in which i use my weight in tissues

I’m sick.

Again.

I’m sure it has something to do with the overwhelming activities of the last month or so. I’m not a fan of medicine and doctors and the like (really, they must be scamming the world) so I’ll more than likely just ride this thing out, but it certainly isn’t fun. I’m the kind of sick that dictates the change in breathing patterns. Breathing through my nose isn’t an option, and since really, my chest is tight also, I could end up on oxygen or something.

Did I mention the stuffy nose? I’ve blown it so many times I’m almost positive that brain matter has made its way onto the tissues.

I’m also achey and weak and chilled and sweating all at the same time. I’m semi-delirious and pretty sure that I shouldn’t be operating heavy machinery. Like a car. I still have to drive home from work. I came in to work today since I don’t have any more vacation time.

And I have a stuffy nose.

fa la la la la, la la la la

Talk about coming up on a busy weekend.  I still have 2 more people to do Christmas shopping for, plus I have some……finishing touches I have to make on 2 other gifts.

Tonight I’m going out to The Melting Pot for my birthday/Christmas celebration with H and E. I’m sure it will be an enjoyable night. Creating memories you know.

So Christmas is on Monday. I always find at this time of year I’m in constant conflict between trying to remember why we’re celebrating anything in the first place and getting lost in all of the hub-bub of the celebration. It is constantly in my prayers. I hate losing focus.

Anyway, I pray you all have the Merriest of Christmases!!! Many blessings to you and yours!

Update: Just got off the phone with friend H. They’re taking her grandfather off of life support and she’s really struggling with it. Please pray for her family during this difficult time. Especially at this time of year.

wow

I’ve been amazed lately at how people are finding my blog, but this one takes the cake.

“I love being raped”

Right.

i wish we could hang out, it’s my birthday

Today, is my birthday. I’m 22. Not really a milestone, but, I feel, worth mentioning nonetheless.

It kind of sucks to have a birthday so close to Christmas. When I was a kid, my parents were really good about showing me that my birthday was special in its own right, and always made sure to celebrate it separately. The older I got, the more I noticed that people would give me “joint” birthday/Christmas presents, and the magic of that once special day slowly became a distant memory. Nevermind that my friends always received two separate gifts from me.

This year really isn’t different. While I am celebrating my birthday this Friday with two very special friends, (who always remember that Christmas isn’t the same holiday as my birthday)  it seems like the actual day itself is being lost in the shuffle of the holiday season. My husband offered dinner and a movie tonight, but I declined because of all of the “stuff” that I must get done before this weekend. I’m sure that those of you with children are staring aghast at your screen, but I’m serious.

I have laundry to fold, decorations to put up, and presents to wrap. Did I mention I’m not actually finished shopping yet? Plus I have a hair appointment tomorrow. Needless to say my week is busy and I don’t even have kids. God help me when I do.

Anyway, I just thought I’d do some complaining. I’m sure that’s what you all wanted to read anyway!

does it have to be so complicated?

The last time I went to see my hairdresser I did the big hair color change of 06′. The problem with that was that she put WAY too much red in my hair. I wanted straight brown. Chocolate if you will. Almost black.

You should see me now. I have faded to this ridiculous light brownish-red color. I’m not particularly fond of it, and quite frankly, have considered going back to blonde since apparently, all hair color fades. I’ve been using color-treated shampoo too, so if you were going to suggest that I start using that, don’t.

In spite of my initial feelings, I am going to try once more to acheive the color I originally set out to do.

Here is what I was thinking. Or this.

So what do you think?

a different kind of education

Confession:

I have a Myspace account.

Short of sounding like some sort of stalker, I’ll say that what I use myspace for is for the good of the youth masses. Well, the youth whose lives I’m either directly or indirectly involved in. But I have a myspace nonetheless.

I literally go into myspace with the intent to search for names and possible nicknames of kids I know, and if anything inappropriate is uncovered, thusly rat them out. I know, I’m a real sweetheart, right? Well, I don’t really care what anyone thinks, this isn’t a forum to share your negative feelings with me. So there.

Anyway, yesterday I came upon the account of someone who’s pretty close to me. After discovering that they hadn’t logged into their account in a couple of months, but suspecting that they were probably still using myspace, I started to investigate a little bit. I searched through a couple of their “friends” and found the new myspace for this individual.

Oh. Boy. First off, the background for this person’s page was marijuana leaves. I must admit that I wasn’t totally surprised by this, I was more surprised at the openness this person had with their behavior. I started looking at pictures they posted and found some pictures of the person with a cigarette in hand, drinking beer, and then I found pictures of said individual with friends holding blunts. HUGE blunts. I proceeded to continue down the page a found a video of this person doing what’s called a “shotgun”.

I didn’t know right away that that’s what it was called. I had to call on some people who had some knowledge of the drug world to find this information out.

For those of you who don’t know. A “shotgun” is when one person is actually taking a drag of the blunt/joint and the other person takes the smoke from the other end in their mouth for a stronger effect or a greater “high”. Hence the term shotgun.

I know, right? I was shocked too. This person is 6 years younger than me with this knowledge, and I’m completely oblivious to it.

If that wasn’t enough, I then ran across a conversation they were having with a friend about going down to Jamaica for spring break and how they can get “an 8th for $10 and an o for $30″. Now, since I was without the knowledge of what the heck a shotgun was, I of course had no idea what this conversation meant. Turns out an “o” is an ounce and can usually be referencing either crack or marijuana. I figured they were referencing marijuana, because considering how young they are, I thought, naively, that there was no way they were involved with crack.

Wrong. Apparently an 8th or “8-ball” is slang for the weight of crack. It is very unlikely that marijuana is sold in terms of “eight”. Big shocker.

Now? Now, I have to be the “bad guy” and rat this person out. It’s an ugly job, but somebody has to do it.

This did get me thinking though. How many parents are as oblivious to this stuff as I was? I’m not that far removed from teendom, nor am I a parent, and somehow, yesterday’s discovery made me realize the true distance that is there.

I am in no way saying that myspace is this evil networking site. In fact, most of my “friends” on myspace who are teens use the thing for what it was designed for. All I’m suggesting is that if the parent of this teen is so clueless, how many others are just as clueless when it comes to their kids?

Wake up people, this is real.

the one where I find something on my face that wasn’t there before

Yesterday, I woke up and stumbled into the bathroom to, you know, use the bathroom, and upon washing my hands, made an interesting discovery.

I looked up into the mirror and saw what looked like lint or something on my face. I guess I should explain that I’m about as blind as a bat and seeing as I had just gotten out of bed and didn’t have contacts in or my glasses on, I couldn’t see.

Anyway, I swiped at it and it didn’t budge. I swiped again. Nothing. At this point I just figured, eh, whatever it is will get washed off in the shower, so I left it alone.

Once I got out of the shower and popped my contacts in, not only did I notice that this “lint” was not only not lint, but was in fact, a permanent part of the anatomy of my face. Is anatomy the right word? I never know.

Upon further investigation, it turns out that this lint was a freckle of some sort. Beauty mark, mole, freckle, whatever you want to call it, it was not there the day before and at some point during the night decided to take up residence on my face.

I’m not complaining really. As far as placement goes, it’s almost in Cindy Crawford location, but not nearly as large, and I think, unattractive. So I’ll go with it. Not that I have a choice really, but I’m not upset that it’s there.

I just wonder where it came from.

it just never ends

Why is it that the more you purchase from your Christmas list, the more you actually have left to purchase? I feel like someone, somewhere keeps adding stuff to my Christmas list to drive me batty.

Yesterday, in all of my misery, I was able to finish all of my wrapping. I felt so accomplished. Nothing in the world could stop me now! And then. It happened. I started going over all of the gifts I have to purchase still and the people I have to purchase them for and my strong sense of accomplishment slowly dwindled down to nothing. It’s so frustrating.

I still have to buy stuff for my husband. Two brothers and one sister. My parents. His parents. His sister and brother-in-law. His brother. My brother’s gf since she insisted on buying something for me. One of my youth group girls. My friends. And on and on it goes.

Wrapping for my cousin totally threw my system off, because after all that wrapping my body was saying “surely we have wrapped everything in the world and won’t have do to this again until next year.” Sorry, not the case.

I think I’ll just wait until hubs gets back and use his credit card.

Mine needs a break.

sick

Is the word that best describes my current state.

Home is where I am, and really the place I’d rather be anyway. I don’t enjoy work, but that’s another post.

On Friday, I didn’t get much sleep since I had sister and friend over for the night. Not only did it solve my loneliness problem, but we had a blast going shopping in Lancaster on Saturday.

I believe that’s where my problem started. We had to wake up early to go shopping and even after I dropped sister and friend off at their respective homes I went shopping at our local mall with my brother and cousin. ‘Tis the season, you know.

Of course I woke up yesterday to a lovely sore throat and achy/chilled body. I sat home all day, took a nap here and there, and even got some wrapping done.

I have tons of wrapping to do. I think that I’m the designated wrapper because, well, I’m pretty darn good at it. Plus, my aforementioned cousin lives on his own with a friend, so for Christmas he bought himself a bunch of stuff and asked me to wrap it for him. He needed “a third party wrapper”.  Oh, and he wants me to put “from Santa” on all the tags.

Anyway, last night I believe I was on my death bed as the phloem in my chest started getting thicker and sort of blocking my breathing passage every time I would cough. Attractive picture, right? So I didn’t go into work today. That hasn’t stopped everyone and their mother from calling me though, since apparently, if I don’t go in, the whole place is in shambles.

Also, I have to get better by tomorrow, because my SIL and her sister are coming to keep me company since I’m a pathetic mess without my husband.

Pass down that Dayquil, I wanna have me a good time.

ooooo-kay

Someone found me by searching for:

“waxing and eyebrow and redness and funny”

not sure what to make of that? Me neither.