Filed under: whineyness
I have…
*hic*
…the *hic* hiccups.
I hate having the hiccups! For some people, like Rat, they last for maybe 2 minutes. For me, I hiccup until my chest hurts.
*hic*
I’ve tried every way to get rid of them (except the spoonful of sugar thing, because, yuck. Just yuck.) and nothing seems to work. What works one day, won’t work the next.
*hic*
Does anyone have any hiccup remedies that *hic* always work for you?
*hic*
dammit
*hic*
Frakin’ hiccups! (Rat has turned me into a geek! Help!)
Filed under: whineyness
Guess what! Just guess! Go ooooon….give up?
I just purchased the second best electronical thing I girl with long, unruly hair could have! (the first thing being an iPhone, of course) I finally went out and got myself a CHI! A CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!
*spinning around with arms out squealing CHIIIIIIIIIII*
For those of you who don’t know what a CHI is, where ya’ been? Under a rock? (is that commercial not hilarious!) It’s a flat iron. For you hair. For MY hair! For years I refused to buy one based on the fact that they cost like, a bajillion dollars and I have this awesome one from Target that pulls and burns my hair but WHATEVER IT COST THIRTY DOLLARS. After being shamed (by myself) into finally going to a salon to get my hair cut, the guy (Bobby Rae, OMG, Fabulous!) used this leetle tiny CHI on my hair and it worked SOFAST and didn’t pull my hair at all. I had always thought that I had to buy the big 2 inch version that of course cost not just an arm and a leg, but also my first born as well! But apparently I could use the little 1 inch version that only cost me two of my limbs. Whatever, I’m right handed anyway.
So I used my brand new magical hair styling device just a few minutes ago (yes I know what time it is, shut up I had to wait for my hair to air dry because I am afraid of my hair dryer and now that I spent so much money on my CHIIIIIIIIII I am not allowing myself to buy anything else for my hair until I’m 80) and my hair is so smooth and shiny and pretty and okay, well my thumb hurts a little bit, but damn that thing gets a lot hotter than my other flat iron and I guess I know that now! (hello run-on sentences how are you I am good. Hee!)
Anyway, when I bought it, as I was walking out of the store, I swear I was so excited I nearly peed myself! (hence the title)
Well now that my thumb is cooling off and it’s past 1 and my parents are coming up tomorrow and I still haven’t cleaned much (Look! Bad sentence structure! Woo!) I’m going to go play my DS and then go to sleep and probably dream about cleaning.
Here’s an adorable picture of Winston that I completely forgot I had. Please forgive the badly stained carpet, it was a crappy, falling apart rental.
Whatever it is, I swear I didn’t do it!
Filed under: whineyness
I’ve been tagged by Jill to do the following: (boy, it’s been a long time since I’ve been tagged for anything, so I hope I’m not too rusty!) “You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.”
Since I don’t use my name on mah blawwwg, I’ll use my “middle blog name”.
M – Mad. Not mad like “pissed off”, Mad like CA-RAAAZZZYYYYY. Hee! As my friend Super Model would say after she spent a year or two across the pond (as they say). Crazy is as crazy does, and I definitely do crazy. 
O – Obsessed. Not with anything in particular. At least not all the time. I tend to get a little overzealous about things sometimes, (hey! another “O”!) but I tend to get over them pretty quickly. Like creating new dog treat recipes. If I get it in my mind to create new treats, I’ll eventually come up with waaaay too many. But of course, I already baked them so now I’ve got to go and visit everyone in my neighborhood that has a dog and try to unload all my treats on them. Or knitting. I really got into making myself a new scarf last year and it ended up a leetle too long. Like if I don’t wrap it around my neck at least twice, I just might step on it. But it’s still purty. Speaking of obsessive….did I go a little overboard (another “O”!) with this explanation?
U – Unable to draw. *sigh* I can’t help it. I wish I could draw (I think about this way more than I should). My dad is an excellent artist (although he’d never admit it) and my brother has unbelievable talent when it comes to drawing or painting. I have notebooks just filled with incredibly crappy drawings done by yours truly. I have, however, perfected the ladybug doodle.
S – Skittish. I am definitely twitchier than the average bear. Come around the corner too fast? I jump and scream. Walk too softly and I don’t hear you? I jump and scream. Think I see a bug that turns out to be cat hair? You guessed it, I jump and scream.
E – Excitable. Seriously. Sometimes this can be a problem. Like Rat and I talk about maybe adding on a sunroom to our house and I’m immediately pricing out lumber. Mention donuts and I’ve already got my shoes on and I’m outside starting the car in my jammies. Sometimes I wish I could calm myself down a little bit, but then I think “nah!”. My obsessive planning has come in handy more than once!
So now here it comes! The new “Tag-ees”:
(yeah, my little bullet points didn’t work out so well. I’m so not fixing that. LAZY!)
Hopefully y’all haven’t been tagged too many times for this! If you have, feel free to ignore it! (but y’all would never do that now, would ya’?) AND! If I didn’t tag you and you’re reading this, consider yourself tagged! HA! Gotcha! Just leave a comment saying you did it! 
TAG! YOU’RE IT!!!
*raspberry noise*
Ladies and Gentlemen, the crap has almost quite literally been scared out of me.
You might notice that it’s 4:30am. Yes, that might have been brought to my attention as well.
About an hour ago, or doorbell rang. And then rang. And then rang again. And again. And then yet again.
My heart is still pounding.
Logically, I’m pretty sure no robber is going to ring our doorbell, but my body did not agree. My heart is still going about a million miles an hour. I’m still shaking. And feel kind of nauseous (I’m sure you were just dying to know that).
Turns out it was a guy from Rat’s work. Apparently something computer-ish broke. And apparently it was Rat’s fault.
Whoops.
The most unfortunate part of this whole unfortunate story comes in now. Apparently, they’d been trying to get up with us since 12.
Whoops again.
Since we’ve been putting down the last of the flooring in our bedroom, we’ve been sleeping in the guest bedroom. Which has no phone. And the phone in our bedroom is in Rat’s office sitting on the floor. Not plugged in.
And again….whoops.
So this poor guy (who really is just so sweet and nice) had to drive out to our house (which still smells like chicken from dinner, btw, I hate that) and stand on our dark front porch and ring our doorbell for like, 5 minutes. I should really bake him cookies or something like that.
Anyway. I just got back from driving Rat to work (saw 3 whole cars on the way there and back! Woo! I should drive around at 4am more often. No stupid drivers out there to piss me off) and I’m debating on whether or not to go back to bed. I’m pretty sure I’m up. But Ebenezer is giving me this “turn the light off now and I won’t have to kill you” look. Although, there’s not really that much to do at 4:30 in the morning when you feel like you’re about to have a heart attack and you know the only thing that’s going to be on tv are infomercials and the X-Files.
Quick, someone post something interesting to their blog.
*waiting*
Filed under: Canine Confections, Public Humiliation, dream for an insomniac, it was all his fault, my dog ate the obedience instructor
It’s been a very long weekend.
Some of you might have noticed that a big ol’ picture of dog treats showed up a few days ago without warning. LOL
I posted it to the wrong site.
Sorry ’bout that!
*grin*
Rat and I have been ripping up old nasty light blue carpet (did I mention it’s 20 years old?) and padding, screwing down the floor so that all the seventy frillion squeaks go away, and putting in the new, pretty, clean, not 20-year-old flooring, all day yesterday and today.
I actually noticed that I posted the dog treats to the wrong site a little while after I did it, but just didn’t have the energy to fix it!
I’m case any of y’all have dogs and were enthralled by the treats, here’s the deal. I make them! By hand! They are all natural, healthy, human grade food treats (with extra love) and dogs just go nutty over them. (Shadow included, and he’s very persnickity) I had a site for the treats, but decided I needed a shiny new one, so here is the link if anyone’s interested:
I would remove the accidental post, but eh…I’m still tired….I’m going to bed. *yawn*
Oh, and now that my oven is fixed (yes my oven AND my AC were broken at the same time. and yes, it was fantastic. and yes, that would be sarcasm) I can actually bake the treats again! Soooo….what are you waiting for?! Go check it out! Now! Yes! Seriously, now!
