoing red.  With a bit of a bearing down with one of the cramp waves large clots made their appearances.

This continues... leading me to want to stop at the urgent care on the way to work.  Well guess what doesn't open til 9am.  Yeah, nice, right?  I can just wait and call the girlie doctor at 9.  Of course, there is lots of running to prevent a mess at work while waiting to call and then waiting for a call back.  One call back at 10 w/ questions, and then another call back at 11:40.  (Why did it take that long I want to know for one... I thought I may have needed an ER for God's sake, and yes, I was quite scared.)  They gave me some advice on how to alleviate things and didn't want to see me. I'm feeling better.  I managed to get the pain and issues to slow as the day progressed with the ibuprofen etc, but seriously what the hell just happened to my body?

That bitch Eve had to go handing out apples.  That's all I have to say right now.

I don't know about you... but I toast my poptarts (despite the fire incident that had me banished from using the toaster for a year).  They just taste better.  So, when I look at my poptarts while walking to the kitchen this morning and see written on the side of the metal-y pouch "do not microwave this pouch" I think - well, duh, it's metal.  But if ppl need that level of basic assistance to not kill themselves why doesn't it also say "do not toast this pouch"?  How about "do not eat this pouch"?  Can we please stop babying society and allow the idiots to weed themselves out?

The dogs are vetted, Autumn (the durango) has a full gas tank, my legs are hair free (again), and my tummy is full with a yummy tuna meal from the Outback.  Today was hell on my Discover card, but a good day none the less.

I headed to Altoona earlier in the day so I could visit with mum before my appt.  She fed me and then we headed to the grocery store, which makes me feel good, because I could haul in some water for her.  After the appt I decided to hit the Outback on the off chance that TeeJ was working and yay!  This is the second time when I went in they told me they JUST seated his section full, but within a few minutes a table got up, so I did at least get to chat with him while he took care of me.

I admit, I have to laugh a little that my NC friends were posting photos of snow in the past 24 hours and we had an amazing day that had me pull out Drake (the tiburon), a lighter coat, and a pair of sunglasses.  Don't worry, they'll get to laugh at us again soon enough, I'm sure.  There is just something extra nice about opening the sun shade in the tib that signals the end of cold drawing near. 

It's been a busy weekend with even more running tomorrow (yay for three-day weekends).  Saturday led to the Alibi to start with a crew of folks and a surprise appearance by someone I haven't seen in way too long.  It was good to get to hang with everyone, drink, eat, and just bullshit.  From there a couple of us headed to the Windber Hotel.

I've got to say, listening to a band in a bar w/o the stench of cigarette smoke is so incredibly nice.  Why wasn't that law in effect when I was in my more frequent bar going years?  I'm completely out of touch w/ the local bands, so regardless of who was playing they would have been new to me.  That said, we were there for an hour and a half or so of Pivot's music.  I felt a bit old as I recognized very little of what they were playing.  I'm not sure if it was truly music I didn't know or the balance and the clarity was just not good enough for me to make out what was what.

One lesson re-enforced last night:  I hate Red Bull.
One lesson learned last night:  A "Trash Can" is just as bad of an idea as a "Red Death" after so many Long Islands.  Wasn't feeling on top of my game most of today, but I did it to myself, prb partially because the water was pretty gross at the Windber Hotel, but I'll still blame that bastard blue, red bull infused trash can.

After a long morning of re-hydrating today, I headed out for an afternoon dinner.  A belated Valentine's day treat w/ my gals Beff and Slips.  Tonight it's just me and the fuzzy girls.  Maybe I'll go to bed a bit early tonight to compensate for the late one last night.

Response to a link in the comment to my earlier post below, unfortunately they're coming from telephone numbers, different ones, not internet based.  *frown*

So, I came home today to a bill from the place that boggled my mind a year ago by never billing me for snow plowing.  I mean, c'mon.  It's been a year on the 22nd since you last rendered the service.  I already did my taxes and part of that would be deductible as rental property maintenance services.  Boo!

Can someone please tell me how to stop the freaking spam text messages from:
1.  Wasting my precious limited texts
2.  Waking me at 1 or 4 in the freaking morning
 
I'm tired of it... no I don't want a stupid ipod or ipad, even if it's free.  Why isn't this sh*t illegal?

It's frickin cold out there -and windy.  I headed to visit mum yesterday and coming back up the mountain was a complete bitch thanks to the wind.  We only have a couple inches of snow, but the wind was enough to keep the roads a bit obscure and to make sure you really felt it pushing on the vehicle.  As such it was a bit of a longer ride home, mostly staying to one lane and relying on 40-50 MPH to avoid needing to pass people in the windier areas.

Knowing it's cold as can be right now I would have rather stayed in today, but I am probably a week overdue on hitting the grocery store, so off I went to stock up this morning. For now I am going to just stay cuddled up and warm while watching the shows where people shop for obscenely priced houses.  What DO these people do for a living that they can afford a $400,000 budget for a SECOND home when they have two kids.  Meh.

I can't believe how fast this week went.  I guess being so overloaded made the days go faster.  That is prb also why I've been fighting a headache since yesterday afternoon, but it's mild, so will cope. More snow coming our way, but only a couple of inches, again I will cope.  Just trying to decompress my brain a bit by noting the "it could be worse"-es.  Maybe hitting the hay a bit early tonight will help too.

The past couple of nights I am coming to terms with the issues w/ this computer.  So, I started backing up things I should have backed up a long time ago.  Unfortunately, that is way more time consuming on this machine than it needs to be due to the freaking burner deciding to not want to give me my CD back and such, which requires a reboot each time, which takes WAY longer than it should to shut down and come back up.  Exciting couple of nights, huh?

Regardless, I have a majority of my photos now on CD, I just need to see what else also needs to go to shutterfly.  Then the other backups like tax files, business stuff, resumes, yadda yadda.  I also want to put each CD back in to verify the contents.  Anal?  Perhaps, but you really don't know this computer.  Maybe the fact that I'm making that backups will, in and of itself, make the machine live a little longer?  I really don't want to spend a chunk of my tax refund on a computer.

I haven't been back out to walk since Sunday, but I did get a slight burn to my shins from that walk, so that tells you how long it has been since I hoofed it.  By damn I get out of shape quick.

Update - I cursed myself out enough that I actually went and walked for 25 minutes... not totally dark yet.  One day in, that makes it easier to convince myself tomorrow.

Woke up this morning from another dream where the demons of the past have made an appearance.  This time the role of whore was played by someone completely different... maybe he's found a new one.  By God that would make me laugh, but I doubt it.  Who has time for that in his current 'situation'.

I've finished grading that needed done... but here it is 5pm on a Sunday already.  Every week I just want to start to cry at the thought of 5 more days until I get to stay at home again.  I'm making a batch of my soup, so I should have some leftovers for lunches this week.  That's pretty much the extent of what I managed to accomplish so far today.

I wanted to go for a walk, but it hasn't happened yet and it'll be dark soon - which means getting colder.  I didn't make the calls for Miche I know I should make.  I didn't get enough photos taken for the 365 challenge shots.  It's always things I didn't get to or can't find the motivation for.  Is it any wonder I am constantly disappointed with myself?

It's so the small things that shift me to a good mood.  I had a 15% coupon for Ollie's that I figured I should go use on the way to see Underworld.  Now, that alone (going to see Underworld at last) should have been enough for the good day, right?  Well, except that I paid $9 for a freaking matinee due to the industry's desire to shove 3d down our throats.  I don't wear glasses, and I don't want to.  I REALLY don't want to pay extra to have to do it and BARELY see a difference.

Ok, I got distracted there, right?  Back to the important part.  I'm strolling the aisles, even though I doubt highly I'll ever see the "golden product" there again, but remotely hopeful, as evidenced that I continued to look!  Then, there it was!  Two and a half CASES of College Inn's Coconut Thai Curry broth.  MINE MINE MINE!  Even if they sold it everywhere you gotta love the extra deal too... since it was marked at $0.99 each (easily $3 each in a grocery store) and I had my handy-dandy coupon which made them $0.84 each.

So, now I need to figure out where to store 30 containers of broth.  Make that 29, I'm definitely making chicken soup tomorrow.